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♡⸝⸝ sparks and vows (bbh series!) ⊹。°˖➴

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𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 pairing: soloist!baekhyun x reader aka [✶] 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 content: 18+/MDNI. strangers to lovers, wedding!au, angst, fluff, exos and o/c's, pussy whipped baek, ex-playboy baek, ceo nepo baby reader, smut (tbh probs every chapter), language, scenes with alcohol +/or smoking throughout story, pretty tame tho tbh!!! ଘ(ᵕ˵ ૩ᵕ)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ takes place right after the gala, slight exhibitionism? smoking, ex-fiance and his creature appearance, baekhyun’s a panty sniffer/thief 😭, this chapter is p much porn w a plot 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 wc: 5,600-ish? 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 a/n: dvsn has been on a heavy rotation whilst writing this chapter 🙂‍↕️🫣 but this specific song is so s&v bbh coded. also, i made a spotify playlist for this series :) link is above hehehehehehehehe <3 enjoy the filthy smut babes!! this chapter was supposed to be like double the wc but i think im just going to do shorter chapters and make the story have a few more chapters than intended hehe

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the after-party for the gala unfolded in a breathtakingly opulent space downtown, one of many jewels among the venues and clubs owned by hana’s family. this year, [✶] decided to actually make an appearance—a rare move. maybe it was the high she got from the gala’s overwhelming success—or maybe it was because she couldn’t stop thinking about baekhyun, his tantalizing performance replaying in her mind.

his voice had been like velvet, smooth and rich as it wrapped around each lyric. every note seemed designed to captivate, but it was more than just his voice—it was the way he performed. the way his body moved with such effortless precision, fluid and sensual, as if he knew exactly how to command the room’s attention. but it was the moments when his gaze would land on her, when he’d purposefully sing certain lyrics while locking eyes, that made her stomach flutter.

his entire performance had left her buzzing, her heart pounding, and she couldn’t shake the sensation. now, as she navigated the after-party, all she could think about was finding him again—if only to tell him how completely he had captivated her, how his voice had stirred something deep inside her that she couldn’t quite explain.

the room glowed with soft, golden light, casting an enchanting shimmer over the crowd. the air was thick with the intoxicating blend of perfume, champagne, and the heady rhythm of music that pulsed through the night.

[✶] moved through the throng of revelers with graceful determination, her presence commanding admiring glances as she weaved across the dance floor. the room shimmered with luxury as guests—from the elite wealthy to influential figures and high-profile celebrities—mingled in elegant conversation. the hum of admiration brushed against [✶]’s skin like a gentle breeze, each compliment light yet resonant, making her feel as if she were wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and affirmation. 

her dress—an elegant, flowing red piece that swirled with each step—seemed to ripple like liquid silver under the ambient lights. paparazzi flashes sparkled like distant stars, capturing moments of glamour that would be immortalized in magazines and social media feeds. she left behind a trail of congratulatory whispers and heartfelt compliments, each one a reflection of the night’s success and her undeniable charm. 

as she approached the bar, the pulsating beat of the music grew more insistent, a vibrant counterpoint to the murmurs of appreciation that surrounded her. the bar itself was a sleek, modern marvel, its surface gleaming under the spotlights like a polished gem. behind it, an array of exotic cocktails and fine spirits awaited, their colors gleaming enticingly in the ambient light.

[✶] approached the bar with fluid elegance, her movements perfectly in sync with the rhythm of the party. the crowd’s warmth pressed in around her, a palpable buzz of energy and celebration that echoed the triumph of the night.

at the bar, bartenders worked with a practiced ease, their hands a blur of artistry as they crafted drinks with finesse. [✶] leaned casually against the counter, her eyes drifting over the room while she waited. the scene before her was a kaleidoscope of color, light, and sound—a dazzling celebration of glamour and excitement.

her gaze skimmed over the crowd, searching for hana or kyungsoo, but they were nowhere in sight. the club was packed, making it nearly impossible to spot familiar faces in the sea of elegant dresses and sharp tuxedos. the hum of conversation, mixed with the soft clinking of glasses, created a symphony of laughter and voices.

her thoughts wandered, hoping to catch a glimpse of baekhyun. she wanted to congratulate him on his mesmirizing performance, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing him again tonight.

her gaze lingered, momentarily lost in the sea of faces and silhouettes, until a familiar figure appeared through the crowd heading towards her. the unmistakable gait, the confident stride, the sculpted physique—each detail as familiar to her as her own reflection. as he drew closer, a radiant smile illuminated his face, the kind of smile that could light up a room. the kind that once meant everything to her.

no, it can’t be.

not him. not tonight.

she feels her breath catch, her chest tightening as mhery eyes lock onto the figure moving toward her. the stride, the posture—it’s him. daniel. she don’t even need to see his face to know. six months of silence, and of course, he’s here. of fucking course, she runs into him now, when she’s least prepared.

maybe he hasn’t seen mhere. maybe he’ll turn around and leave. if she just looks away, he’ll get the hint, right? god, why does he still walk like that—like he owns the damn room?

or she could leave. just slip away before he reaches her. she doesn’t need to do this tonight. she doesn’t need him dredging up the past, reminding her of everything she;’s been trying to bury. but her feet feel glued to the floor, like her body’s betraying her, forcing her to face him.

does she pretend not to care? should she act like she’s over it—over him?

she can’t do this. not now.

but she know it’s too late. he’s right behind her.

[✶] freezes, caught off guard, just as the barista slides her drink across the counter. the glass glints under the ambient light, its cool surface pressing against her palm, anchoring her to the moment. a part of her hopes—prays—that if she doesn’t acknowledge him, if she just ignores the familiar pull of his presence, maybe he’ll disappear. maybe this encounter will vanish as quickly as it appeared. but that’s not how this works, is it?

“it’s nice to see you finally enjoying yourself,” daniel’s voice cuts through her thoughts, dragging her back to the present. his eyes glint as they flick toward the drink in her hand. “i remember how i had to practically drag you to these events. and even then, you wouldn’t touch a drink without a little nudge.”

his laugh follows, a sound that once carried warmth, now piercing straight through her chest. she hates that it still affects her—the way it teeters between affection and teasing, the way it used to make her feel like he knew her better than anyone. but now, it just feels… hollow. mocking, almost.

memories flood back, uninvited. the exhaustion of hosting event after event, retreating back to their shared penthouse, drained, while he would head out to continue the night. she’d always insisted he go, that he enjoy himself, though she never imagined how far he’d take it. a bitter pang twists in her chest, the sting of those nights he’d spent tangled up with someone else—nights that shattered everything you thought you knew about him.

but she pushes it down, swallowing the resentment as she meet his gaze. there’s tension there, the kind that’s never fully settled—nostalgia twisted with a bitter aftertaste.

“nice to see you, too, daniel.” her voice is calm, each word measured and cool. she lifts the cocktail to her lips, the glass icy against her fingers, a contrast to the firestorm brewing inside her. the deep amber liquid swirls lazily in the glass, catching the light in a way that feels almost too fitting for this moment.

daniel shifts on his feet, the subtle discomfort in his posture betraying him. “look,” he starts, his tone softer now, more careful, “i just wanted to say…we should still be on good terms. our families are moving forward with the merger, after all.”

and there it is. the inevitable lee-kim merger, a union that was supposed to be our story. a high-society fairytale, where two hotel empires become one glittering entity. lavish galas, magazine covers, and seamless wealth—it was all laid out like a goddamn hallmark movie waiting to happen.

except they were never the perfect couple. and they both knew it.

she takes another sip, letting the burn of the alcohol dull the edge of his words, the heavy reminder of the life we were supposed to lead, the one that was never truly theirs.

yet now, the once-gleaming promise between her and daniel has tarnished, marred by the weight of their separation. what was once a vision of a dazzling future together now feels tainted by a bitter undertone. the merger—more than just a business deal—has become a symbol of everything that’s unraveled. the dream of a shared empire has transformed into a backdrop for unresolved emotions and lingering questions that neither of them have dared to address.

daniel’s eyes search hers, hoping, maybe even pleading, to find a spark of the easy camaraderie they used to share. but all she gives him is frosty distance, a cold echo of the fractured past between them.

she can’t bring yourself to speak. instead, she looks down at the polished marble floor, her gaze heavy with uncertainty, unable to meet his. the weight of her insecurity anchors her in place, rendering her speechless. all she can manage is a faint nod, her usual confidence momentarily swallowed by the tension of the moment.

daniel’s mouth hangs open as if he’s about to say something else, but before he can find the words, slender arms wrap around his waist from behind. the touch is soft yet deliberate, and a melodious, feminine voice fills the air. "there you are, i’ve been looking everywhere for you."

you watch as a woman glides into view beside him, her movements smooth, almost rehearsed. she emerges from the shadows and into [✶]’s line of sight, a picture of calculated poise. "oh, [✶]," min’s voice rings out with a tone that drips with false familiarity. her smile, though polite, barely masks the disdain lurking beneath. "you did an incredible job at the gala today. i’ve heard nothing but praise. so sorry we couldn’t make it."

her words feel like a slap coated in sugar. [✶] forces a smile, though irritation simmers beneath the surface. "thanks?" the word comes out sharper than she intended, laced with polite defiance. "though i don’t recall extending an invitation to you."

min’s smug expression falters for a brief moment, twisting into a mask of annoyance. the tension between them is almost palpable, hanging thick in the air. after an agonizing beat of silence, [✶] takes a swift gulp of her drink, the bitter taste burning down her throat as she musters the will to escape. she excuses yourself, needing to get away from the disheartening scene that’s unfolding before her.

the weight of everything presses down on her as she walks away—daniel’s betrayal, min’s false charm, the bitter taste of what could have been.

navigating through the crowd, her breath becomes shallow, chest tightening under the crushing weight of her emotions. questions hammer throughout her mind: how the hell could he bring the woman he cheated on me with here? and why the fuck would he even show up at all?

[✶] pushes through to the nearest exit, the door closing behind her with a sharp, final click. the stairwell before her is a stark contrast to the glitzy chaos of the party—quiet, cool, and empty. leaning against the cold wall, she let out a long, shuddering sigh. the air here is cleaner, fresher, and with each exhale, the suffocating pressure on her chest begins to ease. slowly, a sense of calm washes over her, the nerves settling as she savors the silence.

