#the loveliest amor!!

[kittykittyanon]

if we were irl friends:

Imagine us laying on your bed during a sleepover, it's late and night and we're snuggled together (i love physical affection) and if you're cool with it I would be lile twirling one of your curls with my fingers.

Suddenly I would say the most depressing shit like, "Sometimes I wonder if everyone in the world hates me but then I remember you, and realize that if everybody in the world hates me at least I have you."

Of course you would probably stare at me like 😧 "what the fuck Amor"

And then a few seconds later I would say the most inappropriate shit like the mood swinging teen I wm ,"The things I would let Leo do to me 😏😏" (which would be a joke btw)

woahzaz,, that was fast!! /pos!! and—

—OMIGOSH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH YESSSSSSSS. GAHHH!!! I LOVE THIS SM AMI!!! i was actually gonna add a bit related to this (deep talks, i mean) to the hcs but i didn't know if you were cool with it so i ended up scrapping it,, but now that i have confirmation i am ready to go WILD. (LETS GOOO MUTUAL LOVE OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION RAHHHHH) (other hcs here)

and i love those types of suggestive jokes,, they're so fun — especially when it's with someone who can match it LMAO

song for this: Thérèse by Maya Hawke!! and the other hcs gave me Warsh_Tippy and Zelda by Whatever, Dad vibes but i forgot to put it at the end of them (*ﾉ∀`*),,,, tags: @ziipzeepzop-eez cause you wanted to see it (*/▽＼*) !!

imagine under the cut!!

we'd tuck into eachother, comfortably tangled in a nest of limbs; my head would lay on your chest, mindlessly scrolling though my phone on one hand, the other resting by your side. your hand in my hair, the atmosphere cozy and the lights off, room only lit up by the faint blue light emitting from my phone, it was a comfortable end to the day filled with excitement. your chest would rise and fall with each breath and i'd hear you sigh, the first sound you made in a while. perhaps you were thinking.

"sometimes i wonder if everyone in the world hates me, but then i remember you, and realize if everybody in the world hates me atleast i have you."

the room falls silent again. what? where did that come from? my thumb pauses mid-scroll, hovering in the air above my screen. my hand is still. yours is not.

despite the absolute bombshell of a sentence you dropped on me, my curls are still twisted and twirled between your fingers, undisturbed in their pursuit.

i don't know what to say.

"... there's no way everyone in the world hates you. you're not hate-able, amor." i'd murmur, a dry attempt at making you laugh. i don't think it worked.

"you're loved. and not just by me. anyone who says otherwise is factually incorrect and i will, uhm... commit... some sort of crime to stop 'em." that one pulls a slight amused huff out of you, and relief pools in, atleast i managed to get you to smile, "but... i'm glad you know i love you."

there's a pause, an intermission; your hand would rest in my hair and we'd be unmoving, still, content to sit in each other's company. a comfortable silence.

...

"the things i would let leo do to me..." you'd snrrk, and i'd hold back my giggles, but let a few slip through anyway.

"you when leonardo," i'd turn my phone to face you, showcasing a silly meme that made me think of you, and in moments we'd burst into laughter, filling the quiet of the room with a lighthearted atmosphere once again.

"anyways DONNIE WANTS ME FRFR 😍😍😍🤩🤩🤩🤪🤪🤪🤪💥💥💥—"

taa-daaa!! that's it for this imagine :PPP eueuegdgejdgh it's my first time writing where it's with a hypothetical scenario and i'd have to use "would" so my apologies if there was an overuse of the thingy "'d" !! if you have any criticisms or things you noticed that i have to improve on,, pretty please share!! i wanna improve (ノ*°▽°*) !! ((and about the donnie thing,, that was a joke too LMFKAKAO))

for extra hcs related to this,,

we'd definitely have deep talks at the randomest of times. like we could be eating snacks while watching a show or a movie and the conversation (originally discussing said piece of media) would swerve into our beliefs and ideologies and we'd dig into our childhoods and how it affected us and our behaviors and just as quick as the topic derails it goes right back to being silly again

feels like the kinda friendship you can share anything in. like one of us could share a piece of jaw-dropping, tear inducing, heart breaking trauma or one of the most embarrassing things we had ever done and there would be zero judgement.

where if you're comfortable, then i'm comfortable, and we do whatever we want together without fear of weirding the other out.

"kitty, what's the meaning of life? why are we here? what's our purpose?" "i dunno. but i pet my cat, ate a sandwich, and i hung out with you. i think that's enough meaning for today." "oh." a moment of silence. "... wanna play just dance?—" "is that even a question—"

we wouldn't even be able to finish a song 'cause we'd laugh so hard we'd end up on the floor.

#first time uploading an actual ficcy thingy kinda nervousss 🥶🥶🥶🥶 #very nervous actually #who woulda thought posting a blip of writing for the first time would be nerve-wracking #. me probably #eugh i wish i spent more time ironing this out #pinky swear i can do better guys #kittykitty writes #kittykitty asks #very short #the loveliest amor!!

[thedeadthree]

the flames are all long gone but the pain lingers on (x.x.x)

ayrenn urthemiel — the exiled painted phoenix, once commander of plaithus; the exile

pinterest // playlist // @exilethegame

#oc: ayrenn urthemiel #if: the exile #the exile if #exile the game #interactive fiction #*myedits #*ocedits #inspired by gabbys CUTEST edit! this template was the loveliest to work with and i cant wait to do more loves with it! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🥺 #SHES HEREE HER INTRO EDIT IS HEREE #i have been full exile on the brain no thoughts head empty etc etc and ayrenn has been occupying my headspace since I finished reading! ❤️‍🔥 #amor fati means lover of one’s fate or lover of fate in latin! i thought it would be fitting for her destiny? the road she’s embarking on? #the dates are all sort of based on the symbolism of the seasons and astrology! #spring being the symbolism for a new beginning as she’s exiled from plaithus! the end brings a beginning! #winter being the closing season before the spring! her ending as an orphan in the streets to being a royal! #and! that when she returns to plaithus it comes full circle! in the winter she was introduced to royal life and the ending of her time as -> #and orphan and then it’s full circle when she ends her exile yet embarks on a new quest to end fate once and for all! so the end of an end? #the only one that isn’t based on a season is when she begins her relationship with sabir! that one was bc i thought it would be cute -> #if they became a thing on her birthday 🤍😌 BC IM A SUCKER FOR PAIN THE HEARTACHE THATS LOVING SOMEONE LOSING THEM AND THE RELIEF OF REUNION! #i think? for ayrenn her endgame will be sabir! but i also absolutely adore her and nikke so we’ll see! #WHEN SABIR KEPT MENTIONING HOME HER COMING HOME THE HOME SYMBOLISM OF LOVERS I KNEWW I WAS DONEE FOR ❤️‍🔥🤧 #(i do! have another oc that im planning for a nikke romance though!) #as I was reading and thinking about ayrenn as a character her dynamic with sabir was just *MUAH* im in love! #she’s wanting her life back in plaithus! i think as angry as she is the only thing that is keeping her from burning plaithus is sabir so! #RUN DONT WALK READ THIS IF I WAS AN EMOTIONAL WRECK THE STORY THE WORLDBUILDING AND WRITING IS PHENOMENAL! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 #the stats are as well kind of? what i would imagine her stats being towards the end of the story? ❤️‍🔥🥺

[sainzcaleruega]

When I saw this video, I thought of your blog. That man talk about Carlos with same vibe))

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CtcZR3dxft-/?igshid=Y2IzZGU1MTFhOQ==

HAHAHA i love so much that you thought of me ❤️

he is so real for that tho and i completely agree, i think carlos sainz would rock your world and i would like him to rock mine xx

#i think i actually sent this video to cay or nik #i see his vision #carlos just looks like sex #im sorry but its true #also anon you are the cutest and loveliest person ever for thinking of me <3 #do answers #lovely anon #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr #amor de mi vida

[evilminji]

Okay, but... now I'm wondering >.>

@the-witchhunter We talked about Danny being Morningstar's feral, probably engineering oils and ectoplasmic goo covered, mad scientist/himbo hybrid (attack) purse dog. His special lil guy.

But!

I seek your Knowledge(TM).

From second hand accounts? He seems to HATE the hypocrisy. The blaming HIM for humanity's own choices. The rat race and endless song n dance of "Righteous Good VS. Cartoonish Evil". Because it let's humanity paint themselves the helpless victims. Because it's all surface level. Because it is not so easy to escape the ugliness of your Sins, yet they keep trying to scapegoat him.

Fuck um.

He was tired of it.

But? He still has CONSIDERABLE POWER. It's probably written down. And the Ring Of Rage? Is proooobably not the loveliest of artifacts? I imagine, like the Crown, it's NOT leaving Danny alone. One of those "we don't CARE if there is no throne left to sit upon, you WILL wear us, as King" sort of systems.

It genuinely would not and DOES NOT matter, if not a single soul in all the Zone bows to him. Did he defeat the previous holder of their Right To Rulership? Yes or No.

If No, fuck off.

If Yes, new monarch.

Is it hurting him? Not the rings problem. Nor the Crown's. Heavy is the weight, etc etc. But! DANNY would certainly care. He is... is ANGRY all the time now. Has no idea who would even MAKE this bullshit ring. Why JUST Rage? Yeah, it makes ghosts stronger, but at what COST?

