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klausysworld · 2 months

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Imagine Klaus with super shy reader who is just the cutest thing but doesn't really notice the attention she gets, so Klaus is always getting her stuff and spraying his cologne on it so other vampires know she is taken... 👀

Please and thank you👀

Possessive Nature

Y/n was a darling little thing.

She was quiet and timid girl, never wanted much involvement or to upset anybody.

That included Klaus.

It often confused him how someone as sweet as her could ever want to be associated with a monster like him, not that he would verbalise these thoughts. He enjoyed his time with her far too much to question it.

There was no doubt that she was genuine. Klaus could tell that she wouldn't be able to lie to him. She was too kind to ever mislead him or take advantage.

Which meant she was easy to trust, easily to let in.

Once he started opening up and being more honest with her, she became even more affectionate and caring towards him. Klaus found it utterly adorable how she acted as though he were glass that would break if she said or did anything to harshly to him. He had told her many times that she didn't have to be so careful around him.

Dozens of times he had teased the idea of them being more than friends, though she never quite seemed to catch on. Even when she would be snuggled up on his lap while watching a movie and his fingers slowly inched up her thighs until they slipped under her skirt and traced the edge of her panties. She would just shift a little bit and he would smirk to himself as he stroked the inside of her thighs gently.

He did this often and one day, he finally got the reaction he had desired.

His fingers had been subconsciously toying with the lace of her panties while his eyes watched the television before then when an addictive scent reached his nose. He wasn’t certain on what it was before he felt the undeniable heat that brushed against his knuckles. Klaus felt his eyes darken as he glanced down to see Y/n struggling to stay still, her soft cheeks had blushed pink and nervousness was evident across her confused face.

Klaus gently pressed his fingertip against her panties and an instant whimper left her sweet lips when she felt the pressure on her pussy.

He shushed her softly as he slowly rubbed her through the thin material. Y/n panted for breath at the unfamiliar feeling. Her body naturally moved with his hand to feel the friction that brought so much pleasure.

Their focus was completely lost from the movie as he tugged her panties to the side and caressed her clit tenderly. The way it pulsed against his touch had him all the more eager to help her reach the height of her pleasure.

Klaus was a thousand percent certain that Y/n had never been touched like this, her reaction made that clear with how she gasped for air, she was so unsure of what to do with her hands or her body and she came so quickly. Klaus continued to rub her slowly as her orgasm rippled through her. She was a trembling mess on his lap while he whispered to her that it was okay and that she did such a good job.

They snuggled back up after and he continued to comfort her with kind words of affirmation and affection while she calmed down and rest her head against his arm.

Y/n had been extra shy around him after that, and rather embarrassed but he had only chuckled when she tried to avoid him and pulled her back into his lap. “Oh come on sweetheart, you can’t get shy on me now” he murmured into her ear, sliding his hands to her thighs and delighting at the immediate scent of her arousal. She whimpered and he smiled, kissing her cheek before pecking her lips and chuckling at her dark blush. “You’re so lovely” he muttered softly as he cupped her face and guided her lips to his.

They never needed to verbalise or label their relationship, it was just known that they were together and that they belonged to each other.

Though not everyone seemed to respect that, Klaus had found.

A growl had bubbled in his throat when a man had bought Y/n a drink and was tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Klaus knew that wouldn’t understand the man’s intentions, it had taken months for her to understand his own but either way it pissed him off.

Y/n had been utterly confused when Klaus snapped at the man, shoving him away from his girl and threatening the guy for should he ever try to touch her again.

The hybrid had pulled Y/n back home and pressed himself all over her, scenting her much like a wolf would his mate. Y/n wasn’t sure why he was so upset or angry but she didn’t complain when he rubbed his scent into her, instead she just caressed the back of his neck and nuzzle closer.

Klaus discovered that other supernaturals would steer clear of Y/n if she smelt strongly of Klaus. The hybrid energy would roll off of her despite her being merely human and would put them on edge.

So he made sure that all her clothes were washed alongside his own clothes before spraying his cologne all over each item before giving it to her.

On the occasion that he knew she would be around other vampires or wolves, he would wear a tshirt for the first few hours of the day before having her wear it for the rest of the day.

Often, seeing her dressed in his shirt was more than enough to satisfy his possessive nature but sometimes if there were specific people that he knew had an attraction to her were to be around her then he would need to go that step further.

She’d be in his shirt, boxers and socks. Only wearing her own jeans after he had tried to hold his up around her waist by a belt but she had tripped over the excess length. Begrudgingly he agreed that perhaps she could wear her own, in the fashion of compromising though, he had her legs wrapped around his waist while he rubbed his body between them to ensure her legs smelt strongly of him. Only then could she go out.

As soon as she would get home he would be on top of her again, nipping at her neck and kissing her all over while his hands caressed the length of her body and he asked her about how it went.

She would tell him that she had missed him and that she needed him. Klaus would always warm at that and give her whatever she wanted.

In his eyes she deserved everything and she always would. He just had to make sure that nobody else would offer what he could.

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vinnellamadz · 3 months

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Everyone asked for both so I’m gonna do both :3, PLEASE I am not a talented writer or anything please excuse me if it’s not as good

Lucifer X reader Headcanons

- Before Lucifer met you, he was definitely an emotional wreck.

He spent all his time in his workshop, creating things as a coping mechanism.

But as soon as he locked eyes with you, it was like a light bulb in him switched on, and he was instantly hooked on you.

- Lucifer tried his best to woo and court you.

As if his last moments on earth depended on it, he would smother you in gifts, specifically custom-made ducks that he always made sure were made with love and perfection.

His desire for you was so intense that he devoted all his efforts to winning your heart and making you his.

It was as if all his sorrows and woes melted away the moment he saw you.

- There were times that Lucifer almost gave up.

As he feared that you didn't return his feelings, thoughts of failure and despair filled his mind.

However, when you finally accepted his advances, he was overwhelmed with joy.

So much so, that he jumped into your arms and held you tightly.

It was a moment of pure blissful happiness, and he knew that he never wanted to let go.

- Lucifer was so focused on wooing you that he forgot to tell his daughter about you.

He was so concerned about making things perfect that he did everything in his power to ensure that your meeting was as perfect as possible.

He was so worried that you might not like each other that he tried to prepare for every possible scenario.

Spoiler alert, you and Charlie loved each other

- While visiting Charlie’s Hotel, a certain red-haired male was stepping a little too close to you for Lucifer’s comfort.

Lucifer saw the male coming closer and closer and grew increasingly concerned.

He did not like the idea of someone else being close to you, especially Alastor

Lucifer felt jealous and protective, and he wanted to make sure that the male kept his distance.

Safe to say you spent the rest of the visit with lucifers arm around your waist.

- Lucifer loves to take you out on romantic dates.

He always finds the perfect places to take you, with the most delightful settings.

He takes you to intimate restaurants, candlelit dinners, and romantic walks on the best beach in hell.

He makes sure to plan everything to the smallest detail, so that you always feel special and pampered.

Lucifer wants to show you how much he cares and appreciates you, and he does it through romantic dates that are always perfect.

- While Lucifer does have his shortcomings, he will go as far as needed to prove to you just how much you are loved every day.

He is committed to making your life a series of surprises and magical moments, and he will always go the extra mile to ensure that you feel loved and cherished.

In the end, Lucifer may have his faults, but he will never let them interfere with making sure you feel special and appreciated every single day.

Adam X reader Headcanons

- Adam does not typically get into relationships, but when he does, he tends to exhibit similar behavior patterns. He engages in playful teasing and name-calling as a way to show affection toward his partner.

Although these antics can seem somewhat derogatory, Adam ensures that his partner never actually feels bad as a result. While he might playfully poke fun at his partner at times, he is also capable of being loving and supportive (barely).

- Adam is not a typical romantic, and he is not used to expressing these types of feelings. Even so, he tries his best to court you in his own way.

There are times when he may act a little awkward or mean, but beneath it all, he truly cares for you.

While he might stumble over his words or lack the grand gestures, Adam shows his feelings through small gifts and nicknames.

- Although you might not be showing any signs of affection, Adam would never give up on courting you. He is persistent and determined to win your heart.

Even if you were to continuously reject him, he would continue to pursue you. Adam feels deeply for you, and he is willing to go to great lengths to make you his own.

So, if you truly want him, Adam would never stop trying to win you over with his endearing charms.

- Once you finally surrendered to his charms, Adams ego grew even bigger.

As part of his big ego, he became extremely affectionate and public in his displays of affection. He wants everyone to see you as a couple, and he doesn't mind who's watching.

Adam wants everyone to know that you're his, and he is going to make sure everyone knows it.

- Adam is an incredibly possessive and insecure man (I wonder why 👀), and he dislikes seeing other men around you.

When a male approaches you, Adam quickly swoops in, giving the other man a dirty look and then proceeding to make out with you in front of him. With his dominant display of affection, he makes sure that the other man knows his place.

Then, he takes you by the hand and leads you away, anticipating the night that awaits you both.

- Adam is a romantic man, and he enjoys date nights with you. He loves to spend time sitting on his balcony with you, eating takeout, and engaging in fun gossip.

However, he also appreciates having nice dinners together, and he enjoys taking you to the hottest concerts in town.

He also likes to express his affection for you through singing, he cherishes your presence more than anything else.

- Even with his flaws and occasional mistakes, Adam is a decent lover overall.

He may be imperfect and stumble at times, but his genuine desire to make you happy is what matters most. Although he may make occasional jabs and tease you, it all boils down to his genuine care for you.

At the end of the day, your happiness is what Adam truly cares about more than anything else. Even through all the ups and downs of a relationship, he will always do what it takes to make you happy.

- Adams favourite movie is frozen.

