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“Shut Up and Dance”
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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.
But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.
None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?
And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.
Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.
A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.
#dragon#dragons#sorry sis <3#laura drabbles#fantasy#this was accidentally inspired by the moviestruck podcast
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Ideas to Show Secret Pining
"Why don't you join me?"
"I'll give you a ride, don't worry."
*does something they don't like* "What? I like it."
*immense staring at every chance they get*
*thinking of their crush while listening to songs*
"You said you liked it so I brought it for you."
*finds ways to spend more time with them*
*friendly bullying intensifies*
"I'm looking forward to seeing you there."
"Are you gonna be there?"
"How about we sneak off, just you and me?"
"Why don't I cook for them? What's their favourite dish again?"
*aggressive google searches about how to propose to your crush*
"I'll join those dance lessons, maybe then she'll notice me."
*hopeless around them*
*failed flirting attempts*
*increased compliments*
"My problem is that I like them a little too much for my sanity."
*gets jealous* "So, are you seeing them or something?"
"Are you okay?" // "Completely okay!" (definitely not okay)
*tries to sabotage their crush's date*
*gets into trouble so they can be scolded by their crush*
"I want you to come with me, please?"
-ashlee
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what will your character do..
(reblog and brainstorm, lovelies! u can also write drabbles with theseee )
if they're met face to face with their plot, with no warning?
if they're stressed?
if they're happy? who will they want to share it with?
if they're sad? will they go to anyone for comfort? if yes, who?
if they're forced into a life of death situation?
if they're being threatened?
if they're kissed by their ex?
if they're confessed to by someone who they had no clue liked them? (given, they're single or not)
if their lover betrays them?
if they're coughing up blood out of the blue?
if there's a strange presence in the room, and it feels ominous?
if they discovered a dead body?
^ if the dead body is their best friend? (great question to start and develop a plot)
if their enemy is at their doorstep, bruised and injured?
if they had to share a bed with someone they don't particularly hate? ahem
if they had to be fed by someone they didn't like/their crush?
if their partner-to-be? enemy? pulls them into a secluded and shushes them? (their bodies pressing and all that!!)
when asked to choose between their family and their lover? (given the circumstances of ur story)
when kissed on their head by their enemy after a near death experience?
if they're dancing with a stranger, and the stranger says 'stop dancing, sweetheart and you'll hunted. do u wanna die?' ?
if they find out the food that served to them has glass dust on it? (who is it served by?)
when being pulled into a hug when they most need it by someone they least expect?
when they have to hold someone they loved at a gun point? why would it even occur?
when they have to choose between their own life and their lover's?
when they've to give up something (of great importance to the character) to save their lover?
#writer prompts#otp prompts#dialogue prompts#romance writing#urfriendlywriter#imagine your otp#writeblr#writing prompts#writing inspiration#romance prompts writing#how to write#how to write a character#character tropes#build a character#writing characters#character traits#character sheet#writing prompt#writing#writing list#romance prompts#bookblr#writing advice#writing inspo#writing help#otp drabble prompts#otp writing#otp meme#otp things#otp ideas
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Yandere Greek Champion x Priestess Reader - NonCon
He was chosen by the Gods to slaughter, to strike down all who stand against him. Your city has fallen at last and he has come to claim his prize.
Yandere! Champion with his bronze armour and his scars, sunlight reflecting off him in battle likes he's Ares himself.
Yandere! Champion who cares for nothing but his own glory. He'll step over the bodies of his own men if it meant victory.
Yandere! Champion who's chosen as the head of the delegation sent to your city. The offer is simple - swear fealty to the Greeks, open the city gates and hand over your Champion to be executed.
Yandere! Champion who rides right up to the city walls, even when his fellow warriors stay far out of arrow range. Does he not care for his own life, you wonder, or does he simply think himself immortal?
Yandere! Champion who barely even tries to be diplomatic. Who seems to think war is a foregone conclusion.
