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[me4n]

[undiscovered-horizon]

[Mihawk prefers to keep work and his private life separate. On one rare occasion when these two have to comingle, Mihawk is rather upset at the attention you attract.]

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When Mihawk said "It will be just a moment, my dear", you didn't think the issue would take more than half an hour. Yet here you are, two hours after he had left you in a fussy lounge in the back of Midnight Grove...

...and not a Dracule Mihawk in sight.

You let out an exasperated sigh and take another sip of your mai tai. The band is playing yet another song that sounds vaguely identical to the previous one. Similarly, the mob of other patrons seems to be merging into one, murky background of blurry figures in your eyes. Being used to the peaceful yet refined companionship of Mihawk, the aura of Midnight Grove is beyond unbearable.

Mindlessly playing with a coaster featuring a howling wolf, you don't notice a Marine cadet approaching you.

"I'm afraid I have to arrest you, my lady."

The unexpected and, frankly, unwelcome comment makes you look up from the devilishly fascinating coaster. Your eyes fall on a well-built man with long hair and a smug expression. The glint in his brown eyes makes you tense up in discomfort.

"Excuse me?" you ask him, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

The cadet gives you a bad parody of a flirtatious smile. "You look too beautiful," he purrs out.

You can't help but laugh. Somehow, you're undecided whether his pick-up disgusts or amuses you or maybe both. Perhaps his audacity forced a laugh out of you - the ring on your fourth finger is neither modest nor simple. Considering how the large gem in the golden band shone in the low light of the Midnight Grove, even a blind man could tell from a mile away that you are anything but single.

"Anyone waiting for you at home?" he continues his rather poor attempt at flirting.

With a casual flick of your wrist, you toss the coaster on the table. Feeling both curious and entertained, you decide to play along - for now, at least. "Why are you asking, sailor boy?" you question before taking another sip of your drink. The ice has melted and the diluted drink now tastes mostly of old freezer.

"He must be mighty jealous about you. And considering the gold you're wearing," he makes a point of staring at your cleavage, "a millionaire, too."

"Oh, this?" You look down at the necklace of jewels and pearls. A memory flashes before your eyes, suddenly remembering Mihawk's face, barely visible in candlelight as he clasps the jewellery around your neck, telling you sweet things only men in romance novels tend to say. "Yes, it's a gift from someone. I'm sure you know him," you tell the Marine cadet in a casual tone, already imagining how hilarious his face of terror will be when he realizes whose spouse he's been trying to woo. "Tall, yellow eyes, a rather large sword and...

"Awfully annoyed at your impertinence, boy."

The low, guttural voice laced with withheld anger makes both of you look away. There, standing right behind the cadet, is Mihawk himself. Part of his large physique blocks the scarce lighting, making him look significantly more insidious. In the twilight of the Midnight Grove, with fury burning in his eyes, Mihawk appears closer to a demon than a man.

Although the room is dark, you can clearly see the way the cadet's blood draws from his face and the way his eyes are suddenly bigger than an owl's. He scrambles to his feet, almost falling off his chair. Then, muttering apologies and promises of better behaviour, the young Marine runs off only to disappear in the crowd of Midnight Grove's patrons.

Mihawk's eyes follow the youngling for a moment.

"I should have him strung up and killed," he says more to himself than you.

"Or," you speak up, a playful smile curling your lips, "you could sit down, have a drink with your beautiful wife and gloat about the fact that you're the only man to undress her."

You might just be a witch because the change in his demeanour is instant. There is still something wild in his bright, yellow eyes but it's not bloodthirst or anger anymore. You notice how he glances at the ring and the necklace, admiring his own signs of "ownership". One would think they're big enough to send the message. Alas, some people just refuse to receive it.

"You have me convinced," Mihawk says as he sits down next to you.

[eloves-writes]

How do you feel about Virgin!Reader x Coryo where reader wheres a purity ring and Coryo thinks it is adorable and one day she just hands it to him on a chain and he immediately gets the hint and is like “Are you sure?!?!”

anon i read this before i left for college this morning and have genuinely been kicking my feet and giggling ALL DAY.

mdni, 18+ content under the cut

you had worn your purity ring since the day you turned thirteen, vowing to stay pure until the ring was replaced by a wedding band. it had been easy throughout your teen years to maintain these vows, as none of the capitol boys were particularly alluring to you at all- until your first day at the university, when coriolanus snow arrived back from his peace-keeping summer in the districts. his hair had been buzzed and grown back out, his blond curls starting to return but he wasn’t the same man who mentored the songbird girl in the hunger games. he was dripping with ambition and a thirst for power, and it was attractive in a way that almost scared you. somehow, you had lucked out and gotten his attention, and by graduation your lives had intertwined in every way except one.

coriolanus didn’t mind waiting for you, because he knew that it would be worth it to be the only person who would ever touch you. sure, it was difficult at times when all he wanted to do was rip your clothes from your body and fuck you sensless, but he could wait. he was a patient man.

but you couldn’t wait any longer. your own fingers, though they felt sufficiently sinful, could only do so much. the thought of coriolanus between your thighs was not enough; you needed him to finally touch you. make you his. mark you in a way that couldn’t be covered and wear your purity ring around his neck as a trophy.

you mindlessly played with the gold chain between your fingers as you stood outside coriolanus’ study, drawing up the confidence to knock. it wasn’t that you were scared; just nervously excited in a way that was new to you.