“feeling claustrophobic?” a familiar voice calls down from the top of the small flight of stairs.

[✶]’s heart lifts at the sound of baekhyun’s voice, relief washing over her. “yeah, something like that. i’m not really a fan of these kinds of events,” she replies, a genuine smile tugging at her lips as she glances up at him. she chose not to burden him with her troubles about daniel and his new companion. “what about you? hiding out up here?”

“same as you,” he says with a casual shrug. “just needed a break from all the noise. honestly, i’m not a fan of these things either, but how could i resist knowing you’d be here?”

baekhyun catches sight of the flush creeping across her cheeks at his comment, and his smile broadens, mischief dancing in his eyes. “have you already been drinking,” he teases, leaning in slightly, “or is that blush because of me?” his playful tone makes it hard to keep a straight face.

she raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her lips. “maybe it’s a little bit of both. you do seem to have that effect on me. annoyingly so.” she playfully shrugs, savoring the banter as she holds his gaze.

baekhyun chuckles softly, a twinkle in his eye. “i was thinking of heading up to the rooftop for a quick smoke. wanna' join me? i promise the view will be much more romantic than this cold, empty stairwell.” he tilts his head slightly, inviting her with casual confidence as he reaches his hand out for her.

[✶] laughs, nodding in agreement. “yeah, let’s go.” she slips her hand into his, the warmth of his touch grounding her as he leads her up the stairs.

the rooftop was a bright oasis high above the busy city, surprisingly calm despite the lively party going on downstairs that they had just left. strings of market lights crisscrossed overhead, casting a warm, golden glow that danced across the space. each bulb hung like a tiny star, twinkling softly to create a canopy of light that transformed the night into a magical dreamscape. cocktail tables dressed in crisp white linens were scattered throughout, their gleaming surfaces catching the light and reflecting it back in gentle shimmers. trendy patio furniture, upholstered in plush fabrics of deep navy and rich charcoal, was arranged in cozy clusters, inviting intimate conversations under the starry sky.

her eyes widened as she took in the breathtaking panorama of the city’s skyline. the lights below stretched out like a blanket of stars, each building illuminated and shimmering against the dark canvas of the night. the air was cool and crisp, carrying with it a whisper of the city’s vibrant energy. this view would never tire her.

she turned her gaze towards baekhyun, a warm smile spreading across her face as she took in the view. the soft lighting casting down his features made him look so irresistible. "you were amazing earlier, by the way," she said, her voice soft but full of admiration. she settled onto the chaise beside him, her thighs brushing against his. “now i get why you’re so popular,” [✶] flirted, her eyes sparkling with playful admiration.

he offered a humble smile, the corners of his mouth lifting in a shy, almost boyish manner. a subtle blush crept across his cheeks, a delicate flush of pink that hinted at his embarrassment. he reached into the inner pocket of his coat with practiced ease, extracting a slender cigarette with a flick of his wrist. as he placed it between his lips, the dim light from the street below caught the gleam of the cigarette's white paper.

with a quick, fluid motion, he shielded the flame of his lighter from the gentle breeze with the palm of his hand. the tiny flame flickered briefly, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated his face in sharp relief against the encroaching darkness. the light danced across his features, highlighting the intensity of his gaze and the subtle lines of concentration on his forehead as he drew the cigarette to life.

baekhyun inhaled deeply, the ember at the tip of the cigarette glowing a fierce orange. he exhaled a plume of smoke, which swirled and dissipated into the night air, mingling with the shadows around them.

"well, i had to give it my all for my girl, didn't i?" he said, his voice blending playful confidence with genuine affection. he settled back on the chaise, leaning in closer as he carefully offered her his cigarette. "you really set the bar high the last time we met. all i did this week was rehearse for it. i was so nervous for tonight that i hardly slept at all."

[✶] let out a soft, melodious giggle, a sound that seemed to weave through the night air like a sweet, captivating melody. her eyes sparkled with amusement, their twinkle betraying her lighthearted teasing. she raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a teasing smirk that was both charming and provocative. “'my girl'?” she echoed him, her tone light but edged with playful mockery as she takes a drag of their shared cigarette before handing it back to him. “geez, baek, you might want to take a girl out to dinner first before you start laying claim.”

baekhyun’s laughter rang out again, a deep, resonant sound that filled the rooftop with a warm, infectious energy. his voice carried a note of playful disbelief, a blend of incredulity and endearing affection. “whaaaat?” he responded, his tone both surprised and amused, the echo of his voice lingering in the night air. “and what about our night together last weekend, huh? i thought i did a damn good job claiming you then—”

his playful words were cut short as [✶] placed a hand over his mouth, her eyes wide with a blend of shock and amusement. “are you crazy?” she half-shouted, her voice tinged with urgency. “what if someone hears you?” her head whipped around, scanning the rooftop with a frantic energy. the only sounds were the distant hum of the city below and the soft rustle of the breeze. empty, just as they had hoped when they slipped away to this secluded spot.

baekhyun’s gaze softened as he looked at her, really looked at her. the moonlight highlighted the gentle curve of her cheek and the sparkle in her eyes, making her seem almost otherworldly, like a dream. he couldn’t stand the space between them anymore. her soft, inviting lips called to him with an irresistible pull, and he felt a deep ache to kiss her. the brush of her delicate hand against his skin sent a jolt of electricity through him, creating a tense atmosphere between them.

with a sudden, decisive movement, baekhyun stubbed out their cigarette, the ember hissing as it met the ground. he gently but firmly moved her hand away from his mouth, his touch lingering as if he wanted to savor the moment. his eyes locking onto hers, filled with longing and unspoken desire.

he reached out, his hands cradling either side of her face with a tenderness that belied the strength of his touch. the world around them seemed to dissolve into a blur of distant sounds and hazy shapes, leaving only the two of them suspended in this intimate moment. his fingers, warm and gentle, rested against her cheeks, tracing the delicate curve of her jaw with a sense of high regard.

the kiss felt soft and gentle, like the first snowfall, full of warmth and longing. he seemed uncertain about whether he should kiss her, but he couldn’t resist the strong attraction that pulled him closer. his tender touch showed his vulnerability, and the warmth of the kiss revealed just how deep his feelings were.

he braced himself for her to pull away, perhaps even to strike him with a forceful reminder that she wasn’t ready. but instead of rejection, he felt the subtle, reassuring pressure of her lips moving in harmony with his. her response was a silent affirmation, a gentle surrender as she leaned into his touch. in that fleeting instant, he sensed her melting into his embrace, and a realization dawned on him: she wanted him too.

when he finally drew back, giving them both a moment to breathe, his hands remained caressing the sides of her face, as though holding onto the lingering warmth of their shared kiss. "fuck it, let them hear," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with a raw, unfiltered desire. "i'm not trying to hide you."

she looked at him with an intensity that spoke of unspoken dreams and deep-seated longing. in that moment, her resolve crystallized, and she knew she couldn’t bear to keep him at a distance any longer. 'fuck it,' she thought to herself, echoing his words as she grasped his face in her hands. with a surge of urgency and an intense need, she closed the distance between them a second time, this time of her doing. pressing her lips to his with a passion that had been building beneath the surface all along.

what began as a tender, innocent kiss quickly ignited into a blazing inferno of passion. their lips, initially gentle, pressed together with growing urgency, as if they were both starved for each other's touch. hands roamed with a passion that defied reason, fingertips exploring every curve and contour of their bodies. their proximity was electric, the heat between them tangible as he pulled her onto his lap. 

the fabric of their garments, once a mere formality, now felt like a stifling constraint against the searing intimacy they craved. soft, breathy moans escaped their lips with every caress, every touch that struck a sensitive spot, sending shivers down their spines. each sound was an indication to the mounting desire that drove them further.

baekhyun’s need was undeniable, pressing hard between her thighs as she straddled him, just as he could feel the heat of her damp core grinding down against him. the sudden friction made his breath catch, his chest rising sharply beneath her. a low hum rumbled from him, sending a shiver down her spine as his hands roamed up her legs, the touch electric. his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her dress, slowly dragging it higher until he could cup her ass fully, giving it a firm squeeze that had her moaning softly into his ear.

his slender fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements with an unhurried precision, encouraging each roll and grind of her hips against his growing bulge. the wet fabric of her panties soaked through to his slacks, the mix of her arousal spreading with every slow, needy swirl. he knew exactly what he was doing—teasing her, drawing out her desperation, the game as much for his pleasure as it was for hers.

he loved seeing her like this, clinging to his shoulders with trembling hands, breathless and needy, her mind clouded with nothing but him. she whispered his name in broken syllables, the sound like music to his ears, and he reveled in it. every grind, every shift of her body against him brought her closer to the edge, and he knew she was barely holding on.

but baekhyun wasn’t in any hurry. he wanted her to come undone slowly, to make her crave him so completely that she’d be begging for more by the time he finally gave in. and she could feel it—that unspoken promise of what was to come, hanging heavy in the air as he watched her lose herself in the moment, every touch, every grind pushing her closer to her limit.

“baekhyun…” she whines, her voice a soft plea as her hips roll languidly against his, drawing a low, ragged groan from him. his thighs tense beneath her, and the sound is followed by a breathless, teasing laugh as he leans in, grazing his teeth along her jaw. "i know, princess," he murmurs, his voice a dangerous mix of playfulness and promise. "gonna take good care of you."

his dark gaze locks with her, heavy with intent, as his grip tightens on her hips. slowly, but with a clear hunger, he takes control, guiding her body to grind messily against his slacks, each desperate movement sending jolts of pleasure through her. her sensitive, clothed clit brushes over the hardness beneath his pants, and each touch feels like it's designed just for her, like her body was truly made for him. 

baekhyun’s lips find her neck, nipping at her skin as her breath hitches, overwhelmed by the intoxicating closeness. "you're gonna make me cum, baek—please!" the words spill out between ragged breaths, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling a sharp hiss from his lips. another desperate swirl of her hips has him groaning deeply, the friction unbearable when she slowly grinds herself down onto his thick, clothed cock.

with a sudden pull, he drags her closer, the carnal need between her both tightening with each passing second. "oh, is that right?" his voice thick with amusement. "don't get too greedy, sweet girl. i’m not done with you yet."

baekhyun’s hands, driven by pure instinct, slide between her thighs. she responds immediately, parting her legs wider to give him full access, a silent plea for more. his fingers brush over her soaked panties, and he lets out a low, satisfied groan, the sensation only stoking the fire burning between them.

he knew how wet she was—he felt it when she was grinding against him, the way her body was shamelessly pressing into him. but now, with his fingers grazing her damp heat through the thin fabric, the reality hits him in a way that has his pulse spiking. she’s drenched, practically dripping with need, and as he slips a finger under the material to touch her bare skin, he realizes just how ready she is for him.

