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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 months ago

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Love Always, Your Best 🥀 (Eren x Black!F!Reader 18+ V-Day One Shot)

“Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why.

Pairing: Toxic Ex!Eren Jaeger x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which the person you loath most in this world and the best lover you’ve ever had, your very toxic ex-boyfriend Eren, suddenly shows up out of the blue one random night at the same restaurant you happen to be at with your new man on Valentine’s Day. He is newly single and on his bullshit. Unfortunately for you, that means he’ll stop at nothing to remind you of how his bedroom skills make up for his lack of relationship skills….hopefully.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Possessive & Obsessive!Eren; Sexual Tension; Alcohol & Marijuana Use; Drunk/High Sex; Dubcon/R*pe; Coercion; Cheating; MDom!Eren x fsub!Reader; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Messy Pussy-Eating; Doggystyle; Mating Press; Eren Got A Big Ol' Dick; Tattoos & Piercings Kink; (a little) Plug!Eren; Dirty Talk; Reader Cums 3x; Daddy Kink; Cum-Drunk!Reader; Eren Dickmatizes You; Dumbification; Cumshot; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: MY FIRST EREN FIC!!! EVERYBODY GET UP & CLAP!!! This is some very nasty, manipulative, lowdown, dirty, toxic sh!t as a warning. Something about Eren being a total dick is kinda hot to me lol. Enjoy!! 😘😘 -Jazz

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‘Oh, no,’ you think. The only thought you’ve had since you laid eyes on him seconds before.

Out of all of the places you would think of running into him, you never thought it would be here on this day of all days.

Your ex. Sitting at the bar. And not just any ex: your very toxic ex whom you broke up with five years ago because of his said ‘toxicity’. He is also the man you used to be head over heels for. Like completely head-in-the-clouds, singing-in-the-mirror in love with this man who happens to be the most obsessive, jealous, and emotionally unavailable man you have ever met.

And unfortunately for you, also the man who gave you the best dick you have ever had in your life.

As soon as you see him sitting at the bar nursing a Gin & Tonic, his veiny hand adorned with rings and ink that he always thought looked so much better wrapped around your neck, it is like being smacked dead in the face. Every one of the features that you adored–his shoulder-length black hair; his angular side profile; the piercings glittering in his ears, pink bottom lip, and right eyebrow–is like being shell-shocked over and over again.

“Oh, my God,” you blurt. You cannot stop yourself from saying it as you sit four tables away from him in the expensive restaurant you both occupy. The decor is adorned with red, pink, and white flowers, fine white tablecloths, and hanging lamps that glow a dim, romantic red for Valentine’s Day. You wore your favorite slim, sexy red dress for the occasion, but right now, you feel anything but sexy.

Your date and long-term boyfriend looks up from his menu, his forest-green eyes etched in concern. “What? What’s wrong?”

He, too, wore his Valentine’s Day best–a red sweater paired with an Armani blazer, designer slacks, and red bottom shoes. His hair, black and curly, is slicked back to show off his handsome features fit for a model…or a male nurse. Kaido is well-wanted at his job by almost every woman working in his hospital due to his dashing good looks and body worthy of drooling over, but as far as you’re concerned, he is tied down to you.

“O-Oh, nothing!” you immediately squeak, nervously laughing it off. Quickly, you come up with a lie to avoid explaining to Kaido about your ex whom you never told him about. “Sorry, I just saw a coworker and I can’t believe he’s here. He’s always an asshole to me.” You giggle again, hoping that this will help make things light, easy, and not at all awkward even though your body feels like it’s in fight or flight mode.

But it has the opposite effect. Immediately, Kaido begins looking around for him. “Really? Where is he? Maybe he needs to meet me.” You resist the urge to lurch across the table and cover his eyes. “No, no, Kaido, don’t! He’s an asshole to everyone.”

Kaido tuts, angrily taking a sip of the complimentary champagne you were given prior to sitting down before getting up, causing his chair to skid across the floor. The old couple sitting behind him stares at him in irritation. “Well, nobody treats my girl like that. You both work together, so—“

“Kaido, please stop,” you quietly huff, flushing with embarrassment. “You always do this.” Your boyfriend stares at you, alarmed. “Always do what?”

“Try to prove yourself to me,” you answer, irritation evident in your tone. “You don’t have to go out of your way to do that all the time.” You know it isn’t fair to get upset with him. It isn’t his fault that your ex-boyfriend has left you so shaken.

Kaido, still standing, scowls at you, offended. “So you’re mad because I want to defend you and be a good boyfriend to you?”

“No, that’s not…” Your words die in your throat, your heart pounding furiously in your chest. Now you feel horrible though there aren’t lies in your statement. Since you’ve been dating for over two years, Kaido has always gone out of his way to prove to you and himself that he is a great partner, somehow upping the last thing every single time.

Expensive gifts that you feel obligated to take. Romantic dates that you feel guilty for him taking you on. Constant phone calls and text messages that you often find yourself getting tired of receiving. You feel horrible for all of it because Kaido is such a sweet man. You couldn’t ask for anything more…could you?

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, moving your hand across the table to grab his. “I don’t wanna fight. I just don’t want to ruin tonight with bullshit like….him.” Your eyes flit across the room at Eren who licks the contents of his drink off of his upper lip, his tongue ring glinting in the dim, red light. The venom in your tone is evident.

Kaido’s eyes soften and he interlaces your fingers. “I’m sorry too. I just love you, Y/N, y’know?” He gives you a smile that is so adoring that it pains you. “I really do.”

You feel that familiar lump at the mention of the L-word fill your throat, making it hard to even smile. “I—“

“And here are your drinks!” The waitress has returned with your drinks, acting as an angel who has come to save you in your hour of need. “A Moscow Mule and a glass of our finest wine.” She lowers your Moscato down in front of you, crisp and ready to be consumed. “Are you ready to order?” she asks, taking her notepad out.

“Yes!” you immediately chirp, digging into your menu for appetizers and a main course. It is the perfect distraction from having to lie to Kaido and say “I love you”.

Though you and Kaido have been together for two years, first meeting when you came in for nausea pills after a stomach flu, you haven’t said the L-word to him yet. He said it last year after he took you to your city’s annual Christmas lights festival and confessed under the most beautiful blue and white lights you’ve seen in your life. It was magical. It was romantic. It was the absolute wrong time.

“You don’t have to say it back yet,” he said, noticing your saddened and guilty expression. “Just tell me when you’re ready.” But you haven’t been ready for over two years now. And you’re not sure if you ever will. You care so deeply for Kaido, but you don’t think you’re in love with him. You can’t see him in your life forever the way you should.

Not like a certain someone. After you order your food, Kaido is busy putting in his order when you take a sip of your Moscato. You already had a glass of champagne, so maybe more alcohol isn’t a good idea because your eyes begin trailing. And they trail right over to Eren.

He looks so different yet the same. It is an odd mixture, but regardless, he still gives you the same butterflies that feel so new to you. You don’t think you even got butterflies when you first started dating Kaido. They are the same stupid, annoying, fluttery tingles that you got when you met Eren for the first time.

And then he turns and looks at you. Those intoxicating, enchanting, sinful teal eyes lock onto yours from across the restaurant. And instantly, you are taken back to five years ago when it was just him and you, and nothing else.

You were young and naive as one is during their first year of college. You were overworked and underpaid at your little part-time job to pay for school, so your friend introduced you to her plug. She walked you to Eren’s dorm where he answered his door in nothing but gray sweats with Paramore blasting in the background. He had less tattoos then, but was still everything your parents didn’t like: cool, aloof, didn’t give a single fuck, and sold weed to put himself through college and fund his tattoo business.

“Hey, Eren!” your friend greeted. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s looking to buy a dime bag.” Her plug took one lazy look at you, his eyes rolling up your body, and you felt supremely exposed in your thin cardigan and hip-hugging jeans. As if noticing he got you, he smiled his award-winning Eren smile. “Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, his voice silky. “Lemme get you two a drink.”

After that day, he was in your phone as your personal weed plug. The more you started visiting his dorm and the more he showed up at yours delivering personal baggies of weed, the more you got to know each other. It didn’t take long for the attraction to bloom and soon, you were falling hard for the boy.

He was your first love. The one you wanted to be with forever. You felt so safe in his arms, snuggled up in his dorm during free periods, catching the smoke rings he would make with his mouth between your lips. He gave you your first tattoo–a tiny heart between your breasts. “So I’m there forever,” he whispered, kissing you gently as he laid numbing cream on the fresh tattoo.

Eren was always has good of a dick plug as he was a weed plug and tattoo artist. He gave you the best sex you’ve ever had in your life. There were plenty times you skipped classes to get put into his mattress instead, filling his walls with the sound of your moans and the headboard knocking against the wall. When you broke up, your nights were filled with endless fantasies of his long, fat dick in your mouth and filling up your aching pussy, making you delirious enough to want to call him.

But Eren was also very toxic, jealous, and possessive. All to the point where it drove you crazy. He hated when you wore revealing clothes. He shot shady glances at men that even looked your way. He couldn’t stand any of your male friends and made it clear that you were his by leaving love bites on your neck. He would show up to your job or while you were out with friends, completely unannounced and uninvited.

You often got into fights over this which ended up hot, mindblowing sex that often fizzled out all of your anger…until one night a month before you graduated uni. After dating on and off for four years throughout school, you and Eren came to a standstill as graduation approached and you snagged your dream position in a city two hours away from home.

That was the night you broke up with Eren after a dick appointment. You didn’t tell him the news until after you got your nut. In retrospect, that probably wasn’t a good idea because of course, Eren was pissed. “You didn’t think to tell me this before the sex?” he scoffed, sitting on the edge of your bed in his boxers.

“I didn’t know how, Eren,” you argued, sitting naked under your sheets. “As soon as you got here, you had your dick out!” That’s when the argument started, heated and loud, and that’s when you realized that you had to end your chapter with him right there.

That made Eren even angrier. “You’re actin’ like I can’t come over there to visit you,” he snapped as you hastily got dressed. “Or I can just move there! Do you not want me there?” He gave you that hurt look that often got you feeling guilty, but you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Don’t do that, Eren, please,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I just don’t want for you to have to give up your life here just for something that may not work.”

Realizing your mistake, your stomach lurched. But it was too late: Eren was wounded. “Why wouldn’t it?” he asked, his voice small and distant. You hurt him. You stood there, feeling like you were holding the gun and he was the target. “Because….because….”

Because you’re toxic. Possessive. Jealous. Dangerous for me because of that dick.

“Because I want a fresh start,” you lied. “And I can’t do that if I’m tied to you.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened, the anger radiating off of him in waves. “Tied to me?” he parroted, scoffing with a dry laugh. “So what? I’m like some kind of dead weight you need to get rid of?” You looked away, unable to see the hurt in his eyes. “Fine then,” he deadpaned, “but you know you won’t forget me. And I won’t forget you either, Y/N.”

And you never did. When he left that night, he took all of the joy and love with him. Even though he called and texted you for days after, you never answered, instead drowning yourself in finals and arrangements to move. After some time, the contact stopped and you went your separate ways. You never heard from or saw Eren again…until now. Now that you’ve moved back home and met a new man, here he is again.

“Let’s exchange gifts!” Kaido suddenly exclaims. You blink, pulled out of your memories, and look down to see a white box in front of you. Quickly, you fish his gift out of your bag and pass it to him with the brightest smile you can muster. “You can open yours first.”

Kaido grins and opens the tiny red gift bag, fishing the digital Amazon watch out of it. “It’s not quite an Apple Watch, but it’s close! You can download apps on it and it checks your blood pressure.” You wanted to buy the most pricey gift you could afford, hoping to accommodate for all of the expensive gifts he has given you.

Kaido cocks his head to the side like you’re a cute little puppy. “You’re too cute,” he tuts. “Now open mine!” You take a sip of wine before doing so and your smile drops at the sight of the 24k gold chain sitting inside the box. “Kaido,” you gasp. “Is it–”

“Real?” he chuckles, smiling proudly at you. “Yes, baby, it is. Let me put it on you.” He moves from his seat and comes behind you, gingerly taking the chain from the box to fasten it around your neck. As he does, Eren turns in his stool and watches, sipping on his Gin & Tonic. His face is unreadable and that angers you. Why is he even looking? Why is he even here?

And why the hell do you care?

Kaido’s hands brush your neck as he finishes and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Gorgeous,” he whispers. “Just like I knew it’d be. Now, everyone knows that you’re mine.” Eren sips his drink again and the corner of his lips lift in a crooked smile. The same smirk that melted you.

Suddenly, you are overwhelmed. The restaurant has become too hot and too small. You feel like a giant Alice in a too-small room after eating the wrong cookie. Once Kaido sits down, you stand up like your ass is on fire. “U-Um…I’m gonna go pee real quick,” you say. “This wine is goin’ right through me.” You give Kaido a quick reassuring kiss on the lips before you make a beeline to the bathroom…but you don’t go in.

Instead, you find the nearest exit and go out for some much-needed fresh air. The air is bitter cold, tinged with winter, but you let it cool your clammy skin in your red cocktail dress. Standing on the restaurant’s patio, you breathe in and out slowly, calming yourself. In and out…in and out…in–

“Cold out here,�� a familiar voice comments. “Where’s your coat?” The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Of course, Eren follows you the very moment you’re alone. Of course, you’re the only two out here.

You shouldn’t turn around, but you do. Like some kind of dark angel, he stands in the silvery glow of the moonlight, the light washing over his porcelain skin, black sweater, and jeans.

His name is inked on your tongue just like the tattoo he gave you, still implanted between your cleave: “Eren.” You don’t say it happily or with venom. You just say it.

