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thishasbeencary · 3 months ago
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☁️ I once told you to stay steadfast, but perhaps that was more for me.
Dorian Storm and Orym are Critical Role characters by Robbie Daymond and Liam O'Brien. 🎶🍃
Dorian is me, Orym is @/autistocrafts (ig) 💚
Picture by @sin_de_quill 💙
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m--bloop · 3 months ago
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jameswilsonsupremacy · 9 months ago
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chase would’ve dressed as westley from the princess bride at some point in his life. westley is the fictional character that chase projects onto. that’s it, that’s the post. that’s all I have to offer for the silly hate crimes md fandom. i will go back to reblogging and keeping house md brainrot to myself, thanks dawgs.
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m-herra · 2 years ago
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Damn bro got the blue hair AND the pronouns
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wileys-russo · 1 day ago
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Hi , requesting a prompt
With Alexia at her home " have you been always this cuddly ? "
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wine drunk II a.putellas
you'd let yourself in with your key and gotten comfortable, curled up on your girlfriends sofa with a bowl of popcorn and a drink, tv remote in hand and dressed entirely in alexia's clothes.
you knew she had late meetings and wouldn't be home for awhile but you'd already organised to stay the night since the two of you had spent the last few days apart, with you being in girona visiting family and alexia remaining in barcelona.
the pair of you had only been seeing one another officially for little over four months, drawn together through a mutual friend and introduced at a dinner you were both a little awkward and made up the less outgoing and boisterous end of the table.
none the less you'd gotten talking, obviously knowing who alexia was because you didn't live under a rock and you'd been going to patri's games for a long while now.
but you'd only moved to barcelona this year, much to patri's delight as she quickly drew you into her inner circle determined to keep you here and make you feel as welcomed as possible.
you'd made it through three episodes of a new show you'd been recommended by a coworker when you heard her key in the lock, frowning as a thump and several choice curses sounded on the other side of the door.
you hopped up to your feet and hurried over, flicking the deadbolt and pulling the door open. "mi amor!" alexia lit up at the sight of you, a laugh of surprise leaving your mouth as she charged inside and swept you up into a bear hug.
"hola cari!" you laughed again, arms wrapping around her neck as she twirled and kicked the door closed behind her, placing you carefully back down again.
"woah woah alexia que eres-" you started, grabbing her shoulders as no sooner did your feet touch the floor you were marched backward, squealing as your ass hit the arm of the couch and you fell backward.
"Te eché de menos." your girlfriend promptly crawled on top of you as you barely had time to shuffle back a little more before she hauled herself up and over the arm of the couch, legs dangling off as her head made its home on your chest.
"i missed you too." you chuckled, running hands through her hair and tilting her head back to kiss her forehead. "amor, estás bien?" you asked with a small smile of amusement as she squeezed you tightly, her body settled on top of you quite pleasant like a weighted blanket.
"sí, muy muy muy bien." your girlfriend assured, patting your sides gently and squeezing you again as you gave her an odd look. "have you always been this cuddly? or did an alien replace you while i was gone?" you teased still massaging her scalp and hearing her scoff, head popping up to glare down at you.
you heard her began to chastise you in spanish but now up close you watched her mannerisms and the slight slur to her voice and it all clicked. "dios mío, amor are you drunk?" you laughed, managing to sit up a little more as alexia scoffed again.
"no!" the footballer argued but as she sat back on her knees and swayed slightly you grinned. "you are, you're drunk!" you laughed in shock, alexia blowing a raspberry at you with her tongue and waving you off, only putting another nail in the coffin.
"when you said it was a business dinner i did not realise that meant drinking." you grinned, alexia grumbling something inaudible, pinching your knee and moving off of you and to her feet.
"i am not drunk. ni hablar! i have one, maybe two glass of wine." the midfielder scoffed, but you only grinned more as she stumbled ever so slightly, trying to play it off as if she'd tripped over the carpet, poking at some imaginary hazard with her toe.
"you are a light weight putellas, all it takes for you to be drunk is a glass or two of wine!" you reminded with a snicker, standing and following after her into the kitchen, pulling yourself to sit up on the counter.
"ah!" she clicked her tongue at you, wiggling her fingers for you to hop down as you rolled your eyes and made a face at her.
normally she'd come and pull you down herself to make a point, muttering about her clean counters but she seemed to have more pressing matters to follow up as her head disappeared into the pantry.
"alexia." you gasped as she turned around, packet of chips in hand, another tell tale sign. "cállate." the footballer waved you off, hand digging around in the back as you smirked and shook your head.
"drunk snacking." you tutted at her, grinning as she playfully slapped your knee before knocking your legs apart and moving to stand between them, arms winding around you and her head again resting against your chest.
"so the meetings were good then bebé?" you chuckled, her chin resting on your sternum as she hummed with a small nod, eyes a little droopy.
she asked a few questions about your trip home, the pair of you having been in near constant communication while you were with your family, but not long after you fell into a comfortable silence, your hand cradling the back of her head as she leaned more into you.
"ale!" you groaned in disgust as something brushed your ear, your girlfriend trying to pass a handful of her chips over your shoulder and into her mouth, packet held in hand behind your back.
"i just washed my hair." you whined, kicking her lightly as she hummed, pressing a salty kiss to your cheek making you grimace as she tied the bag up using a hair tie on her wrist and put them back.
"tan mimoso cuando estás borracho." you teased as again she returned between your legs, hands on your hips and pulling you a little closer, indeed always extra cuddly when she'd had a drink, quite the affectionate drunk.
"vale mi vida, shower and we can cuddle in bed." you reminded, shaking her gently with a small smile of amusement as her eyes fluttered open and she hummed.
though the moment she let go of you with a sigh and stepped backward your hand slapped over your mouth as she tripped over her own feet careered over backward.
"oye, bebita?" "sí tonta?" "i might be drunk."
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barcaatthemoon · 6 months ago
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jenni's girl ii || jenni hermoso x alexia putella x reader ||
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a night with alexia and jenni.
minors dni, 18+, smut ahead.
jenni and alexia appeared to have a mutual understanding of how the night was to go. alexia had gone on her own to invite jenni over. you had asked her to, absolutely mortified of the idea of having to do it yourself. jenni had an uncanny ability to tease you about absolutely anything, and this wouldn't have been any different. alexia had to be the one to go, plain and simple.
"bebita, go to jenni. sit on her lap, make her comfortable," alexia told you. she placed her hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you towards the other woman. you crossed the short distance of your living room to sit down on the couch next to jenni.
"i do not believe that is where alexia told you to go," jenni teased. there was no malice in her voice at all, just the hope that she could calm you down a little. inviting jenni may have been your idea, but the closer things got to tonight, the more nervous you became.
"i didn't want to overstep," you mumbled as you shifted to sit partially on jenni's lap.
jenni wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you fully onto her lap. once you were comfortable, you felt her lips press a small kiss behind your ear before she lifted her head just enough to whisper to you, "i'm here to fuck you, there's not much you can do to overstep."
there was something about the lightheartedness in jenni's tone that added to the callousness of her statement. you wiggled a little in her lap in a futile attempt to subtly squeeze your thighs together. jenni and alexia shared a look between themselves, one that made another set of butterflies flutter about in your stomach.
"calm cari, we know how to take good care of you," alexia reassured you. she sat down on the couch with the two of you. she reached you and cupped your cheeks, but leaned past you to kiss jenni. the excitement whenever you had thought about them together for the first time bubbled up inside of you at the sight of them kissing.
there had once been a time when it had made your heart ache, but now you had found your soulmate in alexia. jenni had definitely meant a lot to you being your first love, but she had always been destined to be the one who got away. it was because of both of you having been with jenni that the older woman pushed alexia your way in the first place.
"ale," you whined as the moments passed by without either of their attention on you. alexia and jenni both chuckled, muttering the same sentiment in spanish about you and attention. jenni tugged your head back a bit to give you a quick kiss before she pushed you towards alexia.
alexia took her time with you, having remembered your nerves from earlier. each of her kisses was a way to check up on you, whereas the assault of jenni's mouth against your neck was solely to distract you. you knew to expect alexia to be softer than jenni in every aspect.
it was through jenni that you had learned you liked being submissive. jenni wasn't there to boss you around tonight, but you knew not to expect anything soft and slow from her. alexia was very much in control of things, and had reassured you that her first priority was to make sure that you were both comfortable and satisfied.
"do you want to move this to the bedroom yet?" alexia asked you. she watched your features for any sort of discomfort as you gathered your thoughts. at the small nod of your head, alexia began to pull you up onto your feet.
you were a little dressed up. all three of you were. alexia had matched her pants with your little black dress. jenni had gone for a more casual look, pairing a simple black shirt with a pair of darker jeans. it was a look that had once driven you crazy, and you had to admit still looked amazing on her.
the inch of height difference between you and alexia felt like a foot sandwiched in between jenni and alexia. jenni's hands stayed on your ass the whole way, groping it teasingly. you knew what exactly what that meant, what jenni had come in with the intention of doing to you.
