#but he secretly loves it when you lavish him in attention

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Chatter box anon here and struggling !

saving up for the scribe during exam week is work out, fckin kill me ;; buut hey! he's worth it, i'm in love with grass lmfao

have this prompt while i'm at it; Childe and Legacy are the same, "Legacy" is simply Childe's true and unfiltered, pure feelings, no human filter, just intent. it's why his anger is lethal, his grudes become terrifying, but his love? oh my, oh my.. his love is as obvious as his biased human heart. it almost makes him look dumber. What i'm getting at is, Childe confessed to S/O because they found him with no filter, and he had a mini crisis once he was back to human because OF COURSE. of COURSE he confessed as a monster, but oh my god didn't S/O- THEY SAID Y E S??- WHY DID THEY SAY YES?????

OHHHH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Childe keeping his love for you a secret because he's scared that you'll get hurt or that you'll reject and hate him afterwards- he's already got your friendship, and that should be enough, especially considering his position as a Harbinger! he tries so valiantly to extinguish his romantic feelings for you, but.... Archons, you're just so amazing and he loves you so much, so instead he quietly pines for you and keeps his mouth shut- until the day you catch him in Foul Legacy form and he inadvertently confesses, delicately holding your hands in his claws and staring at you with such affection and adoration you immediately believe him

of course when he transforms back it takes a moment to remember what exactly he just did, and when he does he's absolutely overcome with embarrassment- he just CONFESSED to you in his FOUL LEGACY FORM- he said "I love you" while looking like an Abyssal monster and- why are you laughing???

it's a kind laugh though, and you pull Childe's hands away from his face and cup his cheek in your palm before leaning in and pressing a gently kissing his forehead. Childe's already burning cheeks blush further, and he wants to run and hide when he hears something like a purr hum in his throat. tell him that you love his Foul Legacy form and he melts from overwhelming affection for you and embarrassment <333

[sexbot300]

18+, minors dni! (being a slut for nanami bc honestly who isn’t)

authors note: hello! this is my first-ever post, i hope you guys enjoy it! (I literally have no idea how layouts work yet, bear with me)

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sugardaddy!nanami who scolds you whenever you feel as if you’re “doing too much,” with all the lavish gifts he gives you. nothing is too much for his angel.

sugardaddy!nanami that asks which jewelry set you like best. emerald or ruby? ah. how about both?

sugardaddy!nanami who you thought would be a joyless, serious man as people portray him. they’re not lying, he really is serious, to people that aren’t you. you’ll witness a soft side of him that only shows the most gentle of smiles.

sugardaddy!nanami who gladly scoops you up bridal style in his arms, walking while you burry your head into his chest.

sugardaddy!nanami who unpacks the gifts he gets you on the countertop after a business trip. “kento, baby, you shouldn’t have.” you play with the polyester ribbon while he simply leans back on the fridge opening up a beverage. “I couldn’t help but have the prettiest woman in the world waiting for me at home. it would be embarrassing of me to show up empty-handed.”

sugardaddy!nanami who for the first few times that you went out with him, meticulously kept track of the things you called “cute” and noted wherever your eyes wandered for a minute too long. the next morning you woke up with everything you ogled your eyes at decorating your room. attached is a note that read, “please forgive me, sweetheart, I didn’t know which you liked best. p.s. my sincerest apologies again, I let my own thoughts get carried away. be good for me and wear this tonight.” your fingers gingerly held onto the note, until your eyes fell on two things you don’t remember looking at when you went out shopping. a beautiful silk gown and an expensive lingerie set.

sugardaddy!nanami who will gladly kneel to strap your heel, placing a kiss on your ankle, after trailing his hand up and down your shin.

sugardaddy!nanami who sends you a monthly allowance for your hair, nails, skincare, and whatever you desire.

sugardaddy!nanami who thinks indulging in materialistic things is futile, but he wants to see you decorated in every fine piece of fabric, clothing, and accessories.

sugardaddy!nanami who acts as if he’s unbothered by you curling up on his lap while he types away on his work computer. you couldn’t even tell how much he adores every second of this as he idly types away. he loves to have you pushed up on him all the time, the minute you slightly move? a strong hand is placed on your thigh or waist to prevent you from leaving.

sugardaddy!nanami who’s only condition is to continue this dynamic until you’re unhappy or want nothing to do with it. (you literally want to marry this man but okay).

sugardaddy!nanami who has a saturday night ritual with you where you buy the most extravagant of desserts and feed it to each other. oh yeah, you have to be sitting on his lap the entire time while you both feed each other from the same fork.

sugardaddy!nanami who places his nose on the nape of your neck while you’re seated on him as he sharply breathes in your scent. “as much as I enjoy eating sweets with you,” he said in a whisper, “they could never mimic your taste.”

sugardaddy!nanami who started off paying your rent, bills, and utilities which he felt mentally, secretly disgruntled by. not because he’s paying (duh) or he has to take care of you, it’s just the fact you haven’t moved in with him yet.

sugardaddy!nanami who considers you under his care and deems your wellbeing as his responsibility. you’re hurt? point to where. your body is sore? lay back down while he massages you. you’re hungry? food is being sent over and here’s money for grocery shopping. you’re upset? he kneels down in front of you as he attentively listens to your sobs.

sugardaddy!nanami who supports your hobbies. he’ll drop off little things that he knows have to do with your interests and only says, “you like this don’t you?” you name drop pilates, cooking, art, knitting, whatever it is, he signs you up for the nearest classes.

sugardaddy!nanami who actually notices if you did something different with your hair, if you wore a new shade of lip gloss. little things.

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sugardaddy!nanami who places the most tender of kisses onto your forehead like he didn’t wreck your shit a second prior. “such a good girl… i’m so so proud. taking my cock in so well.”

sugardaddy!nanami that plays with your body in subtle ways. hands? his big, veiny fingers are stroking yours gently. thighs? constantly getting gripped. your waist? a strong arm wrapped around it. your cheek? a thumb stroking it. shoulders? relieving tension from it. collarbone? rearranging your necklace so it lays properly. guts? fucked out of place. makeup? smeared all across his luxurious bedsheets. lips? blown out from sucking his monster cock and making out.

sugardaddy!nanami who rents out an entire summer beach house with a glorious view of the ocean. partially because he likes the privacy of you two alone, surrounded by nature, and romantic sunset dinners. also because he wants to watch you ride him while he leans back on a beach chair without disturbing the public. (nobody is allowed to see what’s his).

sugardaddy!nanami who actually pounded you into another dimension, your mind still in a haze while he carries you to the running bath. “stay with me princess, i need to clean you up.”

sugardaddy!nanami who makes sure you finish several times before he does. oh poor baby, you’re out of breath? would you like some water? we’re not finished yet. poor nanami didn’t get to cum once, and you so badly want him to use your body to do so.

sugardaddy!nanami who buys you a personal collection of sex toys to play with when he’s not there. he personally studies the way your body twitches and convulses with certain toys, he needs to know how to please his princess. sometimes he chuckles to himself because he knows deep down, nothing– no one, can please you the way he does.

sugardaddy!nanami who sees you stressed or crying over school and work and quickly replaces those tears with ones of joy.

sugardaddy!nanami who will have you folded like a damn lawn chair and only whisper sweet nothings while drilling into you.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a high sex drive but hides it in the beginning like the gentleman he is, making sure you feel comfortable and safe.

sugardaddy!nanami who gives you the car you’ve been wanting forever. you ride the car for a bit with him ecstatic, kissing him over and over, giggling. you both quickly found a new way to celebrate. you’re pinned down over the glove compartment, one large hand gripping both of yours as they’re pinned to your back, and the sounds of skin slapping with your loud moans mix in the air. “ke-n-toooo~ I-I don’t want to ge- uh! It m-messy in h-ere…” “don’t worry darling, I-” a low grunt comes out, “i always cum inside dont I?” he quickens up the pace only to have you screaming like a whore. “t-that’s it. just take it. It feels good, I know,” he mercilessly pounds into you, kissing your temple, “just come undone on me, that’s it. make me proud.”

sugardaddy!nanami who texts you to quickly come to the office and sends you a cab for an urgent “visit.” why? he’s stressed and his favorite method to cool down is your throat expanding around his girthy dick. he'll grip the strands of your hair while cooing at you, "i know angel, i know. but you look so beautiful right now, don't stop."

sugardaddy!nanami who groans from the stressors of his job, turning his attention to you while he pushes himself back on his chair. he looks down on his bulge before sighing and tugging his tie down left and right. “go ahead. come suck me off, i need it and I know you want it too.”

sugardaddy!nanami who does the whole pillow underneath, hand pressed on lower abdomen, with a vibrator wand abusing your clit.

sugardaddy!nanami who has a diet that consists of devouring your pussy on a regular basis. “b-babe… i- ah! s-slow down,” as you elicit a loud dirty moan that fills the room, “pleaaaase.” if only you knew he takes more pleasure out of this than you and you’re the one gripping his hair to the point of leaving his scalp red. he further pushes his nose into you, mumbling, “beg all you want, I’m not done.”

sugardaddy!nanami who is a gentleman, really. who will kill anything within 5 meters if it remotely threatens you. but he can’t help but admire the way your little cunt can’t fully take it the first few times together.

sugardaddy!nanami who never thought much of daddy kinks, but when he hears “daddy” slip out of your precious mouth, his heels dig deeper into the mattress, his massive body weight shifts crushing you, angling his dick in an almost sinful way while pressing you deeper into a mating press. “say it again.”

sugardaddy!nanami who watches you squirm with a vibrator jammed to your clit and his tongue lapping up and down your cunt like any separation from his tongue and your pussy will cause his death. “k-kento s-stop this feeli- ah! I th- oh god! I think I need to pee!” he can’t help but chuckle in his head. his baby never squirted before until now.

sugardaddy!nanami who secretly wants to get you knocked up. man loves fucking his cum into you. he has such a big breeding kink that you catch on.

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Can I request a Yandere Slashers with an S/O like Patrick Bateman (She is a rich narcissist, arrogant with others, always treating others as if they were inferior, but with the slashers she is sweeter, always showing affection for them)

Yandere! Slashers with Patrick Bateman-esque Reader

Slashers x Reader

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, Bo, & Lester

Warnings: Some foul language

A/N: I love this request! Thank you, and I hope you like it! (No mentions of Reader pronouns in the fic itself)

Freddy Krueger

Honestly, Freddy finds it pretty funny (like most things)

He too is an asshole to pretty much anyone other than you

So together, you make quite the duo

He won't admit it, but there are times where you're honestly kind of scary

The way you can say the most traumatizing thing to someone without so much as blinking has him a little frazzled

Even he chuckles or shows some type of emotion

But when you're both alone, it becomes a different story

It's the only time he sees you smile and really relax

To think that you'd so much as hug someone is insane, but Freddy gets to see that side to you

It honestly just makes him trust you more

Knowing that he's the only one you're actually nice to puts his mind at ease

It's even gotten to the point where he feels comfortable letting you have some freedom during the day

He's still watching, of course, but he knows he has nothing to worry about

Michael Myers

He's probably the most similar to you out of everyone you've ever met

(It's why he became attached to you in the first place)

Seeing you say the most evil things to people without showing any emotion, and using your money just for yourself stirred something in him

And it still does

The connection was so immediate that he learned to trust you pretty quickly

He still likes to follow you whenever he gives you some "alone time"

But what originally started out as trust issues soon turned into entertainment

He likes seeing you move so confidently about your day and scaring all those around you

The way your presence alone silences a room is enchanting to him

And since he doesn't really like to go out much during the day, he gets to live vicariously through you

And when you come home with a smile and a quick kiss, it secretly melts him

You are perfect for him

Jason Voorhees

When he first got to you, his ability to trust you was hardly there

You seemed so cold and uncaring

It seemed impossible for you to return his feelings

But over time, he began to see you show more kindness and affection towards him

He was confused and just assumed that you were trying to gain his trust so you could leave him

But then he saw how you acted when he "wasn't" around

Whatever side he got to see of you wasn't the side you showed to everyone else

Because of this, you began to make him feel special

And his walls came crumbling down the as soon as they were put up

You spoil him, in his opinion

Lavish gifts, kisses, genuine laughs, and just overall attention has Jason melting in your hands

