#except I have no idea how you dress or anything like that lol

[bunnygirllover45]

Hii!! I’m kinda obsessing over the Idea of Johann before he kidnapped his darling, going out to buy clothes and him just enjoying it WAY more than Darling. Like bro’s INTO it, picking out dresses and making darling do a fashion show for him?? Just wanted to put this thought out there lol. Idk if he’d actually do that but I can dream,,,, Anyways that’s all— thank you!!!!

Anon you're into some shit rn and I totally agree with you. Johann would do that 100%. TW: Darling had a past relationship that wasn't too nice, mentions of body insecurity, hints of dollification but it's Johann who are we talking about this is obvious by now.

Your past relationship before Johann wasn't the best, you weren't used to him buying you stuff so carelessly or taking you every other day. At first, it was a little hard to get accustomed to the sudden change, but eventually, you started to like it. Except for the part where you and he had to go to the clothing store. Each time Johann stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of a date to point at a cute outfit sitting in the window of a random store, a part of you internally screamed for him not to drag you inside.

Speaking about that— "You like these? These frills might be itchy on your skin though..." —yes, you were trapped inside another store again. Taking in a deep breath you stared at Johann, then at the dress he was holding. No matter how often you told him you either didn't like this style of clothing or that it wouldn't look good in it, he still made you buy and wear the stuff. Of course, he only made you wear it when both of you were alone, there's no way he'd let you look this adorable in front of someone else.

You wondered how many more clothes he could buy you, after all, even if Johann made sure to visit you almost every day, his job kept him from being with you all the time. Most of the time he kept some of the clothes in his house too, he had a 'special place for them', out of context that phrase could be worrying, but Johann was such a sweetheart behind that stoic exterior that you didn't really question it. As he grabbed another piece of clothing you shot your hands to grab his forearm, squeezing softly as you smiled up to him. "J-Johann, I don't think I'd look good on that. I have many dresses back at home too, you shouldn't buy mo—" But before you could even finish you felt Johann leaning down to whisper against your ear, his voice soft and secretive. "I think you'd look good in anything." the ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. "I've always wanted to take care of someone as precious as you, would you let me do that?" There was serious longing in his voice. From all the past experiences you had with him, you clearly noticed that ache to fulfill a role that Johann always had. Taking care of you during dates, making sure you didn't get sick, and even aftercare with him was a blissful experience. All the things he told you about feeling empty and without a purpose in life, it's like a part of him has been waiting all this time to have this, to have you. You stood stunned, questioning if you should feel even more embarrassed or prideful, he looked at you with an adoration written in his eyes that made you shiver, and you felt a little guilty at how much you enjoyed it. "Here, we can buy these and try them out at home, how does that sound?" You nodded, giving him a compliant smile as you reached to hug his arm. "Okay... thank you." One hand snaked its way around your waist, squeezing slightly as he kissed you on the top of the head, nuzzling against it. "You're welcome, baby."

[zappedbyzabka]

🍌🍋 a yellow fruit type of message sjdkksjf

[certaimromance]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Love or seal?

Dean Winchester x Fem!reader

Summary: An avenging spirit is killing married couples, so the Winchesters think it's a good idea to use you to pretend to be one and take down the ghost. But the act becomes all too real before you know it.

Words: 1,8k.

TW: mentions of murder, death, violence. so much teasing. a little of angst with happy ending. dean from the early seasons but soft and chaotic (a bit simp). sam being cupid and forgotten lol. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I've always been a Dean girl and I'm so excited about this. I love the concept of "Frenemies to Lovers" with its more playful and cutie version from the earlier seasons, I hope I described it well.

This is my second time writing here, i'm still new.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

You took another look in the mirror and walked a few laps around the dingy motel room, trying to swallow the act. It seemed ironic to wear such a fancy dress and high heels in a place like this, but it was all so you could solve the case and prevent more deaths. After all, it was your job to catch the ghosts and put them to rest.

It had been a long time since you'd been out on a date or worn anything other than your usual jeans and leather jacket. Buying yourself a cute dress and wedding rings with one of your fake cards had been entertaining, the closest thing to a normal life you'd had in years.

“Come in, I need help with the zipper on my dress.” You said after hearing a couple of knocks on your door.

You were still standing in front of the bathroom mirror, waiting for Sam to show up to help you so the two of you could leave soon for the restaurant where you both had reserved a table. The strange thing was that the cold hands you felt running down your back and zipping you up were not his, but those of his older brother.

“What are you doing here? Where is Sam?” You turned around to look at Dean once your dress was closed. It was then that you noticed he was wearing a suit and the ring.

“In the room.” He replied, moving closer to you so he could look at himself in the mirror and adjusting his tie with difficulty, he was not used to wearing one at all and felt suffocated.

“Why are you dressed like that?” You asked him after looking him over from head to toe and inevitably biting your lower lip. He looked good, all dressed up and dapper, you could even smell the scent of cologne wafting off him.

“I'll be your husband for tonight.” Dean smiled at you.

You frowned when you heard that the younger Winchester would no longer be your fake husband, because that was not what you had all agreed upon. Sam had always been more husband material, and you trusted him enough to have some physical contact if necessary. On the other hand, you saw Dean as someone who was far from the prototypical perfect partner, and you could barely talk to him without arguing about your differences, never having touched him except for sparring practice or taking away the gun he kept stealing from you. You couldn't deny that both brothers were attractive, but they were almost equally far from meaning anything romantic to you.

“We flipped a coin and I got the job.” He added to the explanation, noticing the confusion on your face.

Finally you nodded, realizing that once again they had not been able to reach an agreement and had had to put luck in the middle for the choice of roles. You didn't mind going with Dean, you had already been on several hunts with him and trusted his skills, but having to impersonate his wife was weird.

“Can you...?” He tried to ask you, pointing at his tie and all the trouble it caused him.

You let out a small laugh at seeing him so confused over a simple tie and went over to him to take it off. You had to tie it all over again because of how badly he had done it before.

“This looks very wife.” He commented as he saw the delicacy with which you were trying to fix his mess.

“I hope the spirit feels the same and is looking forward to slaughtering us.” You replied, taking a step away from him as you finished.

You two said a quick goodbye to Sam and then hopped into the Impala, which took you to a shiny restaurant near the road where the ghost appeared.

“Don't embarrass me, please.” You said to him as soon as you both sat down at the table and placed your order.

“How could I, darling?” He smiled innocently at you and took your hand on the table, caressing the ring on your finger.

You didn't say anything, just smiled back and kept your thoughts to yourself. You couldn't believe he actually called you that, sounding almost like a husband, even though you knew it was because of the acting, it gave you a funny feeling in your stomach. The most you'd gotten from Dean Winchester in all the years you'd known him was a "good job" and a strange smile, followed by a lot of questions about your careless decisions. You alone were far enough away from marriage, let alone someone like him.

“You look very handsome tonight.” You told him as you saw he was drinking water, causing him to almost spit it out in surprise.

Usually you never complimented him, barely looked him in the eye, talked about anything other than hunting, or even laughed at his jokes. It seemed that his presence didn't matter much to you because your interests were more aligned with Sam's and you got along better with him. That bothered Dean a lot, he hated being so invisible in your eyes.

Now, however, you didn't take your eyes off him and even gave him compliments that left him speechless to continue the performance.

“At least the food is good.” You said absentmindedly as the waiter brought the plates.

“And the company?”

You looked into his eyes, trying to understand if he was playing with you or if he was really hurt by your lack of emotion. The strange thing was that you didn't know if it was one or the other, his greenish gaze was a mystery.

“The best company, of course.” You gave him a smile and picked up your glass of wine to make a small toast.

“How affectionate you are now.”

“Yes, I feel almost as if today is the last day of my life.” You said with irony.

Dinner went off without a hitch in a quiet and strangely pleasant atmosphere. You couldn't help but be surprised by Dean's friendliness, it was the first time you had a civilized conversation with him. The first time he held your hand and you noticed how green his eyes were.

Suddenly, everything he said, silly or not, made you smile. The only rational thing to do was to attribute it to the glass of wine he had decided to drink. In general, you didn't allow yourself to drink alcohol, let alone in the middle of a hunt. But now, for some reason, you thought it would help your nerves and relax you a bit.

“Where did you leave the car?” You asked once they left the site and the time to travel the road of death was approaching.

“In the corner over there...I hope.” He answered without really being sure. For him, it had all happened so fast when you two arrived.

“My feet hurt. Don't play with me now.” You said, hating the high heels you were wearing.

At that moment, the hunter stopped and motioned for you to sit on the bench by the exit. Unsure, you obeyed and frowned as he knelt down to gently remove your shoes.

“Happy now?” He asked he asked, holding your heels in his hands.

“I can't walk barefoot.” You claimed, putting on a fake sad face and lowering your gaze to his arms.

Dean shook his head instantly.

“No, don't even think that I'll carry you.” He warned confidently, folding his arms.

A few minutes later, he was silently leading you to the car, snorting at every opportunity to give in so easily to your wishes.

“This looks very husband.” You pointed out with a smile and a teasing tone.

“I would offer you to the spirit right now.” He replied, looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“How lovely you are, my dear.”

The two finally got into the car and headed for the exit. Dean had received a message from his brother telling him that he had found the name of the ghost woman and her grave with her husband, who was the cause of all his resentment against happily married couples, and to top it off, he was buried on top of her.

“Sam is going to burn the grave and everything will be fine.” He said trying to comfort you as he saw the concern on your face. “Maybe the woman doesn't want to kill anyone today.”

“You have too much faith in a murderous spirit.” You sighed and tried to remove the ring from your finger, but it stuck. “And you should take the ring off.”

“Are we getting divorced so soon?” He replied in a joking tone, with his eyes on the road.

