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feyascorner · 3 months

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Okay perhaps this sounds odd but imagine Astarion starts to disassociate while intimate with Tav and so he uses their established safe word, only to be bewildered when Tav actually listens to him and stops and asks if he’s okay and tries to comfort him because nobody has cared that much before 😢

OH GODS WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME (i love it) warning for suggestive content :)

For as long as Astarion's been genuinely intimate with you, for no other reasons but simply because of the affection the two of you hold for one another, he has always been in control.

It soothes him, in a way, to be on top. And as much as he enjoys watching you come undone beneath him, there's a more frustrating reason behind why he always feels the need to be the one to push you down onto whatever surface he deems decent enough at the time. From above you, he can see every little twitch in your body, every shift in your expression, and most of all, he can control what's happening, unlike his centuries spent as a seductive tool for Cazador's own needs.

He knows you're not like those fools. He knows you're different, and you're special to him. But the gnawing voice in the back of his head always forces him to pull you in, to hold you closer, to make love to you.

It's fucked up in so many ways.

"I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

But when you look up at him with those imploring, loving eyes, the voice seems to go quiet. He swallows the dryness of his throat, unable to think of anything but how wonderful your touch feels on his skin, and he thinks he could drown in this forever. He's putty in your hands, whether he wants to admit it or not.

"Well? Don't be a tease just standing there, darling."

In what feels like minutes, he's a mess. He's making sounds he shouldn't be making, fingertips digging into your hips as if they're the anchors keeping him from finishing too early. He breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, groaning when you caress the sharp tip of his ear between your fingers.

The only thing keeping him from spilling is the impending embarrassment he'd feel for doing so this early on in the night.

Then, everything stops.

"You're so beautiful," you whisper.

They're only words. They're not ones he's heard little of---in fact, he's heard it too much in the past two hundred years. In an instant, memories of the nights he spent under strangers, forced to shove his mind into its darkest corners just to get through their own pleasures, flood his consciousness. The sickening taste in his mouth afterward, and the need to rub his skin till it goes raw were not uncommon. It was routine. A sick part of his life that he'd rather forget.

You don't mean it the same way they did. They only said things like that because that's all they could say. They didn't know him as anything but the husk of a body he resided in. He knows you are saying the words to him. Not to his body but to the very person he is.

But the word comes spilling out his mouth, and immediately, you freeze.

You actually stopped.

Of course, you would. You're you.

"Are you okay? Did I do something?" you reach to cup either of his cheeks, and he stares at you as if you're a star that's fallen from the sky. He blinks, slowly.

"I don't know, I just---" he searches for words. "--you haven't done anything wrong, darling."

You wait for him to finish patiently. Gods, he doesn't deserve this. He doesn't deserve you.

"I only remembered something I'd rather not," he plasters a crooked grin on his face. "It's quite alright. We can continue now if I haven't ruined the mood."

You pull away from him, and he fears you'll leave.

Moments later, you return with a glass of water. Wordlessly, you hand it to him, and he only stares at it, confused beyond belief. Only once he notices the way you gesture to the glass does he drink it, and you finally climb back into bed, lying down beside him.

"Come here," you open your arm, motioning him to come closer.

"Darling, as much as I'm all for experimenting, that's a strange position to have sex in."

You smile, shaking your head. You don't explain any further, only continuing to hold out your arm.

Hesitant though curious, he slowly lies down beside you, his head just above your chest and slotted between the space below your chin. With gentle hands, you pull him closer and toss the blanket over both of your bodies.

It's warm. Strange, but warm.

"You don't have to wear a mask with me," you whisper.

His eyes grow wide, and his chest stills. He doesn't have many tears left after 239 years, but there's an unfamiliar squeeze in his chest that tells him if he were still 39 and alive, he might have. Astarion wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into where he can hear the steady beating of your heart.

Later, when your eyes begin to droop, he mumbles.

"Tell me I'm beautiful again."

"You're beautiful," you say softly. "With or without your pretty face."

You might be imagining it, but you feel him smile against your skin.

#astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #bg3 #fluff

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tteokdoroki · 11 months

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i’m sure i’ve said this before but my favourite personal headcanon is that bakugou kisses the insides of your wrists.

it’s the first thing he does every morning, brushing his lips over the softness of your skin— your warm hand delicately laying in his and he only stills once he feels your slow and steady pulse against the seams of his mouth.

he’ll let out a short exhale, eyes closed in relief and squeeze your hand tight. you always wake up shortly after, your fingers cascading through his mussed up morning hair and a smile as bright as the rising sun twitching up on your sleepy face. “good morning, lover boy,” you’ll say, voice gravelly but full of adoration.

you’re alive, katsuki thinks, you’re alive and you’re okay. “mornin’, beautiful,” he’ll whisper back and lean into your touch— his mismatched red and grey eyes falling to your chest to check the way that it rises and falls. “y’sleep good?”

the sheets shift as you move to sit up, holding balugou’s face between your hands as if you’re holding the entire world. “good. you had a nightmare though,” you press your forehead against his, concern flickering in your eyes. katsuki has seen both sides of life and death— he knows that if he’s not careful, he won’t be able to evade it any longer than he has. he knows that he’d be leaving you behind with the pieces of his mistakes and he can’t do that to you.

but sometimes it’s you who’s died in his dreams and not him. sometimes it’s him cradling your lifeless body, it’s your pulse that’s fading out and thready. it scares bakugou shitless. to know that he could lose you as easily as he’s lost himself in the past.

bakugou closes his eyes to ground himself, listens out for your steady breathing intertwining with his own — kissing your wrist again just to make sure that your heart is still strong and beating.

“it was nothin’, don’t worry your pretty head about it, sweetness.”

he doesn’t see you frown, but can feel your gaze on him. “it’s not nothing, katsuki. you were screaming my name in your sleep. you were scared.” you sit up this time, taking sharp edges of his face into your cushioned palms, the edges of your features softening out from frustration to worry as he looks up at you. “you don’t have to hide things from me when you’re scared.”

you sense when his breathing turns shaky and katsuki’s anxiety takes the reins on him — so you wrap your arms around his bulkier frame and pull his head to rest on your chest. “i get nightmares where i lose you,” he explains quietly. “‘m scared that one day i’ll just wake up ‘n you’ll be gone.”

you don’t like to think of katsuki bakugou’s death. you can’t imagine what thinking of yours would do to him.

“i’m right here,” you say barely above a whisper. “i’m alive, i’m breathing. i’m not going anywhere without you.”

with his ear pressed to your body, katsuki can hear the dull thump of your heart against your chest wall. it’s steady, rhythmic, like horse hooves on cobblestone. you’re alive and you’re strong. he needs to give you more credit, he thinks, tucking himself into you even more to hide from the world.

but you don’t let him, taking his large hand in yours and bringing his wrist up to your lips to feel his life essence pulse just beneath them.

“and you’re right here too.”

the gesture is so small and intimate, but it shows that you understand bakugou on levels that nobody else does. you love him, you live for him — in moments like this when the sun has just made its way into the sky and right down to the first star that twinkles at night.

bakugou shifts to brush his nose against yours, humming.

“and ‘m never goin’ anywhere without you, either.”

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donquixotehomura · 2 months

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Valentine's Day with One Piece Boys

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W.C:3295 so uhhhhh my hand slipped oops... I took some assumptions here and I changed some things that are common about these characters in Fanfic writing, my brain couldn’t come up with a lot for Law I’m sorry about that, Crocodile and Doffy can be read as pre or post becoming Warlords, some might be OOC but IDK I wrote this in about a day lol (my eyes fingers and back hurt I need to correct my posture lol) sorry if I didn't write for your favorites, have fun and lemme know what you think I love feed back It took two and a half fucking hours to put the gifs in, cause the line thingy where you add stuff only showed at the very bottom so I had to keep editing and dragging shit around, I'm sure I'm doing something wrong, also I had to look up all the gifs here even tho I have tons cause for some reason "something goofed" .... end my suffering also I wrote this on word and then brought it here so if formatting gets weird that's why, even tho I spent hours on making sure everything is good shout out to my inspo who also encouraged me to write it @cinnbar-bun

Dracule Mihawk, Roronoa Zoro, Portgas D. Ace, Donquixote Doflamingo, Eustass "Captain" Kid, Charlotte Katakuri, Massacre Soldier Killer, Sir Crocodile, Trafalgar Law.

Dracule Mihawk:

Mihawk and Y/N prefer intimate celebrations for Valentine's Day. They often opt for a quiet evening together at their secluded castle, away from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.

Despite their stoic exteriors, Mihawk and Y/N are surprisingly sentimental when it comes to expressing their feelings. They exchange handwritten letters on Valentine's Day, pouring their hearts out on paper in a way that words spoken aloud cannot convey.

Instead of extravagant gestures, Mihawk and Y/N prefer to exchange gifts that hold sentimental value. Mihawk might gift Y/N a rare book on something she likes, while Y/N might give Mihawk a custom-made piece of simple jewelry like a small bracelet she personally crafted for him.

On Valentine's Day, Mihawk surprises Y/N by offering to cook dinner together. Despite her lack of culinary skills, Y/N appreciates the bonding activity and enjoys spending quality time with him in the kitchen, even if it results in a few culinary mishaps.

After dinner, Mihawk and Y/N venture out into the castle's courtyard to stargaze. They lie side by side on a blanket, Y/N pointing out constellations and sharing stories about their significance, reveling in the peaceful solitude of the night, Mihawk just listens to her with a small fond smile.

Throughout the day, Mihawk and Y/N take time to reflect on their journey together, reminiscing about cherished memories and shared experiences that have strengthened their bond over the years.

As a romantic gesture, Mihawk and Y/N share a midnight dance in the castle's grand ballroom. Lit only by candlelight, they move together in a graceful waltz, lost in the magic of the moment and the timeless beauty of their love. Going To Sleep Cuddling: Mihawk and Y/N will go to sleep in the end of the day holding each other, Y/N would curl up into his arms, burying her face into his chest while he wraps his arms around her his hand going into her hair to play with the soft strands.

As Valentine's Day draws to a close, Mihawk and Y/N exchange a few hushed words as they cuddle, reaffirming their commitment to each other and the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, and endless adventures together.

Roronoa Zoro:

Despite his tough exterior, Zoro secretly spends weeks planning the perfect Valentine's Day surprise for Y/N. He meticulously selects a secluded spot on the island they're docked on, where they can enjoy each other's company away from the hustle and bustle of the crew.

Y/N, appreciative of Zoro's efforts, prepares a special gift for him on Valentine's Day. Knowing his love for swords, she surprises him with a beautifully crafted sheath for one of his blades, personalized with intricate designs that reflect their shared journey together.

Zoro and Y/N spend Valentine's Day evening taking a leisurely stroll along the shores of the island. With the sound of waves lapping against the shore and the moonlight casting a soft glow, they share quiet moments of intimacy, lost in each other's company.

During their stroll, Zoro and Y/N encounter a group of wild creatures roaming the island. With their swords drawn, they effortlessly dispatch the beasts, their synchronized movements a testament to their unwavering bond as swordsmen and lovers.

As the night progresses, Zoro and Y/N build a campfire on the beach, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows around them. They share stories of their past adventures and dreams for the future, their laughter mingling with the sound of the ocean.

Under the starlit sky, Zoro finally opens up to Y/N, expressing his gratitude for her presence in his life. He admits that he's not good at expressing his feelings, but Y/N's unwavering support and love have changed him for the better.

Moved by Zoro's vulnerability, Y/N wraps her arms around him, offering him comfort and reassurance. She assures him that their love is enough, and she wouldn't have their Valentine's Day any other way.

