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[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hello friend!

Would it be alright if I request some angst content with the Archons + Neuvi + Arlecchino where the darling is injured to a lethal extent, where they are hanging by a thread (your choice if it was self-given or otherwise).

Maybe some of them took darling's company and time for granted so having them be so close to gone is like a wake up call to them, and they become 10x more overbearing, and perhaps a little loving? Thank you!!!

🍌anon

Hi thank you so much for the request! Unfortunately I don't really do more than 3-4 characters in one post anymore so I did half the characters you asked for, but you are 100% free to send in another request for the others <3 I hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including mentions of violence, mentions of delusional behavior, mentions of reader being sick, hurt, and otherwise injured, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk.

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino might be a bit cold and standoffish, but she was never a cruel lover. She just didn’t trust herself to get any closer to you than she was. She’d sleep in the same bed as you at night, buy you gifts, and eat meals with you, but affection was a difficult thing to get from her. Arlecchino has feared being close to someone not because she doesn’t want to be loved, but because she doesn’t want to experience any more loss in her life.

She thought that by keeping you at arm’s length she could protect you, but in fact, she had been wrong. Sitting by your bedside, ears blocking out the dull beeping of your monitors as she stares. Not at your face, she can’t bring herself to look at your gorgeous features after letting you get this hurt, but instead, she stares at your hand. It lays limp on top of the bed sheets, and as much as Arlecchino hates to admit it, she wants nothing more than to hold it right now.

It’s almost as painful as the first time she saw you all bandaged up, wires all over you as you lay on the bed, looking more so asleep than in the coma the doctor said you were in. The desire to hold your hand, it made her fingers twitch, her nose scrunch and her heart hurt. Arlecchino loved you, undoubtedly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to be affectionate with you on this level. Against her will though, her hand seems to move on its own, creeping up the side of the bed and gently scooping up your limp one. Arlecchino was never one to cry, a barely audible curse leaving her lips as she bites them, trying to steady their trembling as she turns her head, blinking away the building tears. She hated crying, but she hated even more that this was the first time she’d ever held your hand, a time when you couldn’t even return it, couldn’t even be awake to feel it.

Neuvillette:

Neuvillette is distraught, both because of how long it took him to notice how bad your cold had been getting and because he didn’t even notice till a small hoard of angry melusines stormed his office. It wasn’t like he was trying to be ignorant, he had just been busy and figured that you’d get over your cold soon. Humans are strong and resilient, a mere cold shouldn’t be that difficult, especially with some melusines caring for you.

He had rushed home immediately, finding you curled up under a mass of blankets and yet still shivering, a gathering of melusines around you fussing and frantic over your continuous decline. While Neuvillette wanted to reassure them that you’d be alright, looking at you in this moment, he couldn’t even reassure himself of that.

A week had passed since Neuvillette had rushed home, refusing to return to his office until you had made a full recovery. He spent most of the day laying in bed with you, helping to keep you warm by holding you close, his natural body temperature being higher than humans helped greatly with this. He wasn’t worried about catching your cold, dragons had much hardier immune systems, but he was worried about your slow recovery rate. Even with the gracious help of the melusines, you had rapidly declined before he came around to ensure you were recovering. A small part of him wonders what it was that was making you worse, he knew the care the melusines provided was above and beyond what he could do himself. The small part of him that doesn’t know hides the smaller part that does know what was wrong, that small bit of denial that his ignorance was making you worse.

Zhongli:

It had been a long time since Zhongli last felt the warm, sticky feeling of blood on his hands, the front of his suit splattered in it and his polearm drenched in it. Despite having once been the war god, it was never something Zhongli enjoyed, which was why he made the change to the god of contracts. Yet in this moment, he couldn’t refrain from the violent nature that lurked within him. 

Seeing you crumpled on the ground, an ever-growing puddle of blood beneath you as a gathering of treasure hoarders laughed and stalked off, hands holding belongings stolen from the innocent citizens of Liyue, you included. It left a gross feeling in his chest, a sickening, growing rage that he couldn’t dismiss. His first move was to evaluate your condition, making sure you were stable before demanding Xiao, his most treasured Adeptus, take you to the Bubu pharmacy. His second course of action was to summon his polearm, following the obvious trail the attackers had left behind.

Zhongli didn’t even bother to clean up before going to visit you, his once pristine image now stained as he stalked into the pharmacy. He was covered in dried red, yet not a spec was his. He didn’t even need directions to know where you were, silently walking over to the cot you were laid on, pulling up a chair to sit beside you as he nodded in regards to the doctor himself, Baizhu. There weren't many in Liyue that Zhongli trusted to treat his beloved well, but Baizhu he knew was a capable doctor. Looking at Xiao, who stood silently in the corner, watching over you till Zhongli arrived, the tall man dismissed the Yaksha, who knew exactly what mess he was being asked to clean up. It was in this moment, watching skilled hands drag a needle through your delicate skin, stitching up wound after wound, that Zhongli swore he’d never leave your side, not even for a moment. He couldn’t lose you.

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your writing goes so hard i keep rereading the whitlar you wrote,, truly awakened something in me. thank you for sharing it i will think about it forever

if you're taking requests at the moment would you consider indulging the gay boys with a breeding kink (me) with some mlm kylar flavoured drabble 🫶 i love how desperate he is it makes me so unwell i think that he should simply try knock up m!PC just as much as he tries with f!PC 🫣 ok good bye thank you for your time i have been abnormal enough in your inbox for one day love and peace

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hiiiii anon!! so glad you enjoyed the whitlar. it was so fun to write i love those boys!!! but onto your request—as a fellow gay boy with a breeding kink, HELL YEAH!!!! it’s like you’re reading my mind. i hope you enjoy this! for this i did a cis male reader, but if anyone wants a transmasc reader getting bred… lets just say i am most definitely not opposed. and feel free to be as abnormal in my inbox as you like!! i love hearing insane thoughts. i didn’t proofread this at all so no beta we die like anyone kylar kills for your sake (devs please let him commit murder for us). ok enough said here we go :3

m!kylar x m!reader. m!kylar x m!reader. breeding kink, dubcon, somnophilia, anal sex, overstimulation, slight bratty reader, reader fucks around and finds out, use of ‘mommy’ (not mommy kink!! the word is used in a very kylar way). 2473 words.

The unrelenting midday sunlight poured through the massive windows into the cafeteria. It was the only room at the Oxford Street School that didn’t feel like a prison—at least, not in terms of aesthetics. It was still a prison in every other way. You knew that far too intimately. As you stepped into the cafeteria, the first thing you glimpsed was a table of delinquents, all of them leering at you. Their faces turned into harsh, shadowy lines beneath the pale light. You grimaced and went to get your food.

You weren’t popular. Not in the least. Maybe you could have been. You were attractive, intelligent, and personable. Unfortunately for your social status, you just had to fall in love with the most reviled kid in school.

You grabbed some food, then glanced around the cafeteria, looking for your boyfriend. He was easy enough to spot, thankfully. It was hard not to see his green eyes staring at you, tracing your every move. You smiled. You made your way over to him, ignoring the strange looks you got. You were used to it by now. 

You sat down next to Kylar and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Hi, Ky,” you said.

Kylar blushed, as he always did when you showed him affection. It didn’t matter how many times you told him how much you loved him. He would still blush like a schoolboy at the slightest provocation. It was cute. Kylar loved you so much. God, you were lucky.

“Hey,” he mumbled, finally letting himself smile as his hand found yours under the table. “How was your morning? I didn’t see you in English.”

His eyes darkened briefly. “You weren’t… you weren’t with someone else, were you?”

You giggled. “No, silly,” you said. “You’re the only one for me. I was just in the nurse’s office.”

Kylar frowned. “The nurse’s office? A-are you hurt, my love?”

His worry was adorable. You smiled and leaned against his shoulder. “No, I’m just feeling a little under the weather. Nothing major,” you said. “The nurse let me lie down for a while.”

You took a bite of your salad. Kylar watched the up-and-down motion of your jaw, his eyes following the gentle bobbing of your throat as you chewed and swallowed. “That pregnant girl was there,” you said between bites. “She was getting some painkillers, I think. Poor girl.”

Kylar seemed intrigued. “What pregnant girl?”

You shrugged. “I don't know her name. She’s in my science class,” you said. “But she’s nice. I don’t think people are being too mean to her about it. The pregnancy, I mean.”

Kylar didn’t respond. You took a few more bites of your salad. The silence dragged on. You set your fork down and looked over at your boyfriend. He was staring off into the distance, a sad, faraway look in his eyes.

You squeezed his hand. “Ky,” you asked, “is something the matter?”

Kylar looked back at you, his eyes wide and longing. “I-I wish…” he started, then he trailed off. His face went rosy again, and he looked down.

You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Ky, if something’s wrong, you can tell me.”

You felt Kylar’s arm settle around your waist. He rested his head on top of yours, and soft, dark hair spilled into your vision. You closed your eyes, momentarily letting yourself ignore the world around you, relishing in the moment of stillness with your lover. Minutes passed, and you could almost forget that he had been upset at all.

Then, he spoke again.

“I-I wish I could get you pregnant.”

Your eyes snapped open. You whipped your head upwards to look at him. “What?”

Kylar startled at the sudden movement and reeled backwards. “I-I’m sorry, my love!” he squeaked. “I-I didn’t mean to-”

“Wait, slow down,” you interjected before he could start babbling. “It’s fine. I’m not mad at you. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

He let out a relieved exhale. You idly traced the stitches on his sweater with your finger, thinking over his words. It was no secret that Kylar wanted to have a family with you. He was constantly telling you about the future he dreamed of, a future where the two of you were married with a house full of children, a future where you were happy and blissful and at peace. But you had always assumed that Kylar wanted to adopt. It wasn’t like it was possible for you two to have biological kids, after all. You had the same body parts. But now that Kylar had revealed this particular fantasy of his, you couldn’t help but try to wring a little more out of him.

“So…” you began, your voice teasing. “You wanna get me pregnant, huh?”

Kylar nodded, looking only slightly less sheepish than before. “I-I know it’s impossible,” he mumbled. “But the thought of you… pregnant with my babies…”

You propped your chin up on his shoulder and grinned at him. “Don’t get a boner in the cafeteria, Ky.”

“I-I’m not!” he replied. 

You giggled. Kylar always got so defensive when you teased him. Another one of his adorable little idiosyncrasies. “Well…” you purred, your fingers trailing up the length of his arm. “We can’t be sure that it’s impossible, can we?”

You leaned in towards Kylar, your hand resting on his thigh. You heard his breath hitch as you smirked up at him. Kylar’s eyes were blown wide, his face bright red, his lips parted in awe. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, clearly trying to tamp down his growing arousal. “What do you mean?” he asked timidly.

You tilted your head to the side ever-so-innocently. “I mean,” you mused, batting your eyelashes, “it’s still worth a shot.”

The bell rang, slicing through your reverie. You sat upright. “Shit,” you hissed. “I’m gonna be late for history.” 

You stood up, delighting in how Kylar was still blushing and sputtering beneath you. You leaned down and kissed his cheek once more. “See ya later, Ky!” you called over your shoulder as you raced out of the cafeteria. 

As you left, you smiled to yourself, pleased with the reactions you had been able to draw out of your boyfriend. Maybe it was cruel to tease him about such a personal, intimate fantasy, but Kylar was a sweet boy. He was timid and cute and obsessed with pleasing you. He wasn’t the kind to take your silly teasing to heart. It wasn’t like he was going to act on his fantasy, right?

Right?

***

That night, you woke up to cold enveloping your body and heat building in your gut. You shivered, wondering when you had kicked the covers off. You reached for the blankets, only to feel something catch your hand.

“Shh, my love,” came a soft voice. “It’s okay, it’s only me, I’ve got you.”

Your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you saw was the open window, the pale curtains fluttering in the night wind. A black sky lingered just outside, its darkness complete, unmarred by patches of light. Your covers had been thrown onto the floor, leaving you bared to the chill in only your pajamas. Somehow, your pajama bottoms had gone missing. 

