#have to crack up everytime like they don't know they don't know

[cupid-styles]

I don't know if the requests are still open but I'd love a check up on tattoo artist harry cause I just love them so much 🥰🥰

proud (tattoorry/plugrry)

this was originally a patreon exclusive but I've had it in my drafts for months bc I really wanted to share it here!! so here it is! a little wholesome check-in with our cutie pie couple

word count: 2.4k

content warnings: minor mentions of mental health conditions including anxiety, depression, and trauma

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. . .

“Harry?”

Y/N’s gnawing on the skin of her bottom lip as she wrings her hands in her lap, nervousness apparent on her facial features. Harry glances up from his phone — he’s been mindlessly scrolling through cat videos on Instagram for the past half an hour or so, Friends on in the background as he and Y/N sit snuggled up in cozy throw blankets. 

She’d been working up the courage to say something for nearly two hours now, but everytime she went to part her lips and force the words out of her throat, she clammed up.

She couldn’t help the anxiety that crept through her bones, especially because she was used to constantly being looked down on. She knows Harry would never make her feel bad for any choice she made for herself, but what if he thought she was crazy? What if her trauma was too much to deal with? These were the worries that circulated her brain for days, ever since deciding that she wanted to seek out professional mental health help a few weeks ago.

“Hm?” he puts his phone down, locking the screen, “What’s up, dovie?”

Fidgeting with the skin surrounding her chipped nail polish, she swallows tightly. His eyes are analyzing her body language and she suddenly feels small and foolish beneath his gaze, solely because of the trauma from her parents.

They always treated her like she was less than, to the point where she wholeheartedly, truly believed it. In the few months that Y/N’s been on her own and officially dating Harry, he’s been helping her in ways she could have never imagined, but she didn’t want all of her issues to fall on him. It’s the main reason why she decided to find a therapist. 

“I’ve been thinking,” she rasps out, her voice cracking. “I think I’m going to start seeing a counselor. To deal with my, um… parents.”

Harry’s posture straightens and his eyebrows furrow, a concerned wrinkle forming between them. (It always showed up when Y/N mentioned anything relating to her family.) 

“What do you mean?” 

Rolling her lips into her mouth, she prepares the speech she’s been practicing in her head for days. 

“I just know I have a lot of trauma from them and I don’t want you to feel responsible for helping me through it all the time,” she says, reciting the explanation word-for-word, “It’s important for me to figure this out on my own and I want it to come from a mental health professional.”

Harry's look of worry almost instantly morphs into a gentle smile. He reaches out to intertwine their fingers together and gives her hand a small squeeze, much to Y/N’s relief. She was terrified he’d take it the wrong way, but the proud expression on his face says different. 

“That’s incredible, dovie. I’m so proud of you.” 

He leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead, the showcase of love instantly slowing her heartbeat. 

“You’re not mad?” she asks, peering up at him through thick eyelashes. 

“Of course not,” he shakes his head. “I could never be mad at you for wanting to work on yourself. I think it’ll be really helpful for you. Have you found someone yet?”

“No. I wanted to run it past you before looking.”

His heart cracks a bit but he tries not to let it show on his face. “You never have to do that, okay? You’re your own person, baby, and I have no right to tell you what to do with your life. Alright?”

It’s a strange way to look at life after having every decision of her life planned out for her since birth. She’s still adjusting — that much is obvious, but it isn’t her fault, and Harry works regularly to help her realize that in small doses. 

“Would you maybe help me find a person?” Y/N peeps out, playing with his fingers in her lap. Her eyes are set on their hands, still too nervous to look at him face-to-face. Harry, though he has no experience looking for therapists himself, still nods enthusiastically, willing to help her take whatever steps she needs. 

“Why don’t you grab your laptop?” he suggests. She reaches forward to pull it off the coffee table before Harry wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his side. She makes a soft ah!, surprised by his sudden movements, which of course results in a small, snarky smile on his end. 

Shuffling so the laptop is in his lap now, he opens it, has her put her password in, and searches up “therapists near me.” His eyes float to the nervous girl beside him, who’s taken up gnawing on her fingernails as he clicks on the first result. It’s a directory of mental health professionals close to them where you can filter by specialities, insurance, and other preferences. 

“Okay, dovie,” he croons gently, “What are you looking for in particular? Someone to help with stress?” 

She shrugs. “Um, maybe something a bit more. Maybe… anxiety? A-and family stuff?”

“That’s a good starting point,” he encourages, clicking on the appropriate filters. Immediately, a number of therapists that originally showed up disappear, but it still leaves them with a decent amount to scroll through. “Anything else? Do you have a preference on gender or how far they are from us?”

“I think I want a woman,” she says before glancing up at him with worried eyes, “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is.”

He clicks the “female” preference, resulting in around 15 options for them to look at. She continues biting her nail as Harry scrolls down. He periodically hovers over someone, asking her if she’d like to look at them more. She’ll either nod or shake her head, but in the event of the former, he’ll open their profile in a separate tab. 

Eventually, they narrow it down to three but one isn’t actively taking new clients, so it’s between Leanna, who looks to be around Harry’s mom’s age and is located 20 minutes from Y/N’s apartment, and Madeline, a younger woman with experience in a myriad of mental health concerns. 

Quietly, Y/N alternates between the two tabs, contemplating and comparing their experiences. He can tell that she’s having difficulty picking, but he doesn’t want to say anything to sway her in one direction over the other — he wants this to fully be her choice. 

“I think I like Madeline.” she says, looking up at her boyfriend. Her eyes are slightly rounded, lips parted as if she’s waiting for approval from Harry. 

“Sounds like a good choice, dove. How’d you settle on her?”

Y/N shrugs her shoulders, scrolling down on her profile page. “Well, she has experience with anxiety, depression, and trauma… and I’ve been reading a bit online, and I think I do have some trauma from my parents, so…”

Harry nods, smoothing her hair comfortingly. 

“And I like that she seems like she’s closer in age to us… it might make me feel more comfortable, like I’m talking to a friend,” she explains. He hums in agreement. “She also has a cat at her office, which I really like, too.”

He chuckles and leans over to nose at her hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. 

“I think those are all great reasons,” he murmurs.

He won’t admit it tonight because he doesn’t want her to get too nervous, especially if she ultimately decides she’s too scared to go, but he’s infinitely proud of her right now. He’s contemplated bringing up therapy to her for the past few months, particularly right after he helped her move out of her parents’ home.

The fact that she came to that decision herself is enough for him to feel over the moon, his chest swelling with pride. Even if she backs out at the last minute, at the very least, he knows she’s trying her best, and that’s all he could ever ask of her. 

“Why don’t you email her and send your information?” Harry suggests lightly, breaking Y/N out of her own trance of thinking. With a swallow, she nods, clicking on the little mail symbol next to Madeline’s name. 

He watches as she composes an email, her fingers stuttering over the keys every few minutes. He can tell that she’s over-thinking on what to say, but she eventually settles on a short, to-the-point message: Hi Madeline, my name is Y/N and I was interested in seeing you for therapy. Are you taking on new clients at the moment?

“Great,” Harry blurts out once she presses ‘send’. She looks up at him. “You did great.” he amends, a light blush flowering over his cheeks. 

All she does is smile and bury herself into his chest. 

. . .

“Here, why don’t you wear this to your appointment?”

Y/N thinks that Harry may be even more nervous for her first therapy session than she is. 

Although she’s busying around her apartment, getting her things together in preparation for her 11 am appointment, Harry’s movements are just as jerky and anxious. She’s currently looking for her favorite comfy sweatshirt when he suddenly peels off the fuzzy cardigan he’s wearing, handing it to her. It’s the one he bought on sale at Urban Outfitters a few weeks back when they had some time off from work and school. They’d been traipsing through the shops nearby with no intention of actually buying something, but Harry had said that he liked how it felt like a teddy bear. 

“Oh, but you’re already wearing that,” Y/N says with a pout, shaking her head. “It’s okay, I’ll find something else—”

“No, I want you to wear it,” he insists. “Maybe it’ll help make you feel more comfortable? Having something of mine?”

She blinks, slowly reaching out to accept it from his grasp. “What will you wear though?”

“I think I’ve left a few sweatshirts here,” he says, popping up from his seat on the edge of her bed. “Don’t you have that little drawer with all my stuff?”

She nods. It hadn’t really been an intentional thing, but when she told Lucy about it, she explained to her that it was kind of a big deal. Apparently, having a drawer at your significant other’s apartment meant that you were moving in the direction of living together, but Y/N didn’t see it that way. It was more for the sake of convenience, especially if Harry came over after work and decided to stay over instead of heading back to his place.

She walks over to her dresser and yanks open the top drawer. It’s filled to the brim with tee-shirts, sweatshirts, and two pairs of sweatpants, all of which belong to Harry. She glances over at him, embarrassed, and he laughs. 

