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fairlyang · 3 months

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more husband!miguel x wife!reader headcanons! 🕷️

taglist: @safixiovi | part one

miguel was an attentive listener so anytime he’d take you out shopping and you had an eye on something like a lipstick or dress, he would just make a mental note and come back for it the following weekend

but sometimes he’s go overboard and end up buying more things he thinks you’d enjoy

or even try to pair a cute dress with a lipstick and new heels/flats

would absolutely peel all your oranges or cuties, would even cut up your fruits if you liked them diced

could def see him as the gardening type! he’d take care of his lemon trees and all his veggies while you took care of your pretty flowers and plants in the backyard

going grocery shopping would consist of him putting any snack he’s been craving for the past two months tops

he simply might see some Canelitas or Barritas and how could he not get a box of each?

and when it came to remembering if you had queso fresco, beans, or cilantro his mind would go blank which resulted in you giving him a, “are you serious?”

when it was time to pay he’d playfully push you towards the cart so you didn’t have to pay a dime because that was his job

best of all he is the the most romantic man imaginable but when valentines comes around his date plans, gifts, and flirtatious manner just skyrockets

and when he finally does the grand reveal of everything he got for you, you’re practically tear eyed, feeling an immense amount of appreciation for him

you just stared at him with a little pout (trying not to cry) while admiring how handsome he looked because he loved dressing up for special occasions

you went up to him holding his face in your hands and attack his face with kisses while he laughed and dropped the big stuffed bear he got you

he wrapped his arms around your waist while you were on your tiptoes, kissing his cheeks, nose, forehead, and lips as lovingly as you could

then you pulled away and ran off to the kitchen where you had your own gift for him that was in a pretty glittery red bag

it was a big bag with two little gifts and you were certain it’d be the best present you could possibly give him

returning back to him with the bag in hand and handing it to him before standing in front of him awaiting his reaction

he shook his head in disbelief because he never wants you spending money on him which is quite ironic

but he placed the bag on the coffee table and grabbed the gift paper, throwing it on the floor as your heart pounded in pure excitement

his hand reached down and grabbed the first item, bringing it back up with an instant gasp and tears already filling his eyes

the white baby booties were so tiny in his big hand but it only made the reality hit harder

he was going to be a dad

with a shaky hand he grabbed the final thing in the bag which was a positive pregnancy test in a ziploc baggie

without a word being said he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you gently with tears streaming down his cheeks

you hugged him back and finally your tears fell as well from having to hold this surprise for a little while now

(it was hard because you tell him literally everything)

he was about to speak when a sob instead came out making him laugh because he wasn’t expecting it

you sniffled and grinned so wide your cheeks began to hurt as he pulled away from you just to be able to look at you

his eyes were red and a single tear fell from his eye as he whispered, “I love you so much.”

“our family is growing.” you whispered back making more tears fall from both your faces

he kissed you softly before embracing you once again and making sure to be extra cautious for the little one in your tummy

#miguel ohara #miguel ohara imagine #across the spiderverse #miguel o hara #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel ohara oneshot #miguel o'hara #miguel ohara x y/n #Miguel O’Hara fluff

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xythlia · 2 years

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𝘕𝘖 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘌 𝘔𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘋𝘖 [𝘌𝘟-𝘏𝘜𝘚𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘓𝘜𝘊𝘐𝘍𝘌𝘙]

- ̗̀໒ WARNINGS : divorce, poor separation, arguing, emotional turmoil, angst, no smut but kinda alluding to it, kissing

- ̗̀໒ WORD COUNT : 1.4k

couldn't stop thinking about luci as an ex & accidentally drove myself insane writing this ^⁠_⁠^ this is def a part one, I have more written but I didn't wanna make a huge post

PART TWO | SERIES MASTERLIST

Lucifer ran a surprisingly bare hand through the inky strands of his hair, stepping closer to you. The dim lights of the houses foyer caught his burgundy eyes, making them glimmer and your chest constricted when they met your own. It felt as familiar as a warm embrace from a family member, as did his more casual attire.

You used to love seeing him relaxed, when it was just the two of you. It did surprise you how dressed down he was, it felt like he should've been in one of his stuffy outfits, especially considering you two were meeting for the first time since your separation was finalized. You had to tear your gaze from his clothing, forcing yourself to forget you had actually bought that sweater for him months ago to try and refocus on the words coming off his lips.

"Thank you for coming to drop those off, I wasn't sure if you'd be busy..."

"Of course," you shift your weight from one foot to the next, agitated, "I'll make time to drop by again if you remember anything else I might have accidentally packed with my things." You pressed your lips together, offering a strained attempt at a reassuring smile.

Lucifer cleared his throat, strong arms folding across his chest. "You know our separation doesn't change the fact that you're always welcome to visit here. I know you're still quite close with everyone else, so..."

You grip the bag of his things tighter, looking past him at the wall while nodding your head to the smooth sound of his voice. His voice was always so heartbreakingly attractive, especially when... You blink fast, refocus on his face and try to tell yourself you shouldn't be thinking back on intimate moments.

Your divorce was final, but that didn't mean you were yet used to the feeling of the newly erected wall between you.

"I appreciate that," you answer, perfectly cordial.

It surprised you how tame this little meeting was, especially since the past few weeks had been nonstop arguing between you two. If he wasn't the one pissing you off and still prioritizing his work over your necessary divorce meetings, you were the one causing him to leave you less than pleasant voicemails for hounding him. The two of you couldn't even speak about the smallest of things without the conversation escalating since your initial breakup, and you knew all too well he blamed you more than anything else for why this hadn't worked out.

You always spit venom back, shouting that maybe if he hadn't treated his work like a third partner in the marriage things wouldn't have fallen into disrepair. The accusation simply wasn't true, you lived years with his shadow rather than the man himself.

You'd spend days, weeks, months begging until you were practically blue in the face for him to push Diavolo for less responsibility, less work eating up your time together, reiterating how he couldn't expect you to waste away endlessly waiting for him just to be let down every time. That wasn't the kind of marriage you had wanted.

That fateful night you'd first breathed the word "divorce" after weeping on the phone came after asking if he ever planned on showing up to the birthday dinner he had reserved in the first place. When the line remained silent, you knew you couldn't do it anymore.

"Well, I better get going... I'm still unpacking so I don't want to be up all night." You mumbled, looking downward so he wouldn't be able to tell you were lying.

You never once considered telling Lucifer you had a date tonight, the idea made you cringe knowing it would have made this whole meeting snappy and tense. But still, you had to hold back so the words didn't come flying out on their own. A part of you wanted to know if maybe he'd care, maybe he'd get angry or sad over you potentially moving on. But the opposite could happen and honestly it would be more than a little crushing if he just didn't care at all.

If the shoe was on the other foot, you knew you'd become the jealous ex. How couldn't you, and you genuinely dreaded the day he'd say he found someone else, because it was inevitable. Lucifer was perfect in almost every way someone could be, demon or human.

It's only the memory of how painful that night in particular was that kept you from losing your head and bursting into tears right in the foyer.

You groaned suddenly, cutting off whatever he'd been saying while you drowned in memories. "I completely forgot that file you asked for, too."

Your hand rubs down your cheek as you chew your bottom lip nervously as unease runs down your spine. How could you have forgotten that? Would he get angry?

Lucifer's hand gently catches your wrist, guiding your hand down from your cheek, his expression still relaxed. "I remembered what was in it earlier and already have copies of everything anyway."

You look down at your conjoined hands, almost confused at how you instantly relaxed into his touch. Your fingers flexed, twitching with the urge to interlace with his.

"I guess it's no big deal then," you stay hurriedly, pulling your hand away and nearly fumbling as you bend down to set the bag of his things against the floor.

Turning on your heel as you rise, you extend your hand to the knob of the front door. It makes you pause, hating how your hands shook because you knew leaving the house and driving to the restaurant and sitting across from someone else meant this was well and truly over. The relationship you'd thought would last your entire lifetime would be shuttered.

Your eyes burned, threatening to let loose the tears you wanted to hold back. It felt like being cleaved in two, one part of you desperately wanting to stay here and the other stubbornly saying it was time to wash your hands of this. Of him.

Lucifer hovered behind you, only inches away and when you drew a deep breath through your nose you could smell his cologne. It immediately rooted you in place.

"Did you forget something else?"

You glance over your shoulder, a wobbly smile painting your face as you shake your head. It didn't escape you how his eyes became sharp, recognizing your vulnerability for what it was and making you turn around.

You hated how shaky your voice was as you spoke. "If you need anything else from me-"

The interruption was shocking, making your eyes widen before they closed as if on their own. In fact your entire body betrayed you, like suddenly someone else was in control. His tongue parted your lips easily, finding no resistance as he pressed you against the door. You could feel his thumb brushing along your cheek as his hand held the side of your face, felt the rumble in his chest when you sighed into the kiss.

Your arms slid around his neck, pulling him even closer to you while your fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck. You wanted to moan and weep, not able to remember the last time you'd tasted something like love from his lips.

It was just as sudden when he pulled away from you, leaving your arms to hang in the absence of his embrace. When you opened your eyes, the most notable thing was the pink of his cheeks and how dark those ruby eyes had become. And it scared you.

Scared you because how could you crumble so quickly against him, and your nervous panic from mere seconds ago renewed. You needed to get out of this house or else you'd surrender completely.

"You're a terrible liar," he rasped out, breathing slightly uneven. "Don't wear that out." His jaw flexed as he bit out the last word, looking pointedly at your clothes.

For the first time in a while you were left speechless, watching him snatch the bag up off the floor and stalk back into the depths of the house of lamentation, leaving you unmoored and practically sprinting out the door.

likes and rb's are appreciated ofc but what really makes my day is ppls cute lil comments + tags! I hope you liked this even if it was a bit heavy, I plan on continuing this as a series but if there's any ideas u wanna see for ex-husband luci just let me know <3 ty for reading

#obey me imagine #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #om lucifer x reader #om! lucifer #obey me fic #lucifer x reader #obey me! one master to rule them all #lucifer x you #lucifer angst #obey me angst #obey me drabble #♡.savxonne scribbles

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mikeyforreal · 1 year

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some random adrian chase head cannons :P

a/n: just some random thought about my favorite crime-fighting goofball :)

cw: fluff, some cussing, a few depictions of violence

miscellaneous hcs

• okay so first off, i know this isn't really a head cannon but james gunn confirmed that the visor in vig's suit is prescription and idk i just love that fact

• anyway, real head cannons now

• i'm like 99.99% sure he has a playlist for when he's on patrol and makes chris listen to it with him

• also, i think he'd have the same wired earphones from like 2014 that came with his iphone 6

• adrian's favorite candy is probably skittles or m&ms because of the fun colors (sometimes he likes to sort them if he's feeling a bit bored)

• i just know he has a collection of vhs tapes that he bought from a secondhand store/had as a kid

• speaking of collections he probably also has a bunch of cd's

• i dunno why but i feel like adrian loves star wars and has since he was little (and also has all the og trilogy movies on vhs)

• definitely has a cheap walmart lightsaber lying around somewhere

• GOLDEN RETRIEVER ENERGY !!!

• i feel like as a kid he loved finding bugs, digging for worms, ect.

• one time he tried eating one, didn't turn out good for him (he couldn't stop throwing up for like 3 days)

• since it's cannon he played/plays dnd, he'd probably play magic, the gathering as well 😭

• i also think that he'd really love the artificial grape flavor ??

• LMAO i think he'd have a little chainsaw keychain lying around somewhere

• def listens to abba, spice girls, and yung gravy

• probably good with kids? he'd set the the house on fire if he watched some but he can keep them entertained at least ?

• manchild (i will not elaborate)

• he reminds me of jake peralta from brooklyn-99

being best friends/in a relationship with adrian

• let's face it, they're practically the same thing

• i justttt know that he made like 10 secret handshakes for the two of you

• his love language is probably words of affirmation, quality time, or touch (maybe all of them, who knows)

• wants to teach you how to play mtg and dnd !!! (please let him teach you he'll be over the moon)

• def has a playlist that he wants to listen to with you

• two words: movie dates

• adrian loves watching movies with you !! even if he's seen it a few dozen times, he'd watch it again just to see your first time reactions :)

• THEMED COSTUMES !!!

• if you're down, he'd want to match with you ever year, something different and cooler than the last

• if you wear glasses, you better bet your ass that he's switching with you 24/7

• you cant go an hour without your glasses getting taken off and replaced with his

• also, i think that adrian wouldn't have the cleanest glasses 😭 you def gotta give 'em a good scrub every now and then

• dr. pepper enthusiast fs

• discounted/sometimes free food and fennel fields

• if you can work from home and go there often just to eat and work, he's definitely spending his 15 minute breaks (and longer than that) sitting with you and chatting

• he's always bringing home leftovers or breadsticks that he stole

• i think adrian has a pretty decent comic collection, and would go to shops with you for dates or hangouts

• he's probably super good friends with the owner (or at least that's what he thinks)

• when he's patrolling, he randomly facetimes you???

• like he has a guy near death and he's having a full conversation with you

• adrian has tonsss of silly and random nicknames for you !! he just calls you whatever you remind him of

• whenever he goes over to your place or vice versa, you two have a special knock that lets either of you know immediately who it is

• one of his ideal dates would probably be going to the park and feeding ducks !! (and him trying to catch them)

• he also randomly makes machine gun noises ?? what's that about ??

• the two of you'll just be chilling watching tv or something and then you hear 'CHCHCHCHC' and see him doing finger guns or whatever

• and when you ask him about it he's just like "what do you mean babe?"

• would probably beg you to get a little cat or a dog

• if you initially say no, he's gonna pull out a whole powerpoint presentation on why you should say yes (and he's wearing his fanciest clothes)

• FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS !!!

• it doesn't matter where or what they look like, if he sees some at the gas station, store, theme park, wherever, he's buying some for the two of you

• your relationship is basically that one scene in bobs burgers scene where tina makes a friendship bracelet for louise and tina's like "oh you don't have to wear it" and louise snatches it and says "no i'm gonna wear it forever, back off"

• proud malewife

• adrian is in the kitchen a lot, always fixing up snacks for you

a/n: let me know if i should make another one of these with another character !

#adrian chase #peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #vigilante x reader #vigilante #freddie stroma

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candypopangel · 2 years

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eddie munson with an asian s/o headcanons

(based off of my experiences as a SEAsian american girl + what i hear from a lot of other AAPI) also made this kinda vague so it could be more inclusive :') and sorry if this is underwhelming LMFAOOAODKSDJJWJD

content warnings: includes parental pressure and swearing, lots of fluff, tiny angst but lots of comfort, eddie my bare minimum king🙏

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-first time you came over to his trailer you began taking your shoes off and he looked at you like you grew an extra arm or something

-"uhhh, you can keep your shoes on, cutie"

-"eds, i can't dirty the floor with my shoes!"