“come in,” corio’s voice spoke from inside.

you opened the door tentatively, a subconscious smile on your face when you saw the man sat at his desk working away. “how did you know i was there?”

corio continued to write as he replied. “i could just sense your presence, my love.”

after a moment of silence, he put down his pen and looked up at you. “to what do i owe the pleasure darling?”

“i have a gift for you,” you responded, trying to sound normal as if you weren’t about to give yourself up to the man.

coriolanus narrowed his eyes at you in friendly suspicion. “you’re giving me a gift? how the tables turn.”

it was true that he liked to shower you with gifts, from bouquets of roses to dresses to intricately expensive jewellery.

you playfully rolled your eyes, walking over to his desk and placing the chain in his outstretched hand. he took a moment to inspect the necklace, delicately fingering the pendant.

he knew what it was in seconds. he had spent many hours over the last few years staring at your hands, this simple gold ring sitting pretty on your dainty fingers. and you were gifting it to him. which meant it was no longer on your dainty fingers, which could only mean one thing.

corio placed it on his desk and stood in front of you, a solemn expression on his face. “are you sure?”

it wasn’t how you had expected him to react. “yes, corio. i’m sure.”

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, gazing into your eyes with equal love and lust.

“thank god.”

suddenly, his mouth was on yours, and though you had kissed him many times before, there was a profound urgency now that ignited something deep inside of you, hotter and more fervid than you’d ever felt alone in your bed at night.

you were on your back on corio’s silk sheets, pleasure coarsing through your vains as he drove himself into your tight pussy. his pace was reserved as he tried not to overwhelm you, but you felt so fucking good that he thought himself a saint for not snapping his hips as fast and hard as he possibly could. the feeling of snow on top of you, your bare bodies pressed together as if you would die should you not be touching every inch of one another, his cock filling you and hitting your g spot with every thrust. your warm virgin cunt squeezing him tightly as if you were trying to hold him there forever. it was well worth the wait, losing yourself completely in his filthy, beautiful words. drunk with pleasure and corio and love and his mouth on your neck and his cum spilling inside of you.

[targaryenluvs]

Hii! I saw that you like au's so i ask if you can make a time travel au?

Where the modern reader goes to their time and meets simon, he falls in love and asks her to marry him but she gets weirded out bcs she is still so young and doesnt plan on having children.

Dark-ish plsss? 🥺

Totaly get it if you dont want to write it, up to you 🌹

Thank you

(this was pretty short but here!)

warnings: darkish simon? young reader (16ish since she’s young but nothing happens!! pushy and possessive simon, implied fem!reader and poc!reader MADE UP ROYAL NAMES IDK HOW IT WORKS

notes: (my writing usually tends to lean towards an indian reader i’m sorry i don’t even realise when i do it 😭) i’m going to make a part two and post it tomorrow since i actual love this idea!!! you’ll meet simon!

Infatuation

summary: the one where you somehow travelled into your favourite tv show along with your family. and as you debut in society, you catch the eye of a certain duke.

part ii

shonda rimes was nothing short of a goddess in your eyes for her casting abilities.

you’d been obsessed with the books ever since they came out and the second you’d heard of it being picked up by netflix you screamed so loud your family thought you’d died.

it was the release day of the first season and you had to meditate before watching since your heart was absolutely running hundreds of miles inside.

you’d settled into bed, had your favourite snacks to your side and your emotional support water bottle clutched in your arms as you pressed play.

you’d overestimated the power of meditation to calm you down, and underestimated the power of warm cocoa.

you’d dosed off after the second episode, and you were aware of it as it happened. the sounds of your favourite show lulled you to sleep and you’d never felt happier.

but after a while, you’d realised the sounds never really faded away, they became, stronger?

the sounds of the bickering bridgertons echoed through your head, preventing further sleep.

what the fuck?

as you opened your eyes, you felt, energised.

and as you rolled over you couldn’t believe your eyes.

daphne bridgerton by your side?

“y/n, are you alright?” she questioned as she closed her book, giving her undivided attention towards you.

you reeled your shock back in as you cleared your throat, “uhm, yes, i’m alright. where are we?” daphne smiled at the question, “we’re at my home.”

you nodded as you took it in, you fell asleep last night in your own bed and woke up in your favourite book, great!

this was quite literally the epitome of all of your daydreams and you couldn’t believe it was happening. you took into account that if you were with daphne you were most likely good friends with the bridgertons, you looked down and saw your nightgown, definitely not the same pjs you wore to bed, your hair was in a braid, and-

“since you’re finally awake, let’s get ready. i’ll send the maids in! i’m so excited and nervous for today y/n/n. this is our day!” she gushed as she allowed the maids in.

our day? this most likely meant that this was starting of like the first episode. oh god, you were going to meet everyone. anthony, benedict, violet- oh god you loved violet.

