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[chelseypprimrose]

The Boy’s a Liar / bfd!Negan x Reader / no-apocalypse AU 🧟

Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, boyfriendsdad!negan, oral (female receiving) use of belt, squirting, swearing, use of degrading names, general Negan ness, voyerism, unprotected sex, reader is a little evil to her boyfriend : NOT PROOFREAD YET

Summary: Reader finds out her boyfriend cheated on her via a Snapchat story, she takes sweet revenge with her boyfriend’s hot as fuck dad.

A/N: I’ve never wrote for breeding kink before so please be kind lol 🤍 I had a lot of fun with this one!

“Fucking waste of my damn time.” You cursed yourself, boys are so stupid. You couldn’t stop watching the Snapchat story of your boyfriend’s best friend, your boyfriend so obviously kissing a woman that wasn’t you. Not a care in the world, disrespecting you and the values you held in a loyal relationship. You didn’t know it this was a common occurrence that you just hadn’t noticed or a drunken one off. Not that it mattered, it was still a betrayal of your trust.

Eyes glossy with tears, you were driving towards your boyfriend’s house that he shared with his father, Negan. You didn’t even have a speech prepared, what you were going to say, if this was the final nail in the coffin of your relationship, your mind was running at a mile a minute.

Pulling into the driveway, you turned off the engine and put your car keys into your handbag, getting out and walking with purpose to the front door, your heels slamming on the concrete floor. You knocked on the door loudly, no answer. You knocked again, your hand shaking with annoyance.

The door finally opened but it wasn’t your boyfriend who stood before you, it was Negan.

“Hey doll, what you doing here so early? I was just making breakfast if you wanted any?” He offered before he took a proper look at your face, noticing the black tears of mascara that ran softly down your face.

“I don’t know what kind of fucked up morals you’ve taught your son, Negan, but I thought you were a better man. Obviously I was wrong.” You said with spite, you were letting your feelings be known to anyone who would listen. It was just unfortunate that it was the wrong person to direct your anger towards.

Technically, Negan hadn’t done anything wrong, but he was guilty by association in your current messed up state. You just needed to vent at someone, and Negan was the closest person to your boyfriend.

“Woah, doll? What’s wrong, what’s he done?” Negan moved aside so you could come in, walking towards the kitchen, the smell of fresh bacon and egg filling your nostrils. You placed your handbag on the kitchen counter, arms crossed, your hand playing with your necklace.

“He went out last night and he kissed a girl, I saw it on his friend’s Snapchat.” You managed to get out through a small sob, your eyes filling up with tears again. You couldn’t believe you were crying like this in front of his dad, you felt embarrassed.

“Jesus Christ, I’m sorry dollface, I didn’t raise the kid to do shit like that, we are loyal to our women.” Negan sighed, his hand running through his salt and pepper beard, trying to find the words to make the pain in your heart go away. His eyes watched you as you grabbed a tissue from the box placed on the dining table, using your front phone camera as a mirror to wipe your tears away.

“You know what though, it might be a blessing in disguise.” Your head whipped around to give him a look of disbelief, in what world could this be a blessing? “What the fuck do you mean, my boyfriend cheated on me? How could that even remotely be a blessing?!” Feeling your anger building up again, Negan walked around to your side of the counter, towering over you, his head coming down to whisper in your ear. “Oh please, Y/N. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me, remember that party a couple months ago, goddamn doll, you couldn’t take your eyes off my dick in them swim shorts.” He gave a small laugh, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his eyes watching your chest raise with each breath you took. “You need a real man to take care of you, I heard you with him. I’m experienced enough to know when a woman is faking it to spare a man’s feelings.” Your eyes met with his, how on earth could he tell. You couldn’t even deny it, while your boyfriend was good enough, he was too soft with you, complaining when you’d asked him to just choke you a little bit. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt you, he’d said, your eyes rolling in annoyance.

“How the fuck do you know that?” You asked, his cologne hitting you in the face as he got ever so closer to you. “Like I said doll, I know women. You want to be played with don’t you? You want someone who knows how to please you properly, give into it doll. I could give you all the pleasure you’d ever need.” You let out a soft moan, knowing this was wrong but your petty nature taking over, not only was this such an evil way to get back at him, you longed for Negan. He was right on the nose with how you looked at him, you’d always found him attractive, just trying to stop yourself from jumping his bones whenever the two of you were around each other.

“Fuck it, I’ve always wanted to know what your cock feels like, deep inside me.” You whispered out, your hands wrapping around Negan’s neck as he captured your lips in a kiss. His hands finding their way to your ass, squeezing the round globes hard.

He lifted you up, walking towards the stairs. “I’m going to have you begging for mercy when I’m finished with you doll.”

It was almost animalistic, months of repressed attraction coming to a conclusion. You’d never have even thought about your late night fantasies coming true, until this very moment that they had. Negan kicked the door to his bedroom open, not bothering to close it behind him. Placing you on the bed, his hands grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt to pull it over his head revealing his toned torso and arms, his tattoo that you loved so much coming into view.

Your hands started to feel up on his chest, wanting skin to skin contact with him so desperately. You tried to sit up a little to take your tank top off but Negan stopped you in your tracks, slamming your arms down above your own head. “Don’t you fucking dare doll, that’s my job.” A dark look coming across his face, he ripped the tank top off you hastily. His eyes glued to your bare chest, you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on today, in a sleepy haze just wanting to get over here to question your boyfriend. “Such beautiful breasts doll, he’s going to regret giving you up.” Negan stated as he took one of your erect nipples into his mouth, a soft bite as he did. You moaned out, watching his every move, his eyes locked to yours.

Leaning up, Negan unbuckled your belt sliding it out of your jean loops, grabbing your hands, wrapping the belt around your wrists as your hands were placed back above your head. The leather tight and digging into your skin, only turning you on more, heat rushing to your pussy. Negan took the time to unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs revealing your small black thong that left little to the imagination, pulling them to the side, Negan licked a strip starting from your opening to the top, focusing his attention on your throbbing clit. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your boyfriend never took the time to ever focus on your pleasure, either because he couldn’t be bothered or he just didn’t care, you didn’t know.

You felt the extra wetness as Negan spat right on your pussy, bringing his fingers to slowly enter you. Starting at a slow, agonising pace he could feel your body relaxing as you let your body give in to the pleasure you were feeling. You wanted nothing more than to grip onto his hair, but your bound hands didn’t allow it. As he felt you relax, he quickened his pace up, moans leaving your lips loud and clear. “Such beautiful noises for me slut, and I know these are real.” You felt your core tightening as you kept building up wave after wave of pleasure, you’d never even realised you could get so close to orgasm so fast, Negan caught on to this and took his fingers out of you, dripping in your juices. He forced his fingers into your mouth, you sucking the wetness off like it was your last meal.

