#yes I gave him chanel perfume

[houseastra]

PNG altar for Heru!

Dua Heru-Ur! Dua Heru-Wer!

[justawritterwithideas]

law in pink | s.r

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summary: when the BAU needs an extra helping hand, Washington decides to send the best of the best, but what they didn't expect was to see... pink.

warnings: a bit of stereotypes, beyond that a bit of comedy and fluff. there may be mistakes in writing because I wrote it too fast :(

this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader

words: 1,649 words.

a/n: elle woods from legally blonde comes to my mind constantly because is one of my favorite movies, so I wanted to make a mix called "ssa elle woods"; I hope you like it and you can understand the idea of reader as elle woods, I also hope I didn't portray it wrong and that it will be misunderstood T T

The BAU needed a hand with the rising crime wave, so, straight from Washington they sent the best of the best from their office.

And of course Penelope had to investigate.

According to her research, you had graduated from Harvard with honors and had given the honorary alumni speech at your class graduation. In addition, you were a part-time Harvard professor of Political Theory during the fall and part of a prolific group of researchers in your Washington office, which had the highest rate of successfully resolved cases in the last 5 years.

In addition, you had achieved on your LSAT a score of 179 out of 180 points.

Something inside Penelope reminded her a little of her friend, Spencer Reid, in you.

But what she didn't expect to see when she looked you up on the interwebs was the fashionista and family friendly life you had. The way your apartment was decorated with a pretty pink aesthetic, your outfits videos that reached millions of views and your day to day routines were the mantra of many girls, being all perfectly edited.

With that and more, anyone would think that your job was not to be a federal agent, but an influencer.

Penelope was already smelling perfume from her computer, and that made her more than eager to meet you.

It was seeing one just like her in front of her screen.

You were the perfect candidate to be her new best friend.

The clacking of your heels and the smell of your Chanel perfume filled the entire BAU office, causing the complicit glances of all the workers who were there.

"Have you seen Barbie yet?" "Is the model missing?" "What about her? Maybe she's a lost intern. First-timer problems."

Everyone was making comments you'd heard more than once in some police office, maybe it was the way you dressed didn't go along with the aesthetic they had or how feminine your attire might be, but that's who you were and for a couple of comments about your appearance and the stereotype they had they weren't going to sour your day.

"Excuse me, are you looking for someone?"

You turned to see a tall, dark man, who was watching your outfit from last season's Prada fit you to perfection.

"Oh! Finally someone nice." You commented with a smile. "Yes, I'm looking for Agent Aaron Hotchner."

"He's my boss, would you like help finding his office? I can help you."

"That would be great, thank you very much..."

"Agent Morgan, Derek Morgan."

"It's a pleasure, Agent Derek. I'm Y/N, nice to meet you."

You didn't like to introduce yourself officially as an agent, it made you look rather intimidating if you did, and that was what you didn't want.

It wasn't a long walk to the wooden door which was adorned by a plaque with the name of the person you were looking for.

"This is it, you come for a case? Any family members involved?"

"No, I'm coming to help. Thank you very much, by the way."

You gave him one last smile before knocking on the door, hearing a "pass" from inside.

"Who was the girl you were escorting, Derek?" Emily watched the man reach them, peering curiously inside Hotch's office.

"Her name is Y/N, she said she was coming to help, but... I don't know, she doesn't look like someone coming to help, maybe she's a witness."

Spencer's eyes scanned the situation, trying to conclude who the mystery woman inside his boss's office was about, but coming up with nothing on the spot. Like his friends, they were all searching for an answer to the abiding doubt in his head.

Who exactly was that girl and why had she said that? She didn't seem like a person whose job was an office job, but not one that was very risky either.

But before they could say anything, Aaron came out of the office with his ever-serious face.

"Meeting in 5" was the only thing he announced, so the group took heed and went to the place.

Once inside the office, Penelope found herself with her dear friends, who were trying to figure out the causes of the recent meeting.

"You don't know Pen either, do you?" J.J. was the first to speak.

"No idea, Hotch just asked me to be here."

"Just like everyone else." Rossi replied, settling around the round table with his coffee cup.

The conversation didn't last long when Hotch entered the boardroom.

"Good. I know there's no case yet or apparent reason to get them together first thing." Hotch began. "But as you may know, the last couple of months have seen an increase in crime for the BAU, which is exactly why we've been given extra funding to bring an extra agent onto the team."

Sounds of excitement came from everyone's mouths.

"So I've been contacting old colleagues, who recommended the best of the best. So they've transferred an agent from Washington to help us."

"Boy, they must be desperate." Derek's comment drew a few chuckles.

"I'd like to introduce you to the SSA, Y/N Woods."

Everyone's countenance changed to one of surprise when they saw you walk in, smiling in the friendliest way possible.

The same girl who looked like a model fresh off a runway was the newest member of the BAU.

"It's nice to meet you all, I hope we can work well together." You set your Prada bag to the side, being able to scan each of the members quickly.

"Woods, this is SSA Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, dr. Spencer Reid and our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia."

"Hey, I know you." You commented in the direction of Garcia, who was smiling politely. "You were the girl who commented on my recipe for the vegetarian tacos."

"Yes! They looked exquisite."

"Thank you very much, I hope they were helpful. We need to be a little more conscientious with our four-legged friends."

Spencer didn't know if he was dazzled by the whiteness of your teeth or the warm way you had entered into trust with Penelope with a simple recipe.

"Woods, Garcia. You'll have time to talk."

"I'm sorry, sir." They both replied at the same time.

"Fine, I'll go prepare the case, Garcia come with me."

They both walked out of the meeting room, leaving you alone with the rest of your new group of colleagues.

"I didn't know you were an agent." Derek was the first to break the silence surrounding them, causing you to turn in his direction.

"I didn't mean to mention it, I'm not a person who usually blurts it out just like that on the first interaction. You never know what kind of person a stranger is." You commented before you could look at him again. "No offense."

"No problem."

"From Washington, right?" Your gaze went to the blonde, who was watching from her position with a warm smile.

"That's right, even though I'm from California but I moved to Massachusetts after getting into Harvard, and then to Washington when I got an opening in the federal office there. So I'm from here, there and over there, but I'll always be a California gurl." A chuckle came out of your mouth after making a reference to the Katy Perry song, bringing your hands to your sides.

"Harvard? What did you study?" Spencer looked more and more interested.

"Law." You commented offhandedly. "I actually studied Fashion Merchandising at UCLA with a 4.0 GPA. But I wanted to prove myself and decided to get into Harvard Law."

"Switching from Fashion Merchandising at UCLA to Harvard Law is a big jump, how much did you get on your entrance exam?" Rossi asked.

"179."

Everyone's surprised face made an impression on you.

"What, like it's hard?" your eyelashes fluttered softly, before you remembered what you were holding as a "peace offering". "By the way, I made cookies yesterday for being the first day and making a good impression." Your hands went to your bag, pulling out a heart-shaped tupperware. "They're lavender and butter, it's a recipe I read on a fairly well known blog forum, they say Paris Hilton gets her recipes from there."

You held out the tupper to each of them to take out a cookie, leaving it on the table in case they liked to take out more.

"If they like more, just pull out. There's enough for everyone." A little smile tugged at your mouth. But before you heard any response from either person, the catchy ringtone of Gwen Stefani's "Rich Girl" interrupted any culinary criticism. "Excuse me..." Your hand went for your phone, which didn't surprise others by being pink, and you left the room letting out a "Woods" as you answered.

"This is new." Derek said.

"And delicious." Emily took another bite of her cookie.

"She's different than what we usually know." Rossi looked at the rest, taking a second cookie out of the tupper. "But I don't mind at all, in fact, I think new always comes in good."

"True, it's always good to have someone new and with a different vibe."

The group turned to look at Reid, who was holding the cookie with his right hand. The young man wasn't usually one to blurt out a comment, just like that, least of all referring to a girl.

"Oh kid, you find her attractive." Derek was the first to smile in amusement.

"What, no." The voice in a higher pitched tone than normal was what gave Spencer away.

"Spencer likes Y/N." J.J annoyed, walking out of the office laughing along with Emily.

"That's not true!"

"See ya, lover boy." Derek commented along with Rossi, who was gently patting his shoulder with a knowing smile.

And so it was that Spencer was left in the meeting room with his cheeks as pink as his new co-worker's heels.

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[urauntiefaye]

HEYYYI! I am the baby briize and am in the stage of getting to know the members

I just found out that Anton is the son of a composer & singer and his mother is an actress. My brain immediately went to the words 'Woahh this boy is rich rich rich', moreover he also lives in the US😭. But, he uses the privileges his parents gave him perfectly.

I can imagine what it would be like if you 'just for fun' said 'I like rich men, so I can drain their wealth' but Anton seriously said 'Drain my wealth, princess... date me, then you will sleep on gold'

If a guy approaches you, he will say 'You can't keep up with my girl's lifestyle, my girl is spoiled by me. Can you give what I gave to my girl? Can't you? So get the fuck away!'

Oh richboy tonnnnnnnieeeeee🤭🤭🤭

OMGGG welcome to the fandom! I hope you enjoy it here! And YES OMG, this is so bad for my mental health because I literally do say to all of my friends that I want a rich man to drain all of his money 😭.

I just imagine Anton randomly buying you things and having daily mall trips. Please I need this so much 😔.

Bruh imagine if you start getting close to another guy and Anton is like "???what do you need? A new dress? The new chanel perfume? Want to go on a trip? What? WHAT IS IT!?" please I love this man.

Literally broke y/n x Rich Anton type shit.

Need this man like the ones in K-dramas I swear to GOD.

[whxr3ss]

GIRLS ON FILM.

warnings: smut towards the end. praise, pet names, sweet talking, cursing, p in v, teasing.

summary: you bump into steven at a party, and eventually have a fun time afterwards.

pairing: steven adler x f! reader.

honestly, you had no idea why you came to this party.

it was nothing fun. all you wanted to do was go home, but knowing you, you didn't wanna displease your friends by declining, and besides, you didn't want to seem like a loser and uptight or some shit for not drinking and partying, and you surely didn't want your friends to end up leaving you or something by thinking ur too- too boring. you breathlessly sighed, pouting practically as you leaned against a wall. bright, colorful lights, various music was played, mostly duran duran, madonna, and other people, and bands, too. people jumped up and down, danced, took shots, it was loud, almost too loud. your ears started ringing, and it felt like ur heartbeat was in your ear.

drinks clashed together, spilling and falling on the floor. you didn't like this party- it felt all too much. you watched as people grabbed others and lead them into bathrooms, people smoking marijuana and dropping the cigarette buds on the floor- it also smelt like dirty laundry and too many scents of women's chanel perfume mixed with cheap cologne. this place made your body tremble. you sighed. you clenched the cup in ur hand.

thoughts pondered in ur head. maybe you should start to party? actually have fun? you looked around. your friends were off drinking, doing lines on the bar counter, while some danced and splashed their drinks around onto others. you then walked into the center of the floor, taking light steps. but suddenly, you bumped into someone, their body slammed into you as their hair puffed out in ur face. your own face scrunched up.

"shit- shit, i'm so sorry- i didn't mean to do that- f-fuck!" you immediately spewed out, rambling apologies and words none could understand.

the male faced you. he had black, short hair. it was genuinely short. he was tan, but he had a nice smile and seemed like a nice guy. he gave you a shrug, looking at you with a tiny; yet faint smile. "it's okay- are you alright, though?" he asked, now slightly frowning, and concerned about your wellbeing. "oh- i'm- okay, thank you though. i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you!" you said, almost happily- atleast he wasn't an asshole like other people here. fuck, if you bumped into one, they'd throat punch you. that was just what happened here. you didn't know why people were like this- but him? he seemed sweet .he gave you a sweet- comforting smile, holding his hand out as his other hand was occupied with the glass beer he was holding that was almost all drunk down.

"well, i'm steven. it's nice to meet you, y/n." he hummed, now shaking your hand. he then pulled his hand away. he placed his beer down on the counter not too far away from where you guys were standing. "i'm glad your alright- i wouldn't want you to be hurt or anything. i don't wanna go to the hospital tonight," he said, chuckling afterwards as he looked at you. "yea, thanks- definitely don't wanna be strapped down in the ambulance," you gave him a soft smile, also laughing with him.

"do you maybe wanna get out of.. uh, here? this party kinda sucks."