When your prince refuses him, Yandere! Champion looks up at the royalty and clergy on the wall above him - the greatest and most powerful of the city - and he spits.
"I will take this city and crush your walls under my heels."
Yandere! Champion who catches your eye and holds it. You, just a minor Priestess of Athena, have somehow attracted his attention.
Yandere! Champion who smiles a slow, terrible smile and you wonder what God whispered carnage in his cradle.
Yandere! Champion who blows you a mocking kiss, even though your robes show your dedication to the virgin goddess.
Yandere! Champion who is true to his promise. His soldiers throw themselves at your gates until the bodies on both sides are piled higher than your head.
Yandere! Champion who cuts down your prince in battle. Who beheads him with one clean sweep and as you watch it happen, you realise he is no mere mortal.
He truly is the God of War's Champion.
Yandere! Champion who doesn't even cheer when the city falls to him. Who simply steps over the shattered gates and heads toward the temple of Athena, his xiphos dripping blood behind him.
Yandere! Champion who finds you just as you're about to run. You're the last to leave the temple. Your love for your goddess outweighed your fear but the clash of swords and plumes of smoke finally broke you.
You're on the broad stairs that lead to the temple when you see him, standing at the bottom and looking up at you. His cloak and the crest on his helmet are a deep scarlet and he looks like a spill of blood on the marble stairs.
Yandere! Champion who takes a step forward for each one you take back. Your hands are trembling and he notices it, relishes it.
Yandere! Champion who smiles at you again. His helmet covers most of his face so all you can see is gleaming bronze and bloodstained teeth.
"Little virgin priestess. Your goddess has abandoned you."
Yandere! Champion who finally reaches the top of the stairs and now that you're on even ground, you realise how he towers over you.
Yandere! Champion whose strides are much longer than yours and he gets closer with each halting step you take away.
"Why else would your city fall? You have been forsaken."
His blade twitches in his hand and it makes you jump. His eyes are on you - a colour so deep they look black. Hungry enough to devour you, devour the city, swallow the whole damn world.
For the first time, you feel afraid in your Goddess's temple.
Yandere! Champion who finally stops. His sword is still streaked with blood and it shines an awful red. His eyes dip from your face to your chest to your thighs. And nothing in his gaze seems noble or honourable at all.
"Run, priestess. Run to your Goddess and maybe she can save you."
You run.
You run through the temple, marble pillars blurring in your vision. The altar, the statues.... Surely no harm can come to you in the temple of Athena? Surely the War Goddess can protect one of her own?
Yandere! Champion who catches you at the base of her statue. Who grabs your hair and forces you to the ground.
Yandere! Champion who digs his knee into your back, one hand in your hair and the other gripping his sword. He's going to kill you, you think. Slit your throat and spill your blood on holy ground.
But he doesn't kill you. No, what he does is far worse.
Yandere! Champion who casts his sword aside and presses himself against your back, his weight trapping you under him.
Yandere! Champion who drags your chiton up your thighs, his breath growing ragged with want. Fingers digging into your flesh like he wants to sink hooks into you.
Yandere! Champion who was promised a prize.
Yandere! Champion who has levelled cities in the name of his God. Who's burnt temples to the ground. Who has forsaken his humanity for glory.
Yandere! Champion who was promised a prize and who demanded Athena's most beautiful priestess.
Yandere! Champion who trails kisses across your jaw and neck and shoulders. Whose lips leave blood behind.
Yandere! Champion who doesn't care to prepare you. Who lines his cock up with your cunt and sheaths himself inside you with one brutal thrust.
Yandere! Champion who pulls your hair so hard you arch your back. Whose weight on you makes his breastplate dig into your shoulder blades. Whose grunts echo in your ears.
Yandere! Champion who thrusts and thrusts and mercilessly keeps going.