"fuck," he mutters under his breath, voice tight with barely-contained desire. the feel of her slickness against his fingertips is overwhelming, making the moment crackle with intensity. he circles your swollen clit slowly, teasingly, watching her expression twist with pleasure, the way her body reacts to every move he makes.

"you’re so wet for me," he growls, the words rough and needy as his fingers dip lower, collecting more of your arousal. "i could’ve sworn i felt it earlier, but this… this is something else." his lips twitch into a wicked smirk, clearly enjoying how worked up she is beneath his touch.

her hips buck against his hand, seeking more friction, more of him. and baekhyun, ever the tease, obliges—but just enough to drive her wild, not enough to give her what she’s really craving.

"patience," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear. "i'm not finished making you fall apart for me yet."

baekhyun gently laid [✶] down on the chaise, his movements deliberate and tender. he carefully dismounted, kneeling in front of her with an almost reverent gaze. his fingers, deft and sure, began to lift her dress, his touch sending shivers across her skin. he slid her panties aside with practiced ease, the fabric brushing against her skin with a soft whisper.

"baekhyun, w-what are you doing?" she asked, her voice a mix of surprise and growing awareness. “here? right now?”

baekhyun's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her arousal, her sex glistening with an urgent sheen. with a deliberate, almost ceremonious motion, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his touch both possessive and tender. "i told you i was going to take care of you," his face dangerously close to her core. the delicious sight before her driving her to the brink of insanity. "try to stay still for me, my girl," he commanded, his voice low and sultry. 

baekhyun's heartbeat pounds in his ears as he instructs her to arch her hips, his voice low and commanding. she complies, letting him slide her panties down her legs with a deliberate slowness. he doesn’t even hide the wicked grin as he brings them to his nose, eyes fluttering closed while he inhales deeply before slipping them into his pocket. the sight makes her cheeks flush with heat.

"perv," she teases, biting her lip to hide the smile creeping onto her face.

“better get used to it,” baekhyun smirks, his voice dripping with sin. and before she can respond, he’s between her legs, wasting no time. she barely has a second to process what’s happening, her mind racing with the realization of just how exposed and vulnerable she is—they are. she glances around the rooftop, a quick check to make sure they’re still alone, but the feeling of baekhyun’s hot breath ghosting over her bare skin snaps her back into the moment.

he licks his lips, the hunger in his eyes making her pulse race. without another word, he leans in, delivering a slow, teasing kitten lick along her slit, and it sends an electric shock straight through her. her body reacts instinctively, arching toward him, desperate for more.

her breath quickens, chest heaving with anticipation as his mouth begins its slow, torturous exploration of her body. his lips trail soft kisses along the insides of her thighs, feather-light touches that only heighten her need. when his mouth returns to her soaked heat, it’s with a new intensity. he groans against her, his tongue swirling with a sinful hunger, and the sound vibrates through her core. 

the way baekhyun devours her—his lips, his tongue, the hum of satisfaction vibrating from his throat—has her head spinning. every moan of his is muffled against her, swallowed by her body, while his breathless praises spill out like worship between each kiss onto her pussy. “you taste so good, baby. so fucking sweet for me,” he groans, his words sending shivers through her. “i can't believe i went a week, a whole week, without tasting you.”

it’s taking everything in him not to lose control, but there’s more to this moment than just the physical need. this woman before him is his, wholeheartedly and irrevocably. and it’s not like he hasn’t tasted her before—he had been buried between her thighs just this last weekend, rearranging her insides like the fate of the world depended on it—but nothing compared to this.

this moment right here finalizes it for baekhyun. every doubt he ever had about being in a serious relationship with her? gone. out the fucking window. he can’t go another day without tasting this sweet cunt of hers. without being wrapped in her warmth. and the way she’s responding, grinding herself against his delicious mouth as he devours her like a man starved, tells him everything he needs to know.

[✶] feels the same. she’s never been eaten out like this before—with so much passion, so much raw emotion. this isn’t just lust. it’s devotion, and she craves it, needs it. she’s never going to want anything less–she’ll never settle for less.

he swears the nearer she is to her climax, the sweeter she tastes, and the sight of her unraveling beneath him—her face contorted in pleasure—is enough to make him almost cum in his fucking slacks. this? this is heaven. and they both know they need it, this intimacy, every single day.

her hands tangle into his raven hair, tugging him closer, needing him deeper. the way his lips suck on her clit, the way his tongue flicks and swirls, it's maddening. she feels her thighs start to tremble, tightening around his head as the pleasure builds, her body practically singing with each movement of his mouth.

baekhyun’s grip on her hips tightens, anchoring her to him as he works her closer to the edge. the sound of her moans and the wetness of his eager tongue fills the air between them. he doesn’t stop, won’t stop, even as she feels herself tipping over the edge, until finally, the dam breaks and she’s falling, crying out his name as she comes undone beneath him.

even as the aftershocks pulse through her, baekhyun continues, savoring every drop of her release. his lips never leave her skin, not until she’s so sensitive that she gently pushes his head away, gasping for breath. he pulls back, lips glistening with her arousal, a satisfied grin on his face as he looks up at her.

“god you’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pride, and she can’t help but smile through the haze of her orgasm. “and all fucking mine.”

[✶] gazes down at baekhyun, her chest still heaving from the high he had just sent her crashing from. his bangs were damp, clinging messily to his forehead, his face slick with a mix of sweat and her release. he looked up at her, eyes hooded with a combination of adoration and raw, unrestrained lust. the sight of him like this, on his knees and completely wrecked by her, sent a rush of heat through her all over again.

without a second thought, she reached out, pulling him up toward her. he stood effortlessly, his body towering over hers as one hand braced against the back of the chaise while the other tenderly cradled her cheek. their lips crashed in a heated, desperate kiss, both of them lost in the moment. the taste of herself on his tongue sent sparks through her, reigniting a fire deep inside. she moaned into his mouth, pulling him closer, needing more of him, of everything.

“take me home then,” [✶] whispered breathlessly, her forehead resting against his, their lips just a breath apart. “take me home and show me how i’m yours.”

baekhyun’s dark eyes flashed, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “i thought you’d never ask.”

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Hank Thompson x PoliceOfficer!Reader (sorry)

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18+ MDNI. DUBCON. interrogation. coercion. sexual content. explicit language. power dynamics. authority abuse. dark themes. talk of crime, stealing. talk of sickness. violence. restraints while engaging in sexual activities.

A/N: thanks m girl @aust-een for fueling this idea lmao

You stand outside the interrogation room, watching through the one-way mirror as Hank Thompson slumps in the chair, his eyes hollow, his jaw tight. The room is stark, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting an unflinching glow on the cold metal table and the two chairs. The air is thick with tension, a palpable silence that seems to hum with anticipation. You know he's the one—the infamous thief that's been taunting the city for months. The bookstore heist was just the latest in a string of burglaries, each more brazen than the last. But here he is, caught red-handed.

As you enter the room, the door swings shut with a heavy thud that echoes off the concrete walls. You don't bother with pleasantries or the reading of rights. He knows why he's here. You've studied his file, watched the security footage—his graceful moves and calculated precision. His reputation precedes him, and so does your resolve to get answers.

"No cameras," you say firmly, looking him in the eye. "No microphones. Just you and me."

He smirks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief second before dropping back to the floor. "What makes you think I'll talk?"

You lean against the wall, crossing your arms. "You will. One way or another."

He chuckles darkly, the sound barely audible in the stark room. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

You don't answer, instead you start pacing the floor, the soles of your shoes squeaking on the clean tiles. The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring. You can almost feel the tension coiling around him, tightening with every step you take.

After a moment, you stop, your eyes locking onto his. "Look, Hank. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." You let the words hang in the air, a silent ultimatum.

He remains unmoved, his gaze unwavering. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

You take a deep breath, then cross the room to stand directly in front of him. You lean in close, your voice low and measured. "It means I'll get the answers I need, whether you give them to me now, or I have to... coax them out of you."

You can see the doubt flicker in his eyes, the beginnings of fear. Good. It's time to turn the heat up.

You start with simple questions, a dance of words meant to unravel his defenses. His replies are monosyllabic, gruff, but they come. You press on, your tone even, your gaze never leaving his. The room feels smaller with each question you ask, the air thickening like the plot of a noir thriller. The silence stretches taut between you, a tightrope of anticipation.

You decide to change tactics. You pull out a chair and sit down across from him, your eyes never leaving his. The chair scrapes against the floor, a jarring sound in the quiet room. You lean forward, your elbows resting on the table, your fingers steepled. "Hank," you say, your voice softer now, "why don't you tell me about the bookstore?"

He snorts, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's there to say?"

You lean back, your chair creaking under the weight of your frustration. You've seen his type before—slick, smug, thinking he's smarter than everyone else. But you're smarter. You've read his file, studied his patterns. You know he's hiding something. So you wait, watching the play of emotions across his face. And when he doesn't speak, you stand up, your movements deliberate, and pull the zip tie from your pocket.

You circle the chair, his eyes following you as you do. His breath hitches as you pull his arms behind his back, the plastic biting into his wrists as you secure them to the chair. He tries to jerk away, but you're stronger, more determined. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarls.

"Just making sure you don't go anywhere," you reply, your voice calm, almost casual. "You see, Hank, I've got all night."

He struggles against the restraints, his face reddening with rage. "You can't do this!" he spits.

You lean down so your face is inches from his. "Oh, but I can," you murmur. "And I will."

You start with the basics again, asking about the bookstore. His responses are still defiant, but the edge of fear is there now, sharper than before. You can see it in the way his eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape. But there isn't one. You're in control here.

You lean back in your chair, watching him squirm under the plastic. His breathing has become shallower, faster. The tension is palpable, a living thing in the room with you. "Let's try this again, Hank. What can you tell me about the bookstore?"

He clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing."