You looked at him seriously, this was no time for jokes because everything was going wrong. If Sam didn't dig up those bones soon, they were probably going to kill you both and the plan was going to fail completely. It was supposed to be easy and you were terrified that it wasn't anymore.

“Come on, don't be like that. You were laughing so hard with me.” He smiled at you.

Before you could respond, a pale woman in a blood-stained wedding dress appeared in the back seat. You could barely say Dean's name when the ghost's hand came around your neck and began to choke you. After a few moments, you couldn't even breathe and everything became a blur.

You didn't want to die, at least not at that moment. Not without having lived a life as good as the night before everything went to hell. You still had too many things to do to go like that, let alone in front of him, you couldn't let that happen.

“Don't move.” The hunter said to you before drawing his gun and disputing you to the back seat.

The ghost disappeared for a few seconds and then reappeared just ahead of the road. A braking maneuver as the woman was beginning to burn in front of the two of you almost made you jump out of your seat.

Sam had succeeded.

“Are you okay?” Dean asks, looking at you with concern.

“Yeah.” You said, still trying to catch your breath and process everything that had happened.

“And my thanks for saving you and not letting death part us?”

At any other time, you would have simply made a sarcastic comment and emphasized that it was all thanks to her brother. However, the recent experience had changed something in you and made you kiss his cheek.

Before you could completely pull your face away from his, he put his hand on your cheek and pulled you close. You felt his lips move over yours and responded without hesitation. A big part of you had been thinking about this moment all night and was more than happy it was happening. It was like the perfect ending to a fake marriage date, minus the killer ghost part, and it made you smile in the middle of it.

“You didn't flip any coin, did you?” You asked as you broke away from the kiss for a second.

“No, I didn't.” He admitted, leaving a kiss on your head and making you smile even more.

[meanbossart]

i know Drow is kind of known around here for being Shirtless, but what clothes does he like to wear? What style does he like? What does he hate wearing?

The stuff I have drawn him in so far hopefully gives a pretty good idea of the man's range. He suffers from a particular type of vanity where, while he doesn't care for looking fancy or particularly put together, he does care about showing off his strong build and other - uh - assets. The recurrence of tight pants and open shirts are no accident, that's a choice on his part.

And he does run hot, to be fair, so anything to avoid feeling stuffy.

When it comes to every day clothes, silhouette and comfort aside he doesn't care much for the details. He has more to say about armor craft and special-made itens, but not much besides for appreciating when a design pleases him. Contrary to popular belief he's perfectly capable of cleaning up and looking nice LOL Astarion wouldn't need to dress him if there was to be a special occasion or anything like that (very much to his surprise, I'm sure).

Basically, he has the mind (or, you could say, the vague recollection) of being someone who cares about such things, and hence knows how to present himself nicely when necessary. He just doesn't care to 90% of the time. And when he does, it's usually because he just felt like it that day or doesn't want to embarrass Shadowheart or Astarion by being an eye-sore at an event.

As for what he dislikes - basically anything that's impractical or a burden to wear. If he can't get it on or off under 2 minutes he doesn't want it (armor being an exception, obviously.)

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Room for two (NSFW)

Fred Weasley x fem reader x George Weasley

Fred and y/n have been dating for a whole but she still struggles to tell her boyfriend and his brother apart. The twins (being the horny, mischievous fuckers they are) decide to use that to their advantage and have a little fun. What can I say, Fred likes to watch…

TW: nsfw (under 16’s dni), mean dom Fred, mean dom George, degradation, no incest, sharing, voyeurism, spanking, slight bondage, no prep (evil boys 😏), unprotected sex, masturbation (male), face smacking, cum swallowing. I think that's everything.

A/N: This is not only my first Weasley fic, but also my first time writing smut, yay! Italic bold speech is a flashback except for the word ‘Kitten’. Read and it’ll make more sense lol.

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“C’mon love, me and Georgie have missed you. Spend the weekend with us above the shop, it’ll be fun”

When the brilliant Fred Weasley invites you to stay with him and his brother above their shop in Diagon Alley, there’s really no option other than yes. You had been dating him for nearly three years and you loved him more than anything else in the world. A nice, quiet weekend with the Weasley twins would do you some good…

…but Fred had other plans.

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You arrived on Friday and walked into the shop, seeing one of the ginger haired twins behind the counter and the other stocking a shelf nearby, neither one aware of your presence. Fuck, which one was which? Maybe if you let them notice you first, you'd be able to tell. You pottered around the shop, browsing the shelves of different potions and colourful boxes containing all kinds of mischief, trying to attract the attention of the twin stocking the shelf. He looked up with a smirk and instantly knew what you were up to, and he didn't plan on revealing who he was just yet. He knew that Fred would be alright with this, they had discussed it the night before. He can still remember Fred’s words clear as day:

“She’ll love every minute of it, she can be a needy little slut when you give her what she wants”

“I've seen how she looks at you, she wants us both but she likes to act all innocent and pretend that she doesn't”

“You can have her for the night, as long as I get to watch. She’s my dirty little whore after all”

The twin in front of you simply smirked, knowing that with one simple nickname, you’d think he was your loving boyfriend. Getting you into his bed would be easier than Fred said it would be.

“Go on up, Kitten, and wait for me on the bed”

George smirked at how fast you moved up the stairs to the flat above the shop. He finished stocking the shelves before shooting Fred a wink and following you up. Fred had been watching everything. This was his idea in the first place, and he wasn't going to miss a single thing. You always acted so innocent when he talked about George, but he knew how you felt. He could practically see the way your mouth watered when you would watch them at Quidditch practice. He could see the way you rubbed your legs together when they sat either side of you in the common room. Now that you had all graduated, he had promised George a turn with you.

As soon as the shop shut and all of the customers had left, he would go upstairs and enjoy the show.

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You didn't even have time to enter Fred’s room and get undressed before George had come up behind you, gripping your waist tightly and sucking harshly on your neck. His right hand trailed up, practically ripping the buttons apart on your dress to reveal your bra covered tits beneath. He would never get sick of looking at them. When he’d sit next to you and look down your shirt, knowing that all of your attention was on Fred. He couldn’t help himself. George ripped off your bra, groping your bare tits harshly. He listened in on every gasp, every moan, and every whimper that you made, only becoming rougher as he pinched and tugged on your nipples.

“F..Fuck..Freddie…”

George chuckled darkly and tore your dress off, followed by your soaked panties. He pushed you onto the bed, smirking mischievously at the way your legs opened wide, your glistening cunt on full display for him. Poor little slut, George thought, Getting this turned on for her boyfriend's brother.

“On your hands and knees, now”

George growled, pushing his suit trousers down and getting behind you. He ran his hands over your ass before bringing his hand down swiftly, making you yelp from the stinging sensation. But he didn’t care, George seemed transfixed by the way your ass jiggled and the skin turned bright red. He kept spanking each cheek, making sure to leave handprints and a painful memory whenever you sat down.

“Freddie, Please…been so good, please fuck me. Need you so badly” you whined, your thighs rubbing together to give your needy clit friction.

“You’re such a desperate, whiney little slut. Bet you’d love nothing more than my cock deep inside of your slutty cunt. Keep begging, beautiful, let me hear how much you need me” George started stroking his cock to your pleas. He’d give you what you wanted eventually, he’d been dreaming of your tight pussy ever since his brother introduced you to the family. The younger twin suddenly had an idea and pulled your arms behind your back, tying them securely together with his tie.

He gripped your joined arms tightly and rammed his cock inside your wet pussy. The stretch made you yelp in pain and squirm in a (not so) desperate attempt to flee, but George only held you tighter, a cruel pout on his lips.

“Thought this is what you wanted, little love. Don't tell me you can't be a good girl for me now”

His cock was so deep, hitting that spongy spot that made you clench around him and shut your eyes tight. His hands gripped your skin with a bruising force, you were so close…

“Well, well, well, look who’s enjoying themselves” an identical voice quipped, but it wasn't from above you, it came from the doorway.

The older Weasley twin stalked close, making you squirm in embarrassment of being caught by your boyfriend's brother. But he only knelt in front of you with a devilish smirk.

“Guess my little kitten really is a slut for it, huh?”

Fuck

Your eyes widened as everything seemed to click into place. The man in front of you was your boyfriend, the man with his cock pressing deep inside of you was his younger twin brother. A pout spread across your lips, thinking that Fred was mad at you for being underneath George. But Fred simply got up and sat in the chair across from the foot of the bed, getting comfortable but exposing his hard cock.

“Go on Kitten, show Georgie just what a little slut you are. Put on a show for us”

George smirked and snapped his hips forward, knocking the breath from your lungs. He started his brutal pace that rubbed your insides raw. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you buried your head into the soft sheets beneath you. But George wasn't having any of that. He pulled you up by your hair, your back pressing against his chest, causing his cock to somehow push deeper into your cunt. You hissed at the sting from your scalp.

“Such a spoiled brat. Doesn't even say thank you for her lovely surprise” George spat next to your ear, his other hand coming up to lightly smack your face. “What do you say, slut?”

“Thank you, Freddie…Feels s..so good”. Your moans got louder with every word.

Fred pumped his cock, trying to match the pace his brother had set so that he could pretend that he was the one fucking you. But he knew you’d need more, you were his insatiable little slut. Fred simply looked into your desperate eyes and grunted through gritted teeth…

“Cum for me, Kitten”

At his command, you let the blinding pleasure take over your entire body. Your velvety walls clench around George, pushing him over the edge too. You could feel his cum spurt deep inside of you, staining your walls. He let go of your hair and you dropped forward onto the mattress. Fred got up and walked over to your fucked out body and you immediately opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, smiling as you felt his warm, salty sweet cum hit your tongue and lips. You swallowed all that he had given you and licked your lips, collecting every last drop. Fred stroked your hair softly.