Yandere! Champion who fucks you in the temple of the Virgin Goddess. Who desecrates Athena's temple and priestess both. And yet the candles keep burning, the fountains still flow clear.
The pain burns through your stomach like fire. And still you reach for her, for your Goddess.
Yandere! Champion who grabs your outstretched hand and forces it to the floor, who intertwines his fingers with yours in a terrible parody of intimacy.
You plead with her, your voice rough with panic and grief. But the statue's eyes are nothing more than sculpted marble.
Yandere! Champion who finally has his prize, after years of carnage and searching. And who will never let you go.
Yandere! Champion who cums inside of you, his voice rasping in your ear.
"Your goddess has abandoned you, little priestess. And I am all that remains."
And in the awful silence of the temple, with a killer's hands on your skin, you realise what it means to hate the Gods.
#Poseidon and Medusa inspired#Brisies and Achilles inspired#Yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere drabbles#X reader#Reader insert#Yandere oc#Yandere achilles
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thinking about older bf!simon that takes great pride in being your built in pain relief.
“you right?”
delicate as always, gruff voice cutting through the peaceful lull as he stands right in the way of the television you were only really listening to.
“just a headache”
“you taken anything for it?”
you slowly open one eye as far as you can manage, confirming that the look on his face is endearing and he’s not purposefully asking stupid fucking questions.
he’s only man after all.
“i’ll give y’one if y’like?”
before you even have a chance to ask him what “one” might be in this scenario, he’s already nudging you up the couch to sit beside you.
he doesn’t give you the chance to ask any questions, really- not when he’s tucking your back into his side and slipping a large hand down your front.
long fingers slide your shorts to the side and immediately get to work, other hand holding your thighs open (more for his line of sight than anything).
“simon- you don’t have-”
“none a’that, rest y’head and i’ll take care a’ya”
#is this inspired by the fact i get chronic headaches? and cannot take pain killers? maybe!#is it also inspired by the fact my bf always tells me to head up to bed and he’ll come ‘give me one’ or something? maybe!#anyway!#older bf!simon#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley drabble#simon ghost riley drabble#simon riley blurb#simon ghost riley blurb
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könig was a gentleman, no doubt about it. he’d open your jars without hesitation, offer you his jacket the moment you shivered, and god forbid you try to open a door—he’d sooner throw himself in front of a moving car than let you lift a finger. polite, chivalrous, and protective to the point of obsession.
könig was a gentleman.
but in bed, that facade shattered. in bed, könig was all man—fierce, raw, and possessive.
“mine,” he growled low in your ear, the word vibrating through you like a command. his voice dripped with ownership, each syllable leaving no room for argument. he wasn’t just saying it; he was declaring it, as if by the act alone, he had carved his name into your very soul.
and you would have denied it—if it weren’t true. no one else would ever fit where he’d been. no one else would ever reach where he’s been. not after him. you knew it, and he knew it. there was no going back now. you’re ruined for anyone else. so, as far as you were concerned, he better be planning to stay—because no one but könig could ever fill the void he left behind.
his cock twitched in response, like it was already considering going again, jerking slightly as you clenched around him. a warm trickle of his seed slipped from you, and the sight seemed to set him off all over again.
he grabbed your chin, rough and unrelenting, turning your face to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark and heavy with desire, an unquenchable hunger simmering beneath the surface.
“tell me it’s mine, maus,” he snarled, his voice sharp and desperate, like the words themselves could tether you to him forever.
and you knew—knew there was only one answer you could give, one that would satisfy the man hovering over you, his body tense with need and ownership.
“it’s yours,” you whispered breathlessly. “it’s always been yours.”
his lips curled into a satisfied, feral grin as if your words were the final piece to a puzzle he had already solved. there was no gentleness left in him now—only a man who knew he had claimed what was his.