But perhaps most surprising of all, Kylar was above you, his green eyes boring into yours.

“Ky?” you murmured sleepily. “What’re you doing here?”

He giggled, baring his pearly white teeth. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. It would have been sweet in any other situation, but right now you were just confused.

“I-I just couldn’t be without you any longer, beloved,” he whispered against your lips. “I kept thinking about what you said, and I want to do it.”

It was only then that you noticed the sensations coming from your ass. Kylar was two fingers deep in your hole, scissoring them gently. You froze. You didn’t know how long he had been inside you, but he most definitely had started opening you up while you were still fast asleep. You pushed yourself up to your elbows and tried to scramble away, but Kylar pinned your hand above your head, leaning over you so you couldn’t escape.

Kylar’s eyes were wide and pitiful, like a sad puppy. “My love, why are you fighting?” he asked. “Don’t you want this? Don’t you want to have my babies?”

He slipped another finger into your ass. Kylar’s fingers weren’t particularly large, but they always felt girthier when they were inside you. He pushed them in as far as they could go. He curled them inwards, hitting your prostate. Sparks fired through your body. You gasped, your head falling back against your pillows.

Kylar smiled. “That’s it, love,” he mused. “See? You’re already feeling so good. Your body knows how bad you need me.”

“Ky, wait-” you managed, but a pointed thrust of his fingers cut you off, a moan letting loose from your lips. You wanted to fight him. You really did. You loved Kylar, but you didn’t want him to make a habit of sneaking into your room in the middle of the night. But all the fight left in you dissipated with every tiny bit of pleasure he brought you. Kylar took you apart so easily on his fingers, turning you into nothing more than a whimpering, pleading mess beneath him.

By now, your cock was fully erect, leaking against Kylar’s pants. You bucked your hips upwards, trying to get some friction. Kylar frowned.

“A-are my fingers not for you, my love?” he said anxiously. “That’s okay. I know what you want. I’ll give you what you want.”

Kylar abruptly pulled his fingers out of your hole. You whimpered, feeling like a part of you was missing. He stroked your cheek. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I can never stay apart from you for long.”

He pushed himself up to his knees and pulled his sweatshirt over his head. He looked almost like an apparition in the low light, his skin dappled with shadowy lines. After a moment of struggle, Kylar removed his pants, too. His cock, which always seemed to be bigger than you remembered, was engorged, ready to breed you full.

Kylar leaned down again and lined his cock up with your hole. You didn’t even ask him to wear a condom. You knew there was simply no chance. He locked your lips in a wet, messy kiss as he slowly pushed himself into your ass.

You groaned against his mouth, already dangerously close to release. He giggled. “You love me so much,” he murmured, “but I love you even more.”

Slowly but surely, Kylar began to move. His thick cock dragged deliciously against your walls, marking you as his long before he even came inside you. You swore you could feel every vein, every millimeter of soft skin as they moved through your insides. It was the most intense thing you had ever felt in your life.

Kylar pressed his hand against your stomach. “God, I can’t wait for when you have a baby bump,” he breathed, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re going to be such a beautiful mommy, my love.”

His hand moved upwards towards your chest. “And these,” he said, a shiver running through his body, “these are going to be so nice and swollen with milk. I can see it already. You’re so perfect.”

You whimpered, letting yourself entertain thoughts you had never indulged before. What if you really did get pregnant? Logically, you knew it was impossible, but maybe, just maybe, if Kylar bred you full enough times he might actually be able to fuck a baby into you. Weirder things had happened in this town.

“Love, just picture it,” Kylar continued, his thrusts picking up the pace, hitting your prostate with every motion. “You, walking around town with a big, pregnant belly. Everyone would know that you’re mine. N-nobody would ever try to take you away from me again. You’d be mine, forever and ever.”

That was all it took for you. You came, your cock spurting ropes of cum across your stomachs. You thought Kylar might take it easy on you, maybe give you some reprieve, but he only moved faster. He hit your prostate again and again until your boner came back. Your cock stung, growing red and inflamed. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes.

Kylar smiled sympathetically and kissed the tear tracks on your cheeks. “I can’t stop now, my love,” he said, staring down at you hungrily. “I need to get you pregnant. I can’t give up until I know you’re full of my baby.”

He panted, his short breaths interspersed with desperate moans. You could tell he was getting close. Kylar never lasted long. Not with you.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeated, each repetition of the phrase punctuated by another thrust. It was only a few strokes more until Kylar’s hips were stuttering as he came deep inside you. His head dropped into the crook of your neck as he eagerly fucked you through his orgasm. The feeling of his seed spilling into you had you cumming again, your aching cock releasing again in record time.

You felt Kylar’s hot breath against your collarbone. You reached up to stroke his hair, tangling your fingers in the messy black mop. About a minute or so passed in peace, and you were blissful. Happy that Kylar loved you so much, but grateful that it was over. Hopeful that he would let you sleep soon.

Then, you felt something. Kylar’s cock grew hard inside you again. Your insides struggled to accommodate him, stretching around the rapidly thickening length. You looked up at Kylar, eyes pleading, silently praying that he would pull out, that he would take mercy on you.

Kylar smiled, the insanity clear on his face, the predatory glint in his eyes glowing brighter than ever. “My love,” he said, “you’re going to be such a good mommy. You want that, don’t you? You want to be the mother of my children?”

Without giving you much thought, you nodded.

Kylar caught your lips in one more long, passionate kiss. “Good,” he breathed, “‘cause I’m not done with you yet. I’m not stopping until you’re bred full.”

The night passed in a haze of pleasure and pain as you slipped in and out of sleep. The whole time, Kylar kept going, the thought of you pregnant spurring him on until the sun rose. When you woke up, you were sore all throughout your abdomen, more tired than rested. You rested your hand on your belly, feeling a slight swell there. And, despite the torment of the previous night, you couldn’t help but smile.

You really would be an amazing mommy, wouldn’t you?

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Bucktommy Charity Relay

The Angst

This is the angst part for the @bucktommycharityrace . Just so you know there is like a slight spoiler-y non permanent MCD thingy in here. If you don't want to read it it's like totally fine.

I mean, I do have the two other fics Fluff, Smut.

It will be really, really appreciated if you can donate to Lambda Legal here or if you can't just reblog to give it a signal boost so others can.

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"Evan, I know this may not mean much but please pick up the phone. We're all worried about you." Tommy basically sobbed into the phone.

He'd been trying to reach him for a while now, countless missed calls and voice mails piling up. Ever since the massive building had collapsed on top of Bobby and the other firefighters, the several empty caskets were lowered into the ground, good men who had lost their lives saving people, Buck hadn't been the same.

Tommy knew that feeling, the utter pain, the hopelessness seeing your comrades mowed down. Eddie knew it as well, they could see it in each other. But Tommy knew how much more Evan was hurting. Bobby was more than just a captain to Buck, he was so much more.

Evan was hurting. He was hurting and it ripped Tommy to pieces that he wasn't with him. The entire 118, even Eddie who had travelled back from El Paso, were frantically looking for Buck. Everybody was calling around, asking their friends and family to be on a lookout.

"I'll try, Tommy."

"Thanks Dante." The line went dead but he forgot to put his phone down for a second until Hen clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Honestly, no." He rubbed his eyes, willing the tears to go away and making his voice less shaky. He cleared his throat, looking ahead, beyond his former crew.

"Wanna tell us who that was?" Chimney looked equally as horrible. He had big bags under his eye and his voice was scratchy.

"A friend. He's good with technology. I asked him if he could help." Short sentences. He didn't really want to talk. Hen nodded and left, leaving him and Howie alone.

"Howie." He called out, trying to get his attention. "It wasn't your fault."

Howie just let out a wet chuckle.

"Everybody's saying the same damn thing, then why doesn't it feel like it?" A tear dripped down from his eye. Bobby being gone was affecting everyone. Obviously. It was Robert Nash they were talking about. Tommy just wordlessly scooted next to Howie, wrapping his arms around the man.

Each day that passed without any news about Evan killed Tommy a little. LA was a big place and according to Dante, one person could only do so much. If only he knew that there was entire village. Everybody was busting their asses looking for Buck.

Dante pulled through and was able to pick up Buck on a CCTV by pure luck. He messaged Tommy the location as well as the footage for confirmation. The resolution was shit but Tommy knew. He knew that it was Evan. It was just the location that scared him.

It was an under construction building, rumored to be one of the tallest in Los Angeles. Except the owner had gotten in some hot water regarding worker rights. The unfinished building was now in the process of being demolished. Which meant less security, less safety. He had heard of a gnarly accident which happened there, maybe that was where Evan heard it too.

He didn't have any time to waste. He snatched his keys and ran. The map showed he'd be at his destination in twenty minutes . He was there by eighteen. The security violently flinched on seeing him and blocked his way, probably on instinct.

"H-Hey! You cannot go there! The building is unstable!" Despite the literal decades of first responder knowledge he possessed, right now none came to mind. His mind was clouded with panic, desperation and Evan.

He grabbed the guard by his collars, almost picking him up from the ground.

"Listen here, you piece of shit. Someone entered this building when YOU were supposed be on duty. Because of YOUR incompetence, a person's life is in danger. I swear to god if anything happens to him I'll-" He was getting carried away. The poor man looked terrified. To be fair, it was fuck-o-clock in the night. Pushing the guard away, he raced up the stairs, taking two at a time.

His legs were burning by the time he reached the top, air was refusing to go into his lungs but he saw him. He saw Evan, staring into the LA nightscape. He gave no indication to whether or not he heard Tommy or not and to be honest, he wasn't exactly quiet.

"Evan." His voice was a bit hoarse because of all the screaming and his throat hurt a bit.

"Go away Tommy." Evan's voice was worse than hurt. It was indifferent.

"Evan, please." He took another step, trying to close the distance.

"I don't like repeating myself Tommy. Go. Away." He enunciated, voice still that steely calm.

"I'm not leaving unless you come with me."

"I SAID LEAVE!" It was as if a dam broke. Evan's phone flew right beside Tommy, right into the unfinished wall. Evan's appearance betrayed his calm voice. His curls were matted. his eyes were bloodshot. The scratches from that call still hadn't healed and his face was an angry red. He was the most beautiful person in the world.

"Evan, you can't push me away. What the hell were you thinking coming here?" Tommy slowly kept advancing, too scared to make any sort of sudden moves. He didn't want to spook Evan.

"None of your business." He snarled.

"Actually, it's very much my business. Do you know how much your sister's worried? Your best friend? Everyone back home?"

"Okay, start blaming me again." He rolled his eyes, "The emotional, dramatic Evan Buckley, always making everything about himself. It's not like I lost someone too."

"Evan, I'm not blaming you."

"DON'T CALL ME THAT."

"Okay then, Buck please. Let's just talk." He gestured towards the steps.

"Will us talking bring him back? IT DOESN'T MATTER."

Tommy had distracted Evan enough that he was close enough to grab onto his wrist. He held on with all his might, trying and failing to ignore the fact that there will probably be massive bruises on his wrist now. Evan didn't react at first. Then a fist flew right into his face. It was only due to the years in the army and the continuous martial arts training session that he dodged that. The knee in the ribs that followed right after caught him by surprise.

Tommy would've been a little proud, remembering the several self defense lessons he'd given Evan, had he not been on his knees, gasping for air. Evan didn't waste a single second, tackling him to the ground on his back (don't let your opponent even breath Evan, he remembered telling him). Left and right, Evan threw a barrage of punches. Most of them were body shots except for a few which left Tommy's ear ringing.

His mind when back to when they were in the exact same position, except there was much less clothing involved and much less punching. The thought pulled a small chuckle out of him which paused Evan right in his tract, eyes widened.

Tommy took this opportunity and gently grabbed his closed fist. Bringing it to his face, he waited until it relaxed before burying his cheek in it. Did it burn and hurt like a bitch? Yes. But seeing Evan, all the hurt and pain, without any sort of facade was worth it.

