#he dances and he talks like a rich boy and those are the only two things i can think lf

[luminiamore]

plug connie springer x black stripper reader

warnings: boy is down bad, a little bit of mikasa x reader??, mikasa is famous heree, connie is a tease, he’s also hispanic asf, ya’ll didn’t even make it to the club, hints of yandere, mirror action, he fucks u while he’s crossfaded, wall sex, he talks a lot, dude is rambling, good ole cream pie, gotta love breeding

a/n: i got carried away (⌒_⌒;)

can you guys tell i like my men desperate lol, this is so long i might make this a series (4.9k words)

one down, like five more to goooo

The lifestyle of stripping was something you truly couldn’t get enough of. The late nights. The smooth poles. Dancing on those smooth poles. And most importantly, the money. Oh fuck, how you loved the money. Living the fast life gave you such a rush that you adored it just as much as you hated it.

It’s not your first choice, not by a long shot. You were raised in Jamaica, New York. And your parents., you loved them. Honestly, you did, but you would probably be the most miserable person in the world if you kept heeding their strict Christian views.

You tried everything to reach up to their impossibly high standards. They wanted you to get an A in every assignment? Try A+. They wanted you to wear less revealing clothes because ‘No man will ever want you’? You’re showing up to your classes in turtlenecks just to keep their mouths shut.

You even made it a routine to clean the entire house top to bottom on Sundays since they started complaining that ‘You never do anything around this house.’ It was beyond annoying. You were fucking tired.

Growing up in Notre Dame School of Manhattan was nothing short of horrible. Proclaimed ‘good girls’ snorting more than half a line of coke in the school bathrooms. Drugs you aren’t even sure how they got access to, but then again, they are rich white kids. Teachers and hypocritical professors pretend to be oblivious to the bullshit drama their students are in. Your parents’ oblivion for keeping you here is even greater. Even after sharing stories with them, they would advise you to be more like the students at your school.

It was a miracle you didn’t turn out that far gone, despite what your profession is currently. You’ve smoked a little weed here and there. Experience some sort of awakening tripping off shrooms the weekend your parents took a trip to Barbados.

Without you, of course. Despite this, you were always taken care of. Your differences in opinion would never justify their abandonment of you. You knew they loved you when they got you a ticket to see The Weeknd live after you got a perfect score on your final, not after telling you their opinions on the matter, of course.

‘I don’t know why you listen to such devil music.’

‘I should’ve never gotten you this trash.’

The guilt you felt for wanting to have fun kept you from almost going. You went anyway, choosing to avoid allowing their misery to affect you.

Everything was fine; you played along with this draining game, and everything was fine. Until they decided to kick you out for finding a small baggie of blow (that wasn’t even yours) peeking out from the top of your purse. You don’t even know how it got there.

Honestly, you didn’t. You tried to communicate that while they were packing all the clothes they could find in your closet into two medium-sized luggage bags. But they wouldn’t listen, opting for screaming so loud you could see the neighbors peeking through the window. At the very least, they were kind enough not to throw them onto the concrete ground. Their stubbornness was unyielding. You just couldn’t get through to them.

You were able to rent an apartment you had put a deposit on a month before this happened because of the money in your savings account. Unfortunately, your funds were only sufficient for rent for two months due to groceries and other necessities.

When graduation came, your parents were nowhere to be found, so you realized that you had to find a means of earning money before you ended up sleeping on the streets.

You tried looking for a ’regular’ job -- a barista, a waitress, even applied to be a fucking bartender. It’s not as easy as it seems when those who already have one talk about finding a job. Why do they claim that they need to hire immediately and yet still reject you? Considering that your lack of work experience prevents you from being hired, you feign a little on your resume. Turns out, you’re not a very good liar.

Where was pretty privilege when you needed it?!

Despite applying to 500 companies, none could offer you a job within the next two weeks, which happened to be when your rent was due.

You really had no other option. You took your pretty ass and marched to the nearest club. Which happened to be the... Hustlers club? Why did that sound familiar? 

Upon entering, you outright demanded to speak with the person in charge, and when you saw him, he demanded that he offer you a job. Lucky for you, the owner happened to be there that day. He observed the little moment you had when you stormed in..well, he observed the way your tits bounced in your low-cut tee and immediately pulled you into his office.

He had the thought that you would make him a lot of money if you worked for him, and he’s sure his business partner would agree if she saw you. He just had to make sure.

A figure appeared in the corner, striking up from the edge of his desk and making a slight sniffling noise. A girl, a beautiful one with distinct Asian features. Her leather skirt was short, only barely covering past 2 inches of her thigh. Her tits were pushed up to a necklace in a black corset-like top. An ornamental gold necklace.. with the letter M.

Wait. Is that-

That’s where it dawned on you why the name of this club sounded so familiar. On a random Tuesday afternoon, you find yourself standing in front of a celebrity. You were standing in front of Mikasa Ackerman. The Mikasa Ackerman. As in, owner of Mirror Palais, the highest-paid model in Japan, co-owner of one of the best clubs in New York, Mikasa Ackerman. Oh shit.

You remember seeing her on an Instagram reel in front of this very club, along with the other owner. The other owner, his name was.. what was it again? He swivels you around to face him, almost as if he hears your thoughts,

“Eren Yeager, sweetheart.”

A soft handshake accompanied by a gentle tone. He was quick to introduce you to the beautiful eyes that stayed fixed on your face since you walked into the dimly lit room. Eren guides you towards the brown leather couch where his friend is sitting,

“And, this is the lovely Mikasa. I’m sure you sure you know who she is.”

Feeling intimidated by her intense gaze, you nodded quickly and stumbled a bit when introducing yourself. Her following words didn’t calm your nerves anyhow,

“A real pleasure meeting you, beautiful.”

Eren could tell that Mikasa already liked you; the girl was practically fucking you with her eyes. But he wasn’t here for that; he cleared his throat to draw attention to him in the room. He had a goal in mind: to get you signed up. Eren wanted you dancing in his club today.

He sits you down and swiftly gets into business mode.

‘What kind of position are you looking for?’

‘What’s the minimum salary you want to earn here?’

He tries to get a sense of what you’re looking for before proposing to work as a stripper. Although he wants you to, he can compromise. Server position and the minimum salary you asked for was $65,000.

“And I’m not leaving til I get that or something better.”

Well, you wanted better, right? Eren explains to you that his club didn’t have any more waitress positions and Mikasa...

Well, that day, you found out that she was really good with words. She did a great job at convincing you that you’d make double the amount you asked for moving your perfect body on the pole. I mean...

“Look at that body of yours. You’d be pretty famous here, sweetheart.”

And shit, she was right. You really couldn’t blame the girls who never wanted to leave, simply too addicted to the drugs, to the fast life, especially to the money. The amount of money you made every night was simply insurmountable. And you found it funny because it wasn’t just the money. Really, it wasn’t.

The sensation that occurs when your lower body rotates on the pole. The art of dancing like this ignited such a passion from you. The attention, from the men and the women. One of the most popular clubs in the city had you as a crowd favorite. You knew it shouldn’t be something you liked; you never wanted to get too wrapped up in a life like this. But shit, it was sensational.

You didn’t let it slip, even though you shined on the stage. There are people who would take advantage of you even more if they knew you actually enjoyed what you do; you know this. When it was time to go, you left with no hesitation. You had to remind yourself of what you were here for, to provide and care for yourself until you find a better job.

And you stuck to that goal for a solid five months; nothing deterred you. Of course, that’s what you’re thinking. In reality, from the very first moment Eren had you on that pole, you found yourself coming back for one reason. Even if you weren’t subconsciously aware of it, him.

Connie, you heard the owner greet one day. He was definitely attractive. There was something about him, something about how he threw money at you and only you. Your body shivered without fail due to the gray eyes that watched your every move. The way he man spreads and tilts his head back when taking a hit, revealing neck tattoos that you know cover his stomach under that black Nike Tech hoodie. He was so fucking fine.

Only a few men can pull off a buzz cut. How does he do it so effortlessly? Maybe it was the color? How would he change it like it was nothing every two weeks?

You noticed he had a thin mustache, and when you got closer to his face.. Fuck. Was that a diamond nose ring?

He was a drug dealer. You caught that three months ago. Around that point, he began asking for you to exclusively serve his section. Eren had no problem with that; after all, this was his friend. But Connie started getting.. greedy. He wanted more than that. He started getting bold. He wanted your body on that twirling solely for him.

“Hell no.”

Eren filled the quiet section. Your body was followed by both green and gray eyes as you moved on the stage, with Connie’s eyes being more intense and focused compared to the other. The thriving club was filled with both of them enjoying a glass of Richard Hennessy Cognac in the VIP area.

Connie never had a good relationship with mixing Henny and weed. He was aware of that. He has a tendency to indulge in sinful thoughts. He didn’t let that stop him from rolling the blunt anyway.

His mind would get drawn towards dangerous places, mainly when he saw you. The way your thong disappeared between your cheeks under your lacey two-piece made him ready to fuck you right there. To show those perverted and prickly eyes that stuck like glue onto you that they could never have you. That you were his. Or, you will be.

Connie hasn’t even fucked you yet. Hasn’t gone anywhere near the sticky wetness he knows you have in between your legs.

You two indulge in what you could only describe as subtle grinding in the back rooms. All the dancing that you’re supposed to be doing on the pole, you’re doing on his lap instead. It was against the rules; you especially knew this. That didn’t stop either of you. Well, more so Connie than you.

At first, his best friend was against it. The customers you brought in were earning him at least $100k a night. While his other show girls were beautiful, you radiated a different type of aura onto the stage. You were something different. It was genuinely insane how you could move, you didn’t even have prior training. You found that every night, you got better than the previous; it was a natural talent.

Connie, being Connie, offered Eren twice that amount for every night he gets to spend with you alone. That was every night you were on the clock, besides, he had no problem making that back by the next day. When it came to his girl, there was never a problem for him.

And Connie never regretted the amount he spent on you. Being alone with you was something he had grown to crave incessantly. To him? It was worth it. He’d get so excited to just walk into the back room and find you waiting for him. All pretty, just tempting him to ruin you. Then, when you start performing in front of him, your body moves in a way that would hypnotize the stoic man.

And it wasn’t just your body to Connie. There was a certain allure to you. He was observant of the way you moved, spoke, and behaved. He understood that someone like you doesn’t come by every day. He just had to have you, own you. Your body, your fucking soul, everything you possessed, he wanted it for himself. He didn’t care if it sounded selfish; he’s okay with being that when it comes to you.

It’s reasonable to assume that he would have the final say on what you wear for him since he was the only person you would dance for, right? That was the route he took to get your number. That’s the reason you got a text from him while you were getting ready to shower for your night shift.

One of his friends- Was he talking about Mikasa?

You could have given it more thought, but your shift was only an hour away, and Connie was on his way. Using a small gray towel, you drape it onto the fat of your wet boobs. Your hands lather your Shea Butter oil on the top of your left thigh quickly, but you stop when your doorbell rings.

“Coming!”

You yelp, quickly slip on your slippers, and move toward the door. The man had always taken you home, and on the other side of the coin, he always took you to work. You didn’t bother asking how he knew your address the first time, afraid that it would spark an answer you’re not ready to hear. Occasionally, if you were too intoxicated to carry yourself to your apartment, he would act as your knight in shining armor and hold you in bridal fashion to your door without saying a word.

It should have been simple enough: he goes in and gets out. And it would have been that simple if he hadn’t seen your pink lacy thong loosely hanging off your door knob. He was simply a man, one who desired to feel every part of you. The tip of that thong was hanging out of his pockets when Connie left your apartment that night.

Swinging your door open makes you almost breathless. Connie was a tall person. Everything about him just screamed: big. He was easily over 6 feet 2 inches tall, and he came to your door carrying a medium-sized shopping bag. You step back, observing as he comes in right after taking his slides off by your door.

“You’re here early, Con. I’m not ready yet.” You whisper, still a little perplexed he’s already here. Despite the amount of money you know he has, you rarely ever see him in anything other than a white tee and black sweats. Today was no different. Minor differences in each pair made it clear that they were different every time. You suppose it had something to do with his dangerous line of work.

He hands you the cream-colored bag, and his eyes never leave your lips all the while. You suddenly became very conscious that you were breathing the same air as Connie, who appeared right in front of you. He leans in, the ghost of his lips felt against your collarbone,

“You smell good,” His tatted hands sneakily climbed their way onto your wide hips. Before muttering a curse under his breath, he squeezes once. For the first time since meeting you, Connie isn’t being truthful. He didn’t come to your apartment to take you to your job. Tonight, he had different intentions.

He came tonight to put a full stop to the cat-and-mouse game that you guys have been playing for the past five months. Two fully packed blunts and three shots of Don Julio convinced him that his attraction towards you was not going away.