#inspired by anthony bridgerton#call of duty fanfiction#konig x reader#konig cod#konig call of duty#konig smut#smut#konig drabbles#konig headcanons#konig blurbs#konig#konig x you#konig mw2#cod smut
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Yandere! Husband who thinks of you every single moment of the day, spoils you rotten, makes sure you feel loved 24/7 with letters, gifts and his presence. Being married to you is a privilege and he makes sure he shows you that.
Who does the little things like making sure you never open any doors by yourself. “What the fuck do you think that ring of yours means? Get your hand off that handle!” proceeds to climb over the car to open the car door for you
who randomly squeezes your hands with a vulnerability you almost never see from him. muttering things such as, “i can’t even remember life before I met you.” or “i love you so much. leave me one day if you must, but know that i’ll never be the same without you.”
yandere! husband who always makes sure you take care of yourself, personally appointing days where you have to go the salon to get your hair or nails done. yandere! husband who always has a fun new date idea to keep things fresh in the relationship. yandere! husband who studies your body for hours on end so you’ll never have to look for satisfaction elsewhere.
so that you’ll never question why he’s changed so much. because he was never the man you married in the first place.
#inspired by tiktok lol#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere imagine#yandere fic#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#yandere core#yandere husband#yanderecore#yandere monster#yandere terato#terato#teratophillia#yandere male#male yandere#yandere drabble#yandere headcannons#yandere hcs#tsundere yandere#male yanderes
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gojo satoru has you all covered. they were not joking when they said that this man would serve and protect because not a single thing touches you, ever. and gojo satoru is proud of that, that's what he's good at: being your personal shield.
and yet, even if he were to extend his infinity to you at every hour of the day, the one thing gojo satoru could not protect you from is getting sick.
then and there, the strongest one forgets how to act. this was not something he could fight off, something he could exorcise. no. but he felt helpless watching you squirm and curl up into a ball, sneezing and coughing on your bed.
he'd do everything in his power to take care of you, of course. but it was fidgety, at best. he never got sick growing up; he wasn't aware of the procedures of this all. so... he googled.
what else was he meant to do? you refused to eat, you were coughing up something, you were shivering, your temperature extremely high, and more things he truly did not want to think that you were going through. still, it was those same things that found their way to the google search bar as gojo satoru looked desperately for anything that could make your shivering figure feel better.
comfort was the last thing he got from his trip to the internet, however. the text on his screen informed him of the demise you'd supposedly face at this rate. you were gonna get worse and he was gonna lose the light of his life... is how he understood the search result.
after spending the whole afternoon napping, you finally stir awake feeling a cool towel on your head and something dripping on your hand. you blink the sleep away for a few more moments, eyes finally focusing on the sniffling figure holding your hand.
"toru, what's going on?" you squeeze his hand back lightly. you hear an almost theatrical gasp matched with widened blue eyes and immediately become engulfed in big bulky arms.
"i thought i was gonna lose you." he sniffs, nuzzling his face in your neck. you're left puzzled but return the hug nonetheless. "what made you think that?" satoru pulls away and examines your face. "baby, it felt like you were dying on me," he exclaims, still cupping your face.
"toru, it was probably just the flu-" you are interrupted by a cough that erupts from your throat.
"see! this is what google said would happen!"
"google? satoru gojo, you consulted google? and that's why you were crying?"
"next time i'll just exorcise every germ in this world."
"if you say so, baby"
#dramatic bby#this was inspired by a tiktok comment LMAO#but i also just recovered from being sick hehe#jjk gojo#jjk headcanons#jjk scenarios#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fluff#gojo satoru#gojo x reader#gojo fanfic#gojo headcanons#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru headcanons#gojo satoru fluff#gojo scenario#gojo satoru scenario#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#gojo drabbles#jjk oneshot#jujutsu kaisen oneshot#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk crack#jjk imagines#coliescollections
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!! suggestive-ish; dirty talking n insinuations; simon n his big body <33
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"c'mon, sweetheart," simon murmurs, watching you with narrowed eyes. "won't you tell me why you wanna ride me?"
you puff a trembling breath, gaze turned away from him, before replying, "wanna feel you, s'all." you chew on your words, the rumble of your voice is so soft that simon almost missed it.
almost.
he doesn't bother hiding his smirk.
