#it's as charming as I would've expected ♡

[baldval]

idk if u like writing him so if u don’t feel free to ignore!! but picture this, adam with a higher up reader with high authority that kinda acts like beelzebub?? like adam sees them for the first time and expects them to be all wholesome and kind but she’s actually just a hardcore party gal! which kinda matches his frat boy persona too🌚 and maybe she even resembles bee a bit? UP TO U! i just love ur writing and thought of this

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ALTITUDE!₊˚⊹♡

characters: adam x gn!reader

wc: 1.9k

warnings: cursing, mentions of one night stands

A/N: i'm sorry if i failed you in the whole party-fun!reader aspect i just went on a different direction and when i realised i like this a bit too much. hope you like it too anon!!!!! 🫶

You weren’t ever too sure about Adam. He just seemed a bit problematic, loud, interruptive, and he never took things seriously. Not that you were the chillest person on heaven, quite the opposite, but still, there was something about Adam that threw you off. You felt like that was all a faced. You knew that, when he wanted to, he could be kind, and was actually very enthusiastic regarding his job at heaven. Not that he would ever knowingly admit it. So when Sera partnered you two for a, quite important job, you didn’t know what to expect, or how to feel. At first you thought he might try to run the shop by not letting you contribute any of your ideas. He thought you were a tightass that would try to make everything boring (exactly what he said to Lute).

However, both of you were surprised once time went on, and you got to know each-other better. He realised you were actually quite fun, he might even say careless. He found himself in shock, and partially offended, when he realised you actually hosted parties every few weeks. You found out that he was deeply misunderstood. And actually really cute and charming. And you also promised to invite him to your next party, once you had finished the long task Sera had appointed you.

"Adam? Will you read that to me again?" You sat cross legged on the carpeted floor of Adam’s basement, chewing on the end of your click pen. Adam was too busy trying (and failing) to get basketballs on a net at the top of his wall to notice you’d called out to him. Dropping the pencil down on your notebook, you let out a frustrated sigh, standing to get his attention.

"Adam!"

Startled, he stopped short, turning towards you with his eyes wide in surprise.

"Yeah? You alright?" He asked, putting down the basketball and appearing in front of you.

"Yes Adam, I just wanted to get this part done," you explained, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “Besides, why do I have to work? I would also love to be able to play with that fucking basketball." It wasn't that Adam didn't work, he just got distracted easily.

"Ha! As if you could play." You felt deeply offended even though you knew you did NOT know how to play basketball.

"Wow. Just wow. I thought you would've known about my years in the angel's basketball team. I used to be one of the bests." You lied, trying to defend your dignity.

"As if! I was on the angel's basketball team. Never saw you there." "It must've been waaaay before you got in. I've been here for longer, you know."

"Alright then, prove it."

"Prove what?"

"Prove you can play." He handed you the ball and you held it.

"I'm a bit rusty." You smiled at him as you saw him grin. He could see right through you and your lies, what he didn't figure out was that you could also see right through him. So instead of shooting towards the net, you hit Adam with the basketball right on top of his head. Watching it bounce on it only to later hit the floor.

"Ouch! What the fuck was that for?" he ran his hand through his hair.

"Get to work or I'll hit you again."

"Hey! That's toxic workplace behaviour, I'm gonna have to report you now." You groaned in annoyance. "What will it take for you to work on this with me for an hour? Do we have to make a deal?" You joke with a light chuckle. Adam jumped at the opportunity to compromise, knowing that he could work if he really wanted to, and that the deal would then be in his favour.

"A deal hey?" He asks, resting his chin in his hands, looking up at you with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, whatever you want for 1 hour of your precious time," you scoff, picking up your pen again to work. As a higher ranking angel, you knew better than to be stubborn. You didn't mind having to sacrifice a little something. Besides, the end was in sight, meaning you wouldn’t have to deal with him for much longer - however, you struggled to admit to yourself that it would actually make you sad not hanging out with Adam as much as you were right now, worrying you would go back to the stranger treatment you had with each other before.

"I’m not gonna tell you until the hour is up," Adam teases, retrieving a book full of sinners' names for your work from the couch and opening it to a dog-eared page.

"Okay read it again for me, and this time slowly," you emphasise on the word “slowly”, watching him let out a small laugh, shifting on the floor to get comfortable.

"Okay, ready?"

"Yes, Adam."

"Okay," Adam takes a deep breath before beginning, you’re skimming over your notes, making sure all of them make sense. Adam tries to memorise some of the names before you write them, wanting rather to watch you work than have his eyes glued to the book.

Adam rests his hands in his lap, noticing the way your lips part and your tongue juts out only slightly when you concentrate. He notices you fiddling with the edge of your notebook, your fingertips grazing the spiral as it winds to bound the book. He notices how effortlessly pretty you are, and how committed you’ve been to this assignment. He thought it was so funny that you were so oblivious to his blatant staring. He suddenly lets out the breath he didn’t notice he was holding in.

"Adam?" You ask, the same annoyance bubbling inside you from when he didn’t pay attention before.

"Right," Adam shakes his head from his thoughts and returns to reciting the book.

You hadn’t noticed you’d leaned slightly into Adam, your shoulders brushing. Adam suddenly feels warm, his shoulder tingling where you were touching him. His heartbeat hammered in his ears as he licked his lips, readying himself to read the next part.

He thought of how cunning his side of the deal was, and how much more tempting it got the longer you touched him. It was a gamble, but it was one he was willing to take.

Adam rested his hand on his thigh, inching his fingers closer to your joined knees.

You look up at him, finally noticing how close the two of you had gotten, but doing nothing about the close proximity. Something felt different, the air was harder to breathe, and your stomach felt like it was housed by a million butterflies. His eyes shun as they looked into yours, your faces inching closer and closer.

Adam finished reading and silence filled the room, accompanied by the small pants of your breathing, you pulled your body away, sitting up straighter and looking more alert.

"Good reading Adam," you let out a small cough to cover the awkwardness that had just washed over you. Fuck, you were so close to kissing him, and you didn’t know why. You scowled at yourself for being so cliche, and put down your notebook. Adam bit his lip in a smile as your cheeks blushed red because he knew you’d felt that too.

"Okay, deal time?"

You know you asked for an hour, but a break right now didn’t seem so bad.

"Okay," you say, as he scoots his bottom across the floor to face you.

"One kiss," he says finally, your jaw swinging open in shock. A kiss? Was he serious? Did you hear that right?

"A kiss?" You repeat, chuckling. At first you thought it was a prank - classic Adam. However, his face was dead serious, as serious as you had ever seen him. You hadn’t read that Adam felt anything for you, the same way you hid having a big fat crush on him by being sort of mean.

"Come on, you know you want to." He teases suddenly changing his behaviour and body language as he realised he had been perhaps a bit too vulnerable for his liking. But you has already seen him. You knew his true intentions when he asked that and you knew they matched what you wantes, so why weren't you kissing him?

Your lips form a tight straight line as you contemplate your choices. Give up the tough guy act now and cave to your feelings, or don’t. It was like Adam was giving you the perfect opportunity to do what you always thought of doing.

"Okay, only one," you narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a curt nod.

“Of course, whatever the lady wants,” he sends a wink on your direction and you can't help blushing as you try to hide the redness with a laugh.

You lean forward, securing a small kiss on his cheek, almost too close to the corner of his mouth as it curled into a small smile. Your lips linger there for a moment, before you pull away, just slightly, your face still so close to Adam’s. You contemplate whether you should just go for it. But before you could decide what you wanted to do, Adam does it for you, connecting your lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

It takes you aback, but you compose yourself quickly, cupping his cheeks in your hands, as his secure to your hips. He pulls you closer, until you’re practically in his lap, straddling his hips with your thighs. His tongue prods at your lower lip, and without another thought, you open your mouth, letting his tongue explore where no one else has. The feeling was magical, and after all those nights you lay awake thinking of this moment, it finally came in full force.

You had to pull away with a gasp when Adam’s hand started to cup your bare ass under your shorts, your hands resting comfortably on his shoulders as you stared at each other.

"Fuck I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have-"

"No! It’s fine, I just, I... I kinda like you? Adam... And I mean, I don't care if you want to just fuck or whatever. But... I guess I just don't want that." you let out a nervous laugh, wanting so badly to crawl into a hole and die from your confession. "It's not you! Well, I guess it is you? I don't mind one-night stands, I just..." Adam interrupts you by letting a small laugh, the back of his hand coming up to caress your cheek.

"I get why you assumed that. I mean, I am THE Adam, THE original dick, why would I settle down?" You roll your eyes at his cockiness and his expression softens. "But I do like you. I like you just in the way that you said it, truly."

"Really?" You ask him, your voice only just louder than a whisper.

"Yeah! I mean- you’re so smart and pretty, and we’ve spent a lot of time together, I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, wouldn't mind getting to know you better. The whole of you" he moves his hand towards your waist.

“I’ve felt the same way,” you reply, pulling Adam in for a hug, resting your head in the crook of his neck. He holds you close, before you sit back down on the floor across from him.

“So… you think I’m pretty?” He asks, shooting you a cheeky wink. You roll your eyes again, letting out a small laugh.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x reader #adam x you #cursed cat alastor #adam hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin adam

[bonyato]

꒰🎏꒱ Toro Inoue • Carp Costume

TORO! Let's Party! (トロともりもり), 2009.

#doko demo issyo #toro inoue #sony cat #toro! let's party! #playstation #playstation 3 #ps3 #sony playstation #sony computer entertainment #sony interactive entertainment #どこでもいっしょ #井上トロ #トロともりもり #I started watching a playthrough of this game recently ~ #it's as charming as I would've expected ♡

[cartierre]

DIVINE FEMININE | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x fem!reader

side note: i purposefully left out any tweets because this focuses more on the aesthetics side note pt.2: thank you @cl16version for the photo inspirations!

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viviennewestwood yourusername wears a custom wedding gown created just for her beautiful wedding to Formula One driver charles_leclerc in the South of France last weekend.