He can't even get rid of it!

......by himself.

Luckily, he's still clear headed enough to know that he's NOT in this by himself. And it's amazing what "mom, dad, this ring is trying to drive me insane. Help me" in a terrified and tearful voice, can brush over. No one threatens their baby and all that.

It would honestly be hilarious, seeing the extended Fenton clan decend like LOCUSTS on Pariahs Keep, searching for clues, terrifying the local ghosts, if... if he wasn't so tired.

God he's so tired.

It's Aunt Alecia who... "politely encourages" a passing scholar to lend them the book they need. Took the poor sucker right out of the sky. Guy never stood a chance. RIP.

He learns he has to head..... over? Like... 27 that-ish way, then up. Huh. 27 WHAT?

Realities, apparently. He's in the wrong bundle. Branch? Neighborhood? Eh. Clan Fenton rolls back out, he packs his bags, and hilariously enough? Goes off to the devils night club. Hopes he likes rings. Or hates them.

Thankfully, being "king" means the Zone? Kinda... humors him? Like... it still has RULES(tm). He can... can FEEL that now. But it's willing to bend some for him, if he asks. And anything NOT against the rules? If it's in the right mood? He need only ask. It's weird. Being suddenly so powerful, yet NOT, at the same time.

Cause none of it's his.

All he has is the Zone's attention. The ability to ask pretty please. If you don't mind. And then? The highways between... ALL will just? Shift and change for him. He can see how it went to Pariah's head. The Zone is pretty agreeable. Is by nature Amoral, cause it's not a Being, it's... well, it's the Zone.

And everyone wants him to ask things. Do things. Demand this or that. Use this power.

Maybe he doesn't WANT too! Maybe he didn't WANT to be king! Doesn't he have the right to say NO? To refuse? Why do they think he OWES them service? An eternity of politics and people trying to kill him, for something he never wanted in the FIRST PLACE.

He's so tired.

The nightclub's pretty cool.

So he comes to ask, politely of course, cause the guy's probably busy, if Morningstar could... dunno, fix or destroy it? Want a ring, maybe? Also he heard you MADE the stars. Huge fan of all of that. Can I ask about the process? Or are you in the middle of something?

And? Lucifer? Turns around, from where he's Leaning Seductive Yet Elegantly(tm) to see... scrawny. Tiny corpse child. No... half? Corpse? Alive. Dying. Alive yet dying. Huh. Well, that is different. And here he didn't think he'd get see anything NEW. You, child, are NOT a zombie. What are you?

Halfa.

I have no idea what that is. What do you want?

He gets shown the ugliest, crudest, peice of shit ring imaginable. A genuine foul little curse. Really stinks up the place. He destroys it, obviously. This club has STANDARDS. Hope that wasn't important?

Kid just smiles the biggest fangy lil grin. No. No it was not.

Obvious, lie, but cute lil teeth. He'll allow it.

He gets dragged into talking about the stars. And talking. And talking. Mostly bragging and explaining. Kid hangs off his every word. Follows him around as he makes his rounds. Asks good questions. Completely focused, dispite the booze and barely dressed dancing all around him.

Lucifer can't help notice the crown.

Lovely little thing. Space ice and star dust, glittering like jewels and light catching the mist. If he remembers right... that one iiiiiis..... not Limbo, it's.... Zone! That crown is the Zone, it changes to suit the wearer. He recognizes the vibe. Awfully young, aren't you?

And.... it all burst forth. He didn't even need to press. Use persuasive words and honeyed tones. Like an inflamed, festering wound. The merest brush is enough to spill everything.

Negligence, greed, blood lust. Bigotry and xenophobia. A tyrants endless quest for power. Ah, humans. They truly don't change do they? Realities away, dead or alive. Now they're harrasing a child. He honestly looks miserable. Whereas just a moment before, listening to Lucifer talk about his work on the stars, his soul practically GLOWED with light. A tiny little star unto himself.

.......maybe it's the big ol "I'm you BIGGEST FAN" eyes. The sad wet cat aura. Perhaps the scrawny "could snap you like a twig" teenager, all elbows and knees. The fact he is, in fact, NOT human; for all that he once was. But?? The kid? Is... not terrible company.

He'd even go so far as to say? It's like having a pet intern.

He can sleep on the couch.

Tell you what, you stay here? I'll keep taking about stars and YOU can do the chores I don't feel like doing. I'll take care of you and all that.

And Danny? Honestly was sold at the word "stars" but? This sounds like a phenomenally terrible idea... and he has yet to meet one of THOSE he hasn't made out sloppy still with, so deal! But as a minor, that DOES make you his new gaurdian for the next four-ish years. He's legally obligated to finish schooling.

Ah.

.....well shit.

(Just? Local stressed 14-15 year old Ghost King does RESPONSIBILE thing and finds Adultier Adult. With more qualified Adult powers. Unfortunately for everyone, the adult is Lucifer Morningstar, night club owner. Even MORE Unfortunately, said ghost kind has pack bonded with the Nice Star Man, who saved him from the Bad Ring, and effectively offered to let him crash on his swanky couchs.

Now Morningstar has to? Somewhat VAGUELY pretend he gives a shit local schooling system, as he puts his charge INTO it. Actively giving waking terrors to the magical community. What evil plot is afoot? Where did he get this tiny minor death god? What is his end goal FOR said child?

No one knooooows~

But Lucifer is just doing this cause he's a Being of his word. He hates the tedious minor chores he'll be foisting off onto Danny. And? Most importantly? Look at that face. *shoujo sparkly eyes of Star Sempai Noticed Me!* it's like having a golden retriever puppy. Ffs he has STANDARDS.)

(It'd be hilarious to watch the hostile 5th dimensional chess DC characters have going on in the background, all while? Danny is like? Man! Isn't this universe GREAT? Everyone here is so CHILL! And nice to me! I'm so relaxed now! Finally, I can finish my education in peace.)

@hdgnj @hypewinter @lolottes @babbling-babull @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #tw wounds #but only as euphemism for emotional state

[notjustjavierpena]

Mouthful

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

A/N: Made with the help from my loveliest @strang3lov3 with a talk about men conking out after cumming and how Hubby Javier still hasn’t gotten his dick sucked. So to all the girlies who want to give your fictional husband a blowjob, this one is for you.

Summary: Javier is starting to come down with the flu but he just simply won’t lie down to have some rest. You have a trick that never fails.

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader/You (No y/n)

Tags: +18 smut, husband!javier, domestic life, sickfic, Inés is a menace, Javier is a stubborn man, ❤️ JAVIER HAS A DAD BOD!!!!!!! ❤️, blowjob, deep-throating, mouth-fucking, praise, dirty talk, cum-swallowing,

Word count: 2.8k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52856839

Mouthful

You hear the clink of plates being lifted out of the dishwasher, the sound of Sebastian crying, stuttering sobs as he is bounced, and Inés going on about something that happened in preschool. Javier is barely listening, replying with half-sentences that seem to make his daughter more frustrated with her father not paying attention and eventually leading to her talking louder. 

The idea of what will meet you in the kitchen is enough to make you want to flee to the bedroom, enough to make you want to pretend that you haven’t heard them during an extended nap. However, you could never bring yourself to let Javier go through the hell of late afternoons with children alone.

“Look who’s up,” he says with a desperate smile as you enter the room, twisting his whole body to make his crying son spot his mother. As soon as Sebastian’s eyes gaze upon you, his wails die down and they stop completely the moment you take him from Javier’s arms. 

“Mom! Guess what happened today at school,” Inés interrupts just as you are about to say something. She speaks loudly, and you automatically reach up to cover Sebastian’s ear that isn’t pressed into your shoulder. 

“Inés, indoor voices,” Javier finally manages to say, reaching up to rub his temples, “Shhh…”

“Sorry,” she makes a face, not completely convinced. 

“What happened at school?” You ask but instead of looking at her, you find yourself staring at your husband who looks like absolute hell, glassy eyes and exhaustion radiating from him. Inés giggles as she tells a joke that isn’t really a joke, too lost in her story to notice that you aren’t really listening. 

Javier places a hand on the kitchen table, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. His shirt is crumpled, his eyes have dark circles and you don’t actually think that he has even noticed that he is sniffling every other moment. He sighs deeply, breathing mostly through his mouth as he does it, and then goes back to emptying the dishwasher.

“Are you okay, honey?” You ask him, stopping midway to shush Inés who doesn’t look pleased, “You look under the weather. Are you feeling okay?” 

There’s an almost offended nature in Javier’s reply. He doesn’t stop what he is doing, sorting through the cutlery, “What? No, yeah. Estoy bien, mi amor (I’m fine, my love). Just need to get this done.”

“And then what?” You ask with a raised eyebrow. 

“And then I’ll get started on dinner,” he tells you with a tired smile that isn’t very convincing. 

“You look like… m i e r d a (shit), and you probably feel it too. I was sick last week,” you spell out the dirty word, using the Spanish word because the English is short enough to make Inés guess what you are saying. 

“Mom,” Inés predictably complains. 

“I’m fine. I just need 20 minutes where no one comes near me,” he says with exasperation. He finishes up the bottom drawer of the dishwasher and goes to pull out the top one. You find yourself laying a hand on top of his, stopping him in his tracks.