But it’s enough to get Eren to smile. “Hey, you,” he greets you. “It’s been a long time.” You hate that he speaks to you as if you’re old friends. You’re not. “Why are you out here?” you scoff. Eren’s handsome face turns cold. “So that’s how you’re gonna talk to me after five years and actin’ like you ain’t know me in there?”

Here we fucking go. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here,” you say, your tone firm.

He shrugs, placing one inked hand in his pocket. “Just wanted to see if you were okay. You looked…startled, ‘specially when dude gave you that pretty chain.” He digs a Marbolo box out of his pocket. He still smokes after all of this time. When he lights that damn thing and his pink lips form an O around a smoke ring, you realize that you still find it attractive after all of this time as well.

The air is silent yet tense between you with unsaid words. “So you’re back in the city,” he states, his eyes gleaming at you. “When’d you come back? I thought you left for that big girl job.”

“I did, but it didn’t work out, so I came home last year.” You notice that his jaw is tight. “Are you mad I didn’t tell you?” you accusingly ask, squinting at him.

Eren scoffs as if the idea is preposterous. “Why would I be? We haven’t talked in, like, five years. Things changed…clearly.” He takes another drag of his smoke, blowing a steady stream out into the cold air.

“What does that mean?” you ask, unable to stop yourself from becoming agitated. What the hell is he getting at here? He passively shrugs like it should be obvious. “I just meant you’ve got a new man. He seems nice.” You sense bitterness, but you don’t comment on it. You don’t feel like turning this into something heated.

“So what of you?” you question, leaning against the wooden bar of the patio. “You still at the tattoo shop? Are you seein’ anyone new now?”

Eren smirks at you, quirking his pierced brow. “Well, aren’t you interested?” he chuckles. Still a teasing shit. You turn to leave, but he stops you with a hand on your elbow. “Hey, hey, I’m just kidding! I own the shop now and no, nobody new. I was seein’ someone for about two years, but it didn’t work out.”

You stare at him closely, trying to decode if he’s telling the truth or not…but then again, Eren was never a liar. A toxic asshole, yes, but never a liar. “So what happened?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself (and your hard nipples from the frigid air). “Did you do something? Did she?”

Eren shakes his head like you got it wrong and flicks his cig down on the ground. “Nah, it was a joint decision.” Knowing you need more meat than that, he sighs and snubs his cigarette out under his foot. “She thought I wasn’t the relationship type,” he explains with a dry smile on his face.

‘You weren’t,’ you think. ‘You still aren’t. That was why we broke up.’ You wonder briefly if he was as toxic with the mystery ex as he was with you. You wonder if he was as possessive and damn near yandere with her as he was with you the entirety of your relationship.

Eren gives you a strange look, his teal eyes turning into slits as he squints at you. You lean back a bit, alarmed and confused by his sudden interest in your face. “I’m detecting somethin’,” he points out. “You wanna talk about this?” He doesn’t elaborate on what he means by ‘this’, but he doesn’t have to. The last thing you want to talk about is anything about your or his new relationships. “Not really,” you huff. “Sorry, but I need to go.”

You know the more you are out here with him, the worse this situation will get. But as you go to pass him to enter the restaurant again, Eren gently grabs your hand. You whip around, trying to tug yourself away. “What are you doing?” you demand. “Eren, don’t.”

But he doesn’t let go and his firm yet burning expression tells you that he isn’t letting anything go. “You don’t really love that guy,” he says, accusingly so. “I can tell. The minute he put that necklace on you, you looked like you wanted to hide under the table and never come back out.”

You glare daggers at him, angered. “How dare you?” you hiss, ripping your hand from his. “You don’t know me anymore, Eren, and you clearly didn’t know me back then! I was looking for real, genuine love, but you clearly couldn’t give me that ‘cause of your shit. You’ve got issues.”

Eren’s eyes flash with something that you can’t decipher, but you know it ain’t nice. “And you don’t?” he scoffs. “You’re sittin’ there pretendin’ to play ‘love-struck girlfriend’ with a dude you ain’t even in love with. I could see it a mile away.” He moves closer to you until he is practically looming over you, making your heart jump. “You forget I know you, Y/N: I know your body too well.”

He gently traces a finger down your arm, sending goose pimples all over you. “Get off,” you whisper-hiss. You shove him by his chest and he lets you, stepping away to allow you space. “I’m not doing this with you. Ever.” Quickly, you yank open the door and head back into the restaurant, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You know he is still staring at you as you retreat, but you don’t dare look back.

Even when you sit back down with Kaido, your body won’t relax and you still feel on edge. You barely even notice that your food is here. Kaido looks up from his sea bass, worried. “Hey, that was a long trip,” he comments. “You alright?” You grip your wine and take a much-needed sip to calm your nerves. “Y-Yeah,” you stammer. “I just–”

And then suddenly, your ex is there again. You see his tatted hand by your shoulder, holding the arm of your chair, and you nearly jump out of your skin. His arrival is like a damn jumpscare in a horror movie, smile and all. “Don’t mean to interrupt the V-Day date here,” he chuckles, standing among you and Kaido. “Just wanted to say it’s nice to see you again, Y/N, and I’m glad you’re happy.”

His smile is supposed to be kind and warm, but his eyes tell you everything you need to know: he still isn’t over you and he intends to make himself known to your new man. You sit as rigid as a board, unable to breathe properly. Kaido confusedly looks between you and Eren. “Who’s this, babe?” he asks, all innocent and cluseless. But you can’t say it. You can’t even breathe. “I’m Eren,” your ex replies, holding a hand out to Kaido. “An old friend of hers.” The two men firmly shake. “We go waaay back, don’t we, Y/N?”

Eren turns to you, his smile turning into a crooked, teasing smirk that makes you want to toss your Moscato in his face. “Uh…yeah,” you squeak. “It was nice to see you again.” You offer him a tight smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He slowly moves towards you and bends down, making your blood pressure shoot through the roof.

“You too,” he whispers and his lips ghost your cheek in a slight kiss. His hand rests somewhere at his side, undetectable. Though you try to fight it, his lips and the closeness of his body brings your entire body to life and you suddenly feel things that Kaido–your Kaido–has never made you feel before.

Eren then straightens and gives a respectful nod to Kaido. “Enjoy your dinner.” And like a thief in the night, he is gone, walking towards the bar to grab his leather jacket and leaving the restaurant. You watch him, your eyes drawn to him like a moth to a flame, as your body burns…and your pussy aches. “Well, he had some cool ink,” Kaido laughs. “Those gages were gruesome though.”

He goes back to eating his dinner like everything is normal while his girlfriend is sitting across from him, aroused for another man. Roughly swallowing more wine, you take your napkin from the table and unfold it to lay in your lap. As you do, a folded piece of paper tumbles out of your napkin and into your lap.

You already know how it got there. With shaky hands, you unfold it and read the note written there for you, including a phone number:

If you decide you want a real romantic night, call me. I know you deleted my number. – Love Always, Your Best

You nearly throw up the rest of your dinner as you stare at Eren’s handwriting. You barely can swallow your food despite the tiny pieces you cut it up in. Luckily, dinner ends abruptly because Kaido gets irritated by the drunk businessmen sitting at the bar behind him and pays the tab.

By the this time, you’ve drunk more than you chewed, so the wine and champagne are making you feel bubbly, light, and sexy. You hang onto Kaido’s shoulder as he walks you outside, your trench wrapped tightly around you. “Thank you for dinner tonight,” you purr. “I have dessert back at my place…and ice cream.”

Kaido turns to you, his eyes alight from your secret meaning. You smile and lean in for a kiss to coax him back to your apartment, but his ringtone stops you. Irritated, Kaido swears and pulls it out of his pocket, becoming more agitated at the message there. “Shit,” he huffs. “M’sorry, babe, but that’s the office. They want me to come in for a last-minute triage.”

You blink at him, confused. “But I thought you were free tonight. You took off for the day, right?” That is what he told you at the beginning of the week when he made the reservations. Kaido gives you a sheepish look and you realize he “bended” the truth. “Only for a few hours,” he sighs. “I didn’t think they’d need me.”

You can already feel disappointment twisting in your gut. “But it’s Valentine’s Day,” you argue. “Why are you going to work on a day meant for us?”

Kaido sighs, already sounding irritated with you. “Babe, I’m sorry, but don’t get so worked up. You shouldn’t feel too bad…I mean, things are still one-sided between us.”

You detect the switch-up in his tone immediately. “What does that mean?” you scoff. Kaido looks away, refusing to look at you, but that sour expression stays locked on his face. “What?” you push. “Because I haven’t said ‘I love you’ yet?” Kaido doesn’t answer nor does he look at you. Those actions are all the answers you need: he is angry you haven’t uttered those three little words yet.

Suddenly, tonight feels like shit and so do you. “Kaido, I told you before: I care about you so deeply, but it’s too early for me,” you say, exasperated. “I’ll only say it when I’m ready.”

“Then when will that be?” he demands, finally looking at you. The hurt in them is clear. “It’s been a year, Y/N! How long do you need to know that you love someone?” You are stunned into silence and suddenly, you feel like crying. How could he spur this on you now of all nights?

Kaido’s phone rings again and he sighs, running a hand through his curly hair. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

You don’t say anything to him, too afraid of breaking out into sobs or cussing him out. Instead, you stay quiet as he drives you home and it is by far the most uncomfortable moment you’ve ever experienced. You’ve never been so happy to be in your crib alone when Kaido leaves after dropping you off.

You kick off your heels, drape your coat over the couch, and slump on the couch. You feel trashy. Unsexy. Lonely. The alcohol only intensifies your shitty feelings until you want to crawl out of yourself and hide. So what do you do instead of taking your ass to bed? You dig Eren’s note out of your pocket, which you kept instead of throwing away, and get your phone…but you stop from dialing his number.

‘Don’t do it,’ a tiny voice in your head says. The voice of reason. Your thumb hovers above your phone screen as you teeter-totter between right and wrong.

In the end, you ignore the voice of reason, the loneliness and wine speaking for you, and dial his number. You put your phone on speaker, not wanting to fuck up your makeup and wait in anticipation for the ringing to stop. After the fourth one, it does. “Hello?” he asks. His silky voice fills your living space.

“It’s me,” you exhale. You can’t even speak properly. After all of these years, he has this effect on you still? “I know,” he replies and you wonder if he’s been anticipating your call. “How you doin’? You okay?” You pause for a moment, your muddled mind not processing the situation properly.

“You wanna come over?” The words fly out of you before you can stop yourself. Eren pauses for a moment and the silence is so damn loud. “Do you want me to come over, Y/N?” he asks. Once again, the very dangerous word flies out of you: “Yes.”

Eren inhales slightly as if he can’t believe you’re agreeing to this. You can’t believe it either. “Tell me the address,” he demands, his tone heady with need. You tell him and you can hear his car keys jingling. “I’ll be there in ten.” And then the call is done. You sit there, wondering what the hell just happened, and what the hell you just did.

You just invited your very toxic ex over to your place. On Valentine’s Day. The reality about how bad you fucked up hits you like a truck. You need to stop this. You need to call him back right now and–

Ding-dong! Your Ring alerts you to someone at your door and your pulse jumps. Ten minutes passed already? Slowly, you get up from the couch and walk over to the door, your feet softly padding across the hardwood. “Who is it?” you ask.

“Who do you think?” Eren replies, a smile in his voice. “I’m here to rob you.” You briefly contemplate leaving the door shut, but you open it anyway. There he stands in his clothes from tonight, holding a bottle of watermelon margarita mix. “I brought some stuff for the occasion.” He slips a Ziploc bag out of his pocket. Inside it are papers, a lighter, and a small baggie of marijuana.

You stare nervously at the smoke contents and then at him. Noticing your reluctance, Eren frowns. “I’m not gon’ do anythin’, Y/N. I’m not here for none of that…just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He patiently stands there, letting you decide for yourself whether to let him in or not. Finally, against your better judgment, you open your door wider and allow him to step inside, his cologne curling into your nostrils.

For the next thirty minutes, you and Eren drink and get high as kites. He places his shoes by the door and makes himself at home on your couch before rolling a blunt on your coffee table. You watch his expert fingers roll, twist, and pinch as you sip on a glass of the sweet, tequila-infused margarita mix, becoming drunker and drunker with every sip and suddenly wanting Eren to lick you the way he licks the blunt closed.

After that, you pass the blunt back and forth between one another, talking about the past and giggling about stupid shit. The tension in the room ebbs as the air becomes thick with the scent of pungent weed and the sound of Daniel Caesar playing from your Amazon Echo sitting in your kitchen. It is as if things never changed between you two. Things are still the same, but better because you’re both adults now.

Eren sits back into the cushions, puffing on the blunt. “So what happened?” he asks. His teal eyes are slitted and slightly red from the smoke fumes. You know you’re not that much hotter. You feel like you’re falling out of your dress. “He went to work tonight, so I got mad, so we had a public fight.” You shrug, sipping your drink while Eren pulls a disgusted face. “He went to work on Valentine’s Day? I’ve never done that to anyone before.” Smoke billows from between his pierced lips as he passes you the blunt. “How’d you even meet him?”

You roll your eyes, but tell him anyway as you take a puff of the blunt. The smoke and the alcohol have begun to make you feel looser. So loose that you could lose the dress if you wanted to. “That’s so clichè,” he laughs. “Super corny…but you always did like that cutesy shit. It’s one of the reasons why I loved you so much.”