the next hour was a blur, maids everywhere, millions of dresses, hair pieces, jewellery sets and so on. you’d settled on a (obviously) white dress, with a diamond like waist details, puffy sleeves, gold details/flecks around the sleeves, a tiara, bracelets and a sweet yet simple necklace. daphne had on a similar dress, but the details were different and she wore a feather in her hair.

gods, she looked amazing. the two of you stood in the middle of the mirror, clutching eachothers arms as maids touched up your hair. “you look phenomenal sister.” daphne spoke to you admirably. over the hour you realised many things, the two of you had been friends since kids despite your age gap, your mothers being the best of friends and the same for your fathers, and since hers passed the two of your families had only grown closer.

your own family were very well-known amongst the ton. your father, being marquess of anderton, lord y/f/n l/n and your mother, lady y/m/n l/n, and your brothers, eldest son, earl of anderton lord b/n, and lord b/n. then you, the youngest, lady y/n l/n.

your brothers were also best friends with the bridgerton brothers, your eldest and daphnes, your second with benedict and colin due to their shared/similar responsibilities as second/third sons. but they all got along, nothing happened in the bridgerton family without you knowing and nothing happened on yours vice versa.

you all usually visited eachother whenever, living not too far from eachother. your town home being larger than theirs, and anderton being an three hour ride from london, your country estate being much larger. you were wealthy as hell and you loved it. not that you weren’t back home, but obviously nothing like this.

you still couldn’t tell if this was a dream. usually in your dreams nothing seemed as realistic as this, and you had free reign of your body, you controlled your body, nothing odd had happened, no floating unicorns, no random nightmares, nothing. all realistic. and despite your age gap of of roughly four years, yourself and daphne got along well, she at first saw you as a younger sister and soon enough, her best friend.

even if it was a dream you’d take as long as you could here.

as the doors opened yourself and daphne stood proud and happy. the nerves dying down after you reassured one another.

your mother and lady bridgerton stood infront, teary eyed. “our girls! you look-” “breathtaking.” anthony cut his mother off as your families stood, shocked.

daphne squeezed your arm as you walked forwards, you were so relieved to see your family looking all the same, just a change in clothes, and it was odd. everyone looked so- regal! somehow your brothers had cleaned up.

“enough fussing! let’s get going now.” daphne spoke as you all made your way down. “are you going to marry a princes sisters?” hyacinth squealed as you and daphne laughed, “i wish! we do not know who we are marrying yet sweet hyacinth, that’s what the social season is for, to meet people, make friends and to meet the person you’ll marry. soon enough you’ll be in our position and you will have a line of suitors waiting for you.” you answered sweetly as she grinned from ear to ear before it was struck down by george.

“don’t lie to her! the men won’t be lining up to get to her they’ll be running to get away!” he joked as hyacinth gasped, “how dare you?!” she shouted as she chased him down the steps. for some reason this all felt, right. you felt like you belonged here. once you’d gotten past the initial shock everything just came to you so easily. the manner of speech, how to act, what to say etc.

maybe it was due to your constant daydreaming of being here but it was so easy.

“kids slow down please! you will hurt yourselves!” your mothers shouted at the same time. you were all one big family and you loved it. it was like double the love, and whilst the bridgertons may not have had their own father with them any longer, your father did his best. he spent time with the brothers and sisters, giving the support they needed, doing what he can for the children of his best friend, his family.

you had really underestimated the chaos of the bridgerton family.

you were surprised your own mother wasn’t greying in the hair at the constant bickering and fighting. but at the end of the day you knew everyone loved eachother. but right now you wanted to lunge across the carriage to strangle your eldest brother.

“it’s no big deal.”

“you’ll be fine stop fussing.”

“what’re you worrying for.”

as if this wasn’t one of the biggest days of your entire life. you had to make a good impression upon the queen, god knows the gossip in this town else wise would drive you into a hole.

“i am sorry sister, i should do well to remember the seriousness of today, i apologise.” he responded, reaching across to grab your glove-clad hand, squeezing in support.

“we should all remember the seriousness of today. but do not worry, our dear y/n will do well, i believe it wholeheartedly. you are sweet, confident, intelligent, understanding and so much more my daughter. you will find a good husband, someone whom you love preferably. but otherwise a good man, someone deserving of such an amazing woman as you and it doesn’t matter if you do not marry this season either. there is always the next. if you are not ready you should say so now.”

you’d never seen your father so absolutely understanding. you would’ve thought. especially in this day and age that he’d press you to marry but no.

“eloise has postponed her debut has she not? would it be alright for me to do the same? at ten and eight she will debut and so will i. i fear i am still to young, a lot of the others are older and know more than i.”