-"'s already dirty, sweetheart. don't worry about it"

-picture you internally panicking

-'true... who knows what kind of shit is on this floor... do i wear shoes or not?!???'

-ANYWAY

-vice versa, when he first came over to your place he just followed suit, neatly putting his shoes aside as you gave him house slippers to wear

-never not giving him something when you visit

-"my parents tell me to never show up empty handed so... here's these lemons from our backyard...um...maybe wayne could use them?" you mumble all flustered and avoiding eye contact because you think it's a little silly

-him being totally confused in the beginning but appreciates the sentiment

-and it's kind of awkward for you when you explain the things you do cuz, well, it's describing your norms in detail

-but he's genuinely curious and eager to learn!!!

-you being shy to share cultural food with him, since you'd get teased for bringing it to school

-as long as it tastes good to him he does not care

-and even if it's not his taste he's never a dick about it

-teaching him to WASH HIS RICE and using the finger method to measure the water when using a rice cooker😭😭

-"wait, eds do you...do you wash your rice?"

-"are you supposed to...?" he furrows his brows

-que internal crying

-you share childhood snacks with him and he absolutely loves it

-(he DEVOURS those little fruit jellies) (he chokes on them)

-will ask if you have the strawberry flavored hard candies on you sometimes

-will kiss you (with permission) to get a taste of whatever candy you're eating and he'll make a little game where he tries to guess the flavor

-if you use chopsticks to eat i feel like it wouldn't take long for him to get it down since he's a guitarist and (cough) good with his hands

-either that or he cannot pick the food up whatsoever

-he's very tempted to stab the food when he's struggling.

-if you use your hand to eat i'm gonna be honest he may think it feels a little odd to do at first

-and you're like "you do know that you always wash your hands before and after right?" "oh, right"

-(i doubt these characters wash their hands often and most def touch anything/everything without second thought)

-he thinks it's convenient tho! and it makes the food taste better ;)

-and when he catches a cold–immediately tiger balm/vicks vapor rub and other home remedies

-you bring it to him and he's like "what are u putting on me." then u shush him, rub it on, and his mind is blown

-"WOAAHHHH WHAT??? THIS HAS CHANGED MY LIFE" *inhales it*

-you make him comfort food and various soups 😢🫶 (he always eats it up)

-SPEAKING OF TIGERS HE LOVES THE HEAVY ASS BLANKETS W/ THE PRINTS ON THEM WHEN IT'S COLD

-the weight....it calms his constantly racing mind :'(....

-perfect blanket to sleep under when you two make a pillow fort

-LOVES SEEING U IN TRADITIONAL CLOTHING

-he has such a big smile on his face as he tells you to do a little spin for him >:'d

-"you look perfect, sweetheart", he says, awestruck - WAHHHHGHHHH

-cutting up fruits/bringing it to him when he's deep in concentration as a silent reminder to take a break, whether it's studying for mrs o'donnell's class or learning a judas priest song on the guitar

-(idek if he eats fruits, i feel like he eats like shit but you try to give him nutrients😭)

-telling him not to sleep with wet hair or he'll wake up with a migraine + other various superstitions

-idk if this happens to you guys, but i'll cuss in my native language when i'm mad

-"where the fuck is the can opener? i swear i just saw it! insert native expletive"

-"what?"

-"oh, it means fuck your mom"

-"ah, good to know"

-and that's how you teach him little tidbits of your language — having it slip out in daily conversation

-he'll remember all of it :( like you could respond to him in your mother tongue out of nowhere and SOMEHOW he'll understand it (or at least pick out a few words and get the gist of it)

-"something about going to the...store? later? did i get that right?" [he's doing his little tongue quirk and smiling in classic eddie munson fashion]

-"how the fuck" 😭

-i'm not sure he'd be too good with pronunciation though...LOOL he'll stick to understanding a few things

-in a modern au, he'd love bubble tea and likes adding green apple popping boba like a heathen

-his regular is brown sugar milk tea w/ boba but proceeds to bounce off the walls in the following hours

-is always there to catch you when your parents' pressure and expectations pile up a little too much

-while he knows he can't stand up to them, it frustrates him to no end because he knows damn well you're giving more than your best to please them

-rather than be like "fuck your parents" cuz that is extremely disrespectful to say to your face (and he now knows to respect his elders) he'll prioritize you and your feelings

-doesn't hesitate to reassure you and remind you that you're more than what your parents see

-(bare minimum gentleman🥺)

-you're like lowkey afraid of your parents seeing him too though

-not that you're embarrassed, dear god no, it's just that your parents have certain standards

-and eddie's repeat years, numerous absences, and "unruly" appearance would totally result in them forcing you to stop seeing him

-but whatever because what they don't know won't hurt them

-results in carefully sneaking him into your room and only bringing him over when no one else is home #rebellious

-but he makes you feel like the happiest person alive so doesn't matter

-bottom line sweetest man ever, does not judge and is open to trying new things :') will always love you for you. best white boy of the year

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wahhhh thank you for reading, i'm so SHYYY LMFAOOO i hope this was okay😭 if i'm super serious i'm so motivated to write a fic with the song your best american girl by mitski + this man cuz pain hahaaa!!!!!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x poc reader #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson fluff #stranger things headcanons

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brick-a-doodle-do · 1 year

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Hmmmmm

Spy borrower au!

Besides Techno, who else is on the spy squad? Is it a international or national thing? maybe the cold war setting for some extra james bond style angst of the peace depending on them getting the info, dispite Tinies defs not being as patriotic as humans im guessing.

Also, is training all Techno has ever known? Like the red rooms of the black widow? Or is their some past atleast without training, also how old is he? Don't think the organization cares all that much about their age of maturity 😅

Just throwing out some prompts, i am very bored, and all i got is access to wifi and nothing else😑

But i love sending asks here! Get the creative juices flowing🙃

hellooo !!

mm yes i don't talk abt this au enough,,,

okay for the fbi itself (this au takes place in the us cause the fbi is mainly there and i don't want to do any more research than i have to lmaoo) there are quite a few tiny agents, karl and george come up the most. george is actually the reason behind this whole thing staring. i have a prologue in the works but dream and george met when they were young. like, young young. think 3-5

george came from a colony and wandered off during a borrowing trip with an adult (irresponsible adult mind you) and accidentally let dream discover him because he was being too curious)

anyways

skeppy is on, ant, sam, hannah, jack, eret, callahan is there but sticks to himself most of the time, tubbo but he builds stuff he doesn't go into the field like ever, fundy, ranbooo <3, phil and then connor :) (there's more but those're background ppl like yk ocs or whatever. insignificant as of now)

i'm actually clueless with where to put wil. do i make him a part of the bad guys or have him be a human fbi agent? i want him big but what field do i put him in????

this is an international thing, like pretty much everywhere has at least a local station with 1-2 tinies working for them,,,

this whole thing is pretty recent because i'm scrambling to make sure george is a reasonable age (ps. he's 27 in this & dream is 25)

the government-tiny thing started in 1999-2001 soo there hasn't been too much conflict as of them starting the whole deal,,,

yep techno hasn't really had enough time to enjoy life, his childhood was filled with fake missions and weapons, which is a good partof the reason why he's emotionally unavailable and overall a very boring person (on the outside, he's still a geek on the inside :])

yess i love the red rooms metaphor. also think lila in the umbrella academy,,,

techno is 19 in this so he was born into the fbi place like he has only known government since he grew up. (so i can avoid writing new characters his mother died during childbirth :'D) (this is completely clashing with techno----for consistency lets say techno has some secret plan to annihilate the government)

yeah no they could care less abt how old someone is. they recruited george and started working on him when he was 5, like c'mon---

thank you for all of these, they're so fun to answer!! they take my mind off things which i love. aaand speaking of which i'm 11 minutes late to class from answering this but it was worth it :D

#brickquiries #graci brickling #good ty for answering abt that :D #spy au

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zirielladior · 10 months

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ella's diary ୨୧

friday || 7.28.2023

hihi ella here !!

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

another nice-ish week. school starts on august 9th. i'm kind of sad, but at least i'll see some friends. i just don't want to do any school work. i still want good grades, of course, just.. without doing anything i guess.

my friend & i started a baking goal a few days ago. we were baking cookies and then his little sister came into the kitchen and asked if she could watch a movie with us. (she's eight.) and we said yes, we ended up eating all the cookies in three days, so we decided to bake again. we baked the famous pinterest jelly tart cookies. they came out pretty good, i almost burnt them because he went to shower and i started reading. but he got out soon enough and then went to check on them and they almost burnt. they're good though, i wish i could give you one right now for staying this look just to read <3 🍪

i spent a bit of today cleaning my room again. only vacuuming & organizing my closet, for almost the third time this month. and then i started reading another book i bought, it's called 'if he had been with me'. i saw it online & in a bookshop when i was in ontario for the summer, so i bought it! a lot of people say it's a little overrated, (not judging by the cover but by the actual book) and of course i saw it. i wanted to buy it anyway because it wasn't available at the library. (i can't really afford me buying books every other day so i usually go to my local library for books i see online that might be nice to read.)

also i've been writing a little bit of my own novel ideas. it think i might actually publish something, (hopefully if the KOSA bill doesn't progress.) on wattpad. not much of a fanfic although that's really the most popular side of wattpad. maybe. i'm really fond of writing a story that may reflect my dream life. you know..? like a good main plot with my dream lifestyle? don't know if it's a good idea though considering i just created this blog.

oh also, i've just started watching stranger things 4 !! i love the show up until now, but i've heard that vol. 2 could've been better. not sure, i just started episode one with my father on wednesday. i hope its not a weird season with a lot more people dying.

oh! speaking of which, i'm thinking of taking bass lessons soon. and maybe piano too. i've really wanted to play both for a while. he knows how to play bass, piano, drums, pretty much anything. he can make a tune out of recordings of every instrument and then he can make a nice instrumental song. he makes good poems so sometimes i tell him to make songs but he doesn't usually. he's making one now actually! i finally convinced him with elliot (his little sister) that he should write a song. so i think he's writing a song, maybe it's a love song for his crush. like i dunno but that could def be a reason why he's hiding it from us. otherwise he's pretty open about music and stuff.

him & i also went to a bakery in town. it was a bit close to the hotel his family & my family were staying at. (family friends trip, chill nothing weird.) so it was nice to go out and feel the night breeze. especially since i haven't been leaving the house much after being gone to ontario for an hour. we went shopping and i bought a cute cream colored mug with brown paint splattered on it, and a cute little baby tee that said gilmore on it !!

we went out to a cute bakery and had pastries and tea. we also bought candy from there for our sisters. mine's twelve and his is eight, but my sister's still pretty immature. they get along really nicely. his sister likes dolls, and my sister likes fixing dolls up. that's not whats immature about her, she genuinely acts five, but she loves dolls, and miniatures and making jewelry which i adore for her. if she's happy, i'm happy. in the end we both bought chocolate covered peppermint sticks with sprinkles. i think it was called lazy dog chocolateria. really great place, the food was sososososoo yummy.

anyway, so much for trying to keep a short entry. thank you for staying this long and listening to my conversations that were, really, just for myself considering not many people are going to listen to these.

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love always, ella ୨୧

#downtowngirl #baking #heart aesthetic #ella's diary #defnottziriella

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theheartbrokenones · 2 years

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Me & My Demons

Okay sooooo I was like hmm this little plot won't go away, it caught me and held me hostage so I Have to share it with everyone. There will be Harry point of view of everything and let me say, you def want to look at Blaise point of view in his story and explaining of things. But let me give you a look into Harry's Introduction. ❤️❤️❤️

You are my first Hello. My hated Goodbye. The first person I think of in the morning and my desired dreams. You're never too selfish, my love because if your love is selfish then I am the greediest man there is to live. I want to own you not just in mind body or soul but in everything in your life. I wish to hide you in away so only I can lay my eyes on your beauty, to be blessed with your smile and hear your laughter. — Unknown

Harry looked at his ‘aunt’ Petunia as if she was but a bug that he was going to dissect. She was shaking while making breakfast for her family under his watchful eyes looking for a mistake. He was tall for a seven-year-old and filled out.

“I will be visiting the Ibrahim family.” My real family was left unspoken making her flinch at the name of the family that lived down the street from them.

“Y-yes, that is fine.” A smile crossed his face, enjoying the fear he was seeing. “I expect you and others to behave without me having to remind you.”

A whimper fell from her lips, they couldn’t afford if Vernon lost another finger or toe to an ’accident’. “Then I shall take my leave.” With that he spun on his heel walking away, it was summer break and wanted to see his Ahki and Okht.

Harry walked down the street, he narrowed his eyes seeing curtain movement across the street. That women is always watching me… I’ll tell bābā about this. With that he moved faster before pulling his own personal key out to unlock the door for private drive Seven.

“Marhaba Hashim.” He hears from the kitchen as smell of delicious breakfast that makes his stomach growl. He steps out of his shoes and place them in the cubby in the corner. He shuffles to the kitchen looking at the woman he consider his mom, the one who took him in as if he was her own child.

“Hello Omm.” He greets back, today she was wearing a black dress with golden leaf embroider in the dress. Her hair was hidden by her by hijab that matched her dress, today fashion style was the al-amira.

“Sit down, the others will be down. Today we will be going over your lessons and practicing wandless magic before visiting the bank.” Her lip slightly curled up slightly before smoothing back out was the only indicator of visiting the creatures at Gringotts bank.

“Of course Omm, I will be sure bābā and I will be as quick as possible.” He did not want his Omm to be in presence longer than she needed. They were beneath her after all.

The others soon came down greeting him as he waited for them to sit down so they can eat. While they didn’t follow all the rules of their people they still tried to blend both worlds together for the children so they didn’t stand out.

He was comfortable listening to everyone speak, eating a salad and occasionally scooping up hummus with a piece of the flatbread. “Hashim, have you finished reading book on meditation I lent you?” Aamaal spoke, she patted her lips with her napkin.

“Yes, Okht I have. It was enlightening as always, you have blessed me.” He smiled emerald eyes glistening. They used keywords just encase anyone was listening. “The Dursley enjoyed the meditation very much so as well, they were quite in bliss.”

He liked the book, while it was fun to watch them bleed, he had to be careful to make sure they looked fine or they could pass it off as an accident. But Aamaal was skillful in breaking someone or dragging out torture of the mind. She wrote it in a book that only family can access and let Harry borrowed it and the Dursley were just so willing.

“Good Hashim, I should stop for a visit.” She smiled back ruby red lips pulled into a poisonous smile. Aidan smiled ruffling Harry hair, “Good job.”

Harry ducked his head, while he is used to praises it was different with his family. They were different an exception to the rule, their words meant more to him than the sheep outside the door. “Ahki stop you are flustering him.”