"sure. i wouldn't mind, actually. i was gonna leave anyway. i mean- i didn't wanna go alone. creeps, y'know?"

steven, brightened up, his face literally lightened up as you said yes. he looked at you, "alright, let's go. there are creeps here- but anyways, we can go in my car. i can drive you home later?" steven asked. you agreed with a nod and he took you back to his car. "whoa, nice car. you rich or something?" you complimented. he gave you a thanks, and he let you inside. "actually, i wouldn't say rich, but i get by," he explained. now as you sat in the passenger seat, steven sat in the drivers. "so, i noticed your shirt. you like pink floyd?" he questioned, pointing there. "oh yea, it's a good band. do you like them too?" you asked him, and he nodded. "oh yea, i love them- just in general, i like rock." he explained leaning back. he kicked his feet up. "sweet. so- what made you come to this party?" you asked the male, curious why he was here. "oh, well, i don't really know. just wanted to come, and besides, it was boring anyway. just grabbed a few beers and that was it." he told you with a rough sigh. "that's deep. same reason. my friends invited me- didn't wanna make them upset so i came." you said and steven simply nodded.

maybe after a few minutes of talking, steven made a move. he leaned closer to you, his hand rested on your thigh. "what are you?" steven cut you off, now kissing your lips. he kissed you passionately. you opened ur mouth, giving him easy access. his tongue slipped inside, dancing with yours as his hands held your thighs, moving up to your hips, groping your curves through your outfit. he pulled away, breathing heavily. "shit- sorry," he apologized. "no, it's- it's okay.." you whispered, and he began to kiss at your neck after you said it's okay. that signaled him to continue. when continuing, he left purple, somewhat pink hickeys on your sweet spots. you let out soft moans and cries. "lets go to the backseat," he whispered, now pulling away and taking you to the backseat.

he now eventually moved into the backseat with you, and he switched positions, getting comfortable but it ended in you lying down onto the cars back seat and him on top of you. continuing what he did before, he kissed your soft, sweet neck, he sucked some spots that were sensitive, leaving more marks he did before, and he left a pure crime scene on your neck area. you leant back, ur head tossed back and you arched, moaning softly. steven whispered in your ear, now biting ur ear lobe after he spoke, "so pretty, so beautiful," steven spoke to you, and he used his tongue, licking the side of your jawline, and while doing this, he used his hands to push the straps off your dress and down your sides, slowly tugging it down and it was hanging off one foot. you kicked it off, leaving you in ur bra and panties. he pushed your bra down slightly, revealing one nipple. he sucked down on this nipple, kissing it and taking it in his mouth, before leaving marks at your collar bone.

as he sucked on that nipple, he did the same to the other one. he took your bra off fully, dumping it in the floor of the car. "you sure you want this baby?" he asked sweetly. you nodded. steven shook his head, "i need you to use your words sweetheart, can't just take a nod from ya," steven chuckled. with a sigh, you spoke, "y-yes steven, i want this- i-i want you," you whimpered. "whatever you want babe," he sweet talked you, and he rubbed your heat in circles, now taking the hem of your panties with his pointer finger, pulling it down slowly. it hung down your ankles, and he pulled it down fully, throwing it on the floor. he rubbed your pussy, now leaning down and licking a stripe down your slit. "so wet for me, huh?" he cooed. you nodded in a moan, noises leaving your lips.

with this, steven unbuckled his belt, throwing it down and he slid his jeans down. his tank top stayed on, and his boxers now were down, showing his erect dick. it leaked with precum. "fuck," he muttered. "just relax, honey." he sweet talked, noticing you squirming. he positioned himself.

as he positioned himself, he thrusted slowly. you squirmed and moaned out loud, ur eyes rolled back and you arched ur arms up. he thrusted slowly, and he took his hands and held your wrists, tightly, but not enough to leave any sort of bruises. he moved forward, fucking you. "doing so well for me, yea?" he cooed in ur ear, leaning down. "such a good girl, so pretty f'me," he hummed, a smirk leaning on his lips. you nodded in a whimper, moaning and crying out. your body flushed with heat, ur thighs started to tremble. you clenched around him, ur puffy walls tightening around him. after a minute or so, he sped up, his thrusts sloppy and more rushed. he then came quickly out of you, releasing on ur stomach and you felt your own cum drip down ur pussy. your pussy pulsed, and you leant back.

"that was- f-fuck.." you cried. after changing and cleaning up, and getting home. you wondered if you'd ever see steven again. you held the paper in your hand with his number. you smiled.

[hannahlikeso741]

HL Boys smelling female MC's perfume Part 2

Y'all really like the perfume posts, so I grace you with Part 2, a continuation of the little blurbs previously written with MC as their lover now. Perfumes listed for each character and credits to @cranberryletters and @hogwartslegacyreactions.

Boys Edition : Part 1

Girl's edition : Part 1, Part 2

Sebastian Sallow : (Penhaligon's Lavandula)

The Undercroft was cold and dim. Sebastian needed time to get away from people, overwhelmed by it all. He was so tired, stressed and... defeated. The events that happened from his 5th year is now weighing on him, leaving him haunted as he slumped into the wall, his legs giving out as Sebastian stared at the ceiling. He didn't expect MC coming into the Undercroft, a worried look written on her face. MC asked him if he was all right. Does he even look all right? He snorted sarcastically at this question, looking back at her with indifference. MC sighed, going to his side as she sat next to him, giving Sebastian a big hug. At first Sebastian didn't feel indifferent to MC's hug, but his arms found itself wrapped around her waist tight, catching that smell again. Oh he missed that scent, that lavender scent she wears so well, blended with a slight hint of vanilla and spicy notes. It came in like a comforting voice, a lover's embrace to calm Sebastian's pain. Unashamedly so that he buried his nose onto the crook of MC's neck, taking in deep breaths to smell her scent again. So much so Sebastian didn't notice MC's gasp, her eyelids fluttering at the intensity of his hold on her. In the sheer hunger of needing comfort, Sebastian kissed MC on the lips passionately. Neither of them broke from the kiss, finding themselves wrapped in a passionate embrace. After needing some air, Sebastian asked if MC would come and stay with him in Feldcroft for the summer. He smirked when she said yes.

Ominis Gaunt: (Chanel's No 5)

He couldn't get enough of that scent and it frustrated him so. MC decided to play coy when Ominis finally asked about her perfume, saying that she will tell him if he willingly would go to the upcoming school ball with her. Reluctantly, Ominis agreed. Ominis found himself wearing his dress robes as he waits for MC in the Great Hall during that night, nervous as it all could be a trick and he was stood up. Ominis heard the gasps and murmurs, wondering who that could be. But upon catching that scent, he smiled as MC held his hand, leading him to the dancefloor when the music started to play. Sighing, he held MC in a waltz position, praying that he didn't step on her toes. Suprisingly she caught up to him in speed and steps, the two moving in sync. Upon smelling her close up, Ominis could finally note the iris, musk, vanilla and other things... but it was incomplete as it was missing one more note. As MC got tired of dancing and wanted to take a breather, Ominis followed suit, sitting down in the moonlit garden. Ominis now didn't find the scent annoying or bothersome, rather it greets him like an elegant work of art that was put on display. He and MC admitted their feelings towards on another, leading to a chaste kiss and a warm embrace. Ominis found the missing note on that perfume. Her.

Garreth Weasley: (Replica's Lazy Sunday Morning)

He watches MC sleeping peacefully next to him after they made love yesterday night. Garreth let his fingers dance around MC's hair, slowly moving towards the skin on her back. The Sunday morning peeked through the window, giving MC a sort of halo. Garreth felt blessed to witness a rare beautiful sight. MC woke up, stretching slightly with the white linen bedsheets. She turned to her side, greeting him with a sleepy smile as she snuggled up to him. Garreth gave MC a kiss on her lips, taking in that scent he smelt from her handkerchief from that potions incident. Oh, how that scent charmed him so, with it's musky yet clean notes blending together with that light touch of pear and florals. Garreth sighed as he held MC tight, continuously giving her small kisses and whispering sweet nothings while she held him tight, giving him small moans that was music to his ears. They spent the whole morning in that bed, the conversation going from pillow talk to dreams of the future. Garreth chuckled and supported her ambitions, while she can't wait to see him become a master potioneer. They both smiled at each other, looking forward to what came next. The impression from that scent that first hit Garreth did came true in the end. It was better than Garreth could ever dream of. Maybe now it is a good time to pull out that ring he kept hidden in the bedside table.

Amit Thakkar: (Diptyque's Tam Dao)

MC wanted to explore the rest of the magical world after graduation. Amit willingly obliged, wanting to go with her to see the spots where it is just perfect to set up a telescope to view the stars above. Upon landing in his homeland of India during their travels, Amit asked if she was willing to visit his homestate of Bombay, or as he calls it, Gujarat. MC said yes, and Amit felt his heart over soared with joy. He also actually bought the train tickets ahead of time so he felt relief when she said yes otherwise those tickets would have gone to waste. The tropical heat and hearing the familiar Gujarati language cured Amit's homesickness once the train stopped at his hometown. He had to admit, he had been away for too long. He showed MC the temples and their gods and goddesses, explaining their roles in Hinduism. MC listened with a curious mind, a keen pupil as she always was when Amit studies with her about Astronomy. Amit gulped when they arrived at his childhood home, awaiting the flurry of questions from his parents regarding MC. MC knew how to charm her way through, answering each and every question while sprinkling some good things about their son. As MC played the charming guest, Amit couldn't help but to catch her scent again. Oh that sandal and cedar wood that reminded him of his childhood worn by her gave him such a yearning for his home that he fell for her since, wondering how he landed MC. Now that she is here, it just felt right. He stared at MC as she politely excuses herself to freshen up, giving Amit a kiss on the forehead as she goes to another room. And that is when Amit wanted to bury himself in shame as his parents nag him on when he is going to marry her.

Leander Prewett: (Goutal's Petite Cherie)

She can't be beat. He has tried everything but somehow MC always got better. On the last Summoner Court's match he lost by 70 points, leading Leander to admit defeat and walk away in shame. he didn't even care that MC was calling out to him until he felt a jolt, her hand grasping on his robes. MC asked why he was always challenging her in everything. Sighing, Leander admitted for once he just wanted to be good in something, perhaps something that can prove he was worthy of the house of Gryffindor. MC gave him a pat on the back, offering to teach him. In fact, she even offered to be his dueling partner so he can learn a thing or two. Slowly, Leander had to admit he wanted to be in MC's company. He began to join her in exploring caves or some quiet study time, relishing in what she had to share with him. She always had that pull about her, down to her scent. Oh how that grassy notes of pear and peach settle down to a bouquet of roses and lilac on her skin and clothes. She doesn't know about how magnetic she was, was she? It was one of those days that MC asked him to meet her at the black lake, something about buried treasure. Leander took a deep breath as he held to those roses tight, waiting for her. He was going to prove his bravery to her by asking her out right now.

Everett Clopton: (Loewe's 001)

Whoa! Those new broom upgrades was worth every galleon spent. Everett swished around the Southern course, with MC just right behind him. The two merely only wanted to test it out, leading to them doing a broom race. Honestly, Imelda might be foaming at the mouth seeing those two beating her score halfway. Everett looked back, ensuring MC wasn't too far behind. Unfortunately, he went too fast that for a split second, he found himself going flat on a tree. MC screamed in shock , then yelling Arresto Momentum to prevent him from falling down faster. That was some good timing, he thought as he landed on the ground gently with MC landing on her broom, looking frantic. He is okay, he faced worse broom accidents. MC isn't having it and shoves him a bottle of Wiggenweld. Fine, fine, he will drink one. As he drank, he caught a wiff of himself. Thank Merlin that he actually wore some cologne this time with MC so close to him. He gave her a kiss of reassurance on her forehead, seeing that she really was worried. Leaning his head on the crook of her neck, he gave a little laugh as he basked into that familiar scent of tangerine and bergamot that gave way to the jasmine, amber and linen. MC's body heat was the finishing touch to that scent as Everett looked up at her, giving a child like smirk. Upon seeing MC rolled her eyes and giving him a kiss in return, Everett knew he won, more ways than one.

[heroexxs]

birthdays in the vega family were always over the top. uncles, aunts, cousins, and friends from both sides flooded the FAMILY home she grew up in. her height was even etched on the kitchen door frame to prove it. she was thankful for these innocent occasions, accustomed to the chaos of parties her father threw that usually ended in mayhem and possible gun shots because of an old rivalry. but today was mateo's day. two years ago, finding out she would be a mother, was the most terrified cyn had even been in her life. considering she was born into a life of crime, it took a lot to shake her and the positive pregnancy test shook her to her CORE. the next thing she knew, mason was on one knee proposing. she was sure it was a push from his family, expecting him to do the right thing. maybe that was the reason she said yes. because it was the right thing to do, despite the voice in her head that wanted to say no. it was a pity marriage.

over the next two years the fell into a rhythm. she played wife and he played husband.. along the way their roles must have gotten re-casted. the lipstick on his collar, and subtle hint of chanel perfume was the evidence she needed to know he was playing husband with someone else. as time went on he didn't bother hiding it and everyone knew. even on his son's second birthday he didn't bother being on time, out doing god know's what with who. the idea of being cheated on bothered her at first. STUNG a little more when she thought back to his poorly written vows. she should have known from the start. the one thing that did surprise her in all this was his brother chase. he was the complete opposite of his narcissistic brother. he was what mason thought he was. it was indescribable the weight that lifted off her shouldes when she opened the front door to find the dirty blonde, scruffed man on the other side. " hey, you" her voice always a tinge lighter when he was around. out of the stein men he had grown to become her favorite. mateo's too.. " of course you did, sucker — he'll love it. " an easy smile crossed her face, taking the present from him to place on a gift table full of money envelopes. " don't worry about it. my mom and sister were here all night helping us set up. " the us didn't include mason, but apart of her was embarrassed to reveal that part to the other man. it wasn't like she could be let down by chase when his brother had already done that. she organized a few cards and envelopes on the table when his questioned caused a slight churn in her stomach. the question was vague but she knew what the underlying question really was. her smile faded. " he should be here in a few. " a lie, but she hoped at least for mateo's sake it was true.