"T-Tommy, oh my god." Evan was horrified. Tommy didn't know whether it was at his face, or his own actions.

"It's okay Evan."

"N-No. I hurt you and it's not okay and should've controlled-" He was interrupted by Tommy pulling him into his chest.

Whatever Evan was so dearly holding on to all came crashing down as he started to sob into Tommy. Tommy stayed silent, rubbing his back and gently scratching his head.

"He's gone, Tommy. He's really gone. I thought this was one of my bad dreams but it's real. And he's gone." He sobbed.

"It will be okay, Evan." Tommy knew he was lying. This sort of shit remained with you for all your life.

They laid there together for a while, both of them catching their breaths.

"I don't what I'll do now."

"We'll figure it out together, okay? Everybody is there for you Evan, if you just let us in." They were upright now, their knees digging into the concrete.

"Every morning, I messaged him. Every morning, I hoped something different happened. He never messaged back."

"I'm so sorry, Evan." Tommy hugged him again, with all his might.

They sat in silence for a few seconds before Evan suggested they go home.

Just as they got up, Tommy's phone ringed. Howie? He quickly picked up, thinking it was some sort of emergency.

"Chimney? What happened? Why are you calling this late?" Tommy couldn't keep the panicked tone out of his voice.

"Tommy, they found Bobby." Tommy's heart stopped. The image of a broken, battered Bobby Nash was almost too much to handle. Chimney continued, "He's at First Presbyterian. They're saying it's retrograde amnesia."

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The Ecstasy of Temptation

Summary: During the celebration that the D'Antonio siblings organized, with a bit of too many glasses of wine, the young omega, Santino, unexpectedly went in heat. The only one who could help him handle that was his alpha bodyguard, John, even if that meant breaking the rules of the contract. And he took great care of Santino in his heat.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: August 12th, (12.8.) 2023 was the day I got registered on ao3, became LittleRealSimp. The day I officially joined. The lore behind this silly username is literally me and my irl bestie sitting in a park and talking about how we're gonna name ourselves there. And we both came up with silly usernames ehehe :P. I can't believe it's already been a year, like what, A WHOLE YEAR! I was lurking on ao3 for a VERY long time, and during summer 2023, I got enough courage to start posting.

This fic is a gift for @mrssimply because really her fics were the ones that helped me get through that summer and inspired me to start working on my own fics. I remember reading those fics on the terrace, at evening, so those are really some of my favorite memories from my vacation. BUT ALSO thank you for being my beta reader, a friend, a support, helping me out so much, and all our conversations, that really means a lot to me! Thank you for reading this, too! I'm so happy you like it! <3

Ahh this all made me emotional. I'm just so happy and can't believe it was already a year, and so much had happened. What a journey, and it's still going!

1 year anniversary of me officially joining on ao3, celebrating with a new fic!

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The D'Antonio siblings threw a celebration over gaining more territory. Gianna was in charge there, greeting guests and having everything under control. Santino, on the other hand, regretted even being there.

He usually liked those celebrations only because he actually felt included and he could drink more wine. The guests were annoying to him probably because most of them were alphas and only a few people knew Santino was an omega. Gianna, his family and John who was assigned as his bodyguard. Who was also an alpha.

John knew he wasn't supposed to have anything with Santino. The contract made that very clear and Gianna's order to him not to react at his heat or his actions during it. He listened of course, but he had to admit, Santino was tempting. The omega didn't want to play by the rules, always teasing John when he had a chance to.

Tonight, John had to keep Santino in his sight all the time. With other alphas around, powerful people, anything was possible. Santino was wearing blockers, he always did when he was around people. He hated the way some alphas would look at him as if they knew.

John kept his distance, watching how Santino was on his second glass of wine and accompanied by a younger alpha. Santino didn't seem interested in the guy, he was just pretending to listen to whatever he was saying.

Luckily, Gianna came to check out the situation. She excused Santino for a moment, going to a private room.

“Don't drink too much, you know how wine affects you,” Gianna reminded him, not looking very pleased.

“I know, don't worry,” Santino reassured her, “Thanks for getting me out of that situation. That guy was not shutting up.”

“Yes, I could tell.” His sister agreed, “Just go easy on the drinks, it could trigger your heat. After all, alphas are all around.”

“I'm wearing blockers, they can't scent me.” Santino fixed his tie, checking himself out in a small mirror on the wall.

Gianna sighed, walking over to him to fix his hair, but the omega moved away.

“Your heat is supposed to come… tomorrow? Or in two days?” Gianna tried to remember his last heat, she has lost track of his cycles ever since he kinda snapped at her for doing that.

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[kat651]

sensory overload

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You returned to 221b exhausted. One more thing and you knew you would burst into tears. You just needed a long, hot shower, and to sleep for as long as you wanted. 

You hadn't even finished taking off your shoes when your name was called from the living room. You took a slow breath and let it out you then walked into the living room. “What is it, Sherlock?” you asked you immediately scolded yourself for sounding so small and weak. 

“I was wondering if you could-” Sherlock paused when he saw your face. “Oh y/n what's wrong?” he asked, walking over to you.

“I-it nothing.” you lied, voice trembling a  little. “What was it you wanted me to do?” you asked, unable to meet his eyes. 

“Nothing, it can wait,” he said gently.

“Sherlock i-” you fell silent as he slowly, cautiously, put his arms around you. You couldn't recall him even once showing you or anyone else physical affection. “s-sherlock? “ 

He gently rubbed your back. “Long day?”

You opened your mouth to answer but instead broke down in tears, sobbing into his shoulder. You felt Sherlock stiffen, clearly shocked by your sudden raw display of emotions, you were normally so calm and collected that even Sherlock had a hard time reading you. “y/n?”

“I'm sorry!” you sobbed. “I-i don't mean to cry i-” Sherlock gently shushed you before slowly and gently leading you over to his chair. He sat and pulled you into his lap, rocking to and fro as you cried. 

“Its ok, y/n, let it out… its ok im here…im here…” he whispered, holding you close to his chest. When you had no tears left to cry, you relaxed in his arms. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, gently stroking your hair.

You shook your head, continuing to hide your face. “Just hold me… please…” you whimpered, clutching his shirt. 

He chuckled softly and pulled you closer. “Of course y/n… of course i will.”

You snuggled as close to him as possible and yawned before closing your eyes. 

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You whimpered and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “No!” Sherlock shouted, placing his hand on the back of your head. “Go away!” there was another knock and Sherlock cursed under his breath. “I'll be right back ok?”

You whimpered but nodded. Knowing he had to deal with whoever was at the door. Sherlock covered you with a blanket and gently kissed your forehead before going to the door. You placed your fingers on your forehead, startled by his actions. 

There was another knock. “What?!” Sherlock yelled, opening the door. “What do you- oh, hey John.”

“You seem angry, is everything alright?”

“Oh it's just….” Sherlock looked over at you. “y/n’s had a long day… she needs some quiet.” 

“Oh,” John said. “Well i- here,” he said, handing Sherlock a folder. “That's our next case, I'll come back tomorrow, take care.”

Sherlock came back to you and tossed the file on the coffee table before pulling you back into his lap. “The case can wait,” he said when you began to protest. “You're much more important.”

You smiled and closed your eyes. “Thank you sherlock…”

“What?”

“You didn't have to do this for me…”

“Oh yes I did, you're my top priority.” 

“What?” you asked, looking over at him confused.

“I-i wasn't planning on telling you but… you have a right to know…” Sherlock sighed and looked at you softly. “I like you, y/n… I like you a lot,” he whispered. “More than I wish to admit…”

You blushed and then put your arms around him. “I like you too…” you whispered, gently placing a kiss on his cheek. 

Sherlock chuckled and hid his face in your neck. “And here I was worried you wouldn't feel the same…”

“And why wouldn't I feel the same? You're absolutely incredible…” you whispered, gently kissing the top of his head. “I like you a lot… have for quite some time…”

Sherlock smiled and kissed your cheek. “ I'm glad…” he said. 

[ladykettlechips]

Update Time~

Good evening from the land of kettle chips, crumpets and scones! This update comes to you guys as a way of apologising for my absence in writing lately. Life is a little more hectic right now and, while I have a right to choose to keep you guys out of the loop and update my fics as and when I please, I have stated before that I like transparency. Though I don't reveal everything, I do want you guys to be somewhat aware of why I'm not updating and where I'm at currently in life. First and foremost, I have healed considerably from the work trauma I experienced. Though I am not fully healed from it, I am doing a lot better mentally these days. It has helped me a lot to stay away from work for a little bit and while I definitely worried about money every now and again, I can confidently say that leaving that place was the best thing for me. Secondly, I have a new job. I have been training for said job recently while also working part-time at another job. Do I think this will be a permanent fixture in my life? Not at all, but for the moment it is ideal in regard to earning money to keep me going in life (and fuelling my addiction to perfume, sweets and travel).

Thirdly: Travel. I have some trips coming up, all planned prior to me leaving the Trauma Job. In the past few weeks I have been focusing on sorting those out, hence why you aren't seeing anything from me writing wise lately. It's been a big focus of mine, especially as one of the two trips I'm taking is very soon.

Fourth: I finished editing a book for someone! I won't be displaying the title or author here because of privacy reasons, but this is something I could have only ever dreamed of, but helping others see their stories grow under my editing is something I have desired to do since leaving University. I truly love editing so much. Thankfully, the person I edited for wants me to help with their future books, as well as help to re-edit their previous books (the beauty of self-publishing!). It was hard work, and life kept me from editing for a while, but I'm so happy to see that the author was happy with me as an editor and that they want to work with me again. Hopefully this spurs me on to look into freelancing down the line.

So yes, this is mostly why I've been quiet in writing. I'm doing bits and pieces here and there, but nothing that will finish a chapter or oneshot. I am sorry for not updating anything on AO3 to a point where some of you might think I've left the fandom, but I haven't. I'm just focusing on things that are happening in my own world right now and prioritising myself for a bit.

Finally, before I sign this off, I sincerely hope that you are all happy and well and taking care of yourselves. Though I am less present, I am aware that there's been some frustrations going on within the fandom right now, but please remember to be courteous of one another and to remember that this is simply a fandom, not real life. Please don't get too upset by rumours, and please don't allow it to affect how you function in real life. It's all well and good to love something so much, but when fandom leaks into real life and affects those who aren't within the fandom or the actors portraying our favourite characters, it becomes unhealthy.

Thank you for reading, precious bean hive. I love you all. LKC

[idontplaytrack]

I'm once again obsessed with your writing!! I look forward to your posts every day <3 can I request clingy needy Janis? Where she's constantly attached to reader, way more than normal since she's not usually one to show physical affection that much, maybe a smarty ending

✧ Like A Koala

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: smut mentions at the end, coarse language, mentions of vomiting due to a migraine episode.

In which Janis is acting clingy with reader. It confuses reader but she wasn’t gonna complain about the change of pace. It was finally a peaceful afternoon with Janis.

“Janis? I’m home, baby.” You called out once you’ve entered the apartment. Closing the front door behind yourself, you hear hurried footsteps. And when you turned around, Janis was practically jumping into your arms.

“Hi, you.” You laughed, struggling to put down the two bags of groceries that you were holding in one hand.

“I’ve missed you.” She says, her head buried in your neck. You walked over to the kitchen island with Janis still clinging onto you, to put the bags down quickly before everything fell to the floor.

“I missed you too, baby.” You had a hand on her back and another supporting the rest of her weight, having it under her thigh. “Are you okay?” You asked her softly. Janis was definitely not one to show affection this way, unless she was not feeling well. Thus, you were worried.

Janis shook her head no, still staying in her position. "Baby, please tell me so I can take care of you, alright?" You felt yourself nearly letting go of her and you didn’t want that so you swiftly made your way with her over to the kitchen island and put her down. “Are you sure?” You cupped her face in your hands. Her nose scrunches up, “Maybe I feel like I’m getting a migraine.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do, hm?”

"Cuddles?" Janis requested, a tiny tiny smile tugs at her lips.