“Javi,” you say softly. 

“What?” He grumbles.

“I can finish up here. I’ll cook dinner,” you tread lightly, knowing that he hates being babied by you. Him not pulling his weight is a common fight that the two of you have had, and he probably feels on edge when you ask him not to help out with the kids. 

“I can do it,” he snaps but suddenly sneezes, and it ends up making his nose prickle enough to cause his eyes to water. 

“Go do something else, laundry maybe. I’ll do this,” you say a little more firmly, strategically sending him to your bedroom to make him spot your bed and have some well-earned rest, “It’s really not a problem, and you know I hate doing laundry anyway.”

“Fine,” he holds his hands up in surrender. 

“I love you,” you say in a sing-song voice as he leaves the kitchen, “Go have your 20 minutes.”

Inés looks longingly after her father but you manage to distract her with a snack before she runs after him. You run your free hand over her hair as she eats a peanut butter sandwich, Sebastian cooing happily on your hip as he has been allowed to chew on a banana.

“Do you want to watch cartoons before dinner?” You ask, “Give Mommy some time to get things done in the kitchen, and then I can hear all about school while we eat?”

“Fine,” she parrots her dad, holding up her hands as well and running off to the living room. You follow her, setting Sebastian down in his playpen and turning on the baby monitor. Then you turn on the TV, adjust the volume, and let Inés busy herself by singing along to her favorite theme song. 

You finish emptying the dishwasher, cut vegetables, and throw them into the slow cooker with other ingredients, and after you check on both of your kids, you realize there’s some spare time before you have to pick Lucas up from his play date. 

You decide to go upstairs to do another round of laundry, but when you cannot find the laundry basket, you go to your bedroom. Javier must have taken it when folding clothes. 

“Jesus, why are you not resting? I sent you here so you’d eventually nap,” you groan as you enter the bedroom and see Javier putting his shirts on hangers. 

“I told you I’m fine,” he seems even more sick at this point, nose slightly congested and causing him to speak nasally, “I can do this.”

You walk up to him to yank a clothing hanger out of his hands and throw it onto the floor, receiving a glare in response. Javier doesn’t look pleased with your behavior, but you don’t find his stubborn attitude charming either. 

“Javier F. Peña,” you tut, “Just go lie down and trust that your wife has everything under control. It’s what a lot of husbands do, you know.”

“Well, wife, I don’t need your permission to do housework,” he tries to push past you but you catch him in a disarming embrace, giggling as he tries bending down to pick you up so he can move you out of his way. You avoid his efforts, catching him by the wrists when he straightens once more, and push him back towards the bed. 

“You need rest, husband,” you shove him when the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he lets himself fall down into the mattress, bouncing slightly as it connects with his back. 

“I don’t need a nap, I’m not a child,” he groans dramatically. 

“Then stop acting like one,” you pull the baby monitor out of your pocket and place it on the nightstand. When Javier tries to sit up again, you snap your fingers and point at him, “Nuh-uh, lie down.” 

It makes you realize that you need to use alternative methods to get him to obey; he simply won’t do as he has been told, and if anyone is ever in doubt about where Inés gets her stubbornness from, you’ll simply glance over at her father to answer the question. 

“What if I treat you to something special?” You ask with a little smirk, moving to the end of the bed so you can proceed to crawl onto him. You sit on his legs, “Think that’ll make you relax?”

You already know the answer to that question. He looks ready to conk out. 

“I’m actually fine, I don’t need—“

“I know, Javi,” you reply. Your fingers find his crumpled shirt and you pull it out of his jeans, shoving it up over his stomach so you can access his belt, watching your husband twitch underneath you at the sound of the buckle clinking as you undo it. 

He lifts his head to watch as you tug down his jeans and underwear, “Just so you know, I’m not sleeping after this. I have to—“

“I know, Javi,” you repeat, bending down to nuzzle your nose against his soft stomach. His cock lays flaccid against his thigh, but you pull it out from underneath the waistband of his briefs to lay it against his tummy so you can skim your palm up and down the shaft. His soft cock slowly comes alive underneath your touch, and soon you can wrap your fist around him to stroke him till he stands completely erect. 

Below you, Javier groans when you press a kiss to his belly, “And I have to get the laundry done.” 

“Whatever you say, baby, let me take care of you and I’ll let you do as much laundry as you want,” you hum against his skin, relishing in his warmth and his so-called dad-body - the last year has blessed you with Javier getting a little softer to the touch - that you nuzzle up to at every opportunity you get. 

Javier isn’t a fan of himself growing soft around the middle but you savor it every time you get to see that bit of pudge strain against his usual jeans (which he refuses to buy in a bigger size). If you thought he was gorgeous when his muscles were toned and his body looked younger, you had not been prepared for how good he looks now that he is older, rounder, and getting comfortable. His arms are still deliciously strong; an overwhelmingly sexy result of still carrying Inés around everywhere, picking her up from the ground if she has a tantrum at the grocery store. 

“God, you’re so sexy,” you pinch his stomach to earn a little noise. Javier says your name in disapproval but you just look up at him with a smile, grabbing more of his pudge before biting into it and kissing it afterward, “Let your wife have her fun.”

Javier is just about to say something - you don’t know whether it is about his body, the lack of a blowjob, or laundry once more - but you know it’s more complaining and so you cut him off by running the flat of your tongue from base to tip of his cock. He tastes like salt. If you had the time, you would not finish until his scent and taste were everywhere on you. In your clothes, etched into your skin, and on your tongue. 

“Oh shi—“ he gasps, resting the back of his head on the mattress once more. He breathes deeply in through his mouth, nose still stuffed, and stares at the ceiling as you work your tongue up and down his shaft only to follow the wet trail with your nose.

When you reach his cockhead a third time, you suckle on the very tip to rid him of the pearl of precome that has accumulated at the slit and is threatening to slide down (you want to treat yourself to it before it does). Above you, Javier moans at feeling your mouth, not your tongue, properly for the first time. 

“Fucking hell, baby, gotta admit that I didn’t see this coming,” he half-chuckles, half-groans.

“Maybe I just wanted to shut you up for a moment. You are stubborn, you know,” you pull back to talk, look up at him, and nuzzle needily at his cock. He looks down at you but you simply smile, “I looove you for that though, not annoying at all.”

You follow your little snarky remark up with a press of your lips to the underside of his shaft, using a hot open-mouthed kiss to cut off whatever offense he might take from your teasing. He doesn’t even seem to register it after feeling your mouth on himself again. 

Then you let saliva gather in your mouth before spitting directly onto the head, using your hand to smear it down his length by stroking him a few times. You lean over him and bring your mouth down over his girth, no teasing or anything, until the thick head hits the back of your mouth. 

“Fuuuck, and then up again,” he groans, a strong hand reaching for whatever he can grab of you. His fingers curl around your shoulder, moving inwards until they dig into the back of your neck. Slowly, you drag your lips all the way off of him again. 

Javier makes a sound when you pull off but it quickly turns into a whimper as you let more saliva drip down. You smear this too, swirling your sinful tongue around the tip and occasionally licking like were you eating a popsicle on a summer’s day. 

You can feel him pulse against your lips, so you show mercy and let him into your mouth again. He is hot and heavy on your tongue and a moaning mess above you, nails starting to dig into your skin. 

You start bobbing your head, hand on the base of Javier’s cock to hold his generous size in place. When he bumps against your throat for the first time and thus makes you gag the first time, he lets out a sound that you can never get enough of and it causes your cunt to throb between your legs. 

“Who would think that a pretty girl sucks cock like that? Oh, fuck… I love you, just like that—” he talks in a way that makes you think he might not even be aware of what he is saying but is simply letting his mouth run, “Suck that cock, baby. Good fucking girl, married the right one, didn’t I?”

You hum in reply and he growls at the vibrations of your voice. The pride you feel is indescribable, and so you seek out his approval once again by moaning as you taste him. Even if it results in your eyelashes dampening from Javier pushing his hips upwards, you lean further down and force yourself to relax your throat. 

He slides into the tight space at the back of your throat and his hand flies to the top of your head. He fists your hair desperately when you gulp around him and make your throat spasm, tugging at your follicles to the point where tears slide down your face. Soon, they also mix with the spit coating his cock.

You swallow around him again. Javier holds your head with both hands now, “Can I - Christ - can I fuck this gorgeous mouth? Por favor (please), baby.”

Even if it is hurting a little, you nod the best you can because Javier’s groan as he starts thrusting his hips upward is worth any ache in your body. Your thighs flutter, your clit pulses. 

Both his hands gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He uses it to move your head as he pleases, makes you bob on his dick until you gag wetly with every other thrust of his hips. Every time he bucks his hips, his thigh muscles flex and your nose buries itself in his happy trail. 

“You gonna take it?” He rasps, chest heaving. He is nearly there, muscles in his whole body twitching as he slowly loses control over himself when pleasure is so close. The next thrusts are maddening and you can’t blink any tears away even if you tried, “Fuck, swallow, baby. Take my come.”

You look up at him through your wet lashes and hum a mhm, confirming. Yes, yes, yes, give it to me.