IM SORRY IF THIS IS OOC ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING IN SO LONG

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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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Heyy, could i perhaps request some hc's with aventurine and nightmares? Seeing how his past was so rough, i can only imagine he has nightmares frequently, and i wonder what he would do if his s/o caught him having one. I also sometimes think; would he perhaps not initiate living together because of his nightmares, not wanting to show his fragility? Thank you, i love your writing!

yes, of course!! I would love to write this for you :) I definitely agree and as someone who also has nightmares almost every night, this was interesting to write :) as for not living together, quite possible. I definitely also feel like he would have some trouble and shame to let his partner witness such a "weak" or an "embarrassing" moment of his vulnerability :/ and thank you so much !! I am so glad to hear that, you are very kind :) <3

alexa play class of 2013 by mitski (or any mitski song tbh)

aventurine & nightmares, mentions of slight panic attack, written with gender neutral reader in mind, angst & fluff, spoilers (?)

dividers by @/cafekitsune :)

his nightmares used to be much more frequent before he met you. Now, he has them occasionally, but they are intense nonetheless. At first, he doesn't tell you about them in fear of looking weak or stupid for being still affected by everything regardless of gaining so much with you and on a personal level. Which is also why when he spends the night over, he makes sure for you to fall asleep first and he doesn't get much sleep himself, worried about possible nightmare occurring

eventually, as the topic of living together gets brought up, he is quite hesitant to make a move about it. You don't take it to heart, but he becomes even more worried that you might think it's something he doesn't desire, so he opens up slightly to you. He explains that he has nightmares from time to time that can be a bit hard to deal with and he doesn't want you to feel pressured into comforting him or responsible to take care of him in such moments

truth to be told, you knew and expected such thing. The way he lived was a life worse than a slave, stealing the light in his eyes for a good time before he looked at you. You reassure him that it would never be an issue and that the two of you are in this together, nor he could ever be perceived as weak by you in any shape or form which gives him some peace

so, the two of you finally move in together, enjoying all the things that couples usually do as they arrange their living space. The comfort and excitement of buying new things, decorating the space to fit both of your tastes really pushes back his fears and nightmares...for a while, that is

the first couple of times are a bit less intense nightmares, mostly accompanied by him twitching and shaking in his sleep from which he wakes up fairly quickly afterwards. Those usually don't wake you up, so he just leaves to get some fresh air, trying to contain himself and calm down in order to be able to sleep a bit more peacefully. Usually, he cuddles up closely behind you after those, the warmth and closeness of your body providing enough comfort for him to fall asleep again

however, the first time that a more intense nightmare occurs - it wakes you up. He mumbles and talks in his sleep, a bit louder as his body becomes quite shaky and tense. You can't quite catch everything, but you can make out that he talks about his mom, asking where is she, talking about an older sister - each question bringing more panic into his body. He finally wakes up with a chain of sharp gasps as his hand wraps around his throat, the nightmare reminding him of the heavy chains that once used to mark his neck

he gasps for air, fingers tracing to his tattoo as his eyes become wide in the aftermath of panic. You slowly settle next to him, gently making him aware of your presence as you try not to startle him. He turns his head, eyes glistening with light tears as he meets your gaze filled with worry. He swallows, turning away from you as a weak voice apologizes for waking you up

"You should go back to sleep..it's nothing, really." he whispers weakly, clearing his throat as his shaky hand remains on his neck, slightly picking on the tattoo.

You pause for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts as you speak carefully.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. I do not pity you if that's what you worry about. Of course that I feel sad that you have to go through this, but I do not pity you or deem you as weak." you tenderly reassure, hand falling on his bare back, trying to provide more comfort.

"I did say that we are going to handle this together and I meant it." you whisper, slightly leaning towards him.

he finds some comfort and peace in your words. He just nods, teary eyes finally gazing at you as his head falls onto your chest. First couple of times are like this as you try not to overstep the boundary or make him feel forced to talk about anything. Some nights are harder than the others as the nightmares are more violent such as the hot metal marking his neck forever, leaving him to sob on your lap. Some nights you prepare the tea for him to help him fall asleep more easily and he usually asks you to play with his hair until he does so

every time after that, he begins opening up more. He tells you about the nightmares and when the specific event happened. A lot of his memories are hazy, but talking to you allows him to also remember some good times, regardless of the heavy pain coating those moments. He talks to you about his mother and father, his sisters and brothers, friends and people he remembers. The pain will never go away completely, but talking about his experiences to you helps him greatly. Especially because he gets to speak about his family and get a sense of honouring them while doing so, feeling a bit more like a normal person during those times and making his own head a bit more nicer place to be at, all while he receives endless support and reassurance from you :)

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pocketsizedq · 4 months

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Let’s have a baby

Word Count: 1828

Author's Note: This is my first smut so bare with me on this. thank you to @jungkookskookieblr for helping me and i hope you enjoy it!

I decided to change this smut from who it was originally about

Warnings:Fluff. Steamy smut. Breeding kink. there are hints of her being a housewife. I think that about covers all of it.

As the sun slowly started to set the pacific northwest region of the us.

Matt slowly made his way into your guys shared seattle home through the garage. He shuts the garage door taking off his shoes in the mud room that was when he enter also hanging up his keys on the hook near the door.

He makes his way toward the kitchen where he knew he could find you as when he had later practices he would always come home from them to find you cooking dinner to which has made you gain the nickname of his little housewife.

As He walked to the kitchen, He could already smell what you were cooking but couldn't figure out what you were cooking so once he made it into the kitchen.

The center made his way to your shorter figure that was leaned over the stove stirring something. He took a moment to just admire you also taking in the fact you were wearing one of his shirts until his thoughts went somewhere else.

He imagined coming home to you taking care of his kids. You both have talked about having kids even before you both got married but since he's nearly thirty. He's been thinking more about it.

Matt wraps his arms around your body pulling you close to his processing to bend down which puts him at a weird angle so he could rest his chin on the top of your head to watch what you were doing at the stove.

He bend down more processing to move your hair to the side that was covering your neck so he could have access to your exposed skin starting to leave soft kisses on your neck.

You let out a soft giggle not use to him being super cuddly as he's usually like that when he is tired or drunk so you decided to speak up and ask him whats going on.

"Honey." you spoke finally breaking the comfortable silence that had filled the kitchen to which he went "hm" against your neck continuing to kiss your neck holding you close to his large warm figure.

"What's got you all cuddly." you said with a small giggle enjoying the affection he was giving to which the canadian answered bluntly with somewhat with a smirk which you could feel it against your neck.

"you just look so.... domestic. just standing here cooking while waiting for me to get home. it makes me think about me coming home to you taking care of my babies." Matt spoke this into your ear which made you clench your thighs.

He slowly took his hands that were around you to go down to the bottom of the shirt of his you were wearing moving his hands so they can go under the shirt and started to rub your bare sides with his hands.

You shivered a little bit due to the coldness of his wedding band. he starts to move his left hand to rest on you stomach to which he whispers "you'd look so pretty full with my babies."

Matt's touch on your stomach sent a jolt of anticipation through your body, igniting a primal fire within. As his thumb trailed gently over the subtle curve where your uterus nestled beneath the surface, a quiet gasp escaped your lips.

But suddenly, his movements shifted. With a swift motion, he moved away, his hand reaching towards the stove's switch. The click of the knob heightened the tension in the room, as he swiftly turned you around to face him. Your bodies remained inches apart, the air thick with heated energy, as his warm breath tickled your earlobe

He was so close to you to the point where you could smell the tom ford cologne he had put on after showering at practice. It was the one you had gotten him for birthday a couple of years back.

Matt spoke into your ear, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Imagine how full your breasts would grow," he said, his words dripping with desire as his warm breath grazed your skin.

The mention of your changing body added fuel to the fire burning between you. With a subtle smirk, Matt's hand trailed from your stomach to your waist, his touch electrifying every inch of your being as he slowly pulled you closer.

As he drew you near, his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, his voice low and husky. "I want to explore every inch of you," he murmured, his fingers lightly grazing the curve of your hips.

A surge of anticipation surged through you, your heart racing with a mixture of excitement and longing. The intensity of Matt's touch and his words spurred you on, reaching out to trace your fingers along the contours of his chest, desperate to feel his own desire rising alongside yours.

The energy between you crackled, igniting a fierce passion that threatened to consume everything in its wake. With each passing moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you caught in a mesmerizing dance of desire and exploration.

As the passion between you both grew more intense, The hockey player lifted you to your feet and carrying to the bedroom. He set you down gently on the bed and gazed into her eyes, his desire for you burning brightly.

Without a word, he began to explore every inch of your body, tracing his fingers over your curves and kissing you deeply. You moaned softly as his touch sent shivers down your spine.

As Matt's hands drifted lower, your heart skipped a beat. you knew what was coming next, and your body responded eagerly to his touch. you lifted your arms, allowing him to pull your shirt of his shirt over your head, revealing your bare skin to his hungry gaze.

As Matt's eyes drifted downwards, he couldn't help but notice that you weren't wearing a bra. His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of your breast.

Without a word, Matt reached out to touch you, his fingers trailing over the soft curves of your breasts as you moaned softly. He leaned in to kiss you deeply.

Without a word, Matt sat up on his knees, his hands moving to remove his shirt. you watched in awe as he revealed his chiseled chest and broad shoulders, your heart racing as you took in the sight of him.

Next came his pants, which he discarded with your shirt that was lying on the floor. He removes his briefs then slowly moves his hand down removing your underwear throwing them to the side.

The hockey player watching you in awe as you take his cock into your hands driving the head of his cock over your cilt making your body shake.

You let out a soft groan smiling to yourself as your cunt adjusted to his size.

Matt presses his forehead against yours looking into your eyes as he let everything else in his mind fade away into it just being about you and him starting a family.

He watched as your eyes moved from his to adjust your eyes to the moonlight that was shine in on you both to which made him look so perfect.

"i want you to put a baby in me Matt." you pleaded looking back into his eyes clenching around his cock. "want be full of your cum."

The hockey player thought it was so hot to hear these words fall from your lips. "I'm going to fuck my pretty little housewife. so hard she forgets her own name."

As gentle as Matt's words were you knew it was a serious promise as he spoke the same words to you on your wedding night. He started to slowly move inside of you wrapping your legs around his waist.

Matt's hands found their way to the sides of your head, his fingers gently cradling your delicate skull. As he leaned in to kiss you deeply, you felt a shiver run through your body. you closed your eyes.

As your lips parted, Matt's chain dangled and swung between you both.

Matt's rhythm was slow and deliberate, his movements measured and precise. you felt yourself being pulled deeper into his embrace, your body responding to his every touch.

The hockey player then became desperate to fulfill his desires of seeing you full as he move one hand to grip the headboard the other staying by your head as he slowly started to go harder watching as his cock bottomed you out hitting your g-spot.

Which made you start filling the room with your moans.

Matt took the hand that was on the pillow cupping the back of your head to pull you into a kiss letting out a soft chuckle. " I bet you've been thinking about me filling you with my baby." he spoke up to you watching your eyes roll back.

You slowly took your hand down between your bodies finding your clint "want it so bad" you felt you eyes rolls back and your breathing become irregular as you struggled to focus.

Those words were like honey to your husband. "wont be able to last you speaking like that." Matt groaned in your ear as he felt your cunt clench around him.

You both started to feel the room grow hot as your legs began to shake. sounds of slapping skin echo between the both of you as your eyebrows clenched up.

"go ahead princess" Matt ordered as his cock could only handle so much of this before he came himself. "milk my cock sweet girl." His lips went to your neck leaving kisses on your neck.

low grumbles left your lips as you clenched yourself around his cock in spurts as you continue the movements of your finger on your cilt struggling to stay focused.

"shit baby." you let out as your vision went blurry making you shut your eyes. "dont stop" you pleaded making him pull you into a hungry kiss.

Matt wasn't that far behind you as his chest began to grow tight sweat dripping from his forehead but at the moment he was focused on fucking you through your orgasm "such a good girl" He praised as the coil in his stomach snapped. "fuck!" putting both his hand on the headboard.

your cunt coated with his release making smile as he continued to slowly fuck you making sure it stays in and gently kisses your lips with a small smile.

He gently flips you both over so that you are now on top of him but with his cock still inside. "gotta make sure it accepts." he softly teases kissing your head as you are now cock warming him.