Aamaal saving him from further embarrassment that Aidan would no doubt inflect with his words or worse affection. Aidan laughed yet flicked his wrist to stop the knife from hitting him. Harry watched in amusement how the knife moved as if a drill yet held in the air.

“No practicing at the table, wait till we begin lesson and Hashim good work I almost didn’t notice the new tea.” All three of them straighten up hearing Ahdia spoke her. While her voice gave nothing away her eyes held a love and affection for her children.

“Sorry Omm.” “Thank you, Omm.” Choired out from all three of them. “Relax, Ya Hayati.” Harisah reached to place his hand over his wife. “Your sweet, Rohi. But if the children break another dish then you will be the one dealing with my anger.” Harisah lost some color turning back to them. “Listen to your mother.”

After that everyone went back to talking and planning for after lesson, Hashim tilted his head as if listening to something. His magic was stirring and receding as if a tsunami under his skin as if something was calling it from a distant but still far. How odd it hadn’t done that in a while, he will have to look into that later.

With breakfast done and helping his Omm because he wasn’t lazy. Still he kept an eye on his magic wondering what this phenomenon is. He would find out what caused it and get his answers.

With that in mind, he headed for his room to change into his clothes for their lessons with his siblings, going to the basement that stood on the mats. Today they were to practice hand-to-hand combat then weapon training before using their magic. He watched Aamaal with slight envy she moved like a dancer, graceful and flexible like water hard to get a hold of before slipping thru your fingers.

Aidan was the different he was like a storm that snuck up on you and was fast as lightning overwhelming his opponent with his attacks not giving them room to think or try to predict his attack. He made their focus on his next hit and not what he was doing till it was to late. Harry watched with bated breath as Aidan copy Aamaal move of slight of hands with a blade.

Aamaal and Aidan were always amazed by Hashim, how he picked up training like a sponge and truly was like them. He was a raging inferno that drew life in before snuffing it out, he was silent as a shadow moving with the grace of an apex predator and just as vicious. How he toy with his opponent before sinking his blade thru them and only frown as if disappointed with the lack of a true fight.

They were trained to take over the guild or league depending on who was asked, like their father and mother and their ancestor before them. They were the equalizer to take down threats of the world to get rid of the corruption and make it look like an accident. The training was brutal some don’t survive to see the next day but those who did were loyal.

There was no leaving the guild, to leave was to be hunted around the world always in hiding and if you had family they were targeted till you returned to the guild and accept your punishment. Harry made it clear he wasn’t leaving, it was his home and he would be the next Head as Aidan made it clear he doesn’t want the position content with training the new recruits. Aamaal was busy with information gathering to care for the spot saying it would be to distracting for her.

To be official and recognize member one must finish fifty missions thru extreme climates, no help or resource beside what you had on you while wearing magic damping cuffs. If capture one either must escape on their own while enduring torture which they all should have learned to endure thanks to Aamaal and Omm or use the escape they all carry on them. If they escape then they must start over again while the Guild erased what ever capture them.

Harry was aiming to be the youngest to ever accomplish becoming a member of the guild, and he had a perfect little dummies to test out anything he learned or study in the books at his aunt’s home. The training was brutal but left Harry feeling the ever comforting thrill under his skin, his magic buzzing at with the hunger of blood as he flicked his blade clean, ready to be used on any target in his sight. He gripped the handle tighter looking at his bābā.

“Your training is going to be cut short Hashim, we need to go or else we will be late for the meeting with your family accountant.” Harisah spoke looking down at his son, Harry nodded before bowing to his father. Disappearing from his sight as soon as Harisah looked to his remaining children and members using the guild portals in the basement.

Harry took a quick shower before dressing in the suit his Omm must have laid out. The jacket button went up from his left side then curved before buttoning up his chest a unique design for him to hide his blades. It was black with golden leaf embroider with a dragon going up his right arm it covered a bit of his legs, but the slacks covered that before sliding on his shoes over his socks.

He headed downstairs after making sure he tamed his hair a bit. His Omm stopped to lock him over before nodding approving him. “Good, He is waiting for you out back. I need to continue your sibling's lessons so I cannot go. Behave my little one.”

She caressed his head, it was the most affection she dear displayed out in the open before turning to leave. Harry missed the warmth but masked it behind his walls and moved to where his bābā wait. He closed his eyes as they apparate to the point before gracefully moving to the bank.

Letting his magic leak out, the people parted like the sea, they might not know why or that they did it but their magic while feeble sensed a predator amongst them. He looked at them with barely contain disgust, how pathetic they are weak fools who let themselves go doing nothing but the bare minimum not trying to get strong or work to learn rather railing behind someone stronger. Yet they look down on muggles but at least they advance themselves creating new things since they lack magic and work their bodies and muscles truly the wizarding world in Britain is weak.

Yet his grandfather wanted something that was stolen from them and he will retrieve it, He was going to be the one to find it. He amused himself daydreaming of ruling this little community building it to greatness before dismissing it as he enter the bank, he liked watching the goblins they interest him. They were warrior and treated them as such yet they were weary of his family something about one of family ancestor assassinating them leaving only leaving their calling card behind as a warning to not betray them.

“Lord Ibrahim, Heir Potter.” Griphook acknowledge them before guiding them to a office, they never had to wait. His family didn’t want to risk anyone getting a look of his scar even with it covered under makeup it was better to be cautious and paranoid than be taken by surprised. They went over his account seeing his money being payment to a Dumbledore, payment to his aunt Petunia for child care, and payment to a Weasley family.

That wouldn’t do he didn’t know any Weasley, nor a Dumbledore and well he would just have to get every bit of money off his Aunt and Uncle they should of told him about it sooner. He smiled at the though of what games he could play only mildly disappointed he wouldn’t be able to do anything to Dudley. “What can you tell me about the Weasley and This Dumbledore character and why they are getting paid if I never met them or authorize this transaction?”

Griphook looked at him before shuffling some paperwork around till he found what is needed, a frown gracing his face.

“Well Heir Potter it is stated That Dumbledore is your magical Guardian so he has access to some of your money not all. Odd…” The goblin frowned reading father as the paper crinkled under his grip.

“It seems Heir Potter some other things need to be discussed as well.” Griphook spoke sitting the paper down, “I never met this Dumbledore person a day in my life. How can he be my Magic Guardian? If so I would like to remove him and have Lord Ibrahim as my new Guardian and have it done discretely.”

Griphook made a face but nodded, “There is a payment for that. 150 should be fitting.” Harry narrowed his eyes. “90 since it was an obvious oversight since no one asked if I approved of this.” Griphook leaned forward, “95 and we will take care of getting your money back.”

Harry hummed before nodding, “Acceptable. What else is there to discuss?” Griphook smiled showing his teeth it would make a lesser man flinch but it only amused harry.

“It seems your parent's Will was sealed but nothing shows why it was sealed. It will take some time to unseal it of course. It also shows that you were also made the Heir of the Black family by your godfather who appears to be incapacitated at the time. Of course if you take that heir ship you would need to do some blood test and magic test before receiving the ring and talk with their family accountant.”

Harry tilted his head, he has a godfather? His birth parent's Will was sealed without view? This seem to be getting stranger by the minute, glancing at his father he could see his father was thinking about something putting together pieces that Harry himself couldn’t see.

“I will take it, find out why my godfather is incapacitated and why my Parent’s will was sealed. When will I need to do the blood test and magic test?” He was curious while he may not feel anything for people he didn’t know like his birth parents he would honor them by figuring out something like this. And he wanted to see if this person who they chose as his godfather was worthy if not he could cut him loose.

The discussion moved on to making appointment for the test and haggling reasonable price for everything before leaving out of the bank whispering to his father. When he felt it his magic stirring as if pulling at something when he saw the most beautiful person. An Angel amongst the mortals, He looked the other over noting how they made him think warm yet dark caramel as they moved under the sun, their outfit was all black with appears to be a beautiful white snake wrapped around him.

He watched from the corner of his eye how the other danced between people not touching them he could understand something that beautiful shouldn’t have such filth touch them. How the other tried not to draw attention to himself as he got closer to the bank yet as soon as he was close the other paused looking at him. Did he feel it to?

He couldn’t help but turn to look back, he notice the full lips set in a small pout the strong nose and then brows with lashes that framed the unique Lilac eyes. The other kept their face blank, but Harry noted the twitch of fingers and crinkle of eyes the other was bothered by something, but what. He couldn’t feel or sense something what could bother his angel?

The snake lifted its head, huh, so it wasn’t decoration how cute. ‘$ Leave my hatchling alone you demon! $” He couldn’t help but look at her in amusement, he could behead her but it would probably upset his angel. He kept his eye on his angel when he felt it.

It was like a siren song, yet the call of battle. Soothing yet thrilling it made him want to relax yet boiled his bleed for the next fight. So intoxication He wanted more to sink his teeth into it and drink all down and it was coming from his angel, how perfect. He watched how the other hurried and he wanted to stop him but he was quick and blending in with the people.

Its okay he can still feel the other, reaching out with his own he tried to grasp the other location when it vanished as soon as he touched it. He cursed in his mind, vowing to find and hunt down his angel to make him, his. “Hashim?” He heard his father call for his attention noting the amusement in his papa eyes. “He got away.”

He heard the soft laughter, “If I am correct that was Heir Blaise Zabini, his mother is Cecilia Zabini.” Harry smirked a little Blaise Zabini. He found more with less. With that they hurried home, he excused himself from dinner as he had something to handle at his Aunt house.

#blarry #Yandere #ao3 author #fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 fanfic #Dark Harry Potter #Assassins #Morally ambiguous Harry Potter #Sadistic Harry Potter #Dom Harry Potter #Top Harry Potter #poc harry potter #Harry is not going to be the lights tool #Better way to describe how harry looks think Damian Wayne

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theramblinghockeydude · 10 months

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Music is good for the soul

I love music, always have. I am also very picky about the music I listen to and kind of have that grumpy old man view of music as I don't like to venture outside of my comfort music and hear new things and I am a firm believer in "the stuff these kids listen to these days is horrible, not even music...why back in my day..." Big fan of rock music. Give me some great guitar riffs and drum and I am good to go. I also like a little piano every now and again, but it has to be the right kind. Elton John, that man knew how to do piano rock. Billy Joel kind of has it on lock as well. Country music is a huge no for me despite many people in my life trying to convert me...I am looking at you Heather with your Reba tape and getting me to go to country concerts with you :) I have also been known to listen to some Rap and Hip Hop and more recently...funk. Earth, Wind and Fire, yes please. I grew up listening to bands like Motley Crue, Ratt, Poison, Whitesnake, LA Guns, Cinderella (very confusing for my sister when she was just a wee little tyke). My favorites were Bon Jovi and Def Leppard back in the day. That changed around 1998. I had started getting into Christian Rock music a little more and started looking for more music in that genre. That is when I found Disciple and the rest is history.

What did I love about Disciple? The first thing that drew me to them was a song called, "I Just Know." Basically this song stated my faith perfectly. I don't care how you worship or what your traditions are, however you decide to worship, I just know Jesus is the way. That was exactly how I felt despite what some around me were telling me, you have to worship this way and not that way. Disciple came with a message...as long as Jesus is at the center of it all, go for it. As a Christian who was struggling to find his identity back then, it was the message I needed to hear, so I kept listening. 25 years later they are still my favorite band and they still keep pumping out music that not only speaks to me, but has the elements of rock that I love.

What is it about music in general that I personally love? Thank you for asking, that is a great question. I love how a well written song can make you feel. I love how songs can transport you back to a specific place in time, or make you think of a specific person in your life. I feel like, at least for me, music is attached to everything. There are songs in my playlist that I probably wouldn't still listen to today, but they remind me of a time and place that was important in my life. Disciple has at least one song on almost every release that stirs up huge emotions in me because of the message of the song. I love that, it makes me feel alive inside, let's me know that I have not given into the world around me and become numb. By the way, "Numb" by Linkin Park...great song. When you take a deeper dive into the music sometimes and you find out the story behind the song, that can totally change it for you. Disciple has a song, "Things Left Unsaid." The song is about saying your final goodbyes to someone and remembering the times you had with them. Here is a quote from Kevin about that song ""Things left unsaid" is also a really meaningful song for me. It was written when my grandfather died and it's the only way I really got through it." When my grandma Helen passed away, I couldn't listen to that song for maybe a year or so, it was just too hard because I knew the meaning behind it and why Kevin wrote it and it was just too hard to hear it without absolutely losing it. I am happy to say the song is back in rotation now and even though it makes think of my grandma every time I hear it, that is ok because I love remembering her. I just feel like music is so powerful that way, with how it can make you feel. Get you hyped up and ready to take on the world, mellow you out when you are anxious, give you the warm and fuzzies with the memories attached. Powerful stuff.

We have the background now on why I love music and who some of my favorites are. Let's dive into a story or two, because, well, I have a few.

I have seen Def Leppard many times in concert over the years, which is cool because they were always my favorite until they were dethroned. My favorite concert was at the Bismarck Civic Center. I believe I was in college at the time and I went with CJ. During that particular concert they played "in the round" where they set up in the middle of the floor and you crowded around the stage. No opening act, just Def Leppard and they played for what seemed like forever. Every song you wanted to hear was hit, it was the perfect experience and I was with a great friend, couldn't really get any better than this. Side note, CJ was always up for a good concert. I have quite a few concert experiences that involve him and the music associated with those concerts will often remind me of him. Another side note...Bon Jovi was also a huge favorite of mine back in the day, never have seen them live, kind of a bummer as I would have loved to back in the day before Jon cut his hair and they got soft.