You don’t stumble on the L-word like you would’ve if you were sober. “That was a looong time ago,” you chuckle. You go to pass the blunt to him but nearly spill your glass on yourself. “Whoops, careful, baby,” he says, laying a hand on your back to help you. “You nearly spilled that on your couch.”

You make the mistake of looking at him then and suddenly, you realize just how handsome Eren is: a sharp jawline with an angular-shaped face, soft lips, and intoxicating eyes. He’s so close. His gaze falls to your lips as his Adam’s Apple bobs and it snaps you back into reality.

“No,” you gasp, pushing yourself away from him. “This was a bad idea. You should go.” you nearly stumble as you stand, but you manage to save yourself. “What?” he asks, confused. “But I just got here. I thought we were talkin’.”

“We did talk,” you snap, moving to the door. “Now you need to go before…” You stop talking before you say something that will get you in trouble. Instead, you turn the knob to your door, but Eren’s hand stops you. You gasp and turn around, realizing that he somehow transitioned from the couch to you in a few seconds. “Before what?” he pushes. “Before you do somethin’ you know you wanna do?”

He looms over you, his hand on your wrist, completely in your personal space. “Eren, don’t,” you whisper. “Please leave.” You try to twist yourself away from him, but his other hand holds your waist. “I can’t,” he murmurs. “Not until you admit that I’m what you need. You know you don’t love that guy.” Because you’re so short, he bends his knees slightly to reach you, his lips ghosting your cheek. “He can’t make you feel how I can.”

He presses a kiss there that electrifies you. Those electric kisses travel down to your neck, sensitive and personal. “Eren,” you weakly moan. “Don’t do this.” You press your hands to his chest, wanting to push him away, but your body is too weak. Too tired. “Don’t push me away, baby,” he sighs. “Don’t deny yourself.”

And then his lips, soft and slightly cold from lip piercing, are on yours. His kiss is deep. Passionate. Personal. It makes your heart explode and your mind melt into a puddle—not at all how Kaido’s kisses are. They are just as addictive as they were in the past. And so you kiss him back. Your fingers clench his shoulders as his hands caress your ass, squeezing the globes over the fabric.

“I fucking hate you,” you growl. He smirks against your lips, gently sucking on your bottom lip.

“No, you don’t,” he replies. And you don’t. You can’t. And you hate that. Despite all of his bullshit, you still love his kiss. His touch. His sex.

He pulls you close to him, making you feel the bulge pressing against his jeans. You gasp against his lips, a spark of pleasure exploding in your core. “Tell me what you want,” he demands, his lips coating your throat. His teeth graze there, leaving little lovebites that you’ll surely cuss him out for later. “Fuck me,” you beg. “And then leave.”

He pulls away, his eyes ablaze with lust, and slams his mouth against yours again. “Where the fuck is your bedroom?” he mutters against your lips.

Suddenly, your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms are intertwined around his shoulders as he carries you to your bedroom, his footsteps quick in stride. Your tongues swirl and your lips caress one another as you kiss, indulging in each other’s taste and the moans you give and receive. Finally, Eren makes it to your bedroom and slams the door shut with the back of his foot before placing you on the edge of your bed.

Everything moves in flashes like some kind of movie with scenes missing: your dress comes off; your bra is unclasped and replaced with Eren’s hands massaging and molding your tits; his shirt comes off, exposing his muscles, pierced, tan nipples, and scatterings of tattoos adoring his porcelain skin. His eyes are ablaze with lust as he kneels before you between your thighs, his big hands massaging them. “Lemme see you,” he murmurs.

Slowly, your knees part, and your pussy is exposed to him. A slow smirk stretches across his lips as he gazes up at you. No panties. You were planning this but Kaido, but you guess your ex works too. “God, I’ve missed this,” he sighs. “Look how wet she is fa’ me.”

He takes two fingers and swirls them over your clit before moving down over your slit, gentle yet effective. You gasp at the soft contact, pleasure exploding all over your body. “Eren, c’mon,” you whine. “Please.” His gaze darkens, damn near feral, as he opens your legs wider, pinning them apart. “Don’t move,” he demands and then he’s diving down between your thighs.

One thing about Eren that you always loved is how he eats pussy. He goes crazy with your shit, alternating between long, slow licks and quick lashes against your clit that make your eyes roll back and your toes curl. His magical, wet mouth and soft lips suckle on the needy button of your clit, soaking your pussy in his saliva that he slurps back up with no problem or disgust. When his tongue finally dips back between your slit, you nearly lose it. “F-Fuck!” you gasp. “Eren, yes! Go deeper!”

Your fingers grasp his long, black locks for dear life, pushing him deeper into your pussy. But he manages to look up to give you a cocky smile. “If you’re louder for me, sure.” Smug motherfucker.

He continues to give you long strokes of his tongue, the cold metal of his piercing melting against the hot, wet, spongy walls of your pussy and somehow making everything more sensitive. “Fuck, please!” you sob. “Please, please fuckin’ give it to me!”

Tears soak your lashes, threatening to fall down your cheeks. This feels too good. It’s almost painful. Eren smiles and proceeds to tongue-fuck you, his nose nuzzling against your clit as he dips his tongue in and out of your hole.

Your moans bounce off of the walls, loud and brazen, unable to be contained. Eren pulls away with a moan as he gazes down at your glittering, sobbing wet pussy. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he groans against your clit. “She’s mine, isn’t she? Only mine?”

Smack! “Oh!” you gasp as his hand comes down onto your clit, smacking it hard. “Fuckin’ tell me what I wanna hear,” he growls. “Tell me that this pussy is mine.” Smack! Smack! You buck from the pleasurable sting, nearly cumming from his calloused palm wetly smacking your cunt.

“I-It’s yours!” you gasp. “It’s yours, Daddy, I swear!”

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Good girl,” he coos. “Now cum for me so I can finally fuck that mouth.” He goes right back to tonguing you down with a mission, swiping his nose against your clit as he eats you out so good that you see stars. He moves his jaw with every intention of making you cum. “Do it, mama,” he begs, his words slightly muffled by your sticky cunt. “Cum for me. Give it all to me.”

And you do. You can’t help it. You are controlled by him like a puppet is by her master and with every string he pulls, he makes you gush around his tongue. He greedily moans and laps at all of the cream you give him, gulping it down like a starved man as you moan and call his name to the ceiling, massaging your tits in the throes of your pleasure as you do.

When you finally calm and your back straightens from its arch, Eren pulls away, his lips shining with your juices. “Missed that shit,” he sighs. “Missed you so much.” He bends down to swoop you up in a deep, messy kiss, forcing you to taste yourself. When he pulls away, he is as feral and demanding as he was before. “Sit up, take off my clothes, and open that pretty mouth up fa’ me.”

Despite your brain still trying to reboot from that orgasm and your limbs feeling like spaghetti, you still do as he says. You sit up on the bed and allow him to kneel in front of you, his crotch right in your face. He watches as you peel off his pants and underwear while he toes off his socks, soon leaving himself completely naked. You admire his toned muscles, your hands gliding down his stomach to his V-line and muscular thighs. Oh, how you’ve missed his body.

And how you’ve really missed his cock. He is so hung. So long. So curved, the tip nearly kissing his lower stomach. With a crooked smile, he wraps a hand around his throbbing cock and gently taps it against your chin. Just how you like it. Your jaw falls open and your tongue rolls out, allowing him to tap his head, sticky with pre, against it.

“You remember how I like it, mama?” he asks. “Or do I need to refresh your memory?”

More or less, you do need a memory jogger. But once he’s got that big, long, beautiful cock in your mouth, you are taken back to your dorm years when you used to bob your head for your life giving him top between free periods. His dick stretches out your mouth just the way you remember as he settles on your tongue, his hips slowly rolling against your chin.

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” he moans. “Fuckin’ fuck, I’ve missed this pretty mouth.” He peers down at you with those teal eyes, one hand in your hair while the other cascades down between your open thighs. “Wanna take me deeper, ma? Think my fingers will help you?”

You feel his long fingers prying your pussy lips open and slipping between them to glide along your slit. You moan around Eren’s cock as your pussy pulses and throbs in pleasure, the act somehow making your jaw stretch wider. His fingers then slip into your slippery, velvety-soft pussy while he sinks his cock deep into your throat. “Mmmm!” you moan, the pathetic sound muffled by his cock.

He grins as he begins to fuck your face, ruining your makeup and causing spit to drip down your chin as he fingers you. “That’s it: moan around my cock, baby. I can hear you just fine.” He smirks, curling his fingers upward and making your toes curl as pleasure shocks you to your core. “I can hear somethin’ else too. You’re so fuckin’ wet…”

You concur, your ears perking at the sound of his fingers squelching inside of your sloppy pussy that just keeps drooling and creaming around his long, inked fingers. His cock is just as drenched in your mouth, making wet sounds every time he plunges into your throat, his balls flush against your chin. Every saccharine moan and grunt that leaves his lips pushes you closer to the edge of another orgasm that ripples on the surface.

Eren slips his cock out of your mouth to stroke it furiously in your face, entranced by your moans as he finger-fucks you. “E-Eren!” you warn. “Eren, baby, fuck, I’m gonna cum again!”

Suddenly, the pleasure ceases as he slips his fingers, slick with your juices, out of you. “Uh-uh,” he growls. “Not yet. Not till I’m inside of you.” He brings his fingers up to your mouth and you obediently suck on them, rolling your tongue around his digits. “I’m not finished with you yet, baby, and I know you’re not finished with me.”

He takes you and tosses you back onto the bed, making you bounce against the mattress. Then he is yanking you close by your ankles and hiking your thighs up over his hips, your pretty toes contrasting with his lighter skin tone. “After all, I’ve gotta remind you who fucks you the best. Five years later, and I’m still your best, baby. Let me remind you why. ”

He gives you a shit-eating smile before he takes his cock and–

“Oh, my God!” you gasp, your eyes blown and your mouth agape. As soon as he is inside of you, stretching you, bottoming out in your pussy, you feel like you’re soaring and flying through the heavens. The ecstasy is monumental, opening up your senses in a way where you feel like you were just bit by a radioactive spider. You can taste the sweat on Eren’s tongue; hear every ragged breath he takes as he pumps himself into you; see every vein pulse in his pecs and neck; feel his body throb as you grip his forearms, pectorales, and shoulders.

He stares deep into your eyes as he drills your cunt into the bed, giving you deep, long strokes that make your toes curl and your body writhe in need for more. “And who fucks you the best?” he breathlessly asks. His hand snatches out to grab your throat, massaging it in time with his strokes. “Say it to me nice an’ clear, baby. Tell Daddy who owns you.”

He squeezes your throat a little harder, applying extra pressure to intensify the pleasure you’re swimming in. “You!” you loudly sob. “You do, Daddy! Fuck, just like that, Eren! Please keep fucking me just like that!” You would gladly tell him anything for him to keep fucking you so good. Fat tears soak your lashes sticky with ruined mascara as moans, whimpers, and gasps pass your lips wiped clean of lipgloss.

Eren gives you that very Eren grin–cocky and prideful. Because he knows he’s killing that shit. He releases your throat and applies both hands beside your head to give himself support before thrusting a little faster, his hips rolling in a way that makes his pelvis brush against your clit. “Just like this?” he teases, his hair and chain tickling your face. “Is that good for you, babe?”

You can’t even answer him. The entire English language has been wiped clean from your brain. All because of his cock. His sex. His everything. The way sounds he makes, the heady scent of his cologne, and the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against yours pull you over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy, making your eyes flutter shut and your jaw grow slack. “Cum for me,” he demands. “C’mon, baby, do it again. Gimme that fuckin’ cum.”

He goes faster, harder, drilling your pussy into the bed as if he is trying to win an award doing so. The award is your orgasm which is explosive and intense. “OH!” you shout as you unravel around Eren’s cock. Your moans are loud and desperate as your pussy squeezes around the cock inside of you, your walls clenching and pulsing, giving Eren a hard time trying to hold himself back from a nut.

But not yet. He can’t leave this here. His face flushed and his hair in his face, he pulls his slick cock out of you as you buck and twitch from your orgasm. “Not done,” he growls. “Not done with you yet.”

Suddenly, as quick as a flash, you are on your stomach and Eren is behind you, forcing you onto your hands and knees. Your arms feel like jelly, so all you can do is press your face into the bed as your ass is hiked up for him. He gives it a couple of harsh smacks��Smack! Smack! Smack!–before his cock is slowly sinking back inside of you. “E-Eren, wait!” you squeak. “I’m t-too sensitive!”

His laugh is breathless and enraging. He loves seeing you in agony. “Don’t worry: I won’t go fast.” He presses kisses to your back as he begins to slowly roll his hips into your ass. “Just relax for me, mama. You’re in good hands.”

And then plap-plap-plap go the sounds in the room as he fucks you from behind. Your ass jiggles and claps against his thighs as he gives you deep thrusts that make your pussy melt around him and your clit excitedly jump from the stimulation. “Eren,” you whimper. “Please, please, please!”

Evidently, you’re louder than you thought you were, causing Eren to tut. “You’re so loud, baby…I’ll have to fix that.” He yanks you up and his hand pushes your face to turn to the side, allowing him to give you a deep kiss that steals all of the air out of your lungs just as his cock does. “That’s it,” he coos. “Just enjoy this for me, baby. Lemme give you what you need.”

Then you’re back onto the bed, your face in the mattress and your moans swallowed by the sheets as the man above you fucks you absolutely dumb. You don’t know which way is up and which is down. The world spins around you, dizzying yet intoxicating, the sex you’re receiving turning you inside out.