As the night comes to an end, Zoro and Y/N make a promise to each other to continue facing life's challenges together, hand in hand. They vow to cherish every moment and celebrate their love not just on Valentine's Day, but every day.

As they watch the sun rise on the horizon, Zoro leans in to press a gentle kiss to Y/N's lips, sealing their promise with a silent vow of devotion. In that moment, amidst the beauty of the dawn, they find solace in the certainty of their love for each other.

As they return to the ship, hand in hand, Zoro and Y/N share a knowing smile, their hearts full of love and gratitude for each other. Though their Valentine's Day was unconventional and filled with unexpected adventures, it was a testament to the strength of their bond and the depth of their love.

Portgas D. Ace:

Y/N wakes up early on Valentine's Day to prepare a special breakfast for Ace. She arranges heart-shaped pancakes and fruit on a tray, leaving a note with a playful message for him to wake up to. Ace spends weeks leading up to Valentine's Day working on a handmade gift for Y/N. He creates a personalized necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a flame, symbolizing their fiery love and passion.

Y/N organizes a scavenger hunt around the Moby Dick for Ace. Each clue leads him to a different part of the ship, where he discovers small gifts and love notes hidden by Y/N.

Ace surprises Y/N with a romantic beach picnic at a secluded cove. They enjoy a delicious meal together as they watch the sunset, the sound of the waves providing a serene backdrop to their intimate celebration.

As the night falls, Ace and Y/N gather with their friends for a bonfire on the beach. They roast marshmallows, share stories, and cuddle close under a blanket, basking in the warmth of their love and the crackling fire.

Y/N sets up a telescope on the deck of the Moby Dick, and she and Ace spend the evening stargazing together. They point out constellations, make wishes on shooting stars, and share dreams for their future, Y/N certainly tries to find constellations that match Ace’s freckles. Ace surprises Y/N with a makeshift dance floor on the deck of the ship. He puts on her favorite song, and they dance together under the moonlight, lost in each other's arms.

Y/N leaves little love notes for Ace to find throughout the day. Each note expresses her affection and gratitude for having him in her life, reminding him of the depth of her love.

Ace and Y/N spend the afternoon cooking a special Valentine's Day dinner together in the kitchen. They laugh, tease each other, and steal kisses amidst the preparation, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together. (Marco is on standby with a fire extinguisher)

As the day comes to a close, Ace and Y/N exchange heartfelt declarations of love. They express their gratitude for each other, promising to cherish and support one another for all the days to come, both of them yelling it at the top of their lungs of the railing of the ship and the crew is so done with them lol

Donquixote Doflamingo:

Doflamingo, despite his intimidating persona, secretly enjoys the sentimentality of Valentine's Day. He's known for surprising Y/N with extravagant gifts, ranging from rare treasures he's acquired during their travels to personalized items he's commissioned just for her. Y/N, in turn, cherishes each gift as a symbol of Doflamingo's affection, even if she's not one for material possessions. On Valentine's Day, Doflamingo arranges a private, candlelit dinner on the deck of their ship or a secluded spot on the island they're currently exploring. He spares no expense in ensuring the evening is perfect, with gourmet cuisine prepared by their crew's skilled chefs. Y/N appreciates the effort he puts into creating these intimate moments and enjoys the opportunity to spend quality time together away from the chaos of pirate life.

Instead of focusing solely on lavish gifts and grand gestures, Doflamingo and Y/N often reminisce about their shared adventures and memorable moments throughout the years. They spend Valentine's Day reflecting on the challenges they've overcome together, the laughter they've shared, the tears they’ve shed and the unbreakable bond that has formed between them.

Despite their often intense and tumultuous journey as pirates, Doflamingo and Y/N also value quiet moments of affection. They may spend Valentine's Day simply enjoying each other's company, whether it's lounging on the deck, stargazing, or taking a leisurely stroll on the beach hand in hand. It's in these peaceful moments that they feel most connected.

Doflamingo and Y/N have a deep understanding of each other, and Valentine's Day serves as a reminder of the unspoken bond they share. They may not always verbalize their feelings, but their actions speak volumes. Whether it's a knowing glance, a comforting touch, or a gentle smile exchanged between them, they both know that their love is unwavering.

Eustass "Captain" Kid:

Despite her tough exterior, Y/N secretly enjoys the romantic gestures she receives on Valentine's Day. Kid, though he may not admit it openly, takes great pleasure in surprising Y/N with small gifts and tokens of affection, leaving them anonymously for her to find. Kid's idea of a Valentine's Day gift may not be traditional, but it's always heartfelt. He might present Y/N with a custom-made weapon, intricately designed and tailored to her unique fighting style, or a rare treasure he stumbled upon during their travels, symbolizing the adventures they've shared together.

Y/N, with her artistic flair, expresses her love for Kid through her creations. She might spend weeks crafting a personalized piece of jewelry for him, incorporating elements of his Jolly Roger or symbols that hold significance to their relationship, showcasing her devotion in a tangible form.

Amidst the chaos of their pirate life, Y/N and Kid cherish the quiet moments they steal away together on Valentine's Day. They might escape to a secluded spot-on deck, watching the stars and sharing stories, finding solace in each other's company amidst the vastness of the sea.

For Y/N and Kid, Valentine's Day is not just about romantic gestures, but also about embarking on new adventures together. They might set sail to explore uncharted islands, face formidable foes, or discover hidden treasures, strengthening their bond through shared experiences and thrilling escapades.

Despite their differences, Y/N and Kid's relationship is built on mutual respect and understanding. They may not always see eye to eye, but they know how to support and uplift each other, especially on Valentine's Day, when they take the time to appreciate the unique qualities that make their bond so special.

Y/N and Kid's Valentine's Day celebrations may not be conventional, but they're uniquely theirs. They might indulge in a feast of their favorite foods, engage in friendly competitions and challenges, or simply enjoy each other's presence, knowing that their love transcends traditional expectations.

As they spend Valentine's Day together, Y/N and Kid exchange promises for the future. They may vow to stand by each other through thick and thin, to continue exploring the world and facing its challenges together, and to cherish the love they share, knowing that their bond is unbreakable.

Charlotte Katakuri:

Despite their tough exteriors, Y/N and Katakuri secretly enjoy showering each other with romantic gestures on Valentine's Day. Y/N surprises Katakuri with handcrafted doughnuts with many flavours, each one meticulously made with love and care. In return, Katakuri presents Y/N with a beautifully crafted box of her favorite sweets, a testament to his thoughtfulness and affection. On Valentine's evening, Y/N and Katakuri escape the chaos of Totto Land for a private dinner date on a secluded beach. They indulge in a feast of their favorite dishes, sharing laughter and intimate conversation under the twinkling stars. As the night deepens, they dance together in the moonlight, their hearts beating in perfect harmony.

In the days leading up to Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri exchange heartfelt love letters, expressing their deepest emotions and gratitude for each other. Y/N's letters are filled with poetic prose and declarations of undying love, while Katakuri's letters are eloquent and sincere, revealing the depths of his affection for Y/N.

As a special Valentine's Day surprise, Katakuri whisks Y/N away on a romantic getaway to a secluded island paradise. They spend their days exploring pristine beaches, indulging in couples' massages, and savoring gourmet meals prepared by a private chef. It's a blissful escape from their duties and responsibilities, allowing them to focus solely on each other.

On Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri reminisce about their favorite moments together, flipping through photo albums filled with snapshots of their adventures. They laugh at candid shots of themselves and smile fondly at pictures of special milestones they've shared. It's a heartwarming reminder of the bond they've built and the memories they've created together, a few of them are pictures taken by Y/N of Katakuri throughout the day, in some of them his scarf is hiding a smile or a blush a reason as to why she took the picture (yes she walks around with a Visual Den Den Mushi.. At least that’s what I think the picture taking ones are called) Y/N has been joining Katakuri during his Meriendas for years now and same as rumors spread about him meditating and talking to gods of battle during them rumors spread about her as well (I read a fic about this before where Y/N was considered his oracle and it’s an amazing one I’m trying to find it again) what they don’t know is that these two are being very sappy idiots, cuddling sharing kisses and laughs and stealing each other's sweets, especially on this day, the others just think that they’re doing some sort of ritual about devotion to Gods of Battle only lol.

As the night falls on Valentine's Day, Y/N and Katakuri retreat to a secluded hilltop, where they lay beneath a blanket of stars, hand in hand. They share stories of their hopes and dreams, tracing constellations with their fingers and basking in the quiet beauty of the night sky. It's a moment of perfect serenity, a reminder of the infinite possibilities that lie ahead for their love.

Massacre Soldier Killer:

Despite their tough exteriors, Killer and Y/N secretly enjoy surprising each other with small romantic gestures on Valentine's Day. Y/N might leave a heartfelt note tucked into Killer's pocket, while Killer might craft a makeshift bouquet of flowers from materials he finds on their travels. Valentine's Day is a rare opportunity for Killer and Y/N to spend some quality time together away from the chaos of pirate life. They might steal away to a secluded spot on the ship or find a quiet beach where they can enjoy each other's company without interruptions.

Killer and Y/N reminisce about their favorite moments together, cherishing the memories they've created during their time as partners in crime. They might exchange stories about their most memorable adventures or laugh about the mishaps they've encountered along the way.

Despite their limited resources as pirates, Killer and Y/N find creative ways to exchange gifts on Valentine's Day. Y/N might fashion a piece of jewelry from shells she finds on the beach, while Killer might carve a wooden trinket with his expert craftsmanship.

Killer surprises Y/N with a romantic candlelit dinner, showcasing his culinary skills with a delicious meal cooked from scratch. Y/N, in turn, appreciates the effort and thoughtfulness behind the gesture, and they enjoy a quiet evening together under the stars. While they may not always express their emotions openly, Killer and Y/N show their love and affection for each other in subtle ways. A gentle touch, a lingering glance, or a reassuring smile speaks volumes in the language of their relationship.

Valentine's Day serves as a reminder of the unbreakable bond between Killer and Y/N. They reaffirm their commitment to each other, promising to stand by each other's side through thick and thin, no matter what challenges may come their way.

As they bask in the warmth of each other's love on Valentine's Day, Killer and Y/N discuss their hopes and dreams for the future. They envision a life together filled with adventure, laughter, and unwavering support, knowing that as long as they have each other, anything is possible.

Overall, Valentine's Day is a special occasion for Killer and Y/N to celebrate their love and appreciation for each other, strengthening the bond that binds them together as partners in both love and piracy.

Sir Crocodile:

Crocodile and Y/N aren't ones for grand gestures, so their Valentine's Day celebration tends to be understated. They prefer spending quality time together rather than getting caught up in the commercial aspects of the holiday. Crocodile surprises Y/N by preparing a simple but delicious meal for them to share. Despite his gruff exterior, Crocodile has a surprisingly deft hand in the kitchen, and Y/N is touched by the effort he puts into making the evening special.

Instead of extravagant gifts, Crocodile and Y/N exchange meaningful tokens of their affection. Y/N gives Crocodile a handmade leather-bound journal, knowing how much he values knowledge and planning. In return, Crocodile presents Y/N with a rare seashell he found during one of their adventures, a symbol of their shared experiences.

After dinner, Crocodile and Y/N enjoy a quiet evening together, lounging on the deck of their ship and gazing up at the stars. They talk about their hopes and dreams for the future, reveling in the simplicity of each other's company.