Disciple, have I seen them live...why yes I have, mind you it took me almost 10 years to finally have them close enough to go, but it eventually happened. I was at work one day and on the Disciple website checking tour dates and I often did just in case. Most of their concerts were in the Southern US at the time (they are from TN) and so the chance to see them live had avoided me. As I said, I was on this particular day and going through the tour dates when I saw, what I thought was ND next to a tour date. Had to look a couple of times to make sure, but low and behold...September 16th, 2007 in Jamestown, ND...Disciple. I have to be dreaming, no way this is possible. Yep, no matter how many times I looked, it was still there. Now, the tough part, how I am going to patiently wait a couple of months? It wasn't easy let me tell you, but finally that day came and i was off to Jamestown. I believe it was a Sunday, so it worked out great. I arrived in Jamestown way too early as I wanted to make sure I found the venue with plenty of time to spare, it was on the campus of Jamestown University and I found it with ease. I sat in my car for a couple of hours waiting for the doors to open...what was I listening to...Disciple :) The doors finally opened and I was inside. This was really going to happen, oh, and the cost of all this...$10. If I remember correct, there were 4 bands. Waverly, Dizmas, Fireflight and Disciple. I had heard Fireflight before that night, so I was very much interested in their show as well as I liked what I had heard. They did not disappoint. Disciple was the headliner, so I had to wait through the others to get there. Finally the moment came. Small venue, not a ton of people, I would say 250-300, so I was able to get right down front. Disciple came out and rocked for the next hour or so, was not disappointed at all in the show. They sound fantastic live. What I was most blown away with was the passion that Kevin sang with. I mean, this man put his entire heart and soul into that concert, left it all on stage. The part of the experience that I was not expecting...you get to meet the bands after the show. They all sit at tables and sign autographs and chat with fans after the show. Heck yeah, sign me up for that. I go through the lines for the other bands and just kind of hung back a bit to let the line for Disciple thin out as I had waited too long for this moment, wasn't going to let it go by without getting the most of it. Got autographs from the buys and talked with Kevin for quite a while, it was really cool and when I left that venue I was on cloud 9, the though to driving back to Minot at midnight didn't even phase me. On the drive back, between Jamestown and Bismarck, I was treated to a cool lightning show, which was a nice cherry on top of an awesome sundae...or Sunday if you will :) Rolled into Minot around 2:30 am, had a hard time falling asleep. Went into work the next day and got to tell my story as quiet a few co-workers knew how excited I was for that show. Sometime mid morning it dawned on me...they are Williston tonight...could I...should I...Ummm...yeah, I think it has to happen. I got permission to leave early and called my sister and asked her if she was up for a trip to Williston to hear some music. Of course she was, and so it was set. Concert that night was great as well, and was cool to see it with my sister. Funny story from that night. These two girls show up and you could tell...groupies looking to "get with the band." The vibe and feel was there. During all Disciple shows, Kevin will give a message, basically, what is on his mind and what he feels God is placing on his heart to tell others that night. My sister and I got a kick out the reaction those two girls had to it, once Kevin started talking about God and Jesus, they were out...could not leave fast enough...guess they were barking up the wrong tree.

I have seen Disciple in Jamestown twice, once in Maddock with my sister and BJ and another time in Minot at Bishop Ryan HS with Danny and his son Joey. That last one was cool because Danny is also a fan of Disciple and had never seen them live. I was able to talk him into going to that one. There is just something about being at a concert with a great friend that makes it even more special.

So, that is a bit of what music is to me with a couple of stories for good measure. I honestly am not sure what lies ahead musically for me. Will I find any new bands or am I too old and stubborn to branch out? Time will tell on that one. When will Kevin decide to call it quits? That will be a sad day for me. I am going to leave you with one last quick story involving music.

Back in the day at Farstad, Danny had workout equipment upstairs. I would go up after work and use them and, of course, Disciple was playing on the boom box. I come in one night and turn on the boom box expecting to pick up with my Disciple cd where I had left it the night before...instead, I get..."Jump Around." Danny had been up there after me the night and switched cd's on me. To this day is a funny little thing with him and I, but that song will forever remind me of him, and that, again, is the power of music.

I would love it if you would leave a comment here or on facebook with your favorite band or type of music. If you have a story involving music you'd like to share, that would be cool as well.

Until next time...

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tsukishimas-shortcake · 3 years

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Relationship Headcanons

↦ Character(s): Hakkai Shiba x fem!reader

↦ Rating/Warning: No rating though there are some light mentions of abuse (if you have read the manga you are aware of what I am talking about, I’m not going very deep into it though it literally just mentions it), mentions of anxiety attacks (no detail though), fluff, not proof read

↦ Word count: 1.8k (longer than planned, sections are bolded)

↦ Your Momo’s Receipt: Hello~ I’m post yet another TR headcanon and this was requested by the lovely @strawbub I hope this doesn’t disappoint, it did get longer than planned but I enjoyed writing it. I'll prob do a part two that's more of a scenario based on your first date or something since I didn't go into it here. Please note: for those of you who don’t know my blog is currently under construction, meaning I will not be updating my masterlist for the time being.

So how did you guys meet, well mostly because of Yuzuha,

One day in like elementary you’re walking home and you see this super pretty middle school girl just like yelling at this small group of guys

The guys end up running off just because they don’t wanna deal with her or the attention she's drawn to them

Behind her was a boy, taller than her but obviously younger. You didn’t assume they knew eachother though.

The boy and yuzuha began walking in opposite directions because one was going home while the other was going to pick up something like groceries

You’re so entranced by how she stood up to them yet she’s a girl who was far smaller and you end up catching up to her, almost stepping on her heels

You end up absent mindedly following her into the grocery store and eventually she just freezes, turns, and stare directly at you

Your eyes widen since you must’ve been staring and she just goes “may I ask why you’re following me?” And you explain how cool she was earlier. She invites you over for dinner (esp since her older brother won’t be home) and figured it’d be good for Hakkai to meet someone his age

You end up going over but Hakkai didn’t come down to eat so you never actually got to meet him, though from then on you would see Yuzuha every so often, visit every other weekend or so

But no matter how often you came over the next few months, you never once met hakkai,

That was until you both reached the end of your middle school education and we’re about to begin high school

You had gone over because you were going to borrow an old work book from Yuzuha, and when you go to knock on the door the door opens before your closed fist could hit it, instead hitting a firm chest

You blush and quickly apologize but the person in front of you doesn’t move at all, doesn’t say anything and almost looks like they drifted into space with their dead stare

You assume this is yuzuha’s older brother because you’ve also never met him and you immediately turn to walk away but Yuzuha calls over hakkai’s shoulder

“Y/N-Chan! You just got here where are you going?” This was def not yuzuha’s older brother. There’s no way she’d be that happy with him around; oh my god. Realization hit, the guy who you hit (though it was more of a tap) was hakkai.

The hakkai you had only caught a glimpse of in yuzuha’s photos, never talked to or actually seen in person despite going to the same school and living in the same neighborhood

He must hate you. That’s why he avoids you. That’s def why - is what you think

Yuzuha drags hakkai back inside and invites you in; you sit down with them in the living room and watch hakkai visibly relax now that he’s inside his house, his own space, with a pillow behind him and a blanket covering his lower half, he almost curls up into it as he continues to avoid your stare

“Hi hakkai…Kun? Im L/N Y/N” you say and you see his face dead pan once again

Yuzuha can be heard laughing from the kitchen as she comes back in.

She leans over and begins explaining that hakkai literally just freezes with any interaction between him and girls who aren’t in his family

You nod, thinking maybe it’s an anxiety thing? Which is the case with you, but only because he’s been watching you since you’ve come over (not in a creepy way) wanting to and working the courage up to talk to you

The 5th or so time you came over after that encounter he was inches away from introducing himself before the house phone rang causing everyone to kind of “wake up” in a sense

Every time since then he gets closer and closer but isn’t able to say anything; he even realizes he has a crush on you.

The way you sit when you do homework and how cute you look when you’re focused.

How your forehead scrunches up when you’re trying to figure something out and you end up just sitting back with a small huff followed by yuzuha’s signature laughter.

It’s also a huge thing that you get along with Yuzuha.

So enough with first meeting time for the confession.

He ends up confessing accidentally. He didn’t know you were coming over to begin with so he was flustered out of his mind. And how was he supposed to know you hadn’t actually fallen asleep and you could hear him over the tv

The tv was more white noise than anything and the day was hot since it was the middle of summer causing the window to be open and the sound of soft wind and small birds to drift in; this was the hot that makes you tired so you were all sprawled out of just sitting in a daze

So while resting your head on the table you’re dozing in and out but then you hear hakkai begin to speak, something he never really did around you

Now did you and hakkai text? Yes. Did it take him an hour to reply because his brain would explode when you replied to him? Yes. But was it a start to communication? Also a yes.

You hear him say your name quietly before he moved closer, you can feel his gaze on your features

“I like you” is all he says. Simple and sweet. But you sit there in shock, trying not to blush so he’ll have no idea you heard him but he can tell because your forehead scrunches

You heard him and are focused on if you should reply or not. And he knows that.

You open your eyes and just look up at him, he’s closer than expected. His hand close to yours on the floor and he reaches over and grabs it lightly. Hoping you’ll also return the gesture by holding his hand instead of leaving your hand limp inside his.

And you do, thank goodness, and Hakkai almost mentally can’t handle it.

Once you start dating it’s more so just hanging out at his house or yours; however he talks a bit more and you text a lot more. He’s gotten better at replying. It usually takes him like 15 minutes now

He’s kinda stressed about your relationship but not due to anything you or him did

He’s stressed because of the mentality his older brother gave him

Is he even allowed to be this happy?

He finally has someone thats small enough and naive enough that he can protect you; compared to constantly being protected it’s a sudden, strong, yet good change for him

He’s touch s t a r v e d

Yes Yuzuha shows affection; but he stopped accepting her hugs when he was around 8 just because he physically wasn’t able to handle it due to his bruises and such

But with you, even with his bruises and all you take care of him. Able to coax him into using medicines and toning down the physical violence (that he can control himself)

He also finds it super soothing when you lightly brush over his scars (especially those that his brother gave him), it helps him believe that scars are only physical and can fade with help

One thing that stresses him out the most is trying to hide you from his brother. Any time you leave something at the house its easy to pass it off as yuzuha's but when it comes to things like photos he has with you, he can't hang them up, show them off, or have them as his phone Lock Screen, etc. because he just really doesn't want his brother to know and target you since he'll then know that you're his weakness (aside from yuzuha as well)

Sometimes won't explain why he can't hang out and has legit pushed you out of his house before at the last minute notice of his brother coming home

Will always make sure you get home safe though, usually by having Yuzuha go with you since then she can just say you're a friend from school

Your parents love him, though they were a bit hesitant it became a "you always have a place to stay" because they learned about their family situation from you and yuzuha. So expect him to spend the night when he's too scared to deal with his brother. Same with yuzuha. (yes I know this isn't yuzuha head canons but its hard to write for him without mentioning her when they're so close)

We're talking three person sleep overs. Yuzuha and you of course share the bed and Hakkai takes some time to even set foot in your room much less sleep on a mattress that's on the floor

He has a small heart attack every time he comes into your room because he's overwhelmed with everything, he's never been so comfortable and it makes him feel restless. Like he's never and I mean n e v e r been less stressed and slept better than when he does so in your room

The smell, the colors, just being surrounded by you is something that completely changes his mood

Once showed up after he fought with his brother, tears in his eyes and clothes a bit tattered and you just pulled him to your room, and sat down with him.

You laid on your bed with him laying down onto of you, head on your chest as you rubbed his head and only said a few words "its not your fault"

He ends up crying so hard he falls asleep and gets dehydrated and you have to make him drink a bunch of water when he finally wakes up.

NSFW

super fucking careful w you

almost annoyingly so, but you're understanding

He knows that he might be taking things frustratingly slow but he knows that since you understand and know his history that you can help him get through it

Your first time you think you'll have to call it off because he's shaking so bad

"baby... are you sure it won't hurt you?" he keeps asking.

pretty sure that's the longest its ever taken him to finish because he was so anxious

despite being so slow and hesitant, late he isn't too scared to get a bit rougher

but im not talking anything crazy im talking like he's willing to pull your hair a bit or nip a bit harder at your neck.

Please never ask him to do anything like degrade you or some type of harsh physical rough shit, he can't

like literally im 99% sure that if you ask him to choke you or something he will pass out because of the anxiety attack he would have at even the thought.

in short with nsfw though he is sweet boy. He's a switch through and through. Loves when you take care of everything because then he doesn't have to be scared of hurting you.

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words-for-holland · 3 years

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Always Yours

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Sometimes dating a celebrity is hard...but Tom & Y/N have always said no matter what happens they could get through anything. Some angst but a lot of fluff.

A/N: So sorry for leaving yall hanging! Life is just crazy right now and this blog needs a lot of TLC tbh!! Also ehh I def dont think this was my best work but enjoy?

“Oof” Y/N lets out as she plops on to her boyfriend who was lying comfortable on the couch. Tom groaned at the impact with a cheeky smile on his face, his arms instantly wrapping around Y/N’s frame.

“Y’know..there are empty seats right there.” The soft brown-eyed boy gestured with the flick of his thick head as Y/N raises her eyes looking down at him, pretending to be slightly offended.

“Oh I see how it is then. It’s cool...Ill just cuddle with Tessa instead. I know she would welcome me with open arms instead of—” As she slowly starts getting off his chest, Tom is quick to pull her back in, securing her with his strong arms. “No baby, I was just kidding. I want you right here, and Im never letting you go.” he pleas.

The only thing Y/N could manage was letting out a fit of giggles into his chest, a sound that Tom adored and would do absolutely anything to hear every minute of every day. They stay like this for a while enjoying the feeling of each other as they both run their hands into each others hair, the feeling of their chests moving up and down, the subtle thumps of their heartbeats, and the little slips of adoration that came out of their mouths. It was peaceful. A moment that nobody could really take a way because it was theirs.

Y/N casually pulls up her phone, and scrolls through Twitter when she noticed a particular tweet on her timeline. Her eyebrows furrow, as she read the 160 character message.

Why Tom Holland Should Be With Aaliyah Cole and Dump Y/N: A Thread.

She knew it wasnt a good idea to open up the thread. She knew very well that everything within the shallow string of tweets would be a complete waste of her time because it was made up by fans who just wanted to satisfy their fantasy of shipping Tom with his co-star. Who can blame them? They always had great chemistry, but it was part of the job and thats all it would ever be.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Tom murmurs, as he places soft kisses at the crown of her head. “Whats going on?” She was lucky her phone was facing away from Tom, quickly closing the app and pretending to be on one of her many tabs in Safari.

“Mmm..nothing.” Y/N lies softly, a tight-lipped smiled plastered on her face.

“Absolute bullocks. Youre not a very good liar.” He chuckles. “Tell me darling. Whats on your mind?”

Y/N rolls her eyes in response. She’s heard that comment one too many times in her life from everyone shes known. After not giving it much thought, she gives in, sighing heavily. “Dont judge me for what Im about to say.”

“Mmm...I think it might depend on wha— Ow” Tom reacts as he playfully rubs the side of his chest that Y/N hit. “Okay too soon for jokes. Go on.”

Again, Y/N sighs as she props herself up. “Its just ... well a lot of your fans keeps talking about wanting you to get with Aaliyah.” She looks down trying not to make eye contact with Tom, who she’d imagine was looking at her with annoyance.

Tom rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness. Not so much at Y/N but the fact that some of his fans just didnt want to accept the fact that he was happy with Y/N. If it had to come from his mouth to stop the stupid rumors and give his girlfriend peace, then hed gladly yell it from the rooftops for everyone to hear. “Thats it Im making a statement about it.”

Y/N’s eyes widen in fear, scrambling to prevent him from grabbing his phone on the table next him. “No no no no.” She repeatedly declines. “You’ll only make it worse.”

