#and im kind of out of touch with how my emotions sit in my body

[princesssarcastia]

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[anemhoez]

The General…

Jiyan/AFAB Reader/Rover

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, language, slight breeding

A/N: *clawing at the walls* JIIIIYAAAAAAAN!! is it just me or did they make this mf TOO hot?! is that a thing?!?! everytime i see him i just *chokes self* i need a cold shower hehehe

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

With the upcoming battle against the Threnodian threat and the dangers that would arise, General Jiyan was more concerned than ever. You found him pacing in his makeshift office, a small room in an abandoned warehouse that he and his army moved into to have a place for medical staff and equipment. “General? You asked to see me?” you questioned softly once walking in, hoping not to disturb him in whatever he was doing. “Yes, thank you for coming Rover, please sit.” his voice was more gentle with you then when he spoke to his subordinates. “I want to reiterate just how dangerous the upcoming battle will be, the crownless is ruthless.” he spoke with concern heavy in his voice. Your face stayed stoic as you nodded, “I know general, but im one hundred percent committed to this fight, i won’t falter.”

Jiyan smiled at your resolve, “I’m honored to have a soldier like you by my side, thank you.” he said with a small sigh. He stretched his neck with a deep groan, bringing a hand to soothe the aching muscle. “Are you alright general?” you stood up quickly, moving over to observe him more closely. His amber eyes met yours, “Yes, i’m fine, just a bit stressed, nothing out of the ordinary.” he leaned against the dusty table he used to revise plans with the troops. You reached out, touching his forehead with the back of your hand to check his temperature. “You’re not very warm, do you want me to fetch some vitamin packets from the infirmary?” He shook his head, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “I’m fine really, please dont worry about me, there’s more pressing matters to attend to.” he reassured you with his never ending resolve. “Alright but, at least take some time to relax, even if just for a little bit,” you cocked your head to the side, observing his demeanor, “what do you normally do to de-stress?”

The general before you seemed to light up suddenly at your question. “Well, I like to spar with the new recruits, take long walks or,” he stopped when he noticed your proximity. You had moved closer to him, your heavenly scent hit him harder than it should have, and he inhaled deeply. He looked down at you, his intense stare causing your stomach to stir, “I also like to have sex when I’m stressed.”

If you hadnt already been in a trance by his stare, his words would have definitely done the trick. You gulped audibly, “Oh?! Of course you do- ah i mean to say that’s a good stress reliever- I’m not saying that you’re some kind of degenerate or anything!” Jiyan actually laughed hard at your words, the first time you’ve ever seen such emotion since being around him. Your face got hot, worried you had overstepped, “Forgive me general, it’s been a while for me so the topic is kind of, gods why am i so awkward?!” you asked yourself out loud, your body absentmindedly walking towards the door.

The general turned to sit at his desk, his large lap looking as inviting as ever. “It’s actually been a while for me too, I never have time for myself, let alone someone else.” his eyes followed you as he spoke, hoping he hadn’t made you uncomfortable in any way. But as soon as you closed the door and locked it, his need and desire began to grow. You mustered up all your courage and sighed, “General, I’m more than willing to help you,” your voice was soft as your hands came to remove your top. Without a word, Jiyan took you by the waist bringing you to sit on his lap.

Your lips collided in a frenzied kiss, his strong grip and dominance over you caused your head to spin. His gloved hand adorned with claws squeezed your breasts one after the other, while his other hand rested at your back. When you finally pulled away, he made quick work of your bra, pulling it down so he could suck and bite at your sensitive flesh. He was so rough with you, his eager and desperate hands gripped you tightly, sure to leave bruises in their wake. He pulled away from you briefly, only to place you on top of the desk.

“Forgive me, for being so rough with you,” his hands were softer now, more gentle as they rubbed up your exposed thighs. “Dont be, please use me however you like,” you pleaded and took one of his hands and brought it between your legs. He sighed at your warmth, taking his bottom lip between his teeth he growled, feeling your wetness through your underwear. “Fuck,” he cursed into your mouth, your tongues soon meeting in another passionate kiss that made you dizzy. Jiyan finally lifted up your skirt to your belly and pulled your underwear down, sitting back in his chair and making himself comfortable before leaning down to slot between your legs.

You arched your back sharply, feeling his tongue glide up from your entrance to your clit. He moaned deep, practically growling as he tasted you. You looked down at the sight of the general making a mess of you, greedily licking and slurping, driving you feral with his tongue. Your fingers grabbed at his hair, tugging and pulling him impossibly closer. “General,” you huffed, his long tongue fucking in and out of your sopping hole viciously. “Fuck!” you yelped, shaking in his grasp as you came hard, the lack of touch the past few months making you a whiny, trembling mess within seconds. He continued however, determined to get you to come as many times as he liked. He sucked on your clit, releasing you from his grasp only to remove his bracers and gloves. He inserted two fingers inside of you, keeping the brutal pace of his tongue against you while he curved and pumped his fingers in and out. You huffed and moaned, the overstimulation wracking your body again and again as the general teased your spot over snd over with his long thick fingers. “Please! Please just fuck me!” you begged as you tugged on his ponytail, needing the onslaught on your pussy to stop.

When he finally pulled away, his mouth was glistening with your essence and he licked his lips greedily, moving in for a kiss. “You’re incredible,” he whispered gruffly as he undid his pants quickly, shimmying himself out of his undergarments to finally stroke his cock. You watched the general, your leader in this battle against evil, line himself up with your entrance, and slowly push himself into you.

He hissed, your warmth and tightness overwhelming him. “Mmh, so perfectly tight,” he huffed into your ear before pulling out and thrusting back in harshly. Gods was he aggressive in the best way, brutally thrusting into your pussy as if he owned it already. His bruising grip tight on your thighs as he pushed them down, folding you in half for the best possible angle. “Rover, ahh,” he grunted, moving in close to suck and leave marks on your neck. You held onto him for dear life, clawing at his back, desperately trying to hold onto him. “H-harder please!” you whined into his ear, his pace quickened and his hips began slapping against you so hard, it echoed in the barely furnished room. Anyone outside would be able to hear the rough fucking that was happening right now but you didnt care. With the way Jiyans long cock nestled at you cervix everytime he thrust back in, a Threnodian army could bombard the encampment right now and you wouldn’t budge.

Your peak neared as he continued his thrusts, moaning and grunting everytime you clenched down, biting at your ear as you bared down so hard, he almost lost it. “Ah! I’m-��� your words caught in your thraot as you came, the blinding orgasm crashing into you like a truck. Jiyan’s hands came to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing as he leaned back to look down at you. Your fucked out expression, mouth hanging open with drool dripping down one corner of your mouth was all he needed to finally cum hard into you. He never lost eye contact with you, his mouth twisted into the most satisfied smile as he pumped his seed deep into you. You were certain you’d never in your life see someone as gorgeous as him in this moment. His eyes half lidded and dreamy, a cocky smirk on his face while sweat dripped from his brow, you had wished the two of you could fuck like this forever.

He helped you to sit up once he pulled out of you, leaving a trail of your mixed releases on the desk. His seed flowed out of you as you sat with your legs still spread, trying desperately to catch your breath. He chuckled and moved back to you, using his fingers to fuck his cum back into you. “I can’t think of anything more satisfying than you entering into battle full of my seed,” his fingers pumped into you over and over, causing you to claw at his chest, sure to leave trails of scratches on his beautifully defined body. “How much more of me can you take I wonder?” You moaned, another orgasm nearing as he dragged his fingers so deliciously inside of you. “As much as you want to give me general, “ you huffed out before spasming and clenching down on his fingers.

The two of you would fuck at least two more times before the battle, your cunt so full of him you started to feel it drip down between your legs as you fought. Once the fight was over, Jiyan tenderly picked you up, kissing and praising your prowess both in and out of battle, all the way back to HQ.

A/N: I’M-LISTEN JUST LEAVE ME ALONE 😭 id do anything for him and his cute blue pubes 🙏

[nmn-yty]

— ๋࣭ ⭑࿐ sweet tooth ｡o♡⋆˚｡⋆.

pairing: kim leehan x reader

summary: leehan teases you while you eat sweets＾＾

tags: 「SFW! fluff! uh... that's it | referring to members by real names e.g. donghyun, sanghyuk (it felt right) | kissing and cuddling from ur sweet crush leehan | reader has no gender! leehan loves everyone~」

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is my first story on tumblr but im not new to writing stories online! (cough cough my abandoned wattpad cough cough) i decided to write this bc... i cant stop thinking abt leehan hjsjdkhw he's so dreamy... anyways,,, (also my first time writing in 3rd pov so... pls be kind><) i hope you enjoy!

+ stylized lowercase, missing punctuation (not done on purpose), and minimal revisions

"can i have a stick?"

there's no way he would actually play this game with you, right? he has his own food sat on the arm rest of the end of your couch. you sit on the opposite end, facing towards him with a pocky stick half eaten in your hand.

"look at how many snacks you have, no way, these are mine!" you say as you finish the stick.

he took your comment harshly, as he started to flash his puppy dog eyes at you accompanied with a pouty frown.

what kim donghyun didnt realize was moments like these are one of the many things you liked most about him. the way his face is perfect in every emotion. how you melt everytime he smiles and shuts his eyes from laughing. the way he constantly pushes up his big glasses because he's really overdue for an eye checkup. how his hair is always the perfect length and the way it bounces, even when he takes the smallest steps... and his perfect puffy lips that pout out when he doesn't get his way.

"can i just have one, please!"

you thought he could never annoy you, but you're reaching your limit. you stare at him and chomp down another stick in seconds.