"i'm so excited," jenni whispered in your ear. it sent chills down your spine, causing a shiver. alexia turned around to give jenni a warning glare not to move things along too quickly. alexia wanted to take her time with you. this had started as something for you, but it wasn't going to end that way. alexia had ideas of other teammates that she'd like to invite into your room for a night or two. "i've been thinking about you a lot lately."
you didn't know what to say to that, so you just turned around and pressed jenni against the wall. jenni seemed a bit surprised at first, but she melted into the kiss you pressed against her lips. jenni began to push back a bit and ended up quickly taking over the kiss. a part of you wanted to argue and push back, but a bigger part was content with the way that her tongue pushed past your lips.
"vamos." alexia swatted your ass, prompting you to break the kiss with jenni. the three of you were in the doorway of your bedroom, so close to where alexia wanted you, but still much too far away. jenni picked you up into her arms and carried you straight over to the bed. alexia trailed behind the two of you, unbuttoning her shirt as she moved along.
kissing jenni was familiar in a way that you hadn't expected. it was like your relationship was picking right up at where things had been left last. alexia watched with a similar ache in her chest as she watched the two of you together. it was hard, but she had to remind herself that you had asked for this with the promise of letting alexia have a little fun later on.
"do not just stand there and pout. she needs to be touched, and you said i couldn't do that myself," jenni said. she moved off of your body to make room for alexia to come and join the two of you on the bed. alexia dropped her shirt from her shoulders and ran over to join, almost immediately diving between your legs.
your dress was only on for a few seconds longer before alexia and jenni were practically tearing it off. alexia stayed in between your legs, kissing her way up then from your ankles. above her, jenni had easily ripped your lace bra in half to grope at your breasts and take turns teasing your nipples with her mouth.
"jenni, please," you moaned at the feeling of her mouth sucking hickeys all over your breasts. alexia glanced up to see you in pure bliss. she frowned a little at the marks, they looked like they had to have hurt a little. alexia knew that you liked a bit of pain, more than what she was willing to give you, but she hadn't thought it was like that.
"stop pouting and put your mouth to good use," jenni ordered. you were more than shocked when alexia complied without a second thought. that feeling was quickly pushed out of the way when alexia's mouth made contact with your cunt. her tongue ran up and down your folds teasingly. slowly, alexia began to focus the movements of her mouth a little more.
"ale, that feels so good," you moaned. alexia's cheeks flushed at your praise, even if you couldn't see it. you felt a hand squeeze your thigh appreciatively. jenni moved to sit behind you, allowing for her to view alexia's head between your legs as she played with your breasts. "c-can you use your fingers please? i want more, ale, please."
"you ask so nicely, it's adorable. alexia used to ask me for things like that, didn't you ale?" jenni was teasing alexia, riling her up so that she'd have something to prove when their surprise began.
"quiet," alexia ordered. jenni glanced down at the glaring midfielder between your legs as she bit the side of your neck. you guided alexia's mouth back down to your cunt to join her fingers as they fucked you. you were soaking wet, wetter than alexia could ever remember you being. it was obvious that you enjoyed the extra presence in the bedroom. alexia's mind ran wild with all of the other things that you might have also enjoyed that she never thought to ask about.
"kiss me," you told jenni, just barely managing to get the words out before your orgasm overtook your senses. jenni tipped your chin down just enough to keep your mouth open as she licked into your mouth. it wasn't exactly what you wanted, but it saved you a little embarrassment from having your moans echoing off the walls around you.
alexia rose up from between your legs as jenni moved out from behind you. you were given barely a moment to compose yourself before both women stood at the edge of the bed with matching strap-ons jutting out from between their legs. jenni tugged alexia into a kiss, giving you just a couple of moments before you had to ask what they expected of you.
there was no way that you would be taking both of them at the same time, at least you didn't think so. it wasn't until jenni was kneeling behind you that you caught onto what they wanted. that was when you started to notice a few little details. alexia's dildo was bigger, and jenni's was one that you hadn't seen in some time, but you knew it well.
"it's been a long time," you told her. jenni ran her hands up and down your back, rubbing out any tension that she could feel. "i don't know if i can take something like that anymore."
"i believe in you, but if you don't want to do this, i'll find a different spot," jenni told you. "are you up to trying, corazon?"
the term of endearment caused a flood of emotion to wash over you. jenni waited patiently, not moving until you answered her. you were quiet, but it was an affirmative. jenni smiled at that and lowered her hands from the middle of your back down to your ass.
gently, jenni spread your cheeks. her fingers dug into the soft skin and muscle as she trailed kisses down your spine. you pushed your hips back a little as a familiar feeling came over you. jenni chuckled as she finally gave you what you wanted. her tongue ran over your asshole, pulling moans from you that alexia had never heard before.
"have you ever seen her like this before?" jenni asked as she pressed her middle finger against your hole. alexia shook her head, momentarily unable to speak. her throat felt dry, despite her mouth salivating wildly.
"no, never. she looks so good taking your fingers. i bet you've done that a lot, haven't you?" alexia asked.
"yes," you breathed out. alexia smirked as she watched jenni push a second finger inside of you. "more, please. i can take it."
"if you're sure," jenni said. alexia helped to lube up jenni's dildo and guide you back onto it. "i won't move much, you just take what you can handle corazon, vale?"
"vale," you told her. jenni kept her hands on your hips to help steady you as you slowly sank down onto her cock. alexia moved onto the bed now, crawling towards the two of you as jenni scooted back on the bed a bit. alexia wanted to be patient and enjoy the sight in front of her, but she couldn't wait.
"tell me if it is too much," alexia told you. you nodded as you glanced down to see her lining the tip of the dildo up with your entrance. she had already fucked you once tonight with her fingers, but this was an entirely new sensation. you felt the stretch of both women deep inside of you.
you pulled alexia's hips towards you, prompting her to move a bit. alexia dropped her body against yours and began with slow, shallow thrusts. your body fell back against jenni's, moving the toy in your ass just a little. alexia had yet to push herself any further than maybe halfway inside of you, but you already feel so full. the sensation of having both women inside of you has your eyes rolling back in your head, especially once jenni begins to rock her hips back and forth.
"oh my god, please don't stop. i am begging you, i need this. i want it so fucking bad," you told them. jenni and alexia shared a look over your shoulder. you caught the look on alexia's face, and it was almost like pure bliss. she couldn't believe that you were truly enjoying being fucked like this so much.
"don't worry bebe, we won't stop until you ask us to," alexia promised. you cupped her cheeks in your hands and leaned in to kiss her. alexia started to move a little faster, going twice as fast as jenni was behind you. alexia's thrusts began to push a little deeper, stretching you open in the most delicious of ways.
jenni peppered your back and shoulders in soft kisses as she pulled you down to grind against her. alexia shifted her position and began to thrust a bit more forcefully. your mouth fell open in a silent scream as all of the air was forced out of your body with each of their movements. you could feel the heat of your orgasm begin to build, but this time, it burned as it ripped through you almost violently.
you couldn't get a word out or catch your breath until alexia and jenni had completely separated themselves from you. jenni took the toys into the bathroom and returned with two warm washcloths. alexia graciously accepted one and started to clean you up. you whimpered with each pass of the cloth on your oversensitive cunt.
"i'm sorry, but this is important," alexia muttered as she pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh. you grabbed a handful of her hair before you flattened your hand to run your fingers along her scalp. alexia nearly faltered in cleaning you up, but jenni was there to take over for her. you groaned a little, knowing that jenni wasn't going to be as easily distracted.
"you did so well, both of you." jenni pressed a kiss to the side of both your head and alexia's. jenni left alexia to wrap you up in a blanket and hold you while she went to get some food and water to replenish your strength. it had been a while, but you were unsurprised when jenni pulled you up into a sitting position to feed you and make sure that you drank your glass of water.
it felt a little too domestic, even as she did the same for alexia. jenni took care of the both of you in that moment, just like she had whenever she had been both of your respective girlfriend. you tried to turn your attention to jenni, but she was excusing herself from alexia's apartment by the time that you had built up enough strength to do much more than just give her lazy kisses.
"will we see you like this again?" you asked her.
"that is up to you and alexia, really. you know how to get a hold of me, corazon," jenni told you. you pouted at her answer, not liking it very much. you wanted confirmation that jenni wanted this as badly as you did. you wanted to know that she hadn't just done this as some sort of twisted favor for alexia.
"i love you." alexia noticed the way you deflated once jenni had left. she pulled you even tighter into her arms and pressed several kisses to the side of your face. that wasn't something that she usually enjoyed doing, finding the exaggerated displays of pda a tad bit annoying, but she knew that it would make you feel better. to her, that meant it was the best thing in the world for the time being.
