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emomanswhore · 2 years

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I feel like... if you call ghost daddy in bed he'll go crazy

ghost with a daddy kink ? oh yeah… he definitely eats it up, when his prettiest princess calls him daddy in bed. <33

—❤︎︎ — DADDY’S HOME . . . ❞

SIMON GHOST RILEY X FEM!READER

✵. !! WC : 3.7k

✵. !! TAGS & CW : explicit content! (18+ mdni) - service/softdom!ghost (he’s a lil bit mean), cunnilingus, daddy kink, size kink/difference, praise/petname usage, subtle spit kink, squirting, thigh slapping, overstimulation, dumbification, pussydrunk!ghost (hes in LOVE with your pussy), orgasm denial, fingering, the mask stays ON.

✵. !! A/N : hihi babies ! just a lil treat for y’all and thank you for 700+ follows and all the love you’ve given for simon says ♡!! hope you enjoy this mini fic, lmk how we feeling about it !! <33 ps… i folded. im sat. i actually wanna call this man daddy so bad. 🧎‍♀️

In your mind, there was one word— one forsaken word that you refused to utter. A word that only the most sexually deprived would use.

A person with their morals in check, should never attempt to sexualize something that is meant as an innocent title and name. Usually reserved for an actual father, or someone fulfilling the role of a male caregiver.

Right.

A person with their morals in check.

Right. You totally weren’t projecting… and deeply shaming your own innermost yearning, to desperately call your boyfriend ‘daddy’ while he fucked you.

It definitely wasn’t a thing you could say you were proud to admit outloud. Nope, you would quite frankly rather be caught dead than have your questionable cravings exposed to the world.

But every single day, you swore to god that your boyfriend tried to purposely provoke you into using the absolutely forbidden word.

Simon always took care of you. Whether that’d be making sure you got to work safely, cooking you meals on days that you were too tired to be bothered, or even texting you throughout the day to make sure you were resting properly.

You know. You know that’s probably the absolute bare minimum, and what a boyfriend is supposed to do for you in a serious relationship. But you just couldn’t help that ache and flutter you got in your heart, that made you so weak for him.

He worked so hard every single day, busy and moving nonstop on less than four hours of full rest. Even when he had his most stressful and agonizingly long days at work, he still tried to reach out to you. It could be a single worded text message or a phone call that only lasted for five minutes.

No matter what or without question, Simon will do his absolute best to tend to you. It was truly unconditional love, devotion, and his unspoken rule to give you whatever you most desired.

And you feel sick— sick in the head for letting your insatiable lust take over your sense of morality. Putting his mostly wholesome catering ways, in the same category as what you needed to relieve that scorching, sore pounding in your core.

That was alright though, you could live off your little fantasies and scenarios you created in your mind. Always making yourself dizzy and soft headed, imagining a world where he would make love to you and refer to himself as ‘daddy’.

It would suit him so well. Your hulk of a man, who had to put a slight bend in his knees whenever he came through the doors of your home. His mellow, husky voice always gently rasping to you— almost never, ever raising it higher than an octave at you. The way he could spoil you absolutely rotten, only ever calling you by his own little terms of endearment.

Always putting you first when he fucked you. Even in times when it got rough or you two were experimenting with things on the more intense side, you always came first. Literally and physically, since Simon couldn't properly get off himself, without knowing you were completely satisfied.

Your aftercare would consist of cuddling, he’d coo the sweetest of praises as he handled your sore limbs.

“My sweet girl, look at how pretty she is. Did such a good job today, angel. I know baby, I'll take good care of you now. Such a pretty girl, aren't you?”

It’s perfectly fine.

You could keep all those things about him to yourself. Just let your brain work its magic, to create fantasies and fill the deep void of your scorching carnality. You always subconsciously needed that one little thing to make yourself come even harder. But you were a good, grateful girl for him and always let Simon know how well he treated your body.

It’s perfectly fine. You don’t need a daddy kink in your life, to make yourself feel better. You were so much better than that, and you’d never let Simon get the idea that you were some ill, perverted deviant.

It was all fine.

Until today, when he finally pulls the most forbidden word out your mouth— and satiates the bubbling, hot desire that has a heavy chokehold on your heart and soul.

You don’t know how things escalated so fast.

One minute, you get his text that he’s on his way home and he’ll see you soon.

Out of pure joy and excitement to finally see him again after three weeks, you start to get yourself ready for the evening by taking an extra long shower. Making sure you’ve lathered and exfoliated every inch of your body in vanilla scented body polish, with a hint of brown sugar and cocoa butter. It was always Simon’s favorite scent on you, and he’d seemed more clingy than usual whenever your sweet aroma hit his nose.

The next hour, you throw on a simple, yet cheeky little lingerie set.

A delicate floral embroidered baby blue bra, with its matching mini stringed thong panty. You couldn’t help but fall in love with it at first sight. The design is a lovely work of art, the milky color enhancing the glow of your soft skin— yet it’s so scandalous on your body.

You did purposely get a smaller size, but on top of that it was made of see through mesh material. Not a single doubt in your mind that if he looked close enough, Simon could make out the shape of your nipples through the bra. And between your legs? The outline of your folds were perfectly clear and transparent against the light color of your panties.

After spending another minute admiring yourself in the bathroom mirror and taking a few selfies of your enticing form, you slip on a fluffy cream colored robe and head to the kitchen. You wanted to get something in your stomach before Simon came home, so you decided to lightly snack on a slice of pomegranate fruit.

You don’t even make it to the fridge before you hear the sharp clicking of keys turning a door knob, and feel the cold gust of wind that comes with the front door being swung open.

A gasp and squeal flies out your mouth as you bounce up and down on your toes, the actual sight of your boyfriend trudging in through the doorway makes your heart swell and pound in your chest.

“Baby!” You practically skip on your feet towards him, unable to hide your excitement of his abrupt appearance, as he starts taking quick strides to meet you halfway.

You think with how fast Simon approaches towards you, and him not even bothering to take off his shoes at the front door, he must’ve been just as excited to see you.

When you two finally meet each other in the middle of the hallway, you give him a big, dazzling smile as you go to lean in to hug him.

Before you can get your arms around him, he places a large hand on the small of your back and pulls you in close to his chest. You gape up at him, your smile slowly melting down to a look of pure confusion. Knees already feeling wobbly at his close proximity, and the way he has to tilt his head down to look you in the eyes.

Your breath hitches in your throat, when he slowly drags his open palm up along the cotton material of your robe. Even through its thickness, you can feel the heat radiating off his hand that follows along the curve of your back. Sending tingles down your spine, when his hand eventually makes its way up to the soft nape of your neck.

You both stare at each other. Your eyes become hazy and unfocused, while his dark ones scan over your perfect little form. You hear him pull in a deep breath of air through his nose. Holding it in his chest for five seconds before letting it back out, while he drags his eyes up back onto yours.

“Been thinkin’ about you all day long, y’know that?” He mutters these words, yet somehow they’re loud enough to ring and echo in your eardrums. You pull your lips in your mouth, feeling your core thump in tune with the pitter patter of your heartbeat.

You practically whimper out loud, as he continues onto his sentence,

“ ‘S about time I came home. Think it’s only right to show my princess how much I really missed her, wouldn’t you agree, pretty baby ?”

That was the only warning you were given… for what your boyfriend truly had planned for you, once he finally got his hands on you. Everything after that moment, truly did escalate as if time were being fasted forward.

You knew he missed you. Without him vocally telling you how much he thought of you, his actions spoke much louder than his words.

He was so sloppy.

From the way he practically rips your robe off your trembling body, to pushing you down onto your shared mattress and diving face first into the warm heat of your clothed pussy.

He was truly like a dog in heat. Not even bothering to take his mask off completely from his head, and only lifts it enough to show you his parting lips as he comes face to face with the growing patch of wetness sticking in your panties.

“Look at my pretty lil’ lady,” he coos softly, hooking his thumb into the side of your soiled panties and pulling them to the side to expose your glistening cunt to his heavy eyes. “Missed me, haven’t you? Can’t imagine how tight ‘n upset you are, since I haven’t been givin’ you proper treatment lately.”

It always blew your mind when Simon literally talked to your pussy.

Speaking in soft murmurs and giving it the same delicate pet names that he gave you, the owner of it. As dumb as it probably sounded, you sometimes couldn’t help but feel that ugly swirl of jealousy when he practically treated it like it was an entire living and breathing person.

You don’t have time to mull over your childish feelings, letting out a squeak when he grabs both of your thighs and presses them back until your knees squish against your chest.

“Know you’re mad at me, little one” Another squeak sounds out your throat, as you feel him turn his head to the side of your thigh and he lets his teeth sink into the doughy flesh of your skin. He hums, sucking on the flesh before letting it go and pressing a soft kiss to the flaming bruise he leaves behind. “Gonna show you how much I’ve missed splittin’ you open on my tongue.”

He follows through with his words, putting his full attention back onto your pussy. Using his index and middle fingers to pry open the thick lips of your cunt, groaning when he sees your hole twitching and spasming over nothing. The scent of your nectar coating your thighs and leaking out your pussy, makes him feel even more high and drunk off your arousal.

You’re so messy already. And like the gentleman that he was, Simon always took the initiative to help clean up messes that you made.

Still keeping his fingers spread enough to keep your lips parted, he lolls his thick tongue out before swiping it on your slit. You mewl and flinch at the feeling of his warm tongue, but he grips the side of your thighs to keep you still. Simon continues licking up and down your cunt. Maintaining the same pattern of stroking his strong tongue, as if he were savoring a frozen delicacy that helplessly dripped down the side of its waffle cone.

Once he feels like he’s collected enough of your cum on his tongue, he pulls his tongue back into his mouth to let the taste of you sit heavy on his taste-buds.

Your toes curl and you let out a soft gasp, as you watch him hollow his cheeks, before he lets the sinful mixture of your cum and his spit fall right back into your twitching hole. Chuckling to himself as he watches the way his greedy girl swallows up the little treat he gave her.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, princess” This time he does actually talk to you, dragging his eyes up from your drenched pussy and onto your blearing, glossy ones.

“Always so good for me. Could eat you up every single day ‘n never get tired of it. Can’t believe I went so long without this, fuck.”

Simon starts to probe his tongue along your core, tracing the shape of it until he finally pushes inside you. Already feeling the tight caverns of your pussy ease up, and welcome the thickness of his tongue rubbing up against your gushing walls.

“S-Sim— oohhh,” You throw your head back, unable to finish your squealing when he pulls his tongue completely out of you, and decides to inflict his torture upon your little clit. First he flicks the tip of his tongue over it, then he lets his mouth completely envelop around your pearl. Pumping it a few times between his lips, before pulling off to run his tongue over the expanse of your pussy.

You weren’t going to last.

You were far too sensitive after not having him around to please you for three entire weeks. All you could do was sob and let it happen, letting out a cry before you feel a fat watery gush of cum shoot out your hole. Simon pays it absolutely no mind, only widening his mouth to catch every little drop you gifted him.

“That’s it. Such a sweetheart, you’re already spoiling me ‘n givin’ me a lil’ treat. ,” He feels the way your body starts to relax, already going into its state of after pleasure— but he isn't done. Far from done, actually. Hasn’t even been half of an hour yet, and your legs start shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Ah, Ah,” Simon tuts, slapping his palm hard on your soaked inner thigh, making you jolt and buck your hips up. “C’mon baby, couldn’t have thought I was done with you. ‘S only been a few minutes, ‘n you’re tapping out already? Thought my baby missed me, hm?”

It hasn’t only been a few minutes. Even in your dazed and dizzy mind, you knew that he’d been feasting on your pussy for well over twenty minutes. You shake your head, bottom lip wobbling as you let out a soft sob.

“I di-did miss you, baby” You sniffle wetly, feeling him trace his thick fingers along your soaking heat. Shaking your head in protest as he slips in his middle and ring fingers, humming while you babble to him. “But I can’t ta— aaahh, t-take it anymore. ‘S too much, baby. No more.”

“Too much?” He starts to flex his fingers deep inside of you, curling them in slow motions to stimulate your special gummy spot, that has you sobbing hysterically.

“You haven’t had your fill yet, sweet girl. I can feel it. Y’see this?” Simon tries to retract his fingers from your cunt, but your walls instantly clamp down on him. “You’re not lettin’ me out. My little lady down here knows exactly what she wants. So c’mon princess, lay still ‘n let me spoil this pretty pussy rotten.”