“Geez, dovie, think you’re a bit obsessed with me,” he teases, grabbing one of the hoodies. She rolls her eyes. 

“You’re the one that leaves this stuff here all the time!” 

“Yeah, but it looks like you’re building some kind of shrine—”

“Oh, shush!” she says, pulling his cardigan on. She’ll admit, the fabric is heavenly, and the fact that it smells like Harry is a massive added bonus. “Are you still fine to drive me?”

He nods quickly once he has his sweatshirt on, grabbing his car keys. “Ready when you are, baby.”

He makes her take a granola bar and a water bottle on her way out, both of them bidding Lucy a goodbye when they exit the apartment. Y/N has a bad habit of not wanting to eat when she’s nervous, but Harry can guarantee that her stomach will start rumbling as soon as she’s done with today’s session. 

They climb into the familiarity of Harry’s car, Y/N taking her usual seat on the passenger’s side. She hasn’t driven much since cutting off communication with her parents. Obviously, she left the car they bought her, and she doesn’t have enough money in her savings to buy another one, even if it’s used or a lease.

Since she didn’t get the job at the bookstore, she’s been looking for other part-time opportunities on campus but nothing’s come up yet. Harry offered to get her some work at the shop, but she felt too weird about having her boyfriend pay her for silly tasks like cleaning up and scheduling appointments. 

Madeline’s office isn’t too far away, and Harry took the morning off to take her. He said — quote — “I’m clearing my schedule, dovie — no appointments, meetings, and certainly no drug deals!”. (That had made Y/N snort over the Chinese food they shared for dinner a few nights ago.) 

The drive is mainly quiet, save for Harry’s quiet music playing in the background. She’s nervous and fidgety in her seat so he reaches over to intertwine their fingers together, giving her hand a small squeeze in her lap. It makes her feel a little bit better, but she wishes Harry could go to her appointment with her. 

When they arrive, Harry pulls into a parking space just outside the door. They have 10 minutes before her session officially starts, but Madeline had asked if she could get there a bit early to fill out some paperwork. 

“Feel okay?” Harry asks, pushing his sunglasses up to his hair. She nods, even though her heart is hammering in her ribs. “You’re gonna do great, dovie. I’ll be here as soon as you’re done.”

“Okay,” she breathes, watching as the clock ticks one minute closer to 11. She swallows harshly and unbuckles her seatbelt, grabbing her bag from the floor of Harry’s car. “I'll be done by 11:45, right?”

“11:45, baby. I’ll be right here.”

“Okay. Alright.” 

He leans over to smear a quick kiss to her cheek and she smiles gently, though it doesn’t completely reach her eyes. She gets out of the car and straightens her posture, pulling Harry's cardigan tighter over her form, and winds around the front to walk in the direction of the front door. 

It’s only then that Harry rolls down his window, despite the wet, dewy chill of the morning. 

“Wait, Y/N!”

She turns around, an expression of confusion painting her features. 

“I’m so proud of you!” he exclaims. He can see her blush from his spot in the car, a wide, toothy grin appearing on her face. “I’m so proud of you, and I love you so much.”

She mouths it back — I love you too — this time with a smile that lights up her entire face. She waves her fingers with one more goodbye before taking a deep breath and walking into the office building. 

Harry can’t stop grinning to himself.

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[lydiaalin]

This whole time I didn't realize goth mating season was a ship name. I thought you were just super into bagging a goth 😭

you and everyone else prev tagging me thinking it's a joke lmao

this is them by the way

#have to crack up everytime like they don't know they don't know #I would not be opposed to bagging a goth tho I'll say that #ths whole name came from some tumblr post that i then used to caption some spicy sketch page of them but I can't post that here so #lydiaalin #goth mating season #aynur shamoun #yweyn iovine

[tennis-kittens]

Laver Cup 2022 • Federer/Nadal vs. Sock/Tiafoe • 2nd changeover (X)

#Rafa dramatically throwing hands and eyebrows all over the place acting like a grumpy grandpa just to get a laugh out of Roger... #i love him your honor #the way he says 'because i don't have time' cracks me up everytime 🤣🤣🤣 #Roger saw that eyebrow up in the second gif and knew something was coming so he waited for it before drinking #if that's not old married couple behavior i don't know what is #poor Casper tho 🙈😂 #roger federer #rafael nadal #fedal #laver cup

[kulvefaggoth]

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#literally told my psychiatrist today that despite things not really improving i was feeling better #and in the few hours since then i've just been reminded that i'm still a useless broke bitch who doesn't have shit and does nothing #everytime this fucking pc starts fucking up i just melt down #bc i know at some point it's just gonna stop working and i can't replace it #and it's the only good thing i have #i've been using an almost 10yo phone with a cracked screen for most of the year bc i don't have money for a new one #and it wasn't a good phone even 10 years ago #and i just feel like a piece of cheap trash just like it #it seems like i'm breakint down over nothing but jesus fucking christ the sensation of not having anything palpable to your name #not a job no accomplishments no possessions no relationships #all i have is this shit ass pc that's constantly in the process of dying and that makes me go insane at least once a month #i'm so fucking tired of meding old broken shit #simply because i have no other recourse #wish i wasn't such a colossal fuck up #wish i was someone else. i suck.

[monicahar]

“my wife.”

how they address you. why does it make your heart skip a beat each time?

characters; neuvillette, wriothesley

—female pronouns obvi, aaaa this is so random😭 fluff, tad bit of crack, has suggestive themes/dirty jokes cause that's my humor in general, just tryna get into writing again heehaa don't mind me ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

NEUVILETTE always accompanies the term with unmatched affection. it rolls off his tongue perfectly like a match made in heaven, coupled with the serene image of you instantaneously appearing in his mind before he even thinks of the uttering the endearing term. he still finds it surreal that you are both even lawfully married, yet the way he calls you his wife is already on instinct. is it too presumptuous of him?

well, in the end, he can't find any means to worry about it when you seem to equally adore the nickname.

“ooohh, say it again, say it again!”

he can't tell whether he married a child or not, but he still obliges your request and calls you his wife affectionately once more.

meanwhile, furina nearly gags everytime she hears him say it so softly—like using any other tone when referring to you would land him in the hands of the fortress of meropide. sure—she might've been the one who set up both of you—but the drama and thrill akin to watching a romance film has delightfully ended, and she can only meddle so much in marital matters. the iudex just might actually have her head in a platter if she were to do anything mischievous at that point.

but while a happy neuvillette is running around announcing 'my wife' this and 'my wife' that, you are currently stuck on what to call him in return, sadly enough.

“at this point, i think i'm just going to call you daddy.”

it was unfortunate with the way he choked on some of the water he was drinking—well, thank goodness he didn't spill much as before. for this wasn't the first time you said something unprompted while he was in peace with his water—he can only internally sigh.

“and what exactly has influenced you to arrive at such a conclusion, my wife?” he does not miss the tiny shudder of your body that followed the endearment. your face burns a tad bit at that, and he softly chuckles.

“your effect on me is no joke, you know?” you pout at his amused smile, “the way you refer to me so sweetly makes me want to call you my dearest husband everytime.”

“i don't recall voicing any complaints. is something else holding you back from doing so?”

you nod solemnly in agreement at that, which prompts him to raise a brow in mild curiousity.

“thing is, i really like calling you by your first name. same with monsieur neuvilette. there's something mildly erotic within it—you get what i mean, hehehe...” he only stares at you, clearly unimpressed, and a bit concerned at the implication. you clear your throat, apologizing under your breath.

“still—it's such a devastating predicament to be unable to choose between the three.” you sigh defeatedly, moving to slump your entire weight on his lap. you mutter, “my dearest husband monsieur neuvillette...mmm, no, that's too long.”

chuckling at your dramatic antics, he plants a soothing hand on your waist, the other fixing your wrinkled clothing as you practically melt against his hold. “and you thought settling on daddy was the appropriate option?”

“i'm not hearing any objections.” you jest, feeling cheeky.

“please refrain from calling me such a thing in the eyes of the public atleast.”

“...huh? you're actually allowing it??”

WRIOTHESLEY on the other hand, says it as if he's flaunting. it leaves his lips like a taunt each time, indirectly telling the other party 'i have a hot wife and you dont' even though most of the time the people he mentions you to don't even know what you actually look like. it's silly, childish even, but you still love it nonetheless.

sigewinne and the other inmates have collectively told you that ever since you got married, he has never uttered your actual name to anyone else. some find it weird, some find it somehow disrespectful, and some are now convinced he's crazily obsessed with you, and now he's showing it off every chance he gets, much to everyone's dismay.

it's arrived to the point where a small percentage of people have actually forgotten about your name, and now refer to you as the duke's wife, or even duchess, to which you made a face at. that's kind of pushing it by then.

anywho, in the end, it's funny and endearing, maybe even makes you a bit giddy, but there is no way you're telling him that. the situation might escalate even more if possible.