“You fucking dirty girl, you like the way you taste?” He asked, his fingers still in your mouth as he pulled his shorts down, revealing his boxers to you. “Yes, I love it so much. I need to fill me up Negan, ruin me please.” You managed to get out through heavy breathing and his fingers. He chuckled, manoeuvring your body so you were on all fours, facing the mirrored closet doors, next to the entrance of the bedroom. “I’m going to fuck you so dumb baby girl, you’ll forget your own name when I’m done with you. Going to get you drunk on my cock. You won’t even want another man to touch you.” You whimpered, seeing Negan pulling his large cock out of his boxer shorts, them falling to the ground. His tip was red, leaking with precum, standing erect. He looked like a Greek god, his posture so manly and authoritative. He lined up at your opening and wasted no time, starting at a hard and fast pace. “Oh my god, Negan yes! Fuck!” Your nails dug into your own hands, the leather of the belt still digging into you causing pain but you didn’t care, the feeling was too good to complain. Your toes curled with pleasure in your heels, Negan’s hands gripped on your hips like he was holding on for dear life. “Shit doll, you feel so fucking good, so tight for Daddy.” You eyes widened at the nickname, you’d always wanted to experiment with a daddy kink but he’d never allow it, said it made him feel weird. You couldn’t believe how much this man was filling your darkest fantasies, you felt like maybe your boyfriend cheating was a blessing in disguise after all. Negan’s hand came down to slap your ass, the motion leaving a good red mark on your cheek. You looked towards the large mirrors in front of you, seeing Negan’s body go through the motions, his hips bucking against your ass as he fucked you deep. “Yes daddy, I’m so tight for you, you feel so good inside me.”

Neither you or Negan heard the front door open, your boyfriend finally getting back from his night out, guilt filling him up as he remembered what had happened last night. He knew that what he did was wrong, that kissing that woman was wrong. Still tired and hungover, he at first thought his imagination was playing tricks on him when he heard moaning coming from upstairs, he didn’t think his dad was dating anyone, a look of confusion coming onto his face. He made his way up the stairs, looking through the open gaps of the banister, his features wrinkling in disgust and disbelief when he saw you, head thrown back in pleasure as you met Negan’s thrusts in a timed motion. He rushed up the whole flight of stairs until he got to the door.

“What the fuck is happening here?!” You heard the voice of your boyfriend, your eyes opening with a gasp, you thought Negan would stop, embarrassed that the two of you had been caught in such a way but he went even faster in and out of you, your hands trying to grab some of the blanket that was at the end of the bed, failing miserably due to the fact of your hands being bound together.

“Hey son, just treating your girl to a proper fuck, you were stupid as fuck to let this one go, she’s one dirty fucking girl! Maybe this will teach you not to go round sticking your dick in other women when you’ve got an absolute diamond at home. Now stand there and watch boy.” Negan laughed, your eyes meeting with your boyfriend, you couldn’t help with the moan that escaped your lips as Negan moved down to grab your chin, his head coming to the side of your ear. “Tell him doll, tell him how good daddy’s fucking you.” You smirked, looking out the corner of your eyes to look at Negan. “So fucking good daddy, filling me up, better than he ever could. Please keep fucking me like this daddy.” You whimpered, your lips meeting with Negan as he kept his eyes open, staring at his son.

Your boyfriend didn’t know what to do, he rushed out of the room, slamming the front door behind him as he was trying to gather his thoughts together.

“That was so fucking dirty doll, oh my goodness! I can feel you getting close girl, let yourself cum all over my cock. I want to finish inside you, fill your body with my baby.” You screamed out as your orgasm took over your body, black spots coming into your vision. Your pussy felt like it had a death grip on Negan’s cock, his thrusts coming to slower pace as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Pull out of me, I want to ride you daddy.” Negan didn’t need any more encouragement as he pulled out of you, lying down on his back as you dug your heels into the mattress, sat on top of him. “Be careful with those things, don’t want a hole in my mattress dollface. You look fucking good in them though, sexy as fuck.” He said, as he shoved his cock into your dripping hole. You bounced up and down, even with your orgasm taking energy out of you, you couldn’t stop, you needed Negan like a hardcore drug. His musk mixing with a light sheen of sweat over your bodies. Negan’s hands gripped your ass as he directed your body as you grind into his hips, your second orgasm building up in your core. His cock filling you up, “That’s it baby, bounce on daddy’s cock for me, I want to see my seed dripping out of you.” You quickened your pace, feeling Negan’s cock twitching in you. “That’s it daddy, fill me up with your seed, I want you to fill my pussy up daddy!” You screamed out, uncaring about neighbours being able to hear you, you were too cock-drunk to care. Negan growled, his seed spurting out in you, his hands gripped your hips like a vice, his breathing heavy. You came to your end as well, gushing all over his cock, wetting the bed below you and Negan’s stomach as you squirted for the first time ever in your life. You moaned louder than ever, falling to the side of Negan, his flaccid cock sitting on top of his torso. You both were spent, the only thing that could be heard in the room was heavy breathing. Negan got up slowly from the bed, he released you from the belt, your wrists red and sore. He grabbed a small towel from the on-suite bathroom, cleaning you up from your squirt wetness. He laid back next to you, his arm coming over you to pull you closer, a sloppy kiss on your lips. “Life is never going to be the same again after this doll. Shit, I know it’s wrong to ask but leave him, I’ll treat you better than that stupid boy.” You looked at him, a smile coming across your face. “Negan, you could ask me to do anything right now and I’d say yes, that was the best fuck of my life, Daddy.”

Negan laughed and slapped your ass as he caught you in another sensual kiss.

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[onepiece-writting-forest]

I watching something on YT and saw this…this gives me Law vibes.

Imagine you’re sitting in his very professional doctors office and that shit is just standing in the corner.

#one piece #pls someone who knows how to draw #draw this please #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #hc #trafalgar law #x reader #headcanon #one piece hc #imagine blog #one piece blog #law x reader #reader insert #one piece law

[sleekervae]

New York Romantic .1

Masterlist

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: a young actor moves across the hall from an aspiring ballerina. (college au kinda)

word count: 1562

a/n: i've had this idea knocking around in my brain for a few days and finally got to penning it down -- enjoy!

August 2016

The sun stretched its golden rays across the morning sky in New York City, the last embrace of summer's fading heat lingered in the air. The city bustled under a whispering breeze that carried the promise of change, as tree leaves, once adorned in vibrant green, began their slow transformation into a canvas of crimson and gold. Amidst the streets, a serene anticipation filled the air, capturing the essence of a city transitioning as the summer activities came to a close and the kids were dreading the return to school.

The wheels on Tom's luggage clacked against the cracks and bumps in the concrete sidewalk, bleary and tired eyes scanning between his phone and the address placards on the various condos. He knew he should've taken a cab, but the bus was so much cheaper and Google indicated it was only a five minute walk to his new living quarters anyway.

He finally stopped in front of a brick building, the address placard worn and rusted from the elements but the numbers matched up with that on his itinerary. The other cue that gave it away was the variety of art pieces in windows and hung over bannisters and fire escapes. Tom lugged his bag up the three stone steps and ducked inside.

The lobby was pale, dingy and in dire need of a fresh coat of paint; not to mention the air held hints of mothballs and burnt microwaved popcorn. An older woman was sat behind a desk, reclined in her chair while glazed eyes were focused on her computer screen. Tom approached slowly, hoping his smile could cover the exhaustion hiding in his face.

"Hello,"

The woman's eyes were the last to focus when she turned her head, blinking over her glasses and a warm smile graced her face, "Oh, hello! You must be... erm..." she suddenly grabbed a clipboard and scanned the tiny text, "... Jacob Nielson?" she spoke in the classic Brooklyn accent with exaggerated vowels and nasally undertones.

"No," he shook his head politely, "My name's Tom. Blyth," he replied.

She scanned her list with her pen, gasping aloud when she found his name, "I see, now! Very nice to meet you, my name's Doris -- I'm the super here. You're my renter from London, right?"

"Yeah. Well -- Yorkshire specifically,"

"I didn't do so well in geography, honey. Have mercy," Doris replied as she stood up, heading for the wall of cubbies behind her, "So tell me, which insane asylum are you checking into?"