“Darling, Im not going to stand here and watch you get all insecure because of their delusional ship.”

“Yeah well Im not gonna be the reason your fans hate me because Im getting in the way of your friendship with Aaliyah Cole.” She fires back.

Tom was ready to open his mouth only to be cut off once again. “And you know better. That is how your fans will always see it.”

“Okay, are you done?” He calmly asked, cautiously observing her. Rarely did Y/N ever get worked up about anything, but when she had her tangents, Tom always made sure she got off everything she needed to say before he becomes her voice of reason.

“Yeah, I guess.” she says feeling defeated. “Look its whatever and Im tired, can we just let this go and forget this whole conversation even happened?”

Tom was unconvinced, but didnt want to push her further. So reluctantly, he gave in and wrapped his arms around Y/N as they both tried to lull themselves to sleep.

***

Y/N wasnt sure how she ended up in the Tube. It was strange how the lights flickered off the rusted tile floor. The train was no where to be seen, but off to the side of the railroads was pitch black, she could hardly see beyond. To her right she noticed herself standing in the corner of the room, and to her surprise Aaliyah was there. Her milk chocolate kissed skin, and fashionably long frizzy hair dropped down past her shoulders. Her figure long and poised, as she wore a rain jacket and sweats. An outfit only she could pull off and make it look like she was a model for Vogue. Aasliyah smiles brightly at Y/N.

“Hey Y/N.” She says cheerfully as a genuine friend would.

To Y/N’s surprise she greeted her back in the same tone. “Hey Aaliyah...uhh whats going on?” Y/N wasnt sure if she wanted the answer of how they both ended up in the Tube or if she truly wanted to know how her day went.

“Well Im getting ready to present at the Oscars.” She replies, a smile plastered as if she was so excited about it, almost too excited like she was keeping a secret.

“Really? Oh my god, that’s amazing! Im so proud of you Aaliyah! Who are you taking?”

Aaliyah pauses for a few moment looking back and forth, making sure no one else was around. “Okay can you keep a secret?” She whispered.

Y/N nods her head slowly, not having the slightest clue of what was going on. “Im taking Tom. I think he really likes me, and well...I like him too! Do you think maybe I should ask him when we go?” Aaliyah asked genuinely. It was almost like she had no recollection of Y/N and Tom being a couple. “I think we would look good together. Everyone is already making rumors and ships about us.”

Y/N backs aways lowly only to bump into a broad figure. As she turns around she sees Tom, emotionless and almost sad. “Y/N.” He speaks out. “I dont think this is going to work out. Im leaving you.”

Y/N’s heart quickens, and her breaths become shorter as she tries to find a way to run. Running and running into the darkness, until all she could hear was Tom’s faint voice calling out her name.

***

“Y/N! Y/N! Baby wake up please.” Tom cries as he gently shakes his girlfriend from her disturbed sleep.

Quickly Y/N opens her eyes and clutches on to Toms hoodie firmly. Back home, and in Toms arms. It was a dream was all she thought. A sigh of relief escaping from her mouth.

“Darling...” he speaks softly, worried about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

Y/N looks up at him and nods frantically. “Mmm..bad dream.”

“Yeah it seemed like it. You were so frightened...I was scared. What happened?” He’s looking at her, trying to read her saddened eyes, wanting to desperately understand what scared her so he could make it all go away for her.

Y/N looks down at her fiddling hands, as she sits on the couch. “I uhh...” she lets out a chuckle, thinking of the ridiculousness of it all. “I uhh...dreamed about Aaliyah going to the oscars and saying how she loved you and how you two are perfect for each other. When I turned around I saw you but you werent happy and said you were leaving me.”

Tom doesnt say a word, all he could think about was how sorry he felt to put Y/N in this position. Though both of them knew, It wasnt Toms fault, or anyone’s for that matter. Feelings are feelings and that was okay. No human being was ever born perfect and without insecurities.

Y/N always tried to be a good sport with situations like this knowing every shippers theory and evidence were hardly ever true, but at some point there was only so much she could take before it all came out like an oil spill. Maybe it was a sign that she wasnt good enough to be with Tom if half of his fanbase thought this way as well.

Tom cradled her into his arms again, holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head. “Darling, I know youre still doubting yourself about all of this, but please believe me when I tell you that I love you so so much and no matter what happens...Im always yours.” He whispers gently in her ear. “It was only a dream and these ridiculous rumors and theories are just that. No one woman in the world could ever make me feel the way I feel for you.”

Y/N blinks softly, as she stares into space. Afraid and in a weird way ashamed, its funny how something so small and so minimal could affect her self-esteem so greatly. Tom gently brings her head up, so her eyes can meet his. He rolls his thumb on the bottom of her soft lips. “Hey, I love you.” Tom smiles.

Time stopped for the both of them the moment Y/N looked into his eyes, she felt safe. All the bad words and thoughts slowly disappear. Tom was right, none of the things that anyone said about their relationship mattered. She knew Tom loved her, and how much she truly loved him. Isnt that enough? Of course not. It was more than enough. A smile slowly forming on Y/N’s face. “Theres that smile I love so much.” He comments.

“Im sorry, for being such a —”

“No. Its okay. You have a right to feel the way you did.” He picks up her hand and leaves a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much Tom.” She says pressing her lips to his. “I dont deserve you.”

“Darling, its me that doesnt deserve you. Im always yours.” Tom proclaims as he kisses her back.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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coraskeeper · 3 years

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⤑ 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴/𝘰

⤑ ft: shinsou, tamaki, kirishima, denki, fem!r

⤑ warnings: facesitting, unprotected seggs (don’t try this at home), choking, oral(m&f receiving), dumbification, slight femdom themes (only for tamaki), mastrubation, crying, use of the word cock bc it makes me giggle

⤑ file type: scenarios, smut

⤑ wc: 2.3k

⤑ an: def wanna write a whole shinsou smut now :’)

⤑ last edited: 1.25.21

⤑ 𝘦𝘪𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢

his obsession with his best friends girlfriend started out innocent

he wouldn’t say he was in love with you, more like a kiddie crush

just wanting to be around you and that heart warming presence of yours all it took was for you to simply ask him how he was or, what he wanted to do saying that his opinion mattered just as much as anyone else

it might’ve been then he fell for you, your interest in him was genuine, not many people cared much for his input on anything really

not that he minded- it just felt nice, to know that someone had what he would think in mind

he liked you and if he ever got the chance he’d give you the world, but your world was bakugo and he respected that

but all it took was walking in on you and bakugo getting hot and heavy for his thoughts of you to become way less than innocent

bakugos large hands splayed across your bare ass cheeks as he helped you move up and down along his shaft

your chest pressed into his as you released the most heavenly moans he’d even heard in his life

your wavering whines telling his friend how you couldn’t take anymore but your hips still hopelessly bucking against his

now anytime the poor boy seen you his face flushed red and he’d cut your conversations short out of the guilt of have seen you naked without your knowledge

he felt bad that just the sound of your voice made him so hard it hurt and he’d have no other choice but to relieve himself

thinking of you large hand palming himself through his boxers

his head falling back in relief in his mind you tasted so sweet, he’d always wondered what you tasted like, or what you’d look like sitting on his face begging for him. he just knew you’d look ethereal.

his gripped your hips hard, helping you move your sopping cunt along his mouth, one of your hands threading themselves through his bright red locks giving them a tug.

tears falling from your eyes as you whine asking him to let you breathe just for a second, yet your body betrayed you, your hips rutting against his mouth with the little energy you had left, “ please kiri, i can’t “

his eyes coming to stare up at you lovingly, his lips releasing your clit, “ ‘cmon sweetheart, i know you’ve got one more left “

ruby eyes staring up at you as he flattened his tongue against your clit again, your face was sinful paired with your pretty moans falling from your lips as your hips rutted down harder against his mouth, body shaking before collapsing with a sweet whine of his name.

his hands rubbing soothing circles against your pelvic bone, “ what a good girl you are “.

knees weak, his muscular back arched off the cold wood of the head board as he cupped himself softly, spurts of hot cum soiling the inside of his boxers, “ i want.. to taste her “

⤑ 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘫𝘪

he was actually terrified of you for a while before you became friends

you intimidated him to say the least

you and your boyfriend were very like minded, which would explain your random relationship with mirio

your presence was warm, and you often jumped into things head first and took everything that came your way with nonchalant attitude

though, your temper seemed to be a lot shorter and you were a lot more, uh- assertive for sure

he hadn’t known when it was he fell in love with you but no can say he never tried to prevent it

maybe it was when you’d make sure he got home safe, putting his life before yours on missions and coming to save his ass even when you needed to be saved yourself

or it might’ve been something as trivial as telling a waiter they got his order wrong at a restaurant

he wasn’t sure, but he was in too deep now and he was okay with just being your friend because you and mirio loved each other

he did pretty well at hiding his feelings for a while,

well-

until he received a butt dial from his dear blond friend

at first there was silence and maybe some ruffling here and there, he’d contemplated hanging up until he heard mirio’s quiet whimpering from the other side of the cellphone

in a flustered haze he continued to listen, hearing your sultry voice loud and clear

low and stern, saying that if mirio wasn’t patient you wouldn’t let him cum at all, the blond boy begging for you and promising that he’d be good

he hadn’t mean to keep thinking about the phone call after that day but he couldn’t help but imagine what it be like underneath you and those attentive hands in the heat of the night

he tried not to touch himself at first- the guilt being too much, but your frequent visits to his dreams were becoming too much to deal with on top of his soiled sheets

so now- tamaki relieves himself of you the only way he knows how

your warm hand wrapped around his throbbing length trailing teasing kisses up his thighs, edging closer and closer to where he needed you, “you can cum again, can’t you tama? “

his lower half was starting to tingle almost painfully, the line between pain and pleasure was blurring, his eyes unfocused and body flushed in sweat, but he was so eager to take all that you were giving him, eager to be a good boy for you.

“ y-your mouth- bunny please “

he felt almost ashamed, yet the twitching of his ear and the lustful voice you used when you spoke was enough to spur him and the swirling heat in his stomach.

he wanted to be grateful and take all that you were offering to give him, anything to please you. anything to make you praise him.

the wetness of your mouth was all too surreal, he could almost feel your warm mouth sucking his cock into your throat, losing control bucking his hips up into your mouth with a whine, “ fuck, yes- ‘s good “

your pretty orbs staring up at him as he let out loud moans, his feet digging themselves into the bed sheets to fuck himself into your mouth at a harsh enough pace to give you a sore throat later.

his free hand slapping over his mouth, shaking body arching off the bed and knees clamping shut as he came with a tired scream of your name under his hand.

hot liquid dripping down his stomach and leaking from the tip of his softening length.licking the head of his already overstimulated cock, “ what a good boy you are, isn’t that right tama? “

his body falling limp with a whimper, “ i.. feel so dirty “

⤑ 𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘰

you and his friend midoriya were polar opposites

you were smart mouthed and sarcastic, blunt and insensitive and you were always picking fights with him

though with time, he had begun to grow quite fond with you, a crush maybe

starting to indulge in petty arguments with you and push your buttons more often to see that cute face you made when you were frustrated

just when he came to terms that he developed a bit of attraction to you, you started to plague his mind in more ways than one

in all honesty- he did no more than merely acknowledge your current relationship with his friend

if he wanted you, he'd have you. it was as simple as that

he would never make passes at you simply because he liked you, he was fine with the distance between you both

but he’d figured his friend would have enough sense to know when and where was the right time to get hot and heavy with you

you sat between izuku’s legs, tongue lapping at his glistening cock pitifully, body shaking and tears streaming down your face

the way you could barely speak stunned him- you’d always had something to say

pleading the green haired boy to fuck you, give you some kind of stimulation

shinso watched you both shamelessly, retiring for the night with you and your submissiveness heavy on the brain

after the incident, he’d let you take control of his desires, taking cold showers to relieve himself of the stress you’d cause him from then on

he’d have his hand wrapped around your throat for sure, just barely cutting off your air circulation, hips snapping up into your ass in a pace that had your head spinning and spit dripping from the bottom of your chin.

desperately trying to turn your face away from the mirror in embarrassment, “ look at my pretty slut, drooling for me “, his fingernails digging into your cheeks and holding your head in place so you could watch how your body wreathed in pleasure from him and him alone.

he’d already made you cum with just his cock alone, not giving you time to collect yourself after each orgasm. his strokes deep and harsh, bruising the insides of your walls and his teeth leaving marks all over your neck- you had nowhere to run.

you were powerless and had no other choice but to take him whole, “ ‘nt t-take- no more “. your fingers grasping at the bathroom counter to prevent you from flopping face first into the sink.

“ he cant fuck you like this “, the loud wet smacking against your ass became impossibly louder, “ fucking yourself stupid on my dick- fuuck “

his teeth catching his bottom lip hard enough to break the skin, wet strands of purple hair sticking to his forehead.

thumb pressing down on the tip of his cock edging himself once again trying to control his moans of pure ecstasy at the thought of overstimulating you until you could no longer speak basic english, “ i wanna feel that pretty mouth of hers, too “

⤑ 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪

he knew how wrong it was wrong but, it was his guilty pleasure

you were always so sweet to him, cradling his head to your chest when the others would pick on him and such

all of his friends took a liking to you as seros girlfriend and accepted you into their friend group

you grew especially close to denki, who happened to have a similar personality as you

the inevitable happened- of course, the classic love cliche

he knew you loved sero and he’d never come between you two but he just couldn’t help himself

once sero had been trying to show him a couple of pictures on his phone, swiping too far

accidentally showing denki a very vulgar photo of you

tears in your pretty eyes and your hands tied behind your back with your ass wiggling in the air

a godly arch and seros hand in the center of your back taunting him every time the image plagued his brain

the flash of the camera making your gorgeous cunt glisten

so here he was, late into the night with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth and quiet groans heavy in his chest

sweats and boxers pulled down just low enough for his erection to leak precum against his stomach

shutting his eyes and tilting his head back to let his mind run wild, stroking himself slowly

you’d looked so pretty laid out beneath him legs pressed into your chest and tears of pleasure falling out of your eyes. his tongue catching each one before they could trail down and mix with the sheer layer of sweat on your sweet skin.

your pretty whines for him spurred him on, crying and moaning for him to ruin you in anyway he wanted, to take care of you because no one else could do it the way he did. he thought it was so mean of him to make you cry but you looked so angelic to him crying tears of joy all for his cock, all for him.

