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Tears and Cake(NSFW)

Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KURAPIKA!! 💗💗💗

warnings: nsfw, oral(f!receiving), breeding kink, creampie, pregnancy

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Since the massacre, Kurapika has spent his birthdays alone and in silence. Sometimes he’d get himself a little treat to celebrate the special occasions, but most of the time his birthday would pass by without him even noticing.

That was, until he met you.

The two of you had met up for some coffee and snacks while he was in town, and the topic of birthdays came up.

“Yeah, my birthday is actually next month!” you said, watching his eyes widen slightly.

“Really? I’ll have to send you a gift. I’ll be busy, but I promise I’ll come to celebrate with you when I’m able.”

“That’s okay. And yours?”

Kurapika blinked, looking at you. “My what?”

“Your birthday. I told you mine, what about yours?”

For a moment, he considered whether he should tell you or not. It wasn’t a day he liked talking about… not anymore.

But the way you looked at him, as if you were already planning something made his heart twist. It was important to you, so it would be important to him.

“It’s… April 4th.”

“Oh, so 4/4? That’s pretty cool!”

And that was that. The topic changed to something business related, and when the two of you were full of coffee and baked goods, you parted so he could go and get some work done.

‘Now, it’s time to plan his birthday…’

———————

Kurapika was swamped at with work lately, juggling being a bodyguard while also trying to find information on the Phantom Troupe and possible locations of the scarlet eyes.

The days were blending together, and he struggled to remember what day of the week it was most days, much less what day of the month it was.

So when you called him up asking if he’d be free that weekend, he cleared his schedule for a much needed break.

After all, you were really the only person he made time for these days. The two of you had been dating for about a year now. He always felt a bit bad about not spending enough time with you. You never asked for much though, and with how excited you were over the phone, how could he say no?

That didn’t mean he was super excited. Kurapika was exhausted, both physically and mentally drained. He slept nearly the entire train ride to your hometown, and was still tired when he hailed a taxi to your place.

By the time he got there, the sun was setting, casting your apartment in an orange glow. The stairs up to your apartment door felt so familiar. He’d walked up the flight a hundred times, usually carrying chocolates or flowers to make up for his long absences.

And now he was at your doorstep, knocking with one hand while carrying a plush in the other. He had found the thing in his travels, something he knew you liked to collect. Kurapika couldn’t wait to see the look of surprise on your face when you saw he had found the exact one you had been looking for.

When you opened the door, he sighed in contentment. Just getting to see you in person already put his mind at ease. Every second he was away from you, Kurapika worried over you and your safety. After all, there were a lot of people out for Kurapika’s head. It made sense that you would have a target on your back due to this, which was why you were occasionally visited by his close friends for wellness checks.

He adore you endlessly, it was evident in the way he melted the second your eyes lit up at both him and the plush in his arms. “Oh, you found it! Eeek!”

You grabbed it from his arm, squealing in delight and spinning in a circle. “I love it, thank you so much, Pika!”

Kurapika walked in after you cracked the door open a bit, his eyes soft. It smelled sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon. A bouquet of flowers sat on the kitchen table, and he blushed to think you may have picked them up for his visit.

“It was no trouble, love. I’m happy whenever you’re happy.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you couldn’t help but lean against him, wanting his attention. “Mmph… missed you so much, Pika…”

His own cheeks turned a pale pink as he wrapped his arms around you, his lips placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Missed you too, angel. More than you could ever know.”

Kurapika knew that even you, someone who was more patient and kind than anyone he knew could get lonely sometimes. The guilt of being away from you more often than by your side ate away at him, and sometimes he wondered if being with someone who could give you more attention might be better for you in the long run.

But as you led him to the kitchen, unable to keep the excited smile off your face, he realized how much you truly loved him, and that the prospect of you loving another would never come true.

On the table was a small chocolate cake, with strawberries and candles placed neatly on the top. Sitting nearby were a few presents, and another bouquet of flowers too.

“Happy birthday, Kurapika!”

For a moment, Kurapika was in shock. He’d been so busy that he hadn’t even remembered that his birthday was that weekend. But you had, and his heart thumped against his chest with love and affection for you.

“Kurapika… are you alright?”

He didn’t realize he had started to cry until your gentle hands were wiping away his tears. He blinked, his expression shifting to one of devotion and gratitude.

“Oh, my angel… this is all for me?”

You nodded, smiling as you sat him down in front of his cake. He blushed when you took out your phone and pressed record. Kurapika usually didn’t like being on camera, but with you it was different. He knew you just wanted to capture the moment to look back on later… and he loved that about you.

As you sang happy birthday to him, Kurapika knew that one day, you would be his wife. He thought he had been sure before, but now it was all clear to him.

For a while before you met, his future was blank for him. He didn’t plan anything, knowing there was a possibility he could die attempting to complete his mission.

But with you… he could almost picture your wedding day. Him in traditional Kurta attire, and you in a white gown. It was so clear, he could imagine the day the two of you hunched over a pregnancy test, and him pulling you in for a kiss when it was positive.

When he blew out the candles, Kurapika could only think of one wish he would ever want to come true.

‘I want to stay with (Name) forever…’

“Made your wish?” you asked, giving his cheek a kiss. The blonde smiled, sighing contentedly as he leaned into your touch.

“Mhm… I did.”

The presents were all wonderful, ranging from a scarf you knitted yourself, to a pair of ruby earrings that matched his eyes. Each item was tucked carefully away into his satchel, where he promised to the gods above that he would give back to you tenfold.

This love, this adoration was almost overwhelming, and as you smiled at him in bed, he couldn’t help but act out his feelings by pulling you closer.

“I want you…” he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. “It’s been too long since I’ve pleased you. Please, my angel… let me make you feel good.”

Your cheeks heated up, and you pouted just a little. “B-but it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be pleasing you?”

He chuckled, moving to hover above you. “My love, making you cum pleases me more than anything else.”

“O-oh…” you couldn’t protest one bit as he removed your pajama pants, giving your lacy panties a soft smirk.

“It’s like you planned for this, (Name). Aren’t these the panties I bought for last week?”

You nodded, trying to hide your flustered face. “I was… hoping we would… be intimate tonight.”

Kurapika felt bad for just a moment… he had only thought about how much he had been craving you… but how about the longing you felt? How long had his little angel been waiting for him to make love to her? It had been at least two months…

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I should be taking better care of you…”

He gave a soft lick to the wet spot already forming on your panties, groaning at the taste of your arousal on his tongue. “Need it…”

Your panties were off in a second, and his face was buried between your thighs. It felt amazing, and you were cumming within a minute. His tongue circling your clit, his fingers thrusting into your needy cunt was too much for you to take, especially after going without for so long.

“P-Pika!”

The little pants and moans that left your mouth when you came were enough to get his cock rock hard, painfully pressing against his pants. He was quick to tug off his pants and boxers, desperate to be inside of your warm cunt.

“F-fuck, (Name)… so sorry, angel, need you so bad.”

Usually, Kurapika spent a lot more time between your legs, often leaving your thighs shaking from overstimulation… but today he was too needy.

He snapped his hips against yours, sinking into you until he was buried to the hilt. The whine you let out as your pussy clenched around him was enough to have him rutting into you like an animal.

Kurapika was usually such a gentle lover, but something had snapped inside of him tonight. He needed you like a man dying of thirst needed water. You weren’t just part of his life, you were essential.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to cum together, considering how long you both had gone without another. He kissed you as his cum painted your walls, softly moving his hips as he came down from his high.

You were both exhausted after, but completely happy and satisfied at the same time. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little when you yawned, nuzzling your face against his chest.

“My sleepy girl…”

He placed a kiss on your forehead before he carried you to the bathroom for a quick bath. If Kurapika was good at anything, it was aftercare. He always made you feel appreciated and beautiful, his hands cleaning away the sweat and cum from your body as you sleepily clung to him.

When he wrapped a fluffy towel around you, gently drying you off, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Got… one last present for you, Pika…”

He tilted his head. “Another? But you’ve already given me so much, I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

You smiled, reaching into the drawer by your bed. “Oh, it’s something you’ve been wanting for a while.”

After he helped dress you in comfy, warm pajamas, he yawned, taking the box from your hands. “Open it…”

Kurapika couldn’t believe his eyes. He had to look several times, the usual brown shade turning scarlet as tears fell down his cheeks.

“You’re… pregnant?”

Inside the box was a pregnancy test with two lines showing. You nodded, giggling in delight when he pulled you into his arms.

Kurapika sobbed, unable to stop himself from crying as you rubbed his back. “My angel… oh my love, you’re carrying our baby?”

“Yes… I found out a few weeks ago. It’s been hard hiding it, but I thought revealing it today would be more special-“

He covered your face and neck in kisses, kneeling before you so he could lift your shirt. It was like a devoted believer kneeling before their goddess in prayer, his lips soft on your belly.

