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winterarmyy · 1 year

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Plot Twist | Part II

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III* (end) | Extra

Words: 2.5k++ (whoops, this one’s longer)

Pairing: beefy mafia!bucky x female!reader

Warnings: only soft things most of the time. bucky's 'innocent' seduction, and reader is a bit extreme when she's angry. a bit of attempted murder but we can turn a blind eye on that. otherwise, safe to read.

A/N: Thank you so much for the incredible support from the previous chapter! I thought this gonna be a flop tbh. I’m still gonna do either way, it’s for my own indulgence after all. But, now that I know lots of you are on board, I’m thrilled to take y’all along for the ride! Enjoy!

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“Where is she?” Bucky had been searching for his wife in the crowd, but he was left disappointed when he wasn’t able to catch not even a glimpse of her.

Steve leaned closer, “Clint said they’re on the way a few minutes ago. They should be here any second now.” He informed.

Bucky seemed dissatisfied with his answer; maybe he should’ve come home first and come this gala with her. But Steve insisted that he was already late due to the flight delay, and he should just go straight from the airport. His wife would come later her own, should be fine.

“Fine my ass.” He thought. For some reason Bucky had been restless lately. Maybe he had been away from his wife for too long. He was thinking of taking some time off from this business, perhaps finally bringing Y/N to a trip somewhere.

They didn’t spend much time together, but when they did it was well-spent. At least that’s what Bucky think. After the reception ceremony, he brought Y/N straight home. He had to catch a flight later that night. Something about having “Some contract to settle at in Italy. I’ll be back in two weeks or so.”

Y/N was still in her wedding dress when he tell her the news. He remembered her looking sombre but she didn’t complaint at all; instead she looked up to him as said, “Have a safe trip, please.” Bucky didn’t expect her to look at him so yearningly. He wondered what was she thinking when she said that.

For a moment, he thought of cancelling everything and stay in New York. Spend time with her, get to know her. But thinking back about the piles of workload he had on his back, he quickly snapped back to reality.

As Bucky was walking out, about to leave his newly wedded wife at the door; he hesitated. He paused as his gaze trained on her, what should he do? Kiss her goodbye? Hug her?

Y/N looked up with eyes filled with confusion. Did he forget something? Is there something he wanted to tell her?

Bucky himself doesn’t know what to do. “Fuck it.” So, he simply turn around and left her internal questions unanswered. Trailing closely behind Steve greeted Y/N goodbye before jogging up to Bucky.

“Who’s in charge of her?” Bucky asked as him and Steve walked towards the car. “Clint.” Steve answered right when they meet up with Clint himself at the car door. Bucky sharpen his stare as Clint opened the door for him, “Keep me posted.” He ordered.

Turning back, Bucky took one last look at her; she was still standing stood at the entrance. Gloom seemed to surround her, but he could see she was trying to put up a strong face. His eyes soften for a second as he thought, “She does look gorgeous in that dress.”

He felt bad during the trip. He doesn’t particularly know why, but his heart aches whenever he thought of his wife was standing there when the car drove farther away from the mansion. Maybe it was the look she gave him before he left. Or maybe he was just getting mellow, as Steve said.

So, he did everything he could to make it up for his absence. Jewelleries, clothes, shoes; anything expensive that he set his eyes on when he was away. That was the only thing he can do; at least the only thing he knew women liked. Prettiest things for the prettiest lady.

Alas, none of the gifts he gave her ever really made her happy. Clint said she accepted it but always in a reluctant manner.

“He didn't have to give me this...”

“I can't possibly accept this...”

“Do I really have to…”

Her behavior left Bucky beyond puzzled. He didn’t know what to do; he barely knew her. So, he went with the most generic way to make a woman happy. Though it didn't completely backfire, but he wasn’t satisfied with her response.

Until one day, a ‘revelation’ he called. A ‘sign from God’ for those who believe. He found the answer when he was in Paris, two months after he was declared as a married man. On the way to his meeting, he drove by a cute café. Its’ surrounding layout was adorned mixture of white, pink, and peach roses. A thought came up to him as he remembered a moment during his wedding reception.

~Flashback~

“Do you think it's possible to keep my bouquet?” Bucky heard Y/N whispered to one of the wedding planners that attend the reception. The man nodded as he explained that he can arrange the request for her. She smiled brightly and thanked the man.

Bucky watched her with a spark of curiosity in his eyes. He had to ask, “You like roses?” it was short, straight to point. The question seemed to take her by surprise, Bucky never asked useless question like this.

“I love this particular type of rose.” She answered. A soft smile brightened her pretty face. A sincere expression that Bucky rarely sees in a person anymore.

He liked that.

He wanted to see more.

Wanting to continue the innocent conversation, he asked, “There's a difference?” He quirked an eyebrow.

It seems there was a silly thought that came across her mind as she giggled, “If I tell, it will only bore you.” she said.

There was glimmer in her eyes, purposely luring him to provoke her; a powerful seduction it was indeed, he leaned closer towards her, "Prove it."

~End Flashback~

“Steve, tell Clint to arrange a bouquet for her.” Bucky said, something in his eyes lifted his expression. There was no special occasion this time. It just reminds him of her.

Steve looked over him, “The usual red roses?” he asked, as if Bucky had done it was a daily occurrence.

“No…” an unconscious smile creeped up on him, "…white majolica spray roses." He said as he recalled the way she said it.

Turns out that was the best gift amongst all he gave so far. His chest seemed to tighten and soared at the time whenever he recalled how Clint explained her reaction to it.

“The widest smile he ever saw.” Clint said.

Too bad Bucky wasn't there to see it for himself.

Bucky was woken from his daydream when he heard a commission at the other side of the hall. When he turned to his left, he didn’t see Steve anywhere, he was supposed to be there. But it didn’t take long until Steve popped up in his view.

Steve walked up to the group of where Bucky was hanging around since he arrived. He faked the sincerest smile at them, “Gentlemen.” He nodded once, before leaning closer to Bucky, “It’s Y/N.”

Upon hearing her name, Bucky didn’t waste any more of his time with the meaningless small talk and left the group. Unlikely of him to leave without a proper greeting but it’s his wife for fuck’s sake.

Bucky nearly printed, “She arrived a few minutes ago and went to grab a drink.” Steve said. His brows quirked into a deeper frown, “Unsupervised? In here?” Bucky growled. Steve knew better to leave his wife in this ‘battlefield’ alone. “No, Clint was...”

The first thought that came to him was she was in danger and that pumped a rush of adrenaline through him. But it was far from the truth. In fact, quite the opposite. When Bucky managed to slither through the crowd he ended up stopping at his track.

His wife was the center of attention; two feet in front of her was a woman, tall and blonde. An empty glass in Y/N’s hand. Red wine soaked into the silk of her dress; leaving an eye-sore of a stain on her beautiful lilac dress.

“Do you think this is funny?” there was a grit in Y/N’s voice, nothing like the gentle tone she used around Bucky.

Foolish woman she was, that blonde, believing what she did was amusing. Purposely stepping on Y/N’s dress, and when she was left unguarded the woman lifted the bottom of the glass that Y/N was holding spilling the deep red drink on her dress.

“It’s a little bit funny.” The blonde giggled gleefully. And she was out there thinking that ridiculing Y/N Barnes was a humorous joke. Unaware of how petrified the people surrounding them. No one messes with Barnes. No one.