"mmmh! this chocolate tastes so good."

you closed your eyes in delight, showing donghyun he's really missing out on the snack.

your eyes widened at his sudden movement. he uses his pointer and thumb to lift your chin up, "and what would you do if i took a stick from your mouth?"

you can feel a light wave of pink start to appear on your face. you look away from his gaze, anything to not look embarrassing in front of your crush.

"there's no way you would do that," you can feel the box of pocky shake in your hand as donghyun grabs a piece from the bag.

"how about from my mouth instead?" he says as he lets go of your chin and places the stick in his mouth. he gives a slight smirk as he wiggles the stick slightly in between his teeth, waiting for you to respond.

was he flirting with you? this whole scenario seemed like a dream, how could he be teasing you so much at this time? did he get intel from your other friends? sanghyuk and jaehyun do tend to be chatty so it wouldn't be a surprise if they accidentally slipped your secret to donghyun.

he stopped your spiraling thoughts when he inched closer to you on your end of the couch. you were touching knees at this point. he got so close that the chocolate end of the stick was right in front of your lips. moving back any further would result in you folding your legs up to your chest, pressed against the arm of the couch in an uncomfortable position.

your body moved before your mind did. you quickly took a small bite of the stick in order to create more distance between you and him. the stick split perfectly down the middle. you never craved and hated chocolate so much in your life before.

you finally locked eyes with him again, only to find him eating the rest of the stick, smiling at the way he could easily make you flustered. the boys definitely told him something, there's no way.

he reached into your box again to grab another stick, this time he pointed the uncoated side of the stick to your mouth.

"ahhh," he said, wanting you to open your mouth, "my turn!"

you gave in once again, holding the stick lightly between your teeth, making it easy to move around. donghyun moved in close to the chocolate end, about to take a bite, but you had other plans. you quickly moved the stick to the side, making him open his eyes wide, shocked at your playfulness. he moved fast to try and catch the stick, but he wasn't faster than the movement from your mouth. it started to get more and more funny seeing him try to catch the stick. you both started to giggle and smile at the fun game at hand. the fun ended though when he finally caught the stick, and he was even closer to your face than expected.

there was about 3 inches of space between you two left, and the distance made you freeze. you can feel yourself burning up again. what were his intentions with you? was he teasing you because he was bored? or did he actually receive some knowledge about you liking him and this is him reciprocating?

your mind went blank when you saw him continue. he inched closer and closer to you, nibbling the stick until he was right in your face. you couldn't take it anymore. there had to have been at most a centimeter left of the stick, because you leaned in to catch the end of the stick and you felt your lips crashing harshly into his. you gave him a small, but impactful peck, and moved away quickly to see his reaction. he cupped his hand over his mouth, way to make the first kiss one you'd never forget.

"so youre the one who got to steal the first kiss, huh? you didn't have to give me a bruise though.."

"you wanted to kiss me first?"

"wasn't it obvious?"

you rubbed your thumb on his bottom lip signaling that you were sorry. you looked into his eyes again, both of your minds seemingly thinking the same things.

he placed his hand on your cheek to move your face back to his, meeting his lips once again. this time it was more passionate and slow. you both took your time feeling each crevice of each other's mouth. it started to get a little sloppy, you both couldn't believe this was actually happening, so the kiss turned into a rush of passion being exchanged. it was almost like this was the last kiss you both were going to experience, so you had to make it count. you finally got to feel his soft lips on yours, playing with his tongue as he moved your body closer to his. he started to let out little vocal breaths along with the existing panting from the both of you. hearing how much he was enjoying himself drove you to insanity. was he really as shy and aloof as you thought he always was? or does he know exactly what he wants and he's very good at hiding this side of himself from you?

you were the first one to pull away, a small line of saliva connected your lips, and you quickly pecked him to become disconnected. you stared at him in disbelief, trying to regain a normal heartbeat but light pants still filled the air.

"come here," donghyun propped one of his arms on the top of the couch, motioning for you to move next to him so you two could cuddle.

"did we really just kiss each other again?" you wanted to hear more affirmations from his mouth instead of the fantasy in your mind.

"yes darling, we just kissed."

darling? that pet name made your heartbeat rise up again, causing you to bury your face into his chest.

he started to hum quietly and pet your head softly, you dont know how much of this you can take. it felt like at any moment you were going to melt into a puddle. you started to calm down after a while, moving your arms around him, to hold him tight and never let go of this moment.

you heard a strange ruffled noise coming from the side of you, his arm around you acting like a shield to prevent you from looking. you heard tiny chomps of a familiar stick coming from his mouth. you collected yourself and looked up at his face, only to see a half eaten pocky stick in his mouth. once he locked eyes with you, he quickly ate the stick whole to try and hide the evidence.

you smiled and started to tease him again, "i told you those are my snacks!"

you tried to grab the box from him, but he was familiar with the game you showed him not too long ago. he moved very fast, and catching the box from his hands felt impossible. you both started to giggle again, wishing this perfect moment could last forever.

© nmn-yty ★

[jinkicake]

YOUR ARRANGED/FORCED MARRIAGE IS SO GOOD OMG. if you’re up to it, i was wondering if you could write one for childe? ofc only if you want to <3

Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope 

Childe, Scaramouche x Reader

A/N: Hi, Anon, you're so sweet!!! Thank you!! I had to add Scaramouche too bc... I simply had to (it fits so well w him) so I hope that is okay~ I kinda got carried away and made Childe sorta yandere, im sorry I love him being unhinged and it scares me in the best way like somehow scara is soft but I made childe not…. Hmmm i love childe!!!!!!

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

WC - 1.5k

TW // SLIGHT YANDERE!CHILDE (NOT REALLY)

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Childe

“If you’re thinking about going back to that kitten outside I will tie you down to our bed.” Childe’s rather calm voice strikes you down on the spot, almost as if you’ve been struck with a flash of lightning. The original plan that you had was to make a stealthy exit through the front door, you should have known better. You try to keep your frantic heart sane as you slowly turn on the tips of your toes to face him. 

Your husband is sitting in one of the couches of your front room as he thumbs through a book gifted by a friend of his in Liyue. It’s incredibly hard to not roll your eyes as he practically sits in the dark like some villain, tucked away and hoping to catch you lacking. 

“Come here.” Despite his soft voice, you can tell that he is not in the mood to play with you. You clench your teeth painfully tight and wordlessly head to stand by his side. The harbinger doesn’t look up from his book as he blindly grabs your wrist, tightly wrapping his fingers around the two bones. He presses his touch, imprinting his fingers, into your skin as his thumb rubs comforting strokes against you. “Be more careful wife, it’s too dangerous to go out late at night.” Through your leveled breathing, you can’t help but gasp as he tugs you closer toward him. “I would hate for anything to happen to you.”

You don’t have it in yourself to tell him that the dangers inside this house put any of those outside of it to shame. 

“I know,” You settle for something that will please him, a kind phrase that will acknowledge his worries and provide him with a sense of understanding. By the narrowing of his dull eyes, you seemingly said something completely wrong.

“I don’t think you do.” Childe finally looks at you and the blank expression on his face causes a sense of fear to find root in your heart. He looks at you calculatingly as if he is planning his every move and the one that follows in his head. “How can I possibly make it clear to you?”

The vision that lights up on his hip makes your entire body freeze.

“No- I believe you, I won’t go out anymore,” In your panic, all you manage to sound is desperate. Childe ignores you.

“I really just want to protect you, don’t you understand how much you mean to me?” It’s so terribly difficult for you to focus on him as his voice is overcome with heavy emotion. Almost like a flip of a switch, the thought of losing you breaks his sanity and pushes him to a dark edge. “Oh, ангел (angel), you must listen to me,”

You’ll do anything if it means you’ll never have to see him in his foul legacy form again. 

“I will, I will, I promise.” Despite all your troubles, you dryly swallow any anxious nerves down. You place your free hand over his own, slowly closing the book that Childe is reading. “жизнь  моя (my life), let’s go to bed, please.” His native language sounds heavy on your tongue and you nearly twist the muscle trying to spit the pet name out. For once, you applaud your memory and mentally thank Childe for always calling you something other than your own name. 

“Right,” Childe puts the book on the coffee table before rising to his towering height, he stands above you with a sweet smile on his face. Despite the warm expression, you nearly start to break into a sweat at the lack of feeling seen in his eyes. “I am rather tired. We can finish this in the morning.”

“Of course,” You struggle to give him a smile back and choose to instead place a kiss on the back of his knuckles. Childe greedily bathes in your affections as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. 

“You know that I love you, жена (wife),” His voice now sounds uncharacteristically vulnerable, it quickly smothers over any of your fear and hostility and causes your heartstrings to twinge with adoration. “I couldn’t handle it if anything happened to you.” 

Perhaps you are just as far gone off the deep end as he is because, above all else, you feel safest in his arms and sheer terror in his presence. 

“I will always protect you with my life. If I must, I will kill for you, Родна́я (dear).”

Scaramouche 

“You can’t be serious.” In all the years you’ve been married to Scaramouche, there have been multiple times when you thought him to be ridiculous. This situation is by far the most ridiculous of them all. Above everything else, the Harbinger is a drama king.

“I will not have my wife being accompanied by another man.” His anger is laughable, you’ve seen the true extent of it but, it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s glaring at you from under his too-large-of-a-hat.

“I wouldn’t have to be accompanied at all if you just let me go by myself,” Your reasoning does not get through to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He snaps and the bite isn’t even strong, you already expected this from him. “As if I could let you out of my sight for a minute,”

In the worst way possible, your husband is attached to you with no desire to let you go. Although he tries with his affections and will lovingly pet your hair with an awkward hand, he still stumbles over his own two feet when around you. 