The future that he had been looking forward to was already here… his girlfriend was pregnant, they were in love, and now he could only think of one thing.

“Marry me, (Name).”

And you said yes, your own eyes filling with tears as you embraced. He didn’t have a ring now, but by god he would get you the best one there was as soon as possible. You would get everything you wanted, he was devoted to you, body and soul.

As the two of you fell asleep that night, Kurapika felt grateful, and so goddamn happy. He had so many things to look forward to, so many reasons to keep living when he thought he would never even make it into his 20s.

But today, he was 21, engaged, and a father to be.

This was the best birthday of his life… and he would never forget it as long as he lived.

Losing your virginity with Itachi headcanons

a/n: last month i started watching Shippuden for the first time (I read almost all the manga like ten years ago), and I've fallen again in the Itachi phase I went through back then. Also, English is not my mother tongue, so there might be spelling or grammar mistakes, or weird expressions. Likes and reblogs are appreciated! ♡

Characters: Itachi Uchiha.

Genre: nsfw, a bit fluff.

Warnings: fem!reader, penetration, oral sex (fem receiving). (Tell me if I should add something else).

Wordcount: 1.1k

You knew each other since you were kids. At first you were friends, but your relationship evolved, and now you’re lovers.

I can’t imagine Itachi having sporadic encounters. I see him as somebody who wants the whole relationship experience. If you want his body, you must accept him as your boyfriend.

That being said, your first time was also his first time.

Up until now, you have made out with each other, but things have never gone any further.

It was you who proposed doing something more. Itachi is very respectful, and he didn’t want to pressure you, so he had never said anything before

In the middle of your make out session, you wanted to do more, and he eagerly agreed.

Itachi keeps things simple on your first time: missionary style in a bed. There will be more times to experiment, now he wants to play safe. Plus, he thinks it’s a pretty intimate position, that allows you to look at each other. He doesn’t want to miss any of your reactions.

No doubts that while he was in Anbu, Kakashi lent him some of his erotic novels. That’s all his previous knowledge.

Lots of kissing while you undress each other. Itachi is going to take his sweet time admiring every inch of your body. And he constantly compliments you, saying how beautiful you are.

He’s completely selfless in bed, and he cares more about you own pleasure than his own. And this is a special occasion, so he’ll worship you as you deserve.

I picture him as a boob guy, so he’s going to pay a considerable amount of attention to each one. He massages one, rubbing the nipple, while he sucks and kisses the other one, slightly biting your other nipple.

Then he continues going down your body, and he eats you until you cum at least twice. He wants you to get really wet for what’s coming later.

As it’s his first time, his skills may not be the best yet. But being a ninja, he has full knowledge of the human body, and he definitely knows where the clit is.

He’s also very intuitive, and he will pay attention to all your reactions, and see what works out and what doesn’t.

While he’s eating you, he loves looking up at you and see your boobs, and your facial expressions of pleasure.

Please, pull his hair. It turns him on.

Then he introduces two fingers and starts carefully stretching you a little.

I didn’t say it before, but he’s consent king. Every time he’s doing something different, he’s asking you if you’re comfortable or if you want to stop.

No, but really, you may even think that he’s asking you too many times.

“Please, stop talking, and do something else with your tongue.”

jk, but if you say something like that, while grabbing his hair and guiding him back to your pussy, he will get incredibly turned on.

Please, moan his name, it’s music to his ears. It also boosts his ego thinking that he’s the one making you say such lewd noises.

He has to force himself to stop eating you. He could do it all day because you taste sooo good. He has found his new favourite dessert.

Once he’s done with you down there, he gets ready to get inside you.

He asks you once more if you want to continue.

When you agree, he slips his dick along your slit, before getting slowly inside you. At the same time, he incessantly kisses your lips and your neck, while massaging your boobs. He understands that getting used to his size may be a bit uncomfortable for you, so he wants you to be as excited as possible.

Talking about size, his girth is average, but it’s a bit longer (16.5 – 17cm), with the head slightly curved upwards. Perfect to hit all the right spots.

Once he gets fully in you, he stops so you get used to the new feeling. He continues kissing you, with brief pauses to praise you, and tell you how much of a good job you’re doing. He’s very vocal praising you.

When you move your hips wanting more, he gets the hint, and he starts a slow but constant pace.

Itachi’s on cloud nine. He can’t believe how good it feels to be inside you, how well your walls adapt to him. But he has to use every ounce of self-control to not go any faster. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.

More kisses all over your upper body. He will leave hickeys too.

He wants to hear you moaning his name.

Bonus points if you pull his hair or scratch his back.

Dirty talk too. While he thrusts into you, and rubs your nipple, he whispers in your ear how much of a good girl you are, with that soft and low voice of his.

He smirks if he notices that his voice increases your arousal.

He pays attention to your expression when he thrusts into you. When he notices that spot that makes you moan his name even louder, he makes it his mission to hit it constantly.

When you’re close, he rubs your clit to increase your pleasure.

He won’t cum until you do it first.

He doesn’t moan much during sex, but he lets a low one escape when he’s done.

When you two are done, he will slowly pull out of you. It’s your first time, so he’s being extremely nice. There will be more times in the future to overstimulate you (this boy is already planning things 🤭).

King of aftercare (is there anything he’s not king of?)

Lots of kissing and cuddling. It’s ok if you doze off a bit, but he won’t let you fell asleep. At least you have to get up and pee. He read that it’s healthier to do it after having sex, so you can’t refuse.

He also brings you water, and some snacks if you tell him that you’re feeling hungry. He starts preparing a hot bath for you two.

He cleans you up thoroughly before you get into the bath (think about Japanese baths), and he uses this as an excuse to caress and massage again every inch of your body. He will melt if you do the same to him (poor baby is touch starved 🥺) (I promise to write something where reader worships him because he deserves it).

You take a long bath. He embraces you, and he lovingly caresses your tummy, while you draw circles on his forearms.

Itachi is on seventh heaven. He wishes this moment to last forever.

You get out when the water starts to cool. You go to bed and cuddle until you fall asleep.

Good morning, dumbi. For your event, I'll like to request the following for Zhongli (as Rex Lapis): a medium bouquet of sunflowers (Red String of Fate) and spider lilies (on Guizhong's part), wrapped in paper.

hello dear ! thank you for your request, here is your bouquet :

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guizhong’s eyes narrowed at the sight of you two. through her mind ran some… not so friendly thoughts towards you. she was mainly confused. how could a mere mortal be the soulmate of rex lapis? as much as she tried to wrap her head around it, the red string around both your pinkies did little to help her understand.

she watched on as the pair of you shared a pot of specially brewed tea, something she and morax once did. her eyes tracked the easy conversation and soft smiles you shared before trailing down to her own cup of tea. taking a sip, she couldn’t help but sigh. it no longer tasted the same as it once had, being no more than a regular brew. she placed her cup down with a soft clink before gazing off at a small bird nearby. soon after, another joined, the two of them chirping happily before a third joined them. the new bird and the second then promptly flew away, leaving only the first bird, all alone. guizhong frowned at the sight, it felt as though mother nature herself had it out for her.

with a determination she’d never felt before, guizhong decided to wait. wait for you to leave, for morax to seek her out. wait to show him the fragile pieces of her heart that you so blamelessly shattered. for him to hold her face so tenderly, wiping her tears and whispering apologies and praises for waiting.

she knew deep down that this would never happen. but there was nothing else she could do, or more than her heart would break. this mask, a finely crafted facade. thinly veiled jealously hidden with small smiles when you lock eyes. the rare occasions when she and the other adept i were invited to dinner: she manages to sit right next to morax every time without complaint from anyone. her willingness to help you craft gifts for rex lapis - you knew to go to guizhong because she knew him best. better than anyone else, even his soulmate. it was little things like that that she hung onto, desperately clinging onto fleeting moments that connected her with the love of her life. she’d do anything to keep things like this, at least she could still see rex lapis’ benign smile that mirrored your own. she could still hear that silky smooth baritone voice as it told you honest truths and confessions of love.

maybe she was asking for too much. it was clear to anyone that the two of you were happy, content as soulmates and lovers. so to want more, more than any friend should have… it broke her heart to know how much she could hurt him.

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MayI plz have Shin, Mai and Shunsuke relationship headcanons? :D

Yes of course dear nonnie, I enjoyed writing for this! Here you go! <333 (Also omg I love Mai a lot like I would love to bake with her! <3)

-Ashy 💖

General relationship headcanons for Shin, Mai and Shunsuke

Warnings: None!

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Reblogs/Comments are appreciated!

Shin Tsukimi (Sou Hiyori)

Honestly, if you manage to get into a relationship with him, then I must applaud you for that since he isn’t exactly the type to put his trust into someone so easily (blame Midori for that)

And continuing from the first point, at the beginning of your relationship, he’ll need some time before fully opening up to you.