“you know, my wife is very mean to me today.”

as a pair of strong yet gentle arms wrap around your waist, you resist the growing smile on your face, deciding to mess with your husband for a bit.

“is that so?” you continue your chores without a care in the world. he huffs.

“mhm. she won't look me in the eye the whole day, even though she seemed sooo happy last night.” face instantly burning, you hiss as you slap his arm in a fit of embarrassment, pulling a hearty chuckle from the man behind you.

“—and now she's hitting me as well. i can't believe this.” you both know very well he was not fazed in the slightest bit.

“if her husband wasn't such a pervert then maybe—”

his facade cracks as he forces out an awkward laugh, “hey now, baby, you know i'm nothing like that.”

“wriothesley.”

he clears his throat awkwardly, “okay, maybe a little. it's exclusive for you though! my wife doesn't have to be so mean about it, you're making me reallyyy sad here, y'know?”

there it is again, you think. that nickname. that damned word that makes you want to turn around and smash your lips against his and—wait, hold yourself together! don't forget the reason you're being cold to him!

“you deserve to feel remorse. i've been struggling to even move the whole day because of you.”

you go rigid.

you didn't mean for that to come out so bitter...oh no.

“oh. so that's what this is about.” you don't even have to turn around to know that there's a smug look on his stupidly handsome face, his grip on your waist turning into soothing circles as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“if my wife wanted a massage, she could've just said so.” it's husky when it leaves his mouth, leaving you to shiver with the chills he enunciates.

flustered, you completely disregard the way your knees buckle at the endearment laced with that low voice of his, hitting his arm once more, earning a tiny 'ouch' from him.

“pervert. i want rest, not another round!”

“heh, i didn't say anything about another round, my perverted wife.”

“you—” you are abrupt cut off as you yelp in surprise when your feet are raised off the ground, your face now much closer to your husband's as he carries you gently in his arms.

“shhh, just let me take you to bed. if my wife was feeling terrible the whole day, she should've just told me in the first place so she could stay in, don't you think?”

he's right, but you're still angry. “shut up.”

“just letting you know i'm not completely at fault, wife.” you attempt to ignore the furious beating of your heart, face burning at his smug expression. “i'm not the only one who wanted it.”

hsr version...? if i feel like it...🤔🤔

#har❗ #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #neuvillette x reader #wriothesely x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons

[lovverletters]

Been waiting for this lol

*Ahem* I introduced Yan husband! Finally, after years of waiting and stalking and murdering (if that's cool), he finally has you! He worships you every day and reminds you how lucky he is, and he tells everyone how he's so lucky and how you're perfect!

Yandere! Husband

A/N : Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it, 🌻 anon!

T/W : soft yandere, stalking, implied murder, non consentual photographing, stealing items, this is late asf

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"Honey, do you remember how we met?"

[Name] asked their husband of 6 years as they flip through their old journal, reliving their countless embarrassing, bitter and sweet memories of their youth.

They had been sifting through the storage closet earlier when they stumbled upon a box containing their old belongings dating back from when they were still studying in high school until they got married to their husband, Derek.

"Of course I do, it's the day I met the love of my life" He says with a smile on his face.

"Psh.. you're so cheesy Derry" [Name] swatted their husband's shoulder playfully, flustered at his words.

"What? I'm being honest. Every moment spent with you is unforgettable" A dark glint was present in his eyes as he uttered his reply.

How could he ever forget the day he met his beloved [Name]?

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Derek had been in his senior year of high school by the time he met [Name].

They had only recently moved to his hometown and enroll to the high school. He could still recall their timid expression as they asked him for directions, at that moment Derek brushed off the encounter as a one time thing.

He was graduating and they were a junior, he'll probably won't see them again.

Until Derek started to bump into [Name] more frequently albeit it being only a coincidence. [Name] would notice his presence and greeted him with a small wave everytime they pass by each other in the hallway or waiting in line during lunch.

Eventually, he finally spoke to them one day. It felt odd for him to be around them yet never uttering a single word.

It was the best decision he ever made.

"Uhㅡhey" Derek cursed himself inwardly for choking on his words.

[Name]'s eyes widened, spooked to hear him talk to them. They mustered up a crooked smile after recollecting themself to reply to him.

"Derek, hi. Sorry, I was on my phone that I didn't notice you behind me"

From then, something shifted in him. Their conversation faded into a white noise in his ears as his thoughts became fixated in [Name]'s voice.

He had heard them speak before but it felt different when they're talking to him. Their voice engraving itself into his brain like an earworm.

It doesn't stop there, their interaction expanded as their friendship blooms. [Name] would seek him out on subjects they were struggling on despite having other student who would eagerly help themㅡ his heart swells with pride knowing that it's him whom they're relying on.

Derek would also began inviting them to his football practice as an excuse to invite them for an ice cream laterㅡ and to also flex his athleticism in hopes of receiving praises from them.

He's not stupid, he knows that he likes themㅡ loves them. Maybe he had been a fool for underestimating his feelings for them.

It had been an unfortunate timing that he had never been able to confess to [Name] as his graduation passes and he was wrapped up with preparing for his higher education.

Those times away and distance from [Name] were hellish. Derek felt his sanity wanning with each day passes and his thoughts were constantly thinking of [Name].

What are they doing, Where they're at, Who they're withㅡ They don't have a partner don't they? They didn't replace me did they?? I'll kill that bastard who took my placㅡ

He finally cracked after stalking through their social media page and seeing the other student having grown close to them within months of his absence.

Derek decided that he's had enough sitting around in the sidelines with an aching heart. He'll make his move and insured that [Name] will be his.

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"I then drove back to back from my university to yours for years until I finally had enough and decided to ask you to move in with me" He traced the picture they took on their first day moving into his house.

[Name] snorted and pinched their husband's cheek, laughing as they teased him.

"Silly, you, I can't believe you rent out an apartment just because you can't be away from me anymore"

Derek huffed and flipped to the next page, tracing [Name]'s photo as he always does everytime he sees it.

"I love you too much, it hurt's to not be around your presence. I feel like I was going to die with each hour passes without you"

"Mmh sure, how come you never died after leaving me everytime you have to go back?" [Name] attempt at poking at their husband again.

Only to receive an unexpected answer.

"I never left" Derek uttered. No elaboration whatsoever.

Silence follows after as the cogs in [Name]'s brain turn to process what their sweet stupid dork husband just said.

Derek closed the journal shut and stood up, planting a kiss on their temple.

"I'm going to prepare dinner now. You better come and eat when I call you before continuing your clean up! No buts and ifs, okay love?" He gave them another kiss before disappearing into the kitchen.

Come to think of it, Derek had re-entered their life at a time where their newfound friend tragically passed in a mysterious incident. [Name] had been devastated and clung to Derek for comfort before it eventually delved into them being in a relationship with the man.

Everything was perfect. Too perfect if they had to be honest. It's almost as if he had planned it.

They shook off the thoughts and continued sorting through the old boxes when one of the contents surprised them.

It was the items they thought they had lost or threw away. But how could Derek have it when they had lost it before they begun dating. The polaroids were also odd as Derek weren't around during their senior year when it was takenㅡ if the dates marked was correct.

"Honey! Dinner's ready"

They'll ask him about it later.

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#yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere #tw: yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere male #yandere headcanons

[princeguri66]

Can I ask for a 141 x male reader who acts like a mom to them? Just reader being prepared for anything even in the middle of a mission, giving them snacks and predicting their problems

Aww wait that's such a cute concept though ♪⁠～⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) apologies if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for but these were what I could come up with.

I like to think reader here would be older than them, either the same age as price or just a bit older. And like a bear too.

Being in the game for so long you've developed these sort of "instincts"

Price introduced you to the team as his friend from his earlier days in the military. Says that you'll be part of the team for a while so he hopes you all get along well.

And you do, spending so much time with the team has let them warm up to you and get comfortable with you. Makes your urge to take care of them unleash.

You sitting next to Gaz in the helly heading to a mission and he comments how he wished he had more to eat earlier. You pulling out a granola bar from one of your many pockets and handing it to him, Gaz looking at you as if to ask "are you sure?" And you just reply with a nod and a soft smile, Gaz taking it with a grin on his face as he eats it. And once he finishes it you take another one out of the same pocket and ask "are you still hungry?"

He keeps eating whatever you offer and as you start to get worried wether this kid has been eating enough or not he says "thank you, sir. I feel better" with a crumby smile.

You huff fondly "got something on your cheek there sweety" and lick your thumb to clean his cheek. Him trying to contain the blood running to his cheeks because it's embarrassing.

Just chilling with Soap as you both clean your weapons. Hearing him go "ouch" as he clicks his tongue. "What's wrong lad?" You ask him as you look up from cleaning your gun.