"Of course. I just have to put away the groceries first otherwise the things that need to go in the fridge will go bad." You told Janis and she gives you a pout. You detached yourself from her and got to your task of unpacking the groceries. Meanwhile Janis sat on the counter waiting for you, her legs swinging as she does so. You smiled to yourself at the sight, admiring just how cute she seemed. Oddly enough, days like these ones brought peace in your routine which was pretty rare considering Janis' usual personality. Which was great, for the most part, but you needed days where it was like this- no crazy adventures, but just a day inside with your favourite girl. Of course, this doesn't just happen when she wasn't feeling well- it was like this too if you were the one feeling under the weather. All Janis would then focus on was taking care of you. No crazy shit, just like that.

Once you were done unloading the groceries, she asks you to hug her again. Happily, you obliged, the two of you shifting over to the couch. She's been hanging onto you like a koala, which you found to be pretty freaking adorable. "Do you need painkillers?"

"Don't bother. They don't really work."

You shifted yourself just enough so you could shut the curtains and keep out the bright sunlight. As Janis laid her head on your chest, you rubbed her back for a short while before migrating your hand to give her head a massage. "Thank you." She says softly, a smile forming on her face as she shut her eyes. You carefully moved her hand that was under your back away for the sake of her blood circulation, and her grip of her other hand on your shirt, only tightens. She returns to the same position after a few minutes so you didn't bother anymore. Janis needed the rest.

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You read a book while she took a little catnap in your arms. And when she woke up, she tells you that her stomach was starting to hurt. Something she despised and something that terrified her. Janis had emetophobia and migraines would frequently cause her to get sick due to the pain. That combination was one straight from hell- both for you and her. Immediately, tears were in her eyes. Which shattered your heart. But, you kept it together, rubbing her back and reassuring her that she was okay.

“I don’t wanna throw up.” She sniffles, swallowing thickly.

You had a few options now: wait until she has to and ran to let it out, leave her for a minute to go grab the trash can, or take her into the bathroom so the two of you could wait it out. As much as this sucked, she always ended up feeling relief from the pain after throwing up. So you kinda wanted her to throw up so she was less miserable.

“Oh, God.” She presses the bottom of her hand to her forehead, massaging it annoyedly while her eyes were screwed shut. “Can we go to the bathroom?” She requested, “I don’t feel so-”

“Of course, babe.” You helped her up, an arm snaked around her waist. You end up in the bathroom in your room with her. Janis slid down to the floor with her back against the wall, feeling extremely bothered by the heavy aching feeling building up in her stomach. You sat with her, holding her hand as she took some deep breaths. Using your free hand, you ripped some toilet paper off and threw that into the toilet. After going through a few of these episodes with Janis, you’ve learnt a thing or two- this would hopefully prevent any splatter that’d make her feel worse.

“You’re alright, Jan. Just let it out if you feel it, don’t force yourself to hold it back- you’d just feel worse, baby. I’m right here with you.”

Maybe it was the fluorescent white lights she’d mistakenly switched on, but it didn’t take long before her stomach churned and flipped, doing a much dreaded somersault. She leaned over to let the contents of her stomach spill, just in time. You rubbed her back meanwhile, “Jan, don’t look at it. Just close your eyes. You’re okay, you’re okay. I’m here, honey.”

She was crying, she couldn’t help that- and the throwing up. But she didn’t have much to eat today so she was left dry heaving for about a minute after the fact. Shit, she must’ve been feeling bad for awhile. “Do you wanna get up, Jan?”

She silently shook her head, staring at the floor. You quickly closed the lid of the toilet and flushed it. Washing your hands, you filled a cup with water for Janis to rinse out her mouth before you sat back down with her. “Deep breaths, baby. You’re okay now.” You reminded her. Janis nodded, again not saying a thing. A minute or so later, she looks at you, holding out her hands. You got ahold of them and helped her off the ground. She rinses her mouth to get rid of the awful taste in it before you two went back out. “You want to go back to sleep?” You ask while flipping the light switch to turn the light off.

“No.” She managed. Looking at you longer now, you noticed her eyes were watery and bloodshot, but just slightly.

“Okay, come on. Let’s go sit down on the couch again.”

You offered her a popsicle, which she happily accepted- it soothed the burning feeling in her throat. It was also a way for her to get some water down without actually having to drink a glass of it. And now the both of you were back cuddling on the couch again, just like she’d asked.

“Don’t drip it everywhere.” You told her.

She doesn’t react, but it didn’t bother you. Janis still seemed a little out of it after she had to throw up. You watched her, fingers massaging her scalp then her eyes met yours. Staring into her beautiful brown eyes, your heart melts and you smile at her. She does the same back, but a bit of the melted popsicle falls onto your baby blue t-shirt, leaving a purple spot. “Sorry.” She says. “That’s okay.” You chuckle, then planted a kiss at the top of her head.

“You know…” Her hand finds its way onto that spot on your shirt- it was on your chest. “I would totally kiss you but I still feel all gross and disgusting.” Shocked at her abruptly confession, you gulped. “What? Baby, don’t be silly- you’re not feeling well. Why on earth would I want you to do that?”

“Because…” She exhales, “I just noticed you aren’t wearing anything underneath your shirt. And I’m feeling kinda like I wanna do something.”

“Not right now, baby.”

“Okay.” She responded sadly, “Later tonight?”

“If you’re feeling better, then sure.” You laughed lightly.

[nuria-schnee]

Hi everyone! ❤️ In this week's sneak peek, the boys are on a mission.

"Let's proceed," Edwin said. They walked the remaining distance until they reached the limit of the forest, the roaring still trying to get through the barriers of his spell. Edwin and Charles looked at each other once before Edwin turned around and walked directly into the forest. As soon as he stepped inside, the shouting faded away at once. "It's gone," Charles whispered. Edwin nodded, pondering whether it was a good or a bad sign. However, they knew very little about that plane besides the few glimpses Crystal had managed to get. Aside from that, they were in entirely uncharted and, without a doubt, hostile territory. Nevertheless, Niko was there, somewhere, and the only thing they could use to find her was their own experience finding clues and solving mysteries. Steeling himself, Edwin continued walking through the trees, immersing in the woods. Their surroundings became darker as they advanced, the thick foliage blocking the whiteness radiating from the sky. The snow mantle covering the grass under their shoes was thinner under the trees, even if slippier.

It was strange how this plane was affecting them. Edwin's trousers had become wet and heavy from the snow, which was highly bothersome. However, his focus was elsewhere. Edwin was worried about Charles. It had been a few minutes since he'd started hearing his chattering teeth and his breathing shuttering, most surely caused by the cold attacking their forms. The snow had his body wrecked by shivers, and Edwin could recall bearing the cold more easily than most while he'd been alive. The thing was that Charles had a history with coldness that Edwin worried might bring some unpleasant sensations and memories. Besides, nothing seemed to lead them anywhere. There weren't tracks on the snow, signals craved on the trees, or any other sound aside from the ones they were making. Even if he'd remained hopeful, Crystal couldn't be infallible, considering they had mostly taken stabs in the dark. Niko should be nearby but could be far away, too, as far as they knew. After walking for almost an hour and not finding anything, they stopped over a little hill inside the forest. Edwin turned to look at Charles, who was clearly freezing and trying not to show it. Edwin approached him, standing closer to him, his brow creased at the sight. Charles huffed, his breath coming out in a puff of humid air. "You are freezing, Charles. You should have said something," Edwin whispered. "I'm fine, mate," Charles said in a hushed, tense tone, gulping. "Don't worry. We can keep going." Edwin huffed. Warming spells were tricky, and he wasn't sure how wise it was to use fickle magic in this realm. However, he couldn't focus if he knew Charles was plagued by coldness. Instead, he shrugged his jacket off and handed it to Charles. "Wear it under yours. It surely will help, even if just a little," Edwin said softly. "No. No, I can't—" Charles shook his head, wide-eyed, almost panicked. "I hold the cold well," Edwin informed him, insisting. "I assure you." "This place is bloody gelid." "Precisely," Edwin insisted, almost pressing the jacket against Charles' chest. "Please, have it. Do me that favour." Reluctantly, Charles took his jacket. He shrugged off his coat first, and Edwin held it for him while he put on his over his polo. It looked strange and slightly off since Edwin was slightly taller and his shoulders broader. It didn't matter. When Charles put on his coat again, it was barely visible. Charles huffed a relieved sigh, shrugged a little, and closed his eyes for a moment. "Thank you, ma—" Edwin didn't hear the rest.

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[blueraineshadows]

Could I pretty please request awkward, yet sweet first-time sex between Ominis and female MC? MC is very nervous being a virgin and is worried about it hurting, maybe after she gets a good look at him down there 👀

But we all know Ominis is a gentleman and would be nothing but gentle and sweet with her at first but I think he’d be nervous too, especially since he can’t see her. I just really wanna read about them losing it to each other. And I’d love to see Ominis disheveled and consumed by his lust for her.

Hello 👋 Thank you for your Request 💜

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff, First time lovers

I took the liberty of making it their Wedding Night 🥰🔞 NSFW

She was married, joined at last with the man she loved, by vows and rings exchanged. Ominis Gaunt had stolen her heart when they had been at school, courted it, cherished it, and now she was his wife.

Her heart pounded nervously as they entered the bed chamber, the little hotel having set the room with romantic candles and vases of flowers. There was even rose petals scattered on the bed. She gasped at how lovely it all looked, and immediately she felt a steady hand at the small of her back.

"Is everything alright, my love?" Ominis asked.

"Yes, it's lovely, the room is very romantic," she blushed. Her pulse fluttered like a tiny bird at the feel of his hand on her back. It was silly really, he had touched her there many times, delicate pressure of reassurance, affection, and when escorting her.

Tonight it meant something else, though. Tonight, they would make the final exchange that would seal their love, their commitment. She would become his, completely, and her body thrummed with nervous anticipation.

Ominis took her hands into his, his fingers gently soothing over her skin. "I finally have you all to myself," he smiled. "I have had to share your company all day, and I must admit, I have been longing for this time alone with you, with my wife."

His voice softened at that last word. She squeezed his hands, loving him so much she felt entirely breathless. "It has been quite the day, hasn't it? And it went so quickly!"

He moved closer, his face inches from hers, she stared up at him, still overcome with how truly beautiful he was. He was almost ethereal, like an angel in a classical painting, she reached up to place trembling fingers against his cheek, his skin soft and pale under her touch.

She welcomed the soft kiss he gave her, the gentle brush of lips a joy she always cherished. His kiss lingered, his mouth daring to taste her for longer than was usual for them. She heard the delicate shift of his breathing, knowing that this kiss would lead to more. She cupped his face, holding him there, her body tentative but curious as she felt the warmth of shared desire.

Her breath shook a little as they drew slightly apart. He caressed her cheek, the tip of his nose nudging hers. "Please, don't be frightened," he said. "I would never hurt you."

"I'm not frightened, my love," she replied, immediately. "I could never be frightened of you. Although, I am a little nervous. I'm afraid I have suddenly become rather shy. I would not want to disappoint my husband."

"I will be gentle," he whispered. He kissed her, a delicate touch of lips. "I cannot deny how much I yearn for you, but I am in your hands my love. We will only do what is comfortable for you. Your delight is my delight, and I doubt I could ever be disappointed. Agreeing to be my wife in the first place has filled with me so much happiness."

Tears burned her eyes, her heart aching with her love and gratitude for finding a man such as him. "I love you, so very much," she whispered.

He smiled. "Then let us prepare for bed, Mrs Gaunt, for I wish to show you how much I love you in return."

The dressing screen was rather pointless when your husband couldn't see you, but MC still slipped behind it to remove her gown and pull on a soft nightdress. She could hear the rustle of clothing as Ominis undressed, her heart in her mouth as she smoothed trembling hands over her hips.

She had never seen a man naked before in the flesh, only drawings in books. She had read up a bit on sexual relations, and felt the trepidation that came from being exposed to another, vulnerable. But also, there was a heightened sense of curiosity, of the need to feel the heat of him against her flesh.