“ please, kaminari “, your pretty lips swollen as he leaned down to press another kiss to your mouth thrusting himself deeper into your fluttering cunt, “ don’t worry princess- gonna pump you full of cum “

his cock hitting the special spot inside your warmth, filling you up so good you could just scream, he might leave bruise on the back of your knees and an aching pain in your hips from how rough he was fucking into you.

your scorching insides sucking him back in each time, just imagining the pulse of your pussy was driving him crazy, “ look at this pretty pussy taking me so well- gonna take good care of her “

he could almost feel your arousal dripping down his lower abdomen, your hands pulling at his messy blond hair in ecstasy, your lovely voice calling out for him, “ please kami, take good care of me “

“ kami “

his hips jolting up into his hand harshly as he came, cum spilling over his fingertips, releasing a heavy pant wishlist brushing stray strands of his blond hair away from his face, “ fuuck, please “

tags:

#x poc!reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #x female reader #shinsou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki amakiji #denki kaminari #kirishima ejirou #shinsou hitoshi #bnha smut #cockandcarrots nottaclosetfreak

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happyreid187 · 3 years

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Beats working - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: ~2.5 K

Description: Reader’s friends finally make her go to a party, and force a certain genius to attend as well...

Warnings: SMUT. Explicit, 18+ only! Not gender neutral. Oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected sex, borderline degradation but not really. It’s sort of Dom!spence vibes but very soft. There is alcohol involved at the beginning but consent is made clear. I named the reader’s friends but they’re only mentioned twice so you can def fill that in with your own friends if you prefer :)

“Thank god, you workaholic bitch!” One minute into the party and Marley was already chastising you. Fair. Though you made time for brunches and wine nights, you had missed many of her signature parties. “I’m sorryyyy,” you sang, pulling her in for a hug. “I’m here now.” “Do you think they’ll survive without you for a night?” she giggled. “No, but I don’t really care. Point me in the direction of the alcohol?”

After some obligatory small talk, you found your way through the party to a slightly quieter area, leaning against the wall. You weren’t having a bad time exactly, but you were definitely reminded why you avoid these things. A tall, slim man made his way over, leaning next to you. You had seen him when he came in, having felt drawn to him immediately - he was greeted with similar fanfare, but by Marley’s boyfriend Ben, who lamented his absence at recent parties. You noticed him from the start, but as he stood closer to you, you really took him in, his messy chestnut hair and sharp jawline. He made your brain go dumb. He was, like... really pretty. He seemed shy, but still spoke first “You don’t really seem like a party person. I thought I was the only person they had to force to these things.” he chuckled. “Yeah, I find that I’m about a million percent - well that’s not a thing - a million times more charming one on one. These things make me quiet, and I’m not quiet.” “I love that you corrected yourself there,” he laughed for real this time, and you were weirdly proud of yourself for bringing it out of him. He seemed so stoic and anxious when he first walked in. “I totally relate - I’m usually dead silent at these things and normally people can’t get me to shut up, and...” he smiled at you, and butterflies overtook you “I think you’re plenty charming now.”

It turned out he was the charming one, and he wasn’t so quiet after all. After brief introductions, he really opened up. You could see what he was saying about never shutting up as he rambled on and on, but you couldn’t understand why anyone would ever want him to stop talking. You could have listened to him all night, and you did. The hours flew by. You learned his name and title - he asked you to call him Spencer - how smart he is, and that his passion for his job mirrored your own. You learned a lot, listening to him talk, as he lamented the amount of germs at parties; how entirely disgusting he finds the proximity and amount of touching they inspire. Contrary to his words, he was sitting incredibly close to you, and you could feel his eyes on your lips. The feeling of this stranger’s eyes on you made you happy in a way you couldn’t explain. Maintaining his anti-party rhetoric, he started whining about how stupid it is to try to interact with people in a space where it’s too loud to hear oneself think. The space around you was deafening, and only getting worse, as the people around you got drunker while you two became progressively less so. The benefit of this was that it forced him to sit with his thigh against yours on the couch and say everything in your ear, like a secret. But having him that close gave you goosebumps, and you wanted him even closer.

“It is really loud. Do you wanna... maybe get out of here?” you nervously inquired. His eyes lit up at your suggestion as he started to shift to stand, but then a shyness crossed over his face. “Are you sure?” he replied, glancing at the beer in your hand. “Yes, yes I’m sure.” He looked unconvinced. “I’ve had two drinks in...” you glanced at your watch “four hours. I’ve barely been sipping this one.” He nodded knowingly, “Well, yeah, and considering the average person can metabolize roughly one drink per hour, and those have a relatively low alcohol content, your blood alcohol should be well below the legal limit for driving. I know you’re not drunk. But the whole time we’ve been talking you’ve been...” he paused. He looked nervous. “Uninhibited? Are you sure you want to leave here with me?” Your chest squeezed at the emphasis he placed on the last two words. He not only wanted to make sure you were fully able to want him, he seemed to question why you would. There was a lot to unpack there, so you pushed it from your mind. You would find myriad ways to reassure him of your desire after you left. Right now you just needed to get out of there, or you were going to suck face in the corner of your friend’s party, and you were both too old for that. You leaned in close, and spoke slowly placing excessive inflection on every single word, as if that would make him believe you. “I am absolutely certain that I want you.” Spencer seemed satisfied. He stood and grinned, pulling you to your feet.

You made your way out of the room swiftly, with him at your heels, his palm on the small of your back. He trailed behind you as you stepped out the door and through the frigid air, moving towards your car. You were too nervous to turn to look at him. Your thoughts turned to insecurity at the coffee cups, receipts, and work clothes that littered the floor and passenger seat. Before unlocking the door, you spun around to warn him, but before you could even open your mouth, his was on yours. As reserved as he had seemed inside, he wasn’t holding anything back now. His lips crashed against yours, bordering on violent, but it wasn’t messy. Your bodies seemed to know how to link, somehow. He grabbed your waist harshly, shoving you against the door. Leaving one hand with a tight grip on your waist, like you were going to slip from his grasp, he brought the other to the side of your neck, his touch surprisingly soft compared to the rest of him. He placed heavy kisses down your neck and along your collarbones. Without his mouth against yours, there was nothing to quiet you. “Oh my god, Spencer...” you gasped. You weren’t sure what you expected, but you hadn’t quite expected him to be so in charge - it was an extremely satisfying surprise. He pressed himself impossibly closer to you, that gentle hand ghosting down your spine and moving to cup your ass. His mouth returned to yours, probably to keep the rest of the party from hearing you, tongue moving with yours.

“I thought you didn’t like to touch people,” you gasped with a smile as you pulled away dizzy, needing to catch your breath, though your desire to feel his lips felt stronger than your will to breathe. He snapped away from his powerful state for a moment, the lust fading from his eyes slightly and turning into something warmer, his gaze softening. “Oh I want to touch you,” he muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his now pink, puffy lips. “I want to touch you,” he said again, both reassuring and frighteningly intense, the softness fading but still present “Like this,” his hand found it’s way to your reddened cheek, flushed from both him and the cold, running across you so lightly he was barely there. “And like this...” his other hand found its way from your waist to your breast, squeezing and eliciting a moan from you as he ran his thumb harshly across your nipple. The hand on your cheek simultaneously shifted to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him - as if you weren’t already. His eyes were dark again, and so fierce that you felt simultaneously consumed and overwhelmed. You fought the overwhelm, following his silent demand that you remain focused on his face. You would do anything he asked, with or without words. He returns your focus and leans in, voice deep and austere, crackling against your ear “And like this.” His hand slipped under your dress, cupping your pussy through the drenched lace. Spencer looked entirely elated. “Baby,” he started. You melted at the name. You were going to die. Your heart was going to explode through your chest, but there are worse ways to go. “You’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even started yet,” he muttered. He was so smug. “Were you this wet for me in there, sitting on our friends’ couch?” You didn’t think you would be able to speak, so the sound of your voice surprised you. “Yes. Just hearing you talk and feeling your eyes on me was enough to completely fucking wreck me.” Spencer didn’t seem to expect that answer, looking shocked and delighted, smiling as he pulled you in for a small kiss, chaste in comparison to the previous. “Mmm, well you’re going to have to be patient for me. As much as I want to fuck you right here, I don’t need anyone seeing you. Let’s get out of here.”

The drive was challenging, but quick. You were both grateful and frustrated that he didn’t try to tease you on the way. At least not much. His hand rested on your thigh through the ride, but he didn’t dare to move it. When you finally walked through the door of his apartment, he led you quickly to the bedroom. He had no interest in taking his time. His lips moved against yours with a desperation that made the room spin. You weren’t sure how you would survive him fucking you when his simplest touches overwhelmed you, but you were eager to find out. Too eager, you began grinding on his bulge, moaning into his mouth as your fingers fumbled on the buttons of his shirt. “So impatient, aren’t you?” Spencer asked. “I just want you so bad, Spence.” you begged. You felt pathetic, but you didn’t care. “Good girls know how to wait for what they want. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” his voice was deeper than it had been all night, and it edged you even further “Yes. Yes. But please, please don’t tease me.” Your voice shook with emotion and arousal. His teasing was hot, but you needed him now. “We just walked in the door and you’re already begging for me? Either you’re a little slut or I must be really special.” he muttered against your lips. “You are. I’m desperate for you. Only for you.” He had been frustratingly quiet so far, but he moaned at your words now. Spencer shoved you against the bed and moved to hover over you, one hand beside you holding him up while the other made it’s way to where you needed him most. “You are so fucking wet for me. So responsive.” he kissed down your stomach, and you arched your back, moaning so loud you should have been worried about the neighbors, but you weren’t. Your brain was completely empty - all you could do was feel him. With his head nestled between your legs, he kissed your inner thighs, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. You guessed he only wanted to mark you in places he alone could see. You hoped he knew he already owned your body - you were his already. You were already ruined and he wasn’t even fully undressed. “Such a good girl for me, y/n.” he breathed against you, before diving in. His mouth was too perfect, alternating between long laps and short flicks against your clit. After only a few minutes, you were already close, but it seemed so wasteful to finish on his tongue before even seeing the rest of him. You locked your fingers in his hair, pulling him off you “You don’t want me to continue?” he asked, insecure but somehow still dominant. “I want to cum on your cock, baby.” His hazel eyes grew wide at your words. “Please fuck me, Spencer. I need you.” You thought he would mock you for being so desperate, for begging, for needing him, but he seemed to return your need.

With shaking hands, he unbuckled his belt, and you moved quickly to pull down his boxers. His dick was so pretty, flushed and ready for you. You started to pump him in your hands, but he quickly stopped him. “Not right now baby. I need to feel your pussy.” he was panting already. “Need to be inside you.” You laid on your back, as he moved over you. “Do I need a... “ he started, but you interrupted him, “I have an IUD, you’re good.” He looked relieved. He started kissing you again, but you made it difficult, gasping into his mouth as he moved his member up and down your folds. He pulled away from your mouth, looking at you for approval. “Fucking please.” He pushed into you immediately, slowly but all at once, pausing only when he had completely filled you. Again, he wasn’t as quiet as you might have originally expected, moaning loudly as he buried himself deep inside. He started moving, and quickly built to a rapid pace. Neither of you could be quiet, your moans filling the air as you tried and failed to call out his name. “Y/n,” he somehow groaned and whined at the same time, “you’re so fucking tight.” You couldn’t respond, too focused on the knot forming beneath him, trying to put off your release so that you could feel him just a little longer.

“Spencer,” you managed, “you feel so good.” he groaned at your cry. He was even more vocal in response to your words than to your body, so you found your voice despite feeling completely inundated with pleasure. “You’re so good. I’m gonna be ruined for anyone else. No one else is this good,” you sung his praises, and it affected him exactly as you had hoped. His thrusts grew less controlled, slowing down somewhat as he said “Good. You’re mine. I - I want you to be mine.” His words nearly pushed you over the edge, but you wanted him to be ready first. “Fuck, I’m gonna - ah” you screamed, “I need you to cum with me baby, please please please” your cries were interrupted by your own orgasm, your muscles spasming around him as he came deep inside you. He relaxed on top of you, and stayed there for a while before finally pulling out. You weren’t ready to part from him yet, but fortunately he quickly returned with a t-shirt, and after cleaning up your collective mess pulled you into his arms, spooning you and placing gentle kisses on your face. Again, you weren’t sure what you had expected - it made sense that after being so desperate for your touch he would want to hold you after. But you remained surprise. Being this close to him felt like a miracle. Rather than questioning it, you settled into the comfort of being close to him, appreciating his arms around you.

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jess-the-vampire · 3 years

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Sooooo whatya think of the new episodeee?

Oh it’s definitely my favorite episode of the series so far, i was having such a good time at every turn. I’m glad i went out of my way to avoid spoilers, cause i was glad to actually be surprised by some elements on first watch.

I think this had by far the best opening for an episode so far, we finally get back to the villians, we meet the coven heads, we get insight on belos’s plans-

and then belos gets constipated, which starts getting into the more character driven lore, which is the best part. You instantly can tell GG and Kiki have some bit of tension between them to be Belo’s favorite, though granted i wonder if hunter is the only one to know belos is cursed and actually just always insists to help belos with his fits to prevent others from seeing them.

Including kiki.

It’s honestly unclear how aware anyone is that belos is cursed, like him eating pailsmans is apparently not something he hides, but like....i feel him being cursed is something that people would know universally if it got out...so i’m left wondering if anyone knows besides hunter.

Regardless, belos turns into a goop monster with an angry side, and i guess his mask doesn’t transform with him compared to the rest of his body so he breaks it again because i guess he goes though masks like crazy.

Hunter turns away in this scene from his outburst and even though he’s masked here i can already tell he’s most likely pained in these scenes. Like he’s probably seen this happen so many times, and i can’t imagine it gets any easier for him, it’s probably awful to watch belos suffer like this for him (Regardless of the abuse)

And to be honest, it seems pretty painful for him, i think this ep seems to at least confirm whatever this thing is that takes over belos’s body.....belos never actually wanted it in the first place.

Yeah so after Hunter tells belos there’s not enough trees to medicate him anymore, we’re hit with the “UNCLE”. Which, when i first watched it i needed a second to even process the fact they confirmed their relation.

and i was like “CLOSE ENOUGH”, not his kid but uncle still works just fine for me, i’m just happy my assumption they were related actually came to ahead.

And i rewatched this episode a few times, and on second watch i realized more what happened in this scene. Hunter was talking about his interest in wild magic, and making more pailsman to help belos, and some method that could heal him and as soon as belos looked at him he instantly shut down.

He was clearly rambling about wild magic cures for belos because of his interest in it, and then suddenly remembered his uncle hates wild magic and felt super awkward.

It seems highly likely his interest in wild magic came from trying to cure belos and spending a lot of time reading up on the stuff.

And then we get hit with the whole “Our family is dead because of wild magic” line, which.....i’m curious to know what happened there. But it does at least explain why belos feels how he does, if wild magic both killed his family beside hunter AND cursed him in the first place. We’re just gonna need more info on what exactly happened.