"is that right?" he sounds breathy even to his own ears. "anythin' else?"
he watches as you shake your head, still looking away from him, all shy and docile in your embarrassment. simon almost heaves a saddened sigh, but he sees the way your eyelashes flutter in nervousness, your bottom lip all bitten and nibbled on, and decides to take it easy.
well.
easy on his terms.
"you wanna take me to the hilt, yeah?" simon begins, his voice genuine even with the faint teasing tone. he adjusts the two of you on the sofa, grunting in satisfaction when your eyes flick up to meet his shyly.
"you wanna take control? wanna set the pace and do all the work?" he massages your hips, working his hands to grab fistfuls of your muscle and fat, groaning at the way your skin dimples.
he pulls you close to him, your chest pressing against his own, and simon tries his best not to flick his eyes down just to see the way your tits are all squished up against him. god, even just feeling the softness of them makes his cock stir underneath his jeans.
simon brushes his lips over the shell of your ears, purposeful in their teasing touch. then, "you wanna know how deep i can go in you, huh? wanna take your sweet time – or not, depends."
he lands a smack on your ass, the slap ringing between you two, and simon chuckles at your bit-off squeak. he watches as you tilt your head up to glare at him but simon just grins, teasing and meanly, before pitching forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.
"no one's stoppin' you, princess." the words are mumbled into your skin and simon revels in the way you breathe in sharply, fingers trembling from where they are fisting his shirt, before groaning in quiet pleasure when he feels you rutting down onto his chub.
yeah. simon's gon' ruin you tonight.
#suns.f#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley#suns#female reader#something something this is actually dad bod simon something#inspired by that one toji drabble i posted sometime somewhere <33#simon n toji are so similar in my eyes i need em both
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#011 (full fic here)
ex bf!sukuna realising that he should have taken more photos with you.
there's a whole photo album dedicated to pictures of you but it's still not enough.
he doesn't scroll through them unless it's late at night and he realises that he's more lonely than ever. again.
just like everything else in his life, he couldn't manage to keep you. he had to mess things up like he always did. since he was a kid he's been a burden. a disaster that no one dared to fix.
until you.
you kept him in check, for a while at least. until he went back to his old mean ways, pushing you away when he most needed you. he hurt you again and this time you won't come back.
he scrolls through the album, photos of you sleeping on his chest, photos that you took of yourself, photos that you took of him when he was cooking, photos of you when you weren't looking.
you claim they were all bad photos but he begs to differ. you were the prettiest in these photos.
yeah, he should have taken more photos of you when he had the chance.
#guess what it's inspired by#full fic soon...#sad sigh#angel writes#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna jjk#ryomen sukuna x reader#angel's late night drabbles#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader
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“I Can See You”
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Phrases/Actions that make me drop to my knees, ready to submit.
All 18+ Prompts- Please tag me if you use any cause I wanna read filth :)
“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”
“You’re mine.”
“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)
“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”
Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.
Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.
“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”
When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.
Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.
Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.
“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.
Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.
“My little slut to ruin.”
Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.
Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”
Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.
“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.
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Gojo Satoru sees you for the first time at a mutual friend's party—and immediately his eyes get stuck on you. the entire time he's watching you drink leisurely at the end of the couch, and roll your eyes at the dude bros attempting to flirt with you, while you ignored them.
after 40 mins of staring, he comes up to you and shoves the guy —pathetically trying to get you to sleep with him— off the armrest of the couch you're sitting on. Satoru just ignores the guy shouting at him and and throwing a fit on the floor. he takes a seat on the armrest instead and looks you dead in the eyes, and goes;
"you look like someone who thinks men ain't shit and would probably make a face that alone would make me cry."
you raise one of your eyebrows at him just a bit amused. confused whether he was trying to pick a fight or what else was he trying at. he goes on and continues what he was saying;
"so please fuck me."