Y/N stood tall and proud; she tried to remain unfazed by childish tricks as this. A smile curved on her lips; with a wave of her hand, a waiter came to her side and take away the empty glass from her hand before quickly retreated.

She walked gracefully towards the woman; surely the blonde was taller than her but somehow Y/N managed to make her feel like she was being looked down upon, “Oh dear…” Y/N chuckled.

Despite the light laughter from Y/N, there was a sudden change in the thickness of the atmosphere. It was much heavier, sturdier, quieter. Standing face to face, eye to eye, the dumb blonde finally realized the trouble she was in, especially with wordless superiority that Y/N was exuding.

Very much resembling Bucky’s, or perhaps the very opposite.

If Bucky’s was winter cold, hers was searing fire.

“Go ahead, laugh again. Best believe that I will shove this knife down your throat when you do.”, what a menacing gaze in those coffee-stained eyes of hers.

The woman was caught of guard when she saw a blade in Y/N’s hand. When did she got her hands on one of those? Perhaps if she was vigilant enough, she would’ve seen when Y/N pulled the knife from her thigh strap from the hidden side of her leg.

Alas she was stupidly brave to counter Y/N’s threat. “I-in front of these p-people? You wouldn’t dare.” She stumbled upon her own words.

Amused, Y/N simply smiled, “You think they would care? Look around, you fool.”

The crowd was split into two categories; those who was scared for their own life and those who wanted to see blood. But both of them doesn’t give enough of a care about the life of another foolish woman who doesn’t know her place.

Y/N was right. And the woman was deemed to meet her doom.

“Come on now, ‘it’s a little bit funny’ right?” Y/N taunted her with a wickedly innocent giggle, before charging the knife to the woman’s throat.

Y/N was expecting to feel the blade sunk into her flesh, thrilling to see blood spilled from the wound but instead, she was stopped by a grip on her wrist, pulling her away from her target, “Woah there, tiger.” She recognized this voice anywhere.

“Bucky…” she whispered his name as he pulled her closer; her back flushed against his sturdy chest, muscular arms around her waist. “Okay, okay. Easy now...” His hand grazed along her wrist up to her palm, taking away the weapon from her hand.

“That’s it. Calm down, honey. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt, would we?” Bucky dipped his face to the side of her neck, whispering sweet nothings in her ear; his thumb rubbing her waist, coaxing her to submit. Y/N does not know what kind of sorcery was involved, but he managed to calm her down. She leaned further into his embrace as she place her hand top of Bucky’s.

Bucky eyed Steve, giving a signal to take care of the rest of the mess, as he gracefully lead his wife away, towards the balcony for some privacy. As soon as they step outside, the cold air breezed on the surface of her exposed skin, waking her up from the lavender haze Bucky lured her into.

Having her back facing towards Bucky, she could hear him closing the door and walking up to her. She was still pissed off about the whole ordeal, but somehow her husband still managed to sway her around to face him, “It’s just a dress, we can buy more it you want.” He coaxed with a gentle caress on her arms.

“That’s not the point.” She spat, an upset frown decorating her pretty face.

But that only soften Bucky even more, “Then?”

However, she remained silence. In fact, she doesn’t know how to say it. She just looks down at the stain on her dress, “It was a gift from you.” and yet the words left unsaid.

Bucky followed her gaze; the stain was surely prominent on the pastel dress. Dragging his eyes lower, he can see the wine dripping on exposed thighs through the slit of dress, bit by bit flowing lower towards her ankle.

He lightly push her back against the railing before going down on his knees. Wordlessly, he lifted her leg and place it on his thigh; he could feel the thin heel of her shoes digging into his skin, but he didn’t care. Y/N didn’t question any of his action, especially when he pull out a handkerchief from the pocket of his suit and gently wipe the excess fluid from her skin.

“Why are you mad, doll? Tell me.” His tone was honeyed as if he was pleading, as his hands keep dapping the wetness away.

There was a few seconds of stillness before Y/N finally confessed, “It was a gift from you.”

Bucky looked up at her, “What is?” As if he didn’t notice the first time he saw it.

She sighed an exhausted breath, “This dress. It was the very first gift you’ve given me.” She sounded genuinely upset. A tiny pout was starting to form on her lips.

Deciding to play dumb, Bucky asked, “Oh, is it?” he grinned a foolish smile.

Y/N wanted to wipe that smug from his face, “I’m being serious, Buck! I—” her words were cut short as she felt Bucky’s lips on her thighs. His gaze dragged slowly from her eyes and downwards to where was planting his invisible marks. Litters of feather-like kisses, as he hands gently grip on the back of thigh and calve.

“Bucky… What are you doing?” her brain was unable to render a full thought, while he lungs seemed to forgot how process air for her to breathe.

He lifted his head up for a second, “You’re just so precious, doll...” He smiled, dipping back and planted another kiss, “…that’s all.” He mumbled against her skin.

His stubble felt too good she almost melted where she stood, “I—I’m still pissed off.” She faked her anger, hoping it will stop him from doing such intimate thing in a public place like this.

Bucky willed himself to stop, as he knew if this kept going, he might go all the way regardless of where they are, “Then, let’s get out of here. What do you think?” He placed her leg down as he stood on his feet.

The offer seemed tempting, Y/N was feeling a little bit hungry and everything in the gala was bite-sized. That’s not food. At least not in her book. Her eyes brighten to the thought of having proper meal, “Can we? But aren’t you like, an important person?” she peeked at the glass door ahead, the silhouettes of people moving around, laughing; seemed like they were enjoying the gala.

“Compared to you? Never.” There was a hint of flirtatiousness in his tone. Playful, yet flirty.

Y/N rolled her eyes, “That’s not what I meant.”

Bucky chuckled as he held out his hand, silently inviting her to an unplanned rendezvous, “Come on, sweets. Anywhere you want to go.”

<< Part I || Part III >>

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! Feel free to share your thoughts 🤍

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slutsosweet · 1 year

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read before following please!! <33

hi hii!! y’all can call me livi or kitty or baby or sweetheart or literally any other pet name; i’m not partial to any in particular. just the affection and praise is enough to make me melt into a lil puddle :’’)

if you are not at least eighteen years of age, please do not follow or interact with me or my posts. i will not engage with any minors and if any minors attempt to engage with me they will be blocked with no hesitation whatsoever.

this is a blog for my hard kinks because my attention-loving self isn’t satisfied unless i can make myself known everywhere lmao. there will be themes on my page that are triggering for some people, including cnc/consensual non-consent/rape play, and ddlg. full disclaimer: i do not support or make excuses for actual rape or pedophilia. anything i post implies prior consent between adults of sound mind and body, full stop. these are just fantasies, just scenes. if you are uncomfortable with them i completely understand and ask you to click away from my blog for your own safety and peace of mind.

i have a few hard limits that, should you bring up during horny talk, i will immediately block you or delete the ask or both:

- incest (even just mentioning my family at all tbh)

- pedophilia

- beastiality

- blackmail

that being said: i am 22 years of age, afab, and use she/her pronouns. in case you haven’t guessed yet, i am extremely subby and obedient. currently i am owned and taken by my boyfriend/dom, and i am a member of a pack. i am not looking for any online play partners; i am only looking for friends and likeminded acquaintances. i don’t mind interacting with and befriending doms online, but do not attempt to make me your sub. i am only comfortable with in person dynamics and that is final.

even so, you can still treat me like a sub, and i may address some doms using titles and respect, but that does not put us in a dynamic with one another.

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please stay safe and take care of yourself <33

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for insisting on an apology?