"i love you too," you said sweetly. you smiled into the kiss, which kept it from getting too deep, not that you or alexia minded all that much. alexia was just happy to have you in her arms and smiling, which were her favorite things in the world. she would have given up football if it would keep a permanent smile on your face, but she was lucky enough to know that you'd never ever ask that of her.
"let's get some rest," alexia ordered softly. you were sure that it was supposed to sound like a suggestion, but alexia was awful at switching her tone between telling you to do something and simply suggesting it. you didn't mind though, not when you felt so safe and sated in her arms. alexia and jenni had put you through it tonight, and there was no doubt in your mind that you'd be getting a full night's sleep.
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samcvrpenters · 3 months ago
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pairing:  joe goldberg x fem! reader x love quinn
summary:  ever since the married couple set eyes on you, they both knew that they wanted you for themselves. but, sharing is caring, right?
warnings:  obsession, mentions of sexual content, murder, gore, drugging
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they first set eyes on you when you walked into sherry’s and cary’s. they had set a party up— mainly for themselves but also for love and joe, and it was more of a congratulations for the birth of henry. they were a little more self-absorbed than others, but joe and love pulled it together in order to stay. after all, this was for henry.
maybe it was something a little unexpected, the fact that there would be so many people there. but it gave them a chance to analyse. more for joe, anyway. he always believed love never truly took in the picture in front of her, which would eventually be the couple’s downfall.
love had actually seen you first. you were in the bathroom, touching up your makeup for the party. you had this beautiful dress on, and love almost couldn’t take her eyes off you. you were simply that stunning— and she almost felt guilty when having those feelings. but then she remembered the whole situation with natalie and she couldn’t find herself caring anymore about what joe thought.
you two got into a rather explicit conversation. you were mainly laughing about the relationship between sherry and cary and how sherry often did her own thing. but it didn’t really matter to you. the only thing that mattered was that you were having a good time. and so was love. 
shortly after the conversation, you excused yourself to go and meet your husband. what the hell were you doing married? you had no reason to be married. she had already declared to herself that you belonged to her. 
as your hand slid around his hip and grasped gently at his blazer with your left hand, joe had finally took sight of you. honestly, you must have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen before. and he was already flaming with jealousy by the time he watched your lips lock with the person that you were married to. 
he had no reason to be jealous. he shouldn’t even be thinking about you like that in the first place. he was happily married (well, that was up for discussion), and he knew that love would act up if he even locked eyes with you for more than a second. but once she had walked out of the bathroom with her eyes still fixed on your body, joe came to a realisation.
she was just like him.
which meant that whatever joe did, love was most likely to do too. they were both fixated on you already, their infatuation running like a train— directly to the destination which could only be you.
he took her to the side to talk to her. at first, he sounded confrontational and almost annoyed. but with each word that came out of his mouth, he sounded more and more peaceful as his eyes kept flickering towards you. towards the way you ran your hand delicately across your husband’s chest.
“she’s stunning, isn’t she?” love’s comment came almost as quickly as his argument came along, causing him to halt with the comments he was making. of course she had spotted his small glances at you. he was quite obvious. and she had experienced it firsthand before. 
joe wasn’t sure what to say. his hand was placed firmly on love’s side, veins so evident as he gently rubbed at it. of course he had to act like he actually cared about her— even though it was quite the opposite. he hated her for what she was, even if that was an exact replica of himself. but he had to at least act like it.
“get her away from her husband.” joe’s voice is raspy in the ear of his wife, his back turned towards you so that he would be able to whisper freely into her ear without anyone overhearing.
love immediately took to the role as the distraction. she approached you, greeting you with a smile on her face. she was always the extroverted one out of the pair of them, so she had no problem just approaching you like this. she gently took your hand and led you away from him, pulling you to where the drinks were.
she raises the glass to your lips and allows you to drink out of it, letting you sip gently at the liquid inside of it before pulling it away. “nice?” she questions with a hum, her hand still placed on your arm. the physical touch was so much to her. 
“so nice.” your voice is so perfect. so beautiful. you sound like an angel. cliche, she knows. but you’re exactly like that. an angel. you’ve been sent down from the heavens to satisfy her needs and to give her an actual opportunity with her husband to do something they both agree on. 
she can already imagine those nights with you.
your back would be pushed against the wall, her hands roaming up and down her body and her fingernails scratching gently at your skin. maybe she could make you bleed if she was lucky. her tongue would run down the flesh and gently lick up what she had caused, her tongue aching for more of that metallic taste since it was you.
she would hoist you up onto the counter of her kitchen, pushing that lovely little dress you were  wearing up to your hips and above your waist and allowing her lips to touch your inner thighs— those love bites making such a scene for her and joe whenever they would want more of you. they would treat you so well. so much better than that pathetic excuse of a husband.
talking about that husband, joe was certainly doing his job well. his charm was coming through unbelievably fast and was almost so convincing. he wanted him to leave the party so that he could deal with him properly.
he had never acted so fast with murder in his life. but he would be willing to do it for you. he would be willing to stab. to slash. to shoot.
he wanted, so badly, to pull the man to the side and instantly carve out his heart. maybe he would use the knife that he knew was right in the middle of that knife block in sherry and cary’s kitchen. maybe he would dig the blade into the flesh of his chest and push and push until he managed to gently prick the organ that could only feel.
he’d maybe take the liberty of carving out his skin first. he could already imagine it. the blood would be horrific. all over the place, and he would messily detach the heart from any of the veins and arteries and instantly burn it.
he would give anything for that.
but of course, the world didn’t work that way, as your husband just shrugged his comments off and told him that you would have to be off soon.
he didn’t want that to happen. no, he wanted him to be done with. he wanted to shatter that man’s stupid hopes and dreams by ending them and then just fuck you a minute later. maybe that was too much to ask for, but he wanted it.
he could only stand there as your husband dismissed him, before he ended up walking back over to you and love. he introduced himself and then told you that the man over there was looking for you. you nod and smile, and allow yourself to walk back over to him, but not before commenting that it was nice to meet them both.
joe and love would have to plan. 
planning was never a big deal to joe, but to love? it would be different. she never really planned anything out. she wasn’t really that careful with anything but she was willing to listen to her husband to get you. they agreed to share you. after all, it was bringing them closer together. 
she heard that you and… what even was his name? was it alex? she was sure that his name was alex. she heard that you and alex were going on vacation soon. 
so, joe was the one who went over there and mercilessly slashed the tires of the man’s car. he wouldn’t let you leave— there was no way. so much more could happen during that time you were away and he couldn’t let you slip away.
alex told you that he would go out and walk to get a courtesy car— after all, the town was quite small and you wouldn’t necessarily mind if that was the case. you hummed and kissed him on the cheek, waving sweetly at him as he left the house.
you heard a knock on the door almost a few minutes later, revealing love with a box of cupcakes and whatnot. you let her in with a small smile on your face, and she lets you lead her to the table to munch on those sweet desserts. food was definitely bringing the two of you closer together.
joe never had an issue with following people. so following the man that was so stuck to you? not a big deal in the slightest.
he lets himself walk faster as he passes one of the cameras in the town, before pulling alex into the next alley where he was sure there were absolutely no cameras in the slightest and letting himself stab the man in the chest. just like he imagined.
he knew he would have to deal with the body, so he pulls out a small can of gasoline and sprinkles it over the man, before pulling out the lighter and gently setting fire to the body. he makes sure to pull the knife away and keep it stashed in his pocket— all stained with blood. he couldn’t leave any evidence behind. it would just be a random mugging that would end with arson. 
and meanwhile?
that small poison that love had planted into the cake was beginning to make its way through into your body.
what did you expect?
they were so obsessed with you. 
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hotvintagepoll · 6 months ago
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Propaganda
Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life
Sophia Loren (Marriage Italian Style, Houseboat)—Major Italian star, first actress to win an Oscar for a performance not in English (for Two Women (1960)) and later when Roberto Benigni won an Oscar in 1999 he jumped over the chairs towards the stage going "Sophia Sophia!!" because he was running towards Sophia Loren and said he cared more about her than the Oscar, that's the effect she had on people. She was big in the 60s already even though she gained a lot more notoriety after that. And I mean. Can we take a moment and just.
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Sophia Loren:
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She has maxed out all her stats: beauty, elegance, sensuality, she's got it all. her mesmerizing eyes, her sensual mouth, her sharp face shape, her everything is so striking and unlike any other beauty in films. she was also voted the world most beautiful woman when she was freaking 65
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im submitting her in honor of my dad bc she was the first celebrity crush of his he ever admitted to me and my sister :) and he was right. shes so pretty
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OSCAR WINNER. Worked with some of the hottest leading men in Hollywood but remained faithful to her husband whom she had a loving marriage with till he died (even though Cary Grant almost tempted her once, it's complicated)
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One of the most well-known sex symbols of the Golden Age of Hollywood, and unlike some unfortunate others, she seems to have been pretty well at peace with occupying that status. She made assertiveness and a tempestuous temper seem glamorous, and although she's famous for side-eying Jayne Manisfield's cleavage, honestly? She's one to talk.