“My turn, kitten”

[violenteconomics]

The first years working together to stitch Yuu and Grim their own Dorm Uniform, like maybe one based off of the ghosts or off of Mickey. (I feel so robbed that they havent made or gotten one yet I DON'T CARE THAT ONE OF THEM IS A CAT LET THEM HAVE FANCY STUFF CROWLEY!!! 🥺)

anything 4 u, baby.

it's epel's idea, surprisingly. with yuu's birthday coming up, and as the only one who knows about fashion design (pomefiore drills it into you, he couldn't NOT know if he tried), he gets to work making his own ramshackle dorm uniform.

he also pulls ace into it to have his professional fashion opinion on it, since let's be honest: pomefiore student or no, a city boy like ace knows WAY more about fashion than a country bumpkin like epel.

but how to design it? well, all nrc dorms have to fit three standards:

they have to be practical for the dorm dimension they're in (ex. how savanaclaw uniforms have boots because the outside terrain can be hard to walk on)

they have to take clear inspiration from the member of the great seven they represent (ex. how octavinelle hats have nautilus shells on them, just like the one the sea witch used to wear all the time)

they have to represent the "spirit" of their dorm (ex. heartslabyul uniforms tend to have half-painted roses on them)

what epel and ace came up with was a white, hooded cloak -- ripped, raggedy, and patched up with mismatch pieces of fabric. keeping the cloak together is a black, mouse-like symbol with overexaggerated ears, that operates much like a buckle. underneath the cloak is a black dress shirt with white suspenders, crimson shorts with white pockets, and pale yellow low-heels.

since yuu and grim live in all the 4 seasons, the cloak can come on if it gets cold, and it can come right back off if it gets hot. the cloak itself takes clear inspiration from the ghosts and the run-down nature of ramshackle. the underneath is... well, based on a dream epel keeps having for some reason, but it seemed fitting.

with his design secured, ace asks ortho to generate a visual for his design for ramshackle's uniform (while epel can design, he can't draw to save his life). ortho is happy to do it, obviously, and grateful to put his creative talents to use. he even adds a light blue gradient to the cloak to give it a more ethereal vibe.

then, epel asked sebek to sew it for them (being one of the only one of the freshmen who bothered to learn how to use a needle and thread (spinning wheel reference, baby~)). sebek does it in that tsundere-like manner of his, saying that he's "only doing it so the ramshackle prefect doesn't keep embarassing all of us", but even though he only uses a spinning wheel, he has the whole thing done in less than a day.

jack and deuce don't have much to do with the process at all, but yuu and grim are more likely to take the present more seriously if it comes from the two most trustworthy people in their friend group. yuu and grim open the box, and yuu is so moved by the gesture, this act of kindness from nrc students of all people, they start crying.

(and to correlate with your next ask-- yes. eventually, the freshmen DO all get ramshackle uniforms, lol. except instead of a mickey logo keeping their cloak together, it's their respective coffin logos.)

[thebearer]

hi e! back again with more carmy shit because i love the way you did my little blurb justice 🥰. i literally just envisioned sydney minding her own business and just recklessly placing carmy in the hot seat cause she knew his ass was gon get it 😂. i’m all in for more dom!carmy so i’d love to keep the idea going that his s/o works for/with/alongside him at the bear with a touch of her giving him her two cents? a little bit of sass to just remind who he’s dealing with 😩. maybe this time around he slipped up on something major (a birthday, anniversary, or something that overall was important to the reader and he put it off because in his mind the bear comes first). she’s been slowly driving him crazy with that silent treatment she’s been doing for the last few days and her less than a few syllabled words when he doesn’t remind her how irked he made her 😂; she’s not mad anymore just disappointed. and anyway basically in a prep for preordered to go’s on lunch rush he’s reading back orders to her and she completely writes him off. i can see him being like exactly how he when he’s not getting when he needs from his staff during a frenzy and flipping tf out. like you know when he repeats himself a second time as if you didn’t hear him the first he means it 😂. tysm in advance! please feel free to do whatever you’d like. i’m writing this at 6 in the morning so many ideas are coming into the fold. i hope you have a great day - 🥣.

ok i did sorta a different-ish take. same idea but i don't write the reader as a chef bc quite honestly i can't relate lmao i'm a horrendous cook lol. but silent treatment yes!! reader works at the bear but not a chef.

"Does anyone know where the extra napkins are? Mindy needs to be settin' tables." Carmen huffed, slamming the empty crate back in the back stock.

"That would be your missus' domain." Richie snickers, elbowing Fak lightly. "Guess you better go ask her, Cousin."

"Yeah? Fuck off. Thought it was your fuckin' job." Carmen grumbled, running a hand through his hair.

"Me? Fuck no, Cousin. You know who's job it is, c'mon." Richie grinned. "It's your wife, Carm. What? Scared to talk to your wife?"

Carmen sneered, huffing in annoyance, but the truth was... yes, he was a little scared. Especially with how furious you were at him. Carmen was a chronic over worker, barely taking time for himself. It was a constant fight between the two of you, one he'd gotten better at, but still struggled finding that balance. Which normally, you'd be more forgiving about.

Except it was your anniversary.

Carmen left you waiting at home, dressed up with a new lingerie set that he painfully didn't get to enjoy. By the time he got off, taking his time to clean the kitchen, prep for tomorrow's crowd, he looked at his phone and saw your texts and calls, his heart dropping.

You'd been giving him the cold shoulder since then, furious and hurt- or so he assumed, you wouldn't say anything.

Richie found the entire thing hilarious when Carmen told him. "You forgot your fuckin' anniversary? You jagoff, holy shit."

Carmen found it less than amusing. The tension in the restaurant was thick because of the two of you. Everyone teetering around you, but especially Carmen, he was more on edge now.

Pushing the door open to the office, Carmen ducked his head in, seeing you at his desk- your desk, technically, you used it more. "Hey, honey," Carmen's voice was soft, a sweet hum that had your spine straightening. He flinched lightly, stepping towards you. "D'you know where the extra napkins are?"

You didn't reply, simply typing on your laptop, editing a video for the social media page about the upcoming summer specials.

Carmen blinked, barking out your name in a much harsher than he meant to, but it seemed to work. Kinda. Your head whipped around, eyes in a burning glare when they met his, but your lips were still pressed together.

Carmen through his hands out in exasperation. "Are you bein' fuckin' serious with me?"

Richie made his way towards the table where Tina was doing prep, craning his neck to watch. Your lips twisted, glaring harshly at Carmen. Carmen huffed, a hand running over his forehead. "What do you want from me, huh? What? You're just never gonna speak to me again? I forgot, ok? I didn't mean to, I just fuckin' forgot! I was at work!"

You glared at him, feeling Richie's amused gaze from over Carmen's shoulder, the rest of the staff pretending to be busy to hear. "Shut the door." You snapped.

Carmen flinched, shocked. "What-"

"Shut the fuckin' door, now." You snapped, slamming your laptop, turning to face him. Carmen pressed the door shut, ignoring Richie's whines of "c'mon, Cousin, it was just gettin' good!".

The two of you stared, neither being the first to talk, not wanting to break. You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. "You wanted to talk, talk, Carmen. I've got shit to do."

"Hey," Carmen's eyes flashed at you, his tone hard with an edge of warning. "You better watch your-"

"-No, you better watch your mouth with me. Watch what you say to me, Berzatto." You snapped, pointing a finger at him. "This isn't a fuckin' game, alright? I'm mad at you. Actually fuckin' mad at you."

Carmen's stomach turned, swallowing the guilt rising with the bile in his throat. "I... I'm sorry-"

"-Sorry isn't going to work this time, Carmen. It's always sorry. Always I didn't fuckin' mean to, I got busy." You snapped, arms wrapping over your torso. "You always do this, but our anniversary? You forgot our anniversary?"

"No, I didn't forget." Carmen ran a hand down his face. "I got you flowers and-and the bracelet-"

"-And that was very nice, Carmen, but you weren't there." You snapped, the finality in his tone making his rebuttal dissolve in his mouth. The hurt in your eyes, rounding and pitiful, soft and pleading with him. You were angry, but you were hurt, too.

His shoulders deflated, breath leaving his lungs. "You're right," Carmen nodded slowly. "No, you're-you're right, and-and-and I'm... Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." Carmen said sincerely, eyes shining with sincerity. "I... I got caught up and I-I shouldn't have even been working that day, I just..."

"I know." You muttered, looking down at the desk, a framed picture of the two of you in Copenhagen at your wedding ceremony. Carmen in his suit, you in your dress, happy and smiling with the breathtaking scenery behind you.

Carmen could feel the guilt growing in his chest, palms sweating and heart racing, the panic to fix it- to do something. "How much longer do you have?" Carmen asked, nodding towards your laptop.

"Just a few more things to edit." You looked at your paused work. "Why?"

"Let me... Let me make it right." Carmen sighed, shaking hands fumbling towards his apron.

"Carmen, you can't leave-"

"-Yeah, yeah, I can." Carmen nodded, pulling the door out and calling for Sydney. "Can you cover tonight, Chef?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I can." Sydney nodded.

"I got it too, Cousin-" Carmen shut the door before he could hear Richie's full comment, sure something smart ass would be included.

"Let's go out." Carmen looked at you. "A make up. Please?"

You folded your arms, pouting lightly. "'m not dressed for going out."

"What're you talkin' about? You look beautiful, c'mon." Carmen shook his head lightly at you, shoving his clothes into his bag, pulling out his spare.

You tried not to drool at the sight of his chest. You'd missed him, you really had. It was a shame the lingerie went to waste.