“I want to visit Mondstadt for their Windblume festival, you promised me that we would go.” You’re stubborn in your ways and are unwilling to let Scaramouche forget his first and foremost obligations to you. “I am going with or without you.” 

Your husband glares at you, eyes narrowed in frustration as he clenches and unclenches his fists. All you do is stand patiently and wait for his fit to end. 

“Fine.” He grunts and quickly writes a note on his desk, you excitedly wait for him as he hands the note to one of the guards outside his door. It’s only when he closes his office door again and it’s the two of you alone inside that you run to him with open arms. 

“I’m so excited!” You gush and gush while squeezing your arms around his waist. Scaramouche pats you back as he tips his hat to cover more of his face, he quietly scoffs through your cheers. 

If he had an ounce of courage to stand up to you the way he does the other Harbingers, the way he just told Dottore to fuck off through a simple note, then perhaps the puppet would have some control in his marriage. 

Much to your delight, he does not.

“What is the point of all this?” The grumpiness that Scaramouche is exuding does not go over your head. All it takes is a simple squeeze of your hand, which is tightly held within his own, to make his grumbling melt away under the Mondstadt sun. Being tucked away in the forest, away from the cozy town and any of its people is something you’ve already become accustomed to.

Whenever you travel with your husband, the two of you can’t get too close to others because of his status as a Harbinger and everything else.

“We are supposed to strengthen our relationships!” You place your basket onto the soft green grass before pulling out a blanket with one hand. Somehow you manage to spread it out and sit before ushering your husband to do the same. “Don’t you want to improve your relationship with me?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes.

“What is there to improve?” He turns to glare at anything but you, his hard eyes rest on the trees and then the blue sky all while you sweetly tuck his hair behind his ear. The soft action internally makes him flinch but, on the outside, all the Harbinger manages to do is blush. “You’re already perfect,” 

“Aren’t you sweet?” You tease and lean over to place a kiss on his cheek. Scaramouche pushes you away, hand resting on your shoulder before he throws the idea away and tightens his grip. The gentle smile on your face, radiating more warmth than the spring sun could ever provide him, makes the Harbinger feel a little nervous. 

You are everything to him. 

Just as he goes to kiss you, a lone dandelion flows through the air. He watches it carefully as it sneaks over your head and fades away into the distance. The entire time he is distracted, you lean over again and place a kiss on his lips. 

“Happy Windblume, my love,”

Scaramouche can’t even fight the ridiculous smile off of his face as he makes a promise about your future together. 

“We will have to do this again next year. We’ll return every year.”

[luvyeni]

p. yanderebf!jay x fem bodied reader | warnings: mafia? it's not flat out said, mentions of sex, blood, jay is crazy | words: 0.7k ~ (738) 🦅ㆍ₊⊹

request: can i req a dark romance involving established rs w jay and reader wherein he took "i would kill for you" seriously and too far 👀

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“baby I love you so much, you don’t understand id do anything for you— fuck I’d kill someone for you.”

Hearing your boyfriend say that; you didn’t think anything of it, jay always said this, and you chalked it up as your boyfriend proving how much he loved you after sex; being a little dramatic due to adrenaline— but you were so unaware of how dangerous your boyfriend actually was, and that he was serious.

“sit him up there.” Jay ordered his jake and heeseung to sit the tied up man; who’s face had already taken a brutal beating in the wooden chair. “wh-who are you?” the man struggled against the weight of jays friends. “now that doesn’t matter does it seeing as you wont be around long enough to tell anyone.”

“jay?” he looked up, your eyes looking around the room. “oh hi princess come.” He beckoned you over to him. “come see baby.” Your eyes went wide upon seeing the bloody man in the seat, his eyes black and blue; unable to even see the white’s of his eyes. “ja-jay who is this, what did you do?”

“oh you don’t remember him, he’s the guy who hit on you at the bar last weekend, you know the fucking creep who kept touching your ass.” He said, you didn’t even tell him that, so how did he know. “how’d you find that out.”

“pretty girl, you think i allow you to leave the house in a dress that small without someone watching you, what kind of boyfriend would I be?” he said almost offended you’d think something like that. “heeseung saw everything, how come you didn’t tell me?”

“i-it didn’t occur to me, it actually slipped my mind.” You tried not to make eye contact with the man, the smell of his blood burning your nostrils. “you did this to him?” your boyfriend showed no emotions. “that?” he pointed to his face. “oh no, jake did.” He said. “did a real number on him.”

“y-you didn’t have to do this, it was no big deal.” You said, jays eyes turned dark. “are you defending him?” he said. “no-no of course not.” He smiled softly. “don’t be scared baby, im not gonna hurt you of course.” He picked up the bat that was already sitting here. “just trying to protect you that’s all.”

“that’s why to avoid all this blood shed I’ll be joining you on your outings, I never felt comfortable letting you out alone anyway.” He said. “too many creeps out there and I may not be able to kill them all.” Kill? “jay how many people have you done this too?”

“how many creeps have hit on since we’ve been dating.” He chuckled darkly. “I stopped counting.” He said, you didn’t know what to do, you loved jay; but him killing people on your behalf wasn’t something you wanted. “yo-you don’t have to kill him, he’s already beat up enough, im sure he leaned his lesson.”

Held the bat im his hand, his other hand coming up to caress your face. “that’s why you don’t make the rules I do.” Before you could say anything else, he gripped your cheeks, your lips forming a pout. “this is where you stop talking princess, understand?” you nodded, he pulled away. “good girl, when im done with this fucker , I’ll take you to a nice dinner okay.”

You didn’t say anything else, watch your boyfriend and his friends raise their bats, the man barely getting a plea out before the bats came down— his screams making you jump, covering your ears to mask the sound of his bones cracking as the bats came up and down, his blood splattering everywhere.

Jay dropped the bat, catching his breath, his face and body covered in blood. “fuck this suit was expensive.” He cursed. “princess.” He turned to you. “lets go.” He held is bloody hand out. “I got us reservations at your favorite place.” He squeezed your hand, pulling you next to him.

“wh-what about him?” jay sighed, he didn’t want to deal with this much longer. “jake, heeseung; deal with him.” He said. “me and you are gonna go take a shower together.” He said, his eyes full of hunger, even after all that he was horny. “gonna go fuck my girl and then take her to dinner.”

“you love me baby right?” He kissed your wet skin, the water running down your bodies, the water red as it went down the drain. “you won’t have ever leave me right?” he squeezed your waist, you whined. “ye-yes.”

“good princess, and now you know I would really kill anyone for you to show you.”

©️LUVYENI

[greenunoreversecard]

Don't hide your pain

-> Angel dust x reader

A/N: I made this of my own violation. I needed to therapize myself

Reader POV, ftm male, who's ✨️traumatized✨️

It always starts like this.

Things go well for a while. Things go great, even.

And then it gets bad. And it stays bad, and i ruin every close relationship and im alone.

And then it repeats.

I just wish I could be better. I guess that's why I'm at the hotel.

Things have been good for a while, so good, infact I though the cycle could be over.

Angel brought so much light to my life. He made me feel so happy, and wanted and needed.

And I was so much better. But it seems like the happier I was the worse i fall.

I sigh, rolling over in my bed, grabbing my phone. Fuck it's late in the day. Charlie will be upset, but i cant seem to care. I just- I don't wanna leave my bed.

I look away from my lockscreen, a blurry picture of angel in my Hoodie chasing after nuggets, who has his phone in his mouth, trying to run away with it. It caught angel off guard, and i was laughing so hard i couldnt get a steady photo.

Its one of my favorite memories. I feel a small smile tug at my lips, but my body and my face feel like led that I can barely move.

Theres a knock at my door.

"Hey, baby. Are you ok? Haven't seen you in a day, and I wanted to make sure ya alright.." I hear his quiet voice as the door squeaking lightly as Angle peeks in, silhouette gently illuminated from the light in the hallway.

I grumble in reply and roll over. He sighs, and for a moment I think he leaves but i feel him sit on my bed, next to me. I can feel his warmth. Despite having the features of a cold-blooded spider, he's always run rather hot.

He rests his hand on my back.

"Baby, I can't help you if you dont talk ta me"

Irritation rises in me.

"Don't. I dont need you. I dont need your fucking pity. Just fuck off, please." I say, voice rough and shoulders tense.

His determination doesn't deter, though.

"I don't pity you, love. I just wanna help."

I know my irritation is irrational, logically. But I can't help being angry. Angry I am this way, angry I'm so helpless. And I'm ahry he has to see me like this, considering he has it so much worse. He deserves better than this. Better than me. But I can't seem to stop the slow of my defensive anger, vomiting out words I'm uncertain seraid him I know they do me coming out my mouth.

"Don't pretend, angie."

"I'm serious, though. I want to help."

"Don't play with me. I don't need you, and I don't need your pity."

"Why are you doing this?"

This freezes me. I tense. I don't know why I do this. I don't know why I'm hurting him. I don't know why I'm hurting myself by hurting the only person thats treated me like a fucking sentient being..

I realise, at this point, he's as rigid as a brick, and I look over at him. He tears in the corners of his eyes, eyes slighrly red from the effort it takes to stop his tears. His hair is a mess, and he's shaking, God's he's shaking.

"I- please, sugar. I just wanna help you but- but I can't if you push us away. I you push me away. I- I don't wanna lose you. I can't fucking lose you. And I can feel you sliping and its- it's scary. Please, if not for you then for me."