“So slutty,” Eren chuckles above you, rolling his hips as he sinks his cock deep inside of your wet, heavenly hole. “Just listen to all the sounds you’re makin’ for me. Bet your man couldn’t make you sound like this.” He leans down to press himself fully against you, his pelvis brushing against your ass. “Y’know, I never forgot about you,” he whispers. “I never stopped lovin’ you, Y/N.”

His soft lips begin to caress your neck and shoulders before he picks both himself and you up, giving himself a chance to prop his leg up. The new position leaves you a moaning, sobbing mess, your pussy suddenly having no choice in the matter of cumming again. You grab the sheets so tight that your knuckles turn white as you feel your third orgasm cresting. “Eren,” you moan. “Oh, fuck, m’gonna…gonna…!”

“Yeah?” he teasingly asks. “You wanna cum all over this dick again, huh?” He wrenches your head back with his hand on your chin. “Then tell me that you love me. Tell me you love it when I fuck you.”

“I-I…” Your mind is moving a million miles a second, the pleasure leaving a thick fog in front of your sense of reality. You know you shouldn’t, but the way Eren fucks you is too good to resist telling him anything he doesn’t wish to hear: “I love you,” you whisper, the forbidden words passing your lips. “I love you so much, Daddy! I love it when you fuck me! You do it so good!”

You feel him smile against your cheek, his other hand gripping your ass as you begin to furiously rub at your clit, your fingers slipping and sliding along the rosebud. “Now tell me that you’re gonna leave that asshat for me.”

The fog clears a bit and it is enough for you to process what he just said. “W-What?” you stammer. “Eren–”

He roughly bends you over, cutting you off, and gives your ass a harsh smack that sends your clit into a frenzy. “Say it,” he orders. “Say it and I’ll let you cum. Tell me you’re gonna break up with him as soon as tonight is over.” Harder. Faster. His thrusts grow more intense than ever, making it a point to make you so insane and so desperate that you fall apart at the seams.

“Say it!” he bellows. “Fuckin’ say it!”

Tears soak the sheets and officially ruin your makeup as your self-control leaves you. You know that you are about to commit the ultimate betrayal just to get your nut. “I’ll leave!” you sob. “I’ll leave him for you, Daddy! I love you so, so much!”

The laugh that leaves Eren’s mouth is evil, damn near entering villain territory. “I love you too, baby,” he laughs. “Now cum for me like a good girl.” All it takes is a few more of those luscious, mind-blowing thrusts until you are cumming uncontrollably around his cock once more, screaming into the bed as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

Eren moves faster, fucking your cum-soaked pussy with vigor to chase his own high, massaging and palming your ass as he does. He then pulls himself out of you and furiously strokes his dick against your butt, the sounds of his hand stroking his wet cock drifting in the air. “Fuck, fuck!” he grunts before he lets out a series of luscious moans as ropes of cum spurt from his cock and onto your asscheeks.

You tiredly whimper as you feel warm spurts of his spunk hit your skin, signaling the end for the both of you. Your body and pussy throb in tandem from the session, your skin soaked in sweat, the air heedy with the scent of sex. Eren raggedly exhales and collapses next to you onto his stomach. His hand slides across your back, running gently down your spine. “That’s my sexy fuckin’ baby,” he coos.

You can’t say anything back. Exhaustion has taken over and suddenly, so has sleep. You don’t make a fuss as Eren pulls you up the bed and helps you under the covers, the cool sheets settling across your damp skin. You feel his body next to yours, the scent of his sweat and cologne filling your nostrils. Your cheek rests against his chest as his hand tangles in your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. “Sleep now. I’ll be seein’ you soon.”

You don’t answer because sleep has made her arrival and has swept you away to quiet and serene nothingness.

When you awaken the next morning to the winter sun pouring in through your bedroom window, you are alone. The bed is made and your dress is neatly folded at your feet. It is as if nothing happened last night and you slept alone.

But the delicious ache in your body tells you differently. And the note sitting by your lamp along with a glass of orange juice and an Aspirin definitely tells you differently.

With your head clearing from the sleep and the reality of your horrible situation hitting you (along with a hangover), you pick up the note and read Eren’s messy handwriting:

Thanks for last night. Hit me up again soon. xxxx

-Love Always, Your Best

Putting the note down, you grab your house phone from the nightstand and dial Kaido’s number. It is the one thought you have to do first to start your morning. Not stretching. Not getting a glass of water. Not showering or brushing your teeth or contemplating whether or not to kill yourself because you slept with your toxic ex-boyfriend.

Instead, you face reality head-on like a real bitch as Kaido’s voicemail enters your eardrum: “Hi, this is Kaido Ashida! I’m not here right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!”

Beep. Your mouth opens. “Kaido,” you automatically say. “Hi…it’s me. I think we need to talk after last night.”

And then the guilt sets in as you stare down at Eren’s note, your body teeming for another night with him soon. “I don’t think this is gonna work,” you sigh.

THE END.

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redr0sewrites · 1 year ago

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How would the hsr characters react to an afab!reader obsessed with their hands...

🥀Cw : nsfw, heavy smut, fingering, hand kink, reader is afab

🥀 Pairing(s) : Blade x reader, Kafka x reader, Luocha x reader, Sampo x reader

Blade:

blade's hands are rough, and he has plenty of scars littered across the pale skin

i also think that they're always super cold, and its extra stimulating when his hands are freezing against your warm skin

his hands are deliciously big and veniny as well, and his fingers are long and slender. he knows what to do with them, and his long fingers always reach so deep inside you and curl so well...

while his hands are pale, his knuckles and joints have a slight blush to them and are pinker than the rest of his hand

blade has some callouses on his palms from always handling his sword, along with thin white scars across his knuckles and larger, longer scars on his wrists and lower arms

hes the type to go slow when fingering you as his hands are so large and rough; he would never want to hurt you but his thick fingers feel so damn good inside of your sloppy cunt-

you flinched subconsciously as Blade's hand gently stroked the fluttering lips of your pussy, the freezing temperature of his fingers making you tremble as he teased you. two fingers spread your folds and he stares, mesmerized by the wetness of your dripping cunt. he gently rubs over your slit, so, so close to your fluttering hole. you clench around nothing, bucking upwards as his free hand gently holds your thighs. "be patient", he whispers huskily, "you'll get what you deserve".

Kafka:

kafka's hands are slim and fair with long, nimble fingers and sharp pointed nails. she is big on self care and keeps her hands very well-maintained, she never has any dry skin or cuts and always wears gloves on missions

her naaillllsssssssss

theyre so sharp, and they're always painted a seductive red or pink

she keeps her cuticles well maintained and always trims her nails if they get in the way of her work, but they're definitely long enough to trace and claw your sensitive skin...

kafka often trails her hands down your abdomen towards your core before even touching you, she always giggles when goosebumps rise in the wake of her nails as she scratches thin lines into your trembling stomach

"so sensitive..." Kafka purrs, circling her thumb over your clit in tight circles and watching as you squirm beneath her. "i haven't even gone inside yet and you're already whimpering.. what a slut", Kafka crooned, pressing onto your pearl as she scratched thin lines down your thigh with her free hand. you let out a needy whine, she had been toying with you for what felt like hours, and she had barely touched you. "p-please-" you were silenced by Kafka's fingers in your mouth. her free hand still circled over your twitching, puffy clit, watching as your hips involuntarily humbed against her hand. "hmm, how greedy. you will take what i give you, won't you, bunny?"

Luocha:

luocha takes very good care of his hands, he always has lotion and cream on him and cleans beneath his nails at the end of each day

speaking of his nails, luocha always files his nails and keeps them smooth and short. he does this for both of your sakes', partially for cleanliness and also for your comfort when hes fingering you

he is another one with slender hands, and he has very boney fingers with exaggerated knuckles

i feel like his hands are slightly shaky but still very strong

luocha always fingers you with intensity and the intention of giving you pleasure, and his hands are very skilled

i also think he has a few beauty marks on his hands and wrists that are lovely to admire

"relax," Luocha whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple as he curled his fingers inside of you. a needy mewl escaped your lips as you grinded against his skilled fingers, your puffy clit sloppily riding the heel of his hand as your legs trembled. Luocha's other hand came to rest on your inner thigh, gently reopening your legs as your cunt squeezed his fingers. he slipped in a third finger and you sobbed, pretty tears streaming down your cheeks. "Lu- m'close-" you whined, and a grin spread on his face. "go on then, darling, let go f'me".

Sampo:

Sampo's hands are especially nimble and swift, he is a thief after all, and his hands resemble pianists hands

they're very veiny, but each finger is thick and flexible

hes got large palms as well, hes DEF the type to compare hands with you

Sampo has nice nails too, they're a boxy shape and he keeps them short but not super short

like they're trimmed but they have the tiniest bit of length to them just for the sake of fashion

sampo has insanely steady hands, its a good trait to have as a thief and their steadiness applies to sex as well

hes also a major tease, he KNOWS how much you like his hands and will sometimes purposefully tease you by taking his gloves off with his teeth or "innocently" stroking your inner thigh...

"ya really do like this, huh?" Sampo smirked, toying with your cunt and gently running his fingers through your folds to gather your slick on his fingers. "suck," he commanded, bringing the pads of his fingers up to your tongue, watching as your own arousal dripped into your mouth. your lips pursed around his boney fingers and he suddenly pushed them in deeper, making you gag and whine. Sampo snickered, pulling his spit-soaked hand away form your mouth. "y're gonna have to work for it, poor sampo here is so tired, i don't think i can fuck my pretty doll's cunt all alone..." he sneered, bringing his hand down and shoving three fingers into your needy pussy. "now, get off on my fingers on your own, or you're not coming at all tonight".

HEY YALL! finally another hsr post lmao- i promise im working on reqs but i NEEDED to get this out of my brain. hope u enjoyed!!

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loveemagicpeace · 1 year ago

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Relationships & Other Things🦋🐚🌙

🍕Sagittarius Venus are actually more loyal in a relationship than most signs. They will be all in- in the relationship and give person the world. They are very devoted and when they love someone they are persistent in the relationship they have. They will share everything with this person. Many people do not understand this Venus and caress it enough in this position. For example, Venus in Aquarius is really hard to commit to a single partner for a long time - they will always look for freedom and something that will enrich their life and they are very independent in the things they do. Their love language is also quite different.

🥀Venus suggests a more adult level of affection and bonding - what we want others to appreciate and admire in us. The position of your Venus, by sign and house, as well as the aspects it makes to other planets, indicates what you find attractive and what you need in order to get on well with someone - for a relationship to work, there needs to be mutual appreciation of each other's desire nature. This is harder work of course if your Venus is, say, in Capricorn or in aspect to Saturn (suggesting a controlled and self-contained relating style) and your partner or friend has Venus in Sagittarius or aspecting Jupiter (suggesting an extraverted aesthetic and enjoyment of the good life),

✨Water moons feel loney souls. They sense when someone is a lost soul or when someone needs help. They have a very intuitive energy. Many times they feel much more than people think.

🍸Moon in 9th house- your home is somewhere else. These people often live somewhere else in another country because they can feel better there. They are often looking for their safe space. Many times these people feel as if nowhere is quite their home or as if they are constantly looking for their place under the sun. They may end up living far away from their family or somewhere you have to drive for a long time. But they have to feel home so that they can live in it.

🌛The Moon is perhaps the key planet of relationship in that it suggests how we form emotional bonds - how we nurture and care for others, and what we need from them in return in order to feel safe and comfortable.

🔥If your Moon is in a fire sign for instance, there is a need for life to be a colourful place of risks and potentials; if your partner or boss conversely has the Moon in an earth sign, your enthusiasm might well elicit an annoyingly sensible and risk-averse response that leaves you feeling flat. We are all driven by our basic instincts when it comes to our Moon.

🪐Saturn in Aries -they may be afraid of failure or they may be obsessed with achieving something. They tend to be competitive when it comes to themselves and their energy. They can often be in competition with themselves. Saturn shows where you are most serious and which area you take much more seriously than others.

🎳3rd house synastry many times indicates a person you knew from elementary school years. Or the person you met in high school. You have definitely met this person somewhere before, but you may not remember it right away. A lot of the people you share 3rd house with, you already met before.

🍬4th house synastry is often a person with whom you can create a cozy home and warmth. This house is most likely to make you think about living with this person.

🛼5th house synastry shows romance with the person and keeps the relationship alive. This means that you can fall in love with this person again and again. This house also reflects the fact that you think about children.

🌊8th house synastry you will share the darkest times with this person and they will help you in many things. This can also be the person with whom you can get the closest.

🎤Mercury gemini & libra love to talk and are quick to respond to messages. If you are interesting to them, they will keep the conversation with you. Aquarius mercury likes to talk about topics that are more controversial and not so much in the foreground. They will either write off quickly or not at all. Capricorn mercury mostly do not like to waste time on long conversations or texting. Virgo mercury likes to debate and talk about different things. If you ask them for advice, they will give it to you and tell you how they see it. But there are people who many times won't tell you directly if something bothered them.

🌨️Good & Bad side of zodiac signs☀️

💧Capricorn placements will do a lot for you because they are a sign of action and when you need something they will always be there for you. No matter what, they will always try to find a way. But their downside is sometimes that they devote too much time to career, success (in the sense that it becomes part of their life). They forget to enjoy life and sometimes know how to push themselves too much to the extreme.

🌬️Gemini placements are good at communicating, changing things, topics and everything. But their downside is that they change direction too quickly and don't focus enough on the person/thing. A person with a Gemini in Mars can often be prone to cheating if they do not have enough stable signs in chart.

🥨Taurus placements know how to do a lot for you, spoil you, buy you expensive things (they always buy you something you've always wanted). Their downside is that they can become too materialistic, stand up for money or put it first. And maybe sometimes they live a too monotonous life and don't want change.