☆I'M SO SORRY THIS GOT WAY TOO LONG☆

(Ok tbh I feel like I already know the answer, but I'd like some other opinions just in case. Also, I kinda need to vent, sorry)

(ALSO- I tried to post this on reddit AITA and holy shit are they picky about submissions- this story got deleted because "no interpersonal relationship problems allowed". WHAT possible conflict situation would not be interpersonal? Can you even have a AITA submission that isn't interpersonal?)

My mom is a premium member of a casino and she found out that the casino was having a BBQ for the premium members and their guests. So she wanted us to go.

Except she didn't find out about this BBQ until the day before it would happen and I had work that day and since my shift had long ended, I would not get a chance to talk to anyone at work about switching shifts and I don't have anyone's number to ask. So my mom decided for me that I should just call out.

Now here's where I might be TA (but I feel like what happened after could earn me back some points)

I was pissed off at the fact that she didn't even ask if I wanted to go or if I was ok with calling out or if I even COULD get someone to cover. She just automatically told me to call out, like I have to listen to her. (I'm over 18. I am an adult) I didn't appreciate that she just decided this for me like I was a child and told her so. This lead to a big fight where I cussed at her and called her a bitch and told her to go fuck herself (not my best moment) and told her to go to this stupid BBQ alone. (I genuinely meant that part about going alone- at least somebody should enjoy it. Also, she's my ride, so I was willing to be stranded with no way of getting anywhere if it would enable her to enjoy her party.)

After I calmed down, I told her I'd be willing to call out if she absolutely insisted. She said no, it was fine and I ended up going to work as usual.

Almost.

About an hour before my shift ends, she shows up AT MY JOB and tells me to ask my manager if I could leave.

No! It doesn't work that way! I work retail. As far as I know, no retail job will let you leave early unless it's an emergency. She worked retail, she knows the drill. So I tell her to think of a legitimate reason why I'd have to leave and I'd tell my lead that. (Luckily I had a lead I was pretty chill with that day and she was like why is your mom here? And when I explained the situation, she was like "yeah I don't really care if you leave, but I need you to make up a legitimate excuse for when [our boss] asks why you left.")

She couldn't think of a reason, and after humiliating me at my job, she left without me noticing and I finished my shift. (It was a very busy and stressful day, even without my mom pulling that shit)

She surprisingly picked me up when my shift was over and we went to the dinner and were able to make it in time and had a nice dinner, so all of her stunts were wholly unnecessary.

She had sent me several long and vicious texts while I was at work that I didn't see until much later in the night. I will quote some of the more vicious ones (text message will have 《》 around them my personal thoughts on the text will be after with *) omitting personal info:

《You are a 26 year old loser [my name] stuck at a dead-end job that you've been doing for almost 5 years. A little bit of a rush shouldn't phase you like it does and you should be able to ask to leave a few minutes early- why can't you?》

*Name-calling is unnecessary and rude. She is constantly putting me down and calling me a loser and insulting my job, like she doesn't also work retail. So it's no wonder why I hesitate to jeopardize my job to please her.

[Context- one of the reasons I couldn't leave, other than the fact that retail Doesn't Work That Way is that I had a huge rush of customers and had to straighten up my department that I was working alone. I was closing and it would be extremely obvious who had left the department a mess and I would get in trouble for it.]

《Who left you with that mess? I overheard them [my leads] talking and they didn't sound like they thought you were being left with anything. They thought you should've handled it and can't do your job if that was a problem.》

*This one really got me and I was VERY glad I didn't see this text while at work, because I probably would've had some kind of meltdown. I honestly do not know how long she's been doing this (probably my whole life) but recently I've been noticing that she keeps trying to plant seeds of doubt and paranoia in me. Mostly by telling me that people are talking about me behind my back and/or judging me. Or telling me that my friends don't actually like me. Another example that I caught recently was her telling me that when I go to retail stores as a customer, she notices other customers and the employees staring at me, judging my hair/outfit/whatever. I immediately thought this was total bullshit, but just in case I was wrong, I paid extra, EXTRA attention to everyone around me when I was out in public to see if anyone was pointing, whispering, looking at me, doing anything to suggest judgement and I honestly did not see a single person even glance at me. I have unnaturally colored hair, so I expected at least one glance, but I got nothing. Side note rant over.*

I'm not going to quote the last text, as it doesn't have any specific quotes that provide any context. She just demanded that if I am not out of work by 5:01 (exactly 1 minute after my shift ends) then she is leaving me stranded and that I need to get my friend to pick me up.

*which....I live in her car. If I hadn't been out on time, I would've been completely stranded at night, with nowhere to go and no way to get there, which as a female, is unbelievably dangerous. It is also incredibly rude to demand that my friend, who doesn't work with me and has his own life, should drop everything and come pick me up and....what? Take me where? I'd probably end up having to stay at his house, which is very rude to basically guilt him into letting me stay at his house for the night*

SO after the dinner, I read all these texts and I was furious and insisted that she apologize to me for 1. Causing a scene at my work 2. All of that nasty shit she said to me in the texts and 3. For blaming me for ruining her plans when even after I went to my shift, we were still able to go to the dinner, so all of the stunts she pulled were entirely unnecessary.

She literally laughed in my face and called me delusional (for...wanting a verbal apology....) and when I doubled down on demanding an apology, she called me a delusional cunt and I still have never received an apology to this day.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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breezy141 · 9 months

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Could you please do ig imagine where reader is Pedro’s so and fangirls him online

Like follows and comments on fan pages, posts ridiculous pictures and does silly lives with Pedro

hehehehe ABSOLUTELY!

if you guys have anything you would like to send me do not hesitate to ask !! love you all 🤞

>>>>>

number 1. fan // pedro pascal (masterlist)

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pedros_updates some recent photos leaked from pedros and y/n vacation in spain! cute! ❤️

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pedropascalnews they are so perfect for each other kinda makes me wanna fly off a bridge 🤞

pascaldaily i don’t think you guys should be posting pictures of them they might not be comfortable with it, ny that i mean when they are on holiday :/

littlemissy/n hehe i love her !

y/n pedro really is the star of the photos tbh :)

y/nisforme she commented and followed ajsuehebrg congrats omfgg❗️❗️

pascalfan yayy! she commented congratulations! ❤️

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y/n my favourite boy :)

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xx.y/n_offical.xx awhh !

pascalispunk your spanish is extremely terrible but you’re still my favourite girl 🩷

y/nl0ve AAAA obsessed!

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pascalpedro he’s so gorgeous wth

| y/n EXACTLY

pedroeditsSC love love love

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y/n he a cutie patootie or whateva ☹️

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sluttfor.pascal if you two break up i’ll never believe in love again :)

bae_y/n i just know you two have the best memories together.

tired.y/n/n MAKIN ME FEEL SO SINGLE Y/N

bellaramsey bro i miss you both hurry up and hang out with me pls, i found a new arcade we can go to 😎

| y/n actually about to book a ticket home, i miss you :(

thatgirl idk if i wanna be you rn or be with you rn tbh

yup.pascal I AINT AFRAID TO SAY I LOVE THESE HOES

| y/n and tHEIR GLASSES AND THEIR JACKETS AND THEIR HIPSTER CLOTHES. love that song bae

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pascalnews picture creds: @photosbyolïver pedro and y/n found embracing each other outside of a nightclub ❤️

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yup.pascal bro they are actually soulmates. confirmed

pascaldaily i love them :/

y/n the support we get from you guys is incredible, i love you all. BUT I AGREE, zaddy.

| pascalfr LMAO ultimate zaddy

| y/n4eva noo we love you more !