“no one knows more than you dear sister.” your other brother spoke up with a smile, “besides eloise of course.” he said as you all laughed, “very well then. we do not have to explain ourselves to anyone and i will send forth someone to relay the message to the queens servants and withdraw your announcement card. and i am not against the idea of keeping you caged up with us for another year. the dread!” your father joked as you all laughed.

the debut had gone better than you could’ve wished for. besides a fainting or two, and you having to endure prudences whining and complaining. the queen seemed to favour daphne and you could not have been more thrilled for her. the two of you chatted everyone’s ears of at dinner to the point where you were separated from sitting together, which did nothing as you both spoke from across the table!

at home you were restless.

your room was much larger than your own.

but you loved it nonetheless.

you couldn’t help but continue to think, you hadn’t woken up yet, you’d literally spent an entire day here, and you hadn’t awoken. you’d pinched and slapped yourself which earned you a few strange looks from the maid that you’d forgotten was in the room and nothing. you hadn’t woken up, annoyed at leaving the bridgerton world.

what you were most excited for was to meet more people if you woke up tomorrow. penelope slipped through your fingers due to lady featherington fussing over her, lady danbury hadn’t been seen, you hadn’t been able to visit madame delocroix nor anthony’s opera singer and perhaps the most disappointing of all,

simon.

you had the fattest crush on him, especially after seeing him in the show. if you woke up tomorrow, you were going to make sure to see everyone you’d missed.

and at the top of your list.

a certain duke.

and if you’d known what would happen once you met him you would’ve steered clear of him.

[noisycroissant]

Meus Amor (Part 1)

Read part 2 here

SoftDom!Ascended Astarion x Reader

(This was previously called Amica Mea till a dear reader corrected me. Also, I cannot write him as an asshole. I tried, it simply will not materialise 😔)

You could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to the grand oak door of your bed chamber. The long hallway outside was mostly empty save for a few candelabra and paintings, the entire bed chamber was in a separate wing of the castle.

He'd designed it that way for privacy.

"I don't want anyone else to hear those pretty moans you sing for me, pet," he'd cooed when you'd asked about the odd placement of your chambers, "For my ears and eyes only."

The doors swing open as Astarion strides in. "Come to me, my sweet. I have a gift for you. Took forever for the jeweller to deliver, but I am rather pleased with how it turned out," he says as he walks towards the bed, stripping off his clothes along the way.

He sits on the bed, shirtless, pale skin glowing in the candlelight. Placing a jewellery box on the bed, he takes your hand and pulls you to sit beside him.

"Another piece of jewellery, Astarion? Gods, you do realise I only have one neck. I cannot possibly wear every necklace you've gotten me already!" you tease.

"I thought you'd prefer the sparkling rocks cover up all the ways I've marked that lovely neck, darling," he teases back, "I know you're not an exhibitionist."

Your cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at his comment. All this time, and you'd think you'd run out of shame but no, his teasing will always have the blood rushing to your face.

"Open the box, I want to see how it looks on you."

You open the box to see a simple circlet of gold on a velvet cushion. There's a clasp at the back. And a simple locket dangling from it.

"I have to admit, this is one of the more tamer pieces you've gotten me," you say, picking up the circlet, confusion on your face.

"You're so going to regret your choice of words, my love," he laughs out as he takes the circlet from your hands and moves behind you to help you put it on.

You hold up your hair as he clasps it into place. The locket is against your throat. The circlet is a tighter fit than you'd thought it would be.

Almost like a collar.

He wouldn't...

"Oh yes I would, because I did," he whispers in your ear, "My gorgeous pet, would you wear this for me? Only when it's just us?"

"What does the locket say?"

"Take a look in the mirror. See for yourself," he passes you a handmirror.

Meus Amor

My beloved

Astarion lifts the locket with his fingers, his face close to yours, "Meus amor, would you wear this for me?"

You take a moment to look at his face. Anticipation, love...and hunger reflect in his eyes. For you.

Your heart flutters as you hear yourself say, "Yes, Astarion, for you, I would."

His lips are on yours the second you finish speaking. A hungry depraved kiss, his tongue stroking yours, his fangs catching your lower lip. You moan into his mouth and he leans you to your back, his knee moving to spread your legs as you lie down.

"You never stop surprising me, my love," he confesses quietly, moving to your shoulder. You feel his fangs prick the tender skin as he says, "I'm going to make you sing till dawn, sweetheart. I hope you're ready."

[tamayakii]

Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader

I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic. I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.

"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.

The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.

The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.

The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.

I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au

[popodoki]

sfw Catwin drabble

Gold is the Cat King's color. He thinks Edwin would look nice in it too, in shiny things x

One of the Cat King’s love languages is gift giving.  

It concerned Edwin at first, little trinkets, left innocently on his desk, around the office, made him feel like he was supposed to give something back? Felt like he owed the Cat King, especially for the more expensive things, fingers tracing the intricate craftsmanship of paperweights, leafing through rare volumes, softest silks running through his hands. He's concluded, deduced, that it's just another of the ways that his lover shows his affection, the dedication to Edwin a familiar warmth, just expressed in new ways. 

But the jewellery still confuses him. 

They are always given directly, a hopeful gaze on his lover’s face, encouraging smile, silent conversation there that Edwin never quite catches. The first is a bracelet. A simple gold band looping around his wrist, closure resembling a Cat’s head biting down on its own tail. No flashy gemstones, no rough clasps to possibly catch on or irritate his skin. The Cat King holds it out, presses it into Edwin's palm when he curiously holds it out, accepts it. That smirk turning into a smile, a little nod, the hope in those slitted eyes, encourages Edwin to try it on. It fits perfectly, of course it does, a part of Edwin wonders if he’d even take it off if it didn’t, for his lover looks so, so pleased. 