Matt pulls the covers over the both of you gently kissing your head as you snuggled into him and starts rubbing your back from under the covers just enjoying this moment that was filled with love.

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kairiscorner · 7 months

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the poll has spoken.

miggy and his feelings for you. (when he catches you smiling because of someone else)

summary: what's the next step after telling someone you like them? usually, stuff like that ends in rejection–but... you didn't reject miguel when he finally expressed how he felt for you. what's next after this? he can only handle his need to love you and declare that you're his and he's yours so much before he... before he breaks.

pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!reader

genre: a bit of angst and fluff 🫂🫂🫂

word count:

a/n: i'm writing this on the date of my blog's second monthsary, HEHE, this is kind of a belated monthsary gift (or early third monthsary gift~~~) for my miguel babes out there, y'all know who you are 🤩 anyway, hope you guys enjoy !!

the rapid palpitations of his heartbeat could still be felt in every fiber of his bones, of his muscles, as he reminisced that moment when he mustered up all the courage he had and breathed out those three, four words he's been dying to utter to you, for you to hear, listen, and sink in your heart as he tells you in such a soft, sentimental tone that he can't help but let out.

"estoy enamorado de ti."

"i'm in love with you, i love you."

he has never been able to recover from the shocks and tingles sent up his spine and tickling the back of his brain every time silence settles in and consumes him. the silence is a perfect, beautiful torment for miguel; because it is the silence that reminds him of how you held him dearly, teased him for his "dramatic", "extra" showcases of affection towards you, and that he remembers every bit of how he feels around you, the love of his life. you've always seen him as a very close friend–like an annoying, overprotective brother at times in the past–but those feelings have thus shifted; and is miguel ever so grateful for that happening.

he's been so scared and lost–like a child who's afraid of the dark wandering in a pitch black room, calling out for help–he was always unsure of what to do with these secret feelings he harbored for you. he thought it'd be better to bury them, to never let you know and take that secret of his to the grave; but he knew he would forever regret that. sometimes, wanting to love and wanting to protect the one you love are two very conflicting ideas–thet don't always end in mutual agreements. and ever since you declared that you reciprocated his feelings and loved him back through your actions and words... he has never felt an even greater need to love and protect you.

miguel's got a new role in your life now, to be the man who will protect and take care of you, ensure you don't go a single day without feeling loved, that you live every day, every hour of your life being as you are–happy and comfortable with yourself, hopefully with the addition of him in the picture. miguel trusts you among everyone else in his whole life–you are the only friend he has that's stuck with him this whole time and still puts up with him, despite his hard-headedness, and does the unthinkable: love him the same way he loves you. he couldn't ask for any more, really, when everything he's ever wanted in life had been granted in the brief moment you two shared when he swore to you he'd work on being such a pain in the ass for you and not be a selfish prick.

he's spent every waking hour searching for you, wanting to hold you close to him in private and smother you with all the love and affection in the multiverse. you have to understand, now, that miguel has never felt this compelled to be with anyone before in his entire life–this is his first time wanting someone with such devotion and affection behind that desire, it's a desire with depth, with genuine emotions; and it sometimes terrifies him. he doesn't know what to do with these feelings, save for acting accordingly to what they compel him to do, so long as it is within bounds of what you want and what you're okay with. however, there are times that those feelings of his get... a bit out of hand, may come off as a bit too strong. there are some things that his feelings compel him to do without him even being able to think of the consequences until it already happened and the damages have already been done.

he feels his heart get pierced by a sharp dagger, he feels like he's getting light-headed as he watches from the monitor on his screen that beautiful, all-too familiar face that he never wants to wake up without seeing as the first person to greet him in the morning, giggle and look so close in proximity with this... random person. miguel swears he's never seen this person before, this person's not a friend of yours he knows about, nor a relative, he can tell that much–they're someone he doesn't know about; a total enigma.

and that scares miguel, because he has no idea just how happy this person makes you.

he feels a twinge of venomous envy strike at his heart, and he feels his pulse quicken a bit when he witnesses the corners of your pretty lips curve up into a smile after that person told you a funny joke, said a nice thing to you today, or... maybe... no way, you wouldn't fall for their flirting, would you? miguel asks lyla to run a background check on the person close to you, and lyla reassures miguel after doing so that this person wouldn't harm you–they were just a 'really close friend of yours'.

"and you're positively certain about that?" miguel asked her as his eyes remained glued on your delightful figure, smiling all the while as this person continued to make you all happy and a little brighter than you seemed before. he hated it. he hated it because some random person was doing his job for him, to make you the happiest you've ever been–but who was he to pry you away from your friends? he loved you and trusted your friends, that he knew of–but this person, he has no idea of who he is–and this frightens him because... he might actually lose you to them, he thinks.

"miguel, i've never heard you use those two words together in one sentence before. you're anxious about something, aren't you?" lyla asks miguel with a curious look on her face, prompting miguel to bare his fangs as he furrowed his eyebrows together and glared at the AI assistant. "just answer me." "alright, grouchy, yes–yes, i'm positively certain this person has no intention of hurting them." lyla replied as miguel placed his palm on his face and rubbed his eyes clean of the frustration he was experiencing right then and there, only for it to return on his face with a scorching heat filling his frame the longer he thought about you smiling around this person.

miguel turned the monitors off and decided to distract himself with some missions, though you never left that spot in his mind and heart once as he fought anomalies and tracked the statuses of other universes. his other teammates believed he was acting pretty strangely whenever he'd go out and fight the anomalies; he'd act more brutal and less cautious than he usually would, bringing the anomaly to the brink of death at one point until peter b and jess had to intervene and contained the anomaly for him.

miguel had to sit the next mission out, and so, he was holed up in his office again, begrudgingly so. "either you tell us what's going on, or you're not coming on anymore missions." "no, that's stupid, i will be going on the next o–" "you're posing as a threat to the anomalies, a lethal one, and that's not like you." jess berated miguel like a mother chiding her son for having a temper tantrum. miguel sighed and leaned his head against his hand, his elbow propped up on the control panel to support his head. jess sighed and peter b entered the room once things cooled down. "hey, so... what's his deal?" "no clue." jess replied to peter b with a shrug as miguel slumped over on his desk, sighing to himself repeatedly as thoughts of you refused to leave his mind.

you were like an endless memory miguel wanted to relive forever, and he never wanted you to leave his mind, actually–but he knew he'd go crazy without properly talking to you about this, but the thought of that alone was killing him right now. he felt so helpless and pathetic, he couldn't even talk to the love of his life about what he was so afraid of... and now, the others had to pick up after his scattered, broken pieces. "what if we have them talk to him?" "with him being in this state? yeah, no, not the best idea." "c'moooon, they're the end all, be all solution to his little slump. i know, because mj is–" "alright, alright, i get it; save your hopeless devotion for mary jane later. call them up now, we need to go on the mission, parker." jess told peter as he smiled and contacted you to come over to miguel's office right then and there, with the very important reminder that miguel was: 'in a terrible slump and needs some love and affection to be cured.'

after a few minutes, miguel heard the doors to his office slide open, and the clacking of a couple of familiar heels were heard; before you could even speak, miguel immediately knew it was you. call it creepy or weird if you want, but miguel can't help but memorize every detail of you, because it's the mere thought of you that keeps him going–but the thought of you... leaving him, that's enough to stop him from even wanting to go on. miguel spoke out your name in a gentle whisper, but afterward, he immediately shied away from you–hiding his face in his hands again as you approached him.

"mig, what's wrong?" you asked him, and the sound of your melodic voice filling his ears made him go mad with affection for you but also ridden with guilt all over again as he remembered just how angry he was at that person making you smile and... at you, for being happy with someone who wasn't even him. of course, that anger towards you fizzled out quickly, but he can't help but feel awful that he can't be fine with letting you be happy with someone who isn't even him. "...nothing's wrong." he lied in a soft grumble. you folded your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow up at him. "right, well, you looking like a sad, droopy-eared dog while hunching your back and burying your face in your palms when i'm not looking is the definition of something being wrong." you pointed out, making miguel bury his face in his hands even more at how right you were. "what are you even doing here?" "peter called me." "that pendejo... well, why'd you agree to come anyway?" he asked you as he turned to look at you with softened eyes, eyes that appeared to be on the brink of sobbing.

you pulled up a chair and sat close to miguel, so close that your knees were touching his own–making him look up at you in surprise. "because you've been avoiding me all week." you remind him, and that very fact made miguel tense up. he gradually turned his head to look at you with an evidently pensive look on his face, which was rare for him since he didn't really show much emotion... except to you, his beloved partner. being his partner gave you the privilege to see all sides of him–the good and bad sides–whether he likes to or not; and having been together with miguel for a while and being his friend for the longest time, you could tell something was wrong. "i'm... sorry, i'm just..." miguel muttered under his breath with a sigh as he rubbed his eyes again with his hand. you gently took his other hand in your own and interlocked hands with him, making him jolt up and turn to look at you in surprise.

you sighed and ran the pad of your thumb over the back of his big hand, thinking of what to tell him as you just held on to him closer and tighter. "is it about my friend?" you asked him softly as miguel tensed up even worse again. miguel's lower lip trembled and he took in a deep breath. "...n-no, why would... well, o-okay, yes, it is. h-how'd you..." "you were always the jealous type, mig." you tell him with a grin as miguel looked down in shame, but you placed your other hand on the side of his face and lifted his head up a bit to look at him. "but, i know you're not like this to hurt them or me. you love me, right? well... i definitely love you, too, unconditionally." you tell him in a whisper as you bring your face closer to his own shy one. you could see the signs that he was getting more and more flustered and embarrassed. "mi vida, i... don't deserve you. who wants such a jealous, overbearing, overprotective guy as their lover? i-if i can't trust them with you, then... can i even trust myself to make you happy?" miguel rambled as he felt his breath getting ragged and his grip around your hand tighten.

you leaned over and kissed miguel's plush lips, effectively answering his question. "yes, miguel–you are trustworthy, you are worthy of having me." you reassured him. you pressed your lips against his again, making him moan gently through your kiss and mumbling your name. "cariño... i'm sorry, still... i'm just... just really jealous, and i... wanna make you the happiest person in the world." he muttered to you, sighing. you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him close, patting his shoulder and shushing him. "you already do though... miggy, i want nobody but you, you and your sweet, jealous ass." you plant a kiss on the top of his head as you said that, making him even more heated up in the face and shy. "i can assure you, nothing bad's going on between us–they told me a few funny jokes that made me grin, but... i smile even wider when you're being all adorable like this with me. they're just a friend, and you're... the love of my life." you told him with a smile as miguel looked up at you, his hazel brown eyes gazing up at your own and concentrating on your pretty orbs.