He looks up at you after cleaning his knife "Accidentally sliced a bit of my finger, it's no big deal"

You respond with a nod and walk over to him and kneel Infront of him to hold his hand, inspecting the little cut on his finger. You pull out a spiderman themed bandaid and place it on the wound. Giving it a small kiss then saying "all done" as you look up at him and walk back to where you were previously cleaning your gun.

You bet your ass everytime he gets a small boo-boo he's going to be looking for you all over base for another colorful bandaid and another healing kiss.

Taking care of Ghost as he sits on the bed since he insisted that he was fine (but it's so obvious that he isn't) patching up his wounds with normal gauze and placing colorful character themed bandaids on top. As you finish up you gently rub his arm in a comforting motion, silently telling him that everything's ok and that everyone is fine. Wanting him to know that if he's too stubborn for actual professional care you'll make do.

You stand back to look over him, checking that you haven't missed anything. If he's got a wound on his face then he'll just have to take care of it himself. You step forward and rest your hand on his cheek, your warmth phasing through his mask. "You alright sweety?" You ask him in a gentle tone and all he can do is let out a shaky sigh and lean forward, resting his head on your Stomach. You gently wrap your hands around his head and start rubbing his back. It seems like he really needed this kind of comfort.

And don't think just because Price is closer to your age doesn't mean he gets out of being taken care of.

Being a friend of him for years makes you aware of his bad habits with overworking and lack of sleep schedule. One night you finally decide to put a stop to it after seeing rays of light seeping through the crack of his office door. You don't even knock, just opening it and standing right in front of his desk, crossing your arms you look at him with a questioning glare.

And Price knows that look, experienced it so many times and now that you're both in the same squad again he hopes to feel that comfort that you seem to always carry with you. You scold him for overworking till late at night and drag him out of his office and into his room. You throw him on to his bed and tuck him in, you lean close to his face and his eyes are full of adoration, for taking care of him all these years and now taking care of his team. You place a kiss on his forehead and he just melts. He missed this, and he's so glad the rest of his team can experience your care as well.

As he hears you leave and close the door behind you with a resounding click, he thinks to himself on how nice it would be to have you with them for even longer. And he's sure the rest are thinking the same thing.

(You'd be delighted if you could take care of them for longer as well)

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[ddejavvu]

can i request a derek fic where readers also in BAU and they’re married and everytime someone says “morgan” both her and derek turn around or show up and the teams figuring out how to differentiate the morgan’s and dereks just all smug like “yeah she’s MY wife”

i love you’re writing btw!!!🩷

"Morgan?" Penelope calls from the kitchen, "You're scheduled for a retake of your ID photo today at 12!"

The responses she gets are a, 'What?' from you, and a, 'What'd you say?' from your husband. You blink bewilderedly at him, and relish the way that his grin lights up the room between you, like a sunbeam shot into your chest.

"Oh, not you," Penelope huffs, peering over the open door of the fridge to glance between you two, "I meant the pretty one!"

"That doesn't narrow it down, babygirl," Derek raises an amused brow at her, drumming his pen on the wood surface of his desk, "You talking to me or my wife?"

"Your wife!" Penelope all but snaps, "Derek, your ego is so inflated."

"It's your fault," You tease Penelope, who withdraws from the fridge with a can of soda and a slightly guilty expression on her face, "I seem to remember you answering just about a thousand of his phone calls with, 'Ahoy there, sexy'."

"Stop," She pleads regretfully, cracking the tab on her soda can with more force than she needs to, "Don't- stop! I didn't know you two were- were hitched! -were canoodling! I never would have talked about his abs if I'd known he was taken."

"It's okay," You promise her, and you really mean it, because you know for all of their sex-crazed banter, they're friends to the highest degree, and Derek is faithful to you. "Penelope, if it weren't for you, he wouldn't know how to paint nails."

"It's true," Derek nods, grabbing your hand to showcase the baby blue color he'd applied for you just yesterday, "You're my personal trainer, P.G."

She surrenders with a sigh, and you're glad that she seems to not harbor any real guilt, because you'd hate for her to be burdened with it. She leans in to peer at your hand Derek has on display, and when she looks closely at your ring finger, her nose scrunches in a grimace.

"You got it on her cuticles, Derek," She chides, disapproval apparent in her tone that makes your chest shake in a gleeful laugh, "Have I taught you nothing?"

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[ghouljams]

I want to send Simon into subspace send tweet

Nah but he'd love the Amazon position, even better if you get tired of his squirming and trap one of his legs under yours so you're practically scissoring. He likes feeling like you're just using him, taking what you want without a care for what he feels. He's still penetrating you but it's you that's fucking him. Thrusting into him as he hears the plap plap plap of your pussy lips slapping against his skin.

You lean forward and the leg over your hip bends at the knee until you've got his thigh pressed against his chest and tell him to hold his knee up. Looming over him to wrap your hand around his neck. Telling him to "stop fucking squirming" because "fleshlights don't move".

He'll be your fleshlight. He'll be such a good toy for you.

OR

Having him on his knees in front of a mirror, wrists handcuffed behind his back as you lift him upright by the column of his throat. Your strap deep inside him as you tell him to look at himself in the mirror while he rides you so he can see how beautiful he is.

Everytime he looks away - on accident, mostly, you just feel so good he throws his head back without realizing - you force him to stop. Waiting until he looks in the mirror again before you tell him "'s not your fault baby, you're just so good at taking my cock you can't think of anything else, can you? Too busy being good for me."

His moans crack and pitch into whines and then sobs as tears paint his pretty face, but you still won't let him move.

"Tell me how good you are. Say you're my good boy and you can move again."

He hesitates only slightly before conceding, he wants to be good for you and make you proud after all. You slowly start again, hands gripping at his hips hard enough to leave marks that he'll undoubtedly trace the next time he's on leave, pressing into them so they stay bruised and hurt enough for him to feel as he fucks his fist at night, so he can almost pretend you're there with him.

"That's it, darling, just like that. You are so perfect for me, aren't you?" After enough times stopping and starting again he repeats you without thinking.

"arrngghh- 'm perfect for you" he gargles out over a moan, watching his own spit bubble and drool out of his mouth and onto his naked pecs in the mirror

"Yeah, my sweet little slut knows how to make me feel good, doesn't he?"

""m y'r swee- hah! Lil' slut- mmmm! I'll make you feel guh- good, it's so good."

"You gonna cum for me, Si?"

He moans and nods, huffing out some words that attempt to mimic your sentence.

"yeah, you're always such a good boy, so pretty when you cum, aren't you?"

"'m pretty- 'm pretty"

He sees your hand reach around and wipe his cheek, smearing his drool with his tears.

"Tell me you're my good boy while you cum, mkay? I wanna see my pretty baby babbling for me like the cock drunk slut he is."

He chokes on a moan and his head rolls back before the hand on his face grabs his cheeks to pull him to look at the mirror.

"Your good boy, 'm your good boy, jus' for you-" ropes of pearly white shoot out of his cock, decorating his chest and falling to the floor and your fist around his shaft. "'m yours, 'm yours, yoursyoursyours"

His eyes glaze over and his vision blurs but he doesn't pull his gaze away from the mirror, even as he succumbs to gravity. Falling forward as you hold his cuffed wrists to stop him from falling into his own spend. Gargling on his own drool as it forces your strap to burrow against his prostate even harder.

On another note, I'm just saying, Simon would 100% want to get pregnant by you if he could. We need to unionize to impregnate this man.

Barking over this, I'm so feral. My desire to have Simon in any of these positions is fighting against the way I've got him characterized in my head. So I will give you this. (Cowboy)Simon getting Pavloved:

It's not often that Ghost is alone these days, but with you away on business he's had to re-figure certain things. Showers alone, breakfast alone, going to bed by himself with just your pillow to hug... Worst of all: sex. Ghost wakes up with a hardon and you're not there to solve it. With a grumbled swear Ghost spits into his hand and wraps his fist around his aching cock. He hasn't had to do this in a while, nice part about living with you, but it's like riding a bike.

He strokes his fingers over the soft skin, rubs his thumb against the head, nice and tight while he thinks about you. Thinks about your pretty pussy that is. Thinks about you every way he hasn't had you in the last few days: in the shower, over the kitchen counter, before bed, crouched behind you to suck at your cunt, holding your leg up to slot his cock into you, pressing you down into the mattress. Every way he can think of, it makes his cock ache, makes him groan against the stroke of his hand, imagining it's your slick cunt clutching at him.

You're always so sweet when he fucks you, always so careful when you ride him, never doing more than he can handle, never pushing more than he can stomach. Ghost tips his head back against the pillows and imagines the phantom press of your hands against his chest, the slap of your skin against his, the soft panting gasps when he angles his hips and hits you just right. He squeezes the base of his cock, tries to mirror the way you clench around him.