>>>>>>INSTA LIVE<<<<<<

pedro laughed as he spun you around the kitchen, you were dancing to a song you both loved, which was also requested by your fans which accompanied you in pedros live. the song, sunday kind of love by etta james, unofficially was your song.

wirh pedros arms still wrapped around you, you leaned towards his phone and read some questions being asked in the comments “what is your pet peeve with one another?” you spoke. pedro pulled away “i love this question” he quickly said.

“what! why?”

“girlll, you know why!” you looked at him with a confused look

“okay so, let me explain. guys when she is on the phone whether that’s like scrolling on instagram or whatever, she’s always zoned out” you giggled knowing what he meant “LIKE she will be talking to me then just stop randomly!” pedro laughed along with you.

“okay okay. lemme say yours okay!” pedro nodded and crossed his arms looking all sassy.

“okay guys, so what this guy does is he will starfish on this bed when he is sleeping. the amount of times he has kicked me!” he let out a mischievous giggle “i don’t mean to!”

“mhmmm” pedro shook his head and looked through the comments once more.

“y/n how many tattoos do you have!!” pedro looked over to you.

“i have like three, i share one with this lady right here” pedro put his hand to his chest “and i have a little dog leash on the inner part of my wrist for my old doggie and then i have one down my spine”

“that one is pretty, it’s my favourite” pedro says with a cute smile “yeah?” he nodded.

#pedrostories #pedroispunk #pascalispunk #pedro pascal x reader #pedro is daddy #pedro pascal #fanfic #fan fiction #imagines #instagram

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zokinus · 5 months

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Hi, I just wanted to share a thought with you.

I just noticed this is the first time Oscar sees Lando crashing as a teammate. Lando isn't an accident-prone driver and seeing him crash badly in your mirrors must be shocking.

If you see that post-race video where Andrea, Zak and Oscar talk about the race, Oscar starts with a "First, I'm glad that Lando is ok" and then he falls silent for a moment.

I know racing drivers are used to crashes but I feel Oscar was a bit shaken with this one. After his F2 pals, he feels the closest to Lando, they share a lot of time together during race weekends, and knowing it was big enough that he had to go to the hospital must be a bit scary.

They most likely did the engineering debrief together so maybe all the social media likes were out of the relief of knowing that Lando was fine.

Hi anon,

i 100% agree with you on this topic. It was probably awful for him to see the teammate he‘s close to crash especially cause it happened behind him and he only got to see a glimpse of it through the mirrors (and tbh the sparks made it look even worse in that moment).

On top of that Oscar probably didn’t have a clue of what’s going on exactly but had to finish the race regardless. Everyone saying he did it for lando, big yes. As far as i know Oscar didn’t even know about Lando‘s condition until after the race?! So yeah, it was definitely extremely draining for him.

I like the fact you pointed that out! Oscar was definitely shaken up by that and it was very considerate of him to mention Lando first before going deeper into debriefing, goes to show how important Lando is to him. And the little pause… he definitely had to sort himself out first. Can’t blame him though, imagine pulling off an amazing race while your teammate is at the hospital. Must’ve been a strange feeling for Oscar to end a race without Lando somewhere around.

Yes! Oscar made it very clear he‘s glad that Lando is alright. And i love that he didn’t hesitate to show it publicly too if you take into consideration that he most likely spoke to him in private some time after everything had happened.

Nothing but huge sportsmanship and admiration for each other 🧡

#twinklaren #mctwinks #landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #zokinus thinks 💭

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myszumizu · 2 years

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OOH OOHH Can you do Noctyx with a vtuber!reader who’s like a super popular VTuber? Like , Like they can have 200K people watching their stream at a time ??

Fem/GN reader please !!

thank you for the request!! i apologise if this is a bit sloppy haha

gn!reader, fluff

NOTCYX WITH A FAMOUS VTUBER S/O

FULGUR

. best believe that he would be your BIGGEST fan

. tries to show up to your streams if they do not overlap with his own schedule

. he does not get jealous over the amount the simps you have

. okay maybe he does

. but he’ll never admit it and that jealousy is just a tiny bit (cap)

. if you have any original songs, fulgur would cover them in any of his karaoke streams

. as he sings, he’ll say things like “god [name]’s voice is attractive!”

. the two of you collab a lot

. a lot of multiplayer games

. let’s say you like donghua (u better like it, THEY ARE SO GOOD), you two will have a long marathon of watching an entire series with your viewers

. your simps will fight fulgur

. because fulgur likes to post comments that claim you to be his etc. etc. , your fans will immediately retaliate by saying “WE KNEW [NAME] FIRST! STAY AWAY!!!!!”

. don’t worry, your fans still loves your relationship

. fulgur definitely boasts about having a famous partner

. sorry uki (not)

UKI

. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL

. oh god, this man is your biggest simp

. i’m seriously not kidding

. any merch you have, he will purchase without hesitation

. any tweets, he reposts

. any new stream, he attends

. my man is so devoted you almost believe he has a shrine dedicated to you

. well, he doesn’t

. yet

. much like fulgur, uki will brag about you

. doesn’t hide the relationship one bit because HE NEEDS EVERYONE TO KNOW HE HAS AN AMAZING S/O

. also for the clout /j

. he’s so proud of you and how you managed to develop your fandom

. i believe that he would have been through everything with you

. from you having your first stream to you creating your first song and now, you’re literally the most well-known vtuber in the industry

. suuuuuuper supportive

. if you are doing long streams, he’ll come in with food and water for you

. although uki has a large harem, he could not compare to yours

. now instead of your fans fighting uki, it’s uki fighting your fans

. he will take them on

. “back off. [name] is MY s/o, not yours. they go to bed with ME. y’all don’t stand a chance.”

. GO UKI GO

YUGO

. my fav boy

. when you two collab, he will be very nervous because 200K PEOPLE WATCHING YALL STREAM TOGETHER

. major stress

. tbh, this man will literally fanboy over you

. even on stream

. whatever you do is just so cute to him

. “hey [name], can you say ‘o mizu’ real quick?”

. you do it and both yugo and your respective viewers immediately get a nosebleed

. “TSKR [NAMEEEEE]!!!!!”

. speaking of collabs, the amount of musical collabs y’all do is unbelievable

. you two could have finished a song together one day the NEXT FUCKING WEEK, a new song is ready to be released

. is that even humanly possible?

. yugo will not fight your fans but he will wreck your haters

. having a fanbase so big, it’s only natural if there are a few people that just don’t like you

. if you ever receive a hate comment or wtv, yugo will jump straight into action

. i feel like when yugo gets angry, like angry angry, he can be extremely scary

. he’ll say the most threatening things in a chilling cold tone

. “[name]’s content is ass? say that again and i’ll make sure i’ll stick a heated metal rod up YOUR ass. ya hear me?”

. subscribed to your membership and uses the emojis really randomly

. it’s really cute tho

. yugo best boy

ALBAN

. CATBOYYYY

. he gets sooooo hyped up when y’all collaborate together

. minutes before you two call, alban is rambling to chat about how nervous he is but also how exciting this is

. you’re literally his s/o but he still feels like he needs to treat you with a certain amount of respect

. sometimes, you have to remind him to chill because YALL ARE LITERALLY DATING

. but he can’t help you

. looks up to you A LOT

. also, he gets really jealous of your simps and would post comments on your streams stating “[name] is taken by alban knox”

. gets you to pin those comments

. he needs to assert dominance, okay?