At this, a sob wracks its way through my body, every viceral emotion I've held back hitting me like a dam destroyed. Apologies spewing through my lips like it's a lifeline. And in a way, it is. Because, I know hes right. And I know if I continue on the way I do, I'll be destroyed at my own hands. And I'll lose him, I'll lose my lifeline.

...

..

.

I don't know how long I cry for. It's all kind of blurry, really. I know i tell him everything ive hid from him about my life through choked sobs, and at some point he's holding me to his chest, gently stroking my hair, touch gentle but deep, afraid to let me go as if I'll disappear, or break like glass.

The good never used to last for long, but maybe this time I can make it last forever.

So long as I have him.

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End note: vv rushed lmfao. Anywhore, hopes this gives a small gauge as to my writing style. I can also try my hand at different possibilities.

Hope ye likey likey

[merakiui]

Mera, with your infinite wisdom is there any chance you’d make an accidnetal pregnancy fic with floyd? you have the best understanding of his character that i’ve seen from any author. he wouldn’t be all too excited and irresponsible throughout fatherhood like most people assume. i think he’d be surprisingly chill and understanding with most stuff. (im staring at that one omegaverse fic you wrote for him out of the corner of my eye)

Omg yes!! I'd love to write an accidental pregnancy fic with Floyd. I'm so glad to know my portrayal of him is accurate! He's so fun to write for. <3 the scummy, sleazy Floyb fic (The Law of Magnetism) actually involved the accidental pregnancy trope, but I scrapped it for plot reasons. >_<

aaaaa the omegaverse fic!!!!! I definitely want to write another like it. I love the idea of exploring parenthood with Floyb. Sweetest eel who will take responsibility as soon as you break the news to him, who will be okay with whatever your decision is because it's your body, who just wants you to be comfortable and happy. In my mind he's quite mature about the entire thing, but then he's also not completely free of flaws. He's going to be inexperienced as any first-time parent normally is, but he's very good with kids in general (reference: first Halloween event) and so you won't have to worry about how he'll be with your kid. He's so full of love. :D

But also,,, I just think he'd be a little nervous himself. Having to tell his parents he got someone pregnant without even planning it and so they may or may not become grandparents if the baby is indeed on the way. But the Leech parents love and cheer for their boys fiercely, allowing them to be independent and make mistakes and succeed, so you and Floyd immediately have their full support. Mama and Papa want to meet you so badly and they don't even know if you're planning to keep the child yet! At this point, you're basically an honorary member of their family, much to Floyd's embarrassment sometimes. Having to sit there while his father shares all kinds of stories from when Floyd was a brat, and Floyd's just whacking him with his tail like "okay, I think Shrimpy's heard enough of that." >:/ grumbling with a flustered face, arms folded across his chest as he pouts..... he's so silly and cute.

One of Floyd's biggest appeals is his emotional intelligence and his ability to read the atmosphere in a room and be so in touch with his emotional self!!! I love that about him so much. T^T <3

[louloulemons-posts]

Tea and Toast

Eddie Munson X Reader

Summary : Eddie shows up at your house in the middle of the night.

Word Count : 1.1k

Warnings : Not proofread, another 2am fic, angsty, happy ending?, reader isn’t described with any pronouns or psychical features, Eddies dad, Eddie gets hurt, physical assault, talks of Eddies mom, sad Eddie, cuts and bruises, reader takes care of him.

A/N : This one is a heavy one, so please don’t read if you don’t feel comfortable 🤍

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“Baby,” you hear, brain foggy with sleep. Whining in reply, you try to block out the noise. “Sweetheart,” you feel your body being shook.

You’re awake, rubbing your eyes, to wake up your mind. Looking around in the darkness you find Eddie. “Hey,” you say, voice thick with sleep.

Pushing up, you look at him, leaning over to your lamp. He stops your hand. “Eds?”

“Just leave it off.”

“What are you doing here, thought you weren’t coming over tonight?”

“I know, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have come.” He stood from your bed, but you pulled him back gently.

“You know you’re welcome anytime,” you said softly. You pulled him closer to you, “But I know you, and I know you wouldn’t show up at,” you paused and looked at your clock, “2am, randomly without a reason.”

“I couldn’t stay there,”his voice broke.

“What?” you instantly become concerned.

“Im sorry I didn’t know where else to go. He showed up and Wayne’s at work and I-I couldn’t,” his breathing sped up.

“Hey, hey slow down it’s okay. You’re safe,” you pulled him into your arms. Rubbing his back and playing with his curls the way you know he loved. “It’s okay Sweet boy, I’ve got you.”

Slowly you felt him calm down. “My dad,” he began, you didn’t rush him, “I got back from dropping you home and he was at the entrance of the trailer park.

“Wanted to talk to me. To Wayne. Started yelling, saying we ruined his life, his reputation. I tried to get him to leave but he wouldn’t … a-and then … then he um ..”

“Baby did he hurt you?” you asked carefully, not wanting to overwhelm him. He nodded into your neck, letting out a sob. “I-if he wasn’t being so loud, and the neighbours didn’t come out … I just shut down … just like I used too.”

“It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe.”

“One of the guys at the front of the park threatened to call the cops and he bolted.”

“Cause he’s a coward,” you didn’t like bad mouthing people, but Al Munson was the worst.

“Eddie my love, will you let me see your face?” you softly kissed the top of his head and he nodded, sniffling. Pulling back slightly, but not letting go, you turned on your lamp.

Looking at his face, tears came to your own eyes, “Oh my baby, let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” leading him to your bathroom, you pulled out your first aid kit.

His lip was popped, the side of his face bruised, he had a black eye coming and his eye brow was cut. “Can you sit here for me?” you motioned to the closed toilet. He sat on the lid silently.

Making your way to stand between his legs, “This is gonna sting,” you spoke, antiseptic wipe in hand. He hummed, you tried to be as careful as possible, touching his eyebrow, but he let out a hiss.

“Sorry, oh I’m sorry baby. I know it hurts.”More tears fell but you knew it wasn’t out of pain, well not physically, this was in his heart. “Why does he hate me?” he sobbed, resting his head on your stomach.

“Because he’s an awful person. You are everything he could never be. You are kind and loving and sweet and gentle. He is a mean man, a broken man.”

“H-he said it was my fault mom-“

“Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare listen to him, it was not your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault.

“B-but he said-“

“I know, but that is because he is a broken man who never learnt how to deal with his emotions. He didn’t talk about your mom and took out all his feelings on you, but Eds you were a baby.

“You were your moms pride and joy, she would hate the way he’s treated you. You have such a good heart and soul, and you honour your mom everyday by being so strong and kind,

“The way you look after Wayne, the kids, me. She’d be so proud. So please do not listen to a thing that nasty man says.”

He calmed in your hold, still holding you tightly. “I love you, thank you for being here,” he said, pulling away from your tummy, his face now splotchy and swollen with tears.

“I will always be here. I love you so much.” You kissed his lips softly, not wanting to hurt him anymore. “Tell you what, if you’re feeling up to it in the morning, we can go and talk to Hop. Tell him what happened, how does that sound?”

“You’ll stay with me?”

“Always. Now let me finish cleaning you up.”

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Eddie had changed into a pair of clothes he’d left here, whilst you went to make him some toast and tea. Something your mom did whenever you were upset.

You also decided to call Wayne’s work place. “Hello?” an unfamiliar voice answered, clearly tired. “Hi, um I was wondering if I could talk to Wayne Munson please.”

Soon enough you heard his voice, “Munson,” he said simply. “Hey Wayne it’s me.”

“Oh hello Honey, is everything okay?”

“Not really,” you then explained the events of the night. “Is he okay?”

“He was shaken up. I’ve cleaned him up, we’re going to talk to Hopper in the morning. I just wanted to tell you so you could be careful, keep an eye out for him”.

“Well thank you for letting me know. Just … tell him I love him okay, and thank you for taking care of my boy.”

“I always will Wayne, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wandered up to your room, finding Eddie sat on the bed, legs crossed, eyes skimming across your bookshelf, to keep himself distracted.

“Hey,” you said softly, not wanting to make him jump. “Hi,” he smiled weakly. Passing him the plate and the mug you sat next to him, sipping your own drink.

“I spoke to Wayne, just so he can keep an eye out. He wanted me to tell you that he loves you.” Eddie paused mid bite, almost choking.

“Really?”

“His exact words, he loves his boy. I love him too,” you nudged his shoulder.

“I love you.”

The rest of the night was quiet, you and Eddie drank your tea and ate toast. He lay on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, as you played with his curls.

Soon his soft snores were filling the room. He would be okay. He was surrounded by love, maybe not Al. But Al didn’t deserve him.

People like you, Wayne, your friends. Those were the ones he needed. His family, definitely strange and not at all normal, but a family nevertheless.

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

[solaiced]

CASE 30: GETO SUGURU'S HANDS, BRING FORTH WEALTH (AND PLEASURE!).

!content!: geto is mean, implied emotional manipulation but it’s subtle (so you don’t love me type shi), hand kink, hand worship, cult leader geto, reader is obsessed with her boss(as you should), and not beta’d.

wc:1,1k

solace: with this, ends the kinktober prompts of 2024, im not posting day 31 because i’m kind of embarrassed. hope people enjoyed, because i have a new project coming soon in december! anyways, here’s geto.

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Geto's hands are incredibly soft, even if he works in a manual environnement. He treats his hands with the utmost care and uses all sorts of stuff to make them nice to the touch. Which is why you love them. Everyday, You hold his hand, feeling his warmth radiating from the fresh.

"Why do you like my hands so much?" Your master asks, one day, as youre tracing the veins and folds of his left hand, like a child discovering their new toy.

Your eyes gleam when you look up at him to answer, "they’re a contrast to you. You're kind of harsh, unlike your hands." You noticed your slip up too late, and Geto strains a smile.