He honestly doesn't even care if it's just an act anymore

He's addicted to how special you make him feel

Plus, there's no way he's ever going to let you go anyways

Thomas Hewitt

It came as quite the shock when you were actually nice to him

He was enamored by you, clearly

But he saw the way to treated others as below you

It was a risk for him to take you as his in the first place

But when he noticed the little gleam in your eyes while looking at him, he knew he was locked in for good

He lets you initiate the affection most of the time, and he'll never say no to you

He even feels pretty comfortable letting you go into town and do what you want

He knows how you act around others, so there's no doubt in his mind that you wouldn't try to betray him

Plus, he loves the gifts you come home with after a day out

He's never owned anything nice before, so he truly feels like he's in heaven with you

You just can't ever act cold towards him

Even if he does something to anger you, you can't lash out

He will not hesitate to lock you in your shared room for the whole day if he sees it necessary

He likes your cold demeanor only when it's not directed at him

The moment it is, he will become immediately wounded

Bubba Sawyer

This poor man doesn't know any difference

You could step on his face and he'd be giggling

So he barely even notices your sour attitude with other people

He just thinks you're perfect no matter what you say or do

You can literally see hearts in his pupils when he looks at you

But thankfully, you actually enjoy your time with Bubba

The simplest touch or compliment given by you has Bubba kicking his feet and blushing

And when other people are around, you could call them the meanest name in the book, and he'd just be all smiley and giddy

He really is all around innocent

However, this sweetness only lasts for as long as you stay in the house with him

If you need to grab some things from the store or want to walk around by yourself for a bit, it comes with a price

He will beg, cry, and plead with you to stay

It doesn't matter how cold and uncaring you are with everyone else, he doesn't want you going anywhere

But if you insist, expect him to be pouty and silent around you for the rest of the day

But don't worry, by morning it's like it never even happened

Brahms Heelshire

Your calm and callous demeanor only fuels Brahms possessiveness

He loves how cruel you can be with others

And the money you have is fitting to him (having been raised a rich boy himself)

He'd prefer if you didn't interact with anyone at all, but he supposes your hatefulness makes up for that

Oh but when you come home with a big smile and arms outstretched for a hug, he becomes putty

He'll hold you for hours without so much as a motion to move

He loves that he's the only one that gets to see you like this

But just be careful

Brahms likes making up situations in his head

If he thinks you so much as blinked one too many times around someone, he will go berserk

He loves that you're cruel to everyone but him, but if he's having an off day, it's easy for him to see things that didn't actually happen

And once he has that thought in his head, it's hard to convince him otherwise

If he thinks you weren't being cold enough to someone, he will not hesitate to lock them in the house and place you right in front of them, making you do the dirty work

It doesn't faze you much thankfully, but it can become a bit annoying

Especially when your $800 shoes get blood on them

Norman Bates

Kindness is the number one policy in Mother's book

So he really isn't a fan on how you treat other people

Treating other's cruelly and not even attempting to share your wealth is all immoral in Norman's mind

He's tried having so many conversations to you about how you should be kinder

But his voice always falls on deaf ears

You'd think he'd be sick of it by now

But the main reason he can't give you up is because of how sweet you are towards him

You litter him with affection and sweet words

You gift him with just about everything he's ever wanted

He knows it's wrong, but he's addicted to how you make him feel

Could it all be an act on your part? Sure

But he barely cares, to be honest

He knows you'll be the death of him, but he truly can't imagine a better way to go out

Billy Loomis

He hates to admit it, but he finds it oh so sexy

You're quick with your words, and the slight raise of a brow is all it takes for someone to crumble to their knees around you

The control you have is awe-inspiring to him

And the fact that you become his little love bug at home only makes it more exciting

Seeing you go from rude and cruel one moment to sweet and kind the next keeps things interesting for Billy

He truly believes that most of humanity doesn't deserve the attention of people like you or him

You're both too good for them

With that being said, Billy's "body count" has gone up drastically since he claimed you

You're mean to someone? They deserve to die

You're a little too nice to a guy? He had it coming

Someone so much as bumps into you on the street? They'll be gone by the end of the night

He swears you're making him even crazier than before

But God, he loves it

Stu Macher

Look, Stu is all about hating other people

As lighthearted and goofy as he is, he really can't stand a lot of people

The amount of times he's murdered some stranger over and over again in his mind is outrageous

So he gets it

But at the same time, suspicion easily arises from people who see how outwardly cold you are

He's asked you time and time again to "lighten up," but it never changes anything

Which is why he's always so astounded by how you are when you both are alone

You laugh at all of his jokes, you plant his face full of kisses, and you even share his love for horror films

How you act with him is how he wishes you'd act in public

But at the same time, he kind of likes how two-sided you are

There's a part of him that loves being the only one who receives your kindness

It just makes it taste that much more sweet to him

And to be honest, if you ever did act nice to someone other than him, his whole mind would go dark

And you'd never hear from that person again

Vincent Sinclair

Contrary to what many people would assume, Vincent enjoys your callousness towards others

He hasn't come across many people during his life, but those he has met have always shown him nothing but disgust and hatred

Even his own brothers have ridiculed him and ordered him around like he was a slave (mostly Bo, but Lester has had his moments)

This only fueled a true hatred for most of humanity

It's a large part of the reason he set his sights on you in the first place

You stirred something in him, and he knew there was no going back from that feeling

But the way you acted around him was quite the surprise

You spoke so softly to him and touched him like you were a true angel on earth

You made him feel so special in a way that no one else had

There's no way he was ever going to let you go

It just feels so nice to have someone on his team for once

Your glare is so cold that even Bo doesn't want anything to do with you

Vincent has gotten his first taste of respect, and he only wants more

Bo Sinclair

He's always wanted his partner to have a little fire to them

But damn, you were a hell of a lot more than just a flame

He was drawn to you like a moth, and seeing how mesmerizing yet cruel you could be was like the total package to him

Anytime you told someone off, he'd just be standing back saying "that's my darlin' right there"

And at first, he didn't want to believe that you were being genuine when you cuddled up to him or gave him a passionate kiss on the lips

He thought is was all a game, and he was happy to play

But after some time being met with this affection, he soon became convinced that maybe you actually did return his infatuation

And that opened up a whole new world

He loves to take you to a night out in the next town over, showing you off

And between the money he's stolen off of visitors and the riches you have in tow, you both splurge on each other like crazy

This is quite literally a dream relationship

And with how manipulative you could be, the wax museum was booming more than ever

He'd be dead before he'd let you leave

Lester Sinclair

He finds your arrogance and cruelty a little unnecessary at times

But he doesn't ever push you too hard on it

As long as you're nice to him, that's all that matters

In fact, he lets you do what you want whenever you want it

You could walk all over him, and he'd still thank you for it

However, escaping him will never be an option

You're his, and your happiness is his number one priority

Just so long it involves being with him

But he grew to trust you pretty quickly

You're just so kind and loving towards him that he can't imagine you ever leaving him

It just doesn't make sense, right?

Even if you did try to leave, all you have to do is give him a big kiss, and he'd forgive you

Just don't talk to other people for too long

Even if you're saying the most hateful things to them, that attention alone is enough to make Lester insecure

If you want to spew anger at someone, he'll happily take it

Your attention is all he desires after all, good or bad

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Let the Right Girl In

Pairing: loser!Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Based on this request! Thank you :)

TW: use of fake/artificial blood and fangs, kissing

Summary: After months of secretly craving your attention, your friend Draco Malfoy finally finds the courage to overcome his crush-driven nerves by inviting you to the Halloween party of the season at Malfoy Manor. What he doesn’t expect is how quickly you turn it into a date at the suggestion of a seriously iconic couple’s costume.

A/N: There are of course some direct quotes and references from “Dracula” in this fic. It’s all very obvious with just a super basic knowledge of the story. No further research necessary :)

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“Move, you bloody oaf!” Draco yells as he shoves a third year Gryffindor into the nearest wall, hastily making his way down the corridor to Transfiguration class. Any class he shares with you is his favorite, but today is different. Today he’s extra eager to arrive early to grab a seat next to you.

Usually he waits outside the classroom until you’re about 10 feet away, stealing you away from whoever holds your attention at that moment. His confidence glows, but underneath are a thousand nerves, each one sparking like fireworks when you arrive.

Most people can’t get under Draco’s skin, but you aren’t most people. This boy has had eyes for you longer than he’d like to admit, and he’s spent each day of it absolutely craving your attention. In fact, it’s become sort of a game for him. Devising ways to bump into you, manipulating teachers to partner you on projects, whatever it takes to get even just a glint of eye contact, a brushing touch, or a subtle laugh from you.

And the fact is, none of it is for show. The payoff for him is the prolonged, palpable thrill that lingers from even just a fleeting moment with you.

Draco’s parents have decided to host a lavish Halloween party at the manor this year and the minute he caught wind of it, he was dead set on you attending. Hundreds of fancy invites have been created already, yours being the first delivered, of course.

McGonagall gives Draco a curious eye, suspicious of his unusual timeliness. “Class is not yet in session, Mr. Malf-” she stops abruptly, her attention turning to you in the doorway. She looks between the two of you, a knowing smile grows on her face as Draco’s unwavering stare follows your every step. He couldn’t blink if he tried.

“Hi, Draco” you greet him in your soft, bright voice. The sound of his name on your tongue sends a jolt of adrenaline through him, struggling to produce a coherent response.

“Precious, precious Y/L/N,” he responds, his heart quickening as you set your books down next to his own on your desk. He swallows, trying especially hard to maintain his cool facade. “Feel like being neighbors today then?”

You sit down next to him, smoothing your skirt out underneath you while doing so. You scan him up and down, making him wonder… are you… checking him out right now?

“Hmm, well I always did have a thing for the boy next door.” You joke, nudging him with an elbow. Your response alone is enough to break his brain, enough that he has to tell himself you were just playing around. He readjusts his focus, reminding himself of the task at hand.

“Then I suppose it wouldn’t be too difficult for you to find your way over, then?” he asks, extracting the invitation from inside his robe and presenting it to you, your intrigued features quickly relaxing into an excited grin.

The way your hand grazes his while accepting the card could have added years to his life. His gaze worships you, morphing into tunnel vision the longer you inspect the invitation. Your eyes note the black and orange borders and the lovely cursive handwriting that could only belong to Narcissa.

You look up to him, his breath still as he awaits your answer, the anticipation rendering his mind blank.

“Do we get to wear costumes? Or is this one of those classic Malfoy functions that requires classic Malfoy attire?” You inquire, each word drenched in playfulness.

He fucking loves riffing with you and pushing each other’s buttons. As long as you’re talking to him, it doesn’t matter. You could be publicly berating him and he would relish every single second.

“Costumes required, actually. But that won’t be hard for someone who already resembles an angel,” he says, resting his temple on a fist. To this, you break into a fit of laughter. He can’t help but notice the rosy hue developing on your cheeks, the way your eyes crinkle and your nose scrunches.

“An angel?! How positively daft,” you tease, shaking your head. He could have sworn you started to reach for him in your bout of giggling. “No, I’ve got a killer idea.”

He is just dying to know what you have in mind, his thoughts swimming with fantasies of you in his home, all dressed up. But it is quickly cut off by a room full of loud students and a yelling McGonagall, a sigh of frustration emitting from him. He’ll spend the rest of class imagining you in a range of costumes- cat, inmate… bride? Yeah, that’s his favorite one.

He watches you slip the invitation behind the cover of your textbook for protection. You throw him a wink, and it damn nearly kills him.

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Not a day goes by where he isn’t secretly praying to fast forward to Halloween. Countless times now he’s imagined you meeting his parents, introducing them to his most favorite person. That is, until today.

Lately, Draco’s been deprived of your attention, shying away from fear of bothering you. Honestly, he is still recovering from his flirtatious interaction with you in McGonagall’s class, repeating and analyzing every sentence in his head over and over.

As he’s walking into the Great Hall for breakfast, he approaches the table and notices a book lying where he normally sits. Probably some delinquent student forgetting their belongings behind.

But as he gets closer, he’s hit by a wall of your perfume, a mist of orange blossoms and vanilla filling his senses, indicating your very recent presence. The fragrance causes him to look around for you, a burst of butterflies erupting in his chest as he finds your stare already on him from a few tables over.

You nod in the direction of the book at his place setting, urging him to take a peak. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t hard to break away from your entrancing eye contact, the boy desperate to keep your gaze on him as long as possible.