"When I was younger I always liked to imagine what my future wedding dress would look like. As soon as I met Vivienne at a fashion show, I knew she had to be part of it. I feel very honoured to have worked with her and other amazing designers on my look. It felt like a dream come true." ~ Y/N Leclerc

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user1 imagine having THE vivienne westwood custom design your wedding dress ⤷ user2 thank god charles has money because otherwise that dream would've stayed a dream

yourusername still baffled by all the amazing looks you created for me to wear throughout the night! what an honour! comment liked by viviennewestwood

user3 the way they wrote 'Y/N Leclerc' has me in tears (in an emotional way) ⤷ user4 i still can't get over the fact they truly married. i'm so happy for them

user5 Y/N LOOKS SO STUNNING ⤷ user6 the most beautiful bride

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daniel3.jpg unpaid, personal photographer

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user7 i want a whole documentary about what happened at this wedding ⤷ user8 it looks so much fun i'm so envious of all the guests that attended ⤷ user9 i know everyone who had to cancel is fighting the air right now

yourusername the picture of charles is my new favourite ⤷ daniel3.jpg same, same

user10 i love how with every slide the drunkeness scale rapidly increases ⤷ user11 as it should

charles_leclerc yes, we definitely enjoyed ourselves ⤷ daniel3.jpg the champagne was endless

user12 it's so funny that daniel is the first one to post about the wedding. he is really their number one fan ⤷ user13 i mean he was the one to introduce y/n to charles ⤷ user14 it's like he's watching his two babies getting married

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yourusername to love & to cherish

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user15 i love how she just has multiple wedding dresses ⤷ user16 she's that kind of indecisive

charles_leclerc mon seul et unique amour (my one and only love) ⤷ yourusername i love it when you speak french

danielricciardo i want nieces and nephews in an instant ⤷ yourusername who said you'd be their uncle ⤷ danielricciardo that's not even a question

carlossainz55 felicidades ⤷ yourusername thank you

user17 i just know nicola peltz is crying in her sleep right now ⤷ user18 nicola really thought she ate until y/n stepped up

lilymhe i still have tears in my eyes from how beautiful it was ⤷ yourusername wouldn't have been as beautiful as it was without such an organised maid of honour ⤷ lilymhe i was so scared something would go wrong

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charles_leclerc mon tout (my everything)

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user19 you know they're rich because not only did y/n have multiple custom made wedding gowns, but charles also had multiple suits ⤷ user20 did you expect anything less from them?

yourusername i love you so incredibly much ⤷ charles_leclerc i'm the luckiest man alive

user21 this is my royal wedding ⤷ user22 my met gala

scuderiaferrari congratulazioni! così felice per te! (congratulations! so happy for you!) comment liked by charles_leclerc

arthur_leclerc i still can't believe my big brother is finally married ⤷ charles_leclerc did you not believe in my charm? ⤷ arthur_leclerc honestly, no ⤷ yourusername it was actually my charm that got you wrapped around my fingers

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lando.jpg "the wedding of the decade"

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user23 why did it never occur to me that there'd be LITERAL CELEBRETIES attending their wedding ⤷ user24 yeah like you're telling me timmy, billie, zoe, bella and kendall were there? a fever dream, if you'd ask me ⤷ user25 this just makes me question who else was there

user26 this is just so fucking random hahahaha

yourusername i love how these are all pictures i have never seen before! next time i'll hire you and daniel professionally ⤷ charles_leclerc what do you mean "next time" ⤷ user27 Y/N HAHAHAHAHA

user28 the more pictures i'm seeing of this wedding, the more the desire comes for me to get married as well ⤷ user29 literally never wanted to get married until now

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfiction #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 imagines #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 fluff #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic

[kaixserzz]

Modern AU!

ੈ♡˳ Il Dottore x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

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this is like 100% inspired by this song "red flags by tom cardy" because it made me think of how the first date with dottore in the modern au would be similar to that song LMAOO,, something short b4 i post smth long, this is a mix of dottore hcs and hcs with you!! if i hadn't given up in art i would've made an animation with dottore with this song :( barely proof read and got a bit lazy im too tired LMAOO enjoy this mess

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: basic dottore warnings, usage of 'zandik' (dottore is like a nickname between friends), (this is an ALTERNATE UNIVERSE okay? an AU where dottore is kinda normal-ish, so don't hate on me for the HEADCANONS. this is totally different from canon dottore), childe x kaeya cameo 😮, again, reader and dottore kinda crazy :3, timeline's fucked but the last section of hcs is when you've dated long enough yk!!

As one of Zandik's oldest friends, Ajax could only want the best for him! Even if it's something Zandik doesn't really care about; take dating, for example.

Zandik's love life was basically nonexistent, and he was never interested in it in the first place. He thinks it's such a waste of time, plus, he is well aware that his 'hobbies' are considered weird, and his personality is hard to get along with.

He'd rather stay in his office, studying his piles of files and documents of his 'hobbies' before he goes to work.

Zandik only agreed to go on a date with this person Childe managed to find through his connections in an attempt to stop his nagging while he was busy.

It's not like he expected the date to go well. Zandik knew that once his date starts asking questions about him, he will be candid about what his interests were, and eventually, his date will run away in fear.

Good, the faster they leave, the faster he can go back to his research.

Even though he didn't want to go on a date, Zandik will still be so formal about it. He will arrive 5 minutes early, spray on one of the most expensive cologne he has, bring a bouquet of flowers for his date, and wear a very presentable outfit.

Zandik appears to be the best date of the century; that's what most people would think as soon as he walks inside the tavern Childe had set up the date.

But, oh, it was just a mere illusion of what he truly was. The question is, can you handle it?

He couldn't wait to see the disappointment on your face once you realize that he isn't what he appeared to be.

"So, what kind of guy is your friend?"

On the tavern's second floor, a group of people were peering down to the first floor. Pantalone, Childe, Scaramouche, and Kaeya sat at the same table, spying on the ongoing date between you and Childe's friend, Zandik.

Childe nervously chuckled and avoided Kaeya's puzzled gaze, rubbing the back of his neck when he raised a confused brow at Childe. Scaramouche, who followed Childe when he heard that Zandik of all people, was getting a date, along with Pantalone, took the liberty of replying to Kaeya instead. "He's weird." He remarked, sipping his cup of tea. "Your friend's likely to run away once he starts talking about something he's into."

"Allow me to clarify," Pantalone interjected before Kaeya could express his concern about you, "He's remarkably charming and well-mannered. Your friend will be in safe hands, rest assured." He offered a reassuring smile, yet Kaeya detected a hint of caution in his demeanor. "However, I must admit, he can be... intense at times."

Scaramouche crossed his arms and laughed sarcastically, "Intense is too shallow of a word to describe him." Then Scaramouche smirked at Kaeya, leaning towards him with a dark expression. "You were foolish to trust this idiot for a decent date for your friend. They'll be devoured alive."

Childe shot Scaramouche a warning glare and playfully punched his arm, then proceeded to put an arm around Kaeya's shoulders. "Don't worry too much, babe! They'll be alright," He said, though it sounded like he was trying to make himself believe with his words instead, "He's not as bad as they're making him out to be!"

Kaeya couldn't help but sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Not that bad..." He muttered under his breath, watching you from above. Well, on the outside, Zandik looked well-kept and even arrived earlier than he expected, with a bouquet of flowers at that. It appeared as if it wasn't his first date, just as Childe had mentioned.

But there was an uneasy aura that surrounded him, and Kaeya didn't know why. And with Childe bringing two other friends along with him to see how the date would end did not quell any of his worries. Fortunately, he has Diluc to keep an eye on you as well as he serves other customers.

He trusts Childe a lot, but he doesn't know if he could trust this 'Dottore'...

Kaeya could tell that you were bored as soon as you walked inside the tavern and spotted your date. You seemed attracted enough to his looks, but it seems like you don't sense anything off about him. All Kaeya wanted was to help you find a lover, so you'd stop pouting at him whenever he talks about Childe to you, but you were so not into the dating scene. So he's a little relieved you're showing a bit of curiosity over your date.

But when you asked about his hobbies, Kaeya couldn't help but let his jaw drop to the floor. He couldn't believe what he heard. It was utterly disturbing and something that should never be said on a first date! His gaze shifted to Childe, who facepalmed in exasperation, while Scaramouche and Pantalone struggled to contain their laughter. He was at a loss for words.

"That sounds illegal!" Kaeya exclaimed, pointing at Dottore, his disbelief evident. "What the hell is your friend?" He stared at them, waiting for an explanation, but Childe, Scaramouche, and Pantalone simply shrugged in unison, as if they expected this to happen.

Childe offered a weak smile to Kaeya and placed a hand on his arm, saying, "Sorry about him really... I tried talking to him, I swear! But I guess he's just—"

"Is that so?" Your eyes were wide at his response. "I don't think you should be saying that in public." You commented with a sly smile, sipping on your drink.

Dottore's grin widened, revealing sharp teeth that strangely fascinated you. "Why not? You asked about my interests, and I answered honestly," he said, leaning in with a mischievous glint in his crimson eyes. "Don't worry; it is a completely legal hobby." His slightly threatening demeanor added an eerie allure to him, leaving you even more intrigued.

To everyone's surprise, including Dottore, you only smiled at him, face lighting up with newfound wonder. "That so? Then tell me more!" Dottore was caught off guard, blinking at you as if you were the one who told him something so absurd.

"Pardon?" Dottore straightened up, his eyebrow raised in surprise as he tried to process your unexpected interest in his peculiar hobby.

"Think I can't take it?" You chuckled, a challenging spark in your eyes. "I didn't expect you to say that, but now I'm curious. Now go on, tell me more."

It was surprising really, to see their friend, who showed little to no interest towards others, even towards his friends, be so engrossed in talking about his recent research and projects to a total stranger.

There was a light in his eyes that they've only seen when he's enthusiastically rambling about it. It was even more shocking that you were actively participating in the conversation with remarks, and questions, just full of genuine curiosity.

Dottore quickly forgot his disdain for this date, a grin permanently etched on his lips as you allowed him to keep talking about his research, no matter how perturbing it was.

He just felt so delighted that someone has finally recognized the potential his research held, and not only were you inquisitive about it, you gave him suggestions that expanded his realm of ideas!

All the while, you were excited to have such an interesting date this time. Kaeya always presented you with some of the most romantic dates you've ever had, but they always ended up boring you. And socializing with boring people tires you.

It was clear that it was such a big red flag if he was into such things, but you couldn't help yourself. He has a cute charm and the way he lit up when you asked about it? You were hooked.

Yes, wear that red-tinted glasses of yours.

Though the context of your conversation was slowly catching other's attention, other people in the tavern glancing and shooting the both of you disturbed looks the longer you talk.

The group spying on your date was still shocked at the sudden development.

Kaeya could feel himself grow weak upon the realization that this is your type of man. And as disturbing as it was, it appeared to be a... perfect match.

Scaramouche couldn't help himself and burst out in laughter. It was a welcoming turn of events; Childe was patting himself on the back, his previous worries turning into pride once he saw them getting along, and Pantalone merely smiled in relief.

But when Kaeya looked back down at your table, Dottore was gone from your table, and you were smiling and waving.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder, and Scaramouche stopped laughing.

"Having the time of your lives?"

Let's just say, the date ended with four people running out of the tavern with a pissed doctor tailing behind them.

Either way, it was successful! You exchanged numbers and set up another date.

Both of you wonder what this new connection would lead into.

♡.♡

Dottore has his own social media accounts. Shocker, right?

He rarely uses them, though, since his friends only force him to make one.

But he does use Instagram to post some images whenever he felt like it.

And just as you'd expect, he posts the most crude images you'd ever see in an account without getting banned or deactivated, despite getting reported half the time.

The posts aren't that bad, most of them are just aesthetically pleasing pictures of his study with filters, like his messy table, jars of preserved organisms, vials of dubious liquids, and his medical tools.

Sometimes, you'd even see some drops of blood in some pictures...

But it all changed when you started dating.

He still posted his weird, mysterious posts of whatever, but it included you.

It spans from just a part of your body being barely in the frame, pictures of your back while you examine his shelves of books he has collected over the years, or simply just you.

At first, you were barely in the pictures, and it still consisted of dark themes, like you holding a scalpel while wearing latex gloves. But the long you've dated, his pictures slowly became quite normal.

His Instagram account? There's never a picture that doesn't have you in it.

Dottore takes a picture of you whenever he feels this sudden urge to capture this one particular moment of you doing anything. Walking, talking, or simply eating.

He always posts the most unintentionally romantic stuff about you. He's so intricate when it comes to taking pictures of you, able to capture such photogenic shots even if you weren't paying attention to the camera.