You know he is peaking when his breath stops. He holds it during the last thrusts, finally letting out a loud moan as he finishes and sucks in a deep breath afterward. 

His cock spurts in the next moment. You can feel it hit the back of your sore throat, warm and salty, in several pulses and automatically, you swallow hungrily around his girth. The action makes him groan weakly and his hips stutter until he finally needs to let go of you. His arms lie flat along his side.

“Holy fuck, baby,” he sighs contentedly when you pull off, “Fuck, I don’t even know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything, Daddy,” you tease, and then you treat the sensitive head of his cock to a few innocent kitten-licks, essentially cleaning him up until he softens. 

He whimpers when it becomes too much, and so you pull off to kiss him along his stomach. You can hear his breathing changing, turning into something less erratic. 

“You okay?” You eventually ask but receive no reply. You look up. 

As predicted, Javier snores. You smile to yourself as you push yourself away from him, careful not to wake him up as you pull his briefs and jeans up again, leaving the latter unbuttoned. 

“Javier Peña, the most stubborn man on the planet has a weakness,” you whisper and shake your head with a fond smile. 

You grab the baby monitor from the nightstand and leave him to sleep, knowing he’ll wake up feeling a lot more sick and, hopefully, a lot more cooperative. You bring him a glass of water and some Tylenol to wake up to, write a note for him about how much you adore him, and that you’ll take care of everything. He needs it. 

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[ooffies]

Hi!! Could I request g/n reader accidentally confessing to Floyd? (I don't request a lot so this might be kind of janked up lol)

Hi nonnie, thank you for the request! I had so much fun writing this and I'm sorry for the wait, school as been taking up a lot of my time :,). I decided to add a few more characters and divided the audio into sections for each of the characters. I hope you're okay with that! Anyways I hope y'all enjoy ~

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Surprise Confession!

❥─➤ Characters: Riddle, Floyd, Rook, and Malleus x gn! reader (separate)

❥─➤ warnings: none!

Riddle Rosehearts:

“I’m going to confess to you on valentines”

“EH!?”

He’s shocked, absolutely flabbergasted. How can someone have so much confidence? Are you pulling a prank?? But he sees how serious you look. Oh god you’re not joking. He’s burning bright red, not exactly sure if he’s flustered or embarrassed. How could you be so bold? He wants to scold you for your bold statement but he can’t even get words to form because of how hard his heart hammered in his chest. 

You just ruined your own surprise due to your scattered brain prefect, goodness you are such a klutz. How silly. But I wouldn’t want you to be any other way. Wh-What? I said nothing of the sort I- I AM NOT BLUSHING!!

Floyd Leech:

“You’ll be available right?”

“Mhm”

He’s one happy little eel man. His shrimpy was so silly. You’re now locked in the cage of his embrace, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of his happiness. His chin rested on your head. His mouth wide open with a big smile, it was only proper of him to do so at this moment. Afterall his mother had taught him that if he ever liked someone he needed to show them by opening his mouth as wide as possible (fun eel fact). Forget the romantic valentines day confession your his now and he isn’t planning on letting you go. Best to change the plan to take him on a date now for Valentines.

Shrimpy look at you going and messin’ up your confession to me. But good for ya to know I don’t care that ya messed up. I’m much happier knowing how ya feel about me now rather than later yeah? So forget me being available I’m already all yours and now you're all mine~

Rook Hunt:

“You’ll be prepared?

“Yes”

He’s been ready for this moment since he first fell in love with you. He is absolutely overjoyed by your accidental confession. You were just the most magnificent, loveliest thing in the whole wide world. His belle rose, la prunelle de ses yeux, son véritable amour!! Scratch you being prepared to confess to him, this man was a thousand times more prepared than you. He could shower you with all the love and affection he had at this very moment, but he’ll wait to do that till your valentines day confession. He wouldn’t want to ruin the lovely surprise you had planned so intricately for him.

Oh my little trickster you are just the cutest!  You’re planning all this for me? Merveilleux!! You are like a star lighting up that night sky that is my heart, you burn so brightly I cannot get enough of your light. But ma précieuse étoile, I'll show you more love than you could ever imagine mi amor, I hope you’re prepared for it~

Malleus Draconia:

“Why is your face so red?”

“Cause you already confessed”

“AH!! I forget I said anything…”

Both of you are blushing red idiots. He’s having so much trouble processing what just happened and you’re beating yourself up for letting your plan slip. You were planning to confess to him? He never expected it. All these new feelings coming over him were overwhelming. His face was hot, his heart felt like it was about to burst and his stomach was tying itself in an array of knots. Was he sick? Coming down with something? But the most overwhelming thing of all was that he could not get you out of his head. Thoughts and images of you plagued his now lovesick brain. He wanted to take you in his arms and show you how much he loved you. He wanted to whisk you away and keep you all to himself.

How brave you are, child of man, confessing to someone like me. You are truly fascinating. Although I’m sure you can see how happy I am to hear that, can you tell by the red on my face.? I hate to make such a greedy request but can we perhaps not wait until valentine's day? I don’t think I can wait that long to officially become yours.

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[atalentedwriter]

— snooze and miss the moment

paring: e-42!miles x fem!reader

a/n: i don't speak spanish i'm sorry but i used the most accurate translator i could find. if i made ANY mistakes, feel free to hmu and tell me i will certainly change em. also didn't like forgive me so i deleted it lol sorry forgive me (get it 🤭)

taglist: @looorelaaaiii

sypnosis: in which the reader and miles take a day to unwind from the stress of day to day life and his secret alter ego as the prowler.

wordcount: 2,103 words and 10,898 characters

genre: fluff, teenagers, romance, slightly suggestive but not really, established relationship

translations: "they can't hear you" - "no te oyen" "hey" - "hola" "you shouldn't have" - "no deberías tener" "whatever you say" - "lo que tú digas" "you've got the loveliest voice" - "tienes la voz más hermosa" "my love" - "mi amor" "my life" - "mi vida"

"Don't go in there girl, you know the killer is ALWAYS in the cabin!" You scream at the tv and Miles has to put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. You two were watching a horror movie and the characters were pissing you off with their stupid decisions.

"Damn mami chill out, no te oyen." He said with a chuckle and smile before turning back to the tv as you sunk into his arms on the couch.

It was a late night and you two were in your bedroom which had a bed and desk on the right with a tv and couch across from it. It was a stress-relief night- that's what you called it at least. You had these once a month or whenever miles' busy schedule doing God knows what clears up.

Prepping for tonight was the most exciting thing to happen today. You bought new matching pajamas for both of you, hello kitty for him and kuromi for you. You spent HOURS perfecting stitch braids on your braiding doll so you could try it on Miles. You also created a slow playlist for both of you, one of the songs being "Snooze" by SZA. Miles put you on, it was the song he played for you on your first date and it immediately became your song.

You had also bought facemasks and extra nail polish, as well as a bunch of snacks and more.

Miles arrived at your door at 9PM when both of your parents were to be out the house for date night.

"Hola mami." Miles cupped your face to give you a small kiss on your lips, you had to pull apart before he turned it into a makeout session. "What?"

"You'll get your kisses Miles, but for I prepared a lot of stuff to do, come." You urged him into the house and shut the door, locking it as he noticed the matching pajamas on the couch.

"For me? Oh mami no deberías tener." Miles picks up his pants and walks over to you to give you another kiss but you swerve him.

"Bathroom, go change." You say as he rolls his eyes jokingly, walking over to the bathroom to change. You grab your stuff and head to your room, changing into your kuromi pants as well. Once you were done, you heard a knock on your door.

"Come in."

Miles steps in, wearing his hello kitty pants and the same green hoodie from earlier, folded sweatpants in his hands. He puts it on top of your dresser and looks you up and down. A red tube top with your baggy kuromi pajama pants. the waistband hung a bit low showing the top of your nike underwear pants.

He raised an eyebrow, a small smile peeking on his lips before he hid his amusement to look up at you. "And is there any reason you asked me to take my hair out?" He didn't have his usual 2 braids, just his regular 4c hair in a low bun and you brightly smiled.

"Yes , actually, come sit." You walked over to the couch and sat down, a tray with a bunch of hair cair products, a comb and a rattail comb sitting next to you. "I wanna braid your hair."

He shrugged and sat between your legs, reaching his hand up to squeeze your thigh. "You sure mami?"

"Yeah, I spent hours perfecting stitch braids and I..wanted to try on you." You grab your comb as he reached down, pulling the rubber band out of his hair, revealing it to be much fuller and bigger than you thought.

You go silent. What the fuck was Mrs. Morales using and why did he have healthier and better hair than you? You were a bit envious, you were definitely gonna ask for haircare tips after.

"You good up there mami?" He raised his head up to look at you and you reach down to move his head back straight.

"Mhm..I got it, don't worry."

"Lo que tú digas" He says as you start combing through his hair which felt like silk, the comb quickly and easily moved through. Miles hummed as he closed his eyes, resting his head in your thighs.

"You're not tender-headed are you?"

"Nah..go crazy." He reached up to rest his arm on your thigh as you picked up the rattail comb, parting it down the middle and applying gel.

"Snooze" by SZA filled the room as you silently sung along to it. You stopped and moved your head down till you were face to face with Miles. He opened his eyes to look at you in confusion and you smiled, singing along with the lyrics.