He manages to glance down, expecting a textbook or something he’s already read. Instead he reads the title aloud, his Slytherin friends listening in as his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Drac-ula? What is Dracula?” he asks to no one in particular, a hint of attitude in his voice. Pansy giggles, being in on your idea previously. She reaches across the table and opens the cover for him.

“It’s a famous muggle story, you git. A bloody good one, you could say.” She and Blaise smirk to each other in pride of her pun, but it earns no response from Draco. She turns the page for him again, this time revealing an illustration of the pale man with his fangs sunk into the neck of his damsel-like counterpart.

Draco’s eyes grow wide, the realization finally settling in. He jumps as you suddenly appear behind him, talking over his shoulder on your tippy toes with your hands on each of his upper arms.

“You already have half his name, and his personality,” you start, huffing a laugh to yourself. His eyes still linger on the drawing as he turns slightly towards you. “I figured you’d be perfect for the part.”

“And you?” he asks with genuine curiosity, his voice just barely shaking, his features softening at the sight of you. You caught him by surprise and now he’s a melting mess, your glow slowly hypnotizing him.

“Darling, we’re both in that picture.” You respond, throwing him another wink and a playful hiss before walking away with your friends. His brain can barely register this information, requiring a minute to fully process your idea.

Theo pokes fun at Draco as the gang gets up to leave for class. “Dear god, I’ve never seen it this bad. It’s like we’re not even here!” He sneers, snapping his fingers in front of Draco’s face, but to no avail.

Draco whispers to himself while scanning the illustration again, unaware that his housemates are in listening proximity. “It’s a couples costume. She wants to do a couple’s costume… with me.” A small smile forms on his face in the aftermath of your conversation.

“You ought to save that devilish smirk for your upcoming role,” Pansy jokes. He stows the book away in his bag and decides to skip his first class, opting to read the book that made you think of him, instead.

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Draco stands utterly still, completely in awe, taking a mental picture of the image before him: you, sitting on his bed in his home. His actual real life home. He’s not sure if it’s disbelief or amazement or general arousal but it’s safe to say there’s a healthy mix of each.

You had brought over everything the two of you would need for your costumes, the nature of yours nearly sending him over the edge already. Normally, he’s praying for just a glimpse in his direction in class, but today, there’s no one else here to distract you from him.

“Come here, lovey,” you say, coaxing him over to you as you lay out the makeup and supplies on a small bedside table. He nearly falls over at the nickname, attempting to build his cold walls back up, but the blush on his cheeks says otherwise.

He sits on the edge of his bed facing you, and you notice how unusually quiet he’s been since your arrival. It’s hard for you to imagine the Draco Malfoy being… anxious?

You approach him, leaning slightly between his legs to get a better vantage point of his face. It takes every fiber of his being not to glance down to your cleavage, the Victorian style dress you’re wearing putting it on full display.

You run a hand through his hair, admiring his features as he looks up at you with eyes full of pure adoration. A slight pause has you realizing how truly weird this is- the coldest boy in school, the Slytherin prince himself, inviting you over to the privacy of his house, giving you the grand tour, letting you set up shop in his childhood bedroom.

Most people aren’t even granted permission to speak to him, and yet here you are, finally coming to the conclusion that… you really aren’t ‘most people.’

He let you in.

“Open your mouth, boy.” Your voice sultry, a teasing smile adorning your face as you place a hand under his chin, holding it in place. His body could ignite right now with how hot his skin is from your touch. He’s not sure he was ever prepared for this level of intimacy with you.

He parts his lips, granting you access inside. Suddenly, your fingers are in his mouth, working on attaching a set of fangs to his teeth. Is this real? Is this happening? How are you so comfortable right now while he’s silently screaming inside at your mere presence?

The limits of his self control are being brutally tested, something he didn’t foresee being an issue today. Electricity shoots through his body as the taste of you grazes his tongue. You can’t help but notice how perfect his lips are, how soft and supple they seem.

Your eyes go wide as the fangs click into place, something wild sparking within your stare. He notices and gives you a look tinged with intrigue.

“This may have been a very bad idea,” you joke, a hint of bashfulness lacing your words. “I didn’t realize you’d make such a handsome vampire.”

His grin grows instantly, his confidence rising ever so slightly as you share your vulnerability. His eyes still shine up at you with sheer infatuation as your posture caves in a bit, bringing your faces closer together.

It’s quiet for a moment as he lets you take him in. The weight of his kindness, openness, and hospitality is all starting to make sense. On top of that, there’s something quite serene about seeing him in this environment, one where he’s fully himself. The volume of your voice lowers to a shadow of a whisper as your hands clasp behind his neck.

“I need you to do me a favor, Draco.” It is incredibly difficult to keep his focus on anything but your lips and how little distance there is to his own. But he’ll do anything he can to keep his chance with you alive and well.

“Anything, doll.” He responds, sitting up straighter.

You reach for an item on the table and place it in his hand, his head barely registering anything outside his immediate concentration on you.

“I need you to make me your Mina.” His heart nearly explodes at the request, his every desire begging him to crush his lips onto yours. He looks from the illustration in the open book on the table down to the container of fake blood in his palm, a smirk thrown your way as he understands what’s coming next.

A hand on your waist catches you by surprise, the pressure guiding you to sit down on his thigh. Before you know it, he’s the one towering over you now, his arm secured around your waist to keep you balanced on his lap.

Don’t be fooled, he is still absolutely racked with nerves. But the girl of his dreams is sitting on his lap, and god damnit if he’s going to let this opportunity pass without making the most of it. He can be brave for you.

His hand makes its way towards you, the deep red substance dripping onto your dress. Your hand finds his back, gripping the material of his white ruffled shirt tightly in your fist. “Tilt,” he requests, needing more access to your neck. You do as asked, resting your head on his shoulder to expose more skin.

He wasn’t expecting you to do this, but god he’ll take it. In a swift motion, he lifts your legs over both his thighs now, giving you both maximum stability. The breath from your small laugh into the crook of his neck gives him chills, his eyes closing for a moment to relish it.

The hand around your waist lifts higher to gather your hair, laying it neatly behind your shoulders. The next thing you feel are his fingers dragging their way across the side of your neck, painting your skin with care and intention. Each stroke makes its way lower and lower towards your chest, the thumping of your heart picking up each time you feel him slide over you.

“Mind if I…?” Draco prompts, gesturing the packet of fake blood itself to your neck. “I’m feeling quite committed to the theatrics.” To this, he earns a joking eye roll of approval from you.

You adjust yourself on his lap, causing his hand to slip down around your hips. Whatever it takes to just keep you here forever seems necessary to him. His heart may be racing, his muscles aching from making sure you’re comfortable, but this is all he’s ever wanted.

You are all he’s ever wanted.

You feel the red liquid cascade down your neck to your chest, seeping into your cleavage, some of it staining the bodice of your dress. Just enough to make it look like a real vampire bite, without being excessive.

“You know,” you breathe, lifting your head to meet his stare, your noses practically touching. “There is one way we could make this… really convincing.”

Draco searches your eyes and for the first time, he finds the same unfiltered longing staring back at him. A needy, pulling desire fills the remaining space left between you. Your hand finds its way to the base of his neck, a slight pressure not unlike the one he used on you before.

“If… if you want, I mean.” Your bit of embarrassment lingers on your cheeks. He smiles, repeating his sentiment from earlier while his hand snakes its way underneath your knees, pulling you even closer to him.

“Anything, doll.” He replies, and this time you know he means it in every sense of the word.

Your hand applies the same pressure again, guiding his face to your neck, and from here he needs no further instruction. You feel the soft yet hungry impact of his lips on your neck, sucking on your skin lightly, his eyes closed as the vampire himself does what he does best.

A sigh escapes you, your fingers curling in his hair as his tongue enters the mix. His movements become more fervent as your response intensifies with each kiss. You let out a tiny yelp as you feel the fangs poke your skin, a mix of pain and pleasure enveloping you as his laugh graces your neck.

He quickly pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. “Sorry, love. Got a bit too into character there, didn’t I?” He winks, his head spinning from it all. You glance down to the mess of red displayed on his chin, admiring the work of art.

“No, it was perfect. You’re a spitting image.” You state, nodding to the book’s visual aid you were using to create this look. You both giggle, observing each other up close.

“And you, my Mina.” Draco tucks a stray hair behind your ear, beckoning you to him again. As the fake blood dries on his skin, he takes one last look in your eyes before you decide to be equally dedicated to your role. Your voice lowers to a mutter, your breath entwining with his.

“I felt in my heart a wicked, burning desire that they would kiss me with those red lips.” He pulls back at the phrase, the realization hitting him like a vivid flashback.

“Chapter three.” He declares, earning a dropped jaw from you. He really read the damn book.

Within seconds, your lips are on his, his response having won your swelling heart. His hands travel around your waist, exploring every inch of you. His whole world seemingly shatters and mends itself as you get lost in each other.

Your lips dance together in a passionate, breathtaking crescendo. Your tongue slides in, claiming his mouth as his hand lifts up to cup and support your cheek. The urgency calms, settling back into a gentle, tender kiss. A kiss so painfully soft, it acts more as an expression of his intentions with you, pointing to a time where this was all but a day dream to him.

“Shall we?” He asks, gesturing his head towards the door. You smile, reaching for the last bit of his costume: a black velvet cape. You lay it around him, snapping the clasps together in the front.

He dives in for one last kiss, tugging your lower lip with his fictitious fangs, causing your hands to land on his chest.

“You know, I think I’m rather fond of these.” He says as he helps you off his lap back to your feet. He scans you up and down, drinking you in.

“Our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would beg to differ.” You joke, letting him spin you around, hooking an arm through his as you walk to the top of the stairs that lead down to the main hall.

You two make your way down the stairs, the guests turning in your direction in awe as cameras flash and fingers point at the prestigious Malfoy son and the beautiful girl on his arm. Draco stops abruptly on the last stair, giving you a blank, anticipatory look.

“What’s wrong, dear?” You whisper, a shadow of worry following your voice.

“You have to invite me in.” To this, you can barely control your immediate bout of laughter, your hold on him growing tighter the harder you laugh.

When you both finally come down, you release your arm from his, stepping in front of him. The crowd went eerily silent, enticed by your dramatic entrance.

Your black-gloved hand reaches out to his as you both put on a show for the entranced guests. He takes it and kisses the back of your hand, a small smirk displayed for your eyes only.

You oblige to his request, the pitch of your voice lying somewhere between innocence and a dark, desirable knowing.

“Enter freely, and of your own free will, my darling.”

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[defnotririi]

Changbin as Mafia husband - Headcanons

1. Protective to the Core

Changbin is fiercely protective of you. He’s a respected mafia boss who’s feared by many, but his first and most important role is your husband. He makes sure you’re always safe, going as far as assigning top guards to follow you whenever he’s away. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to you.

2. A Soft Spot Only for You

To the outside world, Changbin is ruthless and intimidating, but when he’s with you, he’s a total softie. He lets down his guard, showing you a tender, affectionate side that no one else gets to see. You’re the only one who can make him smile and laugh effortlessly, and he’d give up his empire just to keep you happy.

3. Lavish Gifts and Surprises

He’s always spoiling you with expensive gifts and grand gestures. A new piece of jewelry? You find it waiting on your dresser when you wake up. A spontaneous trip to a luxurious, private island? He’s got it arranged within hours. Changbin loves to remind you how important you are to him, and he spares no expense in showing it.

4. Possessive but Respectful

Changbin has a bit of a possessive streak. He’s not shy about letting others know that you’re his, whether it’s through subtle glances or a protective arm around your waist. But he respects your independence and would never try to control you. He just likes knowing you’re his and is fiercely loyal in return.

5. Trusts You With His Secrets

Despite the dangerous life he leads, Changbin trusts you completely. He tells you things he wouldn’t dream of sharing with anyone else, letting you into his world. You’re his confidante, and he values your opinion deeply, often seeking your perspective on important decisions.

6. Unwavering Loyalty and Devotion

Changbin’s loyalty to you is unbreakable. Even though he’s surrounded by danger and chaos daily, you’re the calm in his storm. He would never betray you, knowing you’re the one person who keeps him grounded. In a world of deception, you’re the only one he trusts fully.