And the captions to his posts always have articulately composed poems of how he feels about you, and his friends comment on the post, all confused at his sudden romanticism.

Dottore generally doesn't have a train of thought when he does this, though. When it comes to you, his brain merely thinks of you and goes "Hm, the lighting looks wonderful here, I must take a picture here."

And the poems? It's not like he thinks he has to post one to show how much he loves you through the posts, or anything like that. He just literally feels like it. It's like the emotions he has never felt before forming into words, and so he writes them down in the posts. That, and the fact that you seem to like them as well!

Dottore now posts the most jaw-dropping pictures you have ever seen of yourself in your life on Instagram, and no one's stopping him.

"Seems like you can't resist capturing every moment with me, huh?" You chuckled playfully, glancing back as you took a skip with each step, leaving him trying to catch up with his phone already in hand.

Dottore huffed, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips in acknowledgment of your playful remark. He held his phone steadily before him, keen on capturing the essence of your beauty. As you continued to walk, you could feel his eyes on you, waiting for any instruction or cue from him.

You knew how much he loved taking pictures of you.

"Look back at me, darling," He called out from behind, prompting you to turn with a bright smile. In the midst of your movement, you heard a faint click! from his phone, and you quickly rushed toward him, eager to see the picture he took.

With a smirk on his lips, he held his phone just out of your reach, enjoying the playful pout that formed on your lips as you tried to get a glimpse. You got on your tiptoes in an attempt to see, but he kept the photo just beyond your grasp. "Hey! Let me see," You huffed, crossing your arms in mock annoyance. "It's my picture!"

"Ah ah ah, patience, my dear," Dottore teased, slipping his phone back into his pocket, safely out of your reach. You let out a playful whine of disappointment, but he merely grinned in response. "You'll see it later when I post it,"

At the end of the date, Dottore posted the picture on his Instagram as soon as he dropped you off at your place.

Safe to say that you were shocked at how he managed to make a simple picture and pose look so divine with a bit of tweaking with the filters. And the poem he wrote in the caption? Nearly made your heart almost explode.

(This is silly, but he'd probably print out pictures he's taken of you and then put them up on a board or something, so he can look at you while he's working or just doing his 'hobbies'.)

But you, on the other hand? You always manage to capture one of the worst pictures of Dottore and it almost makes you feel bad. It's not like you're doing it on purpose, but when you try to take pictures of him when you aren't on dates, it looks so horrible...

Dottore isn't one for pictures either, so you can only take them when he isn't looking or paying any attention to you (which is rare in itself).

One time, you took a picture of him when you were visiting him in his apartment, and it was so bad.

He looked so haggard, his hair was a mess, and his room was dark, so the flash was automatically on, and his eyes did the shining thing the cats do.

It honestly terrified you when you looked at the picture, but you refused to delete it because you just captured the truest form of Zandik when he was at home.

Still, you decided to post it in your Instagram story, tagging him in it.

You expected him to get mad at you for posting such a ludicrous image of him on the internet, but he didn't even mention it when he saw it.

He actually smiled instead; he was just happy that you posted him in your account. Dottore may not enjoy having his picture taken, but he can't deny the genuine joy that fills him whenever you post about him.

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Dottore is a pediatrician. And he absolutely hates it. He loathes every single second he has to do his stupid job instead of expanding on his research.

Like, it wasn't his first decision to be a pediatrician. He wanted to do something else (that may or may not make him a criminal, but we're not going to talk about that).

His family were all doctors and owned their own hospital. His parents noticed his rather odd interests and decided to force him to become a pediatrician to 'tame' him a bit. Make him less weird.

(It kinda worked in my opinion. I mean, in my modern AU HCs, he hasn't killed someone.)

He kinda couldn't do anything about it either way, he has a hard time getting along with others. It would take a lot of patience to even have a conversation with him, so he has been rejected for other jobs.

Despite Dottore hating his job with his entire being, he's unironically really good at being a pediatrician. Just because he hates it doesn't excuse him for doing it half-assed.

He knows he can do it with ease, so he will accomplish as much as a pediatrician.

Dottore doesn't like children, but he's so friendly with them when he's on the job. He's so attentive to their needs and responds smoothly to each kid based on their personality- you can say he's the best at it.

He can tell if a kid isn't being treated properly by their parents and will not be silent about it. Dottore would literally lecture them about it in hopes they do what they're supposed to be doing.

As long as he does his job properly, he can continue with his 'hobbies' without any problems.

Well, his opinion changed ever since you came along.

"It's odd to see you so friendly towards children." You teased with a playful grin, trying to suppress your laughter as you took a seat opposite him at his desk. Dottore wearily rubs his eyes, releasing a heavy sigh of exhaustion, before eagerly reaching for the paper bag you've brought and unveiling the lunch you specially prepared for him that day.

As he hungrily devoured his lunch, he grumbled, "Let me assure you, my dear, I'd rather be engaged in something far more appealing." He paused for a moment, when you wiped some crumbs off his chin with your thumb, "They tend to be loud, messy, and not particularly brilliant, you know."

You giggled at his response, shaking your head. "What do you expect? They are still developing." You remind him gently, trying to bridge the gap between your opinions.

"A stage of humanity where they are utterly useless and vulnerable." He bites back, his disdain towards them evident.

Before you could respond to his comment, a loud cry pierced the air, originating from somewhere outside his office. Both of you turned your heads in surprise.

Dottore furrowed his brow, clearly annoyed by the disturbance. "What on earth is going on out there?" He muttered, standing up from his seat.

Without hesitation, you opened the door and peered outside. The cries continued, and it became evident that a child was in distress.

Dottore sighed, recognizing the situation required his attention, regardless of his feelings towards the children. "Let's see what's happening," He said, reluctantly but responsibly, as he led the way toward the commotion outside his office.

He was about to take care of the situation himself, but seeing how bothered he was, you decided to do it yourself. Crouching down before the crying girl, you cooed at her and wiped her tears away.

"What's wrong, little girl?" You ask softly, patiently waiting for her to speak through her hiccups.

"I can't find my mommy!" She cried, wrapping her arms around your neck and sobbing onto your shirt. Dottore winced at the sight of your shirt getting soaked with tears and snot, but you couldn't care less, picking her up in your arms and rubbing her back.

"Don't worry sweetie, we'll find your mommy, okay?" And with that, you managed to quiet down her cries, keeping her calm throughout the search for her mom, all the while entertaining her and making her laugh.

Dottore was impressed at how easily you consoled the little girl. It usually took a kid's parent or a very long time for him to make them stop crying. How did you do it? Is it simply because of your sheer empathy toward children?

But what puzzles Dottore even more is the warm feeling throughout his body when he sees you interacting with children with such tenderness and kindness. It was as if it was just so natural for you to be so good with children... You'd make a good pediatrician, he thinks. A parent too.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" You ask, raising your brows at him. As the question breaks his reverie, he shakes his head, slightly flustered, and returns to his office. "Oh, it's nothing," He replies, trying to brush off his momentary distraction. "I was just marveling at how naturally you handle children, even better than I do, and I'm the pediatrician."

You merely laughed at his response, playfully nudging his arm. "Looks like I'll be taking your job then," You tease, watching him mockingly sneer at the notion. "I'm just kidding. But you know more about this than I do. You're the doctor here, after all." You give him a reassuring smile.

Dottore was silent for a while, eyes on you, as the thoughts of you being such a good caretaker lingered in his mind. He wonders why he felt so warm inside at those thoughts. He then glances at your ruined shirt, and he scowls. "Get changed, my dear," He insists, "I have some spare clothes in my office. You shouldn't stay in those wet clothes."

Smiling brightly at him, you press a kiss on his cheek, watching the tips of his ears burn. "Thanks, baby!"

His thoughts never left him ever since that day.

You've decided to visit him more often at his work whenever you're free. Watching you play with the children, talking to them, and reading books to them, slowly helped him develop a shift in perspective when it comes to being a pediatrician.

You're basically the catalyst of his developed empathy. He learned how to communicate better with children through sincerity, and it honestly helped him more than he could ever know.

Now, he's coming home less stressed because he's having fun taking care of them.

But he will never admit it, no matter how obvious it was. He still dislikes children to an extent, but you really paved the way for him to become more caring.

It's always such a sight to see Dottore, a sophisticated, grumpy guy who would prefer doing his own research or being with you, grab a toy and start baby-talking to console a kid.

When you first witnessed that, you almost fainted from shock.

God forbid his friends to know about his slight change of nature.

But the biggest change of all? Him realizing that he probably wants to start a family with you.

It simply started with him talking to Childe about how good you were with kids, and he commented, "Dude, then start a family with them."

Then the realization slammed him like an oncoming truck.

He couldn't help himself. He loves you so much that he'd be willing to have children of his own (adopted or not).

Be prepared for a proposal soon :0

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[prettyboykatsuki]

thirsty thoma thoughts please if you have try time, if you have anything filthy I want FILTHY because I know that man would take anything you give him with a smile on his face

—WEAK TO YOU | THOMA

♡ tags ;; arranged marriages, reader is from an unnamed but powerful clan, unqualified genshin writing, handjobs + fingering (no penetration), fem + afab reader, reader is wearing a dress, thoma is a bit subby

♡ wc ;; 1.6k

♡ a/n ;; anon this got SO out of hand so sorry.

"We're going to get caught."

"So?"

Thoma's expression twists into something unreadable - hands gliding over your waist as you push him up against the wall. Your breathing has gone soft and even as you lean into him with force and purpose.

"Would you rather not?" You pose, innocent. His eyes widen. You both know the answer is no, the half-mast in his pants giving it all away. Still, you offer the suggestion earnestly. Curious on whether he'll indulge your whims or if he'll push you off in embarrassment. Neither idea makes you angry.

Rather, pushing Thoma's buttons in such a way is delightfully amusing. For someone so happy and amicable — responsible really, you would've never expected him to be so easily flustered. That he'd crumble like fragile glass over even the most innocent of gestures. Your fiancé is always surprising you.

The proposal wasn't your doing, but your parents. It's an old story. You, the child of a powerful clan, finally at marriageable age. Like other things in your life - your responsibility in regards to your position overshadowed most everything else. Whims of love and fleeting romances were nothing more than fantasies to idly muse at. Most men who proposed to you were threatened by your presence and couldn't look you in the eye.

While your mother encourages you with warm words of her own love story, you've never once experienced something even close. The pleasant emotions and giddiness seemed foreign Many have tried to incite it in you but none succeeded. They think you're sheltered—that you'll be swayed by sweet words and expensive gifts. Truly, you found most of them pathetic. How boring.

Soon it became tedious. You weren't looking for someone to love. Just someone who didn't outright disgust you. Handsome and capable. It should've been an easy request you think but apparently not so.

Thoma was a happy accident. When you went into Komore Teahouse to meet him, you were sure it'd be another fluke.

But he exceeded all your expectations in the first five minutes you spoke to him. Firstly, he had no issue talking to you as if you were normal. Probably in part to his connection to the Kamisato clan. Secondly, he was very handsome. His green eyes were striking. He was friendly and pleasant.

When coming on the question of why he agreed to such a thing since he has no family ties, he sheepishly told you his companion encouraged him. Ayato Kamisato, who had once been in Thoma's same seat. The two of you ended things mutually, though not because you detested him. Apparently Ayato thought Thoma would be perfect fit for you.