He should’ve realized it when he started making a habit of watching over you outside of the strip club. She needs someone to protect her, he thinks. You don’t pay attention to your surroundings. You have no idea, don’t you? Your beauty could easily lead to someone from the club becoming obsessed and following you. Anyone who wasn’t him.

He also should’ve realized it when he started beating his dick into overstimulation to your pictures on Instagram. And after your shift. Of course, before your shift. Eren witnessed him having to excuse himself during your shift because his dick was painfully throbbing against his boxers.

Connie really liked you. And somewhere in that twisted mind of his, he believed that you two were truly meant for each other. He should’ve never waited this long, “Put this on, ma.”

He pushes the bag towards your chest and moves your hips in the direction of your room. Your thighs twitch as you hum and make a little run to the end of your hall. He follows after you slowly, eyes shifting to the way your ass peaks out from under the towel.

This scene feels oddly familiar. A predator stalking its prey, just waiting for the right moment to pounce. You didn’t know what Connie came here to do; in your mind, you were just getting ready for work. He almost felt sorry for you, almost felt sorry for how he was going to ruin you, almost.

He made sure to take his time approaching your door so that you could be ready and prepared for him when he arrived. And you didn’t disappoint. In front of your vanity makeup mirror, you were sat on the cushion chair. Applying what looked like oil from a flower bottle onto your neck.

You look better in the dress than he expected. Your fat tits sitting so perfectly, and the lace meshing with your skin. You pretended to ignore him behind your seat, starting to feel the weight of his presence around you. This was probably the thinnest item you had ever owned, yet his hands pressing on your shoulders made your skin feel like it was on hot volcanic soil.

You catch his eye in the mirror, and despite your flustered state, he doesn’t grant you the satisfaction of looking away. Not even while his hands lower down to your rib cage, right under your plush boobs. Especially not even while his giant palms wrap around the fabric covering your nipple in a tight grip.

You gasp, a moan bottling in your throat, “C-Con!”

It could have been the way you uttered his name or the way your head pressed against his chest. Regardless, Connie lost control and dropped his head into the crook of your neck, beginning to sprinkle small, wet kisses. He grips harder, and you... you get louder.

“You drive me fucking insane,” Your flesh is now exposed to his hands as they slip into the dress. “Skin so soft,” He kneads his hands into your chest, squeezing as if he’s hoping milk will pour out of them. He groans, “God, you’re so perfect mama.” The thought of that makes a shiver run down his body.

Poor Mikasa, she spent all night working on that dress once she heard it was for you. Connie didn’t even let it last for a good ten minutes before you heard a faint rip sound in the midst of your whimpers.

Your brain is struggling to keep up with the speed of everything happening. You attempt to tilt your head back, but he shuts it down right away. “Eyes on the mirror.” He moves one hand to your throat, keeping you still. You feel your body shake under his hold, twitching slightly from his small attack. You didn’t have the courage to look away, not even as far as you could.

“I’ve been so patient.” Squeezing your left nipple, he drops his fingers down the ripped material until they reach the top of your pussy lips. “Cumming to the thought of your pretty face like a fucking teenager,” His words bring a mewl to your lips. Your body starts sweating, nervous at the way his fingers are just rubbing circles around your skin.

Would he pull away if your hips jerked against his hand? You hoped against all odds that he wouldn’t. You’ve never allowed yourself to feel this desperate for anyone, but being around Connie left you like this. You were at a loss for what to do. Your thoughts were racing to find something, anything, that would bring him closer to you.

It’s unclear what motivated him to answer your prayers. But in the next moment, he pushed his middle finger into the center of where your slick was overflowing onto the cushion. He creates slight tap sounds with the puddle between your fat lips, playing with you.

Your eyes close for just a second and burst wide open when you feel a sudden intrusion in your sticky hole. “A-Ah!” A sob leaves your lips, your eyes falling back to your face in the mirror when you register his next words,

“Eyes on the mirror, mama. I haven’t done anything to you yet,” As Connie slowly moves his fingers into and out of your dripping core, his eyes struggle to keep track of your face in the mirror or the stain you’re beginning to make on his digits.

He settles with the stain you’re creating. He’s massaging your walls in a way that you can’t help but cover them in a creamy white. It’s impossible not to moan with shaky breaths, whispering his name. He figures the wait was worth it. His dreams couldn’t have prepared him for the real thing. It was more noisy, was more sticky, and it was.. real.

What do you taste like?

Your hips shake as he suddenly removes his fingers from you. You whimper, annoyed by the absence of the touch of fingers on your wet walls, but you stop yourself when you see his movements in the mirror. His mouth wraps around his middle and ring finger, sucking your juices to the fullest. Your breathing stops when he moans, “You taste so fucking good.”

Connie silently pulls you up from your seat and presses you against the nearest wall, causing the ripped dress to fall to the floor. Instantly, your back arched into the prominent bulge that was pressing on your bare ass. Your thoughts wander back to your last session with Connie in the backroom. All that desperate grinding.

“You were squeezing so tight around my fingers,” He pushes his sweat down to remove his throbbing hard dick with a little effort. “Y’gonna squeeze my dick like that next?”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

You jump every time the base of his cock slaps down on your ass. Both of his hands grip your sides, his eyes rolling back as he slides his dick back and forth in between your leaking pussy lips.

“Oh f-fuck! Connie,”

Your voice cracks when you call out for him, and he smiles. He cannot deny that this is the perfect thing; it was always meant to be like this. He spreads your cheeks as wide as he can, lining his tip up to your hole that’s clenching around nothing.

“Yeah, b-baby?” Fuck, you were so wet. “Want me to fuck you? Want- Oh fuck. Want Connie to make you scream?”

Your lips tremble, and you try to slide his dick inside you by pushing your hips back. He lets you, too weak himself, to stop you from taking what you wanted. All you can think right now is Connie, Connie, fucking Connie.

“Shittt. Want y-y’to to make me cum! P-please!”

Pushing him even further inside without his help proves to him that you truly want him to make you scream. You’re barely making it halfway with his thick and long build. Connie is incredibly proud of you right now, taking his dick like a desperate bitch and moaning to fuck the rest of his inches in.

He pulls a little of himself out of you, only to flush his hips abruptly against yours with one single push. Groaning at the same time you gasp out, he whispers in your ear, “Scream for daddy, mama.”

You were so full. His cock tip was touching places that you’ve never been to on your own before, causing your mind to go haywire. His pressure against your cervix was so intense it would have been painful if you weren’t so wet. You oblige almost embarrassingly quickly the moment you feel his dick drag at a steady pace inside of you.

Connie regrets not having done this sooner, as the drugs he took earlier are still mixing in his system, alternating and speeding up his thoughts. His body was ablaze. You’re covering the entire length of his dick with your juices, causing him to become frantic and desperate to get more out of you. His thrusts match his crave. You were warm, and your cries were heaven to his ears, “Big! Y’re so b-big, daddy!”

You’re not complaining, far from it, as he tears your pussy to shreds. In fact, you’re taking him so well, and he praises you for it. Like he said, you were made for this moment, for him. You’re such a,

“Good girl. Fuck! My g-good girl takes me so well,”

He can hear your slick drip on the floor below you despite the smacking sound in your room. You’re so needy for him, as he is for you. The walls echoed with your wailing sounds as you fucked him back, making Connie shudder.

He’s gonna cum. He can feel his balls churning as they slap repeatedly against your twitching clit. Fuck. He’s gonna cum so deep inside you he prays it reaches your womb. Although it’s his first time exploring the depths of your perfect cunt, he recognizes that you’re also going to cum.

He can tell by the way your legs are shaking rapidly, by the way, your moans get higher in pitch, by the way, you’re whispering his name out like a prayer. And he’s determined to make you cum before him. Do you squirt? Do you cream? He thinks he’ll die and go to heaven if it’s both. Your next plea erupts another groan to tumble out his mouth,

“M’gonna- M’gonna cum! O-oh fuck- M’gonna cum so h-hard.”

Holding your arms behind your back with his tatted hand, he moves his hips inside you at a faster pace than ever before. “Shit. Me t-too, mama.” He angles his waist to keep pressing into that spongy spot that makes you tremble. “Just like that. Cum, baby. C-cum all over this fat dick.”

Small tears start to fall down your brown cheeks, and your back arches sharply on Connie, causing your stomach to clench at once. The man above you receives both your cream and squirt splashing from your sweet core, and you weep. Your muffled moans fill the air as he cranes your neck towards him for a nasty, drooling kiss.

As he gets closer to his orgasm, his rapid thrusts become sloppy and crazed, and his heart beats twice as fast as he sees the beauty fucked out underneath him. The more Connie moved inside of you, the more he swayed. Your essence was covering his lower half so much that he couldn’t wait another minute before dumping his kids against your cervix, a shaky moan accompanying his release.

His thrusts slow down, causing tiny drops to spill onto the floor, but his lips never leave yours, and he has to remind himself to let you breathe when you start to whine against his mouth. He lets you go and instead presses tiny kisses against your panting mouth.

Both of you, Connie in particular, were on cloud nine. Your clenching onto him brings Connie’s mind back to Earth, but he is not satisfied. He wanted to go again. He needed it, so it was only natural he started moving at a steadfast pace inside you again.

“Again. Let’s go a-again, mama. Shitt. Your pussy is so-”

Before that night, you’ve never experienced pleasure on this level. Connie took you, on every corner of the house. Both of you left unaware of Eren’s multiple missed calls as he fucked his cum into you like a dog in heat. It’s safe to say that you didn’t show up for work that night or the night after. Connie made sure you never danced at a strip club again.

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[blueberryblogger]

just saw someone recycling ye olde "X character doesn't read as Y identity to me, someone who doesn't & has never held that identity & thus am not as intimately familiar with mannerisms, tropes & characterizations that are typically associated with Y identity. There is no evidence for X being Y and you guys are acting insane."

like. do you understand that you are using the EXACT SAME excuse that other people are using to shit on YOUR headcanon that you're so attatched too because it has so much evidence?

did it ever cross your mind that it would probably be harder for you, person who isn't X, to pick up on subtler tropes & identifiers of X that you've never experienced because you aren't X?

like you get how it sounds like you're shitting on other wueer people?

#blocking another god damn fantasy high account that i really liked #because when people say 'theres no evidence for your headcanon' and theyre wrong its bad and tbeyre erasing underrepresented identities #but when YOU say 'theres no evidence for this' you are good and correct and the rest of us are just stupid weirdos #like oh my fucking god bro #if i see one more person who isnt fucking gay say 'erm actually fabian cant be gay he liked girls' im gonna lose it #gay men also experience comphet! #and it's not because he's 'effeminate' #because he really isn't THAT effeminate or flamboyant #he dances and he talks like a rich boy and those are the only two things i can think lf #that make him seem 'effeminate' #but like. dude rides a motorcycle from hell. he fights with a sword and plays football #he punched someone on the first day of school & routinely punches and gets punched by his friends #like. fabian is wildly more stereotypically masculine than he is feminine #most of us think Fabian is gay because up until he took interest in Mazey #he had exclusively expressed interest in girls that were unavailable or unobtainable #his 'type' was literally toxic and/or unavailable women #which SCREAMS comphet to anyone who has fucking experienced it before #'yeah i love women but only the ones i cant have amirite lads' #'classic completely heterosexual man behavior' #anyway #i think its incredibly rude to take people seeing their lived experiences in a character and say 'youre insane bc i dont see it' #especially when YOU YOURSELF have a headcanon that a huge chunk of people cannot understand fully but accept anyway because they get it #because they understand seeing yourself in a character and how important that can be #unlike you #vagueposting #me when i vague for the first time in like 3 years

[nightingalestarchaser]

● Superbia

Pairings: Daemon x Fem!Twin Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Content Warnings: Incest, Heavy implications, Rich people being terrible, Cheating, Slight changes to the canon but let's face it, there's worse things happening in the world than me using this fictional world as my barbie dream house

A/N: So this is the second story I have posted on here, the first I've written for Daemon! Feedback is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy ✨️ 

She can't breathe. 

He steals her breath every time and she hates it. He loves it, of course. Relishes in every opportunity to do it. Prick.

Not that a tiny part of her doesn't love it, albeit deep down. Like how she loves him and hates him, in equal measure. A perfect balance of deep love and deep hatred.

She had no choice but to love him. It is an inherent truth, rooted in her bones. They came into the world together, they have always been bound together. That was what started her hatred in the first place.

She could never be as she was, taken as an individual. No matter what she did, she and he would always be 'the twins' whether they liked it or not.

He liked it. He loved himself, so of course he would relish a replica. 

She hated it. She loved him, but never knew if he truly loved her for who she was, or just as an extension of himself.