"hey, in my defense they were both too cool to just pick one." chase teased back with a smile on his face. there was this protective feeling that he had over both her and his nephew, one that he knew might have caused a couple of red flags by the rest of the family. he knew he should keep his nose out of his bother's business but he couldn't just be a bystander to how he was treating his wife and kid. like today, he wasn't anywhere in sight and it filled chase with so much anger that he had to keep bottled up. "i can help with the cleanup, don't worry about it. plus, that means more cake for me right?" he teased as he gave her a small smile in hopes of lightening the mood a bit. if mason didn't show his face at all during this party, even though it would be against his father's wishes he would have to take matters into his own hands. both families turned a blind eye to only so much and this was where chase put his foot down. "i think everything looks great, cyn. you did a great job." he said with a small nudge, hoping she saw the meaning behind his words.

chase always felt like there was a connection between the two of them, and he had a feeling that it stemmed from the jealousy that he felt. here mason was running around doing who knew what, leaving his wife and kid behind on their own. the environment they were in was tough, they were both born into it but chase could only wish that they could switch positions. "how are you guys doing?" he muttered as he waved to a couple of family members that looked in his direction. even just the thought of being with another man's wife, let alone his brother's was something that he could have easily been killed for. he knew the family would look at him with so much disgust and who knew what would happen to him. he probably wouldn't last the night if news got out that he was even thinking of any of this. "little man seems to be enjoying himself." he said with a chuckle as he watched the two year old run around in their backyard. with the size of both of their 'families' it was no surprise that the house had guests popping in and out as well as sticking around to enjoy the special day. "i know i say the same shit every time but you know if you need anything..." he'd run over here in a heartbeat. all cyn had to do was say the word and chase would come running. he gave her another smile as he shoved his hands in his pockets and caught her eyes for a moment. he could see the slight pain in them from mason not being there, but hopefully they could still have a fun time, for mateo's sake.

chase showed up, present in hand, as he knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer. this by far was the only normal part of their 'family' that he could experience, and he knew why they threw events like this. there would be no cops, no FBI agents, and no one at a kid's birthday party. ever since the two famous mob families joined forces there had been so much publicity and they had been on everyone's radar. it never would have happened if his brother hadn't fooled around but it did make both more powerful than before. what hurt chase to his core was how his brother treated his bride day in and day out, which caused him to spend more time around her, especially when he wasn't around. the more he stayed over, the more he was drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

when the door opened he was thankful cyn was on the other side instead of his brother. "hey." he said with a little smile as he held the present out to her. "i got stuck between two toys so i might have gotten both..." chase said with a chuckle as he took a look behind her and saw whoever was there. the whole house was filled with higher-ups from both families and he just hoped that they could still keep this civil since it was a little birthday party. "i would have come over early to help out but... i got a little side tracked, i'm sorry about that." whatever his father had out for him he had to do and unfortunately that had him running all over the place, but at least he was able to make it over. "everything going okay?" he knew his brother could be a handful, and honestly would be surprised if he remembered to show up on time so hopefully she hadn't had to deal with any of that so far.

@hclysins

[mango-bango-bby]

Maybe 💄 with shouto?

Just him getting jealous that we’re getting so many attention in public, so he buys very beautiful but expensive lingerie and makes us wear it while he whispers praises on how pretty we look and eats us out 😫

♡ A Day For You ♡

(A/N: I made this way longer than I’m supposed too 😩😩 Smut fics always turn out longer than my fluff fics, because smut needs to much more explaining to be good, y’know?? Anyways, I hope you like this, I absolutely love sugar daddy au’s!!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, NSFW, oral (reader receiving), sugar daddy au, lingerie, praise, possessiveness, manipulation (??)

Summary: Shoto + Sugar Daddy AU (Yan!Todoroki x Fem!reader)

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Spoiling you was Shoto’s absolute favorite pastime. He the second top pro-hero, it as no wonder he had a ton of money to spend on you. Your relationship with him had only started a few months yet you had already moved in, had a closet of designer brand items he bought for you, and everyone in your personal life and not was sure he would buy you a ring soon.

Sure, the relationship moved fast. However you didn’t really notice it, although that might be a bit due to your naivety. You didn’t exactly realize the nature of your relationship with Shoto. He gave you everything, anything and everything you wanted. Just for your affection and love in return. If you ever got upset at him, he would just earn your love back through affection or gifts. .

Shoto didn’t take you out to much, although he loved too (as long as you listened to him) he hated the things the media would say about you. And he hated the way people stared at you and him. Specifically you. As much as he denied it to you, he was incredibly possessive. You were his, people needed to realize that. Hell, he even made you wear a diamond incrusted necklace with his initial on it!

“Oh, look at that one!” You squeal, hooking your arm around Shoto’s, pointing out the different stores you wanted to visit. Today, he had the day off of work and decided to spend it with you. He took you to Ginza, a luxury shopping area in Tokyo. All for you. A hired man follows you everywhere you go, his only job being to carry all of your bags. You smile and point out all the different fancy stores as well as expensive cafes and restaurants.

Shoto tried to focus on you durning the day, however it was hard to ignore the people looking at you. Men and women a like watching you, staring at what’s his. He sees them travel from your Louis Vuitton heels and up your legs. But the worst part is when they would reach your body, staring at your thighs and chest from underneath your Chanel mini-dress.

However Shoto tried to calm himself down and focus on a lovely day with you, his sweet darling. He calmed himself down from his jealousy, reminding himself that they would never feel what it’s like to hear your sweet moans or feel your thighs wrapped around their head like Shoto would. Yes, they would never get to see you come undone the way he did.

You two looked in so many different stores that day. From shoe stores, bag stores, clothing boutiques, even perfume stores, everything that caught your eye really! The only shop Shoto took you in, instead of you taking him in, was a lingerie store.

Shoto couldn’t get enough of you in lacey and skimpy underwear so of course he had to take you there. You went about your routine, picking up different bra’s and panties to try on. However while you were trying something on, two particular garments caught the two toned males attention. He found it in your size before throwing it onto the counter with the rest of your items.

You hum, waiting for the cashier to ring up all the expensive items, Shoto giving the cashier a glare. His eyes piercing into the man. How dare he!? He could see on the man’s face that he was imagining you in the items purchased. He could just tell, and it made him angry. You were made for him, you were meant to be with him, yet no one else seemed to see that.

The rest of the day went smoothly without many hiccups. You chatted absentmindedly about things to Shoto, shopping in many different places, having way to many items to carry. And at the end of it, Shoto took you to a nice restaurant with a view of the city. Shoto couldn’t get past his possessiveness over you though, doing things during the rest of the day to show everyone around you exactly where you belonged, small things such as wrapping his arm around your waist or resting his hand on your thigh.

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Shoto sat down on the bed’s satin sheets, watching you unpack the many different shopping bags. He loves seeing the way your eyes gleamed as you did so.

“Darling? I bought something extra fo you today, it should be in the pink bag” Shoto speaks, before continuing with a small smile on his face. ��Since today was all about you, tonight should be all about you as well” He says, watching your flustered face reach for the bag from the lingerie store.

You open it up, along with the items you picked out is a see-through baby blue bustier. Along with that item, is a lacey white garter belt with matching stockings. A beautiful set, yes, but there were no panties. Meaning your bottom half would be completely exposed with this one. You look at Shoto, him gesturing at you.

“Go ahead, love. I bought it for you, let me see you in it” Shoto says, feeling his body heat up as he watches you peel off the different layers of expensive clothes, leaving you in your bra and panties.

You take off the bra, throwing it to the side before adjusting the bustier onto your body. You look at Shoto, your eyes silently asking him if he wants you to take your panties off. Of course, Shoto nods his head slightly, expectedly waiting for you to continue stripping. A show you weren’t aware he wanted. Your breath hitches a bit when you take off your panties, the cold air hitting hour most sensitive regions. You put on the garter belt and stockings next. Turning to show Shoto the full ensemble, his eyes racking you up and down. You look so good, you were so perfect.

Shoto gets up from the bed, pulling you into a heated kiss. He gently glides his hands up and down you waist, causing you to whine into the kiss. You tilt your head to the side a bit, giving him better access to you’re mouth. Shoto gently spins you around, pushing you back onto the bed, you giggling into the kiss at his actions.

After a moment or two, Shoto finally takes his mouth off of yours, allowing you to finally catch your breath again. You cup Shoto’s cheek in your soft hand, expecting another kiss. But rather, he kisses your neck before moving down your body. “Did you see all the people looking at you today, love?” Shoto asks, feeling your body arch into every single of his kisses.

You shake your head from side to side. Although, knowing Shoto, he was upset. He always hated people looking at you, it made him jealous. “I didn’t think you would” Shoto mumbles, traveling further down your body, feeling you shiver when he goes right above your clit. “They all look at you, but your all mine” He mumbles, listening to the lovely whimper that leaves your mouth when he finally presses a kiss to your clit.

You look down at him for a moment before saying the words you know he wants to hear. “I’m yours, Shoto-” you start before being cut off by a moan. Seems he finally got to what he wanted. His tongue ravishing you, his nose bumping against your clit as he moved. You let out a hiss at his actions, reaching down and threading your fingers through his red and white hair.

“Mm, you’re so pretty, sweetheart” Shoto mumbles, pulling away and leaving love marks over your thighs. You whine at the loss of connection but you know he won’t leave you hanging for to long. “So pretty, so pretty and it’s all mine. My beautiful love” Shoto whispers, his praise adding to your pleasure.

“Th-Thank you, Shoto, thank you for hah~ pleasing me~” You day, knowing those are the words are the ones he wanted to hear. You hear him groan, the vibrations of his deep voice feeling like an electric shock against your cunt. Although you did mean your words, you knew he was busy, as he always told you. But he spent his time on you, and you appreciated that!

Shoto doesn’t respond to your words, focusing on the feeling of your thighs around his head and your fingers gripping his hair. Sweet noises leave your lips, your moans being beautiful music to Shoto. Your whines and whimpers showing Shoto that you belonged to him, nothing and no one else could make his sweetheart feel this way. Absolutely no one.

Your moans grow louder, your grip on his hair becoming tighter. “Can I c-cum, please?” You whine, Shoto chuckling a little bit at your words. So polite. You’re always so polite with him, even when about to cream all over his tongue. “Go ahead, love” Shoto says calmly, speeding up,his pace and making sure to play with your swollen clit more.

After a moment or two, your legs begin trembling, a loud moan leaving your mouth as you reach your high. Shoto just continues eating you out through your orgasm. He plans on playing with you more tonight, so he doesn’t want to stop tasting you just yet. He loves buying you new lingerie after shopping, it gives him the opportunity to do this.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[wiypt-writes]

Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby.  Day 24: That’s A Wrap

Warnings: Bad Language words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N:  And here we are, the final instalment of our Ransom advent. I have had an absolute ball writing these, although this one was a struggle as I’m a little down at the moment about my other blog and losing all my previous works. However, it’s Christmas Eve so I’ve got some prosecco, gingerbread and I’m ready for Santa.

Huge thank you to @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @ohthankevans13​ for their amazing chapters to, and thank you all for reading.

Merry Christmas everyone.

 The credits to National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation started, signalling the end to the film and you stretched and looked at Ransom, grinning.

“That was nothing like what happened to me with the lights.” He drawled as he turned his head to look at you, blue eyes locking onto yours.

“You’re lying to yourself, Ran.” You shrugged with a giggle. “You know, I think Hugh Griswold has a ring to it.”

“Eat shit, Y/N”

At that you laughed and swung your legs down to the floor from where they has been resting over his as you lay on the couch. “Think I’m gonna take a bath and get in my new jammies.”

“What’s the point?” Ransom turned to you. “I’m only going to strip you out of them later.”

You completely ignored his suggestive comment, because really, who were you trying to kid? It was as much a forgone conclusion he’d have you naked and crying his name later that evening, as it was that he was going to end up arguing with his parents over dinner tomorrow. Yeah, that wasn’t exactly something you were looking forward to but thankfully your parents were going to be there to help you play peacemaker.

“The point, dearest hubs of mine, is that it’s Christmas Eve and it’s a tradition as you well know that we get new jammies.”

“Mine better be tasteful.” Ransom looked at you and at that you simply shrugged and stood up. “I’ll call you if I get stuck in the tub.”

“How long you gonna be?” Ransom asked

“Does it matter?”

“In a word, yes. I need to wrap your presents.”

You blinked and then snorted “I thought after last year you were going to use a gift wrapping service at the Mall?”

“I did for some.” He shrugged. “But there’s a something that only arrived yesterday and-“

“I knew it!” You shook your head. “That package was for me!”

“No, it was for me. To give to you. Now go, piss off for your bath.” *****

Once you were out of the way Ransom, knowing you would be at least an hour, grabbed himself a scotch and sat down in the living room, flicking through some news from the Country Club about the New Year’s Eve gala, and a few other emails on his phone. Once he had finished, he refilled his glass and headed to the spare room where he had hidden your gifts in a locked suitcase. You were a pain in the ass for finding them and then trying to pick at the corners to see what they were and after last year, when you’d totally ruined the surprise of the new pair of Louboutins he had spent ages agonising over, not to mention the fact you’d blatantly been expecting the La Perle bra and panties, nor were you overly surprised at the three piece Louis Vuitton luggage set.