And he was right—because you were terribly charmed by Thoma indeed. You don't really understand your mothers musings of love. It was then you realized perhaps you had a peculiar taste in men. You didn't want someone like your mother described, you wanted Thoma.

You told him as much almost immediately, and thus you've been engaged been engaged for nearly a year. Your father approved so it's set in stone. Every once in a while, you ask Thoma if he'd like to break-up just to tease him, but by now he admantly rejects the even the though. Always asking sweetly if he's upset you somehow.

Maybe because it's your natural position. Your job in being always respectable, always polite, always upright—that Thoma is someone you want so much. Like a puppy, always ready to listen. Who doesn’t expect anything from you but affection.

You like it about him, and you like more how innocent he is. Up until meeting him, your sexual desires were fleeting. Things you took care of privately with no interest in losing your virginity until marriage, under the assumption that you'd marry someone you find decent.

You didn't know you were so lewd until you met him. Clumsy but persistent to fulfill a life-long set of dormant urges. You didn't know you were so sadistic either.

That's why you can't help but approach him like this. It's the first time he's been allowed in your room with you alone and he's played the part of filial son-in-law better than you expected.

It's unkind to be like this to him. You can't help yourself though.

"O-of course, but your father is home. And your housekeeper is outside the door—"

"You've been staring at my neck all evening haven't you?" You hum. You feel him shift under you, bed creaking as shimmy forward until your legs are on either side of his thighs. He's red in the face.

"That's..."

"Did you think I wouldn't see you? Your eyes wander every time I walk. Right at slit where you can see my legs, isn't it?"

"Please be merciful." He pleads, voice thick. You pout.

"Why should I when you won't even touch me? Do I not tempt you?"

"Love," He says, breathy and desperate. You wrap your arms around his neck, heart thumping. How handsome he is never fails to make you weak "Don't even joke about that"

"Since you asked politely." You shift your weight again until your core is pressed over the fabric. You let the material of your outfit slip down your shoulders - neck exposed and breasts nearly bare. "I've listened to your request, won't you listen to mine?"

His hand sneaks up under your dress, the flowy material swishing as he slides it up. Squeezing the back of your thigh, he guides your hips towards him with a harsh sigh.

"We have to be quiet." He says ragged. You hum.

"And?"

"N-no more than this until we're married, okay?"

"How chivalrous of you." You say teasing. It's a bit funny that he's considerate in this way. You can see how much he wants it but the guilt insists he draws this line. You've married him for such things as this "No more, of course."

"Then," He takes a deep breath, warm green gaze peering at you through blonde lashes "Let me see."

You let the rest of the material fall of your body until you're completely bare. Nipples hardened, Thoma's gaze immediately travels down. You stand on your knees to take off what's underneath too, but you leave the dress on just in case. The material bunches at your waist as you pull it up. Thoma takes to holding it like. Pussy bare, you spread yourself apart for him to see. A thin string of sticky arousal as you pull yourself apart.

"Oh, Archons, you're—I mean, really."

"Will you only look?"

His hands still manage to hesitate. A sharp inhale, he lets his fingers trace the outside of your folds. Soft and gentle as usual, you'll touch each other just like this. Almost out of habit, his mouth finds your chest. Kisses on your sternum where your breast bone dips, mouth sucking and biting wherever he pleases. You moan softly at the sensation, a wave of euphoria starting at your center and splintering off.

He rubs your clit with the utmost care, in circles - just like how you taught him. His eyes are heavy, blinking slowly and drunk. You feel yourself drip onto his fingers. Syrupy and thick. You want to touch him, to feel his cock weep against your hand.

"I want to touch you." You assert through a breath "Won't you let me?"

You question him like this only because you know he's weak. Of course he'll let you. He stops everything to slide his pants down just far enough that his cock is free. Standing to attention, red tip already so achy. Seeing it makes your mind feel hazy, anticipation like a plague coursing through your veins.

"It'd be nice if we could marry sooner." You say smoothly. Thoma chokes, watches as you spit into your hand and wrap your palm around his shaft. "To feel you inside of me. I can't help but wonder. How would that feel? Of course I like your hands. They're much better than mine but—"

"Than yours?" He questions. You giggle.

"Did you think I were some pure innocent flower? I'm a lady with needs."

You do this in tandem. Your hands fisted around Thoma's cock while he slowly spreads you apart with his fingers. Gasping quietly when he intrudes, his palm up against your clit to give you the right type of tension. Desire swells in your stomach like a balloon when you hear him groan underneath you. You keep your movement steady.

"Than you...? To yourself?"

"Just with my fingers." He throbs in your hand. The faint redness in his skin suddenly becomes bright and his hands jitters in nervousness as he fucks you with his fingers. You roll your hips with a smile "Oh, I see."

"I like it better when you do it." You tease, feeling your core tighten as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. You can hear how wet you are. The flush in his skin and his desire for you turn you on "Y-your fingers are much better."

"Please. Please, I need you to—please."

He wants you to finish for him. He always waits for you. You moan as you clench around his fingers, the muscles in your body tightening as the knot slowly comes undone. Like the tension of a taut rope, you feel something your body snap. Heat crawls up your spine as you cum, hard enough that you tuck your chin and bit your lip to mask the sound. The postion has your thighs trembling. Re-opening your eyes, you glance down at his cock.

He looks out of it. Twitching so hard and so full of desire but keeping himself restrained patiently. How thoughtful.

"You can cum, Thoma." You say, sweetly. His head nearly knocks into the wall from where he throws it back. His adams apple bobbing. You use your free hand to cover his mouth, content it as he cums hard. Thick and white as it spills between your fingers.

When he opens his eyes again, he looks about ready to cry. You tilt your head.

"We were so loud." He says with a frown. You can't help but laugh at his reaction.

"Don't worry, darling." You coo, pressing a kiss to his hairline "I'd marry you even if my Father chased you out."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

#thoma x reader #thoma smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut

[voidpetrova]

the dark side — kai parker x reader

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content warnings and genre: loss, grief, death — angst

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synopsis: you had nothing but each other, and it still wasn't enough for him. he had chosen the wrong path, straying away from your love and the life of righteousness

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in the quiet corners of memory, where the past melds with the present, there exists a tale of love that transcended time and shattered expectations. once, in the dappled sunlight of a forgotten summer, you and kai parker had been inseparable, bound by a connection as unyielding as destiny itself. your laughter echoed through the corridors of your shared childhood, a melody woven with the promise of an everlasting bond.

as young hearts often do, you fell for one another with a tender vulnerability that left an indelible mark. his azure eyes held secrets and mischief, drawing you into a world that sparkled with enchantment. the two of you wove dreams under starlit skies, weaving tales of forever against a canvas of endless possibilities.

each stolen moment was a treasure, every stolen touch a heartbeat of its own. you reveled in the simplest of pleasures - picnics by the riverbank, hand-in-hand walks through the meadow, and stolen glances that spoke volumes without uttering a word. In his presence, time was a mere construct, and the world was yours to conquer.

when you had gone star-gazing together, he spent more time looking into your eyes than the starry night above you. “you know, i'm convinced that the stars shine just a little brighter when you're around.” he would tell you, eyes lighting up when you let out a laugh that made his troubles wither. he would've given up almost everything just to see you laugh. “oh, come on! you're just saying that.” he'd shake his head in disbelief, and you knew he was being honest.

“i promise it's true. it's like they know they have to keep up with your radiance.” your heart would melt—kai knew exactly what to say and when to say it. “you're such a charmer, kai parker.” you were just as honest, despite the things that changed, his charm never failed you.

“and you're my muse, the reason i believe in magic.” you couldn't help but roll your eyes. at the time, magic wasn't something you chose to believe in. “magic, seriously?”

he couldn't help the smile that painted his features. no, not a smirk—a smile. he would now swear that he only knew how to smile when he was around you. “absolutely, i feel like i'm under a spell whenever i'm with you.” he watched the way your cheeks would flush and the glimmer in your eyes that spoke to him in a thousand languages.

“i love you, kai,”

“i love you, too, darling.”

as fate would have it, the darkness that had always lingered within kai began to claw its way to the surface. the power that had once been his gift twisted into something sinister, and the shadows that danced in his eyes took on a chilling hue. the choices he made tore at the fabric of your shared world, the very foundation of your love splintering under the weight of his actions.

and so, like the pages of a tragic tale, your paths diverged. kai's descent into darkness seemed inevitable, and you found yourself standing at a crossroads. with a heavy heart, you turned away from the gemini coven, your determination to fight against his malevolence setting you on a collision course with destiny. your loyalty to your new-found allies, solidified, even as your heart ached for what had been lost.

yet, kai's pull was unrelenting. despite the chasm that now lay between you, he sought you out with desperate yearning. in the darkest hours of the night, he whispered promises of redemption and the echo of a love that had never truly faded. these clandestine meetings were fraught with tension and desire, a dangerous dance that threatened to consume you both.

the truth was your shield, your armor against the reality of your forbidden connection. to protect lai from those who would end him, you wove a web of lies, shielding him from discovery. each falsehood cost you a piece of your own soul, a sacrifice for a love that once was, and a love that could never be.

you couldn't recognize the man you had spent your entire life loving. when the rage and bloodlust took over, you felt as if your entire life had been nothing but a lie. the eyes that once glimmered with love and admiration, were now dimmed with a twisted need for power and harm. “you're breaking my heart, kai,” your voice cracked when you said it to him the first time. what were supposed to be eyes of sympathy were now eyes of disgust, the eyes of a man who had given up love for power. he still loved you, he wanted you by his side. “you're going down a path i can't follow.”

his laugh was bitter, laced with venom that made your ears ring. “why? because of them? of bonnie and the others?” you could only shake your head st the lack of remorse, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. “because of what you've done, kai, what you plan to do,” your voice cracked with every step of the way. “don't do this, kai. it's not too late to come back—i love you.”

“liar.”

in the midst of your reflections, damon's voice shatters your reverie, and your heart drops as his words cut through the air.

“we've got a bigger problem. guess who just strolled into town? our favorite sociopath, kai parker.”

a mix of dread and determination takes root within you, as the urgency of tracking down kai becomes clear. damon's question pulls you back to reality, and you respond resolutely. “of course, damon. we can't let him hurt anyone else.”

hours later, as the sun sets, you find yourself in an alleyway, shadows dancing in the dim light. your heart races as a figure emerges from the shadows, a haunting presence that resurrects memories and fears.

“i knew you'd come looking for me, eventually.”

your voice remains steady, though tinged with concern as you plead with him. “kai, we can't keep doing this. you need to stop this madness.”

a bitter smile plays on kai's lips as he speaks, bitterness and resignation mixing in his tone. “oh, so now you're here to save me? it's a bit too late for that.”

tears glisten in your eyes as you speak from your heart, the pain of the situation evident in every word.

“it's not too late, kai. you're stronger than this darkness. we can find a way back to who you were.”

his expression softens momentarily, but his words are heavy with conviction. “you don't get it, do you? i made my choice, and there's no going back. the darkness feels right now.”

your voice quivers with emotion as you bear your feelings, the desperation clear in your plea. “kai, please— i still love you. don't do this.”

his gaze holds yours, a mix of emotions flickering in his eyes. “you don't understand. this power— it's addictive. i've embraced it fully. and i can't go back to the way things were.”

his departure leaves you standing alone in the alley, a whirlwind of emotions enveloping you. the weight of his decision sinks in, a reminder that love, as powerful as it may be, cannot always mend what's been broken. the haunting echo of his final words lingers in the air, a testament to the irreparable divide that now stands between you.

the days following the harrowing encounter with kai seemed to drag on, each moment heavy with an unspoken tension. the memory of his malevolent actions casted a shadow over everything, and you found yourself haunted by the what-ifs that lingered in the corners of your mind. your concern for bonnie's recovery deepened, her slow healing process a testament to the severity of the attack.