"Really? Well, I can show you how soft I can be." His right hand leaves his book and he turns to you, lifts your chin and kisses you, exploring your body with his gentle touches. He slips a hand under your shirt, squeezing your freed boobs.

"Sugu, don't squeeze so hard!" You scold, lips twisted to avoid an embarrassing sound to be let out. Geto only chuckles.

"Right. I gotta be soft." He cooed in your ear and kissed your cheek, the corner of your lips and finally, your lips.

You moan, arching into your master's soft, comforting hands.

When Geto pulled away, he pressed his fingers to your mouth, eyes lidded low.

It was a silent command. Suck. And so you obeyed. Your mouth opened, inviting the two digits inside.

You feel his flesh between your teeth harming him would be easy, yet you hollow your cheeks and shut your eyes. The fingers reach deeper, soon hitting the back of your throat.

Geto chuckles as you gag, "you can take it." When you nod, he smiles and wipes away a stray tear. "I love when you're so obedient. Makes it easier for both of us. Doesn't it, sweet dove?" You nod again, opening your eyes to admire his fox-like features. He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on your lips.

"Mast—Suguru, I.." You stop, suddenly shameful, but your master pressed, “Say it, dove, no shame here." He's so gentle you couldn't help but follow, no longer embarrassed.

“I want to worship your hands, Sugu." You wrap both hands around his, kissing his fingertips.

“You aready are.” Geto removes his hand, to your dismay. "But, you can worship them another way." That piqued your interest, and you make sure you look like you're zealous to hear.

“Take off your clothes and sit on my fingers.” An order you comply to immediately, like a mindless puppet, peeling off your clothes and revealing the body you gave to him willingly. He owned it, along with your thoughts and actions.

"Good girl." His dark eyes observe your movements, beckoning you closer with his fingers. "Come, now, dove. Make me proud, him?" Geto smiles as you kneel before his hand, the other resting on your hip.

You hover above his fingers and yelp when he brings you down, shoving two fingers immediately.

“Fucking hell. " He swears, taking a layer off his gojo-kesa, cheeks flush. You swallow, clenching each time his eyes flickered to yours.

"You said you wanted to worship my hands... " He encourages, letting you take his free hand.

"’V course." You wiggle your hips and gently kiss Geto's hand, happily holding it the way you wauld a gift. He chuckles at your eagerness, the hand stuck under you moving. Its thumb caresses your stiff clit. You let out a mewl, dropping your head and stiffling the next noises.

Geto tuts, thumbing your bottom lip. “I want to hear you." When your eyes meet his, it's almost like your pupils were heart shaped. You love his hands, you love him so much....

“I love you too, dove.” Shit, you said it outloud? Whatever. All you need is him. You bring his hand to your cheek, nuzzling it.

"Thank you." You sigh, rolling your hips to feel the digits deeper.

Geto couldn't take it, he had to take you. He was so hard, every movement on his cock burned.

“Dove," He breathes. "I think you've done enough. Come worship my cock." You bite your lip, nodding eagerly.

His fingers slip out of your warmth, tongue lapping up the leftover juices as he undoes his clothes, just enough so that he could feel air on his dick.

"Sit, now." Your masters orders, patting his lap, but you're hesitant, nervous. He doesn't understand.

“What’s the reluctance? You no longer want to serve me?” Geto questions, cocking his head to the side.

“Suguru, I dont think I’m prepped enough..." You swallow the lump in your throat fearfully.

"Yes, you are. Don't underestinate

yourself. You're insulting me. " He grits out, frowning. "Sit." And so you did. It was smoother than expected.

The entry, of course, the rest was just Geto bouncing you on his cock while he spewed out half degrading half praising words in your ear.

Your mouth was agape, drool spilling out of the corners, as your breasts bounced with you.

“Fuck... this little dove is such a good slut for Master, hm? Yeahh, worship my fucking cock, bitch." Geto snarls before kissing you, holding your head with the hands loved so much.

His other hand was nestled between your thighs, stimulating your attention whore of a clit, always demanding pleasure, as Geto said.

He spoke to your pussy as much as he did to you, cooing at the filth and sloppiness of your tight cunt, wrapped so good around his cock, that he thought he was in heaven, each time he closed his eyes.

"M. Master... Are y-you... Satisfied?" You whine loudly when his fat tip slammed against your g-spot after asking. “F-fuck…”

"Very. Do you-ah, do you want your reward?" He grabs your chin and makes you nod, moaning at your helpless expression. "Of course you do. Take all of it, baby." Geto's hips thrust up unexpectedly as he came, bringing you with him in bliss.

“Ff-fahh!” You curse, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Meanwhile, your master was struggling to keep conscious, noises filtering through his gritted teeth, soft hands grasping your hips roughly. It proves you right. His actions were harsher than his gentle hands.

Geto flops back exhaustedly, breathing heavily. You will yourself tomove, pull off and lift your hips, but Geto stops you, shaking his head and he pushes you onto his chest by placing a hand on the small of your back. Your hands come to balance yourself, one of each side of Geto's head.

"What is ...What is it, Suguru?" You breathe, grounding your ass on him while he moans and tries to cease your actions.

"Don't move. Take your reward." Geto sighs, eyes still closed.

“But... we didn't use a con-"

"Shut up" He cut, irritated.

You pout and huff, “I was right.”

“About what?" He grunts.

“You are harsher than your hands." You proudly plant a kiss on his cheek, smug.

[mrvenuspluto]

Mental gymnastics

Detailed thoughts, perfectionism at every glance, calculated and strategic moves. Are only the minimum of me. Hey, well hello! My name is Virgo, well Virgo moon to be exact. Every thought, gesture, movement, decision, outcome are planned very well with the best of my abilities. Yes i judge others, well not purposely! I just see the flaws in everything around me, even me. But i dont speak on them or expose others, like virgo ascendants who speak there minds more and point them out more than me. Im more in my head and wired mind, so i feel this way, so it could cause my brain to go hay wire if i dont speak how i feel. So it gets directed back to me. My emotions and body can take on these energies. Which is not good,But unless they get on my dark side where i save and memorize every lil thing they did or do. Well im not emotional like my water signs, so i look at it mentally and i play mind games back with you, lets see who wins! Very spitful and creative when it comes to get back. But Im my worst critic! I cant even get dressed without seeing the littlest thing ruin my outfit, WTF! What's is this on my shirt. Took hours to get dressed, days to match and coordinate ever color and style. Damn! Yes we have a nasty mouth, very good with words especially when proving a point or getting to the bottom of things. And arguments, well libra a beast at that i give it to her with her airy ass energy, but im the man when it comes to facts, evidence and practical proof. Hmmmm dont let my calm cool demeanor fool you, i seen what you did, know what you are planning! Just know im 10 steps ahead of you! I can dive into your brain, mind and thoughts, understand how you think, and what you want. Then play out every step until the outcome. Im a mastermind! I do this, this is my profession, my life and my style. My brain is controlled by fast and multiphasted mercury, which never sits still. My thoughts, ideas, fears, problems, challenges, battles play in my head 24/7!. Im probably the most or i am the top materialistic sign! Well my cuz taurus close but they move to slow, and get stuck in only what pleasures them and what they love. Im on the go, and work hard, smarter, and more proficient obtaining it. Plus i like to look good, put together dont we all? Yes i love and give my helping hands to those who need it. I can serve you, feed you, help you, be there for you, listen to you.

But when you think you using me, undermining my intelligence and time! Then im the last sign other than scorp! Smh. To use my energy kindnesses for weakness or dumbness. Yes i love to micromanage, well we can do this on other people's lifes! I guess we can see the good, bad, downfall, grey area, success and flaws in everything and everyone. Yes we can be negative nancy! Well dont come to us with your problems and expect us to solve it but not point out facts or expose the obvious. Well it may be obvious for us! We are the human scalpel, we dissect every word, idea, thought, motive, and decision. Cant sleep, brain is hardwired! What's my next move! I need to work, i need to feel useful, why cant you just keep the kitchen clean! You dont see that stain on your collar! Whats that in your teeth while you trying to kiss me!. Is she clean? Really its going rain when i decided to where my all white shoes! You really going not wash your hands and try to touch me. If i do this first, then take care of this while handing this, i will have 36 minutes to get clothes ready. Your total is $450 sir! Hold up the sign says 30% off before 5pm, its 4:59pm, still 1 min left! Give me my space! My brain is my safe haven, no people, no movement, no nothing! Brain feels like professor X. Do i really want to eat salmon tonight, idk, maybe chickepeas with salad, had that last 2 nights. Pizza! Damn i cant i know cheese fucks with my stomach! I guess i dont eat! 45 more push-ups, 300 more legs extensions yes im focusing on the worlds best body ever! No flaws or weaknesses anywhere. Im not watching that movie i already know who is the killer, what's the plot, and how it ends. Im about to do some word play, or mental math, add up everyones addresses and reduce them while driving down street. I hate being nervous or having anxiety, began to eat wrong foods, maybe not eat, brain seclusion, project every lil bad detail and create a world of hell! Stomach and nerve system shut down. Body doesn't function correctly. Can i remove my brain for 1 min to think without my brain! Smh

[johnentwistlesbassguitar]

NSFW and selfship

Thinking about meeting John for the first time and falling obsessively in love with him (mid 60s), I'd probably stalk him for a while and show up to all the concerts I could get in to and be constantly trying to get to him after shows, eventually he'd notice that it's the same weird freak at every show the thought of him knowing I exist and thinking I'm weird/gross makes me a little weak I need him chained up in my basement NOWWW the things I'd do to him