. whenever you release a new song, he will scream and listen to it on loop

. helps promote your stuff and you do the same

. talk about 50/50 relationship

. sends you superchats occasionally even though you tell him not to

. if you don’t have any strict chat rules, he will spam the chat with heart emojis

. follow up with a message that reads “my love for you is endless”

. chaotic, chaotic boy

SONNY

. our sunshine and rainbow

. has been a fan of yours ever since you first started

. y’all actually met a few months after you started streaming before getting together in the following months

. is relatively chill about you being famous

. but he is protective about you

. nobody is to send any weird messages with him around or he’ll literally hack into the system and delete the message

. shows you off to his genmates

. streams any and every song that you have released

. he also loves to sing your songs on stream

. definitely hums the tune when he’s doing something

. he knows that streaming can be tiring sometimes and would often check up on you

. he’ll walk into your room (if he is over at your house) or drop a message in chat

. your fans won’t fight sonny for you affection

. in fact, they actually encourage it because sonny is so sweet towards you

. you question if they are starting to simp for him

. y’all have actually decided to adopt the chat as your children

. it’s one heck of a family

. good luck with the kids

#myszumizu posted 💦#nocticks #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #x reader #noctyx #noctyx x reader

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dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice · 2 months

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The Grim Reaper’s Guide to Breaking Every Rule of the Universe - Masterlist

Hi! Welcome to the third major fic that I've started when procrastinating my other ones! Alastor is my babygirl, so I hope you love it just as much as I do! It's a bit long winded, so I'll try to make it worth the read! Enjoy!

Summary: When touring America for the sake of it, you go to stay with your aunt in New Orleans for a while, taking up a peaceful part-time job restoring objects. But a few weeks in, a package arrives containing an old radio that's seen better days, along with a note seemingly written by someone who thinks they could fist-fight the Devil.

What you didn't know, was the hell of a path that was now set out in front of you. Not fist-fighting the Devil, but instead a very smug radio host who would have no problem spending the rest of his days driving you up the walls.

But two could play that game.

Tags: Demiromantic-Asexual Alastor x Demiromantic-Asexual OC/Reader - 1920s/30s New Orleans - fluff - angst - EXTREME slow burn - crack - Violence (It's Alastor what else)

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of injuries, character death, Cannibalistic themes, blood, murder, stalking (anything else I will add)

Taglist - comment or message to be added!

Now available on Wattpad and AO3 (please let me know if links aren't working)

Go back to Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

The Grim Reaper's Guide to Breaking Every Rule of the Universe

Chapters will be infrequent depending on how much work at Uni I have going on - don't hesitate to message to see where I am with the next chapter (it may help me along tbh)

Purple text - In Progress

Green text - Posted

Extras:

Behind the scenes notes (may or may not post)

Headcanons - Alastor x oc (to be written)

Playlist - Part 1 (coming soon!)

Soundtrack Playlist (coming soon!)

Memes

Part 0 - The Universe

Prologue

Part 1 - Oh, peace and quiet, where have you gone?

Chapter I - Congrats! You're adopted.

Chapter II - Another box for my trinkets it’s trinketville.

Chapter III - I’d rather be unemployed.

Chapter IV - Unconditional Violence

Chapter V -

Chapter VI -

Chapter VII -

Chapter VIII -

Chapter IX -

Chapter X -

Part 2 -

To be continued...

Fic oneshots

Paella

More coming soon…

Enjoy! <3

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bioethicists · 7 months

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Your post about how the clinical process surrounding mental illness and addiction was really interesting!

I wonder what your thoughts are about Housing First models and Common Grounds models? Because I feel like they speak directly to your points and provide the needs but also a structure that can be relied on if one wishes to change oneself.

my job as a research assistant is actually doing an evaluation of the benefits of a massive housing first project in boston! i am a fan of housing first particularly because i think everyone should be housed + the possibilities for life shrink dramatically the second somebody is unhoused, regardless of their substance use status. unhoused ppl are treated as less than human (sometimes less than animal tbh) in many spaces. i also have a personal investment because my brother overdosed in part because of the fact that he had been kicked out of his living situation for using + was forced to use with a depressed tolerance in a remote location. if he had been in a housing situation which was not contingent on sobriety, where others may have been present to narcan him or he would not have had the immense stress + trigger of dogshit menial labor jobs needed to pay the ridiculous, price gouging rents at sober living- i mean, i can't speculate, but it's something i do think about.

i think my hesitation with how it can be implemented is, again, the assumption that the end goal for everyone is recovery. my position is not "well some people can't recover" or "well some people can't recover until xyz is met" but "nobody is obligated to recover, ever, and recovery is a subjective concept which can be put to extremely reactionary uses. i want to reduce people's suffering and increase their possibilities for life."

i do think, based on my work, that it's really important for people who are using substances to have access to resources which facilitate their safety and happiness + a lot of them would probably choose either sobriety, MAT, or safer drug use habits if that was something which was easy for them to do. they often express genuinely felt desires to "get better" (in whatever way that means to them or whatever way they hope it means to me) but similar, competing desires to continue experiencing the benefits of their drug use, as well as avoiding the negatives of sobriety. while i chafe at the idea that all people's "true selves" want to recover (in the specific way that recovery is constructed by substance use treatment providers), i do think that most people want to suffer less. things like methadone/suboxone (or safe, legal, surveillance free supply!!!), medications provided on site, easily accessible, non judgemental medical treatment, etc can save lives.

it's important for ppl to be very skeptical of who is allocating/managing the resources for these interventions + their motivations. to be frank, i get scared about the future of the (admittedly imperfect) housing projects i work with because they are funded by the state of MA with the primary goal being to get ppl off the street, because housed members of the community were complaining about the encampments. the state very clearly wants to see that these projects 1) reduce the prevalence of visible homelessness and 2) reduce the rate of drug use among participants. my job is very explicitly to collect and produce data that indicates this + the questions i ask when i collect data are quite explicitly centered around figuring out if being housed makes ppl use less drugs. the point here is that the state absolutely can + will revoke the massive amounts of money it has allocated towards these programs if they don't see them as making people Stop Doing Drugs or Stop Wandering the Streets. this is why i think harm reduction responses should be grassroots responses originating within + for communities, as described in some of the chapters of Saving Our Own Lives. unfortunately, these communities rarely have the infrastructure or the resources to implement these projects, so they must rely on the state + all of its messy biopolitical motives

#anti psychiatry #substance use #overdose //

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wantonlywindswept · 11 months

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@lucdarling replied to your post “so all of the fic where the GAR and Coruscant...”:

pls give me your fic recs, friend. this sounds very relevant to my interests.

oh heckie yes i got u boo @lucdarling

Fics Being Mean to the Coruscant Guard:

Two Strikes / Crowning Glory A variety of steps Cody takes to ensure the Guard doesn't get abused as horribly -- Fox and his men might not be on the front lines, but they're still Vod'e -- and their consequences.

linking to the first fic in the series, the story starts out mostly with Cody being a slut (affectionate) but then goes on to get into the Tragedy of Darth Plageius the Coruscant Guard and Fixing It and tbh if you read nothing else read this series it is So Good. make sure to follow the links, things are slightly confusing and non-sequential if you don't

it also actually addresses post-trauma stuff too which is AMAZING, yes def read this but be sure to put some time aside for it the series is like 500k and you Will want to read it all in one sitting and then you might get yelled at by your wife for not sleeping for three days or that might just be me, 100/10