Not that it mattered, they were taken as one. Two bodies, one soul. 

It was the most pronounced as children. Exasperated nannies would seek 'the twins' from their hiding spots. Their parents would discuss 'the twins'. Visiting Lords and Ladies would fuss and coo over 'the twins'. The only separation was 'the boy' and 'the girl', when talk of marriage reared its head.

There was some hope for separation as they grew older. They shared blood deeper than most, but that blood was split between two bodies. Bodies that began to become noticed.

His body was noticed for its power, its grace, its strength. It was desired, it was talked about around the seven kingdoms. He was named. They stopped being 'the twins.'

Her body was noticed for its use. How it could benefit others, never her. She was named, albeit under a veil. Princess. Your Grace. Sometimes she suspected that after so many years of being 'the twins', people had forgotten her name. 

He teased her with her name. Called her by it. Made sure only he used it. It sounded better coming from his lips anyway.

It didn't stop her frustration, merely cooled it for a time. He called her other names too, names that were not meant for use by them, with each other. 

She loved him so dearly in those moments. Even as children he would call her names he shouldn't. When they hid from a nanny, or a maester, giggling in dark corners. When she crept into his bed seeking comfort during a storm, or refuge from a nightmare. Those names soothed her, her name soothed her. Reminded her that he knew her, he saw her for who she was.

But they were not made for peace and harmony. When she loved him, she loved him fiercely. When she hated him, she did so with equal ferocity.

He did it on purpose, she knew it. The girl, the lady, would barely have a toe placed on the streets and he would be there. Sometimes sparring in the yard, showing off. Sometimes offering an arm for a guided tour. Always doing it to irritate her. He never cared for those girls, he simply used them in his games.

She refused to do the same. She would not stoop to his level. If she had wanted to, she could. Every Lord's son was keen to take her hand in a dance, compliment her beauty, invite her to their own castles in a pathetic attempt at chivalry.

He always told her she did not want chivalry. She did not deny it. 

To have a man simpering over her was the furthest thing from her desires. She did not want to be placed in another gilded cage to be shown off. He always found her when she hid. Not that she was ever hiding somewhere so elusive. It made her laugh when her father's guards would attempt to get her back inside. One glare would have them retreating. She knew it wasn't her they were afraid of, but she could dream.

He never forced her to go back, to rejoin the dismal parties. He found them just as tedious. They were meant to be the focus of every guest, put on display for every Lord to examine like a piece of meat. They stayed on the outside while they could, protecting each other.

There had been talk of marrying them to each other, especially with Viserys betrothed to the Arryn girl. But why just keep power when you can expand it?

They had the Vale secured, why not plant roots in The North? The Reach? Even Dorne?

Their fate is sealed and torn apart at once. A concerted effort is made to remove the twin image. Twins are two halves of the same person. Twins come together, they are an eternally united pair.

But they are not to be bound to each other eternally. They must be separated.

Guards are placed outside their doors. Maids sleep in her bedchamber. He is still granted freedoms she will never be allowed. She is trussed up, fussed at, preened and plucked. He is allowed to roam free.

The rare times she loves herself are when she is simply herself. Hair loose and flowing past her shoulders, a simple shift dress on, reading by her window and occasionally glancing down to the training yard.  

Hair tightly braided, boots hugging her thighs, the clouds surrounding her as she takes her dragon to the skies and feels the rush of the wind on her face.

She is not allowed those things anymore. She is not allowed to be anything but the perfect image of beauty and grace, trotted out in front of every Lord in the land. 

He at least has some choice. He freely rejects many eligible girls, though entertains those who he knows are a possibility for him in her eyes. The girls she thinks he could take, could steal her place in his bed, by his side, on his dragon. 

They are welcome to him, she thinks in those moments. They see the smile, the strength, the beauty, the perfect Prince. They don't see more and they don't want to see more. They are girls, simpering for a prince, she is a woman who yearns for a man.

Two can play at any game, and she finds it easy to take a seat at the table. She can catch any man's eye, give him a smile, touch his arm, laugh politely, make him feel like there's nobody else in the room. Make him believe he really has a chance.

When all the girls are sent back home, she doesn't rush to him. She lets him come to her, which he always does. 

He teases her with the names of every girl who'd ever looked at him, wondering which one he could possibly choose. He expounds on the virtues of the North, the Reach, even Dorne. He could be the dragon who conquered it, he teases.

She does not believe him, she knows he says such things to tease and irritate her, and she hates him for it but revels in her own superiority. He will always choose her, they are a pair.

What she doesn't expect is that someone else chooses her.

She had, naively, as loathe as she was to admit it, thought she had bought herself more time. Claimed that every man who desired her hand needed to be properly considered. She couldn't rush such an important decision. 

A decision that was never hers to begin with.

She did not choose her husband, her husband did not choose her. Her father and his father simply moved their pieces on the chessboard and fates were sealed.

He is not a bad man, her betrothed. By all accounts he is one of the better choices that could have been made. He is from a powerful house, he is handsome, strong, chivalrous. He is an excellent swordsman, a keen archer, he has an appreciation for music, art, and good wine, he even makes her genuinely laugh at times.

For anyone else, the perfect husband. A man who would take care of her, love her, give her beautiful children and a happy union. 

But all he would be to her was at best a companion, and at worst a vehicle for her worst impulses. She did not cry or scream or lash out in frustration when their betrothal was announced. She beamed, her smile lighting up her face. She held his hand, whispered things to him, played the role of the smitten bride-to-be.

He hated it, and she enjoyed his hatred. When the whispers emerged that she was to be betrothed, he started spending most nights outside the castle walls. She gave up waiting for him, refusing to be a pathetic damsel. One night, feeling particularly dissatisfied and bored, she stole away from her room. She was never afraid of maids or guards, they couldn't harm her.

If she was to be married, she wanted to know what to expect for the rest of her life. The guards outside her husband-to-be's door were easily lured away, and he was even more easily lured once she got inside his bedchamber.

The coupling satisfied her needs at a base level, but no more. She had hoped him being so receptive to her illicit visit would make him see she was not a timid girl waiting to be claimed, alas he was..adequate at best. They would have no problem producing children, but she was not willing to spend the rest of her life being forced to truly satisfy herself by her own hands. 

They were never less twins than the run up to her wedding. For the first time in her life she got a taste of autonomy, even as she was marched towards another man to keep her. She was still Princess, even her betrothed rarely used her name, but she felt the change.

She had thought that her twin would batten down on revenge, find some pretty little thing who would extend his power and be left sitting in her beautiful cage. Alas, his capacity to surprise her did not cease.

He created a name for himself on the Street of Silk, rumors abound that he had taken a whore as his mistress, what respectable Lord would allow his daughter, allow his name, to be attached to such a man?

Not that he cared, he had what he wanted. He could fight, fuck, and flout his defiance freely. 

She tried to forget about him, but how can you forget that which is part of your very soul? You cannot forget your heart,your blood,your flesh and bones. It is always there, with you.

She was held up as a beacon of shining morality. The model child. The perfect twin. A lady, through and through. She would marry the perfect young man, her children would inherit a great house, she would live a blessed existence.

He came to her, one night in the week before she was to be wed. He was waiting in her chambers, playing with a knife and lightly gesturing to her with it as she came into the room. She swatted it from his hands, strode to her bed. 

He knew where she had been, she didn't deny it. She had needs, and what better man to satisfy them than the man who was honor bound to just that?

That pushed him over the edge as she knew it would, delighting in the way they came together like animals, tearing each other apart.

Her wedding day was everything it should have been. The sun held in the sky, basking the city in warmth. She wore a beautiful dress, the crowds cheered and threw flowers at her feet. Her father beamed proudly as she took his arm. 

There were whispers of course, how tragic for the bride that her own twin would rather be out sullying his name than be there to witness his sister's most glorious moment. But the whispers became cheers as the Princess kissed her new husband, held his arm so proudly as they walked out of the Sept together, looking every inch the perfect couple. 

And now she can't breathe.

She had accepted that her wedding feast would be celebrated without the one person she cared about in attendance. Part of her had wanted him to storm in, cause a scene and revel in his worst impulses and another part had felt proud that he couldn't face her, that she was free to take the spotlight. 

But he never did things like she expected or wanted him to. He did indeed storm in, but he did not cause a scene in the way the worst part of her had hoped. He did not charge in atop a horse, high above everyone else. He did not swing a sword at the objectors, the whisperers. He did not rip open her dress, throw her on the table and claim her in front of everyone.

He held her gaze as he walked into the hall, never looking away from her as he slowly walked towards the head of the room, where their family and her new family were gathered. His hand would ghost over the pommel of his sword and move away again. As he walked up the steps to the long table she sat at, she held the perfect surprised expression, a hint of annoyance, a hint of curiosity.

He apologized for his interruption, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt her new husband watch her, reaching for her hand. She took it, her gaze locked on her other half. When he sat at the end of the table, she felt complete. 

He would not have her that night, but she would have him forever.

#daemon targeryan #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon fanfic #hotd #hotd fanfic #barbie girl is offically becoming the soundtrack to my hotd writing #not complaining

[sehodreams]

sex money feelings die - third visit

second visit ↬ third visit ↬ fourth visit

WC: 2.9k

TW and Tags (permanent for the story): rich client!Anton x stripper!reader, smut, fluff (?), a touch of angst for the moment, inexperienced reader, fingering, kissing, lots of silly conversations.

Summary: Working at a night club was difficult in many aspects, your sleep schedule was messed up for life, your feet were more used to high heels than sneakers and you had to lie about where you went to work those nights. Still, even with all those cons, you didn't hate your job, you had more than enough to pay your bills, feed your brother and save money for his college. However, what happens when your boss makes you do the one thing you asked to never do.

Fridays were, except for Saturday, the busiest day of the week, you had two shows and then gave private dances until you had no energy to wake up the next day.

You were choosing your outfit for the day when Shotaro called you apart.

‘’You’re booked for the night’’ he said and left. You didn’t need to hear more, Anton would arrive in a couple of hours, and you’d keep him company all night, it was what you expected, but you didn’t know how you would right there.

You weren’t sure how you would feel being next to him in front of his friends, of course you knew he wouldn’t do anything in front of them, he’s always been respectful even when you didn’t have… whatever you had.

‘’It seems there’s a birthday today’’ Sungchan, standing in the door frame, said to everyone. ‘’The VIP room is being fully decorated’’.

Your heart started to bump, would it be his birthday? Impossible, Shotaro would’ve told you if that was the case.

All the girls cheered up, birthday meant a heavy flow of cash towards them, all the guests would ask for private dances and would choose who to give insane amounts of money, and considering that it was the VIP room, Anton’s friends would make their whole week.

Your show was cancelled, the most popular girls of course had to stay and entertain the special group until they blew up their last cent, and soon you found yourself walking into the room with four other girls.

Anton was there when you arrived, smiling to you like always, and you were about to go to him when one of his friends stopped you.

‘’Could you stay with me? I’m the birthday boy’’ he said blinding you with his perfect smile. He was wearing a little plastic crown and was the only one under a couple of big golden ballons that clearly stated that he was 23, one year younger than you and you started to think, would Anton be the same age?

He was a cute guy, all of Anton’s friends were, but none of them called your attention like he did even before you had started to get to know each other. You knew they were all excentric guys, kind enough to treat well the girls, a kindness that their money and status permit them to have, but somehow never authentic enough for you like his.

‘’Oh, I’m-‘’ you didn’t know what to say, your eyes searched for Anton’s but he had a blank expression instead of his usual smile.

You gave him enough time to talk, but unlike before, he didn’t talk for you, so you frowned. This wasn’t what you expected for the night.

He didn’t say anything to his friend, he didn’t even call for you to scape, so after a couple of uncomfortable seconds making the boy wait, you nodded to his friend, sitting next to him and showing him your staged confidence.

‘’Happy birthday’’ you congratulated him while passing your hand from his shoulder to his hand.

‘’Thank you, I’ve been dying to see you since the last time you danced for us, why are you always so busy?’’

‘’You know, first come first served, sadly I’m so busy I don’t have the time to wait for anyone’’, you don’t know why you said the last part, but you said it loud enough for Anton to hear it, who, next to one of your pretty coworkers, his usual favorite girl that always wore light colors, distracting himself opening the bottle of champagne he had promised you, went stiff.

The music started to play from both sides of the room and a couple of them started to ask for dances.

The birthday boy didn’t ask you for one, but you felt the need of giving him one. For his birthday, you thought, but you weren’t so sure it was just that.

Surprising everyone, including your coworkers, you walked up the little pole with decision, you didn’t use it that much while giving personal shows, but tonight it felt like necessary. The music was slow, almost like a warmup, but you used it as if it was the most sexual song you ever heard.

Watching all of them look at you with expectations, you opened your robe, revealing the new set you had bought not long ago.