Despite their tough exteriors, Crocodile and Y/N share a passion for Planning and Conquest. They spend the evening poring over maps and planning their next expedition, excited about the possibilities that lie ahead. While they may not be overly demonstrative, Crocodile and Y/N show their love for each other in small, subtle ways. A gentle touch, a knowing glance, or a shared smile speaks volumes about the depth of their bond. As the night draws to a close, Crocodile and Y/N express their gratitude for each other, acknowledging the strength and support they provide in each other's lives. They may not say "I love you" in so many words, but their actions speak louder than any declaration of affection ever could.

Trafalgar Law:

Y/N is bubbling with excitement as Valentine's Day approaches, eager to celebrate the occasion with Law despite his usual reservations about the holiday. She takes the lead in planning the day, organizing a romantic dinner aboard the Polar Tang complete with candles, rose petals, and Law's favorite dishes. Law, although initially hesitant about the festivities, appreciates Y/N's enthusiasm and decides to go along with her plans, wanting to make her happy. He surprises Y/N with small but meaningful gifts throughout the day, such as a locket containing a picture of the two of them together or a handwritten note expressing his love and gratitude. Y/N showers Law with affection, peppering him with kisses and hugs as they spend quality time together, enjoying each other's company in the privacy of their quarters. They share stories and reminisce about their favorite memories together, laughing and smiling as they bask in the warmth of their love. Law surprises Y/N with a heartfelt gesture, such as letting her cuddle with him instead of working or giving her a massage to help her relax and unwind. They exchange promises of love and commitment, reaffirming their bond and promising to stand by each other through thick and thin. As the day comes to a close, Law and Y/N cuddle up together under a blanket, content in each other's arms and grateful for the love they share.

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ceruleancattail · 2 months

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Tattoo artist Leona

Leona x reader

(This fic was written based on online information about tattoos and the tattooing process. I am no means an authority on this subject. I apologise for any inconsistencies and incorrect information🙇‍♂️)

You could feel the heat of Leona’s palm, oozing from his gloves. A warm, intense heat that seemed intent on slipping deep into your skin. It was a gentle, balmy feeling. Reminiscent of lying on a grassy plain, allowing the golden rays of the setting sun to wash over you. Encasing you in a soft ember halo of warmth.

It would have been relaxing, if not for the dull throbbing of the needle against your body. It stung, much like a scalded wound.

Not the most painful feeling, but not the most unpleasant either.

It was hard to concentrate on the pain, not when you could feel Leona’s breath waft against your bare skin. To hear him hem and haw, the very tips of his caramel locks of hair brush against you. He tossed it all up in a messy ponytail, but the stray ends all seem to come back to you somehow.

Gentle, cloying touches. Almost flirtatious, actually. Casting a sneaky glance towards your tattooist, you shoot him a sly wink:

“Enjoying the view, Kingscholar?”

Raising an eyebrow, Leona’s expression remains disappointingly neutral. He holds that face long enough for you to pout, before chuckling softly.

“Sure, Herbivore. Sure.”

Leona sighs, a tinge of exasperation concealed within. A gloved hand rests on the back of your head, coaxing your face back in front firmly.

“Now hush, unless you want to be stuck here all day.”

You chirp enthusiastically:

“Wouldn’t mind if you’re the one keeping me company!”

“Can it.”

You laugh at his sharp reply. With only the barest wisp of a smile on those lips, Leona resumes his work. Palm flat against your skin, guiding the needle across your body. It skates across your skin with practised ease, stabbing ink into your body. Sketching out an outline, filling it in. Inking line after line, filling your body with his own handiwork.

There was something oddly personal, about that. Marking a person with his own hand, his own designs. Making your skin a canvas of his own, displaying Leona’s tattoos for the world to see. Maybe it’s because it was you. Coming into his store with that smile of yours, sharing your ideas with him.

The ideation of tattoo designs goes both ways, Y’know. The client’s idea and purpose, and the artist’s execution of said idea and purpose. Leona could spend hours seated across you, listening to you ramble about an experience you wanted to remember, a story you wanted your skin to tell. No matter what you wanted to be tattooed with, the ideas you put out do show a lot of your personality. As Leona listens, he’s taking notes on an tablet. Sketching out possible designs alongside hastily scribbled notes.

And of course, he’s sketching you, as well. Your bright eyes when you share with him your latest idea, your gestures… maybe even a rather soft looking piece of you smiling, lined with gentle, nimble strokes. Leona would never show you those willingly, unfortunately. Perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse or two when he spins the tablet around for you to preview some of his ideas.

There was something intimate about sharing conversations with you. Something romantic, even. But Leona would rather die than to admit that to you.

You’re an odd one, herbivore.

As the needles skated across your skin, you winced. The sharp point dug into a rather sensitive patch of skin, stinging your skin like a thousand wasps. Gasping in pain, you grit your teeth, grinding back certain very colourful swears. Only to have Leona pause whatever he was doing to run a palm down your back. Stroking you with a gentleness you would have never expected him to have. Leona’s hand pressed against the curve of your spine, rubbing small, reassuring circles into your skin.

He mumbled softly, a raspy sound. However as rough as it was, you could feel it slip into your ears smoothly. Almost as if it was fine wine.

“You’re ok. You’re ok, herbivore.

Breathe.”

You could feel his body warmth against your skin, bleeding into your very soul. Hell, Leona was close enough for you to feel his pulse, heartbeat beating alongside your very own. A steady tempo, calming like a childhood lullaby.

His hand stayed pressed to your back under your breathing slowed. Until the tension melted… well partially from your shoulders. Yet his touch lingered, oddly enough. Leona’s palm stayed on your back long after your heartbeat slowed back to a calmer pace.

Until your pulse beat in time with his.

Two hearts, as one.

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bella-goths-wife · 2 months

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The affection the yandere bowers gang give ballerina reader

Let me know what you think of this and please tell me if it makes sense 🙏

Warnings: psychological abuse, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse, anxiety, manipulation, threats, forced relationships, possessive behaviour

I do not support or condone the themes I write about, my writing is purely for entertainment and information purposes. Please do not try to replicate the actions that I write about.

MDNI!!!

Henry bowers:

There is something very inherently forceful about the affection Henry gives you

Certain gestures such as hand holding, hand on your hip, hand on the back of your neck and so on

These gestures would seem cute and affectionate to an outside viewer if it was anyone else, but this is Henry bowers

Every affectionate gesture is produced with an aggressive factor added in

It’s like no one ever taught him how to be gentle, so he replicates what he sees in movies and shows

This means he can’t fully understand how even if he’s affectionately hurting you, he’s still hurting you

For example, he’ll see other couples have one person hold the other by the waist and he’ll try and replicate the action with you to be romantic but his grip will be too harsh and will bruise you

There’s also something subtly needy about his touch, like he’s grasping at smoke that he knows will slip out his hands as soon as he lets go

I think that over the course of your forced relationship, he will become more vulnerable around you

That means that he won’t try and replicate an affectionate action and will try to follow his own instincts on how to touch you

The affection will turn from a forceful hand on your hip in public to him laying his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat in private

And while there is still an underlying threat in his every touch, at least now you can experience something closer to reality rather than what Henry believes a relationship should look like because of the tv he watches

I think you could teach him to be more gentle if you wanted to, but it would be a long and unrewarding process

Patrick Hockstetter

Every touch or affection Patrick gives you has a sexual motive

Or it feels like it does, even if Patrick doesn’t mean to

Patrick is a sociopath, everyone around him knows it

Even patrick knows it, he knew the minute he started to not feel anything for the people who he hurt

But deep down he wants to feel something real, and the way he chases after that feeling is by feeling something he knows for a fact is real

And that’s lust

That’s the only thing that Patrick can admit to whole heartedly feeling

So he won’t be giving you affection for just the sake of showing you he cares or to experience something lovingly intimate with you, he’s doing it to fuel his own lust filled desires and he thinks that every affectionate action will make you more susceptible to helping him with his desires

But all it does is disgust you

For example, he will stroke your arms or back when you cry to offer you comfort

But the way he does it comes off too sultry and violating, so he only further distressed you

Even when Patrick falls further into his obsession with you and genuinely seeks out your affection, he still ends up coming off predatory because of his past actions

This frustrates his to no end, but he only has himself to blame and he knows it

He blames it on the fact that his only relationships with girls his age have been strictly sexual, so he’s never learned how to give genuinely loving affection

But he knows that’s bullshit and so do you, but you’d never say it out loud unless you wanted a new black eye and a talk about respect

Victor Criss

Because Vic’s love is inherently possessive and more about ownership rather than gentle love, it reflects in his affection

Every touch is a way to show ownership, to mark you, to claim your for the world to see

He’s the first to seek your hand while walking through crowds and he’s the last to let you go when it’s time to leave your home and for the boys to return to their own

Every hold is accompanied by what should be sweet nothings, but is instead aggressive reinforcements reminding you that you are not your own person

He’d trace the scars he left on your body with a sense of pride that he was able to claim you in such a way before sneering at the scars left by the others and demand you cover them before the two of you become intimate with one another

He’d burn you with cigarettes before kissing the burns and smiling at his work

It’s not like with Henry, his goal isn’t to hurt you with his abusive behaviour

It’s to show both you and the others that he isn’t afraid to mix his love with cruelty if it means perfecting the art which is your marked body

His love for you in itself is like a cigarette, during it you feel euphoric at the kick the nicotine provides but deep down you know that it’s slowly killing you

You let vic abuse your body because you enjoy the feeling of knowing that it causes problems among the boys, but every bruise and cut or burn reminds you that you can’t keep going on like this

You know that his affection will consume your body, and he knows it too

So he slows down eventually and tries to be gentle, but just because the aggressive dog decides to roll over and show you his belly doesn’t mean he’s not going to attack again eventually

Belch Huggins

There is something adoring in the way belch touches you

He’s actually the opposite to Henry in this aspect, in the sense that he’s gentle with you in every way he can be unless ordered differently

He knows he’s a big guy, that’s been the one feature the world has constantly reminded he owns by having every stranger in the street look at him with intimidated expression

Even his own family and friends hold a sense of caution about him

He knows that his overexcited nature when it comes to you can make him forget his stature and strength and can cause him to accidentally hurt you

So every affectionate action comes in small doses so that you don’t get hurt

His hold will remain loose enough for you to have room but not loose enough for you to leave it and his mind will always be aware of the pressure he’s putting on your skin when he touches you

He doesn’t want to show off his strength, he wants to make himself as small as possible in your presence so you don’t see him as a threat when Henry doesn’t order him to be one

He’ll lower himself to your height to touch you and he will always remain vigilant of where you are around him so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you

The only time he feels himself be prideful of his stature and strength in your presence is either when he’s scaring off people who are trying to flirt with you or when you ask him to lift you to help with a ballet move you want to practice

For him to be involved in something that he admires you so much for, it makes him ecstatic

He’ll hold your waist and lift you up and for once he sees his size as something that doesn’t just have to scare people off, but also for helping you perfect something beautiful

So his affection lacks force and has a sense of a priest in his worship of you being similar to how a priest worships god

To him, you are everything that is right with the world and the way he touches you reflects that

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Brothers' Beloved Bestfriend | Daniel Ricciardo (part iii)

part i

part ii

You chose not to wear the red dress, but that didn’t stop Daniel from stealing glances at you the whole night, sifting through guests any chance he could to talk to you before your brother swept him away. The guest list was more than you had anticipated, so when you retired to your room after everyone had left, you were uncertain whether you could keep your exhaustion at bay to stay awake and talk to Daniel. Obviously those thoughts and struggles were thrown out the window when you heard your bedroom door quietly open as he snuck in, closing the door behind himself and pausing at the entrance, watching you finish your skincare routine.

“Finally.” You replied, passing him a smile as he made his way to your bed.