Edwin grows comfortable with its weight, wears it for a while, even on cases. He ends up putting it away, in his pocket, after a case goes south with a spot of trouble, a chase. They manage to escape, they always do, but on the other side of the mirror they jumped through to get to safety, Edwin pats himself down, checks his coat, gloves, wrist. Finds the bracelet’s closure a bit twisted, a probable result of his wrist getting grabbed and pulled by the ghost that chased them, their mania and panic causing them to lash out instead of recognizing their presence for the help that was offered. 

Another mirror journey, they see each other again, Edwin notices the Cat King seems to deflate, brief sadness crosses his face, once he notices the bracelet’s gone. Oh. He cheers right up, his sigh sounding relieved, when Edwin presents him the bracelet from his pocket, asks him to fix it, please. 

It's a free for all, after that. Every time they see each other, often, near daily, as new lovers are wont to gravitate towards each other as if any absence tugs on them like a string pulled taut, the Cat King has a new piece of jewellery for him. Always gold, at times tastefully adorned with small expensive stones, shiny pearls. Thin chains of pearls, necklaces, linking bracelets, suspiciously perfect fitting rings, delicate anklets, even a pair of earrings, once. Edwin silently points to his non-pierced ears, and his lover gently removes, holds up a single dangling earring from the little box. The little ball gently rings much like a cat bell when the Cat King turns it in his palm, shows Edwin the small painless clip-closure that would hold them in place without piercing skin. 

"Why do you insist on giving me jewellery? I can't feasibly wear all of it, especially when conducting my work. Most of it ends up in the office, in a box.” Edwin waits for the Cat King to look up at him, lift his head from Edwin’s chest where it rested comfortably. “It just feels a bit like a waste?” His lover doesn’t reply right away, slitted eyes dropping down, to where his fingers still absently play with the most recent gift, a simple golden band around Edwin’s ring finger. 

"Does it bother you?” Edwin’s head is shaking in reply before he puts any thought to it, and he knows the Cat King felt his chin move through his soft curls, cause his voice sounds more certain, less meek, when he adds “Can you just indulge me, then?” There’s something silent there, again, Edwin feels it coming into reach, he can almost catch it. 

“I suppose, it is nice to have a variety,” Edwin starts, speaking softly to the top of his lover’s hair, “it doesn’t really matter that I can’t wear all of it...” He trails off, he’s organizing his thoughts like he would on a case, slips his hand from his lover’s gentle grip, holds it out for both of them to see the gold on his finger catch the afternoon light streaming through the windows, “As long as I can wear at least something of yours, then, hmm?”  

The Cat King merely grins, no, beams in response. 

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐇𝐒 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫

✧˖°𝙏����𝙩𝙚:

• the snake ring on his thumb he (probably) once stole in a thrift store

• a silver ring you once gave him, so he'd always remember you

• a self-made grungy bracelet of yours with pearls of your initials in it (his absolute fav)

✧˖°𝙆𝙞𝙩:

• his biggest possession, his wedding ring ♡

• to cherish the moment he proposed to you, he wears his proposal ring as well ♥️

• occasionally a few cute self-made bracelets of his children (they basically spoil him with these)

✧˖°𝙁𝙧𝙖𝙩!𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙚:

• a decent golden necklace with the letter of your first name

• probably would get a small stud earring in gold bc you convinced him so (you'd gift him one for his birthday) and he actually likes it :)

✧˖°𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮:

•Jimmy isn't one who likes to wear any jewellery at all (and sadly can't wear rings because of his morphed hands :/)

• but would wear a cute bracelet with a clown pendant on it you once gave him at one of your secret dates (because he'd always make you laugh ♡)

✧˖°𝙅𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨:

• would wear only two (but dearly loved) rings

• one would be his wedding ring (wears it until his death so even as a ghost he's bond to you)

• the other one is a silver ring with a red jade stone you gave him as a sign of unconditional love

✧˖°𝙍𝙤𝙧𝙮:

• has a golden wedding ring, decorated with a small green emerald gemstone

• would wear a small black stud earring on each side

✧˖°𝙆𝙖𝙞:

• would proudly wear a necklace of the devil (he thinks it gives him strength)

• is wearing coloured tape on his fingers; each symbolises a deceased cult member: white=RJ, red=Meadow, green=Harrison, in association to their clown outfits

✧˖°𝙈𝙧.𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩:

• totally loves rings with big gemstones

• would wear a hella expensive golden watch which he got from his nana as a birthday gift

•wears a silver stud earring in the shape of a cute little scissor on his right ear (bc he's a hair stylist ♡︎) and a small golden earring on the left

• wears a leather bracelet around his left wrist

✧˖°𝘼𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣:

• this man would be nothing without his jewellery

• a silver necklace with a silver pendant in the shape of a feather (probably symbolises that he's a writer)

• short silver necklace with a small silver pendant

• a simple black necklace

• a silver ring that captures a red topaz

• a golden ring with a black onyx

• all bought in paris (except for the golden ring, he stole that one while he was 'out for dinner' in some random ass house

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[southindianjewellry]

Timeless Beauty with an Elegant Gold Necklace Set | KrishnaJewellers.com

[blues824]

How about having the Dorm leaders get paired with an s/o that makes jewellery?