Nope, he was taking no chances. He was excited this year, too. He’d bought you a gorgeous Tiffany necklace and bangle set, one you’d been eyeing up in the Mall a few months back, along with some high end make up only available in two stores in the entire of Boston, a huge bottle of Chanel perfume and a stupidly expensive espresso machine which had caught his eye. It matched the colour scheme in your kitchen and eliminated the need for stupid filter papers as it operated off pods and he’d even had a demonstration from the spotty assed teenager in the shop so he was perfectly geared up and fully aware of how to use it. But all that was wrapped already, it was what had arrived yesterday that he was most excited about. It was an order all the way from a little tea shop in Covent Garden you had dragged him to earlier in the year, on the trip to London during which you had fallen pregnant. It was a custom made wooden box full of specialists teas which, try as you might, you had failed to find anywhere back home once you had run out of the ones you had bought back with you. Yup, He’d come a long way from the days of buying you crotch-less underwear, sex toys and lube. Making his way back into the living room he placed the gift wrapped items under the tree and then grabbed the sheets of paper, tape and scissors and dropped onto the floor by the fire. Some other shitty movie was playing on the TV now so he changed the channel over to a replay of the Christmas Special for the Great British Baking Show that you’d gotten him hooked on, before tossing the remote aside. Placing the box on the paper he began to wrap. It should have been easy. It was a fucking box but after four attempts the only think he’d managed to wrap were his fingers together with tape about sixty times and the box was no closer to being wrapped than before. In a huge bout of frustration he grabbed the paper, scrunched it round the box and taped round it about twenty times. It looked like it had been wrapped by Edward Scissorhands during an epileptic fit, but whatever. With a final groan of frustration he tossed the box under the tree, and then frowned as the TV turned off. Ransom glanced round for the remote but it was nowhere to be found. Cursing he stood up, checked behind all the cushions and even retraced his steps through the house but nothing. “For fucks sake!” He growled, hands on his hips as he stared round the living room. He had definitely had it before as he changed that shitty movie off before he wrapped... Oh, hell no! “Fuck my mother fucking life!” He spat out as he stalked towards the package he had just tossed under the tree and grabbed it. ***** By the time you came back downstairs Ransom was lounging back on the sofa, feet up on the coffee table, drink in hand. He looked up at you and snorted, taking in your fluffy Christmas themed Mini-Mouse pyjamas as they stretched over your now rather huge bump. “Do you want a drink or something, Princess?” “Erm, you know, I think I’ll grab a chamomile tea.” You nodded after a while and Ransom smiled and stood up. “I got something for you.” You snorted. “I’m not falling for that again.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t mean my dick, Y/N.” He took your hand and led you to the kitchen where you spotted a shiny, deep brown box. Frowning you looked at your husband before you walked over to it and gave a gasp when you saw the Nelson and Norfolk Tea Company logo carved into the wood. “How did you get these?” You managed to stutter as you opened the clasp and pulled up the lid to reveal four rows which were then split further into three, each square of different flavoured, individually packed tea bags, lined with a deep purple velvet. “You know how. I had them shipped over.” “Ransom, these...” You struggled for words as you turned to face him, blinking back the tears that had sprung forth from his thoughtfulness. “I love them, thank you.” “You’re welcome, baby.” He smiled genuinely as you moved and wrapped your arms around him and stood on your toes to give him a soft kiss. “Wait.” You cocked your head as you pulled away. “Were you wrapping these?”

“Yup.” He nodded “But I had an incident involving the remote and no spare paper so you get them tonight instead.” You gave a chuckle. “Just another in a long list of real life tasks you have taken on and spectacularly failed at, huh?” “Hey, some of them I’ve managed.” He huffed and you smiled, running your hand up through his hair. “I know, and I never said this before but I’m so touched you actually tried, even when you failed, it shows you care.” “Of course I care.” His face grew serious as he looked at you. “You’re my wife and you’re carrying my kid. I’ll always care about you both, Y/N, even if I’m not the best at showing it.” “You show it in your own way.” You smiled gently, leaning up to kiss him again. “Merry Christmas, Ransom.” “Merry Christmas, baby girl.” He smiled, his lips capturing yours in a deep kiss, both of you stood in the kitchen as the snow fell outside. He might be a huge man baby, but he’s your huge man baby. And you wouldn’t change him for the world

[infinitegalahad]

Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx”   “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment 

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

[sapphirelycoris]

𝑃𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷 (𝑆𝐹𝑊)

A/N: I listened to Speechless by Dan + Shay, needless to say, I wanted some Ushijima fluff. This is a very short little drabble that I wrote at 2am and I made him a normal office worker for this fic. 

I’ll put out a part two that contains more spice but it’s very family friendly and SFW right now. I went over board with the vocabulary and learned new words in the process of writing this. 

Part 2

I suggest listening to 𝑆𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑐𝘩𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 (𝐷𝑎𝑛 + 𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑦) while reading!

Synopsis: Ushijima x female reader (wife, she, her, you, yourself)

You and your husband have an important dinner to attend, this tells the story of you getting ready and the drive to the restaurant. I think reading it will make a lot more sense than this description.

A bottle of Chanel N°5, waited on the side of the marble counter top, waiting for you to use it. While you were putting on your pearl earrings, the man you were getting ready for was getting impatient. He tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for his lovely wife to come down. 

“(Name)!” He yelled from the bottom of the stairs. 

“I’m getting ready as fast as I can!” You replied, struggling to get the other earring in. 

Ushijima had an important dinner to attend, the executives of his company were expecting you two to show up. Something about a celebration for all the hard work they’d put in this year. Ushijima never really went into detail. He was very goal oriented and he was getting congratulated at the executives dinner. Of course they'd notice him, a young business man climbing up the corporate ladder at an exceedingly fast pace. 

You grabbed the jacket on the back of the chair, draping it over your arm before spritzing yourself with the perfume he'd bought you. Once more, you glanced back at the mirror, admiring how pretty you looked. The enchanting, lambent lights cast a glow on your self-satisfied countenance as you commended yourself for being so beautiful. Ushijima's voice broke you out of your reverie. This time, you actually made it down the staircase.

When he stared at you, scanning your body up and down, a wave of self-consciousness hit you. Your eyes flickered between him in the door. It wouldn't have been awkward if he had complimented you but the man was dead silent. He was like a deer in headlights, doe-eyed and amazed. As you started heading towards the door, Ushijima held it open for you. The smile on your face faltered a little, luckily he took notice and grabbed your shoulder. 

"You look nice tonight. You're beautiful." He gave you a soft smile. 

"Thank you!" You sighed a breath of relief, "I was beginning to think you didn't notice." 

"No, I was simply speechless." 

His sweet words made you go soft. Your heavenly smile returned as you shook your head. In the car you leaned on the console, enjoying the lyrics playing on the radio. 

The sun visor came down with a quiet thud. You reapplied the lipstick, touching it up a bit. You checked to make sure that your makeup was still decent before closing the visor back. Ushijima liked to drive with one hand on the steering wheel and the other occupying your thighs. He usually ran it up and down the inner part of your thighs and massaged your skin.

You made some light conversation, trying to take away your nerves. Ushijima gave you little compliments on the drive there. He wanted his wife to feel like the goddess she was, you deserved the best and he loved every part of you. He reminded you that everyday. 

As always, Ushijima came around to open the car door for you. He took you by the arm, strutting and showing you off to his colleagues. By no means were you a trophy wife or someone he married solely for beauty, he just loved the fact that you married him. He was proud of you always. His co-workers were already seated at the table. A few of them stood up and shook his hand. 

"So you're the famous (Name)." An older man addressed you across from the table. 

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you chuckled nervously, "Yes, I'm (Name). I don't know about famous though." You tilt your head to look at Ushijima.

"When he chooses to speak, Ushijima talks about you a lot." Another man claimed. 

"Oh dear, what has he told you?" You snickered while looking at your flustered husband. 

"All things good, I can assure you. He praises your name almost every time his mouth opens." His associates guaranteed that he had only nice things to say about you.

There was no doubt in your mind that he loved you. Ushijima blushed and kept taking sips of water from his glass. He loved seeing you laugh, your smile, he would do anything for your happiness. Whether it be spoil you with expensive gifts or shower you in the most sincere compliments. 

You weren't the perfect wife, he wasn't the perfect husband. You both were simply two flawed souls who found each other through pure serendipity.

[markleesthighs]

Hotel! AU With Lucas~?? 👉👈

-idk what you meant by hotel, but umm manager lucas makes me think, so like crazy rich!y/n x hotel manager! lucas

[7:27 PM] Your finally got off your long plane ride, landing in Seoul. Your sister was getting married to her longtime boyfriend, which was a wedding the talk of all of Seoul. Your sister was an actress and her boyfriend was a famous director, both winning oscars overseas. You, on the other hand was a world class fashion icon, showing up at multiple fashion weeks and constantly having high class brands beg for your to wear their pieces. It would be no shock that once you stepped off your family’s private jet, there was paparazzi active, asking who you were wearing and what you were planning on wearing to the wedding. Your sisters wedding was in one of the most exclusive and expensive hotels in all of Seoul, and they rented out the entire hotel for its guests. Your limo pulled up to the gates where you stated your name and verified your identification to let the guards open the gates. As you pulled up a handsome man who opened the limo door for you and held your hand. You felt some sort of warmth to his touch and his eyes made your heart melt. You hadn’t felt this way about someone since your ex boyfriend 2 years ago. What were you thinking? Someone like you? Dating someone like him? It would be the end of the world for the both of you. You looked down at his name tag as it read “Lucas” An interesting name you thought.

“Hello I am Lucas, the manager of the hotel, let us help you with your luggage and any accommodations you will need.” He said as he graciously held your purse for you.

“Thank you.”

You walked into the hotel to be greeted with your sister squealing bringing you into a hug. You hugged her fiancé as you caught up with her while Lucas checked you in.

“Miss y/n, you are checked in for the presidential suite at the top floor, let me also show you to your room and give you the tour.”

“T-thank you”

You sister noticed your stutter, something that generally can back when you were flustered or around someone you liked. She gave you a smirk and winked as you rolled your eyes and glared at her, hoping Lucas didn’t see.

You walked into an elevator with only you and Lucas as it was dead silent. You looked at him looking at his fashion choices, which you generally judged people on. He had Cartier studs, a perfectly fitted Hermès suit, a shiny new Rolex, and shiny Gucci loafers. He had good taste you thought to yourself. As the elevator door opened you tripped on elevator crack with your heel as he caught you hold you firmly and supporting you.

“Are you alright? You must be more careful when stepping off with such beautiful Louboutin shoes, I wouldn’t want to scuff those.”

You were starstruck, he smelled like Versace cologne and it mixed beautifully with your Chanel No. 5 perfume as you saw he also took a liking to your perfume. He helped you stand back up with his arm now supporting you as you both strolled to your room. You noticed that Lucas was still taller than you with your heels on which was rare since most guys wouldn’t dare approach you with your reflective sunglasses and intimidating behavior. Lucas unlocked and opened the door to one of the most luxurious hotel rooms you’ve seen. You’ve traveled and stayed at expensive hotels overseas but nothing compared to this suite. It smelled like fresh cotton and flowers, and everything was perfectly polished and cleaned. You were marveled, you would usually have at least a complaint by now but you were left speachless. Your clothes were already placed in the closet, color coded perfectly. All of your skincare and makeup of beautifully organized on the sink and vanity.

“Is everything up to your standards, miss y/n?.”

“Y-yes...h-how did.”

“We consulted your assistants, butlers, and maids overseas about your standards and wanted to make sure they were followed accordingly.”

You looked over at the vase of violets.

“How did you know violets were my favorite?”

“I didn’t. I always think violets have a calming scent and look, that can make any place feel like home.” He said with a smile.

“If theres anything else we can do for you, you can give us a call on the phones or use the PA systems located around your room. Enjoy your stay. “

As he walked out you took a look around your room, hoping to find a complaint (to see Lucas again) but you had none. You even noticed your bed was folded perfectly so a flap would be open on the side of the bed you slept on. As you sat down you got a call from your sister who was begging you to come down to the hotel’s restaurant to go have dinner with her and her fiancé, to catch up and go over last minute wedding decorations (since you had one of the most detailed eyes in the world). You agreed as you changed into a Dior sundress, Hermès sandals, and a Prada clutch. You opened the elevator to the entrance of the restaurant where your sister was exitedly waving you down at their table.

“It’s so lovely to see you again, I love that dress!”

“Thanks, it’s from Dior’s 2021 spring line.”

“2021?? Darling that’s a year away how did you get your hands on this piece?”

“I didn’t most brands send me their upcoming lines to see if it meet my approval and will curve with current fashion trends.”

“You never fail to amaze me, y/n.”