“What, couldn’t wait any longer to see me again?” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes before joining him in bed, getting flashbacks to how it had felt the first night he was in your room. This felt like a strangely domesticated moment though, you’d shared several sweet moments with him over the course of the years you had known him, but this felt intimate, and domesticated. Crawling into bed and under the covers with him waiting for you on the side of the bed he knew you didn’t sleep on felt odd- not in a bad way, but more in a different and kind of adorable way.

Your crush on Daniel had started as the same old cliche crush; you liked your older brothers’ best friend, but it had grown into something much more in the past few years, and as confusing as it was, you were still glad you two were cuddling next to each other. He had always been the type of person to go through the effort of completely understanding and knowing the people around him; he was a comforting soul to many and though you’d always felt comfortable around him, this was different, it was far more intimate than you could have ever wished for. You’d of course be lying if you claimed you didn’t wish for this, that you didn’t think about it every time your hugs lingered a moment too long or every time he’d lean just a little too close. Daniel always felt like the man you would feel safe around, and now that he had his arms wrapped around you and your face buried in his chest, listening to his heart beat, you felt safer than you could have imagined.

The dreaded conversation wasn’t brought up for a while, initially you two talked about the event, the food, the people, the interactions and eventually you two managed to transgress into a completely different conversation about life and the struggles the two of you had faced as individuals- not once did the conversation feel forced and not once did it feel like he was trying to make a segway into the intended topic. It wasn’t till you looked up at him during an extended few minutes of silence, only to have him be looking back at you, his smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Your forehead is at the perfect spot.” He said, inching closer to give you a kiss.

You smiled at the gesture, it was sweet and made you feel warm on the inside.

“I’m sorry, I should have expressed my feelings better.” Daniel said, breaking the comfortable silence with words that felt heavier than they should have.

“Wait wait wait wait, what are you apologizing for? If anyone should be apologizing right now, it should be me; I’m the one who cut you off when I should have talked to you about my fears.” You replied, plummeting directly into the core of the matter, pulling away to look at his face better, you propped your head up on your arm for better comfort. Daniel mirrored your posture, propping his head on his arm, and reaching out with his other hand to hold yours.

“No, no, I thought about it a lot and I feel awful for how I came onto you-” You saw his face flinch when he registered the last few words and bit back a chuckle, “Uh, I was much older than you and still am, and it was your first summer back from college and all, and really I should have had a better conversation but we were both kinda drunk and it felt like oh y’know it’s now or never and-”

“Danny.” You interrupted him, squeezing his hand a bit tighter as a form of bodily punctuation.

He didn’t reply to you, his gaze met yours and for a moment you swore you would start crying. You’d known these past few days that your feelings for him had resurfaced, but every passing moment felt like those feelings hadn’t resurfaced, but instead had never left, they had existed for longer than you’d like to admit and no matter how much you’d lie and say it was momentary or what-not, they were real and had been existing longer than you’d acknowledge. Hearing him ramble hurt you, it was the saddest possible confirmation of his pre-existing and lasting feelings for you and though that fact should have brought comfort, his expression of that fact brought a great discomfort. You’d always known Daniel to be a man capable of expressing his thoughts and using his words, but at that moment, the way his words fell out of his mouth with his eyes darting and looking anywhere but yours made you regret any decision you thought to be correct.

“Dan, stop apologizing, whatever happened that night happened and I don’t regret what we did. Do you?”

“God, not at all.” Daniel replied, brows furrowing slightly as he lost grip of the direction of the conversation.

“Yeah, so the problem wasn’t the fact that we had sex. I just freaked out because I’ve had this crush on you for so long and I didn’t think anything would happen except then it did and it scared the shit out of me because I didn’t know what my family would say and I somehow convinced myself that you didn’t like me like that and that that night was just a fling and yes, before you say it, we did have a conversation during and after about our feelings but I don’t know I guess it felt too good to be true?”

You had spewed out a lot, most of which Daniel already knew, but the last bit of your statement completely threw him for a loop and momentarily disabled his brain for a response. In the two years he had to think over the matter, not once did he suspect that you would ever think he’d use you as a stupid drunk one-nightstand. Excluding guilt, all emotions Daniel felt towards you were inter-linked to great degrees with immense respect and genuine adoration for you- the idea of you seeing yourself as a silly drunken decision blew his mind. The emotions he felt were not verbally expressed, he was trying his best to untangle his thoughts while you read his expressions and said the first few words that came to mind.

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? Listen, I’m really sorry for ghosting you, it just became too much and I got so scared y’know like with my brother and my family, and your career and my college and-”

“Shut up.” He interrupted, confusion dissolving off his face.

He moved faster than you could question, pulling your face into his for a kiss. It wasn’t breath-taking or anything, but it truly was a long enough kiss to shut you up, for your train of thought to be completely derailed and for you to be distracted by his lips gently moving against yours as his hand let go of yours and moved to cup your face, thumb slowly stroking your cheek.

“I would never, ever look at you like that.” He said, face a few inches away from yours.

“Like what?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Like you’re worth letting go of, ever.” He whispered, scared of saying those words too loud.

Daniel had never admitted this to anyone, mainly because he couldn’t; the only person who knew the both of you was your brother and that wasn’t particularly a conversation he’d like to have earlier on, except now he was sure he didn’t care about what your brother had to say or what your family had to say- all he cared about was the fact that he wasn’t going to let any silly thought hold him back, nor was he willing to mess up and risk the chance of losing you again.

“Danny..” You tried to say something apart from his name, but failure was inevitable, you had never admitted this earlier and having to hear the confirmation of your unspoken fear and conclusionary reason for the cut-off brought you immense comfort. “I’m sorry for running away from you Danny.”

“I understand, I really do, please don’t beat yourself over it baby, I get it, I really really do.” He comforted you, as he pulled your head into his chest kissing the top of it as he felt you relax.

It truly felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, it felt like the two years you had spent thinking about him and all that could have been were useless and in the moment they felt sillier than they were. The time for the actions and confessions just wasn’t right and deep down inside the both of you had known it then and knew it now too.

The Enchante merch he was wearing felt soft against your skin, the supple fabric against our face felt comforting, his hand stroking your back felt comforting, the way you could feel his breath felt comforting- it all felt like a reward for the two years of discomfort.

“Y’know,” Daniel said, interrupting the one-sided conversation you were having with his heartbeat, “I don’t think your brothers’ going to be very surprised when we come clean about all this.”

“Hm? Why’re you so sure, did he say something?” You asked, confused with the random mention of your brother.

“Uh, no, but I think he’s seen me staring way too many times.” He laughed, “I mean the guys not an idiot.”

“I don’t think he’ll be too mad, I mean yeah he’d be mad at first, but it’s you and he trusts you, I don’t think he’d have an objection to us dating.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that we’re dating? Gee babe, lemme at least buy you dinner first.” Daniel laughed, a sound of joy that vibrated through his chest, which you slapped lightly as a response to the teasing.

“I mean- I don’t know, that’s not what I-” You got flustered, suddenly completely unsure of a response.

“Baby, baby, I’m joking, we’re dating that's for sure, I don’t think I wanna put that for later again.”

“Oh cut it out Ricciardo.” You mumbled, smiling at his stupid joke.

He hummed in response, holding onto you tighter as the thought settled in his head, he had hoped for this despite his ‘better’ judgment and now it was happening. You were in his arms, body completely slack against his with your breath slowing down as he felt your body drift off to sleep.

A/N: I'M BACKKK!!! after eid and a major depressive episode, I have returned to provide the finale of my Danny fic, I'm sorry if it's short, hope yall like it, as usual inbox is open for criticism and asks! Love you all<3

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Stunt Mishap

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

When Lizzie gets hurt during a stunt, you help take care of her

Note: I’m just in love with her y’all. Enjoy!

Elizabeth Olsen Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Throughout the last few months, you have become super close friends with someone you considered one of your favorite actresses. Elizabeth Olsen, or as her friends call her Lizzie, is a million times better than you could’ve ever imagined she would be.

You met on the set of her first solo movie for Marvel. You are on the writing team and from the first moment Lizzie read the script she was so excited that someone else shared her love for her character.

It only took a few in person conversations with Lizzie to discover that you had a crush on her. Sure, before you met her you sort of fantasized what it would be like to know her, but actually knowing her was completely different. Lizzie often hugs you and she talks to you every time you’re on set, which makes you come to set as often as you can.

That’s why you’re here today as Lizzie attempts to do a stunt. You watch as she goes up in the harness and begins the fighting sequence. Things are going great until they aren’t.

Suddenly, the harness starts to release Lizzie and the only thing below her is the firm floor that is only slightly malleable. You watch in horror as she falls, and everyone runs towards her. Nobody gets there in time and Lizzie lands directly on her arm.

You push through the crowd of people so only you and an on-set paramedic are next to Lizzie.

“Hey, are you alright Lizzie?” you ask her, looking over her injured arm. She can’t move her wrist and you know that’s not a good sign.

“It hurts,” Lizzie replies. She reaches for your hand with her good arm, and you hold her hand.

“You’re going to be okay,” you tell her. The paramedic nods in agreement. You offer to take Lizzie to the hospital, and everyone agrees to that.

When you get there, they tell you that Lizzie has a broken wrist, but she won’t need surgery. She’s anxious, you can tell, but you stay by her side, and she feels her worries lessen. And you drive her home.

The next week or so consists of her trying to maneuver around with a cast on her arm. Lizzie doesn’t listen to anyone who offers help because she doesn’t want to be a bother. It isn’t until one night when you are at her house cooking her dinner, an offer you had to make her accept, that she even asks for any help.

“Y/n?” she calls your attention shyly.

“What’s up?” you turn around to face her.

“Can you- would you mind helping me wash my hair? I just can’t seem to do it by myself,” Lizzie is still shy as she asks.

“Of course. We’ll do it after dinner?”

“Thank you,” she says. “You’re the best.”

“Anything for you,” you reply.

You feel your heart beating fast in your chest. The idea of washing Lizzie’s hair is so intimate. You manage to get through dinner without panicking and Lizzie disappears to her bedroom and bathroom.

She comes back out with a t-shirt on and her hair products.

“We’ll use the kitchen sink so you can rinse it easiest,” Lizzie says.

“Smart,” you say. You wouldn’t have thought of that.

You turn on the sink and get the water to a comfortably warm temperature. Nervously, you gesture for Lizzie to lean over the sink. The water runs over her hair as your fingers begin to flow through it. You can’t see it but her eyes close in relaxation at the feeling.

As you apply and rinse shampoo, you feel yourself get into a comfortable rhythm.

“Are you good?” you ask Lizzie as you begin to apply her conditioner.

“Hm, I’m great,” Lizzie says.

You smile at her contentedness. You finish rinsing her hair and help her lift her head back up so that it flows back easily, and water doesn’t splash everywhere.

Lizzie suddenly pulls you into a hug. You don’t even mind the wetness from her hair spreading onto your shirt. You just enjoy the feeling her resting against you.

“Thank you, y/n,” Lizzie mumbles into your chest.

“You’re welcome, Lizzie,” you say. It feels so natural holding her here in her kitchen as her hair is wet just like she just got out of the shower.

When Lizzie steps back from your chest, she looks into your eyes and then glances at your lips. You move half a step closer to her.

No words are exchanged as Lizzie inches the rest of the way to you and her lips connect with yours. Your hand moves through her wet hair to the back of her neck as you pull her ever closer to you. The kiss is soft, intimate, and everything you could’ve ever imagined.

“Wow,” Lizzie unironically says as she breaks the kiss.

“Wow indeed.”

“We should’ve done that a long time ago,” she says with a smile. You kiss her again briefly.