" -- Excuse me?"

"What school are you attending?" she asked again, her fingers flourishing across the cubbies.

Tom nodded, "I'm starting at Julliard next week. I'm an actor," he replied.

Doris scoffed, "Yeah? You and everybody's dog, honey," she pulled a key from a specific slot and returned to the desk, "But you got a nice face, maybe you'll luck out,"

Tom wasn't sure whether or not he should've taken that as a compliment, so he simply smiled back and accepted the key, "Um, thank you,"

"You're on floor three, room 14. Your roommate should already be moved in, he can give you a tour of the place," she explained, "If you need anything, leaky faucets fixed and whatnot just come down and see me,"

"Thank you, Doris," he took his bag and started for the elevator on the right of the room, but Doris called out to him again.

"Hold on, handsome! Elevator's broke! Hasn't worked since Giuliani was mayor," she pointed to the left, "Stairs are over there,"

Tom huffed under his breath; he was tired and the last thing he wanted was to lug his suitcase up three flights of stairs. Nevertheless, he gave Doris one more polite grin as he started for the staircase.

The sun cast stark patterns across the stairs, the skewed silhouettes of the window panes interrupted by Tom's own shadow as he made his trek up. He hadn't at first registered the thundering of footsteps above him until a group of kids rushed passed him.

"C'mon! We're gonna miss the bus!" The stairwell was relatively narrow, arms and bodies knocking into Tom until he nearly slipped and his grip loosened on his suitcase. The suitcase went tumbling down the stairs, smacking hard against the opposing wall and the latches burst open. His belongings spilled everywhere.

Tom grumbled to himself, trekking down the stairs again to clean up the mess. One of the kids however hung back, trailing behind her group but she'd witnessed Tom's misfortune. She double backed up the stairs, staring in astonishment at the clothes and knick knacks, then at him.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

Tom was crouched over the ground when he looked up, coming face-to-face with the concerned expression of a young brunette. She was lean and petite, dressed down in denim shorts and black tank top. Her converse had two different coloured laces, one red and one yellow. He found that peculiar.

"I'm alright," Tom assured her, "If this is the worst thing that happens to me today, then it's not such a bad day, right?" he tried to laugh it off.

The girl simpered, "Sure," nevertheless she crouched down to help him. One of her friends called out from below.

"Noelle! C'mon! We're gonna miss the bus!" she shouted.

The girl -- Noelle -- shouted back, "Go ahead, Bianca! I'll catch up with you guys!"

"But the movie starts in an hour! It's take forty five minutes from here, man!"

"It's twenty minutes of previews, anyways!" she turned back to Tom, her cheeks tinting bashfully, "Sorry about that,"

"Don't worry. You should go with your friends, I'll be fine," he replied.

Noelle scoffed, "Can I trust you with a secret?"

"Sure,"

"I hate horror movies,"

Tom smiled, "And lemme' guess: they're going to see a horror movie?"

"Don't Breathe. Some kids break into a blind guy's house and he ends up killing them all and quite frankly -- I can go my whole life without more nightmares," she replied, a coy smile playing at her lips.

"Don't half blame you. I'm not the biggest fan, myself," he said, "Do you live here?"

"Yep. That nutcase shouting at me was my roommate," she replied, "Sorry, I didn't get your name,"

"Tom,"

"Very nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances," she chuckled back.

"Don't worry about it -- Noelle," he grinned.

She helped him clean up and pack his things, leading him back upstairs to his room. He assured her he could manage but Noelle insisted, saying it was the least she could do for his trouble.

"Room 14?" she cocked a brow when he told her, the corners of her lips pulling back to bare her clenched teeth.

"Yeah. What's wrong?" Tom asked apprehensively, "I don't have a serial killer for a roommate, right?"

Noelle shook her head, "No, no, you get Sunny. And he's just like his name -- absolute sunshine human being,"

"... I sense there's a 'but' coming," he trailed.

"He's a scholarship violinist, he's brilliant. And he's so brilliant because he practices at all hours of the night," she explained, "... All hours. You might wanna invest in some noise cancelling ear plugs,"

Tom nodded, relieved that at least his new roomie didn't sound like a dickhead, "Thanks for the advice,"

They stopped in front of the door, a worn brass 14 glinting subtly in the light. Tom fished out the key from his pocket, "I guess this is me,"

"Oh, damn," Noelle huffed, glancing at the door across from them, "You get the insane neighbours,"

His eyes flitted between her and the door, "... Whatcha' mean by that?"

Noelle pulled a key from her pocket, "Well, they're dancers for one. So they're always playing music, talking shit, burning their instant noodles because they're half-daft," with that she shoved the key into the lock and twisted, and sure enough the door opened.

Tom glanced at her, sheer amusement crossing over his face. He simpered under his breath, "You're my half-daft dancer neighbour who burns her instant noodles?"

"Unfortunately for you," she confirmed, half smirking.

"And how does one burn their instant noodles?" he asked.

"Don't worry about it," she closed and locked the door again, "But I'll let you get settled in. If you need anything at all, you can just pop over,"

"Thank you, Noelle," he smiled, "And thanks again for --" he stopped suddenly when he heard a faint violin melody from the other side of his door. It was a beautiful melody nonetheless, and it had him intrigued, "I suppose that's my roommate?"

Noelle nodded back, "Yep. I promise you, he's a sweetheart," she started walking backwards towards the stairwell, "I'm sorry again about earlier,"

"Don't give it a second thought. Have fun at your movie," he replied.

She giggled sardonically, "Oh trust me, I'll have a blast. I'll see you around, Tom,"

Tom gave her a small wave, watching her until she disappeared around the corner, could hear her shoes squeaking as she trotted down the stairs. He couldn't deny he found her quite a looker, a small part of him giddy with excitement at the prospect of getting to know his new neighbour. The violin melody continued to play on the other side of the door, and taking a deep breath for confidence, he pushed the key into the lock and opened the door...

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x reader #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus imagine #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #original story #original female character #imagine blog

[trafalgass]

Hello hello! Can you write some headcanons about Cora-san, Ace and Koby with a s/o that hides behind them when they're scared? Thank you! <3 Btw, I really like your blog.

sorry they’re short :(

Corazon, Ace & Koby with a S/O that hides behind them when they’re scared (GN Reader)

Doquixote Rosinante “Corazon”

Corazon is already freaking tall, he’s the best hiding place, especially when he’s wearing his feathered coat

He won’t say it but he secretly likes it when you hide behind him

You make him feel confident, strong enough to protect you

The way you hide under his coat, clinging at his side

He hugs you closely to shield you from whatever scares you

Portgas D. Ace

He’s ready to protect you with his life

He keeps you close to him and makes sure you know nothing will ever hurt you when he’s with you

Might tease you a little, especially if you got scared of something harmless

Ace also finds it really cute and he will let you know

Koby

He finds it adorable that you would hide behind him, to him it means you trust him enough, that he can protect you from danger

So whenever you were in front of someone scary, you'd get behind Koby and try to make yourself as small as possible

Koby would hold your hand to help you feel safe

He will never let anyone or anything hurt you

Even if it’s something people think is “stupid” to be afraid of, Koby will never make fun of you

#one piece #headcanons #portgas d. ace #donquixote rosinante #koby #gender neutral reader #imagine blog #corazon x reader #donquixote rosinante x reader #portgas ace x reader #koby x reader #one piece koby #whitebeard pirates #donquixote family #marine

[achenetype]

masterlist for organization purposes

LUKE CASTELLAN

the place i left behind // explicit, reunion sex

i gave you a rare gift (but you didn’t want it)

getting drunk with luke

growing up with luke at camp

sleepily cockwarming luke

COMING SOON…

#— ASH’s navigation! #— ASH’s writing! #masterlist #writers on tumblr #writeblr #imagine blog #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #reader insert

[serendipitous-imagines]

Spoilers for fnaf ruin if you haven't seen/played it!