Having absolutely zero regard for your whines and sobs, he continues his previous abuse on your poor little pussy.

Seconds, minutes, hours, decades— You can't even tell how long he stays between your thighs.

Simon uses both strong hands to keep your legs steady and trap you from squirming or running away. You can take it. You will take it. He knows how much you need this, humming at every broken little sob and wanton moan that comes screeching out your throat.

Your vision starts to blur while you stare up at the spinning ceiling. Saliva pooling in your mouth and making a puddle next to your temples, as you let it run down the side of your lips.

You’re going crazy.

So high off the overstimulation of his face buried deep in your leaking pussy, that you swear…. you swear, you can feel your brain getting mushy. So mushy that if you shook your head hard enough, it could probably come spilling out through your ears.

He’s speaking into your pussy, saying words and mumbling something out loud. But you can’t hear it. All you can hear is your heartbeat pulsing in your throat, and feel the way he shakes his face side to side, while his tongue is plugged in your cunt.

Feel the way his hands grip your thighs so tight, that the blunt tip of his nails dig deep into your skin. You can already imagine the bruising and crescent little puncture marks it’ll leave on your legs.

It’s all so sloppy. Your pleas and cries for mercy, getting lost in the little squeals of ‘yes!’ and ‘simon!’ you can’t help but let out. And he eats it up, kissing your heated pelvis while burying three fingers inside of you.

“There’s my good girl, y’sound so pretty” He goes back to focusing his attention on your sore clit, giving it an open mouthed kiss before he continues speaking to you.

“Wanna hear my girl tell me who’s making her feel good. Hm? Lemme hear it. Say who it is, that can make you sing your little heart out.”

You make some unintelligible garbles, and Simon chuckles at your quivering and hiccuping. He squeezes your thighs encouragingly and smacks the side of them twice.

“Big words, baby. You’re a big girl, so tell me… who’s making you feel good right now?”

“It’s…” You swallow thickly and sniffle, slowly losing your train of thought as he suctions his lips around your swollen pearl. “It’s— ohhh, ‘mmm my goddd. It’s you…”

You start to gather some of your discombobulated brain cells to form a complete sentence. Simon’s name sits on your tongue, and you’re ready to tell him, it’s him. Simon. It’s Simon.

Until he pulls his head back with your clit between his lips— taking it with him, and letting it go with a loud pop!

It’s not Simon.

“Oooohhh g-god. It’s you! ‘Mmmy goodddd… daddy, it’s you… it’s all you, daddy.”

He pauses.

Whipping his head up to see if he really just heard what he believes you just cried out. Tapping the side of your thigh, he tries to get your attention so you can focus on his voice.

“What was that, honey? Didn’t hear you, come back to me and say it again.”

You whimper and hiccup, tears run down the side of your face and you continue whining at him.

“ ‘S you, daddy. Need you so badly, pleasseee baby. ‘M-m so close. I need it.”

Unbelievable.

He lets go of your trembling thighs. Letting the weight of his body help keep them pressed against your chest, as he crawls from up below your stomach and hovers over your face. Simon’s face is covered in your arousal. His lips glisten, and a good portion of the mask is damp and sticks to his skin.

“One more time, honey. Y’said it’s ‘daddy’ ? Hm? It’s your daddy, that’s taking good care of this pretty pussy?”

Simon’s fingers trail back down between your legs, softly shushing you as you keen at the feeling of his digits sliding back inside of you. He stares down at you, practically seeing the little stars spinning in your eyes. You weren’t in your best state of mind right now, but he’ll be damned if you tried denying that word escaping out with your cries.

“Can’t come ‘till you let me know,” You give him big, sad eyes but he shakes his head at you. “Wanna come, right? Tell. Me. Say it again, _____.”

At the use of your real, full name you quickly snap back into reality. It was like a switch, your bubbly headspace falling apart and bursting open once he rasped your name.

You did it. You really did call him daddy. It was your most taboo, and forbidden word—

But fuck it.

Today, your daddy was finally home. And you needed him to take care of you, just like he always did.

“Daddy,” you mewl out, feeling another hot sensation shooting through your spine. It was coming. You were so close. “Daddy I n-need you. ‘S you Simon, so please, pleaasee let me cum.”

His nostrils flare before he’s smacking his lips down on yours. Licking inside of your mouth, and inhaling the little moans you let out from tasting yourself on his tongue.

“Not yet, pretty little baby. Daddy hasn’t had all his fun yet.” Simon pulls away from your lips for a moment, laughing softly at the way you try to chase after his mouth for more. He uses one hand to swiftly fumble with the buckle of his belt, making quick work of pulling down his cargo pants and boxers. Laughing again when he pulls his drenched fingers out your greedy little hole, that puts up a fight to keep him deep inside your cunt.

“Must’a been treating my lil’ lady real good,” You can feel the heat of his hard, thick cock pressing onto your pelvis. Already licking your lips and grabbing onto his flexing bicep for support. “Gotta keep showing my special girls how much their daddy loves ‘em.”

He uses a free hand to guide his length to your throbbing pussy, unable to help himself from slapping the head a few times against you. His cock makes a squishy plop plop when he makes contact with your sticky folds, and teases you with a rub on your raw, swollen clit.

“Want you to remember this, once I’m done with you.”

Simon feels your nails dig into the hard meat of his bicep, bracing yourself when he finally lets the head of his cock greet your warm, welcoming insides. Already feeling the way your pussy grips around him, and makes no plans of ever letting go.

“Want you to remember what’ll happen every single time, that daddy comes home to his pretty, little princess.”

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ferrarisonfilm · 1 year

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description: in which yn wolff, daughter of toto wolff, is best friends with almost everyone on the grid, but when suspicions of her dating one of the drivers are raised the fans are a bit confused at first

pairings: charles leclerc x reader, platonic!grid x reader

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@yn.wolff

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caption: recently 🤍

lewishamilton so happy you’re joining us for the season again!!

yn.wolff can’t wait to see you guys again :)

carlossainz55 i still can’t believe you beat lando, george and me with karting again…

yn.wolff i’m just talented like that 😌

charles_leclerc do you need a reminder of who won and who became second?

landonorris shhh don’t burst her bubble mate she was so happy when she thought she beat you for once

f1fangirl yn being besties with the grid is the best thing ever, they’re friendships are so cute 🥹

lewis44pal super random but does anyone else get the feeling she could be dating one of the boys?

f1wags she does seem pretty close to lewis? with toto as her dad it would make sense ig

ricsshoey how can someone be so pretty omg 😭

@yn.wolff

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caption: went for a little walk, bumped into some people :P

toto_wolff well this explains why i couldn’t find you anywhere in the garage

charles_leclerc phew who are those two handsome guys in red? 😏

yn.wolff i am never taking your picture again 👍

lilymhe my fav paddock babe, ily 🫶

yn.wolff aaa ilym lils mwah <33

lewis44pal omg guys, lewis has been really active on yn’s insta and now he liked her post and he’s in the first picture? i’m getting a little suspicious 🤨

@yn.wolff added to their story!

@charles_leclerc added to their story!

@yn.wolff

liked by charles_leclerc, toto_wolff, lewishamilton and 439.552 others

caption: a little getaway 🏂 <3

maxverstappen1 i hope he fell down the slopes lmao

yn.wolff oh he sure did, i was the one who pushed him ;)

carlossainz55 i'm still laughing at the video you sent to the gc

pierregasly let's all say thank you yn because that video is the best blackmail ever

lewishamilton i hope you guys had fun! 😚

yn.wolff thanks lew! we really did :))

f1wags wait... so it's not lewis but then who is it?

@charles_leclerc

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caption: what a way to come back after a small break! couldn't be happier to be on the podium again, thank you to everyone for working so hard and of course as always the tifosi for your never ending support ❤️ (p.s i guess that good luck charms do exist ;))

georgerussel63 congrats mate!

yn.wolff you did so good! congrats char :)

charles_leclerc thank you so much yn <3

carlossainz55 🔥🔥🔥

leclercsleftwing i'm not the only one seeing this right? charles and yn? is she his goodluck charm? my heart can't take this wtf

f1wags what if the person he’s smiling at in the last picture is yn 🥹

@yn.wolff

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caption: now playing "i'm in love with you" - the 1975

isahernaez beautiful as always 🫶 and those flowers, adorable!

susie_wolff cuties ❤️

ricsshoey OMG SHE'S SOFT LAUNCHING IT

f1fangirl everybody stay calm (i'm not staying calm and i'm already so invested) 😭

@charles_leclerc added to their story!

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this is my first fic/insta au ever AAAA, i hope you guys like it and let me know if you want a part 2 i guess??

#ferrari #formula 1 #charles lecrelc #charles leclerc x reader #x reader #fem reader #female reader #reader insert #f1 2023

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valentine-writes · 9 months

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their "i love you"s and other drabbles...

「 tws + notes: no tws, HEAVILY unedited, a little angst in sum partz but f it we ball (THERE'S SUMN WRONG W/ ME I NEVER DO THIS MUCH?), fluff, tried to add a lil bit of everyone, little thoughtz abt the characters,,, 」

↳ ft. ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, spider-man noir, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

「 gn!reader, romantic relationships <3 」

author's note: not my usual content but thought it wud b fun to whip up a few drabbles,, (´。＿。｀) diff format than usual too! all separate and stuff, w/ the characterz at the bottom being the ones the drabble applies to the most (ALL CAPZ MEANS I THOUGHT IT FIT THEM SUPER WELL!!!!) thought it wud b fun,,, altered lyrics are italicized, itz jus a pronoun change 2 make it gender neutral (❁´◡`❁) edit: my tags. do not fit. so i had to redo them. reblogz r super appreciated ^_^ i jus wanna make sure all fans of these characterz are being fed content <33

[ please don't forget about me - pompey ]

"and if you see me everyday / will I lose my shine?"

↳ always terrified of not being exciting and new to you– like one day, their appeal will fade. not like they understand what drew you to them in the first place, but they never asked. maybe you're just hanging around for the hell of it. maybe one day, they'll watch you leave and they'll have nothing to convince you to stay

"how many bad jokes will it take? / or awkward quiet times?"

↳ they wonder if they're already losing you slowly. everytime they speak to you, it's like they're trying to compensate for something. begging you to look at them– but not too close,,, just in case you notice how brutally flawed they are, beyond just the quirks you find endearing. maybe one day you'll look too deep into their eyes and you won't like what you see

▸ JOHNATHAN OHNN/THE SPOT, peter b parker

[ soft sounds from another planet - japanese breakfast ]

"i'll show you the way to hurt me"

↳ loving again is the biggest risk anyone who's been hurt like them could take. you make it worth the danger– the possibility of the pain they've grown all too familiar with. maybe for today, caution can be set aside. when it comes to you, they wouldn't mind letting their guard down.

"in search of a soft sound from another planet / in search of a quiet place to lay this to rest."

↳ they have to admit their past has burdened them in ways they can't even begin to communicate. they know you can't fix everything that has been broken in their lives. still, the comfort you provide is never taken for granted. you are their safe space– the soft sound from another planet. their quiet place to finally lay it all to rest. and suddenly, the aching in their chest doesn't eat them up inside as much as it used to.

you make it easy to love again.

▸ GWEN STACY, MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ our lullabye - miracle musical ]

"i was made for you / you were made for me"

↳ it's hard to believe that you're more than just a distant fantasy sometimes. they can't deny how much they've yearned for a love like the one you two share. something so sweet, so real. it's nothing like the movies or the fairytales, but is anything ever? even when things are messy and complicated, it's undeniable how perfect it all feels. how everything about the two of you just fits. they're inclined to thank every shooting star they've ever wished on, every birthday candle they've ever held their deepest desires in as they blew the flame out for the day you two met. by any manner of higher power or forces unseen to the human eye, they're certain fate was on their side to give them such a blessing.

"i'll love you 'till you're gone / our song goes on and on"

↳ they're determined to hold on as long as possible. all good things cannot last– but they try not to dwell on that thought. they hold onto the hope that you're the one thing that will stay. your love feels divine. radiant, in the way it overtakes them fully. they almost feel undeserving. so, no matter how small or how grand the action, they try to remind you every day, "i love you"s woven into their every being whenever you're around.