🛁Virgo placements can sometimes be too obsessed with work, routine, order, perfection (they sometimes expect too much perfection from themselves and then consequently from their partner).The obsession health can be overwhelming at times. If someone will serve you things than this is them and a lot always about health, herbs.

🛍️Libra placements can sometimes adapt too much to society and to serving everyone before themselves. Sometimes it makes them a different person. You don't always need to be accepted into the circle or to be liked by everyone. Many times they can be obsessed with the fact that they should fix something on themselves even though they look beautiful (libra risings a lot of times). Sometimes they can look too much for balance and rationality in everything. It would be great if you could ever choose a side and not be on both sides at once. They invest a lot in the relationship and put the person they love first.

🥐Aquarius placements I think that they are often example of having commitment issues. I wouldn't say that they are the ones who want to be different or that they would repeat it too much. However, many times they have a specific opinion or view that is sometimes difficult to change, and many times they give an opinion about something that is not always appropriate. They are an intelligent sign and often accept and understand different things. They never find anything strange.

🩰Pisces placements I like their artistic nature, how they can swim in their own world. Their weakness is often that they look too much for some ideal of a person and when the person does not fit the description, they just leave. And that they can quickly find another person they like - I have the feeling with them that they are never fully committed to just one person. Many times they know how to manipulate and lie to others. It seems to me that one part of them is never fully visible.

🧩Cancer placements their downside is that they have their favorite people, whom they choose, and if you are not a person who is always available to them, they can quickly cut you out of their lives. Many times they can clearly show the difference between one person and another. And sometimes they don't feel bad if they gave one person more than others. But they know how to make a really warm and cozy home where you will always feel welcome.

🐬Scorpio placements sacrificed a lot for people that they love , they value their privacy and they are one of the signs that will never betray your secret and are truly devoted to you. Scorpio is all or nothing. They are a ride or die sign - forever sign. They share their soul with you and that's one of the most beautiful things about them to me. But it is their weakness that control, obsession, jealousy can take them over. They are quick to doubt people and things. Many times they have too much trust issues.

🍕Sagittarius placements have a lot of knowledge, they are one of the most optimistic signs and they can show you from a completely different perspective.Sometimes the problem with them is when they start looking for positivity in everything, in the sense that they don't allow themselves to be sad. Many times they are afraid that if they lose their meaning, they will have nothing to live for. They forget that sometimes you can live for others

❤️‍🔥Aries placements if anyone is braver it's them, they always take risks and know no shame. Their motto is do things - whatever will be will be. However, they can sometimes be too impulsive in their decisions. Sometimes they focus too much on themselves and forget how others feel. Many times they do to others exactly what they would not want others to do to them.They sometimes think that if they have done something a couple of times, that now you should invest even more. And if you don't invest as much as they expect, then they are like "okay bye". They have too high expectations sometimes.

🎬Leo placements are generous, youthful and love to do childish things. They know how to enjoy things without a bad conscience.And as they love you, they will always put you first. The bad side of them is that sometimes they want to be too much in the spotlight and that they relate everything to them. Sometimes they can be too irresponsible about their actions. Sometimes they don't know how to listen to the other person.

-Rebekah🍕🥨🦋

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withmeluu · 14 days ago

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THIS IS FOR YOU, GREG!!

(And he never saw it)

I'm gen obsessed with this au cuz bass players need more love 💔💔😔

Also i tried to draw a bass from memory and it didn't worked out so well so

And i am so sorry if i forgot any detail of petey 🥀🥀 AU: @nyaboshiikun

#detey #dogman #petey the cat #petey #bass players are so cool #hes so dumb i love him

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helslastangel · 9 months ago

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A few (of many) synastry aspects for attraction ❤️

As a Cancer Rising/Mars Person....🔞 🌶

Blaming my personality on my parents' placements 🤡

Capricorn moons aren't emotional 🤔

Chiron Conjunct Lilith Synastry 🖤

Chiron in 7H synastry (poem) 🥀

Frenemy & FWB synastry aspects 💥

Funposts and such ❀˚₊

How would you describe yourself using your big 3? 🤔

I have (multiple) obsessions, and they're gay af 🌈

I put Pisces men in rice 🍚

Mars in 1H & 7H Synastry: From My Experiences 🔞 🌶

Meet my musical idols (and their big 5s) 🎤

Moon Conj. Venus/Moon Trine Ascendant Synastry 🔞🌶

Libra mars men, Gemini mars women, Sag mars enbies

Venus Conjunct Ascendant Synastry 💕

Virgos, this is for you ♍️

Placements that need to know everything 🧠

Placements that enjoy dark humor 💀

Synastry in my personal connections 💕

What the enneagram types want you to know 📝

What the signs struggle with on a daily basis 😔

Why synastry doesn't work without your birth time ⏰️

You may be attracted to foreigners if ✈️

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About Water Sign Junos

Asteroid Observations

Aries Juno Observations

Taurus Juno Observations

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Vesta in the Signs

Your core desires, according to Chiron

Your deepest fears according to Chiron

Your hidden fear according to Black Moon Lilith

Your ideal self-care routine according to Ceres

Aquarius in 8th House

Capricorn in 7th House

Capricorn stellium in the 12th house

Compatibility Observations: Capricorn Moon

Compatibility Observations: Sagittarius Moon

Dominant 1st House/Ascendant

How you enjoy yourself according to the 5th House

How to be ethically manipulative by sun, moon, & ascendant

How you relieve stress, according to Mars

How you speak according to Mercury, pt. 1

Moon Sign Observations

Neptune (2H) Sextile North Node (4H) 📧

Leo in 2nd House

Pisces in the Houses, pt. 1

Pisces in the Houses, pt. 2

Pluto Conjunct Lilith Natal

Sagittarius in 6th House

Same sign ascendant pairs as friends 🔞🌶

Scorpio in 5th House

Sun & Moon Observations

Sun sign pairs that work in relationships

What makes the planets feel insecure

What Saturn fears most in the houses

What you need according to your moon sign

What you want to do according to Mars

Your best matches according to moon sign

Your eyes according to your chart ruler

Your good and bad sides according to your Big 3

Your lowest priorities according to empty houses

Your main area of focus according to the planets

Your most likely health issues according to the signs

Your most vulnerable areas according to the signs

Your empty houses in astrology

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weediee · 10 months ago

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New Orleans Beignets

HUMAN ALASTOR X FEM WIFE!READER (She/Her pronouns)

Summary: Y/N is one of the leading bakery owners in the entirety of New Orleans! People travel minutes, hours to try the sweet treats that reside within her bakery. But there's one special radio host who's obsessed with none other than her famous New Orleans Beignets.

E/N: This is based off of Princess Tiana's Beignets. It was too perfect not to make into an Alastor story so why not + she's one of my favourite princesses.

This story isn't proofread so it's not perfect. Also I haven't written for a while so I might be a little rusty, but I hope you all enjoy it anyways! x

No trigger warnings besides some light kisses! (Lmk if I forgot any.)

Rainy afternoons were never the brightest time for those in New Orleans.

The freezing cold, the shivering of finger tips, the multiple layers worn in hopes of being able to keep at least a little bit warm. It was always certainly a surprise when people realized that instead of the usual sunlight and humidity, it was going to rain.

So, what do those in New Orleans do during these miserable days? Well there's one of two things. Stay inside, bored half to death, or go find a nice place to have a cozy meal and settle down for the day. And what better place to go rather than Y/N's bakery?

That's the thought that Alastor thought of every day when these storms swept through New Orleans (and every usual day too.)

No rain, hail, nor shine could prevent him from leaving the studio on his lunch break to go check on his dearest wife who was slaving away in her bakery, and in the process of greeting her, he could never resist stealing one of her heavenly Beignets.

"Hello, anyone home?" Alastor spoke loudly, his radio voice on show as he entered the door. He watched as Y/N perked up from behind the counter after hearing the short chime of the door opening. "Hello, stranger." She laughed softly, standing up straight to brush off her dusty apron. It was adorned with pastry batter and powdered sugar from all the sweets made throughout the day, if anything it was just a sign of how hard she worked.

"Yes, I did prepare your Beignets darling." She admitted without a question needed, walking over to her husband to pass over a small brown paper bag, inside two hot Beignets showered perfectly with powdered sugar. They smelled divine, it was like heaven itself had been baked into two small pastries.

"Just how you like it." She nodded slightly, moving forward to kiss her husband's cheek nonchalantly.

"Thank you my dear, without you I fear I would starve!" Alastor laughed, looking at his wife with such a thankful and loving look plastered across his face. "You truly are such a darling when it comes to spoiling me."

"Only for New Orleans finest radio host." She said proudly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Alastor leaned forward, kissing her forehead softly for a moment before pulling away, smiling down at his gorgeous girl. "And only for New Orleans finest Beignet maker."

E/N: I'm tweaking I hate this. Am I still going to post it? Yes.

PLEASE don't be hesitant to send me some Alastor ideas or head cannons you'd like me to write. I really don't enjoy writing without a plot like this story, you can see the laziness within my work.

All dandy though, have a wonderful evening everyone!

- Weedie 🥀

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cvntroach5000 · 1 month ago

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The Lads helping black reader maintain her curls

fem!reader, no use of y/n. zayne and rafayel refer to reader as "wife" (actual marital status irrelevant; in their heart you are always wife). caleb calls reader "buttercup" instead of the p-word

content warning: slight yandere vibes from sylus, the usual yandere vibes from caleb.

Xavier 💫

He wants to help, he really does

But it's so relaxing and you smell so good, he keeps dozing off

When he's focused, he actually does a pretty good job, but it takes forever for him to be done

Impatiently waits for your hair to dry, cause you can't lie down and cuddle with him when waiting for the products to absorb

Excitedly helps tie the bow of your bonnet when it's done and you can come to bed with him

If you wash your hair at his apartment, he revels in the lingering smell of you in his home

You're literally downstairs and he's curled up in his bed, sniffing your shampoo like "I miss her"

He can surprisingly do better braids than curls, cause he just focuses more on separating the strands and weaving them correctly, so he's too locked in to actually relax and fall asleep

Immediately tries to throw down if anyone tries to touch your hair or makes the slightest weird comment about your appearance

That shit makes him so incredibly mad, he could kill

Usually settles for at least a broken bone

Zayne ❄️

His steady surgeon hands are built for fine work like this

Enjoys this process a lot cause he gets to do something, but it's a relaxing activity

It took some practice for him to learn how to shape the curls properly, but he's gotten the hang of it at this point

Because of Caleb having helped with your hair since you were kids, Zayne is very keen on doing well, cause as your future husband, he can't afford to be anything less than perfect at this

That'd be embarrassing for him and unfair to you

Can do very good braids as well, just the right amount of tight without being too painful

Has basically developed a reflex where as soon as someone tries to reach for your hair, he'll grab their hand

"Please, refrain from touching my wife so casually."

He sounds calm but his eyes are so murderous, it sends people scurrying off before he can get angry enough to give them frostbite

Any time someone makes a weird comment about your appearance, this man unpacks a monologue about how beneficial high concentration of melanin is

Poor Zayne thinks people are just uneducated, but unfortunately a lot of the time they're also massive assholes

Rafayel 🪸

This is actually so exciting for him

There's moisture involved, he's practically sculpting your curls, it's art, you're beautiful, everything is wet. This is the life

You basically can't do your own hair anymore, cause this man insists on doing it for you

He's very talented at it, your scalp feels like heaven, and your curls are shiny and bouncy

Some woman at an event dinner tried touching your hair without permission, but Rafayel roughly grabbed her wrist before she could manage

"Do you also touch the artworks at exhibitions? Keep your hands off my wife."

He's kinda obsessed with your bonnets

He loves getting you ones with marine-themed patterns on it

And if you have one with a ribbon, he likes to elaborately tie it for you

You keep telling him he doesn't need to make the bow so intricate, since you're just going to relax, sleep and take it off in the morning, but he insists he likes giving you a cute little decoration

"You look like an adorable jellyfish~"

He can help you do braids as well, but actually prefers the curls and is better at doing them cause wet

Happy to pay for a salon too, if you want to get your hair done

One time a guy asked you "Where are you from?" in a really weird tone, so Rafayel replied "The ocean" and punched the guy in the stomach

Then he grabbed your hand and walked away, cause fuck that guy

Sylus 🥀

Ultimate provider of hair care products

He won't settle for any less than the best for his beloved

Learned how to help do your hair after he saw you painstaikingly maintaining your curls with pruney fingers

It took some effort but he has high standards, and wouldn't let himself not do justice to your beautiful hair

Gives you a massage when applying moisturising products into your hair

Hums a melody while he does so too

It's super relaxing, you can practically fall asleep when he does it

He's not usually one for delicate work—detailed, yes, but not delicate and soft—but for you, learning this skillset isn't an issue

Mentally clutching his heart every time he sees you wearing a bonnet because you're just so cute

If you even look at a picture of braids, he's already looking into salons and pulling out his card—If you wanna get braids done, say less

Anyone who tries to touch your hair is as good as dead

Weird remarks about your appearance? Worse off than dead

This man runs a criminal empire, what's another corpse to the pile

If there's anyone he must kill, it's those who would disrespect his beloved

Caleb 🍎

This guy knows more about your hair texture than you do, honestly

When you were kids, Josephine's idea of a solution was to straighten your hair with an iron and after he saw how your hair looked straightened he was like "Yeah, no way in fuck that's healthy" and got really into hair care

Never allowed granny near your head again, absolutely not

Has learned how to do a bunch of different braid styles to perfection, you don't even need to go to a salon

He hates to think of other people touching your hair, even if they're professionals literally just doing their job

The amount of bonnets you have cause this guy just keeps buying you more

Different colors, different patterns, with and without ribbon

He just really likes seeing you in different bonnets it's like an adorable little fashion show

Also you're wearing something he gave you, that you use regularly, meaning you'll think of him more and he loves that

He once broke a guy's arm after the dude touched your hair without permission

You had to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss your way out of the situation so Caleb wouldn't get arrested but you managed

Now that he's Colonel he can do it without making you worry he'll be arrested

Honestly anyone who's ever been weird about your hair and appearance since Caleb became Colonel has gone missing so

"Don't worry about it, buttercup. They're just worthless trash that had to be taken out~"

#love and deepspace #roach on the typewriter #lads sylus #lads caleb #lads xavier #lads rafayel #lads zayne #lads xavier x reader #lads sylus x reader #lads zayne x reader #lads caleb x you #lads rafayel x reader #lads x reader #lads x black reader #lads fanfic #x black fem reader #lads fluff

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usoinked · 6 days ago

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🖤🥀In Your Bed or Mine (Stalker! Jey Uso X Black Reader)🥀🖤

CW: Toxic…as fuck, Stalking, Sexual Tension, Cheating, Manipulation, Crying (from pleasure duh), 18+ MDNI, Creampie, Pregnancy, Dirty Talk, Squirting, Choking, Paranoia, Mirrors (ifykyk)

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“You look so beautiful when you sleepin’ babygirl,” he muttered softly, his voice a low rasp that sent a shiver down your spine. The sudden sensation of a rough hand gliding across your throat jolted you awake, a jolt of fear and panic. Before you could react, that same hand tightened, and the world seemed to tilt as your air became thin, suffocating you. Your heart raced, each breath becoming more desperate, as your hands shot up to claw at the hand that choked you. But then—nothing.