Galaxy-Saving Memes You can only access the page if you're GAR. The Coruscant Guard decides to infiltrate it because they are tired of being ignored, and honestly? Their memes are way better. Or, the Guard saves millions of lives through stupid internet posts.

second on the 'if nothing else read this' list, unless you dislike epistolary stories, in which case you can skip. but it is short and it is fucking HILARIOUS which you would think wouldn't be possible given the subject matter but no, it is great, 100/10

The Adoption Wars The only thing stronger than the dark side is Rex's ability to get adopted. Or: the one where Rex would really like everyone to know that he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Oh, and Fox finally gets to kill a sith.

only somewhat about Being Mean to the Guard but by god it is cute and adorable but also makes you Feel Emotions, excellent story 10/10

Their Days Are Darker After the death of ARC Trooper Fives, an altercation at 79's leads Wolffe to spend his leave snooping around the Coruscant Guard. Fox assumes he'll drop it and leave the Corries to their fate; it's what everyone else has done. He is very, very wrong.

so this is heartbreaking in the whole 'doesn't understand that what is happening is wrong' kind of way and tbh Cody is a little bit more of a dick than i usually imagine him but it is still Quite Excellent 10/10

exploitation, hesitation The Coruscant Guard makes a mistake while working with the 212th Attack Battalion. Fox prepares to take the heat.

EXCELLENT writing with the whole 'pov character thinks one thing is happening while outside characters Definitely Do Not', fox is so self-sacrificing which is why and how we love him 10/10

learning solitude It's a gradual, insidious thing, Fox's absorption into the Chancellor's office. The Chancellor wants a clone commander of his own, so he gets one. All Fox gets is a position far away from his brothers, a lesson in how to work around natborns who detest his very existence, and a seemingly endless list of monotonous jobs to keep him occupied through all his waking hours and beyond. Fox misses Kamino.

less Guard more Fox, but man what a way to emotionally stab you in the face! lots of gaslighting and manipulation and it is part of a series but the series also gets Extremely Dark at the end before having a recovery/happy ending, so ymmv 10/10

Blood Iron Fox has seen many things seized during raids. Illegal weapons, Spice and other assorted of banned drugs, slaves, carnivorous beasts trained for the fighting rings, the list goes on. Nothing prepared him for finding beskar among the crates of contraband and bad life choices.

so much worldbuilding fuck yeah! semi-the mandalorian crossover, the Guards have it Real Fucking Rough but then they run into some traditional mandos with hearts of gold beskar, v excellent 10/10

i'm sure there are others! well i know there are others, but these are the ones i remember standing out/have read so far. all of these have happy endings, i wouldn't do that to you (and tbh don't really read stuff w/o happy endings myself)

go forth and read whump!

#lucdarling #fic recs #coruscant guard #commander fox #tcw

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butterflies-and-roaches · 1 month

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Stuff about stuff

(Please read if you want to interact!!)

Edited 08.04.24

Who are you?

Call me butterfly 🦋 (or jules), legal adult, gender has no meaning to me and i prefer any pronouns except she/her, probably 'tistic (but my rizz is on the negative hehe), aroace spec and certified lesbian (but for the sake of rp let's consider i'm pan on this blog lol + will not hesitate to simp over fictional characters of any gender)

Main: @timeladix (from which follows ensue)

My art: @julesdraws (rn full hellaverse but keep in mind it's still multifandom)

Wtf is this?

Started off as a butterfly🦋 anon on @/nunalastor 's blog and soon got married to @/lu-lus-duckies so i felt like i should show some face in whatever this has become :>>

Also married to @/lucifersruberduck

And i'm the one that came up with the #nunwhiskers ship name :3 (kinda accidentally lol)

Anything else?

This will sometimes be a role play sideblog (bulshiting around - meaning half the stuff i say or do is exagerated or purely joking bc it's fun) and other times i'll be serious if there is need for me to be

(Just keep in mind i'm autistic and my tone recognision skills are lacking immensly)

Asks always* open, as long as you're not mean i'll probably respond (tho maybe not always right away), feel free to talk ab anything and everything i love engagement :33

Queer and neurodivergent friendly 🫶

*Alright babes, ask box related, these are my HARD NOs (if you won't respect this you'll get blocked and the ask will be deleted sorry): gore, explicit imigery, hate talk (this includes transphobic/homophobic/albeistic/racist etc etc talk), polotics related, horror related, SH and su/i/cide (if it's not said as a joke or it's excessive), ra/pe, violence, abuse, and maybe other stuff that is v extreme or hard to process and doesn't come to mind rn.

(Don't take it personally please, this is me protecting my mental health🦋)

Not a native english speaker!!

Oh and I can actually make pancakes :>>>

(and yes i loooove butterflies)

Wanna add smth you forgot?

Oh yeah i'll update this post as this blog evolves (idk what to expect from this tbh but i'm here for the funsies)

TaGs:

#lore stuff (anything hazbin lore related or unhinged head canons that i find interesting)

#silly wifey stuff (anytime i interact with lulu cuz she's special bc she's my first wife from the polycule)

#silly hubby stuff (anytime i interact with lucifersruberduck aka theo, my first husband :0)

#cursed polycule (everything related to the rest of the polycule - lulu has a chart in their pinned)

#cursed cursed worms (anything worm related)

#butterfly talks (anytime i talk in reblogs or post stuff on its own)

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carlyyyyxbishhop · 6 months

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Love me like I haven't changed // Shayne Topp // 1

Okay so hi, long time smosh fan lmao. I used to write stuff for bands back in like 2014-2017 but I stopped for some reason. Recently I kinda wanted to get back into it... so I started writing this. Idk if you'd count this as a fanfic because idk how long its gonna be.

Tbh I got an idea and just started writing so I'm gonna post parts 1 and 2 tonight. Lemme know if I should continue writing because I'm slightly hesitant.

part one // Kate

I bounced my right leg anxiously, out of habit I guess. The waiting room was a sterile white, littered with magazines and children’s toys. But I’ll never forget the smell, funny that. It smelt like pure vomit, there’s no other way to describe it.

I stared at the poster on the wall in front of me, it said something stupid like keep hanging on. I rolled my eyes and looked toward the reception desk. A woman was sitting filing her nails with her airpods in, obviously making great use of company time. I looked to my right as a door opened.

“Kate?” He called out into the room as if I wasn’t the only person sitting in the waiting area. I stood, flashing him a small smile, before following him into the small room. To say the office was small was an understatement. I took it in quickly before finding a chair in the corner near the window.

“Hi Kate, I’m Charlie. It’s nice to meet you.” He started as he sat across from me. I cleared my throat before I spoke, not realising I hadn’t spoken a full sentence in over 48 hours.

“Hi, nice to meet you too.” I watched as he grabbed a small notepad from the table beside him.

“Kate, I know your mother was adamant that you come to therapy but if you’re not ready you don’t have to be here. I just want to let you know that before we start.” He looks over at me, he can probably already sense I’m hesitant.

“No it’s fine, if I don’t come to the appointments she’ll keep harassing me until I do.” He nodded slightly and wrote something on his notepad.

“Okay well, just know you can back out at any time,” He offered a smile that I returned, “So, uhh, if you don’t mind could you tell me a bit about yourself?”

“What, like my job and stuff?”