With a sigh, you stand up and walk around the table. He tries to lean away from you, but the chair is bolted to the floor. "You know, Hank," you murmur, your voice low and seductive, "I'm not a big fan of playing games."

You place your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath the fabric of his pants. He jerks at the sudden contact, his eyes snapping up to yours. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Your smile is cold, calculated. "I'm making sure you understand the gravity of the situation." You slide your hand up, your fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his crotch. His body responds despite his protests, his cock stiffening under your touch.

He bucks against the chair, trying to break free, but the zip ties hold firm. "You can't do this!"

You lean in close, your breath warm against his ear. "And what are you gonna do?"

Your hand starts to move in slow, torturous circles, your grip tightening just enough to keep him on the edge. His eyes roll back in his head, his teeth gritted as he fights the pleasure you're giving him. But you're in no rush. You've got all night.

You whisper in his ear, your voice a silky promise. "Every time you lie to me, I'll make it harder for you. But every time you tell the truth, I'll make it feel so good."

He grunts, his body straining against the restraints. "What do you want to know?"

You lean back, your hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a maddening gentleness. "The truth, Hank. That's all I want."

He grits his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck you."

You increase the pressure slightly, watching as his body tenses. "The more you resist, the more you'll regret it."

You can feel him fighting it, his hips pushing against your hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His voice is strained, desperate. "What...what do you want to know?"

You lean in closer, your breath hot on his neck. "Everything."

You start with the night of the bookstore heist. Your hand moves in a steady rhythm, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He clenches his fists, his knuckles white. "What happened that night?"

He groans, his body betraying his resolve. "I...I went in...for the books."

You tighten your grip, slowing down. "And?"

He swallows hard, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to...to take the money."

You feel his cock pulse in your hand, but you don't let him finish. "Why did you do it, Hank?"

He pants, his eyes wild with need. "I needed it...for...for my sister's medication."

You ease up, his erection subsiding slightly. "Go on."

He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I...I had no choice. She's sick."

You nod, your grip loosening slightly. "What did you do with the money?"

"I...I gave it to her," he gasps out, his voice strained. "I didn't keep a dime."

You resume the slow, torturous strokes, feeling him harden again. "What about the other jobs? The jewelry, the art?"

He shakes his head, his eyes pleading. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You squeeze harder, his hips bucking. "Don't lie to me, Hank."

He lets out a strangled cry. "Okay, okay! I did them. But...but it was always for a good cause. I never kept anything for myself."

You lean back, studying his face. The lies are coming easier now, his need for release overwhelming his pride. "Who did you sell the items to?"

His breath catches, his body trembling. "A...a fence. I don't know his name."

You don't buy it. You know he's holding out on you. You lean in, your voice a whisper. "Hank, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me everything."

He growls, his eyes flashing with anger and desperation, his release inching closer. "I don't know! I swear!"

You lean back, your hand leaving his crotch. He gasps, his eyes snapping open, his body rigid with unfulfilled need. "What?" he pants, the question a mix of disbelief and frustration.

You lean back in your chair, folding your arms. "I said I want the truth, Hank. No more games."

The room is silent for a long moment, the only sounds his ragged breaths and the distant murmur of the precinct. His eyes dart around the room, searching for something—anything—that might give him a way out of this. But there's nothing. Just the two of you and the truth that hangs heavy in the air.

"Please," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Please don't do this."

You stand, walking around the table to stand in front of him again. You lean down, your hand resting on the zip tie, ready to tighten it. "The fence's name, Hank."

He closes his eyes, his jaw clenched. "Vic," he says through gritted teeth. "Vic Castellanos."

You straighten, a flicker of satisfaction crossing your face. That's a name you recognize. A big fish in the city's criminal underbelly. But you don't let him see it. Instead, you lean down, your voice a seductive purr. "Good boy."

You run your hand along his thigh, your fingertips dancing up to his crotch again. He jerks, his body begging for release. But you stop just short, your hand hovering over him. "But that's not all I need to know."

He groans, his eyes pleading. "What...what else?"

You smile, a wicked glint in your eye. "Everything, Hank. Every detail."

With a flick of your wrist, you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free, hard and desperate. He tries to struggle again, but the chair holds him firmly in place. You take a moment to appreciate the view, the way his erection juts out, pulsing with the rhythm of his racing heart. Then, you wrap your hand around him, your grip firm but gentle.

You start to stroke, slow and deliberate. His eyes roll back in his head, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "The...the...other jobs," he gasps. "They were...for charity. For kids, for the homeless."

You keep your rhythm steady, your eyes never leaving his face. "Go on."

His breath comes in ragged pants now, his hips moving with your hand. "The...the diamonds," he whispers. "They...they were for a children's hospital."

You nod, your hand moving a little faster. "And the art?"

"A...a museum," he chokes out. "They needed...needed funding."

You lean in, your breath hot against his ear. "Why steal for them?"

He swallows hard, his body tight with need. "Because...because no one else would help."

Your hand speeds up, your grip tightening. "What about the people you hurt, Hank?"

He opens his eyes, the reality of his actions crashing over him. "They...they didn't matter."

You stop, your hand hovering just above his cock. "What makes you think they didn't matter?"

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with pain and desperation. "Because...because the ones I was helping mattered more."

You resume stroking, your touch a little softer now. "But they were just pawns in your game, weren't they?"

He nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," he whispers.

You lean back, watching him. His body is taut with tension, his breathing erratic. You know he's close, so close to the edge. But not yet. "Tell me about the last job, Hank. The one that went wrong."

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "It...it was a mistake. I didn't mean to get caught."

You cock your head, your eyes gleaming. "And what did you take?"

He grits his teeth, the struggle clear on his face. "A...a necklace. For...for my sister."

You nod, your hand moving faster now. "And why did you choose that necklace?"

"It...it was her birthday," he gasps, his eyes filling with tears. "I wanted to make her happy."

You lean in, your voice a gentle caress. "What was so special about that necklace?"

Hank's body jerks as he fights back the sob that threatens to escape. "It...it was one like our mother's. She...she never got to wear it. I wanted her to have something of hers."

The room feels heavier with the weight of his confession, the air thick with unshed tears. But you don't let up. You need all the information he has. "Where is it now, Hank?"

He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut. "I...I don't know. I had to ditch it when you...you caught me."

You stroke him a little faster, his cock hardening in your grip. "Where did you hide it?"

He moans, his hips bucking involuntarily, a tear slipping from his eye. "In...in a locker at the bus station. Number 43."

You nod, your hand moving faster, your strokes now a blur. He's close, so close. You can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. And then, with a strangled cry, he finally breaks, his body convulsing as he climaxes, hot cum spurting into the space between his stomach and the chair. You watch with a detached fascination, your hand still moving until the last tremor passes through him.

As he pants for breath, his body limp with exhaustion, you lean down and whisper in his ear, "Good boy." You give his cock one final squeeze before releasing it, watching as it goes soft again. You step back, your heart pounding in your chest. You've got what you wanted—his confession, the fence's name, the location of the necklace. But the game isn't over yet.

You pull a handkerchief from your pocket and offer it to him. He looks at it with a mix of disgust and gratitude, using it to clean himself up. You watch, your expression unreadable. "You know, Hank," you say, your voice low and calm, "you're not such a bad guy. Just...misplaced."

He glares up at you, his wrists still bound by the zip tie. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

You shrug, tucking the handkerchief back in your pocket. "You had a reason. A good one, even." You lean back against the wall, crossing your arms again. "But you're still a thief."

The anger in his eyes fades to something else—despair, maybe. "What are you going to do to me?"

You smile, a cold, hard smile that sends a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Hank. That's not for me to decide."

You leave him there, the room echoing with the sound of his labored breathing. You've got your answers, but the night is still young. And there's so much more to uncover about Hank, the man behind the mask. As you walk back to your office, you can't help but wonder what other secrets he's hiding. And how much more of himself he'll be willing to give up before the dawn breaks.

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[shiningmystic]

A peek into your soul PAC

If you don’t believe in souls then this isn’t for you!

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You may not know yourself as well as you think; Your soul is its own thing, separate from your ego and higher self but is apart of the whole that is you and your energy. It's also only a peek into it so don't be too hung up on the minor details, just have fun! If it doesn’t resonate sorry man! Maybe next reading :)

If you see me describing you, then your pretty aligned with your soul!

How to choose a pile: Pick your favorite superpower and head down to your paragraph. You can choose a second one too if you’re a multi powered superhero 😉

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Flight ➳

Channeled colors: Blue, white, grey

You're a creator at heart, a fool on his journey of awakening. I see hard work isn't for you or your soul. you're a slow mover, a trendsetter someone that holds an explorer's heart and the imagination of a child. you seek freedom in all its forms and a person who enjoys the finer things in life. you take your time and like to do what you want; you're not stubborn but may enjoy sitting around at times when things are going to slow and get boring. Your soul is actually full of surprises, and it advises you to stand up and work on the vision you want even if it may take a while; just feed your soul along the journey like going on adventures and you will be fine. Always keep building what makes your heart dance. Your soul sees through a lot of the ‘fake’ in reality, you do not lie to yourself if you can help it. A wisdom permeates from your soul, an old knowledge ready to be released through you, never be ashamed of the chaos for we are made by it. A beautiful wild mess I hear, and someone is laughing in my ears. You bring joy, speak your truth, wisdom flows out.

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Super strength ★

Channeled colors: the rainbow, yellow, orange and red

You have been wronged and your soul remembers; it fires up whenever something unjust plays out in front of you. Your soul is the flame, a fire that burns so bright that you are unavoidable especially in the darkness where you shout to the heavens how things should be different. Your soul desires unpredictability and a monotonous life is the complete opposite of what your soul seeks. Do you deserve a good life? it depends on you and no one else. you're the fighter, the warrior, you know you have the power you just need a direction to point it in. You're not afraid to be the thief and conniving villain if someone forces you in that position and your soul reminds you of this, that you hold destruction at your fingertips and also creation. Follow the sight of the unjust and see where your flame takes you. Your love is magical and to powerful that it even hurts you sometimes; you're explosive, a bloom of a different hue; never water it down to fit into the background. Your soul owns the world, do the same.