But once he does, he’s so soft for you

Definitely touch-starved af, he’ll accept any hugs/kisses/hand-holding from you!

Expect him to tease you a lot but he’ll never go too far with the teasing, he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about yourself.

Will DEFINITELY give you his scarf and/or beanie if you’re feeling cold or if you ask him

Loves to spend as much time with you as possible since he works at a store everyday, so dates are pretty common for you two whether it’d be going out to a place or just staying at home cuddling together

If he hears someone talk badly about you, he will not hesitate to shut them down with a witty remark

Also please reassure and comfort him because he’s really insecure deep down

Shin trusts and loves you with all his heart, you’ve shown him that he can depend on others, he can depend on you for help and he’s really grateful to you for that.

Mai Tsurugi

Very affectionate and sweet towards you

Want a hug? Immediately cuddles you. Want a kiss? She’ll give you multiple kisses! (Of course only if you’re fine with it)

LOVES to squish your cheeks a lot! She says that you look cute with your cheeks squished

Expect to hear compliments from her often, sometimes she can’t help but brag about you to others!

Adding on to the previous point, she likes seeing you get flustered from all the compliments and affection she’s giving you

The petnames that she gives you are all related to pastries, desserts, baking, etc. (Honey, Cupcake, Muffin)

Ok this one is pretty obvious but…BAKING is something you two will do frequently!

And even if you’re not exactly the best at baking, Mai will be there to help <3

Relating to baking and food in general, she’ll definitely bake you some pastries and even let you taste any new baked goods she has made. Mai will always make sure you have eaten something especially if you’re having a bad day

And of course, Mai knows that you’ll do the same thing for her whenever she’s feeling down. Everything that she does is because of her love for you, her desire to show love to you and she’ll make sure that you know how much she loves you.

Shunsuke Hayasaka

He is so sweet and caring towards you like omg—

And at the same time, he gets easily flustered especially because he doesn’t have that much experience when it comes to romantic relationships.

As such, you’re gonna have to be the one to initiate the lovey-dovey stuff since he’s a bit shy to do it himself

He feels pretty bad about it but you always reassure him that it’s ok and that you guys can take it slow

This man is also pretty insecure deep down and would at times question on how he managed to be in relationship with someone as amazing and special as you. (Please tell him that’s he doing a great job as your bf)

I will say that while he may be shy/timid BUT when the situation calls, that shyness will disappear and he’ll immediately defend you with no hesitation.

I can just imagine him putting love notes around the house since he works at an office

He’ll also call you during his break time to check up on you and talk about stuff!

The type to gift you flowers every time there’s a special occasion such as your birthday and have a date at a fancy restaurant

A true gentleman who will always strive to be a better person for you and for himself. (Get you a man like Hayasaka <3)

Okay okay, I’ve been trying to get someone to write this for a while- and it will probably need to be a longer fic... but here we go:

I bet u anything Derek gives Spence horrible date ideas. So u come home one day and careless whisper is playing. There are rose petals and he’s in a suit bit without a shirt. And he tries to be more dominating and he’s obvi so uncomfortable. So u bring out a surprise you had been saving for a special occasion. U make him put on a pretty dress or pretty lingerie. He did all of that Bc Derek said some stupid thing about how girls like dominant guys, and even tells Spence what to say. Spence is made super insecure by Derek’s “alpha male” persona and him saying that that is what girls like. Reader reassures him she loves him, and pegs him? Possible mommy kink? Ty!!!

Omg YES! Thank you for your request!! This is such an interesting prompt! So yes to everything except for the pegging lol. Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me excluding that I’m just not comfy writing it atm. Maybe I can give it a try in the future tho lol.

But I love everything else!! I love me some subby spence. I hope you enjoy my interpretation of your idea!

CW: lingerie, oral sex female and male receiving, sperm consumption(lol), mommy kink, sub!spence, dom!reader, tiny tiny bit of degrading, hickeys

REMINDER: IF YOU LIKE MY FICS REBLOG THEM PLEASE! It helps a lot! <3

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Spencer’s POV

“Are you sure? This isn’t really something I’d normally do” I told Morgan as we poured ourselves coffee over my the kitchen.

“Yes pretty boy trust me. You just gotta assert dominance, women love that” He insisted confidently. He claims he knows everything there is to know about women and constantly says he doesn’t know how I landed someone like y/n.

I’ll admit, she’s definitely out of my league. But I didn’t win her over by acting like Morgan says I should act.

I shake my head, “She’s never told me she likes that though”

“Of course she hasn’t, that’s the kind of thing they just expect us to do” Morgan leans on the counter and I do the same.

I suppose he does have a point, women usually don’t wanna have to ask for certain stuff.

“Alright, I guess I could give it a try” I give in, thinking this may work.