As you were about to speak a waiter came by and dropped off some warm green tea for you. It was your signature drink, so it wasn’t a long shot, until you took a sip. It was made to your liking. It was seeped from the Da-Hong Pao brand with a teaspoon of Elvish honey. They even got the temperature exactly right, at 175 degrees. You suspected Lucas. He made everything perfect for you, it was nice, but you assumed he did that for all of his guests. You all continued to talk over dinner, creating conversations from cute dogs on Instagram to which way bridesmaids should present themselves at the wedding. After dinner you all transitioned to the grand ballroom, the main stage for the wedding. Your sister was nervously twiddled her fingers as you gazed at the decor. Lucas came in short after following you around taking notes, hanging on your every word.

“These flowers aren’t fresh replace all of them by tomorrow, make sure all of the silverware is perfectly straight next to the plate, turn the centerpieces by 35 degrees so the lights hit them better, the goody bag bags look tacky, replace them with Louis Vultton bags and put in Louis Vultton, Gucci, and Channel accessories, with each bag with different ones so they never match.”

“B-but, y/n, we can’t possibly purchase that in time!”

“Don’t worry sis, Lucas please charge any additional items that I’ve adjusted onto my card.”

“y/n please! You’re our guest!”

“Stop it. What else am I going to blow with all money? It’s worth it for your wedding.”

You handed Lucas your card as he wrote down your information. You continued on your purge to the point where your sister and fiancé got tired and went up to their room exhausted and they definitely needed some rest. So now it was just you and Lucas in the ballroom, alone.

“Miss, y/n, I know you want everything to be perfect for your sisters wedding, but I think you’re beating a dead horse at this point. “

“I am not!”

“Do you really think moving the chair in by one centimeter it really necessary?”

You sighed as you looked at your sandals.

“No, it’s not.”

“Why are you so punctual about this, miss y/n, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“It’s cause, this, was supposed to be my wedding. I was engaged two years ago, to a man who only wanted me for my money. I had all the wedding planning set until I was informed he was trying to sell my stocks and take everything from my bank account and runaway with some other famous B lister model. So once I heard my sister was getting married, I let her have my wedding plans. So now, I’m being overly punctual, since I know I would be like this on my wedding day.”

“Well, sometimes imperfect things allow the world to let it be perfect in ways you’ve never known. If this were my wedding, I wouldn’t care how lavish or perfect it was, as long as I was marrying someone I loved.”

Lucas’ words resonated into your mind, maybe you needed to let things be imperfect, even for your sister.

“So be it then, I’m done ‘perfecting’ for the night. Afterall, it’s not my wedding.”

As you walked out Lucas called out your name, and asking for your number. You hesitated asking him why and he said to discuss any issues that occur on the day of the wedding so he can contact you and discuss any certain changes. Right, he wasn’t trying to hit on you, why would he want to, he probably has a girlfriend or something right? You gave him your number and you walked into the elevator back to your room. You fantasized what it would be like to date him, going out on lavish dates, not worrying about who was going to pay for the check, and you felt that you would have a fun time with him. You took your shower and came out of the bathroom to see that you’re missing your roller from your skincare routine. You called Lucas up in your robe and wet hair to ask him for your cold Jade roller you used to smoothen and contour your face. He brought it up and gave it to you. But as he left, you grabbed his arm and asked him to roll your face for you, since your maids would do it for you. He chuckled as he submit to your request sitting down on your bed with you as you watched him gently roll your face. His eyes looked so delicate carefully not trying to put too much pressure on your face. You felt your heart beating faster every time you were around him, he was unpredictable to you and he was never intimidated by you either. You had never been able to open up to someone as easily as him.

When he was finished you noticed it started to thunderstorm, which worried you, since you had a secret fear of thunder and lightning. Lucas looked at you and gently caressed your face, making sure everything rolled correctly. But as he was about to get up a loud clash of the lightning struck and you squeaked as you fell into his arms holding on to him tight.

“P-please, d-don’t leave yet...”

Lucas looked at you in sympathy but got up leaving you in the dust. You were disappointed, knowing things like this would happen, even if you did like him. Who would even want to date- But Lucas returned dressed in his comfortable clothes which he received from the cleaning maids on your floor. He quickly came back to your shivering state hearing another clash of thunder. Lucas pulled you into a cuddling embrace in your bed. He also came back with some Airpods and played your favorite music to drown out the noise of the storm. You soon fell asleep on his chest, feeling warm and safe in his arms.

-pt. 2?? wedding day?

[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull becoming infatuated with the reader so he stalks her and leaves special gifts on her doorsteps. 😊

Your girl here has a habit of getting writing ideas when buying lace lingerie and high brand perfume. Yes, because I bask into a little luxury...and Chromeskull.

Here you have a piece of some big-bad-killer-skull-daddy .

Chromeskull x Reader- Dating tips from Chromeskull

You attracted weirdos, that was your own opinion about yourself and you had a huge list of examples to attest to this said theory.

First, it was a guy in high-school who used to have a stash of playboy magazines. Nothing weird, only that he used to keep it in his backpack all the time with him. You even heard he masturbated in the school toilet. Gross. Just no.

Then there was a guy named Darwin that gave you love letters, only said love letters were always theories about how you resembled cartoon characters, not to mention the guy had a habit of spitting all the time when he talked.

Last, now in college, a pervert who always smelled of cheese and was a vegan. No, you weren't judgemental, but he always eats with his hands and tried to show his theories about eating meat is evil down your throat. You had enough to say the last.

Dating has never been your top game and being in college, you hoped you would find a decent guy, but your expectations weren't meet. Guys who were decent enough always scrambled away once they found out you weren't a dizzy bimbo who only giggled at every comment they made.

This is how you ended up on a Friday night at home, drinking some wine and watching serial killers documentaries, while your classmates were probably at a party, snorting cocaine and fucking into dirty bathroom stalls.

Yeah...Not exactly something you would look forward too.

Now, you weren't a prude, but giving head to a guy in a place that had probably STD all over the walls wasn't exactly appealing to say the last.

If only you could find a decent guy that would, at last, have the decency to wash before going on a date and who wouldn't choke on his own spit when laughing.

You were ready to get yourself a refill of wine when your doorbell rang, making you furrow your brows in confusion.

You sure weren't expecting anyone, but knowing some of your friends they sure would stumble to your house when drunk because they couldn't find their cellphones or keys.

Putting on your fluffy bunny slippers, you marched up to the front door and looked through the hole to see who it was. You learned from murderous documentaries that you shouldn't open the door at night if you don't know who it is.

None.

So, you opened it, looking from left to right to see if you could spot anyone, but no such luck. Probably some children messing around.

You were ready to close the door when your eyes looked down to see a white envelope on the welcome matt. Crouching down you grasped it and looked one more time left to right, hoping to spot the person who left it.

The silence of the night and chilly September night made you shiver a little, so you moved back inside to the couch and opened the envelope to see it was a letter, so you started reading it:

My dear little piggy,

Ever since the first time I meet you, I must say I always wondered how you would look in red, dripping down your body, your kissable lips into an 'o' shape, your nails dragging down my back as your flesh envelopes my knife.

Aren't you scared, so alone?

Your eyes widened at the twisted words on the white sheet, and the fact that the only sign at the bottom of the letter was a scribbled skull made it all the more unnerving.

That's the moment when you felt like you were being watched, your paranoid mind making you feel anxious.

If only you looked out the window you would see the ominous and out of the scenario black Bentley on the other side of the road.

In the past three months, things haven't been any decreasing either, because from twisted letters it all went to gifts if you could even call them that. Yes, they were gifts, but what made them unsettling was how the coincidence went.

You went out shopping one day and saw your favorite perfume, but didn't have the money to buy it. Imagine the surprise that after two days a velvet pink box sat in front of your door with the expensive perfume.

Then one time you saw a beautiful dress from Chanel that you were oh so tempted to buy, but rent and food were more important, then later that night you received it and it was your size. That was just disturbing.

This continued for months and from anxious to went to curious and intrigued. It was insane, but none in your life put so much thought in spoiling you, despite not knowing who this person is.

To put it simply you were basked into luxurious gifts and cards for shopping.

You felt special.

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It came to no surprise that Chromeskull was always chasing piggies, but this time it was you that he was chasing after; not the usual slaughtering piggy way, but more like spoiling a little kitten who was you.

It was pretty comic to see a 40-year-old man chasing after a girl that has half his age, but what can you say? Jesse has always liked them young and fresh, no wonder he gave off big-bad-killer-daddy vibes.

He loved to see your appreciation for his gifts and attention towards you, despite it not being direct, but his self-consciousness after he lost his face made it almost impossible to get woman willingly.

Paying piggies to suck him off didn't count.

He wanted someone who was willing to go full length into a relationship with him, someone who he could have a good time, from conversations to mind-blowing sex.

That's why he chose you.

It all started with an unpredictable meeting.

Yes, you have meet Jesse, but you didn't know it.

How?

You were shopping and because you were in such a hurry to catch the bus, you run into him while you looked down at your phone, your head meeting his chest.

The way you looked up at him at that time almost made him want to stop you. Your wide eyes, not of fear or disgust, maybe it was surprising because he knew very well how a displeased face looks like, your pouty lips and slightly pink cheeks of embarrassment were so appealing.

"I-I'm so sorry, sir!"

That was the only thing you said before sprinting away and that was also the moment when he knew he wanted you and what Jesse Cromeans wants, he gets.

In the past months, he made sure you weren't lacking in anything and he was even more so pleased when you accepted all the gifts, seeing you wear the clothes he gave you made him feel like he owned you.

Normally, Jesse was the ever so most confident person you could meet, but now he felt like his shy teenage self, looking at you from a few feet away as you were grocery shopping.

He wanted to approach you. Badly, but how could he? His face and his muteness didn't help.

You were at the liquor part, looking over bottles with furrowed brows, not knowing what to get, until a pale hand gripped a bottle of expensive scotch from the top shelf, the forearms fully tattooed.

You looked behind you to see a tall and bald man, dressed in all black, the fully tattooed forearms been on display from how his sleeves were rolled up.

'This one is the finest scotch from here if you want to drink something more refined.' an electronic voice spoke from his phone that he held in the other hand.

You were to say so surprisedly by this man's approach.

"Oh...You're mute? I know ASL, so there's no need to type on the phone if it's easier for you." you quickly said, making the man grin.

Did you know ASL? How could he miss that? You were full of surprises.

'That's good. I hate to use the electronic reader all the time.' he signed, his grin never leaving his scarred lips.

'I'm Jesse.' he signed and you introduced yourself, shaking his bigger hand.

"I would love to try this scotch, but donating my kidney for glass doesn't sound too appealing." you said with a dry chuckle.

Dark sense of humor. Good. Check.

'How about I buy it and you go out on a date with me? Sounds like a deal?' he signed and you arched an eyebrow, a lop-sided smile on your face.

That was the moment Jesse felt nervous, despite not showing. He could already imagine you laughing at him, for thinking that a cute girl like you would go out with someone like him.

"Sure."

What? His brown eye widened a little and you giggled at his shocked expression.

"You don't have to buy me a 2,500$ bottle of scotch to go on a date with me." you said, making him silently chuckle.

'Do you want a ride?' he asked, signing and you grinned, nodding.

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Yes, that was the start of an interesting relationship. At first, it had ups and downs because of the age-gap and the hateful comments, that made Jesse want to murder all the people that even dared to question his relationship with you.

Imagine the surprise when one time you punched one guy for calling Jesse 'old-sugar-daddy' and you 'nasty-gold-digger'.

That was another aspect of you that he learned that you had and started to love it a lot; you were a feisty little thing and protective of him.

You always took care of his ego, assuring him that he was perfect just how he is and it made Jesse's heart swell with things he almost forgot existed.

To put it simply, you completed each other....In all ways.

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Your hair was splayed in a mess on the black silk pillows, one hand fisting the bedsheets and the other rubbing the bald scalp of your lover who had your red lace panties pulled aside and his tongue wiggling inside your heat, making your toes curl.

"Fuck.......Jesse......I-If you don't stop...I-I'm gonna squirt." you breathed out, chest heaving and nipples hard from all the pleasure that was jolting up your spine.

The man between your legs stopped, giving your clit a flick with his tongue, his body moving up on top of you, scarred lips meeting plush ones, kissing with you such vigor you sometimes couldn't keep up.

He broke the kiss, looking down at you, so perfect on his bed.

'I'm going to wreck your world.' he signed with a dark smirk and you couldn't help but smile, your hand coming to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over his scars.

"Please do, Chromeskull." you whispered, looking up at him from under your eyelashes.

Jesse grinned, pulling you into another passionate kiss, taking your breath away.

[leonakingscholarship]

K so I wanted to do the ask about ocs thingy but I have no clue what to ask about so I used google lol

who has the bigger di-

Do they sleep with a stuffed animal and if so what is it?

Since they exist in the canon timeline, what are their friend groups like?

What is a gross fact about them? (The Madeline character you based Dior on seems to me like she’d keep her toenails in a jar ngl)

Stranded on an island, what 4 items would they bring?

What do you think your ocs smell like ? (The questions suggested on google are getting stranger but I will go with it)

What kind of memes would they send on their group-chat ?

What pickup lines would they use when flirting? What line worked on Jamil and why was it “may I slither in your bed”

And 2/3 random facts of your choice because my two brain cells have run out of ideas :>

Cleophus has a bigger d 🥵🥵

Dior:

1. Dior has a 15 inches chibi Jamil stuffed toy that he commissioned to someone

2. His friends are Kalim and Jamil. He’s also friends with Cater and Trey.

3. This is disgusting but it's supposed to be like that right? so yeah, He is willing to eat something that Jamil spat out.