Ok so this era specifically makes me feral bcs good lord 🥴🥴 and there's smthn so cute and innocent abt him him still I bet he'd get so easily overwhelmed holy shit, also I'm aware that young John was pretty insecure of his appearance which like WHYY and he'd never be insecure again after meeting me istg I'd love that man sm even if I would have to kidnap him literally nothing would keep me from him trust meeee

I would make him feel so good I'd take amazing care of him he'd never want another man or woman!! I'd love to touch his hair and take care of it for him ik he was so fussy over it, also showering with him ughhh and just seeing him naked and getting to feel all over his body PLEASE the size difference between me and him is huge also just thinking abt how wide and soft he would be 😖

Like I just need him to love me and rely on me and let me do everything for him and be his loyal little housewife/husband I'd never ask for anything from him ☹️ (lie) imagining holding him tight as he sleeps and making him feel safe enough that he knows he can always be emotional around me id never make him feel bad for anything tbh 💔💔

This era is actually my favorite of his tho bcs how is he so adorable while looking so threatening?!?! (I don't think that's the right word but idgaf) like he would def be so willing to submit trust me I want to tie him up and worship him (I'm normal and sane trust me)

Ok more thoughts abt me stalking John bcs by this era he would be very familiar with my weirdness since he expected me to leave him alone after the first year or so but nooooo he's not getting away from me at this time id def start making moves as much as I can even if it's pathetic since I can't seem to get him alone hes too famous now 😢 I'd break into his dressing room before a show and he'd kick the shit outta me but he'd start to get attached trust 🙏🙏

After a while out of pure frustration he'd give me what I want from him (attention) and he'd actually not hate me as much as he thought he would hehe (this would be like 1975) also tho I'm considering the scandal of John always hanging around with a boy who's not famous (fake 70s me is a photographer btw) he'd have all kind of excuses for interviewers tho and I'd just giggle bcs he's doing so much just so he can stay with me

THIS PHOTO I NEED TO INCLUDE BCS WTF he's way too cute and pretty I'm gonna sit in his lap and kiss his face all over I would overstimulate him so so much and introduce him to kinks and stuff he didn't even consider

Also I have to bring up his ultra tight clothing bcs omfg I'm screaming like I can see his nipples I'm drooling

Im so thankful for johns too small clothing since he so rarely got shirtless (I wish he did a full naked photoshoot like Keith tho, I demand to see his dick) like how is he fully clothed and still being so sexual!? I need to feel all his curves and leave bite marks/hickeys on his belly and thighs I deserve to also don't even get me started on how fucking sexy his tits are (lowk need to lick his chest)

Closing thoughts are it's probably a good thing I wasn't alive in the 60s/70s bcs John would've gotten a restraining order agaisnt me

[icameheretoreadstuff]

Listen

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Warning: 18+, smut, unprotective sex, oral

Summary: You and Dean have been hunting friends for a long time, you both have been flirting having this tension between you two and then you finally snap.

A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

"You know what, You’re totally wrong” you sighed and raised up from your chair. You, Dean and Sam were currently at a motel somewhere hunting some kind off monster. You had a bedroom of your own right beside them. Dean raised up and walked towards the fridge and grabbed a beer "No" he simply said while staring at you, and sitting back down. “Just because you’re big, mean and scary doesn’t mean you’re right!" You finally blurted, you had been holding your opinion secret some time now. You could see Sam in the background sighing while shaking his head, "what!?" You asked Sam. "Nothing” he answered and continued typing on his laptop. “What did you just say?” Dean spat and took a sip of his beer, placing it on the table and looked at you intensely.

"We are currently hunting a freakin" he began, he stood up walking towards you and stopped trying to find something to say. You sat down and chuckled. "something and you’re here talking about your feelings?" He shrugged his head "lets hunt the sunbitch and then talk about how you really feel" he spat and looked intense deeply into your eyes, just a few inches from your face. “Im going out on a beer run, anyone want something?" Sam said while walking towards the door. “Im good" you and Dean both said in unison. You both waited until Sam walked out of the door before you sat down.

Dean turned around while shaking his head, and then he looked at you "what is your problem?” you looked up on him, you sighed "shut up" he looked furious at you “you are really pissing me off” he began and walked towards you. “Likewise” you spat and stared at his bulk, you looked up at him trying to see if he caught you staring. He looked at you puzzled, “what are planning?” He smirked “maybe this will help" you spat and took a grip on his buckle and pulled him closer to you, so his center was right in front of you.

You looked up at Dean, and he froze still "what are you doing” he asked, and his mood quickly changed, but still trying to contain his emotions. “Youre so uptight, let me help" you suggested and unbuckled his pants. Dean started to pant slowly out if excitement. “Y/N” he said and looked at you. you couldn’t wait anymore or pretend that you have wanted this for so long. “I want to taste you” you said and smiled flirtatiously and pulled down his pants.

His long shaft bounced out of his pants, ready for your touch. You opened your mouth softly, your tongue exploring his length. You could feel electricity run inside you. He throws his head backwards and grunts. He grabs your head, began to thrust into you. You grabbed his arm with your free hand and could feel his muscles tense up, you looked up for a second and raised up to throw his shirt off.

You couldn’t stop staring at his muscles on his body, so you started to lick and taste him. “Dean” you moaned. you pushed him on the bed and ripped your clothes off. "I want you deeper inside me" You exhaled and crawled over his body exploring with kisses and reached your goal on top of his tip and you thrusted your mouth on him. He gasped out of pleasure. He began thrusting himself into you, while holding your head.

He grabbed you quickly and shifted positions so that you laid on your back, and he stood over you with his shaft, ready to thrusting himself into your mouth. "You like my cock huh?" He exhaled and thrusted himself repeatedly into your mouth making you moan. He leaned closer to you so he sat on top of you, thrusting into you. You grabbed his ass, finding his gspot. Making him more crazy. He moaned, “you’re crazy” he grunts.

He began panting and thrusting harder. You moaned and began touching yourself. “Let me” he said quickly and turned around and began eating you out, while still thrusting into you. You grabbed his thighs and went deeper. You could feel his tongue entering you and exploring. It wasn’t long until you began closing in on your climax. He moans and grunts, making noise while eating you. It drove you crazy, you started moaning, making his length vibrate in your mouth. “Y/n” he moanes, and thrust inside you, having the perfect rythum. You could feel his breath crashing into your core.

He was touching you on all the right places with his tongue. “I’m close” you exhaled “me too” he said into your core and playfully bite your (core)lip. “Dean, I want you inside me” You exhaled, he raised up and turned around and finally taking his long shaft into you. A rush of euphoria crashed into your entire body, like a wave of electricity. as result your body began thrusting wanting more. He grabbed your thighs and placed them on his shoulders, thrusting deeper into you. “Dean” you moaned, listening to all the sounds he was making was driving you crazy. “I’m gonna-“ you panted and then You both climaxed.

“Y\N” he panted. He collapsed on the bed beside each you, while panting “I’m not finished” you said “with you.” He looked up on the ceiling and said simply “me too.” He raised up and looked out the window and began dressing himself. “But Sam’s here.” He simply stated and you rushed to pick up your clothes, and then you grabbed him “come take a shower with me” you flirted, he chuckled “you don’t have to ask me twice”

[elsfairy]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀꒰⠀SOMBRE⠀⠀⎯⎯ ⠀⠀SEVIKA. 🎐 ꒱⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

sombre: having or conveying a feeling of deep seriousness and sadness.

a/n: hi. this is kind of different for me, but I wanted to try my hardest to write about how sevika would try to come to terms with affection and love from someone who truly cares about her but we'll see how that ends up. id apologize for this being so long but im not sorry.

a relationship can be beautiful, it is beautiful, but there are aspects of one that could also have said individual feeling sad. not because they are sad about their relationship with you, but more so their relationship with themselves as a person. Sevika loved you, she loved everything you did for her, but she didn’t know how you, of all people, could treat her with such care, and so much love that it made her heart hurt when she would simply just smile when you said she was beautiful, how she would wave off at the mention of how amazing she is. it’s simple, she wasn’t used to it. she doesn’t hide her feelings from you because she is built to do so, she hides it because she doesn’t want you to see her as weak, or useless. out of everyone, you make her feel seen and that scares her. the way you look at her the second she wakes up with a soft, bright smile, makes her scared because she’s never had someone smile at her.

