charmed by the idea of, like, 19-year-old fingon out on the town with 11-year-old turgon like "hey! a column... is that the kind of column you like" and turgon like "ugh no that's corinthian 🙄 don't tell anyone you like those, those are lame"
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shea please consider a drabble on shy!reader calling rafe ‘dad’ for the first time. AH I NEED
last one before bed.. ♡
it started off as a little joke, the word coming to mind because of the way rafe always talked to you, urging you to be more careful and looking out for you.
"put that shit away, c'mon. you'll be up all night and then you won't let me sleep either," he says, when you point in the direction of the coffee shop and pull out your wallet. he drags you away, a pout taking over your pretty face.
"okay, dad," you tease, though it doesn't come out like a joke this time. it comes out sincerely, agreeing immediately, putting your wallet away even though you don't want to.
"yeah, that's right. listen to dad." you stop in your tracks, a few feet away from rafe's truck, brain starting to go haywire and fuzzy. rafe stops and turns, looking back at you stuck in place. "hm?"
"dad?" you question, repeating it, enjoying the feel of it on your tongue. rafe smiles at you, smirking and laughing, so you smile too. you don't know that you've just created a monster.
"yes?" he asks, stalking towards you and taking your face into his hands. "don't go stupid on me now, kid."
"sorry, dad. can't help it." you feel uncomfortable, wetness pooling between your legs, heart thudding fast. maybe it was wrong, maybe it was weird, but you didn't care in that moment.
"get in the truck," rafe orders, and you comply, darting back to the door and hand on the handle to open the passenger side door. "nope. the back. wanted a treat right? dad's gonna give it to ya."
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The soft smile on Chrollo’s lips quickly forms into a smirk. He debates whether he should reveal himself yet, but decides against it, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. You’re too cute for your own good.
You’re too busy checking yourself out in the mirror to notice his presence, wearing that dark black coat that’s usually on him. It’s much too long for you, scraping against the floor with each little turn you do.
He sighs, seating himself on the sofa on the opposite side of the room. Might as well get himself comfortable, as this is ten times more entertaining than anything he’s ever seen.
You spin around, probably to watch the coat twirl with you, but mid-spin you catch sight of him and almost topple over.
He’s watching you with a fist propping his chin up, eyes soft and relaxed, and the sight has your chest feeling constricted.
You press a hand over your beating heart, panting a little while embarrassment settles in your bones. God, he’ll never let you live this down. He had told you he was out for the day, you didn’t expect him to be back until much later, the lying bastard.
“You- You could’ve said you were there!”
Chrollo chuckles, his tone as gentle as always, “But why would I interrupt such a lovely moment? You seemed to be enjoying yourself, my dear.”
Despite the innocence in his words, you can practically smell the smugness wafting off of him.
“Don’t read too much into it!” You blabber out, quickly shrugging the admittedly comfy coat off of your shoulders, “I was just curious, okay? It looked super warm.”
He grins, “Curious?”
Fucking asshole.
You take off the coat, holding it up to him, “You can have it back. It reeks of you anyway, I don’t want it.”
The spider doesn’t say anything or even move from his seat, instead simply raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, and lifting a hand up as a signal for you to come over and pass it to him.
Your eyes narrow. “Nuh-uh. You come get it. I’m not your maid.”
His smile widens. “While I must admit the imagery of you in said uniform is… pleasing, I’m not treating you as such. I’m comfortable here, and you’re the one who got it out, aren’t you, darling?”
The gaze that’s locked onto you is full of amusement, and two of his fingers beckon you forward.
With a glare and eventual sigh, you move closer, still holding the coat out. “There, you can grab it now, you laz- ah!” Your words are cut off when his hand reaches out like some snake attempting to wrap around helpless prey, latching onto your arm and tugging you into his lap. He catches the coat that slips out of your hands, holding it up with one for you to see.
“There, now I have it.”
“You pervert!” You cry out, legs kicking to no avail. The man laughs, unwavered by your petty struggles as he lays a hand to rest atop one of your thighs and leans closer so that he can whisper in your ear, “Oh, if only you knew.”
His mouth quickly lands on your neck, laying passionate kisses down it. You feel your face grow hot, especially when a quiet moan leaves him, his hands holding you all the more closer.
“Next time,” he murmurs, his voice deep and lustful, “you should consider wearing only the coat.”
You’re not sure if you want to slap the smirk off his face or kiss it.
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please let me put your cock in mouth while you do something. do you want to do your work? do you want to read? do you want to play games? do you want to chat with your friends? please let me keep you company while you do something. i'll do anything, you won't even know i'm there i'll just have your cock inside my throat please i promise i'll be quiet. you can rest your hands on my head. you can grab my hair. please.
if you don't want me to cockwarm you... may i please kneel in front of you anyways? you don't even have to acknowledge me. please? i can just submit to you while you do something on your computer. i can just stay there until you finish. i just want to look at you while you work. i just want to be with you.
if you don't want to... what if i just sit beside you? please? i can hold your hand. i can give you kisses throughout the day. i can sit on your lap if you want to. i can bring you beverages if you want them? i can do anything you want. please let me keep you company.
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Betrayal is arguably the core of the appeal of Barissohka. What is the point if there is no toxic yuri????
LITERALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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