"it's okay to be jealous, but... know that in every universe, i'll choose you and only you as my lover. you're perfect, miggy, you're all i want and need." and the minute you tell him all that... he feels his world slowly come together again, and his mood instantly lifting. he gently wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him, making him lowly sigh in relief. "and you already know i want and need you the most... no soporto estar sin ti amor... i can't live another day not being with you..." he murmured to you as an oath, an oath to not hurt you ever again, to not let his emotions overwhelm him and make you feel forgotten or guilty over something you didn't do, and... an oath to you that he loves you more than anything or anyone he's ever loved before.

he can't stop being jealous on instinct, he'll sometimes get insecure and anxious about himself, but... he loves you, that much, he knows; and you... you love him dearly, too. he just needs you to keep going and to keep feeling worthy and happy; you are enough for him, and he will always, always let you know that you are all he loves and cares about, in his own little and big ways and words–because... you love him like that, he makes you happy like that, and you couldn't ask for more.

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#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #across the spiderverse #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #atsv imagines #atsv

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lurkingshan · 3 months

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Cherry Magic Episode 6

Let's just start with a primal scream, besties, because that was motherfucking perfect!!! Say it with me:

TAY TAWAN IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

I stood up and cheered for Achi when he finally realized his feelings are his own and not just some kind of sympathetic response to what he's reading from Karan. He needed a little bit of time apart from Karan to process that, and to realize how much he has come to rely on Karan's presence in his every day life. His decision to act as soon as he figured it out made me so damn proud of him. And I love that he did a classic Japanese bl run to cap it off.

And it all felt even sweeter because we were so well-grounded in Karan's emotions, his long-term pining, his ownership of his own feelings and willingness to create space for Achi, and his earnest desire to just make things better for him. The absolute relief on his face when he realized his desire to care for Achi and his romantic feelings for him are no longer in opposition to each other—besties, I am emotional! You deserved that moment, Karan.

This adaptation continues to be so smart about how it takes the same basic plot beats of the original story and makes them feel distinctly its own, and distinctly Thai. The emotional reactions are bigger, the dialogue is harsher, the physical affection is less restrained, and the community is just all around more involved in every beat of the story. I loved Pai and Rock coming along to help Achi reach his destination (and also Pai knowing they needed to get out of there because this moment was not for them). I love Rock continuing to see so much good in Pai and his commitment to telling her sincerely how much he admires her.

And I continue to be absolutely smitten with Jinta and Min. I love what this adaptation is doing with them, how sweet and genuine their connection feels, how knowingly Min is pulling Jinta out of his comfort zone. That book store date was so fucking adorable and I loved every moment of it, especially Jinta yelling so loud in his own head that he didn't even hear Min's thoughts when he hugged him.

What a show, what a time to be alive. I know the distribution on this one has been tough and we seem to hit snags with watching it every week, but please persist because this show is so worth your time.

#cherry magic th #cherry magic thailand #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 2 months

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Why is Zuko romantically interested in Mai? What does he like about her as a person? Does he understand her personal desires and struggles?

"Why is Zuko romantically interested in Mai?"

He's a moody, angsty, grumpy teenage boy, she's a moody, angsty, grumpy teenage girl. She hates everything, but she doesn't hate him, and he appreciates that. He practically brags to a guard at the boiling rock that his (ex) girlfriend doesn't need anyone to protect her because she can handle herself.

They find each other physically attractive, enjoy making out and bitching about things they don't like, and they genuinely have a lot in common (troubled family life, struggling with the idea of who they should be VS who they actually are, don't like it when people try to control them, want a comfortable life where they are free to do whatever they want, and experts at using cool weapons that they're not allowed to kill people with because it's a kid's show).

Also Mai knows how to be understanding, caring and supportive without babying him, something Zuko desperately needs and actively seems to want in his life. And while her "aloof", more detached personality sometimes clashes with his need to shout about every single emotion he feels, it sometimes has the very healthy effect of making him chill a bit (and makes her come out of her shell a bit more).

"What does he like about her as a person?"

Like I said, he likes that she genuinely cares for him, but doesn't put with his bullshit, AND he likes that's just as much as an angsty teen as he is. He literally makes a move on her when she finally had enough with their friend group and yells at everyone, including him, to leave her alone. He looks like a lovesick fool when thinking back to "that gloomy girl that sighs a lot." Boy literally said "You're so beautiful when you hate the world" and was being 1000% sincere.

He likes how bold she can be, how she doesn't put on an act for him and how he doesn't have to put on an act for her, and how she literally risked it all to save him and is willing to be by his side now that he's about to start a new era for their nation even though she didn't fully understand why he changed sides.

Mai is, before anything, her own damn self and won't let anyone dictate her life for her, and Zuko really admires her for it because he can relate to that - which leads us to:

"Does he understand her personal desires and struggles?"

Does Zuko, the banished prince that rebelled against his abusive father, his nation's cruel and violent ways, and even against the father figure that he loved dearly but that wasn't listening when he said he wanted more in life than just a job and a roof over his head, understand what's like to only get conditional affection, be told that he needs to shut up and let himself be bossed around if he wants literally anything in life/not to be harmed, to not be listened to even by well-meaning people that just don't get it, and eventually risking everything to carve his own path in life with people he believes actually vallue and understand him?

I'd say yes.

#pro maiko #pro mai #maiko

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fadingsnow · 11 months

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AEGON TARGARYEN CUDDLING HEADCANONS - aegon targaryen x f! reader

- Aegon will literally barge into your chambers without a single care in for what you're doing. After all, Targaryens love to be the center of attention. He's caught you to many times changing, and just staying quiet until you finally realize he's there and smack his shoulder lightly with a laugh escaping your mouth which creates a synonymous reaction from the white-haired prince. He'd just walk around your room when he's truly bored, tapping the walls to annoy you, but also signal what he wanted.

- Aegon wasn't one to shy away from his wants, but for acts of affection he mostly did, he felt too dependent, desperate to ask such a representation of feelings. His whole life, he was raised to believe he was a burden, an unwilling stain not ready to move away from the silk cloth representing his untainted family. On normal days, he'd either ask you to come to his chambers or go to yours for a warm embrace. He'd just flop down onto the bed, and would bring yourself with him, feeling the soft blankets engulf you two. He would only bother to actually wear something comfortable now, considering the amount of times he had to heed your complains of him always coming with regal clothing he had not caren about to even think about taking it off.

- On days Aegon was berated by his mother, he'd come to you and would follow you everywhere while not knowing he himself was trying to gather your attention away, and keep it all for himself. He was strangely posessive over you due to the fact that you may be the only person who can truly love him. You would turn your head to see Aegon right behind you with his hands clasped behind his back, and wide eyes at being caught. You weren't stupid though, this wasn't the first time. You simply grabbed his hand, the cold feeling of his rings pressed against your skin. You led him to your chambers, and he'd already just lay under the covers of the bed.

- "What happened?" You muttered as the prince laid in your arms, eyes sleepy with a tight hold on your waist, refusing to let go. "Mother." His voice rang out with a light tremble. You looked down at him and somehow brought him closer to you. At times like this, all you wanted to do was protect him. You grabbed his face delicately and looked at him deep in the eyes, "Do - not - listen - to - her." You kissed his face anywhere with each word, forehead, cheeks, nose. He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and nuzzled his head there with a content smile. You'd never get tired of playing with his hair, so when he laid there, sometimes you'd do little braids. Soon, he'd be snoring and put his legs over yours to prevent you from leaving in his deep state of sleep.

- This is not to say, on some days Aegon is usually the one who's holding you. It gives him some type of reassurance that you love him. Why would you even want to leave his embrace? He'd reject anything about you leaving his hold. Behind his public persona, Aegon had a softer side that he only showed to you. When he was not with you, all of the expectations from his family come down on him. So instead of worrying about those thoughts, he focused on your soft, soothing touch, the gentle rumble of your voice, and the warmth of your body. It was a fleeting moment of solace in an otherwise chaotic life, but it was a moment that Aegon would always treasure. For your arms, he found the one thing he had always desired - acceptance, love, and unconditional support.

- His fingers trace the contour of your face, the tips brushing lightly against your cheeks before moving down to the tip of her nose, tapping it. He chuckles when you sneeze, the sound of it setting off a flurry of giggles between the two of you. His arms would be warm and sturdy, and he would wrap them tightly around you, lending an air of protection. You could feel breath on the back of your neck, the light touch of his fingers on your skin, the weight of his head on your chest. He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his embrace as he pressed your head against his, Together, the both of you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, your gentle caresses a welcome distraction from the harsh realities of Aegon's life.

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kalki-tarot · 5 months

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Your shadow aspects you need to heal 🪷 ✨️

Pick a picture for guidance and insights of your deepest, darkest aspects of life.

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TW !! ⚠️

Pile 01

Let's start with your home and family life first. We'll talk about the things you need to take into consideration or reevaluate to know your shadow self better. This is going to be specific so it may not resonate. Please take what does and leave the rest. You may have noticed your elders in childhood hoarding material things and not sharing it with anyone. Or there was a fight for ancestral wealth or inheritance. That affected you a lot. There was probably a male figure, can be anyone, who was so strict and did not care about your emotions at all. He just wanted discipline from you as a kid. I can see that your mother figure was lied to and deceived by someone. She had to start everything from zero level again because of this.

You father figure was someone who did not compromise on your emotional and material needs. He was a healthy and caring individual. He wanted his family to be happy, that's all. As for your siblings, or companions, they were present most of the time around you but you had to work hard for them a lot. You may be the elder sibling or the most responsible one. These things have influenced you in your childhood alot.

In your upbringing, you may have also noticed some need of addictions to escape reality. Maybe someone around you did it constantly or even you may have been doing this all the time. The culture you belong to believes in a male dominated society structure somehow. You ancestors probably were emigrants. Your religion or society makes you doubt yourself sometimes? (I'm not against any religion) And you constantly have this need to prove something to your society and friends.

Let's talk about the past experiences you repress the most. I can see a happy and content family. A female figure ruined it all though. There may be some lawsuit or a legal issue that arised. Maybe you were too young and confused to understand what was going on but it made you extremely uncomfortable and sad. This can be a property or money dispute that happened. You are still healing from this but sometimes the memories haunt you. You or your family had to give money to this person who caused chaos because you lost the legal issue. This led to you walking away and being aggressive and angry about it. Ugly fights surrounded you and you were dumbfounded, you did not know what to do. You need to thoroughly process this situation one more time to be finally able to Let go of this.

Due to this heartbreaking experience you feel fear to even let new people in. You are afraid to trust anyone, and this acts as a block between you and your future lover. Due to your fears, you don't let them in. Your love life get imbalanced. I know it's hard but give yourself time. You desire a happy and successful family life for yourself, but if you fear what's meant for you, than it will repeat as a cycle till you understand your lesson.

Right now, you are very indecisive about things. The chaos in your early life caused you so much pain that you're not ready to leave this alone and comfort zone of yours. Stop being attached to this.

You have limiting beliefs about yourself. That feeling of having no control makes you do this. Don't work too hard to prove yourself. You fear imperfections. You feel as if your efforts won't be recognized so you have to work more hard. But it's a self imposed prison. Don't fear this. You have a habit of being defensive and cautious. Don't be afraid to take risks and necessary bold decisions. You may have given up on a relationship or your future spouse. Don't stress about it, take the leap of faith.