Gender-neutral Reader

Riddle Rosehearts was surprised when you had presented him with a bracelet with rose charms on it. He had no idea that you had such a hobby, but he did find it very beautiful. He stores it in a very safe place, so that it has no chance of being broken. He actually purchases a proper jewelry box and another one so that you both can have it matching.

Leona Kingscholar was also surprised when you gave him a ring with a lion engraved into it. You explained that it was a small hobby of yours, and he acted as though it was nothing important. But, when you said that he could give it back, he immediately got defensive and said that you gave it to him and thus could not take it back.

Azul Ashengrotto did not expect to be given a silver bracelet with his name written in tentacles. It was definitely a very beautiful piece, and imagine the shock on his face when you told him that you made it. Low-key kind of wants you to make some jewelry for the Mostro Lounge, but also encourages you to make your own business if you so desire.

Kalim Al-Asim let out a gasp when you gave him a new pair of golden earrings, saying that you made them yourself. Now, they’re the only earrings he wears. They’re made of all gold, so luckily they go with every outfit he wears. He beams with both joy and pride whenever someone asks where he got his earrings from, because he can say that they are from his significant other.

Vil Schoenheit had a smile on his face when he received a small box with a note from you. He opened it to reveal a simple yet elegant pearl necklace. In his next photoshoot, he was fortunately wearing a few outfits that went with the pearls, and he wore them with pride. In the next publication of the magazine, the necklace you made for him made its debut as one of his (and your) signature pieces.

Idia Shroud shrieked when he got a box at the front door of the dormitory that was from you. He opened it to see one of those skeleton rings that he told you he wanted, and in the letter that was with it, you said that it was a hobby of yours to make jewelry. This man would have passed out had Ortho not dumped water over him. And, just so y’all know, his hair flickered but did not go completely out.

Malleus Draconia also had a smile on his face when you gave him a small box. He opened it to see an emerald pendant encapsulated in a silver casing. It looked very beautiful, and he thanked you deeply. The next night, he returned with a piece of jewelry that looked a tad similar. However, it came from his dragon’s hoard rather than your workshop.

[purplifield]

imagine, a Christian girl/boy (reader) x hobie brown. How would he deal with them?

Love this idea a lot 🥰 first time writing in headcanons, honestly I probably went off the rails but hopefully I fulfilled your wishes!

I kept it as gender/race neutral as I could, if you see flaws, please let me know

🪻| Crosses and pentagrams

First of all, this boy is not waiting till marriage. He doesn’t believe that marriage is necessary and if that would be your only need in life, you would sadly have to part your ways.

BUT he is quite persistent. So he loves himself a challenge.

You met when you were volunteering for church, handing out flyers for a charity concert that would take place in church yard. As intimidating Hobie was, you decided to walk up to him and start your usual introduction

“Hello there! I’m y/n, a believer in goodness! Would you be interested in coming to a charity concert? Coming to mass afterwards is…optional” you said, last sentence was unsure, since while you talked you took a look at his outfit, full of spikes, heavy jewellery and a pentagram necklace. Yet weirdly, he stopped and listened intently instead of quickening his pace like most did.

“Tell you what, gimme your number and I’ll think of more questions to ask about the event” he smiled sheepishly and gave you a marker from his pocket, tapping the flyer.

That’s how your situationship started.

You never saw the pentagram on his neck again once you said you don’t like it. You noticed little things he did for you, compliments on your mostly white and usually modest appearance.

Like the devil he was, he tempted you to wear your more revealing tops, your excuse being the heat. (You thought he didn’t notice but oh boy he did)

Soon situationship turned into a relationship and you enjoyed kissing his pierced lips. You found out that making out did make you feel good. But you were scared so once it felt too good, you would back away and hear a frustrated groan.

It was cute seeing you two together; it was an ‘opposites attract’ typa couple. Him in black, silver jewellery with different crystals, piercings everywhere. And you- a modest person with minimalistic neutral color palette and simple gold jewellery. The only ring you wore ever was your purity ring.

Which eventually got taken off when you finally felt the urge to suck his dick, slowly learning that you were just a mere mortal with desires.

Hobie was ecstatic, knowing that the two months he waited were worth it and now he guided you to get on your knees and prepare.

This man is such a tease. He knew that you felt bad for giving in for your desires, and had a field day with this information

“Such a bad Christian you are, shouldn’t you wait for marriage?” He smirked, leaning into the chair and held you down on his dick. He groaned, feeling the little vibration of your moan.

After your first time he couldn’t take his hands off of you whenever you two met.

He would make you cum in an alleyway, suck him off in the streets at like 4am when rarely anyone was awake.

He would love when you had your cross necklace on, tugging on it whenever he wanted to kiss your fucked out face.