He smiles wide, “Atta boy”

~~~

I get in her apartment using the spare key she gave me. As soon as I got her text letting me know she was on her way home I started getting ready. I made a trail of rose petals from the door to the her bedroom and lit some candles. I put on the suit…without a shirt under it. That part was questionable but I’m deciding to trust Morgan.

As much as I hate to admit it, Morgan does attract a lot of women. He’s strong and assertive and I’m not. Every day I wonder how I managed to end up with someone like y/n. So even though this isn’t really my style maybe she’ll like it. And that’s all I really care about; I just wanna make her happy.

I dimmed the lights and waited. Once I heard the keys jingling on the other side of the door I fumbled with my phone and frantically put on careless whisper like Morgan told me to. I leaned against the door frame trying my hardest to seem confident and…masculine? I’m not sure but she’s already here and my heart is pounding.

Your POV

I walk in the door and I’m immediately met with rose petals on the floor and the sound of careless whisper in the background. The whole apartment is only lit up by candlelight. I can’t help but giggle and blush as I drop my things and take off my shoes.

“Spence? What is thi—” I’m left speechless as I spot Spencer leaning on the doorframe of my room, with a suit and no shirt on.

I can’t deny he looks incredibly sexy, but the poor thing doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself.

I chuckle a bit and he smiles nervously at me. “Baby what is all this?”

He walks over to me and grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer to him. “Take off your clothes”

I can tell he’s nervous, he took a big gulp after giving me the command. If it weren’t for his demeanor I’d drop my panties on the spot; but I can tell something’s not right.

“Baby this isn’t like you, what’s—”

Spencer cuts me off with a passionate kiss. It’s an amazing kiss I’ll give him that, but still, something’s off.

“I said take off your clothes,” he hesitates for a second, “I’m gonna fuck you all night babygirl”

I cringe, he cringes in response. He lets out a frustrated sigh and drops his head on my shoulder.

I run my fingers through his long messy hair. “Spencer, tell me what’s going on. Clearly something’s wrong”

He sighs again and lifts his head back up to face me. “Morgan told me to do this. He told me women like masculine, dominant men. And he told me to wear this and say those things and I listened to him because—” he stopped himself.

“Because what baby?”

“Because I’m afraid I’m not manly or strong enough for you and Morgan is the poster child for manliness”

I can’t help but laugh in amusement at how much this genius has over complicated things for himself.

“Spencer, listen to me,” I put my arms over his neck and he kept his hands on my waist. “I fell in love with you, not Morgan. If I wanted a man like Morgan I would be with a man like Morgan. You are incredibly sexy to me just the way you are okay? And a big alpha male personality with big muscles doesn’t determine how masculine you are. You could be in a pretty dress and still be the manliest man in the room”

Spencer smiled at the idea and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “I love you pretty boy, just the way you are” I looked into his eyes and his blush intensified.

“I love you too y/n”

That’s when the idea popped in my head and a devilish grin creeped on my face.

He furrowed his brows in confusion, “What are you thinking?”

“Well,” I ran my hands down his chest and abdomen, “while I can’t deny you look very sexy in this suit, I have something else for you that I’ve been dying for you to wear; for me?” I look up at him with big doe eyes and he smiles.

“What it is darling?” His voice deepens.

“Hold on,” I run excitedly to my room and dig for the paper bag in my closet. “Close your eyes!” I yell out to him. The wonderful voice of George Michael still playing in the background.

I take out a little pink lacey babydoll dress and matching lacey panties. Just thinking about him wearing it turns me on.

I run back out to find him with his eyes closed. I hold the pieces in front of me. “Open your eyes”

He opens his eyes and they go wide, but so does his grin.

“Remember how we talked about me being into you wearing stuff like this?” I ask

“Yeah”

“Well I got this for you. Would you like to put it on?”

He reached out to touch the lacey dress and blushes.

“Yes, I would” he says with full confidence.

I can’t help getting all giddy and excited. He takes the pieces and goes into the bathroom. And I wait for him whilst being filled with anticipation.

He walks out and the moment I lay my eyes on him I can feel myself get instantly wet.

Before me stands Dr. Spencer Reid in a pink lacey babydoll and matching panties that can barely contain his slightly erect dick.

Holy shit

“Oh” a mixture of surprise and a small moan escapes my lips.

“Oh good? Oh bad?” He asked nervously

“Oh absolutely wonderful” I strode towards him to kiss him, pulling him towards me hungrily. He pulled me closer as well, as if desperate to feel more of me. And the more we pulled the more I felt his arousal grow; whilst mine pooled in my panties.

I broke the kiss to ask, “How do you feel?”

He smiled, “I-I feel really sexy” he laughed as if in disbelief that he felt this way.

“You look sexy” I affirmed, gawking at him and palming his growth.

He was caught off guard by my gesture and groaned with pleasure. Lust began taking over.

“Do you still wanna dominate me?”

“No”

“Then what do you want baby boy?” I whispered into his lips and his eyes fluttered closed.

“I want you to dominate me. And I wanna make you feel good” He moaned as I rubbed his cock that was begging to break free of the thin lace panties.

I tug on the back of his hair, “Where are your manners?”

“Ah! C-can I please make you feel good mommy?” His voice is whiny and pathetic, and I love it.

“Yes you can baby boy”

We kissed again. Sloppy and wet. His tongue danced with mine and my teeth pulled on his pretty bottom lip. I never stopped rubbing his dick and I can tell it’s driving him mad. His breathing is staggered and his kisses are hungry and desperate.

I pushed him to the wall and took off my shirt. I stared at him; his needy, disheveled self. He looked so pretty as he begged me to touch him with his eyes.

“Look at you, you’re such a mess, puppy. Do you wanna cum?” I teased with a mocking pout.

He nodded vigorously. That won’t do.

“Use your words Spencer”

“Yes, yes I wanna cum so badly please” he moaned, meanwhile I wasn’t even touching him.

“Not yet baby boy, first I’m gonna ride your face. You can’t touch yourself. And after I’m done I’m gonna suck that pretty cock of yours,” I leaned into his ear, licking his earlobe, making him shudder and said, “and if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you fuck my face”

“Shit” he cursed under his breath.

“Go lay on the bed” I commanded and he practically ran to the bed and laid down. Meanwhile I took off the rest of my clothes. I walked over to him and positioned myself right above his face.

He stared up at me with admiration as his hands caressed my thighs and ass.

I combed my fingers through his hair and asked, “Are you ready baby?”

He nodded, “Yes mommy”

I love hearing that almost as much as he loves saying it.

I lowered myself on his face as he stared into my core, filled with anticipation. He attached his lips to mine and stuck out his tongue to lick a long stripe through my folds. A small moan escapes my mouth and I feel his hips buck desperately behind me.

Spencer continues to lick, slowly picking up his pace, as I start grinding back and forth on his face. Sometimes I worry about him not being able to breathe but he’s assured me he’ll let me know when he’s about to pass out.

My hands are now tangled in his hair, pulling and gripping as he sends tingling sensations through my body with his mouth. I’m a moaning, panting mess as I ride his face and he groans into my pussy in response.

“Fuck baby that feels so good” I breathe out.

“Am I being a good boy?” He says in between kisses with my folds.

“So good”

“Can I please touch myself?” He begs. I feel him writhing desperately under me, bucking his hips, his hands itching to touch himself. He’s so needy.

“You know I love it when you beg pretty boy but don’t be greedy”

He whines in frustration but I know he won’t disobey me. And he secretly loves it when I don’t give him what he wants.

His hands grip into my thighs as his licking and sucking intensifies. At this point I’m screaming. I feel the pressure building and rising and—

“Oh Spence!” I cry out as my orgasm rises and pulses through my body. I shake uncontrollably and he has to keep my thighs from crushing him.

I ride out my high before moving away from his face. I’m met with his messy hair, his red cheeks and glossy lips that have been coated with my wetness. I kiss him and taste myself. I then start leaving trails of licks and kisses down his neck, earning me a few wonderful whimpers.

“You want me to mark you?” I stare up at him.

“Y-yes please”

I move further down to his chest and start leaving a few hickeys. Some on his chest, some on his stomach. Once I reach just above his lacey panties, where his cock is peaking out I stop and he whines.

He lifts his head to look at me and I tell him to stand up.

“My knees will give out” he pants.

“You’re gonna have to be strong if you wanna fuck my face baby” that was more than enough motivation.

Once we’re off the bed I get on my knees in front of him. I start to rub his erection through the panties whilst he pets my head.

“God I love you in these” I gawk at how sexy he looks right now. And to think Morgan told him to be more macho.

I pull the panties down and his cock springs free. I start to pump very slowly and stare right at him. He’s trying his hardest to keep his eyes open and maintain eye contact cause he knows I love it.

My pace is still painfully slow as I introduce my tongue and just lick around the tip. I feel his knees shaking and hear whimpers and groans escape his lips. He’s getting impatient.

“Use your words puppy”

“Oh, fuck, please” he pants

“Please what?” I tease

“Please mommy, suck my dick. I can’t take it anymore” a single tear falls down his cheek.

I pout at him, actually feeling a bit of pity for him, “Poor baby. Okay, I’ll suck your dick and you can fuck my face. Fuck it until you cum”

He nods vigorously, I’ll let it slide this time.

And so I don’t tease him any longer. I take all of him in my mouth and begin to suck. A string of cuss words and moans can be heard and the sweet sounds make me wet all over again. I slip my hand down and start rubbing my clit.

“That’s…not…fair” he protests in between his groans of pleasure.

“Who makes the rules baby boy? Hmm?” I continue to pump his dick.

“Ugh come on” he groans again, desperate to have my mouth back on his cock.

“Answer the question and my throat is yours”

“You,” he blurts out, “you make the rules mommy” he bucks his hips into my hand.

“Good boy” I moan as I’m still fingering myself.

I put his dick back in my mouth and let him start to buck his hips into it. He knows not to go too far but he occasionally makes me gag a bit. His knees are shaking again, and his face is scrunching up in the cutest way. He’s nearing his orgasm and so am I.