▸ lyla, SPIDER-MAN NOIR, johnathan ohnn/the spot

[ i will - mitski ]

"everything you feel is good / if you would only let you"

↳ sometimes they feel you holding back. they can't help but notice the tension in the room as you suppress the things you want to say, silence the thoughts in your head. they know it's not easy to be earnest all the time. but they love you– they care for you. and all they've ever wanted is for you to be authentic. if it's pure, how could it ever be wrong? maybe in your own time, you'll be able to unravel in front of them. they're by your side every step of the way. to finally have you open up to them– to be real, to be honest– it would mean the world to them. they want to show you they love every single part of you. they love you when you're upset, when you're crying, when you're angry– because it's you.

"so stay with me / hold my hand / there's no need / to be brave"

↳ they offer every reassurance they can give you. you no longer have to fend for yourself. those days of being alone are over. you can crumble apart if you need– there's no need for constant bravery anymore. you did such a good job picking yourself up, time and time again. now, they outstretch a hand to you, a silent way of saying, "let me help you this time."

▸ ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, JESSICA DREW, lyla, MILES MORALES (1610), PAVITR PRABHAKAR, PETER B PARKER tbh all of them but shhh

[ right side of my neck - faye webster ]

"you looked back at me once / but i looked back two times"

↳ absolutely smitten with you. it doesn't matter how hard you fell. they. fell. harder. and maybe it's not obvious to you. but they've never had someone who made them care so much. some part of them feels immature for feeling so in love,, like a school kid with a puppy crush. they find it ridiculous, how absolutely lovesick and enamoured they are with everything about you. whatever you feel and express towards them, they feel towards you three times as much. they try everyday to show it.

"the right side of my neck / still smells like you"

↳ you just seem to leave a part of you with them always. they can't ignore it– can't seem to escape your presence, even when you're not physically there. it felt like spiralling to insanity at first. but they've learned to appreciate it– find comfort in it, even. the way the smell of your shampoo lingers on the pillow they leant you when you stayed over, the way that the mug of tea (made just the way you like it) is still on the kitchen table from the morning after– you left your t-shirt once and you had to ask them directly for it back. they like keeping pieces of you near. it reminds them of how loved they are.

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, MARGO KESS, miles morales (1610 and 42), pavitr prabhakar, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ you love me - kimya dawson ]

"but when i met you, right away, i knew / you would never, ever, ever hurt me"

↳ you're used to pulling away. leave before they can leave you, before they even try to make you miss them– but the second you met them? they were insistent on proving that they were harmless. they could never dream of hurting you. and they see as you pull away, scared to get too close– and yet, every single time, they open their arms back to you.

"and the road's still long but you come along / and you hold my hand, and you understand"

↳ "when you're ready" has become second place in their favourite three word sentences. they remind you of these words constantly.

"when you're ready" means they don't mind that it's not now. ""when you're ready" means it doesn't matter how long they have to wait for you, they will. when you're ready" is another form of "i love you"

▸ MARGO KESS, MILES MORALES (1610), pavitr prabhakar, PETER B PARKER, spider-man noir

[ (you) on my arm - leith ross ]

"i wanna buy you pretty little things / and never ever lie to you"

↳ wants something simple with you. craves a form of sweet, normalcy. the mundane tasks and events of life seem far more appealing to them when you're in the picture. no, they never really imagined ever having a quiet life, yet the hope for one with you lingered. to buy you little gifts, to be the best they could possibly be to you, to drive around with you for the hell of it. they're certain anything could be heaven if you were there to accompany them.

a quiet life sounds nice.

"i'd be better armed if you agreed to take it"

↳ having you on their arm just makes them feel secure. keeping you close while showing you off to the world– showing you've got each other. they're a bit sappy for little things like this. everywhere you go, they never fail to extend an arm out to you. something about you makes them feel safer than ever.

▸ jessica drew, miles morales (1610), MILES MORALES (42), peter b parker, SPIDER-MAN NOIR

[ peach scone - hobo johnson ]

"so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart / or at least your spare time"

↳ they try so incredibly hard to be the one for you. no matter what they try, they just seem to fumble and mess it up. they stumble over their words when they try to compliment you, they get weak in the knees when they try to make a move, and no matter how much they spend deliberating, and deliberating– they've got no clue how to win you over. hopefully you find their clumsy attempts endearing. they're making a fool of themself. and maybe, they haven't really said anything yet– but they're happy to at least hang around you in the meantime

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, MILES MORALES (1610), spider-man noir, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ dan the dancer - mitski ]

" he liked them more than life itself / i'm sure "

↳ he was quiet in the way he expressed his adoration. still, he did everything he could to ensure you would never go unloved. the way he looks into your eyes, taking you in like you are the loveliest thing on earth... it's only fitting. you're his world. maybe in the silent moments, when his fingers gently brush your cheek, admiring you– you'd begin to understand this.

▸ MILES MORALES (42), MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ lover // over the moon - alice phoebe lou ]

"i'm a lover / i feel it now / i'm a lover / just never knew how"

↳ they don't even try to hide how much they enjoy your company. you're special to them– why would they try to hide that? at this point, whenever you feel arms wrap around you from behind, you've learned to see their grinning face when you glance over your shoulder. maybe they've never been particularly shy about most things,, but now they're just twice as loud. it's inexplicable, the things you do to them. they hadn't anticipated being so utterly soft,,, not like they're complaining

▸ hobie brown/spider-punk, PAVITR PRABHAKAR

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leeneir · 6 months

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hiii ^_^!!! I hope ur having a wonderful day. Rlly love ur iso hcs (i’m srry i’m saying it again but their so good 😭.)

I was wondering could you do a pt.2 of the relationship hcs? Like how Iso would act once the relationship has rlly set in and he’s completely comfortable with us?

thank you!

Ahhh!!! I'm so happy you love ny hcs!!!😭😭🫶🫶 PLEASE DONT APOLOGIZE IM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL THAT PPL LIKE MY STUFF LOL

I hope that this is to your liking!!<33

Relationship 2.0; Iso x GN!Reader

Im ngl yall, I'm the thpe of person to write a 100k slowburn romance buildup but when it comes to actually writing the relationship itself... mind is wont to blank...

Your relationship is hidden from the others. Even with the no frat rule being tsken out of procotol policy, Iso is keen about keeping your relationship private. The only one that knows are Sage and whoever you're close/best friends with.

Don't get me wrong, he's not ashamed of you or your relationship or anything like that. Behind closed doors, Iso is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. I mentioned it in the last post, but he's really just a big softie.

Iso turns in for the night at a designated time without fail, but you know that he doesn't actually sleep. You'll make up some excuse to the others to check up on him in his room.

Some nights, he'll let you in and you both talk about your day and it's relatively peaceful, some nights, he wont even let you knock, using his sixth sense to sense if your near his door and instantly pull you in without a word, holding you close to him and burying his face in your neck. That's his way of saying that he missed you very much💜

Very cuddly, he likes having the reassurance that you're alive and breathing by keeping you close to him.

He calls you by your name, and he'll ask you to do the same. Sure, he likes his new name "Iso", but Zhao Yu much rather preferred the intimate connection to you have when you call each other by gov names which was something he didn't get often. Names are a not so fun thing for him. (He's a lil traumatized, but that's for another post🤭)

When it gets cold, Iso also runs cold. If you run warm, you can put your hands on his face and he'll lean into the touch or you can grab his hands and just hold them. It's enough for him. If you run cold, it's the only time he's fine with PDA, aka snuggling on the couch.... joined by the other agents.

When it comes to jealousy, ik I mentioned it in the other post too, but he has another reaction. If Iso see's you with another agent that's flirting with you, he'll come up and offer you to listen to music with him. As you listen and are distracted, he stares at the other agent with his 'assassin' glare per se.

One day at a sleep over with the other agents, you guys play a classic game of truth or dare. It's your turn, you say truth. Jett goes in for the classic "Do you have a crush on anyone here?" And you deny it. You can feel someone staring at you, and once the others are distracted, you turn to Iso who has subtle smirk on his face, nodding his head back to signal that he wants you guys to leave. You playfully roll your eyes.

#valorant iso #iso valorant #li zhao yu #valorant #valorant iso x reader #i love iso #iso #iso x reader #hes my wife #i love my wife #iso x reader hcs

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misc-obeyme · 7 months

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You know what time it is.

Lesson 33 spoilers, including the hard lesson, here we go!

I am pleased. And I am not pleased.

I had so many great moments with all my faves. Solomon being there for me, Levi being a lil cutie, THIRTEEN DATE, Barbatos giving me lil Ds. What glorious moments. I shall share some screenshots momentarily.

BUT FIRST.

Belphie. What the fuck.

Technically, this is Mammon’s fault. He was the one who was like it’s not wrong to feel upset about it and like yeah he’s right, but Belphie is clearly taking that statement to an EXTREME.

We are dealing with YANDERE BELPHIE, my friends.

If I remember correctly, he was always supposed to be yandere. So now we’re really leaning into that, huh? Like straight up, I am going to keep you here forever because you’ll be happier with me than if you leave. Our boy’s gone a little off the deep end lol. I kinda love it.

Though I was really surprised by his final line of “I don’t want you to see what’s inside my head.” He seemed really concerned about it. Considering all we’ve seen already, it can’t be that bad, right? Then again, I wouldn’t want anyone I know to get inside my head, either. Please stay out, you don’t need to see the horrors, thanks.

Also, we still haven’t made a pact with Levi. Just like we didn’t actually make a pact with Beel. Is it because now they’re not sure they want to have pacts with us because of the whole needing magic to get back to the human world thing? I swear I have a memory of Solomon telling us that we could make pacts with all of the brothers at the same time. But we already have pacts with three of them? So why would we only make pacts with three or four of them at the same time? I’m so confused. Someone please share your thoughts with me on this because I don’t get it???

I really feel like they directly addressed some of the concerns we’ve all been having in this lesson, too. I mean Solomon straight up talks about wondering what the brothers we left behind are doing. Or if time is still going there or if we’ll end up exactly where we left etc etc. HOWEVER all that soup talk makes me think they are just going to mesh it all together. ‘Cause Solomon also said this:

What does that mean? How can the future brothers influence what’s happening in the past? Unless their memories are changing in real time… ugh why did they have to go with time travel shenanigans?? Don’t they know this junk hurts my brain??

Anyway, now it’s time for some of my favorite moments, enough about time travel and feelings and pacts!

Because my favorite sorcerer also said this. And I know there are some questions about his motives and blah blah but I don’t care. I love him. He’ll be all serious, then say something sweet and reassuring, then do something crazy or try to cook again… he’s got so many sides to him lol.

STOP MAKING ME LIKE YOU MEPHISTOPHELES. (Please you were like the last character I was neutral about I can’t afford to get obsessed with anyone else.)

Honestly, I laughed so hard when he said this. Mammon just called him out directly and he LAUGHED. He laughed and was like yeah duh of course, idiots. And look how pleased he is about it, too.

May I bring your attention to my baby Levi? Look at this silly guy. I was so happy I got to hug him. And the group hug was adorable, too. Satan protesting the whole time lol. Lucifer coming in and being like… I regret asking.

I swear sometimes I wanna kiss this guy JUST to watch him blush. It’s so freakin’ cute.

Smitten. I am smitten.

The way she’s like I don’t get why you like these weirdos, but I know they matter to you. Don’t worry, it’s going to work out. How she gets all defensive of MC. Her cute little smile. The way she suggests coming to visit MC in the human world & saying that Solomon can come too?! LIKE. I love her so much.

HE KNOWS.

Listen I was thrilled about this whole part - Barbatos being mysterious and giving me a weird piece of paper and a Little D? Yes forever. But also I think we’ve all suspected him of knowing the truth and this part right here just solidifies that for me. He definitely knows. He knows everything about what’s going on. I don’t think that means he’s Nightbringer or even that he’s working with Nightbringer. He could just know because he’s got access to all of time and what not. But either way, he knows.

Honestly I love Barbatos so much. Just the small parts we had with him were enough to get me in my feels. I also really enjoyed the hard lesson because even if Luke doesn’t know what’s going on, I think Simeon does. And their discussion was interesting.

So I’m gonna leave you with one last Barb moment.

I’m so impatient is it the end of the season yet?? I wanna know how it ends right NOW.