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Absolutely, drop-dead sexy, also a hard working, extraordinarily talented actress who didn't shy away from the less glamorous roles to gift us some gritty, memorable performances
Submitting this on behalf of my dad, who knows nothing of tumblr or this blog, but I remember being a kid watching Houseboat while my mom thirsted after Cary Grant, dad thirsted after Sophia Loren, and I was excited that they lived on a boat. Anyway, she's extremely beautiful and was an international star, doing a ton of movies in Italy before being recognized in the US.
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JUST LOOK AT HER Y'ALL
Very smart and beautiful, the characters that she played (I mean those in the movies that I put in the previous question) are as strong and determined as her which I think adds to her hotness.
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Global superstar and my late grandfather's long time movie star crush and for a man as quiet as he was, and as hopelessly devoted to his wife as he was, the fact that I know that means she was EXCEPTIONAL.
Big in the chest, snatched in the waist, pretty in the face 😳
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Sexy, beautiful, deep. A real star.
Her performance in "Man of La Mancha" is just so very captivating. Dubbed as "the Italian Marilyn Monroe", she looks beautiful in any movie and at any age.
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Forget the exotic sexpot of her Hollywood films and go back to her Italian career: sparking with Marcello Mastroianni as the woman who drives him mad and outwits all his fumbling attempts at macho posturing in their early films, and showing a tender side in their 1970s films. Sophia isn’t self-conscious about who she is or her beautiful body: she enjoys being herself and she wants us all to enjoy ourselves too.
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She starred in films as a sexually emancipated persona and was one of the best known sex symbols of the time. She is a great cook and her filmography is immense.
On the misattributed quote that Sophia owed everything to spaghetti: 'Did you actually say the quote frequently attributed to you, "Everything you see I owe to spaghetti"?' "Non è vero! It's not true! It's such a silly thing. I owe it to spaghetti, no, no. Completely made up."
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Marlene Dietrich:
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ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face
its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.
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First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.
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Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything
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“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”
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The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender
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"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”
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"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."
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"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."
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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."
"would you not let her walk on you?"
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sanzaibian · 17 days ago
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Hiii! Im a scrawny white guy that just moved out into a new neibourhood that is strangely filled with fuckboys and my parents want me to cut my long curly hair to fit in. They want me to have a buzz cut or an undercut. Do you know someone who can help me?
“Welcome to the normal barbershop ! I… see you’re accompanied.”
Indeed, when you enter, the severe face of your mother is revealed behind your shoulder. She seems dead set on having a say in whatever you’re going to do, no matter how uncomfortable you look. You know that, as you’re a few years into university, you should really, like all your friends find yourself flat or flatmates, yet the only ones who would qualify are all related by blood. However, with the sky-high price for property, inflation eating into everyone’s pockets, and uni being just an hour away from home… the choice is obvious.
Even if it feels a bit constraining to have your quite controlling parents breathing down your neck.
“I…” You start, before being cut by your mother. - My son here needs an appropriate haircut. This… clump he caries around has to go.”
It is clear for everyone in the room that she wants you to have a haircut, not you… and that she seems dead set on you cozying up to the upper echelons of society. Not an objectionable dream, but not one she should force onto her kid. This malaise that grows out of it is broken by the arrival of a tall but thin guy, dressed in all white polos and chinos, wearing an expensive golden watch, luxurious black sunglasses and a single stylish golden earring. His jet black hair is parted in the middle in a tasteful style stinking of money – and hairspray – accompanying slightly folded amber eyes that frame a very handsome face.
“Greetings, miss.” He announced rather dramatically, smiling in a manner that would swoon anybody. “Don’t worry, I, Jonathan Nasukawa, heir to the famous Shimotsuke family, from the Uesugi clan, and to the de Clissons family, who studied under the famous master barber Dr. Davod, will take care of your son. I’ll make sure he’s… up to my standards.”
You are not impressed. In fact, you’re more weary of whatever bullying he may decide to make about your lack of self-care, or your lower social class… but your mother is comfortably taken by the smile of that certified ikemen. Her severe expression morphs into one of the most benevolent smiles that a human can make, and pushes you to him by your shoulders.
“My son will be more than honored to be able to be helped by all your expertise. I’m sure that, once he knows how to properly act, he will thank you for the immense service you are giving him.”
The ikemen’s smile becomes sinister, somehow… though your mother stays just as smitten by his through the roof charisma.
“Rest assured, he will.” His smiles becomes normal once again, as he places a hand on your shoulder. “Now, if you may, I have some work to do. - Well, I wouldn’t want to prevent you from doing your job… I just so happen to have a few things to buy, so I’ll get to this now !”
As the exchange devolves into civilities, you start advancing to the barber chairs, where you guess your mane that you actually really like is going to get chopped off. What a waste, you love the feeling of long hair, how it floats, how freely you can shape it. But before you can take a step closer, you are stopped by a soft hand on your shoulder. Expecting it to be your mother, you put your hand on it and turn around… only to notice it was Jonathan. The barber.
“I was going to say that we are not going there, but… are you trying something ?”
You vehemently deny, red appearing on all your face, making him laugh very elegantly.
“Hahaha ! Your expressions are so precious ! No, we’re going inside that special room, with the elite setup, for maximum comfort !” You stare at him, unsure of why he’s trying to do by playing into your mom’s delusions. “What, it’s comfortable for me too ! And it’s topical !”
You smile from that defense that paints an image quite different from the one he casts, that more of a laid-back and less… arrogant than the uptight and quick to point out ancestry he seemed to your mother. He makes you sit on the chair inside the private room, that feels incredibly comfortable, as he takes out multiple products, clippers and scissors.
“I’m sorry your mother made such a scene… I mean, we’re supposed to be the one uncomfortable, but you must have been so ashamed hearing her spouting nonsense like that.” Of that you agree. « Now, before you start making up ideas, I’m not a noble or anything. I just said that to impress her, because I know it works – I’m sure she would faint if she knew I lived in a small flat with three roommates to save money ! Though the lineage is correct, it doesn’t come with fortune, unfortunately.”
He speaks so much that you have a hard time saying anything. And in the time he took to explain every part of his trick, he washed your hair and put in some weird lotion. How industrious he is, expertly manipulating your hair while not stopping one second from talking… Although his claims to famous families were bogus, his claims to skill were visibly warranted.
“Now, let me talk about what I’m going to do. See, I’d like to keep your hair. It’s nice and long, and I’d likely trim it a little and find some ways to dress it so that you can have a good cut that will sway even the straightest of guys and the gayest of girls. « However… due to the whole situation, I have to give you a shorter cut. See, I know her type. She wouldn’t find anything but that a proper men’s cut. But don’t worry, I have here everything necessary to make you own that short cut.”
And as he said all of that, he used scissors to cut down most of the length, the locks falling one after another, in a shower of hair. Although you feel very hurt by this development, you can’t stay mad too long with him overwhelming your brain with words… Actually, is that a strategy he’s using ? As if he was-
“So the recipe for a short cut in the current trends is the curly undercut. Thankfully your hair is already curly, so I won’t have to change much, but there are some details that I’ll still have to fix. « But right now, I’m concentrating on the most important : the shape. Now that most of the mass has been dealt with, I’m shaping it so we can find the modern shape we’re trying to achieve. Now, you may think that looking like a mushroom is cringe… and to be honest, you’re right, but it’s only cringe if you of think it as much.”
God, he was so fast ! He drew the clippers, put a short guard, and tore through the sides of your hair, leaving only short fur ! And he even had the time to make the short part two-tone, with it being a smidge longer when connecting with the top of the hair ! He really is gifted ! But as he did that, what he told you about cringe kept on making rounds in your head. Although it feels almost wrong, like an incorrect leap of logic… you couldn’t find how. You could only find more ways in which it was correct.
If you’re the one to wear such a cringy haircut… should you be revising your stance on it ? It’s not as if you could get rid of it that easily… And looking at how much expertise Jonathan puts in cutting your hair… should you even ? Should you not accept that it’s your hair, and be… proud of it ? Of having your hair cut by such a gifted barber, who chose such a hot and trendy cut ? That thought feels weird… kind of… intoxicating. Like it’s opening a door that should not have been open, making you feel hotter than ever.
Because you decide that you are hot.
“And then, I just have to cut down the top to an acceptable volume ! See, it’s all about volume, about looking big and fluffy. It’s a pain to style – believe me – but it’s worth it, because it’s such a show off. « You know, you have a great nature of hair, you should absolutely not spit on that. Many people use chemicals to get a result resembling your hair, yet you have it naturally ! What better thing to show off !”