imagine her coming home after a long, stressful day and she’s bleeding, her lip is busted, a bruised face and she just looks at you so emotionlessly that it terrifies her to be seen so vulnerable, especially around someone she cherishes the most. how she instantly tenses up when you cup her face in your hands, just softly stroking both of her cheeks with the pads of your thumbs and she’s still looking at you. scared to open her mouth & speak in case she either starts crying or you think she’s being weak. and it’s only then when you start asking her if she’s okay, or if she’s the one that’s hurt that she starts to shake. simply because she is not used to someone caring so deeply about her, about her feelings and emotions. and all you can do is hold her tense body as she leans more into you, holding onto your shirt so tight that she’s scared you’re gonna disappear the minute she tries to gasp for air or blink. “listen to me, whatever happened, know that it’s okay and i’m here for you”

when she’s angry, she doesn’t come to you for the sole purpose of not wanting to scare you, or have you see her in such a state. she was careful with her anger, but she was very perceptive of your emotions and she knew you were sensitive but that didn’t matter to you. if she needed to yell or scream it out, you would sit there and you would listen to her. she didn’t get that. how you were so ready to listen to her yell about how she was feeling. it made her flinch, like a scared cat when you would lightly rest your hand on her shoulder, but it’s how you looked at her that made those high walls she built to protect herself, break. with that smile she loved so much. those eyes that silently read that it was okay, it was okay to feel stumped, to feel like nothing was okay because you know her, and you know how she is. “you don’t have to be scared to talk to me about anything. i want to help, i want to listen, don’t shut me out. if you need to shout, do it. if you need to scream, do it. if you need to fucking cry, do it, but i’m not going anywhere”

those quiet nights when she’s sat on the chair in the living room had her at ease. although her throat dry & mind racing as your fingers would trace the metal of her arm, a soft smile appearing on your lips when her fingers would twitch just slightly. she didn’t let anyone touch her, but you? she would go to the ends of the world to see you happy, and if you were happy touching her then so be it. but it was the nights when she needed to fix her arm after a fight that made her panic because sometimes she needed that bit of extra help, and asking for help was something she could barely bring herself to do purely out of being vulnerable. you’d seen her do it countless times, over and over again until it burned like a manual in your brain, that's what scared her. you were so gentle. fingers lightly brushing over & cleaning the blood off her arm, making sure not to get any of the solutions into the gears, carefully taking your time with each part. and she’d watch you, so entranced with how fuckin patient you were with her, how good you treated something that meant so much to her, and how delicately you treated the whole moment. “It means a lot to me, you know? letting me take care of something that means so much to you, and it makes me happy that you’re comfortable with me helping you because all i wanna do is take care of you. i hope you know that”

or the nights when you would stumble into the bathroom, forgetting that she would be in the bath, trying to do everything by herself, that made her even more vulnerable. yes, you’ve seen her naked countless times, but she felt so small to the point she just wanted to cry and have you hold her when you would just look at her, that same fuckin smile on your lips. she didn’t have to say anything, not when you silently sat down on the floor by the side of the tub, pressed your lips against her temple, and sighed. neither of you had to say anything to understand that she was slowly, but surely getting used to you caring about her, loving her, seeing her. those silent moments she’d sit there, letting you run your fingers through her hair, washing it a few seconds later with the lightest touch she’s ever felt. how she would let you without much of a fight this time wash her body, wash her face, and by the end of it she would be in tears simply because you would call her beautiful and pretty with each dab of the cloth.

she might be strong, but you kept her shielded. you kept her feeling secure. she didn’t need to be afraid with you. she didn’t need to keep herself closed off from you. you made her feel protected in ways she hasn’t felt before. and even if she didn’t know how to voice it, she loved you. loved everything you do for her, and she just loved how you loved her. even if she did feel scared about her emotions.

“you don’t have to be scared around me, i’m gonna take care of you. i’m gonna protect you, and i’m going to love you. i’m going to show you how much i love you everyday that i am alive”

[fallingintolove]

2nd October 2024

We were listening to music, he told me to scan the back of his phone. The back of the phone? I questioned. Yeah, the stickers. He said thats the scanner for his breakup song. It was a song called changes. Pretty apt, i said. He was in the kitchen squeezing lemons in a glass for my drunken self, talking about how he related to the song. I went over, stood next to him and saw him squeezing every drop out with the utmost force. He told me to chug it like i chugged that bottle of wine. I did. Didn't bother me all that much, the scrunch of the face was an attention grabber. He roamed around here and there in the kitchen, we were talking, i was playing with fire. Quite literally. The lighter in my hand kept flickering on and off.   I said to him im afraid of fire, and he asked me if im afraid of fire or the consequences. I took a pause and answered in a whisper, consequences. The lighter flicked again, hurt me a little. He was soft, he was kind. His voice a whisper, with my thumb between his fingers, does it hurt. I said yes, kind of. He went and brought some creme for it, put it on himself. I was surprised, where this gentleness was coming from.

We were standing across from each other, leaning against walls of a doorframe. A foot of space between us, maybe less. He says, cry it out. I said i dont know, he said you should. And i did, i got emotional and some more. Started rambling about how i cant write about him, how nothing comes to me to write about him. About how i think he must hate me, and how i should always have the guilt. He, of course, ensures me about it. But then the conversations get more hectic, he offers me his arms, and i lean into them, bury my face in his chest, my head partially on his shoulder because he is just so tall. And i cry. I cry a lot. But no tears come. I think i kept crying because i wanted to stay between his arms.

He wrapped his arms around me. Our first hug. Others have been partial awkward side hugs. This was different. It felt complete. His arms around me, his face on top of my head, one his hands caressing my hair as i cry and cry. He shushed me, he said come here, in that soft voice. The feelings i had kept buried really came alive at that point.

He said Never overthink that no one will love you. I am sure about your love life than i am of mine, i am more sure about the good in yours than i am in mine. You deserve good and you will get good.

I am here because of you, ive looked up to you. The only reason i am here, is you. I cant think of not calling you everyday. You are the only person who knows me so much, i am the only person who knows you this much. We….we love you.

(The pause at we made me rethink the whole conversation at night. Made me think whether he meant just him. Or no.)

We broke apart from the hug. I sniff, he pulls me close. He wipes under my eyes, no tears. I laugh and say all the snot is coming through my nose. We laugh, hug again.

He tells me his dad said sometimes they wish they didn't have him, my heart breaks. I hug him wholly, my arms wrap around his neck, bringing his face to my shoulders, his body down to my height. His face nestles into my shoulder, my hands cup his head. My cheek touch his, only for a moment. Vulnerable, naked, shy. All of it, both of us.

I say, im not good at words as you are, but i am always here with you. He nods, i know.

Emotional, longing, heartwarming. All of it, both of us.

As i sit here at night, thinking of all that happened, i sit upright and feel the need to write after a lot of days, and write write write i do, still not of the guy i thought i should.

[lveclouds]

↬ pairing/characters: spy wonwoo x reader, other members may be mentioned

↬ genre/aus: heavy angst, zero to no fluff (im so sorry, this fic is essentially 100% angst), non idol au, spy au 

↬ summary: in which you remember the spy that loved you and how he broke your heart.  

↬ rating(s): m,18+ (see warnings) 

↬ tw: heavy swearing, sad ending (yep this one’s a sad one folks), mentions of injuries (brief), mild violence (mainly mentions, nothing graphic), wonwoo’s a sweetheart and also self-sacrificing:((, reader needs a huge hug, mild violence (mentions only, no actual scenes depicted), brief mentions of nightmares (brief)

↬ wc: 2.2k 

↬ note: this fic was yet another one that came out of nowhere <3 i have zero self control lmao anyways the title of this fic comes from the song ‘moments’ by one direction, and this fic is also loosely based off the song as well <3 this fic WILL hurt, so i apologize in advance for the emotional damage i will cause (im sending all of you the biggest hugs) and yes i listened to an angsty playlist while writing this oops i have zero regrets  

tears stung your eyes as you lay curled up in a ball on your bed, clutching a worn stuffed animal to your chest. the bear had been gifted to you by your mother when you were seven, and you'd never had the heart to give it away. 

it was times like these, when your heart felt that it would shatter into a million fragments, that you were grateful for the stuffed bear's presence. 

your body shook with sobs as images of wonwoo's gorgeous smile flashed across your mind. the memory of his gentle touches and kisses were burned into your skin like a brand. 

and if you closed your eyes, you could still see him standing in your small kitchen, raven hair mussed, sweatpants low on his hips, humming softly to himself as he made breakfast, see the utter fondness and adoration in his eyes whenever he looked at you, cleaving your heart in two, never to be fixed or made whole again. 

loving wonwoo was as easy as breathing, and you had bared yourself to him, heart and soul. he was gentle, kind, and loved with all his heart. wonwoo wasn't an overly affectionate person, but he showed his love in other ways: through quality time and acts of service. 

he would always sit next to you on the spacious living room couch, nose buried in a thick paperback, glasses sliding down his nose, while you watched your favorite drama, happily munching on snacks. 

wonwoo wouldn't say anything, and yet, those were the times with him that you had treasured the most. sometimes, the nights would end with you falling asleep on his shoulder, and the warmth and solidness of him was enough. 

it was enough to convince you that wonwoo would forever be a permanent presence in your life. hot tears scalded your cheeks, blurring your vision, and you let out a helpless whimper, clutching your teddy bear closer to your chest. the day he left still lingered in your mind, for it'd been the day that your entire world collapsed. wonwoo hadn't yelled, hadn't screamed at you, hadn't lashed out like you'd expected him to.

instead, he had given you a sad, teary-eyed smile, strong arms wrapping themselves around you, holding you flush against him, as if he were reluctant to let go. you had sobbed into his shirt, curling your fingers in the soft fabric, the woodsy scent of his cologne hitting your nose, comforting and familiar.

"i'm sorry, love, i wish it didn't have to be this way, and leaving you, leaving all the memories we made, is the hardest fucking thing i've ever had to do, and one day, i hope you will forgive me for hurting you. i will never be able to live with myself knowing that i did, and i won't blame you if you come to resent me one day. i would."