Carmen pulled you out of the restaurant, hand on your waist, holding you close to his side. It wasn't the fancy reservations you'd planned, no Michelin star restaurants with expensive wine. No, instead, he took you to some a rooftop restaurant, one with the vibey aesthetic you always cooed at on Instagram. Sitting and sharing pretzels and greasy food, snuggled into Carmen's side while he ordered dessert. Giggling when he fed you the brownie sundae, tilting your head back with his fingers cradling your jaw lightly. It was simple, romantic, and fun. Made your heart swell, clinging to him the whole way home.

And when you got home? Carmen was in heaven. Letting you show him what he missed a few days earlier.

[randomsufff]

HEHAHBFKI More South Park doodles I think I’m going insane.

Actually this is kind of the product of me being liking South Park way back in high school but was too embarrassed to draw them when I was bored in class and now it’s all kinda flooding back 💀

Read below if you want to know more about my New Kid and my thoughts behind some of the doodles cause this turned out longer then I though 💀

Anyways- introducing my New Kid. No name cause I literally have no idea. Whatever the cannon name is ig- though I’d think it’d be funny if she was referred to New Kid by literally everyone like in game. I like the idea that a lot of people have with their New Kids that they liked the makeover section with the girls during the Stick of Truth a little too much. I also like it cause… uh… I didn’t play Stick of Truth. (The combat system is not my cup of tea) So it’s not until the start of TFBW does she know shes really a girl.

To give context to the top right drawing- I couldn’t remember the dialogue Wendy says in the alleyway if you say you’re a trans girl- but I do know what she says if your a cis girl (I always knew you were a girl) cause I did a second play through as a cis girl. And I don’t know if there’s supposed to be a huge time jump between the end of Stick of Truth and TFBW but I think it would be funny if it was just the next day- so combine these two fact to get “Wendy always clocked New Kid as a girl but NK just found out yesterday 💀”

Anyways- she’s such a cutie, I love her and her cool superhero outfit I gave her. Outside of the game- I’d like to think of her basically exactly how she acts in game. Mostly non-verbal, with the occasional zingy one liner, and just kinda goes along with the crazy shit the happens in South Park un phased. Like if she was in a episode- the plot would happen and she would be on screen, but wouldn’t say anything, and anytime another character would address her, they’d respond however as if she spoke lmao. Aroace, just like me, so she’s just friends with everyone (except Cartman) and vibes with everyone.

The mini Style comic I though of cause 1) I wondered if Kyle had the same elf ears as the other elfs did in game (again, never played and it’s been a while since I saw gameplay so whoops if it’s confirmed or whatever) and 2) I thought it would be funny if Stan was caught lacking and tried to /rp his way out of it (I wanted to add an extra bit where Kyle would be like “Oh, are our characters gay for each other??? (ARE YOU /SRS OR /J STAN)” and Stan would have to just “yes, and” his way out.)

The last three images were kinda of a stream of consciousness put on paper and made neat lol. I really like showing that all the costumes the kids wear are homemade and stuff- either stuff taken from their parents or visibly taped together etc- cause I think it’s charming. Anyways- I though Kyle’s little robe could be like one of his parents bath robe- and it would be a little too long for him to run without eating shit so he’d have to hike it up like a skirt/dress. Which lead to me thinking that Cartman would say some shit about that and how Kyle, who has a literal Golf Club, would smack his ass up. Which then lead to me thinking about how since Kyle’s the Elf King and Stan’s basically his right hand how he might lift it up wedding dress style if needed (/RP GUYS, RIGHT?RIGHT???) and how Cartman would react, which lead to that one JoJo meme cause thats literally how they’d retaliate.

Always- I’ll probably have at least one more post about South Park I swear. There was a period of time before I stopped watching (I gotta pick it up again) where I would doodle a bit of whatever was happening in the episode, each episode. Crazy I know, but not only did it improve my drawing skills but it helped me remember what actually happened in episodes cause I have shit memory and definitely don’t remember some of the episodes I watched. So I might redraw some of those- see if anyone can tell what episode they’re from.

[ratatoast]

Son coeur est le tien

Alastor x Reader qpr (general headcanons)

a/n: halfway through writing this, i realised that maybe my idea of a qpr might be different than someone else's haha,,, also, this is the very first time I've written for hazbin hotel lol (and should i mention that english isn't my first language? haha)

that being said, i hope y'all enjoy this mess :P

also also if y'all would like me to continue writing Alastor qpr (cuz there's def a shortage on that), feel free to send me prompts :)) i obvi wont write nsfw, but other than that, i think anything is fine (?)

Being in a qpr with the radio demon would include…

Long talks over tea/coffee

There’s never any awkward silence between the two of you. You two could be chatting about the most mundane things, and the conversation would still flow perfectly.

He’d definitely learn exactly how you like your hot beverage.

I personally can’t imagine him being an avid coffee drinker tbh, but I don’t think he’d mind if you are one.

Takes your tea parties very seriously, knows all your favourite pastries, puts on some smooth jazz, brings out the fine china, etc

Loves listening to you talking about your day, your current interests, hobbies, etc. Even if the topic itself isn’t all that interesting to him, he’ll still listen to you.

The both of you love gossiping with each other. Neither of you will admit it to others though.

Petnames

You very rarely hear your given name come out of this man’s mouth.

He never calls you anything that he deems too sickly sweet, usually sticks to dear, sweetheart, or darling.

If he’s having a particularly great day, he might call you love, but that doesn’t happen very often.

Constant praises & words of affirmation

I think words of affirmation is one of his main love languages.

He constantly showers you with praises, telling you how gorgeous you look, how witty your jokes are, etc.

We all know that this man is a charmer, however his compliments to you are more than just empty words… most of the time :p

Do keep in mind that this man is a master manipulator tho, so he isn't above using sweet talk to get what he wants.

Playful banter that keeps you on your toes

He loves a good back and forth, especially if his darling is a particularly witty individual.

The two of you can turn any conversation into a battle of words.

However, if you take it too far, he’s not afraid to put you in your place with a couple of sharp words, aimed to hurt.

But most of the time it’s just good fun :)

Never having to so much as lift a finger

He’s very big on acts of service.

Forget about opening doors or pulling out chairs for yourself.

He takes being a gentleman very seriously, especially when it comes to you.

But not only is he a gentleman, he’s also a powerful overlord.

So if you ever need anything, be that a new pair of shoes, or getting rid of a particularly nasty demon, consider it done.

Being his closest confidant

We all know that Alastor has many acquaintances, however he falls short on meaningful connections.

He doesn’t let people get too close to him, and it is sort of understandable why.

You are one of the only exceptions to that.

You know more about this man than all of hell combined.

It took a while for him to open up to you, and even longer until he started telling you about his past.

He’s the kind to drop hints about himself and let you figure out the rest.

Trust goes a long way with him, I think he’d be more open to sharing his plans and such with someone that he knows won’t question his every move.

Even so, there’s still a lot that you don’t know about him, but you’ll just have to take what you can.

You can dress however you want… as long as it fits his taste

He’s not all too picky about what you wear.

Contrary to popular belief, he wouldn’t expect you to be in full glam 24/7.

If you like more revealing clothes, well, he’ll just have to make sure that anyone that dares to as much as look at you the wrong way is taken care of.

That being said, looking well put together is a must.

You represent him in a way, and he expects you to look the part.

He can’t have you wandering the streets of hell in rags that not even the lowest sinners would wear.

Absolutely no modern technology allowed

Do I even need to explain this?

He’d rather be safe than sorry when it comes to the possibility of Vox messing with you.

You are never truly alone

Alastor would make sure to accompany you on your outings as much as his schedule allows it.

But let’s be real, he’s a very busy man.

He makes sure that a few of his shadows keep an eye on you though, even in his absence.

I don’t think your personal strength matters in this case, as I’ve mentioned before, there’s very little that this man wouldn’t do for you, especially when it comes to your personal safety.

Lets you get closer to him than anyone else

This time, I’m talking about physical closeness.

We all know that he isn’t big on physical touch.

However, I feel like you could get away with a lot more than others.

When the two of you are walking somewhere, it’s not unusual for him to offer you his arm.

When you’re standing next to him, he sometimes rests his hand on your back, although that is often a subconscious thing.

If you’re having a particularly rough day, he isn’t too opposed to letting you hug him.

You can also get away with laying on his lap sometimes, and if he’s feeling exceptionally gracious, he might even pet your hair.

PDA is definitely a big no-no, on one hand he has an image to protect, but I also just don’t think he’d be too comfortable with showing his more vulnerable side in public.

As for kisses… if you haven’t seen each other in a while, he might greet you with a kiss on your hand, but that’s as far as it ever goes.

He’s not a very touchy-feely person, so if that bothers you… good luck finding someone better than the radio demon ;)

me af tbh lmao

anway, thanks for reading pookies mwah (slash platonic lol)

[joojconverts]

TSM to TS3 Conversion of Random Medieval Garments

A TSM to TS3 conversion compilation of several previously unconverted clothes for all your Sims! I finished this project about two months ago but wanted to save it for a special occasion... and what's more special than a followers' gift? lol. Hope you like it!

This is part ONE of my 2000 followers' gift. Yes, there is more, and it’s coming very soon! :)

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Based on my testing, I haven't found any issues with the clothes. They mostly use the same bone assignment system, and the only difference is how TSM handles skirts, which I adapted for TS3. If you come across anything, please let me know!

LIGHTING GLITCHES ONLY APPEAR ON CAS! (THE BURNT PAJAMAS LOOK ESPECIALLY BAD THERE)

* Note that teens and elders have neck gaps. This is sadly the price for having them available! For teens, try using this and this slider by gruesim! I might convert these for those specific age groups someday, but for now, I just activated them!

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ALL OG CREDITS GO TO EA AND MAXIS! IT’S NOT MY MESHES, AND IT’S NOT MY TEXTURES, I JUST CONVERTED THEM TO THE SIMS 3!