Your throat was free. Your breaths came in shallow, jagged gasps, and your body was drenched in a cold sweat. You wiped your forehead, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. But even as you opened your eyes, the sense of terror lingered, a visceral reminder of the haunting presence that had been plaguing you since the day you walked away from Jey.

It had been months since you ended things with Jey. Months since you found him lying in bed with another woman, her body sprawled over his, while he slept peacefully with no regard for the years you had spent building a life together. The betrayal had been a gut punch, a dagger to the heart. You had driven hours to surprise him, to bring him flowers, to be the loving fiancée that you thought he still wanted. But instead, you found yourself holding those same flowers as you quietly walked out of his hotel room, your heart shattered and your dignity in tatters.

Four years. An engagement. Talks of a future together—a child, maybe. All of it destroyed in an instant, torn apart by his fleeting need for another woman. You hoped it had been worth it for him. The moment you left his hotel, you made sure to block him on everything. His number. His Instagram. His CashApp. All of it—gone.

But of course, Jey wasn’t ready to let go. His attempts to contact you were relentless, pathetic even. He hit up his twin brother Jimmy, Trin, Solo, and even Jacob, but none of them were willing to tell him anything about where you were. Unbeknownst to him, you’d already briefed Trin and Jon, making sure they knew to keep your whereabouts a secret.

Jacob, however, wasn’t so subtle. When Jey tried to confront him, Jacob laid it on him. “Ayo, man, you crazy as hell. Why the fuck you have another girl in your bed while you got a fiancée?” Jacob’s voice was incredulous, his words biting. “I knew you was dumb, but damn, ian know you was stupid.”

Jey had sat there, stunned before smacking his teeth, his gold grill flashing as he tried to process the reality of his betrayal. He took a swig of whiskey, letting the alcohol burn his throat. But it didn’t matter. The real torment was in his head. His mind was consumed by thoughts of you—what you were doing, who you were with, how his pussy was doing without him. It was sick. Demented. He was spiraling, unable to shake the image of you leaving him, the reality of not being with you anymore.

It didn’t take long for Jey’s desperation to manifest in a series of fake profiles, each one trying to reach you. You knew it was him—the relentless fake pages, the constant barrage of messages. Over 99+ requests from different accounts, each one begging for your forgiveness. And no matter how many times you blocked him, it seemed like he just kept coming back.

Jey’s obsession wasn’t just a matter of texts and fake profiles. No, it went deeper than that. Much deeper. It started subtly at first. You would be at work, minding your own business, trying to focus on the tasks at hand, when you’d feel that strange sensation that someone was watching you. It happened every now and then, a fleeting moment of discomfort, but you would brush it off—until the flowers started showing up.

It wasn’t like before. This time, it was different. Too different. When you’d leave work late, there they would be—another bouquet, tucked carefully into the corner of your car door, waiting for you. The same note: “Thinking of you, beautiful.” You’d stare at the flowers, confused, wondering how the hell he managed to get to you like this. Of course he knew where you worked but you didn’t think he’d be crazy enough to start sending gifts to your job even after you broke things off so you pushed that thought to the back of your mind. But the more you pushed it back, the more you felt like someone was lurking, like he was always there, waiting.

You first realized it wasn’t just random when you saw a familiar figure standing across the street from your office one afternoon, just outside the window. The figure was partially hidden in the shadow of a tree, but the leather jacket, the signature gold grill flashing in the dim light—you knew it was him. Jey. He wasn’t even trying to hide anymore.

Over the next few weeks, things only escalated. It wasn’t just the gifts or the flowers anymore, Jey was showing up everywhere. You started noticing the subtle signs: the unfamiliar car parked across the street from your house at odd hours, the same car that you would see idling in the lot near your job. He’d been watching you from afar, tracking your every move. But it wasn’t just in public spaces. Jey’s presence followed you home.

You froze, your stomach sinking as you noticed an unmarked car across the street. Your heart raced, your hands trembling as you quickly texted Trin, the panic flooding your fingers as you typed in haste.

You: Trin… I think he’s here. I saw him outside the office earlier and there’s an unmarked car across the street. I don’t know what to do.

You waited anxiously, feeling that tight knot in your stomach as the seconds dragged on. Trin’s reply came through, almost instantly.

Trin: Girl, you need to call the cops. For real. You shouldn’t be dealing with this alone. I got you, I’m coming over now, don’t open the door for nobody.

Her response was comforting in a way, but the fear still gnawed at you. The fact that Jey had shown up so openly, and at your job? It made everything seem even worse. The way he was slowly asserting control over your life was suffocating.

But it wasn’t just Trin trying to help you. Jey’s actions were beginning to affect everyone around him—especially his own brother, Jimmy.

After weeks of Jey’s escalating obsession, Jimmy had finally had enough. He had watched his brother spiral further into this unhealthy fixation on you, and the tension between them was becoming unbearable. Jey was talking about you nonstop—texting, calling, talking about “getting you back” in front of anyone who would listen, even though everyone knew the damage had been done. But it wasn’t until Jimmy saw just how far Jey had gone that he finally confronted him.

One evening, after a long night of drinking, the topic came up again, and Jimmy, visibly frustrated, slammed his beer down on the table.

“Yo, Jey,” Jimmy said, his voice low but firm, “you gotta stop this shit, man. This ain’t it. Let her move on bruh. She don’t want you no more. All this stalking, the fake profiles, you harassin’ her with flowers and gifts…that’s creepy, man. You need to let her go.”

Jey stared at him, the alcohol clouding his thoughts but not enough to hide the hurt that flickered in his eyes. “What? Nah, you don’t get it! She still loves me bruh. I know she does. I can feel it. She just need time, time to think shit over,” Jey responded, the words coming out more like a defense than a conviction.

Jimmy scoffed, shaking his head. “You’re delusional, bruh. She left you. You fucked up. That was on you! You had her, all of it—engaged, talking kids, all that—and you threw it away for a piece of ass. Ain’t no coming back from that. You gotta stop gaslighting her into thinkin’ it’s her fault. She deserve better. You need to let her go.”

There was a long silence, and you could see the reality hit Jey for the first time. His eyes shifted, flicking to the ground like he was trying to process what Jimmy was saying. But then, in true Jey fashion, he brushed it off with a quick dismissive grunt.

“Nah, I can’t. I’m not just finna let her go. I know I fucked up but I want my girl back.” He said putting a heavy emphasis on the possessive phrase. “Four years bruh, that shit mean somethin’ to me.”

“Bruh, yo ass was the one who cheated on her. It ain’t mean much, you need help,” Jimmy muttered, shaking his head. “This obsession you got? It’s toxic. Let it go before it gets worse. Before you really lose her for good.”

But Jey didn’t want to hear it. He never did. Jimmy sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring at his brother like he was a stranger.

“You makin’ a fool of yourself. She’s not comin’ back. And you just makin’ it worse for yourself by doin’ this crazy shit. You needa stop.”

Later that evening, after the confrontation with Jimmy, Jey wasn’t about to give up. He wasn’t ready to face reality. Instead, he doubled down on his pursuit of you—continuing the fake profile, sending more gifts, and escalating his manipulation. It was his way of telling himself he hadn’t lost. But deep down, there was that nagging voice of truth that Jimmy planted in his mind, one that made him uncomfortable but one that he refused to acknowledge.

Trin: Don’t worry, I’m at the door now. You safe, girl. We’ll handle this. You ain’t alone in this. We’re gonna get you through this.

When Trin finally showed up at your door that night, she wrapped you in her arms, comforting you in a way that only a best friend could. But there was still that lingering fear. The gnawing feeling that Jey wouldn’t stop, not until he had you back. The thought that no matter how many blocks you put up, he’d find a way through them all.

And the worst part was—Jey knew he had control over your emotions. He was playing the long game, weaving a web of manipulation, guilt, and gaslighting, keeping you confused and uncertain about everything. Even after all this, you were left questioning what you could do to truly get away from him. Would he ever leave you alone? Would you ever be safe?

Jey has never hurt you but the thought of what he was capable of had you terrified. Stalking you and claiming ownership of you made the hairs on your skin stand on end, because it meant he would always be there, no matter what. But in a different way. This wasn’t in a loving way, it didn’t feel like it, it was possessive. It was twisted.

Although Trin urged you to call the police you couldn’t, you didn’t want this to blow up any further than it already had. Despite Jey acting like this, you didn’t wanna jeopardize his career even though he was jeopardizing your safety just about. You still tried to convince yourself that he would stop and eventually just give up and move on once he saw that you really had no intention of getting back together with him. You were able to convince Trin that you were okay and you would get some sleep, you changed the locks your house and had an alarm system so everything would be fine. Though she was reluctant to leave, she reassured you to call her and Jon if anything had went down and they’d be over as fast as their legs and black SUV would take them. With the click of the lock and the dimming of the light, you had managed to actually have a somewhat peaceful night. Nothing occurred. Nothing was out of place and the nightmare you had was too dull for you to remember.

Work the next day was grueling and the paperwork felt endless. But like the workhorse you were, you got it done. You were too busy to notice that there was no unmarked black car outside of your work, nor were there any more message attempts from random accounts. They all seemed to just…cease. But as work came to a close, you…weren’t really trusting that. While it seemed great that it stopped…did it really though?

You kept a close eye on your surroundings when you left for the night, but nothing seemed to be amiss—until you reached your car. There was a strange feeling in the air. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. As you approached your car, you noticed something odd. The passenger door was slightly ajar. You could have sworn you locked it, but now, it was open, just a crack.

Your heart stopped as you took a step closer. That was when you heard the faintest sound—a click, almost imperceptible, but it was enough to send a wave of dread through you. The air around you grew colder as you slammed the door shut and locked it again, glancing around. No one was there. But you already knew.

That night, when you got home, you tried to relax. You showered, ate dinner, and eventually fell asleep on the couch. You had set the alarm system on your house—a system you thought was foolproof. But you didn’t realize until much later that Jey had figured out a way to disable it. Somehow, he’d found a way in, to sneak around your house without detection.

The first time you woke up in the middle of the night, your mind confused, your body stiff with panic, you had no idea why. You glanced at the clock—3:42 AM. Everything was still, eerily so. But then your gaze fell to the window. The faintest shadow was visible in the corner of your eye. Your blood ran cold. It wasn’t a trick of the light. You could see him. Jey, standing just outside your window, looking into your bedroom. You could feel his eyes burning through the darkness. A sick feeling crawled up your spine.

He was watching you sleep.

You scrambled out of bed, your chest tightening as your heart raced. He was gone when you rushed to the window, but you could feel the presence lingering in the air, thick with his obsession. Your alarm system had been disabled, and you hadn’t heard a sound. How long had he been there? How often had he done this?

One evening, you got home to an odd feeling in your gut. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up once again as you approached your front door. You noticed the slight creak of the door handle. He’d been inside. You couldn’t prove it, but there was a faint, unfamiliar scent lingering in the air—a cheap cologne mixed with something else. You checked your alarm system. It had been off again.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, there were small things that didn’t sit right. A misplaced mug on the kitchen counter. A piece of paper moved slightly to the left. It was as if he’d been inside, sitting there, just waiting. Watching.

Every night, you’d double-check the system before you went to bed. But every morning, without fail, you’d find it off again. Your pulse quickened as you realized—Jey had been creeping through your home, and somehow he knew how to turn your security system off, but you had no idea how. It wasn’t just the fact that he was inside your space. It was the terror of knowing he could get in without you knowing, that he could come and go as he pleased.

But the worst came when you woke up one night to the sound of faint footsteps. Barely audible, but undeniable. Your body was stiff with fear as your eyes snapped open. You felt that same panic grip you—the feeling that someone was in the room with you.