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Duplication ❋ ❋

Channeled colors: Bronze, blue, and black

Your soul is liquid fire, molten lava descending from a volcano. Your soul says you know where you're going, stop looking so far ahead that your brilliant mind clouds what is destined. I see a wise old old soul, something I can't even fully understand, but you do, you know it deep in your gut. your soul looks upon you like a child, but a child they feel conflicted by, as if the lessons from the past keep repeating, and the pain follows along. your soul absorbs it all but needs to be channeled properly out through physical action like exercise. Your eyes are powerful, have you heard your eyes are windows to the soul? well your soul is intimidating yet also very loving when given the chance, the energies are so flip flop it makes me believe you might not believe this. Psychic abilities might plague this pile, to the souls who understand take your time and see your tears are not unreasonable but come from a deep knowing, for your deep soul harbors many things for the people its loved and who it will love. Many witches will pick this pile and even if you aren't, you hold a dark kind of magic; not the one on T.V but magic that goes back to instinct, intuition true witchcraft type shit. A compass inside is leading you, but it doesn't mean it's always straight line and it may lead you somewhere unexpected; just know you aren't in the wrong place. Your soul knows you shouldn't rely on your foresight to know what will happen but your will to learn more about the world. your fear may hold you back, but fear isn't the one living with the consequences, you do; so, let your soul exist in the sound of music, the colors of the sky and the love in your heart.

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Telepathy ⚜

Channeled colors: pink, purple and blue

Your soul sings a melody that is irresistible, seekers of your love or presence will want a taste of your delicious soul. It may sound disturbing, but you feed the sick and lonely, the helpless and the needy. even if you may not like it your soul exists to radiate acceptance and healing, you may even be a sexual healer but that does not apply to everyone because it not even that exactly. If you enjoy music or like to sing or play an instrument, your soul expresses itself through it best; whatever helps you express do it more. Your soul is childish if you aren't, it is. it holds onto the precious things that you held dearly when you were young. your soul leaves room for everyone it can but this can be overwhelming. souls are learning along with us, accept what may be and walk along knowing you know what you need. I feel an excitement for the world, again your soul is young or has a beautiful and youthful understanding of reality that you may not even grasp yet. an innocence that wants to be shared. You are beautiful your soul says, you make me sing louder when you know it. Don't let the song lead you to far away from yourself but let it show you how amazing you are and to grow from there.

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Healing Factor ❤

Channeled colors: pink, red, yellow

Uh, I'm honored to come in contact with such a powerful soul. Your soul is stuck in the ‘in between’, a place of life and the beyond. It doesn't hate being there though, but you may feel it in different ways. I believe the dream walkers have picked this pile; you guys have some vivid dreams huh? Even if you don’t, your heavy sleepers. your soul is so connected to both sides so when you sleep it does its own thing and just dips into other realities. this may sound cool but I think many people here have physical ailments or issues that it's contributing too (not the cause but it’s contributing, just to emphasis). some of you have heavy mental issues that do not have to stem from trauma but born with it, even if you have been through something your soul carries a wound from your ancestors. i see your soul seeking something, going back ‘home’ and coming back to your body, trying to help you heal or find something to help. Your soul is happy when exploring and going back to ‘home’ its like going back to your roots so maybe that’s a message for some good back to your roots. There is a call from your soul to go back to reality as well and face something with you whatever it may be and accept what is; your strength, your beauty and that fear will not rule here, you’re not alone. you already know a lot about your soul (that’s what I’m hearing) so your personality is probably very aligned with your soul's energy. nice your souls are pretty chill and being the healing pile the vibes do add up.

Decks used: The Wild Unknown Archetypes by, Kim Krans, and The Original Rider Waite Tarot deck

[lunachy]

New 5★ Caster: Tecno

Shaper Caster

Artist: 水滴鱼

Trait: Deal Arts Damage.

Attacks that kill an enemy create a summon on the tile they died on.

Tecno can attack enemies blocked by summons

Talent

Whenever Tecno kills an enemy in range, she summons a Dance Puppet where it died, up to a certain amount.

Dance Puppets deal Arts Damage.

Skill 1 - Joint Lock

+ATK. Dance Puppets gain +1 Block, +DEF, and +Max HP.

Skill 2 - Spread Free

Attack range explands. Tecno and Dance Puppets gain +ASPD. Dance Puppets instead do ranged attacks to enemies in Tecno's range. When this skill ends, retreat all Dance Puppets, then resummon them on ground tiles surrounding Tecno.

Translated Weibo Introduction:

Are you the Doctor? I'm Tecno. Ernesto asked me to come here to be treated as a patient, so I came to say hi.....you're not going to call me a little kid? You're pretty nice, or were there many Durins in Rhodes Island?

Rhodes Island Cleaning Log #51

Location: First Floor's Corridor Wall

Object to be cleaned: Unknown black and white marks

Difficulty: Easy

Remark: Was there a thief scouting the area? How careless....it's kind of sad but easy to clean.

Rhodes Island Cleaning Log #058

Object that needs cleaning: Surface of the dining room table

Object to be cleaned: ambiguous color pattern

Difficulty: Average

Remarks: It looks like a drawing? I don't get it. This time it's an oil-based paint, so I need to use premium cleaner. I have to work overtime.

Rhodes Island Cleaning Log #061

Object that needs cleaning: Second Floor's Bathroom Mirror

Object to be cleaned: unknown portrait

Difficulty: High

Remark: It looks like.....me? No matter what stuff I used, it won't come off. When I turned around, a weird puppet stared at me. Could it be that I got dirt somewhere?

Attachment: Letter of Guarantee

I, Tecno will solemnly swear that if I borrow any Rhodes Island's facilities for creative outlet, I will uphold the principle of whoever uses it needs to clean it up. I would like to express my sincere apologies to the cleaning staff and another one for the grave mistake of using oil-based paint that caused so much trouble for your work. I left a portrait of you as a small token of apology. This work was done by a new, special type of paint that I mixed with the mirror as the canvas to achieve the effect of integrating the subject and the painting. I hope you like it.

[lobey-scribbles]

Can I please request a fic with post-Azkaban Sirius Black where he’s really happy during Christmas in OoTP and celebrates with his wife (the reader) the Order and the kids?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i really hope you like it :)

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Grimmauld Place’s First Merry Christmas - Sirius Black X Wife!Reader

summary: Sirius Black had largely considered Grimmauld Place to be the most miserable place on Earth, second only to Azkaban itself. So when, for the first time in his life, he feels genuinely happy there, surrounded by his loved ones, he can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude.

word count: 1.2k

themes: FLUFF

warnings: none

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The radiance of the fire and the joyous laughter of his friends enveloped Sirius Black as he leaned against the mantelpiece, watching the snowflakes dance in the glow of the street lights outside. He took a sip of his mulled wine, relishing in the spices that tingled on his tongue.

As he enjoyed his quiet moment, Sirius couldn't help but overhear the boisterous conversation happening across the room between Mad-Eye Moody and Mundungus Fletcher.

"Oi, Dung, keep your eyes off the presents under the tree," Moody grumbled, his magical eye fixed on the thief.

Mundungus let out a nervous laugh, his eyes darting towards the twinkling Christmas tree. "Who, me? I was just admiring them from afar."

Arthur Weasley chuckled at the exchange, "You know, Moody, maybe we should put someone on watch duty for the night. Make sure he doesn't try anything."

Mundungus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but before he could protest, Bill Weasley spoke up, "Maybe we should let him have one present as a reward for being such a good boy this year. After all, he’s not been chucked into Azkaban just yet."

Laughter erupted around the room, and Sirius couldn't help but join in. He was surrounded by his loved ones, and their playful banter was just another reminder of how lucky he was to have them.

His eyes then settled on you, who was sitting on a plush armchair by the fire, lost in thought as you observed Fred, George and Ginny‘s antics as they played a particularly competitive game of exploding snap. Sirius smiled softly, admiring how beautiful you looked in the warm glow of the firelight.

He walked over to you, taking a seat on the armrest of your chair,

“I could feel you staring, you know.” you remarked, playfully

“Can’t I appreciate my stunning wife on Christmas Eve?” a smirk played at Sirius’s lips, “You know I can’t help myself when you’re around, darling,” he responded, as his fingers traced your back lightly, his eyes still transfixed on you, causing your heart to flutter rapidly.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked, regaining your composure and taking his hand in yours.

"Just enjoying the moment," he replied, candidly.

Sirius couldn't help but feel an overwhelming gratitude that fuelled his entire body, for being alive and surrounded by the people he loved. He looked around at the members of the Order who were gathered in the room, all chatting and laughing together.

"Merlin, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd hear jubilation in this house," he joked, nudging your shoulder lightly.

You chuckled softly, gazing lovingly at the gathering of all their friends. "It's amazing how much things can change, isn't it?"

Sirius nodded, smiling at her. "Yeah, it is. And I'm so grateful for every moment we have together."

You turned your head to look at him, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Me too, Sirius. You have no idea how much you mean to me."

Sirius leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I think I do," he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

At that moment, Lupin approached you both, a warm smile spread across his face.

“What are you two lovebirds talking about?” he teases, taking a seat on the armchair next to you.

“Oh, nothing much.” you replied, playfully nudging Sirius, “Just relishing in the Christmas spirit.”

“Don’t think we’re the only lovebirds here if I'm not mistaken.” Sirius said, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “Could have sworn I saw you and Tonks snogging in the hall earlier.”

Remus chuckled, though his face had gone slightly pink. He took a sip of his own mulled wine. “Well, it's good to see you both so happy. You deserve it, after everything you've been through.”

Sirius nodded, a sombre expression crossing his face for a moment before he shook it off. He sighed, “Yeah we do. And I'm glad we have all of you to celebrate it with.”

The three of you chatted for a while, Sirius and Remus reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts. “Remember the time you and James levitated all the furniture to the ceiling in McGonagall’s office?”

Sirius let out a bark of laughter, “Oh, she was livid! But it was worth it just to see Minnie’s face when she walked into her empty office.”

“Yeah, but if I remember correctly it was up to me to get you both out of detention.”

“Yeah, we were a pair of right little terrors. We needed you, Remus, to keep us out of trouble.”

At the mention of James, Sirius’s eyes fell on Harry, Ron and Hermione who were joking and chatting amongst themselves in the corner of the room. A wave of happiness crashed over him. It meant everything to Sirius to know that despite the danger they faced, Harry was still able to find joy in these small moments and just be a teenager.

“Hey, you lot!” he called out, gesturing for them to come over. “Why don't you join the old folks for a couple of drinks?”