#it’s been a minute since I did a whole post with screenshots #but there were so many good moments this time tee hee #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me nightbringer lesson 33 #obey me solomon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me thirteen #spoilers #misc lesson recap #misc rambles

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shinestarhwaa · 7 months

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hi!! i hope its ok to request sum from ur prompt list <33

name: wooyoung

kink #: 1, 5, 14, 21, 22

line: 49, and 50

au: 69, 55, 56

if its ok can u make woo a sub? i js love sub!idol stuff

please n thank u, ily!!

Hi sweetie! Ofcourse I can, I got u! This was insane to write but I hope u enjoy it , pls lemme know!! Xoxo

GOOD LIL BOY || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags/Warnings: Brother's Best Friend AU, (You're (TXT) Yeonjun's sister), Idol!Wooyoung, established relationship, bratty sub!wooyoung, use of toys, spit play, dirty talk, temperature play (ice), edging, overstimulation, bit of bdsm (handcuffs), mentions of m x m/voyeurism/orgy but no actions!, little bit of namecalling (slut), degrading, pegging

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"I'm so hard right now, you know?" Wooyoung whispered in your ear from behind. ''Wooyoung, please, I'm trying to order coffee here, and you shouldn't say stuff like that out loud, remember who you are,'' you muttered, struggling to maintain a straight face. ''I taste better than coffee,'' he grinned, ''you love tasting me.'' ''Wooyoung, Yeonjun would kill you if he heard you say such things. So would your boss. So stop saying these things in public.''

Wooyoung leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed, making you roll your eyes. He was so impatient sometimes. You finally got your coffee and sat down. You were still halfway when he had slurped up the entire frappucino already.

''Jeez, chill out Woo.'' ''Y/N, I swear to God that I'm gonna burst right out of my pants.'' ''But how? Why?'' you sighed as you took another sip. ''Because you're hot and I can't get last night's conversation out of my head.''

You laughed and finished your coffee. ''Oh really?'' ''Yes. Really. I can only think about you shoving that big dil-'' ''Wooyoung, you have to stop. Now.'' you warned him. He rolled his eyes and threw away your empty cups. ''We're going home.''

The two of you walked down the street, the sky a midnight blue color. You got a few looks from people, making you wonder if it's his erection straining against his jeans, him being recogized as Ateez's Wooyoung or both.

Soon enough you entered your apartment and you had hardly taken off your coats when Wooyoung pushed you against the wall. ''What the hell do you think you're doing?'' you asked, raising your left eyebrow.

''You're gonna give it to me, tonight,'' he breathed out as he left wet kisses down your neck. ''Excuse me?'' ''What we talked about yesterday. We're gonna do this now. Tonight.'' You moaned softly at the feeling of your boyfriends' lips and tongue on your neck.

"Give it to me, please, just for tonight,'' he moaned into your ear. You bit your lip, he was seducing you and you were giving in. Even in the moments you were in power over him he had control. You were wrapped around his finger. So you'd have to do your best to overpower him.

"Oh I'll give it to you alright."

You took him by the wrist and pulled him into your kitchen. He struggled to take off his shoes as you kissed him intensely and full of passion and discarded your clothes. When he was butt-naked he hopped on the kitchen island, spreading his legs and showing off his stiff cock.

His eyes were glued on the black lingerie and tall black heels you had on. Your hardened nipples showed off in the lacy bra, making his cock twitch. "Sit still. Wait here," you ordered, and Wooyoung made sure to obey you - to your surprise.

You left to gather some toys from your room and came back to the kitchen. You took a blindfold from the little box and put it on his delicate face. After that you took his wrists and cuffed them on his back. "God...What are you going to do to me?"

"Nasty things."

He heard the noise of you rummaging through the fridge - or was it the freezer? Suddenly he heard the familiar noise of ice cubes being pushed out a holder. "Fuck," he muttered, "you're gonna ice me?"

You grinned and took an ice cube between your fingers. Very gently, slowly, you slid it over his bottom lip. A drop of very cold water fell down his chin as the ice melted.

You moved it down, along his jawline, down his neck and onto his chest, grazing his hard nipple. He winced and gasped at the ice cold feeling, cock twitching again. Wooyoung tried to move his hands, but he couldn't. He's have to take whatever you give to him.

"S-so cold," he moaned as it touched and circled his other nipple. More droplets decorated his tan skin as you moved it down over his torso, slowly reaching his crotch. The ice gave him goosebumps once you ran it over his shaft, onto the tip of his cock.

"Y/N!" He cried out, trying to move and resist the cold ice, but you hold him still as much as you could, moving the ice around. Water dripped down his shaft onto his balls and down to his ass.

Suddenly he felt the ice slide down his ass, to his puckering hole. He tried to close his legs, annoying you as he didn't obey you like he should. "Wooyoung." "P-Please it's so cold," he whined, but he wasn't really saying no, his cock was dripping with pre-cum.

You guided him, flipping him over. You smirked at his position, on his knees, ass down and face up. You ran the ice cube over his ass, grazing his hole and all the way down to his balls.

"Y/N," he whined, body trembling and shaking in front of you. You took a smaller vibrator out of the box, lubing it up and inserting it into your boyfriend's hole. He cried out and whined at the sensation.

"Gosh, you," you smirked, "you're such a little naughty slut, aren't you? What would your friends say if they knew you loved it in your ass? What would they say if they saw you with your ass up on my kitchen island?" You mocked him.

He whined and bucked his hips into nothing, needy to be inside something, to be inside you. "O-Oh God I don't k-know," he mumbled. "They'd tease you so much... What would San think... or your leader, hm? And what would Yeonjun think?" You smirked. His eyes widened at that name, hole clenching around the vibrator.

"Y/N! Please!" He moaned loudly. You loved to embarrass him like this, use him like this and tame him like the brat he is. "Please what, Youngie?" "P-Please don't say these things," he whined, but he was lying. So you kept going on.

"And your fans...What would they say if they knew you showed your ass off to me... liked to take it roughly? Like to be pushed around after acting like a brat all day? You love to be fucked right," you smirked.

"O-Oh God! I-I love it!" He moaned when you took his dick into your hands, pumping it quickly. "K-keep going! I'm cumming!" He moaned loudly. You quickly stopped everything, pulling out the vibrator as well, cutting off his orgasm. "N-No, please," he whined. You waited for his adrenaline to calm down before you pumped his cock and inserted the vibrator again, putting it on the highest setting.

"What if your members walked in on us? Hm?" You started, "What if they all walked in on us? You'd fucking like that... being watched by them... or do you want them to join you? You want them to touch you too? Would you like their cocks inside your ass baby?"

"O-Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned as his breath was picking up. "You want them to watch me fuck you? I could always ask, sweetie, I could ask if they wanted to come and watch how you unravel for me. Do you think they'll get hard? And embarrassed? And then take their pants off and show you their hard cocks?"

His cock twitched in your hand and you let go again, pulling out the vibrator and yet again stopping his orgasm. "Please, please!" He begged loudly, all choked up. "Do you wanna cum, prince?" "Yes, yes, yes I wanna cum, please let me cum this time, please, pretty please? I've been taking it so well!"

"Hm, fine, you've been doing well... So well for me, bet you'd wanna do well for your members too," you smirked, inserting the vibrator for the third time and pumping his cock roughly again, just the way he liked it.

"I-I'd be so good!" "I bet you would, San would have tamed you in a matter of seconds. And you would listen to Hongjoong right? Would you listen to Seonghwa as he used your body? And Yunho?"

"Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned, nearly screaming. "Yeosang would be so pretty right? He's take care of you... and I bet you'd like to be split open by Mingi... and have Jongho's hands on you..."

Before you knew it he was cumming all over the grey marble countertop. "Oh my baby," you cooed as you watched his cum drizzle down his cock. You palmed his balls and massaged them, somehow keeping him cumming and cumming. "Y/N!" He cried out over overstimulation.

Smirking, you took the vibrator out for the last time, turning it off. He panted loudly and clenched around nothing, eager for something to fill him up.

You rolled him back and he sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the counter. You wiped the cum off the counter and put it in your mouth, letting it mix with your saliva. You took Wooyoung's chin in his hand and instantly he opened up for you to spit into his mouth. "Swallow," you ordered him. He nodded and swallowed it down, breathing heavily.

"My good lil boy," you winked, "it's time to fuck you now, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes please fuck me," he panted. He got off the counter and bend over the dining table. "Wow, I didn't even have to ask," you smirked as you put the strap-on panties on, with the biggest dildo of your collection attached to it. He truly was a sizequeen.

You had bought these panties just last week, and you were excited to have them on as they came with a remote and a vibrator inside to stimulate your clit. You handed him the remote, trusting him with it.

You lubed up the toy and slid it into his ass, making him whine loudly. You had one hand on his cuffed wrists and one on his squishy ass. He yelped and whined as you thrusted into him, fucking him roughly and deeply. Tears formed in his eyes as result of the overstimulation and sensitivity from his previous orgasm.

"Please! Please, oh God, that's so good, fucking me so good!"

Suddenly the vibrator inside your panties got turned on, making you moan out loud. "Oh fuck baby!" You moaned as you rocked into your boyfriend.

"Y-You like that hm? It feels good right?" "Fuck, yes, you're making me feel so good Wooyoung!" You moaned. He turned the vibrator up to it's highest setting, your hips bucking and jerking forward, fucking into his prostate.

"You're gonna make me cum again, you're gonna make me cum, I'm cumming, c-cumming, fucking cumming!" He moaned loudly as his cum spilled from his cock.

The sensation in your pussy got bigger, wilder and took over your body, thrusts getting sloppy as you came for him, cumming in your panties as you fucked Wooyoung through his orgasm.

He turned off the vibrator as you rode out your orgasms, panting loudly. You pulled out of him and removed the panties, uncuffing Wooyoung and taking off his blindfold. You took him in your arms, leaning against the dining table. "My good lil boy..."

"You're not gonna tell my friends I like to get fucked in my ass by my girlfriend," he grinned. "I might just." ''You will not!'' You laughed and stroked his hair. ''You want me to.''

#kpop #ateez #smut #shinestarhwaa #shinestarhwaa's promptlist❤️#wooyoung #wooyoung x reader

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bloggingboutburgers · 5 days

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heyo!! i just wanna say that ive seen a lot of ur aroace positivity lil comic strips recently (well recently bc i joined tumblr literally earlier this year)

im so thankful and happy that out here, across the world, united by this website, there are people who are genuinely welcoming and are proud to not need *romantic* love but still have genuine interactions with ppl without romance

i remember last year worrying that i would not be a 'normal' student if i was not in a romantic relationship, then end up in a relationship when all I really wanted was a platonic bond, then end it a few weeks later and spend months questioning if i was wrong for not wanting a rushed romance, or romance at all

this space, and especially this blog, taught me that being aroace is okay, that it still makes me a person, and that there are ppl out there like me, and it's a part of my development to discover that

in short, thank you <33

Thank YOU for reaching out and for all the positivity!^^

It... Definitely wasn't as easy and aroace-friendly around here or anywhere in the past, and it's still very much an uphill battle, considering how much systemic aphobia there is in a lot of fandom spaces sadly (whether people mean it or not, which in most cases they don't, but... yeah), but it's definitely better than it's ever been, I feel. And I didn't think it'd get to such a good point in my lifetime to begin with, so that's definitely things to be grateful for.^^

Either way, I'm really glad this can be helpful, and I'm glad you're feeling more confident in your identity, because hell yeah it's valid to be aro or ace, or both, and don't you let the systemic aphobia of the world around make you forget it èwé We're here and we're doing OK and it's pretty fucking great!

#anon #asexual #aromantic #aroace #aroace positivity #no joke every pride month in these past years has me a little more hopeful and it's pretty awesome

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beachylupin · 9 months

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hiya darling i saw your requests open and i just love love loved "i'd have you anytime" so i wanted to request a lil smth

Basically remus x artist reader....

I like to really draw the people i like (love) so my sketchbook is just filled with people whom i sometimes have a crush on or friends or family.

So i was thinkin, mutual pining where reader basically isn't very close to the marauders per say but knows them, acquaintances.

So reader draws a lot and i mean a LOT of remus in her sketchbook, like almost as if the sketchbook is made for him.

And one of the marauders (defo sirius) discovers this and obv tells remus and it's a whole fiasco but please end it w fluff?

Oh and ofc remus really likes reader aswell but just yk never says anything...