“Oh baby I’m gonna—” he doesn’t finish his sentence as with his last few strokes he’s cuming into my mouth. He lets out one last cry of pure ecstasy. I make sure to get every last drop as my orgasm is still rising. He abruptly lifts me up and throws me on the bed, he leans down and starts to lick my clit aggressively, helping me reach my climax.

I only last a few more seconds before I’m convulsing on the bed once more. Once we’ve both ridden our highs he drops down onto the bed next to me.

The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing. We look at each other and laugh.

“Hey that was pretty dominant” I say, referring to his last move.

He chuckles, “Yeah I guess so. I won’t do it again if you don’t—”

“No I liked it,” I reassured him. He smiled.

“I just want you to feel comfortable with me baby. And if you wanna try something different, if you wanna be more dominant, I’m okay with that” I turned on my side to face him, he does the same.

“Thank you. And I might try it. But I enjoy the way we do it now” he pushes a strand of hair away from my face.

I take his hand and kiss it, “You like being my bitch?”

This earns me a cackle from him, I laugh along with him. “Whatever makes you happy”

I smile. “Well if you wanna make me happy, never take that off”

“You know it’s actually pretty comfortable. Could we get more?” He looks down at himself and plays with the edges of the lace.

“I can get you all the lingerie in the world Spence”

➵ HOW THE HQ BOYS PROPOSE TO YOU

characters: timeskip!oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi

req by @supermisunderstoodoceans: Hii!! I'm new to this app and your new follower 🥺. Can I request how the hq boys would propose to their s/o for marriage with the members Kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, sakusa and ushijima👉🏻👈🏻. Thank you ☺️☺️. Love you lots ❤️❤️ (part 2 with the rest of the boys coming soon!)

type/genre: headcanons; proposal, cheesy declarations of love, talks about marriage, FLUFF!!! the boys being hopelessly in love

a/n: not proofread, sorry if there are any errors in this :,) thanks for requesting bby!! i had to cut this into two bc i got carried away, hope ya don’t mind <33

OIKAWA TOORU ➞ oikawa shoots you a charming smile, his cheeks glowing radiantly. the two of you walk hand in hand on the beach, warm sand occasionally tickling your feet. you’re enjoying the peaceful scenery, head turned towards the sea as you watch the slowly setting sun. “thanks for bringing me here, tooru. it’s so beautiful,” you say, breathing in the salty air. oikawa hums, reaching out to hold your other hand in his, bringing your attention back to him. he brushes his thumb against your cheekbone and smiles,

“mi amor, you have been the greatest blessing in my life. you have always stayed by my side even though i know i’m not always the easiest to be around.” he gives your hand a tight squeeze, the tears forming in his eyes matching that of yours. “you understand me in ways no one else ever did, and i’m eternally grateful that fate has brought you to me and that they’ve allowed me to call you mine. thank you for being the wonderful person that you are. i love you so so much and i never want to lose you, will you marry me?”

AKAASHI KEIJI ➞ akaashi invites you to go on a walk with him after enjoying a nice dinner the two of you cooked together. you don’t really think twice about it because the two of you do go on walks pretty often anyways. you grasp his hand, snuggling closer as the chilly night air nips at your skin. “my love, do you remember our first date?” he asks, placing a small peck on the back of your hand that’s intertwined with his. “mhm! we went on a cute little picnic in this exact same park, right?” you smile brightly at him.

he nods, holding your gaze with a sort of tenderness in his eyes, “y/n, from the moment i met you, i’ve always known that you are perfect for me, as cheesy as it sounds. i still don’t know for certain whether soulmates are real or if they are merely a product of the human mind—but when i’m with you, i feel like nothing else matters.” he presses his lips together and gives you a shaky smile, but his eyes are sure and steady. “i have loved you for so many years and i know i will not stop loving you ‘til my very last breath. i can’t bear to even think about how life would be like without you by my side, so, will you marry me?”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI ➞ sakusa insists on doing all the cooking tonight, you’ll just have to sit back and relax. if you’re being honest, he really knows his way around the kitchen. his meals aren’t fancy, nor are they super intricate, but they always taste like home. “how’d you like the omelette, y/n?” he asks, eyes seemingly avoiding yours. “they taste delicious, omi,” you smile at him, words genuine. “what’s the special occasion?” he wastes no more time for small talk and reaches across the table to gently hold your hand, thumb grazing your knuckles softly.

sakusa takes a deep breath before continuing, “before i met you, i never really understood why everyone makes such a big deal about love. i don’t get why people are so obsessed with finding their true love. but now, i have been blessed to be able to experience firsthand how beautiful it can be.” his dark eyes are as intense as ever, but they held a new level of softness tonight that is only reserved for you. “you opened my eyes to a lot of new things, and you have shown me how wonderful it is to love and be loved. i may not be one for pretty words and poetic love letters, but i hope you feel it in my heart that for as long as i live, i will never stop loving you. you are an important part of my life, and i don’t ever want to lose that. my angel, will you marry me?”

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Hey I read your rules and I wanted to ask if you could write some Shoji X very talkative and bubbly gf who sings 24/7 if you don't mind. Would be nice! Cya :>

hihi!! thank you so much for your request! i'm so excited to write for shoji, cause he's just so adorable. anyway, i'm so sorry i took so long with your request! (reminder that requests are still open). i love you; stay safe + drink water!! <3

Mezō Shōji With a Very Bubbly GF Who Sings!

Honestly, so many people will probably argue with me, but I can fight, so here goes nothing: Mezō probably adores having an extroverted, bubbly girlfriend who can't stop talking. There. I said what I said.

What with him being such an introvert who only ever speaks when necessary, having an extroverted s/o really helps him out.

You often find yourself ordering for him - which confuses many strangers around you - or speaking on his behalf if he's feeling especially shy.

Wait, but ordering for this boy is so cute oh my god. Just imagine standing in the queue, waiting for your turn to put in your order. Right before you reach the front, your sweet, huge boyfriend leans all the way down to your ear and tentatively whispers an innocent:

"Could you please order for me, love?" he starts twiddling gingerly with your fingers, careful not to hurt you.

"Of course, Mezō," you smile gently at him, reassuring him that it's okay for him to ask these things from you. He smiles back (or, you detect the smile from his eyes) with a soft blush, and that's enough to show you just how grateful he is to have you as his girlfriend.

Everyone's giving you either cute or weird stares, cause you can only imagine how it looks with this giant of a boy looming behind you with two of his large hands placed on your shoulders as you order your food with a bright grin plastered on your face. The contrast is evident wherever you go.

Also, let it be known that Mezō absolutely lives for your singing voice. If you're just walking around, singing or humming while minding your own business, expect to be followed around by him.

Every time he hears you singing, he likes to close his eyes and relish in the sound of your voice. He finds you so perfect and beautiful in every single way, and this is no exception.

When you two are cuddling - you know, you curled up on his lap, palm resting on his chest above his heart so you can feel each beat. Him cradling you to his torso, ever so slightly rocking you, almost lulling the both of you to sleep. His nose nuzzled in your hair, a kiss planted every now and then. His hands holding you close, keeping you warm and occasionally twirling a stray strand of hair around his index finger. You know.

Anyway! When you two are cuddling, sometimes he'll ask you to sing to him if he's a bit sleepy or feeling soft or whatever it is. Give him what his lil heart wants.

Most of the time when you do sing to him while you're cuddling, he'll fall asleep to the feeling of your soft voice vibrating against his chest. Plus, your voice soothes him better than anything else can.

Since you're real chatty, you've helped him develop his listening skills a whole lot. You know that thing that's like 'talks a lot' and 'listens'? Yeah, that's you and Mezō.

You've basically become the cutest couple of 1-A, cause everyone finds your interactions super sweet. You're always making jokes or telling him all about the latest thing on your mind, and he's always there, listening with eager eyes and nodding along to everything you say. He's just so mesmerised by you.

He was a bit apprehensive about taking off his mask in front of you for the first time, since he knew you were an excitable person, so he wasn't sure how you'd react. When he did for the first time, it was such a personal moment that brought the two of you much closer to each other.

It happened about two weeks after you started dating, and after much asking and pestering on your end. Until then, you had been showering him with kisses only on his cheeks, hands, forehead and wherever else you could find.

You still made sure to tell him that it was important that he felt comfortable when he eventually decided to show you his face. And he did. But his flushed face told you otherwise.

He reluctantly peeled his mask off, pupils glancing off to the side in an effort to avoid eye contact. Once it was hanging around his neck, your eyes widened for a few moments, taking in how utterly pretty he was to you. You scanned his face with awe, taking in the beauty of each of his features in full now that you could see all of him. He was - and this is an understatement - gorgeous to you.

He loves you so so much. Mezō would literally never trade you for anyone in the world, and it shows.

He was very excited when you first met his parents, and it went really well, actually. They liked you and found your personality beneficial to Mezō coming out of his shell.

He takes you on the nicest little dates. Summer carnivals, flowery gardens, scenic parks and for special occasions: candlelit dinners at your favourite restaurant(s).

He brings you flowers regularly to show his appreciation and love for you, because he knows that he probably doesn't express himself as much as he would like to, and you're constantly voicing the fact that you care for him a lot.

Anyway, Mezō love love loves you to a degree which I cannot type up. So, yeah, you two are perfect for each other and never change the way you are cause he would never if he got the choice.

Lots (and I mean LOTS) of movie nights. It's the perfect date for you, really. You get to talk and talk about how much you're enjoying the movie and how great the characters and plot are, and he gets to fall in love with you even more while watching a cool production. Everyone wins!!

Nicknames he would call you include: love, sweetheart, angel. This guy loves you to a fault.

thanks for reading!! likes + reblogs appreciated. have a good day! <3