With a deep breath, she moved out from behind the screen, her hair unbound and flowing over one shoulder. Omins was sitting up in the bed, his chest bare, the pale skin smooth and beautiful in the candle light. He held out a hand to her and she hurried forward to take it.

They lay together under the covers, his arms a warm embrace, his mouth pressing soft kisses against hers. MC returned them, adjusting to the feel of his body wrapped closely with hers, the way their legs were entangled.

The intimacy brought a warm flush to her face, her hands slid along his back, his arms, and then she felt his hand on her thigh, hot through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Slowly, he slid upwards, dragging the material with him, and her breath quickened.

She didn't know what to do, wishing she did, but her body seemed to ache, a slow, burning throb beginning between her thighs that made her want to squeeze and clench, she desired some kind of friction and she was shocked at how her hips seemed to flex against him with an eagerness that embodied the urgency in her core.

Was she being too wanton? Too eager? As her pelvis rubbed sensually against his, her breath caught at the hardness of him, the press of his manhood against her softness. Oh my...

His head dipped and he made a low, soft sound, his own pelvis moving to meet hers. The ache between her thighs sharpened, it grew hot and she had a sudden desire to kiss him, her mouth seeking his.

They seemed to have slid across a line, polite courtesy was being cast adrift as his tongue entered her mouth. He had never kissed her like this before, and she moaned, her hips rolling upwards again at the delicious way he tasted her mouth.

His hand slid higher up her thigh, her nightdress becoming twisted about her hips as he smoothed his hand up and under it. She felt the roughness of the hair on his legs, the silky throbbing brush of his arousal was hot against her skin.

"Ominis," she moaned.

"Yes, my love," he whispered. "Tell me, tell me what you are feeling. You feel so wonderful, I am quite overcome with the need for you."

She writhed against him and he groaned, rocking his hips to rub that hardness against her thigh. She felt wetness leaking from him and boldly slipped a hand down to feel it for herself.

He was so hard, yet so silky soft, her fingers trailing over the length before she wrapped her whole hand around it. Her thighs squeezed with want, while her eyes widened at the thought of how it was going to fit inside her. She had not expected it to feel so long and thick.

She rubbed her hand over it and he made a sound, low and deep and utterly arousing. She looked at this face, he was flushed a beautiful pink, lips parted and eyes closed in bliss.

"Gods, I want to feel you," he said, voice strained. "Please..."

MC had touched herself before, curious exploration of her own sex. There had been sensitiveness, a building heat that had overwhelmed her enough to stop. The thought of his graceful fingers doing the same made her throb. She took his hand and guided it down between her thighs. "Touch me," she whispered. "I am yours."

At the first brush of his fingers she whined, her back arching up off the bed as he gently explored. She could hear the wetness of herself, her hips moving of their own accord as he spread that slick, probing gently until she felt a finger slid inside.

"Oh my...MC, you are divine," he groaned. He became flustered, his finger moving in and out. His face became strained and he shook his head. "It's no good, I've just got to...forgive me."

She panted, eyes wide. "What is it?"

He slid down the bed. "I have to taste it, fuck, I need it!" He was practically begging, his hands pushing her thighs apart, his mouth hot as he pressed it against the inner flesh there, drawing it up into a suck, the noise of it so dirty but arousing.

She gasped, staring, shocked, at his blonde head as he settled between her thighs. She had not seen drawings of this in her book! She felt his hot breath on her most intimate parts, a strangled moan leaving her throat as his nose nudged her soft folds. "Ominis," she gasped.

He moaned, deep and feral, and then she cried out, a high desperate whine, as his tongue slid erotically over her heat. Oh my goodness!

She stared up at the bed canopy, mouth open, not seeing anything but a red haze of lust, his mouth doing wicked, amazing things that made her body scream with flickering flame. Her desperate cries and moans filled the room at that soft, luscious swirl of tongue. The filthy wet sound of it made her flush, but she was grinding her hips greedily, soaring on a wave of fire that stole her breath.

Release came swiftly, shockingly, her hips bucking and cries spiling from her lips. She felt dizzy, dazed with the intensity of it. She stared as Ominis pushed up with his hands, the lower half of his face shiny with her sex, he wiped it with his hands. "You are delicious my love," he groaned. "Now, now I need to take you. You have driven me quite wild."

She reached for him. "Come to me," she begged. She was flustered, eyeing his flushed state as he moved up to settle his hips between her legs. She caught sight of his cock, swollen, hungry, and she gulped. "My goodness," she muttered. "That is rather large."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, my love. I made sure you were good and ready for me, but I will go slow, I promise."

Her desire flickered and rekindled at his saucy talk. She smoothed her hands over his beautiful body, sighing in pleasure as he lined himself up to her entrance. The first press of him made her tense, but he whispered soft encouragement, his hands caressing her curves.

"It's alright, you're my good girl," he whispered. "I want to be inside you so badly, you are so hot and wet, it drives me crazy. Relax, darling, let me in."

She moaned, his words sending shivers over her. "I want you," she sighed. "Take me, fuck me..."

He gasped, stilling, his head tilting curiously. "My, my, MC, such dirty words from your pretty lips," he said. He smirked. "I quite like it..."

He pushed a little further in, stretching her. She panted, her walls quivering. "Such a good girl, taking me like this."

"Yes, more, please," she begged.

He slid back a little, making her whimper, before pushing in further still. He moaned, desperate, and repeated the move. She felt the resistance, her flesh trying to stop him. "More," she panted. "You may have to push harder, I can take it."

He did, groaning as he desperately tried not to hurt her. Then suddenly her flesh gave way, a sharp sting signalling her acceptance. He slid quite deep, the pressure and stretch shocking at first, but then as he rolled his hips, it eased into pleasure and she moaned.

Ominis pulled her close against his chest, pressing kisses over her hair, his hands soothing her. "Oh, my love, my precious, precious girl. I love you," he said, passionately. He sighed. "So brave and beautiful...and gods, you feel so good."

She loved him too, burying her face against him, breathing in his scent, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. She savoured that brief, precious moment, before desire overtook them, and Ominis began to move.

There was no more pain, only pleasure. MC swooned under his worship, taking him thrust by thrust, drowning in his grunts and whimpers. She caressed him, gripped his hips, wrapped her legs about him, greedy for him.

Watching him find release reminded her of the euphoric daze he had left her in, and she pressed sweet kisses all over him, whispering her love for her husband, her heart swelling with the knowledge that they could do this, over and over.

Wrapped up close in his arms, MC dozed into sleep feeling safer and more loved than she ever had in her whole life. And now she had a whole lifetime to share with him. She had never been happier.

[thedogfromthatmitskisong]

Excerpt from an untitled WIP.

i haven't shared anything i've written in a while, so here's a little teaser from a rough rough rough outline (please forgive any typos) i've written about a scene between Will and Nico!!

i wanted to share a bit of how they show affection and comfort without words and also the soul-whispering my friend and i freaked out over (i cooked, i fear)

without further ado, meet! these! divas!

Will; 21, junior in university, English Literature major.

Nico; 21, junior in university, major TBD (arts related tho!!)

see their aesthetics here

[i promise i'm trying to figure out the best way to introduce them fully - probably gonna make a bingo card]

a chapter where they get a little sad | total wip words: 1165. unedited.

the scene: a clear night, Will & Nico are lying on the roof of Will's home. it's the cold holiday season and Nico met Will's whole family for the first time.

Nico let out a long breath, looking at Will for the first time since they settled in their places, his free hand reaching up to tuck Will's stray hairs behind his ear, caressing his face after - which softened his own as he saw the other man leaned in - before falling over Will's hand on his chest. This time, Nico didn't hide his face from Will as he spoke.

"But… seeing you guys be so, open and... talking, made me realise how much I miss the fruits my mom would cut up for me - especially after we lost Neo," Fruits don't taste the same when they're just fruits without meaning, he thought, I wish all the fruit I ate still tasted like your unsaid 'I love yous' and 'I'm sorries'.

"I miss the 'I miss him too's' she'd hide behind those fruits," Nico felt himself choke, his eyebrows drawn, and he hated the effort he had to put in to make sure his mouth wasn't full down-turned. He hated that he knew his mouth was wobbling so explicitly in front of Will.

But Will moved closer, their foreheads touching, and their souls whispered to each other once more,

'Take your time, my love. I'm here, I'm listening,'

'I know you are,' it whispered back, 'I'm just afraid.'

'I know, darling. But don't worry, I will hold your hand.'

"You will hold my hand," Nico repeated out loud, his eyes moving as they stared into Will's with a hint of desperation - the latter brushing their noses together as he hummed in agreement.

They were quiet for a beat, before Nico started again, facing the sky again but this time, Will did the same, squeezing the brunets hand in response to his tightening of his hold on their linked hands.

"We only talk twice a month - at most - and we barely say more than three words at a time. And," Nico frowned, "and I was okay with it, I always am until I realise what talking could get you."

"Our dinners are quiet, our vacations are spent under the same roof but in completely different worlds; neither of us leave our rooms unless necessary," Nico felt Will's fingers on his forehead as he spoke, unwrinkling the skin under her soft, warm caress as they glided over the bumps, travelling from there, to his eyebrows, soothing his eyes when they closed, lingering for a few seconds too long before pulling his hand back.

Nico felt calmer as he continued,

"I think the silence is… I think it overstayed its welcome, and everytime I think about her, I think about how I'm likely to outlive her, how this silence will always be haunting and deep and heavy enough for me to not even hear my own echo back."

Nico turned, watery eyes meeting soft ones,

End of excerpt.

FRUITS DON'T TASTE THE SAME WHEN THEY'RE JUST FRUITS WITHOUT MEANING ‼️‼️‼️ re: the avg asian parent > fruit > child-relationship

anywayyy thank you so much for reading and please please leave your thoughts below!!!! i would love to hear your opinions on these freaks!! i hope you love my grump and his sunshine as much as i love them <3

p.s. they aren't dating yet, it's truly the gayest part of the whole thing 💀

[kreamcakez]

Size Difference: Suguru Geto

(Kinktober day 1)

....

Head cannons.

Smut and a lil fluff

CW: NSFW, gender neutral reader in mind, size kink/ difference, fingering( I think), and my random ass thoughts.) ★Not proof read.★

★AN: The Main kink I wanna focus on is Size difference but there might be other kinks that I slip in😗 but idk lol I don't really know if this counts for a kinktober thing, but I hope it does. Just know theses are my own thoughts and opinions, so keep anything you don't like to yourself please and thank you. 👍🏽

★MDNI★

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★ I personally see Geto as a guy who sometimes worries he could hurt you with his size. I'd also like to think he's pretty big, and not only height and frame. Like he's big downstairs to. So he tends to worry about being to much in size.

★ Once you tell him that you like his size and that you don't mind it. He'll ask if you're sure and then once you tell him you personally enjoy who big he is, he's more positive about his size. (It's something like this) ↓

Geto: "My size doesn't bother, you does it?"

You: "No, I like your size"

Geto: "Are you sure?"

You: "Yes I'm sure, I love how big you are"

(Or you can fill in the blanks on how you'll respond)

★ Geto doesn't use his size to overpower you, in fact he'll let you dom him if you want. On the days he kinda stressed or exhausted I feel like he wants you to top him. But on really bad days when he needs to blow off some stress, he'll dom.

★When it comes to cuddles he's mostly big spoon. For some reason I think he likes the thought of you in his arms. Just cuddling you and holding you close to him. It makes him feel happy. Also on days when he's upset he'll just hold you in his lap and wrap you in his arms or hill be a little spoon.

★ I'd say he has a slight breeding kink. Just slightly 🤏🏽. Like he does enjoy seeing you under him. Just so blissed out. Your eyes teary. He just likes looking at you. He likes looking at you every more when you're all dumbed out.

★ He'll use his fingers, his thick long fingers. He'll curl them, spin them around. He's really good with his hands. I'd personally like to believe he'll tease you in your most sensitive spots with his fingers, mostly his middle and index finger, and the more sound you make the more he'll tease.