On that time, he switched to scissors and has cut the top of your air so it only kinda looks like a mushroom. Now, everything fits together… and it makes you feel so much hotter. It’s not cringe, you’re just hot, and you love it. But your brains latches on how high-effort this whole style is, and how great your hair is… Sure, you know that you check out a lot of guys who have great muscles, handsome faces, and generous crotches, but you never thought of that concept applied to you.
You never felt like you had anything much to be proud of, in your body, but seeing how he praises your hair, how many guys want to have hair just like yours… it makes something click for you. You do have something to be proud of. And it’s something others should get to enjoy. So why not use these high-effort techniques ? Why not put in work ? And what then would be wrong to get feedback for this work ?
It all feels so intoxicating… It feels so wrong… But it’s so good, so attractive, and it makes you so, so, sooo happy. So why stop ? Somehow the thought of annoying others by showing off just… doesn’t compute anymore. You’re happy showing others, they should be happy seeing what you’re good at.
“Now, please lie down in this machine. I know I said that your hair had a great nature and didn’t need to have any chemicals to get it like that… it doesn’t mean that it is well-taken care of.
« Thankfully, thanks to the product I put in your hair and the machine here, it should be looking good as new ! Don’t worry if it feels a bit weird at first, everyone gets surprised by it !”
As soon as you lie down in the machine, he activates it and goes out of the small room. You are left under the big… thing ? rectangle ? You can’t actually describe it much, it’s just weird. But it hums, and it feels quite warm… almost as if it was frying something. You don’t know, your head is just empty at the moment.
Suddenly, you feel your arms twitch. Then your torso. Then your core, and your legs, and the rest of you body. Thousands of small pricks invade your body as what was just a weird occurrence becomes something very uncomfortable. Your muscles are all twitching, all aching as if they were suffering from over-exertion. You don’t quite know why, and you would like to know why, but your head refuses to think of any answer, as it feels like it is absolutely frying inside the warmth of the machine.
You hear through all the noises of the machine the sound of tears, but don’t make much of it, as the rest of the sensations were invading you. Everything feels uncomfortable. You want to be out of this machine as fast as possible. But simply leaving the underside of the rectangle never occurres as a possibility in your embattled brain.
No, only bips from the machine, signaling it was turned off, broke your frying brain from utter nothingness.
You look around, seeing the tatters of your clothes on you. You think a little, when you realize that you should probably take them off. But then, the subsequent problem arose : how to cover your muscular body. Thankfully, when standing up, you see a collection of luxury boxers, fine jogging pants, a puka shells necklace and a black iPhone. You put them on, finding them to meet your standards, when suddenly, you see a mirror. Not the one in front of the barber chair, another.
Were you always blonde ? You can’t really remember, but… it’s the perfect position to take a selfie, isn’t it ? So you open the phone, enter your code, and move it up and down until you get the lighting perfect. Then, you take it.
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Perfection.
Its very definition.
You look so hot, everyone’s gonna fall to their knees.
And when you leave the private room, opting for a heavy gait to show off your ripped muscles better, you notice your mom, who looks half-proud, half-horrified at you. But you don’t really care for her, what you really care about is all the people staring at you, checking you out. Even Jonathan Nasukawa, that ikemen, hyper-hot guy who cut your hair, looks at you proudly.
And as you rock your few remaining braincells to find somewhere you can show off better, you can only find one appropriate place to go.
“Yo, ma.” You hail your mother, who is very shocked at how you suddenly speak to her. “I have to go to the club, so let me leave the car before coming home.”
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adoredawn · 5 months ago
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✧˖° — adventures in babysitting
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pairing: joe goldberg x fem! reader
type: imagine (1.6k+ words)
requested: no
summary: joe and love decide to get a babysitter for henry after dottie’s breakdown. who would’ve thought she'd spark joe's interest?
warning(s): one-sided pining (-ish). rushed plot / dialogue. no use of y/n.
note(s): not my gif. not my divider. this takes place during season 3! i’ve seen sooo little joe love on here, so i thought i’d write some! i haven’t written a full fledged fic in nearly 4 years, so please bear with me while i try to regain my skills. reblog & comment if you enjoyed it / want a part 2!
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“if you want to make some calls to any previous parents i’ve worked with, there are some cell numbers i can give you,” you said with a smile, looking between the husband and wife before you. you sat opposite them on a plush loveseat as they were side-by-side on their gray sofa adorned with decorative pillows.
“oh that doesn’t seem necessary, we’ve heard great things.” love grinned as she patted joe’s knee lovingly. “cary and sherry just could not recommend you enough!”
you giggled and shook your head, smoothening out your summer dress. “i did have my hands full with those twins, that week and a half was a wild one…”
there was an uncomfortable silence. the house was eerily quiet for a toddler to be living in it, though it was his nap time. your eyes drifted down to what trinkets littered their coffee table. coasters, a book on home décor, and toddler toy keys.
as you had walked in earlier, you noticed their home was eerily clean. a family portrait of the three was already hung in a hallway and other pictures were framed on bookshelves and end tables. their home was modern, yet vintage at the same time. it felt like a showroom, but one you could call home.
you could feel their eyes on you, studying you, as you gazed around their home.
joe cleared his throat and sat up straighter, love looked at him expectingly and you mimicked his movements, snapping out of your thoughts. “so… how soon can you start? how’s your schedule?”
you opened your mouth to answer, reaching beside you to grab your purse and look at the calendar on your phone, but a cry rang from upstairs.
love sighed, “sorry about that, i guess nap time’s over! i’ll go get him and we can introduce you.” she sprang up from her seat and made her way up the staircase, glancing back once to eye joe.
joe watched as his wife traveled up the stairs to soothe their toddler, and as he turned back to look at you, he caught your stare. you momentarily forgot what he had asked, flustered. “oh-uh, well i can start as soon as you need. i’m available all week really. i’m taking a break from school for a semester.”
joe seemed to perk up, and leaned forward, forearms resting on his thighs. “huh, what’re you studying?”
“education, with a focus on advanced literature in secondary education”
he licked his lips and you couldn’t help but watch. your hands balled into fists in your lap, crescent moons forming in your palms from your nails digging in.
“you enjoy reading?” his voice buzzed lowly with curiosity and you nodded softly.
“mhm, i plan on being a high school teacher or a professor once i graduate.” you paused, looking behind joe at the staircase, and wondering what was taking love so long. you shook your head slightly, focusing your attention back on joe, trying to remain cool. “do you read?”
“i do. i was a bookstore manager for some time.”
“really? that must’ve been fun-“
“here he is, say ‘hi’ henry!” love came down the stairs carrying henry on her hip. joe turned and watched them both come down, reaching for henry once love had sat beside him again.
you waved at little henry, and he barely paid you any mind, focusing on his mother and father. love turned him around to sit facing you, where you could see that his white pajama onesie was covered in blue moons and yellow stars.
“henry, say ‘hi,’ bubba!” love encouraged him, grabbing his arm to wave at you, causing you to smile and wave back. she looked up from him, to you, a serious look on her face. “do you want to hold him? he’s not very fussy around newer people.”
you hesitate, looking back and forth between love and joe, as if asking for permission, even though love has already granted it. meanwhile henry babbled, spitting drool over his onesie. “sure sure, i’ve got him,” you said confidently.
you stood and bent over the coffee table separating you from the couple, reaching for their toddler. as love passed him to you, henry giggled, flailing his legs and flapping his arms while he’s in the air, causing the three of you to also begin laughing.
you felt joe watching you as you held henry, and you tried your best not to return any glances, wanting to maintain your focus on henry.
you sat back on the loveseat, bouncing henry on your lap a few times. “hey, henry, how’re you doing, buddy? i’m gonna be your new babysitter.” you tell him your name, chanting it as you point at yourself a few times. he looks at you and smiles, grabbing at the bottom hem of your dress and tugging.
you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched as you had henry in your lap. of course you were being watched, you told yourself. joe and love just wanted to make sure they would be leaving henry with someone who knew what they were doing. and you very much did.
after a few minutes of holding henry, he began to stretch his arms out, pleading to go back to his parents. you held him back safely as he whined and yearned to reach the other side of the coffee table.
joe grunted an “i got ‘im,” before he walked over to you and picked henry up off of your lap, his hands brushing yours. you felt a pang in your heart as you touched, but squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to ignore it.
once joe got a hold of him, henry began to shriek. joe tried to calm him down, patting his back and rocking him side to side, but he didn’t let up. love quickly got up from her seat and took henry from joe, patting his back.
“it’s okay, forty, it’s okay, momma’s here…” love soothed him, and whispered “sorry!” she sat back on the couch, trying to calm him down.
joe ran a hand through his hair, frowned, and sighed. you watched him with a frown, and he caught your gaze, to which you stood and stuck out your hand. “it was really great to meet you you both.”
joe took your hand in his and shook, smiling softly at you. “it was nice meeting you, miss... i’ll walk you out.” you blushed lightly as he recalled your name and turned to love and squeezed her shoulder goodbye. she muttered a soft “bye” and you rubbed henry’s back and said bye to him as well.
joe kissed love on the cheek as she settled henry down and followed behind you. you reached for the doorknob, and joe followed suit, his fingers brushing against yours again. they lingered for a second, and you turned to look up at him as you retreated your hand.
he smiled gingerly as he grabbed hold of the knob and twisted the door open. you’re both greeted by the gorgeous california sun and birdsong and you take a step outside. you turned, expecting to say your final goodbyes, but joe followed you out.