7. Little Moments Together Mean Everything

Despite his intense life, Changbin cherishes the small, quiet moments with you. Whether it's cooking breakfast together, watching a movie, or just holding you close in bed, these moments are his escape. He’ll often pull you in for random hugs, savoring every second he has with you away from the outside world.

8. His Dangerous Side Comes Out for You

If anyone ever tried to hurt you, his wrath would be like nothing the world’s seen. Changbin would go to the ends of the earth to keep you safe, and he wouldn’t hesitate to deal with anyone who dared cross that line. No one messes with his family and gets away with it.

9. Intense but Tender Love

Changbin loves passionately and deeply. When he’s with you, he’s fully present, giving you his undivided attention and affection. He’s not afraid to be vulnerable with you, showing you parts of himself he keeps hidden from the rest of the world. His love is intense, but it’s also tender and thoughtful.

10. Planning for the Future

Even though he’s in a dangerous line of work, Changbin secretly dreams of a quieter life with you someday. He talks about getting away, maybe moving somewhere peaceful and starting a family together, away from the chaos. Though he’s deeply involved in his work, he’d be willing to walk away if it meant spending the rest of his life by your side in peace.

[catwithyellowwings]

Topper Thornton x Reader

Please be gentle. English is not my native language. I'm still learning it, so there's probably a bunch of mistakes 🙈

Word count: almost 1700

Warnings: alcohol, fem!reader, curse words, timeline end of season 3 I think, I dunno

Y/N could not be called a fan of lavish receptions, which were periodically arranged at the figure eight by one of the representatives of the Kooks. However, the position of the sole heiress of her father's company obliged her to come on holidays and have small talk with adults. Periodically, she heard that very soon it would be time for her to choose her husband; some dared to remind the girl about this personally. Mentally, Y/N rolled her eyes at the mere mention of marriage, but all she had on her face was the embarrassed mask she put on at such moments. Most considered her a gentle and kind girl, and only a few were honored to get to know Y/N better. They knew for sure that she would not offend either herself or her loved ones and would not reach into her pocket for a word. It seemed that she always had a sharp phrase up her sleeve that could put any upstart in his place. One of those who knew both sides of her was Sarah Cameron, whom she had befriended since elementary school. Over the years, the friendship grew stronger and led to Sarah introducing Y/N to Topper Thornton.

At first, their communication did not work out, as Topper was strongly influenced by Rafe, who did not like that his younger sister and her friend were constantly trying to get into his company. However, with age, the gap between Topper, Sarah, and Y/N began to decrease, which led to the fact that the first two even began to date. This action hurt Y/N, as she was secretly in love with Top, although he sometimes behaved like a complete asshole. She is not very pleased to admit this, but she was even glad when Sarah finally abandoned Topper for the sake of John B.

"Finally, at least one familiar face," Y/N sighed, seeing Rafe in the shade of the gazebo in Tannyhill. "Why do you need so many people here? Do you know them all?".

"This is my house, and I invite whoever I want." Rafe waved her away after taking another sip from a glass of amber liquid. He's obviously been out of his mind ever since what happened to his family. However, Ward somehow controlled him before, now after their dad dead the guy seemed to have completely lost his mind. "If you don't like it, then get out! I'm not keeping anyone here."

"Asshole," Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes, deciding to end this useless conversation. And how could she have liked him a few years ago? It was a short-term interest that passed as abruptly as it began. If there had been such an opportunity, the girl would have returned to that time and given herself a good slap on the head even for the slightest sympathy towards her best friend's brother.

After leaving him to make out with some unknown tourist girl, who was clearly flattered by the attention of the local rich boy, Y/N decided to forget about Rafe and still hang out. She has only a year of study left before she is sent to some prestigious college away from the temptations of the Outer Banks. Her father clearly had his grandiose plans for her, so she had to take everything from the freedom she still had. Grabbing a low-alcohol cocktail from the bar, she sat down on the edge of the pool, putting her feet in the water. The pleasant coolness refreshed the muscles tired after a workout in the gym. Putting the glass next to her, the girl leaned back slightly in her arms, exposing her face to the evening sun, and closed her eyes. But she couldn't relax like that for a long time; someone stopped in front of her, blocking the sunlight.

"Hey! Don't you see that people are trying to sunbathe here?!" Y/N protested, realizing that she was now in someone's shadow. However, she heard a short laugh in response, which she immediately acknowledged. Holding up one palm as a visor, Y/N looked up, involuntarily looking at the man standing next to her from head to toe. "Oh, it's you, Top." Trying not to be nervous, she greeted him, feeling her cheeks begin to blush and now not from the sun. He towered over her, making her feel small in spite of herself. And his half-naked body with still-not-dried drops on the skin and hair wet from water only aggravated her condition, but the girl tried to quickly pull herself together. "Do you need something?"

"Nothing," he grinned and lazily waved his hand. "Do you mind the company?"

"No problem," shrugging her shoulders, Y/N moved slightly away, giving way to a place next to her. Although it wasn't necessary to do this, she just needed to keep the distance between her and the Topper for her own peace of mind.

"I didn't expect to meet you here," Thornton began the dialogue, squinting slightly from the evening but still bright sun. "I thought you were out there with Sarah and her new friends."

"I hate to climb half-abandoned houses in search of another treasure," Y/N replied, recalling her friend's story about where they found their first gold. "Why look for unnecessary problems when we have our whole life ahead of us?"

"Well, your friend clearly has a different opinion," Topper muttered discontentedly, involuntarily clenching his fists. "She probably didn't have enough of what we have now."

"I'm sorry, but did you come up to me to discuss Sarah and her actions?" deciding to immediately clarify the likely topic of their conversation, Y/N asked. "If so, then, alas, I am not your assistant in this. Although Sarah and I remain friends, I am far from all her adventures."

"No." Realizing his mistake, Topper shook his head. "I'm sorry, forget about Sarah." A smile appeared on his face, not the most sincere, but still. "Tell me about yourself. We seem to have known for so long, but we know absolutely nothing about each other."

"It's not a surprise; your attention has always been more given to Sarah," Y/N reminded casually, shrugging her shoulders.

"But she's not here right now, and I want to get to know you better."

Gradually, the awkwardness between them began to disappear. It is not clear whether the time spent together was to blame for everything or the amount of alcohol consumed. However, by the end of the party, when only the most persistent of the guests remained and the lighting turned on around the perimeter of the house in the form of a dimly glowing garland, the two were clearly busy with each other. Sitting on a swing in the shade of a low palm tree, they kissed slowly, carefully checking the boundaries of what was allowed. None of them wanted to pay attention to others, being completely immersed in caresses. Part of Y/N kept saying that maybe tomorrow morning she would regret what was happening now and would happen a little later, but at the moment she didn't care. She was happy, and nothing else mattered. 

"Topper, wait," interrupting their kiss, Y/N moved away a little and put her hand on the guy's chest. It took her a few seconds to get her breathing back to normal and formulate the right phrase. Thornton had been waiting patiently for her all this time, reaching out only once to tuck a stray strand of Y/H/C hair behind her ear. "Please answer honestly, okay?" He nodded back, trying to figure out the reason for the sudden stop. "What's going on between us right now..." Y/N licked her lips, meeting Top's gaze. "It's not because Sarah dumped you, is it? Understand, I just don't want to be your distraction from her. I want to know that you paid attention to me because of me, not in revenge for Sarah or as a way to forget her."

Such words stirred something inside Topper. He was aware that Sarah's act had hurt him, and it was still difficult for him to let go of this situation. How could one exchange the secure and peaceful life of Kooks for the uncertainty and danger of the existence of live Pouge? What did John B give her that Topper, who was ready to fulfill her every wish, could not give? These kinds of questions had been flashing through his mind since the breakup, and Thornton had no answers to them. But he couldn't admit all this, looking into Y/N's hopeful Y/E/C eyes. The guy didn't realize it himself, but over the past evening, this girl managed to catch his attention, which made him wonder why he hadn't noticed her all these years. Who knows what would have happened if Top had initially started dating her and not Sarah?

"I really like you," he began with the most obvious fact for him, but he clearly did not satisfy Y/N's curiosity, and she waited for him to continue. "And this is not because of revenge on Sarah or anything else." Taking her hand in his, Thornton wanted to prove his confidence in these words in this way. "You're beautiful on your own, and I was a complete idiot for not noticing it before. You're smart, funny, and damn beautiful." The compliments to her made Y/N look down in shyness. She really wanted to believe the words she had heard and finally get out of Cameron's shadow. "Any person will be lucky to be with you. And if you'll permit me, I'd like to be that lucky guy."

"Was that an official offer to date just now?" Y/N grinned and decided to clarify, looking back into the blue eyes she had known for a long time.

"Yes," Topper said more confidently. "Will you, Y/N be my girlfriend?"

"I do" finally allowing herself to exhale calmly, she answered with a smile on her face. "Yes."

"Cool," smiling back at her, Top reached for a kiss again, and now nothing could come between them.

[whorecrux-of-slytherin]

Slytherin Boys try to impress you with their idea of an ideal date.

(part.1) : Draco | Blaise | Theodore

Warning - mentions of kissing, slight toxic behaviour if you squint. This is not proof read, so kindly ignore any grammatical errors or typos

a/n . I have only included Draco, Blaise and Theo in this because if I add the rest of them ( Enzo, Matheo and Tom ) it'll be far too long. But for the most part I'm too lazy to write for everyone in one go. I don't mind writing a part 2 if someone requests. Also yes I made the mini mood boards 😌

Kindly do not copy my work.

DRACO MALFOY:

Draco Malfoy is the definition of generational wealth, so there's no doubt that he'd plan something romantic and lavish to spoil his partner.

He's not the best at expressing his feelings through words, so he loves making grand gestures in spoiling you. This is his way to show his upbringing and heritage; that he is worthy of your time and can treat you right.

Firstly he would pick you up personally then gift you a bouquet of your favourite flowers & something exquisite, like some custom made jewelry -an elegant bracelet maybe.

He'd go all out and book a private roof- top classic candle light dinner at the most famous and exclusive wizarding restaurants with the perfect view of the Eiffel tower in Paris. He'll hold your hand across the table, gently rub circles and occasionally give it a kiss. He also arranges for a pianist to play your favourite pieces.

After dinner, he would surprise you with a suite at a luxurious hotel to spend the night together. He'd run you both a bath and wash your hair for you while you enjoy some champagne and the most delicious macaroons you've ever had.

BLAISE ZABINI :

Blaise may come off as the most unbothered slytherin boy and honestly speaking, he is. But not when it comes to you.

You are special to him and he'd make it a point that you know. To prove this he would opt for an unconventional but romantic date night idea.

I just feel that he'd know how to drive a charmed car and owns a wide collection of vintage cars ( few from his ex step -fathers' as well). So he would take you on a romantic drive in the evening on his favourite classic vintage Porsche.

Both of you spend the night driving through the night sky watching the city lights of London; making conversations about what you like the most about each other.

Then he'd make a stop at one of his favourite spots secluded from the city to spend time watching you gaze at the stars and cuddling to get warmth from each other's bodies while he hums a soft tune.

He'd then drop you home safely but not before he kisses you passionately and say those three special words for the very first time.

THEODORE NOTT:

Theo is the pretty boy of the group. He is no doubt loaded with money- their family basically mints money for Gringotts from generations (so duh-) but he doesn't like to flash it the way Draco does.

He uses the 'dead mother' card to pull girls but in reality, he is quite the player. Deep down he at times, craves for female validation or attention. So he surrounds himself with different girls every few weeks so that he wouldn't get too attached to them.

But then he meets you and he just knows that you're the one for him. So he chases you down until you fall for him and now he wants to surprise you with the perfect date idea.

He invites you to his holiday home in Italy for the first time. The place where he grew up until his mother's death when he was 7 years old. He shows you around the huge property facing the sea and telling you about his childhood adventure there and secretly hopes that he would one day get to spend his life there with you.

He would then cook you dinner himself. Spaghetti- in the traditional Italian way with some vintage wine from his family's vineyard in the countryside.