A year ago he might have queued up a porno, but now the thought of you is all he needs to have his hips bucking up into his hand.

Ghost groans, feels his lips part to take a breath. It's not enough, not what he's looking for, what his body is craving, but it has to be. It's just missing something.

Fucking hell.

"Good boy," He tells himself, squeezing his eyes shut against the shame of it, "pretty- fuck- 'm a good boy, pretty boy. Good boy, good boy, good boy." He pants it out, chants it to himself to try and subsidy your sweet voice cooing it in his ear.

Christ he doesn't know if it's the words or the flash of humiliated heat that tips him over the edge but his cock twitches and spurts come over his stomach as he strokes himself through orgasm. Exactly what he needed. God. He's going to have to say that every time, isn't he?

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[wwwbestgoredotcom]

NSFW a-z for Snape <3

A- Aftercare (What're they like after sex)

Extremely sappy. Just very emotional, very clingy. Refuses to leave you (if you two are in bed) no matter what after. He let's you go to the bathroom after tho. He waits. He stays in whatever position you two are in for a while before pulling away. Cuddles and kisses you a lot, especially if it's nighttime.

B- Body part (favorite Body parts on you and him)

On you, it's everything. He doesn't have a favorite. BUT the one thing he stares at a lot during sex is your lips, or your face in general.

On him, it's probably his hands (and nose when it comes to oral). He uses his hands all the time no matter what. Always holding onto you, touching you, and uses them during oral too. And he does use his nose to his advantage during oral.

C- Cvm (anything they do with it)

See now I don't know if birth control was a thing in this setting but let's pretend it is. If you're on it, he's cvmming inside. Everytime. If you're not on it, he usually finishes on your stomach or thigh. Barely uses a condom tbh.

D- Dirty secret

Doesn't have any secrets. Especially dirty ones. He tells you everything, no matter what.

E- Experience (how experienced are they)

Girl, before you, he didn't get any. Don't even. Love him tho.

F- Favorite position

Any where he can see your face. Except for doggie. And even then he makes you turn around to look at him. He likes eye contact. And the intimacy of it all. You two usually go for missionary tho. Or cowgirl. He's really close to you all the while too.

G- Goofy (how serious are they in the moment)

Obviously, he's very serious, very in the moment, with you. He cracks a smile or a smirk every now and then tho.

H- Hair (how well groomed are they)

He doesn't shave it clean but doesn't grow it out. It really depends to be honest. Sometimes he grows it out a bit and sometimes he almost shaves clean.

I- Intimacy (how romantic are they)

He's not the type to lay out rose petals and candles, but he's pretty romantic. Like I said before the eye contact, contact touching, and praise are always there. He always treats you like you're made of gold everytime. Before, during, AND after.

J- Jack off (do they jack off)

He doesn't jack off. Why invision it when he has the real thing? And if you don't feel like it that night, he'll wait days if he has to, to let lose.

K- Kink (their kinks)

Praise (receiving and giving), Head pushing (giving), slight breeding, being in control, spanking (giving), some bondage (giving), edging (receiving and giving) and overstimulation (receiving and giving)

L- Location (favorite places to do it at)

Anywhere in your own home. In the kitchen, bedroom, living room, anywhere as long as it's inside the house. He doesn't really like public stuff.

M- Motivation (what turns them on)

Literally everything. You bend over and he's gripping the damn table. You give him the greenlight and he's all over you bbg.

N- No (turn-offs they have)

Actually hurting you. Even if it turns you on, he doesn't want knife play, gun play, etc. Or degration. Waxplay he is okay with but it'll take a WHILE for him to warm up to it (jaja get it). He doesn't like public stuff. He wants it to be you and him, and being as loud as possible, in your own home.

O- Oral (preference of giving, recieving)

Prefers giving but loves receiving too. He does use his nose to his advantage here, grabbing your hips and making them move alone his mouth and nose. Loves when you ride his face too. He would die happy if you suffocated him with your pleasure.

As for receiving, he rarely even let's you. He focuses so much on you. But while you're sucking him off, he likes to push your head down, or thrust up into you.

P- Pace

Sometimes he's rough, sometimes he's slow. When he's slow he goes DEEP. You sweat you can feel it reach your lungs. Anyways. He's only rough when he's stressed or annoyed. He apologises after for maybe hurting you. But usually he's slow and deep.

Q- Quickies

Rarely says okay to quickies. If you're in public and you say you're in the mood, he'll make that an excuse and immediately go home with you. He doesn't like being outside. He only says okay to it if it's a special effect that he can't leave from and you're both feeling it.

R- Risks (do they take risks)

Not really. Again, he doesn't like public stuff. Or anything of the sort.

S- Stamina (how many rounds do they last for)

He can last HOURS if you wanted him to. He just watches your expressions. When you're done, he is. When you want more, he does too.

T- Toys (do they use/own toys)

He doesn't own any. And doesn't use any on you. He want you to enjoy him, and the experience alone, not just some peice of plastic.

U- Unfair (do they tease)

He does. A lot actually. Sometimes he does it intentionally, sometimes he doesn't. He might cvm first and stop moving to catch his breath and accidently edge you by that. But sometimes he might stop just as you're about to cvm, just to see your reaction.

V- Vocal (how loud are they)

He doesn't care. He is moaning and groaning in your ear. You're showing him you're loving it by moaning for him, he's gonna do the same thing back.

W- Wild card

Everytime you shower, he's there with you. Same with baths. It doesn't need to be sexual. He just wants to be near you, or have some skin to skin contact.

X- X-Ray (what's packin)

He's packed. A good 7-8 inches, and very thick too. Like when you hold it, you can't wrap your whole hand around it. And he knows how to use it.

Y- Yearning (what's their sex drive)

He literally never says no to you. Unless he is almost knocked out cold kind of tired, he's down to have sex.

Z- Zzz (how fast do they fall asleep after)

He waits for you to fall asleep and get comfortable first, then does to sleep.

Ohmeohmy <333

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[flowersforchoso]

Bi-han as a father.

it takes a while for him to adjust to the concept of fatherhood as a result of the strained relationship he had with his father.

but once he gets the hang of it, he'll be the perfect mix of stern and loving. capable of striking fear in his children's hearts if you threaten to report them, "i'll tell your father" works like a charm to make them act right, but he's welcoming and will never turn his children away or refuse to engage them.

realistically, he would've like 2-3 kids max.

he's a disciplinarian through and through. won't tolerate misbehavior or disrespect, especially if its towards you. he doesn't take kindly to that.

sometimes you feel he's being excessive with it and intervene

"mommy!" your child cries, running to you for protection from their father—a refuge—to which you'd complain that he's being needlessly harsh

"you coddle them too much, that's the problem." he scolds. "no child of mine will be errant"

of course, you get upset at his hard-headedness that barely makes him see from your perspective

and he can tell, because you're no longer receptive to his advances in protest against his behaviour

so he tones down the discipline and tries to be lenient with them. keyword: tries.

nevertheless, he's nurturing and very hands-on. attentive as well. if something is wrong, he notices right away.

will cook for his children because he believes he's the better cook, but they think otherwise, since he just puts lots of vegetables in the food. he wants them to grow healthy and strong

he teaches his children from a tender age to be self-sufficient and trains them to be able to protect themselves and you, if the situation calls for it.

dad time is essential. will take them to exciting places and partake in outdoor activities like gardening, hiking, fishing or simply errands to the marketplace etc. he loves to spend time with them and would crack dad jokes here and there to entertain them. they'll pretend to find it funny.

he's overprotective and strives to be a good role model to his kids.

now if he's a girl dad, there's a slight twist.

his parenting style is much more relaxed due to his mother being the only female presence he had growing up so its a mix of cluelessness and traditional ideals shining through and will mostly take cues from you

training is not mandatory but if they're interested, he would be happy. its not as rigorous and they have the choice to opt out anytime.

he dotes excessively on them that'll make you wonder if this was the same person you married. but it's mainly because he sees them as mini versions of you

at this point, its no surprise he's the preferred parent because of how affectionate he is towards them. and big, strong dad gives the best piggyback rides.

infact, you would have to complain that he's spoiling them too much to which he'd respond

"what's it to you? don't question my parenting" and you leave it at that.

treats them delicately. his paternal instincts go into overdrive everytime and he gets easily worried when it comes to them

when they reach a certain age, he doesn't shy away from topics relating to womanhood. but that doesn't mean he initiates the conversation. he takes on the passive role of listener and further educates himself by asking you questions in private which you tease him for being eager to learn

doesn't joke with his daughters. he's a nightmare of a father nobody would want to deal with because he would raise hell if anyone dares hurt them in any capacity

he's changed so much since having them; has become softened, and is grateful to you for this wonderful gift.

but if he only has sons, its a different story entirely

he's twice as stern and this is because he grew up with brothers so he knows how unruly boys can be

training is mandatory for them, they do not get the luxury to choose. he wants them to be able to protect themselves and you, so he doesn't ever present the opportunity for slacking

in short, he rules with an iron fist. you'd have to remind him that they're his children, not his underlings

struggles with voicing his affection. you'd have to reassure your sons that their father, infact, loves them

and it's only natural they gravitate towards you.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care for them. because he does. its all about tough love and instilling strong values in them, leaving no room for weakness.

and they constantly want to impress their father. on rare occasions when they do, or bi han is feeling particularly soft, he looks at them with adoration and ruffles their hair or simply utters a "well done" that means the world to them

they look up to their father and are always around him seeking validation

#bi han x reader #bi han x you #bi han sub zero #sub zero x you #mk1 sub zero x reader #subzero x reader #mk1 bi han #bi han mk1 #mortal kombat 1

[undermine-the-instinct]

Stop looking at me with those eyes!! Jjk Pt l | Pt ll | Pt lll

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Yuuta, Nanami, Shoko, Toji, Naoya.