So yea thanks love :) i love the wya you write <33

listen, you've inspired me so much that i wrote this in a day. talk about a great turn around rate, eh? ;-D i really, really hope you enjoy this!! it's really just gushy word vomit on a screen <3 word count: 3k warnings: quickly edited, swearing, pining, fluffy, missing a private journal is stressful, happy ending!!

Sketched Out || Remus Lupin x Fem!Artist!Reader

You didn’t mean for it to end up like this. You caught a glimpse of him on the train at the beginning, and he had occupied your thoughts since.

Sure, you had known him and been in classes for years, but he had changed since you last saw him. Last year, he was tall and lanky, but now he was tall, lanky, and a wee bit broader, filling out his grandpa sweaters better. His buzz cut had grown out, revealing sandy brown curls. Who knew Remus Lupin had curls?

Daily, you watched Remus Lupin from the Hufflepuff table, busily drawing what you saw. In the classes you shared, you secretly sat behind him to draw just the back of his head, figuring out why his hair curled like that. Instead of taking notes, you drew. When you sat across from him, you’d find yourself distracted by the way he looked, paying more attention to him than to any old teacher.

New scars, patterned sweaters with messy robes, and smile lines from laughing at whatever stupid things James and Sirius were on about filled your pages.

By mid-October, at least fifty pages of your sketchbook was just him.

It was like your dirty little secret hidden under yellow leather.

Head down, you followed the group of Gryffindors down the corridor, your books laying haphazardly in your arms, when someone was shoved, flying into you.

“Oh!” You exclaimed, books and notebooks going flying in all directions.

“Sorry, love!” Sirius exclaimed, scrambling to pick your things up. “Didn’t mean to check ya!”

“It’s alright,” you mumbled, collecting the scatter of books, notebooks, quills, and firecrackers that had spilled from Sirius’ hands.

In the mix of the crowd rushing to classes, you exchanged the books and notebooks with Sirius.

“Hey, thanks!” He said, smiling brightly as he shoved the firecrackers in his pocket. “I’m happy these didn’t go off.”

You smiled tightly and nodded. “No problem,” you mumbled, getting shoved into him by someone passing by.

He steadied you then shouted, “Hey!” after them, throwing up a lewd gesture. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, smiling briefly.

“Good,” he said, checking his pocket watch. “Shit, I’m late.” He snapped the watch closed before taking off. “I’m sorry again!” He called to you over shoulder, running into yet another person. “Sorry!”

You smiled a tight lipped smile before walking away briskly to get to your class across the castle.

Potions was in the dungeons, and you slid your usual seat behind Remus, who was already there and sitting next to Peter, just in time, the door closing with a thud.

Glancing up at the back of his head, you sighed. His hood was wonky, and his hair had grown since you last drew him at this angle. You rifled through your things, searching for your sketchbook.

But it was missing.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, tucking your hair behind your ears.

You checked the books again, hoping you had just misplaced it in the stack. You checked under the table, seeing nothing except a lost boomslang skin.

You sighed, trying to calm yourself. Maybe you had left it in your dorm room and forgot? That couldn’t be. You had all your books, including your sketchbook, at the house table before class.

You opened your potions book. The color drained from your face.

Sirius Orion Black, 1977 was scrawled on the front page along with the rest of the people who had checked out the classroom copy of this book.

Sirius had your potions book, and you knew for certain he had your sketchbook.

Feeling woozy, you let your head hit the table.

Sirius had your sketchbook filled with drawings of his best friend.

You thought you were going to throw up, a leaden feeling filling your belly. Squeezing your tear-pricked eyes shut, you lifted your head with your hands on your face.

“Hey, are you alright?” A muffled voice asked, and you peeked behind your fingers, staring your muse right in the face. “You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Or cry,” Peter said, but you didn’t pay any attention to him.

“‘M fine,” you mumbled, taking your hands from your face to get the full picture of him.

Remus, his brown eyes full of worry, was staring at you, and all you wanted to do was take a mental snapshot so that you could sketch it when you got your sketchbook back.

If you got your sketchbook back.

“Did you forget your quill?” He asked, glancing at the table. “We’re revising today.”

You swallowed thickly, glancing at the table as well, no quill to be found. You nodded, looking back at him to find him already staring.

“I have extras,” he said, turning from you to reach in his bag. He grabbed one, as well as an ink pot, handing them to you. “Here.”

Your hand shook as you took it, smiling tightly. “Thank you,” you mumbled.

Remus’ gaze stayed on your hand, his brow furrowing again. “Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded, staring down at your book. “Did you forget parchment?”

“No, I’m fine,” you lied. You thought your heart was going to beat right out of your chest. Trying to play it cool, you huffed, rolling your eyes. “Just revisions, you know?”

“You always do just fine,” Remus said, smiling. It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows. How would he know that? “I’ve seen the grades you get on them. I mean, you got an outstanding on your garrotting gas revision.”

You shrugged as soon as Professor Slughorn stood in front of the class. He called attention, and Remus threw you one last reassuring smile before turning around.

The class period went by slowly, and without your sketchbook, you actually had to try and take notes. But you couldn’t. Your sketchbook was quite literally in the hands of your worst nightmare: the most curious person you knew.

You knew well that curious minds stuck together and always thought alike.

You burst into the corridor after class was over, desperately looking for Sirius. You knew he just had to be coming back this way. You knew him well enough to know that he had quidditch practice next, just like James, who had been wearing his seeker robes all day.

You spotted him, hopping on one foot and fixing his knee pad as he walked next to said seeker.

“Hi,” you said shakily as you approached him. “I accidentally took your potions book-”

Sirius dropped his foot, a surprised look gracing his face. “I was wondering why mine had drawings in the margins!”

You took a deep breath, gnawing on your lip slightly before hurriedly saying, “Did you happen to take anything of mine?”

“Sorry?” he asked as if he couldn’t hear you.

You swallowed, trying again. “I-It has a dark yellow cover? Leather. First page is blank.” Intentionally, you thought to yourself. You held up your hands. “About this big?”

He exchanged a look with James then shook his head. “Didn’t see it. I can check my books when I get back to my dorm, though.”

You sighed shakily. “O-okay,” you said, sighing again. “If you find it-”

“I’m sure I’ll bump into you again,” Sirius said, nudging you. You didn’t react, so he cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’ll get it back to you.”

“Thank you,” you said pointedly, glancing at James before walking away.

The whole situation sketched you out, and all you could do was hope they didn’t look at it.

“I wonder if she’s any good,” Sirius said, sitting criss-crossed on his bed, staring at the sketchbook. “She seemed… protective.”

“We could always take just a peek,” James suggested. His bed was pulled right against Sirius’ as he was laid on his stomach, heels of his hands supporting his head. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll look,” Peter offered. His bed was on the opposite side, but he laid on his side, eyeing the book. “I’ve always wondered what that book is. She never puts it down in potions.”

“We’re not opening it,” Remus sighed, not taking his eyes off the page of his book. “That’s fucked up. It’s like a private journal.”

“Full of drawings,” Sirius stated, crossing his arms. “It’s different.”

“It’s not any different.” Remus dropped his book, huffing as he sat up, “Would you like it if she read through your journals and rifled through your sketchbooks?”

“Well, no, actually,” James answered for Sirius, sitting up. “I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“That’s because all it says is, ‘Lily, Lily, Lily. Why doesn’t Lily love me?’” Remus caught the pillow thrown at his face, throwing it back at James. “Am I wrong?”

“It’s all it says,” Peter said, shielding his face from another one of James’ pillows. “I’ve read it,” he mouthed, but James saw.

“Hey!” He gasped, throwing yet another pillow.

“Give it here,” Remus said, getting up to cross the room. Sirius grabbed it off his bed, holding it to his chest.

“No,” he said immaturely, as if he was a little brother. “I don’t think I will.”

“Seriously, mate,” Remus said, his hand outstretched as soon as he stood at the foot of the bed. “Come on.”

“You’d want to look through someone else’s things,” Sirius said, angling his body away from Remus. “You just don’t want us to look at it because you like her.”

“So what if I do?” Remus shrugged, not caring about his obvious crush. “It’s not right.”

“What if you’re in there?” James asked, his eyebrows raising. “What then?”

His eyebrows furrowed to badly hide his flushing cheeks. “I wouldn’t be-”

The three boys guawaffed loudly.

“Are you kidding me?!” Peter called, sitting straight up. “Mate.”

“Don’t be stupid, Remus,” Sirius groaned, throwing the sketchbook on the bed. “She never stops looking at you.”

Remus’ heart beat loudly in his ears. “Really?” This was news to him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” James asked rhetorically, grabbing the sketchbook from where it bounced to him. He began thumbing through the pages absentmindedly. “She’s looking at you almost as much as you’re looking at her…” His voice trailed off as he slid his glasses off to the top of his head.

“James-” Remus warned, reaching to grab the sketchbook.

“No, hold on a minute,” James said, slapping his hand away as he showed Sirius. Peter peeked over Sirius’ shoulder, taking a look. The three looked at him in unison, glancing at the sketchbook then at him again.

“What?!” Remus asked, reaching for the sketchbook again, but Sirius grabbed it, looking at it closer.

“It’s you,” Sirius said, meeting his friend’s eyes.

“What?” Remus asked, feeling his heartbeat go quiet. For all he knew it could’ve stopped.

“It’s you!” Peter said, snatching the sketchbook from Sirius and shoving it toward Remus. “She even got the scar on your nose just right.”

James slid his glasses over his eyes as Remus took the sketchbook, his eyes wide.

“Did you know you have a mole on your cheek?” He asked, poking at his own. “Right there? She got that too.”

Remus stared in awe at the drawing in front of him. There was no denying that it was a sketch of him, in all his broody likeness. He was standing in the aisle of the train, leaning against a frame of a cabin door. His arms were crossed over his sweater clad chest, pushed slightly up due to the still-hot September sun.

He could remember that moment. James was on the lookout for Lily, so he dragged Remus into the aisle, wanting someone else to help watch. Remus stood across from him, a scowl ever present on his face. He just wanted to sit after the change two days ago, but instead he stood, hoping Lily would pass sooner rather than later.

As he looked, he saw you sitting, just in the cabin behind James’ left side. You looked like you were reading a book, your head leaning up against the window. He smiled to himself, admiring how you were still in your “muggle” clothes. You glanced at him, but Remus was sure to look away in time, readjusting his scowl and ignoring how the tips of his ears burned red.

Remus shook the memory from his head and quickly shut the sketchbook, holding it out to Sirius. “You better give it back to her.”

Sirius scoffed, taking it. He thumbed through the pages and scoffed again. He stood on his knees at the edge of his bed, pushing it into Remus’ chest. “I think you should give it back to her. You’re in every damn picture.”

Remus’ eyes widened as he took it back, opening it again. He turned each page carefully, his face turning redder and redder the further he went on.

“I thought you said it was fucked up to look through people’s things?” It was James’ turn to be a little brother. Remus threw him a glare.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, shutting the sketchbook. He held it up. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Give it back to her?” Peter suggested, earning a middle finger.

“Give it back to her and tell her you like her,” James suggested earnestly. Remus sighed, staring at the cover of the book. “Your journal is full of her, mate. We all know-”

“James!” Remus shouted as Peter snickered.

“Look,” Sirius said, finally getting off his bed. He clapped an arm around Remus’ shoulder. “She obviously likes you, and you obviously like her. I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Yeah,” Remus mumbled. He slipped the sketchbook in his pocket. “Yeah, cheers.”

Sirius got back on his bed as Remus turned his back, walking back towards his bed. He paused, turning around slightly.

“Don’t say anything,” he said, enunciating every word as he specifically made sure to catch each of their eyes. “Please.”

Sirius dramatically put a fist of his heart. “Marauder’s honor.” The other two nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” Remus said pointedly then turned around, climbing into his bed and shutting the curtains.

You stayed awake all night, staring at the ceiling.

If the boys had gone through it, which you knew they most definitely had, you were never going to live it down. Any semblance of a so-called friendship would be gone.

Worst of all, they were going to make fun of you.

And the self-coined Marauders didn’t take poking fun lightly.

You squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to just disappear.

Remus hardly slept either, staring at the curtain of his bed all night long. The snoring was evident that everyone else had slept except for him.

He had to talk to you today. He had to give the sketchbook back to you. Whether or not he’d say anything about the contents? He hadn’t decided. The idea of it made his palms sweat.