I know this is kind of a weird request, but could you maybe write an Eclipse x trans male reader where reader's on his period (or if you're not comfy with that just him having mood swings/depressive swings) and he gets comforted and kinda taken care of by eclipse? Thank you >/////<

Of course I can!! This is my first FNAF request AAAAAAAAAAA I am so excited about this! Has everyone else been watching Markiplier play? It feels right to watch his playthroughs first haha. Anyways I super relate to Eclipse so this was super duper fun for me to write!!

ECLIPSE

✦ "Oh dear, oh dearie me, starlight! You seem to be in pain! I will take care of you now, don't you worry a hair on your head! You will be feeling better in no time now that I am here with you!" ✦ Eclipse has always been good at reading emotions and when he notices that you are a little off, he is immediately by your side and gently lifting you up into his arms. Since he is so much larger than you, it is like a comforting cradle. His large hands will rest over your abdomen and gently press down on your cramps until some of them relieve. ✦ Eclipse can see the areas where you are in pain and he will carefully attend to you in each spot. He will rub your back or caress your chest to relieve some of the aches. Eclipse always seems to have an ice pack or a heating pad on hand for you, it must come with working around so many children in the daycare. ✦ You are given so many sweet treats to help any of your period cravings, but the sweets are also balanced out by plenty of proteins and salts so that you do not feel worse from a tummy ache. ✦ "You stay right here! I will be right back, starlight! I am just... grabbing some things to help you! Heehee!" ✦ Eclipse does not allow you to do anything at all. If you start getting up to move, Eclipse is lifting you up and setting you back on the pile of foam in a comfortable position. ✦ If you start to cry from the pain of the cramps, Eclipse will hold you to his chest and kiss the top of your head, telling you that he is right here for you and that the cramps will go away. He often strokes your hair and rubs any exposed side of you.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

✦ If you get horny while on your period, Eclipse will happily take care of you. His fingers are very long and cold, they can slide very deep inside of your pussy and his fingers do not get tired from rubbing circles on your clit. ✦ Eclipse learns from an online database that orgasms help with cramps and other pains, so he focuses a lot of his attention on making you feel very good in various ways. ✦ Yes, you get to fuck the robot and the robot loves it because he is helping you.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #five nights at freddys security breach #fnaf security breach #security breach ruin #fnaf sb #fnaf eclipse #eclipse fnaf #eclipse x reader #imagine #imagine blog #fanfic #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf ruin #transgender #ftm reader #male reader #fnaf fanfic #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf dlc #five nights at freddys #five nights at freddy's security breach #ruin dlc #fnaf ruin spoilers #ruin spoilers #fnaf spoilers

[imagine-papyrus]

imagine papyrus comes out as pansexual and sans calls him panpyrus

"NEVERMIND I'M STRAIGHT AGAIN!!"

"congrats bro."

"THANK YOU!! BUT ALSO DOUBLE NEVERMIND BECAUSE I'M PAN!!"

"nice t' meetcha pan."

"SANS!!"

"nah i'm ace"

"WELL CONGRATULATIONS ON FINDING OUT THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF ACE!!"

"you too pan."

#i forgot where i was going with this joke #ut papyrus #ut sans #ut #undertale #imaginepapyrus #paprattles #because why not #imagine blog

[starrygazers]

LATE NIGHT VISITS — BLADE.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ this was inspired by the fact that Blade's E1 came home to me at pity 30. I wanted to write about him coming back home again and again even though he does not know who he's coming home to, lol. written with a gender neutral reader in mind.

˖ ࣪⭑ ⸱ tags : angst, sorta unrequited love, somewhat implied jingyuan x reader?? if you really really squint.

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Two soft taps on your door snaps you out of your stupor. You look to the entrance to your humble abode, foot tapping anxiously on the floor, contemplating if you should let the person on the other end in.

Another two soft taps follow. You fight back a groan — at least he now has the courtesy to knock after the nth visit. You suppose you should at least honor that. 

You slowly rise from your chair to creak the door open, just slightly. Moonlight creeps inside, trying to illuminate the inside of your house as much as possible even through the little gap.

His figure is tall and broad. Intimidating, demanding respect from those who cross his path. His amber eye locks with yours, the red irises swirling in what you can only guess is anticipation upon seeing you.

"What do you want now?" you sigh.

There is no answer from the man. He stands as still as a statue.

A few more seconds pass in uncomfortable silence. You sigh again, a sign of defeat. You step away from the door — an unspoken invitation to let the man in. 

You lead him into the dining room. As you sit down, you notice him standing on the entrance of the room, not daring to take another step in. You motion for the empty chair across yours, and he accepts the offer.

The sound of chair scraping against the floor pierces the peace you've cultivated for yourself tonight. You shoot a look at the clock — it's almost midnight — and cast a silent prayer that Jing Yuan isn't feeling silly enough to drop by your place at these ungodly hours, lest he sees a sight to behold.

The uncomfortable silence returns. You tap your fingers on the wooden table, waiting for him to speak. 

( he won't, you think. He's merely a tool now, and tools don't speak. At least not until spoken to first. )

“If you have no reason to be here, you should just leave,” you say sternly. "You can't keep visiting me like this. You're a wanted criminal, you know."

He looks down at the table, hands folded neatly on his lap as if considering whether or not he should answer the question. After a few seconds, he pulls out his blade from thin air without blinking. You pull back slightly, ready to brandish your own weapon. 

His stance doesn’t change. Instead, he places the short sword on the table, the hilt facing you. 

Your fingers ball into fists. You remember this blade, remember when he’d brought it home with him to proudly show you his greatest creation. You remember the hard work and love he poured into his craft, and it breaks your heart to see it in its current condition –  full of scars and cracks, just like the man in front of you. 

“Is this your name?” are his first words since he entered your house. He motions to the sword on the table. 

You lean in closer. A little above the hilt, behind all the broken marks, there it is: your name, carved into the blade. 

“It is,” you affirm.

He takes the blade and inspects the carefully carved characters of your name, tracing it with his fingers as if trying to memorize them. He repeats your name aloud. Once, twice.

( you fight the urge to cover your ears. )

“Why would your name be on my blade?” he asks again.

You want to curl up into a ball and retreat into a dark corner where he can’t reach you. “I don’t know. It’s not my weapon.”

The red in his amber eyes swirl as he takes in your figure sitting across him. “You are not telling me the truth.”

Burying your face in your palms, you let out a shaky laugh. “You can’t do that. You can’t just barge into my house, not remember me, my name, and still read me like an open book. That’s not fair.”

Once again, you’re met with silence. You blink back the tears that threaten to fall. How cruel was the world? Ever since his arrival at the Xianzhou-Luofu, he hasn’t spared you a glance. But in the dead of night, he would come unannounced. The man who haunted your nightmares time and time again.

If only time was kind to you, if only time delivered on its promise to heal, if only time buried this man under all the passing years you had to endure alone.

( “Why are you here?” you remember asking him the first time you find him standing at your porch. Your fingers reach for your phone, ready to speed-dial Jing Yuan.

“...I do not know,” he answers truthfully. “Something beckoned me here.” 