The darkness of the room was suffocating, the kind of silence that pressed against your eardrums. You lay still, breathing shallowly, praying your heart wouldn’t give you away. The footsteps came again, even quieter this time, like someone testing the floorboards, making sure they didn’t creak. Your skin prickled with the unmistakable sensation of being watched as you heard the sound of your door click and slowly open, creaking just slightly.

Your mind screamed for you to move, to shout, to do anything, but your body refused to cooperate, frozen under the weight of pure terror. You swallowed thickly, the taste of fear sharp on your tongue, as the air around you grew heavier. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you slammed your eyes shut pretending to be asleep.

Then, out of nowhere, a low, cold voice sliced through the dark.

“I know you ain’t sleep mama.”

Your heart stopped. You tried to breathe, to keep your face neutral, but the tremor in your chest betrayed you. You hadn’t even dared to open your eyes, but somehow, he knew. Slowly, you felt something warm and rough brush against your throat—fingers. His fingers, impossibly close, sliding across your skin in a slow, deliberate caress.

Terror clawed at your insides as his hand rested gently around your neck, not yet tight, but enough to remind you that he was in control. You didn’t dare to move, didn’t dare to let him know that you were awake, hoping that if you played dead long enough, he’d disappear. But you knew, deep down, it wouldn’t be that simple.

“Don’t pretend,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “’m sorry. For bein’ unfaithful, breakin’ your heart, allat shit. I wanna make it up to you.” His hands slid down to your chest before creeping back up to your neck, his fingers brushing ever so slightly.

You barely had time to react before you felt the other side of the bed dip, the covers lifting for a second only to settle again—this time, weighed down by something—or rather, someone as he replaced the emptiness beside you.

His fingers tightened around your neck, just a warning, but you could feel the tension in his grip, in his jaw, as his frustration grew with your silence. He seemed to savor the way your body betrayed you, shivering under his touch.

“But I just want you to know,” he whispered, his voice low, practically a growl, “whether it’s in your bed…” He gave another firm squeeze, just enough to leave a mark. “…or mine…I’ll always be here. Don’t matter if you know it or not.”

Your heart skipped a beat. It was like his words didn’t just hang in the air—they latched onto you. The room seemed to freeze. The weight of what he had just said settled, and it hit you all at once. And before you knew it, tears welled up in your eyes, your voice shook as you finally found the strength to speak. “G-Get the fuck out Jey…let go of m-me and l-leave.” You said which only earned you more suffocation as his fingers squeezed around your throat. “Wrong choice of words babygirl.” He said eyeing you up and down, you could feel his eyes practically piercing you before soon enough you felt his breath on your neck as his face sunk into your shoulder. His other hand wrapped itself around your body under the covers and you could feel his length press up against your back signifying his dominance over you. “You know I’m not finna do that, leave and let you go, let this go. It’s not bout to happen….but I’ll play a lil game witchu. Let me make love to you, one last time. We go two rounds, if you can last at least one of ’em without cummin’ on me, I’ll respect yo space. The boundaries you got. And I’ll leave this house. But if you lose” he trailed before planting a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear. “This right here? This forever. You hear me? That mean you and me, ain’t no steppin’ out, I meant that shit. ‘m sorry, you can forget about allat other shit. But you stayin’ wimme. That go for you too though, you ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

“I don’t want to play no fucking game, you’ve played enough games behind my back having a whole ass affair on me while I was engaged to you.” You said finally letting your anger show. “I know Y/N, and ‘m sorry f’real. Deadass. One last time and I’ll leave you alone…as long as you win, I’ll even turn that alarm system back on. Leave you secure and comfortable” he said, before planting a soft kiss on your neck. You hesitated but if this was the game he wanted to play, you would do your damnest to win it to get him to leave. One last time. You told yourself, just one last time. One game. You scoffed not looking at him. “When I win, I want you to get the fuck out of my house. I don’t wanna hear shit from you Joshua, nothing at all.” You commented before a smirk made its way across Jey’s face. “Okay…you got it, I wantchu to keep this same energy though when you lose though” he said as his hand slowly traveled down towards your waist band, taking its time rubbing across your stomach. “That future we talked about, I wantchu to know I meant that shit too ma” he said before his hands lowered, finding their way inside your pants and under your pants before reaching your clit. “Been missin’ her and I know she’s been missin’ me too” he cooed before lowering his fingers further before slipping one of them inside of you slowly getting a soft whimper from you in response. You hadn’t been stretched in a while but something about the way he soothed you afterwards made your body relax. “I know baby, just relax we gon’ get her there” he said before adding another finger and pumping them back and forth slowly…at first.

The quicker he noticed you got use to the feeling and that your hips began to thrust against his fingers, he took the hint and sank his fingers deeper before curling them slightly. A gasp escaped your lips as your breathing became more shallow from the build up taking place until you suddenly let out a loud moan the moment his fingers brushed up against that spot that made you see stars. “J-Jey!”

“Mhm, ‘m still right here mama” he said, his fingers curling around that spot even further causing you to throw your head back as your legs shook. Your eyes were starting to roll back as your lashes fluttered as you struggled to keep your eyes fully open.

As your moans became breathless and your body shook, the wetness between your legs becoming more and more apparent. You couldn’t help but lean your head back against his as you fought the urge to cum with every bone in your body but his fingers just knew their way around every crevasse. The way they moved. How they gathered around the spot that drove you over the edge. No coherent thought. No common sense. Nothing except the feeling of pleasure completely forgetting that this is the same man who had you in utter fear for the past few months. You couldn’t deny how he made you feel in the bedroom. It was sick. It was fucked up but you still couldn’t find the sense the care, not while he was doing this.

“How you feelin’ mama?” He coarsed into your ear as he curled his fingers knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle it. “F-Fuck!” You let out as he brushed over the same spot again. And again. He knew exactly what he was doing, and as much as you tried to remain strong your legs were becoming jelly and the build to your orgasm was becoming too intense, too much to handle. So much so that your hands found themselves clinging desperately to Jey’s, the one that was still so threateningly wrapped around your throat. But god when his breath found its way to your ear, it was like he had full control over you. “Got yo ass huh? You’n really want me to go do you? Not when yo shit wrapped around my fingers like this” he was so cocky about it but he wasn’t wrong. Your pussy gripped his fingers like no tomorrow and your juices were covering damn near his whole hand, leaking onto the sheets. “Fall apart for me mama, I’ll be right here to catch you” he said as he curled his fingers more suddenly, and that sent you over the edge as your hips bucked and your juices spilled all over his hand and the sheets under you. A loud moan escaped you as your body jolted, the after shocks of your orgasm hitting you directly with Jey’s hand sliding up from your neck, curling around your chin turning your face towards his giving you a desperate kiss. The kiss was of sheer need and dominance, the way his tongue slid across yours as you reciprocated while shaking gave him all the confirmation he needed. You weren’t going anywhere. The metal from his grills and your tongue crossed paths several times and each time you felt yourself sinking further and further into his games. “You got one more chance, you know. Don’t blow it this time though, you know what happens if you lose” he said after pulling away from the kiss and unbuckling his pants before you suddenly felt the thickness of his length hit against your ass. If this wasn’t a game and you were on good terms, normally you would’ve melted at the feeling. But now wasn’t the time to relish in this, you really wanted him gone, to leave you alone after what he did, you didn’t want to believe a word he was saying yet your body just wouldn’t agree with you. It was listening to Jey and every word he said.

Jey removed the covers before turning your body towards the foot of the bed where not only he had a full view but so did you because he positioned you right in front of your vanity mirror. The realization didn’t hit you until he had pushed your upper body towards the covers and brought your ass up to his waist. But before you could say anything, all you felt was your insides expand from his girth, a moan leaving your lips as he bottomed out inside of you. Before you knew it, your face was in your sheets as he gave you back shots with the upmost precision. One hand pressing down on the back of your neck while the other was wrapped around your waist pulling it towards him with each thrust. His strokes started off slow before gradually speeding up causing your moans to also grow louder from the pressure beginning to build in your core. Your pussy was throbbing and you had tears aching to fall from the corner of your eyes and you didn’t know if it was from the pleasure you were receiving down below or from the fact that you knew this was your last chance at this sick game. You couldn’t differ between the two. Your mind couldn’t but your body answered for you as your pussy clenched around Jey’s dick like a vice earning a grunt from him in response.

“You thought I was finna go somewhere, when you crumblin’ under me like this, throbbing and damn near cryin’? Look at chu” he said gripping a few of your box braids forcing you to look up at the mirror in front of you. It was embarassing. Your stalker of an ex was drilling your insides, in your house, in front of your mirror and you couldn’t help but love it. This was nothing short of insanity. Dangerous even. Because of how possessive he was being over you even though he was the one who was unfaithful. And worst of all, you were letting him because you couldn’t get enough of the feeling. The thrill of it all. Your eyes were watering, your braids swaying back and forth from the force of his thrusts, your juices dripped onto the bed each time his dick pushed in and pulled out of you. Sweat gathered at your temple from the activities you were engaging in and Jey’s eyes stared back at you but they didn’t have an ounce of light in them. They were dark and hungry. “You look so beautiful, Y/N, never doing that shit again. Keep arching just like that f’me, god damn girl” he praised, as the sounds of his skin meeting yours and both your moans filled the atmosphere. You wanted to look away so bad, the way you gripped the sheets as your chest was pressed against the covers, nothing but your cleavage being visible as your ass was in the air sent your mind spinning. You wanted to look away so bad but he made sure you stayed right there. He wanted you to watch how your body reacted just as he did. Though your mind was already spinning, your core and your insides couldn’t help but squeeze around Jey. His dick completely filling you, his voice low and rough as he spoke so you knew he meant every word. You couldn’t help the way your pussy tightened around him, everything he was doing to your body including the praise was driving you mad. This was so wrong, but the way he made your body answer to his every need felt so right. “J-Josh” you let his name slip knowing it would get his attention but you couldn’t form a sentence after that. Losing the game slowly became an after thought the more his voice and his body responded to yours. “I know babygirl, ‘m almost there too. You knew you wasn’t gon win wimme, you might as well let it go. Make a mess on me mama” he commanded and even though you nodded no trying to be stubborn, you should’ve known better that wouldn’t work. All it took was for his dick to kiss your cervix one last time before you came undone squirting all over his dick and the sheets beneath you. The tension was too much and you couldn’t hold it in any longer and Jey couldn’t either because just as you finished all you could feel was his muscular tatted arms wrapping around you as you felt his warm load pool around inside of you. You knew how risky it was but you still found yourself moaning his name again anyway as you heard his drawn out moan against your ear. The space between you both no longer existing as his body clung to yours like his life depended on it.

As you both came down from your high, it was Jey who spoke first. “You ain’t last baby, you know what that mean beautiful.” He said and although you knew you agreed to it your mind raced. You were scared and the thought of him being unfaithful again after doing all of this, terrified you.

A couple weeks later, the two pink lines you stared at on the pregnancy stick before you had, made you uneasy. Not only were you still paranoid but that future you talked about with Jey was becoming reality. You were pregnant with his child and he had gotten exactly what he wanted. But it wasn’t all so bad, he was showering you with love, affection, and the moment you told him you were pregnant he was practically in tears. Him picking you up and reminding you that you were his and the promising future of a family was both yours to share made you happy but it also sent chills down your spine because you and him were connected for life now.

The nursery was already being planned, and his hand never strayed far from your belly. At night, he whispered dreams of your baby’s laugh, the first steps, birthday candles. You wanted to believe in it, in him. And maybe, part of you did.

But sometimes, when he thought you were asleep, you’d catch him on the phone — whispering, pacing, too quiet for you to hear the words. Sometimes, you’d swear you saw something shift in his eyes when he looked at you, like he knew something you didn’t. And that only made you wonder. He got what he wanted, what about you?

Taglist: @mselenalovebug @marsstyles @binnieaddict @luvrgirl4roman @empressdede @sheaabuttaababyy @punksyeet @uceyliyahh @isabella-2025

Divider Credits: @anitalenia

A/N: Phew I’m back from Japan and I finished this while on the plane…I hope y’all like it sorry I haven’t written in a while😭

#wwe #fanfic #18+ mdni #smut #wwe fanfiction #wwe fandom #black reader #jey uso #crazy #unhinged #dark romance

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kurishiri · 9 months ago

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ikémen villains content warning list .ᐟ

this is a work-in-progress compilation of complete content warnings per route (because ikévil tends to underwarn a bit maybe to avoid spoilers) that will be updated as we go. please let me know if I missed anything, regardless if it says ‘work in progress’ or not, or pitch in with warnings. ♡ and ↻ are appreciated!

some of the ikévil routes contain sensitive themes that may be triggering. so please remember to take care of yourself while reading 🫶

GENERAL ༉‧₊˚. 🕊️

canon-typical violence, (minor but named) character death, depictions of murder, sexually explicit content.

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WILLIAM REX ༉‧₊˚. 🍓

near death experience, drug abuse, sexual coercion (not by love interest), corruption, romanticization of death.

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HARRISON GRAY ༉‧₊˚. 🦊

corruption of the police and higher-ups, mentions of human trafficking, coercion to commit crimes, mentions of kidnapping.

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LIAM EVANS ༉‧₊˚. 🐈

attempted suicide, suicide and suicidal ideation, depression, anxiety, implied self-harm, mentions of child abuse (physical and emotional), fire, severe burn wounds, human trafficking, mental breakdowns.

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ELBERT GREETIA ༉‧₊˚. 🍎

objectification both by and against love interest, mentions of sexual assault or rape (not by love interest), domestic abuse, attempted child sexual assault, pedophilia, obsessive and possessive behavior, stalkerish behavior, grooming, non-consensual touching, depicted suicide, self-harm, mental breakdowns, mentions of animal death, kidnapping, mentions of human trafficking.