"I can't loose, when I'm with you, how can I snooze and miss the moment? You just too important, nobody do body like you do"

Miles laughed at your antics and leaned in to kiss your cheek but you moved back, giggling.

"Uht uht, lemme finish." You sat back straight to continue braiding his hair as he closed his eyes again.

"Tienes la voz más hermosa (name)." Miles said as you smile to yourself.

Minutes later you had finally finished and top it off with some rubberbands at the ends.

"You done?" Miles asked as you nodded. "Lemme see."

You nervously handed your man the mirror as he opened his eyes to look at it. He was silent for a second, moving his head to the side to see it better.

"You like it?" You asked and he raised his head up to look at you with a smile. "Or it's like nah?"

"It's dope, I fuck wit it.." He paused and looked up at your satisfied expression. "Lemme rephrase. I love it mi amor" He said as your smile grew bigger.

"I got something hold on." You move his head back into position placing some cute hello kitty pins on his head, he watched you through the mirror intently as your face focused to find the perfect spots for the clips. "There, is it cute?"

"You got me putting all sorts of shit in my hair...I like it." He turned to face you, raising an eyebrow. "Do i get my kiss now?"

"No." You turn him back around as he playfully pouts before you chuckle. "I'm joking, c'mere." You move his head upwards so he was upside down, at least in your pov, and you kissed his lips slowly, cupping his face.

His hand that was holding the mirror up fell down to the ground as he pushed himself upwards to get the kiss deeper. As you both pulled back he had a goofy grin on his face, one you rarely saw.

It returned back to a smirk just as fast as it appeared, it was gone. He looked back into the mirror and raised an eyebrow, looking up at you. "You tryna be my personal stylist ma?"

You couldn't even clock what he was saying, he looked so good upside down like that. It took you a second before it registered in your head. "Huh...? Oh yeah, if you want."

Next up was face masks. You both were in your bathroom, and Miles watched you, arms crossed as you take out the masks from the paper bags they were in and placed them on the counter in front of your mirror.

"And that does what?" He asked, that was something he never seen before. I mean, he does skincare, his mom made him do it since birth but when it came to facemasks he always preferred a gel his mom always got for him.

"It exfoliates the skin and combats acne. Plus it gives you smooth skin." You say, looking up at him as he raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

"If you wanted smooth skin, we could've just done it another way mami." He wanted to crack up, his jokes get him sometimes.

You stare at him, looking up through the glasses you had on. "Why are you always so nasty?"

"I can't help it mi vida you do something to me." He whined as you stoped the emerging smirk on your face. "I know you wanna laugh."

"Miles." You turned away to hide your smile before looking back at him. "You need to start getting on your knees for Christ."

"Okay, pastor."

That got it. You both erupted into laughter, Miles laughing because you laughed and you just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Boy- anyway." You collected yourself as you giggled a little bit. "Do you want the hello kitty mask or the kuromi mask"

Miles pointed and looked at you. "Hello kitty please."

You took the mask out of the packaging before instructing him to sit down on the covered toilet seat due to him being taller than you. He obliged and you gently put the mask on him as he closed his eyes. You used your fingertips to smoothen out the mask on its sides.

"Damn, I've been missing out." He says as he stands up and you both walk over to the counter. He puts his hands on his face which was covered by the cute pink mask.

"Soft right?" You gently apply the purple mask on your face and he helps you smoothen out the sides like you did for him. "We look so good, hold on." You brought out your phone to take a mirror pic as Miles walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck as you snapped some pics. One where you both flashed grins at the camera, another where he was kissing your neck and another where he jokingly bent you over the counter, both of you making faces.

As the facemasks worked on your face, you both sat down on your bed, your nail kit open as Miles raised an eyebrow, looking through the colors.

"Matching nails?" He asked as you showed him the hello kitty nails you had gotten for yourself the other day.

"Yeah, I got hello kitty and I figured I could do a little kuromi for you." You smile at Miles who ponders over your words. "Pleaseeee?" You take his hands and pout playfully, blinking as you looked up at him.

He sighed. "Yeah okay whatever ma." He smirked as a huge smile graced your lips and you picked aside some colors.

"I have some kuromi nail thingamabobs so-"

"Thingamabobs? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Miles asked as you grabbed the base coat bottle.

"Relax, I know you're supposed to put it on the nail, if you want i can just like try to draw the character instead?"

"Don't fuck me up mami."

And there you two were, half an hour or more later, on the couch, cuddled together and wrapped in blankets while eating snacks and watching scary movies.

You had painted Miles' nails black and purple and on the middle fingers for both of his hands was the character, Kuromi. You actually did a pretty good job drawing it but that's because Miles was stressing you to do a good job.

As the movie ended in a gory mess, you turned to look at Miles who was already staring at you. "What? Something on my face?" You asked and he smirked.

"Nah, you're just beautiful." It caught you off guard but he normally did that, he compliments you at random times to see how shocked and cute your flustered face is.

"Pfft- you're corny" You laugh, turning away to hide your face but Miles' noticed the big smile. You turned back to him. "Is there anything else you wanna do loverboy?"

Miles narrowed his eyes at you. "...I've got some ideas."

"Wha- MILES!"

He grabbed you, picking you up bridal style before placing you on the couch. In one swift motion you were under him and he was hovering above you, his legs between your thighs and his arms on both sides of your body, keeping you trapped.

"Tell the truth, I look better under you" He smirked down at you and as if on command, "Snooze" by SZA started playing again and Miles lowered himself and attached his lips onto yours.

Apart from SZA's smooth and slow voice, the only other thing that filled the room was the low volume of the tv which was playing the movie credits and the faint sound of lips smacking and small moans. Miles had moved one hand down to your thigh, putting it on his hip as he rubbed it gently but firmly.

"Damn."

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[petaltexturedskies]

Under my window bloomed the loveliest flowers and plants: roses that looked at me amorously; red carnations with shyly pleading scent; and laurel, climbing up the wall toward me and almost growing into my room, like a flame which always pursues me. And I wanted to write quiet songs, only for myself or at most to read them to some hidden nightingale.

Heinrich Heine, from a passage written c. October, 1833

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[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Falling of Snow, Falling in Love - Modern! Alicent Hightower x Reader

Summary: Alicent finally finds the courage to confess her feelings for you, her longtime admirer and best friend.

Pairing: Modern!Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slight mentions of homophobia, homosexual pining, Alicent angsting on the inside

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) this is for all the lovers of our favourite doe-eyed queen with the reddish brown curls (and all of Olivia Cooke's simps). I hope you enjoy! :)

lovely dividers credited to @firefly-graphics !

Despite the biting chill that had been plaguing Oldtown for the past few weeks now, today, the sun hung up high in the blue sky, shining brightly, painting the portrait of a perfect, though chilly sunny day. 

Which was how you found yourself prancing along the cobbled streets of Oldtown this fine afternoon, arms linked with your best friend, Alicent, the both of you deciding to do some last minute Christmas shopping. Even though the cold had brought out the redness in your cheeks and in your opinion, made you look like someone who had just undergone a severe sunburn, Alicent still looked as dazzling as ever. Her reddish brown curls cascaded down her back, perfectly windswept by the winter breeze, and her cheeks were tinged with the sort of rosiness reminiscent in paintings of old. She looked like a vision. 

And you said as much to her this morning when she appeared at your door, bright eyed and bundled in her cosy brown trench coat and maroon scarf. She had laughed and the loveliest shade of pink had spilled into her features, a sight which made your heart beat ten times faster in your chest. 

Gods, was she beautiful. 

You had always made your feelings of admiration clear to Alicent, something that had first started as Alicent taking it as a joke, before evolving into something much more serious. More complicated. You knew Alicent never did well with complicated, and you always accepted that you wouldn’t push her on reciprocating your feelings. Having been raised in such a cloistered and conservative environment, Alicent still struggled with accepting your adoration and her own amorous feelings towards you, which were frowned upon by her parents and siblings, all deeming a romantic love between individuals of the same gender ‘unnatural’. 

As Alicent began to grow older however, she gradually distanced herself from those harmful beliefs with your help, learning to accept who she was and how she chose to love. After all, she had learnt from you, love was love, and no matter who you love, it should never stir up a sense of shame in you. 

Now, Alicent’s main obstacle was her lack of courage. As she watched you drag her from shop to shop, whether it was marvelling at the baked goods displayed in the windows of Oldtown’s finest bakeries, or excitedly gesturing to Alicent the little porcelain animals you’ve seen at the cutest antiques shop, Alicent couldn’t help but fall in love with you more and more. 

However, it was never easy for Alicent to express her feelings, much less ones she had repressed all her life. She was someone who would rather listen quietly and observe others rather than speaking out on her own. So she bided her time and waited, as you were patient and comforting with her struggles, as you told her time after time again it doesn’t matter if she couldn’t express her admiration back for you the same way that you did. It all didn’t matter, as long as she was by your side. 

But today, it did matter. Because she was finally going to tell you how she felt. How she felt the same as you did her, how she worshipped every inch of you, how she relished in every laugh elicited from you, every single one of your words that were laced with honey and everything sweet in the world. 

How much she loved you. 