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a/n: divider by @/enchanthings-a. to access more of my works-click here.
#inspired by IRL encounter I had with this guy last year who was younger than me bro was literally 18 and I was 20#gojo Satoru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#—^^#—gojoberry<3#satoru gojo x reader#gojo headcanons#satoru gojo#jjk#gojou satoru x reader#gojo satoru headcanon#loser!gojo#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader#I did laugh at him and said no TT o TT I'm sorry idk? I did kiss him before I left just to fuck with him. he was right I am mean like that#red flag reader#satoru headcanons#gojo satoru fluff#gojo fluff#not really meet cute sorry lmaooo#just talking about this with my friend and ykw ye it's gojocore#gojo core#gojo-drabbles#gojo imagine#gojo drabbles
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specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke
like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.
or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.
"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)
communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.
listening to the other person yap
admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.
them getting angry on ur behalf
cradling each other in hugs basically
feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly
gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)
affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.
finding their laugh contagious.
the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all
silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs
occasionally stolen kisses
or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.
sleepily nuzzling into each other!!
reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!
laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)
their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)
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Yandere Christmas Special
Christmas festivities featuring your local kidnappers Yandere! Soldier and Yandere! Sugar Daddy.
Yandere! Soldier who spends all Christmas morning at mass. And when he comes home, snow thick on his uniform, he smells like incense.
"Come see. I've brought you something."
There's a bottle of strong vodka and a frosted fruitcake waiting for you on the counter. You watch him unwrap the cake, your mind wandering to your family, to Christmas mornings when you were still an angsty teen. Did they think you were dead by now? Were they still looking for you?
He cuts a thick slice and holds it to your lips. It's sweet and dense and leaves your mouth sticky.
Yandere! Soldier who tilts your chin towards him and casually runs his thumb across your bottom lip to catch any stray crumbs.
"Let's drink, yeah?"
The vodka is icy cold and bitter. But the taste makes you think of friends and university and late nights when you were too tipsy to stand but oh so warm inside. You throw back more shots than normal, trying to chase the memories.
It's only when he gently pulls the bottle away that you realise you're far past tipsy. You're straight hammered.
You stumble when you stand and he's quick to catch you, one strong arm around your waist.
"You've got no head for drink, моя любовь."
"What does that mean?"
"It means it's time for bed."
You swat at him, irritated. "No. The Russian you used. What does it mean?"
He gently steers you toward the bedroom. "It means my love."
You twist around to face him. "Do you really love me?"
He raises a brow. "Alcohol loosens your tongue, doesn't it?"
He's quiet for a moment, studying you. The flush of your cheeks, the curve of your neck... You're everything he's ever wanted.
"Yes. I really love you. Я клянусь, что да."
I swear I do.
You stand on your toes and kiss him. Cradle his face in your palms and feel the heat of him bleed into you. You're so awfully cold, so awfully lonely. You'll regret it in the morning, but for now you press into him and chase the taste of vodka on his lips.
He pulls away and presses sweet, ticklish kisses against your inner wrist. He can feel your pulse racing.
"я полагаю, это мой рождественский подарок."
I suppose this is my Christmas present.
He grabs your thighs and picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck, terrified of falling. Your breath ghosts across his neck and your nails dig stinging crescents into his muscles.
He doesn't say it out loud, but it's the best gift he's ever gotten.
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Yandere! Sugar Daddy has a tree stacked high with gifts. On Christmas morning, he wakes you up with a kiss and a mug of your favourite hot chocolate, complete with whipped cream and cinnamon sticks.
At first, you assume most of the boxes are just for decoration. There's over a dozen boxes waiting for you - they can't all be gifts, right?