From Tuesday to Thursday, you couldn’t stop remembering his words, and just like he had asked you, you thought about yourself and bought a new set you had been wanting for weeks. You convinced yourself to spend that money because you would work with it, and it wasn’t something you usually used, it wasn’t black, blue or grey, but you wanted to gift yourself something new, I deserve it, you thought, so the emerald corset that you would’ve never dared to wear before was now hugging your chest and making you more curvy than never, pushing your chest until they slightly spilled out of it and making your waist smaller.

However, instead of showing it off to who you had waited for all those days, you did it to a boy you couldn’t even recall his name.

‘’Happy birthday’’ you repeated for the boy, with your best seller smile.

You moved along with the song, letting your body flow with it like your conversations with Anton, you caressed the pole and showed as much as you should to everyone in the room.

You slid your chest against the cold metal until you were bended, so everyone could appreciate how long your legs were and the curvature of your ass covered by the little piece of underwear, and how good your skin looked with the dark stockings and the green details.

It wasn’t anything out of the usual for you, you had danced for that exact same group before, you could recognize their faces, but there was a fire inside you that pushed you to be even dirtier than normal, wanting to take off your undergarments immediately to silently tell him, you’re not the only one.

You walked to the birthday boy and loosed the grip of your corset, showing him your back so he could take the satin tape off by himself, letting him open it like his own gift.

You were contemplating if to let him touch you a bit or not when Anton pulled you out of the room by the hand before the boy could even finish, letting everyone shocked inside.

When you got out Sungchan almost stopped him, but Shotaro, who was just passing, stopped him with a glance, allowing Anton to take you to the next room. Sungchan looked at you with worried eyes and you smiled to calm him down before Anton closed the door.

‘’What are you doing?’’ He asked you with a higher tone than usual.

‘’I was in the middle of a dance if you didn’t notice, and that means, I was working’’ you spat in the same tone.

His eyes got darker with your tone, of course the pretty boy had never discussed about not getting his way before, because you could feel the heat coming out from him with every second that passed. ‘’No, you were supposed to be with me the whole time, I paid your boss to have you right by my side, I paid you to entertain me, not him.’’

‘’Yeah, I thought so too, but you didn’t even stop the birthday boy, your friend, so what was I supposed to do?’’

 ‘’Maybe just say no and come to me, is that so difficult?’’

‘’You have no idea how much, you may not know how this is, but I don’t have the privilege of saying no while working. The minute I walk into that room I’m supposed to entertain anyone who asks for it if I don’t want to lose my job, and you could, but you didn’t call me, he did’’ your eyes started to blurry with fury, blinking fast to not let yourself tear up.

He saw that, he saw you trying to be strong, and when you said that he felt so wrong, because he knew the situation could’ve been avoided if he had talked before to his friends.

Your arms were crossed and you didn’t meet his eyes. He saw your chest moving up and down, still angry with him, and bad things went through his mind, like just leaving and going to the girl that was already by his side, or just leaving the whole place, but how could he leave you just like that? He had such a weak spot for you that, after sighing and passing his hand over his face to recollect himself, his other hand, even with the possibility of you plainly rejecting him, searched for yours.

You gave it to him, your frown softening, and he kissed the palm of your hand thankful of you giving it to him. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

‘’For what?’’

‘’For everything, you’re right, I should’ve stopped him, you were just doing your job, I’m the one who should’ve said something.’’

Your lip quivered and you sniffed. ‘’Then why didn’t you just do it?’’

‘’I don’t know, I was so anxious waiting to see you, when you crossed that door I couldn’t concentrate on anything that wasn’t you and how pretty you looked smiling to me, I never thought he would call you.’’

‘’Well, for your information, I’m pretty popular around here’’ you said with a small grin.

‘’Oh, that I know’’ he smiled when he saw you relax to him.

He continued kissing your knuckles and, when he didn’t have any finger left to kiss, interlocked his hand with yours, pulling you to him to then wrap you with his arms. It was warm, the heat of the discussion replaced with the heat of intimacy, an unknown sensation for you, never hugged like that for a man before, making you feel shy against his chest. Hiding your face on his neck, after inhaling the cologne you perfectly knew at that point, you felt his hands playing with the undone lace of your corset his friend was about to take off.

‘’I thought about what you said’’ you admitted. ‘’I bought a gift for me.’’

He chuckled next to your ear. ‘’So you did think about me these days.’’

‘’Maybe’’ your hands gripped his shirt, ‘’you said you like green, I mean, it’s not white, your favorite color, but I prefer green.’’

His eyes closed hard taking in what you just said, you remembered what he told you, and you did think about him, you didn’t plainly say it, but he could feel how much you had thought his words. He denied with his head, ‘’I love green.’’

You smiled.

His hand followed the trail of your back until he found the small of it. He wanted to move his hands further, but he didn’t know how you would react. Everything with you was so unsure, doubting if to gamble or not into the situation, he was too hesitant to ask for more.

Both hands gripped on each side of your waist, and appreciating how much of you he could hold, his mouth left a soft kiss over your ear, making you jolt with the shiver it sent.

‘’Can I kiss you?’’ he murmured the only thing he thought you would permit.

You gulped, the room had the lights on and he could perfectly see you, you had no way of hiding how nervous you were, and besides, with him you had no way of acting anymore.

Your ears were red again and, moving one of his hands from your waist to your face, holding your cheek and making you face him, eyes up to him, he pulled your mouth to his, because if you hadn’t refused him until then, you just wouldn’t. After days of talking to you he realized you may not be able to say no to others, but with him you had the freedom of speaking your mind, and you knew that, if you refused him, he would stop.

A whimper almost scaped your lips, his mouth was so soft against yours, like nothing you had felt before.

Well, not that you had kissed many guys before, one in high school prom and the other was the one you gave your virginity to, an asshole that after fucking you never called you again.

Still, it felt surreal.

So, this is how it’s supposed to feel, you thought.

His mouth first left quick pecks, a delicate touch of both mouths almost too chaste for you to feel deserving of it, but then he felt more comfortable, and after grabbing the back of your neck, he pushed his mouth against yours, making you open your mouth to interlock your lips with his and teach you how to properly kiss.

His lips worked yours with experience, something you didn’t have at all. You wanted to think your movements, but he was so overwhelming, his whole presence was too much for you, making you dizzy with the feverish sensation that creeped your cheeks while one of his hands kept playing with your corset.

You gulped when he gave you a second to breathe.

He had noticed you didn’t know what to do, so he did his best to guide you, but even he was getting dizzy with the way your mouth accepted him with clumsiness but yearning.

How it was possible for you to apparent all that confidence and knowledge when you couldn’t even follow an innocent kiss? He died to find out, it wouldn’t be in that moment, but some day he hoped.

His mouth went back to you and stole your breath with every minute against yours.

Not much after, when his hand pressed the side of your rib, close to your chest but still not that bold, your mouth opened to leave a soft moan, and he took advantage of that to push his tongue inside.

You whimpered loudly, making his member wake inside his pants.

The room was so fucking hot he felt his turtleneck making him sweat and he wanted to push his hips with yours so close to grin and find some satisfaction that eased the pain, but he contained himself and, to not pull you closer, he pushed your hips way from him instead, to not let you feel his hard on. Your mouth was pretty much locked with his, but he felt like he’d scare you with his boner if you couldn’t even deal with a kiss.

He laughed in the middle of it, you always made him enjoy your company so much, he couldn’t believe he was thinking how to not make you uncomfortable with his erection when you were in front of him revealing your body with one of your skimpy outfits you had to wear at work, he was sure you had seen enough boners at that point of your career, so how would his be any different that made him too shy to display?

You whimpered when his tongue pressed harder against yours and he knew he was fucked, because how could any man resist you? He wanted to hear more, a lot more, he wanted to kiss you for hours until his cock leaked untouched, he didn’t need your touch to feel good, just your mouth touching his was enough.

He had no way of stopping you when you started to push him to the couch behind. His calf touched it and his whole body fell sitting over it, waiting for you to straddle his lap and let him feel your weight over him like the first time he called for your company, hoping to feel the same movements over him but now with your mouth over him and desire instead of disgust.

You couldn’t even sit when the door opened and you jumped away from him.

‘’Time’s up’’ Sungchan said.

You gulped and hid Anton with your body, not letting Sungchan see how his mouth had rests of your lipgloss all around.

You suddenly felt like a girl hiding her boyfriend from her dad, and Anton had a grin on his face because he felt the same, as if the dad of his girlfriend was about to kick his ass for stealing his little girl’s innocence when, in reality, he was a client in an establishment only for adults.

‘’We’ll be out in a second’’ you said with an exhale, making him lift an eyebrow, and after a long second, nod and close the door.

When Sungchan left you turned back to Anton with lingering dizziness between you two, you wanted to continue but at the same time thought it was the best that Sungchan had stopped you. You were about to rut yourself against his dick like the first time you entered the VIP room alone with him, and that time you didn’t want to, so it was easy to stop, but now? You weren’t sure anything, or anyone, could stop you.

‘’I should go an apologize to my friend’’ Anton said after catching his breath and looking up to you with drowsy eyes. His hand slid behind you and helped you tie you corset again.

‘’And I should go with you, after all, I’m your company for the night’’ you quickly answered, swiping a finger over his lips to clean the remaining makeup you had left.

‘’You’re right, you’re always right.’’

You sat over his lap the whole night while he whispered praises to your ear, making you smile and ignore everyone’s curious eyes.

second visit ↬ third visit ↬ fourth visit

#riize x reader #riize smut #anton x reader #anton smut #riize imagines #riize fluff

[genjv4rse]

𖥻 zb1﹎my love playlist 🪡 ˒𓆩⠀⠀⠀

tw! ; angst, fluff, a bit suggestive, lowercase intended.

jiwoong— try again (by jaehyun x d.ear) ˒ ꙳

despite you and your lover both being from two different worlds, you two still try to stay together forever. all those little arguments and making up only makes your long distanced relationship stronger, pulling each other closer, growing up more mature as you two learn and love everything together. step by step, little by little.

❛ I'm always on your side, we'll be alright ˳ ⋆

zhanghao— old love (by yuji x putri dahlia) ˒ ꙳

dating hao was the most beautiful thing that has ever been done by you. he was the epitome of lovely. just like him, dates planned by him were the best too. that summer night where he stole your first kiss under the full moon or when he ditched the prom with you just so he could slow dance with you at a secret place in the school's backyard, constantly showering you with kisses and muttering how pretty you look in that dress. he surely made you feel all sorts of love.

❛ come on and hold me, I want you right here ˳ ⋆

hanbin— only (by lee hi) ˒ ꙳

he was your dream love and you were his. shy sneaky glances, lingering touches, countless daydreams, sleepless nights thinking about one another and all heart eyes. but none of you were confident or sure enough to confess until you initiate your proposal first and things become so much dreamy and lovely as both of you dwell in eachothers warmth ever after.

❛ my only one, everytime i see you, i want to have you ˳ ⋆

matthew— 10 months (by enhypen) ˒ ꙳

your childhood friend that's a mix resemblance of a cute puppy and the bright smiley sun has been confessing to you ever since you two learned to talk properly. being the mature yet younger one you couldn’t help but giggle at his desperate attempts and defending pouts. but as you two grow up your feelings become more and more prominent and so does his attempts of proving himself that he's your dream man now and your left with no choice but to accept his cute love.

❛ starting tomorrow I'll protect you, all day all night ˳ ⋆

taerae— double take (by dhruv) ˒ ꙳

sleepless nights he spends writing verses of love songs dedicated to you, his friendly classmate. his crush on you is so obvious yet shocking to everone. you’re his muse, his little happy love and he's planning to make his move this prom night with the specially readied song before anyone elss claims you.

❛ tell me, do you feel the love? ˳ ⋆

ricky— beside you (by keshi) ˒ ꙳

no matter how hard you try to deny it, it seems like you’ve taken a bit more interest in that crazy rich heartthrob who's trying to court you, constantly seeking for your attention and perhaps some love. (ps. your ex crush long that you were planning to confess long forgotten) he declares that It's love at first sight and tries to prove he is the best one for you. your the best thing that happened to him and lover boy is absolutely whipped for you. he's never felt such devoted love hehe. so will you be able to ignore him and your blooming feelings? spoiler : you wont ;)

❛ you say this ain't love, but it's the same love ˳ ⋆

gyuvin— every summertime (by niki) ˒ ꙳

you never knew your usual normal summer would be romanticised by a certain goofball and become this exciting and lovely. that summer left a strong warmth in your heart as you fell for him harder than ever and you knew that was it, that this boy named kim gyuvin wss the only one you’ll ever need in not only summer but the whole year, wishing to grow up in eachothers loving embrace.