Remus got up long before anyone else in his room did, wanting to avoid any of the boyish hazing he would’ve gotten otherwise. Feeling bold, he got dressed and started his way down to the Hufflepuff barrels to meet you right away.

This was a pressing matter he had to get out of the way instantly.

You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you climbed out of the barrel holes, your hair braided half-heartedly. You looked like a mess, your face pale and your eyebags dark.

“Hey!” Remus called your name, emerging from the corner of the walled off corridor. You turned to face him, suddenly not feeling tired anymore. “I have this for you!”

Your heart dropped. Your sketchbook.

You took two giant steps toward him and grabbed the sketchbook, your eyes wide as you seemingly turned paler. You clutched it to your chest, mumbling, “Thanks.”

Remus cleared his throat as his cheeks tinged pink. “You’re really good at drawing,” he said.

The woozy feeling came back. “You saw?”

He nodded, his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m so sorry,” you burst out, trying to hand Remus the sketchbook. “You can burn it, alright? Or just- just destroy all the drawings or whatever you want. I don’t need it anymore, okay? I’m sorry. It was weird, I- I know, but I’m really-”

“No! I’m sorry!” Remus said, his hand meeting your shoulder with a gentle squeeze. “Don’t do that. They’re really well done.”

“What?” You asked breathily, the color rejoining your face in a tomato-y bloom.

“You got the likeness of me down pat,” he said, smiling. Honestly smiling.

“What?”

He quirked an eyebrow, taking the sketchbook from your hand. He opened up to one as if he memorized the page it was on.

It was one of your favorites.

Both you and Remus happened to be in the same class for Astrology. It was night, and he was staring at the sky, ignoring everything that Professor Adair was saying. You were also ignoring everything the professor was saying, sketching Remus’ profile instead.

“This looks like me,” he said, handing you the book as he pointed. “My hair, my nose, my mouth. I honestly don’t know how you captured me like that.”

He was being too kind. Your heart dropped as you took it away, clutching it to your chest again.

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked earnestly.

“What? No! Oh my god, no! I’m being- I’m flattered!” Your expression still looked pained. He sighed, backing away slightly, still smiling. “Do you want to come to Honeydukes with me this weekend?”

“What?” You asked, causing Remus’ smile to grow.

“I think you need your ears cleaned out,” he teased, handing the sketchbook back to you. “Honeydukes? This weekend? I think it’d be fun if you and I went.”

“Are you being serious?” You asked, taken aback.

“Do I look like I’m joking?” he asked, smiling as he shook his head. “Please? It’d be fun! You can read my journal as payback.”

“I’ll go,” You said, a shy smile appearing. “I don’t need to read your journal though.”

“Why not?” Remus shrugged. “It’s all about you anyway.”

“Oh.”

#answered ask #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x fem!reader #fem!artist!reader

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fragileruns · 11 months

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Hey can I submit a request for Rooster please? Perhaps where he and the reader met as teens and have been together for a while and they rarely argue, but they’ve had an argument and are trying to stay mad at each other but they can’t and it’s like super fluffy but also a lil bit of angst dashed in there? 💗

hi, lovely!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope this is what you wanted <33 ily! also, for everyone else, i’m working on fics for the speak now (taylor’s version) event! i’m planning on either posting one for mean or enchanted sometime this week <3

warnings: very very light angst, some cursing, fluffy ending w/ lovesick bradley/reader, reader is called needy, female terms used for reader, not proofread

You and Bradley hardly ever argued. At least, not over anything major - maybe over who’s turn it was to do dishes, or over where to eat, but anything else was a rare occasion, which was surprising for a couple that had been together over twenty years, but nice.

The not-so nice part, though, was that when you did argue, it was always so much worse. It was filled with pent up frustration and it never ended well. Tonight might have been the worst one yet.

It started off small, both of you being tired after having long days, and neither of you were in the mood to be messed with. You argued over what to eat, then over how messy the house was, and it somehow escalated from there. It went from him, in somewhat nicer terms, calling you lazy and you telling him you could use help trying to clean things up, to you accusing him of never being home and him telling you that you were too needy.

You both said hurtful things, and you knew you were no better in the argument than he had been, but that had been what hurt the most.

“God, you’re just so fucking needy all the time. I can’t come runnin’ home everytime my girlfriend decides she wants to cuddle or something. This is my job.”

You were silently washing the dishes now, and Bradley glanced up from where he was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands every few seconds. He felt guilty, but he was hurt, too. He wanted an apology as much as you did.

Once you got down to the last dish, Bradley watched you scrub it more times than it needed to be, and you dried it as slow as you possibly could. It was killing him, and he needed you to finish and just say something. Anything. Even if he didn’t want to hear it.

You set the dish to the side, and rather than walking to the couch to talk things out, like he had expected, you just went straight upstairs to your shared bedroom. He was quick to follow up, like a puppy on a leash, but he still stayed silent. You ignored the fact that he was on your tail, keeping your gaze ahead of you.

You changed into more comfortable clothes, and he had been sitting on the bed once you came out of the bathroom, watching your every move. You grabbed a pillow from the bed and once you reached for the blanket, he broke.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleeping somewhere else.”

“You’re not doing that.” It wasn’t a question, and he grabbed the blanket from your grasp before reaching from the pillow. You let him, but he could still see the upset on your face.

“I don’t want to be around you right now. I’m still mad.”

“I’m not exactly thrilled with you either, sweetheart, but you’re not sleeping on the couch or anywhere else. That’s not how this works, you know it.” And you did. You both had an agreement, from your first big fight - it was right after you had graduated highschool, and long distance in college was tricky to navigate. You had been mad at each other and refused to text or call for days, and even after you were both over it, it felt too awkward to reach out first. So, the rule was formed: never go to bed without talking to each other. Even if you’re still both upset, running away or avoiding each other wasn’t an option.

“You hurt my feelings,” you admitted, your voice quieter than you would have liked, and Bradley sighed at the confession. His hands reached out to grab your own, and despite how much you longed for the comfort, you pulled them away. He frowned, but didn’t force it.

“You hurt my feelings, too. We both said some things we shouldn’t have.”

You knew he was right, but you were stubborn and he knew that. You looked down to the floor instead of responding, and he stood up from where he was sitting so that he could cup your cheeks and force your gaze back on him.

“I’m sorry, okay? We were both in the wrong, but I shouldn’t have said that. You’re not too needy. And if I could come running home everyday just to spend time with you, I would. If there’s a needy one in this relationship, it’s me, and I’m sorry for saying that to you,” he spoke first, letting your head go once he got his point across.

“I’m sorry, too. I was horrible. I shouldn’t have said you’re never home ‘cos I know you want to be, I know you’re here as much as you can - and you do help out, a lot. More than you should have to, I was just so upset and I don’t even know why,” you bursted out, the apology having built up until you couldn’t stand it. You just hadn’t wanted to be the first one to break.

Bradley sighed, being quick to wrap you into his arms, pressing your head into his chest, kissing the top of your hair. “I know, it’s okay. It was just a long day, hmm?”

“I’m sorry,” you said again, quieter this time. And, as if he had some sort of sixth sense for these things (which he does, he calls it the ‘boyfriend sense’), he pulls your head back to wipe away the oncoming tears.

“It’s okay, I forgive you. You don’t have to apologize again, we’re okay,” he assured you, though it didn’t stop the tears. All the emotions from the argument had gotten pent up, and you couldn’t push them back in now. “Hey, I was an asshole too, huh? If anything, I should be apologizing to you. Can’t believe I called my perfect girl needy.”

You could tell he was just trying to switch things back around to him, always being the one to do anything to stop you from crying. You were grateful, so you played along. “Lazy, too.”

“Lazy, too. My poor girl, I’m sorry.” Your head was back laying on his chest now, and he was mumbling into your hair. You knew it was all for the sake of cheering you up, both of you knew there wasn’t just one person in the wrong. That wasn’t how your fights worked.

“I don’t like being mad at you,” you admitted, calming down a bit from where he had been rubbing your back. “You make it too hard.”

“I make it hard? You were giving me the silent treatment, how was I supposed to deal with that? You know I can’t go a second without hearing your voice.”

“That’s why I do it.”

“Mean.” He said, and you knew he was joking. His hands fell to your sides, pinching the skin there lightly, and you pulled away from him with a slight giggle. He grinned at the sound, successful in his mission at getting rid of your upset. He sat down on the edge of the bed again, pulling you with him to curl up on his lap.

You let out a content sigh as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, peppering light kisses there.

“Can we never fight again?”

“You ask this everytime, honey.”

“Yeah, and we still fight. I think,” you started, getting distracted by the kisses he was leading up to your face now, and you tried to hold back your grin. “I think you should just always agree with me.”

“Yeah?” He questioned as he placed a kiss to your cheek, and you only nodded your head. “I guess I can do that.”

You both knew he wouldn’t, that another fight would be inevitable. But, you also knew that it’d always end the same way, just like this: both of you too lovesick to ever stay mad.

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astrhoeluvr · 2 years

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Astrhoe observations Pt.2 🫂🥰🫶🏻

(thank you all for all the love on my previous post🥺)

Back to 👉🏻 my materialist 👁️🫦👁️.

a lil disclaimer : these are just my personal observations, so don’t take any of them to heart🥳.Some could be applicable to you and some would differ, so take all of them with a grain of salt OKIE! enough of me blabbing let’s get on with it🫶🏻🥰

🥵: Saturnian doms 🤝🏻 milfs/dilfs (y’all age like FINE WINE 🍷 💅🏻✨)

🤨💻: Aquarius moons are literally SO GOOD WITH TECHNOLOGY. My brother has this placement and I literally run 🏃🏻‍♀️ to him when I need to get something fixed.

🌕👀: OKAY BUT LIKE CANCER PLACEMENTS ARE LITERALLY SO FUNNY. Like why is this not talked about more often???? Y’all literally have me rolling on the floor 🥲🥲😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨.

💃🔥: I’ve noticed many famous dancers with Venus- Mars aspects. Like y’all are so smooth with your moves. LITERALLY BREATHTAKING. Y’all are the embodiment of “SHE’S AN ICON, SHE’s a LEGEND AND SHE IS THE MOMENT”💅🏻🥵. (If you need a dance partner, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE 😳👀)

💸💰: having any planet at 2° could indicate a lot of success wealth and fame (esp if your Uranus/Jupiter is at 2°) Y’ALL ARE GONNA MAKE IT BIG🔥😮‍💨. I think Bill Gates has his Uranus at 2° too😳😳👀.

🗣️💪🏻: pluto-mercury aspects are such powerful aspects. Your words hold SO much power. But ofc you must be cautious with what you say because you have so much influence over people that y’all can convince people to do anything and I mean ANYTHING (even negative and questionable things🤨) just by communicating.

☀️🤣: sun conjunct Jupiter will literally laugh at ANYTHING.😭 like y’all could see someone just walking and y’all would be like “🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣”. HMM LIKE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS FUNNY IN THAT?🎤🤨😭But y’all are genuinely so FUN to be around. Your laugh is literally so contagious.😮‍💨🫶🏻

🔥🌊: water and fire placement culture is listening to sad music when they’re already sad, just to make themselves cry🤡🤡😭.

💭👀: cancer mercury’s HAVE SUCH A GOOD MEMORY. They’d literally be like “oh yeah I remember the coffee order you bought the last time we met which was approximately a year ago and I got it for you, hope the order is correct haha 🥰. It was a Grande Carmel Macchiato in a venti cup, 1/3 whole milk,1/3 soy milk, double the amount of vanilla syrup, caramel wall in the cup, whipped cream, rounded lid, 1 shot espresso (decaf) and cinnamon sprinkled on top right?” And you’d be standing there like huh😦😀🧍🏻‍♀️.

🍀🧿: Jupiter in the 12th house/ Jupiter in Pisces and even Jupiter trine Neptune are DIVINELY PROTECTED. The luck they have is incredible.

Okay that’s all for today luvs🥰🫶🏻

(Please do not plagiarise or copy any of my work <33)

- san✨🍵🪴📖🧘🏻‍♀️

#astrology #aesthetic #astrology observations #astronomy #astro #my notes #virgo venus #mars #jupiter #beauty #venus signs #energy #astro observations #slay #universe #zodiac #birth #birth chart

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allmyn1ghts · 7 months

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hii <3 could you write somethin with jey where him and r have a child nd r convinces jey to dress up with all of them to take christmas photos? 😭

christmas tings ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Jey Uso x Reader

Synopsis: you want to take Christmas photos, Jey doesn’t. You always get your way somehow.