★ I like to believe Geto enjoys holding you close to him after you both had sex, he'll hold you in his arms like there's no tomorrow, He gives little kisses and over all just showers you with his affection and sweet words. Until you both are a sleep.

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AN: sorry for thing not being organized I just wrote down my thoughts as they came to my brain, I hope you've enjoyed this. And I'll try to make my author's notes Shorter because I talk to much.😶🫶🏽

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XVIII): Lavender Haze.

Imagine you and Osferth hit the road.

Warnings: smut, fluff.

Warnings 2: based on this aesthetic here <<https://www.tumblr.com/ewanmitchelll/737975550586634240/moodboard-on-the-road-with-osferth>>

***

• Meet me at midnight

He stops by your house by midnight. In silent steps, with no warning, he rings the bell. You are about to slide in your bed, for you’ve had a long day but anxieties prevented you sleeping earlier and get a proper rest.

“Who…?”

Your inquiring dies in your throat when realizing, through the eye door, who stands the other side of it.

You sigh and unlock it, before saying:

“Really, Osferth? Honey, it’s Thursday and it’s midnight.”

Your boyfriend is dressing comfortable clothes, the same as usual. Despite the hour of the wolf, he looks restless as you let him in.

“What’s going on? Couldn’t you have called me?”

Osferth walks in, hands in his pocket. Then a glint of mischief is perceived in his eyes. What’s he planning now?

“I could not sleep. I wanted to see you.”

He smiles when detecting a blush painting your cheeks. Now that the lights are on and he’s at your place, Osferth takes a better look at you.

You dress cozy, warm pajamas—and it happens to be that pair he gifted you on Christmas, velvet teddy bear pink pajamas, very appropriated and cute for winter—and your hair is completely a mess. Not to mention the sleep-eye you have over your forehead.

“You look gorgeous, my darling”, he shortens the distance, peppering your face with kisses.

“Why thank you, honey. But now I am worried”, you put your hands around his neck. “What happened? You didn’t come all this way to tell me I’m beautiful.”

Osferth smiles at you and nothing warms his heart more than seeing how he affects you, when spotting the same spark of joy in your eyes, the smile that unconsciously rips open your lips… It’s been two years and what you two have remains special, untouched by time.

“As much as this would make me the last romantic of the world”, says he in a whisper, pleased to make you giggle, “I came here to steal you away. Let’s hit the road and do something different.”

Your eyes go wide and you part the embrace to step back.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yup. Let’s do it, hit the road with me, Y/N.”

You have many arguments at why you cannot simply get away with him, but none reaches your tongue. Instead you tilt your head and say:

“Fine. Let me pack my stuff, will you?”

***

• Starin' at the ceilin' with you. Oh, you don't ever say too much and you don't really read into my melancholia… I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah). You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah). All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah)

Silence hangs comfortably as he drives with you by his side, no destination intended. Whilst you sleep on the driver’s backseat, Osferth opens briefly the window on his left and lets his hand holding a cigarette out so the smoke doesn’t trouble you.

At times this son of Alfred, high skilled diplomat under King Charles III of England, is impulsive and somewhat reckless, but never entirely unpredictable.

However, now that he has finally some time to himself, he wants to spend it with you. Osferth has recently started working as a college professor after finishing his PhD. A path that his father, however, did not initially look with good eyes. Alfred preferred to have inserted his children at politics or at royalty, by somehow making them approach the royal ladies and lords. Only Edward, his youngest son, followed his path.

Æthelflæd has recently married Uhtred Ragnarsson and is residing at Bebbanburg, located in the north of country. As far as Osferth knows, she’s just recently found out she’s having their first baby.

Stepping away from these domestic affairs reminds him of what liberty is like. You and him share a common taste for pursuing it whenever social pressure is too much for you.

As he casts a look at you, Osferth is reminded the first time he met Finan’s sister and how he fell for you.

It was actually at Uhtred’s fancy feast, but you looked just as an outsider as he was, specially when both of you were introverts who happened to be selectively extroverts and that night was particularly not one for the latter.

You two shared a couple of beers and turned out talking a lot, on the floor and staring at the ceiling of a random room. Curiously, this didn’t end up in a session of make out—because by then you had a boyfriend, whom soon was dumped out.

As he casts a quick gaze at you, hearing you snore lightly, Osferth’s memory of you two connecting with time comes in the back of his mind, the shock in his best friend’a face when he caught you two kissing at Uhtred’s gardens—in another occasion, of course…

He inhales the smoke of the cigarette, exhaling next when remembering the first time you two started you relationship. You were the one to tell how you came to love him. You admitted it half drunk at his birthday party, and that night he held you close against his chest… only in the morning to make love to you.

“Fuck”, he smokes out, cursing under his breath as he is reminded of how you like to straddle his lap. Promptly he dismisses his memories otherwise things would get… uncomfortable.

Road is easy, wind blowing against his hand before he throws away the used cigarette making the scenario perfect to calm his inner storms. Too much pressure on his work, some quarrels with Edward in regard politics…

“I frankly don’t give a fuck to anything. I wasn’t born to live a fancy life…”

He sighs. Hours have been spent on the road and by the time sun begins to set it’s first rays in the promising warm sky, Osferth needs a rest. Finding a random hostel, he stops by and gently wakes you up.

“Mm”, you grumble.

Osferth finds sensible not to say you’ve been drooling.

“We must rest, love. Come”, says he in his usual tone, calm and peaceful.

You follow him, trusting him completely as he leads you inside. Your face is buried in his neck, as he helps you stand.

“Sweet Y/Nickname, you can’t simply sleep and walk at the same time.”

“I can”, you counter argue him. “It’s called sleepwalking my darling.”

Osferth chuckles.

“And here we go…”

Funny, though, as the moment you eventually drop in the bed of the room he arranges for you both, your eyes are instantly open.

“Where are we?”, you ask, too comfortable to stand, watching as he drops to your side.

“Winchester, I dare say. Do you want to visit some of the historical places tomorrow?”, he inquires, already about to fall asleep.

You nuzzle against his neck, cuddling against him as his open arms welcome you in between.

“Of course I do”, you beam. “Thank you, Osferth, for making my days better…”

You chuckle when he doesn’t respond you straight away. At the loud sound of his snores, Osferth has succumbed to sleep.

***

• I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me. Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me… I just wanna stay in that lavender haze.

As you two walk hand in hand between ancient pillars that stood through times amidst modern buildings in clear contrast between past and present, you come to realize how much you like to do your things with him.

When looking at Osferth, no words are enough to describe what he makes you feel. But damn, in secrecy you long to be his wife, to be his every day partner and even perhaps to mother his children.

Naturally your pride doesn’t let you express this views out loud… not when you once mocked Stiorra, your long time friend, for what you judged to be “1950’s shit” where marriage and children are concerned.

But there’s nothing wrong in changing one’s mind. You are proof of it, even if you are scared to admit it to yourself.

“I feel the weight of your stare”, Osferth mumbles as he lights another cigarette.

“I was merely admiring my boyfriend”, you flash him a smirk. “…and also wondering if we could stay one more night here?”

You love to make Osferth blush and look shyly down at his hands.

“Well, I was hoping we could set ourselves back to the road, but what is it you have in mind?”

“Some wine and random lecture”, you suggest.

“Wine is good. But what would you like to debate today?”

The fact he is diplomatic and listener makes you swoon. And Osferth can read it in you, because you disguise poorly how deep your affections for him are. Which is why he smiles to himself, locking hands with you as you two stroll around this old town.

“Socrates, perhaps? It’s a good day to philosophy.”

“I am open to philosophy”, he muses, “or we could debate early medieval England’s kingship.”

You laugh at his excitement about the passion he shares with you: history, wars, weapons, kings… all that has now been reallocated to what is now the past.

“We may see how this will do. You more than often stand for the House of Wessex and God knows why”, you tease him with a playful eye roll.

Osferth responds by holding you from behind, his chin rested on your shoulder, his hands lightly tickling your waists. The sound of your laughters echoes in the air, only stopped as you are turned onto him.

“Silly head”, you tease him.

Right there, at the sidewalk, there is no one but you and him. World seems to spin slowly, nothing else matters.

His hands around your neck, moving higher to cup your face… This is what liberty feels like. When he sees you as who you really are and stays because of it, not in spite of your vices and virtues.

He stays.

His eyes tell you this. He is not leaving. And you, drowning in these blue irises, leave every insecurity aside the moment your lips so willingly clash against his.

It’s a passionate kiss. Always is. Like a thermometer of the love one feels for the other, never disappoints in measuring high temperatures. It’s addictive, it’s perfectly synced.

But you must be always on guard if you are not inclined to be slaved by the passion his kiss and caressing prompt you to.

As you part, however, it begins to rain.

“Looks like we are anticipating our wine evening.”

You chuckle quietly, eyeing him fondly as your thumb strokes over his when locking fingers with him.

“It looks so.”

***

• Talk your talk and go viral. I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest. Get it off my desk (get it off my desk)

You both are soaked by the time you get to the hostel. As you quickly head towards the shower, Osferth, tossing away his shirt, makes his priority open a bottle of wine he’d purchased for you two. Since he’s not driving tonight, he’s allowing some fun to happen.

And this is what is in your mind too. Moved by a feverish instinct of what this wine might result, you opt to wear a nice black pajamas that, however, are very loose—perhaps more appropriate for summer but because there’s heater in your room, you know there will have no cold to make the choice of your clothing improperly.

Or maybe you do want to look improper. The idea makes you chuckle to yourself.

When door is open, like you presumed, heater is already warming the room. But what does warm your body is seeing your boyfriend partly nude on his waist, lighting the fireplace as he waits for you.

Your eyes scan his well build muscles, small scars collected through his restless childhood and impulsione teenager days that mark his skin, with stories you are already familiar with. His long neck, his hair cut, his well lined jawline, his…

“Why do I sense a pair of eyes over me?”

Osferth turns his head and when he sees you, the jest in his blue eyes are quickly replaced by a glint of mischief that already makes you weak on your knees.

“Goodness me”, he whistles, standing as he comes to meet you. “What do we have here?”

“Osferth…”, you blush, but you enjoy the way his gaze lingers at the silk cotton blouse that barely covers your chest and the shorts that quite leaves exposed your legs.

“Damn it”, your usually composed boyfriend groans quietly. “Making it difficult for me, eh?”

You blink your eyelashes innocently, pushing him aside gently.

“Get yourself a shower first, Osferth.”

He laughs, bitting down his bottom lip as he watches you heading to the kitchen. Osferth sighs in feigned pain. This is a promising night… certainly more than he’d planned.

***

It is not unusual, to your disconcert, that you are easily aroused every time Osferth opens his mouth to make his long discourses of the difference between the use of long swords and daggers in battle.

To worse is that he’s only dressing his boxes. Your legs are almost unconsciously rubbing to repress the aching that burns your womanhood. And you take a long sip of wins, struggling to keep it discreet.

However, Osferth knows your weak spots. And he can tell how your body reacts to his speech. It’s when it becomes unbearable to ignore it further that, placing himself right beside you, says he:

“I’ve always wondered whether my voice impacts you somehow.”

“Why would you do that?”, you ask, pretending to be busy sipping your wine.

Leaving aside his already emptied glass, Osferth leans to kiss your neck very gently, softly just as you like it. The moment his lips brush against your exposed neck is when you slightly arch your back… and he has a peek of your pink nipples.

“Is that a yes, dear Y/Nickname?”, the more his tongue moves to your neck, the more shivers run over you.

And he takes his time, resting his hands around your waist. You tilt your head to the side, trying to hold back the growing lust in you. But Osferth is not letting it happen.

His expertise tongue is going to your shoulder, as his hand starts to play with the shoulder trap of your black blouse, not satisfied until your head falls back and you are barely breathing in anticipation.

“I missed this”, he whispers in your ear as his hands cup your exposed breasts, there spending a long while as you give in easily.