❛ every year we get older, but I'm still on your side ˳ ⋆

gunwook— love story (by taylor swift) ˒ ꙳

that evening was a truly magical one. you on the balcony watching the sun go down the horizon as your new neighbour's son's figure across the street underneath attracts your attention, meeting eye to eye and suddenly your stomach feels all funny as your pulse rises. that was the start of your little romeo-juliet story but with a happily ever after. sneaking out at the middle of the night with him, skipping classes for quick picnics and doing all sorts of funsies you swore you’ll never do.

❛ It's a love story, baby, just say "yes!" ˳ ⋆

yujin— softcore (by the neighbourhood) ˒ ꙳

being in a secret relationship with an idol wasn’t so easy as you were stuck in the four confines of your room, occupied with studies and yujin on his run around the world doing various promotions and practices to secure his position as a qualified idol. but even in amidst of all you two survive on eachother, comforting and strengthing one another, keeping eachother alive from this hell of a life and healing the wounded souls of one another beacause everything's okay on nights where he sneaks into your room and you take a break for him.

❛ i might need you or I'll break ˳ ⋆

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[dameronscopilot]

Hi!! Request for kinktober 😳 Santi + spit kink + “you look good with my hands around your throat”

Hard for me to pick tbh but LETS GO WITH IT LOL

Xx

(Coming in hot with a gift for you. Xoxoxo)

Agitation

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader

Summary: After Santiago left for Colombia, the hurt you felt eventually bled into anger as the years passed. And when he comes back, an offer for a mission dancing on the tip of his tongue, those feelings of resentment are all that you can feel.

… but the two of you always had an unconventional way of working through your anger.

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, unprotected p in v, rough sex, spit kink, praise kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, choking kink, angst, angry(ish) sex, wall sex

MASTERLIST || MORE KINKTOBER

You should have known he would try to pull some shit like this.

When Santiago Garcia finally deigned to grace you and the boys with his presence in your quaint Florida town, your first instinct was to slam the door to your apartment in his face.

Well, you’d tried, but he’d been too quick, blocking the motion by swiftly notching his booted foot in the doorway.

And while perhaps you expected that the others might have been able to offer far warmer greetings for the man whose rich black curls were now streaked with gray hairs to mark the passage of time, you couldn’t extend the same hospitality. Not after years spent tangled between sheets with him, chasing a reprieve from your shared trauma from Delta Force with wandering hands and hungry mouths. Not after he left you to pick up the rest of the pieces alone when he decided he’d rather chase the rest of his demons head on, oceans away.

You couldn’t blame him, not really. All five of you were irreversibly fucked up after the things you’d seen over the years, the things you’d done. Each of the boys found their own ways to numb the pain—Will’s motivational speaking, Benny’s dedication to the ring, Frankie’s addiction.

Knowing Santiago as well as you did, it didn’t surprise you that he’d jumped back in headfirst by taking on a gig as a private military advisor. He was always far too restless to stay still, too focused and determined for the quiet, easy life you’d settled into after you’d hung up your fatigues for the last time.

It had been nothing more than a pipe dream hoping that, somehow, the place you’d painstakingly carved out in your heart for Santiago would be enough for him to call home once and for all.

As the weeks following his absence blurred into years, your pain bled into anger and resentment. Though he did his best to stay in contact with all of you from time to time, you eventually stopped returning his calls.

So it was nothing short of a small miracle when you stepped finally stepped aside and let him in, eyes narrowed in suspicion as his gaze carefully cataloged the changes to your apartment since he’s last set foot in it. When a near imperceptible shudder ran through his body as his eyes raked over the coat hook, where’d you’d angrily thrown his jacket at him before telling him not to bother coming back for the last time, you decided you’d give him five minutes. No less, no more.

Five minutes somehow turned into a hometown tour when you begrudgingly joined him as he made the rounds to speak with the others, far too curious to see if anyone else would laugh in his face like you did at the ridiculous idea he’d come to table with you all.

Now, packed into the back seat of an SUV in fucking South America as you and the boys headed back to your lodgings for the evening—a nondescript motel off the beaten path—you were furious. Because of course Santiago would drag you all the way here only to drop a bomb in your laps over drinks. This was a fucking suicide mission.

And when Santiago decided he had a deathwish by briskly following you into your room when you returned, you shouted exactly that in his face, hands thrown in the air in frustration.

“I can’t fucking believe you tricked us all into coming over here,” you seethed.

“Would you have said yes if I’d been entirely honest upfront?” he asked calmly.

“Absolutely not.”

He crossed his arms. “Exactly.”

“Fuck you, Pope.”

He flinched as you spat the nickname at him condescendingly. You never called him that.

“Look, I saw on Facebook…I thought you’d want the money to help your sister…” he began.

“Don’t you fucking dare bring her into this,” you growled.

He put his hands up in the air. “Sorry, sorry. I just…”

You took a step closer to him, the toes of your shoes bumping against his boots. “You just what, Santiago?”

“I just want the team back together!”

Poking him square in the chest, you snarled, “You should have thought of that before you left, asshole.”

You were pleased to see anger begin to crawl through the cracks of his calm façade. “Don’t you dare fucking make this about us. You told me to go. I asked you to come with me. This is bigger than us now. We all need that money, and we can’t do this without you. We need you. I need you.”

He pushed closer to you as he spoke, and you felt the solid press of the wall behind you as you took half a step backward. A fresh wave of anger flared in your gut at the last three words.

Leaning close, you whispered cruelly in his ear. “Is that what you tell all the pretty little informants that you fuck?”

A chuckle rumbled in Santiago’s throat—it was a deep, lovely sound, one that reminded you of better days. Easier days. It made something inside of you ache, something nestled deep down in a long-forgotten corner. “Sure, if that’s what you really think of me.”

Something flared in his eyes as you met his gaze, your noses nearly brushing. “Even if I did want the money, I’m not doing it.”

He tilted his head slightly to the side, assessing you. “And why’s that?”

“Because that’s my way of saying fuck you, Santiago,” you replied evenly.

A disbelieving laugh fell from his lips. “So now it’s spite? You’re going to stand here and be a fucking brat just to piss me off?”

“Some things never change,” you said with a patronizing smile. For all that you’d worked side-by-side like well-oiled machine back in your days as operatives, you’d also developed a habit of riling up the unshakable Santiago when given the chance. As the group’s de facto leader, you felt that sometimes he needed to be taken down a peg. Or five.

But you also did it because the two of you had your own way of working through your anger. A way that neither of you could get enough of.

Santi’s eyes briefly flicked down to your lips, and you knew he was remembering the same thing. Snorting quietly, he brushed his thumb along the curve of your jaw.

“Hm. I thought you seemed tense. Those Florida boys just not cutting it for you?” he asked calmly.

A lick of heat curled in your abdomen at the implication. You shrugged, a challenge in your eyes. “Not quite.”

As his thumb reached your mouth, he paused, putting pressure against your bottom lip. “I guess I can’t blame them. You’re such a sweet girl. Nobody would know how goddamn dirty you are when the lights go out.”

Your lips parted slightly, and you felt as he shifted, firmly placing his thigh between your legs.

It was true, nobody would know.

But Santiago? Oh, he knew.

And right now you were far too fucking keyed up to ignore the spark of arousal that shivered up your spine as his thick, muscled thigh pressed up against your hot core.

When you didn’t respond, he said, “Tell me I’m wrong,” increasing the pressure.

With a whine, you panted out, “You’re not.”

“Mhm,” he affirmed, slipping his pointer finger into your mouth as you bucked your hips forward.

You opened your mouth wider for him, your tongue automatically swirling around his fingers while you began to suck on them. And no longer able to deny yourself of the pleasurable friction of the seam of your pants pressing against your cunt, you began to ride Santiago’s thigh.

“That’s it. Good girl,” he murmured, pushing his digits in so deep that you nearly gagged, drool sliding out past your lips.

As you continued to chase your rising, cresting waves of pleasure on his leg, Santi’s other hand slid across your collarbone, eventually making its way to your neck. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, he certainly remembered exactly what you liked.

His fingers curled, squeezing down just enough to pull you toward a dizzy edge, and you keened, fisting a hand in the front of his shirt as you felt your slick arousal soak through your pants and into his.

“You always looked so good with my hands around your throat,” he said admiringly. “Now open wider for me.”

You let your jaw relax as he removed his fingers, only to lean forward and spit roughly into your mouth.

“Fuck, Santi…” you whined as he cupped the back of your head after you swallowed and licked your lips. He leaned forward to kiss you, but you tilted your chin upward, lips falling open again.

Caressing your jaw with callused fingers, he pressed a soft kiss to your bottom lip before pulling back and spitting in your mouth again.

You surged forward and slotted your mouths together in a kiss, biting his lip as you reached down and cupped the throbbing erection that was straining against the confines of his jeans. He let out a husky groan, his forehead falling against yours.

Sliding off of his knee, your fingers fumbled with your pants as you made quick work of shoving them down along with your underwear. You kicked them out of the way, and Santi’s own pants and boxers soon came to rest beside them.

Santi went to scoop you up into his arms, holding you up against the wall, and you protested, “Your knees—“

“I don’t give a shit about my knees,” he growled, burying his thick cock in your dripping cunt with a single thrust.

You cried out in pleasure as he stretched you open, one hand threading into his curls as your lips desperately sought his out for a sloppy, needy kiss.

Santi’s hips snapped rhythmically up into yours as he fucked you against the wall, both of you moaning into one another’s mouths as he drug his shaft in and out of your tight walls.

He deepened the kiss, wrapping his tongue around yours, and your cunt squelched wetly as he penetrated you repeatedly, his shaft soaked with the wet juices of your arousal.

“Santi!” you cried out once your rapidly building dam of pleasure erupted in a gushing release, your legs trembling as you tightened your grip on him and rode out your climax.

“So fucking pretty when you come on my cock,” Santi breathed out, pulling off of the wall and carrying you toward the bed.

He laid you down on the edge of the mattress and continued to pound into your dripping entrance until his own release approached. You watched as Santi’s posture stiffened, and you lifted up your shirt up just as he pulled his cock out of you, fisting himself hard. You slid off the bed slightly to get closer to him, arching forward, and the hot ropes of cum that spilled from his cock streaked across your naked breasts.

Once his shaft was spent, he leaned down, cupping your face in both hands and kissing you hard.

He pulled away after a beat, a mischievous look crossing his features as he nodded in the direction of the shower.

“So…I heard this place has decent water pressure. Let me clean you up?”

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Comments, reblogs, and/or asks are always appreciated!

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[namelessalessandra]

First Meeting

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: You’re at a party in montecarlo and your cousin introduces you to some of her friends

Warnings: alcohol usage, speeding, Charles and Pierre

Also English is not my first language so there could be some mistakes

I reach out my hand to the tray held in balance from a waiter and grab the first drink that happens to me, if I’m going to survive this evening I definitely won’t be sober. I move around the crowd, looking around trying to find my cousin who practically begged me to follow her to this party full of rich presumptuous people from Montecarlo, I feel totally out of place while I sip from my glass with fake confidence. The long, black and adherent silk dress that I chose to wear does not help me to breathe any better since my corset holds me at the waist, plus it’s so hot I could die.

-(Y/N)- I hear shouting and so I turn around looking for the source of the voice, hope filling my eyes. My cousins comes towards me, smiling. She wears a beautiful golden dress with a very sexy split on the leg, and a non vulgar neckline that stands out from her torso.

-Oh, thank god I found you. When can we leave?- I ask getting closer to her, some spoiled rich young man slams against my arm, making me almost spill the drink and I would like to shout at him but I don’t even know half word in French so I contain myself. When I decided to take the plane from Italy to come to Montecarlo to my cousin’s without even knowing a sentence to introduce myself I didn’t worry that much. And it wouldn’t have been a problem if I had decided to stay for a couple of days or a week, but the three summer months proved to be a very long time in a country when anyone who talks to you seems to call you a stupid in every situation. My cousin laughs when she sees me rolling my eyes and surrounds my shoulders with her arm

-I remind you that I can’t speak French, so how do you want me to communicate to your friends if I can’t even introduce myself?- I ask raising an eyebrow, my perfect cousin hints a laugh that only causes me more confusion

-there they are! Boys!- she exclaims raising her arm and moving like a possessed, I follow the direction of her gaze, my face totally red because of embarrassment since some people around us turn to look at us, but when I see the two guys my cousin’s talking to, all those daddy’s boys around us disappear. I hear my cousin say to me ‘come with me’ before pulling me faster and we reach the two guys.

-(Y/N), he’s Pierre- my cousin says pointing to the first guy, he has blue eyes and fleshy lips pulled into a mischievous smile, surrounded by a light uncultivated beard. He hands me his hand that I squeeze quickly

-piacere di conoscerti, (Y/N), tua cugina ci ha parlato molto di te, finalmente ti conosciamo- (nice to meet you, (Y/N), your cousin told us a lot about you, finally we meet you) he says in perfect italian, I’m totally taken aback.