When nowadays you would get on your knees in the church, your cheeks would flush at the dirty thoughts you had.

He was possessive; if he saw you talking to another guy, he liked to mark you up, he knew that you would stress over it and try to cover it.

“Good child of god knows that they should be loyal, so what the fuck was that about?”

Would love to fuck you dumb, corrupt your mind.

It was truly the end of your journey with god once you decided to move in with him. Despite the fights with your dad, you finally gave in to Hobie

It was evening. You just changed in you pyjamas. You felt how Hobie was staring at you, but you didn’t mind.

“Finally you done with your skincare shimcare routine, I was wai-”

“Shush” you silenced him and kneeled leaning on your bed, starting to pray. You mumbled the prayer to yourself, eyes closed. Your felt how the mattress shifts and something touches your elbows. You slightly open your eyes before re-signing.

Hobie was sitting in front of you, legs spread, you were now in between them. He tilted his head with smirk, looking at his hardened cock, showing through his boxers and sweats, briefly.

“Did you say your goodbyes to god yet? Can you please show attention to me now?”

-

His dick inside of you, as you tried to reach your orgasm. He smiled at your needy and fucked out expression. He has edged you for a while now, pulling out as soon as your moans get higher.

“Please please, let me cum Hobie”

“Who’s your god now?”

“You! You’re my god. Please just let me cum”

“Your wish is my command”

[baby-stay92]

Love At First Sight - Part 5 (FINAL)

Pairing: Idol!Han x Fem!Reader

FLUFF

Warnings: mention of anxiety, pregnancy, alcohol, let me know if I missed something.

WD.: 2k

Credit: baby-stay92 ❤ m. list

@adestayskz ❤ @kpop---scenarios ❤ @hanjsquokka

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It had been almost a year since he had spotted her amongst the crowd and she had turned his entire life upside down. These many months they’d had together had been bliss with how she would help him with lyrics, dance moves and most of all, she never judged or got mad when he received flirtatious words and looks from the fans. She understood that he only flirts back for the image that he has to uphold. She respected when he was busy with either practice, recording or performances. Shortly put, she was nothing short of perfect. When thinking of her, Han could easily imagine the rest of his life, having her by his side. Hell he had imagined that many times and that is why he now found himself in a jewellery store, looking for the perfect ring. He debates between two for a good while, wanting to make sure that he picked the perfect ring to bejewel your hand forever. After careful deliberation he finally decides on a beautiful rose gold ring with a big oval moss agate in the middle, with small vines around it on which smaller matching stones rested. He paid and soon left the store with the ring box safely tucked away in his pocket. Now he “just” needed to plan the perfect evening for this big event, but he also wanted something intimate, and kinda private. Han walked back to the dorms where he hid the ring in his nightstand before joining the guys for their weekly meeting about how things are going and what’s to happen during the week to come.

***

Another couple of months pass, in which Han works hard on planning the perfect way to go about asking you the big question. He had asked all the boys for help and they had happily done everything they could to make this as memorable as possible and tonight was the big night. Han had invited you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant, where he had asked the staff to make sure there were candles and live music playing softly in the background.

On the big evening, he picked you up at your place, where he was blown back by the beautiful knee length soft green dress you were wearing. It was strapless and around your neck hung a beautiful, yet simple, necklace with a moss agate glittering. He had never seen that necklace before, so it must be faith that it matched the ring so perfectly. You had on your favourite black pumps that he once had complimented, as they perfectly prolonged your legs and really showed off your stunning legs. He had kissed you softly before complimenting your dress, to which you repaid the favour by complimenting his simple white dress shirt that he had on under a dark green blazer and to finish it off, of nice fitting black jeans. Once in the car, he drove to the restaurant that he had handpicked for the occasion, with help from the ever so romantic Hyunjin. Apparently Hyunjin had had many amazing meals (and dates) at this particular place. Hyunjin had however warned him about the steep prices, but Han couldn’t care less, not when it came to this - not when it came to you. He would spend every last cent he ever made, if it meant you’d be happy. Hell he would lasso the moon to give it to you, if you asked.

Once at the restaurant, he led you inside and the hostess quickly greeted you and showed you to the only table in the entire place, which was placed dead centre of the room. After a bit of pushing, Han finally admitted that he had paid a hefty price to have the places to himself for the evening. Admitting this earned him a slap to his arm from you, only causing him to chuckle as he sat down. You both quickly ordered and soon fell into your usual smalltalk.

“This is so sweet of you, babe” You smiled at him from across the table as you both ate your meals. 

“I’m glad you like it, love” Han smiled at you, trying to manage his anxiety that kept pulling at him. You ate whilst making smalltalk and afterwards you decided on getting desserts, which easily was both of your favourite part of the meal. He loved listening to you talk about… well anything really. When it comes to you, even a three hour long monologue on something stupid like snails or grass would probably be amazing, just because it would be you talking. After finishing desserts, He navigated you outside and to his car, which he helped you get in before joining you and driving off. He drives down town to this gorgeous small park, which he has made sure was empty and lit with torches along the path leading to the centre of the park, where the boys had been decorating and setting up hidden cameras whilst you’d been eating. Once he had received a message from Chan that everything was good to go, he had escorted you out of the restaurant. Once he has parked at the park, he gets out of the car and quickly walks around to your side, to open the door for you and to help you out. He takes you on a bit of a stroll around the park to enjoy the flowers that’s growing everywhere on both sides of the tiled path.