The trio grinned and made their way over, settling themselves on the floor by the fire.

As the night began to wind down, one by one, everyone began to make their way up to bed, saying their goodnights and exchanging heartfelt hugs and kisses. You had gotten up to make your way to your bedroom too, when Sirius wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you back to the armchair.

“Sirius- it’s nearly midnight!” you let out a gasp of surprise.

“Just stay here with me a little bit longer,” Sirius pleaded, his eyes locking onto yours. “I don't want the night to end just yet.”, peppering gentle kisses down the side of your neck.

A blush began to dust your cheeks, unable to ignore the way his lips burnt into your skin, “Alright, but only for a little while.”

Sirius sighed contentedly, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the warmth of each other's company.

“You know, I never thought I'd be able to celebrate Christmas like this,” Sirius spoke up, breaking the silence. “With you, Harry, and all our friends. It's more than I could have ever hoped for.”

You ran your fingers through his curls, smiling softly. “I'm just glad you're here with us, Sirius. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”

Sirius lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glassy with emotion. “I am happy, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Happier than I've been in a long time. And it's all because of you.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed all the love and gratitude that Sirius had felt in his heart. When you pulled away, he smiled at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“Come on, let's go to bed,” you said, standing up and pulling him with you.

As you made your way up the stairs, Sirius's heart felt as though it had swelled about ten times its size. He had found happiness after all those years of despair and loneliness.

As he climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close, he knew that he had everything he needed right here in this moment : his family, his friends, and the love of his life. And for the first time in a long time, he felt truly content.

[imasallstars]

★2【Finish Boldly】Natsuha Arisugawa

availability: 　from 2024/11/30 12:00 JST costume name: 　Heroic Thief V

PRODUCE SKILL

Medium Dance Appeal [2 COST] [DANCE] 　Activates a DANCE 2~2 Appeal PP Draw Boost [1 COST] ※Awakening 2 　For 6~10 seconds, increase PLAY POINT by 1 for EVERY DRAW Happy★Jump [1 COST] [DANCE] ※Awakening 3 　Activate a DANCE 2~2.8 Appeal (skill can only activate when your HAND is LESS than your opponent) Dance Appeal Down/Dance Search [4 COST] [DANCE] ※Awakening 4 　Activate a DANCE 2~3 Appeal that decreases opponent's gauge. Search for 1 DANCE card Go Downtown [5~1 COST] ※Awakening 5 　Decrease OPPONENT MENTAL by 90% (skill will only activate when your HAND is 7 or MORE)

LIVE SKILLS

[PERFECT LOCK] 　When activated, GOOD notes will be treated as PERFECT and will gain 70~100% more SCORE for 4~6 seconds [BONUS ITEM DROP BOOST] 　Increase BONUS ITEM DROP RATE of idol by 30~100%

[magenetratranslations]

東京ダブルジョーカー Tokyo Double Joker

Music/Video: Virgin Noize Illust: Midjorney English Translation: Serene_Snowfal Subs: Kesera Title Font: @yuta_pv on Twitter

Lyrics:

Queen? King?  No, it's all wrong

(ﾟДﾟ)ﾊｧ? オドるJOKER*に、ウタうJOKERァ　覚束ない 修羅麗 KIRA☆KILA★KILA★KILL⇒KILL"A"　怪人連盟 見参！ 謀 紛い物 鬨の声 ノイローゼ　さぁ此処は悪の最前線 無慈悲なり！チョベリ★グー！ (ﾟДﾟ)Huh? A dancing Joker and singing Joker, It’s a shaky scene of carnage and beauty KIRA☆KILA★KILA★KILL⇒KILL"A" You have the honor of meeting the league of freaks! Plans, fakes, battles cries, neurosis- Come, these are the wicked frontlines How merciless! Super Duper Very ★ Good!

AIがなんだってんだ GPT？ 愛が足りないのよ GDP♥ ちっぽけなこのアイデンティティ　 人生ガチャ リセマラ 嘘つきな、キミに捧げよう 091-M*  聴こえるだろ？ もう舞台の幕が上がった Who cares about AI? GPT? There’s not enough love, GDP♥ These identities are miniscule, so let’s reroll the life gacha I offer it up to you, you big liar Can’t you hear the 091-M? The stage curtain has already risen  

マジでホンキでタイパがわるいGAME   デバフばかりのじんせい　通りゃんせ？ ふざけたREAL壊せよ！反逆FAKE Rock 'n' Roll？ Rock 'n' Roll？ 全部台無し、形無し、骨無しSOUL JOKE通じぬ能無し東京（メガロポリス） 　　　 SHOWDOWN！凡てを曝け出して？ キミが引いた手札は？ Queen?  King?  No, it's all wrong This GAME is like seriously a waste of time This life is full of debuffs, shall we proceed? Destroy this shitty REAL! Rebellious FAKE Rock ‘n’ Roll? Rock ‘n’ Roll? Everything is in shambles and ruined, because of a spineless SOUL No JOKE gets through to this incompetent Tokyo (Megalopolis) SHOWDOWN! Will you lay it all bare? What hand did you pull? Queen? King? No, it’s all wrong

再開 右弦 左弦 鼓 Restart Right Strings Left Strings Drum

物理的エラー　接触 間接的エラー　孤独 Physical error - Contact Indirect Error - Solitude

AIがなんだってんだ GPT？ 愛が足りないのよ GDP♥ ちっぽけなこのアイデンティティ　 人生ガチャ リセマラ 嘘つきな、キミに捧げよう 091-M  聴こえるだろ？ もう舞台の幕が上がった Who cares about AI? GPT? There’s not enough love, GDP♥ These identities are miniscule, so let’s reroll the gacha of life I offer it up to you, you big liar Can’t you hear the 091-M? The stage curtain has already risen  

なぁぜ？なぁぜ？ Why is that? Why is that?*

マジでホンキでタイパがわるいGAME デバフばかりのじんせい　通りゃんせ？ ふざけたREAL壊せよ！反逆FAKE Rock 'n' Roll？ Rock 'n' Roll？ 全部台無し、形無し、骨無しSOUL JOKE通じぬ能無し東京（メガロポリス） 　　　 SHOWDOWN！凡てを曝け出して？ キミが引いた手札は？ Queen? King?  No, it's all wrong This GAME is like seriously a waste of time This life is full of debuffs, shall we proceed? Destroy this shitty REAL! Rebellious FAKE Rock ‘n’ Roll? Rock ‘n’ Roll? Everything is in shambles and ruined, because of a spineless SOUL No JOKE gets through to this incompetent Tokyo (Megalopolis) SHOWDOWN? Will you lay it all bare? What hand did you pull? Queen? King? No, it’s all wrong

あー？死んでないですか？ Trick or Trap？ あー…輪廻待ち刹那 Gossip or Drug？ あー！弾ける訳もなく Check or Drop？ さァ！キメるかつてない ストレイトフラッシュ！ Ah? You didn't die? Trick or Trap? Ah… waiting for the moment of Samara, Gossip or Drug? Ah! It’s bursting for no reason Check or Drop? Now behold! A never seen before winning straight flush!

なんでもいーじゃん？ どーでもいーじゃん？ やっぱりいーじゃん？  裏返して? あっちもいーじゃん？ そっちもいーじゃん？ どっちもいーじゃん？ 表無して*？ 奪い尽くせ！踊り尽くせ！しゃぶり尽くせ！愛に尽くせ！ Does it matter what it is? Does it matter what I do? Isn’t it alright after all? Will you flip it over? Is this one good? Is that one good? Aren’t both good? Won’t you entertain me? Steal it all! Dance to your heart’s content! Suck it all down! Give yourself to love!

そして、殺せ and also, kill it

タネ明かしの時間だ、このカードは 憂盗生*（SSR*）限定遊先権 学校なんかじゃあ教えてくれないチート Rock 'n' Roll？ Rock 'n' Roll？ 東京は今日もまた雨のち雨 一撃放つイカサマ 超誇大妄想狂（メガロマニア） SHOWDOWN！凡てを曝け出して？ キミが引いた手札は？ Queen? King?  No, it's all wrong　 The time to reveal my tricks have come, This card is a priority play ticket limited only to the sad student thief It’s a trick that they don’t teach you in school Please tell me a cheat for things like school Rock ‘n’ Roll? Rock ‘n’ Roll? Even today, Tokyo is raining after the rain Shooting off a fake shot, such megalomania (megalomania) SHOWDOWN? Will you lay it all bare? What hand did you pull? Queen? King? No, it’s all wrong

Translator Notes: *Joker is pronounced as Baka, meaning idiot or fool (which I’m sure most you are aware) *091-M is pronounced as the word Requiem *This was a Tik Tok trend in Japan mostly used by girls. basically asking “Why” to already widely known questions in society, and trying to be cute about it. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 *So what's literally written means more of like “There’s no front to this playing” but we’re pretty sure its wordplay with お持て成し (Omotenashi). *This is also wordplay. The japanese word is read like the word 優等生 (Yuutousei) which means something like “Honor student” *In addition to the previous note, it’s read out loud as SSR, which is a term for a really rare card or pull in most gacha games

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Dating France's infamous thief★♪

Tags/warnings: headcanons, romance, fluff, character x reader, reader is gender neutral, why is this long.

Fandom: Rhythm Thief.

Character(s): Raphael/Phantom R. (Fondue is briefly mentioned.)

Word count: 1,844 words.

Mod Gren's note: Oh dear... I may have gotten a little ahead of myself on this one. Forgive me for being such a hopeless romantic for this man!

•To be dating the one who is France's most infamous phantom thief is truly interesting.

•As Raphael, he's glad to help you in any situation you may find yourself in. Taking time out of his day to help you whenever he can.

•Fondue seemed to be very fond of you as well. Fondue often likes getting attention from you, aside from Raphael of course.

•Raphael will often take you on his many adventures through Paris alongside with his dog sidekick, Fondue.

•As Phantom R, he often invites you to his heists. If you're not particularly skilled in the arts of thievery and stealth, you're their get away card if they need it.

•He's the type to knock on your window and deliver you pretty bouquets at most nights.

•If you are, however, skilled in the arts of thievery and stealth, you are another helpful aid to Phantom R's schemes.

•If he can't go through a fancy date at a fancy restaurant, he might or might not try and forge his way through it. Your choice on whether to stop him or not.