+ @aprilrainsimblr​ FOR THE EXTRA TEXTURES ON SOME CLOTHES & FOR DOING MOST OF THE WORK IN THE COMMONER WHITE DRESS! THANK YOU SO MUCH APRIL!

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NOTES (PLEASE READ):

As mentioned before, April played a significant role in this project, not only with her support but also with her contributions! The Commoner White Dress was primarily converted by her, and it comes in two versions: the regular one and one with a floor-length skirt! She also added extra presets to certain clothes, such as the Flowing Dress (purple), which has three lace variations! Once again, thank you, April!

IMPORTANT: Except for the burned pajamas for female Sims, you'll need to use the invisible shoes mesh by @danjaley​​, which you can find here! This is because TSM clothes have feet/shoes attached to them!

In the "Making Sims 3 Medieval" server, I saw an idea for making the Altar Necklace outfit (the one with the cross necklace and purple details) more historically accurate, along with directions on how to do it! So, for those who enjoy super realistic medieval gameplay, I included an edit aiming to achieve that, as shown in the preview! It's only available for male Sims. Hope you enjoy it!

The polycount for all the clothes is relatively low, as they were made similar to TS3's clothes. So don't worry about that and use them without hesitation!

All the clothes have 3-4 recolorable channels! They have many overlays, but I hope that won't bother you because I made everything I wanted to recolor recolorable!

These conversions have a different thumbnail style! I wanted to retain the original TSM thumbnails but added my logo to let you know these are mine! Here's an example thumbnail + the collaborative dress between me and April:

Now, to the download!

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Credits and Special Thanks:

@aprilrainsimblr​​ for the extra textures, mesh work, and overall support!

Everybody at the “Making sims 3 medieval” server for the support and idea for the alternative version of the Altar Necklace outfit!

@danjaley​​ for the circle braid hair and the headscarf - here and here

EA and Maxis - The Sims Medieval

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[rey-jake-therapist]

I was sent an ask related to the armor that Sauron *apparently* gifted Galadriel with, in Numenor. Apparently, some people believe that this gift was Sauron love bombing Galadriel. We all have our analyses, I just think this one's wrong.

Proof 1 : we didn't see Sauron give her the armor. We don't even know if it's him who gave her that. I don't know why it suddenly became "canon" that he did. Because Charlie nodded after a producer said the armor was a gift ? That's not how it works, sorry. I like to believe that the armor was a gift from Saurbrand, but what's show!canon is what we see in the show. Nothing more, nothing less.

So why is it a proof ? Because the writers would have wanted us to see him gift her with the armor, and see it as manipulation after the Sauron's reveal. Heck, maybe that's why this scene didn't made the final cut at the end, because they knew that this would be misinterpreted ?

And seriously, I can't see Sauron believe that Galadriel would become codependant of him because he forged her an armor lol This is giving Haladriel a dynamics it doesn't have.

Proof 2: I know what love bombing is, for I had my share of it and the odious behavior that inevitably follows love bombing. Sauron never love bombed Galadriel. He never flattered her, never gave her gifts (except, perhaps, this armor), never promised her anything, never had any "we will do this or that, you'll see it will be fantastic" bs talk. He compared her to a HORSE for god's sake. Galadriel of the Noldor, a horse ! lmao We as the audience saw he couldn't keep his eyes off her, but he never told her she was beautiful (except when he proposes to her, indirectly, when he told her she was "fair as the sea and the sun"). if he ever did love bomb her, it was during his proposal. Before that ? Never.

It's an entire different tactic that Saurbrand uses with Galadriel: "chase me and I flee". From the beginning he shows her he doesn't give a shit about what she wants ("I have other plans, Elf"), and keeps asking her to leave him alone, not very nicely. He also gently lectures her about how she should behave in public ("kneel", "try not to make new enemies"), criticizes her methods and gives her advice... Something that constantly unsettles her because she's not used to that. She's a Elf princess, a commander ! And here goes this little man, this mortal ! who forces her to calm down and listen to something else than her own voice, for once.

THIS is not love bombing by any means. I can tell you who he loved bombed though : Celebrimbor. This relationship was abuse 101 : love bombing, isolating the person from their friends, antagonizing him then saying "I'm sorrryyyyy", another love bombing, gaslighting, emotional violence followed in the end with physical violence... Except for the violence part that I have never been subjected to, I recognized all the patterns. It was quite unsettling, let me tell you, to witness this abuse unfold and think each time, "wow, I've been through that too, but I didn't realize until I got out of it".

Personally, I feel like he made that armor out of a possessive desire to see her wearing something that HE made, so that he can feel validated, but as a manipulation tactic to guilt her into staying by his side? Idk...

I don't think that as arrogant as he is, Sauron believed he could make Galadriel dependant of him just because he offered her an armor 😂 If he did forge this armor, I think he made it as a reconciliation gift of sort. The last scene they shared on screen before the departure to Numenor, they didn't leave on good terms... This gift could be his way to tell her, "Okay, let's do it, let's lead this army together". Of course it wasn't a wedding dress... Strange idea, people think that ?

She obviously lied to Adar about what Sauron promised her. The only thing that Sauron promised Galadriel was to make her a QUEEN, which involves much more than an army. Of course she wouldn't say that to Adar, while she didn't even tell Elrond, her best friend... She is the one who promised Sauron an army, and she indeed, gave him one. I mean at some point people can twist the narrative as much as they want to make it look like she was entirely manipulated by Sauron into giving him an army, it will still be wrong lol Not to mention that it takes away Galadriel's agency.

Did he provoke her, by reminding her constantly that she was "short of an army"? Yep. Did he learn her a few tricks for her to use against Miriel, knowing he would profit from it eventually ? That too. Is he the one who convinced her to recruit an army so they could fight their mutual enemy together? NOPE. She did that on her own.

And the funniest, it's that Galadriel convinced herself that Halbrand was the one who convinced Miriel to send an army in the Southlands. No wonder why she's in such denial in season 2. She's not much different from Sauron in that they both refuse any responsability in their wrongdoing: "He deceived me !" "You chose it, not I !" "I was played like a harp !".

I don't think I ever saw this parallel pointed out...

Source

See these two liars being called out by the people who know better...

It's about time we stop treating Galadriel as an innocent victim who was targeted by the evil villain who played 4D chess with her. She's just not that. Celebrimbor was Sauron's victim, because he had little to no control over what was happening. Sauron did everything to blindsight him, and used all the tactics of the abuser book to get what he wanted from him. And when Celebrimbor resisted, he threatened him, tortured him and murdered him.

He didn't do any of that with Galadriel, who wanted an army to hunt Sauron wayyyyyy before she found him on the raft, or do we forget that too ?

[mewpangxin]

Hopelessness.

( tw: Inappropriate uses for magic. )

A/N: The title can be both to Riddle and you.

Contents: Yandere-ish?, implied obsession, delusional opinions, no one was harmed in this except for the mirror lol.

## Wrath? ##

It should have been obvious with how fond Riddle was with you, he has been hospitable, his laughters, gentleness— it was for you, don't you know?

So can you see when the headmaster told everyone that he managed to find a way for you to go home.

They were incredibly happy for you.

Almost.

Except for someone, he wasn't joyful about it.

Because a certain scarlet haired dorm leader scowled with lips pursed as he looked back at you.

Why would you wish to return?!

It infuriates him as much as he feels so pained.

“I'm glad you can go back.” He lied through his teeth, this outcome... was detestable! He won't let you be.

Riddle was sick of himself.

You beamed as you hugged him then wandered off to say goodbye to your friends and peers in the college.

That linking transportation to your world.. if he severs it himself, you wouldn't have a say! So isn't it okay for once for him to have this? To have you?

Thoughts about losing you has him on chokehold.

“I'll be going during midnight because the preparations have to take some time.”

This caught him off guard as he listened to you.

“ ...Is that so... ? ”

He said with an idea reverberated in his head, his mind spinning in circles to connect a maneuver.

“You're my closest partner so.. I'll miss you.”

You responded back as he acknowledged.

Miss him?

Please I say since that was not stopping him.

“You're.. you're leaving so soon?”

The pleasantries he made was to cover up to his bodeful demeanor he intended to do with you.

Maybe.. maybe.. it's fine to have you hate him.

Anything.. but you slipping away from him!

•━━━━༻❝ ♥️ ❞༺ ━━━━•

Hours prior before you came to the room, he was with a staff in his hands and he gripped it in his.

“I should hurry up before they show up here.”

Riddle has been careful, no one else noticed he was at said place, the housewarden for Heartslabyul.

His heart hammered inside his chest.

Crack.

Smashing the mirror to bits and parts as the reflection in the shards that flew by was bleak.

His face has a crazed smile creeping on his lips.

Riddle crouched down on one knee to examine, his maddening gaze sweeping thoroughly at his work.

“It's not.. they can recover it, I need to have it in complete ruins, ashes.. however I could with this.”

O how disturbed you'd be of him.

Riddle was done with being a nice person for you.

•━━━━༻❝ ♥️ ❞༺ ━━━━•

The wail puts a malicious gleam on his expression as you were so, so distraught with his masterpiece.

He supposed he went too overboard with this.

Burning that object to cinders was much, wasn't it?

Your tears stained face has him pitied you as he slowly goes to you, as if he wasn't malevolent.

“Prefect? What could be the dilemma for you?”

Riddle asked with a sincere apology as he gazed.

"The.. m-mirror....! It's.. it's...”

Destroyed? Out of commission? Useless for you?

“Shh, don't cry.”

Riddle hushed you with his gloved finger.

By all means, it fills him with elation that you allowed him to hold you. You didn't realize he did this to you.

Was this suitable for a housewarden like him?

No, it wasn't!

“H-Housewarden Rosehearts..”

“How many times must I say this? You can call me Riddle.” You were too dazed to understand him.