“This park is so pretty.” You smile and take his hand, still walking.

“Not as pretty as you, love.” Han smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours. You giggle and blush at his compliment, feeling butterflies appear in your stomach. Han makes a turn and you follow him, staying by his side.

“Where did all these torches come from?” You ask and look at them as they lead the path ahead. At the end of the path you think you see something, but you can’t quite make it out yet.

“I had the guys set them up.” Han smiles as he keeps walking with you. You giggle and as you get closer to the end of the path you realise that the thing you noticed before was a big sakura decorated archway, which was lit up but fairy lights hanging amongst the sakuras. You smile widely as Han stops walking not far from the archway.

“You like it?” He asked and turned to face you.

“I love it, Sungie, it’s beautiful!” You smile, still not facing him, causing you to not notice it when he pulls the ring box from his chest pocket before dropping to one knee. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“L/N Y/N,” He says, making you turn to him with a gasp, “I’ve loved you for over a year and I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re the last thing I think of when I fall asleep and you’re the first thing I think of as I wake up everyday. My life without you was so incredibly dull and I never even knew it, until I met you. Meeting you turned on the light of the world and I hope you’ll do me the delightful honour of marrying me and thereby making me the happiest man alive.” Han speaks every word with precision, just as he has practised and at the end he opens the ring box, holding out in front of him, to offer it to you.

“Jisung….” You whisper, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you’ve never felt this loved, surprised and lucky all at the same time. You couldn’t find the words to accept his proposal, without the tears falling as you continued through the tears: “I’d be honoured to call you my husband.” You say, your voice breaking a bit. Han stands back up and pulls the ring from the box, to place it on your right ring finger, before kissing the back of your hand softly. You can’t help yourself as you pull him closer and kiss him softly on the lips. You pull away as you hear loud explosions in the sky, making the both of you look up at the beautiful fireworks that’s cascading across the night sky.

“You did this?” You asked him, smiling at the sight.

“N-no…” Han said confused but still with a smile on his face.

“No, that is our surprise,” Chan says from behind the two of you. The guys were all standing in a row behind you, smiling and Felix was even crying as Minho had an arm around him.

“I hope you like it” Chan added and smiled at you.

“I love it, thank you” You say and hug him, before moving on to hug each of the guys, Han doing the same. The guys all say their congratulations and you thank them all. Hyunjin steps away from the group and pulls out his camera, starting to take pictures of you showing off the ring, making all the guys group hug you and Han.

“I better get a copy of those pictures, Hyunnie” You smile at him as he lives his best photographer life, making the guys laugh.

“Oh I promise to send them to you, along with the video footage.” Hyunnie, assures you.

“V-video footage?” You ask and look at Han, a confused look on your face.

“Yeah, I had the guys hide cameras in the bushes, to capture the moment forever.” Han explains and you kiss him lovingly.

“I, however, went a step further.” Chan smiles and goes on; “When you guys walked up the path, I flew a drone over your head and it captured the whole thing from above.” Chan smiles and you giggle, as Han chuckles next to you.

“Only you would think of that, Hyung.” Han laughed and hugged Channie again, saying his thanks.

“So you guys were all a part of this magical evening?” You ask and blush, looking at the guys, with a loving smile.

“Yup, we’ve all been planning for weeks.” I.N. explains and smiles widely. You all start talking in smaller groups until you notice Seungmin running off. He soon returns with a basket in his hand, which he places on the ground next to him, before he begins to pull out glasses. He hands everyone a glass before revealing a bottle of champagne, which he starts to pour, but when he gets to you, you cover your glass.

“Not for me, I can’t” You blush and all the guys look confused at you.

“Why not?” Han asked confusedly and looked at you.

“No way!” Changbin gasps, clearly realising what is going on, “You’re pregnant?!” he adds loudly and you nod, a huge smile on your lips. 

“I sure am - I got the confirmation from my doctor yesterday” You explain and turn to face Han, who was sporting the biggest smile you’d ever seen. 

“Surprise!” You smile and he hugs you tight and places a kiss on your forehead, which quickly makes Hyunnie take more pictures.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Han asked, tears forming in his eyes as you nod softly.

“Please say those are happy tears.” You giggle and now it’s his turn to nod.

“Well then,” Chan says, living up to his role as the leader, “Congrats to the happy couple on not only getting engaged but also on welcoming their first little baby” He says, proudly and raises his glass, causing the boys to follow, and you even raise your empty glass, just to join in.

“Thank you Channie.” You smile and kiss his cheek, “This truly means the world to me.” You smile at your chosen family. You knew that the men standing around you would be the perfect family to your coming baby, and you had never felt any luckier, nor more loved than you did in this very moment. Your life was perfect, and nothing could ever ruin it - you simply wouldn’t let it get ruined.

THE END