-He is Charles- my cousin starts talking again, pointing to the other guy. His eyes are clear too, but a different shade from Pierre, even though I can’t recognise it that well because of the sun downing. His lips are less flashy but his smile is surrounded by a couple of really cute dimples. He takes my hand and kisses it’s back without ever taking his eyes off of me, I’m speechless and so I just blush like a fool

-ci ha detto che eri bella, ma non così tanto- (she had said that you are beautiful, but not that much) he says, always in Italian, after letting my hand go. My cousin snorts a laugh

-always a Casanova, Leclerc- I hear her mutter amused, out of the corner of my eye I see Pierre surrounding her hips with his arm before taking her to the dance floor where some guys started dancing. I’m alone with Charles who hands me his hand again

-do you want to dance? These parties are not that much of fun, but there’s alcohol and food and dancing is a good excuse to get to know you- he comments in English making me laugh, I accept his proposal and in a moment we’re next to Pierre and my cousin, who are moving on a slow and not particularly tempting dance. The total opposite from the guy who’s holding me against his body. I can feel the muscles of his toned arms against my body and his perfume gets into my nostrils, and I don’t know if it’s the alcohol that I drunk o some other reason, but it smells so good that my head starts spinning

-So, (Y/N), your cousin said that you’re spending summer with her, but you’re not from here. Where do you come from?- Charles asks while moving in time. Reluctantly I distract myself from his good scent to try and give him a good answer.

-I’m italian. My mother and my cousin’s mother are sisters, both italian, but my aunt met a monegasque and moved here while my mother stayed in Italy- I answer shrugging my shoulders. Our eyes meet and my breath shakes. Is it me, or is he the most handsome guy that I’ve ever seen?

-And how do you know Italian that well?- I ask back, Charles raises his eyebrows almost shocked, but it only lasts one moment because then he comes back smiling at me

-I work with Italians so I had to learn- he explains and when I’m about to ask him about his job, the song ends and my cousin takes my wrist exclaiming something about appetisers. My gaze stay for a while chained to Charles’s while I let her drag me to the buffet, I only turn around when I see him come towards us with Pierre.

-So, what do you think?- my cousin asks taking a shrimp tart, I take a salmon one, shrugging my shoulders amused

-shrimps are not really my cup of tea, you know I prefer salmon- I joke making her roll her eyes. She gives me a small slap before whispering

-I meant Charles. What do you think about Charles- she explains herself even though she knows I understood the first time. I am saved by the arrival of the subject of the speech and his friend. My cousin hands Pierre a tart and he takes two champagne flutes. Charles hands a flute to me too and I gladly accept it. I see him taking a tart too.

-So is this how you guys party?- I ask the three of them, who look at me confused. I shrug without hiding my disappointed expression -from someone so devoted to luxury I expected funnier parties. Come on, you go around aboard Ferraris and Porches, swim while listening to music on your enormous yacht and then have such boring parties?- I add, my cousin laughs. We often joke about our countries different cultures.

-Tell us, then, how do you party, you little ungrateful italian?- Pierre asks without hiding an amused smile, my cousin looks me in the eyes, praying me not to do it by shaking her head. I extend my hand to the blond one.

-Come on, give them to me- I say amused, and I talk again at his confused gaze: -the Keyes of your Porsche, or Ferrari, or whatever it is- I am careful to also move my fingers to highlight my expectation. Pierre looks at my cousin as if he’s asking her confirmation of what’s happening. She sighs

-(Y/N), please, don’t do that. You don’t know what you’re getting into- her voice is full of embarrassment, I raise my eyebrow at the blond man at her side who’s still hesitating

-you know what? Here are the keys of my car, let’s see what you can do- Charles intervenes giving me his keys. I smile at him, satisfied, and thank him before moving towards the parking with them close behind. I click on the key looking for the right car. A dark grey opaque Ferrari with a red strap and a blank one on the hood. I’m not that good at recognising cars, usually, but the symbol in plain sight gave me the clue. I get on the driver side and turn to the owner of the car after putting on my seat belt.

-Are you coming or not?- I ask smiling at him, I feel full of adrenaline and my cousin understands it because she pushes Pierre to the next car

-hurry up, let’s get on the car before we lose her- she says to him in a whisper. Charles takes place beside me and puts the seat belt on while I turn on the car. I turn to the drivers on the car next to ours being careful to make the engine roar

-meeting point is the pizza place on the seaside. You think you can beat me?- I ask not holding back my fun. Pierre looks at me as if he’s thinking ‘are you serious?’ before we both start driving. The distance from the party terrace to the pizzeria will be no more than ten minutes, Charles' convertible car makes my hair flutter in the wind that is created with my speed and I can't help but scream with excitement. Pierre, beside us, seems as amused as I am while we challenge each other to who is faster. Charles next to me laughs incredulous as I press more on the accelerator and put a hand out of the window to feel the air flowing. When we’re about to arrive, Pierre surpasses me for one minute and I let him be with tranquillity. Charles tells me to surpass him and I look at him. I smile mischievously and when I see the pizza-place’s sign I press on the accelerator surpassing his friend, just then I stop the car in front of the entrance. Pierre joins us after a second and I see my cousin take off her seat belt and come towards me with big steps.

-Before shouting at me, how do you want your pizza?- I ask putting my hand in the neckline of my dress. The positive in wearing a bra is that I’m not obliged to take my purse with me because I can put my money inside it. My cousin rolls her eyes before shrugging her shoulders.

-Okay, I’ll take care of it. Do you guys have preferences?- I ask turning to the boys who still look at me upset but amused. Both of them shake their heads and so I get inside the pizza place. Within a few minutes I get back in the car, and pass the cartons and beers to Charles.

-Hey Pierre, do you think you can keep up with me? We are about to reach the free beach at the end of the promenade- I raise my voice to talk to the blond who makes the car roar in response. So we leave again, challenging ourselves in the three minutes car ride to reach the designated point. We stop at exactly the same time, luckily there are no cars around because there is a party in the city center, so we can park calmly and get out of the cars.

-Where did you learn to drive, little Italian?- Pierre asks amused, I burst out laughing shrugging my shoulders

-If I told you where would the fun be? - I ask before taking off my heels because we reached the beach. My cousin intertwines her arm with mine letting the two go forward. A tell-of is coming.

-I love your immeasurable ego, cousin, and it really looks like it brought you luck. You really didn't understand who those two are?- she questions scolding me in a low voice so as not to make them hear us, I shake my face before looking at her curiously.

-The typical sons of dad you introduced me to even a few years ago when I came to see you?- I ask uncertain. She sighs raising her eyes to the sky, hitting her forehead with the palm of her hand.

-Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly are two Formula 1 drivers- she exclaims in a low voice and my heart loses a beat. I widen my eyes gasping like a fish and she nods. We both burst out laughing because this is exactly one of the things we would both expect from me, and the we reach the guys. We spend the rest of the evening eating pizza and drinking our beers, talking about this and that, until Pierre proposes to throw us in the sea. He and my cousin immediately take off their clothes and go into the water, leaving me and Charles alone. I remember the news my cousin gave me before we sat down to eat and I decide to say something.

-I would never have challenged him if I had known you run in a car for work. I didn't want to look like a buffoon or anything, I just thought you were the typical dad's children that my cousin introduced me to when I was little- I say in a low voice, embarrassed. Charles, who just took off his jacket and shirt, turns to look at me. His toned torso distracts me for a moment as I see him approaching.

-I don't think Pierre's ego was scratched in the slightest, in fact I think he had fun- he responds to reassure me, so I nod and give him my shoulders moving my hair from my back to one shoulder

-Could you unty my dress?- I ask and I don't have to repeat myself twice because a second later his fingers touch my back. My cousin screams, then we hear the sound of water and Pierre's laughter.

-Hey you two lovebirds, are you coming? The water is beautiful- he yells at us as my cousin resurfaces and throws herself on his shoulders. I turn to Charles thanking him

-Now let's hurry, or Pierre comes to get us by the hair- the brunette jokes making me laugh. I take off my dress and he takes off his pants and we run to the water, where we clash in a war of splashes all against everyone.

#tumblr #charles leclerc #pierre gasly #formula one #f1 #imagine #Charles Leclerc imagine #cl16 #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader

[sea-owl]

I love the idea of the posh and wealthy Bridgerton siblings falling for their spouses in the spouse friend group au. Penelope and Simon constantly have to translate. They have a running competition about whose Bridgerton is the poshest. Eloise is offended at first until Philip points out that for his birthday she bought him first edition versions of some of his favorite books.

Eloise: Well I certainly wasn't going to give you a 2nd or 3rd edition! (shudders).

Philip: Just for that remark, you get another point.

OR

Sophie (staring at the ring Benedict is proposing to her with): I can not wear that thing.

Benedict: I told Anthony that I should have gone up a carat size!

Sophie: Ben, I'm pretty sure they could see that rock from SPACE! There is no way in hell I can wear that on my finger while working.

Benedict: Oh then that's no problem! I can reserve the store for us tonight to pick out a proper one! (turns around to call the jeweler).

Sophie proceeds to add two points to his score.

OR

Penelope (opening Colin's fridge): Colin, why do you have four kinds of cheese in your fridge?

Colin: I know it's sad but the store was out of the good Brie and Wensleydale so I'm a bit short today.

Penelope: I'm adding a point for every cheese in your fridge plus the two you mentioned.

This ask reminds me of @newtonsheffield lavender haze au, which I highly recommend.

I'm going to be completely honest I haven't thought that far into their relationships or the au in general, but I love the thought of the spouses only group chat just keeping score of whose Bridgerton does the most rich people posh shit. Anthony is currently in the lead. Daphne has the lowest score only because Simon won't add points for certain things because he has done some of those things. The others have to call red cards on him sometimes and then give Simon points. The Bridgertons never know their actual scores because their lovers will sometimes add points without telling them.

I have thought about how the two groups officially run paths.

I am also going to slightly redact one of my statements from my previous post. Michael and Francesca are friendly with one another. They were distantly acquainted at best when she was dating his cousin but when they got engaged and John later became sick, they bonded into a friendship. He doesn't know the rest of them though.

Lady Danbury throws a charity ball, and the boys have to go since they are the heads of their families. They beg and bribe to bring the girls as plus ones because going alone is just asking for matchmaking mamas to throw their daughters at them. The girls finally agree when Simon reveals that it's a masquerade ball so their faces will be covered.

Well guess who was also at the charity ball.

The group kind of splits off once they're at the party. Gareth and Lucy go raid the desert table before Lady Danbury pulls them to the side.

Standing next to Lady Danbury is a middle-aged woman with two others, her children most likely.

"Gareth, Lucy, this is Lady Violet Bridgerton and her children Gregory and Hyacinth," Lady Danbury introduced.

The group talked for a little while, mainly about the four in university and how their studies were going. Lucy didn't miss though how Gregory kept sneaking looks at her.

At one point Gregory whispered something to Hyacinth who only smirked at her brother and held out her hand. Gregory rolled his eyes before placing some money into the outstretched hand. Hyacinth counted it before nodding.

"Gareth I do love this next song coming on. Come dance with me." Without waiting for answer Hyacinth dragged Gareth off.

Violet only smiled and nodded. "Oh yes the next dance is so much fun. Lucy you must join in."

"Oh, I don't know the steps," Lucy said. Gareth how dare you leave her alone with his matchmaking grandma.

Lady Danbury taps her cane to the floor. "Nonsense! Gregory can lead you can't you boy?"

Gregory nods, holding out his arm for her to take. "Of course. Shall we?"

Phillip pulls Penelope off to go see what plants are around the conservatory.

"Look at all these plants Pen!" Phillip sounded like a kid in a candy shop. He excitedly pointed to some Penelope roses. "Here's your flower!"

Penelope giggled. "You know Pip I think you take the term wallflower to a whole new level."

"Hush Pen."

As Phillip continued to show her all the different plants, Penelope couldn't help but feel like someone was staring at her. Which was weird, she was never noticed at these things growing up. Discreetly Penelope began to look around and oh no. Here she thought she be unrecognizable now. The last thing she needs is for a scene to happen and her mother find out she's here.

Penelope grips Phillip's arm gaining his full attention.

"Pen?"

"I think I've been found out."

Phillip fully turns, blocking most of Penelope's small frame out of sight. "Your mother?"

"No, the Bridgertons." Penelope gestures.

Phillip follows and sees a young woman Penelope's age and a man about Michael's age. "Which ones are they?"

"Colin and Eloise."

Phillip looked back down. "Weren't you close with them?"