4. -His Magic hat. In his Magic hat, You can pull out a tall and round table, teapots, a portable kettle that magically fills itself with water, tea bags, and a dessert stand.

- Jamil nui

- his best friend ChibiChibi (that sleeps inside his teacup headpiece)

- Chess (ChibiChibi knows how to play chess so they play it together)

5. He loves smelling like sweets, so it’s either Vanilla, Chocolate, or Cotton Candy

6. He send wholesome memes like this

7. LMAO YES IT’S “Jamil, may i slither in your bed” *twirls hair* *twirls hair*. That pick up line makes Jamil cover Dior’s mouth but deep inside he loves it.

8. - Dior and Jamil were haters to lovers. Jamil hated him since Dior is noisy as fuck. Dior hated Jamil too for being to cold but after a couple of months, Him and Jamil grew feelings for each other.

- Dior is a brat. He nags A LOT. was that a slice of banana in his dessert? Yeah he’ll throw tantrums. (He doesn’t throw tantrums to Jamil tho. He’ll just respectfully tell Jamil to never put things in his food that he doesn’t like.

- his unique magic is “Share the Voice”. By chanting “hear the melody, hear the harmony, Share the voice!!” it allows him to lend an animal a voice that can last for up to 3 hours.

Cleophus:

1. Cleophus sleeps with his cute mummy stuffed toy that his grandma gave him.

2. He doesn’t have friends. He hates everyone

3. Nothing really. He's very hygienic and easily disgusted. Do you smell bad after being sweaty in gym class? Distance yourself for approximately 0.75 meters from him

4. - A fan. Cleophus HATES being sweaty

- his Mirror

- Water.

- a big ass umbrella since he doesn’t want to get sunburns (incase it's hot and sunny)

5. He smells expensive. He smells like this perfume from bvlgari. He also probably smells like those perfumes from Chanel, Gucci and anything expensive

6. Cleophus doesn’t have friends to be in a group chat but if someone still added him, he wouldn’t really send memes. But since Cleophus is a jerk ass, he will react to memes by saying stuff like “is that supposed to be funny?”, “wow i’m laughing so hard rn🙂”.

7. He doesn’t flirt with people, people flirt with him.

8. - as I mentioned earlier, he’s easily disgusted. He HATES sweat so if ur sweaty and you accidentally touched him, he won’t hesitate to yell “UGH! Disgusting!!” at you.

- people expected Cleophus and Vil to be friends but no. He also hates Vil even if they have some things in common.

- he’s petty . One time, his classmate said something to him that annoyed him so he payed someone to put a rotten Durian in his classmate’s dorm room.

[starbuckie]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

challenge: the cbc 1k writing challenge by @captainscanadian​

prompt: “do you treat all your hookups like this?”

pairing: carter baizen x reader

words: 4.7k words

warnings: fluff, angst, assault, swearing, some degrading comments, and implications of the sexy times 

summary: waling up next to one of New York’s most eligible bachelors brings on a lot more than what you expected.

a/n: what’s up y’all! i’ve essentially been dead for the past two weeks, but i’m back! i lost motivation for a bit, but i feel a lot better now, and what better way to come back then a little carter baizen? i ended up writing a lot more than originally intended, but i like the way it turned out. anyways, enjoy, and thank you for all of your support<3 

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As you awoke with a long stretch and yawn, memories of the previous night had you smiling like an idiot. Sunlight streamed from the half-closed blinds of your windows and the smell of coffee wafted to your room from the kitchen. You grabbed your lover’s dress shirt from off the floor and slipped a pair of satin slippers on your feet. 

The night before had been amazing. It had started with a beach reception when you had finally caught his eye. The two of you had been playing a game of cat and mouse during the whole wedding, only giving lustful stares and shy smiles, but when you finally had a hold of each other, your night only got better. The rest of the night had the sounds of only tearing clothes, pants, and moans. 

Snapping out of your sweet reverie, you stared at the man in your kitchen. His bare back was faced towards you, giving a great view of his shifting muscles while he made pancakes. A bowl of mixed berries were laid out on the table, along with strawberry syrup and mugs of Peruvian coffee. “Do you treat all of your hookups like this, Baizen?” 

Carter, finally noticing your presence, turned around and gave you a heartwarming smile. He flipped the last few pancakes over and walked over to wrap his arms around your waist. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mumbled, “Haha, cute joke. After everything we’ve been through babygirl, this was definitely not a hookup. And I only treat my favorite person like this, so eat up.” He gestured towards the food on the table and with a quick kiss to your lips, turned his attention back to the pancakes.

You sat in one of the chairs and took a sip of steaming coffee and looked out of the ceiling to floor windows surrounding the room. The New York City skyline would never get old from this view, no matter how long you and Carter had had this penthouse. Sighing, you looked down at your left hand, the sun casting light on the diamond on your fourth finger. 

You had been engaged for only six months, but it didn’t feel like anything new. At the age of 33, you didn’t feel any different than you did ten years before or even ten before that. Hell, you always knew that you would be Carter’s friend, but one drunken night had changed that very quickly.

As your fiance joined you at the table, he set a plate of warm pancakes in front of you. Sure, he could have had your housekeeper, Marybeth do it for him, but he also liked pampering you himself. Together, you sat in silence and stared out the windows. Carter tore his eyes away from the city to study your face. He would never understand how after twenty years of friendship, it ended with him finding his one love and putting a ring on your finger. 

“Hey, baby?” He asked, and you hummed and met his gaze. “How’d we even get here?”

You smirked and replied with, “Well, I walked from the bedroom, but I don’t know about you?”

“Don’t be cheeky,” he said, pinching your elbow. You swatted his hand away and smiled. “Anyway, what I meant to say before I was so rudely interrupted, was how did I end up with the most beautiful girl on the Upper East Side?”

“Well, if I recall, it started with me being fed up with your stupid ass, and you finally confessing that you had been madly in love with me since we were thirteen.”

“And I still am.” He moved towards you to place his lips on yours. “You’re mine now, baby.” You grinned against his lips and went to sit on his lap.

“Mr. Baizen, you’ve had me from the moment I laid eyes on you. With that cute little schoolboy outfit, and your hair! Oh god, remember-”

With a playful glare, he cut you off as you giggled. “We do not need to talk about my middle school style, fiancee, but I will gladly talk about when I fell in love with you.”

“That sounds good.” You smiled at each other and went back down memory lane, into your long, long, shared history.

20 YEARS EARLIER

Looking in the mirror, your maid had finished tailoring your school uniform. When she deemed you presentable she scurried out of the room to help your mother, and you immediately went to call your best friend.

“Carter, are you ready for our first day? We’re finally in eighth grade. Next year I’ll be headed off to Constance and you’ll be going to St. Judes, and there’s gonna be a whole ton of hot guys-”

Your friend’s chuckles were heard through the phone. “Y/N, we haven’t even begun the first day yet.”

“Yes, I know, but we’ll be one step closer to the best years of our lives!” Your mom’s voice called you from downstairs. Oh crap. Only the Lord knew that Andrea L/N did NOT want to be kept waiting. “Okay, my mom’s coming, but we’re coming to pick you up right now. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See ya soon, Y/N.” You smiled at his voice and responded.

“See ya soon, Baizen.” You hung up the phone and ran to your vanity. Making sure your mascara wasn’t smudged while you had dressed, you spritzed on the Chanel perfume you had stolen from your mother's room. Truth be told, you only dressed up for Carter, but you would never tell him that. 

His parents were two of New York’s socialites, famous and wealthy, so they got along well with your parents. Though your dad didn’t pay too much attention to you, your mother made sure you kept up with your grades and social life. She was always the shoulder to cry on, offering you wisdom and advice. Not to mention, but your mom was a fantastic shoe designer. She was truly the greatest woman you knew. The two of you grew up closely with his sister Caroline, from the time you were babies to now. Caroline had gone to a boarding school in France in the fifth grade, but that didn't tear your friendship, and only made it stronger. However, while you stay poised and polite, Carter had always had a bit of a bad boy streak. Albeit, he was charming and sweet, sometimes too much for his own good, but the two of you were opposites. Yin and yang. Sun and moon. At the age of thirteen he was the Upper East Side’s darling sweet-talker, who had girls and boys alike fawning over him. 

Including you.

You never realized when you had started developing feelings for your friend, but it was a huge shock to you. It helped that he was cute as hell, but you got to see the sweet side of him, that was respectful and caring. He always made sure you were comfortable and happy, giving you a small sliver of hope that he liked you back. You always helped him, whether it was being a wingwoman, or giving him schoolwork, you were always there at his beck and call. 

The next seven years were absolutely painful for you, however. In high school, he charmed the skirt off of every single girl at Constance, and constantly blew you off for hookups and dates. When he was cut off and went to travel the world, you called him to make sure he was okay, though he always seemed fine to you. You stuck with him through everything, and the more you went on, you barely knew the man who claimed to be your best friend. 

Dating Serena was the last straw. You were twenty-one, studying political science and business to hopefully one day become a lawyer. Your father had disapproved of your majors, but your mom fully supported you. 

Sighing and putting your textbook away, you stood up and went to put something on for the party you were invited to. Normally, you would have stayed in your NYU dorm, but Carter had miraculously managed to get you to leave, claiming you needed to meet his girlfriend, who you didn’t know at the time. You grumpily slipped on a champagne sequin dress, and grabbed your white stilettos to match. After hailing a cab, you were off to Blair Waldorf’s house, unknowingly driving to the end of you and Carter’s friendship.

You had to admit that the party wasn’t half bad. Blair certainly knew how to decorate, and it wasn’t hard to believe, considering her mother was the infamous designer, Eleanor Waldorf. You bumped into a lot of old classmates from your high school years, and grudgingly exchanged greetings. When you finally found Carter, he had his arm slipped around the waist of a pretty blonde, making your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. He turned around, and let out a smile that normally would have made you happy, but instead filled you with dread. 

“Y/N! You made it! This is Serena Van der Woodsen.” As you went in to hug your friend, you were stopped by none other than Serena's hand stuck out for you to shake. 

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you.” You stared into her blue eyes, and were immediately filled with envy and irritation.

You had no right to be mad. You knew Carter could date whoever he wanted, but at this point you didn’t care. Exhausted, you started to yell at the couple.

“Really, Carter? You go off to travel some other goddamn countries and come back to date a high schooler? A child? Who the hell do you think you are?” The entire room went silent, all of their attention focused solely on the college girl who went crazy. Serena stared at you, absolutely dumbfounded. As she came to her senses and started to yell back, Carter stopped her.

“Y/N, let’s go outside,” he gritted out. His eyes were burning red, and you could tell he was furious, which was never a good thing.

However, at this point your emotions were so heightened that it rivaled his anger. Once the two of you were outside the building, he started lecturing you. “What the fuck was that, L/N? I introduce you to my girlfriend, and you start yelling at her. You have no control over who I date, and you have absolutely zero right to insult them. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He knew he had hit a sore spot there. He knew your deepest insecurities, how you were self-conscious about your body, and how you were saving yourself for the one. No one had ever looked at you throughout high school, and even if they had, you would’ve been too blinded by Carter to see any of them. He had always had you wrapped around his finger.

You chuckled mirthlessly. “You are such an asshole, Baizen. I have been there for you for years. I was always there to make sure you had done your homework, I looked after you, I fucking lied for you. I have done everything for you, and for fucking what?”

“So you yell at my girlfriend? I never knew you could stoop so fucking low, Y/N.” He glared at you, on the verge of tears, and saw that your face was already wet as well. “Oh, poor you. Cries whenever someone raises their voice at them. You had no right to say those things about her. What are you, jealous?”

Your heart stopped beating in your chest. It was the longest five seconds of your life, as tears ran down your face in hot paths, and he stared at you, for once, not knowing what to say. 

“You are.” His gaze turned sympathetic. “Wait, Y/N, I never knew-”

“It doesn’t matter, Carter,” you yelled, “I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m not gonna go on loving you, because it’s never gonna happen and I can’t sit around to wait for you. I’m done.” With that, you left, his last memory of you stomping off into the streets of Manhattan at midnight. 

PRESENT

“That wasn’t my best moment exactly.” You cringed, face flaming from your actions that had taken place that night.

Carter placed his hand on your jaw and rubbed your cheekbone. “It wasn’t your fault, I was kind of an idiot. But in a way, I’m kind of grateful, because that really woke me up to what was happening outside of that little bubble I was in. It made me see what I had lost, and remember that it was you who finally saved me from the hole I was digging myself farther into. You were my hero. Still are.”

You grinned bashfully. “But then we ended up seeing each other two years later at that other party.”

“Oh god, the party,” he smirked, “we had some fun then, didn’t we?”

“I can’t remember, we were both drunk as fuck.” 

10 YEARS AGO

The last two years had changed you. You had still focused on school and kept up with your studies, but the old Y/N was no more. Carter Baizen had ruined your life, and now you were just getting a taste of what you had missed out on in high school. A barrier surrounded your heart, with the one rule of no man staying in your bed for more than a night. You had a reputation to uphold, of course. Every social event now had your name on the attending list, and guys were lining up at your feet for a night with you. Your hair was longer, the clothes you wore out flashier and your style rivaled that of Serena Van der Woodsen’s. You were unattainable and everyone knew your name.