He took a moment to fix your hood, he may favor you, however you weren't excused from this.

Dress code was a part of basic decency.

“You are to be in Heartslabyul.”

And do you have the guts to say to him otherwise?

[wavypotatochips]

Could you maybe write an imagine with a reader being smart but shy and working in business or finance. Anyways she is in an established relationship with Kylian and doesn't fit in with a lot of the other influencer WAGs. She's a little uncomfortable at first, but slowly tries to changer herself, because she wants to be better for Kylian, but he notices and doesn't like the changes and comforts her about it. It's angst and fluff.

I totally get if it's too specific, you can change whatever. Thank You!!

𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kylian Mbappe x Female Reader

Word Count : 1.8k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: Thank you so much for requesting!! Of course I can do that for you :)! And so sorry for the long wait, college had ya girl in a chokehold lol. I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads MIGHT mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

As a highly accomplished and respected businesswoman in the finance industry, you have a commanding presence and a track record of achieving outstanding results. Your unwavering confidence in your abilities, combined with your extensive knowledge and experience, has made you a true powerhouse in the workplace. Your remarkable success is reflected in the level of compensation you receive, which is a testament to your exceptional skills and expertise. You have worked tirelessly to establish your reputation as a leader in your field, and you have never shied away from taking bold risks and making difficult decisions to drive your business forward. Your unwavering commitment to excellence, coupled with your ability to inspire and motivate others, has earned you the admiration and respect of your peers and colleagues. You are a true trailblazer, blazing a path for other women to follow and proving that anything is possible with hard work, dedication, and a little bit of grit.

However, your personal life is a different story. 

Although you exude confidence in your professional role, you are naturally introverted and reserved. You've always struggled with socializing and making friends, which has made dating difficult. That is, until you met Kylian Mbappe, a famous futebol player known for his speed and agility on the field. You and Kylian hit it off immediately and soon became inseparable. However, being in a relationship with a celebrity comes with its own challenges, and you find yourself feeling uncomfortable around some of the other influencer WAGs (Wives and Girlfriends). You felt like you didn't fit in with their flashy personalities and extravagant lifestyles, and worried that Kylian might be embarrassed by your shyness.

 Many of these women are outgoing and extroverted, always vying for attention and trying to one-up each other. They were always dressed in the latest designer fashion and wore expensive jewelry. You, on the other hand, were more comfortable in simple outfits and preferred to spend your money on experiences rather than material possessions. You couldn't help but feel self-conscious around them. 

One day you progressively began attempting to alter yourself in order to better blend in with them. You started wearing more designer clothes and going to more events and even started buying more expensive jewelry to match the other WAGs' looks, hoping that the changes will make you feel more comfortable around them. At first, it felt uncomfortable, but you thought it was worth it if it meant making Kylian happy. 

As Kylian observed your changing appearance and demeanor, he struggled to understand how to react. It was only when he noticed that your personality had started to shift that he mustered up the courage to ask if everything was okay. Despite your assurance that everything was fine, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

 One night, you were at a party with the other WAGs, and they were all talking about their latest shopping sprees and exotic vacations. You attempted to join in, but your voice was drowned out by their raucous laughter and non-stop chatter. You felt like a wallflower, and the isolation was beginning to take its toll on you.

As the night wore on, the sense of not belonging intensified. Normally, you'd be with Kylian, indulging in a plate of cheesy fries or some other guilty pleasure. But tonight, you found yourself stuck with the girls, sipping champagne and struggling to get a word in edgewise. Every time you opened your mouth, someone would talk over you or dismiss your words with laughter. Finally fed up, you made an excuse and slipped out of the group, stepping outside to catch your breath.

Despite being separated from Kylian for most of the evening, his gaze was fixed on you throughout the night. He was chatting with Hakimi, but he quickly excused himself when he saw you slip away from the group of girls and head outside.

As you step out of the crowded ballroom, you take a deep breath of fresh air, trying to clear your mind from the overwhelming sensations of the party. Your head is spinning with thoughts, doubts, and insecurities that you've been trying to suppress all night. You feel a sudden pang of guilt for leaving Kylian behind, but you can't bear to face him yet. You know he'll ask you what's wrong, and you're not sure you can handle that question without breaking down.

But as you turn to head back inside, you see Kylian standing by the door, his arms folded and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. He's wearing a sharp tuxedo and a hint of cologne, his black hair in waves and his brown eyes piercing. He looks like a movie star, confident and elegant, the kind of man who belongs in a place like this. And then there's you, in your simple dress and flats, with minimal makeup and jewelry. You feel like a fish out of water, like you don't belong here.

Kylian notices you and walks over, his expression softening as he approaches you. He places a hand on your shoulder and looks at you with a mixture of tenderness and frustration.

"Hey, what's going on? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice low and gentle.

You avoid his gaze, feeling a lump in your throat. You don't want to burden him with your problems, but you also can't keep pretending that everything is fine.

"I'm sorry," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I just needed to...get some air. I'm fine, really."

Kylian shakes his head, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "No, you're not. You've been acting strange all night, and you keep avoiding me. You're lying to me, and I don't like that. What's going on?"

You feel a surge of anger and frustration at his words. You want to tell him everything, to unleash all your pent-up emotions and grievances, but you're afraid of what he'll think of you. You're afraid he'll see you as weak, needy, or inferior. You're afraid he'll realize that you're not the kind of woman he deserves, the kind of woman who can keep up with his fame, fortune, and status.

But before you can say anything, Kylian steps closer to you, his eyes locking onto yours. He takes your hand and pulls you gently towards him, his other arm wrapping around your waist. You feel his warmth and strength enveloping you, and you can't help but melt into his embrace.

"Y/N, listen to me," he says, his voice firm but soothing. "I know something is bothering you, and I want you to tell me. I'm here for you, no matter what. You don't have to pretend with me, or hide your feelings. I love you, just the way you are, and nothing can change that."

You look up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. You know he's right, that you can't keep lying to him, or to yourself. You take a deep breath and let it out, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.

"It's...it's just that...I feel like I don't fit in with them," you admit, your head against his chest. "The other girls, they're so...outgoing, flashy, and...perfect. And I'm not. I'm not as confident, or glamorous, or...worthy. I feel like I'm not good enough for you."

Kylian pulls back from the hug, his hand tilting your chin up so that you're looking directly into his eyes.

"Y/N, don't ever say that," he says, his voice firm but gentle. "You are more than good enough for me, and for anyone. You are smart, kind, funny, and beautiful, inside and out. You don't have to be like anyone else, or compare yourself to them. You are unique, and that's what makes you special. And I love you for who you are, not for what you wear, or how you act, or what others think of you. You are my partner, my best friend, my soulmate, and nothing can change that. So please, don't ever doubt yourself, or your worth. You are perfect, just the way you are."

You look at him, feeling a mix of emotions. You're grateful for his words, his support, his love. You're also ashamed of your insecurities, your fears, your jealousy. You know he deserves better than that, than you. You want to be better, for him, for yourself.

"I'm sorry," you say, your voice barely audible. "I didn't mean to...I didn't want to...disappoint you."

Kylian strokes your cheek, wiping away your tears, his eyes softening.

"You could never disappoint me," he says, his voice reassuring. "You are my everything, and I wouldn't want you to change a thing. Just be yourself, and let me love you, the way you deserve to be loved."

You nod, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. You realize that you don't have to pretend, or hide, or be someone else. You can be yourself, and that's enough.

"Thank you," you say, your voice more confident. "For everything. For being here, for understanding, for loving me."

Kylian smiles, his lips brushing against yours.

"Always," he whispers, before kissing you tenderly.

You melt into the kiss, feeling his love and warmth enveloping you. It's like all your worries and doubts disappear, and all you can feel is the love you share with Kylian.

As you break the kiss, you look at him, feeling more at ease.

"I'm sorry again," you say, your voice apologetic. "I didn't mean to take my frustration out on you."

Kylian shakes his head, a small smile on his lips.

"It's okay," he says. "I understand. We all have our moments of insecurity and doubt. The important thing is to talk about it, and not let it fester inside. So, if you ever feel like you're not fitting in, or not good enough, just talk to me. I'm here for you, always."

You smile, feeling grateful for his support and understanding. You know that you can count on him, no matter what.

"Thank you," you say, your voice sincere. "I'm lucky to have you."

Kylian chuckles, his hand caressing your cheek.

"The feeling is mutual," he says. "I'm the lucky one to have you in my life. You make everything better, brighter, and more beautiful."

You blush, feeling your heart swell with love and joy.

"I love you," you say, your voice soft.

Kylian smiles, his eyes sparkling.

"I love you more. Now are you ready to go back inside and attack the dessert bar??? I saw they had funnel cake sticks" he says, his voice playful. You both laugh as you nod and smile, feeling happy and content.

 You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but with Kylian by your side, you feel ready to face them, and overcome them, together.

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If You Love Me

Inspired by: "If you love me (really love me)" By Brenda Lee

Summary: "It doesn’t matter if the world is going to shit, I have you. That’s all that matters. The best part, eternity is forever."

~This one was kinda difficult cause the song has already cameoed in the Loki Series Lol 

Requester: @eleniblue

Rating: R (dark) 

You couldn’t remember the last time your body had truly relaxed on it’s own. Or when home felt like home. Or when you were able to feed yourself. Sleep by yourself.. or that you were able to see anything else beyond your bedroom.

Locked.

But why?

You were the only one who knew, that’s why. As the people mourned and dedicated the fallen second prince of Asgard, you stayed upon the balcony with the truth screaming in your mind that he was right there amongst them.

Odin.

Loki wasn’t dead.. not really.. perhaps dead to you, this wasn’t the god you had fallen in love with long ago.. he was kind, a gentleman, he lied- yes, but to keep a cruel joke running for this long? ..this wasn’t your Loki..