Warnings: Spicy times are alluded to/insinuated. Naoya gets his own warning, lol.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Satoru} never wears his blindfold when he's around you. He's stopped wearing it early into your relationship, let's his hair down and his shoulders untense.

And you cherish these moments together, the comfortable silence, the air around you two quiet and languid. You're kinda creeped out though by the way Satoru stares at you.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"What eyes?" He grins, his face in his hands. If he had a tail, you think it would be wagging.

"You know what you're doing."

"I'm sure I have no idea."

Ever heard of the blue eyed gaze? People with blue eyes tend to keep their eyes wide open, which you thought was weird and fake, but Satoru eyes are practically tennis balls.

"Stop staring at me like that. I can't concentrate with you giving me those puppy eyes."

"Oh? Get over here then and give me some attention." You scoff, but it's cut short by your laughter.

"You're not even trying to hide your motives, are you?"

"Nope!" He pops the 'p' and grins at you with those sparkling eyes, his pupils two twin dark spots of gravity, pulling you into his orbit. You don't even notice how absorbed you are, till he grins and his pupils dilate, big and round like marbles. You blush, and shake yourself out of your reverie.

You must resist.

"...No. After I'm done with the chores. You won't let me go once I'm in your clutches."

"Oh kitten," Satoru shakes his head in faux pity. "I'm not letting you go ever."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Suguru} doesn't try to hide how often he stares, but he's so sly with it you hardly notice. When you do notice though he smiles, slow and wide, eyes dark and almost sultry.

You know his work is dangerous, and you know he will die doing it. You savor the way he looks at you, even if you're too shy to say it out loud. But he knows how he makes you feel.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes." Suguru's smile is lax and mischievous, like a cat that just got the cream. He tilts his head and his hair falls over his shoulder, dark silk you want to feel between your fingers.

"Do you really want me to stop, honey?" See? He knows what he's doing. Your face flushes red and his smile turns sharp and teasing.

"..."

He snickers, and your gut flutters.

"Yeah, I know."

"You think you're so slick, don't you?" You try to cover up your embarrassment with irritation, but Suguru sits up so suddenly, and quick as lightning snatches you from the far side you were standing beside. You're in his arms, squeaking and struggling and laughing, squirming to get free but there's no escape.

Suguru watches you, soft and fond till you're out of breath, huffing against his chest with a pretty red face. He leans down and smacks a wet kiss to your forehead, laughing at the way your face scrunches.

"Yes. Yes I do."

"I hate you."

"I love you too hun bun."

"....Love you too Suguru."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Yuuta} is the definition of lovesick. He's got those shoujo heart pupil eyes whenever you so much as breathe in his direction. And that's how it always is. Whoever he's talking to, whatever he's looking at– even if he is in the midst of battle, face angry and eyes pinprick focused, he turns soft when he looks at you.

And you're such a sucker for that face that it makes you crumble everytime you see it. And he doesn't even use it to exploit you, he just uses it to get you to take care of yourself, or let him take care of you!

"..."

"Please?"

"Not now."

"Just a small break. Please, you've been working so hard."

"Not now, Yuuta. And stop looking at me with those eyes."

Yuuta doesnt reply and you try to be strong, you try, but you crack and take a peek. Immediately those eyes attack your heart, and you sigh through your nose, already defeated.

"..."

"..."

You just stare down at him and you both know it, you can see the hope in his face, but you also see the patience. He's kneeling next to you, willing to wait this out, (because you always fold) no matter how long it takes, and you sigh all over again.

"You know I fold like wet cardboard with that face Yuuta."

"But it works?" Sweet bastard. "So may you…? Please?"

"Ugh, fine. A quick break." His face breaks out into a smile like the sky dawning.

"Thank you, sweetie."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Nanami} shakes his head, gentle but adamant. "No."

"..."

"I said no."

"..."

"We'll have to run if we want to make it to that cafe in time. You're wearing heels and I can't carry you with all these bags." He had to do some juggling just to be sure he could hold your hand, no way both you and the bags can fit in his arms.

"Love." You don't answer.

Nanami says your name and sighs hard in the same breath, pinching his nose.

"We have enough already, and we've already gone well above our budget today."

"That's never been a problem before. You don't have to get everything for me, y'know. I have my own money. We can run, and i'll pay."

Nanami's head turns so he can look at you like you're crazy; he takes you out, he pays. He understands the issue of feeling indebted, or feeling bought (of course you're not) but you're his (willingly) and what is his is yours. But as soon as he turns and opens his mouth to speak he knows he's made a mistake.

He was only holding out because he was only holding your hand, and not your gaze. But you perk as soon as he faces you and turn onto him all the charm and endearment you can put into your eyes.

Doe eyes. It's annoying whenever the eccentric Gojo, who acts like one of his students tries to do this, and he's not swayed (too much) when his students do the same.

You though? God damn it. Your eyes are wide and sparkle and plead with him and he sighs, crumbling like a sandcastle in a storm.

"Fine. We can make it in time. I'm paying."

"Thank you honey! But you don't have to pay."

"And you don't have to wear that lingerie you bought but you want to," Nanami starts pulling you along, gently, and smiles back at you as you follow along. You smile back, fluttering your lashes prettily.

"And I don't have to pay, but I want to. So I will. End of deal." You grin at him, practically skipping, happy.

The big doe eyes always work. Hopefully they'll work later tonight too.

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

Siren eyes. Even as a youth {Shoko} never had a doe eyed gaze, and she never had the dark levity for sultry. Her dark eyes are like pools that you drown yourself in, and it's often you caught staring at her. She'd flick your forehead and tell you to let her get back to work, because no good deed goes unpunished. You grin and ask the doctor for a quick check up.

"This is your fourth check up of the day."

"It's for my health, doctor. You can't just leave me like this." Shoko rolls those pretty eyes of hers, and it takes your all to not sigh like some besotted schoolgirl. You can't hide your affection in your eyes though, and she raises an eyebrow.

"Hey, no. Stop staring at me with those eyes. I have work to do."

"Is there something in my eyes? Come closer so you can check it out." She shakes her head at you.

"Yeah, no, you're not slick."

"It could be a serious case!"

"Yeah, it is." She steps closer, the click clack of her heels matching the staccato of your heart.

She presses a quick kiss to your mouth, and another, and moves back before you could press for more.

"Yep, I knew it. A very serious case of I-need-attention-so-I'm-gonna-keep-bothering-my-lover-from-her-very-important-work."

"...itis." She mushes your forehead and walks off so you can't see the grin spreading on her face.

"Oh shut up."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

{Toji's} got a staring problem. You have chores to do and you know you can't make eye contact because then he'll come over and he won't let you leave.

It's a game of pretending you don't see his eyes, and the longer you go the wider his grin becomes because he knows you're cracking, he knows and it's so damn cute to him. You know you never last long.

And oh my God, (and he does this on purpose) when his eyes finally leave your face, and trail slowly over the rest of your form, sliding over your curves and angles and lingering on the places he best likes to touch….. If you make it past this Toji whistles, and leans back in his seat, arms and legs spread. He looks so big and inviting.

"You're holding on strong."

"Chores, Toji. I held them off long enough, they should have been done yesterday." God damn his eyes. Dark and alluring, he is every temptation and vice crooning your name.

You think if Sirens could exist out of the ocean, Toji would be volcanic, his eyes are ash and his hands are fire on your skin, melting you, all soft and pliant in his hold.

You're like chocolate around him. Melting and sweet and dripping in his hands.

"Yeah, yeah we were busy." Okay, stop thinking about that. Don't think about how long he kept you in that room, in that bed, lounging and kissing and touching and tasting–

He laughs, loud, head tilting back and his scar stretching with his mouth. When you finally turn to glare at him he laughs harder, at the red flush that's spread past your face.