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[captainaikus]

I love your work so much and it has been like 2 hours since i discovered it aghhh ><

(Nsfw) ik you're on hiatus but just a quick idea(thought it was cool sorry TT). Itoshi rin as a butler and the reader as royalty, reader initiates things by teasing rin but rin rejects because of their differneces in class but eventually give in and lets out his inner yandere 🙏 they have sex secretly with rin degrading reader for being such a whore even though shes royality🤦‍♀️ (you can write it in any way you want ill be satisfied anyways) please ignore if you dont like it im not trying to force you to write this 🙏 love you hope everything's fine!

tysm doll 💜 i'm glad you enjoy my works :p

wc : 1.0k, not proofread.

warnings : dark themes, mentions of nudity, rin has a temper, degradation, mentions of sadness, y/n having a break down, fingering, mentions of alcohol and use of poison, intended for murder. based in victorian period.

Rin is the butler of the house and has been your childhood friend. Considers himself to be distinct from you, he makes his bed on mornings, getting into his suit. Over the years it was the same routine, making your bed, telling you your schedule for the day, reminding you to dab the corner of your mouth when you ate something, giving you a glare when you picked up the wrong fork or when you were crass, even telling you to sit up straight when you slouched.

He is a strict disciplinarian, going harsh and hard on you, sometimes even pushing you to the verge of tears yet he was also the shoulder you cried on certain nights, finding solace in his stiff posture, not daring to touch you. He knew the two of you couldn't be in the same world. You were the princess while he was your butler. A gentle hand like yours wouldn't want his scarred one, he would think, staring into his glass of wine on the kitchen counter. little did he know that you liked him and had found adoration for him over the years.

Just when Rin couldn't seem to shake you out of his head, things got worse. Your bed was messy than usual - taking him hours to spread it over. Your behavior became more crass and you became more defiant, shooting back at him.

the last straw was when you demanded that he bathe you, extending a foot towards him, your breasts covered with the milkiness of the soaped water in the large bath, the sunlight reflecting off your skin making you look tempting to man. "Go on. Clean me, Rin." you tempted, waving your foot of at him.

Throwing the sponge on the ground, he had had enough, getting into the water with you, his shirt becoming soaked and transparent. Holding you by the throat, he leans in menacingly towards you. "I can tolerate having to do chores. But what I won't tolerate is you disrespecting me. Try that again and I'll make sure that you are punished. I might be a mere butler, but remember. I know you like the back of my hand and these years of experience have given me enough knowledge about you. The next time you disrespect me, I will make sure to take you over my fucking knee. Are we clear about that princess?"

You don't talk to him for weeks, while he adjusts to you until he was in the courtroom, summoned by your mother the queen. "Make sure that she fits into the finest of gowns you can find and that she attends to the tailor to have her measurements taken." she commanded. "She has to impress her suitors." The dreaded instance. You were in your early twenties, bound to be married. He was upset that night, going to town once the sun went down to drown his sorrows in his glasses of wine for he hated beer. As the week passed by, he noticed instances of your courtship with the prince of a neighboring kingdom whose name and face he did not bother to remember.

It wasn't until one bold night he couldn't hold it in anymore, watching you give him lust and desired filled glances despite the fiancé of your parents choosing giving you attention with lavish gifts. He came to your chambers that night demanding answers.

"You just love pushing my buttons, don't you princess. What kind of a whorish upbringing did you even have to start behaving like this?" he taunted you as he thrust two fingers into your soaking wet cunt. "Do you just love seducing men and then not giving them what they want? Do enjoy torturing me?" He watched as you turned your head from side to side, refusing to meet his eyes. "Can't even see me. Aren't you even the least bit ashamed of yourself?" he prodded further. You refused to answer, your lips sealed.

Getting on top of you, he grinds his knee into your pussy, making you moan, his hands firmly holding yours above your head.

"Tell me princess, do you like driving a man to the verge of insanity ? Making him watch you with your future husband yet letting him fuck you in this bed ? Just how low has your dignity fallen princess? You're not even worth a common whore, in fact you're worse." he sneered, gathering your hands into his wrist whilst the other was holding the flesh of your thigh. "What other choice do I have?! My parents want me to marry someone of royal stature, yet they care less about me. You've seen how ruthless my kin can be, marrying off my sisters to gain more lands. You think I'm happy ?! huh?! Do you ?!" you cry. He felt nothing more than to make your anguish disappear. Words of love were exchanged that night. "I'm here." "I'm not leaving you." The usual gruff and strict disciplinarian of a butler had turned into a lover, giving you words of affirmation with every thrust, moaning into your ear and kissing every part of your body that his lips could reach, losing his sanity over and over again as your drew him into your warm welcoming arms. The thought of you being with someone else being pushed into the back of his mind replaced with how good you were clenching around him while your nails drew lines down his back, his hand swiping at your clit to give you your release. Lying in the same bed with you he kissed your forehead while his hand pet your hair a sign of a short goodbye as he was to leave early the next morning.

He watched as you pretended to be interested in the talks your fiancé was giving, with the occasional smile you gave him along with a playful tap. Looking into the tray of wines, he knew the prince's glass, slipping a poison into it. You would weep perhaps from shock and sadness over the loss of a life. But in the end,

you would always turn to his shoulder for solace just as you had in good old days.

[starsetven]

Charalz. On the brain. But whats this? Link is also on the brain..... AND WHATS THIS?!?!?! VIC! ON! THE! BRAIN!!!!! I CAN'T STOP THEM!!! THEY ARE TOO POWERFUL!!!!

Just for fun, here’s some more info on each of them!

Under the cut cause it got long

Vic

Vic has messy handwriting because of how hard he grips his pencil when writing.

Vic is a straight edge. He doesn’t smoke or drink. If he did, he’d get inebriated very easily.

He enjoys dancing, although he isn’t really good at it.

His neighbors love him! He enjoys chatting with the local residents after his nightly run.

Vic likes to feed the stray dogs. Sometimes he successfully gets them into foster programs!

Vic is an incredibly emotional person. So much so that his audience have made compilations of him crying on stream.

He doesn’t enjoy sweet foods because they hurt his stomach. He has a sensitive g.i track, so he gets sick a lot. :(

Whenever Vic gets sick he acts unbothered. He doesn’t want anyone taking care of him, instead he defaults to taking care of others.

Vic is a very social person! As long as someone doesn’t show interest in you, he’s genuinely happy to be around them.

Link

Link knows three languages! English, polish, and French

Though he aspires to learn many more <3

Has a moderate fear of the ocean (Thalassophobia)

He has a gym membership he never uses. He never has the time, anyways.

Link does creative writing in what little free time he has. He writes a lot of sappy poems regarding his aspirations for the future with you <3

Is really bad at video games . Like seriously bad. :(

He doesn’t really enjoy coffee. It’s too bitter for his palate.

He keeps in contact with old med school friends!

Link has an ever growing collection of rare first edition books within his home that cost up to a small fortune. (Around 100k at least)

He hosts book club every week on Saturday! Some of your coworkers joined recently :)

Link is used to being the mediator, so he’s incredibly capable of handling certain rowdy clients accountable.

Link’s dream is to one day operate a mobile library, he aspires to bring some of his books from his personal collection to the local community. 

Has a knack for growing poisonous plants

Link knows every single one of your coworkers on a personal level- As well as their sensitive security information.

Charles

Has a personal culinary staff to cater to his picky palate. He will not eat certain foods, like asparagus, peas, and onions.

So he eats lavish meals prepared by culinary experts he hired from around the globe instead :) ✨

Drives a motorcycle he calls Harley

Charles has a full team of body guards within his manor, he has at least two with him at all times.

Is one of the reasons behind the inner cities crime

He enjoys sitting in local cafes during his free time, it’s how he scopes out his latest victims! :)

Really likes characters like Negan from twd. It’s where he gets in clothing inspiration. Charles is a walking red flag, really.

He owns all of Johnny cash on vinyl -because of the fallout series. Has a secret vault boy collection

Really likes old western movies- so sometimes he daydreams about riding horseback instead of driving Harley

Unlike his brother, he’s actually pretty good at video games! Some of his other favorites are RDR, GTA, Subnautica, and spirit fairer.

He stole Nala from an illegal tiger cub petting ring.

Is incredibly sentimental and sensitive. But due to his crushing toxic masculinity, he downplays his own feelings to avoid being seen as soft by his local community.

Man secretly craves attention. He wants nothing more than a tight hug, and reassurance every once in a while.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

heya it's me, the person whose package got ruined and made ne break down like a 5 year old and I'm glad to update that I have a replacement on the way so this story has a happy ending :] thank you so much for that mini drabble, heaven knows that's what given me the courage to let the seller know about this ordeal and got me the replacement! its a bit hard to give back but I'll try my best to return the favor!

ever since the inevitable fall to his current transformation, all childe (all foul legacy) had known was darkness. Be it the corrupted air of miasma found below or the moonless nights above Celestia.

There was nothing but darkness. Boundless night.

Then there was you, a human humming a nondescript tune only familiar to you.

Suddenly, he had found himself engulfed by warmth, his singular eye shining at the light you provided.

His Polar Star.

It always started and ended without you none the wiser: you'd roam around, singing, humming, sometimes softly speaking, and childe would linger in the back and within the darkness covering his massive form. He'd protect you, so your walks were never disturbed.

And he had thought, this is enough. He was content.

One day you stopped. Paused. Without letting him know, you turned around, bright eyes staring at his sole one.

"Hello."

Perhaps, he thought, this is what falling in love feels like.

YAHOO!!!!!! i'm so glad you were able to get a replacement!!! :D and i'm very happy that the little drabble i added helped, i'm proud of you!!!! hehe and i will enjoy this delicious meal you've given me :D

Childe's first reaction is fright, and your surprise greeting makes him turn tail and flee in sheer shock and surprise. he doesn't see how you reach for him, crestfallen, only retreating to his nest near the Abyss in an attempt to calm his nerves

he's scared, now that you know of him- he doesn't want to corrupt you with the darkness that follows him relentlessly

and yet still he returns to watch over you, the Abyssal heart in his chest blooming with new, curious flowers. you're sitting in a field, reading a book and humming the same song you always sing when you hear the leaves rustle, and you turn to glimpse the magnificent creature from before, his crystalline eye watching you faithfully from the shadows

"hello again"

the creature flinches, and for a moment you think he's going to run off again, but instead when you step closer, he slowly emerges into the sunlight, tense and hesitant. you extend a hand towards him, palm upwards in an offering of peace, and after a moment you feel cool, metallic claws wrap tentatively around your fingers

he's shivering, and you squeeze his talons reassuringly

oh- you're so warm, so fragile compared to him- Childe's heart blossoms further as soft affection fills his being, a croon instinctively slipping from his mouth, and he only leans more into your touch when you move to pet in between his crimson horns

eventually he collapses into your lap, quiet chirps and trills dancing about as you pet and caress his hair, his mask, his horns- when you scritch under his chin, Childe's entire body shudders, feeling years of stress and worries wash away as he begins to purr for the very first time

with you, it's like the Abyss never had a hold on him in the first place

your humming resumes as you brush his fluffy ginger hair with your fingers, and Childe feels his eye beginning to droop closed, cooing tiredly and nudging against your hands. through a haze of dreams he hears you laugh kindly, stretching out your legs so he can snuggle closer and cling to you

"rest, my lovely protector. i will be here when you wake up"

[ch3apv0dkka]

Arthur Morgan x Reader - Runaway

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Author's Note: I know this concept and idea is cliché, out of character, and cringe, but I don't care, I had fun writing it and that's all that matters <3

Plot: You came from a rich family with a lavish lifestyle which also included your family wanting you to get married to someone wealthy and important. You hated the thought of getting married to someone you didn't love, when you already were secretly seeing Arthur. You decide to runaway with him, leaving your old life behind.

     People often referred to you as the prettiest girl in town, though you doubted that anyone actually found you that beautiful. You were an average-looking young woman for your time, but your father had money and everyone knows money will change the way society views a person. You were never ungrateful for what you had, you enjoyed having nice things and not having to worry about working a day in your life. But that didn't mean you were able to ignore the negative things that came along with it.

     Since you were a young girl, your peers always envied you and either bullied you out of jealousy or tried to use you. You never had real friends, but you learned to accept it. You knew better than anyone else, that money can't buy happiness, only temporary distractions. Everything was fine for the most part after that until you became an adult. You wanted to go out and have your own life, but your family seemed to have other plans for you.

     The topic of marriage soon became a frequent discussion in your household. Everything from who you would have to marry to what your expectations would be as a wife. You didn't even have a choice in who you married. Your parents just wanted you to marry a man who also had a significant amount of money as a way to ensure that both of your families' wealth never ran out, not someone you truly loved or who loved you in return.