“Well if that’s what you want to talk about, then yes we can start with that.” I think for a second.

“Do your clients usually go straight into their traumas?” He furrowed his eyebrows at the question.

“Not particularly,” He starts, “Usually they start with simple things to get us started.”

“Oh right,” I say slightly embarrassed, “I’ve never been to therapy before if you can’t tell.” He smiled.

“Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself, some hobbies, work… maybe friends?” He offers some starting topics.

“Well, I’m 29 and I’m currently on mental health leave from my job. Mostly because I stopped going to work about 3 weeks ago and stopped answering their calls. Eventually they called my mother because she’s my emergency contact and she made up some bullshit about my Dad dying.” I slightly rambled.

“Did you stop going to work because of your father?” He asked hesitantly, almost trying to predict the reason.

“No, he died years ago. I just kind of lost interest in life when my ex left.” I gulp down the ball in my throat and reach for my water bottle as a distraction.

“Oh right, your ex… was he a big part of your life?” He looks down at his notepad as he makes some notes.

I laugh slightly, “I guess you could say that, we were together for five years.”

“Wow, that’s quite a long time. It’s normal to be upset when going through a breakup.” He tries to reason.

“Is it normal to lay in bed for weeks after a breakup?” I try to find the novelty in it.

“In extreme cases… yes. It can be perfectly normal to have a negative reaction when someone breaks up with you.” I tense slightly at his words.

“See,” I gulp down another lump in my throat, “He didn’t break up with me… he left me.”

“Right… and do you know why he did.” I laugh slightly and look toward the window.

“Yes.” I say shortly, holding back the tears threatening to spill.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He asked, almost unsure if he should. I shook my head no.

“Okay, well why don’t you tell me about him?” He asked.

“What do you want to know?” I looked back toward him and tucked my legs under myself, getting more comfortable on the lounge chair.

“Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

#shayne topp #smosh imagine #smosh shayne #shayne x reader #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp imagines

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beneathashadytree · 2 years

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hello maya! i hope you’re doing well 💕 you’re one of my favorite blogs and i felt like i hadn’t seen you in a while so i thought to check up on you — then i saw you had mentioned in a post your ask box was empty. so i had thought it was the perfect time to bring up a request i’ve had in my head for a while.

it’s for a dio from jojo’s x reader. i genuinely don’t have very many specifics other than the reader being an extremely powerful vampire alike him. (you know, someone who matches his energy.) whom he is absolutely infatuated with. the reader would be like his king/queen or partner in crime. i’m not sure of it, but i have the haunch it would fall under the steamy/suggestive genre. but tbh please write whatever feels right, you probably know better then me lol. thanks so much!

A LITTLE ROUGH - DIO BRANDO X READER

Warnings : this is pretty spicy (nothing outright NSFW though) and not proof-read, mentions of blood and blood play, vampire bites serving as an aphrodisiac, mentions of death, biting, scratching, implied switch!Dio, vampire!reader, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spice

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : Hello nonnie! I’m doing quite well now, thank you. Your request was one that I was looking forward to as I was writing the ones before yours! I loved the unique dynamic, and I really enjoyed depicting the power swings between them. Hopefully you’ll like this one as much as I loved writing it!💗

Requests : Are open! Check the rules over here.

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“He didn’t last long, the poor thing,” they tutted, sighing almost sadly from behind him. “Pity. I was starting to take a liking to him.” A thump sounded through the room, and Dio knew that this was the sound of yet another body slumping against the floor, already drained dry.

He quite liked the idea.

“That is the thing with humans, I suppose. They can’t take much… excitement.” His voice held a little amusement, watching as they emerged from the shadows, pink tongue poking out to lick at their dripping red fingertips. Lapping at the leftover blood, the metallic scent permeated the air and pulled a tug of desire from Dio’s gut. It was all the more enticing to notice the redness of their blood-stained lips. “Enjoyed yourself, my dear?”

“Quite.” Their grin was nothing short of devious, fangs glinting under the warm lamplight, the other half of their face painted in the colors of the moonlight streaming in through the window.

Truly, he thought to himself, there isn’t anyone worthy of his time but this brilliant ethereal being.

“Come here,” he demanded, uncrossing his legs at the end of the bed and setting aside the book he’d been engaged in reading for the past hour as his partner had gotten their fill.

With an arch of their brow they halted in their steps. Narrowing their eyes, they seemed to come to a decision. Crawling across the bed to him, they didn’t hesitate to wind their arms around his broad chest. Their nails scraped against his exposed skin, sending delighted shivers down the vampire’s spine as they trailed downwards. With their other hand, they firmly cupped his jaw, tilting his face away from them. He stilled, anticipation filling him as he wondered just what they might have in store for him.

They lowered their head, the soft tresses of their hair lightly brushing against his skin and tickling him. Teasingly, he felt their tongue lick at the shell of his ear, pulling a sigh from him, before their teeth tugged at his earlobe. It felt a little too good when their lips moved downwards and traced a path down his neck, sucking harshly at his pale skin and grazing it with their teeth.

“Gentleness doesn’t bode well with me,” he chuckled breathily, a hand reaching up to tug their head further down.

A pricking feeling of intense heat spread over him, flushing to the tips of his ears as their fangs dug into his flesh. Dizzying pleasure washed over him; a carnal feeling of desire so deep it overshadowed all else.

A vampire’s bite to another vampire was an aphrodisiac like no other, drugging them with a sense of lust so maddening it drove them to obsession. Dio, for one, would never allow himself such a weakness normally, but with his beloved around, he’d never find it in him to say no to such bliss. Perhaps even a small part of him relished in the thought that they were marking him from the inside out.

He’d been groaning so sinfully without even noticing it. The embodiment of sex itself was coursing through his veins, as their nails dug into his skin and scratched mercilessly. Their grip was almost bruising, as though to tell him that he had to think again if he believed he could boss them around. Lapping noisily at the puncture wounds on his neck, the sounds were too erotic for him to handle when his patience was stretched so thin.

He wanted them pulled flush against him and all over him so badly it almost hurt. Golden eyes lazily looked back as he tilted his head, meeting the sight of their cocky grin against his skin. With a single glance downwards to his lap, they knew—just as well as he did—how much he desired them, and how poor of a job he was doing trying to hold back.

“I’d rather have some fun with you now,” they purred in his ear, their rich voice captivating, “You can handle a little rough play, can’t you?”

With tantalizing slowness, their hand inched further down his torso, the other stroking his neck almost adoringly. Lightly grazing past his bellybutton, they delighted in hearing the sharp hiss that escaped him against his will. He could never hold back much around them, much as he tried to pretend he could. They’d unravel him all nice and pretty if he dared.

They palmed him over the material of his pants, cupping his growing bulge with a conceited chuckle breathed in his ear. It was fun; watching his chest begin to heave up and down as he indulged in the mindblowing pleasure only they could provide. And he knew quite well that they were enjoying every single one of his reactions.

Within a second, he’d curled his fingers around theirs, halting their ministrations as he roughly pulled them in and silenced them with a lewd, wet kiss. Only when they wantonly moaned into his mouth did he feel satisfied enough to pull away and smirk at them. “I’d be rather offended if you don’t think I’d love to see you fully ravished.”

Clicking their tongue, they turned to perch themself on his lap with impossible speed, hips grinding down on his thickness and arms wrapping around his neck. That wicked smile of his dragged them further into the pits of hell, where they’d be sure to coax every drop of pure, carnal pleasure from him.