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the room was bathed in the warm glow of flickering candlelight, you sat at bonnie's bedside. her face was pale and still, a stark contrast to the lively spirit you knew her to be. the room was filled with a sense of quietude, the only sounds being the rhythmic cadence of her breathing and the distant hum of the city beyond.

when she saw you by her side, a soft smile graced her face as she spoke, voice barely above a whisper. “you don't have to keep watch all the time, you know.”

you returned her smile, your hand laying on top of hers as your gaze softened. “i can't help it. i need to know you're okay, bonnie.”

she trembled under your touch, stopping only when you began to soothe her anxiety, rubbing circles into her skin. “you've always been the protective one, kai never deserved to have you.”

you could only chuckle softly, ignoring how the last words stung your heart. “someone has to be.”

as the days turned into weeks, a newfound camaraderie blossomed among your group. conversations blended seamlessly with laughter, a bittersweet reminder of the bonds that held you all together. yet, amidst the chaos, there was an undercurrent of melancholy. the reality that kai's actions have severed the final connection between you was a bitter pill to swallow, leaving you with a sense of emptiness that was hard to shake.

morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow across the room. the sound of a soft knock on the door roused you from your thoughts. opening it, you found klaus standing there, a tray of tea in his hands and a warm smile on his lips.

“i thought you'd might appreciate some tea.”

despite the surprised look on your face, you were grateful. for once, someone had thought of you. “thank you, klaus. you always seem to know what i need.”

you had invited him in to share the tea and conversation, knowing you wanted the company. there was a sense of ease in klaus's company. stories flowed freely, and you found solace in his presence.

he leaned back against the spot next to you, a comforting smile on his lips. “it's been quite the journey for you, hasn't it?” you sighed, tracing the patters on your tea cup as you met his gaze. “that's one way to put it. sometimes i can't believe everything that's happened.”

“life has a way of leading us down unexpected paths.”

a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city. the weight of klaus's words lingered, carrying a depth of meaning that wasn't lost on you. as the days turned into weeks, your connection with klaus grew stronger. shared glances became lingering gazes, and conversations stretched into the late hours of the night.

one evening, as you stood side by side on a balcony overlooking the city lights, there was an unspoken tension in the air. the breeze carried with it the scent of blooming flowers, and the distant murmur of the city below added to the ambiance.

klaus turned to look at you, towering over you as he played with the loose strands of your hair. "you've faced adversity with remarkable strength." it was a remarkable compliment, but you knew to give credit when it was due. “i've had good friends to support me.”

“perhaps you deserve more than just friendship.”

the weight of his words settled in the air, a question that carried with it a swirl of unspoken emotions. your heart fluttered, caught between the echoes of the past and the warmth of the present. as the night unfolded, you were faced with a choice that was both exhilarating and daunting: to hold onto the memories of the past or to embrace the uncharted territory of a future that slowly but surely began to take shape.

“actually,” you took a step closer to klaus, your path forwarding much like your life. “i wouldn't mind that at all.”

the balcony served as a stage for an unspoken dance, the tension between you and klaus growing palpable with each passing second. the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant hum of the city formed a gentle backdrop to the moment hanging in the air.

klaus's gaze held yours, a mixture of surprise and something deeper. the air seemed to still around you, as if time itself was holding its breath, waiting for his response. “is that so?” he asked, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

you nodded, your heartbeat audible in the quiet. "yes. life is too short to deny what we feel, don't you think?" klaus took a step closer, his presence enveloping you in a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. his eyes, usually full of mystery, held a raw sincerity that left you breathless.

“you're right,” he said softly, his voice carrying like a caress. “and what i feel, in this moment, is a connection that's been growing stronger with each passing day.”

the distance between you shortened until you were standing so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. it was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you in this suspended moment. “klaus,” you whispered, your voice a fragile thread, “i've been through so much, and there's a part of me that's afraid to let someone in again.”

his fingers brushed against yours, a touch that ignited a spark within you. the weight of your shared pasts, the pain you'd both endured, hung between you, creating a bridge that spanned the gap between your worlds.

“believe me, i understand that fear,” klaus said, his voice gentle, his touch tender. “but sometimes, it's in the face of fear that we find the strength to heal.”

you met his gaze, your heart laid bare in your eyes. “maybe it's time to let go of the past and take a chance on the present.”

klaus's hand cupped your cheek, his touch both tender and electric. in his eyes, you saw a reflection of your own uncertainty mingled with hope, a mirror to your soul. “then let this be a new beginning,” he said softly.

and in that moment, beneath the starlit sky and the promise of an unknown future, you realized that sometimes, even the slowest of burns could ignite into the most passionate flames. as klaus leaned in, his lips met yours in a kiss that held the weight of possibility. it was a reminder that in the midst of darkness, love had the power to illuminate the path ahead.

in the days that followed, your connection with klaus grew stronger, the bond between you slowly but steadily deepening. as the warmth of spring unfurled, you found yourself drawn to a place that held memories both cherished and painful—the meadow where you and kai had spent countless youthful days.

the meadow, bathed in golden sunlight and vibrant with the colors of blooming flowers, seemed to whisper of the past. you stood there, a mixture of nostalgia and trepidation coursing through you, your gaze lost in the swaying grasses.

“beautiful, isn't it?” kai's voice broke the stillness, and you turned to find him standing there, an unexpected and unwelcome presence. you nodded, a wistful smile on your face. “yes, it is. this place holds so many memories.”

his eyes met yours, a haunting familiarity in the depths of his gaze. “good ones, i hope?”

“mostly.”

as you stood there, the past seemed to meld with the present, creating a tapestry of emotions that left you both longing and contemplative. but the tranquility was fleeting. a distant rustling of leaves caught your attention, and your heart clenched as kai's words shattered the peace.

“i'm getting married, kai,” you paused. “to klaus.”

for a moment, his composure faltered, and vulnerability flickered across his features—a glimpse into the boy you had once loved. but the vulnerability was fleeting, replaced by a storm of rage that seemed to swirl around him like a tempest. in an instant, his vulnerability was eclipsed by a blazing fire, his anger consuming any trace of the boy you had known.

“you've moved on so easily, haven't you? found a new plaything to protect you from the darkness?” his voice was low, tone cold and unsteady.

you turned to face him, gentle eyes meeting his unrecognizable ones. “this isn't about playthings or protection. it's about finding something real, something that gives me hope.”

kai's fury crackled in the air, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate with intensity. and then, without another word, he turned and left, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions and memories.

as you watched him go, the weight of the encounter settled heavily upon you. the meadow, once a place of innocence and laughter, had transformed into a battleground of emotions. and as you turned away, the ache in your heart mirrored the pain you knew kai had felt when he had walked away from you, choosing darkness over light.

months later, on what should have been the happiest day of your life, you stood before your friends and loved ones, an ethereal vision in your flowing gown as you prepared to marry klaus. the air was thick with anticipation and joy, the atmosphere charged with the promise of new beginnings.

amidst the sea of faces, klaus stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of adoration and awe. the warmth of his gaze was a balm for your nerves, soothing the flutter in your chest. your heart raced as you took each step towards him, the delicate fabric of your dress whispering against the ground.

but just as the ceremony reached its climax, a sudden chill descended upon the scene. gasps rippled through the crowd as kai materialized, his presence dark and foreboding. time seemed to slow, the world holding its breath as if in anticipation of the storm that was about to be unleashed.

“i object.”

your heart skipped a beat, a mixture of shock and fear coursing through your veins. this was not how it was supposed to happen—your wedding day was meant to be a celebration, a culmination of your journey with klaus. but kai's presence shattered the tranquility, reminding you of the darkness that had once been a part of your life. while you spoke, your voice was steady. “this is no longer your concern, kai.”

he had a twisted smile on his face, masking the rage that had been bubbling within him for months. his hands trembled, the fury burning a hole in his heart. “you gave up on us, (y/n),” he practically yelled at you, his tone icy cold. “you chose him over me.”

you felt klaus tense up, his presence now by your side. you clutched the boquet, eyes scanning your friends amidst the crowd—all worried, shocked and protective faces. you stood your ground, despite the fear that was swarming you.

“you chose this path, kai,” this time, your tone was more gentle, more steady. “i don't love you anymore.”

his gaze bore into yours, an unsettling mix of hurt and rage. and then, as if the darkness within him surged to the surface, kai's expression twisted into something monstrous. in the blink of an eye, chaos erupted. power surged through kai's veins, and before anyone could react, a blast of energy struck you. pain seared through your body as you crumpled to the ground, the world around you spinning into darkness.

the cries of your friends and loved ones faded into a distant echo as you gasped for air, the sensation of your life slipping away both terrifying and surreal. the warmth of klaus's arms, once a source of comfort, was replaced by an icy void. each breath became a struggle, a desperate fight to hold onto the fleeting fragments of consciousness.

in the midst of the agony, memories danced before your eyes—moments of laughter, stolen kisses, and the promise of a future intertwined with klaus's. the love you had found and the happiness you had dared to grasp felt like fragile dreams slipping through your fingers. as the world faded around you, you clung to the memory of klaus's eyes, the depth of his love etched into your heart. and in those final moments, as darkness closed in, you whispered his name, a plea that carried the weight of all the love you had held for him.

the echoes of your voice were swallowed by the void as everything turned to black, leaving behind a scene of devastation and heartbreak. the wedding that was meant to be a symbol of love and unity had become a tragic tableau of loss and despair, a reminder that even amidst the brightest moments, darkness could still find a way to engulf everything.

“if i can't have you, no one can.”

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[yanderecandystore]

Hello! If it's not too much of a hassle.

May I please request, Alexandra?

Scenario: Reader (AMAB) is poor and forced to marry Alexandra. But unfortunately for Alexandra, Darling is more interested in their daughter than in her (not incest btw!!) As the years go by.

Lmao I can see it happening X'D

TW/Tags: Somewhat fluff, somewhat goofy, somewhat weird? // mentions of past bullying // silly goofs sort of headcanon // questionable marriage/relationship with Alexandra // People ignoring the victim's side of the story // Reader has a lot of conflicted feelings about his situation // low-key happy ending unlocked?

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Oh no, please don't spoil this child, her mother is already very spoiled, sir. [Yandere!Bully!OC x Male!Reader - Headcanons]:

→ Alexandra Coldwell:

I don't think much would happen to be honest, although it is interesting that you got in this situation in the first place. Being forced to marry your rich bully sounds like an absolute nightmare, and it could be considering it's Alexandra we're talking about!

Ah, but who isn't to say that this was all a carefully laid out plan to get you to be with her anyway? I mean it doesn't sound so ridiculous if you think about it.

I don't think she would've been able to orchestrate EVERYTHING, but imagine this- You two met in high school and she hasn't stop being a menace to you even during college, but since your family was always in a tight situation financially she knew how to play her cards right to convince your parents that she was your "high school sweetheart", and that she was the perfect choice for you!