•Although, he simply wouldn't pass up a more casual date. Like a small detour around Paris.

•A charming man, I'm sure! He can be quite the smooth talker, especially towards his romantic partner.

•You often worry for his safety, especially in the life of thievery however despite this, Raphael has always stated that he's having too much fun being Phantom R to be scared or worried.

•Hes the type to offer kisses on the cheek, forehead or hands. Although, he won't always initiate the kisses on the lips so that's up to you to initiate it.

•While he may come off as blunt or even a little harsh at times with some of his remarks, he tries not to make those remarks towards you if you're particularly sensitive and can be easily emotional.

•Nicknames, nicknames... He's definitely the type to use those little old fashioned nicknames like "darling" and "dear" but he's definitely not hesitant to use french nicknames. (example: Mon amour)

•Because he's known for his unique sense of rhythm, especially when dodging law enforcement. He might try to get you to dance with him as well! It'd be nice if your partner would dance with you, right? But he would understand if that's not really your thing.

[leffee]

Things I think Vinnie does on a daily basis

-Talks to Sunil

-goes to McDonald’s w/pepper

-drinks at least a case of energy drinks

- hair routine

- asks random questions

- eat weird foods /forgets to eat

- acts on intrusive thoughts good/bad

- wears cologne

-asks Russell for help

- gets stuck somewhere

-climbs on things

-forgets what he’s doing

-steals his friends clothes or things

-dance class

-bruises or cuts himself by accident

- sets something on fire

-bites people

lol this list could get so long but what do you think of this idea? I know you have so much more to add to it feel free 🫡



Ohoho I love it, all true. Especially hair routine, the guy takes so much about his hair, it's his precious, it needs to look good. Everything else who cares, but hair??? And gets stuck? Yeah, either physically or mentally for sure.

He's the cutest thief :3 and then they one day just kinda casually see inside his closet and that's when they discover that the socks they thought they have thrown away months ago are actually at Vinnie's. He just likes their smell, that's how he shows loyalty :).

Bruises or cuts himself by accident? Yeah. And on purpose. The little chomper! And also piromaniac uh oh. I mean it's by accident ahaha. Oh and also that cologne that he uses to attract Sunil by pheromones of course

Okay okay let me!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆Things I think Vinnie does on a daily basis⋆✴︎˚｡⋆:

wondering if someone is gonna match his freak ✮⋆˙

looking at his reflection at 4 am, wondering if he's real . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

staring at the abyss (and it stares back) ⋆⭒˚.⋆

plotting how he's going to take over the world before deciding that he's too lazy to actually go through with them ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

updates his memory on Sunil's schedule so that at any given moment in time he knows where he is (5 years in advance) ⋆˙⟡

also checks if he has all his gifts for Sunil ready (all birthdays, christmas, name days, anniversaries of everything, for when Sunil's sad or angry or dissapointed etc etc also years in advance) ᯓ★

forgets that he can speak Italian too ⊹ ࣪ ˖

listens to podcasts about things he could not care less about (he's literally barely even listening) ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

appears on his friends' doorsteps unannounced ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

v

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[385bookreviews]

1.72.2 Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas

SPOILERS:

Pages: 404

Time Read: 7 hours and 9 minutes

Overall Rating: 3★ Storyline: 3.5★ Dialogue: 3★ Characters: 2.5★

Genre: YA Fantasy

TWs for the book: Violence, murder, blood, death, slavery, injury, gore, death of a parent, torture, vomit, body horror, confinement, war, physical abuse, grief, genocide, misogyny/sexism, emotional abuse, su*c*dal thoughts/attempts, racism, discussion of animal death, cursing, drug abuse, kidnapping, abandonment, s*xual harassment, discussions of r*pe, drugging, hallucinations, discussions of infidelity

POV: Third person

Time Period/Location: In the country of Adarlan on the fictional continent of Erilea.

First Line: After a year of slavery in the salt mines of Endovier, Celaena Sardothien was accustomed to being escorted everywhere in shackles and at sword-point.

Celaena Sardothien, the most infamous assassin on the continent, is brought before the Crown Prince of Adarlan, Dorian Havilliard. At 17, she was sentenced to spend the rest of her days in Endovier, a mining death-camp meant for criminals and rebels. A year later, the prince is now asking her to compete in a contest to be held by the King of Adarlan. She would compete against 23 other mercenaries, assassin's, and murders, all sponsored by one of the nobility, to become the King's Champion. In exchange for four years of service, she would then gain her freedom. Celaena agrees, and they travel back to Rifthold, and into the giant glass castle of the king. Celaena disguises herself as the Lady Lillian Gordaina, a jewel thief from Fenharrow, so that she will not be targeted by the other competitors. Very quickly, Cain, Duke Perrington's champion, stands out as a threat, and he takes to taunting her quickly. She slowly gains the trust of Prince Dorian and the Captain of the Guard, Chaol Westfall. She also befriends Nehemia, princess of the conquered country of Eyllwe in the south. Not long after, the training for the contest begins, murders of the Champions begin to occur. The bodies are found with the organs and brain removed, the skin of the face peeled off, and the blood drawn into strange symbols called Wyrdmarks around the body. One night, Celaena discovers that there is a hidden door in her room that leads to tunnels under the castle. She discovers a secret hiding spot from which she can spy on the ball, and finds a tunnel leading out of the castle. She doesn't go down the third tunnel, however, she does in her dreams that night. She finds the tomb of the first Queen of Adarlan, half-fae Elena, and her husband Gavin. Elena then appears before her and tells her that she must find the great evil in the castle and win the contest to become champion. They hear a creature approaching, and Elena gives Celaena her amulet called the Eye of Elena and tells her to run. Celaena awakes back in her room, still clutching the necklace. She begins to study the Wyrdmarks, and then stumbles upon Nehemia reading a book in the common tongue when she supposedly cannot read in that language. Nehemia snaps at her and runs off with the book, and Celaena begins to suspect Nehemia might be behind the murders. She sneaks into the Yulemas ball, but she sees nothing suspicious from her, and ends up dancing with Dorian all night and kissing him afterwards.

She ends up discovering that the Wyrdmarks around the bodies are ones to summon demons called ridderaks. Once the ridderak eats the organs of the victim, the person who summoned it gains the strength of that person. Celaena ventures again into the tunnels, and finds Cain summoning the demon. He traps her alone in the room with it, but she escapes, and runs down to Elena and Gavin's tomb, and uses Gavin's sword Damaris to kill it. She is bitten, and by the time she makes it back to her room the poison in the bite slowly starts to kill her. She awakes having been healed by Nehemia. She reveals her true identity to her, and their trust in each other is restored. On the day of the final duel between the remaining four champions, Kaltain, a jealous courtier wanting Celaena out of the way so she can marry Dorian, poisons her wine with bloodbane given to her by Duke Perrington. When Celaena goes to fight Cain, she finds herself weak, confused, and nauseous. He begins to beat her brutally, and the drugs allow her to see the In-Between, the veil between worlds. She is surrounded by demons and the dead, and Cain himself appears to be a demon. Right as he is about to kill her, Elena comes through a portal and clears the poison from her system. She defeats Cain, and as she is comforted by Dorian, Cain attempts to stab her in the back. Chaol kills him, and Nehemia collapses. Duke Perrington frames Kaltain for the poisoning and has her thrown in prison, even though it was his poison and his idea. The next day, Nehemia comes to Celaena to explain that she is a spy for her people in Adarlan, and that her family has passed down the secrets of the Wyrdmarks for generations. Even though magic has completely disappeared in Adarlan, they work outside of that, and Nehemia used them to summon Elena and to heal Celaena of the ridderak's poison. She explains that she has been fighting Cain this entire time, and watching over Celaena. The king makes Celaena his champion, and she breaks off her relationship with Dorian, not wanting to try to force an impossible relationship to work. At the end, it is revealed that the King and Duke Perrington are using dark powers to mentally manipulate Kaltain, and were also the ones guiding Cain in his murders.

Celaena Sardothien (Queen of the Underworld/Lady Lillian Gordaina/Adarlan's Assassin/Elentiya): In ACOTAR, 19 year old Feyre is portrayed as very mature for her age. The same cannot be said for Celaena. Even though she is an accomplished and infamous assassin at 18, and is very intelligent, her childishness can shine through at times. Her thoughts and interactions with Dorian and Chaol can feel very silly at times, and she has trouble deducing some things that are a little obvious (e.g. the evil Elena wants her to defeat being the same thing doing the murders).

Dorian Havilliard (The Crown Prince of Adarlan): Dorian is also portrayed a bit childishly, however, we are seeing actual teenagers instead of the century old Fae we see in other books of SJM's. The chemistry between him and Celaena was definitely not there, so I'm very glad Celaena cut things off between them.

Chaol Westfall (The Captain of the Guard): You can definitely see the difference in how Chaol and Dorian both view Celaena. Even though Chaol has significantly warmed up to her by the end of the book, he still questions her motives and morals.

Storyline: You can definitely tell that this was Sarah J Maas' first book. Things were definitely more predictable in this book and she wasn't quite as adept as she is now in dropping subtle hints about things that have happened in the past. Going back and rereading Throne of Glass after having read the rest of the series, ACOTAR, and Crescent City, it is awesome to see how things have connected the whole time. The contest to become champion felt very stereotypically YA fantasy, and the love triangle a little bit forced, but overall it was still an entertaining read.

Representation: There is definitely not a lot of representation in this book (or in this whole series to be honest) and while I love SJM, this is one of my main complaints about this series overall. This book is the worst for it, as the only person of color is Nehemia Ytger, and she falls into the "Magical Negro" trope that is often used in books and movies, where the singular minority character with magical powers comes to the aid of the white protagonist but is not a protagonist themself. Also, all the slaves and rebels are discussed as being from Eyllwe, and we are left to assume that Eyllwe's population is mostly people of color. Since Elena explains that she wants Celaena to help the people affected by Adarlan's tyrannical rule, this effectively slots Celaena into the role of the "white savior".

Summary: SJM's distinct writing style hadn't clicked into place quite yet in this book, and there were a lot of unnecessary exclamation marks and childish dialogue. Upon reread this is definitely not one of my favorites, but I know that the rest of the series comes together really well, so some things can be forgiven (definitely not the lack of representation though).