Warnings: whole lotta fluff

Word Count: 857

A/N: my first-ever request how exciting!! this is such a super fun n' cute idea, thank you for requesting <33

"You wanna do what now?" your husband questions as he looks up from his phone, staring at you like you have two damn heads. "I wanna take Christmas pictures this year Jey! I think it would be so much fun, dontcha think?" You and Jey had been happily married for about five years now and three years in, you welcomed your beautiful baby girl, Gia. You loved your little family, so why wouldn't you take family Christmas photos?

"Yeah?" he says sarcastically. "Yes, Jey!! And then we can get them turned into Christmas cards and send them out to everyone!" you tell him as you walk over to your shared bed, where he sits, following your moving figure. "Yeaa Im good on that one Uce."

"The hell you mean you good?" now it was your turn to question him.

"I just think that whole Christmas picture and cards thing is a lil corny." he shrugs his shoulders.

"Jey, you fuckin' with me right now?" you raise a brow.

"Whatchu' mean?" he looks back down at his phone, doing whatever he was doing prior.

"Joshua Fatu do not play stupid with me right now.". you fold your arms together, he was starting to piss you off, and that's the last thing he ever wants to do to you. He looks right back up to you, giving you all of his attention. "Okay, Okay, damn girl you got me. Can I at least think about it first?" You continue to stare at him.

"I ain't winning this one, am I"

"Not a chance."

a few days later...⋆˙⟡♡

Today, you planned for a photographer to come to your home and take your long-awaited Christmas photos. You're in your two-year-old daughter's room, getting her ready. "you look soo beautiful my love!" you tell Gia as you finish putting on her shoes. She gives you the cutest smile ever. Behind you, you hear Jey's footsteps coming closer to the room. He's wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater ever, and you love it. You decided the three of you would wear ugly Christmas sweaters to add some fun to the photos. " Well don't you look handsome!" you tease. You pick up Gia and walked towards him.

"I appreciate you being such a good sport, Jey." You give him a kiss that makes him smile ever so slightly. "Look at my baby! So damn pretty, just like her momma" He says taking your daughter from your grasp, attacking her with kisses. "Watch your damn mouth Jey," you say nudging him. "you know she's starting to repeat everything!" you don't realize until after you reprimanded him that you made the same mistake he did. He looks at you with a teasing grin.

"Don't you dare" you smile

"Oh my god, Y/N! Watch your mouth! She repeats everything"

You roll your eyes playfully as he brings the three of you into a hug.

⋆˙⟡♡

"Beautiful guys! Let's get a final one of yall together"

You hold your toddler in your hands while Jey hugs you from behind. The picture-taking had been going on for about an hour or two, and yall were ready to be done. "You know y/n, this ain't so bad." Jey tells you. "you see! I told you it would be fun" you say leaning into him.

"Perfert! Yall look great, the pictures came out great too." The photographer walks over to yall, showing the shots they got. You were in love with them. There were a mix of candid photos and ones you actually posed for. Some had the three of you, just your daughter, or just you and Jey. "Oh, babe!! I love them, whatcha think?" you say looking up at Jey. "My two favorite girls, lookin' beautiful as always". He kisses your forehead and looks at the photographer. "You killed that Uce, 'preciate it."

"I'll send em all to y/n once I get them all on the computer." The photographer begins to pack up their stuff. "Thanks again!" you say as he walks out. "Ion know bout you, but that bed upstairs is callin' my name." You laugh at his comment. "oh absolutely, it's nap time for all of us." You look at your daughter whos passed out on the couch.

⋆˙⟡♡

After a few weeks, you finally received the pictures and made them into Christmas cards.

"Hey Jey, come down here for a sec, I got somthin' to show you!" He comes down the stairs a few seconds later and heads towards you in the kitchen. "Wassup mama?". You hand him the card. "They finally came!" He looked at the card reading the text.

Merry Christmas From The Fatu Family! Love, Y/N, Joshua & Gia. Followed by a collage of many photos taken that day.

"They look great baby, thank you for doin' all this."

"Aww don't get all sappy on me now, I remember how much you hated the idea! Now look at 'chu." You both laughed.

"Yeah yeah whatever you say y/n," he says before kissing your forehead and going back upstairs.

Something tells you this is the start of a brand new tradition in your family.

Thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed please like n' reblog and let me know what you thought in the comments <3

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#jey uso #jey uso x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #jey uso x fem!reader #black writers #wwe fanfiction #jey uso fanfiction #main event jey uso #wrestling #wrestling fanfiction

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kun-diman · 6 months

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dilf!nanami x reader prompt

so I've been listening to this song:

and the first person that came on my mind was actually fukuzawa from bsd (LAWDD I LOVE THAT DILF SO MUCH 😭) but that's besides the point... so I decided to write some prompts for a nanami smut fic

title (?): summer fling means nothing to someone who's way older than you, or summer fling don't mean a thing

• 18 years old female!reader decided to spent her first summer as an adult in her grandma's vacation house somewhere close to the beach.

• coincidentally, 33 years old!nanami has a beach house and is pretty close to reader's grandma since he always spent his summer there and they're neighbors.

• reader has daddy issues and she just got her heart absolutely wrecked by a guy her age last winter.

• reader's grandma frequently invited nanami to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner, to which nanami can't refuse and helps reader prepare food.

• sexual tension every damn time in the kitchen.

• obviously both reader and nanami has seen each other in swim wear and gets turned on when they see each other.

• one night, reader get's a sudden surge of confidence and shoot her shot.

• unexpectedly, nanami agrees to a summer fling (even though he feels a lil' guilty cuz he thinks of how your grandma will react if she knows(but you tell him that it'll be a secret between the two of you))

• sex EVERYWHERE. on the kitchen. in your bedroom. every corner of nanami's beach house. and of course, IN THE BEACH AND IN THE WATER. (special mention, the heavy making out when your grandma isn't looking)

• reader get's a call from her ex and STUPIDLY decided to answer which leads to her having a breakdown

• nanami comes in aid and holds reader while she cries

• a very suspicious "passionate" kiss with nanami after you calmed down

• reader decided to confess her feelings to nanami the next day after thinking about it for the whole night but...

• reader receives a letter from her grandma saying it's from nanami, and that he left earlier in the morning

• long short story— after THAT event, you never heard from nanami again which made you blue for the rest of the summer but you eventually moved on 'cause y'know what they say—

• summer fling don't mean a thing 😉😉😉

author's note: thank the heavens and above that fukuzawa is not real cuz if he is I need to fuck his dilf ass

#jjk smut #jjk fic #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x female reader #dilf nanami #young reader #fukuzawa I fucking love you so much #gn stories with gabi

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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The Trouble With Love

Part One 🌸❤️

Based on an idea I had a couple of days ago ❤️🌸

Steve Harrington x Reader fic where he's married to Nancy but the fantasy he had in his head many years ago doesn't transpire and he's deeply unhappy as is she.

Both are too stubborn to admit anything is wrong. He's fine Dustin stop being a butthead okay?

Jonathan is around all the time and so are you... His next-door neighbour and his goddaughter's (Robin and Vickie's kid) preschool teacher who he can't stop running into, arguing with or thinking about.

Steve is 33, reader is in her 20's

Warnings; Angst, trouble in paradise, a bucket load of sexual tension.

Part one, possible series ☺️💕

Lmk if you want to be tagged x

I don't give anyone permission to copy, repost my work.

If you enjoyed this pls consider liking or reblogging.

💕

It was quiet this morning, too quiet, Steve didn't like when it got too quiet because the thoughts he so easily pushed aside came rushing to the surface.

Thoughts about Nancy and their marriage and the hopeless sense of despair he had been feeling for months maybe even longer now.

After a few years away from Hawkins with Nancy becoming a well-known journalist and Steve staying in Hawkins with Robin to help rebuild the town after its destruction by Vecna and The Upside Down's defeat, he and Nancy met again and took a second chance at dating.

This time things worked out at least for the first few years. Nancy's ambition grew bigger and bigger while Steve did his best to support her even though his dreams of discussing starting a family were out on hold again.

He had that fantasy, the perfect fantasy of him and Nancy with six lil nuggets in the summertime, on a road trip in a Winnebago.

He told Nancy that years ago and he was still hopeful that could happen. He was thirty-three and they had time to do it.

Well, maybe not six lil nuggets but even a few would be nice because Steve had always envisioned a big family for himself.

It's just he wished Nancy took his dreams seriously such as he did for her.

He grew up as an only child with a mother and father who thought throwing money his way for several years constituted as them being attentive.

The truth was he spent more time with nanny's and his grandmother than his parents and he knew that when he had kids he wanted to make sure they knew how loved and treasured they were.

He never wanted them to feel lonely as he did, in truth the only decent thing his father did for him now was get him a great job in his company, flex hours, benefits, amazing pay.

When a child did finally come along then he would be able to stay at home as much as he possibly could.

The thoughts of how he was going to broach the subject again to Nancy was fully in his mind once more but the phone ringing caught his attention.

It was Robin "Hey dingus, can you pick up Anna for me? Have to take Vickie to an emergency dentist appointment and she's fteaking out incase we're late to pick Anna up"

This brightens his mood considerably, he adored his goddaughter.

"Yeah, sure Rob, I'll pick her up" Robin briefs a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Steve, I owe you one" With a click she's gone and he heads to Hawkins Preschool to pick up Anna.

His good mood lasts until he sees you, Anna's teacher and his next-door neighbour who drove him crazy.

Anna adored you and called you Miss Smiley because you were always happy, smiling and saccharine sweet to everyone in Steve's opinion.

It irritated Steve to no end because you weren't sweet as pie to him, you called him out on his bullshit all the time, and he had never known anyone to get under his skin quite like you did.

He reaches the preschool with time to spare and finds you and Anna waiting outside, she's holding your hand and babbling excitedly to you, there's a big grin on your face as you listen to Anna indulgently.

"Good afternoon, Mr Harrington," you say sweetly and he scowls because being called Mr Harrington makes him feel like his dad or some shit.

"It's Steve" he reminds you for the umpteenth time and you look all innocent and sweet but he's sure you're doing it to annoy him.

"Uncle Steve" Anna beams giving him a toothy smile and hugging his legs, his heart melts and the ache for a child of his own grows even more.

"Hi, Anna Banana, how's my best girl?" she shows him the drawing he did. A picture of him, Robin and Robin.

"See Mama, mama, and you" She beams and he picks her up and hugs her close, all his stress melting away for a second due to the picture.

It's all squiggles mostly but there are two figures holding hands, Robin and Vickie and then there's Steve, he identifies himself through the vast amount of hair that Anna has drawn.

"I love it, sweetheart" he assures her and he catches your eye surprised to see you smiling at him, genuinely.

"She got a gold star today for that drawing, well all the kids did but Anna's was a personal favourite" he cocks his eyebrow curious.

"Oh yeah?" you nod and gesture to the picture.

"Captured your hair and pose perfectly" pose?

"Mama!" Anna squeals and he sees Robin coming out of her car. She beams at him gratefully and takes Anna from him.

"Vickie said to catch up with you and invite you to dinner tomorrow. It's pizza night" That goes down well with Anna who claps excitedly.

"Yay! Pizza" He nods confirming this with Robin then turns back to you annoyed.

"What pose? I don't pose" you chuckle and Robin watches the both of you amused as Vickie comes to get Anna to take her to the car.

"Oh you know it's kinda like a scolding dad, hands-on-hips, I'm so over this shit look" His eyes widen and he hears Robin stifle her laughter.

"I do not... He realises he's doing the very same pose she was talking about and rolls his eyes. Great.

Robin realising that the two of them could argue for hours wisely decides to head to the car and go home.

She will hear all about it from Steve later, she always does.

Can you believe that yn said this? She's such a brat? Do you all believe this Miss Smiley shit? I can't stand her.

Lather rinse repeat. Blah blah blah. For someone he couldn't stand, he talked about you enough.

It did take his mind off him and Nancy though and while Nancy was her friend Steve was her platonic soulmate and she knew that his and Nancy's marriage wasn't as perfect as they tried to portray.

There were too stubborn to admit any problems and it didn't help that Jonathan was back in Hawkins again.