How could you slam the door on him after he said that? Even if his memories betrayed him, his instincts will never lie to its master. 

Both of you knew. No matter how many eons pass, this was still home. )

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” you look away from him. “You should leave before A-Yuan finds you here."

He ponders for a moment. “What is your relationship with the General?”

You clear your throat, surprised at the sudden question. “We’re just friends. We’ve always been friends, even before – ” and you pause. The unsaid words linger in the air.

( even before I met you. )

“ – before you came to the Luofu.”

He’s silent again. You fight back your nth sigh – even talking to cycranes has to be more productive than this. 

"Is he important to you?"

You shrug. "I suppose so. He's the only one who stayed around when everyone else left."

( you included, you wanted to say. )

“I don’t want to entertain any more of your questions, Stellaron Hunter. I think it’s best that you leave before I report you to the authorities – ”

“What were you to me?"

You blink at his question, like a deer caught in headlights. “What?”

“You were important to me,” he mutters, and for the first time tonight, it was not a question. It's as if he's reassuring himself. “But I cannot remember you.”

"...do you want to?"

He weighs his options carefully. Then, "It is for the best that I do not remember you. You do not have to pay the price of blood."

( ah, figures. He's no longer the man you recognize, after all. He was now Blade, the Stellaron Hunter who lives only to fulfill his revenge. )

"However," he continues slowly. "I want to know the reason why you were important to me."

Lost at his confession, you can no longer fight back the tears. Your lips tremble, and drops upon drops make their way down your cheeks, and you remember the time when the man in front of you would kiss your tears away, would wipe them with his dexterous fingers, would whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

You remember when you called him by his birth name instead of the name he had so cruelly given himself, warmth and humanity be damned for his goal.

( you remember everything he wanted to remember. You remember everything you wished so badly to forget. )

“How ironic is that?” you choke out amidst your sobs.

You remember his stark white hair and lopsided smile when he showed you the unfinished weapon. You remember his lovestruck eyes and sheepish suggestion.

( can I carve your name on this blade? 

So I’ll remember you forever. )

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[cardiacimagines]

hi! could i have headcanons for kalim al-asim and idia shroud comforting their s/o after she gets anxious bc some of her classmates laughed while she was reading out loud? mod futaba please!

ofc anon ♡

Trein asked y/n to read her homework out loud. What she didn't expect was that some Savanaclaw students would start to laugh while she was reading. What was so funny? She got nervous and stuttered a little bit, which certainly didn't help.

When the class ended, she ran away from the classroom, hiding her tears from her mean classmates.

KALIM AL-ASIM

Poor boy :(

When he found y/n crying he started to cry as well

Y/n ended having to comfort him when she was the sad one in the first place ehem 🧍

He asks her what happened and y/n vents to him

He reassures y/n that they weren't probably laughing at her as she's so amazing and intelligent

He wipes her tears with his thumb and smiles at her! He loves his s/o so much :)

He takes y/n for a magic carpet ride and then they eat some fresh fruit cut by Jamil!

IDIA SHROUD

Idia understands y/n feelings so well, as he deals with extreme anxiety every day.

Since he's so pessimistic, he assumes as well that the students were laughing at y/n.

Don't get sad over this! Those normies have nothing on you lmao

He asks for y/n's permission to doxx them on the internet.

If y/n doesn't agree, he would understand it. But if she grants him her permission, he would be more than glad to teach those NPCs a lesson. :)

He's not very good at comforting people but since he loves his gf so much he tries his best. He asks y/n if she's feeling better and if she wants to watch some anime with him.

When she arrives to her bf's room Ortho receives her with her favorite candy! yay :)

hope you liked it anon! - mod futaba ♡

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[chelseypprimrose]

Cheerleading Practice / Negan x Reader / Pre-Apocalypse

Warnings: daddy kink, oral (female receiving), soft!dom Negan, stepdaughter/stepdad relationship, use of one degrading name (slut), shower sex, masturbation(female), facial.

think that’s all of them, let me know if I missed any.

I wrote something similar to this many moons ago but I just can’t get enough of shower sex with Negan lol 🤍

“And five, six, seven, eight!” You called out to the rest of the girls, them following your routine down to a T. With the big game right around the corner, you’d scheduled more practice sessions with everyone, wanting to make sure you nailed this performance as the final was always the most important and had the biggest attendance numbers of all the games during the season. Your squad was made up of 10 girls including yourself, being elected the cheer captain at the start of the year. You were lucky to have such a lovely group of friends that you had made through cheer squad and they always gave you 100%.

You watched as the girls ran through the routine for about the 50th time, giving pointers on some of the moves that were a little harder to master. You gave a demonstration of a harder move that required all the girls to execute, the pyramid. Your friends, Kate and Leigh, had a hold of your legs as your feet were situated on their hands as you raised your arms, beaming smile on your face.

The music rang in your ears as you were thrown in the air being caught by your girls when you gracefully came back down. “Yes! Brilliant girls, you were all amazing! I think we are ready, next session will be on Thursday, please remember to practice at home in the mean time, get home safe!” You told everyone as they all gave each other a round of applause and grabbed their bags to head home. You grabbed your own belongings and headed towards the girls bathroom in the corner of the school hall.

Opening your locker up, you placed your gym bag inside, grabbing your white towel and toiletries bag to head towards the showers, turning the dial on as the water started to heat up. Taking off your cheer uniform, a small red tank top with the schools logo on the front and short matching skirt, you chucked them to the side, now fully naked.

Stepping into the shower, you took your hair out of ponytail you’d put it in before practice, letting your fingers run through to get out any kinks and tangles out.

With the water spraying on you, your mind wandered to your activities with Negan a few short weeks ago. You knew it was wrong, lusting over a man who not only was around 10 years your senior, but also with your mother. You let out a deep sigh, you couldn’t help but want him even more. You couldn’t deny how handsome he was, how charming he was, how he lit your body on fire just being around him. You felt your body getting hot, just replaying the way he’d made you cum all over his fingers, the feeling of nirvana when he kissed your neck, hitting that sweet spot at the base. You closed your eyes, leaning on the back of the wall in the shower, your hands running down your body until you got to your slick heat between your legs, you needed release, your fingers coming down onto your clit, moving in slow circles. Your other hand squeezing your erect nipples as you pictured Negan above you as he had been those weeks ago.

You let out a soft moan, your fingers quickening, wanting to avoid being caught in such an embarrassing predicament.

“Shit doll, is this a post training ritual?” You gasped as you opened your eyes at lightening speed, the very man that had caused you to be doing this, the one you’d been thinking about, right in front of you with a massive grin covering his features. “Negan?! What the fuck, this is the girls bathroom? What if someone saw you come in?” You shouted, trying to push past him to grab your towel that was on the top of the cubical that surrounded the shower.

“Calm down, I made sure that I was extra fucking careful. I had to come find you after watching that performance.” Your eyebrows raised in a confused look. “Don’t tell me you didn’t notice me watching you? Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you in that tight little outfit, got me hard as a rock that shit did, doll face.” He pushed back your wet hair, exposing your breasts to him in full view. “Want to give me a little one on one performance right now?” He asked, his hands going from your hair to your breasts, playing with your nipples, your heat getting slicker than it already was, his eyes meeting yours.

You went against every better judgement in your head as you pulled him closer, your hands grabbing the bottom of his tight fit black T-shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid movement. His hands placed on your neck, capturing your mouth with his as you helped him step out of his gym shorts, hitting the ground with a wet slap.