dating fred weasley would include

author’s note: for personal reasons, canon is the only thing that’s dead to me and the big sleep never happened, m’kay?😌 just a cute headcanon list I decided to come up with because I have so many ideas for our Freddie boy. as always, reblogs and likes are appreciated, just please do not repost my work and claim as your own! -xo, morgan💜

warnings: none really, it’s mostly just super cute and fluffy, mentions of food, suggestive joke from Fred and a suggestive situation, but that’s about it

had to put everything under the cut cause it got a little longer than I thought it would lmao

okay so Fred is wild. man has almost no impulse control and constantly wants to impress you

we all know that, but anyway, I digress

lots of improvised dates. planning? nah, Fred doesn’t know it

he would sometimes plan dates though, it’s a rare occasion, but if it’s a particularly special date, he’s going all out on his planning

always surprising you with cute little gifts

“Y/N, look at this little kangaroo plushie! I know you don’t need it, but it was cute and I thought you’d like it”

and he’s right, you absolutely love the little kangaroo plushie

this man is an absolute sucker if you play with his hair. like he’ll just lay his head in your lap and just expect it like the spoiled boyfriend he is and it never fails to get your attention

hyper hyper h y p e r. Fred gets really hyper and giddy when he’s talking about anything he loves (especially you) to someone else. he can’t help it, he’s 100%, totally balls to the wall in love with you

he can also fall asleep on you at pretty much any given time if he’s comfy enough, because there’s no doubt he’s up at the most unholy hours of the night coming up with new Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes products

Fred has a sweet tooth. he’s like a little sugar fiend and he absolutely loves it whenever you bake anything for him

will brag about you and every little thing you’ve done and accomplished to anyone and everyone who will listen

random students and all of your friends get an earful from Fred about you, and it’s honestly adorable

“hey, have you tried one of the cupcakes that Y/N made for me? they’re so good! did you know they’re a really talented baker?” as he proceeds to shove a cupcake in their direction

tickle fights. the minute Fred finds out where you’re ticklish and you start giggling like a hyena, he instigates almost every tickle fight and wins almost every one, he can’t help it, he just finds your giggle to be the most adorable thing

he’ll prank you, but not to the extreme. mostly harmless and playful stuff like opening a container of glitter and just spilling it everywhere so you never truly get rid of all of it, or the good old bucket of water on top of the door trick. he’s always careful to make up for it though by helping clean up his mess and getting you anything you want for the rest of the day

have I mentioned that Fred is an absolute king? well, he is. also a consent king™️. he will not do anything unless he knows for sure that you’re 100% okay with it and he’ll ask ten times only for you to say it’s okay every single time

prouder than a damn peacock whenever you successfully prank someone because he’s taught you so well

so cocky. but that’s classic Fred though and it’s cute

oh god, the dirty jokes and innuendos that Fred could come up with—

“darling, c’mere for a minute please.” and he’s motioning with one finger and then proceeds to say “if I can make you come with one finger, imagine what I could do with two.” and it just gets him a pained groan and an eye roll in response, but a definite laugh as well

super protective boyfriend, because protective Freddie is the best Freddie

always showing out during quidditch practices and matches, and sometimes gets himself hurt and in the hospital wing

“Freddie, you can’t keep doing this, one of these days you’re going to get seriously hurt!” “I’m sorry love, just wanna look good for you is all.”

if you call him Fred instead of babe, baby, or any other cute nickname or pet name, he instantly starts panicking and trying to figure out what he did wrong, even if he’s done nothing wrong

or you’ll get the “Fred? who’s Fred? I don’t know a Fred. I’m baby.” but you do the same thing to him when he calls you by your name

definitely set off fireworks on the training grounds dedicated to you on more than one occasion

will kiss you literally any time, anywhere and doesn’t care about possibly getting detention for it

most wouldn’t guess it, but Fred is a bit more on the clingy side. if you’re cuddling, he’ll keep asking for five more minutes until that five minutes becomes the whole day

adventurous as all get out, he’s always wanting to explore the castle and find out all the secrets about Hogwarts with you

he’s been known to set up a few elaborate scavenger hunts for you for birthdays and Valentine’s Day

lots of goofy inside jokes between you and Fred, and sometimes people just don’t even wanna know

so supportive. it’s honestly baffling how supportive he is because anything you want to do, he’s 100% on your side for it

yeah so basically I just want a Fred, anyone know where can I get a Fred?🥺

-Being The Duke’s Assistant- (3)

(a/n: some people really like this fic lol so here’s another chapter for y’all! also if you want a chapter 4 then please comment and reblog! otherwise I won’t have the motivation to keep writing more! thank you! <3)

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-Learning About The Lords-

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You’d seen more of your ex-neighbors since your run in with Vasile Kazloŭ the week previous. Seems word got around the village that you’d not in fact frozen to death or been caught and dragged into the woods by some snarling beast. And you knew a good few of them were just stopping by the Duke’s carriage under the guise of shopping just to see if those rumors were true. Not that you particularly cared what your ex-neighbors did now. If seeing you for whatever reason got them to buy something from the Duke then no skin off your nose. 

But today was different. Today the Duke said he’d be educating you on his biggest trade deals. Such deals being the Four Lords of the village. You’ll admit you gulped at hearing that. The four lords were quite notorious to the people of the village. And not for anything good despite what the fanatics would like to think..

Lady Dimitrescu, the mysterious lady who ruled the imposing castle upon the mountain that takes young women in to work but never lets them leave again. There’s a saying in the village that if a girl you know is going to work at Castle Dimitrescu then you should shower her in kisses since you’ll never see her again.

Lady Beneviento, the mysterious veiled doll maker who lives in a shadowy haunted manor that makes all those who enter there see their deceased family members. Seeing visions of the dead drives all who enter there to insanity. Most never leave, but the few who do are never the same as they were upon entering.

Lord Moreau, the monstrous looking recluse who controls the giant killer fish that has swallowed whole more than its fair share of poor fishermen of the village. It terrorized the workers at the Reservoir, devouring men like fish until they’d had enough and abandoned the site. It now sits in decay, waiting for the next fool to wander in.

Lord Heisenberg, the lord who owns the cryptic factory on the very edge of the village, where all the dead villagers bodies are sent and never seen again. Rumor has it that it used to be a coal mine but nobody living from the village has set foot in the rusted structure in decades. But despite this the factory’s smokestacks constantly billow dark soot into the sky.

Every villager knew of the four Lords. 

But apparently you were going to be learning more detail on them. Which you admit to not having much of. All you knew is what most every other villager knew. To be wary, be respectful, to pay your tributes, and do not draw attention to yourself otherwise. Those that drew attention were quite often known to draw their last breath.

The Duke it seemed was on good terms with each of the lords, at least you assumed so since he talked about them quite candidly. Not whispering their names in a hushed tone or with any amount of fearful reverence. Actually he talked about them as if they were just fellow business partners he has evening tea with. Which... well as far as you knew, could very well be the truth. But despite the Duke’s blasé outlook you felt yourself tense up when he mentioned how, as his assistant, you would be accompanying him on his future meetings with them, so it was best he told you about them now so you didn’t go in blind. Part of you wanted to just avoid that by not even going into the same building as the four lords. But the Duke squashed that thought by saying he couldn’t very well leave you to sit and twiddle your thumbs in the carriage while he was inside. 

Which you supposed you should have seen coming. You were his assistant after all. Where he goes, you go. It’s your whole job. So you steeled your resolve and took solace in knowing that while under the Duke’s protection you would be fine. you weren’t some random villager now thankfully. But even still... seeing the towering Castle Dimitrescu looming in the distance made you queasy. Your mind swam with the stories you’d been told as a child, warning you of what laid in that castle. The carriage drew closer to the imposing structure but you remained straight faced, not wanting to reveal how anxious you were. Plus, if you were being honest? This was all pretty exciting in a way! You’d left the village years ago sure, met lots of new people while you studied abroad. You learned about all the goings on of the world outside your simple village. But all of that paled in comparison to getting to meet the Four Lords.

You hoped you didn’t embarrass yourself..

-0-

While you got closer to the castle the Duke told you about the first Lord, Lady Dimitrescu and House Dimitrescu. Apparently they were famous for their incredible wine. The Duke even admitted to having a bottle of it himself stored away in the back. “For special occasions,” he told you with a smile. You also learned that House Dimitrescu also had their own vineyard where they grew all the grapes that went into the wine they made. He also revealed that there was a ‘rumor’ that Lady Dimitrescu had a very special bottle of wine in her possession, one that has belonged to her family for generations, that was called Sanguis Virginis. And its literal translation is "maiden's blood". The Duke was a touch vague on the wine, but he said that Alcina Dimitrescu has a secret process that enriches the wine’s flavor and gives it a thick bouquet. 

After that he began talking about the second Lord, Lady Beneviento and House Beneviento. The Duke spoke with a sad tone here, saying the Beneviento family slowly fell apart a long time ago. One by one the family members disappeared. And the current head of the household, Donna Beneviento, had a sister when she was a child, Claudia. But Claudia grew ill and passed away, causing her parents to grow depressed and soon after take their own lives, leaving poor Donna alone. The Duke knows Donna to be very kind, but also very lonely. She’s an incredibly skilled doll maker, even better than her father had been when he was alive. But she has trouble speaking with people without the aid of the doll friend, Angie, that her father gifted her as a little girl. He warned you that Angie could be a bit of a troublemaker, chuckling as he did.