"You know after that huge fight with Mama I basically ghosted everyone, I knew from high society including them. If they find out I'm here now they'll make a scene. There is no sublte bone in either of their bodies, in the whole family."

Phillip begins to tug Penelope along again. "Well, I guess we'll keep moving.

Michael and Sophie head off to dance.

During one of the dances you are supposed to switch off partners. Sophie finds herself practically swept away with how quick her new dance partner switched her from Michael.

"I apologize," he said. "Francesca wanted some time to talk to Michael."

Oh, Sophie knew of Francesca. She was engaged to Michael's cousin when he passed. During that time period when Michael wasn't with one of them, he was with her.

Sophie looked over her shoulder. None of Micahel's usual flintiness was there as he whispered something to Francesca.

"I say those are some lovely tattoos you have."

Sophie turns back towards her new dance partner bewildered. Did he seriously say lovely and tattoos in the same sentence?

"Who are you?" Sophie asked.

"Benedict Bridgerton," the man said.

Benedict. Sophie's knows that name too. He was in some of Penelope childhood stories. "The nudist?"

Meanwhile Simon and Kate kind of take it all in from the side lines.

"I see why you wanted all of us to come along," Kate joked as she watched all the older women look on in disappointment from seeing her next to Simon. "They look absolutely visous."

"They most certainly are," Simon said, his eyes still on the crowd.

Kate was about to say something else when a voice cuts her off.

"Basset!"

Simon turns towards the voice, the first smile he had all evening lighting up his face. "Bridgerton!"

A man the same age as Simon rushes forward and the two embrace. Behind him is one of the most elegant looking young ladies Kate has ever seen.

Bridgerton. Kate has heard that name before, but where? Maybe a story from one of the others? Bridgerton, Bridgerton, Bridgerton. Oh. "Bridgerton? As in the eight siblings who all share one brain cell?"

#this got long #i need to stop doing that #spouses friend group #bridgerton spouses #bridgerton siblings #simon basset #kate sheffield #kate sharma #phillip crane #penelope featherington #sophie beckett #michael stirling #gareth st clair #lucy abernathy #bridgerton

[white-poppie]

Volleyball Papas

Haikyuu boys as dads

HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!) 

The moral-story

The kind of dads that try to be as positive as possible for their kids. They got hurt? Everything happens for a reason, sweetheart. They are always trying to teach their kids something or another, be it life skills or academic skills. They are patient with answering their kid's curiosities and repeat them as much as they want, they don't need your help in teaching the kids.

Kid: "Daddy, where do kids come from?" Them: "Go ask (parent)"

Okay, maybe there are a few exceptions.

Akaashi, Kuroo, Sugawara, Yaku, Daichi, Kita, Yamaguchi, Iwaizumi

The Sugar-daddy

The kind of dads who would spoil their kids rotten. Everything is served to the kid on a silver spoon, after all, why not? Their dad is filthy rich. Weekends are the only days they are truly free, so those days are reserved for you and their kids, he has two babies to take care of after all.

Them: "Uhu, don't cry love, I'll get you a real cat instead of the plushie." You: "Babe they are two years old!"

Kuroo, Kenma, Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, Bokuto, Iwaizumi

The big and chunky

The big, beefy, overprotective dads. They tower over people easily, carrying their kid in one hand and helping the old lady with another. The kind of dads who are stuck to their kids like glue. Sometimes you have to pry them off so that you can spend time with the kid too.

Them: Uhh..sorry I have a kid and a s/o, I am not interested You and Baby: ehehe *maniacal chuckle*

Osamu, Daichi, Ushijima, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Aone, Suna, Kita, Semi, Asahi, Aran

The clueless dads

You know the kind of people who don't pay attention in science class and have no idea as to how to take care of an infant? Yep, that's them.

If you on into labour and are in pain, these mfs go "but it can't hurt as and as being kicked in the balls.' stfu boy.

Overall it takes quite some time to understand the whole 'being a dad' thing, but they only mean good.

You: "You brought pads instead of diapers..." Them: "What's the difference?"

Lev, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Terushima, Oikawa, Kyotani, Asahi (he is trying is best uhuhu), Tendou

The cool dads

Listen, they are like any other dads when the kid is small, once the kid becomes a teen, they become the cool dad. The best wingman, hype-machine, barbeque-maker!

They are cool, but they don't miss a chance to embarrass you.

Them: "And remember that one time you pooped in your pants at school and thought you had stinky mud on your shorts?" *sniff* Kid: "Dad...why are you including this in my wedding speech?"

Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu, Terushima, Tendou

The baby-language experts

They think they understand what the baby is saying when they are an infant. You will see them having a full-on conversation with the child when they can only babble. (spoiler: They do not know how to talk in baby language and end up offending the baby instead.)

Baby: "ADADABAH!" (Translation: Dad you are stupid)

Them: "Mhm, Gugu-gaga!" (Translation: ...eat lady gaga?!)

Baby: *Gasp*"JABAHABAH!" (Translation: (Parent!) daddy is acting weird! )

Them: "MEEBAHAHA" (Translation: Chimpanzees dance on Hippopotamus)

Baby: *screech*

Bokuto, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Sugawara, Lev, Aran

ADADADADA (Translation: Don't forget to like reblog if you find it nice.)

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[mangardel]

Hi!!!! I have a Jeremiah Fisher request!!!! Jeremiah and the reader are at a party on the beach and when the reader goes to talk to Belly a girl walks up to him and flirts with him. Belly points this out to the reader abs she gets mad and goes over there but Jeremiah sees her and stops. He tells her she is all he wants and makes it a point to kiss her in front of the girl that’s was flirting with him.

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Jeremiah Fisher x reader

Warnings: Bitter sweet fluff, established relationship, gender neutral reader

The light from the bonfire lit up your face as you held your knees to your chest. You sat alone tuning out the sound of Cardi B playing in the background when a loud “FUCK YOU” could be heard from behind you. You turned around to see Belly being consoled by your brunette boyfriend before he ran off to talk to a random group of girls who had called his name. Before you could have time to process how you felt about the interaction you heard Belly plop herself down beside you. She brushed her hair out of her face and mimicked your knees to the chest style of sitting.

“I thought you hated parties.” You spoke first, still surprised from the little scene she made earlier let alone that she even showed to something like this.

“I thought you hated preppy rich kids.” Belly retaliated. She turned to you with a sly smile, happy to see another familiar face that wasn’t pissing or brushing her off.

“Touché”

“Oh my God” Belly suddenly dropped her head to rest against her knees, her face still turned in your direction. “Do you think everyone really saw me fall on my ass?”

“Most likely” Belly let out a groan at your response, turning her head into her chest and contracting her knees closer to her body. “But it’s fine, everyone’s probably too shitfaced to even remember by tomorrow.” You placed your hand on her upper back and gave it two small pats.

“Why does my brother have to be such an ass? I’m almost sixteen, I think I can handle myself at a fucking party” She brought her head up again to rest her chin on her knees.

“I’m sure he’s just looking out for you, that’s what big brothers do.” You reassured her in the best way possible. The girl let out a breathy chuckle.

“Yeah and while he’s watching out for me I think you need to be watching out for your “Jere Bear” over there” she points towards Jeremiah’s direction. “Gigi has been all over him since I got here.”

You turn your head to look at your boyfriend who is indeed flirting his ass off with Gigi by the shore. She’s basically eye fucking him, running her hands down his chest and slightly pulling at her bikini top. Bitch. Jere only counters her attempts with a smile and what you could only imagine to be sly, clever comments on her body and the way she wouldn’t get off of him.

You stand up and brush the sand off of your clothes, ready to have to chew him out and maybe slap a bitch in the process. You start to walk over to where they stand by the water. You swear the sand beneath your feet is starting to sear with every footstep you take. As you get closer, Jeremiah turns his head as he senses your presence. He gives you that wide smile with those pretty blue eyes. He makes it so hard for you to stay mad at him.

“Baby!” He practically shouts as he runs over to you. He squeezes the life out of you, pulling you against his lean body until he pulls away, giving you a quick peck on the lips. “Where have you been? I missed you.” He holds your hands in his larger ones and brings them to both of his cheeks.

You rip your hands away from his face in a sharp and vile motion.

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“You obviously didn’t miss me enough to start flirting with Gigi of all people.” Apparently you had both taken your conversation far enough to leave Gigi completely out of earshot as she kept watching the ocean’s dance.

“Baby-“

“Stop calling me baby”

His smile started to drop. The boy hated seeing you even slightly upset and especially if it was at him. He didn’t think he could take it.

“Y/n you know it doesn’t mean anything, you know that? Right?” He lifted your chin with his hand from where your head had dropped to look at your feet. “You know that, right? You know that you’re the only one I want, right?” He asked you for the second time. He seemed as though he was begging. He had brought his hand to your face, slowly rubbing his thumb back and forth. Even though you wanted to stay mad at him and at least make him feel the slightest bit guiltier about what he had done, you knew he already felt terrible enough seeing you like this.

You finally looked up at him, giving him that small grin that made his heart melt out of his chest. Deep down you knew he only had eyes for you, he proved it to you every time you were together.

“Yeah Jere, I know.” You said. Taking ahold of the back of his hand and slowly turning your face to land a kiss on his palm. He smiled at you.

That’s when Gigi began to walk towards you both, realizing Jeremiah had been gone for longer than she had liked.

“Hey Jere are you coming back or wha-“ she was cut off by her own disbelief. Before she could finish her sentence, your boyfriend made sure to land a passionate kiss on your lips. He pulled you in close, making sure to look like he was ready to rip your clothes off at any second if Gigi couldn’t take the hint already. Fortunately she had already began to walk away. Smart woman.

When you and the boy had finally pulled away for air, he gave you that bright smile that made your knees weak.

“I love you so fucking much baby”

“And I love you Jere”

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[midnightfire830]

I’m bored, it’s late, and I’m not feeling great (like usual), but I don’t have the energy draw anything for asks so imma just hammer ya’ll with headcanons and ideas from cyberpunk because I feel bad I haven’t been talking about it as much. I have so many cussing ideas for this AU but I’m running out of ways to express those idea. Yay. ✌️

Anyway! Here’s some thoughts and little tidbits about Cyberpunk!

- Dr. Flug is a genius cybernetics designer and helped create all the tech that the cupbros use. And he’s behind all the programming. As instructed by the Devil. Hat of course helps Flug a lot with the tech. (The demon race is especially well known for their advancements in cyberware technology. The other races also specialize in certain things of course, but demons are known for cyberware.)

- Black hat also does own a casino. Although the tables are usually operated by androids plus a lot of gambling machines and coin slots. And an antigravity dance floor that Bendy really, REALLY wants to try.

- Mugs has a literal teleportation device that works with his dash charm. It gives him a larger range and more control on direction. It’s powered by his magic and his charm and it only requires him to throw down a specific piece of tech where he wants to go and he’ll teleport there. He can only carry one person.

- Mugs also has a support item. I drew it a few times in some drawings. You’ll notice in his character designs he wears two scarves wrapped around his forearms. Hat imbued his favorite scarf with some cyberware tech (and some magic) to turn his scarf into a capture weapon that works a lot like Aizawa’s capture scarf in My Hero Academia. He uses it as a non-lethal way of fighting. And for better range.

- Holly is the guy in ther chair. Whenever anyone goes on patrols she’s on commas tapping away on her screens. She hacks cameras remotely so that the boys don’t get caught, listens in to police radio and tell them where any crime might be happening.

- The Devil had decided to cut off majority of the Quester’s money access. He put pressure on the Quester’s usual buyers to not purchaser their products, so money is currently tight.

- Tho they get by by mostly selling to smaller companies and oftentimes regular people anyway so it doesn’t really matter.

- Food in their world is kinda crap. Oftentimes they have to buy prepackaged food to reheat. Everything is always processed food bc they can’t afford much more than that. (That is to say fresh produce is RIDICULOUSLY expensive). Only the rich can really afford it. I wonder who’s fault THAT is…

That’s a few little tidbits for now. Enjoy!

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

What You Can Learn Ch.3

Summary: After being suspended from AEW, Max’s dad decides to give him a life lesson by sending him to one of the poorest parts of Long Island to get a small taste of what real life looks like. What seemed to be a nightmare soon turned out to be quite the journey when he meets a single mother and her nosy offspring. And for the first time in his life, Max will quickly realize that what truly matters in life might not be his beloved money after all.

Word Count: 948 words

Pairings: MJF x OFC Ella

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Last night when Max returned home from the only shitty stripclub around, he came to his biggest revelation since moving to said neighborhood. He finally found out why his sexy neighbor seemed familiar to him. She was one of the strippers that danced inside the glass showcases.. And boy, was she something else! He made sure to wave at her once she spotted him in the crowd, and he could’ve sworn her cheeks turned red when she realized who he was. Max doubted she made much money in that shitty club. She could be rich if she danced in L.A. or even downtown New York, but in this shithole they lived in? He would bet his pinky ring finger she did barely enough to support herself, the child and rent.