Let's talk about your self image. You feel very indecisive at times. And you don't know what to do about it. You feel as if people would play tricks with you and lie to you not matter what. You are very hyper aware about people's words about you. In occasions, weddings, or any party party or even a small family gathering, you are afraid that at any moment things might get our of your hands. You are afraid of fights in family or friends. And you somehow blame yourself for it even when it's not your fault. You want to go out and live new experiences but there's a demon inside you that constantly holds you back and keeps you stuck. Advice for you is to allow yourself to be free. Allow yourself to get help from others if you need that. You don't need to rethink about that. Be more compassionate with yourself right now. You, yourself need it the most right now.

Your need to break the wall that surrounds you, cutting yourself from others. You are allowed to be vulnerable. You can let go, take a deep breath. You deserve a good future wife/husband and your destiny will surely do justice with you by giving you a sweet and comfy love and home life. So don't worry about that. The problem is that you let your fears overpower you. You should not do that. Try to think positively the next time you begin self sabotage yourself. Break the pattern, dear. Embrace opportunities, trust our instincts, and take decisive action towards our goals.

Think closely, whenever your intuitive self tries to shine you try to avoid it. Or you try to let it down by saying things like oh i can't do it. Even in career terms, you destroy your confidence by your own words. It's because there's a pattern that lies here. Analyze it, or write it down and try to understand it.

Your need to stand up for your own beliefs. You don't realize the gift of god for you is your highly intuitive and wise nature. Use it for betterment of others. Use your gifts wisely. You are gifted. And you can shine in whatever thing you wanna shine in. Just believe in yourself. ✨️

Pile 02

Alright this is gonna be super specific and deep, this can be triggering for some! So read it at your own risk pls.

In your childhood it was hard for you to open up, literally in front of anyone. It seems as if life tested your patience with your circumstances. People fought in your home a lot, chaos and conflicts surrounded you. And this led to you being cut off and away from everyone. You were the lost child. You did everything you could but these conflicts and fights made you a very introverted and silent person. Till this day you can't open up to anybody.

Your mother or the female guardian in your life may have cheated with another lover(s) at some point in life. And you knew it, you were, of course dumbfounded and did not know what to do as you were just a child. You father figure just waited for things to change. But he was very optimistic about life. His nature was warm and loving towards you no matter what he showed his best side to you. You felt very lonely and deeply hurt. You don't show your emotions to anybody. There were times in your life where you wanted to end it. Your emotional being still needs to heal a lot. Consider talking to a professional if you need one please. Don't suffer in silence, it's not your fault anyways. Your silbing, i see an elder brother but take what resonates, helped you to build up something in financial terms and you think that you owe them a lot. Don't pressure yourself due to this. You first need to get stable yourself before paying things back to anyone else but you don't really need to if you don't want to. Your god is telling you to take the helping hand as it will make you successful and independent. Don't be shy to ask for help if you need. Your peers or society may have left you out in the cold by yourself. You feel as if you should walk away from people. You don't need to do that.

You may have gotten bullied in the past. And you are very afraid of other's judgement because of a past experience. This makes you feel very guarded around people and you can't easily maintain relationships due to this. Well, do justice with yourself. You don't realize your potential to be honest. Once you start ignoring others and leveling up your skills, your life will change and you'll be blessed with lots of prosperity.

Your negative experiences just makes it worse for you to stay in any kind of relationship(s) and you tend to self sabotage and leave first before the other person even thinks about leaving you. It's a defense mechanism you've adapted over time to protect yourself but you need to heal this thing of yours.

Your ego tells you to leave before anything bad happens so you may not get hurt again. But it's just the ego talking. Your heart and emotions are deeply repressed and chained by your negative experiences. You fear opening your heart up or letting anyone know about what you really feel deep down. Because you feel as if no one understands you and you are all alone. But that's simply not true.

You don't want the same thing that happened to you, happen with anyone else. This mentality makes you an over empathetic person and you can't say no to a lot of people. Well, you need to stand up for your own beliefs and good. This feeling of being all alone makes you hyper independent of yourself and you feel as if you need to climb the ladder on your own without complaining about anything. This is a deep rooted fear and you should consider taking professional help if you're comfortable.

Well, I'm not blaming you for anything. In fact i sense you too are wanting to release this negativity and break this karmic cycle. You need to change your hyper independent thought pattern. Show more love to your inner child and try to release negativity through meditation. Take care of your mental health. Currently you're in a much better situation perhaps you have ambitions and goals to achieve. You want to become a famous individual. So work hard for it :)

You deserve the world, know that. And love yourself. Don't let others overpower you always. Lot's of love ♡

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rowdyslove · 9 months

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𝟔:𝟓𝟕 𝐀𝐌. | jack hughes

you and jack laid there, staring at each other, in the comfort of his bed, bodies pressed together tightly as you kept one another as close as you possibly could. and the way that his hand kept itself pressed against the small of your back to keep your proximity, made the whole moment feel just right.

jack was the one and only person to ever make you feel like this; making you feel things that you had never experienced or things you never thought you would ever feel in your life. he was the one and only person who ever made you feel this loved and cared for.

he was home to you.

the way you would look at each other, cheeks pressed against the pillows, eyes glazed over and sight just a bit blurry due to the early morning haze after just having woken up.

yet somehow, you could make out every single feature of jack’s face perfectly—from the round button tip of his nose, to the few light freckles that littered over his cheeks, to the bright hues of blue in his lovely eyes.

even though his hands had been the ones occupied with constantly tugging you towards him, you were always the one to touch him first. your fingers gliding down the side of his face after a soft whisper of his name, cradling his jaw in your palm and running a thumb across his plush lips.

your eyesight definitely wasn’t getting better being this close up to jack. but for you, there wasn’t too much need to see him when you could relish in the feel of touching him instead.

“jack.”

he found tranquility in the way your eyes softened, brightness fading from them and being replaced with the dim morning light. and with each time you softly whispered out his name, he felt desire.

for you and only you.

and when you brought yourself up closer to his face, trailing soft patches of kisses from the lining of his jaw up to his supple cheeks, he felt as if time had come to an abrupt halt.

jack could never even begin to know how to explain the amount of love pouring out of his chest whenever you would shower him with the kind of affection you did—how you treated him as the most precious and delicate being to ever walk the earth.

you absolutely loved it. the ways you were able to make him fold and crave for you at anytime.

and you fell more and more in love everytime, knowing the affects you had on the boy.

“it feels like you’re suffocating me (y/n),” he hummed softly, his voice hushed low—only low enough for you to hear.

“then would you like me to stop?” you mumbled, your warm breath fanning over his face before continuing to press your lips to every point of his face you could reach as your hand that rested on his neck rubbed the flesh softly.

a sigh released itself from jack’s lips a short while after he waited for the moment when you would finally press your lips to his, yours fitting perfectly against his. when you pulled away, his eyesight was still not getting any better, hazy eyes still clouded with his love and affection.

but again, he felt like he didn’t really need to see you when he could feel your soft lips on his.

“just kiss me again.”

you fulfilled his request gladly, pressing your lips to his once more, letting them linger for longer than before this time.

#—ness writes #jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes fluff #nhl oneshot #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new jersey devils #nhl x y/n #timestamp

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the-fiction-witch · 17 days

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Heat Of The Water

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - Jacaerys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Choose Your Own House) Rating - Smutty Word Count - 1290

Jacaerys walks the halls of Dragonstone the sounds of the wind, stormy sea and rain battering the walls and windows. Most had taken to bed for the evening to wait out the storm beside their fires but Jacaerys had been lingering in the dark alone in his room for so long his mind was turning to mush, he didn't want to disturb his mother and stepfather, not his brother's, so took a walk instead though the corridors towards the chambers of his betrothal Y/n, for hope he may perhaps get to wait out the storm beside her, perhaps comfort her and maybe even get a kiss if he was lucky

Jacaerys opened the door to Y/n's chambers and walked in, shutting it behind him. He had not realized how much he had wanted the company of his betrothed until now, and when he saw the way the wind was still lashing at the walls of the castle, he was glad he had joined her. He stood there in the dimly lit room for a moment, taking in the beauty of the sight before him. He then spoke quietly to her.

Jacaerys walks through her chamber seeing everything so warm and cosy for her, she had only been here a few months but she was getting very comfortable here on Dragonstone, at first he can't see her so moves deeper inside until he perks up hearing he gentle humming coming from behind a wooden screen

Jacaerys' pace slowed down as he heard the humming, his footsteps falling more quietly as he approached the source of the sound. He peered around the screen to see Y/n humming softly to herself, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He was struck by her beauty and felt incredibly drawn to her, his affection for her growing with each passing day. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he watched her for a moment, before finally letting her know he was there.

Y/n sits in the corner of her chamber, the wooden screen blocks her from the rest of the room, candlelight all that lit her, the sound of the storm still raging outside, Y/ns body sits inside a carved stone bathtub filled with hot steaming water her body concealed below, her hair pinned up to keep them from the water, she hummed to herself as she bathed unaware he was there

Jacaerys was immediately enraptured by the sight of Y/n, her pale body encased in a steaming bath as she hummed to herself quietly. Seeing her like this brought out all the emotions he had been holding in since he had first met her, and he found himself wanting to be closer to her than ever before. He took a few tentative steps into the room, careful not to make too much noise and break the peaceful atmosphere. When he was close enough, he slowly pulled the screen aside, allowing him to see her fully.

his face flushed with excitement as he finally caught a glimpse of her bare body beneath the steaming water, her pale skin glowing softly in the candlelight. He was mesmerized by her beauty and found himself wanting to reach out to touch her, feeling overcome with desire. His eyes travelled the length of her form and back again, lingering on the curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts as he struggled to maintain his composure. He had never felt so attracted to anyone before in his life.

Jacaerys' heart was pounding as he stared at her beautiful body, his hands trembling with anticipation. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her in the heat of the moment, to take her right there on the ground. He took a step closer to her until he was just a few inches away from her, his mind hazy with desire. But then he snapped back to reality and felt a sudden rush of guilt. He was betrothed to this girl, but those feelings had been swept away in the heat of the moment. He took a deep breath to clear his head.

she continued to hum and gently wash herself without much of a care in the world without noticing he had arrived

Jacaerys tried to maintain some degree of self-control as he watched her continue to wash, feeling his heart pound in his chest every time she caressed her body. This was not how he intended things to be going, but the sight of her perfect body was enough to send his desires spiralling out of control. He had to find some way to get back on track, to keep his mind focused on what was important. He cleared his throat softly, trying to get her attention.

she heard him so she turned and a smile grew across her lips, she crossed her arms over her chest her hands on each shoulder but not Inna scared away like she was gripping in fear more than just a gentle protective movement "ohh Jace, I didn't hear you come in sweet boy."

Jacaerys sighed and let out a deep breath as he saw her gentle, reassuring gesture, feeling his cheeks flush as he looked at her face. The sight of her beauty never failed to catch him off guard, and her soft voice had a calming effect on him, allowing his heart to race.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you. I, uh...I was just hoping to get some company while the storm rages."

"It's alright no trouble at all, I'm always delighted to have you visit me, is it the storm perhaps that bothers you?"