She is a beautiful model after all, she comes from old money- And she has that added benefit of having been in your life for a while now (for the better or for worse… mostly worse). How could your parents NOT fall for her charm??

Which by the way, they never understand why you never showed her to them before, it doesn't matter if you told them the truth before or not, right now they were absolutely sold on her as the perfect candidate for you.

There was an awkward dating phase at first, she would treat you a lot better than she did in her high school years but you still couldn't help but see her as a bit of a menace to your otherwise calm life.

It took you a while to notice why she would treat you the way she did, how she didn't actually mean it… Of course you weren't one to easily forgive and forget, but you did give her a chance to improve herself, despite the odds being against you, you stood your ground and never gave her the chance to put you down again.

The dating part felt a little rushed in your opinion, but nothing could be done about it considering your marriage was planned a lot earlier than you ever could have expected- And I'm not talking about your parents who really needed you to get that financial security, I'm talking about Alexandra.

Your new wife was still creepy… Not scary and overly domineering as you expected her to be in private but still somewhat creepy.

And somehow you grew to accept that! It seemed to get better with each passing year, or maybe you just didn't really care about her obsessive weirdness towards you… Sometimes, it was a bit endearing!

Or maybe you're crazy too, who knows!

Ah, but your daughter, a sweet little girl that thanks to some miracle was not as bratty as her mother! A bit of a daddy's girl, and just a tiny hint of a troublemaker- But that's basically any child.

I would beg you to not spoil her too much as You Know Who is her mother, but I assume you would still do it anyway, wouldn't you?

Your relationship with Alexandra was always a bit odd, and hard to explain. You weren't unhappy, not at all! You had a really good life now, and it wasn't just because of the money.

You've built a really nice family with Alex, even if it's just you three… But sometimes you're not sure if you really love Alexandra all that much…

Well, you grew to like her! But sometimes you feel like you shouldn't so easily forget her past interactions with you, and even though it might seem perfect to be next to someone like her (rich and beautiful), you're very much aware of the ways she could easily ruin someone's life if they got too close to you. The person who slept next to you every night was also the one who would lock you in empty school lockers, and is the same person who would also use her money to ruin someone else's life for even looking at you wrong…

And it's also the same person who smiles everyday as if everyday was sunny to her, who is a good mother overall and great wife despite her unhealthy tendencies, who is always apologizing late at night about her past mistakes even if you didn't bring it up yourself.

You clearly loved your daughter a lot, and after having the displeasure of meeting your mother-in-law you REALLY didn't want your daughter to end up like them (I named her Yasmin but it can be whatever you want-).

It's not just that you really love your daughter with all your heart- She is the reason you feel glad that this marriage happened in the first place- But you're also worried that if you are not around, Yasmin will turn into her mother or worse yet, her grandma, ugh.

You were thankful that she didn't come to visit you three much, if at all. You didn't know why exactly, but something told you Evelyn wouldn't be a good influence on your daughter. She never treated you badly, but you sure knew she didn't treat Alexandra well.

Spoiling wasn't the same as parenting. Nor was whatever that witch did.

In Alexandra's point of view, she recognizes that you seem very distant to her in general, but from her perspective you seem to be slowly getting more comfortable around her- Even if you don't notice!

It can be a bit frustrating that you never give her the same amount of attention you give Yasmin, but she doesn't mind all that much… It's really cute to see how much you care about your family, it's all that she could ever dream off!

Nice try in trying to make her mad, yeah, she gets a little petty sometimes but she isn't the same person anymore, whatever you did during all these years somehow motivated her to become a better person for the sake of you and for the sake of your daughter.

Alex isn't completely unaware of your disinterest, the fact that even after all this time you still feel conflict hurts her but it makes a lot of sense.

But since you're married to her, she would still like to think she has a chance to win your heart, if you would like that or not is up to you or course.

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[amaiaqt]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤthe day my love was bornㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou know what day it is ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcyno !

being the general mahamatra, time was scarce to cyno.

so scarce in fact, that he treasured every second he had in your presence. it was his birthday, and he was given the free leave for the day, and at the opportunity of rest and relaxation with you, even for just a day, well who was he to reject it ?

he treasures these simple, sweet moments. the sun has just risen, it's rays illuminating the homey bedroom in a warm, lucent light. the sheets are still warm, almost perfectly contrasting the cold breeze that blew through the slightly opened window by the bed. but what made it even more precious ? you in his arms, your face comfortably nuzzled against his chest, your soft breathes tickling his skin.

he treasured these moments the most, these moments with you. because his schedule wasn't generous, minutes with you were so fleeting that it frustrated him almost daily.

so if you were to ask him what he wanted to do to celebrate today, you shouldn't expect more than something along the lines of 'spend it with you.', to others it would've been corny, or just the general wanting a days rest and wording it romantically for you.

but to him, really, it was genuinely all he wanted. every hour, every minute, every second that he's out on patrols, dealing with eremites that acted out of line, clearing out enemy camps, fulfilling his duties as a publicly known menace of a general, he wishes he could just spend with you. all the time that he spends—no, wastes on his duties, he wishes he could've spent it with you.

because really, would he be greedy to ask ? would it be too much to ask ? to spend all day, even just today, with you. no matter how, really. constantly following behind you as you do your business around the house like you usually do, walking with you hand-in-hand while you go shopping, or even just having his pinky intertwined with yours while you finish paperwork as he sits beside you. please, any sort of time with you, he swears it's not too much to ask, right ?

that's all he'd ask for, that's all he'd wish for if you tell him to blow out the candle and make a wish. really, that's all he wants today.

your hand lazily reaching to cup his face cut his train of thought, and his rufous eyes met with yours. "what were you thinking about ?" you asked curiously, your thumb softly caressing his cheek. cyno smiled, his own hand cupping the one you had on his cheek, "today, i was thinking about today." he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, "do you know what today is ?" you hum, almost contemplating the question. "the day my love was born !" you chirped, but, cyno didn't exactly get what you meant, as evident when his eyebrows furrowed while he blinked slowly. you rolled your eyes, now cupping his face with both hands,

"you're my love silly !" and at that, it finally clicked to cyno. "ahh.." you laughed at him, gingerly peppering kisses to his face as you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. "i get it." he chuckled, shifting to have you lay comfortably on top of him, "i was almost worried you wouldn't." you joked, melting into your boyfriend's touch as his hand massages circles into your back. "i almost didn't, you're so poetic, sometimes i can't keep up." "i mean, my words are what charmed you, weren't they ?" he hummed in response —

of course, he'd never forget. your peers would cover their ears at any given moment that you two had a conversation, because whenever he'd sneak in an obnoxious pun, you'd retort with an unconnected poetic one-liner. it was back and forth whenever you two would start, archons get a room or get out of the room, please.

"you seem lost in thought today," you pause, waiting for cyno's eyes to meet yours again before continuing, "is something on your mind ?" you asked, now drawing spirals on his chest with a finger. "i was just.." cyno looks at you, admiring you as you looked up at him through your lashes, but he blinks a couple of times to urge himself to finish. "i was reminiscing, nothing important, promise." he smiles at you, now wrapping both arms around your waist as you stayed on top of him.

having you close like this, your warmth, your scent, your presence, if eternity were to grant him one wish, he'd describe this very moment detail by detail.

he closed his eyes longingly at the thought, opening them to admire you once again. he slowly sat up, shifting so you were comfortable in his lap. "love, can i make a request ?" you perk up, "it's your birthday, so, of course ! anything you want for today will be all yours." you reassure, waiting patiently for him to speak.

"then, can we just, spend the day together ? every second, together." he hides his face in the crook of your neck as his arms wrapped around you tighter. "i mean, that's all you want ? really ?" you questioned, but you weren't exactly complaining about his request. "yes, really. that's all i wish for today." he even nodded, looking up at you with those pleading eyes that only you can ever see on the face of the mighty general mahamatra.

"of course, of course, i'd love to make your wish come true."

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#im so pathetic for him rn #♡𝅼 ་ ׅ : babe wake up amai posted ！ #꒰ㅤdelulu publishing houseㅤ꒱ #amaiaqt #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #cyno x reader #cyno fluff #cyno brainrot is brainrotting #genshin fluff

[ulircursed]

♡ ok but I'm actually genuinely curious as to what Andrei himself would think of how his situation would change in this situation KSHDKDB

from this picrew!

a new child in jugdral-verse? yup, but hold tight, this au is my wildest one yet. there's another child too, but i'll talk about the other kid when it comes up

cw for rape

unlike the other jugdral asks where i just went crazy on my own, a few sensitive details were discussed a little with erica bc of the topic at hand. so deirdre and andrei have a precanon thread currently going on, where the two of them meet and have a meal and it's their first time hanging out just the two of them. in it, deirdre thanks andrei for, and i quote, 'dealing with one of the men who killed [her] father'. that's ring! andrei freaks out internally, of course, though he is able to salvage the situation to an extent

now, what if that meeting went well enough (in deirdre's mind) that they had more meetings? andrei is on one hand extremely uncomfortable with her, but on the other hand, this is exactly what he wants!! think about what it does for yngvi's reputation if the duke has a direct and personal friendship with the princess and future queen of grannvale!!! this is excellent and great and he cannot possibly refuse this. so he agrees to every single meeting, and talks to her, and they form some sort of friendship thing. at this point andrei's mental health is a mere thread away from utterly insane by the way. surely this will end well, right?

(oh yeah, at this point, andrei does already marry antares and have scipio. scipio is not involved in this mess and is the exact same as he is in canon)

it all comes to a head at one meeting, where deirdre confesses to him that she is ready to have children with lord arvis. she thinks she's ready, finally, thanks to the support and friendship of those around her, including andrei! she mentions something about ring again, and andrei snaps. i've mentioned it before, but andrei resents arvis for (as far as he knows) heading the conspiracy plot, because without it none of this would've had to happen. and so, upon hearing that arvis is about to get what he wants with the woman he loves, andrei forces himself upon deirdre

he comes to his senses after the deed is done, and apologizes profusely, begging her for his life essentially. he says that he will die if word of this ever gets out, and deirdre agrees to keep it a secret. and she does! until. she gets pregnant. i won't go into detail about when/whether she and arvis would've consummated their marriage at this point, but as erica points out, deirdre is not good at hiding her emotions and will eventually tell arvis about it as soon as he asks, so even if being pregnant was potentially expected, the secret would've gotten out at some point during the pregnancy

for his crimes, andrei is publicly executed and yngvi falls into disgrace. antares, already not a noble (this is purely my hc but andrei married a non-noble claiming to have minor ullr blood to have scipio), gets kicked out of yngvi along with scipio, and they go live their non-noble lives somewhere else

anyway, deirdre is pregnant! with twins! manfroy is kinda frustrated, bc he wanted her to have kids with arvis, dammit. but she's of course gonna keep the babies, so they are born. julia is still julia, just with major naga and minor ullr instead of fjalar blood. but her older brother, get this—

name: julio

gender: male (he/him)

class: prince > master knight minus bows and sword

minor ullr, minor loptous

tiptoes around his 'father', whom he's aware isn't really his father. has developed some chronic people-pleaser tendencies because on some level, he feels like his and his sister's existence broke something in this household and that he's not meant to exist. good at charming the staff! very polite for a noble scion

protective of his sister, mostly because of the above reason. the twins grow up really close! julia is the only one that julio feels he can show his true feelings around