“thank you, again, for coming out to see us and meet henry. i assume love already gave you our numbers?” he asked as he closed the door behind him. he leaned against the door frame with both hands in his pockets and quickly looked you up and down.
you nodded, “yeah, it was no problem. and she did. do you have mine?” you began pulling your phone out of your purse before joe spoke.
“yes, i can send you a text to make sure it’s the right one?”
before you could agree, joe pulled his phone out of his back pocket and began typing. soon enough, you heard a familiar ding! from inside your purse, and went to read the message:
Hello, you.
you smiled, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, “i’ve got it, thanks.” you turned away to leave before stopping abruptly. joe had already turned to leave as well, and faltered as you came back. “sorry, uh, i was just wondering when would i be starting?”
joe stuck his tongue in his cheek, in thought for a moment, and you took this time to fully drink him in. he had one hand in his pants pocket, the other rubbing his chin. his dark curls fell perfectly over his forehead, and you wanted to brush them away to get him to look deeply into your eyes. his gray sleeves hugged the curve of the muscles on his arms so right, that you nearly melted at the thought of being trapped in them.
you couldn’t be thinking like this, you scolded yourself. you'd never suddenly gotten this rush of feelings when meeting someone before. he’s happily married with a kid that you’ll be taking care of. get. it. together!
“how about monday? i’ll be home for a few hours, and i don’t think love would mind if i stay and show you henry’s schedule.”
you nodded eagerly, “absolutely, just let me know when to get here. thank you, again, for having me!” you waved goodbye as you trekked down their concrete walkway and to their white picket fence toward your car. you covered your eyes from the sun and once you made it to your car, you searched for and waved at joe from across the street.
joe waved to you and watched as you settled into your vehicle. he didn’t take his eyes off of you until your car had driven out of his sight, eager for the weekend to fly by and see you on monday.
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noellefan101 · 2 months ago
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Adopting Child!Reader
Characters: Wriothesley, Nilou, Childe, Candace, Itto x Gn Child!reader(meaning this is all purely platonic)
Summary: They adopt you and you're now their child, what do they learn you to do and what do they like doing with you
Warnings: platonic, modern au for the most part, implied char x char in some(you can ignore it if you dont like the ship, or see them as friends), sigewinne is your sibling in wrios, arataki gang being the arataki gang
Note: this is one of those fics that i keep looking for but cant find, so i wrote it myself. i really like reading from a child's perspective but whenever i see a fic were a char has a child and its x reader, its always the reader being the mother which i hate. anyway, have fun reading, luv you.
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Wriothesley
Sigewinne is his child, sorry, you cant tell me otherwise(especially when its modern au), so you and her would definitely play together. have a tea party, dress Wrio up in cute ribbons and stuff, kill all your dolls together after one cheated on the other. yk, normal kid things.
Wriothesley caries your bags whenever you need to get home from school, he hangs them over his shoulder while you both walk beside him.
If Sigewinne is a little older than you, instead of being the same age, she would try her best to help you learn stuff you maybe dont even have in school yet, but she just needed to help you with it anyway. she just wants you to be ready for it, and learns it better in the process as well.
He would invite his Boyfriend over for dinner once, and you thought Neuvillette's hair was pretty, though you were a little scared of the man. it turned out to be fine after a few other times of meeting him, and you warmed up to him quite quickly.
I dont imagine he's the best cook, but would definitely learn how to make something if you were sad and really wanted a specific dish. Will also make tea for you both a lot, making sure its just how you like it.
Nilou
I love the idea of Nilou, the sweetheart of sumeru, adopting a child and taking care of it. like yeah, she totally would.
And if you showed any interest in dancing whatsoever, she would teach you some small easy steps. and show you a few of her dances made for shows, if you thought it was too hard. she has her own dancing room(?) at home, and she would happily practice a little with you in the room so you can watch.
She's very supportive of whatever you're interested in, but you will learn to respect everyone no matter what, she cant have you becoming like one of those scholars who want all the creative arts gone. But she would still support you in becoming a scholar if that is what you wanted to do anyway, just making sure you're a nice one instead of those other beings.
Loves to bake with you, and really wants to show you all the best recipes so you can make them on your own once your old enough. but of course she bakes the best cakes on your birthday, and it's decorated with something you like or her and you dancing via a messy drawing using buttercream.
Would make jewelry with you, and then wear some at one of her shows. So the people would see all her professionally made bracelets, and then this very vibrant and childish one shining trough.
She loves matching outfits with you, so she will try her very best to find a shirt in your size that matches one of her dresses, it would be very cute but she respects it if you dont really like it at times.
Childe
He seriously just wants to protect you, and probably ended up saving you before taking you in and caring for you when he learned of your reason for being out there all alone. (picture dark alleyway with cold snow and a few adults with weapons trying to get money out of you or smt)
Doesnt really like the idea of you knowing about his job, but he can't hide it from you the same way he hides it from his siblings, so you ended up knowing pretty quickly. But he assures you he won't let anything hurt you, not even himself.
He would have his parents take care of you when he had to go out for a mission, but you would have to promise to not mention what he was doing or he would just have to hire a caretaker next time.
But it was fun playing with his siblings, and the food was great. Plus it was way nicer to be able to play with other children at home, and not have to go out for it. Teucer also had really cool toys, so you and him play together a lot when you come over.
Doesn't let you near any of his weapons, and doesn't wan tyou near any weapon until your at least 13. He can't have you experience the same things as him, no matter how much he likes fighting, he doesnt want you to grow up like he did. So he won't teach you anything of that sorts, only when he thinks it a reasonable time for someone to learn that.
Cooks all your meals for the most part, and learns you how to cook as well, he can also have you help him cut the easy things like a cucumber. Plus you've been sent to school with what to a child looks like a three-course meal from a five-star restaurant. is also really good at getting you to eat your vegetables.
Candace
She's very good with children, but never expected to take in a child herself. She has both no idea what she's doing and knows everything about what she should do, so its a process for the both of you.
She is very loving and knows to let you warm up to her first, but she gets carried away at times and can end up hugging you a little to much for your comfort. But she makes sure to give you lots of your favorite sweets in return.
Loves dressing you up, and would pick your outfits for your when you had school, but of course you picked an item first and then she jsut picked out the rest. For example; you would pick out a cute shirt with a little red car on it, and she would find some matching socks and nice pair of pants or smt, give you a nice red hat if it was needed.
Goes shopping with Dehya often, so she would sometimes take you with her and will explain everything she's getting, and how to use this makeup and what not.
Dehya also comes over quite a lot, and they both do your makeup if you wanted, or let you decorate them in glitters and stickers if you pleased. You now have a special bag with all your little brushes, eyeshadows and all that stuff at home, just so you dont accidentally ruin theirs. (she would not let you put makeup on too much, only once or twice a week. but then there is also something to look forward too)
Itto
Is very chaotic and should not be taking care of a child, also because he gets in trouble so much. But he can't just leave you out there all alone, no one else wanted you clearly, but they are the perfect solution to that. (they are all basically unwanted as well, so you were just like them in a sense)
But Kuki is more of the parent than he is at times, but thats ok, she's basically the parent to all of them at this point.
Anyway, he loves beetle-fighting, so of course you are gonna learn too. He has spent hours with you outside, finding beetles and teaching you the perfect ways to win over anyone. it's only when Shinobu comes and tells you that its bed time for you that you stop for the day, but you have tomorrow to have fun as well.
It's hard to adapt to being with the Arataki gang, but it is better than being alone, so you can have your own little place to be alone in for a little bit, in a corner of whatever they're staying in(an old house that is really cheap i presume, or a really cheap apartment. maybe granny's place or smt).
Taking care of you honestly got the whole gang to stop their antics just a little, and they don't end up in prison for stupid things as much. Kuki is especially thankful for that, but is still concerned for the gang. They teached you how to depend on others, while you essentially teach them to be more careful of what they do, win-win.
You might have cried the first time they ended up in prison while you were there, Shinobu has now taught you how to bail someone out of jail. You will need this in the future.
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thishasbeencary · 11 months ago
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Taako! From TV!
(I finished Taako for Galaxycon! 💖🎉🌂 and shoutout to Quill @sin-de-quill for being my Handsomest Kravitz 🥰😘👻)
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enbysiriusblack · 8 days ago
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said a while back about walking past real life prongsfoot. well now i've also walked past a real life wolfstar
so i'm just leaving me lecture when i end up walking behind these two guys. one is dressed in a leather jacket, black jeans, black docs, shoulder length black hair. the other in beige corduroy trousers, brown jumper, white converse, brown hair, and carying a brown sachel.
they're sharing a fag and holding hands whilst seemingly having a conversation about tolstoy
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voxmortuus · 1 year ago
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I have a very specific DARKFIC request for you with a pretty serious trigger warning.