“But this was perfect,” you say. “I think I’m going to try and write Wanda a girlfriend. What do you think?”

Lizzie laughs and you grin at her.

“I’d like that, sweetheart,” she says.

You spend the rest of the night at Lizzie’s house talking to her and getting to know each other even better than before. And as much as you hate that she broke her wrist, you’re glad that you finally were brought together.

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lilisgardensblog · 2 months

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🎀Only you, mon amour~🎀

{ You were silently crying in the garden when a familiar voice calls out your name... }

Neuvillette x reader

genre: fluff , comfort

song: swan song by lana del rey

Left all alone in the middle of the ballroom, what a faith for the Archon's favorite Diamond that was. Everyone's gaze was shifting towards you as you heard the faint gossiping turn louder and louder as you, the so called Diamond of the Season, were left all alone. In the great wave of couples dancing, you were the still stone that stood out, that froze at the shock of being ditched for someone else. You could hear a vague laugh in the background that brought you back to your senses. Panicked filled your lungs as you turned and dramatically ran for the moonlit garden.

You found a hidden bench somewhere in this flowery maze and sat, admiring the lake in front of you. The moonlight was reflecting and the whole scene could be oh so romantic if you weren't hurt by your "partner's" actions. Trying to hold in your tears, you play with a strain of grass you ripped but instantly felt bad for the grass. You sigh and let the little green stripe fall back where it belongs, hoping a new one will grow stronger and greener than before. Turning your gaze back to the moon you thought to yourself "Where did I do wrong? I'm the prettiest,smartest and most graceful of them all and yet...here I am alone..." Warm tears were streaming down your cheeks as you tried to hide your soft sobs.

"Pardon me, Mademoiselle" a soothing voice was calling you from somewhere in the garden. You heard steps coming closer and closer as the moonlight finally shined on him and you saw the Chief of Justice, the most powerful being in Fontaine. Not only was his power determined by his wealth, but you heard gossip that there's more to him than the authority he possessed. To all that, his firm and stoic demeanour in addition with his cold and unfazed gaze made him an intimating person to be around.

Quickly wiping away your tears you try to salute him "Monsieur!" your voice goes up in surprise, unsure if you should get up and do a curtsy. A gesture of his hand told you to relax and stay in place as Neuvillette joined you on the bench. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" you try to break the silence. He looked you in the eyes and whispered "Beautiful indeed..." a little smile appeared on his face before you tried to get up again. "We shouldn't be seen together, Monsieur. If they see us all alone-" The sound of a giggle stopped you mid sentence as you saw Neuvillette laughing. "May I ask what you find so amusing, Monsieur?" you were genuinely confused about what he was laughing about. " I just remember you in that ballroom-" Before he could finish you interrupt him rudely, not wanting to hear the rest "Pardon me, Monsieur but if you're here to laugh at me for that you could've done it in the ballroom with the other guests and there was no need to come out here to laugh in my face!" you affirm angrily and are ready to leave.

He catches your wrist and says "Attendez s'il vous plaît!" with your French studies you knew he said 'wait, please' and so once again he locked his gaze with yours. Being so close you can see that the so intimating appearance that everyone feared was just that, an appearance. His genuine feelings reflected in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay, but was ready to let go if you refused to. "I'm listening..." you nod, encouraging him to speak up. You were still somewhat reticent about what he was going to say, but decided it might be wiser to listen. "Mademoiselle, I'm not by any means here to amuse myself with your situation. I was about to say that I remembered you in the ballroom and I was laughing at how much of a fool I could've been to not invite you to dance. If I would've done so, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. My apologies for upsetting you...ma cherie..."

You were awestruck by his confession. 'He wanted to dance with you? That practically meant the Chief of Justice wanted to make public the intention of dating someone! No, he wanted to announce the whole Teyvat of his interest in YOU.' All these thoughts filled your brain as you tried to form the next sentence. What was one expected to answer when none other than The Monsieur Neuvillette confesses as such? "Are you interested in my self, Monsieur?" Not even thinking he whispered "Only you,mon amour." As you stood on that bench, you looked over at the swans waltzing in the lake and spoke: "What if, Monsieur, you will get your dance of tonight?" He nodded in agreement "It would be my pleasure" and offered his hand for you to take. This dance could make everyone forget the embarrassing situation and instantly repair your reputation. Not only that but you get to have Neuvillette's attention all on yourself.

Now, hand in hand, you were ready to cause more gossip than ever before. Ready to face Fontaine's people and announce that from now on you're under the most powerful protection ever. But most importantly, ready to have the perfect dance and show everyone what the Diamond of the Season was really all about.

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yandereunsolved · 2 months

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Fool Me Once - ,, you being James successor

cw(s): murder, drugging, obsessiveness, asphyxiation, thoughts/acts of sh

☾ James March who saw your aura in the color of gray and was immediately fascinated by your presence in his hotel. He's seen a handful of colors, even black— but this gray was something new. You are like a lost lamb that just needs his guidance. He only wishes to bring out your full potential. His hand aches to hold your own, just so he has a chance to feel your living pulse.

☾ Who watches you around the hotel. He purposely allows the ghosts to terrorize you to see how well you hold up. He won't allow them to kill you but you may leave with a few scars if you aren't skilled enough.

☾ Who invited you to a private dinner before you leave. He may or may not have definitely drugged so the food so you are a little loopy. What? He just needs to make sure that you listen to his message. He talks with you for hours and 'convinces' you to stay, or at least come back if you have other challenges responsibilities.

☾ Who demands that you eat every meal with him. He needs to make sure that you are eating correctly to ensure top performance. He really just wants to spend more time with you. He needs you to begin craving his attention and affection. It makes the entire process so much easier.

☾ Who guides you into picking out victims. He shows you the ropes, both figuratively and literally. Sometimes he tells you that he needs you to act with him. You'll both 'act' as if you are married to seduce couples and lost lambs into death. No one is allowed to touch you except him. If they try their death will come much quicker.

☾ Who asks you to pick out your favorite weapon. He goes into great detail about each one. He watches your face contort into furrowed contemplation. He feels himself growing fonder of your company. He can't wait to allow you a private torture chamber of your own, one day. Your willingness to please him only being another thing that intrigues him.

☾ Who asks the most intimate questions about you. He only wants to learn more about his protégé, and who he has to kill to make you his. Are you a virgin? How many exes do you have? What are your favorite positions? How much do you fancy killing people? What are your special interests? Are you attracted to men? What kind of men are you attracted to?

☾ Who nearly dies a second death when he sees your Devils Night costume. You dressed up as him! You even used make-up to recreate his neck slit. He wants to kill you right there. You would look so perfect to eternally mimic him.

☾ Who makes you watch his killings and take notes. It doesn't matter how he is killing them. He'll make you watch. If you close your eyes, he'll make you open them. He'll grab your chin and tilt it to look straight into your eyes. He'll make you drink the blood of his victims— bathe in it. It's like an aphrodisiac for him.

☾ Who wants you to own his hotel as the living owner. He doesn't want his hotel in danger of being destroyed or changed in a drastic way. He wants you owning his hotel as a symbolic gesture. A sign of his trust for you.

☾ Who chokes you and sloppily makes out with you after you kill your first person. He traps you against the wall and nearly makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. He promises you more for each person you kill.

☾ Who makes you sleep in room sixty-four. You aren't allowed any other room. That is the only room you are allowed to stay in. So what if he is watching you sleep? So what if he is watching you during your 'alone' time? So what? You are his protégé after all."

☾ Who makes that maid of his— Miss Evers is it? make sure all of your linens are extra clean. You have nothing that is ever dirty. All of your messes are cleaned up, even before his own. Miss Evers is immensely, violently, extraordinarily jealous of you. She does her best to sabotage you behind her masters back. James has more than just a few words to her about that.

☾ Who insists you have a title of your own. He is The 10 Comandment killer. What is your trauma? How are you going to fuel it into your gruesome killings?

☾ Who fuels your worst thoughts. No, not the self depreciating ones or the ones that make you harm yourself... yet. Never bad to keep those thoughts in his back pocket for if you disobey him, or he needs to manipulate you. He fuels those thoughts that you immediately push away. He fuels your anger, your anguish, your pain towards people.

☾ Who will make you hurt yourself and watch if you ever try to leave him/disobey/displease him. He can do it himself, but your punishment will end a lot sooner if you just do it yourself... and sob so loud that he can't hear his own thoughts.

☾ Who gets you to shed all of your electronics when you are with him. He supposes you can have those horrid things, but not when he is around. His handsomely talented protégé cannot be distracted by some electronic drivel! He will not allow it. You cannot get off that phone? He'll make you. Break it. Kiss you until you can only focus on him.

☾ Who carves his initials into you so that people know you are his. He really, really wants to carve them into your neck... but he realizes that would probably, most definitely, kill you. He settles between two different places. You can either have him carve them into your inner arm or your thigh. Tattooing is boring. Scarring is fun.

☾ Who treats you both as his equal and below him simultaneously. He respects you but you are like a baby bird just learning to fly. His hummingbird. Just don't leave the nest too soon. You could fail flying and break your neck. That would be a pity.

☾ Who is adamant that you are very careful when it comes to killing. He cares in his own twisted way. He was caught, his failed successors were caught. He does not want you caught. He wants you to infinitely succeed. He wants you to have a moderately normal life.

☾ Who will hold you too hard or choke you for so long so that he leaves bruises. He tells you that he is teaching you how to resist these things. He would never fully poison you though. Drug, yes. Poison, no. Why no poison? He sees poison as very un-gentleman-like. Poison is reserved for your worst enemies, not your successor.

☾ Who will randomly trauma dump the worst things that happened to him. Those moments are fleeting and scarce. However, they do happen. That is his sign of an ultimate reverence to you. He bares the scars in his soul to you. If you press him on it or even joke about it his walls will be back up. He'll kill twice as many people as he usually does just to exterminate that pesky emotion of hurt from his heart.

☾ James Patrick March who will always be there when you fall. Who will slaughter those in the village so only he can give you warmth.

#american horror story #james patrick march #jpm #imagine #jpm x reader #james patrick march x reader #ahs hotel #reader insert #x reader #possibly yandere #cw: murder #ahs fanfiction #headcanon #headcanons and stuff #ahs headcanons

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magnusbae · 10 months

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tfw u have a Complicated™️ Relationship With An Otherworldly Creature

First of all, I would like to point out that I DID NOT REALIZE WE HAD THAT DISCUSSION ON APRIL FOOL'S DAY.

All I remember is being delirious from lack of sleep and you indulging me by listening to my ravings about a Venom AU for dreamling aND THEN MAKING AN ACTUAL MEME FOR IT!!!

While I don't remember much of what we said that morning, and this meme being perfect for Canon AU also, I will focus my efforts on elaborating on this Venom AU no one had asked for but everybody will be getting!

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"It's not human, but it's given me things no girlfriend ever could."

Hob Gadling is by no means a man who lacks options. He had fucked, and he had fucked a lot. He dated, he had even married once. He did all there is to be done, from casual to serious and yet... nothing comes close to this, to this bond he shares, to this otherworldly creature living within him, sustaining him, enveloping him, devouring him.

"Beloved," Hob says, feeling the instantaneous warming of his chest. Dream, (That is his name.) (Oh, what a lovely name it is.) often responds in such a manner to terms of endearment. He enjoys them more than he would ever care to admit. All the more incentive for Hob to use them as frequently as humanly possible. Which is to say, a lot.