“Oh Osferth!”, you sing out his name as your boyfriend drinks of the view, already experimenting an unbearably ache in his pants.

“Yes?”, he bites your earlobe, never tiring of seeing your nipples going hard under his touch, already wishing to feel each under his drooling tongue.

“It feels so good”, Osferth smiles at it, pleased to provide you these sensations.

It only gets better the moment he helps removing your shorts and his hands find way to where you like them to be: in between your legs.

*

Yet, you know him good. Underneath his good boy demeanor, there lies a bad one that he saves only for his girl. And it comes out when he’s over you, thrusting you the way you like, slow, deep and intense.

“Oh Gaaawd!”, you cry out as he locks your hands above your neck, whimpering right under his sensual moves.

Osferth smirks down on you, eyeing you with a mix of devotion and lust. Nothing looks, nor feels, better than watching you come undone… despairly so. And when you lift your legs, he slaps your bum respectfully.

“That’s my woman”, he speaks in between greeted teeth.

His pace now increases and it needs no more than a few minutes before your screams are muffled by his lips as you reach your climax. As it doesn’t before he follows you, this time forgetting to come out of your legs, not deep inside of you.

But you know what? You love it. You smile to yourself as you feel that warm liquid going right into your uterus.

Fuck the consequences. Perhaps this is what you’ve always wanted.

***

• That lavender haze, I just wanna stay in that lavender haze…

Osferth knows a perfect place to take you. Aware of your fondness for lavender fields, it’s where he drives you.

Once more, you are asleep as you two hit the road. Like usually, Osferth drives fast, (almost) never surpassing the speed limit. It amuses him, though, how easily you sleep in a car. The sight brings him peace and contentment, because there are moments you talk in your sleep and it’s often sweet words.

“I love you, Osferth. Very much so.”

It’s like the day before when you get yourselves drunk. You are more open, sentimentally speaking, when alcohol holds the reins of your tongue than otherwise sober.

“I love you too, Y/Nickname”, he mumbles, taking your hand with his right one and gently holding it.

A sigh in contentment fills the car. Today there is no radio as Osferth opts to hear the sounds of nature, as it’s raining. A sound that gladdens his introspective soul.

After a few hours, he manages to get to the destination he’s planned. Gently, he wakes you up.

“Honey”, Osferth whispers in your ear, nuzzling against your cheek. “Please wake up. I want to show you something.”

“Mm”, you purr, smiling quietly as he places tons of kisses at your forehead, cheek and nose. “Do I, really?”

“Ay”, and as you detect excitement in his voice you open your eyes. “I think you’ll like it.”

You lean to peck his lips.

“How perfect you are”, you say, smitten.

Osferth blushes, a beautiful sight to behold.

“Never perfect, my darling. I fear you have bewitched eyes.”

You giggle. He makes you sigh like a little girl after all those years, having knocked down your Irish pride with just his way of being.

“Indeed. I believe you have bewitched my body and soul.”

“I think I may have heard something like that somewhere”, he smiles at you.

But Osferth doesn’t want to waste any more of your time as he’s anxious to see how you’ll react. And when you eventually comply to his wishes and see where you have been taken to, you are speechless.

And with teary eyes.

“…my love?”, he asks, reluctant.

Right under your gaze lies a field of lavenders, a mix of green and purple with grey clouds painting the horizon. Removing your shoes off your feet, you want to feel the grass against your skin, experimenting a type of liberty rarely felt.

You’ve always wanted to connect with nature like this, and you’ve never thought…

“Oh, Osferth!”, you turn at him and throw your hands around his neck.

“A-Are you ok? I am worried whether…”

“Shush, you fool. Can’t you see how I loved this? You are the best!”

His face goes bright pink. And he hasn’t even started it yet.

“Come here, I want you to see something…”

Without hesitation, Osferth leads the way and suddenly you two are walking inside this lavender field as if you are entering another world. You cast him a puzzling look, but await until you are at the center of it, close to a lake.

There is no time to admire this idilic scenario because suddenly Osferth goes to one knee and pulls from his pocket a velvet blue small box.

“My sweet temperance, lover and best of friends, good woman of gentle heart and sharp wit”, he begins and you cannot help a sob, specially when seeing him going emotional too. “This has been a hell of a ride, hasn’t it? Literally so. But it had the sole purpose of not only bringing you close to the wilderness as it was an old dream of yours because it reminds you of the Irish countrysides and we haven’t had the opportunity to go there yet.”

“Osferth!”, is all you can say in the midst of soft sobs his sweet words put you through.

“I am no poet so allow me to be straight at once”, he clears his throat, but to no avail, for he too weeps. “You are the love of my life, Y/N. I want to take you as my wife and love you, carnally and spiritually, for the rest of my days. Will…”

“Yes!”, you throw yourself over him, knocking him down at the grass. “A thousand times yes!”

And here he is chuckling, but not kissing you until he gets to slide the ring in your finger first. Only then, amidst this lavender field, Osferth takes his soon to be wife’s face and, holding it dearly with his hands, there he kisses it, passionately too.

A perfect ending for a new beginning…

[toujokaname]

Game master / Episode 18

Author: Akira

Characters: Hiiro, HiMERU, Aira, Kohaku

"As Nii-san's little brother, that is Hiiro Amagi's honest opinion. His deduction."

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Season: Winter

Location: Amagi's House

Hiiro: Fumu. But a farewell gift, huh?

In that case, the "culprit" that HiMERU-san mentioned earlier would be—

Could it be you're talking about Nii-san?

HiMERU: How did you come to that conclusion?

Hiiro: For Nii-san, the female AkanP is the producer that shared his hardships during his solo career. He feels indebted to her, and given Nii-san's character, he hopes to return the favor.

Aira: Is he really that dutiful? Doesn't he seem like he'd just laugh off and skip out on debts?

He treated his adorable little brother, Hiro-kun, so roughly after he worried and cared for him. In other words, he's ungrateful and shameless.

Hiiro: That's not true. Nii-san has gotten so twisted that it's hard to read his true intentions, but I don't think he'd repay kindness with betrayal.

Rather, the gratitude I've repaid is nowhere near enough for the kindness and affection I've received from Nii-san all along.

I've come to think that recently. No, I was convinced of it that summer.

So even now, I still love Nii-san.

And never again will I think of Nii-san as a despicable traitor who abandoned his hometown and me.

HiMERU: .........

Hiiro: In the past, Nii-san was a monarch. Born and raised for that purpose.

However, he rebelled against that destiny and ran away from his hometown.

He didn't want to be a monarch who devoted himself to his people, he wanted to be something much different.

Aira: And what was that?

Hiiro: In that summer, amidst that sweltering heat... No, even from a long time ago, Nii-san has been asserting it with his entire being.

"I want to become an idol."

Aira: .........

Hiiro: Before, I didn't fully understand what that meant.

I didn't know what being an idol was yet.

Aira: Ahaha. At that time, Hiro-kun kept on asking the same question.

—"What is an idol?"

Do you understand a little better now?

Hiiro: A little, yeah. Thanks to Aira, Tatsumi-senpai, Mayoi-senpai, and everyone else who taught me.

An idol is someone who makes others smile, brings happiness to them.

And in doing so, they find their own smiles and happiness.

They're like monarchs, but different. It's much more personal, intimate, human...

Ahh, it's hard to express, but it's something truly precious that sparkles even brighter.

That's what I think now.

That's what I've found to be the "correct answer."

And so, Nii-san is trying to become the idol he dreamed of. For the sake of becoming an idol, maybe even now—he's trying to make someone smile.

Because by doing so, he can smile too.

As Nii-san's little brother, that is Hiiro Amagi's honest opinion. His deduction.

HiMERU: —Is that so? Generally speaking, HiMERU has no objections.

Rinne, who appears to be the culprit, mastermind, and instigator behind these recent events, is up to yet another scheme. As usual.

However, it is not so contradictory to HiMERU's pursuit of becoming a perfect idol, one could surmise.

HiMERU: Because both Rinne and HiMERU are idols.

It was because of that commonality that HiMERU ended up getting involved with such a rotten scoundrel, a situation that wouldn't have occurred otherwise.

That's why we're walking the same path.

Kohaku: Yeah. We're all buzzin' around together, flyin' under the same sky.

It's annoyin' and unpleasant, but surely, we'll reach the same destination.

Aira: Ermm... Sorry to interrupt when you seem so pleased, but I'm not following the conversation at all...?

So what does it all mean? We know that Rinne-senpai seems to be up to something shady, but ultimately, what's he after? What's he doing?

HiMERU: Regarding that point, if you look at the big picture, you can somewhat infer it.

Instead of fixating on the equation, look at the solution. What phenomenon occurred as a result of Rinne's actions in this instance?

Take a look at the result, Shiratori.

Aira: Ummm, the result is that we got forced into this weird showdown...?

HiMERU: That's also part of the process. What do you suppose came out of that showdown? No, rather, what's happening now?

Aira: Uh, well, we're going through some scary stuff in this backward village...?

HiMERU: Yes, that's the current result, the answer. We came to this Amagi Village as part of our idol activities, within the context of Matrix.

Aira: Um, so Rinne-senpai's goal was that? Putting cameras in his hometown...?

HiMERU: At this stage, that seems like a reasonable assumption. Although the purpose of that action is still unclear.

HiMERU isn't sure how those strange figures, the two AkanPs, are related, either.

Hiiro: I've had some thoughts on that point. But I kept going "I wonder if it really is like that"—you know?

Back when I was in my hometown, I picked up on some rumors.

HiMERU: ...? Could you please elaborate?

Kohaku: Well, if we just wait it out, I reckon eventually Rinne-han'll come and explain everythin'.

He pulled the same stunt at the first match's wrap party. That troublemaker just loves gleefully braggin' 'bout his misdeeds; it's his reason for livin'.

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OC questions tag

@morriguscrawls tagged me to answer a wonderful list of questions for one of my OCs. Thank you!

I'm going with Brett from November Breaks and Spin Cylinder...

What's the worst pain you've ever been in?

I'm not sure how to answer this. The worse it is, the more I enjoy it.

What's the last book that made you feel something?

The Picture of Dorian Grey, which I read at Noah's insistence.

Have you ever been in love?

Love as in "I can't live without him and I want him to be the one who kills me"? Yes. Definitely. Currently. Forever.

What do you believe people are the most selfish about?

If you'd asked me five years ago, I would have said money. Now I think maybe it's more something to do with attachment to other people. Needing someone to be attached to you. Perhaps I'm judging by my own standards here.

Hero or antihero?

Anti-everything.

What's something most people get wrong about your culture?

My culture? Rich self-serving criminals? Whatever you assume about us is probably correct, actually.

What is your preferred style of dress?

Well put-together and slightly distressed.

How do you feel about holy wars?

I have literally never given a moment of thought to them. They don't affect me so they don't take up space in my head.

What's one thing you'd change about yourself physically & mentally?

Mentally, I could live without the intrusive thoughts. Physically, I'm fine. Very fine.

Have you ever done drugs?

I am always, persistently and indulgently, doing drugs.

How is your relationship with your parents?

Non-existent.

What is your comfort item?

The drugs I am always, persistently and indulgently, doing. Also that sweater I 'borrowed' from Noah a few years ago that I look so good in he won't ask for it back.

Have you ever done something you can't forgive yourself for?

No. I do plenty of fucked up shit. I just don't feel bad about any of it.

Who is your favorite relative?

None of them. They aren't part of my life.

What is your biggest regret?

I wish I'd travelled more and worked less, but I'm making up for it now.

What is your biggest pet peeve?

Uncomfortable seams in socks. And people who wear fake designer clothes.

What is the most childish thing you do?

I sulk like an absolute bitch if I don't get my own way, but that rarely happens because I'm excellent at getting my own way.

Who are you worried the most about disappointing?

No-one. I couldn't be disappointing if I tried.

Have you ever wished that someone else would die?

Yes, and sometimes I kill them.