     You hated everything about it, you didn't want to be tied down and forced to be some sort of housewife for a man, let alone a man you barely knew. It wasn't fair; you were an adult and thought you should have the right to make your own decisions. Besides you already had your eyes set on a man. A man you truly loved and who truly loved you in return. Every night you would stay up waiting for him and he'd always be at your bedroom window at exactly 10:30 P.M., waiting for you to sneak out to see him.

     Tonight was no different. You were sitting up in bed as you waited for him to arrive. The sound of him tapping on your bedroom window caught your attention, and you stood up and immediately ran towards it. "Arthur," you whispered happily as you opened the window and climbed out. You were glad your room was on the first floor, it made sneaking out much easier.

     "Hey there, pretty lady'," he said as he helped you out the window. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

     You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and looked up at him, admiring his face. You always found yourself doing that, just staring at his handsome face. "I missed you," you said.

     "Aw, I missed ya' too sweetheart," he said as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. "But I'm here now, ain't I?"

     "Yeah, and that's all I care about," you mumbled, burying your face in his chest. You could hear the sound of his heartbeat and it only made you want to hold him tighter.

     He chuckled softly and ran his fingers through your hair. "So what's my darlin' been up to? Did you have dinner already?"

     "Yes, but not with a lot of enjoyment," you sighed.

     "Hm, why's that?" he asked, tilting your chin up to look at him. "Your folks botherin' you again?"

     "Yes, they keep bringing up that stupid marriage thing. The whole time my parents wouldn't shut up about how "good" this guy would be for me," you said, sounding frustrated.

     Arthur hummed as he listened to you, his brow furrowing in annoyance as you vented to him. He knew how much you hated your parents discussing your future marriage and how much it angered you. He tightened his hold on your waist and pulled you closer to him.

     "I don't wanna marry that stupid man...I want you, Arthur, and only you," you said.

     His expression softened as he looked down at you, his hand coming up to cup your face. "I want you too darlin'. I want nothin' more than to run away with you and never look back," he said as he looked down into your eyes, his gaze full of love and affection. "I ain't gonna lie darlin, the thought of you marrying another man drives me crazy. It breaks my heart knowin' that I can't marry you, that I can't have you all to myself," he said and he caressed your cheek with his thumb. "It makes my blood boil thinkin' that someone else's gonna be the one getting to wake up to you every mornin'."

     "Please, don't say that," you mumbled, closing your eyes as you pressed yourself against him. "I don't want to think about any of that. I don't wanna think about marrying anyone else but you." If it was up to you, you would have married Arthur the second you met him, but an outlaw was not the type of man your family would approve of, in fact, he was everything that they hated.

     "I know darlin', I know," he said as he stroked your hair. "But ya' know maybe it's for the best sweetheart, I can't give you very much. My life ain't very easy, darlin'. I hate that I can't give you what you deserve. Sometimes I wonder if you'd be happier if you never met me and didn't have to worry about this."

     "No!" You said firmly, pulling away from him so you could look at him directly. "Don't ever say that again, Arthur. I don't care what my parents think, I don't care what anyone thinks, Arthur. I'll run away with you, just like you said earlier. I'm sick of keeping us a secret and pretending I don't love you."

     He looked down at you, seeing the determination in your eyes. He knew there was no point in trying to talk you out of it; honestly, he wanted it too. "You'd really run away, just to be with me?" he asked.

     "Yes," you said without hesitation. "I'd run away with you anywhere, to the end of the world if I had to. I want a life with you, Arthur. As long as I'm with you, I'm happy."

     He had never expected you to say you'd leave everything behind for him. It was something you both had talked about before, but he never believed you would truly want to go through with it. "Really? You'd really leave your family behind and come with me? Even if it meant livin' a life like mine?"

     "Yes, Arthur! I don't care what life is like," you said. "I can't marry someone else, I can't even look at another man the way I look at you. I'll always love you, Arthur."

     His grip on you tightened even more. He couldn't believe that you'd be willing to give up everything you for him of all people. He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. "You must be an angel if you're willin' to lose it all for a sinner," he said. "You know you'll never be able to go back once you leave, right?"

     "I don't care," you said, your eyes fixated on his. "I've never been happy here anyway. The only times I'm ever truly happy is when I'm with you, and if it means giving up everything I have to have you, I will." You teared up as you buried your face into his chest. "You're the only person who's ever actually cared about me, not my father's money, not my status, just me. Even my own family is selfish and puts their stupid wealth before me."

     His heart ached as he watched you cry. He hated hearing how unloved you felt, even in your own home. He made you look up at him so he could wipe your tears. "Please don't cry darlin'," he said, softly. "I hate when you cry."

     You sniffled and buried your face into his chest again. "I'm not usually this emotional, I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," you said, your voice muffled by his shirt.

     "It's alright darlin', you ain't got nothin' to apologize for," he said as he held you against him. "But those tears break my heart."

     "I can't help it," you mumbled. "It's not fair, I shouldn't have to give up everything to be with you. I just want us to be together, without all of the hassle of leaving. Why must my family have to be so damn greedy?"

     He knew better than anyone how selfish and greedy people could be. "Life ain't fair darlin'," he said gently. "Not by a long shot."

     You pulled back and looked up at him, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill again. "I just want to be with you Arthur...I don't want to marry some man who I haven't even met yet. I only want you. I love you," you said, your voice breaking as the tears started to fall again.

     He hated seeing you in such pain. He didn't want to see his lover breaking down in front of him. "I love you too darlin', always have, always will."

     "Then let's go!" You sounded desperate as your grip on him tightened. "Tonight I leave with you and I never turn back."

     He chuckled and shook his head, his lips forming a sad smile. "It ain't as simple as that, darlin'," he said as he cupped your face in his hands. "You don't got any idea how hard it is livin' the life of an outlaw. You're used to fancy clothes and a nice house. You ain't goin' to have any of that. Ya' sure you'd even be able to handle it?"

     "If it means being with you, then yes, I can handle it. I don't care about the money, or the fancy clothes, or the house. All this life has done for me is make me miserable."

     You were willing to give up your rich life just to be with him. He was both touched and guilty. Touched that you would do so much just to be with him. Guilty because he felt like he was taking you away from your lavish lifestyle when he had nothing to give you except for himself.

     He thought for a moment, carefully choosing his words. He didn't want to go through with anything unless he was sure you were sure. "You sure about this darlin'?" he asked, wanting to make sure you were certain about your decision. "Sure you don't wanna think about it more? you're makin' a big decision darlin''." He kissed you again. "I don't got much to give ya'. I can't give you a good life, just myself is the best I can do right now."

     You looked back at him and shook your head. "Goddamnit, Arthur! How many times do you have to tell you? Yes, I want this. You're all I need, Arthur," you said. "I don't care that you don't have a lot of money. I just need you. As long as I'm with you, I don't care what life is like as long as it means I'm with you. So stop asking if I'm sure."

     He wondered what he did to deserve someone like you. He was an outlaw, a man who would never be accepted in society, a sinner, and still somehow here you were, practically begging to run away with him. There had to be something wrong with your head. "You're a crazy woman, ya' know that?" he teased, his hand running along your side. "All this just to be with me for Christ's sake. You must've lost your damn mind, sweetheart," he chuckled.

     "Maybe I am crazy," you said with a small laugh. "But you aren't exactly normal either. Besides, I'd rather give up my life with you than spend my life with some man who's older than me and probably doesn't even love me. I care more about true love and happiness than price tags and luxury items...I care more about your love to be specific."

     He couldn't hold back anymore after hearing your sweet words. You were the most perfect girl in the world to him. He scooped you up into his arms and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. He had a firm grip on your thighs as he continued kissing you. He didn't want to let you go, he wanted to hold you against him forever. He broke the kiss to catch his breath and started to leave a trail of kisses down your neck

     "Goddamnit, (Y/n). You really know how to drive a man crazy," he mumbled against your neck.

     His lips returned to yours once again and he felt your body up and down. You held onto him tighter, not wanting him to drop you, even though it was unlikely he would loosen his grip on you, not when he was feeling like this. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you had butterflies in your stomach. Arthur was always affectionate with you, but never this affectionate.

     He broke the kiss again, his breathing heavy and uneven. "I need you, darlin'," he said, his voice low and full of desire. "I need you so bad, so goddamn bad I'm goin' crazy, and it's all your fault."

     You knew he loved you, but it was still nice to hear him say that you drove him crazy. "You really want me that badly huh?" you teased, while running your fingers through his hair.

     He chuckled and gave you a sly grin, his eyes full of desire. "Don't act like you don't know how you make me feel, darlin'," he said and kissed your cheek. "You know exactly what you do to me, and how I can't keep my damn hands off you. I can't think straight when I'm around you, darlin'."

     You giggled, the feeling of his lips against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. "Maybe I like driving you crazy," you teased, enjoying the effect you had on him.

     He chuckled, "What am I gonna do with you," he said as he reluctantly broke the embrace and placed you back down on your feet, his hands still on your hips. You frowned, not wanting him to stop. "Don't give me that look, hun," he said and caressed your cheek. "As much as I'd like to hold ya' all night, my arms need a break."

     "Aw, okay," you said and stood on your toes, giving him a final kiss on the cheek.

     "Go get your stuff, you're comin' with me tonight," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I'll introduce you to the others tomorrow if you'd like me to."

     You smiled, you were finally leaving with the man you loved. "Are you sure?" you asked, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. "I mean, you think the others will be alright with me joining?"

     He chuckled and nodded. "I ain't never heard them complain about a pretty woman being around," he said with a smirk. "Besides you're with me and they ain't picky, as long as you ain't a rat."

     You smiled back at him. "I'm not a rat, thank you very much," you said with a playful tone, though you were still slightly nervous, this wasn't something you were used to. "Alright, give me a moment while I get my things. Wait for me here."

     He smiled and nodded, "Sure thing, darlin'. Just hurry, alright? And pack light, only take what you need," he said, as he watched you turn and walk back towards the house. He was happy that he could finally have you with him. He knew that it was going to be a big change for you and was worried that you would end up suffering, even when you said you didn't care.

     You made your way into the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible so no one would hear you. You grabbed what you needed, just like Arthur said, "pack light," but you clearly both had different ideas on what was considered a necessity and light packing. As you packed, you tried to shake the uneasy feeling in your stomach, hoping this was the right decision. You were happy to finally be with Arthur, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous.

     As you finished packing, you took one last look around your room. It was now hitting you that you would never see this place again, you were leaving it all behind. You took a deep breath and grabbed your bag. With one last glance, you made your way back outside where Arthur was waiting for you.

     He was leaning against a tree, his head tilted back and his hat covering his face. As you approached, he lifted his hat off his face and smiled at you. "All set, darlin'?"

     You nodded, "Yeah, ready to go," you said, your voice soft and quiet.

     He could sense your nervousness and gave you a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, darlin'. You'll be fine, alright? I got you." he said. He took your bag from you and slung it over his shoulder. Then he reached for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. "C'mon, sweetheart."

     He gently pulled you closer to him and led you away from your house. The two of you walked hand in hand in silence for a bit, both lost in your own thoughts. He could tell that you were scared, he could feel you trembling a little, but he figured that's normal for someone who was leaving their whole life behind. "You doin' alright?" he asked, breaking the silence.

     You snapped out of your thoughts and looked up at him. "Y-yeah, I'm alright," you said, your voice a little shaky. "Just a little bit nervous, that's all."

     "Don't be. I said I'm gonna take care of you, right? And I meant it. Ain't nothin' gonna happen to you, sweetheart." he said, his tone gentle but firm. "We can have a nice night together alright? I'm excited to finally be able to sleep beside my pretty girl."

     The thought of finally being able to sleep next to him was enough to make you feel less nervous. "And what if the others don't like me?"

     He chuckled and shook his head, "They'll like you, sweetheart. Don't worry about that." he said. "They might tease you a little, but they'll love ya'. Like I said, the gang ain't picky about a pretty lady."

     "And what if-" before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off.

     "No more what ifs. Stop worryin' sweetheart." he interrupted, looking down at you with a soft look in his eyes. He stopped walking, forcing you to stop as well. He placed his hand on your cheek, caressing you with his thumb. "I told you, I ain't gonna let nothin' happen to ya'. I'm gonna take care of you, I promise."