Also while Belos is def abusive and does not treat hunter how he should, this scene actually does read off to me like belos does care about hunter to some degree. If belos is cursed and his curse works in similar ways to how Eda’s curse works, then it’s worth reminding ppl that eda mentions early this season how stress can amplify the curse even more.

And sure enough, belos goes goopy on hunter’s shoulder all of a sudden when he grasps him. Which could be considered a sign of stress and that the idea of hunter dying or being in danger actually does stress him.

You could very much also assume this is just due to his curse not being fully handled and just getting worse, or that belos only cares about hunter for selfish reasons....but i’m not taking anything off the table here.

Belos can still be a shitty uncle, and still care about hunter, these aren’t mutually exclusive traits. But we need more episodes for now on this.

But anyways he asks hunter if he can rely on him, kiki is pissed......and we move on.

So i’m glad luz’s impulsiveness is addressed a ton in this episode, they actually bring up a lot of good points. That luz has no plan, that the time she’s spending here might render moot if she goes back to earth, ect ect.

Hunter even calls her out a lot later for not thinking things through, it’s a whole deal in this episode. I’m glad it was brought up cause it’s actually worth asking a lot of these things.

the set up here works, they actually made a good reason for why a pailsman didn’t bond with her. Speaking of which the adoption thing is cute and i love it, it’s a great idea. The designs are all very cute and fun.

Bump face reveal was a lot for me to process, but i find the idea of his pailsman being a pet that can help with his disabilities a good idea.

Also like, i did find it odd that they got staffs so early because we’ve never seen kids their ages with them before, but i guess it’s a new tradition? Does everyone at hexside now have one?

Honesty not sure why batqueen left the nest there overnight, i meant i guess she assumed they were safe with that shield but in context i dunno why she didn’t take them home after the school day was over.

but whatever, luz stays there overnight hoping a pailsman will bond with her and GG just kidnapps them cause of pure luck on his part a bunch of pailsman were in a vulnerable spot tonight.

So GG continues to be charming, by whistling the theme song and then being blasted off his ship hilariously, before cockily teleporting himself right back on it seconds later. Like he and luz have great banter, he’s so extra like this it’s so funny, and god he’s so FAST with that staff it’s scary but so awesome.

Yeah so then hand dragon crashes them and i was so excited cause it meant face reveal. Poor dude looked so in pain and then we find out kiki tried to effing murder him because of course she did. But like, i think killing your boss’s nephew is the WORST way to get a promotion tbh.

(Also i got confused for a bit cause his mask has always been drawn as a mask, but now it’s a helmet in this scene for whatever reason but-)

Anyways, face reveal, Like honestly ppl weren’t too far off with their guesses, really the only thing people didn’t get was the tooth gap (That was fair tho, we couldn’t have guessed that). But it did make him even cuter.

like the banter is funny, he licks her hand, she slaps him, he looks SO pissed at her for this mess.

and i guess that outfit is his under armor apparently.

He’s lucky she didn’t run away immediately and followed him, but maybe he assumed she would since she had no where else to go.

Also his expressions in this ep are glorious, these had to be fun to draw.

Also we find out that the coven team members have never seen his face i guess? They just assume he’s a silly kid and are awful to him, so i guess he’s not only the youngest member of the coven but he never really shows his face much.

(”Call your parents”, ha ha.....whose gonna tell them who his uncle is?)

He is however, REALLY good at parkour and he’s fast even without his staff, so he’s well trained alright.

And then they reveal he’s not magical and i was SO happy cause i was so sure something was up when he wasn’t doing magic like the other witches despite his pointy ears. So they outright confirmed what i thought.

Hunter is pretty smart tho, like he can tell luz wouldn’t hurt him and wouldn’t flee so he knows he has the high ground here. Like he might be being a bit of a dick, but to be fair luz has been nothing but a dick to him throughout the whole episode (Everyone in this episode has been a dick to him tbh)

They team up and i get excited cause i love this kinda stuff and it gets more wholesome because hunter is super interested in her magic, he thinks it’s cool and you can tell how much he actually loves wild magic but then again...shuts himself down because of belos making him fear the stuff.

An then because luz asks, he tells her his backstory.

honestly with how this world treats people who aren’t magically powerful, living and growing up in a world that would find you useless sounds....awful. Hunter must be an anomaly around here, human blood or not.

Luz coming here to learn is different then growing up in a world and being the only one with no abilities and no future without them. Belos provides him with magic and a future, it’s no wonder he stays with him despite everything.

the whole “Found me” thing is weird, cause belos implies they’re blood related and hunter makes it sound like belos semi-adopted him. Which....if he did i dunno why “Uncle” and not “Adopted dad”, but ok....guess that’s for later.

Apparently hunter is important for something tho with the “Titan has big plans for me” thing, not sure what, but-

But yeah as soon as Hunter talked about wanting to make his own future and Rascal tried to land on him i knew EXACTLY where this was going, it was so cuteeeeee. The lil birb wanted to be with hunter, that’s so wholesome.

And he’s so terrified because of belos and what wild magic did to him, the poor bab.

But yeah, luz then trusts him with his staff back, because again....impulsive. But hunter does actually ask if she’s sure, so he might as well be asking if she trusts him.

The plan goes ahead, and hunter nearly betrays her.

though granted, hunter never promised her he’d stop and let her take them away, the truce was supposed to last till kiki was stopped and they were gonna fight out who got the pailsman. But it does bother luz cause she was hopeful he was better then this.

But just like he did before, she calls him out and he doesn’t betray her, because he’s ALSO too nice to do it, just like he said she was. He says his name (Which also took a moment to process), and then beats the crap out of kiki while letting luz get away and protecting her like a badass.

He might not have magic, but he’s good at fighting

like he can easily teleport to luz and take the pailsman, but he doesn’t, he lets them get away and luz knows this. Even though she also knows hunter has to go back to the emperor too and they have to separate.

It’s only slightly bitter terms, because in the end he came through for her and she knows it.

honestly, the worst part is i can’t even be mad at hunter for it, i’m sure he was terrified to fail belos. Both because he loves him and doesn’t want him to suffer....but also because of well...being punished. Really says something when his near betrayal doesn’t even make me mad at him, and i can understand why he nearly did it.

He let her go, knowing he’d be in SERIOUS trouble and that it would hurt someone he actually loves, so....ouch.

so yeah at this point i knew rascal wanted him so it was only of matter of what happened next.

Which was, luz getting the wood, which i like more anyway. Eda and King doing this offscreen and coming home like this is actually very funny, and honestly i appreciate the message of it being ok to wait.....means a lot to me.

yeah so belos is like...being an ass, like the kid tried his hardest, you don’t need to hit him with the “Is this the thanks i get?”. He’s a kid and he’s trying to cure you you dick, give him a break he doesn’t remotely have to help you like this.

Also apparently belos has not even told hunter HOW this happened, like...dude. Hunter is trying to be entirely reasonable here and belos spikes at him, which does imply some physical abuse though the only reason hunter doesn’t get a new scar is because he moves.

but how he reacts implies this has happened before, he is bracing for impact and he flinches. It’s pretty sad tbh, especially since hunter loves him and belos’s respect means something to him.

Belos is such an idiot, like c’mon dude, hunter is trying to help you and you don’t listen to him you dick. Kid shouldn’t have to say sorry for anything he did nothing wrong, he was just trying to help.

Anyways, he gloats at kiki (So at the very least she knows what he looks like under the mask), which he deserves a chance to do anyway. So i guess he didn’t rat her out for trying to kill him, personally my guess why is blackmail.....he was gonna hold it over her head to keep her from doing it again and threaten to tell belos.

But kiki quickly tells he LET the pailsman get away since he was the one to fight her (Curse his cute loose hair strand). So i guess now they have dirt on each other, so that’s fun.

His room is adorable, though the med kit by the bed is concerning.

Rascal comes for him and it;s so cute....though you can tell hunter nearly hurts him on instinct because of force of habit, but it’s so cute how he cares and how the birb loves him and is his new staff.

it was well hinted to as well, it’s so subtle, but the bird being cheery, curious, and his constant habit of escaping boundaries was perfect for hunter. He represents what hunter wants to be and why they got matched is done so well, all without explaining anything.

Hunter indirectly stated his deepest wish, to make his own choices, and rascal resonated with that.

can’t wait to see where this goes.

great ending shot, love me some conflicted shots looking out of windows like trapped birds.

also this title was a pun the whole time i can’t-

#the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #golden guard #toh golden guard #the owl house golden guard #the golden guard #the owl house luz #emperor belos #kikimora

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sunshine--writes · 3 years

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Blood Bound

header image courtesy of one of the biggest Lady Dimitrescus simps i’ve ever met.

This is the first and last time i will ever write anything so be prepared. Also i’m not the best writer so some parts might be very rushed and sloppy sorry. Idk how to post on tumblr either and also i’m on mobile so sorry for weird formatting issues :)

A little background I wrote this as a presentation thing with my friends so it’s not gonna be good. Also this is the first time i’ve ever written smut so sorry i guess?

Warnings: NSFW of course, uh very kinky probably, swears in this warning, f! Reader, reader is a vampire pls let me have this, IT MAKES SENSE FOR THE STORY PLEASE LET ME HAVE THIS, vampires need sleep i guess idk just fuck let me live, fluff at the end bc im a whore for that kinda shit, probably ooc for Lady Dimitrescu but like idk her character other than dom mommy milkers so, blindfolds, binding arms? what is it called??

All of your senses returned to you very slowly. You didn’t know where you were, or why someone had taken you in the middle of the night, but for some reason you felt safe. You could feel the cold damp floor of the cell you could only presume you were in and you could smell rotting flesh and the wet metal that surrounded you. You could hear the dripping noises of falling water coming from somewhere in front of you, and the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. The only sense you never regained was your sight. You could feel the soft fabric that covered your eyes and made a reasonable guess that your host for the evening had blindfolded you.

“Have you awoken my darling?” Ah, speak of the devil. The person that belonged to that sultry voice was one Lady Dimitrescu -- the countess that you have met with several times before and every encounter has somehow ended the same way. You remember the first time you met the 9 foot tall woman. It was 1920, and as the child of a wealthy eastern european count, you were required to attend the galas that were thrown. During one such occasion you happened to run into Lady Dimitrescu, and had unfortunately uncovered her secret. At the first sign of danger a normal person would have run, but who were you to judge? After all, aren't you two essentially the same?

That was the first night, and the begging of a long mutual relationship between the two of you. A whirlwind of passion, anger, misery, and lust was the only way you could describe these past decades you have spent with her. Everytime you left her embrace, you couldn’t help but long to be in it again no matter how angry you were. This on again off again relationship had persisted through generations, and you would be damned if you would give up now. She had introduced you to your friends who had shared the same beliefs, and made you feel welcomed. She had been there during the downfall of your family's power, and she was there for every milestone. You had to admit, your life was tied to this woman if you had liked it or not. Every night you spent apart was agony, and every moment you spent together was bliss. You have eternity, so what's the use in spending anymore time apart?

This night felt different. It wasn't normal for her to seek out your company, so why has she all of a sudden? And since when has she been this gentle? If it was like any other night she would have already had her way with you and thrown you to the side. Tonight was definitely different.

“My dear turn towards me.” She demanded, and you obeyed, crawling your way to the direction you think she might be in. You found her in the corner of what you think is a cell. You could tell she was sitting in a chair so you sat on your knees in front of her.

“Ah, isn’t this better darling? Everything is as it should be.” You could hear the sound of her claws extending -- and then you felt as she dragged the nail across your cheek, across your lips, and down to your chin.

“My love, head up. This way I can see your beautiful face.” She spoke as she lifted your head with her sharp claw. “Ah this beautiful face, the one that has tormented my dreams for far too long. Isn’t this much better?” You nod, what does she mean tormented her dreams? Over these past years you understood that this relationship was not one out of love, so you never gave yourself hope that she might feel the same as you. Even as her words sounded like a declaration of longing, you refused to dream. An intimate relationship with her, even one without love, was enough for you. As long as you could remain at her side for the rest of eternity you would be happy.

She sighed, “No matter, tonight is somewhat of a celebration, and as I am in a good mood I have sought you out. So where shall we start?” You hear the claw retreat back into her hand and her start to stand up, towering over you. “Lets get you out of these clothes hm?” She grabs you by the neck forcing your body down to the ground, cool gloved hands start roaming all over your body, loosening and untying the thin clothes you wore to sleep that night. “Ah beloved, how I had missed this.” Her mouth descended onto your neck where you could feel the warmth of her saliva as she sucked on that tender spot. You whimpered, moving closer into the bigger woman, although this isn't the first time she has marked you like this, it still sends tingles down your spine. Your hands started to roam as Lady Dimitrescu moved her way from your neck to your chin, and finally to your mouth: enveloping you in a deep kiss. Your back arched to be closer to the woman on top, deepening the kiss. You could taste the reminisce of blood and the sweet wine she had been brewing for years. Tonight really was an important celebration. You couldn’t control yourself as both of your bodys moved in tandem, your hands moving down her back.

She pulled away, leaving you gasping for air, “Now now my dear, you know the rules. No touching without permission. Now let's get these hands out of the way hm?” You could feel as the warmth from her body moved away, leaving you semi-naked on the cold floor. You couldn’t tell where she had gone, nor how long she was gone for -- every minute without her felt like agony anyway.

Her footsteps finally came back, “On your knees,” she demanded, and you moved without hesitation. “Both arms behind you.” Again you moved without thinking, obeying every word. You could feel as some soft fabric was slowly wrapped around both of your wrists and then tied, you could guess that it was the same silk as the one around your eyes.

“There, isn't that better darling? Now lay back down, I will loosen you up.” A claw extended and you felt as the rest of your already loose clothes were torn off, including your slick underwear. “Hm?” she laughed, “Already ready for me?”

“Yes mistress.” you nodded, spreading your legs slightly.

“Darling you know I love it when you call me that.” Gloved hands traced their way from your neck, to your breasts, down your stomach, and finally rested on your thighs. “Hm? What should I do darling? Shall we continue?”

“Yes mistress.” You begged, wiggling your body hoping for her hand to end up in that place you wanted it. You begged for her to give you release, begged for the thing you missed the most over these years.

“Hm? Shall I grant you your requests? Maybe you should beg some more first.” Her hands suddenly moved, finding their way back up to your breasts, hands playing with your nipples. You squirmed, wishing that the woman would give you what you wanted.

“Please mistress,” you begged, pushing yourself onto her thigh. Your cries fell on def ears as she continued to play with you. You started grinding on her thigh, pleading with your mistress to take you. “Please Lady Dimitrescu, please help me.”

You felt her hot hands finally leave your chest, “Fine, I shall grant this one request to you my beloved.” Suddenly you felt a gloved finger push its way inside you, forcing itself deeper in, her other hand went back to playing with your breasts. You gasped, moaning as she started moving around slowly inside. You tried to move yourself down onto her hand, allowing sweet relief. Her unoccupied hand made its way up to your neck and she started choking you.