Tagging @thegreatobsesso, @revenantlore and @indecentpause if you'd like to do it, with an open tag for anyone else who wants to join in 💙

Blank questions are under the cut ⬇️

Reblogs, replies etc on my tag posts are always welcome, but if you're doing this tag yourself, please make your own post instead of using mine to start a reblog chain.

What's the worst pain you've ever been in?

What's the last book that made you feel something?

Have you ever been in love?

What do you believe people are the most selfish about?

Hero or antihero?

What's something most people get wrong about your culture?

What is your preferred style of dress?

How do you feel about holy wars?

What's one thing you'd change about yourself physically & mentally?

Have you ever done drugs?

How is your relationship with your parents?

What is your comfort item?

Have you ever done something you can't forgive yourself for?

Who is your favorite relative?

What is your biggest regret?

What is your biggest pet peeve?

What is the most childish thing you do?

Who are you worried the most about disappointing?

Have you ever wished that someone else would die?

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Inescapable Storm

Summary: A certain TA can't accept the fact that a certain card soldier cares about him far more than he'd like to admit. Word count: 1.5k+ A/N: Based on a prompt from this list. So. It was. Not supposed to be this angsty when I started it this morning but I guess the recent downpours in our area have really affected my ability to write mood...? Oh well, haha. I just... ahaha... wow these characters can't communicate. Regardless, please enjoy! (Or don't lol, but just don't kill me thanks <3)

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The rain pours down hard, attacking the world in rapidly frigid sheets.

Yu knows he should head inside—it’s too cold out here, his jacket has been torn to shreds and the rest of his school uniform ruined by a mix of dirt and magic, and his friends will have questions about where he went. 

(He ignores the little voice in his head that asks if they really would care.)

But, even with all that glaringly obvious in his mind, he can’t bring himself to flee from the rain and find himself an overhang to dry himself off under. 

The best he can do right now is unsteadily rise to his feet and stagger over to the nearest wall, before practically collapsing onto it for support. His chest protests violently with a sudden sharp pain from his ribs, his bad ankle feels swollen beyond belief, and there’s something dripping down his cheek that feels too warm to be rain. Wiping at it with his sleeve leaves a distinctly bloody smudge—with ink-like blackness around the edges—on the already-sullied white fabric.

He can’t find it in himself to admit that he’s, for lack of a better term, sort of screwed up.

Somewhere by his feet, his phone vibrates with a notification. And then, after a minute, another. And then another, until Yu has no choice but to curse and grab it. The screen protector is cracked irreparably, but that’s fine.

ace of hearts where r u yu? whered u go dude

Yu mutters another ‘fuck’ under his breath, staring at the messages even as raindrops distort the screen. He debates, for a moment—if he should leave Ace on read, if he should tell him the truth, or maybe he could just lie about it entirely to buy himself more time—

…No, that’s not an option. 

In the end, he caves, fingers slipping on his phone’s keyboard while trying to send a quick response.

wild card (koi.yu) behjnd hte lecture hsll

His text is marked as Read right away, but with no other response. Yu sighs and closes his eyes, tipping his head back to rest on the cold stone of the wall. The rain doesn’t sting when it lands on his face; it smells fresh, much better than the dirt and blood he’d nearly inhaled earlier. 

He finds himself abandoning all other worries to just feel the wall behind his back and the rain all around him, ignoring the pain and exhaustion all over his body. It’s sort of a hopeless, ridiculous thought, but maybe the heavy downpour can wash away some of the evidence on his skin, can wash away everything about this situation that shouldn’t have happened—

“…there you are, Yu—Yu!”

Yu’s eyes snap open to see Ace right next to him, chest heaving with the exhaustion from running.

“I can’t believe you’re out here in this weather,” Ace complains, on the contrary taking off his jacket and draping it over Yu’s head and shoulders. “What are you, stupid?”

“No more than the idiot in front of me taking off his jacket,” Yu shoots back. He tries to take it off, but Ace just puts it right back over him. “I don’t need this, Ace.”

“Where’s yours, then?”

Yu pauses at that, then shamefully averts his eyes from the mess of black fabric on the ground a few feet away. “…Ruined,” he mutters.

“Of course. For the same reasons you look like shit, probably.” Where Ace would normally smirk after saying this, he just narrows his eyes and cups his hands around Yu’s face to get a better look. It feels so distinctly not Ace-like, how he caresses him, but typical in its mix of roughness and gentleness. “Seriously, what the hell even happened to you?”

“What are you doing? You’re so—” He hisses softly when Ace’s thumb accidentally presses too hard on the bruised side of his jaw, and a flash of regret ghosts the card soldier’s face. Yu purses his lips. “...C’mon, it was just a little fight. Some stupid guys from your dorm. I put them in their place, though.”

Ace’s eyes widen considerably. “You got in a fight on your own? Are you kidding me?”

Yu tries for a small smirk to add some levity, to make this conversation normal. “Yeah. Didn’t have to rely on you guys or anything.”

He doesn’t know what reaction he was expecting, but he definitely doesn’t get it—not with Ace suddenly stiffening and his hands shifting to clamp around Yu’s shoulders. Not with the hurricane of both frustration and concern brewing in those bright red eyes, worse than the rainstorm around them. None of it is what he predicted would happen.

“You’re such an idiot,” Ace says, a bit bitter and very angry, and loud enough to match both. “I can’t even take my eyes off you for a few minutes without you getting involved in shit like this.”

“Look who’s talking,” Yu retorts, even though Ace’s hands are the one thing stopping his body from trembling like a leaf in a storm. “I think this is tame compared to the incidents you’ve started in the past year. You know how many times we all could have died? A few bruises and scrapes is nothing when you look at that. I’m fine, Ace.”

“No way you think you can get away with lying to me.” Ace grits his teeth. “It’s not okay, you’re not fine. Have you seen yourself? You’re driving me batshit crazy here, Yu.”

Yu bristles. “Well, now you get to know how I feel on a regular basis. Seriously, why are you getting so upset over a fight? It’s not like these don’t happen to everyone on a regular basis—are you finally growing a conscience?”

“Excuse you? I think I’m allowed to be concerned about the person who still bleeds and cries blot,” snaps Ace. At Yu’s surprised look, he huffs with a dry kind of mirth. “You think I don’t know about that? You’ve done a pretty awful job of hiding it, and that fight was really just the cherry on top. Look.”

With his ungloved right hand, he reaches up to swipe the heel of his palm along Yu’s face, where a major cut stings from the sudden contact. The substance that comes off is a mixture of blood and muddy blot, proving his point. Ace displays his pale palm, now stained, with an unimpressed look.

“I was trying to—” Yu takes a sharp breath. “I was trying to keep it a secret because it’s not a big deal. It’s no one’s business but mine.” Through the raindrops still caught on his lashes, he glares at Ace. “If I’d known you’d be like this, I would have tried harder to hide it—”

Ace shakes him by the shoulders, too gently compared to his tone as he starts shouting. “What the fuck do you mean, it’s ‘no one’s business’ and you’d try harder to hide it?! Didn’t you learn anything from your Overblot? Hey, don’t I—don’t the people around you mean anything?”

“Of course you do!” That’s, to Yu’s own horror, the raw truth. “You guys mean so much to me it hurts.”

“Then why—”

“That’s exactly why I can’t tell you anything! Because you didn’t sign up to fight my demons for me, you don’t need to be my knight in shining armor!” 

“I don’t need to, but by the Seven, sometimes I sure wish I could!” Ace has never cried in front of Yu before, but it’s starting to look like that might change. “Fuck, I just wish you could tell me what you’re thinking sometimes, at the very least! I don’t care if you never return what I really feel for you—aren’t we friends? Didn’t you say it yourself, that a good relationship is based on care and trust?! We’ve got plenty of the ‘care’ part, but you still won’t trust me…!”

The rain seems to have thinned, still more than a sprinkle but no longer a torrent.

Out of breath from his half-declaration, half-confession, and all anger, Ace inhales shakily. His eyes are wide, either with broken rage or horror at the thoughts he just haphazardly converted into words. 

Like a gilled animal left beached after a storm, with the air stolen from his lungs, Yu opens his mouth to reply—

“You… you…”

—and closes it quickly, finding himself at a loss for words. He can’t tell if he wants to laugh or cry, either—this has to be some kind of cruel joke, right?

But it isn’t, Ace doesn’t play around with feelings in that specific way because he cares way more than he’d ever like to show normally, everyone knows this, and—God Yu has really fucked up hasn’t he—

“Look, just…” Ace lets go of Yu’s shoulders, gingerly tugging down his jacket so it better protects the TA from the rain. “...sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for all that,” he mumbles, some of the fight in him evaporating. “Let’s go inside and dry off somewhere, and—and get your injuries treated, then…” As if hesitant to address the elephant in the room he shouldn’t have brought into the conversation to begin with, he trails off. “Okay?”

Yu nods without saying anything, arms crossing to hug himself. 

He lets Ace lead the way to a place out of the rain, and they don’t utter a single word to each other on the way there.

[cyle]

Hi, in regards to the public api, will 3rd party apps be affected in any way by upcoming changes ? The one I use - multitab Tumblr - is primarily for mass media browsing, so when I click on the "via" blog username attached to a post , it takes me straight to the blog, instead of the previous reblog.

This is obviously unrelated to what anyone is saying about viewing parent reblogs, since that's for conversations, reading previous tags and removed comments. My use case is just for the sake of finding blogs that act as human driven curated collections of media interconnected by this "via" feature. So empty reblogs are incredibly useful to me. But I'm worried they'll get pushed under the rug if this whole system gets redesigned and plastered across the public api.

To make it clear, the user being able to traverse the entire stretch of the via chain isn't important for this particular use case. Simply one via per post - the blog which this post was reblogged from, the blog directly before. So the entire via chain still needs to exist for any via to exist - but it doesn't need to be readily available to traverse by tapping the via. Essentially, if the via acts as it currently does in multitab Tumblr, and the android app I believe - ie tapping it takes me to the via blog of the post I'm viewing, as opposed to the via reblog of the post I'm viewing - that would be perfect.

Maybe I'm asking all this a little too early since I'm still not fully sure how this new post redesign will work. But multitab Tumblr seems to have adopted all the new post and reblog interface redesigns that the default Tumblr app has employed so far. Reblogs are no longer displayed as stacked and indented username lists with lines like they used to be in the old school tumblr textpost screenshots that float around the internet. So the posts have already had a redesign from their original design. and I'm not sure if this new design will be steamrolled over the current one over there too, through API changes. I'm not sure if the multitab Tumblr developers chose to change it, or if they had no choice because the api changed.

Closing thoughts: if Tumblr does end up looking and acting like twitter, that's fine because I like twitter and its many clones, I think it's kinda nicely coded and I like the modularity of posts and threads and how everything links together to facilitate conversation. And it's intuitive, which is why it's popular. However, Tumblr is and always has been the best site for human driven content curation in my opinion, because of the via blog being easily accessible in every post that is a reblog. So by all means , make it flashy and modern and twitter-like, but please don't remove the via blog, at least keep it in the public api.

Tumblr has a media focus, an archive view, pagination by date and post count through the API.... All these things which separate it from twitter in that its focus isn't entirely on conversations, but also media and curation and mass browsing. Essentially Tumblr = twitter + are.na + magic (the via). Please keep it that way. It's such a sweetspot between all these things. And this new post redesign could make it even better if only the via stays.

I suppose it's a niche ask? But a lot of people I'm sure find new blogs they like through clicking on the via instead of the source. I really think it makes tumblr what it is for people. Some blogs are so interconnected and I can see that they've clearly used the via to find a new blog to reblog from, again and again. It just makes everything so interconnected. Thank you times a million. I hope everything is as clear as possible hence the lengthy ask.

hey, yeah, there are no planned changes with the public API. if anything, myself and others on staff are continuously campaigning to open it up more and more, it's just difficult to prioritize that among the many things we have to do. i agree with basically everything you've said here!

"Tumblr = twitter + are.na + magic" is a fun way to put it.