Your strolling eventually carried the both of you to a square in the shopping district of Oldtown, and Alicent was absentmindedly giving out responses to your questions. She bit her lip nervously, her other hand going to pat down her curls. ‘This is it,’ she told herself, inhaling deeply. ‘I’m going to tell her how I feel. On Christmas day, just like I planned.’ 

‘I got this-’ 

“Alicent!” Your exclamation jolted Alicent from her self-induced panic, and she looked at you, trying not to display the anxiety she felt at her confession being disrupted. But then, she tilted her head up at your behest, and saw something wondrous. 

White flecks of snow were cascading down from the skies, making their soft and swift descent as all around, people in Oldtown stopped to stare and marvel at the sky. The first snowfall had arrived at last. 

“Oh my goodness,” you said excitedly, before you started shivering violently, teeth chattering. The sudden landfall of snow had made the temperature drop by a few degrees, and you hastily moved to pull on your mittens, urging Alicent to do the same. But the bone-biting chill aside, you looked positively delighted as the snow gradually began covering the ground, and as the sun’s rays reflected on it, it cast an otherworldly, magical glow on all your surroundings. It was truly a White Christmas now. “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?” you remarked to Alicent, eyes shining. 

Only to realise that her twinkling brown eyes were fixed on you. 

“Yes,” Alicent said softly, as you felt the graze of her soft mittens on your cheek. “It really is.” 

You could feel your heart nearly beating out of your chest, a rush of epiphany and joy making your head spin a little. ‘Was this finally happening?” 

Alicent hesitated, deciding that the time was right, she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours. When she made to pull away, however, you held her face between your hands, pulling her in for a deeper, longer kiss. 

And there was nothing more perfect in the world than this, Alicent realised. Your kiss was slow, languid, but filled with emotion, with nothing but pure, innocent admiration for one another. Of love. 

Alicent hadn’t wanted the kiss to end, but when it eventually did, she took the chance, leaning her forehead against yours and whispering the words she had always wanted to say: 

“I love you.” 

And as you laughed and dipped Alicent, bringing your lips to hers again, Alicent realised again that you were right, that love was nothing to be ashamed of. 

Love was something that made her feel powerful.

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[kittykittyanon]

if i knew you irl (please just delete this if it makes you uncomfy 😣)

We would go to cat cafes

I like cats, you like cats. It makes sense

But also the cat cafe is a bookstore bc I go to this bookstore cafe with this cute lil cat named Cedric but that's all the way in NC (not where I live)

So we would pick out a book to read together, something silly that would make us laugh

And we would have lots of sweet treats and hot chocolates while we read the book out loud in silly voices

We would also be snuggling with the cute cats, two teenage girls giggling in the corner if a cafe over a cheesy romance book

imagining we both live in a city, we would go on walks all the time tbh

Holding hands/p (if ur cool with that) to make sure we don't get lost and giggling about stuff that's happened to us recently

also looking around at the pretty landscapes all the trees and buildings and just being in awe of the world around us

Bonus points if we are looking at christmas decorations

BONUS BONUS points if we play this game; we take turns spotting people and giving then life stories. Like we just come up with what they are doing, how they are feeling.

Also we have some sort if hot chocolate or lemonade or some sort of drink that matches rhe vibes of our walks

I imagine these walks are sort of weekly. We don't walk far just a little bit to catch up with each other

UAJAVSJAVKAVSBDJOSVSOSVSIOSVDODVIDBDODVDIDVEIE OMIGOSHHHH OMIGOSH OMIGOSH!!! (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) (≧▽≦) AMORIA AMI AMIMI!! HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU /P OMIGOSH AMORIA OMIGOSH. 💥💥💥💥💥💥 ((side note: i love it when you ambush me with silly asks like this,, i like the reminder you think of me :3 and i think of you too!!!))

more hcs under the cut!! <33

first of all, Yes. to everything on this list.

i walk like an absolute DRUNKARD,, and i mean when i get comfortable i never walk straight and i'm always walking in a sort of zigzag pattern,,, i feel like you'd laugh at how silly i walk and then i'd start laughing cause you're laughing and in the end we'd both be cackling and stumbling down the pavement together (≧▽≦)

OMIGOSH I LOVE HANDHOLDING!!! or just any sort of physical affection (as long as you're comfortable with it) !!! when i get comfy with someone,, it's very common for me to sort of. drape myself over them (*ﾉ∀`*)

if you're comfy with it and you want to,, i feel like we'd scoot our chairs as close as possible and be having our shoulders touching with a cat chilling across our laps,, us holding a book and trying to laugh as quietly as possible in the back of the cafe.

we'd share earphones/earbuds!! 100% we'd do the little thingy where i put one in my ear and you put one in yours and we'd have a mix of both our favorite playlists on low volume while we walk,, kinda like background music!! low enough for us to hear eachother but high enough to be audible.

i'm actually a rollerblader!! ...not a very good one, but a rollerblader nonetheless!! i'd definitely take you skating in our free time when we have energy for it, and i'd throw protective gear at you 'cause i'm scared of us falling LMAO

... yeah, no — we'd end up falling anyway LSNOABSOSVSISKECSHSJSHHSHSH

but we'd be laughing the whole time anyway so it's okay (*ﾉ∀`*)

during sleepovers, i'd bring a big stash of snacks and candy carefully picked out to your taste and mine, we'd watch coraline or any other movies!!

and then late at night, when it's time to sleep,, i'd give you my plushies so we could go to bed holding soft objects :3

if you stayed up i'd randomly wake up at like 3:45 am to spout the randomest shit only to fall right back asleep a few minutes later.

"did... *hiccup, giggle* did you know that whale sharks are filter feeders... an'... an' they eat plankton..." "... 😰"

i have curly hair so i sleep in bonnets and spend a lot of time in the mirror scrunching in gel and fixing my hair, i feel like you'd sit on the bed on your phone or something as i do it and we'd talk about whatever, breaking into snickers and giggles several times cause we're sprinkling in jokes to make eachother laugh.

assuming we don't go to the same school cause of the weekly walks to catch up with eachother,, i'd probably surprise you in the morning by knocking on your door with a big grin and your favorite snack, ready to walk you to school if i had a day off when you didn't. (if you're chill with it of course!!)

overall, you'd be a friend i cherish dearly. (and you are!!) (๑˘︶˘๑)

i'm a very big gift-giver but a very big broke dummy so you'd get attempted intricate paper flowers and handwritten letters, handfuls of stickers and little trinkets that made me think of you!!

i'd draw a chibi version of you and me doing silly activities together and put them with the rest of my gifts to you,, i'd also maybe draw a leo or two with a chad face and hide it somewhere in one of them HEHEHEE

#kittykitty asks #kittykitty writes #new tag!! #the loveliest amor!!

[cyberdeadboy]

　　　　　momoi airi (project sekai) NPTs

♡。names

¹airi, hope, love, reine, raine, lovell, lovette, lovesse, peachette, amore, ²amare, aimee, ³ai, strawbbe, creme, ruliette, juliette, puffiette, strawb, berriette, berryette, crush, meowrette, mewesse, kitty, laice, lacie, pawesse, pawiette, purrette, purée, miao, mai, mau, mae, mao, idolesse, aidole, aidolette, emery, moi, aioree, adoree, dante, mina

¹ japanese ² african ³ japanese

♡。pronouns

lo ) love ) loves, sh♡ ) h♡r ) h♡r, th♡y ) th♡m ) th♡ir, ♡ ) ♡ ) ♡s, cu ) cure ) cures, cupid ) cupid ) cupids, kitty ) kitty ) kittys, kittie ) kittie ) kitties, paw ) paw ) paws, cu ) cute ) cutes, heart ) heart ) hearts, idol ) idol ) idols, hope ) hope ) hopes, pi ) pink ) pinks, sweet ) sweet ) sweets, strawb ) strawberry ) strawberrys

♡。titles

the idol who delivers love, the idol who delivers hope, the lovely fairy, one who you love, one who all loves, prn who appreciates all, prn who can't resist cats, prn who conquers all, your ally, your tv idol, one who you see more than your family, your new obsession, the loveliest idol there is, the strict idol, your protective heart, your protective idol, the cupid who allies you

　　　　　　　requested by anon

#✚ ⨾ 🧵． #name help #name suggestions #name ideas #names #pronouns list #pronouns #title help #title ideas #title list #title suggestions #names list #airi momoi #momoi airi #project sekai #pjsk #proseka #mmj airi #mmj #more more jump

[thecw-unicorn]

Yandere! Giorno Drabble

The lovely, beautiful, stunning, and amazing @mrsgiovanna is hosting a Giorno month for his birthday in April, and as soon as I saw those yandere prompts I just HAD to write something so here’s my contribution!!!

TW: toxic behavior/relationship

He had given you another gift.

It was too much. The way he’d look at you. The way he’d talk to you. So loving, so sickening.

As if he wasn’t responsible for the panic attacks, the endless hours of weeping, begging to be let go. It was a vicious cycle, seemingly incapable of being broken.

You often cycled between sadness and anger most days, often accompanied by helplessness. Every day was a battle to find the will to even get out of bed.