Your father’s private jet flew in on the evening of December twentieth. Merula, your family’s maid, helped carry your bags from the jet and your mom greeted you with tons of hugs and kisses. However, that didn’t last very long, as you had a party to attend. Going up to your old room, you took a quick, yet luxurious bath, and went to fix yourself up. Your old closet was still intact, and you were happy to know that the short red dress you had bought five years before still fit you. After you slipped on the dress and your black heels, you curled your hair in loose waves, and swiped on some dark red lipstick.

You were dead set on getting laid tonight. But then again, when weren’t you?

With a goodnight call to your mom, you ran out to the limo waiting outside your family’s penthouse. Giving the driver the address, you pulled your compact mirror from your Valentino clutch. Flawless. Like any other night. Paying attention to your looks was now tiring. And this life was lonely. You hadn’t had any friends besides Carter at the beginning, but now you were truly by yourself.

Carter. You hadn’t thought about him in a long time. In your furious haze after the incident two years ago, you blocked him on all forms of social media, and ignored any headlines from Gossip Girl including his name. It was lonely, naturally, but you had enough men filling your bed to avoid you from the empty void in your chest. The void that was filled with whispers telling you to apologize, to call him, to take him back, because the truth was that you missed him like hell.

The party was full of college kids, neatly dressed in the chandelier-lit room. Ugh. So far you couldn’t see any lookers. A couple of guys who looked like they were in their late twenties were eyeing you up from the corner, and grabbing a flute of bubbly champagne, you headed in their direction, licking your lips. As you crossed the room, you could feel more eyes on you but you didn’t dare look at them. No, you liked being in charge, controlling the room. Heels clicking against the marble floor, you blatantly checked out the tall blonde in the middle. He was pretty handsome. Cropped hair, a muscular frame, and electric blue eyes that kind of reminded you of Carter. 

Stop thinking about him, go get laid.

You stopped in front of him. “Hey, pretty boy. Can I get your name?” 

He wasn’t even fazed by your flagrant introduction. You were absolutely shameless, and though you received glares from the other women in the room, you couldn’t have cared less. “I’m Steve. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You opened your mouth to speak and Steve’s eyes widened as he saw the figure that shouted out your name, abruptly stopping you. “Y/N?”

Freezing, you prayed that it wasn’t him. His voice that haunted you daily, and made guilt and sadness pool in your gut. It had to have been your imagination. You started again. “Sorry, but I’m-”

“Y/N.” Turning around, you came face to face, well, face to chest with Carter Baizen. He had grown taller since you had last seen him. Even with the noticeably darker bags under his eyes and growing hair, he was still as gorgeous as ever. 

“Hey, Carter.” Steve had walked away by then, not wanting to intrude, but at that moment, he was the only person you needed. Heart beating in your chest, you finally met Carter’s eyes. “How are you?”

His mouth was gaping a little, taking in your form, seeing that it was so much different than it used to be. “I’m good.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “You look great.”

A blush rose to your cheeks and you managed to mumble out, “Thanks.”

“Can we talk?” 

That’s how you ended up outside on an empty balcony overlooking Manhattan. Taxis and honking were heard, but it was fainter due to blood rushing in your ears. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “Carter, before you say anything, I want to let you know that I’m sorry. I really am. Last time we saw each other, I knew what I did was wrong, and though I was in love with you, I had no right to be upset.” Sighing, you placed your hand in his. “Can we be good again? I really hate how we left things off.”

Silently, he nodded his head, eyes wide and subtly taking you in again. The last two years hadn’t been kind to him, after Serena dumped his sorry ass, and he ended up with no money and nowhere to run to. His mom had allowed him to stay in the family house for a while, and his father was even giving him a second chance at running the company, but it wasn’t easy for him. He was slowly spiraling down, and only when he saw you did he wake up and take a look at himself properly. He looked like a piece of garbage next to you. He hadn’t even gone to school, and here you were, even more beautiful, which he never thought was possible, and a successful law student at Harvard.

“We’re good, Y/N. I brought you out here for another reason though.” He paused and looked at you as you nodded for him to continue. “It’s been a few years, I know, and I shouldn’t be saying this now, but I miss you so much. These past few years have made me realize how much of a fool I am for you, but God, I’m in love with you, Y/N, I always have been.”

You stood up, anger coursing through your veins. Now? When it’s most convenient for him? No. You needed to get drunk. “I’m sorry Carter, but I fell out of love with you one hell of a long time ago.” Swallowing the lump rising in your throat, you continued your lie. “You made your decision, I made mine. I wanted to be friends, Carter, but I can’t have that laying around us.”

Stomping away, you heard the crestfallen voice of Carter. “Y/N, wait, please.” He stumbled his way over to you, and caught your hand again before you ripped it away. “Please, Y/N, please, I’m in love with you. I’m sorry I was such an ass, I was so stupid, please.”

Tears fell from your eyes as you shook your head. “I need a drink.” 

He numbly nodded as you made your way back inside, asking one of the servers for a gin. You needed to get drunk. It was a necessity at this point, and as you got more and more tipsy through the night, you found your way back with Steve. By now the party had started to get crazier, people making out in corners and drunkenly stumbling everywhere. Steve held you up as you grinded against him, but stopped when you felt his hand go up your dress. 

“No, no thank you,” you slurred.

He smirked, giving you a steely glare. “You’re asking for it with this slutty little dress and winding me up.” He forcibly grabbed your wrists and started to drag you to a bedroom. “I own you tonight, baby.”

Before you could scream, someone came over and punched Steve in the jaw. You were speechless, staring at his already bruising face. Once again, you were being pulled away, only this time, out of the party. The person dragged you back to your place, and your drunken mind asked, “You wanna come in?” 

Without another word, the two of you were attached by the mouth, clothes being thrown haphazardly around your room. Earlier events from the evening wiped from your memories, and you could have only hoped that your parents weren’t home. Falling into your bed, you and your unknown lover tore up the bedsheets for several hours until you both drunkenly passed out.

When you woke up the next morning, you looked up. You silently thanked yourself for closing your windows before you had left the other night, and only then realized you were cold, naked, and in your own room. 

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself. Throwing on a robe from your closet, you looked around seeing the scattered clothes from you and whoever you had spent your night with. They were still here.

You flew down the stairs at a record-breaking speed, and slid into the kitchen, risky business style, and saw a familiar head of brown hair sitting at the table. “What the fuck, Baizen?”

Carter calmly turned around, smiling as he blew into his coffee. “Damn, Y/N, good morning to you too.”

Scoffing, you grabbed the newspaper he held in his hands and started to whack him with it. “Ow, what the hell?” He grabbed your wrists to calm you, then pulled out a chair next to him for you to sit. Reluctantly, you sat and frowned at him, raising an eyebrow to ask what happened. “Do you treat all your hookups like this?”

“Did we…” You didn’t even want to finish that sentence.

“Sleep together piss-drunk after you told me you didn’t love me back after two years? Yes, we most certainly did, beautiful.” Though your face burned red at the old pet name, you asked for what had happened. “Well, the asshole you were dancing with tried to get you in bed, but I came over and punched him, while we were both still drunk, and I got you back here, and you offered me to come inside and we fucked.”

Your eyes were comically wide, and he would have found the situation really funny if his heart weren’t beating erratically inside his chest as he awaited your full reaction. “So,” you started, “you're still in love with me.”

He tried not to let his embarrassment show, but his cheeks flamed anyway. You smiled genuinely, but you were terrified of whether he meant it or not. “Do you mean it, Carter?”

You stared into the depths of his eyes and he answered, “Yes. I’m so sorry that I was a horrible, horrible friend to you, and I don’t deserve your forgiveness. And I know you already expressed how you felt about me, and let me say, I understand completely. If you want me to, I’ll walk out of that door right now, and you won’t have to see me again. But if you let me stay , I’ll spend every waking moment of my life making sure you feel happy and loved, and making it up to you.”

He stared at you with pleading eyes, and held your hands gently. Suddenly, stinging tears obstructed your vision, and you whimpered. “I love you, Car,” you gave him a watery smile, “never stopped.”

His eyes started to tear up as well, and smiling you finally pressed your lips to his, taking in the moment. The past few years had been torturous for you both, dealing with the loneliness and pain from your broken friendship, but slowly and surely you two built trust. It took a long time, and you took the relationship slowly, but patience was key, and it was all worth it in the end.

PRESENT

“And now we’re here?” You asked. Carter combed his hand through your hair, the soothing action making you rest your head on his shoulder.

“And now we’re here.” He glanced down at you, smiling and pecking your lips.

“Damn, we had one dramatic-ass story.” He chuckled at that and sighed.

“We sure did, baby. But hey, look at us. We’re on top of the world right now. We have a wedding in a few months, you don’t have any cases, and I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms right now.”

You smiled against his neck. “Hey, Car?” He hummed against your hair, looking out the window. The sun had fully risen, making the room glow. “I know we haven’t had this discussion in a while, but are we ready to have kids?” His brow furrowed, but he said nothing. “Car?”

“I mean, sure, we’re both doing so well right now, and we could raise a kid here, right? We’ve got an empty bedroom right across from ours, and we’ve got plenty of space here. I think with the combination of me and you, we’d have a pretty great kid. They’d definitely have my eyes though.” 

“They better have your eyes.” You looked up at him. “So pretty.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead. “The wedding’s coming up pretty soon though, so we can start trying after that.” You laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “Before we get too old.”

You smirked and rolled your eyes. “We’re thirty-three, Carter, we aren’t that old.”

He laughed and said, “I guess you’re right.” Heart beating in your chest, you sighed loudly. “What brought this on?”

You cupped his cheek and took a deep breath. When you had taken the test a week before you had been elated, only to freak out after realizing Carter might not feel the same. But you had been okay for ten years, right? When the two of you had finally gotten together, it did take a lot to find that balance in your relationship, but hell, you were getting married in a few months. Carter was your best friend, number one supporter, and fiance, so you prayed that he would be just as excited. 

“Carter, I’m pregnant.” Looking at him dead in the eye, you hoped that he would be happy. You awaited his reaction for a few seconds, and you wanted to scream in anticipation.

And then you saw it. 

His eyes started to water, and his hands moved to your stomach. ”Really?” He asked, voice wavering. You nodded, eyes beginning to tear up as well.

“We’re having a baby, Mr. Baizen.” You laughed joyfully, as he picked you up by your waist and you wrapped your legs around him. Hands found their way around his neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. 

Tears poured from his eyes, as he laughed. “I love you so, so, much, baby.” Hiding your face in his neck, you giggled some more. “God, we’re having a kid. I swear on my life, I’ll do everything to make sure you and this baby are happy for the rest of our lives.”

And he did. Not such a bad hookup after all, now was it?

[foreficfandom]

Mystic Messenger - Buying MC A Gift

– Zen –

For years, Zen dreamed of buying his love a classic, dainty necklace, romantically delivered in a box all wrapped up in a silk bow. And now he has you! A chance to fulfill this boyfriend dream of his!

He tends to kind of, enforce an image of cuteness on you, even if it’s not your aesthetic. He just likes his love to be innocent and girly. It’s okay if you’re not, he loves you just as much. But when he buys you things, it almost always swings in that direction ‘cause he’s a little unconsciously stubborn like that. 

So he checks his savings and decides that, yep, he’s got enough to splurge a bit, and buys a gold heart necklace. It wasn’t luxurious, nor designer, it was just this teeny 24k gold pendent on a gold-colored chain. The best he could afford at the moment. He asks the store to gift wrap it with the most ‘romantic ribbon’ they have available.

The two of you go on one of your many lunch dates, where Zen has to tuck his hair underneath a hat to make sure the both of you aren’t hassled, and you eat sandwiches with coffee in a cute little shop. 

He slides the box over to you, and there’s this huge smile on his face when you open it to fawn over your gift. 

“It’s only a small thing, but I hope you like it. One day, I’ll be rich enough to afford what you deserve, jagiya.” 

He reaches over and pulls your hair aside to put it around your neck. You touch it with your fingers. It’s all just like his old fantasies. Zen’s romantic dream #35329 fulfilled!

Romantic dream #35330 was when you eventually mentioned to someone in passing, “Oh this necklace? My boyfriend bought it for me.” He just about melted. 

– Yoosung –

For many years, Yoosung didn’t have much money to his name. But he still wanted to buy you gifts because he couldn’t stop thinking about you? Every day he’d daydream about the two of you, about what kind of stuff you’d like to do?? He’d pass by windows of shops and think, “Would MC like this?”

Once he decided to start giving you gifts, he’d kind of freak out a bit because he was worried he’d give you something stupid. He googled for ideas, and talked to Zen, but couldn’t decide what sort of trinkets to shower you with. 

He couldn’t afford good chocolates, and he didn’t know how to buy clothing for another person without going up to you and being like, “Oh, by the way, MC ... what’s your shirt size? Asking for a friend - wait no that’s not what I meant -”

One day, he walks into a bookstore to shop for more mechanical pencils, and by coincidence found large selections of gift items. There’s scented candles! Creative desk toys! Gag gifts of flavored bubble gum and imported mints! 