Tangerine and non-con with a virgin fem reader. Eventually the reader starts to enjoy it as the scene caries out. Bonus points for pet name use and a splash of breeding kink.
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✧*̥˚ PAIRING: *̥˚✧ Dark!Tangerine x F!Reader ✧*̥˚ UNIVERSE: *̥˚✧ Bullet Train ✧*̥˚ WORD COUNT: *̥˚✧ 2.6k ✧*̥˚ TRIGGER WARNINGS: *̥˚✧Dead Dove Do Not Eat | Virgin Reader | Rough Intercourse | Hitting | Spitting | Choking | Hair Pulling | Bleeding | Degradation | slamming readers into bathroom wall | Pressing readers head against the wall | Taking it from behind | NON-CONSENSUAL UNPROTECTED INTERCOURSE | Eventual consent with reader enjoying the scene | Mention of Cock warming | Eager to please Reader | Pet name | Breeding Kink | Cream Pie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ✧*̥˚ DISCLAIMER: *̥˚✧ DO NOT ROMANTICISE OR GLAMORIZE SERIAL KILLERS OR RAPE! I do not condone these actions, nor do I support them! This was written upon request. Do NOT send me hate mail, you will be blocked, do not post on this with any sort of negativity you will be blocked. If you don’t like it don’t read it it’s that simple!!! If you ever encounter this in real life please contact the Sexual Assault Telephone Hotline. Please understand this is a fanfiction, think of it like Hollywood. Also, I’m sorry if this is horrible….. ✧*̥˚ NOTES: *̥˚✧ I hope this finds you well, I hope this hits all the right notes with you. ✧*̥˚ IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: *̥˚✧ @nyxvuxoa ✧*̥˚ My Master Masterlist | Aaron Taylor-Johnson Masterlist *̥˚✧
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It's like his nose was a hound dog for that virgin blood. Watching you sit there on the train in an empty car you were reading your most current favorite book The Terminal List by Jack Carr, with your earbuds in listening to the latest song you were hooked on by Ice Nine Kills. You were minding your own business when this man dressed sharply sits across from you. Looking up you give him a polite smile and went back to your book.
After a brief observation of the man sitting across from you, you noticed he had blood on his shirt, but you didn't think much of it. Sure alarming, but it was what it was, especially these days. Licking your lips, you turn the page. You feel these eyes on you. You glance up and sure enough, he's looking at you like you were some delicious snack. You give a slightly tense smile and look back down at your book.
You start to feel uncomfortable; your heart is racing; your mind is focused less on the book and music and more on this strange man sitting across from you staring you down. You lick your lips once more before you gather your small backpack and excuse yourself. You feel him watching you, but you don't look back, you just keep going.
Upon excusing yourself, you head toward the bathroom. Closing yourself in there you try and calm your nerves. You look over yourself in the mirror and shake yourself a bit and let out a slow breath. You plan to go back out after a few more moments and move to a different car.
After fixing your makeup, you finally get your nerves calm enough to return to the car. Opening the bathroom door, you walk right into his chest, and you stumble a moment.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." You say softly.
He didn't say anything. He gripped your throat and moved you back into the bathroom closing the door and locking it.
"Excuse me... no. Let me out." You state firmly.
"Babydoll, you need to be relax and be polite." He smirks.
"You need to fuck off... no." You state trying to push past him.
He pushed you back against the wall and shook his head and licked at his lips. "I don't think so Babydoll."
"I'm not you're Babydoll, and you need to back off." You state firmly, but it appears he's not listening.
You try and push him off you but his strength wasn't letting that happen. His hand starts to roam your body.
"What the fuck! Stop it!" you snap.
"You need to shut up." He states as he slams you against the wall.
Turning you around he reaches around and slips his hand under your shirt groping you. He lets out a soft groan against your neck. You begin to panic and pushing back but he keeps you in place with his forearm.
"Stop... please stop." You plead.
He hears you, but he doesn't listen, and he moves from your chest to slipping his hand into your leggings and realizes you're not wearing any panties and he smirks.
"Such an easy little slut you are huh?" He muses.
"Please don't do this." you beg. Your eyes well with tears. Closing your eyes tears drop.
"Oh come on now Babydoll, I love when they cry..." He purrs into your ear as he starts to massage your bud.
You begin to panic, your heart pounding in your chest, your mind running miles a minute. You try and choke back tears, but you feel like you can't breathe, and you try and fight him off but he's just keeping you there.
Closing your eyes you let out a soft breath and you attempt to push yourself away again, trying to escape from it all, your mind races, your heart pounds, your eyes crying.
"Please, please don't do this. I'm begging you. I'll give you whatever you want, but please stop." You plead.
"Oh Babydoll, you're going to give me exactly what I want." He smirked as he pressed himself against you.
Was he hard? Oh geez... oh no, yes, yes he was and then you knew your fate. He slips your leggings down as he presses your head against the wall. Your breathing quickens. You had no idea what to expect, you were saving yourself for the right person, the right moment, and here he was getting ready to rob you of that, to take it all away from you.
Thoughts ran through your head. Why you? Why now? Why this? What did you do to deserve this? Why won't he listen? All these on repeat, and it wouldn't stop. Why won't he stop? Why is he doing this?!
Trying to find your words to plead you turn around to try and push him but he is quick to slap you across the face and it causes your lip to bleed. You whimper a moment, and you try and fight back but he again, slams you against the bathroom wall. With a hand around your throat he spins you back around and slams you against the wall again.
"God damn it Babydoll, be a good girl." He snarls into your ear.
Moving from your neck to your hair he grips a hand full of your hair and moves you so he can position himself, but you fight. He snarls again before he says fuck it, and shoves his hard cock between your virgin lips and rips your innocence from you in one swift thrust.
You scream, in pain, the snapping, the hot pinch of pain, the searing hot rush hits you and you take in a jagged breath.
"No... no no no! Stop! PLEASE!" you plead but there is no stopping.
You try and fight him, but with him pinning you against the wall you can't escape him. His thrusts become quick, they become hard, and they hurt. His growling his snarling, his grunts and groans fill the bathroom and all you want is to be let go, return to your seat, read your book, listen to your music, that of which was now on the floor from the fighting. Your ear buds letting the music escape from them freely while you're being held hostage against this bathroom wall.
You begin to cry, hard, but this only seems to fuel him even more. Why was this happening right now. You begin to breathe heavily in panic. Your chest moving rapidly with each thrust, it wasn't out of enjoyment, it was out of panic, and anger, and aggression. He tilts your head back and your mouth opens only for him to spit in your mouth. You growl and spit back but he slams your head against the bathroom wall as his thrusts become harder.
You try and find your happy spot, but it wasn't working, everything was becoming too much. You couldn't get your mind to focus. So you focus on what's around you. The buttons for the toilet, the scent of the bathroom, the scent of him, the scent of blood... wait, blood? Oh, yeah... blood... that happens in moments like this. And then you feel angry again. This hot rush of anger hits you and you start to fight again.
"LET ME GO!" You start to fight again. Trying to push him away. But with the angle he's got you at makes it difficult.
"Babydoll, shut up." He growls. "You can fight all you want, you're giving me nothing but a harder cock." He smirks.
You growl and try and fight but that wasn't happening. His thrusts were hard, rigid, painful, your hips felt like they couldn't withstand the thrusts. You take in a jagged breath, you clench your jaw and you try and jerk your head with his hand in your hair and he only slams your head against the wall again.
You feel this daze hit you, one too many slams against the wall, you feel this tingling in your nose as he starts to thrust a little slower. Was he taking his time? You close your eyes trying to find that happy place, but all you can feel and see and focus on was his face, and how he felt stretching your virgin cunt. You clench your jaw breathing out of your nose.
You didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to feel this, you wanted this bubbling feeling to go away. You clenched your jaw and attempted to think of something else. The harder he thrust, the slower he took, the more your mind focused on the way it felt, how his cock felt slipping in and out just enough to tease the length. You actually felt yourself getting wet and you clench your walls around him. Not out of pleasure, but out of hopes of stopping yourself of getting wet, you didn't like it, you didn't want it.
You wanted to save it... but there was no saving anything. You hated him, you were angry with him, you hated him, you wanted to kill him... to rip his heart out and eat it with a side of french fries. You sniffle as you try and regain yourself and pushing back against him he shoves you forward again, his thrusts deep, slow, almost teasingly slow. What was he doing? Oh no, no he knew what he was doing. He wanted you to cave, but you weren't going to. You didn't want to.