"Yeah, get the hell over here baby," he wipes a tear away and opens up his arms, beckoning you over.

"You held on long enough."

* ☆ * ☆ * ☆ *

You don't know whether sometimes {Naoya} is giving you the bedroom eyes or just glaring at you. Sometimes it's both. You think it's both.

"..."

"...?"

"..." He's still glaring, but he definitely looks more angry now. Too bad. Its late and you have a skincare routine to finish. And you can't read minds, even though you can tell what he wants from the heat in his eyes, the stiff way he's holding himself.

He sighs hard, and your mouth twitches. He sees this, and frowns deeper.

"Are you done with your ridiculous routine? Get yourself over here."

"No love, I'm not. You're going to have to wait a few moments more." You hear a sharp intake of breath, because how dare you leave your husband waiting, and you can help it! You giggle.

"....How audacious you are."

"And how so dear?" You see his face turn pouty, before he smooths it back down to irritation. It's funny how angry he gets. He could just ask.

"You know what I want."

"Well you're going to have to wait. I'm busy."

"Exactly. Audacious. You are supposed to serve your husband. Not to leave me bereft."

"I also have to make sure I look my best, because that reflects on the both of us. I'm sorry baby, I know you want my attention." You grin, and you think if you were anyone else you would be dead already. You think Naoya would have killed them.

But you're you and you're amazing and your husband only puts his hands on you if you want him to. He knows he'd be damned to the lowest level of hell if he really spoke to you with and expected all that misogynistic bullcrap, so it's fun to play like this sometimes.

You sigh and set down one of your bottles. He perks, even if he tries to hide it, and you turn to him.

"It's Friday, so I'm doing a mask. I can't rush this routine." He opens his mouth to protest, but you hold a hand up. The power you hold.

"Lay down. Untie your hakama." The power you hold. Naoya looks at you like you're crazy, but he does just that, leans back and lets you see how the low lamplight tints his skin gold.

You gesture with your chin and his eyes widen as he catches on.

"Go on. You're so eager, right? Maybe if you put on a good enough show I'll join you." You smile. "Go on."

A/N: I sincerely think if Naoya had a poc partner, sorcerer or not, they fr could've set him straight. HES SO HANDSOME AND FOR WHAT???

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[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 3!

beelzebub, belphegor and solomon ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: slight spoilers again if you haven't played the recent lessons

small note: thank you again for the likes and reblogs. also, happy 20 followers! yippeee :^D also sorry for the delay i was being silly the whole day so..yeah

☆ beelzebub:

- doesn't listen to music that much which is kinda weird like wdym you don't vibe to hard ass beats everytime you work out? on the bright side a cupid playing a harp melody does start playing in his head when he sees food

- some days his resting bitch face goes so hard you think he'll start biting your neck off if you even try to talk to him

- he does a lot of unintentional things it's actually so hilarious. like no he didn't mean to mindlessly draw an icecream on your hand and start licking it. it was an accident! he swears!

- when you cry he tries to cheer you up with jokes but it always end up being horrible because deep down he's panicking inside on what to say. the bitch starts saying "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes while watching you bawl your eyes out with snot bubbling out your nose

- so instead of the horrible jokes he decides to hug you instead while picking you up and gently sways you left to right <3 and during those situations he's willing to do anything you want. you want him to carry you to your room? gotcha. you want him to buy you food from hell's kitchen? he promises he won't eat it. (he actually didn't but you could see his drool staining the paper bag once he gives it to you)

- there was one point in his life where he was the smallest and fattest out of all the brothers when he was still younger. his older bros, especially mammon would always pinch and bite his cheeks because of how he looked <3

- watches hells kitchen while eating food from hells kitchen. mans obsessed with the show

- has dimples and an eye smile

- he likes it when he holds your hand and look at it from time to time. he just likes to see how big it is compared to yours.

☆ belphegor:

- doesn't really use his phone a lot and resorts to watching TV instead so he doesn't have to use his hands

- slept while candy was in his mouth and woke up choking once. safe to say lucifer banned candies for a whole month after that and everyone else was NOT happy.

- since he is the youngest out of all the brothers he's pretty spoiled in a way. he wants to be the one you hang out with the most and if he needs to pull out the moves just so you'll give him cuddles he won't think twice

- "what do you mean you have plans with asmo today? didn't you know? he ditched cooking duty last night and lucifer told me to do the job instead. i deserve your attention more than he does."

- he thought you were attractive the first time you two met

- takes reaction pics. it's mostly him in a dimly lit room with his eyebrow raised or replicating a funny photo of his brothers

- wasn't interested in shows like hells kitchen until he saw you and beel watching it. he occasionally watches drag race too

- during car rides or road trips he always has to be the one in the back just so he could lay down and sleep

- you can't rely on him for notes because it's always covered in drool when he sleeps in class. although he mostly never takes notes at all he just relies on stock knowledge and good memory

☆ solomon:

- he never caught up with the recent trends in the human world so you really had no one to relate or talk to about your favorite shows, songs, etc

- decided to catch up for you anyway. what a sweetie pie ^_^

- a tear rolled down his cheek when raphael confessed that he liked his cooking for the first time.

- when he's drunk he starts singing love songs and starts going on a ramble about how lonely he is when he isn't with you. and yes, his voice WILL crack.

- sometimes he points things with his lips it's SOOOO HOTTTT

- he gets sad when you get suspicious of him when he's doing a nice gesture for you. he's aware that everyone else think he's shady, and he is! but mc, he just wants to do something nice for you!

- he's an asshole and will constantly tease you especially if you guys are seated together in class. he'll write a note on your notebook saying something like "remember when you *insert embarrassing moment here* or will start writing something subtly flirty like "wanna come over after school?"

- he buys you a lot of expensive things out of nowhere. like there was no ocassion whatsoever but he gifted you the recent iphone like what?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #om! swd #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub obey me #om! beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #obey me belphegor #belphegor obey me #om! belphegor #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #om! solomon #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #om! headcanons

[mochinomnoms]

this has been rotting my mind for a while what if ptm Jade and reader were in the same music class and they were singing 'something stupid by Frank Sinatra and Nancy Sinatra' for a little assignment and they had a little moment

BRO THAT'S SO CUTE

I personally like to think that in canon, Yuu/Reader isn't actually that bad at singing. It's just that these rich assholes had singing lessons growing up and have practice. So what happens with poor you and the other students (Ruggie, Deuce, Ace, Epel, Trey) that came from normal ass (or poor...sorry rugs) families that didn't think to spend money on something like singing lessons? They get paired with a classmate who knows what they're doing.

Perhaps Jade and you get paired and are randomly assigned a song...a love song for some forsaken reason. Though, seeing as it's Jade, you suspect that it might not be as random as you think it is.

Either way, you two are paired and the professor needs to hear some improvement from you! So Jade does his best to coach you on matching the tone of the song. Though, he's a bit distracted...everytime you two sing the words "I love you” you can hear the way his thoughts fawn over hearing those three words from your mouth. He keeps making an excuse “you're a bit pitchy” “your voicec cracked there.” “You're singing to the voice of the singing, not your own. Sing it in your own voice.”

So you two keep singing the song, focusing on a few particular lines. You'd think you'd be embarrassed, but the way his pupils dilate and look at your so softly, you're not 100% turned off by the experience. It's almost sweet, you think you could get used to seeing Jade look at you like that.

Wait, what.

Don't think too much about that last thought.

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #jade leech #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #jade leech x reader #ptm

[praisethesuuun]

Can I request nsfw alphabet for hades or maybe poseidon?, Thankyou^• •^

there you go sweetheart♡ I'm sorry if there are some mistakes! hope you like it

HADES: NSFW ALPHABET

A: aftercare <what they're like after sex>

Listen here, guys. We all know he's one of the best at this. You need something? No problem, your every wish is an order, you're his empress after all.

B: body part <their favourite body part on them and you>

Hades loves his chest. After sex you always fall asleep on him, listening to his heart while Hades holds you in his arms. His favourite body part of yours are your thighs. They are so soft! How can he not squish them while he fucks you?

C: cum <anything to do with it, really>

Hades likes to cum inside. Breeding you has always been a dream of his, the mere thought of having little you and him around... literally MELTS his heart.

D: dirty secret <a dirty secret of theirs>

He'd like to give you a deepthroat: his empress must be strong, so you can totally take it, right?

E: experience <how experienced are they>

Hades doesn't leave Hellheim very often, for this reason he's not much experienced. But don't worry, he doesn't need that to make you a total mess during sex.

F: favourite position <self-explanatory>

Missionary all the way. It makes him feel powerful over your small figure, plus he can admire your body more. Hades thinks it's the most romantic position and he loves when you moan in his ears.