He ends up choosing what he thought was the cutest. You’d like cute things, right? Cute stuff is universally cheery, so he’d thought you’d enjoy the character-designed set of highlighter markers. 

Turns out that yes, you did enjoy them, and he puffs up with pride all day because yay!! He did a boyfriend thing!

His later gifts were of similar caliber, like sticker sheets or pretty notepads. And later, he finally branches out of the bookstore and looks as jewelry, chocolate boxes, and flower bouquets. Regardless of what he chose, you always loved them. 

– Jaehee –

Most of her ‘gifts’ tend to be of the practical bend. Like stuff for the house both of you end up using, or a set of nice socks because she remembered you mentioning that you needed to replenish your stock.

Not the most romantic gifts, but arguably more appreciated because of how useful they were. Jaehee’s your Functional Adult™ girlfriend and it brings you plenty of joy.

But sometimes she’s compelled to be more whimsical. Her job at C&R didn’t leave her with nothing, and the cafe’s been going so well her wallet’s been more stacked than ever before. So it didn’t take much for her to walk into that gourmet chocolate boutique and purchase a sample box of their best truffles.

Managing your own small business means evenings are usually free. You and Jaehee enjoy a homemade meal, and settle down to drink some beer and watch dramas. Before you can relax completely, she goes, “Oh, I remembered something,” goes to the bedroom, and walks out with a small paper bag. 

“Just a little thing I bought earlier today. I saw it and thought of you.” You opened to reveal your chocolates, your smile making Jaehee’s eyes light up.

You insisted she share them with you, but she refused. She got a smaller box especially to avoid you wanting to share a portion with her. The two of you share most of her gifts already, this is intended to be for you and only you.

So instead you enjoyed your chocolates, biting them in half and showing Jaehee how the chefs filled each one, and discussing the flavors. It gave her inspiration for a new seasonal mocha blend for the cafe!

– Jumin –

Rip in fucking pieces your old commoner life. If a month doesn’t go by where Jumin doesn’t try get you at least two designer items, the world is ending. 

Salvatore handbags. Jewelry from Prada. Balmain dresses. Vuitton shoes. Gourmet boxed strawberries, giant influencer sets of luxury makeup, oh Valentino is producing these cute teddy bears for some reason? Here’s five. 

He’s pretty unpredictable about it, too. Some days, he comes home from a business trip with only one piece for you, for which you’re almost thankful for the lack of a heart attack. And sometimes, he just ups and gets you a car or something, or five new Saint Laurent blouses.

Depending on who you are, it can get pretty overwhelming, or even troubling. All this worth sitting in your room, and is it even towards a productive cause? You remember the days when your family had to struggle with debt and insurance and student loans, you think of all you know who have to deal with eviction and EBT cards, you think of those who starve or die from sickness because they have no money.

You try to explain to Jumin that all this excess is so ... it’s too much. “But my love, I just want to spoil you,” he says. 

 “Then spend more time with me. Don’t blow all this money on material things. I want you.”

That’s a harder thing for Jumin to grant. He’s a perfectionist when it comes to his work, and it’s an internal struggle for him to forgo his crowded schedule to make room for you. 

But it’s a gift that rewards you both. Jumin’s time clears up a bit more, and he stops trying to bury you in luxury you don’t need. You get to wake up next to him more, and spend afternoons and evenings and nights with him. It’s the best gift he could ever give you. 

– Saeyoung –

No, this is not a shitpost. This boy gifts you a fucking gun. Which, depending on who you are, could even spark an argument where Saeyoung insists strongly that he just wants to keep you safe. Carrying guns is highly illegal in South Korea, but since when did Saeyoung care about the law?

You woke up one morning to Saeyoung already five hours deep into his work, because his sleep schedule is still fucked up even though he’s no longer part of the agency. A strange black box was next to your handbag, and you opened it to reveal a small plastic pistol with ammo cartridges. 

“It should be small enough to fit in your purse. Keep the safety on unless you want to shoot. Stay safe, baby - S”

Saeyoung already gives you crazy gifts of robot cats, automatic night lights, talking dolls, and even at one point a taser. But this was crossing a line. If you got caught with this in your purse, it’d be a legal disaster. 

Now granted, Saeyoung didn’t actually intend for you to be carrying a concealed firearm whenever you go to the cornerstore to buy milk. He just kinda thought it’d be an extra precaution during more troubled times. Being slightly sleep deprived and hopped up on soda at the time didn’t help his decision making. 

You wait until he leaves his hacker den to testily shove the gun under his nose and demand an explanation. He pleads his case, and tries to insist that he was only thinking of your safety.

If you’re not comfortable carrying the gun around, he helps you tuck it away in an accessible part of the bunker. 

“Please, baby, just let me know you’re protected.” He hugs you, and you thank him for his thoughtfulness. Even if its a bit weird. 

– Saeran –

His Ray alter would have scoured the globe for anything you asked of him. Saeran today still wants to spoil you as much as he can. Which, as his life slowly stabilizes, begins to grow in opportunity.

Like his brother, he makes tech for you. Mostly software, such as tricking out your laptop to have firewall defense that no money could buy, or hotwiring your phone to run quicker and faster than new.

His money begins to flow in from freelance work, and he starts to look for more classically romantic gifts. First, it was bouquets of flowers he’d surprise you with, then it was little wrapped boxes of macaroons, and then he would shop for crystal jewelry and expensive perfumes.

He wanted to pursue that ‘princess’ image. He no longer tried to force you into it, but instead let it inspire his romantic bent. Every holiday or occasion that allowed for the slightest excuse for gift giving, and he was guaranteed to give you something or another. On Chuseok, he gave you a silk shawl. For Halloween, it was a large box of decorated sweets. On Christmas, it was a pressed flower pendent. New Years was a smart watch that he reprogrammed. 

And on random occasions, he’ll still come home with a large bouquet of carefully arranged flowers, or perhaps a new potted plant to decorate the house. 

You always reward him with a kiss, and it makes him feel really appreciated. A bit of loving normalcy in his otherwise troubled life. 

– Jihyun –

While Jumin tends to be very ostentatious with his wealth, Jumin is a lot more reserved. He may not buy you Chanel coats on a whim, but he still shells out quite large amounts of money for dinner at a fancy restaurant, or a beautiful hand-printed silk scarf he bought while working in Shanghai.

When he buys you smaller gifts, he picks up things from co-ops and other independent, artsy places, usually while he’s running other errands. He’d be shopping for kitchen gadgets and touring the wellness section, and he spotted this beautiful set of bath salts that he’d thought you enjoy. Or, he’s on his way back from the gym and passed a natural produce boutique, and saw a gorgeous gift box of unique tea mixes. 

He’s a believer of sustainable living, so most of what he buys he tries to put his money towards ethical practices. So if you’re getting something from him, expect it to be natural-grade, vegan, fair-trade, etc. Whether its a bag of candied oranges, or a pearl necklace. 

He likes to be spontaneous with his casual trinkets, and traditional when it comes to occasions. You never know if he’s gonna come back from grocery shopping with a scented candle for you, but it’s for sure that he’s got some special bracelet or hair barrettes for Valentine’s. 

To him, these are all just evidences of his newfound peace and tranquility. There’s nothing like being out and about, seeing something, and being able to go, “Hm! I wonder if my love would like this?” So it propels him to buy it and test out the hypothesis. And it almost always results in your smile, which to him is the best reward.

[realllllfangirllllll]

Sugar Daddy!Kun ||

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{NCT Masterlist}

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A/N: I had this thought for the longest time & decided to put it to words. The thought of Daddy Kun is always screwing me over agshskskfj

(I will also have a set premiere date for Beyond Lovers very soon!!)

Kun first saw you shopping at a Chanel store

You were dragged there by your friend

Who loved high brand fashion unlike you

You knew you couldn’t afford any of the things she bought

But you always followed along because you loved your friend

While lingering around the perfume section a person suddenly sprayed perfume on your neck

You turned around in anger

Expecting a worker to bother you

But was met with a beautiful man’s smirk

There he was whispering next to your ears

“Grasse Jasmine and May Rose would smell amazing on you”

Both stunned and offended you left him hanging

Meeting your friend at the cashier counter

The cashier worker went up to you and handed you a bag

Peeking inside you saw the exact perfume the man sprayed on you

In the bag read a note:

It would be a waste of perfume if it wasn’t on you.

Love, Kun

He also left you his phone number on the back

Touched and frustrated, you went home and dialed the number

You tried to tell him you won’t accept the $135 perfume

Including the dress and bag that came with it

So he appeared on your front doorstep

And did the exact opposite of what you wanted

He took the bag and stepped into your house

Making himself perfectly comfortable as if he owned it

Placing the bag on the floor beside the couch

He made a deal with you instead

He told you there were no refunds

And that if you weren’t comfortable with owning such expensive stuff for free

Then you would just simply have to repay him

A burden lifted off your shoulders as he offered this to you

But you weren’t aware of his hidden motives

When you shook his hands to seal the deal

He pulled you onto his lap and said in a husky voice

“Be my babygirl”

You stared at him like he was crazy but he continued speaking

In a close proximity

“I’ll treat you well in return and you’ll have everything you ever wanted”

You questioned him for details and he only said

“Call me daddy”

Your eyes widened

You were freaked out by this man

But he was so smooth and his damn dimples hypnotized you

Your face flushed and you looked down to hide your face

Pulling you by the chin he leaned even closer

“Say it and you won’t ever have to worry about anything else”

You were intrigued but still felt very awkward about the situation

You bit your lip in frustration

About to refuse but suddenly

You felt something hard underneath your thighs

And you blushed even harder when you realized what it was

Kun let out a groan

“Fuck don’t bite your lips like that”

“See what you did to me?”

Kun couldn’t wait any longer for your response

Too captured in the sensation of your close proximity

He pulled you by the back of your neck into a heated kiss

You melted into his touch and your hands shot up to his head

But before you could tangle your fingers in his hair

He grabbed your wrists

“Nuh uh babygirl, down.”

You did what he told you to

Too caught up in the lust

“Unbuckle”

Your hands slowly shot up to his pants and undid them

What you didn’t expect was to see his impossibly large length bounce onto his neat dress shirt

“Open.”

You opened your mouth and he grabbed a fistful of your hair

Taking him slowly

But Kun had different plans

He made you take all of him as soon as he can

Thrusting up into the tip of your throat

Making you gag as tears started to form on the edge of your eyes

You held his legs tightly as you tried your best to take all of him

Pulling you up by your hair

You let go of his member with a pop

A trail of saliva mixed with precum connected the tip of his dick and your mouth as you got up

He sucked harshly on your lips

Exploring the inside of your mouth

Tangling your tongues together as he unzipped your dress

Pulling it down and tossing it to the floor

You unbottoned his dress shirt and pulled his expensive suit jacket off him

Your mind was in a haze as he aligned the tip of his dick near your entrance

Anxious you gripped onto his broad shoulders

You let out a long moan when he pushed inside you

“Shit babygirl you’re so tight”

All you can do is moan as he stretched your tights walls

You let out a gasp as he pushed halfway into you

Burying your face in the crook of his neck and whispered

“It kind of hurts”

Kun immediately stopped

Gently grabbing your face to face him

“Fuck y/n are you a virgin??”

You avoided contact as you replied with a quiet “yes”

Kun became furious at the fact that you didn’t tell him

“I didn’t know it was such a big deal”

Kun scoffed and pulled out of you

Scooping you up he asked where your bedroom was

Lightly tossing you on the bed

And removing the rest of his clothing

He hovered over you

And placed a light kiss on your forehead

“Tell me if it hurts even a little ok?”

You nodded and he slowly entered you once again

You grabbed the bed sheets as the feeling of pleasure bubbled up in you again

Kun slowly inched inside you

And when you confirmed you weren’t in pain

He began slowly thrusting in you

Wrapping your arms around his neck you moaned loudly

Not able to handle the agonizing pace you whispered

“Faster please”

Kun left wet marks on your neck and mumbled

“Please what”

It took you a second before you realized what he wanted to hear

You moaned “please daddy”

Before you even finished speaking

He thrusted into you with incredible speed

Hitting a spot you didn’t know could make you feel so good

Leaving marks down his back with your nails harshly scratching at it

You moaned constantly as he relentlessly thrusted in you

Your body shook uncontrollably as you reached your orgasm

Kun captured your moans with a deep kiss

You felt him twitch inside you as he quickly pulled out of you

Gently panting your head

“Open up for me babygirl”

You obeyed and opened your mouth

As he released his seed inside your mouth

The remaining cum dripping down your chin

“Good girl now shallow”

He rubbed your cheeks as you slowly shallowed

Fascinated by the new taste of salt and a tinge of sweetness

Grabbing a tissue on the nightstand

Kun cleaned your chin and gave you a kiss

“You did amazing babygirl”

You smiled tiredly as he pulled the blankets over you

Falling asleep almost immediately

He left a kiss on the side of your head and left you a note on the nightstand:

Call me when you wake up. I’m taking you on little trip to Hawaii tomorrow. No need for a luggage. I’ll have everything prepared for you on the jet.

Sweet dreams, Daddy