The announcement had spread that Thor was to set out to repair the nine realms while the news came back that amongst his last heroic mission, Loki had been killed. All father didn’t seem to be as.. broken as you were, to have lost your lover. Perhaps its because he’s seen death so many times, but to not crumble when your son is to never return home? He was heartless.. or so you thought.

Wasted tears.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later, you had found yourself locked in your chambers with the rumors that you were plotting against the king. Lies! Word was to be believed that no one was in here, that the door was to remain a memory chamber and will be honored by no one entering.

Except one.

You were furious- furious to find out Loki had lied all this time about being dead, by impersonating Odin, by keeping all this from you of all people. On top of that, people believed you were in Asgard’s dungeons this whole time for treason! Loki tried to be accommodating, being the one to show up with food under the illusion of a chamber maid claiming she was ordered by the king to check on the ‘Memorial Chamber’ daily. He had you stay busy by tending to your own room, taking on the duty of a maid to yourself.

You had throw yourself at him, tried to hurt him, beg him, talk with him, but it all ended the same. He was more powerful than you, and shooed you off as no more than a fly while you tried to reason with him instead. One time, he had left you bound until you could control yourself to his liking.

Magic.

No one could hear. No one could see him enter, even in his disguise. No questions if there are no sightings. No sign of Thor returning anytime soon, or at least that is what you could hear by your constantly straining over the balcony. You had almost fallen that day until Loki had the idea to keep your ankle literally shackled so that you had room to roam anywhere until you are stopped just near the edge.

Prisoner.

You beat a fist against the railing in frustration, hating how your life has turned out, how the one you loved has obsessively locked you away for nothing but to hear him vent and fuck. In another life perhaps, you would be happy with that. Making love and sharing your hearts to each other. Yet a whole different perspective opens up when you find yourself limited with the feeling of choice being ripped away.

The sound of a door opening came from behind you but you didn’t bother to turn around. You knew who it was. The gentle breeze brushed threw your hair and dress as you looked down below the city, your eyes hardly focusing when your.. ex lover’s scent filled your nostrils in an intoxicating way. You hated him for still being attractive to your senses, but a monster to your eyes.

‘’what do you want?” you said coldly.

The feeling of two slender hands came around your hips, wrapping around your waist before they pulled you half a step back to rest against something solid behind you. With Loki, everything was solid.

‘’I’ve come to see how you are fairing, as I always do.’’ Loki said gently, pressing his nose into your hair with an inhale and you immediately felt his body relax. He needed this.

‘’and every time is the same answer.’’ You say coldly and Loki paused, stiffening a little as his tone gave you a warning.

‘’darling.. we’ve talking about th-‘’

‘’fuck. Off.’’ You snapped, jerking your body out of his grip to turn and face him. your icy stare did nothing to make him sigh, straightening to his full height as he put on the mask of a ruler, not of a lover.

‘’your Midgardian tongue still takes over you, I would hope after all these years of Asgard you would begin to forget it’s foul language.’’

‘’my whole life spent on Asgard will not erase the memories in which I came.’’ You snapped, your body tense as you stood in a defense position. Not that it would do you any good, the shackle limited your space and he was still much more powerful as he looked down his nose at you.

‘’I can fix that.’’ He threatened, the promise to wipe your mind with magic meant to scare you as you took a small step back. He merely laughed, showing he was merely jesting but you didn’t take his cruel jokes well as you looked away from him.

‘’..what do you want.. really..’’

Loki seemed to relax then, as if things just got back on track regardless of your demeanor now and felt him scoop your hands into his with a grip that didn’t show him letting go anytime soon. With his silence, you glanced in his eyes to find he was thinking, his gaze cast to the floor while his thumbs rubbed against your skin.

‘’..I’ve come to seek consultation.’’

You raised a brow, more out of the audacity than curiosity while he raised his eyes to look at you. ‘’..about what?”

‘’how Asgard fairs.’’

You almost laugh as you shook your head. ‘’how am I suppose to-‘’

‘’you are limited darling, but you are not stupid.’’ He told you carefully and motioned with the tilt of his chin towards the balcony. ‘’your sight is as good as the Ravens and can tell by just a simple view how our realm fairs. What does it need?”

Your eyes followed his gaze over your shoulder, looking over the realm although it could not see you from the height. You’ve watched every day, and you’ve been reminded how much different it was when Odin was around.. he still refuses to tell you where he is but you deny the idea of him being dead. You knew the answer would give you a negative result, but he wished for truth, from you out of all, which just shows he has lost all whom he cares about, leaving you the last.

‘’it needs.. a ruler.’’

You felt his fingers twitch around your hands, his expression hard but difficult to read as you straightened yourself before him. unafraid.

‘’..explain.’’

‘’..the nine realms lay in ruin, you need to spend more energy out there equally that you do in here.. the people need to be heard and noticed, not just wait for them to come into the palace with their requests. The defenses need to be equally spread out, in all entrances and not just one, that buffoon you had chosen to guard the Bifrost. To. Name. a. few.’’ Your words flowed out of your mouth as if you had practiced day and night for the question to be asked. You knew Loki, perhaps not as much as this one, but you knew deep down he cared for this realm, this home, and that at the end of the day, your words will follow him throughout his tantrums. Even now as his grip tightened every so slightly with his body stiffening.

‘’I am a great kin-‘’

‘’but a crappy leader.’’ Another Midgardian term. One in which had you spinning around so you were pressing up against his chest while his hand moved around you to hold you in place by your waist while his other hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look beyond the balcony.

‘’the sun shines my dear, the people are free to do as they please until the next order is carried out. they weep and attend the memories of my death, they miss me! They finally care.. of course it had to take me gone for them to realize, but upon watching through another’s eyes can be settled as the next best thing. Thor is gone and war does not threaten us.’’ His grip on your jaw tightened, your hands gripping his wrists with a desperate attempt to pry him off but he merely acts like he doesn’t notice. ‘’how, pray tell, am I a crappy leader?”

Your body tensed, but it was far from shaking as you stilled yourself. He never hurt you, he never will. It would seem he just enjoyed driving you crazy as you calmed your mind and shook your head. ‘’war is not hear yet but it will come if you are not ready and stop busying yourself with the pleasure aspects of ruling. They people follow the laws, yes, but sink to their knees only under the tip of a blade-‘’

‘’you believe this world is going to ruin Y/N? let it. I have everything I need, and it’s currently in my grip right now.’’ He hissed, his arm around you waist pulling you tighter against him while your ass feels his bulge press through his pants. Bastard was getting off on this?

‘’I love you, I have you, and will gladly let it happen if it means you are still at my side in the end..’’

‘’but with no choice.’’ You scoff, glancing down at the shackle that held around your ankle.

‘’choice is merely gifted to us by a mistake in the system Y/N.’’ Loki waved his hand. ‘’at the end of the day, war is inevitable. We are powerful, yes, but eventually we will lose, whether we are still alive to see it or not, everyone takes their turn. I have excepted that and will enjoy my turn of winning while I still have it.’’

‘’so.. you just give up on Asgard?” you gawked, wiggling in his grip when it began to feel uncomfortable while his head tilted down and his lips began to press gently at the skin between your shoulder and neck.

‘’Asgard is at peace, and always will be when I am on the throne.’’ He said with calm confidence. ‘’but upon my death some day, it will not matter what this place is, I will not be around to care. Which is why I am prioritizing now what I care about.’’

‘’and.. this is how you treat people you care about?’’ you ask with slight sarcasm in your whisper, reminding him how you’ve been locked away, shackled, your life a lie to other people who think you have betrayed your realm.

You felt him chuckle against you, nuzzling in your hair now as his body relaxed and a hand moving up your body to rest against your clothed breast, squeezing now and again while you squeezed your eyes shut at your body beginning to betray you between your legs.

‘’If the sun should tumble from the skies, if the oceans were to dry up, if the realm was to fall into absolute chaos.. I’d let it happen.. if it means I will still have you..’’ he breathed before letting his other hand from your waist fall and you left his fingers curl a bit, realizing he was pulling the fabric of your dress up.

‘’y-you cant just let others burn for one person-‘’ you whisper, your eyes widening as you begin to feel your body freeze by his words. He loved Asgard.. he’d give it up, turn his back for you?

‘’that is the beautiful tale of a villain darling, in which I’m sure you see myself as..’’

Silence.

‘’a hero, will sacrifice the one he loves to save the world..’’ he whisper, the dress being raised enough for him to move his hand under and his fingers found your center instantly through your panties, making you flinch with a useless hand pulling at his wrist. ‘’but a villain, will sacrifice the world for the one he loves..’’

‘’s-so.. you want to be a villain?” you whisper, your body beginning to shake as he began to stroke you through your panties. His hand was skilled, and you got small hints that his magic helped along as well when you began to already feel the pressure build up.

‘’ I'll do anything you ask. I will bring you a star if you so much breath it darling.. If it seems that everything is lost, I know one thing will not..’’

Your body began to shake, his grip on you making it impossible to pull away as he moved his hand so it can dip inside your dress to properly begin to knead at your globes. You stilled your body as much as you could while your mind began to grow fuzzy and hard to think until it had no choice but to have your head fall back on his shoulder.

Every time.. he always seemed to win like this in the end..

‘’let me go then.. if you love me..’’

‘’I cannot preform something I’m incapable of doing darling.. it would mean losing you..’’

‘’but if you love me.. really love me..’’

‘’I do love you darling.. so very.. very much..’’ with each word, he seemed to emphasize with the stroke of his fingers, small tight circles where your clit was as your back began to arch. How the hell was he so good at this even through your clothes??

‘’because I know your body darling..’’ he smirked and you tried to glare.

‘’you told me you wouldn’t read it anymore..’’ you warned him, breathy as your hand gripped his wrist, not sure if your body wanted to pull him away or to keep it there.