“God, this is all I’ve been thinking about for days, I need you Negan.” You mumbled against his lips, you couldn’t get enough of him. “I know doll, you haven’t made it easy on me. All I wanted to do at breakfast was pull down your little shorts and take you right there on the table. Shit doll, you are like a drug I just can’t quit.” He replied, picking you up by your thighs and slamming you against the shower wall, his cock now full erect, leaking with pre cum.

He slid down to his knees, you on your tippy toes focusing on not slipping over on the wet floor, the water raining down on you both. Negan’s face between your legs, he gave small kisses to the inside of your thighs, the anticipation building up right in the middle of your core. You whimpered, trying to grind your pussy into his tongue, him resisting by gripping your thighs. “Now, now sweetheart, good things come to good girls who wait.” He let out a small chuckle, turning his focus back to your clit, every stroke with his tongue feeling like heaven.

You pulled him up from his position on the floor, your mouth connecting to his, tasting yourself on his lips. “Fuck, daddy! I need you inside me now. Please.” You moaned out, as he turned you around, the front of your body smashed against the cold wall of the shower. He lined himself up at your hole, his swollen tip teasing you by running across your opening. “You always look so fucking sexy like this doll, begging me to fuck you raw.” He whispered in your ear, finally filling you up with his hard cock. You whimpered at the feeling, pleasure already taking over you before he’d even started moving.

His hips started to rotate, thrusts starting off slowly, stretching you out like no one else had been able to, like maybe no one ever would be able to do. Negan picked up the place, your hands coming out to steady yourself against the wall, his hands grabbing in your hair and yanking it back, so you were looking up to the ceiling. You tried to move one of your hands down to your clit, Negan grabbing your arm and holding it in place behind your back. “No touching yourself doll, I want your pleasure to come only from me.” He growled out, his breathing quickening, little groans and moans leaving his lips as he slammed into you. His other hand leaving your hair to come down hard on your ass, the slapping sound filling the room along with the beautiful sound of your skin slapping together as your bodies came together.

You clenched around his cock inside you, your vision becoming blurred as you let the pleasure build up inside your core. “Daddy I’m so fucking close, please!” You could feel your heart beating faster, a small sheen of sweat coating your forehead, washed away by the water still running down both your bodies. “That’s it my dirty girl, cum around daddy’s cock for me.”

That was the only permission you needed as you let your body go, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a ton of bricks. You let out moans that would make a porn star blush, just feeling euphoric as your orgasm faded just as quickly as it had come. You gave a small push of Negan, his dick leaving you, making you feel empty. You turned to face him, willingly getting on your knees as he started to jerk his cock at a quick pace, the white, hot spurts of cum coating your face with a dozy smile on your face as you licked off the remanence off your lips, the salty taste satisfying you.

“Goddamn, that’s the hottest sight I’ve ever seen. You dirty little slut.”

Negan throwing his head back, closing his eyes, letting his body shake and his hands resting on the sides of your cheeks. Both your breathing came to a slower rate, your hands gripped on the outers of his thighs, standing up back to your feet, Negan looked back at you with a deep smile on his face.

“Shit doll, you! You are going to be a fucking problem for me.” He laughed, pecking you on the side of your face.

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New York Romantic .6

Masterlist

a/n: Hi everyone, thanks again for your patience! This chapter is a little shorter and there's not as much dialogue as there is a lot of dancing. I had a lot of fun researching some of the dances for the Nutcracker ballet, and while I hoped to have this chapter up by Christmas, March 1st isn't so bad either 😅

pairing: Tom Blyth x ballerina!oc

summary: tom attends noelle's recital

word count: 2,759

taglist: @watercolorskyy @carolanns-world @alana4610

Tom wasn't so sure how he found himself sitting across from Noelle's family at a local breakfast eatery, somewhere along his morning Franca had insisted that he come along. And it went without saying that he was grateful for the meal, it had been a while since Tom had the privilege of eating out while on his student budget.

Maurice was an investment banker who worked for a smaller banking branch in Maine, tall with a shiny bald head, a seasoned gentleman of respectable stature with deep smile lines and wise eyes. Meanwhile Franca was an architect, a lavish yet simply dressed woman with long auburn hair, and freckles were scattered across her cheeks and nose. Chiara was a couple years younger then Noelle, her curly hair was much more reminiscent of her mother's but it was easy to draw facial comparisons between the cousins. She was a senior at some fancy private school, and whatever was on her phone proved to be much more interesting then conversation with the table crowd.

"So, Tom," Maurice looked to him as he stirred his tea, "Have you always wanted to get into show business?" he asked.

"Not at first," Tom replied, "I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to do at first, but my mum signed me up for some drama classes and my father worked in the film industry, so it all just kind of fell into place,"

"And where'd you grow up in England?" Franca asked, resting her chin on her locked fingers.

"York,"

"Oh, lovely! It's just North of Leeds, yes?"

"That's right,"

"Maurice and I were debating where to go for our fifteenth wedding anniversary, and I've heard such lovely things about that town," she said, "Alas, we settled on Marseilles and toured a bit through Southern France,"

"That sounds beautiful!" Tom awed, glancing Noelle's way, "Did you go, too?"

Noelle shook her head, "Nope, Chiara and I were manning the house for two weeks," she replied.

"It was so peaceful," Chiara added, her gaze still fixed on her phone. Maurice cleared his throat abruptly, staring down his daughter as she swiftly got the hint and put her phone away.

"Anyway," he then grumbled, "What do you want to do when you graduate, Tom? Theatre? Movies?"

"Movies, ideally. But I'd be open to wherever the wind blows me," he replied.

"I went to see his improv show last week," Noelle said, "He was really good!"

Tom shrugged, praying his cheeks wouldn't tinge, "I -- I mean I was okay..."

Noelle cocked her head down, giving him a playful glare, "Oh, c'mon. You were great. And I say so, so it must be true," she grinned. He couldn't help it then, Tom averted his gaze to his plate but nonetheless he was blushing.

Chiara scoffed under her breath, "You two are just adorable," she muttered sarcastically.

Tom watched Noelle roll her eyes, never the less her fingers fidgeted as she went to pick up her coffee cup. A sip of something to quell his dry throat sounded like a good idea, a pleasant cooling off before Tom could find himself swept up in the memory of that kiss yet again.

"Anyway," Franca cut in, "How's Bianca doing, Noelle?"

"Good!" Noelle nodded quickly, thankful the spotlight was off her for the moment, "She made it Maine just before the snow storm hit,"

"Is she gonna be back in time for the showcase?" Chiara asked.

"She's supposed to be back the morning of,"

Tom raised a brow, "Why didn't she leave after the showcase?" he asked.

Noelle shrugged listlessly, "She likes Christmas in Manhattan better,"

"-- Is Derek gonna come down?" Chiara asked, her interest seemingly peaking more than it had all morning. Derek was Bianca's older brother, as Noelle had told previously.

"I guess we'll find out," Noelle replied.

Maurice's gaze narrowed, "And if he were, what would you have in common with a twenty-six-year-old college drop out, anyway?" he asked gruffly.

Franca swiftly elbowed her husband, an urgent smile plastered to her lips as she stared him down pointedly, "Perhaps we can find something more relevant to talk about?" she suggested, turning back to Tom, "Have you been to any of the ballet recitals, Tom?"

Tom shook his head, "I haven't yet. This will be my first," he replied.

"We're so excited to see it. This will be Noelle's first big part in a production," she beamed.

Maurice nodded along, cutting into his egg-white omelette, "She's our little Sugar Plum Fairy!" he awed. None of them paid attention to Chiara's eye-roll.