The low frequency rumbling inside of his chest cavity lets him know that Dream is very much aware and chooses to remain silent on the matter. He is so sweet, actually the sweetest creature in the entirety of existence. It's hard to remember a time when he had thought otherwise, a time in which he was actually terrified of the creature that had decided to use his body as a free-ride.

Yes? Dream finally speaks, tired of waiting for Hob to verbalize his thoughts. His voice is a deep thunder inside of Hob's mind, closer to a loud thought than an actual audible sound. An intrusive thought he would never wish to get rid of. Hob. Strict, impatient, amused. He feels like Dream cannot decide if he's more irritated or amused by Hob's wandering thoughts. Speak.

Hob huffs out a laughter, shaking his head and opening his fist in an invitation. The empty spaces between his fingers are soon filled with claw-like ink black fingers. Dream's hand, firm and strong.

"I was just thinking," Hob closes his hand, squeezing Dream's hand in his, feeling the tightening of Dream's hand in turn. "how it's our anniversary tonight" he closes his eyes, thinking of a year ago, miserable and lost and terrified, with nothing in this world left, running into an alien that by all means was supposed to devour him long ago.

Expect for the miraculous part of them being so perfectly matched that Dream decided to preserve him instead. Tend his body, strengthen it, keep it safe. The only price being that he also gets to live in it. See humanity, learn of it, understand it. It's what he told him, however Hob suspects, knows really, that it was something far more personal.

Dream had filled spaces Hob didn't even know he had. Voids so small you don't know them but you ache them. And if Hob does even a fraction of what Dream does to him— well then, there's the reason.

Yes. Dream rambles, pleased. Anniversary, like marriage. the last word is purred so quietly it's almost like it's Hob's own thought.

"Hold your horses," Hob laughs again, cheeks warming up, he's smiling wide enough to ache "I expect to get properly proposed to, who do you think I am? I ain't cheap, you know" he feels a hand brushing his hip bone, an intimate, possessive gesture that sets a shiver down his groin.

Yes, of course. Dream's finger trace's down the 'V' lines, claw gentle but ever present. Not cheap. Proposal. Indeed. Dream is amused again, the cheeky creature is making fun of him, and that, is damn hot.

Whatever response Hob was about to give is swallowed down with a yelp when Dream takes him into his hand. Hob breathes out, mind blanking as the decidedly inhuman hand starts working on him.

Conversations about propriety can wait. After all, this is so much more interesting. Whatever else you can say about dating a formless alien who resides inside of your body, there's undeniable benefits to them literally sharing your own pleasure. Makes for a very good partner indeed.

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Written in one go without editing because if I allow myself even a single more hour of thinking how it needs to be PERFECT I will die LMAO.

Brief explanation of Venom for those who didn't watch it! >> under the cut.

Generally speaking, I would imagine that Dream's initial reason was to study, understand, experience a different existence than his own. He had no regard for human life (still doesn't, not in the way a human would) he was perfectly fine with riding human bodies and living their lives until they expired.

Expect Dream had found Hob, a perfect match, a human body that accepted every single cell of him with open arms, way before Hob even realized he loved Dream, his body had already accepted him.

This can have over-complicated plot, and it could be a simply fun-little au. It can have a "fish-bowl" rescue of reported Hob breaking into the Lab where Dream was being experimented on, and it could be Hob's homeless era when on top of everything else going wrong with his life, he also gotten jumped by an alien symbiote in an alley.

It can be anything you wish to imagine, but bottom line is— imagine the intimacy, the bond, the tenderness of sharing a body with a creature that envelopes you whole, who loves you whole, who cares and wants you whole. Body and Soul and Mind, literally, figuratively, everything.

A bond so close you feel like a single being, bond so close you feel you would die if separated. Hob didn't even know he needed it. Hob thought his life was complete, even if shitty at times, he didn't feel any lackings, and yet..... when Dream came into his life, he realized it was an empty shell compared to what it is.

And Dream, who had never felt a connection, only felt rejection after rejection, and then in the case of the lab-trab, the experiments and cruelty. Being loved and accepted and wanted so fully he betrays his entire species to be with Hob.

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Essentially, Venom is one specimen of a symbiotic life form that finds a host and bonds with it. It's not easy to find a proper host, if the host is not right, the symbiote would slowly devour the body and eventually kill the human. In the comics canon, a human named Eddie and Venom form a bond, eventually fall in love, and share a very intimate relationship. It's a VERY half-assed explanation, but basically, the symbiote literally lives inside of the human host, and it makes for some......fun dynamics. considering it's a literal alien.

#I will NOT be rereading it so unless I made some horrid mistake it IS WHAT IT IS #it's been in my inbox longer than it should have gavregbaet but i couldn't just 'post it' with a LOL and that's it! I haD TO ELABORARE.#thanks for the MEME it's pefECT !!!#dreamling #the sandman #dreamling venom au #I GUESs?#buns.w #buns.all #cuubism #msg

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Mine and Yours (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]

Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for a while when he calls you something that shakes you to your core

Warnings: 18+ minors do not test me, allusions to sex and nudity, anxiety, emotional baggage, slight angst with a nice fluffy ending

Reading Time: 7 minutes

Author's Note: i'm writing about my own problems again. please ignore me <3

suggested listening: wild love (acoustic) by james bay

Eddie's apartment is as familiar to you as your own. The way the cupboard over his tiny, unused oven sticks when you try to open it; the way the sliding door to the hall closet isn't quite on its hinges. How long it takes the bathroom tap to actually get warm; where in the medicine cabinet he keeps ibuprofen. The draft in his bedroom that makes you huddle closer to him at night. The way the street light outside the window hits your eyes in just the right spot that you prefer to sleep with your face hidden in his chest. The sound of his bed creaking with every little shift of your bodies atop it.

You have no right feeling so at home in the apartment of a man you're pretty sure only keeps you around for sex.

Even so, it's nice with him. He's warm and tender on the nights you're together, and can make you laugh without effort. He's a comfort - no matter how limited his comfort may be.

This morning, you're woken by the shrill ring of the phone on his kitchen wall. Eddie groans as he rolls over, clearly not enthused by the unceremonious end to last night's debauch pleasure. His legs are still entwined with yours, his naked chest pressed flush to your equally as naked back. He leaves you reluctantly, with a sloppy kiss to the crook of your neck.

"Keep the sheets warm, baby," he grumbles.

The stubble on his chin, the gravel in his voice give you shivers. You want him to crawl back in; to lay his body into you in the rolling, lazy way you crave during intimate mornings in his bed. You love his morning sex. You miss his heat and weight when it disappears.

Ignoring his orders, you follow him into the kitchen. He's already lit up a cigarette, smoke seeping from between his lips as he listens to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. His bare back is totally exposed to you, all sharp shoulder blades and black ink and curving buttocks and thick, cascading curls. Your arms snake around his waist and he melts into your touch, one hand reaching to clasp yours and raise it to his lips while he shoulders the receiver.

"Yeah... yeah... Nah, man, it's cool, you can swing by. My girlfriend's over but we're both up anyway... Okay, sweet. See ya, man."

He sighs heavily as he hangs up, stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.

"That was Jeff," he informs you. "On a time crunch so he's coming over in an hour to pick up some amps for our next gig. Which unfortunately means we have to get dressed. But the good news we're up early enough for a big fat McDonald's breakfast, my treat."

He turns to you with a playful little smirk, which falls immediately once he sees your face; the pale, grave expression that wrinkles it.

"Baby?" he questions. His hands reach up to cup your face, and it's all you can do to keep from flinching away from the tentative gesture. "What's wrong? You okay?"

"Your girlfriend," you echo. "You... You said your girlfriend was over... Is... Is that... Did you mean me?"

Eddie blinks. What did you just ask him?

"... Yes," he answers slowly, annunciating the syllable as if you're just learning what it means. "You. The pretty woman standing naked in my kitchen right now. Who I share a bed with four times a week. Who lets me cuff her to my headboard and use her pussy like I own it. That is you, isn't it?"

You respond with a careful nod. Yes, that definitely sounds like you. So why are you having such a hard time claiming the title?

"I thought we were just... having sex," you explain. "You never... asked me on a date or anything..."

He backs up, holding his hands out and shaking his head - his entire body - in bewilderment. Once he comes back to his senses, his palms fall onto your shoulders, his fingers rubbing tender circles into your flesh. His moony brown eyes have gone wider than normal, brows drooping and making him look weepy. His plump lower lip juts out in genuine sadness.

"Sweetheart," he wonders, "all the times I took you to dinner, and the movies, and invited you to my shows... You didn't think those were dates?"

You shake your head.

"No," you meekly admit. "I thought... I thought you were just being nice. Because you felt obligated... or something..."

"Oh, babygirl..."

He folds you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he gently starts to sway back and forth. His palm strokes lovingly over the back of your head while his lips find the crown of your skull, pressing a kiss there. You stiffen only for a split second before molding your body to his, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Finally allowing yourself to savor the safety of his embrace.

"What happened, cherub?" he asks. "Who did this to you?"

You sniff, eyes burning as you start to weep.

"I've just been with... a lot of awful guys," you choke out. "Any time they were nice to me... treated me well... they never really meant it. It was all to get something out of me. I'd get used to it and think they would stick around and then they'd just... push me away. Or disappear. So I learned to stop trusting it."

Eddie sighs, laying his cheek against the top of your head. He hugs you tight, crushing you into his chest as if to remind you that he's still there - that he's not going anywhere.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs. "You didn't deserve any of that shit. You're so much better than that. And those assholes probably saw that and bailed because they knew they weren't good enough. Fuck, I'm probably not good enough if you didn't even know you're my fucking girlfriend."

You pull away at the disappointment in his voice, looking up at him and meeting his furrowed, sorrowful eyes. You fervently shake your head, giving his sides a firm squeeze.

"No, Eddie, no," you whimper. "You're perfect. Please don't ever tell yourself you're not good enough for me. You're everything I've ever wanted. What those guys did to me has nothing to do with you."

He brings you back in, laying a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His hands cup your face. His hips press firm against yours. He smells like sex, and sweat, and the sweetness that just naturally lingers on his skin. He's soft, and he's warm, and he's so fiercely steady with you even though you know it terrifies him. He's safe. He's home.

"I love you," he whispers. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know that I love you and I'm here. Yeah? I'm right fucking here. And I plan on fucking staying."

You nod, believing. He wipes at your tears with his thumbs and presses his lips between your eyebrows, undoing the knot that's formed there. He holds you like that for several minutes, just letting you feel him there with you. He only moves when there's a knock on his door.

"We gotta move, cherub," he coaxes. "Go get dressed, yeah? We'll get some breakfast then I promise, I'm gonna spend the entire day holding you."

You smile, lips wobbling for better reasons now.

"Okay," you agree. "I... I love you, Eddie. I love you."

When he eventually returns to bed, he finds you wrapped in one of his flannel shirts and his heart cracks wide open. He's certain you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"There's my girl," he greets you, curling up under the sheets beside you once more. "My gorgeous, incredible girl..."

His lips find your neck, laying a trail of kisses up and down it, his chest falling flush to your back. You melt into him, no longer fighting the exhaustion of sadness and relief. You'll sleep better in his arms.

"Eddie," you drawl, lips loose in your tired haze. "Eddie... Are you mine?"

"All yours, sweetheart," he assures you without hesitation. "All yours."

#eddie munson #muerta's works #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x you fluff

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SFW Alphabet - Miles "Spider" Socorro

A/N -> This template isn't mine, I don't remember where I found it so if it's yours don't hesitate to tell me so I can credit you.

-> I didn't find an appropriate gif, I will come back to it later.