Jace laughed softly as he remembered his original plan to seek the comfort of his betrothed during the storm. "Aye, the storm is worrying me, but my mind seemed to have wandered off in the wrong direction when I saw you here," he admitted. It wasn't an entire lie, for the storm did worry him, but the sight of her in the bath had taken his mind to places he shouldn't have gone.

she giggled "I'm sure it probably did, well I like to take a hot bath on a stormy day" she smiled shifting a little in the bathtub to be closer to him leaning her chin on the rim "You'd be welcome to join me if you wanted"

Jace blushed again, but his heart jumped up into his throat with excitement as she offered to let him join her in the bath. The desire he had felt before came rushing back even more intensely now, and he had no intention of resisting."I would love to, I think it would feel good to get out of these cold, wet clothes and... into something a little bit warmer," he murmured, his tone suggestive.

"well you're very welcome to join me if you wish Jace, I'm sure there is plenty of room for you, but I worry perhaps my bath might not be hot enough for a dragon-like Targaryen velaryon like yourself" She giggled again and moved to sit up on her knees so the water level was only at her waist her hands cup her chest leaving her palms all that concealed them

Jace's eyes widened at the invitation to join her in the bath, his excitement growing with each passing second. He had always wished to be closer to her and to have her offering to share her intimate time and space was too good to pass up, the thought of bathing together was enough to raise his cheeks in heat. "I'd be honoured to join you," he murmured, walking toward her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

she giggled and made space for him in her bath sitting and waiting with a wide excited smile...

PART TWO Out Now

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sorcererofsolitude · 7 months

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Warning: Slightly NSFW

When it finally happens, Wednesday finds that her passion with Enid is very rough. They animalistically tore at each other through the heat of their love, leaving bruises, scratches, claw marks, and deep bites all over their respective partners. Wednesday enjoys the contrast between pleasure and pain, and Enid gets to indulge her baser wolf desires without worrying she'd hurt her small partner.

Despite appearances, Yoko is a very gentle lover when it comes to Divina. Save for her neck, which looks like a war zone at all times. Divina often tops from the bottom, having Yoko practically worship her during their intimacy. She thrives on the admiration, it's a siren thing. Yoko is happy to drown in the hypnotic sea of her girlfriend's love.

After the fact, End curls up protectively with Wednesday and doesn't let her go. She'll growl at anyone who dares get close to them. Lately, she's taken to rubbing her scent on her partner while they lay in bed, sending a clear message to the other wolves; Wednesday is hers.

Yoko always takes care of Divina afterward, making sure her siren is well-hydrated and resting comfortably in her arms. Yoko will often lightly drag her fangs over Divina's jugular vein, a sign of deep affection. Sometimes, Divina will allow Yoko to drink from her after passion, letting her rest her head on her chest and fall asleep to her heartbeat when she's done.

A03: SorcererOfSolitude

#netflix wednesday #wednesday #wednsday addams #enid sinclair #enid x wednesday #wenclair #lesbian #divina wednesday #yoko wednesday #yokovina #yoko tanaka #yoko x divina

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ken-dom · 4 months

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Lars and sexual energy

Lars Lindstrom thoughts + gn!reader imagine

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∘₊✧ Author’s notes: I started writing a few thoughts about Lars and why I’m so attracted to him based on his character, the screenplay and things I’ve enjoyed in the movie, and it ended up in me writing a bit of a smut imagine to go along with it, so I thought it might be worth sharing. It starts with thoughts on Lars’s sexual energy, desires, urges, and how he deals with them. Until you come along. And then he has no idea how to deal with them at all.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, masturbation, possessive streak, rough sex (and soft, tender sex), blow job mentions, making out, crying, switch!Lars, touch starved Lars

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You know what half the appeal with Lars is?

He’s not supposed to feel sexual desire. At least, he doesn’t let himself. Starting with the basics, he won’t allow himself sleep in the same room — or even building — as Bianca until she’s taken ill. He says right at the start that it’s because he’s religious, and I’m sure that does mean something to him, but I’m also sure it’s not just that.

At the beginning of the movie, he cant stand psychical touch and wears layer upon layer to avoid the excruciating pain it causes him. He sleeps in layers. He eventually says (in the script, but not in the movie) that he’s the one with issues around nudity, not Bianca, who comes from a culture that is very comfortable with it. I think he's reached a point here where he’s experimenting a little. If she’s perfectly comfortable, he could maybe get used to it, too. And maybe he secretly wants to see what she looks like under her clothes out of curiosity or to learn a thing or two from her; but he can’t just take them off without good reason. And she needs her nightly bath, right?

Then, looking back to the script, we have his ‘sexual energy’ which he canonically burns off by chopping wood (in his own words, he’s really good at that, and in Karin’s thoughts, he’s sexy while he does it). When Mrs Gruner asks him about partners, she tells him, ‘Don’t wait too long, it’s not good for you,’ which could easily be interpreted to be about sex. Lars plucks up the courage to ask Gus if it’s sex that will make him feel like a man; both admitting his virginity and in a roundabout way asking his older brother’s permission to lose it. And yet, he never (that we know of) shares any physical affection, other than innocent hand holding, cuddling, dancing and that one tearful goodbye kiss with Bianca. Bianca, a doll who was created for sex.

Add into this that Lars can be possessive. Part of me wants to think that it’s simply in his nature, buried somewhere deep under his trauma and social difficulties, because according to his family, he ‘wouldn’t hurt a fly.’ And in that case it surfaces in the right circumstances, because in all other ways he’s so soft and gentle and caring. The other part of me wants to think it comes from his sexual desires and urges being pushed so far down that he doesn’t know what to do with them and ends up losing his temper and needing to take it out on the firewood i.e. a good fuck might calm him down. Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither. Maybe he’s confused about it himself.

Throughout the film, Lars gradually learns to enjoy the sensation of touch, starts to forge meaningful human relationships, experiences jealousy (with little bit of that delicious possession peeking through with it) toward someone he’s scared to pursue despite knowing she has romantic interest in him, and the layers he wears as armour gradually reduce to his underclothes. So we could take from this that given the right conditions, he could learn how to enjoy being physical with someone.

And, with that in mind...

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Imagine being the one who finally turns his head. You catch his eye so unexpectedly, it snowballs faster than he can control it. He’s never felt like this before, never fought so hard to keep his thoughts clean and his physical urges at bay.

Lars, who uses his religion as a reason not to even sleep in the same house as his partner and doesn’t want anyone close enough to touch him, who can’t even get through a conversation with you without scrunching his eyes shut or running away, suddenly can’t get you off his mind. And the pain of carrying that pining, longing feeling around with him far outweighs the pain he might feel if you actually touched him, or so he convinces himself. Something must be done about that.

Chopping wood doesn’t distract him. Church doesn’t distract him. Driving to the lake doesn’t distract him. And neither does reading his favourite book or going to work or even accepting dinner invitations from Gus and Karin.

Lars goes from completely avoiding any hint of sexual desire his mind or body might conjure, to furiously jerking off every time he's seen you, rushing home and forcing down his pants to relieve the ache between his thighs. When he can’t sleep because his mind is buzzing with fantasies of you, his delicate, precise fingers wrap around his length before he can find a way to calm himself, and before he knows it, his thick, hot seed is spilling inside his pyjamas and he falls asleep in the mess, guiltily washing away the evidence in the morning. But not before indulging the wet dream he was having about you first.

It’s filthy. He feels filthy. And he likes it, whatever it is that you’ve done to him.

Lars ‘it’s always the quiet ones’ Lindstrom, has gone from sitting on the edge of his bed cringing at the conversations he’s had with you replaying in his mind because he feels so awkward and embarrassed about them, to daydreaming about his fingers wound in your hair while your soft, wet lips are wrapped around his cock, or fucking you hard against the tree by the lake while his tongue is shoved down your throat, or slipping one hand into your underwear and one over your mouth in the kitchen at work to quickly get you off while you steal a few minutes alone.

All the while, he’s breathless and trembling with anticipation, his hand wrapped tight around his cock as he pumps furiously, or stroking himself, soft and slow until he’s a whining, whimpering mess, moaning your name as his release washes over him.

Through this, he learns how to enjoy pleasure, learns his body, and starts to crave touch. Your touch. His own simply won’t do any longer.

So when he finally gets you all to himself? When you’re kissing him all chaste and sweet?

I hope you’re ready to have your clothes torn off, to be grabbed at until he leaves bruises, to have his fingertips driving into your flesh, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, ‘I’ve dreamed of doing this with you,’ through shaky breaths, to feel the burning heat of his flesh against yours, his mustache tickling at your skin when he stays in the same spot for long enough, his teeth dragging down your throat, pausing to suck at your pulse point, strong arms controlling your movements because he knows what he likes now, and when he’s around you, he loses all semblance of self control and has to have you just the way he’s fantasised.

In the thrill of desperation, he doesn’t even get his clothes all the way off, completely lost in a haze of excitement, but he manages it eventually, needing to feel as much of you as possible against as much of him as possible.

His hair is a mess, his cheeks are burning up, he’s completely ruffled, and he switches wildly from being a possessive, commanding lover to giving you the sweetest, most sensual fuck of your life.

His possessive side takes on a whole new meaning as he completely devours you — soft, sweet, innocent Lars — moaning loudly as he watches you cum from his touch over and over, bunches your hair into a fist to feel the bobbing of your head while you suck him dry, snaps his hips hard and fast against yours, followed by what feels like hours of slow, tender lovemaking while he whimpers needily and drips dirty words and praise into your ear like warm honey between breathless begging, revelling in this new sensation of the touch of another, until he’s spent, trembling and sobbing into your shoulder, overwhelmed and thankful and incredulous. Finding the soothing strokes of your fingers through his hair incredibly calming.

After so many years of repressing all these urges, and not finding any pleasure in touch, it could take a while to tire him out. But even when he’s temporarily sated, he will snuggle into you, press his lips gently to yours, and make out with you in a languid, sloppy kiss that doesn’t end until you’re both so worn out you’re falling asleep humming and sighing into one another’s mouths, limbs tangled together because now he's experienced your skin against his he will never get enough.

As he sleeps with you pressed against his chest and his strong arms keeping you safe with him, he has the biggest, warmest smile on his handsome face, but when he greets you in the morning, that naughty streak is back, and he’s smirking at you with a glint in his eye that you’ve already come to associate with nothing but pleasure.

#not s f w 💀#lars lindstrom smut #lars lindstrom x reader #lars lindstrom imagines #lars lindstrom thoughts #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ken-dom writes #if you’re wondering what the other half of the appeal is #his relatable autism beautiful singing and soft belly have captivated me

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jenokoi · 1 year

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How can you receive love?

INTUITIVE TAROT READING BY JENOKOI

A short tarot reading I did with my new deck. We’ll go a little bit at how you react to love and how it’s affecting your journey in this life.

Please take a deep breath and get comfortable. Let your intuition guide you to the answer you seek in the pictures below. Take as much time as you need.