Then came the third Lord, Salvatore Moreau of House Moreau. You raised an eyebrow when you noticed the small hint of revulsion in the Duke’s voice as he spoke about this lord. It seems that Moreau was... an odd one. The Duke tried to speak kindly of the man but even he, with his usual jovial outlook, couldn’t hide the slight way he cringed as he explained Moreau’s history. It seemed he had been a sailor at some point, and the very last of his family line, but some years ago he’d... changed physically to the point where he avoided people. He hid himself at the Reservoir his family owned and scarcely stepped foot outside of it. And after one too many... accidents there the workers abandoned the place, leaving Moreau alone to wallow in his self pity. The Duke warned you that Moreau did not look... human. And he asked you to please not stare at the man. He wouldn’t appreciate it, surely.

And then the final Lord, Karl Heisenberg of House Heisenberg. The Duke warned you that despite Lord Heisenberg’s rather casual sounding attitude, the man was quite harsh. And his factory was incredibly dangerous. He warned you to never stray from his side while there, for your own safety. You gulped but nodded as he continued. It seems the Heisenberg factory was a coal mining factory. You discovered that the Lord was an engineer, but the Duke revealed that he’d been known to tinker with things other than machines as well. That ominous note made your stomach drop. But you felt your anxiety lift a bit when the Duke told you that he was Lord Heisenberg’s supplier for a certain machine part he needs in bulk, so the man knew not to upset him. So you would be fine.

“But I think we’ll have to cut our conversation short, it seems we’ve arrived at Castle Dimitrescu,” the Duke said in a cheery tone you weren’t matching.

‘For any god listening to me... let us be alright,’ you thought helplessly.

-0-

Happy Birthday to my blog, seven years ago today I started out in this strange wilderness and it's only gotten stranger 👍 nearly 700 stories and over 3.3 million words of fanfiction.

I was just going to leave this as a happy birthday blog post but I feel like I've got a few things I need to get off my chest, so this is below the cut, I know not everyone wants to or particularly cares to read it so there's ya choice 🤷‍♀️

There's no big announcements here FYI. I'm just doing what my friends have told me and putting my thoughts down on paper.

Some of you may have noticed I'm not posting anything on Tumblr anymore. The lack of interaction (comments, asks etc.) has just really put me off putting anything on here because it doesn't really feel like anyone either wants to read it or wants me around anymore, and I'm not gonna beg for attention. I'm not surprised, to be honest, my whole life I've been a square peg in a round hole. People just don't want me around - it's not just online. In real life there's exactly one place I feel like no one wants me to leave and that's in my house, with my family. I've just always been an odd person, and there aren't many people who vibe with me, it's cool, I've accepted it. But I'm not gonna be opening myself to that discomfort or pain anymore. My fics are all on Ao3 and I'll continue to post on there, my Tumblr will remain but I can't find the strength to get excited about something and then deal with the crushing feeling that no one wants my work. TBH I barely check Tumblr that much anymore bc I only come on here to check messages (usually from Beka, who knows all of this already but if you're reading this, thank you for listening to me and being patient with my mental breakdowns). My asks are staying off for now (sorry, Heart Anon, I love you, I've no idea who you are but please know you've been a light in my life and I appreciate you so much, and Marie, you have also been a beautiful friend with your daily gifs and hearts) but my PMs are on, just don't expect an answer right away.

I turn 35 tomorrow. It's been playing on my mind a lot, especially since my life expectancy ain't looking too good lol. I don't really have much of a life outside Tumblr. I'm a pretty boring person actually. Writing was the way I expressed myself and I truly enjoyed interacting with people who liked my stories. During the pandemic, it's been a way to keep myself focused and keep from slipping into the dark places we're all too familiar with. But there have been occasions lately where writing has been the cause of a slip into a dark place. And that's not healthy, and I need to work on it. I feel this is the time to stop forcing myself to write, seeing as I can't do much of it with my tiny human home for the school holidays.

My Patrons don't need to worry, I've still got material to share, it's a commitment I intend to honor because really, writing is the only thing I have, the only thing I feel I can do well and I am so, so, so, appreciative of every single person that supports me. I can't have a regular job right now (I hope that will change at some point because I've worked all my life until I got sick and I hate it) but you guys have given me a thread of independence, of dignity, and I value every one of you so much, those who have supported, who continue to support and who do so in the future.

I know this won't get absorbed, because it never does but those of you who read on Tumblr... please share the work you like. Set up a separate blog if you're too embarrassed to share on your main, make a reblogging blog, send asks, whatever, just please tell your author how much you liked what they did. I can assure you, those authors are waiting for it. We work so hard on what we make, what we create, we want you to scream from the rooftops. It doesn't even have to be coherent, we love all the feedback, we crave it (as long as it's not just a demand for part two, even Thor learned to ask for more without being rude about it, everyone else can). Without it, we're like plants without water. We don't feel the want to create anymore. And that's kinda where I'm at now. I don't want to lose my passion for my art but when there's nothing to do it for, sometimes it's out of our hands.

So, that's where I'm at. I'll probably lose followers (though I've already lost 250 in the last two months so that's not a surprise) and if any of my Patrons feel like my statement is unacceptable, that's fine. I don't expect anyone to agree with me. I just wanted to put my feelings down, to be honest with everyone. And I have.

I don't want the list of stories to end at 700. I want to keep creating stories that everyone will enjoy. I really hope things with change, even if not for me, then for the others out there who are on their creative journey.

Much love to everyone, stay safe xxx

(this post will remain untagged so it will not show in searches and I'm not tagging those people who I have spoken to about this and my feelings in general, as they know who they are, and they know they're very special, amazing, and appreciated people to me. I don't particularly care if this gets reblogged or not.)

Different Love Languages

✨COMMENTS+REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED✨  They motivate me and make me supes happy, so please pretty please reblog and/or comment!! It doesnt even have to be a coherent comment, keysmash if you must! ok fanks go read now and enjoy <3

Summary: Hufflepuff is the type of person to express her love verbally but Slytherin is different; he hardly says “I love you” and Hufflepuff worries that maybe it’s because he doesn’t love her as much as she loves him. Our darling puff will realize that this is simply not the case. People just have different love languages. 

Hufflepuff loved Slytherin. She really did. In fact, she reminded him frequently. 

“I love you,” she chortled during breakfast when Slytherin had cast a spell to make the bacon strips float around in a dancing manner so that she would cheer up after reading depressing news from the Daily Prophet. Another time, she cooed the term of endearment as he held her tightly in his arms, swaying to the sound of music in the background. 

The thing was that Slytherin rarely said “I love you” in the entirety of their relationship. Instead of saying it back to her, he often replied by cupping her cheeks tenderly and leaning in for another kiss. Other times, he responded with a loving smile, his eyes glowing with warmth and infatuation.

It’s not that Hufflepuff thought Slytherin didn’t love her. She could definitely see it in the way that he looked at her, in those stolen glances when he thought she wasn’t looking. She could feel it when he held her close at night, his arms wrapped protectively around her. 

However, a part of her- the small shadow of doubt within her heart that told her that Slytherin didn’t care for her as much as she did for him- just wished for some kind of affirmation, a clear signal that said, “I love you.” 

One day, Hufflepuff and Slytherin sat side by side in Potions class, listening to Professor Slughorn drone on and on about Felix Felicis. She was absentmindedly staring at the board when Slytherin slid his notes in front of her so that she could see the doodle he drew on the side of his paper. 

*Credit: Beastflaps*  

Hufflepuff bit her lip to suppress a laugh and squeezed his hand 3 times.  

Unfamiliar with the motion, Slytherin asked what the squeezes meant.

“It means I love you,” she whispered. Her voice was soft so that Professor Slughorn didn’t overhear their conversation.  

Nevertheless, Slytherin heard every word. A smile tugged at his lips and he immediately squeezed it back. He didn’t just stop there; he repeated the gesture about 6 times- and Potions class hadn’t even ended yet. 

From that day forward, Slytherin constantly told her I love you. Sometimes he squeezed her hand randomly- before he left for Quidditch practice, during breakfast when she passed him a plate of toast, and after he walked her back to the dormitory. 

Aside from that, he would occasionally tap out the gesture with his finger. 

Tap tap tap. 

Hufflepuff looked up from her book and made eye contact with Slytherin from across the room. She knew what it meant. She always did. 

Slytherin said I love you all the time now, more often than Hufflepuff’s verbal “I love you”. 

She realized that he had a different love language from her, and that was ok. It was the love itself that mattered. 

On their wedding day, as the officiant performed the ceremony, Hufflepuff looked up at Slytherin with adoration. “I love you,” she whispered. 

He smiled warmly at her and squeezed her hand four times. 

I love you too. 

~

Based on a true story! If you can’t see the link that I attached, here it is: 

https://www.reddit.com/r/Marriage/comments/ahb1c1/sometimes_i_forget_my_husband_has_a_different/ 

MASTERLIST ~(˘▾˘~) (click my profile to see the pinned post, aka my masterlist, if you cant see the link) 

Author’s note: YAYAY HI!!! DID YOU LIKE THAT?? 

probably yall @ me rn lmaoaoao