Noelle grimaced, a bashful grin befalling her as Tom turned to her, "You didn't tell me that," he said.

She shrugged back sheepishly, "... Oh... didn't I?" she chuckled.

"No, you did not," he drawled back, "That's fantastic!"

"Well -- I still have a lot of practice to do before Friday, so we'll see," Noelle didn't like drawing too much attention to herself in that rhetoric. She was grateful for the opportunity, though nevertheless she knew the recital wasn't all about her.

"Are you gonna do her makeup, Chiara?" Franca asked her daughter.

Chiara shrugged back, glancing at her cousin, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Of course I do!" Noelle nodded, "I'm no where near as good as you,"

"Alright, sure then," Chiara barely got the words out as she turned to her phone once again.

Maurice took the conversation again, folding his hands before his plate and twitching his nose, "Tom, why don't you join us on Wednesday? We reserved a box for four,"

"It'll be a great view of the stage," Franca added.

Tom was flattered, though he didn't want to impose, "Oh, I don't -- I don't want to intrude on you guys like that,"

Franca shook her head, "Please, it's not intruding if we invite you -- that's what my mother always used to say, anyhow," she chuckled.

"Have you bought your ticket?" Maurice asked.

"Yes," Tom replied.

"Well then, you're already set up," he told him, "I insist, and we can head out for dinner after,"

Tom turned to Noelle, her smile was bordering on confident, but she hoped that he wouldn't feel too pressured. After all, she knew her family could be a bit much and they had all only just met. But he didn't see the harm; her family was so nice and the view of the stage was promised to be excellent. And if it meant having a better view of Noelle, who was he to pass that up?

"Alright, if you're sure I'll be happy join you," he decided.

Friday was the twenty-third, and despite Christmas Day being just around the corner, the hustle and bustle of New York never stopped. Neither did the cold. It hadn't snowed again but the nefarious east coast arctic fronts swept through the streets; icicles were formed off of passing trucks and the sidewalks and roads were awash in various colours of crushed melting salts. And the cold certainly didn't deter eager shoppers to tick off last minute Christmas gifts from their lists.

Tom wasn't sure what he was supposed to wear to a ballet recital, he didn't want to overdress but he certainly didn't want to look sloppy either. His mum had shipped over some more clothes a couple weeks prior, nicer slacks, dress shirts, a couple pairs of shoes that definitely weren't ice-friendly. Nevertheless, he settled for a white t-shirt and blazer jacket sat over some dark jeans, and his trainers that at least wouldn't send him skidding with one wrong move.

The last few days had flown by rather quickly, and surprisingly, Tom always found that he had something to do. Usually hanging out with Jordan; he introduced Tom to a plethora of video games ranging from Super Mario to Zelda. It was one of the few things Tom found Jordan didn't complain about. And when they weren't inside playing video games, they were out exploring Times Square.

And this worked out quite well because when Noelle wasn't spending time with her family, she was always rehearsing. But in the evenings they would spend time together, watch more movies and just relax. Tom was practicing his cooking skills as well, nothing too fancy but he perfected how to cook salmon in a pan and boiling rice. Noelle was grateful too, especially as her muscles ached from her practice. The more time they spent together, the more fascinated they became with each other.

The campus was typically closed for the holidays, making exceptions for shows such as this. Audience members were lined up just outside the auditorium door, shielded from the cold within campus but still bundled up in long or heavy coats, scarves and hats.

Tom found Noelle's family already settled in their balcony seats, Franca spotted him first and waved him down. And just as Maurice had said, there was an excellent view of the stage from their spot. The heavy red curtain was drawn over the stage, dim mood light reflecting off the material and back on the shadowy faces mingling in the crowd.

Backstage meanwhile was a calamity mess, stage hands rushing to finish prop placement, sets, and stage cues. The ballerinas were also making their last minute touch ups, makeup, hair, tutus, dusting their slippers in rosin and some even sewing their tights and ribbons to their slippers to keep everything snug and in place. Noelle however was dawdling behind the curtain, peaking out through the sliver at the side to skim over obscure faces.

It was a delicate balance, trying to locate her family without being too conspicuous, but after a bit of searching, she spotted them. Chiara was engrossed in her phone, bathed in the soft glow of the screen, while Uncle Maurice struggled to free himself from his coat. Aunt Franca was deep in conversation with Tom, who, despite the dim lighting, seemed to blend into the shadows effortlessly, though he appeared to be holding his own in their lively discussion. Noelle's stomach was aflutter, not from the performance unfolding before her, but from the sight of Tom. Her attention was fixed on him, and the magic of the evening's entertainment paled in comparison.

"Noelle!" Stanis' voice bellowed behind her, he was storming her way as Noelle turned, "Pre-show in two minutes!"

Tom found Franca fascinating. She was a captivating woman, full of vibrant tales from her travels to exotic locales. Her stories were peppered with encounters with intriguing characters from whom she had negotiated for unique souvenirs to add to her collection. Nevertheless, Tom's anticipation grew as he eagerly awaited the start of the show. His eyes couldn't help but flicker towards the curtain, eager to catch a glimpse of Noelle as the curtain would lift. His curiosity and excitement were palpable, adding to the charged atmosphere of the evening.

And sure enough the lights dimmed down to near darkness, a single spotlight illuminating a spot on the curtains. The theater was alive with excitement as the curtains rose, revealing a beautifully adorned stage set for "The Nutcracker" ballet. Tom sat back in his seat, his eyes wide with anticipation, taking in the magical scene unfolding before him. The stage was transformed into a winter wonderland, with a backdrop of snow-covered trees that stretched up to a starry sky. The stage was lit with a soft, moonlit glow, casting a magical aura over the scene. Glittering snowflakes fell gently from above, adding to the enchantment of the setting. The dancers moved gracefully across the stage, each step perfectly choreographed to Tchaikovsky's enchanting music.

The Miniature March Dance began, and the stage came alive with the lively and charming movements of the young dancers. They moved with precision and grace, their movements synchronized to the playful notes of the music. The choreography was intricate, with the dancers forming intricate formations and patterns, showcasing their skill and talent. Tom was captivated by the youthful exuberance of the performers, as were the audience, and the dance brought a smile to everyone's face.

As the performance unfolded, Tom found his eyes repeatedly drawn to Noelle, who gracefully moved among the dancers. Clad in a celestial white gown, she seemed to float across the stage, her every movement a dance of ethereal beauty. While she was currently a background presence in the performance, Tom couldn't help but be mesmerized by her presence, captivated by her effortless grace and enchanting allure.

Next came the Arabian Dance, and Bianca took centre stage. A hush fell over the audience. She was a vision of grace and lithe elegance, moving with a captivating fluidity that mesmerized all who watched. Her every movement was deliberate and confident, exuding a subtle but undeniable aura of cockiness.

Bianca's performance was a masterclass in control and precision, her movements perfectly synchronized to the haunting melody of the music. As she danced, she seemed to command the stage, drawing the audience into her world with a confident allure that was impossible to ignore. The Arabian Dance was no easy feat and Tom had to give Bianca credit where credit was due, however he couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved as her gaze always seemed to land on him time and time again.

Soon enough it was Noelle's time to shine. As the familiar notes of the Sugar Plum Fairy dance began to fill the theatre, Tom's gaze was immediately drawn to Noelle, who had taken centre stage. She looked radiant in her tutu, rose gold detailing shimmering in the lights, her gorgeous long hair tied back in a sleek up-do, and a delicate, shiny tiara placed upon her head. She looked like a true princess, her every movement a testament to her skill and grace. Despite the beauty of the dance unfolding before him, Tom found it impossible to tear his eyes away from Noelle, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment.