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Miles admires his partner for their intelligence, creativity, and kindness. He is constantly impressed by their ability to think outside the box and come up with innovative solutions to problems, and he loves how they always seem to have a positive outlook on life. Miles also admires the way his partner is always willing to help others and put others' needs before their own, and he finds this trait to be incredibly attractive and endearing.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Miles is particularly drawn to his partner's bright, sparkling eyes and the way they seem to light up whenever you smile. He finds them to be incredibly attractive and loves to gaze into them whenever he gets the chance. Miles also admires his partner's long, flowing hair and the way it cascades over their shoulders like a waterfall. He finds it to be incredibly beautiful and loves to run his fingers through it whenever he can. Overall, Miles is just smitten with his partner's entire body and finds every aspect of it to be beautiful and desirable.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Miles loves to cuddle his partner and finds it to be a very intimate and special way to bond. He particularly enjoys cuddling when they are just relaxing, as it helps him feel close and connected to his partner. Miles is very affectionate and loves to hug, and snuggle with his partner whenever he can. He also finds it soothing to stroke their hair or runs his fingers over their skin, and he loves the feeling of their bodies pressed close together. Miles feels most at peace and content when he is cuddled up with his partner, and he cherishes these moments of intimacy and connection.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Miles's ideal date with the person he is in love with would involve exploring Pandora's beautiful natural surroundings and spending time in the sacred Tree of Souls.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Miles is very expressive with his partner, and is always willing to open up about his feelings and emotions. He also listens attentively when his partner talks about their own feelings.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Miles and his partner have talked about starting a family in the future, and both agree that they want to have children someday.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Miles is not particularly into gift-giving, but he does appreciate small, thoughtful gestures from his partner, such as a handmade necklace or a favorite plant.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

Miles loves to hold hands with his partner and finds it to be a very intimate and special gesture. He especially enjoys holding hands while they are out walking or exploring Pandora's beautiful natural surroundings. Miles is very affectionate and loves to show his partner physical affection whenever he can.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

If Miles’s partner were to get hurt, he would be very concerned and would do everything he could to help them, whether that means getting them medical attention or just being there for emotional support.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Miles is not much of a prankster, but he does enjoy teasing his partner in a playful way, such as pretending to sneak up on them and then making a silly face.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Miles likes to give his partner soft, gentle kisses on the lips, but he also enjoys trying out different styles of kissing, such as butterfly kisses or Eskimo kisses.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Miles shows his partner that he loves them by being attentive and supportive, and by always being there for them when they need him. He also makes an effort to show his love through small acts of kindness, such as making them breakfast or bringing them their favorite flowers.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Miles's favorite memory with his partner is the time they spent a day exploring Pandora's beautiful forests and waterfalls. They hiked to a secluded waterfall and spent the day swimming and picnicking in the cool, clear water.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Miles's worst fear is losing his partner or someone he cares about, or not being able to protect them when they are in danger.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

One quirk Miles has is that he is a bit of a night owl and tends to stay up late even when he has to wake up early the next day. He finds that he is most productive and creative at night, and he loves the quiet and solitude that comes with being up late. Miles has always been this way, and his partner must learn to accept it. However, Miles does try to be mindful of his person's sleep schedule and will make an effort to be quiet and not disturb them if they are already asleep.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Miles likes to call his partner "my sunshine" because they bring light and happiness into his life. He finds that this pet name perfectly captures the warmth and joy that the person he is in love with brings into his life, and he loves to use it as a way to show his affection and appreciation.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Miles likes to spend quality time with his partner by doing activities together that they both enjoy, such as hiking or exploring Pandora's natural beauty. He also enjoys just spending time together talking and laughing.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

The song that reminds Miles of his partner is "At Last" by Etta James because it perfectly captures the depth and intensity of their love.

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Miles is generally open with his partner and shares most things with them, but there are some things he keeps private out of respect for their feelings, such as certain personal details or embarrassing moments from his past.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

They met when they were both still very young and were drawn to each other from the moment they saw each other. Miles was captivated by his partner's bright, curious eyes and their kind, compassionate nature, and he knew from the start that they were meant to be together.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

When Miles’s partner is upset, he is very empathetic and tries to comfort them by listening and offering support. He also makes an effort to understand their perspective and validate their feelings.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Miles is extremely proud of his partner and all that they have accomplished. He loves to show them off to his friends and family and is always talking about their amazing talents and accomplishments. Miles values his partner's opinion and takes their feelings into consideration when making important decisions. He also loves to support his partner in whatever endeavors they pursue and is always cheering them on. Miles is confident and secure in his relationship with his partner and is not at all threatened by their success or attention from others.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Miles is a warrior at heart and is always ready to defend his loved ones if necessary. He is confident in his own strength and skills and is not afraid to stand up for what he believes in.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Miles is very good at reading his partner's emotions and can usually tell when something is bothering them. He is also skilled at picking up on subtle cues and nonverbal communication, which helps him understand how they are feeling.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

If Miles were to propose to his partner, he would probably do it in a private, romantic setting, such as at sunset or under the stars. He would plan the moment carefully and make sure everything was perfect, and he would probably write a heartfelt speech to express his love and commitment.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Miles feels most calm when he is spending time with his partner, whether they are doing something active or just relaxing at home. He also feels calm when he is surrounded by nature and can escape from the stresses of everyday life.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar imagines #miles socorro #spider #miles “spider” socorro #miles quaritch #spider socorro #avatar alphabet #avatar headcanons #jake sully

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tenshijhnny · 11 months

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Pairing - Doyoung x Virgin!Fem!Reader

Synopsis - Doyoung is your first time

Genre - romance x first time x smut

WC - 821

Warnings - first time ; no trust issues omg ; doyoung is a big boy !!

Doyoung was a kind-hearted and understanding person, always striving to make others feel comfortable and cared for. He had recently started dating a wonderful woman: you. From the moment he met you, he could sense a genuine connection and a deep understanding between the two of you. As your relationship blossomed, Doyoung quickly realized that you were someone special, someone he wanted to cherish and protect.

You, on the other hand, were a woman who had consciously chosen to wait for the right person before sharing the intimate aspects of a physical relationship. It was a decision you made based on your values and beliefs. As your relationship with Doyoung progressed, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness about taking that next step.

Doyoung, being perceptive and considerate, noticed your apprehension and knew that it was important for him to be patient and understanding. He wanted to create an environment where you felt safe, respected, and entirely at ease. His love for you went beyond physical desires; he wanted to build a foundation of trust and emotional intimacy before exploring the physical aspects of your relationship.

Doyoung made it a priority to have open and honest conversations with you, where he genuinely listened to your thoughts, fears, and desires. He assured you that he respected your decision to wait and that he would never pressure you into anything you weren't ready for.

- Hey baby, take your time. I promise it is okay for me to wait after you.

His words were always filled with genuine care and support, making it clear that he was there for you every step of the way.

He would often surprise you with small gestures to make you feel more comfortable and cherished. Whether it was planning romantic dates or simply holding your hand during moments of vulnerability, Doyoung went out of his way to let you know that your emotional well-being was his top priority.

One evening, after a lovely dinner, Doyoung took you on a moonlit stroll through a serene park. The gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and the stars twinkled in the night sky. It was a perfect setting for a heart-to-heart conversation. He gently held your hand as you walked, his touch conveying both warmth and reassurance.

- I'm really afraid that it will change our relationship you know..

As you shared your thoughts and concerns, Doyoung listened attentively, his eyes filled with understanding. He reaffirmed his commitment to you, emphasizing that he cherished your emotional connection above all else. He wanted you to know that your decision to wait was respected and that he was ready to wait for as long as you needed.

With each passing day, Doyoung continued to prove himself as someone you could trust and rely on. He never pushed your boundaries or made you feel uncomfortable. Instead, he focused on building a strong emotional bond, fostering a love that went beyond physical desires.

As time went on, the walls around your heart began to crumble, and you started to feel more at ease with the idea of exploring physical intimacy with Doyoung. The foundation of trust and emotional connection you had built together gave you the confidence to take that step forward.

When the time finally came for the two of you to share this special moment, Doyoung made sure that everything was focused on your comfort and pleasure.

- Thank you for finally offering yourself to me.

While kissing your lower abdomen, he comes to gently lick your thighs, while moaning with pleasure. Doyoung straightened up suddenly to take off his shirt and through his stocking you could already see his erection.

- May I? he said, looking at your womanhood.

You nod your head positively and Doyoung rushes to kiss your pussy before sliding his tongue in slowly. You moan due to this new sensation and believe me, it doesn't leave your boyfriend indifferent, on the contrary. A little later you finally feel ready to welcome him and his erection now ready to explode. He understands this and hurries to put on a condom. He came in slowly, constantly checking in with you to make sure you were ready and enjoying the experience. His actions were guided by love, respect and a deep understanding of your desires.

Together, you navigated the uncharted waters of physical intimacy, and Doyoung continued to put your needs and emotions first. He created an environment where you could fully express yourself, free from judgment or pressure. With each new experience, your bond grew stronger, as did your trust in Doyoung's unwavering commitment to your well-being.

After a one last hard thrust, signing his orgasm shortly after yours, he pulls out and goes to throw the condom like a big boy.

- Thank you Doyoung, it was as I wanted.

- Everything for the future mother of my children, all this while kissing your forehead

hope you like it

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ceruleancattail · 1 year

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Yay! Open requests :D may I request octavinelle, but this time reader is THEIR butler instead? I was thinking of an efficient, eye-brow raising, maybe a lil smidgen joke-snarky butler, who is still caring none-the-less, but! wherever your ideas take you personality-wise, i am totally on board! :)) Thank you for everything you write! It's always a joy to see you on the dash :) hope you're having a good day <33

ANON. ANON. YOU’RE ONTO SOMETHING.

I AM LISTENING.

Holy shit this is good food my goodness-

AND YOU’RE SO SWEET THANK YOU Q W Q I’M GLAD I COULD BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY!

I’ll split this into three parts,because I have to pace myself. I have horrible stamina, especially when writting. Hope you don’t mind!

Octavinelle, with a butler!

Part one:

Azul x Butler reader

General neutral reader, but I use butler to describe their job. (Is there a gender-neutral term for butler/maid? Help-)

There’s something to be said, working for the House of Octavinelle.

You always have a underlying sense of unease, treading through its winding halls. Your feet heavy under you, pressing deep into the carpets. These feelings are rather irrational, especially for a butler.

Your duty is to serve. Anything else is irrelevant.

Although those feelings aren’t that unfounded.

You stop in front of a oaken door. Hand hovering over the silver doorknob, a slight chill running through your palm. A premonition of what was to come?

Nonsense. Sheer nonsense. Your masters may be… unique, but they have never done anything to harm you.

Yet.

Pushing open the door, you keep your head bowed tactfully.

“You called, Master Ashengrotto?”

A chair swivels around, a blur of motion. Light grey pupils peer at you behind a pair of crystal clear lenses. Curls of silver run down the left side of his face, swaying with his every movement. He was wearing a shirt , however, the tie seemed to be loosened for comfort. His blazer was hung behind his chair, casting quite the imposing shadow over the room.

Azul Ashengrotto. Head of the family.

“Ah, you’re here.” He runs a hand through his hair, knocking his glasses askew. You sigh, before reaching for his face, adjusting his frames for him. Fingers reaching for the back of Azul’s ears, pressing the glasses in place.

You pull back, taking your spot at the front of the table once more. A light pink dusted his cheeks. Perhaps from the heat. You’ll have to ventilate this room well later.

“You called, did you not?”

Azul’s hands raise up in a gesture of surrender.

“So I did.”

You straighten your back , tilting your head slightly. Prompting him to spit out whatever he had on his mind. Time was rather precious, both to him and you.