Her tempo picked up as another finger made its way inside. The sounds coming out of you were ungodly, she had you crying out in pleasure. “Do you like that my dear?” she called out from on top of you. You could only nod your head and cry out something akin to the word yes. She was moving even faster and you could feel the pressure inside of you about to explode, you begged your mistress to please release you, but she wouldn’t budge moving faster than she had ever moved before. You were moaning and screaming in pleasure, you silently thanked whoever was up there that you were in a castle otherwise you would probably have a noise complaint by now. Her movements had you writhing around, grasping for anything with your bound hands. You brought your legs and wrapped them around her, opening yourself up for her. You were desperately grinding against her hand, your walls tightening before you could come.

“Eager now aren't we, well my love shall I let you come?” Although you were blindfolded you could see her smirking face. You called out between moans, crying for her to let you. You were begging and pleading, you must have looked so pitiful but in that moment you wished for nothing more than to come undone by this woman's hands.

“Lets see how loud you can be.” You felt your walls close down on the fingers inside of you as you screamed out in pleasure, the pressure finally being released. You could feel your juices coming out as orgasms wracked through your body. The pleasure was too much for you to handle and before you knew it you passed out.

***

You awoke in a very comfortable bed, the feel of the satin sheets under you cooled your body and sent shivers all over. You had realized that both the blindfold and your arm restraints were gone, and your body had been cleaned up from last night's activities. You were wearing a thin nightgown that only accentuated how cold it was in this room. As you looked around you finally saw the face of the sleeping woman next to you. Strange, you had never awoken next to her, no matter how vigorous the previous night's activities were she always left before you woke up. You giggled quietly to yourself, last night must have been a special night indeed. You saw sunlight streaming in from the large windows on the northern wall of this bedroom casting itself onto her. She had never looked more beautiful in your long life. You reached out your hand and started softly stroking the woman's face and hair, careful not to wake her. You traced your way from her forehead down to her lips, pausing there slightly. Last night was different, it wasn't bad, it was in fact very good. It was just something you never thought would happen for the both of you. As you look at the face of sleeping Lady Dimitrescu in front of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what your life would be like if you two had a different kind of relationship. Your thoughts were cut short when you felt two arms snake their way around you and suddenly you were pulled into the woman's arms.

“What are you doing awake so early my little dove? You should rest some more, last night must have been very taxing on your body.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke. You were shocked to say the least. Over the decades you have known the Countess, you have never been in her arms like this. This is what you had dreamt of for so long, wanting to feel true, romantic love from this woman, and now that you are here you felt as if you could cry.

And cry you did. Before you could stop yourself you felt the tears falling down your face and onto the clothes of the woman holding you.

“My beloved what is wrong?” Lady Dimitrescu frantically spoke as she tried to wipe the tears out of your eyes, “What is the matter? Please tell me.”

“It’s truly nothing,” you finally croaked out after minutes of sobbing. You must have looked ridiculous like this. How could you really think that she would love you like you love her. You are nothing compared to her.

“If you are crying then of course something is wrong. Please tell me darling, I hate to see you so sad.”

You hesitated. Was it really alright to tell her the thoughts that have plagued you for generations? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you. Even if you were just treated as a play thing, as long as you could stay with her you would do anything. “I love you. I have loved you for years, and you will never reciprocate how I feel. I am nothing to you other than a toy you can throw away at a moment's notice. But still I wish to stay by your side, even If I am nothing other than that. Don’t let my feelings change our relationship. I only want to stay with you.” The tears came back but you wouldn’t let them fall. You were stronger than that.

You felt her hold on you tighten as she brought you closer to her, lips brushing over your forehead and over your eyes. Her mouth moved around your face, kissing away your tears.

“Beloved who ever said I never felt the same way?”

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3 types of kisses - technoblade

FOREHEAD KISS

so wholesome, I had to put it in here. forehead kisses signal the love he feels for you, which is perfect for him because sometimes he has difficulties talking about his love for you and would MUCH RATHER want to show you love through affection and actions instead of words.

nothing was going right for you.

the entire day had been a disaster from the moment you stepped out of your bed, and up until now, the moment you stepped into your boyfriends apartment.

number one, you had to wake up at 6.30 am for an early meeting at work, only to find that your coffee machine was freaking broken, which meant you’d be absolutely drained during the meeting. and as if that wasn't enough, your train decided to run 20 minutes late, so you didn't even have an option to buy a coffee before work.

number two, your boss had given you the most work a person could handle on possibly the busiest day ever, which meant that you had to stay at work for at least 2 hours longer to catch up on the work you had left.

number three, your boss had yelled at you for not being able to complete the work he’d given you, and even when you tried explaining by saying it was too much work at once for one person, and that no one could possibly finish it in time, he just yelled at you some more.

number four, once you finally got your hands on a cup of coffee, you spilled it all over yourself.

number five, you had to text your boyfriend that you had to cancel your date for tonight, since you had to stay overtime. he had been kind about the situation, as always, but you still felt guilty about having to cancel your plans with him on such short notice.

number six, the moment you stepped out of your work place to head home, it was pouring down with rain, and you had to run to the train station to prevent getting yourself completely soaked. it didn't work that well.

your feet squeaked as you stepped into the apartment, your nostrils taking in the pleasant smell of.. was that lasagna? the air felt warm and nice against your cheeks, like a newly lit fireplace would. you peeled your wet jacket off of your body and kicked off your shoes, staring into the dimly lit dining room.

you moved into the room, eyes landing on the dining table that was lit up with candles, making the room smell like cinnamon. the smell of food intensified and you could now hear the low sound of music playing from a speaker nearby.

with your brows furrowed in confusion, you were about to call out the name of your boyfriend, when he suddenly appeared from the darkness of the living room. once he saw you a smile spread widely across his face.

“oh, you're home baby,” he smiled, opening his arms up to a hug. your heart dropped to your stomach the moment you saw him, finally having something good about today. you felt like crying and yelling and thanking him all at the same time, but instead you dived right into his arms, wrapping yours around his waist.

he was taken aback at first at the powerful grip you had on him, but then pressed your head further into his hoodie-clad chest to bring you some sort of comfort. knowing you, you’d be feeling some sort of guilt from having to cancel the date, but usually you knew it wasn't a big deal to him. he knew you were a hardworking person, which was something he adored and looked up to.

you felt him place a warm hand on the back of your head, making you sigh into his chest, finally able to feel some type of relief from your stressful day.

“hard day?” he asked, and you just nodded, not wanting to talk about it just yet, but just enjoy the much needed silence. he sighed at that, but didn't further the conversation without you wanting to. instead he pressed your body as close to his as possible, rubbing your back up and down.

you stood there for a while, just breathing each other in and hugging it out, before he started pulling away. he looked into your eyes for a moment, seeing the frustration and exhaustion laying behind their glimmer, and then moved the hair away from your forehead to press a gentle kiss onto the soft skin there. you closed your eyes, a small smile stretching onto one side of your face as his lips lingered for a while.

when he pulled away, he grabbed your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, before leading you into the living room and over to the couch. “come on, I made lasagna - your favourite.”

I knew it, you thought.

on the coffee table, two plates of nicely cut out and steaming lasagna were placed in the middle of it, surround by a couple of lit candles and two cups of what looked like freshly made hot chocolate. and of course he hadn't forgotten to hang up the fairy lights you got him a while ago. “wow, this is- this is amazing, baby. thank you so much.” you tilted your head up to kiss his cheek, whereas he let you linger for a moment before leaning in for a kiss on the lips.

you smiled lightly once pulling away, mirroring him, and then crashed onto the couch to finally rest your aching body somewhere. he followed after you, sitting down beside you and resting his arm over your shoulders.

“so, what do you wanna watch on Disney plus?”

HAND KISS

again, very wholesome. everything about him is just so wholesome🥺 prove me wrong. anyways, he would definitely use a hand kiss often as well, but in situations where he felt like leaving a more romantic and heartwarming touch. would def be the type to make sure you weren't uncomfortable or unsure of something before you did it, and would use the hand kiss as a way of telling you he’d be right by your side. sorry, I’m getting too carried away now;

tonight was a very special night.

you had been invited to a large dinner party by one of your friends, who was allowed to bring a plus one. it was a gathering with a lot of known youtubers from the gaming community, and your friend just so happened to be close with one of them.

well, in a way you were also familiar with them. you had met Technoblade a couple of months ago, not knowing anything about his popularity on the internet until you got to know him better. he revealed what he really did for a living, and you couldn't help but to be surprised. overtime you had grown very fond of him, and deep down you knew that your feelings for him was more than just a friendship. but your denial got the best of you and now you're running around your bedroom, panicking over what to wear since you knew he was gonna be there tonight.

of course he was, how could you forget? he’s one of the bigger youtubers who’s friends with even bigger youtubers! and who are you? just some stupid no-one in his life who happens to appear at the same party this night, who doesn't even know anyone!

maybe I shouldn't go, you thought. maybe this is the worst idea and is gonna end up being the worst night of my life.

you picked up your phone, about to text your friend that you had other plans tonight so you couldn't go, but the sound of the doorbell ringing stopped you in your tracks. “oh shit.”

you went downstars, deciding that you couldn't just ignore your friend because they always found a way to get you out of the house anyway. you opened up the door, only to be met with a glamorous looking person, also known as your best friend, dressed in the finest clothes you’d seen them in.

the smile on their face disappeared the moment they saw you. “why aren't you dressed yet?”

you scratched the back of your head, grimacing and not meeting their eyes. “well, you see…”

“ugh, we’re gonna be late! come on, I’ll help you get into something.” they grabbed your hand, charging up the stairs again before you had the chance to protest, and was at your closet in no time.

there had to be a way to get out of this

• • •

there was no way you were getting out of this.

there you were, sitting in one of the lounging chairs all by yourself, sipping on your champagne in boredom. your friend had left for the dance floor with one of her fellow youtube friends, who you know they’d been crushing on for a while, which left you all by yourself in the corner of the room.

so far you had only seen a couple of recognisable faces, yet not the one specific face you were looking for. your friend had ended up picking out a deep red silky look for tonight, shade so dark that it matched the colour of your blood.

you spun your glass around in circles in your hand, bored from this party already since the only person you knew wasn't even there for you to talk with. but suddenly, your train of thought was interrupted once noticing a darkness stretching over your form, the change of lighting confusing you. you looked up to see what happened, only to be faced with the one and only person you’d secretly tried to avoid seeing the whole night.

“why is a person this lovely-looking sitting here all by themselves?” Technoblade’s eyes took in your figure with a light glimmer to them, a lopsided smirk etched onto his face as he spoke. you stared at him with big doe eyes, swallowing a lump that you weren’t aware had formed in your throat. you stared at him in awe, not able to believe that the handsome tux-clad man in front of you was the very same person you’d spoken too not that long ago, who you'd only ever seen in hoodies and t-shirts.

he chuckled at your lack of words, and instead chose to speak up. “I usually never end up in these kind of situations, so I’m not really that good at this… but do you think there's a chance- I mean if you want to- what I’m trying to say is; do you want to dance with me?”

it came as a shock to you - the whole situation was really just unexpected if you were being honest. you couldn't help but to let out a giggle nonetheless at his sudden shyness and stumbling of words, easing up the built-up tension between the two of you. you wondered if he also felt that tension of untold feelings, or if it was all just something you’d made up in your head.

anyway, you nodded at him, smile stretching out on your face, glad to have someone like him to ask for a dance instead of some weird creep like you'd feared. “I’d love to dance with you.”

the two of you moved towards the dance floor, blending in with the crowd of other people, who were too busy admiring one another's presence to notice the arrival of you and him. you looked at the way the other people changed pace in their steps as the song switched to a more slower-paced song, before turning around to see the very handsome man in front of you.

his hand was extended out to you, waiting for you to put yours in the rightful place of his palm. you did so, but not without a warmth weighing down on your cheeks. and just when you thought you couldn't get more flustered, he lifted your hand up to his face, gazing into your eyes as he placed a delicate kiss on your knuckles.

“I’m happy to see you here tonight,” he stated, lacing his fingers with yours to position himself in a suitable way for dancing, other hand resting on your waist as he slowly took control and started moving your bodies in slow motions. “I didn't think you'd be here, but I was pleasantly surprised to say the least.”

his hand on your waist was burning through the silky material of your clothes and onto your skin - well just about everything was burning at this point - and you could still feel the soft plushness of his lips tingling the skin on your hand. you felt like a million fireworks were going off inside your chest, your heart not catching a break from beating so fast. you didn't know what to do with yourself, but managed to let out a small; “I’m glad.”

he showed off his pearly white teeth at your response, nervous yet excited to spend a moment like this with you - and he wished for many more moments like these in the future. if only he knew you felt exactly the same way. though he didn't have to wait for long, for there was a whole night in front of you.

NECK KISS

this man looooooves just cuddling up with you in his arms, leaving small love pecks on your neck when you're just chilling together. most of the time he just kisses your neck out of boredom - or when he isn't fiddling with anything, he’ll just start leaving pecks all over your neck. would be very subtle about it, though and probably isn't the type to kiss you in public. such a cutie though (I’m not simping, you are).

“I’m done!” a tired-looking Techno entered the living room to your pleasure, hair messy and wearing his usual hoodie he wore when recording videos. that one or the grey one that you may or may not be wearing at this very moment.

a smile spread onto your face at his presence. “perfect timing! I was just about to watch harry potter,” you said as he moved to crash onto the bed beside you. he left an long peck on your lips, craving the touch after the last time you’d left him to record alone. “you want to watch that?” you asked him once pulling away from the sweetness of his kisses.

“yes~. I haven't watched that movie since I was, like, sixteen,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull your back to his chest.

“you say that like you're old,” you laughed, resting a hand onto one of his by your chest, and with the other one you started the movie.

“I am old,” he responded, fiddling with one of your fingers, taking in the difference in size.

“shut up.”

as the movie progressed, he found it harder and harder not to do something else than just sit and watch. so what better way to distract his mind than to start showing you just how much he enjoyed spending time with you.

a warm smile reached your cheeks when you felt your boyfriend starting his routine of leaving loving pecks across the skin of your neck, making sure to push any hair out of his way to leave space for even more kisses. his hand resting on your chest slid further down, landing on the softness of your belly and rubbing the flesh gently.

you sighed in satisfaction, closing your eyes for a moment. you needed this - silence yet the three important words hanging in the air like silent screams of pure affection. you wished for nothing else in that moment.

kiss after kiss and a few belly rubs later, the two of you fell asleep silently with harry potter playing in the background. the perfect way to finish the night.

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hope you enjoyed! who do you want a 3 types of kisses for next? requests are always open, so don't be afraid to request anything! thank you for reading :)

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