     You looked up at him and nodded, holding your arms out as a signal that you wanted a hug. "Arthur," you said, in a sweet tone. "Carry me on your back, please."

     He chuckled and shook his head, but you could see the affection in his eyes. "You're goin' to make me carry you and your bag, sweetheart?"

     You pouted and looked up at him, giving him a pleading look. "But Arthur, I'm tired, and my feet hurt, and I don't want to walk. Please?" You begged, trying to sound helpless even though you were perfectly fine.

     He chuckled again, finding your pleading cute even though he could see right through you. "Stop actin' like a damn child, you can walk just fine," he said, though he didn't sound annoyed, just amused.

     "And I thought you were a gentleman, but you can't even help a poor young lady out," you said, pretending to be offended.

     He rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. "Goddammit, woman, you're goin' to be the death of me, ya' know that?" he teased but kneeled down so you could get on his back.

     You had a smug look on your face, happy your begging worked. You hopped on his back, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. "I know, but you love me," you said.

     "Yes, yes I do, goddamnit," he said. Although he pretended to be annoyed, he secretly loved it when you acted all needy. He liked taking care of you.

     He started walking again and you hugged him tighter, your body pressed up against his. You rested your chin on his shoulder. "Thank you," you said.

     He could feel your body against his back and he loved it. He loved feeling you hold onto him and the way your chest was pressed up against him. He let out a sigh, "You're lucky I love you so damn much."

     "How much longer till we get to...wherever you're taking me?" You asked.

     "Not that much longer, darlin'. Just be patient and stop actin' like a damn child," he said, but there was no malice in his voice, he was only teasing you.

     You playfully hit his chest, "Hey, I was simply asking a question," you laughed. "Anyways what are we even going to do there"

     He chuckled, feeling you playfully hit his chest. "It's late sweetheart, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone is asleep by now. But tomorrow night we'll have a fire and some drinks, and you'll meet the others," he said. "But tonight, we'll just have some alone time alright, darlin'?"

     You would get to spend the night with him all alone. No people watching you or judging you, no family breathing down your neck. Alone together, just like you had dreamt of for so long. "That sounds perfect," you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

     The two of you finally made it to the campsite, and it was just as Arthur said, everyone was asleep. The fire pit was now nothing but a pile of dying embers. Arthur walked a little further to his tent and gently set you down on your feet. Arthur held the tent open for you, letting you go in first, and followed behind you.

     You laid down and managed to get comfortable, it wasn't what you were used to, but you didn't mind it. He laid down beside you, pulling you close to him. He wrapped his arms around you and held you against him. You snuggled closer to him, feeling safe in his arms. This was the first time you'd actually been able to sleep and spend the whole night with him, not just sneaking out for a few hours.

     He smiled, loving the feeling of having you this close to him, able to hold you in his arms and not having to let you go. "Finally able to hold you all night," he said.

     "I've spent too many nights dreaming of this," you said, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

     "Me too, darlin', he mumbled, holding you tighter against him. He rested his chin on the top of your head and closed his eyes, savoring the moment. "My pretty girl."

     You looked up at him, admiring his face even in the darkness, you found him so handsome. "Arthur," you whispered.

     "Hm?" he hummed in response, opening his eyes to look at you. "What is it, darlin'?"

     You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before speaking. "I just want you to know that I love you, Arthur. I feel like I don't say it enough. You're the only one who's ever made me feel loved. I can't imagine my life without you, and honestly, I don't want to. I need you so damn bad, Arthur," you said as you kissed him.

     He smiled and returned your kiss and gently cupped your face in his hand, his thumb tracing your cheek. "You don't have to say it, sweetheart, I know you love me. But not as much as I love you. You're all I've ever wanted in a lady."

     "You know damn well I love you more," you teased and ran your fingers through his hair.

     He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. "Oh really? You think so?"

     "Mhm, I know so," you said and kissed his neck. "No one can love you as much as I do."

     He laughed and kissed you on the forehead. "As much as I'd like to stay up and argue over who loves who more, I'm gettin' tired, darlin'. We can argue about it tomorrow, alright?"

     "Alright, fine, but this isn't over," you giggled and gave him a final kiss on the cheek before resting your head on his chest. "Goodnight, Arthur, I love you."

     He held you in his arms, tracing soft patterns on your back with his fingers. "Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you too," he said and kissed the top of your head.

[self-indulgent-devils]

Crimson x fat reader that he just loves to spoil. My gf and I feel like he has such a weak spot for fat people. When he sees someone fat that attracts his attention, he is WEAK for them. He will already have clothes bought so fast for them and guaranteeing that they fit you. Crimson will absolutely love to hold you against him no matter your size (even if you're way taller too) and to feel your body squish against his. He will love to feel your stomach and any other fat rolls you have. He will absolutely make sure you're well fed. A big thing for mafia men is that their wife is looking gorgeous and so he obviously wants you to look good. And to look good is to make sure you're well fed. He doesn't want to see you starve ever. If you lose weight as your own choice or for health reasons or whatever, that's one thing. But starving ain't the way to do that anyway. So you better believe he's gonna have amazing meals prepared to make sure you get the fuel that you need.

Crimson is definitely secretly a big cuddler. Though he's never really cuddled with anyone before, not even his late wife except for when they first started dating maybe. But with you? He can't resist it. You're very cuddly and lovable so he will absolutely hold you close in bed as y'all sleep.

If anyone says shit about your weight or tries to make you feel bad about it or feel ugly for it then he is going to make sure they're added to his wonderful collection of wall decor very quickly. He fucking loves you the way you are and that's what matters. And after that's taken care of, he's going to make sure you know exactly how he feels about your body and that you are HIS for a reason and that reason is that he's absolutely obsessed with you.

Crimson would always want a hand around your waist or to be able to feel you at any chance he can get. Even as a subtle sign of "this bitch is mine" while he's busy doing other stuff. And if he wanted to, he would love to have you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you're so large it makes him look so small, he's gonna make sure he can have you close to him.

He will first fall for you for your looks and body, but he's not opposed to your personality. After all, if you truly annoyed him then he wouldn't have wanted to be with you or he would have killed you and added you to his collection. Like the body is what he loves, but he wouldn't be able to stand it if he didn't also love you as a person. And he tends to be a difficult man to please. So if you're sitting pretty as his spouse or anything close to him then you better believe that means you are worth it. And NOT just for your body.

He's a man of art and he will absolutely want to have paintings and/or sculptures done of you. He needs at least one painting of the two of you together, but he is perfectly fine with just other paintings of you. In various clothes, maybe even nude if you would allow it. Though if the painter wasn't extremely restrained and the painter so much as looked at you wrong then he would be dead. After all, no one can love your nude form like he will, not even in a purely artistic sense. It was for him to enjoy.

Even if his family didn't have the money, he would find a way to get you nice things. Not only is it important for his partner to be well dressed and spoiled, but he also just wants to make sure you live a lavish life aside from all the crimes. Doesn't matter if he has to rip it from a dead body and present it to you as if he bought it from a store. You WILL be spoiled with him.

If you can take care of yourself and can be pretty hard or cruel yourself then he will love you anymore. He wouldn't mind someone soft and innocent, it would just make that much more protective of you and he would see to it you were never without security. But if you could protect yourself, kill, use weapons, etc., he would absolutely love you so much harder for it. And he'd feel more confident knowing you were not only loyal to him, but you could protect yourself. He wouldn't mind caring for a more defenseless partner, but he prefers it when he doesn't have to worry about his lover. He has enough things to deal with.

No matter what, you would be Crimson's trophy, his prized possession, the most gorgeous gemstone he could have. You would be a rare treasure that he would absolutely adore. He may never admit it or let it show, but he would be absolutely weak for you in every way. He loves himself a fat person and he will make sure you never forget just how attractive he finds you.

[nohoney]

no bc i’m actually obsessed with your Hunger Games AU with Keigo and Katsuki. would you be willing to expand on it??

oooh yes, i’m very willing (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

hawks / bakugou

“I think I’ll die.”

Bakugou listens quietly from behind the door of his room, opened just a small crack as he strains his ears to listen to you speak. He’s supposed to be resting since it’s less than 48 hours for the games to begin. All that stupid parading, those annoying interviews, the scoring of all the tributes skills, all of it has lead up to games.

“Don’t say that, you’re smarter than you look. Let them underestimate you, survive out there for yourself and slip under the radar.” Hawks is trying to comfort you, standing out in the hallway where all the bedrooms are located in the lavish apartment. “You remember everything I taught you?”

He assumes that you nodded your head, he can see it in his head along with the meek little hum you gave. You’re going to live, Bakugou is going to make sure of it. You’re going to make it home and pick those flowers from the bushes you love so much, drizzle honey into your tea after trading a month’s worth of rations for just a little bit of decadence, and you’ll outlive him.

You sob a little and Hawks is shushing you. “It’s okay, cry it out now.”

“And Bakugou? What about him?” you ask quietly, “He’s my friend…”

Sadness rises in his chest and he clenches his fist. It’s swallowed down but Bakugou can’t help his heart twisting at the thought of you being sad over him. He’s always been there for you, letting you piggyback off him when you were too tired to walk through the forest, punching your bullies when they made you cry, and he always walked beside you every year when you walked towards the reaping.

“… do you know why he volunteered? He won’t tell me.”

If Hawks says anything, Bakugou is going to murder him.

“It’s best that you get rest tonight,” Hawks chooses to go around the question, “did you need something to help you sleep? I know how restless you’ve been since you’ve come here.”

There’s a little hum from you again, this one being disagreeing. “Do you remember when we used to go to the lake and play in the water with the other kids? And then we’d all nap together under the trees? You used to pet my head until I fell asleep. You remember right?” You ask quietly.

“I do.”

Bakugou does too, making a small spark of jealousy rise up in his chest. It was all innocent back then, just young kids playing and tiring themselves out. But he was always jealous too, seething silently when you paid attention to someone else but secretly happy when you stuck to his side.

“Can you do that for me please? I just… I’m sorry. That was dumb.” You try to backpedal but Hawks assured you that he’s okay with it, the softness of his voice such a dead giveaway for the obvious feelings he has for you.

It makes Bakugou want to bash his head against the wall, thinking of you and Hawks together. You’re supposed to be with him. He was supposed to have given you your favorite flowers and asked your parents for their permission to go steady at this point.

“Let’s go on the couch, I’ll grab the blanket from your room.”

Good. If Hawks had suggested your room or his own, Bakugou would have blown a fuse.

When Bakugou comes out his room in the morning, you’re sleeping alone on the couch with the blanket tucked comfortably around you. You look peaceful and he stands to admire you for a bit. His eyes look around first, glancing to be sure that Hawks isn’t around. Then he reaches down to pet the top of your head, feeling how soft your hair is from the luxurious shower products that he hopes you will get to bathe in again when this is all over.

“Mmf… Bakugou?” You mutter, your voice still heavy with sleep as you start to rouse. “Good morning.”

“Hey.” he simply greets, “You want some tea?”

You nod your head as you slowly sit up from your spot. You stretch your limbs and yawn. Although you managed to sleep, he sees that you are not rested. “I’m scared.” You quietly admit, “I’m really scared.”

He knows.

“I’m scared that-“ you start to speak but then Hawks emerges from the hallway. You keep your head down and shrink into yourself, unable to look at Hawks or Bakugou.

━━━━✧

Hawks watches with bated breath, everyone quiet as they watch the scene unfold in front of them. You fell sick, running with a high fever and delirious, barely able to stay conscious. Bakugou tucked you away in a cave to keep you safe, trying to keep you fed and alive. Everyone could see that he was upset to see you so unwell and unable to fend for yourself.

The two of you fell asleep together just a few hours ago with Bakugou’s arms wrapped protectively around you despite you complaining that it was too hot. You needed to break the fever and he was making sure of that even when you cried over how uncomfortable you felt. But the cameras were on you, recording everything when you slipped out of Bakugou’s hold and slowly peeled off the layers of clothes from your body.

If only Hawks could tell the cameras to turn away, to pan to the other tributes but he knows they won’t.

This is good television for them after all.

“Bakugou… Bakugou… it’s hot.” You slightly rock him back and forth, sweat sticking to your forehead and looking so sad. “Wake up… wake up!”