A moment of silence, before you spoke up.

“Might I inquire why you require my presence?”

A laugh, tinged with an underlying melancholy. Bitter, hidden behind a facade of amusement.

“Does there always have to have a problem for me to wish for your presence?”

An raised eyebrow, you stare at him.

“What else would you require me for then?”

Rising from his chair, Azul takes hold of your hands. Clutching them tight, his fingers creep into yours. Intertwining with your gloved fingers, a shockingly intimate gesture.

“Is it so hard to think that I simply miss you, my dear?”

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muteshortgirl · 11 months

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Them On A Date

Shinobu Kocho- Stargazing

Meeting Point: Shinobu would suggest meeting at a serene and picturesque location, perhaps a beautiful garden or a tranquil tea house. She would appreciate the serene atmosphere and natural beauty that allows for a peaceful and intimate conversation.

Initial Interaction: When you arrive, Shinobu would greet you with a warm smile, her vibrant eyes sparkling with genuine affection. She would be dressed in an elegant kimono, showcasing her traditional style and grace. Shinobu would engage in light-hearted banter, teasing you playfully while maintaining her gentle demeanor.

Activity: Shinobu's love for nature and peaceful atmosphere would be evident during the date. She would propose a visit to the butterfly mansions garden or a botanical garden, where she could share her knowledge about various plant species and watch the intricate beauty of butterflies together.

Conversations: Over tea or a meal, Shinobu would initiate conversations with you, showing genuine interest in your thoughts, dreams, and experiences. She would listen attentively, occasionally interjecting with her own witty remarks and charming anecdotes. Shinobu's ability to find joy in the smallest of things would encourage you to open up and appreciate the beauty of life.

Playful Antics: Shinobu's playful nature would emerge throughout the date, surprising you with unexpected pranks or lighthearted teasing, playfully recreate some of her swordsmanship techniques, all while ensuring you feel comfortable and safe in her presence.

Quiet Moments: As the day progresses, Shinobu would appreciate moments of tranquility, enjoying the peaceful silence with you. She might lead you to a hidden spot in the garden or a secluded area with a breathtaking view, where you could sit together and share a quiet conversation or simply appreciate each other's company.

Affectionate Gestures: Shinobu would express her affection subtly yet sincerely. She might gently take your hand, interlacing your fingers, or brush a strand of hair away from your face with utmost tenderness. Shinobu's gentle touch would convey her emotions, allowing you to feel cherished and cared for.

Farewell: As the day comes to an end, Shinobu would express her gratitude for the wonderful time spent together. She would walk you back to your starting point, her steps light and graceful. Shinobu would bid you farewell with a soft smile, promising to meet again soon, and leaving you with a sense of warmth and longing for the next encounter.

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Underneath the vast expanse of the night sky, Shinobu Kocho and you found yourselves stargazing in a secluded meadow. The air was crisp, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of nearby trees. You lay side by side on a comfortable blanket, your eyes locked on the shimmering stars above.

Shinobu's fingers intertwined with yours, your hands resting gently on the blanket. A mischievous smile graced Shinobu's lips as she glanced at you. "You know," she began in her soft, melodic voice, "the stars remind me of us."

You turned to her, your curiosity piqued. "How so, Shinobu?"

"Well," Shinobu started, her gaze returning to the celestial display above, "each star holds its own brilliance and beauty, just like each individual person. And when they come together, they form constellations, each with its own story."

She pointed up to the sky, tracing an invisible line between the stars. "See that constellation? It resembles a butterfly. It's said to symbolize transformation and growth. It reminds me of how we've grown together."

You followed Shinobu's gesture, your eyes tracing the invisible lines she drew in the sky. "It's fascinating how the stars can tell stories and capture emotions," you remarked, your voice filled with awe.

Shinobu chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, they do. But I must say, the real beauty lies in the conversations we have while gazing at them. The stars merely provide a backdrop for us to create our own stories."

A playful glint danced in Shinobu's eyes as she continued, her tone filled with lightheartedness. "So,Y/n, if you were a star, which one would you be?"

You pondered for a moment, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Hmm, I would like to be a shooting star," you answered, your voice tinged with excitement. "Always on the move, bringing moments of wonder and surprise."

Shinobu's laughter rang out, delicate and melodious. "Oh, how fitting! Just like you, always keeping me on my toes with your joyful spirit."

As you shared laughter and playful banter, the conversation shifted to the stars themselves. Shinobu's knowledge of astronomy and folklore intertwined seamlessly, as she regaled you with stories of ancient myths and legends associated with different constellations.

Wrapped in the enchantment of the night sky, Shinobu and you exchanged whispers, your words mingling with the rustling leaves and the distant chirping of crickets. You reveled in each other's company, cherishing the intimacy of the moment.

As the night grew darker and the stars sparkled brighter, Shinobu leaned closer to you, her voice becoming a soft murmur. "Thank you for being here with me, Y/n. This night, this moment... they mean the world to me."

You turned your gaze toward Shinobu, your eyes shimmering with affection. "And I am grateful to share this moment with you. Your presence brings happiness and light to my life."

Their hands tightened their grip, the connection between them solidifying beneath the vast canvas of the night sky. In that tranquil moment, surrounded by stars and their shared laughter, Shinobu and you found happiness in the embrace of their love, vowing to create their own constellations in the universe of their hearts.

Kanao Tsuyuri- Petals

Reserved and Observant: Kanao would initially maintain her reserved demeanor but would gradually become more comfortable as the date progresses. She would carefully observe your reactions and expressions, making an effort to understand your preferences and desires.

Thoughtful and Considerate: Kanao would go out of her way to ensure you feel comfortable and valued. She would pay attention to your needs, making thoughtful gestures such as getting your favorite food or offering assistance when required.

Gentle Affection: While Kanao may struggle with expressing her emotions, she would find ways to show her affection. This might include small, tender touches like holding hands or a gentle caress on the arm. These gestures would communicate her feelings of care and love.

Shared Silence: As someone who values silence, Kanao might appreciate quiet moments with you. Rather than filling the air with constant conversation, she would be content in the presence of you, enjoying your shared company and finding comfort in the tranquility of the moment.

Beneath the captivating embrace of a blossoming cherry tree, Kanao and you sat on a weathered wooden bench, ensconced in a delicate shower of petals drifting down around them. Kanao's eyes met yours, reflecting both warmth and a trace of nervous anticipation.

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As the comfortable silence enveloped you, you leaned in and whispered, "Today, you look very pretty."

A faint blush tinted Kanao's cheeks, her gaze looked at the ground escaping yours. "Thank you. There's something enchanting about the cherry blossoms, isn't there?"

A deep admiration resonated in your voice as you replied, "Undoubtedly, they possess a magical aura. Yet, it is your presence that makes it truly special."

Kanao's reserved demeanor began to melt away, and a gentle smile began to dance at the corners of her lips. She inched closer, their shoulders brushing ever so softly.

"You have a remarkable way of putting my heart at ease," Kanao confessed, her voice a tender and genuine whisper.

Your fingertips delicately intertwined with Kanao's, their touch speaking volumes. "It's because your presence brings a profound sense of joy to my life. With you, everything falls into place."

A soft breeze whispered through the cherry blossom branches above, lending a poetic backdrop to their heartfelt conversation. The ambiance felt serene and intimate, as though the world had faded into the background, leaving only the two of them.

As twilight bestowed its ethereal hues upon the sky, Kanao guided you to a secluded lakeside, where the water shimmered in the fading light. Settling onto the grass, your gazes became captivated by the tranquil expanse before you, lost in a world of your own.

Turning towards you, Kanao's eyes shimmered with profound gratitude. "I want to thank you for accepting me exactly as I am. Your love has surpassed anything I've ever known."

"No words can capture the depth of my feelings for you, Kanao. It is beyond measure to find my ending of love for you. Your strength, gentleness, and unwavering determination continue to inspire me every single day."

A single tear welled up in the corner of Kanao's eye, and she sought solace in the warmth of your embrace. Your arms enveloped her, offering comfort and reassurance in that sacred moment.

Kanao's voice carried a hint of sadness as she confided, "I used to believe that my reserved nature would forever isolate me. You have unlocked a part of me I never knew existed."

Touched by her vulnerability, you pressed a tender kiss upon Kanao's forehead. "Never doubt the power of your true self, Kanao. I love you unconditionally, just as you are and always will."

As the stars began their nightly dance, casting a celestial glow upon the world, Kanao found solace and happiness in the refuge of your embrace, where love and acceptance flourished.

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dontyouworrydaddy · 11 months

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I‘ll catch you if you fall

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem! reader

summary: Kyle sees that you struggle too and tries to show you how much he loves you.

warning: none

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You wake up in your shared apartment, the morning sunlight gently streaming through the curtains. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you notice a note on the bedside table. It's from Kyle, your boyfriend, and it reads "Good morning, my beautiful girl. Breakfast is waiting for you in the kitchen. Can't wait to see your smile. Love, Kyle."

You smile at his sweet gesture and make your way to the kitchen. There, you find a beautifully prepared breakfast spread, complete with your favorite dishes. Kyle stands by the stove, wearing a cozy apron and a beaming smile. He wraps his arms around you and whispers, "Good morning, my love. I hope this brings a little joy to your day."

Throughout breakfast, Kyle showers you with compliments, telling you how beautiful and amazing you are. He listens attentively as you share your thoughts and feelings, making sure you feel heard and understood. Today, he has planned a surprise outing for you, a picnic in the park. He knows how much you love nature and how it helps calm your mind.

You arrive at the park, and Kyle spreads out a soft blanket under a shady tree. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling soothes your soul. He pulls out a basket filled with delicious sandwiches, fruits, and your favorite snacks. As you enjoy the picnic, he talks about his own struggles with mental health and how it's important to support each other.

With a gentle touch, Kyle takes your hand and says, "You know Y/N, you inspire me every day. Your strength and resilience amaze me. I want you to know that I'm here for you, through the good and the bad. You don't have to face your struggles alone."

He surprises you with tickets to a comedy show, knowing that laughter is the best medicine. As you sit in the theater, holding hands, you find yourself laughing uncontrollably, forgetting about your worries for a while. Kyle's infectious laughter fills the air, and you feel a warmth in your heart that reminds you of how fortunate you are to have him by your side.

Afterwards, Kyle takes you for a walk along the waterfront, hand in hand. The sound of waves crashing against the rocks creates a serene backdrop. He stops, facing you, and looks into your eyes. "You are the most beautiful person, inside and out. I want you to remember that, especially on the tough days. You mean the world to me, and I love you more than words can express." after saying that you two shared a long and passionate kiss. A kiss that melts your heart.

As the sun begins to set, Kyle surprises you with a candlelit dinner at your favorite restaurant. The atmosphere is intimate, and the soft music playing in the background sets a romantic tone. He holds your hand across the table, expressing his love and admiration for you. The evening is filled with laughter, shared dreams, and the promise of a future together.

Finally, as you return home, Kyle wraps you in a warm embrace, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He gently brushes your hair away and says, "Remember, my love, I'm here for you, always. Together, we'll face any challenges that come our way. You are not alone in this journey."

With tears of gratitude and love in your eyes, you kiss him tenderly. In that moment, you realize how lucky you are to have found someone who not only understands your struggles but actively works to support and uplift you. With Kyle by your side, you feel stronger, more loved, and more capable of conquering any obstacles that life throws your way.

And so, as you lay in bed that night, wrapped in Kyle's comforting arms, you drift off to sleep, knowing that you are loved, cherished, and supported beyond measure.

You’re so thankful to have him in your life.

And he is thankful to have you in his life.

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