"thank you for loving me. thank you for loving all of me, the good, the bad, the ugly, and for loving me even with all the blood on my hands, despite all the danger i put you in. the danger that you are put in because you’re with someone like me.” and, after giving you one last kiss, dizzying and enough to make you weak in the knees, he left, taking your heart with him.

you knew wonwoo’s job wasn’t exactly ordinary, as he’d often come home at ungodly hours at night, bone-tired and with the occasional cut or bruise marring his perfect skin, and you hated those nights when you’d had to patch him up, for the sight of him in pain was too much to bear. 

wonwoo would sometimes be gone for days, even weeks at a time, unable to be contacted, and you would cry yourself to sleep every night, hoping and praying that he would come back to you, safe and sound.  

you’d always felt safe with wonwoo. despite the ruthlessness and mercilessness he showed when dealing with the men that were always chasing after him, it was a great contrast from the gentle touches and kisses you received. wonwoo had never hurt you, had always treated you like fine china, and that to you had been enough.  

it hadn’t mattered that scary looking men hunted him down every night, and wonwoo had had to close your eyes everytime he was about to defend himself and you, telling you to close your eyes. close your eyes love, i don’t want you to see this ugly, dark side of me, was what he always said. 

wonwoo was a mystery, and though you had managed to get past his seemingly iron clad defenses, there were still things he kept from you. he never talked about his job, nor why he disappeared for a few weeks and came back. 

when you had mustered up enough courage to ask him, wonwoo’s entire body grew tense, and you could see the fear dancing in his gorgeous light blue eyes. “do you not trust me?” you had asked, heart breaking at the thought that wonwoo didn’t trust you. devastation had flashed across his face. “of course i trust you, more than anyone in this world.” “then why? why won’t you tell me why you disappear without warning and then come back weeks or even months later? why? are you seeing someone else?” 

at that, wonwoo’s jaw flexed, just slightly. “no, of course not, it’s always been you for me, no one else. i can’t tell you why i’m away for weeks and months, it’ll put us in danger if i do. especially you. but promise me love, that you will trust me? i’m trying to find a way out, a way out of this cursed life i was led to live. will you wait for me?” “yes, i’d wait a hundred years for you.” 

the tears came faster now, streaming down your face like a waterfall, as you remembered how wonwoo had taken you into his arms afterwards, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, rubbing comforting circles on your back. you hated the people that had forced wonwoo to take up a career he didn’t want, and for taking away the one man you had ever loved.  

”i won’t blame you if you come to resent me one day. i would.” you let out a choked sob, for you could never resent wonwoo for leaving you, even if it felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest. it’d been nearly two years since wonwoo had left, and that had been the last time you’d heard from him.  

you’d found out what wonwoo was so hell bent on keeping from you on a rainy day, of all days, and he had been gone for three weeks. the curiosity and urge to know what wonwoo was hiding was overwhelming, and you’d decided to look through the office he’d had installed some summers ago.  

after a few hours, your search had proven to be fruitless, and you’d been about to give up when you stumbled upon a worn cardboard box hidden in the closet. with shaking hands, you’d lifted the lid of the box and felt your heart drop into your stomach.

  inside was a dozen or so fake ids, passports, and a plethora of classified documents that you didn’t have the courage to go through. you’d sat on the floor in a daze afterwards, mind whirring with a million thoughts, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry at the absurdity of the situation. wonwoo, the selfless and beautiful man you had fallen in love with, was a fucking spy.  

said male had arrived home days later, and you had mustered up the courage to confront him about the box he’d hidden in the closet, hot tears streaming staining your cheeks. “am i part of your mission? did the agency want you to pretend to fall in love with me so you could get information? do you even really love me? or has our entire relationship been one complete lie?” 

you’d lamented, and the look of absolute horror and devastation that had flashed across wonwoo’s face was enough to feel a pang of guilt shoot through you.  

“no, never. while falling in love with you was something i never planned or expected, it’s the best thing that has ever happened to me, and i will never regret it, not even if my life is on the line."  you had crumpled to the ground, knees giving out as you collapsed to the floor. wonwoo had immediately rushed over to you, pulling you into his arms and holding you as you sobbed into his chest. 

after that, wonwoo began to be more honest with you about his job, telling you that the reason he was away for weeks or even months at a time was because of missions that his boss had demanded him go on. you were grateful that he trusted you not to tell anyone about his job, but you couldn’t help but feel paranoid. paranoid that something terrible was going to happen to you, or god forbid, wonwoo.

and because your intuition was too sharp, you had begun to notice cars tailing you and wonwoo, particularly after dinners and outings with his friends, hoshi, woozi, dokyeom, mingyu, scoups, vernon, joshua, jeonghan, minghao, jun, and seungkwan. then, one night, wonwoo had told you to close your eyes, albeit softly. 

“close your eyes, love,” he’d say, “and don’t open them until i say so.” you’d do as wonwoo would say, not daring to open your eyes until he deemed it safe. you faintly remembered the loud boom of a gun, and the loud screech of tires as wonwoo drove like a madman. there were nights where you were too scared to go out, for the fear of being followed or hunted down was overwhelming. 

wonwoo had one of his friends, jeonghan, who was an expert in cyber security, install a special security system in your home, and for mingyu and minghao to watch over you while he was away on missions. 

you were glad for the aforementioned males’ presence, as they were gentle and kind and always made sure you were okay. there were nights where you would wake up sobbing, due to terrible nightmares, and mingyu or minghao, who were sleeping in the guest rooms down the hall, would come rushing in and pull you into a comforting hug, rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

the relief that would course through you whenever wonwoo would come home, unscathed from a mission, was overwhelming. there were many nights spent where he would just hold you, and you would breathe in his comforting woodsy scent, basking in the warmth and familiarity of him. 

the day that he told you that his agency was relocating was the worst day of your life. you had begged him not to go, to stay and give up his dangerous career, but wonwoo had smiled sadly, taking you into his arms for the last time, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “i wish things were that simple, and i would give up my career for you in a heartbeat, but unfortunately, i can’t just up and leave, even if i wanted to.” 

it hurt, everything hurt, and the last words that wonwoo had ever said to you still lingered in your mind. “promise me, love, that if our paths never cross again, if i am not able to come back to you, that you will find the strength to be happy. i won’t be able to live with myself if you aren’t happy and being loved and cherished by someone, even if it’s not me.” 

hot tears scalded your cheeks as you sobbed, heart cracking and chest heaving with uneven breaths. i’m sorry, my love, but i don’t i will ever be able to move on. you were the greatest joy in my life, and now that you’ve left me, i have nothing left. i will never be able to love someone as deeply as i did you.  

a/n: i’m so sorry y’all :(( i promise my next fic won’t be as depressing slkdljkjfdj anyways i hope you all enjoyed this sad fic, i honestly nearly cried writing this. i am sending you all the biggest hugs, and know that you are important and loved <3 

tagging: @sketchguk​ , @playmetheclassics​, @skyjoong​ , @adulttoast​, @taeyo95​ , @seokmins​ @shuashong​ , @joonminshua ​+ anyone else who wants to read this :)

[eternalwritess]

Hi there! I was wondering if you can do a Hazbin Hotel romantic matchup for me based on the given information provided below:

I’m 18+. I go by she/her pronouns and i’m bisexual. I’m a Pisces Sun, Gemini Moon and Libra Rising. I have almond shaped eyes, long, thick eyebrows, long eyelashes and dark brown wavy hair. I would describe my body type as a mid-size pear-shaped body. I’m about 5’2.5ft (158.75cm). I have two beauty marks around my cheeks. I have thick legs thanks to exercising. I am apparently more psychically strong than I appear.

My likes include coffee, drawing, singing, fashion, dancing, candles, sweets, pop music, rock music and daydreaming.

I dislike people who are dismissive of my feelings, the cold, math and having to focus on something that is boring to me.

As for my personality, I would describe myself as sassy as I love to engage in playful banter and joking around. I’m very sweet and always do my best to support the ones I love through words of affirmations and acts of service. I get really anxious/flustered easily. I can be either really quiet or really loud (there’s no in between lol.) If i’m overwhelmed, I become very feisty. I try to hide my emotions but it’s hard for me to do it.

I would like a partner that is kind and caring while also providing me with the stability I need since i’m naturally very anxious of everything. I like someone who is very passionate about their interests. I would love them to be receptive to my tendency to want hugs since i’m a hugger. I want someone who can make me smile and laugh.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖��� 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮!

im not that good with tar signs so uh- here we go hopefully this isnt too bad :)

You and Rosie seem like you'd be a great match! Especially if you love to gossip

You and her probably sit down each morning to have a cup of coffee or maybe tea in her case and just talk. She loves talking and she'll talk your ear off if you let her

When she catches your drawing she'll always praise you for it saying how good of an artist you are

"That looks amazing! Oh dear you really are quite the artist aren't you?"

As for singing and dancing she'll love to turn on the radio or any of your music and jam out to it. Even though her style of dancing might be a bit more classical than yours she'll dance with you anyways and probably teach you a few other moves

She loves to do things like the tango or waltz with you all the time and will request it randomly throughout the day

Obviously this may get you flustered which she loves. She thinks that you're adorable when you're flustered and will keep trying to make you so

"Oh aren't you just the sweetest thing ever"

She'll commonly get you sweets such as candy or cupcakes and will request that its not made with demon parts if you don't like that

She'll never dismiss your feelings she'd most likely rather die than do so. Once she notices that you're down she'll rush on over to your side and try to cheer you up with some coffee or a cupcake or two

"Oh whats the matter? What made you like this?"

She loves it when you talk sweetly to her and will get quite flustered at it calling you a proper lady and blushing

When you get her stuff she will try to out do you in some manner getting you something bigger or just straight up better she likes the challenge

She doesn't mind the change in volume from you either. In fact she loves it as it always surprises her and she loves surprises

With her you wouldn't need to feel anxious as she's an overlord anyone and anything that can even dream of harming you is already six feet further in the ground not to mention that she's friends with Alastor.

Whether that makes you more or less worried is up to you though but she'll most likely try and convince you that he's harmless

"Don't worry about him dear. He can't do anything to ya,"

Rosie loves physical touch like you and will always want to cuddle especially on days that she has to deal with Susan

She also snuggles up to you whenever you're both sitting down

As for getting feisty she doesn't mind it at all. She actually loves to see you stand up for yourself