‘’but you have such a beautiful mind darling, so many thoughts and ideas.. even the naughty ones..’’ he smirked, going faster as your eyes fluttered.

‘’perhaps in the past.. before all-‘’

‘’even now darling. I know you hate me, but you love me for it as well..’’ he smirked, nipping at your earlobe as he could tell you were getting close. ‘’even at last our life on this realm is through.. you and I will share eternity.. forever..’’ he breathed, grinding his bulge against your rear while your thighs began to shake and press around his hand.

‘’I h-hate you-‘’

‘’you hate what I’ve done, but never me..’’ he smirked, licking at your soft spot by your ear before he smirked against your neck. ‘’cum..’’

A gasp left your lips while your body snapped, your orgasm rushing over as you shook and clenched around nothing while his fingers still stroked against your cunt. You hunched forward, almost losing balance if his arm didn’t wrap around you and turn you around, making you fall against his chest with his lips capturing yours.

You moaned against his lips, eyes closed while you relished in the loving and passionate act while his finger tangled themselves in your hair with his arm holding you steady around your waist. You didn’t realize once your high was over that he had backed you both into the bedroom again and once he broke the kiss, he gently pushed you back so you could fall onto the mattress with a light bounce.

‘’I’d love to stay and ravish you properly darling but I will be missing a very important play set to be put on this afternoon.’’ He suddenly said while you caught your breath and looking up at him with wide eyes.

‘’w-wha-‘’

‘’I will return love, do resist touching yourself until I have a chance to do it’’ he smirked and straightened his clothes out, a business like attitude washing over him as if he were talking to a client while he strode over to the door. ‘’I’m sure you will appreciate an afternoon of not being tied to the headboard again.’’

‘’f-fuck y-‘’

‘’language darling, we’ll just have to work on that matter over dinner.’’ He tsked before a familiar flash came to his eyes, making you blink and look away before in the corner of your eye you saw his new form leave you behind with the shut of the door.

Odin. 

DM a song for your own Loki Musical Mischief One Shot :D

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Note: Lets not forget THIS while we're on the subject XD

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Sneaky Snuggles

Pairing: Spencer Reid x male!reader

Description: y/n is woken up to a surprise of his boyfriend being home- despite the fact that his case was supposed to run at least another day or two.

warnings: fluff, possible swearing

Flufftober day 15: Early morning/morning after

A/N: this is gonna be more similar to a blurb lol but it's a cute idea none the less, also its kinda more based around spencers feelings abt y/n, not actual interaction between spencer and y/n

The twinkling lights of the city in the distance were visible through the windows of Y/n and Spencer's apartment. They had been living together for 6 months now, and were starting to get into a routine- a rhythm of sorts. Y/n did most of the household work, and Spencer did the errands and helped out when he could- except for cooking. Y/n would rather die then let Spencer cook them anything. And because of all the housework y/n took care of for him, he took any chance he got to thank y/n and spend time with him. Just like right now, or I guess last night.

Spencer's leather messenger bag had been dropped unceremoniously on the floor next to the entrance of the apartment, long since forgotten for the warmth and comfort of a shower and a cuddle with his boyfriend. But- again being ever grateful to his boyfriend, Spencer decided to let him get as much sleep as possible- which included trying not to wake him up by the sound of the shower faucet running at 2:30 am in the morning. To remedy this problem Spencer took the time to close both the door of the bathroom, but also the door to their shared bedroom. And as the boiling hot water cascaded over Spencer's naked form, he almost fell asleep right there, standing under the hot water. But he kept himself awake just long enough to get dressed and climb into bed with his lover. He decided that his dental hygiene could wait until morning, when he wouldn't fall asleep standing up. 

The warm covers and his lovers warm embrace after a tough case welcomed him with open arms. Spencer slid under the covers and gently took y/n in his arms, careful not to wake him up from his peaceful slumber. In the moments before sleep welcomed him for the first time in a while, Spencer took the time to admire y/ns peaceful expression. His lips formed a small, chapped smile. Y/ns eyes were always chapped during the winter. And if the snow outside their window was any indication, y/ns lips really needed some chapstick. Spencer admired y/ns eyes- which were moving back and forth rapidly, almost twitching- and Spencer wondered what he was dreaming about. And that was his last thought before his eyes closed and his body sunk into the mattress, content with his life. 

The light streaming into the small bedroom woke y/n from his slumber, and he unconsciously snuggled deeper into his boyfriends chest, hoping for even a tiny bit more warmth on the chilly December morning- though, the poorly insulated walls didn’t help either. When y/n woke up enough to speak, he said “mm, good morning spence.. wait spence-“ y/n didn’t remember falling asleep in his arms the night before, but he wasn’t complaining about waking up in them either. Spencer chuckled at y/n’s delayed response to his appearance, before answering y/n’s question without having him having to ask it, one of the perks of being together so long. 

“i got home around 2:30 last night, and i didn’t want to wake you up so i just slid into bed”

spencers tone was gentle and hushed, his voice still gravelly from waking up only minutes ago. 

“mm, you sneaky snuggler, you weren’t supposed to be home for at least another 2 days…”

Y/n jokingly shouldered him in the chest, and spencer leaned down to reach y/ns lips, and placed a loving kiss on them.

And thats how y/n and spencer started their morning, and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Y/n loved his boyfriend to death and didn’t mind going to sleep in an empty bed every night if he got to wake up in one with him.

The End 

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Hi, this is my first time requesting anything on this site holy fuck.

could you write a Sukuna x M!Reader? it's a struggle finding any lol. I don't really have anything specific in mind but it would be cool to read a fic where he's not to OOC and lowkey treats the reader like shit, but it's completely up to you hehe

I am so sorry this took so long! I re-wrote this like ten times before finally deciding to just keep it simple and spicy!

Be warned: This is Sukuna people, it toes a line, it gets suggestive, no actual smut though. Proceed at your own risk.

You groaned, reluctant to be awake at this hour, much less to the sound of someone sneaking into your room. Again.

'Dude, it's like 8:30, what're you doing in bed?'

You cracked one eye open, scowling at the pink haired vessel stood over your bed. He had no idea what the hellspawn he hosts does to you after dark.

Yuuji has total control of his body, most of the time, except, as you've learned, if he sleeps too deeply. Sukuna can occasionally slip through, and though he can't go running wild and waking up Yuuji, he can, and will make his way to your room, and keep you awake until all hours.

You won't be telling Yuuji about this because the poor guy would trip over his own guilt, so this leaves you here, sleep deprived at eight in the fucking morning.

'Sleeping, what's it look like?'

'If you don't get up Gojo-sensei's gonna come poor water on you again.'

You whined, driving your head into the pillow before reluctantly throwing the covers off yourself. 'Fine fine, stave off the blindfold demon.'

Yuuji chuckled, throwing your uniform at you, followed by an apple. 'Just hurry up, you promised Maki you'd spar with her today.'

'Oh fuck!'

Eyes wide, you dressed in a panic, hoping the adrenaline would help wake you up. Sparring with Maki is not something to be half asleep for. Never mind that you only had ten minutes to meet her.

Yuuji rolled his eyes, throwing an apple at you next, oblivious to the fact that he's the reason you've been struggling to be a functional human being.

He's also the only reason you manage to get to any one class these days, so as far as you're concerned, he evens out his evil twin pretty well.

'You were impressive this morning.'

A sigh left your lips, spitting into the basin as you hurriedly finished brushing your teeth. 'Evening to you too, your majesty.'

'Attitude, brat.' Sukuna purred, his claws brushing across your bare back, watching the shivers shoot down you spine and the gooseflesh ride in his wake. 'Why you bother covering up during the day is beyond me.'

'I'm well aware of your opinions on shirts, Sukuna.'

Slowly, you turned to face him, wary of any sudden moves the curse may interpret as an attack. He's half naked, as usual.

His upper lip curled in a sneer, sharp teeth almost reflecting the moonlight pouring in through your window. 'Ridiculous things, how you fight in them is beyond me.'

'Is that true? Or you just wanna show off?'

Over the weeks that Sukuna's been paying you these night-time visits, you've grown desensitised to the danger you're actually in. You know you'd be dead if he wanted you dead, so why not have a little fun with it?

The curse's grin could have swallowed you whole, his hand suddenly clasped around your throat, forcing you to his eye level with his other hand digging into the flesh of your back, leaving you to wonder of he drew blood.

'You like what you see, twisted little brat.' His breath fanned your face, presence looming over you. You can feel the power rolling off him in waves, power you couldn't possibly rival. You were helpless compared to this creature.

So why go out crying?

A smile curled your lips even as he restricted the air in your lungs, making your head feel floaty. 'I'm starting to think you do too. You haven't killed me yet, bastard curse.'

Sukuna laughed, and now, you're sure he's drawn blood, you can feel it sliding down the curve of your back in tiny rivulets from where his nails broke your soft skin.

'You don't have the power to back up this kind of foolishness, boy!' He snapped.

Your heart stuttered with the growl in his voice, and despite any kind of better judgement, you melted into it further.

'Then why come here every night?'

'Why haven't you told the sorcerer?' Sukuna countered, his grin turned knowing. 'The brat, the Six Eyes, any one of them could stop me from doing this, you've had ample chance, and you've told, no one.'

You averted your eyes, ears growing warm as Sukuna eased his grip, only to yank your head back by your hair, teeth and tongue assaulting your neck.

This. This is why you've told no one. Gojo would know in an instant that you'd let the King of Curses in your pants, or worse, Sukuna would tell everyone himself, and you couldn't stand that kind of embarrassment, even if the choice had been amazing sex, or die.

Sukuna laid you out on your bed, stealing the breath from your lungs as he nipped at your ear lobe.

'You'll tell no one brat, because you're mine now.'