This would for sure give him some kind of advantage from now on, and oh, he couldn’t wait to use such an advantage in his favor.

Max was finishing grabbing his mail from the box when he felt someone staring at him. He looked around but saw no one, and it wasn’t until he looked down that he encountered the pair of blue orbs looking up at him.

“Can I stay with you until mommy comes back from the bank, please?” Violet who was usually loud and annoying, seemed scared and was now whispering.

Max frowned at her odd behavior and suddenly felt himself grow worried “Is everything alright?”

Soon after the words left his lips, he thought to himself *What the fuck? Why do I sound worried? What’s wrong with me?!*. Violet’s eyes filled with tears that she bravely tried to hold back but eventually failed. The clear tears rolled down her cheeks and Max felt the urge to sooth her.

*Ummm, ok. Ewww, what the hell is wrong with me?!* The thought roamed his mind again until he looked at Violet’s little hands “What happened to your doll?” The ragdoll her mom recently gathered money to buy her was ripped apart and a bit of the cotton stuffing was peeking out through the ripped seams. Her long wool pink hair was cut short and she now only had one button eye instead of two.

“Some mean boys from down the street said mommy had a naughty job and I got upset so I poked my tongue at them and they did this to Dolly” She showed him the doll and hot tears now flooded her eyes. The doll she’s been wanting for months and just recently got it. The same doll she proudly came running to Max to show as soon as her mother gave it to her two days ago was now nothing but a pile of fabric and cotton.

For some strange reason, Max felt angry. Incredibly pissed at those juvenile delinquents that ruined the only happiness Violet was able to have in weeks! And not only that but they also had the courage to trash talk her mom’s job?! Oh, they were dead. So dead!

He felt his jaw clenching as he took the rag doll in his grip and Violet’s little hand with his free hand “Where are those boys from again?”.

One hour - and the threat of punching the boys’ father in the face if this ever happened again along with the promise that they would leave Violet alone - later, Max sat with her at his kitchen table. She was playing with the Cheez-It pieces on her plate and had barely touched her juice box. She was quiet, distant and strangely introverted, only speaking when Max talked to her. This felt weird, strange and utterly wrong! The little rascal who could never shut up was silent and Max didn’t like that. For the first time in the month since they met, he just wanted her to do the only thing that always pissed him off: talk nonstop.

“Do you want to watch some tv? I think Paw Patrol’s on right now” He asked, but the little girl only shook her head ‘no’.

Max couldn’t believe the words that were about to leave his lips, but still he let them out anyway “Do you want to talk about what happened? Or maybe, I don’t know…a hug? Would that help?”.

Violet’s eyes filled up with tears again and she raised her arms at him. Max instantly found himself taking her up in his arms and hugging her tightly. She buried her face on the crook of Max’s neck and cried as he soothed her “It’s ok, rascal. Those boys won’t ever come close to you again, I promise” Max rubbed soft circles on her back while he continued “I’ll get you another doll, ok? Don’t need to get upset”. Violet’s tears and snot stained Max’s gray tank top, but for some strange reason he didn’t care.

“Mommy will get upset with me” She sobbed and her little arms closed around his neck, hugging him tighter.

“What? Of course she won’t! If anything she’ll want to go there and kick those boys and their dad’s ass!” Max's statement made Violet giggle and the small sound somehow made his heart feel lighter. “Look, I’ll talk to her and explain what happened once she gets here, ok?”

“Would you really do that?”

“Of course, rascal. It will all be alright, you’ll see”.

And as if by a hint of fate, Max and Violet heard her mother calling for her on the street.

“C’mon, beastie. Let’s meet your mom” Max kissed her hair before opening his front door. The last thing that crossed his mind before he laid eyes on Violet’s mother was only one question: What the fuck was going on with Maxwell Jacob Friedman?.

#what you can learn series #mjf x reader #mjf fanfiction #mjf aew #mjf imagine #mjf #masochist writes

[reveuni]

The Flower & the weed: chapter five

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Synopsis: Yerim a girl used as a drug mule by her own mom. After a drug delivery goes wrong she flees the city and heads to the countryside where she meets a boy. He’s taking care of a garden behind school where he unbeknownst take care of a illegal plant

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pairing:Jungwon x fem! drug mule! reader

It’s Friday night and the city is still awake. The moon’s glow was strong, and the air was chilly. Yerim shivered and pulled her black bomber jacket tighter around her, people who were out partying wore light clothing and didn't seem to care about the cold weather. Massive buildings stood beside the street, loud noises could be heard from all the clubs open. Yerim was now outside club Aura, waiting for the guard to finish looking at her ID. Without a suspicion, he let her in. Loud music, people yelling and dancing, the smell of sweat and alcohol fills her nostril’s. She is trying to slip through the crowd, but it's hard when people dance body to body with each other and push the girl back and forth. She has reached a staircase and begin to text the customer.

A man in a white shirt comes forward her and whispers in her left ear.

“Reindeer”

“ID”

The man takes out his mobile and shows his chat ID now she knows it’s him.

She leaves two bottles in the man's hand, and she gets back a wad of money. She skims through it quickly to see she got it right money back. She was done for the day, all she wanted was to go home and sleep. On the way out, she sees a familiar woman in a tight-fitting black dress, the face is very familiar. The woman approached her when she was within range so yerim could see her properly, she saw the one and only Joohyun.

“What are you doing here?!”

She grabs Joohyun's wrist and when joohyun notices it's yerim she tries to pull away from her grip.

“What are you doing?”

She asks Joohyun once more. The girl's face was not pleased at all.

“What about you. Are you selling here!”

She snarls back.

A bit away, Yeji and her group are standing and looking towards them surprised that Yerim is in a club.

“What the hell! Is that Yerim?”

“Huh? Yerim… it's true that's her”.

“Do you guys know her? She can join us”

A man comes up to Yeji and wraps his arm around her shoulders. Yeji doesn't answer him. She hadn't even listened to what he said, she was completely absorbed in listening to their conversation.

“Let's go and talk to her”

“Come back quickly I will be here” Said the man, drunk and impatient.

“What did you do with your expensive clothes?”

“What expensive clothes it's all just debt.”

They couldn't believe their eyes. The silver spoon child wasn't wearing her usual expensive branded clothes. She was instead wearing worn out all black clothes, a dusty cap that had become more gray than black a new different sight for the group.

“What a joke she is always acting like she is all that. You and your mom are just pretending to be rich”.

“Joohyun let's go”

Yerim still has a grip on her wrist, she tries to pull her out of the place, but she refuses and pulls back.

“She’s with us starting next week”

The man from before came towards them again and asks them.

“You are not coming?”

“Go ahead” Joohyun answered him.

“Hurry up”

The man was also very familiar. He had a white shirt the same as the customer she sold to she looks closer and recognizes his face and his snake ring on his index finger, it’s him.

“Anyway we are busy, so we’ll get going, let's go”

“Are you really going to hang out with those guys?”

When Yerim realizes who Joohyun really was going to hang out with, she became more worried and tried even harder to get her out of the place.

“I'm asking you a question”

“So what if I am. Why do you even care”

“Those guys….just don't be with them”

“And if I do?”

“For fuck’s sake just listen to me”

“Who the hell are you and why the hell should I listen to you? Do not talk to me anymore”

Yerim can't stand to argue anymore she leaves the troublesome girl inside the club, why does she even care. She was now some blocks away from the club, you could still hear the music in the background. She can't completely let it go with Joohyun. She sits down at a bench thinking should she go back in or not. Why should she, she doesn't care about her, but still, what if the man uses the drugs Yerim has sold, and he spikes her drink. After a while, she decides to go in and really get her out. She does the same routine as before to get in. She runs around the whole club looking for the girl. She arrives at a table completely deserted of people. All that was left were drinking glasses with empty bottoms and liquor bottles and the small bottles Yerim had sold, he had used them after all. They had left the table. Yerim thought it was not her problem anymore until she realizes that there is someone laying under the table completely still. Yerim runs forward and shakes the woman to make the woman respond to her actions, but no response comes from the girl.

“Hey,Joohyun…Joohyun”

She puts her one finger in front of her nose, she doesn't feel any air coming out of her nose. She tries to get her cell phone out of her pocket and almost drops it from shaking. She dials 911 and gets on the line, immediately a lady answers the call.

“This is 911. What can I help you with”?

“She…she is not breathing. Here is a person who is not breathing”.

“Where are you calling from?”

“Club…. Aura”

After she had called 911 she had rushed to the bus stop to buy a ticket for the earliest bus leaving, she could not stay in the city. After she had rode the bus a bit, the landscape began to change, it went from skyscrapers to farmland. When she arrived, it was an early morning. She was unable to understand what had just happened during the night Joohyun was dead. She sat down on a bench completely destroyed, she started crying and shaking. She cried and cried, so people were staring at her and didn't know what to do with her.

“Excuse me. Are you okay?”

She looks up at the person who had just asked her how she was. It was a boy around the same age, he had feline-like eyes who looked at her with a concerned look.

“I…killed”

She looks down again and tries to get the words out from her mouth, but her sobs made it hard for her to get it out.

“What did you say?”

She wipes away the tears with her sleeve and tries to calm herself down and is able to get the words out.

“I killed someone”

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[urlocalweirdperson1232]

All right, all right, that's what I'm talking about! Now, everyone give it up For the maid of honor, Angelica Schuyler!

A toast to the groom! (To the groom, to the groom, to the groom) To the bride (to the bride!) (To the bride, to the bride) From your sister (Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)

Who is always by your side (By your side, by your side) To your union (to the union, to the revolution!) And the hope that you provide (You provide, you provide) May you always (always)

Be satisfied (rewind) Rewind, rewind, rewind Rewind, rewind, rewind Helpless, skies... skies Helpless, drowning... drowning Rewind (Rewind)

I remember that night, I just might (rewind) I remember that night, I just might (rewind) I remember that night I remember that-

I remember that night, I just might Regret that night for the rest of my days I remember those soldier boys Tripping over themselves to win our praise I remember that dreamlike candlelight

Like a dream that you can't quite place But Alexander, I'll never forget the first time I saw your face I have never been the same Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame

And when you said "Hi, " I forgot my dang name Set my heart aflame, ev'ry part aflame This is not a game You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied I'm sure I don't know what you mean You forget yourself

You're like me, I'm never satisfied Is that right? I have never been satisfied My name is Angelica Schuyler Alexander Hamilton

Where's your family from? Unimportant, there's a million things I haven't done Just you wait, just you wait So so so

So this is what it feels like to match wits With someone at your level! what the hell is the catch? It's the feeling of freedom, of seeing the light It's Ben Franklin with a key and a kite You see it right?

The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes Everything we said in total agreement It's a dream and it's a bit of a dance A bit of a posture, it's a bit of a stance

He's a bit of a flirt, but I'mma give it a chance I asked about his fam'ly, did you see his answer? His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance He's penniless, he's flying by the seat of his pants

Handsome, boy does he know it Peach fuzz and he can't even grow it I wanna take him far away from this place Then I turn and see my sister's face and she is

Helpless And I know she is Helpless And her eyes are just Helpless And I realize

Where are you taking me? I'm about to change your life Then by all means, lead the way (Number one!)

I'm a girl in a world in which My only job is to marry rich My father has no sons so I'm the one who has to social climb for one So I'm the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in New York City is insidious

And Alexander is penniless Ha, that doesn't mean I want him any less Elizabeth Schuyler, it's a pleasure to meet you Schuyler? My sister

He's after me because I'm a Schuyler sister That elevates his status I'd have to be naive to set that aside

Maybe that is why I introduce him to Eliza Now that's his bride Nice going Angelica, he was right, you will never be satisfied Thank you for all your service If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it I'll leave you to it

I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she'd be silently resigned He'd be mine She would say "I'm fine", she'd be lying

But when I fantasize at night, it's Alexander's eyes As I romanticize what might have been if I hadn't sized Him up so quickly At least my dear Eliza's his wife At least I keep his eyes in my life

To the groom! (To the groom, to the groom, to the groom) To the bride! (To the bride, to the bride, to the bride)

From your sister (Angelica, Angelica) Who is always by your side (By your side, by your side)

To your union! (To the union, to the revolution) And the hope that you provide (You provide, you provide) May you always (always)

Be satisfied (satisfied, satisfied, satisfied) And I know (be satisfied, be satisfied, be satisfied) She'll be happy as his bride (satisfied, satisfied, satisfied) And I know (be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied)

He will never be satisfied I will never be satisfied

Stfu I didn’t watch it yet