He startled awake, his eyes immediately of course drawn to your nudity and he hisses for you to put your clothes back on. You weakly fight him, shaking your head and whining in a way that reminds Hawks of when you used to throw a tantrum when you were a child. He used to pick you up and hold you until you calmed down. Now he watches how Bakugou is struggling to keep his composure around you in this vulnerable state.

“(Name)! (Name)! Stop, put your damn clothes on!” Bakugou is trying to push the thermals over your head and dress you while also trying to keep his head turned away. The stupid hosts comment how chivalrous Bakugou is, admiring with a cooing ‘awww’ that makes Hawks sick to his stomach.

This isn’t meant to be cute; you’re indecent and sick and it’s all being recorded.

“I can’t do it…” you murmur, “Can’t…”

“Yea, you can.” Bakugou sighs in frustration, “just put your head through-“

“I can’t go home without you.” You admit to him, still pushing off the clothing he’s trying to put you in.

Everyone watching the scene holds their breath.

Bakugou freezes, his face looked pained but unsure what he should say to you.

“Please, we have to go home together.” You plead quietly with tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes, “We need to go home.”

Bakugou remains silent before putting his hand over your forehead. “Your fever is getting worse, you need to lay down and rest more.”

Hawks breaks out of his trance and looks around. He needs to do his part as your mentor, try to get you some aid from his end in any way he can. So even though he’s sick to his stomach that your nudity was televised and such an intimate moment between you and Bakugou was captured, he sets it aside to schmooze up the elites. He tells them precious little stories of you and Bakugou as children, now using the intimate confession to spin a story of sweet childhood friends with secret harboring feelings for one another.

The very thing that Bakugou never wanted in the first place.

The elites eat it up and a little parachute of medicine sails slowly in the air towards Bakugou. He snatches it and practically rips the shell open, his body deflating in relief when he finds medicine inside.

Hawks just knows that if he were to tell Bakugou how he was able to get that medicine for you, he’d be dead.

[requiem-fics]

JJK men & getting dressed up

Gojo Satoru

Loves picking out outfits for you to wear when you go out together. Will even buy you clothes once he learns a bit about your likes and dislikes

Money isn't really an issue for him, so be prepared for a lot of lavish items

Will buy you purses, but makes sure they're ones that are large enough to also fit sweets for when the two of you go out

Doesn't mind if you wear something that'll attract a lot of attention, in fact, he enjoys it when you become a spectacle

The sexier you look, the better - he knows exactly how good you look, and eats it up every time

Doesn't get insecure or jealous if you attract attention, BUT this man can (and will) fight anyone who stares a little too long

Loves taking you under his arm so that there's no question you're with him, holding your hand in his, and flashing any man a death stare if they try to approach you

Nanami Kento

As long as you're comfortable in what you're wearing, he's happy

His attention to detail is unmatched though, so he's always aware when you put a little extra effort into your appearance, and won't hesitate to tell you how good you look

Loves it when you wear jewelry he's bought for you, it makes him not only feel appreciated, but makes him feel even more possessive over you

He'd never be the type of man to tell you what to wear or judge you in any way, but he usually tends to prefer a classier style if you're going somewhere upscale, and really enjoys having an excuse to see you dressed up

Also secretly loves anything that shows your curves or any type of backless dress, likes to run his fingers down your spine when he knows no one is looking

When the relationship is established, he does love to choose lingerie for his partner <3

Geto Suguru

LOVES letting you borrow his clothes

Acts like he's doing you a favor by giving you his clothes to keep you warm, but he's more than happy to let you keep borrow his clothes so long as he gets to see you wear them. Especially loves seeing you wrapped up in his robes when it's cold.

Also loves to subtly match (couples sneakers? similar color palettes? he's a HUGE fan of that)

If you ever wanted to get tattoos or piercings, he'd be super into it and definitely want to tag along and keep you company

When you dress fancier than normal, he's your biggest hype man. Will let out a long whistle when you walk by, and isn't afraid to show you off or carry you around

"Let me take a pic, you need to see how good you look"

Would make a great instagram-photographer

Fushiguro Toji

When at home, he loves when his partner is super casual, or wearing just his tshirt

oops

Secretly gets a little nervous when you get dressed up, wondering if he's missed an occasion or feeling like he also needs to be on his partner's level. In a way, it makes him a little insecure (but he'll never show it)

If he genuinely cares for you, he gets extremely possessive the second you're in public together

Will walk a slightly behind you, just so no one else can get too close to you, makes you feel very safe with him

Still, he loves the idea of you getting dressed up to see him, he finds it pretty cute and will definitely indulge your efforts, asking you to spin around and show you the details up close so he can take in every detail

[troublesometrollhunters]

Yandere Hisirdoux Casperan 💙🔪

~ If Hisirdoux finds an obsession he loves he is not above secretly using magic to make himself seem cooler or more appealing. Maybe he uses mind reading to make sure he's impressing you, or he casts a small charm to be super strong or super smart so he can help you lift things or have a long conversation about the topics you love. If you seem resistant or not interested Douxies not above using magical persuasion, a type of spell that'll make you want to do what he asks you to so he can snag a date.

~ Phones are some of the most useful inventions on earth. Why cast a spell on you when he can just use your phone to track you? He wants to memorize your schedule and know where you go so he can plan meet cutes and make himself appear mysterious but alluring. With Zoes help he preorchestrates everything by tracking where you'll be and when. Using a fake account to check up on you. But its obvious his plan is working when he gets that first date and begins to gain your interest. He makes himself apart of your schedule and implements himself in your daily life. Whenever he changes the schedule or leaves you notice and ask him about it making him smile. Slowly but surely he's wormed his way in.

~ He's not quit sure when he fell for you but when he fell, he fell hard and now he can't get you out of his head. Out of his 919 years on this planet no one has ever made him feel this way and he's not about to let this feeling go. He's lost so much and given up so many things. But he loves you too much too ever let you go.

~ Douxie wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see but he hides his obsession of you from you. He doesn't want to come off as annoying or clingy or even creepy. He also doesn't want you to know about his endless love for you, at least not yet. He wants to befriend you and become a constant part of your life before he makes you his and Douxie wants to make sure the transition from strangers to friends to lovers is flawless and that no one will ever question if you fell in love too quickly. The moment he set eyes on you he knew you were the one but the rest of the world didn't need to know that, not until it was the right time.

~ He talks about you to Archie all the time. The familar knows you just as much as Douxie if not more. As his familar Douxie and Archie are already connected and have a deep bond where emotions are shared, but when Douxies obsession with you grows so does Archies. Archie helped raise Douxie and cares about him more than anything. So if Douxie cares about you, so does Archie. The familar often gives Douxie advice for how to woo you and Archie being the romantic he is, can't wait for when you two finally fall in love. Hopefully you like cats because he'll act like a stray and follow you to help Douxie keep tabs on you.

~ You hang out all the time. At his bookstore, the coffee shop he works at, college in between classes, and before and after his shows. He's always inviting you and your friends places and making sure that you love him and that your friends approve of him. He bumps into you while your out so he can introduce himself to your parents and any family in the area so they know him and trust him and he quickly gains confidence when it comes to courting you. He slowly eases out of friend territory and into boyfriend territory.

~ You're invited to all his concerts. Douxie makes sure to keep an eye out for you as he performs. His bandmates and many of his fans notice the sudden switch from hard rock songs to more lovey dovey music. He pours all of his passion and love into his music hoping you understand and hear him. After all music was his world but now your his world. He wants no needs you to understand he'd do anything for you.

~ He lavishes you with attention and gifts. Backstage passes, free merch, concert tickets to other shows, sentimental items, cute souvineers, movie tickets, and anything else you could ever want. He tries not to overwhelm you with all the money he spends on you but you just deserve the world and he always adores your smile. He can't wait til you smile at him like that all the time.

~ Douxie is smart and patient. Hes willing to play the long game even if he doenst really want too. He wants you to know he's magic but he needs you to find out in a cool way. He often fantasizes about saving you at work and being your hero. He slowly introduces the concept of magic and gives you books from his giftstore to try and get you interested. You'll never become a magic user yourself but he'd like you to not freak out at the idea of him having magic.

~ When you find out your ecstatic and ask him so many questions. You begin doing more research in his shop and help him hide his secret. He tells you all sorts of stories and slowly he watches you fall in love with just like he planned. Hisirdoux is planning your wedding in his head every time you laugh and he can't wait til your together forever.

~ You're not magic but that doesn't matter to him. Hisirdoux knows more than enough ancient spells that could keep you alive forever. Age won't be a problem and whether you like it or not you will be spending the rest of your life with him. He will love and protect you and be your knight in shining armor. History may not remember the name Hisrdoux but you, you will never forget him.

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘻 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰 2 {𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪}

A/n: I don't even know if anyone reads a/n but anywas, Dazai is my comfort character and I've been in a bad mental state for quite some time now so here is another work dedicated to him. Also if anyone has any requests, drop them please.

Pairings: Dazai x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, other than that none

Dazai tends to read his own book whenever you read yours. He sees it as a somewhat relaxing time where the two of you enjoy each other's presence without having to talk. He likes those times, he really does.

Maybe it's the way your expression is softer than usual whenever you read or maybe just maybe it's the way you tend to go on an hour long monologue about the book you're currently reading. You don't expect him to answer to what you're telling him and he knows it but he decides to comment anyway.

Now, Dazai isn't a person to want to do anything special on your anniversary and neither are you. It has always been that way and none of you cares. You either get to have a lavish meal at your place or stargaze and have sex over at his place. Either way you're fine with whatever you decide.

This year though Dazai wanted to do things a little different. Why? Well it all began around a week before your anniversary. You were sitting on your couch, your feet on his lap, reading the new book you had bought the previous day. And Dazai... he was sitting there watching you like the damn creep he is...sorry I meant simp.

"What are you reading there love?" When you didn't respond, too focused in what you were reading, he carefully set your feet on the couch and crawled closer to you. Instinctively you turned around to make space for him and that was when he got a glimpse of the book.

Did you always like stuff like that? He couldn't quite remember at the moment. Was it the scene? The setting? It was definitely not the characters because he didn't know who they even were... It didn't matter, Dazai loathed that book for taking all your attention (not in a creepy way guys chill).

So he began thinking... how could he bring that scene you were reading to life? But Dazai was clever so it didn't take much to figure out it was more than simple -to him at least.

His plan began the very next day, the moment he entered Yosano's office. Normally he wouldn't have asked and to be honest he regretted the moment he walked in because he knew there was a possibility the doctor would start asking questions. But somehow Yosano didn't. She offered her help gladly and so Dazai's plan continued.

Next stop was getting all the ADA members away from the flat since they all live in the same apartment complex. That was easy since he had 'secretly' overheard Chuuya talking on the phone to Kouyou the day he had come across him near a hat shop. Apparently Mori wanted to invite the ADA to the annual Port Mafia ball, maybe to brag about Port Mafia's achievements. Who knew? No matter the case, the invitation was sent and therefore everyone would be attending that stupid ball.

Not Dazai though.

His next and final step was also easy, especially after receiving Yosano's help. He went shopping. And when he bought what he wanted, he went over to your place, rang the doorbell and left the bag in front of your doorstep with a small note inside.

You didn't see or hear from Dazai for the rest of the week, two days. Nevertheless, you executed the orders he had given you perfectly trying hard not to question anything.

That was how, on the night of your anniversary, you found yourself standing in front of Dazai's door, wearing a nice beige airy gown that complimented your figure perfectly. At first you had thought of bringing a coat with you since it was off-shoulders yet long airy sleeves, but it would actually ruin the outfit.

And as the door opened, you realised you weren't the only one dressed up. Dazai was standing there, wearing a normal black suit with a black matching tie.

"Can I ask why are we-"

"No! No questions." He pulled you in and closed the door.

Other than a couple of candles you had no idea he actually had there was no other source of light in the room.

The silence was interrupted the moment the music started playing. Classical music of course. You looked around but saw no radio or phone and the sound... was it even coming from your partner's apartment?

"I'm assuming you're looking for me, love." You couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle upon seeing Dazai offering you his hand with a smirk in his face. "Do you know how to watlz?"

"I do..." You placed your hand gently on his and he brought the two of you close. His free hand was now resting on your lower back.

"Well then let's waste no time."