This wasn't a game, this was a fight, and you wanted him to stop, taking all the stops but you weren't able to move, you felt this sense of defeat, accepting what it was. You just stood there, as he used you.
"That's it Babydoll... acceptance. You're tight little cunt feels so good... that tight little cunt belongs to me now. It's now molded for my cock. I'll be keeping you close Babydoll, use you whenever I want." He purred against your ear with a slight snarl.
You had no words, but why were they doing something to you, why were they making you feel conflicted. Why were you liking this? Your breathing picked up. You bite your lip a little harder.
"I'm going to breed you, fill you every day. Use you like the little slut fleshlight you are." He mused.
Okay now that did something. You whimper softly. Biting your lip, your hips spread a bit as you arch back a bit taking in more of him. He doesn't say anything in this moment, you just take his cock, focusing back on the feel of it, focusing on the way it fit inside you just right. Focusing on how it made you feel, you feel yourself loosen up around him, feeling yourself getting wetter.
"You...you... want to breed me?" You ask with an almost timid voice.
"I'm going to breed the fuck out of you Babydoll. You like that?" He asked.
You think a moment and nod. "Are you going to fill me up?" You ask.
He laughs with a slight groan. "Whenever I want." He purrs against your ear again.
You focus on the things around you, and you realize the title of the next song. Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams. You bite your lip and you let out a soft whimper, feeling how long he was, how wide he was, how he stretched you, you think about his words, how he wanted to use you, how he breathed, how he wanted to breed you. Your breathing picks up a little more.
It went from you hating this moment, to you starting to enjoy this moment.
"I want you to use me... to breed me... to fill me up..." You admit.
The thought of it, dripping his seed from your cunt was something that actually really turned you on. Biting your bloodied bruised lip you let out a soft moan as you spread your legs a little more letting him slip deeper and you press your ass toward him letting him take even more.
"That's it Babydoll, take more of my cock." He growled as he started to thrust upward into you.
You gaps feeling him slip fulling into you, feeling him hit right to the base of his shaft.
"You're so big... you feel.... you feel..." you don't want to say it.
"I feel what Babydoll?" He asked.
"You feel good... I like how you fill up my virgin pussy." You state. Where was this smut coming from? Where was this seeping from? Must have been all the fanfiction you were reading before coming on this train. "Please... fuck me a little slower... I want to feel all of you." You plead.
He blinked a few times and smirked. "My pleasure Babydoll." He mused.
Slowing his thrusts, you think a moment and you reach down to slip your pants off your leg.
"I want to face you.... please... I want you to face me and fuck me." You plead.
He smirks and pulls from you. This moment you could run, but you slip the pantleg off and place your hands on his shoulders and he lifts you and presses you against the wall, noticing the bruising on the side of your face, the blood from your lip, he leans forward and licks at your chin and sucks on your lip as he slips his cock back inside your slightly bleeding wet drippy cunt.
You let out a soft moan against his lips as you wrap your legs around his waist and feel him thrust deeper within your walls. They begin to message him.
You rest your head against the wall behind you. Your hands move from his shoulders to play at the hairline at his neck. As he bounces you against his cock your bud is rubbing against him and the sensation is overwhelming. You let out a loud moan. Feeling yourself getting wetter you close your eyes as they roll back. You whimper and moan rather loudly.
"That's it Babydoll, enjoy yourself." He smirks.
"Oh fuck... oh fuck... breed me... fuckin hell breed me. Pump me full." You moan loudly.
He looks over you and tilts his head and smirks as he picks up his pace, thrusting faster, harder, deeper. You feel yourself getting close. You clench your jaw as you drop your head against his shoulder. Your breathing quickens, he begins to pick up his pace a little more, his breathing, his moans quicken as he pumps into you.
"FUCK!" you scream as your body begins to shake.
Never experiencing pleasure like this, you were going to quickly get addicted. He slams you down on his cock.
"Fill me! FILL MY CUNT! BREED ME!" you scream.
He chuckles. "An eager Babydoll you are... I'm going to enjoy filling you up everyday." he smirked as he gave a few more slams and lets out a heavy groan.
Your body shook as you just let everything go. Your whole body just releases and takes his hot ribbons of breeding seed. You scream with a finish as he continues to pump his load into you.
You grip at his hair a moment, your breathing erratic, your mind calm and quiet, your body tingling, sore, and euphoric. Everything felt good and sore at the same time.
"Fuck..." You pant. You look over him. "Do you have a name?" You ask him.
"Sir works just fine, Babydoll." He smirks.
You tilt your head and smirk. "Does this mean I'm all yours now?" You ask.
He looks at you and smirks. "With a mouth like that, damn fuckin straight it does Babydoll." He states with confidence.
"Can we do this again soon?" You ask.
"Are you going to fight me next time?" he asked.
"No... but maybe I can make you hard and I can sit on it while we wait for the next stop?" You ask.
"Cock warming may be a little too advanced for you." he smirked.
"And this wasn't? I'll warm your cock, and you can fill me up again." You smirk.
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think-like-a-poet · 3 months ago
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Could I please get Yuck by Charli XCX with George Russel?
This is written in like 100 takes in every spare minute i have between sightseeing. grammar mistakes are highly posible.
Yuck/George Russel
~Yuck, now you got me blushin'
Cheeks so red when the blood starts rushing~
You and George had been talking for some time. You met when you visited the silverstone grand prix. Even though his race didn't went as planned, meeting you fixed it. He asked for you number and had been texting you none stop.
It felt weird, to have someone ask about everything. The constant noise of a notification trew you of guard.
The race weekend were long, and as he didn't text you as much you found out how much you liked those notifications.
Right now George finally had soon time of and asked tou out on a date. As you walk inside the restaurant you see george waiting for you. As soom As his eyes find you he stand up to walk towards you. He was dressed in an expensive looking suit. It did suit him perfectly.
" Hi, let me help you with your coat." He offered and you gave the coat to him. You straighten your dress as he gives it to the garderobe. " You look beautiful." You compliments and a sly blush appeared on your face. You take his hand and together you walk towards the table. " You don't look to bad yourself."
George holds out a chair for you to sit on and walk over to the other side. The table was lit by a small candlelight in the middle, rose pedels around it. It was very romantic and you couldn't help but feel a bit a butterflies in your stomach. You disliked the feeling of being in love. The feeling of your blood rushing to your cheeks by every little thing he does. Why does it feel this way.
" How are you. Did anything special happen?" George asked after he ordered some expensive sounding wines from the waiter.
You think a bit before answering," i just got a promotion, so that is nice. Always wanted it. One step closer to my dream." You smile while explaining and George listens with intressed.
As dinner was ready, you walked outside of the restaurant, George carying your coat. He opens up the door to his mercedes for you to get. The drive was filled with some light conversation as you sat in comfortable silence for the rest of it, a soft music playing trough the radio.
The car comes to a stop in front of your home. George gets out to open the door for you and you thank him. Together you walk towards the door, his hand hanging lose on your back. As you stand underneed the light of the starts he turn to look at you. He brush you hair to the side a blush forming on your face by the touch of his fingers " You are very pretty."
You swallow, not knowing what to do or say as he takes a step back again. " I wish we could do this again. I really enjoyed it"
" me too," you replied. A bright smile formed on his face by your answer.
" great." You takes your hand and places a kiss on it." Then i see you soon, darling" as he walks away you hide your face by turning around. That god damn blood rush. The way as his cars drives away and walk inside your home.
The next morning when you wake up, you were greeted by flowers on your doorstep. 'They are just as beautiful as you, x George Russel.' You look around before picking them up and setting them in a face.
Maybe being in love wasn't so bad at all.
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volturissideslut · 1 year ago
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𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖘
Sometimes it's nice to just be looked after, so heres Marcus being a casual dom
Casual dom Marcus who handfeeds you strawberries while you talk. He just worries if his darling has enough nutrients or not.
Casual dom Marcus who brushes your hair for you before you go to bed. It's become a ritual at this point where he asks you to tell him about your day.
Casual dom Marcus who insists you sit on his throne and stands himself
Casual dom Marcus who helps with your studies. He's been here for 3000 years give or take, and he knows a lot to help you
Casual dom Marcus that takes you outside on nights when you're sad or overthinking. He will point to every star there is and tell you it's history, the stories assigned to it. He'll do it over and over again until you need better
Casual dom Marcus who loves to be of assistance. Let him zip up your dress. He wants to put your earings in for you. He would get down on one knee anytime and anywhere to tie your laces or tighten the strap on your heels
Casual dom Marcus who never let's you cary anything. Be it a box or a handbag, he wants you to hand it over to him
Casual dom Marcus who kisses the crown of your head in passing or when he's busy. He loves you, so please be patient and hell be there in a moment.
Casual dom Marcus who adds you to the family painting of the volturi elite after you so much as glance at it for the first time
Casual dom Marcus who is in heaven when your head is laid on him, and though vampires can't sleep he's at peace so much so that his eyes close for a while
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