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ALFONS SYLVATICA ༉‧₊˚. 🪞

description of children’s corpses, symptoms of depression, topics of mortality, attempted suicide, near death experience, self-harm, mental manipulation (?), dub-con: having sexual intercourse while one has “consented” in an intoxicated state or under the influence of a curse, (perceived) non-con, mentions of drug abuse and the effects of drugs, mentions of child abuse or labor, implied animal torture and death.

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ELLIS TWILIGHT ༉‧₊˚. ⛓️ —— warnings provided by @myusuchaa !!

romanticization of murder and death, family murder and death, suppressed emotions, emotional disconnect, people pleasing, attempted kidnapping, negative treatment of disabilities, coercion, child trafficking, gang activity.

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ROGER BAREL ༉‧₊˚. 🍻

a loott of alcohol consumption, drug usage or abuse (recreational drug use), cult activity, near/death experience of a side character, dub-con, self-harm especially in the past.

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JUDE JAZZA ༉‧₊˚. ⌛️ —— warnings provided by @judesmoonbeauty !!

smoking, torture, mentions of drugs and human trafficking, neglect and child abuse, mentions of a child’s death and the death of a family member.

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VICTOR ༉‧₊˚. 💀 —— w.i.p. !!

(t. b. a.)

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cazshmere · 10 months ago

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💙 MATERIALIST 💙

Observations :

1. Astrology Observations Pt. 1 🧿

2. Astrology Observations Pt. 2 🧿

3. Astrology Observations Pt. 3🧿

4. Astrology Observations Pt. 4🧿

5.Synastry Observations Pt. 1 💌

6. Synastry Observations Pt. 2 💌

7. Astrology Observations Pt. 5🧿

8. Astrology Observations Pt. 6 (18+)🧿

9. 8th House sign in the Natal Chart and what you fear 🧿

10. Advice and Support for the Moon Signs🧿

11. Astrology Observations Pt. 7🧿

12. Predicting the way you might get proposed to with the help of derivative astrology 🧿

13. Astrology Placements & Aspects that attract stalkers or obsessive people🧿

14. Astrology Observations Pt. 8🧿

15. Destiny Matrix : The energy you must embody for genuine happiness 🧿

16. Synastry Observations Pt. 3 💌

17. 12th House Sign in the Natal Chart and How you can Heal and Find Closure from Past Wounds 🧿

18. Saturn in the Houses : Where Karma Has Your Back 🪐

19. Astrology Observations Pt. 9🧿

20. Moon Signs and the Trap of Manipulation 🎭

21. Saturn & Distance: Where Life Feels Delayed or Out of Reach🧿

Synastry Overlays :

1. Sun Overlays 💛

2. Mars Overlays ❤️‍🔥

3. Venus Overlays 💖

4. 12th House Synastry and the Blockages Faced in a Relationship (Planet Overlays) 🩵

5. My fave synastry aspects and overlays 💜

Asteroids :

1. Asteroid Lust [4386] in Synastry 🔥

2. Asteroid Groom (51299) and Asteroid Briede (19029) in the houses and how/where you can meet your spouse 💍

3. Asteroid Kleopatra (216) in the houses and where you can use your charm and claim your power to make things work out for you ⚜️

4. Lilith in the Houses and What We Feel Ashamed Of 🥀

Signs in the Houses :

1. Virgo in the Houses and What You’re Particular About🪴

#materialist #guide #astrology #cazshmere

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redr0sewrites · 9 months ago

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Hihi! You are amazing! I’m obsessed with your DC work! What do you think the batfams favorite date activity is with they partner

🥀A/n: AAA TYY! i love this request sm- sorry it took me a hot minute to reply i am still fighting off writers block (but im winning)

🥀Cw: fluff, reader is gn, little suggestive in Bruce's part

Character(s): Dick Grayson x reader, Jason Todd x reader, Bruce Wayne x reader, Tim Drake x reader

Dick Grayson:

Dick is a somewhat social person, and i feel like he would enjoy dates that allow him to show you off. definitely prefers to go out rather than stay home!

i also think he's a little adventurous, so he's the type to enjoy theme park dates or something along those lines. loves when you're excited and just wants to make you happy

he really likes enjoying thrills with you, so he definitely wants to take you on a roller coaster at least once. he's definitely teasing you a bit if you get scared, but he thinks it's adorable if you cling to him

i also think Dick would enjoy shopping dates or just going to the mall because, again, they are very social and give him the opportunity to spoil you! he loves walking around with you, holding hands and swinging his arm and pointing out interesting things. definitely an avid window shopper, but will buy you anything you want. he also loves flirting with you in public, so expect more than a few kisses

roller skating or ice skating dates!!!! this is just a personal hc but i think Dick is like SO good at skating its uncanny. he would love to take you skating, its just so silly in his eyes and he loves being close to you.

if you (like myself) are not a talented skater, he offers to teach you but ends up teasing you a little and pulls you into the center of the rink just to mess with you. definitely challenges you to a race only to laugh at you if you fall (he helps you up tho and then genuinely teaches you)

if you are a talented skater, Dick loves trying to go as fast as you both possibly can. he's pulling you alongside him and twirling into the center of the rink as though you both are professionals, and kisses you with the most main-character energy ever

if you're ice skating and you get cold, he is absolutely offering you his jacket. he thinks it's adorable when you're cheeks get all rosy from the cold

i also think Dick is a bit of a hopeless romantic, and would want to take you out to a very cliche and aesthetic dinner. he's taking you to the best of the best, he loves dressing up just for you and spoiling you with the best food. he would meet you at your door with an entire bouquet of your favorite flowers, a cheery smile on his face in a gorgeous suit and tie. he'd definitely convince beg Bruce to let him borrow one of his cars, so Dick is driving you to dinner in the fanciest vehicle you've ever laid eyes on. once you both arrive at the restaurant, Dick REFUSES to let you do anything for yourself. he's suddenly your knight in shining armor, opening every door for you and pulling out your chair for you to sit. he's rented out the entire rooftop of the restaurant, treating you to a beautiful candlelight dinner under the stars. he's genuinely so cheesy, but in the absolute sweetest way.

Jason Todd:

Jason is a bit more introverted than Dick and would prefer to stay home a bit more. he prefers dates that don't require a lot of energy, and he just gets to spend time with you

reading dates! definitely takes you to a library or a bookstore and reads with you all day. he'll pick out a book he thinks you'll like and vice versa, and then you both spend the rest of the day cuddled up in some nook reading together.

Jason loves talking to you about books and would read anything you recommend him. a lot of the time during these dates you both will end up reading the same book, with you curled up on his lap. he always checks to make sure you're ready before turning the page, and loves getting to hold you close.

similiar to this, i also think Jason would enjoy reading to you. he loves curling up with you in bed, and reading to you while you lay on top of his chest

cafe dates are definitely another favorite of his. Jason likes getting to sit with you over a cup of coffee and just talk about any and everything. you are truly his favorite person to be around, and even when it's mundane he still enjoys your company

this may be mundane, but grocery shopping with you is unironically one of his favorite dates. Jason loves helping you with domestic chores, and he loves how you take his opinions into consideration as well. its just a simple reminder that you both are a team, and you make even simple tasks worth living. Jason loves it even more if you both live together, and will occasionally smeak your favorite foods into the cart because he knows you won't indulge yourself otherwise

park dates, but only when it's not too crowded. i also see him as a fan of taking nature walks or hiking with you, just holding your hand and enjoying the scenery. loves sitting at the park with your head in his lap, listening to you ramble on and on while he admires you. would definitely pick flowers to make you a little bouquet!

gym dates, but not in a douchey gym bro way, moreso in a let's enjoy eachothers company type of way. he would never push you to workout or exercise, but he does enjoy spending time with you. he's happy to spot you in any of your workouts, and his presence definitely keeps creeps away!

finally, his last ideal date would be a picnic under the stars. whether this be at the park or on a rooftop, he loves staying up late with you and enjoying the view. after a particularly rough patrol, Jason loves just sitting with you under the stars and talking to you about any and everything on his mind. you truly are his comfort zone, and he likes his dates to express that

Bruce Wayne:

Bruce is definitely very classy, and enjoys bringing you to various gala's and parties. he loves when you dress fancy, and getting to show you off to all the fellow business people at these gatherings is certainly a bonus.

along with this, Bruce loves spoiling you. i think he's the type to take you out shopping to fancy stores you could never imagine yourself entering otherwise, buying you hundres of dollars worth of gorgeous formal wear, jewelry, and shoes. i also think he'd take you lingerie shopping, and would fund anything you wanted to buy- as long as you showed it to him... he's definitely watching you have a little fashion show in the dressing room

loves taking you to high end restaurants, elegant and classy through and through. dressed to the nines and in his nicest cologne, he always courts you like a gentleman. he doesn't care about the public eye at all, and a photo of billionaire playboy Brucie Wayne and his partner kissing in Gotham's most famous restaurant is definitely making its way into the papers.

Bruce would definitely take you to a winery or a wine tasting festival as a date. (i've personally never been, but he absolutely gives off these vibes). he'll buy you the fanciest, most expensive red wine at the venue and, while he stays sober to drive, he definitely shared a glass with you once your both home

for a more lowkey date, Bruce would definitely love to take you to the beach. just a soothing afternoon on a private island with crystal clear waters and the sun in the sky. i headcanon that he's the type to burn very easily in the sun so he'd definitely appreciate if you applied his sunscreen for him. definitely carries you into the ocean and throws you in- only to jump in after you. while he doesn't get to relax very often, he definitely enjoys the quality time spent with you.

Bruce would love to take you to theatre performances or shows of the similar variety! whether it's a famous ballet or a musical performance, there's something so lovely and romantic about him taking you to go see whatever your heart desires. he always gets great tickets too, with the best view.

Bruce overworks a lot, and i feel like there are times when he's practically glued to the batcomputer, unable to pull away from his work. during these times its best to distract him eith a selfcare date, which, while simple, is heavily appreciated by him. doing facemasks together and giving him a massage is the perfect opportunity for him to unwind, and he appreciates you endlessly for guiding him to rest.

movie nights!!!! wayne manor doesn't have a movie theatre for nothing. Bruce very rarely gets a night off, but when he does he spends it curled up with you watching your favorite films. theres something so domestic about it, and he finds it adorable when you fall asleep on him

all in all, i feel like Bruce would enjoy a wide variety of dates. a lot of his preferred dates would probably just be whatever you want to do, and he's very flexible when it comes to your schedule. he cares about you a lot, and your input is important.

Tim Drake:

arcade dates- i said what i said. its my own personal headcanon that Tim is like insanely skilled at any type of video game or puzzle, so arcades are a very fitting date for you both. Tim loves getting to win you prizes and show off his skills. he is insanely strategical about anything, even something as simple as the claw machine, and somehow he always wins. you swear he's blessed by the arcade gods or something but, hey, you aren't complaining, not when you're carrying at least 6 plushies he's won for you!

sleepovers, except neither of you are doing much sleeping. Tim is a horrible workaholic and insomniac, but having you nearby helps to ease his mind. he loves just cuddling you while he works, soothing his stress and eventually helping him doze off. loves falling asleep on your chest or being the little spoon, theres something so cozy about being taken care of that just eases him right to sleep.

aquarium dates! he loooves going to the aquarium with you and looking at all of the unique fish and marine life. takes a lot of candid photos of you admiring the fish, and listens to you ramble about all of your marine knowledge (if u didn't have a marine biology hyperfixation as a kid are you even real? /j). he thinks its endearing how excited you get, and certainly enjoys watching the animals. i think his favorites would be the octopus exhibit or the penguin exhibit, but don't ask me why. i also think he's a huge fan of botanical garden dates or just gardens in general.

study dates! Tim isn't a natural at studying (same tbh) so he's a bit unsure about the idea of studying alongside you, but grows to love it. he would help you make flashcards or practice, and in return you help him with cases and red robin related work.

coffee shop or caffe dates! unlike Bruce, Tim cares a bit more about the press and his image so he would probably choose a more private area to dine with you. he loves getting brunch with you when taking a break from work, and seperating himself from the stressors of the day. it makes him feel almost civilian, and he loves getting to spend time with you

definitely takes you to all of Wayne Enterprises galas and events. he used to hate them, but now that you're by his side he begins to enjoy them just a bit more. getting to see you all dressed up is certainly a bonus, and he feels pride in knowing that your his and he's yours. brags about you endlessly to lots of other business people and fucking LOVES matching outfits with you. you cannot tell me this man would not match his tie to your outfit. he loves it.

another one whos a fan of movie marathons, and will try to pull an all nighter with you. you both always try to compete to see who can stay up the longest, but he wins most of the time. Tim is also absolutely eating like all of the snacks, and loves stealing your food. he's a (lovable) little shit

art show or museum dates- Tim adores these type of dates. there's something both so romantic and so casual about admiring the beautiful artwork with you by his side, and he loves discussing your favorite pieces. he takes a lot of photographs and just loves looking at all of the exhibits. if theres any romance paintings he kisses you in fromt of them and blushes like crazy. he's a romantic at heart.

overall, dates with Tim aren't very high energy, but they're very romance oriented. he's very expressive about his love for you and wants you to know his feelings are genuine

AA HOPE U ENJOYED! this took way too long and got a lot longer than expected tbh- i love them all so much aaaaaa- PLEEEASE SEND IN SOME DC REQUESTS ESP (but not limited to) FOR TIM I LITERALLY HAVE NONE 😭

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