The locket sits in front of you. “Do you like it?” He asks, intent on an answer. “…it’s lovely.” You answer. It was the truth. A rose shaped locket, with delicate moonstones as the leaves surrounding it. It was beautiful, and yet you couldn’t stand to look at it. “I really don’t need it, Giorno. This is too much.” You were surprised at how fast the words came out. As if the barrier holding you back had suddenly burst. Giorno chuckles slightly, leaning forward and gently grasping your hand, as if you were made of the most delicate porcelain. “I just want you to have the loveliest things, amore.” He mumbles. He gives you a sweet smile, and raises your hand up, and places a small kiss on it.

“Would you like me to put it on?” He asks. “Umm..sure” you quietly reply. He smiles, then steps behind you, taking great care to gently sweep your hair over your shoulder. He takes his time to place the necklace around your neck, and clicks the button in place, straightening it up one last time, and smoothing out your soft hair. He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to admire it. He’s always loved your hair, and frequently insisted on styling it for you, opting to braid it most of the time, with specific flowers threaded throughout. His action causes heat to spread across your face, silently thankful he was behind you.

He never failed to make you blush, much to your annoyance. He could cause your anguish and deep bottomless pit of despair, and yet would be the only one to comfort you. He’d give you the most beautiful and unique flowers. He’d hold you in his arms on the worst nights. You hated it. You hated how good it felt. You hated how he would cause you to retreat to your room, trapping you with nothing but your emotions (most prominently your sadness and anger), and how after a few days, he’d lure you out with sweet and cooed words without fail. You hated the confusion of it all.

“Is everything all right, cara? You seem distracted.” Giorno asks, jolting you from your thoughts. He’d already sat back down in front of you. He could always tell. Know every single thing about you in that one moment. It made you feel hopeless, or like a glass statue, made to be seen through. “I just miss my family.” You said, doing your best to seem as sad as possible. He always got overwhelmed by your tears. That was the one thing you felt you had over you. He may have just about all of Italy in the palm of his hand, but you held his heart. At least, that’s what he told you. It was hard to believe, with the extreme isolation from anybody that wasn’t him, or his immediate close friends. He’s always treated you gently, almost loving. Despite this, you didn’t trust him. Physically, he can do anything to you whenever he wanted, although he vehemently swore to never ever raise a hand to you, and that promise has remained truth in your time with him. But still, his muscular and tall, imposing figure still kept that fear alive.

You heard him exhale sharply, and can see the clenching of his chin. Whether it was from your sad tone, or the mention of your family, you weren’t sure. You knew how much he didn’t like it when you brought up your past, especially your family and friends. “Amore, we’ve been through this.” The annoyance was clear in his voice and face. You could feel your blood running cold. Would this be it? The final straw? He hated repeating himself, he told you, and you’ve mentioned your family a few times. How much more of this talk would he handle? You shudder to think what he would do if you had pushed them too far. He sighs. “They have their own lives. And we have ours here together.” He says after a tense and uncomfortable silence. He sees the impact on your face, the way your shoulder crumbles in defeat. He didn’t hate your family, not truly anyways. He merely wished you would stop concerning yourself with them. It’d only cause more heartache.

“Can’t I just see them? One last time, to say goodbye. Then I won’t mention them ever again. I promise. Please.” You emphasized, tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t help them, but you knew they would affect Giorno even more so. He closes his eyes and turns away, not able to stand the sight of you crying as you suspected. He hated it when you begged. It reminded him of all the other people who would come to him, begging for his assistance with whatever task. How they’d go on their knees, particularly sobbing and swearing to do whatever for him. Seeing you begging like the others made his stomach churn. You were different, you were special. The others most of the time were by no means decent. You were, and so much more. You shouldn’t have to grovel the way the others did for his attention and aid. You are so much more special than the others, and you couldn’t even realize it most of the time.

“Cara…” he starts. “You know I would give you anything and everything your heart desires. But that is too dangerous.” You shouldn’t have been surprised. Anytime you asked about your friends or family, or going outside the villa, you were always denied on the basis of the danger. Not once have you ever seen or heard of these so-called dangers he feared so greatly would come upon you. “You are my wife. I vowed to keep you safe, and I will do anything to achieve that.”

You cringed, feeling your stomach turn. You detested when he referred to you as that. You didn’t consent to this life, to this mockery of a marriage between the both of you. You remember that day. Or specifically, that night. You were dreading the idea of getting intimate with him, and could hardly eat any of the finely prepared food that was served to you that day. That night, the both of you retreated to your luxurious hotel room, Giorno had attempted, (for a lack of a better word) to consummate the marriage. He’d kissed you gently, several times, patiently waiting and seeing if you gave consent, and attempted to rouse you, slowly sliding your dress off. You couldn’t remember what happened next, everything being an emotional blur. Whether he said something, or the reality of it all came crashing down, you were then sobbing, retreating to the bathroom, and spent the rest of the night hiding. You could barely face him the next morning. After that, Giorno hadn’t tried to be any more intimate than a kiss.

“And yet, there’s been no threats. Ever.” You said, it coming out much more spiteful than intended. “That you know of.” Giorno adds. “I may not tell you much, but believe me, there is much more happening than you realize.”

Of course there was. You thought. Of course, there’s some big bad guy out there who wants to do nothing more than to hurt me.

“I don’t want you worrying about those things. You don’t need to know. You tell others I’m nothing more than a monster, when all I do is try to protect you!” He said, desperate to get you to understand his point. He had one final gambit for your understanding.

“Just today. There was an intruder in the gardens.” He quietly revealed. “He had pictures. Of you. He obviously had help and there are others…but the goal is clear. He is just the first.”

You were stunned. Is this true? Surely, it couldn’t be. As if reading your mind, he pulls a folder from the drawer of his desk. Inside, you quickly identify photos of…you. He wasn’t lying to keep you here. He wasn’t exaggerating to make you frightened of the big, bad, scary outside world. You could see the various angles of you. In the garden, mostly. Reading, looking at the flowers, or just staring off in the distance. The images of you were brief, mostly obscured by the surrounded area, as whoever took the photos did their best to remain hidden and unidentified. You could feel the fear creeping in. You really were in danger. There really was people out there who wanted to hurt you for no reason other than to hurt Giorno.

Speaking of, he immediately picks up on your change in demeanor. You couldn’t remember what happened next, only that his warmth enveloped you, keeping you upright so as to not let you fall. His cologne filled your senses, now more comforting and familiar than ever. He gently strokes your soft hair, inhaling it’s scent. The action is awkward, as if he could barely keep his own hand from shaking while attempting to comfort you. “Don’t worry;” he cooed, “I won’t let them hurt you. I swear to it”. You could feel the tension easing from your shoulders, giving into him. The tears that fell from you had buried into his clothing. Was he always this way? You wondered. Have I been so blind in my hate and despair? His presence now comforting, as opposed to irritating and overwhelming like before. Maybe he was right. Maybe he is the only one meant to take care of me…

Giorno quietly opened the bedroom door, not wanting to awaken you. He had spent the better deal of the remaining evening and night dealing with the trespasser who intended to take you from him. He couldn’t help it. Couldn’t hold back on someone who wanted nothing more than to hurt you. You, an innocent, a bystander who’s done nothing to nobody to warrant any kind of harm. The thought of others out there still watching made him enraged and sicken to his gut. He didn’t want to rest, not now, not when there’s others who know of your existence.

You roll over, mumbling slightly in your sleep. He’s spent many a night watching you sleep, often when sleep can’t and won’t find him. He watches as your chest slowly moves up and down, making sure nothing is amiss. You were almost at peace, save for the information he told you earlier, far away from his mental anguish and turmoil at this situation. It hurt him, truly, to see you so frightened and upset, but it was the only way for you to understand. You’d be frightened before, when you first arrived, fearful he’d take your body, your life from you just for the sick pleasure of it. Caging you wasn’t for the sake of keeping you to himself, but for you to be safe from his world of deception, lies, and backstabbing. One he couldn’t have you coming into at any cost necessary. It took time to build some wavering form of trust between both of you. While Giorno would’ve preferred it to happen sooner, knowing you were here and safe made him content enough.

But even now, you weren’t safe. Not in the one place he thought you could be. Not when it was the sole reason he’d brought you here. The knowledge cut deep, to his core nearly. He swore to you, to himself, and the universe he’d do whatever it takes to keep you safe and healthy. No matter what. He couldn’t help be recall the song he’d once overhear you listening too.

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds

May I…stand unshaken amid amidst a clash of worlds…

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[algrimthestrong]

@beautiful-mischief

Turning around on the threshold, Aednan glanced back at the two humans – husband and wife – that had hosted him for the night. The pair lay peacefully among the rumpled sheets, perhaps dreaming of their handsome companion, their joined hands resting gently on the spot he had recently vacated, unconsciously searching for his warmth. The elf had taught them a thing or two about sharing, but now it was time for him to take his leave. As tempting as it was to slip back into bed with them and extend their tryst into the morning hours, Aednan had made it a rule to never stay long enough for the haze of desire to clear. Humans had an awful habit of tainting a casual dalliance with unnecessary emotion and the elven prince disliked nothing more than having to listen to the lamentations of a besotted lover who attached more meaning to a momentary intimacy than it deserved.

His lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pulled the door to the little cottage closed behind him. It was still dark outside. Morning mist clung to the dew-bejewelled grass and birds had just begun to sing. He stretched his arms above his head, relishing the aches of a night spent in amorous play. Aednan lingered for a moment longer outside the humans' home, considering his next steps. He did not quite feel like returning to his realm just yet and so he decided to make his way back into the village instead to see if there might be anything worthy of his attention. Perhaps he would even find another pretty human to play with.

The sun had barely crested the horizon by the time he arrived at the village square, where merchants were busy setting up their stalls for the day. Casting a simple glamour on himself to disguise his elfin features, Aednan began to leisurely stroll around the market. Most of the goods were standard fare, fresh local produce and various handicrafts, nothing that managed to pique his interest, but a gorgeous display of flowers – specifically, the human manning it – warranted a closer look, chestnut brown hair framing a fair face with deep blue eyes and rosy cheeks making him stop in front of the stall. Though his looks had been the first thing that had stirred Aednan's curiosity, there was something else about the man that beckoned the elf, an air of something vaguely familiar.

"A very good morning to you," Aednan greeted the man, amethyst eyes flicking over him, taking him in. "That's a lovely assortment you've got here." He bent to smell a pristine white rose, his long, silver-blond hair spilling over his shoulders. After a moment, he straightened again and flashed the merchant a smile, a playful lilt slipping into his tone with his next observation, "Though the loveliest flower is certainly found behind your stall, so radiant and full of grace."

#beautifulmischief #beautiful-mischief #:side muse aednan: #I hope this works for you! c:

[ch3shire-rabbit]

Two birds have flown off both together in the night,

Under the stars and moon and anything you’ll find,

During the loveliest and most divine of times

De amor

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Do NOT repost, edit, trace, or use my art in any way. Thanks. 

#Idk the writing part of this is to the beginning tune of Hipócrita by Fernando Fernández. That song was in my mind for quite some time #Made the written part then drew the drawing to go with it. Don’t like the writing as much because it reminds me of Bella notte’s lyrics #Anyways! Good luck to anyone who’s going through finals #crispy’s art #panchito pistoles #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #josé carioca #zé carioca #panjosé #los tres caballeros #the three caballeros #Hipócrita is a pretty good tune despite the uh. Bitter lyrics

[writingshushf1]

request - peaceful night with drugo, just reader and him being disgustingly domestic and in love ☺️ maybe cooking together or cuddling or something of the sort

You make me feel so young

Summary: i love being cosy with you

Rating: +12

Warnings: none

Word count: 1k

Note: just them being cute, it was the easiest and loveliest thing to write.

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It was Sunday morning, you felt the empty space on the side where Drugovich was supposed to be, finding it strange that the Brazilian would already be standing. Strange, he usually stayed in bed longer on weekends. You reached for your mobile phone, seeing that it was already 10 a.m. - then you understood why you had overslept. 

You walked down the stairs of his flat, the smell of coffee invaded your nostrils, he was in the kitchen, listening to music and singing softly as he separated pieces of meat for lunch.

Meanwhile Felipe had woken up early, he couldn't sleep thinking that in the middle of the week he would have to go back to Silverstone again, so today would be a day for you to spend together, nothing too big, just a couple's day. He thought early on about having a barbecue, so he took the car early in the morning and went to the butcher. He also bought vegetables, rice and garlic bread. He also left the coffee ready, knowing that as soon as you got up, you would want a cup - and that for you, he knew how to make it in a different way, that it was much better than when you make it, he didn't understand, but preferred not to question. 

When he heard your footsteps echoing down the stairs, the Brazilian cracked a big smile, following your sleepy countenance towards him with his gaze.

"Amor!” He exclaimed, very happy to see you. “Bom dia!” (Good morning!)

"Hey baby." You walked over to him, hugging him and hiding your face in his chest, letting his usual scent hold you in a trance of calmness. "Preparing lunch, already?"

"Churrasco takes time to make, especially if it's… Churrasco and not barbecue." He chuckled, kissing the top of your head, running his arms down to the small of your back.

"Um, delicious. Want some help?"

"That would be perfect! Change your clothes, have a cup of coffee, that extra pair of hands would be wonderful."

Minutes later you were cooking the rice and chopping vegetables while he finished seasoning the meat - already putting some on the grill. He was singing a pagode song, while you just enjoyed his voice - you didn't understand any Portuguese, so what was left were the few words you learned to recognise.

Felipe was needy. It had been a few weekends since he had spent time with you, all the tests and simulations were taking up too much of his time, so at times like these he was much more needy than usual. The Brazilian's arms encircled your waist, soon laying his head on your shoulder, leaving little kisses all over the place. He might not admit it - much to the stereotype that men couldn't be emotional, but he hated being away from you, especially since both of your lives were extremely busy.

"I missed you." He murmured, hugging your body even tighter against his.

"I missed you too, Fefe." You laid your head against his.

"If I could, you would accompany me everywhere."

"But you know I like to be independent, have my own life and study." You disengaged yourself from him, putting the vegetables in a bowl. "And I like for you to have your own life. We are an addition to each other's lives, not dependent for a living."

"I hate that you're right." He pouted, going over to the grill to check on the meat.

"But we'll see each other more, okay? I promise to come to the next GP you go to." You walked over to him, squeezing the taller one's shoulder. "I just feel bad for everyone who will be jealous of how beautiful we are together." Felipe laughed at your statement, agreeing.

You ate lunch on the couch, watching a new animated movie, enjoying each other's company. He insisted on putting everything away and letting you rest - since you had just gone through a whole week of exams and as hard as journalism wasn't the most difficult course, the exams seemed impossible.

Drugovich threw himself down on the couch next to him, hugging him tightly and showering his face with kisses, murmuring several "I love you" in the process. With the post Sunday lunch laziness, you ended up dozing on the couch, hugging each other, your face against his chest.

Later, he suggested a walk in the nearby park, just to relax and have an ice cream from the little stand nearby. Your blue dress caught his eye as you were leaving the flat - he complimented you several times, with a passionate smile on his face. There you walked until you found the perfect spot, almost no one in sight, in the shade of a tree.

You lay with your head on his chest, commenting on the different shapes of the clouds. He often just laughed and agreed with you, finding your creativity funny. Drugovich even gave his possible ideas on some, but they resulted in you laughing.

After the brainstorming of shapes, you decided to have the ice cream, he had insisted so much that you felt obliged to try it. He ordered vanilla and pistachio, while you got chocolate and nuts. Maybe he wasn't exaggerating, it really was the best ice cream you'd ever had in your life - and obviously he bragged about it.

Going back home, he got his camera and took some pictures of you and teached how to use it, so he would also have some pictures from that day. It was a cosy sunday, no expensive places, important people and cars, only you two being a couple.

When you got home, he insisted on taking a tub bath together, nothing malicious, just pure love and clinginess. Felipe set up candles and put a perfumed bath bomb, then spent an hour there with you, his chest against your back, talking about your lives, dreams and plans for your future together.

You two loved a cosy sunday, your little bubble of love.

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[forbidden-sunlight]

congratulations on your 100(+) followers!

can i order a chiffon cake for "the villainess has fun again"? preferably platonic.

if you need a more specific explanation/reauest, i just want the reader being leilin's older sister, you can pick how many/which character to write about with my request.

Here we are, one chiffon cake with a platonic yandere! leilin candmione. Enjoy~!

Since the fantasy novel she had transmigrated into was written from the perspective of the female lead, So-Jin had been surprised when she discovered that the villainess Leilin Candemione had an older sister. 

Fierce and sharp-tongued, [First Name] Candmione always dressed fashionably and helped manage the household while their father, the duke, was at work in the palace. Servants feared and admired her, although the former had been because she caught them slacking off on their duties when it wasn’t their designated break time.

 So-Jin, now Leilin, hoped to learn as much as she could about being a noblewoman worthy of the Candmione name. Not just to refine her etiquette and business techniques in hopes of becoming the family’s successor, but to also protect [First Name] from Crown Prince Fredrick and Lady Irene Conrad.

The two of them had been nothing but thorns in her side, their malice stretching even to her beloved older sister simply because they were related. 

Really, Irene? Crown Prince? You would dare to do such a thing to the loveliest woman in this fantasy world, the one who has been nothing but a kind person ever since she woke up here? The one who fretted over her health and happily looked after Javi when she went to the capital?

Truly, they weren’t so different from Kim Sae-Rom and Oppa. 

But that was all right. The Candmione family is the golden branch of the kingdom, a financial pillar so to speak. Money talked, and so did status. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to call in Lucas and ask for his…assistance in dealing with the cheating scumbag and his lover. However…she really isn’t too fond of how long his stare lingered on [First Name] whenever she was in the room. Or the twinkle in Duke Carlos’ eyes when he shared a dance with her precious sister. 

Perhaps she’ll have to get rid of them too if they get in the way of her happiness with [First Name],  hm? They might have strayed from their destinies as being part of Irene’s little fish aquarium, but that certainly did not mean that they could look at her sister with amorous eyes. 

After all, the only one whom [First Name] loves the most besides their father is her little sister Leilin. And she’ll do everything in power to keep it that way until there is a man worthy of being a son-in-law in the Candmione family. 

#yandere event #yandere manhwa x reader #platonic yandere #cafe event #follower event #forbidden sunlight #today the villainess has fun again #ns.fw