G: goofy <would they use humor in the moment?>

He's serious and doesn't crack any jokes. Hades takes sex very seriously, you'll only see him smile when he takes care of you after.

H: hair <how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the courtains?>

Ladies and gentlemen, they match. He's pretty clean and shaved, too.

I: intimacy <are they romantic in the moment or they do not care?>

With him, it's either kinky as hell or passionate as fuck. He leaves the decision to you tho.

J: jack off <...self-explanatory part 2>

He doesn't. Not at all.

K: kinks <their kinks>

A massive daddy kink.

Be ready to call him "daddy" all night long, he will thrust in you harder if you don't. Plus, he loves to hear you beg.

BREEDING KINK.

L: location <where they usually do the do>

Hades likes to keep your sex life in the bedroom; but, hey, you can easily fuck in all the palace's room.

M: motivation <what turns them on>

When you act all motherly and kind. He fantasize every now and then about you two having babies, so seeing you act like that really turns him on.

N: no <things they refuse to do>

Pushing you over your limits. Please, tell him if you can't take it anymore. He would freak out in case you pass out in his arms.

O: oral <do they like giving or receiving?>

Hades doesn't have any preference, the choice is up to you.

P: pace <are they slow and sensual or fast and rough>

Damn, girl! He likes it rough! Fucking you dumb is amazing, especially when he fills you up and you do all those pretty faces.

Q: quickie <would they fuck you for five minutes or wait until you wait home?>

I feel like he wouldn't like them much, he prefers proper sex.

R: risk <...DUH>

He's the type to not take them, and don't ask him to be the bottom...again.

S: stamina <how long can they last?>

It's usually three or two since they aren't really "rounds", but more like sessions. This means he can go for about 40 minutes...maybe more-

T: toys <do they own any? do they use them?>

Hades has no toys, but he likes using some of them on you. His favourite thing to do is insert a buttplug in your ass everytime he cums inside it.

U: unfair <how much they like to tease>

He likes to tease you so much! Beg for him, please, and be as loud as possible: everyone in the palace must know to NOT enter your room.

V: volume <are they asking for a noise complaint, or are they quiet?>

He is pretty quite actually. Only grunts leave his mouth, even if, sometimes, there are some exceptions (but don't tell him I told you).

W: wild card <a random headcanon☆>

He was so damn afraid to not fit in you, the fear of hurting you was unbearable, but he's happy that it turned out well in the end. You're his strong empress after all, what could he expect?

X: x-ray <what to they look like under there?>

I'll give him 8 inches and the tip is #f5c1a6. Good luck! Slightly curved to the left.

Y: yearning <are they in the mood to fuck or are they tame?>

Not that horny, but the more you guys fuck the more he yearns it.

Z: zzz <how quickly they fall asleep afterwards>

Hades doesn't fall asleep, he prefers to keep you close hearing the soft sounds that escape your mouth while you hug him in your sleep.

#request #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok hades #ror hades #hades x reader #ror x reader #ror x you #shumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok smut #record of ragnarok x reader #snv x reader #snv x you #snv x y/n #snv hades

[iloveyouinred]

Yandere!Kaveh x Broken Heart!Reader

𓇬♡ | Warning: NSFW, slight angst at the start, kidnapping, drugging, noncon, creampie, reader is being tied, reader hasn't go through the formal divorce setting but.. nothing holding you back, etc.

𓇬♡ | Word Count: 1.2K

You thought, you won't move away from him for the longest time. Your husband is the prettiest man you know. You were a pair since childhood, and became one in highschool. It was a long happy relationship. Although all that time you spend with him, he shares it with his side bitch too. The moment you found him fucking that blonde hair girl, you don't say a thing. Not even a gasp escapes your mouth as the unrealistic view of your perfect match, your sweet husband, too busy fucking other woman to realize his wife standing at the door, watching them with face as white as ghost.

For the first time since you love him, you feel a crack in your heart. It grows uncontrollably fast, leaving a hollow space in your chest. You cried for hours on the fastest flight that you booked randomly to Sumeru.

"At time like this, a glass of wine always helps." Is what he always said everytime one of you meets any stalemate in the workplace. Teasing your dislike of its bitter taste. Yet you don't complain when he takes you to the bar, because it was his favourite. You still can't understand why men love this bitter drink. You take another sip before gulping down the second glass, trying to understand the reason behind his betrayal as you savour the bitter liquid.

"I hope I die in my sleep." You said with a smile while throwing a blank gaze at the surface of the red liquid.

"Ah, I really hope you don't. I was hoping to familiarize myself with you." A man that just sat down beside you said that in a sad tone, as he put a glass of pink cocktail on the table in front of you. Half of his blonde hair pinned back with a pretty blue feather adorning his hair, with eyes curved down hiding his pair or scarlet orb. You smile ironically. If you were not in this state you might have been captivated by his charming face. Yet here you are.. unable to return the same enthusiasm he shared with you. You take the glass he offers, and chug it down in one take. He watches as the liquid goes down your throat, still with his smile. The stranger that offered drinks to you was seriously great at embracing your melancholy. You would say he is the greatest empath that can even mourn with you at your pet's funeral. While you are busy talking about this and that with him, not keeping count of how many glasses of wine you have consumed. By the time midnight falls, you were already helplessly drunk by how much alcohol was in your system.

"I am Kaveh by the way, can I have your name?" He asks while guiding you to the bar entrance, after putting bags of coins at tables as he talk about something to the bartender.

"...Where are we going?" Your indistinct speech makes it hard to understand what you were saying. He chuckled, seeing how drunk you were. A frown formed on your face upon noticing your blurry sight. Your eyes were unable to focus, but you didn't miss the way his smile widened, almost ecstatic. Yet your eyelid weighs down on you as he sweeps you off your feet, carrying you in his hand.

"You will make a great decoration." He states as you succumb to unbearable drowsiness.

Kaveh loves to decorate his and Alhaitham's home. Pretty decorations always make the place look better. He collected many beautiful vases, paintings, even a pretty little trinket as he travelled. But none of it beats what he found at the tavern last night. A beautiful girl, looking up at him while sucking his cock. Your hand tied behind your back, body bound by rope and pink ribbons. Your sight is unfocused, unaware of what is happening. The last thing you remember is the strange liquid he forced you to take this morning, when you wake up fully naked on his bed. Your brain can not digest the view of your captor in front of you using your mouth to relieve his hard cock.

Your mind feels clouded as your nose stuff with his smell. Heat forming on your lower abandonment. You can feel your own wetness making a mess on your thigh. He cursed as he grabbed your hair, moving your head to bobbed down around his length deeper. You choked back a moan, letting out a muffled sound which made him throw his head to the back. He trembles as the pleasure wash over him. You feel the warm liquid flow down your throat, unable to throw up as he shove his length deep in there. You cough frantically as he pulls out, letting you catch a breath with face flaming red and jaw sore by how long he fuck your mouth.

"Perfect." He cooed at your teary face. His hand cupping your cheek.

You feel him lifting up your stranded body to the couch with your face down on the soft surface, ass facing him from this angle. Kaveh can't help but rub his fingers against your clit, earning a choked moan from you. Two fingers slid easily in your cunt and he happily hummed at how wet you were. He licks his finger that was glistening with your cum while positioning his cock to kiss your pussy lips. He slid it a few times before entering your hole slowly. You can hear him groaning in your ear, whispering curses at the way your hole tightens around his length. His body pressed down on your back as he shoved his length in your gummy walls. Moans slip off your lips as he keeps on hitting the deep spots inside you. Soon stars clouding your sight as your body trembled, cumming just from a few snap of his hips into yours.

It might be the drug that makes your body hopelessly chasing for pleasure, as you start meeting his thrust. He slapped your ass hard enough to leave a red imprint. Mumbling something about what a whore you are, moving your hips for a stranger. Still his thrust grows faster and deeper each second you helplessly moan under him, until he spills his cum in you. Warm liquid pooled under your leg while he turned your body to face him, giving you a deep passionate kiss as he sucked your tongue. Your eyes roll back as you feel he is inside you again. Eagerly thrusting his cum back into your hole. You don't remember how many times you came, but by the time he reach his third climax you were already too fuck out to conherent a proper word. He clicked his tongue at the mess he made. You won't realize he was gone for a second to grab some stuff, if not by the feeling of a warm towel wiping your body.

"I really want to give you a bath.. but Alhaitham will be home soon." Kaveh said while brushing your hair and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. You don't understand what he is saying though, he keeps on rambling while knowing that.

"Be on your best behaviour okay?" He tied the ribbon in your hair and placed you on the couch, head down with ass facing the house entrance. Your body is still trembling. Your mind was filled with the feeling of Kaveh's warm cum in your womb that slowly seeped out, dripping down the couch. Unaware of the sound of the door opening.

Part 2| Part 3

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