they stay in the velthomer household as part of the family upon deirdre's insistence, which isn't terrible because they get a loving mother growing up, but also isn't great because they have to interact with arvis. arvis isn't abusive or anything, but everything about these kids brings back his trauma re: victor so his mental health is just not great in general. they try to avoid each other wherever possible

he's set up to become the duke of yngvi, or whatever that territory is gonna be called if that whole house ends up being dissolved. he works really hard in his youth, but doesn't pick up the bow because he can sense that his 'father' is really really not ok with that. forgoes the sword too, while he's at it, because his 'father' doesn't seem too pleased with that either. he knows how to fence and stuff, but not horseback sword usage. he learns magic though, magic is a-ok in this household

deirdre isn't blamed for this incident, because andrei was the one who initiated the whole thing, and the twins are... yeah, they're bastards, but they're the blood of the legitimate royal family, so it's not like they can be killed or anything. anyway, at this point, sigurd gets to belhalla and arvis cooks him twice as hard as in canon because at this point he's pissed off at anyone who's ever had kids with deirdre, but it's not like anyone can tell because no one knows how hard he cooked sigurd in canon so they just think wow his meteor spell is that strong

manfroy urges them to try again, and tbh azmur wants fully legitimate grandkids too, so according to erica, they do! because deirdre loves arvis and everything. but you know, holy blood weirdness and all that, their kid (let's call him julius) is born with fjalar blood and naga blood but not loptous blood. manfroy, extremely frustrated now, tells them to try AGAIN, and this time, uh, deirdre dies in childbirth and the child doesn't survive. listen, this is kid #5 ok i don't think health care was that good at that time. as an extra screw u to manfroy, maybe this kid would've had major loptous had they survived. but they didn't

manfroy's plans fail! julio becomes the new duke of yngvi and arvis just tries to avoid looking at him. julia is married off to one of the neighboring countries (i had to google what happened to illegitimate children of nobility/royalty and the answers were... this basically). julius becomes duke of velthomer and the heir to the throne. seliph can come in and fix some things about this, but loptous isn't one of his problems for once. everyone is either happy or dead! if julio ends up fighting febail, he will die to febail and his cousin will become the new duke of yngvi, but he doesn't have special dialogue with any of them because who tf are these people. the end.

bonus: thank u to erica for suggesting this route btw

#the number of things i had to research to make this au kldfjalkf #over the course of the past four jugdral asks i feel like i revisited the entire gen i storyline #i also looked up illegitimate children of royalty but i had to tweak this bc most of the examples talked about guys having kids #fankids #nagaficat #➵ letting go (meme answers)

[bluemusickid]

Trophy Husband Lloyd/Sugar Baby Lloyd. My brain conjured this up on a whim. And now, I shall bother y'all with it too.

Warnings// smut, slight mommy kink, Dom-sub dynamics, orgasm denial, marking this slight dubcon, just to be safe, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy, kids), mentions of injury, 18+, MINORS DNI.

Lloyd was bored. A life always on the run had been hell. Literal hell. Weird safehouses, weird people. But then he met you, rich heiress with daddy's unlimited account. You were partying with your girlfriends, and goddamn were you sexy. You'd just opened the most expensive bottle of champagne, half of it falling on the floor. The other half? Well you were busy licking it off your friends' breasts.

Lloyd knew what he needed to do. Seducing you wouldn't be tough, you were just another rich bored naïve little girl who was spending more than she was saving. No more safehouses, no more shitty food.

He charmed you in a way only Lloyd could. At first you were bemused, the weird moustache dude hitting on you was taking away precious girl time. But then you saw something in him, something deeper and darker; but it could be harnessed. And what perfect timing: you just happened to need a new boytoy.

So you entertained his attempts at hitting on you, clearly zeroing in on the fact that you were rich. You were kinda bored with him, to be frank, and were going to leave, but then he trapped you against the walls of the club, promising you a good time. He was right, you thought, as he fucked you in the club bathroom, his thick cock hitting spots you'd only read of in books. As you clenched around him, you knew what you had to do.

And so you kept him around.

The first month was what heaven probably was like. Both of you fucked like rabbits, going at it every chance you got. He would sometimes fuck you to sleep, wake you up in the middle of the night for a quickie and then some early morning oral. Heck, by the time the month had passed, there wasn't an inch of the house you hadn't fucked on. Lloyd made sure he kept you stuffed to the brim, no matter how busy you were. One time, he pulled you to the floor and fucked you into it as you were on an important conference call with your investor. The second the call was over, you rode him into oblivion, not letting him touch you and feel you as punishment. He'd sulked at first, but then forgave you when he saw the brand new sports car he saw outside the house.

The power dynamic in your relationship was very perplexing. Lloyd enjoyed all the lavish gifts, but he enjoyed having power more. Many a times, you would find yourself pinned to the ground, your hands held down by his, or under him. Even when you rode him, he would dictate the pace by bracing your hips. Or he would even try and take decisions on your behalf, not caring if you approved of them or not.

That needed to change. He needed to know that you were the boss, his boss. Thankfully that day came sooner than expected.

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He was being more of a brat than normal; getting cranky, answering back. Normally, you would've found it cute. But today, it got on your nerves. He needed to be made aware of who he was dealing with.

After breakfast, you left for work and Lloyd lounged around the house, lazily whiling away time. After a long bath, he walked into the room, surprised to see a well tailored three-piece suit, with a velvet jacket. You'd even gotten you a gold Rolex. Lloyd smirked. He'd gotten you wrapped around his little finger, eating out of his hand. He would never have to work another day.

As evening approached, Lloyd got ready, taking extra care to oil his moustache. You seemed to love the damn thing and he would be a fool to get rid of it anytime soon. He spritzed on some perfume you gave him, pocketing an extra box of condoms; the insatiable temptress that you were. The thought of you in a dress got him hard already, as he palmed himself through his pants.

As he sat in the Limousine, he briefly wondered his next steps. Obviously, he would have to propose to you. No way would he let the well run dry, now that he got a taste of the opulence; the pomp and glamour. He needed you for his lust, but he needed your money more. And by God, would he get the best of both worlds.

His thoughts were interrupted by the limo pulling to a stop outside a grand mansion; even bigger than the one you lived in currently. The large structure was a sparkling example of Greco-Roman architecture, complete with a beautiful front lawn and greenery surrounding the whole estate. Lloyd gaped, taking in the sight; his eyes drinking it all in. All this money needed to be his. He would need to act fast though, he thought as he smiled crookedly, spotting you on the threshold.

You were the very vision of beauty, dressed perfectly and well-groomed, as always; down to your nails. The black velvet gown you wore accentuated your gorgeous curvaceous body, the slit leaving little to imagination. Lloyd could already see himself fucking you into the wall, the glorious gown bunched around your hips as he feasted on your gorgeous globes. It was strange to him; normally he would be planning millions of things, but around you, his primal self kicked in, and all he wanted to do is be inside you, all the time.

You held out your hand to him, leading him into the house with a secret smile. The irony wasn't lost on you. And very soon, this would be the status quo.

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You watched as he gorged on the delicious meal. You knew that he had no real feelings for you, and honestly, neither did you. He was a good fuck, who needed to be shown that he was just your little boy toy for the moment being.

Leading him into your bedroom, you sit him down on the bed. Running your fingers through his hair, you slowly massaged his temples, taking in his groan of contentment; your fingers slowly caressing his cheeks, his plump lips. That moustache used to annoy you, but now? You'd grown to like it.

"So my baby was being a little fussy these few days, huh?" You murmured, your hands making their way to his beautiful neck.

"Hey, i'm a not a baby-" he began indignantly.

"Shhhhh. Just answer my question, baby."

Lloyd gulped, his mouth thinning in anger.

"...Yes."

Running your thumb over his pillowy enticing lips, you pushed it into his warm mouth, urging him to fellate it. You could see him toy with the idea as he slowly ran his tongue over your finger, the sensations making a beeline straight to your core. You sincerely hoped you didn't lose this fight, because whenever you were around this man, you seemed to stop thinking clearly.

"Enough." You rasped.

Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, you slowly unbuttoned his vest, your mouth watering as saw the black dress shirt clinging to his muscular body.

"The thing is, I don't like when people get fussy. Makes me a little...mad. And you wouldn't like to see me mad, would you, sunshine?"

Lloyd eyed you warily, slowly shaking his head. All the bravado that he seemed to have had evaporated as he saw your flashing eyes, and your uncharacteristic calm demeanour. He couldn't even string a few words together.

"Good boy. My good lil' baby." Running your hands over his torso, you grabbed the shirt he was wearing, ripping the damn thing apart; the sheer lust coursing through your veins giving you the energy you needed.

"You trust me, right?"

He nodded as his breathing turned shallow.

"Words, sunshine. I need you to use your words."

"...Yes." he murmured.

You ran your fingernails over his nipples, not hard enough to draw blood, but just enough to send a message. He gasped, alarmed at the action more than the feeling.

"The magic word is ma'am, sunshine."

"..y..yes, ma'am."

"You're such a good boy, sunshine. Such a quick learner. I'm glad I kept you around. We're gonna have a lotta fun together." You grinned at him, grazing his nipple with your teeth, before sucking on it voraciously, laving it with your hot tongue. He groaned, moving his hands to your hips, pulling you closer.

Pushing his hands off, you held his face between your fingers, causing his lips to purse up. He looked up, his eyes registering a mix of lust and fear; stoking your already charged-up self.

"Now, now, sunshine. You know what you have to do. You can't touch me without my permission. Are we clear?"

"...yes...ma'am." He added on, hesitantly.

Your mouth pulled into a small, lazy smile. Time for phase two.

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Lloyd didn't know how he'd ended up in this place. He was feared, by everyone. He was a ruthless man, for crying out loud. Even the most notorious men/killers would shake at the thought of him. Yet here he was, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, eating you out for all he was worth as you fucked him with your mouth. He stopped, to catch his breath, gasping as you pulled your mouth off him, panting.

"You stop, I stop, sunshine. And I know you're close. Do you want to come, baby? Do you want to come in my mouth?"

His strained yes turned you on like nothing else, the slick from your core now running down your thighs. He lapped it all up, his tongue running over your lips, swirling over your engorged nub. His moustache tickled your clit, this particular action making you groan on his member, the vibrations causing him to let out a moan.

You could feel him pulsating, ready to come on your face. You pulled away, suddenly turning around. His cry of alarm was silenced by your lips as you swallowed it, your tongue caressing his as your lips moved against each other, not willing to pull away anytime soon.

Breaking the kiss, you moved down, your core sliding over his chiselled abs. Panting, you slowly rubbed yourself on him, your slick rubbing onto him, covering his torso in the process. You begin grinding on his abs, the muscles rubbing against your clit, sending little shockwaves through your body.

Opening your eyes, you saw him squirm. You decided to let him out of his misery. But not without a little fun first, you smiled, as you thought to yourself.

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Lloyd groaned as he felt your silky walls around him, your warm, wet heat enveloping him in a way that could only be described as heavenly. You moved over him, slowly, at first; his thick cock hitting all your spots, making you feel fuller than you ever had before. You began to move, really move, your hips slapping obscenely against his thighs. He moaned as he felt your walls tighten around him, your speed increasing with every passing moment. He felt his climax setting on, his balls beginning to tighten. You seemed to notice too, as you pulled off him, your silky heat leaving him as quickly as it you had started.