PILE ONE > PILE TWO > PILE THREE

My tarot readings are guided by the current energy of my subject in question and my own spirit guides. Energies are prone to change based on our actions, and thus nothing is truly set on stone. Please take only what resonates, this is a general reading. It’s okay to not feel drawn to any of the images. If you have to force it into the narrative of your life, then it might not be for you. These readings are for entertainment purposes only.

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PILE I

My dear pile one, love is all around you. You are holding onto a fantasy, an idea. You ignore the signs leading you to a new path, like a fool you deny the chance to receive what you seek in what you already have. You believe if you keep on doing the same what you get will change. You force meaning into signs that ask you to open your eyes. You are tired, don’t realize you are drowning. Those beautiful feelings of yours are slowly turning into dead weight. Adventure is calling for you, but you have intoxicated your body and mind with a goal you no longer seem to want. But you have given too much to not see it through, even when the final line is out of view. Some of you might have a gambling addiction of sorts.

You are seeking a connection, be it to someone or a craft. But it seems your efforts are not being reciprocated or allowing you to advance. You are ignoring your calling for a purpose given to you rather than desired. It seems what was promised it’s not fulfilling you. You feel alone in a room so crowded. For some, family expects you to follow through with their wishes, not yours. You have made this path your destiny by force, and it has drained you of your will to continue.

Despite it all, deep down there’s is something you truly want and don’t believe you need. “It is not necessary, and thus I will ignore it.” You are being call to follow your dreams, to allow yourself to receive this gift. There might be someone in your life who brings you stability but not love. Your zone of comfort is making you miserable, but you are afraid of losing the safety it brings. For some, you might be ignoring a person who wants to give you the world, but you are afraid of the unknown. They represent clean, warm water, a new beginning. However, they are slowly growing tired of waiting for you.

This is very specific to some, take it or don’t, but do not force it; you might be in a dead end relationship and someone new has appeared who has bewitched you body and soul (they might be younger or older than you).

Be gentle to yourself and the world.

Cheetos, red hair, white snakes, ocean, bad eating habits, established relationships, period films, studying a major you have no affection for, age gap, Asian hereditary.

Advice from spirits: The Fool and The Emperor.

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PILE II

My sweet pile two, you are afraid of people. You think of love much but believe it will destroy you. Your emotions are yours and yours only, too honest, too fragile, and fear people will take advantage of your heart. Every offer you deny out of fear it is not what you want. “No one can return the love I give.” There’s so much passion in you, but you are careful with it, forbid it from growing on someone else’s garden. You think you will lose yourself in loving. Some of you might be insecure in your body through a lover’s gaze.

However, you seem to attract a lot of romantic prospects. People are willing to give themselves to you were you to give them the chance. In your eyes, none of them seek a true connection, which is what you desire. You are beautiful, pile two, and that makes you suspicious of everyone. Nonetheless, you enjoy the attention, the occasional playful banter, never too serious and never too real. You have made of love a dangerous threat. You have put all that love into yourself, and now no one could ever measure to it. But just as you nurtured your self-love, relationships take time and patience to evolve.

Your garden is filled with roses that no one can touch. You might have been betrayed before, not necessarily through a committed relationship. My sweet pile two, you don’t need to cut the roots of yourself to let them bloom somewhere else. Little by little, one seed at a time, you can expand all that love and passion on the ground you walk without losing yourself in the act. You have waited far too long for a miracle, but it won’t reach you unless you let it inside your home. Allow the world to know you, in all your beauty and glory, and it will worship the very ground you stand on.

Flowers, red dress, fatherless behavior, moon phases, birds, roses, night sky, hermit, feeling warm in cold weather, masculine energy, big breasts.

Advice from spirits: Ace of Cups and The Hanged Man.

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PILE III

Love passes you by as you wait for it to be perfect. Your heart is a privilege no one seems to be worth of. You are a strong-headed individual, resistant to the love you are being offered, despite your desire for it. You are a perfectionist. You might have been betrayed in the past, be it by someone or your own thoughts. You have been alone for quite some time, emotionally or physically, that you don’t find it necessary to have a partner to feel whole. This might be a good mindset had you not made it your biggest enemy. You are at peace in your loneliness, but often wonder how it would be like to share a life with a partner. Slowly but surely, you are walking a path of no return with a heart meant to not share a half.

You are held captive by the idea that one must be perfect to be your equal. You hold your prospects to the same standards as yourself. But darling, your own expectations of you drain you immensely. You have no time to nurture yourself, much less allow someone else the same. Even those you desire you forbid of your attention.

Be more kind to your own heart. Do not allow your past to consume your future. Your mind is beautiful, if a prison. Let yourself be wrong every once in a while, just as you learnt who you are by trying new things, let your heart find peace by listening to it. You are draining your soul in the physical world by not taking a break every once in a while. You overthink love too much, let it wither in your doubts. Your thoughts are all over the place, your head a home with no windows to filter the negative of them. Don’t hide from the world, it has been trying to help you for so long.

Gold jewelry, beautiful eyes, clouds, leaves, intrusive thoughts, past baggage, the color blue, long hair, dungeons and dragons.

Advice from spirits: Strength and the Devil.

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Feedback is much appreciated. Remember the universe loves you.

#pick a pile #pick a card #tarot reading #pac #general tarot reading #pick an image #intuitive reading #intuition reading #spirit guides reading #pick a picture #astrology

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christmascoles · 2 years

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my white knight

Summary: Rhaenyra Targaryen never existed. Princess Y/N Targaryen spends her first night with her white knight before marrying her cousin Laenor.

Tags : first time, vaginal sex, nipple play, cock worship, kissing, age difference, breeding, loss of virginity, lot of kisses, he's submissive at first

She looked excitedly at her reflection in the mirror as her servants removed her earrings. Finally her dream was coming true. Y/N Targaryen was going to marry with her gay cousin, not the man she loved, but they let her choose someone to give her first night to. Thanks to gods.. When the door opened, her servants left immediately. And that person showed up at the door.. The reason for the fire in her heart and between her legs since she was a teenager. Her sweet, white knight..

“Princess..’’ Ser Criston nodded his head.

He didn't look up when he saw that the beautiful young woman in front of him was wearing a nightgown. Her silver hair hung down over her shoulders and looked very beautiful.

"I-I-I thought maybe you might change your mind, Princess. I've known you, I've known you since you were a child and..." He seemed to be worried. There was no doubt that he wanted this, but he felt that he was not enough for all this.

“And? Aren't you attracted to me?" She didn't want to force him into anything. Criston's vow was to serve the princess and the royal family. So his vow was not a problem between them.

"No! I.. I desire you very much." Criston Cole was so embarrassed to say it. The young woman smiled as their eyes locked. She liked the embarrassment of the man in front of her. For years she had agonized over her love and affection for him, but now he was finally here.

"What's the problem then?"

"You will soon marry a lord, Princess. I am son of a steward, an insignificant knight, why are you giving me your virginity? This is absurd!"

He added.

"I don't deserve this."

Her gaze softened. So that was the problem between them. Criston didn't think he was worthy of anything. She approached him and closed the distance between them. He touched his face and lifted it carefully. Criston had closed his eyes.

"I'm here, All for you. My body and soul tremble for you. I need you, Ser.’’ When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were the eyes of the woman who looked at him with desire. She was trying to comfort him by slowly opening his armor. You could tell he was tense. He always took care of the princess, it would be okay if she took care of him a little. "Look at my patheticness, you are trying to make me happy when I should be making you happy. You are helping me."

“Hush.’’ She gave him a kiss on the neck. And another and another. When a moan came out of his mouth, she realized it was a light. He wanted it, he just didn't dare. She led him to the bed, sat him down and sat on his lap.

"I've wanted you since I was a teenager, Ser." she said the sentence passionately."I don't care whether you are the son of a steward or not. I am interested in my knight, a clever, handsome, kind-hearted and brave knight who protects me before his life."

Criston smiled.

"Is that really how you see me?" She responded this by kissing his lips.

"Do you want it?" she asked.

He took her chin lightly and pulled her to him and started kissing her. She returned the kiss, she wanted it more than ever. Suddenly he laid her on the bed and took her under him. Then he placed a sensual kiss on her neck. His kisses traveled to her breasts and he licked the tip of one of them. Her breasts were kind of big. He went on and started sucking. Criston treated the other nipple with the same care. Princess Y/N had no trouble getting used to these feelings for the first time. It was exciting yes. But she didn't know where to touch Criston. He took her hands and brought them to his hair.

"You may touch me in any way you wish, Your Grace."

He added.

"I'll do anything for you."

He kept kissing her all the way to her stomach. He slowly pulled her dress down. She lifted herself slightly and let him pull. Now she was completely naked in front of the man in front of her and she was pressing her legs together out of desire. "Let me see you, Your Grace."Encouraged by him, she slowly spread one leg to the side. A moan escaped his mouth and he placed a few kisses on her thighs. "May I?" She nodded. Slowly he moved his lips there and began to lick her clit. She sat up with a moan.

"Wh-what are you doing?" It was a very strange feeling for her. She moaned to loud. Y/N tried to pull him away from her by his hair.

"It's to relax you, my princess." He licked his lips and swallowed. "Does it feel good?"

“Yeah..’’

"Then relax and let go, Princess."

Y/N trusted him even more than herself. Ser Criston took her one leg and put it on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and enjoyed him eating her. She was feeling so good. Her heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and as it continued, she felt that she was getting closer to the end. She came so fast, squirmed, trembled and moaned.

"Your Grace... that was very loud," Criston said.

"Wh-what? Was I too loud?"

"A little," he said and laughed. Criston's lips turned pink. She got up on her knees and went close to him and fell on his lips. She began to taste herself from his lips. It was sweet. As their kiss deepened, she slipped her hand into his pants. He moaned into her mouth.

"Gods! You've been hiding this in your armor all this time." He laughed at what she said.

"My princess,"

"I want to look." she insisted.

He pulled down his pants. His hard, brown, thick cock against his belly made her dizzy. It frightened her at the same time, was this thing going to be inside her soon? She bit her lip.

"Your Grace is free to touch," he said while smiling. But it was true that under that smile was hidden a desire.

His smile was adorable. He was a very handsome man. "Okay, let's give it a try." she said. She grabbed his cock and slid his skin up. He moaned and leaned his head back.

"Your Grace is very talented."

She bent down and licked his cock. Criston began to take deep breaths.

"You okay?"

“Yes.’’ and he said again, "Yes.’’

She licked his cock for a while and took it in her mouth, trying not to touch her teeth. It was huge and left her panting. When she stopped, there was a lot of spit on his cock. "It's hard not to come." Criston said, whimpering. "Save it for later, Ser." Criston immediately took his place on top of her and spread her legs wide. She closed her eyes tightly as he started to slowly insert his cock inside her. She moaned and squeezed the pillow. After a while of going back and forth, he found a rhythm and started to push himself into her, standing on one hand. He was kissing her neck. She didn't even know how he was completely inside of herself. “Ah!’’ The sound of two bodies hitting each other echoed through the room. She loved it. Scented candles accompanied them as her White Knight took her virginity."Do you like it, Princess?" "I still don't know how it all fits," Y/N moaned. "I knew it would fit." He answered. "My sweet little princess." She cried out in lust. Criston sped up."Fucking the royal cunt makes me feel like I'm in heaven."