You might be wondering why i wrote this one-shot. There was no special occasion this time, I just got a bonk of inspiration one day. also i felt bad for reblogging my ice skating oneshot so much (i did it to respond to other peoples reblogs) and i sent an ask to my favorite fanfic writer, asking her about what happens if i reblog my own work and if it pushes my fanfic up the algorithm, and she answered my question but also said that she usually deletes her reblogs bc her followers would probably get annoyed if they kept seeing the same work over and over again. i felt bad bc i had just done that, and i didnt want yall to constantly see the same fanfic all the time, so i wanted to give u something new. also i was thinking back on that person who said that my writing was sporadic (they werent trying to be mean). Sporadic basically means spaced out and occuring at different intervals. i felt bad bc my writing is definitely spread out by one month for some reason. im not sure what this means for next month bc i never write 2 fanfics in one month. does this mean that i wont write a fanfic for november? hopefully not. ok that sounds sad, im sure it doesnt but who knows bc the college process thingies is killing me 

I wrote out the general details of the story at 1 am one night when i was trying to sleep lmaoao heres a screenshot: 

This is basically how I write for most of my fanfics at first, it consists of the general info along with some specific details.

At first, the one-shot was gonna be a drabble (aka a story that’s only 100 words long) but when I finished writing it, I went to wordcounter to check the number of words and it was 500! i was like oop ok im just gonna call it a oneshot then. i wrote part of the story on sunday morning and then i went to exercise in the park with my sister. afterwards, i wanted to keep working on it but then i became swamped with college stuff so i stopped. i started writing again today (its monday, but im posting it on tuesday, aka today for you- or maybe not if ur not reading this on the day that i posted it) and i surprisingly finished- but that was probably a bad idea to be writing the oneshot during this week because i have a lot of exams, but lets look at the bright side, i finished the story!

I didn’t think of the idea completely on my own. I actually read the reddit story (found it in a thread on insta) a few years ago, and I don’t know why but I was thinking about it that night and I decided to make a one-shot out of it! Isn’t it such a sweet story (the actual story, not this)?? It would be kinda nice if I reached out to the person and said, hey i wrote a story based on you and ur husband! 

Anyways, I just made a meme: 

i didnt actually get up, i just opened the notes app on my phone in the dark and wrote the details down. 

this isn’t related but i made a meme about the ice skating oneshot:

I’m gonna cut the authors note short (i usually write a lot. its funny when u go back and see my authors note in chapter 1 of the slytherpuff series, bc its so so short. wowza, times have rlly changed!) bc i think i have at least 2 exams tomorrow. this is gonna be me when i post this one-shot in the morning: 

bc i have to wake up early and i am most definitely not a morning person:/ OH GOD OK I HAVE TO STUDY NOW- 

Love you all, thank you for reading! TOODELOOOOOOO

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Fic: Surprise Party (Chibs Telford x Reader)

Summary: A  party thrown at the clubhouse has more than a few surprises for you.

Pairing: Filip “Chibs” Telford x F!Reader

Wordcount: 1,5k

Warnings: Really cheesy fluff and my bad attempt of writing in Scottish accent. Apologies in advance.

You weren’t really expecting the party waiting for you when you got to the clubhouse. Then again, wasn’t that the point of a surprise party after all?

You had started your day not really expecting to have to use the brand-new license to practice law you got just last week. And for the most part, it had been a pretty uneventful occasion until right around the time you were about to clock out and Jax called.

There was urgency in his voice as he begged you to head to the sheriff’s station because Tig got into a fight with the owner of a dog fight rink and both men had been taken downtown. You didn’t doubt his story even for a second. Picking up your keys and bag and heading straight to the precinct.  

When you got there, Jax was already waiting outside with a very well composed Tig. Maybe that should have been your first clue that something was off because if he was already gonna post bail, why did he even call in the first place?

You didn’t have time to really consider it because Jax just loaded Tig into the passenger seat of your car and asked you to head to TM. 

You planned to just drop Tig off and head home. You had been working crazy hours, plus studying hard for the test and you were in serious need of some sleep.

“Come on, honey. Let me buy a beer to say thank you,” Tig asked once you pulled up into the lot of the auto shop.

“I didn’t even do anything,” you replied, but for a grown man, Tig’s puppy dog eyes were quite effective.

“One beer,” you sighed in defeat, turning off the engine. You stepped out of the car and followed Tig inside, nearly jumping out of your skin as everyone yelled surprise once the two of you walked into the clubhouse.

Everyone seemed to be there: Gemma, Tara, and her boys. Lyla, Nero, and the rest of the Sons, Chucky, and even some of your friends that didn’t really have anything to do with the MC but made an exception for today and stood awkwardly among the bikers.

Over the wall of mugshots there was a huge congratulations banner and bellow it a table with enough food to feed an army.

“Surprised?” Tig asked, an arm thrown over your shoulders. 

You just chuckled and nodded, still speechless as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and let you greet everyone else properly.

“Congratulations, darlin’,” Jax said pulling you into a warm hug. “Now it’s your job to make sure these mug shots don’t get updated.”

You laughed along with him before letting someone else drag you to the side for a hug and a toast and by the time you managed to reach Gemma, you already had two beers and three whiskey shots that people keep shoving in your hands as you passed them by, along with some food.

“Thanks for all of this,” you said, letting the matriarch of the MC pull you into a hug.

“You’re welcome, baby. It was well deserved,” she kissed your cheek. “But I can’t take all the credit. It was Chibs’ idea.”

You gave her a confused look once she let you go, which she replied with a knowing smirk as she gestured to a point behind you where the Scot was drinking alone by the bar, watching the proceedings.

It was because of Chibs that you met the MC in the first place. He had been in a bar just outside town when your stupid little brother decided it was a good idea to pick a fight while drunk with a few guys double his size. 

Chibs didn’t even know him but had his back, during the altercation and they all got arrested that night. When your brother called you to post his bail, he told you about the other man and you got him out too. After that, you ended up staying close to SAMCRO. 

You had no family besides your younger brother and Gemma took a liking to both of you, taking you under her wing. And since your brother started prospecting, you decided to help out in smaller legal issues when needed. Making sure everyone stayed out of jail.

For a badass gang of dangerous bikers, the Sons were a lot of fun. They took care of their own and for the first time since your parents passed away, you felt like you belonged somewhere. 

And if you favored the attention of one particular VP, with his deep brown eyes, smokey accent, and Glasgow smile, people didn’t seem to notice.

Or maybe they did, if Gemma was any indication, but didn’t comment on it.

You moved towards Chibs, offering him a wide smile, which he returned with one of his own. The sight of it made your heart race and your palms sweat and you tried to dry them as discreetly as possible in your jeans before taking a seat on the stool next to him.

“Congratulations, lass.” He raised his glass to you.

“Thank you and thanks for the party. Gemma said it was your idea.”

“Nah. Just said it would be a good idea,” he waved off your words, looking away from you for a moment and you wished his presence didn’t make you so tongue-tied. “Bu’ I got ye somethin’,” he said, setting his glass down once it was empty and gestured for you to follow him.

You had never been back here before but you knew the some of the guys had small apartments here for whenever they were too tired to go home after a job or too drunk after a celebration. 

Chibs led you to his, and if your heart was already racing before, now it felt like it was about to burst from your chest. The room was nothing special, just a bed pushed against the wall, a writing desk and chair, and a dresser. Too many pictures of almost naked women posing on Harleys, and a small cabinet with a few other essentials.

You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, fidgeting with the hem of your jacket while Chibs dug something out of a drawer. It seemed to take forever until he finally turned around to face you and you didn’t think you ever saw him looking nervous, but he looked as bad as you felt.

“‘t’s nothing fancy or anythin’” he started, taking a step closer. “But I saw it and thought of ye. The lass in the shop said you can exchange it if ye dinna like it…”

He offered you a small gift-wrapped box in hand and you took it with shaky fingers and a trembling smile as you undid the bow on top and opened the lid.

You let out a small gasp at the sight that greeted you: a delicate golden necklace rested inside, the pendant a golden justice scale, and a small pink stone. It was gorgeous and so thoughtful and when you glanced up at Chibs again, he seemed to be looking at anything but you.

“It’s beautiful, Filip,” your voice was barely above a whisper and it might be the first time you ever used his given name, but it felt so right. “Thank you.”

“Ye’re welcome, love,” he breathed out, relieved, his smile a little more certain.

“Help me put it on?” You asked, taking the delicate chain out of the box and offering to him before turning around and pushing your hair away from your neck.

His scent surrounded you as Chibs stepped closer, bringing the necklace around your throat, his hands rough and warm, but so very gentle against your nape and goosebumps raised in your arms.

“There ye go,” he spoke once the clasp was closed and you turned around to face him, the pendant resting just below the hollow of your throat and his warm brown eyes lingered there for a few seconds.

“I really love it,” you whispered, touching the scale for a second before your hand moved to his chest, holding yourself steady as you raised to your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his scarred cheek.

“Good,” Chibs spoke, his voice rougher, lower and you could feel the thundering of his heart against your hand and the hitch of his breath as you moved your lips closer to the corner of his mouth.

He turned his head slightly and his mouth was against yours, brushing so softly. It was a barely-there touch but it was enough to send sparks of excitement through your body and you couldn’t wait for it to be more.

Before it could, the door busted open making you both jump apart and look over startled. It was one of your friends and by the looks of it, she was completely wasted.

“Ops! Thought it was the restroom,” she slurred, her lips shifting into a smirk as she glanced between your and Chibs. “Carry on.”

She slipped out as fast as she stumbled in and just as unsteadily. A second later, you heard a crash and sighed regretfully.

“I better get out there and make sure she doesn’t cause some serious damage,” you said. “But to be continued?”

“Whenever ye want, love,” Chibs smiled at you. “Ye know where I’ll be.”

xxx

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