"Awww, does my sunshine want to come? Not yet, baby. Not yet."

You gave him a few moments to calm down, before retaking your position, moaning as you sunk down on him, his thick cock making you see stars. You rotated your hips, feeling him hit every point on your inner walls. Gasping, you continued your movements, holding yourself steady on his torso. Your breaths intermingled as you sped up your actions, bringing both of you to the brink once again.

Lloyd needed to come, desperately. But you weren't letting him, nor were there any signs of you letting up this fast. He groaned in frustration, feeling himself nearing his peak again.

"Please..." he muttered through gritted teeth.

"..wha...what was that, sunshine? Did you say something?" You panted, slowing down a bit.

Lloyd knew what you were trying to do. He knew that he was powerless at the moment. But his pride stopped him from speaking out the truth. So he stayed silent, which was the wrong move on his part.

You stopped and got up off him again, moving to take off his blindfold. He squinted in the harsh light, as he tried to regain his bearings. He saw you sitting on his torso, your legs spread eagled.

"Well, if you can't say it, then I guess I'll have to take care of myself then."

He saw your fingers move over your lips, slowly circling your clit. You moaned as you slipped a finger inside your aching channel, finally giving yourself some respite. You closed your eyes, speeding up, your mouth slack jawed.

Lloyd growled as he saw you pleasure yourself, the sight beyond erotic. He wanted nothing more than to hold you down and pound you senseless. His cock was throbbing, the tip red and leaking. He wanted to come; no, he needed to come. Right. Fucking. Now.

"I...I need..."

"Yes, sunshine?"

"I...need...to come..."

"Awww, poor baby. You know what you have to do."

Lloyd grimaced, slightly tugging on his restraints. He had his pride, sure, but now he needed to come. Badly. Or god knows what would happen to him.

"Beg for it, sunshine. Beg for me." You whispered, raspily; stroking him slowly.

"Please...ma'am. Please...let me...come." he gasped in hushed tones.

You grinned.

"Oh baby, with pleasure." You purred. And with that, you rode him, leaving no prisoners. His thick cock was hitting your spongy spot repeatedly. You wailed, your hips moving against him in a frenzy. It was a battle; a race, of who could let go first. And you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion faster than even he was.

You screamed as you fell over the precipice, leaving scratches along his torso. You could feel your walls tighten impossibly around him, swallowing him, as he reached his end exposively; shouting as his spend coated your walls, his hips moving of their own accord and shunting against yours as he emptied every drop into you.

You panted against his neck, leaving featherlight kisses along the column of his neck, as the both of you struggled to catch your breath. Lloyd felt like he was floating, he hadn't had an orgasm this intense ever. He felt his thighs shake a little, his brain beginning to work a bit again. Unlocking him, you rubbed his sore wrists, leavimg soft kisses along the marks left behind. Running your fingers through his hair, you softly kissed his lips, lightly massaging his head as you whispered words of praise in his ears, caresses and touches punctuating your every word.

That night, as you cuddled him while you drifted off to sleep, he realised two things. One, you were not meant to be taken lightly. And two, he was truly fucked.

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[flockrest]

spell out your url using song titles / then, tag as many people as there are letters in your url!

tagged by: @quillheel ( thanks bunches!! ♡ ) tagging: some of you have pretty long urls and i don't want to be annoying sldfkjd so whoever wants to do this! go for it, nab it from me!!

this was super fun to figure out! both as someone who runs a mumu and as someone who primarily listens to soundtracks and scores :'D i've included my thoughts on how the songs i ended up choosing would vibe with the blog since i don't have the luxury of highlighting lyrics, either through a specific muse-centric lens or just as a general thematic thing! i do cheat with some letters but. i think my input makes up for it. probably aslfkjsd

F. fire emblem main theme, as featured in the sounds from fire emblem Ø: horse and rider as one album. it's an understated rendition compared to the original, but i think that works in its favour because oh man. the way hope feels here...like. the way it's delivered? it's so sincere, it sounds like a hope built from the ground up! if i had to put a taste to this, it would be sweet! listen to how earnest that acoustic guitar sounds against the more grounded piano — i genuinely love this piece and do listen to it occasionally when writing!

L. ( the ) legendary hero, as featured in the legend of zelda: the wind waker. please just roll with the fact that i wanted to put a ww mention in here so badly that i stretched this far for it. "but ray, you've got—" shhh, that letter's reserved for another song. this track has nothing to do with the rito specifically, but it's very good storytelling music and is literally the bgm for narrative exposition slfkjdlf the kids would've been listening to Songs like this in their early childhood for sure :)

O. once there were dragons, as featured in how to train your dragon: the hidden world. i have many qualms with this movie, but damn if i don't have nothing but praise for its soundtrack. this one in particular recounts an entire story on its own, no explicit exposition needed even to the untrained ear. it's the telling of a legend in music motion, as the above track was, just in a different flavour! also it has test drive's, the flying theme of all time, leitmotif in there to cap it all off; i can't not endorse it on this blog!!

C. carlo's theme, as featured in guillermo del toro's pinocchio ( please appreciate the amount of self-restraint it took to not slot colgera's theme in here asflkjg ). the airy, fluttery sound texture at the beginning flowing into such a measured, charming melody...feels like a swell of love and longing at the same time! what i envision kido's theme would sound like, esp. in his botw era, if he had one.

K. kass' theme, as featured in the legend of zelda: breath of the wild. bonus extended cover. this was a no-brainer, if only because there aren't a lot of tracks i know that would vibe with this blog and start with "k" anyway sdflkd we love kass, all my homies love kass! also i only realised it this year, but there is a lovely little hint of rito village's theme in his own — it's way subtler than revali's homage, but it's sweet how kass' song basically starts the same way his home's does ♡

R. revali, ace archer and aviator, as featured in hyrule warriors: age of calamity. come on...you can't expect me to not fit in one of the blorbo's themes!! i'm so glad we got an extension of it in aoc...one that sounds so bombastically triumphant too? a fanfare compared to the more reflective piece in botw — which i do appreciate lots for how and what it adds to revali's narrative and character — but aoc's rendition is just. it sounds like him at his peak! and it speaks of such a definitively hopeful future for him...so what if i'm weak for a revali who gets to live, huh?? i love the tragedy of being doomed by the narrative as much as any other chump but so WHAT if i love the nobody dies-everyone lives route too!!

E. echoes, as featured in fire emblem echoes: shadows of valentia. the shortest piece on this list, but when i think or talk about dineli and his legacy, esp. regarding its presence in tulin's time, it's with these vibes. that sort of...emptiness, tinged with melancholy but also hope! no this was not the hardest letter for me to do, why do you ask

S. sea winds and travellers, as featured in the sounds from fire emblem Ø: go! go! summer tour album. aside from the perfect track name, the mellowness of this piece almost rivals that of rito village's theme itself?? how wonderful does this rendition sound! it's got a different harmonic colour to it, but the tones are so similar and convey that same feeling of warmth, wistfulness, and something like facing strife and pulling through anyway...it just feels like it'd be a good pick for the theme of, say, a migrating rito flock!

T. the apex of the world, as featured in fire emblem: three houses. see, i was going to cheat again and put tulin's theme or a tulin of rito village suite here, but oh man. this track! dineli vibes for his final battle!! what an evocative track name — the apex of the world, deep underground — and the major leitmotif sounds so charged with emotion; as i imagine the culmination of the imprisoning war would have been, no matter how lacklustre it seemed in canon retellings...okay, maybe this is more rauru-centric. but i'd love for people to listen to this anyway adlfkjls

#* roosting / ooc. #thanks again for tagging me captain!! <3 #i had fun! but i also had such a hard time choosing because there were some letters that had me wanting to put multiple songs down alsfjksd #i swear i don't have this much of an fe bias irl (lying) i just loooove the music slkfjlfd #* nesting / queue. #long post cw

[lovsagains]

"  ⎯⎯⎯⎯  and  here  i  thought  your  bodyguard  would  never  let  you  out  of  her  sight.  "  the  cigarette  that  he  shakes  out  of  the  pack  fumbles  into  his  palm.  he  takes  a  step  down,  tucking  the  pack  back  into  his  pocket  as  he  closes  the  distance  between  himself  and  (  @hiercphant  ).  he  turns  back  towards  the  door  he  walked  out  of,  half-expecting  lucy  zhou  to  appear  like  a  fury  of  hell  on  his  heels.  when  she  doesn't  make  herself  apparent,  he  airs  out  a  chuckle,  bringing  his  eyes  back  upon  miloš.  "  when  she  passed  by  me  earlier,  i  think  she  tried  testing  out  that  saying,  if  looks  could  kill.  " if  there'd  been  any  hope  in  the  phrase,  then  he  would've  been  buried  six  feet  under  by  now.  but  some  luck  manages  to  be  on  his  side,  after  all. he  brings  the  cigarette  to  his  mouth  but  doesn't  place  it  between  his  lips  yet.  instead,  he  .  .  .  looks.  lets  his  eyes  drift  down  miloš's  frame,  covered  in  a  well-tailored  suit.  the  scent  of  his  cologne,  the  brush  of  his  hair,  the  slight  twitch  of  his  pinky  finger. miloš  is  —  well,  always  has  been  —  a  sight.  a  beauty  that's  nearly  unmatched.  finn  feels  privileged  to  be  seeing  him  at  all  ⎯⎯  especially  given  how  scarce  the  other  has  made  himself  in  the  past  two  weeks.  he  wants  to  say  something  about  it.  wants  to  pry  open  his  mouth  —  tear  open  his  own  rib  cage,  if  it  would  make  him  bolder  —  and  ask  the  questions  that  have  haunted  him  all  these  days:  what  did  i  do  ?  where  did  i  mess  up  ?  are  you  tired  of  me,  too  ?  it  isn't  an  unfounded  assumption.  people  tire  of  finn  easily  ⎯⎯  he  makes  sure  that  they  do.  drawing  barriers  between  himself  and  others  is  a  sport  and  it's  one  that  he  excels  in. when  people  leave,  he  quietly  shuts  the  door  behind  him  and  bids  adieu  to  what  could've  been. miloš  is  harder  to  separate  himself  from.  if  only  because  finn  did  everything  he  could  to  keep  him.  he  can't  say  that  for  many  others. "  you,  "  he  starts  to  say  ⎯⎯  should  he  even  speak  at  all  ?  he's  never  been  good  at  it.  he  can  be  charming  when  he  wants  to  end  the  night  in  someone's  bed  and  he's  cruel  when  he  wants  to  be  alone.  now,  he  wants  neither  of  those  things.  not  with  miloš.  "  you  look  handsome,  "  he  settles  on  saying  ⎯⎯  the  truth.  "  you  are  far  too  pretty  for  this  crowd.  " he  finally  puts  the  cigarette  between  his  lips.  he  fishes  the  lighter  out  of  his  pocket  and  lets  the  flame  bring  life  to  nicotine.  he  inhales  and  exhales  smoke. "  are  you  having  a  good  time  ?  "  he  asks,  instead  of  how've  you  been  ?  he  doesn't  think  he  wants  to  know.  not  if  the  answer  is  better  without  you.

♡      ’      ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯      closed starter. outside of kitron, after dinner.

#daskalosevent01. #ఇ ・ tarek rhys / thread. #ఇ ・ pairing / tarek & miloš. #was literally shaking as i wrote this ... oh boy .. O OOH BOY