“We’ll see who’ll be the first to fall apart, darling.”

Taglist: @blondeboyfriend @mrsgiovanna

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kjrcrz · 10 months

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🎵 NOW PLAYiNG — CHERRY WiNE

❝ i'll bet you 20 bucks i'll put a smile on your face ❞

🍷 ˒ In which jay gets to know you over cherry wine 𓂃 ֢ genre ; fluff warnings ; mentions of wine tooth rotting fluff tbh — wc 1.6k ( 📓 mlist )

🎤 bibi speaks ! ; hii !! this is my first oneshot / written work i've ever posted so please don't mind if my writing sucks 😭 i'm seeing grent in 3 days so i figured to write something song based so i came up with this 🥹🥹 hope you guys enjoy & please don't be afraid to leave feedback !! 💌

JAY didn't think he would be the type to be so observant, but there was nothing better to do since no one was dancing. Most times he would jump in and party until he passed out, but right now, he was rather curious about the girl who stood across from him. Oblivious and confused, you felt out of place. Parties were never your thing, in fact you hated parties. Your friend had dropped you off and ditched you because she said that you needed to meet someone new, especially after your big crying session over your ex. You internally cringe upon the behavior over the boy who had stopped loving you days ago.

Why you standing there all by yourself? Those shoes were made for dancing for someone else

You knew your friend didn't mean harm, but rather she just wanted to burst your bubble. But you were sure that you weren't ready for that. Now matter what, you couldn't avoid your friend. You needed to come out now rather than later otherwise you would've seriously given up on loving another guy. You bit your lip and sighed, this party sucks. Jay's lip went up a bit as he watched you close and open your hands. He remembers in school that you would do that when you were nervous. Despite his popularity at school, he noticed you. He would find himself wanting to know you, he wasn't sure why exactly but there was something about you that made him like you. He never talked to you but he did admire from afar, but now he wanted to know you personally.

You look forward and saw a boy who looked familiar across the room. Tilting your head at the boy as he pointed at you then to himself. You were confused and the guy just shook his head. Jay was hesitant on whether or not he should approach you, but eventually he pushed his away through the crowd and made his way towards you. He needed to play this smoothly. "I bet you 20 bucks I'll put a smile on your face." You couldn't lie to yourself and say that he wasn't attractive, which he was. Extremely handsome in fact. It took you a moment to recognize the familiar face, then you realized. It was none other than Jay. The guy who you never expected to come up to you. You scoffed in a playful way, "What are you doing here? I thought you were more into rowdy parties than this." He shrugs. "You just need to wait. Everyone is warming up, then that's when the party actually starts."

You shrug at him. "I'll be out by then. I don't feel like sticking around for long." The boy besides you scoffs. "And leave me here? How rude Y/n."

"How do you know my name?" The male freezes and thinks he had officially gotten himself stuck, while also slightly outing himself at the fact that he knows you. Jay immediately tries to come up with an excuse, but you just let out a laugh. "It's okay Jay, we had the same english class in sophomore year. I'm just surprised you remember me considering how popular you were then. I wasn't that quite remarkable unlike you, park." He feels taken aback. The way you laughed and how his last name rolled off your tongue gives him butterflies. "I used to think you were really interesting and lovable actually. I would tend to observe you and learn from you." The words just fell out of his mouth like it was nothing, thinking back on his words he let out a gasp. "I sound like a weirdo, don't I?"

Why don't we move over to that empty space?

You giggle at his last sentence as he blinks at you. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, so he felt reassured at your reaction. Without realization, a smile formed on his lips. "You're smiling, I won the bet didn't I?" You laugh a little louder, and Jay giggles too. "I know. But you're a charmer, Jay. You don't at all sound like a weirdo. You sound like a gentleman, in fact, and it's cute. Do you check up on me without saying it?" Jay looks at you with adoring eyes as you smile at him. His heart flutters at you. "...I guess I do." He scans the crowd quickly, and most people are finally gathering the guts to start dancing. So he takes his chance. "Y/n? Do you wanna dance with me, love? You smile wider than ever, to the point where it actually hurts, but you didn't care. Not in this moment anyway. You didn't bother to hide how you felt comfortable around him and how he made you feel a certain way.

I know a place where we could dance the night away

"Sure. Why not?" He gave you the most charming and dazzling smiles that only his friends saw. He lent his hand out for you to hold. So you did. Jay took you out the back garden so there was less pressure on you. He took note on how extra nervous you were when people would stare at you for long periods of time, and you greatly appreciated how much he cared for you. There wasn't much people outside, or rather all the guests decided to squish in the house. He grinned as he put his arm around your torso, as if he had done this hundreds of times with you. It was shocking that he didn't feel slightly embarrassed or awkward with you, but it made you feel comfort. You slipped your arms around his neck, you were sure you were flushed with pink by now.

Baby we could try to make the world spin slower

"I need to show you my moves tonight before you leave. Since you wanna go home early." He frowned, letting out a small laugh from you. "I won't leave as long you're here, park." You giggle as he grins. "Great." Dancing with Jay made your world spin slower than it should, the loud music from inside was blurred out and all you could focus on was him. You were sure you were flushed with pink all over, and you were even more sure when Jay laughed and told you how cute you were blushing. Even though it was his first time ever encountering you successfully, he wanted to make the most out of the time you both had. He wanted to remember this night with you and he hopes for you to remember this night with him.

"You know everything about me Jay, but what about you?" You say, whispering due to how close both of you were. "Well, you know me Y/n. I'm popular and everyone knows me. I'm not that bright but I'm amazing at sports. Girls were all over me and I had a few relationships...but ever since english class you caught my eye. I found myself thinking about you but I never got the courage to say anything or ask you out. I always looked forward to english class if it meant being with you, I admired you with awe." Now it was his turn to be flustered, the confident and outgoing Jay was gone and replaced with a shy one. Never would you have thought to see him like this, blushing and ears turning red, but you liked this side of him. It showed that he was being real with you, and how much he adored you from afar.

"I like to sip cherry wine sometimes, mainly thinking about the person who I admire. My mind automatically goes to you when I drink it. Feeling flushed and buzzed from the drink as well as getting to know you." You titled your head. "Really?" You never knew how much of a romantic person Jay was, until tonight at least. He nodded while moving you to the rhythm of the song. "I've always wanted to know you, more than being your classmate in english. I wanted you as a..." Jay couldn't get himself to finish sentence. His eyes trialed down to your lips, and by that you instantly caught on to what he was trying to say before zoning out. "A romantic interest?" Cocking your eyebrow up and Jay shook his head. He was so shy and quiet now, which made you adore him more than ever. You two were left in silence once more, not that you were complaining. It was peaceful and so perfect just looking at one another with so much affection.

We could take our time and get to know each other over cherry wine

"Remember when you said I had to give you twenty-bucks if i smiled tonight?"

"Yeah...what about it?"

"How about you suggest something for us...so we could spend time together?"

He thought for a moment, hesitating if he should ask you or not. You looked at him with anticipation until he finally spoke. "Well...can I have you over and drink cherry wine together?

You laughed. "I thought you would never ask me handsome." You watch his eyes glimmer over your answer and you think back to how you felt earlier. If it wasn't for Jay, you would've dreaded the rest of your time here. And if it wasn't for You, Jay would've loved the rest of his life regretting not talking to you and getting to know each other over cherry wine

Know it's too soon to call you mine, Let's have a drink tonight and get to know each other over cherry wine

THE END

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