But you should know him better by now. You unwrap present after present, gasping at each one.
A set of custom perfumes from a high fashion brand. Ten different pieces of Tiffany jewellery. A genuine fur coat. Your first pair of Louboutin heels.
Keys to a new car.
You sit in the middle of a treasure trove, struggling to wrap your head around it. He rests his chin on your shoulder and pushes his glasses up his nose.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes! Yes, it's incredible." You turn to face him. "But babe, this must have cost a fortune. I can't accept all of this."
He tilts his head. "Of course you can. I got it all for you."
You're about to argue when he cuts you off. "You said you got me something too?"
You nod and hand him two packages. Your dollar store wrapping paper is glaring cheap next to his.
He unwraps his gifts slowly. The first one is a journal you picked up in a thrift store, weeks before your argument left you trapped with him. Back when you still had your freedom.
You got your artist friend to emboss his name in gold leaf on the front cover. He flips it open to the first page.
To my tech genius boyfriend. This is what we normies call paper. You use it to record all the times your girlfriend is just absolutely incredible, got it? -y/n
He smirks and rubs the page between his fingers.
"I've only heard distant legends of this 'paper'... How fascinating."
You groan. "It seemed funny at the time okay?"
His next gift is a pottery vase, with elegant fluted handles. It's a deep cream with flecks of reddish iron bleeding through. He stares at it, his expression blank.
Your heart drops.
The truth is, you spent months looking for that specific vase. And when you finally found someone willing to sell, the price they named made your jaw drop. You haggled like hell for it. Practically begged the seller on your hands and knees to let you pay it off over a few months. Until this morning, it was a gift you were proud to give him.
But his gifts to you took all morning to unwrap, while all you can offer is a shitty notebook and some amateur pottery. You hate not being able to return his generosity in equal measure. You hate feeling like you're always giving him the short end of the stick. Even now, when you have every reason to hate him, it hurts that you can't spoil him like he does you.
He finally looks up at you, dazed. "This is an original Murazaki. How did you know I wanted one?"
"You mentioned it a few months ago. When we were having dinner together in my apartment."
He puts the vase down carefully.
"You remembered?"
It's your turn to be confused. "Of course? You were really upset about it. You said he was your favourite artist but that you could never find any of his stuff for sale."
He stares at you like he's trying to pick you apart. You look down, embarrassed.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't get you more gifts. I feel like an ass. Like the world's worst girl-"
He grabs you before you can finish and pulls you flush against him. He buries his face in your hair. He takes a deep breath, like he needs to control himself.
"You remembered."
He kisses your temple and then presses his forehead against yours. His voice is low and loving and just a little shaky.
"Oh y/n, you're the best gift I could ask for."
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Bonus: a yandere who only has one thing on his Christmas wishlist - you.
You wake up under his Christmas tree, cold and confused and still groggy from the sleeping pills he slipped you.
Your hands are tied behind your back and there's a cherry red gag in your mouth. You squirm, trying to pull your hands free. The floor is icy against your naked skin. Wait, naked?
You look down, horror clawing it's slow way up your throat. Most of your clothes are gone. And you're almost completely wrapped in ribbon.
Your thighs are held together with an excruciatingly tight bow. Two green rosettes are pinned to the lace of your bra. You can't see it, but there's a cute red bow stuck on your head too.
The door opens and you hear heavy footsteps on the basement stairs. You squirm, increasingly desperate to get loose.
"Wouldcha look at that? Santa brought me exactly what I asked for."
Your kidnapper squats down next to you, his eyes roaming your body. Taking in all the curves and dips. Mapping it out like it's his to explore. He reaches out and tugs at the ribbon tied around your throat.
"My girl all wrapped up under the Christmas tree."
He grabs your chin and tilts your face up towards his. His eyes are dark - the pupils blown out wide with lust, with hunger.
"Merry Christmas baby. I promise it'll be one you never forget.
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