"Your little cunt was made for me, only me." She was enjoying it so much that she started crying. “You think your husband can fuck you like that?" Criston had it all the way in. "Never." She shuddered and came on Criston's cock with screams. Criston seemed so aroused by her squeezing him. His breathing quickened. "Your Grace, I don't think I can take much more." Y/N said, "Cum inside me." He frowned. He was still going in and out.

"I can't." he said.

"You will, I want you to."

"But it could get you pregnant. Your lord husband.."

"My lord husband won't give a damn. I want your child, Criston."

His breathing quickened and he moaned, releasing her entire load. Taking deep breaths, he let himself fall onto the bed next to her. They were both exhausted. Ser Criston turned to her.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, Criston..

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Going Full Kook

TW: Smut. Language. Soft!Dom

SUMMARY: After your boyfriend, JJ, cheated, you get revenge by giving yourself to The King of the Kooks, Rafe…

WORD COUNT: 2300

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Going Full Kook

You knew you should have listened to your friends when they told you that JJ Maybank was bad news. And yet, the way that he made your heart inflate when he called you 'princess' and smiled with those dimples that made you weak in the knees, their words became non existent. But now, the evidence was something that was undeniable. After having given him the majority of this summer in monogamy and compassion, he was wrapped around some touron with his lips having seemingly dissolved into hers. But that wasn't even the worst detail. This would come in the way that his core friends had all seemingly known, looking to you with that 'oh shit, we're busted' look, which left you feeling the depth of this betrayal.

And this is what brought you to sitting on this particular curb of Tannyhill, your eyes too focused on the street and your thoughts to notice the shift of shadows at your side.

"Finally decided to kick those pogues to the curb huh?" Rafe's voice, usually a means for a smile, was sharpened by his choice of words.

You pulled your legs to your chest, the pain returning tenfold. The thing was, you had one foot in both lifestyles; Kook and pogue, not necessarily more one than the other as you were adored by everyone for your caring heart and ability to vibe with either crowd. But this would not always be without comment, however, as both groups would question how you could be friends with the other, and none more than Rafe himself. Yet, at this moment, you couldn't seem to trust or favor anyone as you were too hurt.

"Oh shit, what'd I say?"

"He…cheated on me..." Rafe sat in silence, complete disbelief washing over his expression as you sucked in those stubborn tears that continued their cascade.

"And everyone covered for him...They all looked at me like I was the odd one out-"

"Well...I mean you are..." You glared at Rafe.

"I mean you're too good for them. I never understood why you ever hung out with them to begin with..." Usually you would defend them because of JJ. But you couldn't. And for the first time you didn't want to. They all knew about this girl and they just let it happen. They let you hurt and the only time it seemed to affect them was when you questioned them by nothing more than your vision alone.

"Fuck it. I'm going full kook-" Rafe's brows lifted in amusement.

"'Bout time...Now we can corrupt you like you were always meant to be." He teased as you found yourself focusing a little too long on his smile, that constant comfort now turning to arousal as the heat pooled between your thighs.

"So where should we start? Running up a bar tab? Maybe go sit at the Wreck while they are there, make Kie having to run her ass off and keep sending stuff back-" But as he continued to list all of these methods of vengeance, you had one of your own. Before you could think twice, you were set over him in a straddle.

"What are you-"

"Make me your girl, Rafe..." The words wore heavy on him, almost as if they had made him into cement or even been spoken in a language he didn't recognize. Either way, he remained in place with the only movement having been that of his eyes falling to your lips.

You would advance forward, realizing you would have to take the initiative. And so you would, fingers softly set at either of his shoulders, you pulled him into you as he was quick to reciprocate, lips slack to let you control the moment you clearly both wanted. He brought you further against him, doing so by just pulling you to him via the grip on your waist, before you wanted to show him your truest desire. With a hand to his jaw, you directed him away so you could kiss the corner of his new smirk, down a clenched jaw, and to his neck.

"I want you to fuck me, Rafe..." With a growl, you were lifted around him and into Tannyhill in an effortless stride. Once in his room, he kicked the door closed with his foot before leading you onto the bed. But as you were prepared to have a distraction session of quick but rough sex, you found his intentions to then rival you.

"This isn't a rebound. If we do this, it means you're mine." He explained while guiding your legs tighter around his hips as you looked back up at him. He was aggressive and dominant, yet in a way that was still compassionate.

"It means you're my girl through and through. No talking to pogues. No going to The Cut for ANY reason-especially to see any of THEM-" He lowered over you, hand on the back of your neck as he brought you in to him.

"And in return, you'll have all of ME." You swallowed hard at the thought. Rafe was a rare breed in many ways. He was born under privilege but always felt emotionally undeserving, which made him lash out with the use of specific vices. But you knew that if ever a girl were lucky enough to keep his focus, he would devote himself to her. But you would turn out to be the lucky one as his devotion was set to you.

"Tell me you understand, sweetheart, and I promise you'll never need anyone else ever again...I'll take care of you in every way..." You couldn't believe your ears. As you had craved these words from JJ, only ever been met with a kiss in its place that distracted you enough to ignore those red flags of distant emotion. But now, you had it spoken to you in abundance, behind a pair of intimidating sapphire irises as desperate for your acceptance as you were to give it.

You nodded as he tightened his grip just enough to not cause pain, but to send your nerves firing on all cylinders.

"I need to hear you say it. Not just because you're hurting...but because you want me. I want to make sure you understand." You nodded.

"Plesse Rafe, I want you..." To this, he led his thumb across your bottom lip to appreciate your kiss-an action you made sultry by taking it between your teeth and sucking on its edge.

"Shit..." You bit softly onto the pad of his finger before he withdrew and pulled you into a deep kiss. A tongue passionately rolling across your parted mouth warranted a moan to which he'd smirk, before he would pull your dress up and over your head. Once nearly bare, you reached for his shirt to find him to stop you, doing it himself, before you were able to trail your touch down his abdomen.

"Fuck..." You breathed, made aware of the figure he held beneath those polos and buttoned plaids until now.

"All yours...and I want you to leave marks, baby...I wanna wear you."

"Rafe..." You breathed into a moan as he'd offer one final kiss before pulling your legs higher against him until you were on your back.

"Did he make you come this way?" You didn't answer as JJ had done and introduced nearly every sexual action possible to you. But even his most erotic of movements didn't compare to Rafe's kiss. This was because his was done out of pure emotion with your release foremost on his mind, as he may not have been patient with much, but eith sex, he was meticulous.

"Well I'll just have to make you come every way I can until you forget you even met him, let alone let him touch you..."

"Oh God..." You moaned as his tongue made it's way from your ankle to your sex, teasing the fabric as your back pulled into an arch.

"I wanna hear my name so I know you're thinking of me baby..." He paused until you looked at him, the most devilish of smirks now on his face. "And then I'll make you scream it-"

You gasped as your panties were literally torn from your hips and he was between your thighs in seconds, tongue at a vicious pace to your clit. His name came through each breath as if it had been the oxygen itself as he then inserted his fingers. One to start, a single circle made just to test your limits before a second would then join, curving into your g-spot as your toes curled to the sensation.

"This feel good, baby?"

"Yes! So good!"

"And this?" He added a third, stretching you well beyond what you were used to as JJ had touched you enough for preparation, but not in longevity. It was clear Rafe was making this about you, and he was nowhere near done.

"Please Rafe-"

"Tell me what you want, sweetheart..."

"You!"

"Not very specific, there..."

"Fuck me!" The desperation made him chuckle as he turned you around and pulled you up until your back came to a rest against his chest.

"Not until I've touched every inch to erase his..." And he would. Every inch from your hair pulled into a grip as you kissed in deep circuits of tongues and interrupted breathing to the polished toes that curled as his fingers returned to your pussy, sobbing for release. Between this, for what seemed endless, he fondled your breasts with care, devoting time to twisting and kneading the nipples while his lips found yours between sets.

"Oh, God, Rafe, please...." You groaned.

"Say it. Say what you want."

"You....to..fuck me..." You struggled as his fingers remained relentless, deep strokes and curls making your body nearly transcend from this moment with him.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

"How? How does my girl wanna come?"

"Any way!"

"No-" He pulled a wrap around your neck. "This isn't about me. This isn’t to appease me. This is about you. About making you mine. So tell me how you want me to make you come-"

"On top. I wanna be-be on top-" Before you could even blink, you were over him in a straddle.

"You sure you want it this way? I won't go easy on you just because you're mine now..."

You threw your head back, claws marking his chest and inciting a growl before he lined himself against you.

"Take it all, baby girl...it's yours now..." You bit your bottom lip upon using him at your pleasure. The way his hips flexed up to meet yours drove you both into perfect rhythm as he groaned beneath you and you moaned above him.

"Look at me..." He ordered as your wrists were taken by only one of his hands as the other stayed on your hip.

"I want you to ride me until you're dripping...let me come inside you...and then you're gonna come sit on your new seat so I can clean you up, okay?" He explained as he liked his lips as you whined as he kept your hands bound before lifting and releasing your hands.

"Good girl, you tske my cock so fuckijg well. See, you were made for me...not some dirty fucking pogue who can't make you come like me...right?"

"Yes!"

"And this is only the start baby...I'm gonna leave you so sore every time I'm with you and you'll take it with a smile because you know it's because it means your mine."

"Yours-"

"Then come for me sweetheart...clench that tight pussy for me...and make me come inside you...come on...jyst like that...oh yeah...yes...fuck...." He spoke as you accelerated your speed, your body reacting to his in arches and groans before he drew lines on your thighs as his own spine bent in pleasure.

"Oh God, baby...keep going...use me to make it feel good...use that cock, your cock, yeah?"

"Yes, Rafe! I'm close-"

"Yeah? You gonna come?"

"Yes! It's right there! Please!" He pulled your hands behind your back with one hand, taking your neck in the other.

"Fuck, I'm close, not gonna last long once you cream, baby-but I want it...give it to me, yeah?" Your body trembled as that release washed over you. His dirty words and his angelic features comprising in this moment as you reached your high and unlocked his own.

He would hold you in place, keeping himself inside of you before taking your face between his hands, the softest of kisses sealing this exchange with perfection.

The swelter of summer rivaled the heat of your passion. There wasn't a moment when you were together that your bodies weren't somehow intertwined. Even more so at functions with any pogue's involvement. And the bonfire of the summer would bring both groups together, allowing Rafe to show JJ just what he had lost. But the hotheads they were, a physical altercation would lead to a brawl of busted knuckles until Pope and Topper became the dividends between the two groups. But where you should have felt guilt or even disgust teetering in annoyance, you were solely aroused. Blood splattered across his cheek and that need to defend you behind eyes blown in aggression had you moving to him in passion.

"Come here..." Rafe directed you to his lips, his hands quickly in acceptance to your body as you were shamelessly affectionate. And this was how you would exist from this moment out. Embedded into one another. Passionately intertwined...

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