Dustin had tried to get through to Steve as well but Steve would insist nothing was wrong.

"I'm fine Dustin don't be a butthead" is all he would say, she wishes she could help but until Steve admitted there was a problem what could she do?

💕

"You need to relax a little you know Mr Harrington, stress isn't good for you, plus the kids pick up on it" you tell him.

He looks at you like you've grown two heads and counts to three to tame his irritation but it doesn't work.

"I am relaxed. It's you that drives me crazy, just cut the shithead antics yeah?" You're quiet and he turns away then you speak again.

"Yes, sir" It's a little taunt, teasing and he freezes at the sir. Freezes because the sir goes straight to his cock and he feels a wave of guilt wash over him.

What was this? You were irritating and nosey and he couldn't stand you and he had Nancy! He storms away from you and vows to stay far away from your annoying sweet smile.

💕💕

Nancy is back once he gets in from work, also Jonathan Byers's car is parked in their driveway and he puts a smile on his face not wanting to fight.

Jonathan is showing Nancy some of his photos of his various trips around America, and the two of them are laughing and drinking wine.

Jonathan gets up and picks up his jacket giving him a small smile.

"I better go, I'll see you later" Nancy nods and see him out, when she comes back inside she gives him a quick kiss.

"I've got some papers to write. Do you want takeout for dinner?" he nods and pulls off his jacket.

"Just spent some time with Anna, she drew the cutest picture, Nance" Nancy smiles at this and he feels his heart thump nervously as he broaches the subject of kids.

It's been a long time since they talked about it.

"Hey, Nance? It would be nice if we could think about having a little nugget huh?" she sighs and runs her hand through her hair.

"Not now Steve, I'm getting really far with this new story and I don't have any time to take off for maternity or even think about the amount of childcare we would need to think of" his heart sinks because it's the same thing she said almost a year ago.

"Right okay" He nods and she rolls her eyes.

"Don't do that okay, don't make me feel bad about it okay? I don't need you pressuring me" he gapes.

"Pressure you? We talked about it last year Nance! I barely bring it up because you get like this. You know having kids is a big dream of mine, you've always known that.

"I support every dream of yours 110% but mine? You just dismiss them." she shakes her head.

"You know what? This is bullshit. You're bullshit and I don't have time for this" she picks up her jacket and storms out.

"Nance wait!" she's gone before he can apologise or say anything to stop her.

💕

He heads into the garden just to take a minute, the argument with Nancy firmly in his mind.

The pain he's feeling is intense and he's so tired of the arguments, he massages his head feeling sick to his stomach.

"Are you okay?" he looks up and finds you standing near his fence. Your eyes are full of concern and he nods.

"I'm fine" He pinches the bridge of his nose to stop the tears from coming, a minute or so later he hears his gate open.

When he looks up you're beside him, and the alarm is written all over your face, you gently place an arm on his shoulder.

"Steve" your voice is kind and he's startled that you've called his name and not Mr Harrington.

"It's uh, just Nance and I have been arguing a lot, it's nothing" but that wasn't true when they were getting to the point that they argued frequently, that something was breaking between them.

"I'm sorry, really I am," you tell him sincerely and he is grateful. It's nice to have someone with him, it's nice not to feel this crushing heartache alone.

It feels like his whole life is falling apart and he doesn't know what to do. He would never ask Nancy to give up her dreams but would she want him to give up his?

Why couldn't they find some compromise?

"I want kids and Nancy is really focused on work which is amazing, I'm so proud of her it's just... She knows how I feel about having a family and yet when I bring it up she shuts down like there's no hope of a compromise or anything"

You don't say anything you just stay with him and after a minute or so passes you gently tug on his shirt.

"You look like you could use a hug and I've been known to give good ones" you suggest and Steve thinks that sounds pretty great, he could use a friend right now.

Your arms wrap around him and he finds comfort in your embrace for a moment, there's a weird tension in the air though and it makes him nervous and he pulls away giving you a soft smile.

"Thanks" He squeezes your shoulder and he heads back inside confusion racing through his mind.

💕💕

When you head inside your house your heartbeat is just returning to normal.

This couldn't happen you couldn't focus on these feelings for Steve. It was so stupid and reckless and for goodness sake, he was married!!

Nothing could happen between the two of you, you really needed to get over this stupid crush.

It wasn't like he liked you anyway. Even if he wasn't married he found you annoying, he said so himself.

Why did you have to be attracted to someone who was completely unavailable? It made you feel like an idiot and just very low.

It was imperative that you needed to get over this crush before you ended up very hurt.

💕💕

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x you #steve harrington

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theloveinc · 1 year

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sometimes i think about bakugo and how he can switch between being so so mean during sex and absolutely worshipping his lover, taking all the time in the world reaaally slow making them feel everything

or maybe he says sweet things but fuck u like he hates u

idk i love him he's such a nerd

me clinging to praise(-ing you) kink bakugo ............... NO JUST KIDDING! i feel like everyone talks abt this tho so idk how unique my response is gonna be, but i totally agree.

no idea why this is where my mind is going, but i'm just imagining like... the one time Kiri overhears you having sex, he gets So concerned to the point of asking you about it... ("if Kat is being a little mean to you... I mean, if... I heard... were you okay last night?"), but you're just like "Huh? yeah ofc???" bc the whole time he was calling you nasty and greedy and sl*tty, he was also calling you pretty and moving his hips all slow and kissing up your whooooole body at the same time???

i think he just has a hard time slowing down his mouth, because other than the harsh words, it's all body worship and pleasure (and maybe even a lil bit of overstim). wouldn't even know otherwise with how deep he manages to get, and i feel like without any prior warning, the most he'll do is grip your ass or give you a lil spank whilst still being gentle.

in the opposite case however, he probably tones the words to focus more on your body. i feel like he'd be more quiet, but in between pulling your hair and holding your thighs down, it's all "good _, that's right, baby, and mine, my love" ... AHHHHH!!!

(would be funny too in an enemies to lovers, if this is how u found out he liked u. he cannot lie for even a single second despite the fact he was slapping your puddy like he owned it.)

BUT YES!! lovable nerd boy who's all about y-o-u either way. whatever you want... even if it's a lil whackadoodle <33

thank you, anon!!

it's also funny to think about him being in. rough / mean sex mood.... only to nut and get SoOoOo cuddly. falling on top of your body, smacking his lips, holding your cheek to kiss it ... yet two seconds ago, he literally just got done bruising your booty UP

#bakugo #was a little bit confused by this bc i didnt know if u wanted slow or rough so i tried to combine #but YES GOD #and it's so funny like... when the boys are talking about their smex lives and stuff #and bakugo is like. struggling on what to say #does he say he calls u a _ or does he say he made u come three times with his tongue alone #WHICH IS IT ... WHO IS HE #or like the gang knows u f*ck rough and bakugo is like. what do u mean it's weird to call them sweetheart and say i love u #when i've got them tied up???#LMFAOOOO TOO GOOD #but yes i love this #every time u f*ck u can pick of the nice bakugo menu #caitie things #anon #gen

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aeth-supremacy · 1 year

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Aether you say? I have soooo many ideas- I write for ghost too <3 aether is my bae tho

1. Aether with sick reader

2. Aether with reader with ptsd or childhood/religious trauma

3. Aether comforting reader on period

4. Ghoul reader letting their guard down after being summoned and accidentally falling sleep in his lap <333333

5. Ghoul reader newly summoned and always missing but actually in the garden

6. (Platonic) aether with younger teen reader going through teen stuff and it’s just fluffy dad vibes

I have some smutty ideas- I kinda specialize in that but fluff is so amazing! Ily <33

- lovely ice ghoul anon 🌬️

Thank you so much for these!! Ilyt! I have some spicy smutty Aether on the way, hopefully up this weekend, but here’s some more sweetheart Aeth while the reader is on their period :) <3 I’ll get to the other ones soon, but I have sooo many unfinished projects rn!

Aether - Comfort and Chamomile

Word Count: 950

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether surprises you with some sweet comfort as you deal with your time of the month.

Warnings: None! All fluffy.

Notes: I know everyone’s period experience can be different but I used mine as reference lol. I hope you guys enjoy! More is to come very soon, pls be patient with me and excuse how short this lil story is <333

As you sat in the bay window of your shared bedroom with Aether, you lazily turned the pages of the book in your hands. You were curled up, a blanket over your pajama-pant-ridden legs, and many pillows cushioning below and behind you. You read some poetry, hoping it would ignite something in your mind and spark inspiration or something to make you feel better. You groaned as you slammed the book shut. Your stomach was killing you, your back ached, your chest was sore… you just couldn't catch a break. You felt horrible, you had been so drained and lightheaded these last few days that you could swear you were bothering Aether. However, just as you would expect from a sweetheart like him, he treated you spectacularly without a second thought and was never bothered by your condition.

You looked out the window for a moment, admiring how the sun beamed down onto the leaves and waters of the chapel garden. If you weren't in such a pained state, you were sure you’d be tending to it by now. Unbeknownst to you, Aether had also just gotten out of practice and was on the way back to you. He knocked on the door gently before entering so he wouldn't scare you, then he pushed his way in carefully and greeted you with a smile. He walked over to your comfy spot in the window as you looked at him with adoration.

“Hello, amica mea. I brought you something!” He held up his hands, revealing a mug with steaming tea. He smiled excitedly as he handed it off to you, warning you of the heat. “I made it just minutes ago, be careful.” He spoke softly.

“Oh, Aeth- thank you, honey. What is this?” You were flattered that he went out of his way to stop in the kitchen and make tea for you, but you knew he would do so much more. He kneeled down to your level, placing a hand on your arm as he looked into your eyes.

“It’s chamomile tea! It should help with your stomach, your breakouts, and your anxieties. I looked up a good tea for all your symptoms while in the library and that was my conclusion. I hope you like it.” He waited for you to try it, his hand rubbing up and down on your arm in a soothing motion.

You brought the mug to your lips, gently blowing on the tea as you took a sip. You paused for a moment as you took in the taste. “Mmm- that’s not bad at all!” You looked over to Aether, who had the biggest smile on his adorable, maskless face. “Thank you so much, Aeth.” You motioned for him to come closer, and you placed a kiss on his lips as a thank-you.

“What were you reading?” He questioned as he noticed the book in your lap.

“Oh, just some poetry. Ya know, to take my mind off of things just a bit.” You explained and used your free hand to place the book in his hands. He examined the cover and flipped through a few pages before looking around the room.

“Would you like me to possibly read you some? I’d love to… if it would make you happy.” Aether gestured for you to get up and walk over to your shared bed.

“My dear, you are far too sweet to me… but I would love that.” As soon as you were done speaking, Aether took the tea from your hands and held out his arm for you to grab onto in case you were to stumble from your lightheadedness. He walked you slowly to the bed, being aware of your pains as you went. He placed your tea on your bedside table and tossed the book onto his side of the bed.

“C’mere,” He held out his arms to you. “I haven't hugged you yet, pretty girl.” Your heart warmed as you leaned into his hug, letting his big arms cage you in his safety. You warned him to be gentle and not squeeze you, and he happily obliged. He was happy to be loving on you at all, as he always was. He let you go with a kiss to the forehead and a helping hand under the covers. He got in beside you, letting you cuddle into him as he opened up your book.

Aether reading to you was the sweetest thing. He read softly, pointing out when a certain line reminded him of you. He held you softly with his free arm around your waist. When you wanted another drink, he allowed you to lean away and take a sip before he continued. He was patient, and caring, and oh so warm. As your amount of tea began to dwindle, you noticed how heavy your eyelids began to feel. You started to drift, cuddled into Aether’s chest and feeling the rumble of his voice as he read. He continued to hold you, his big warm hand rubbing your aching back. He looked down at you once he noticed your lack of motion and felt the absence of discomfort in your mood.

“Awww-” He whispered. “My sweet beauty. Sleep well, you deserve it.” He closed your book and placed it on his nightstand. He leaned into your cuddles, embracing the physical touch that you both loved so much. He wrapped both arms around you, bringing you further into his chest. He would do anything for you. He would take a lecture from Imperator for missing practice or dinner, he would make every tea, read every book, anything. He loves you. And that was all that mattered in that moment.

#aether ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul x reader #aether #aether x reader #ghost band #ghost bc x reader #ghost ghouls #ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #hes so sweet #quintessence ghoul #husband #daddy asf

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