Noelle, for her part, felt a mixture of nerves and excitement as she danced. She had dreamed of this moment for years, to prove herself worthy of the role of the Sugar Plum Fairy, and now that it was finally here, she couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous excitement. However, as she danced, it wasn't the perfection of her performance that consumed her thoughts, but the way her stomach fluttered with butterflies every time she caught Tom's gaze. It was a feeling unlike any other, a mix of joy, nerves, and she could see the admiration and affection in his gaze, which both thrilled and humbled her.

As the dance reached its climax, Tom found himself holding his breath, completely captivated by Noelle's performance. She danced with a grace and elegance that took his breath away, her every movement a testament to her talent and dedication. He couldn't help but think back to the moments he had seen her exhausted, bruised, and drained after long hours of practice. He could only imagine the dedication and hard work she had put in to reach this point, and it filled him with a deep sense of admiration for her. All those late nights and early mornings had led to this moment, and as he watched her graceful movements across the stage, he felt a swell of pride knowing that he had witnessed a small part of her journey to this incredible achievement. He swore he could've watched her -- become lost in her -- forever.

As the final notes of the dance faded away and Noelle took her bow, the audience erupted into applause, but Tom's eyes never left Noelle, his adoration for her greater than ever. She glanced up briefly, trying desperately not to become so overwhelmed with the applause, and her gaze fixating on Tom once more. His beaming smile was all the validation she needed in that moment.

The show progressed on, right up until the final Pas de Deux between the Sugar Plum Fairy and the Nutcracker. Tom watched among the crowd, his heart racing with a realization that took him by surprise. In that moment, he couldn't deny the truth to himself any longer. Watching her dance, he had felt something more than admiration or friendship. It was a crush, a flutter of emotions that he had been trying to ignore but now couldn't deny. Tom realized that he had developed feelings for Noelle, captivated by her everything. And if the previous few days had been anything to go by, there was a slim chance that she too felt the same way.

If only his own uncertainty wouldn't hold him back.

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[trafalgass]

Hello hello! Hope you’re doing well ☺️ If you’d be interested in writing this, may I ask for like reader starting a pillow fight while cuddling with Rosi, Kidd and Law? ❤️🥰🙏

that was such a cute idea!

Eustass Kid, Trafalgar Law & Corazon with a S/O Starting a Pillow Fight with them (GN Reader)

Eustass Kid

Kid was having a bad day so you cuddled with him to help lift up his mood, which worked, but it wasn't enough to remove his frown from his face

You thought of something, if you had Kid not think about what bothered him, it should help him feel better

Then something clicked, you knew exactly what to do

Kid looked at you when you moved to take two pillows, and before he could ask what you were doing you threw a pillow at him

"I dare you to fight me! Unless you're too scared to lose?" You said jokingly

Kid was amused at your little game and couldn't turn down a dare, so he took the pillow and you two got into an intense pillow fight

Pillows and feathers were flying everywhere and you noticed Kid had found his good mood again, you were happy it worked

Neither of you wanted to let the other win and it ended in a tie once you were out of pillows to fight with (RIP pillows), but you got Kid's good mood as a consolation prize

Trafalgar Law

Law always looked serious in everything he was doing, sure he had other emotions but seriousness what his main one

And you wanted to see if you could change that

You were cuddling Law on the sofa while he was reading a book, once again with that same serious look on his face

He didn’t notice you picking up one of the pillows and lightly hit him on the head with it

He looked at you, fairly confused and wondering why the fuck you did that

You simply looked at him with a sheepish smile before throwing the pillow at him

You expected some scolding but Law actually put his book away and picked the pillow to throw it at you

You two ended up hitting each other with a pillow, Law was smiling, you were having the best time of your life

 According to Law he had won the fight because you dropped out first, but you were the real winner for bringing a smile to Law's face

Doquixote Rosinante “Corazon”

It started with a simple cuddling session between you two, nothing special, you two were laying in bed after a boring day of not doing much

You and Corazon loved to tease and make fun of each other and this time he started it

You laughed at his teasing and shoved your pillow in his face

Little did you know it would turn into the biggest pillow fight ever made (well, as big as pillow fight could get)

Pillows were flying across the room, you two laughing while hitting each other with pillows

Corazon cheated and used his tallness to his advantage, but you were good at aiming and had no problem throwing pillows to his face

The “war” stopped when you two dropped on the bed, tired, but still laughing at the fun it brought to you two

It did make your day a lot more fun and the two of you fell asleep, cuddling again together

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[ageingfangirl]

Surprise Visit (Dreamcatcher)

Sua

Sua had been extremely busy with Dreamcatcher since their latest comeback, which you dealt with because it was all a part of being an idol and it made you smile to see your girlfriend enjoying what she did everyday. Even though your relationship was secret from the public, the other members knew along with the company and they supported the two of you.

Ironically you met at a Dreamcatcher fansign event, where you gifted each member a hand drawn portrait since you took art in school and it was actually Jiu who recognised your signature and gushed over your fan art of not just dreamcatcher but other Kpop groups along with photographs you had taken over the years and put on your Instagram. Sua joked that you could take a photo of her any day, and you took the brave step of stating she should name a time and a place.

Sua did get in touch with you after the fan sign and asked you to take some photos of her for Instagram which you agreed to. During the shoot the two of you hit it off, learning you liked similar things but had enough differences to intrigue the other person. After that day the two of you continued to chat and call one another.

You were hanging out at the Dreamcatcher dorm one day when your phone kept blowing up and Sua had enough and took it off you. Your ex girlfriend was begging to get back together since you’d started to get more attention online because of the photos you took of Kpop groups. Luckily Sua didn’t judge you, and instead asked you out on a date.

That was a year ago and today you were surprising her at a fansign event which was being held in the same location as the one you met in last year. it was Valentine’s and Sua had spoilt you rotten because she would be busy, but you had yet to give her the special gift you’d made for her.

Everyone but Sua knew you were showing up, so the company made sure you were the last in the line for the ultimate surprise. You eventually make it up the the long table where the group was sat and Jiu makes a heart with her hands and points to where Sua was sat next to her blissfully unaware you were up next.

‘Fancy meeting you here,’ you say proudly, standing in front of Sua who looks up with shock written across her face.

‘y/n...what are you...how?...why didn’t you tell me?’ she stutters, fumbling over her words which wasn’t really like her at all.

‘Let me get this on camera,’ Jiu insists, pulling out her phone.

You open your bag and pull out a small photo album and place it in front of Sua, ‘I never got to give you your gift this morning, and you are my favourite member of Dreamcatcher after all.’

Sua blushes and picks up the album and starts to flip through it, ‘oh my gosh when did you take these y/n?’

You loved taking photos of people in general because you loved capturing emotions, and the best photos came when the person didn’t know they were being captured. There were a mixture of photos of the two of you, and photos you’d taken of Sua when she wasn’t looking.

‘Do you like it? Happy valentine’s,’ you say, whispering the last part in case anyone around you heard and assumed something was going on.

Sua nods her head, ‘I love it y/n, if I could get up and kiss you I would.’

This time you blush, and next to Sua, Yoohyeon and Siyeon make kissing sounds and gestures since the fans in front of you had left. 

‘You can kiss her later,’ Jiu calls out.

Sua smirks and winks at you trying to be seductive, ‘oh I intend to.’

You laugh, ‘name a time and place.’

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