Quotes: "I can survive well enough on my own- if given the proper reading material."-Celaena Sardothien (p. 146) "You could do anything... You could rattle the stars, if only you dared."-Elena Galathynius Havilliard (p. 399)

[winterswhite]

Thank you for your votes and your patience! After the preliminary voting rounds, we finally have the Play-Off bracket:

Polls will start from 3 PM EST/GMT-4 today and will be posted every 6 hours. Each poll will remain open for 24 hours, so make sure to get your votes in while you can! All polls will be posted to the Play-Off tag so you can check in on which ones are running at any given moment.

You can also find a list of round 1 match-ups below:

Nocturnality vs Boy Alice in Wonderland

Fallen Blood vs The Floral Prince

+3Ghosts! vs South. Hill. Prison

SSR Family vs First Crush Baseball

Scarlet Mirror vs The Luminous Circus

Tales of Chivalry: Ginji the Wanderer vs The Adventure for Sardines

Le Fantôme de l'Opéra vs Magicians' Pure Love

How Wonderfully Picaresque vs Trump the phantom thief

Stray Devil Blues vs I Come with the Night.

Sympathy for the Angel vs The Wonderful Charlatan of Oz

Captain Sky Pirates vs HOTEL COMPASS

Stranger vs Risky Game

The Clockwork Heartbeat vs Dance with Butterfly

DEAD/UNDEAD vs The Master Likes a Mystery

Knights of Round IV THE STAGE vs Die by the Sword

The Last Runway vs SHI★NO★BI Misadventuring

A3! Play-Off!

Calling all directors! It's time to find out what the most loved play by MANKAI Company is! With nine performances by each troupe and even more mixed-troupe plays, there are lots of stories and characters to love, but some hit us harder than others. @arigatonamuse and I are here to find out which of them reigns supreme!

As of now, MANKAI has put out a grand total of 49 plays on the stage, not counting the tenth rotation of troupe plays. Since this number does not fit into brackets, and for the sake of seeding (yes, we are doing seeding, that's what you get when a data nerd and a sports nerd try to do brackets), you will first be voting for your top 10 plays out of all of them. The 32 plays with the most votes will make it into the actual bracket.

Instructions:

As the form states, you may select up to 10 (ten) of your favorite plays.

You can select fewer than 10, but you only get one submission, so use it wisely.

The form will be open until March 24 21:00 EST (GMT-4)

General Guidelines:

Propaganda is extremely welcome

You can repost and self promo your creations as propaganda

Lovemailing is also extremely welcome, it doesn't have to be coherent

Do not attack people over this poll, this is just for fun and to express our love for A3! plays

Each poll will be open for 24 hours

All the play-off posts will be tagged with "a3! play-off" as well as the respective round

[vgperson]

Vocaloid Highlights: November 2021

100 reasons for you to date Hatsune Miku: 1. Is Hatsune Miku. Highlights Archive

========== Stand-Outs ========== Killifish Girl Tower of Rubble Blind and Translucent Lower Therefore Master Key Psychedelia Now Our Fates Intertwine Origin, At the Sea Tower Hello Marina Gospel Propagation Lone-lethal Poison Though Lovely Reception Last Scene Too Bothered by the Na*ko Ken On My Ceiling to Sleep Sanctuary Chameleon Monster's High Mad Hatter's Mad Heart Ultra C ADANAMI (Noisy Wave)

========== Worth Your Time ========== Rain-Spit Game 100 Reasons For You to Date Me Tokyo Dance A Youth Muttered Mutant True Color Don't Call My Name Fake Green My Love is Hellfire Rendezvous Yatagarasu Just Shameful Alcohol Song Sick and Tired HappY EnD Acute Motivation Rise-and-Vanish Syndrome Frivolous Uncrystal Corpse in the Mansion and Lonely Girl Panorama K.K. Robot Synth (Miku Version) . (Miku ver.) Flower of Higan Madder Red Magic Saga Remnant Star and Seagull Carnival Happy DummY Liking Takes You Along POCKET MOON RABBIT miles away Melancho-lass ... (Miku ver.) Anything's Fine Perplex Pause the Youthful Moment Villain Echo Li'l Internet Girl Urban Night Endure Whereabouts First Love BAD OR TRUE Floating Maiden's Waltz Let's Go to Shangri-la Love Nonsensca Transparent Interrupting Tomorrow ash Cloud Nine Insensitive Evaporation Complex Compression Reality Re-Weave Ready study Binua's Labyrinth Fashion Fabricated Story Violet Chill In Love With NicoNico. (Hated By Life. Parody) Abje (Miku ver.) Melancholie 0.7L I Can't Be a Protagonist Foxes and Tanuki Transforming Asymmetry Diver Silence is Golden Superb Sight I'm a Hero, But Because of the Heroine, We Can't Reach the Final Episode LOL After Granny's Inheritance Desire Sadistic Hey. Garbage Survival Theory Notifs and Junk Tera-Tuna★Miracle Sunset Judas Gallant Thief and Great-White-Shark Summoning Circle Heaping Helping☆Poison! Please Buy Me a Game Stupid-Big Umbrella Create a Song Made A Song With Just Lyrics From Twitter Replies 2 Ox Tongue With Salt and Leeks, For You! Grimm Stained Prism and Fourth-Magnitude Star Alice Managed to Buy a PS5 /féɪnt/ Rhetorica Eyelids Softly Dustrash Bad Side Story Slept Charm to Not Die

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Masterlist A-G ⋆ ★

Note: This is the first half of my masterlist! I might end up dividing it more/differently later, but for right now this is the set-up! I’ll update it periodically as my fics post, and it’s in my pinned post for easy access if you ever wanna get to a fic quick!

If none of the links are working or some are wrong feel free to let me know! :D

Arcane ☆

Another All-Nighter {Jayce and Viktor}

Cure of Laughter {Viktor and Jayce}

Assassination Classroom  ☆

Tickle Monster! {KarmaGisa}

Attack on Titan  ☆

Mandatory Breaks {Eruri}

Nightmares {EreMin}

Palm Readings {Eruri}

A Scout’s Smile {Eruri}

Avatar: The Last Airbender  ☆

Balance {Sokka and Suki}

Beyond the Boundary  ☆

Bonsai {AkiRai}

Glasses {Hiroomi and Akihito}

Warm Hands {Akihito and Hiroomi}

BNA  ☆

Jealousy {NazuMichi}

Bungou Stray Dogs  ☆

Attention {Soukoku}

Being With You {Soukoku}

Bored {Shin Soukoku}

A Chance Encounter {OdaChuu}

Coffee Break {Oda and Chuuya ft. Dazai}

Costume Party {Dazushi}

Crush {Gin and Akutagawa}

Dazai’s Curiousity {Dazushi}

Embarrassing {ChuuAtsu}

I’m not ticklish {Shin Soukoku}

Intoxication {Soukoku}

Jumpscares {Soukoku}

A Little Bit of Writing {RanPoe}

Making it Less Scary {Dazushi}

Massage {Shin Soukoku}

Nap Time {Shin Soukoku}

Overaffectionate {Dazushi}

Shampoo {Shin Soukoku}

Skipping Chores {Dazushi}

Stay Out of the Kitchen {Shin Soukoku}

Sweetooth {Shin Soukoku}

Tiger’s Revenge {Dazushi}

Treats {Ranpoe}

Unusual Spot {Shin Soukoku}

Cookie Run: Kingdom  ☆

Complimentary Drinks {Herb x Sparkling}

Graduation Gift {Almond and Latte}

Wintery Giggles {Gingerbrave and Wizard}

Danganronpa  ☆

A Novel Thief {KomaHina}

Demon Slayer  ☆

Behind the Bushes {ObaMitsu}

Cheap Wins {SabiGiyuu}

Fortune Cookies {ObaMitsu}

Giddy {InoTan}

Group Training {Rengoku, Obanai, and Mitsuri}

Leader {Inosuke, Tanjiro, and Zenitsu}

Party Pooper {Shinobu and Giyuu}

Rice Balls {SabiGiyuu}

Skipping Training {Urokodaki, Sabito, and Giyuu}

Tickle Warrior {Inosuke, Tanjiro, Zenitsu}

Wake-Up Call {Inosuke and Tanjiro}

Fruits Basket ☆

Chives {Kyohru}

Tohru’s Affection {Kyo and Momiji}

Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited  ☆

Plane Ride {DaiHaru}

Thing One, Thing Two {DaiHaru}

Genshin Impact  ☆

Almond Tofu {XiaoVen}

Anniversaries {XiaoVen}

Bad Timing {ChiLi}

A Bard’s Discovery {Venti and Aether}

The Best {Xiao, Hu Tao, Venti}

Birthday Blowout {XiaoVen} Collab!

Childe is like Chocolate…{Childe x Reader}

Childe’s Turn {ChiLi}

Clingy Cuddles {ChiLi}

Coincidences {ChiLi}

Constellations {XiaoVen}

Dance With Me My Love {ChiLi}

Desires {XiaoVen}

“Drinking Buddies” {Chaeya}

Drunken Yaksha {XiaoVen}

Earful {Tighnari and Aether}

Feel Better {Xiao x Reader}

The Fun in Funeral {Hu Tao and Zhongli}

Getting in the Spirit {Hu Tao, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli}

Gross! {KazuScara}

Height Matters {KazuScara}

Hiccups {ChiLi}

Hot and Cold {Eulamber}

Jokester {Itto and Gorou}

Kamisato Housekeeper {Thomato}

Lost {Kazuha and Scaramouche}

Mischief Maker {Hu Tao x Xingqiu x Chongyun}

Ominous Fandango {Childe and Scaramouche}

Payback {HuXiaoVen}

Prove it! {ChiLi}

Reunited {Kazuha and Gorou}

Seven Minutes {KazAether}

A Special Experiment {Albether}

Stolen Snacks {Kazuha and Gorou}

Sunshine {Eulamber}

Surprise! {XiaoVen}

Tattoos {XiaoVen}

Tummyaches {Chongyun, Xiangling, Xingqiu}

Vengeance {Xingyun}

Walking Wallet {ChiLi}

Well Deserved {Keqing, Barbara, Xiangling, Venti}

What’s the Question? {ChiLi}

While We Wait... {Kaebedo}

Workplace Shenanigans {Childe and Scaramouche}

You’re Late {Kaeya x Reader}

Ghibli  ☆

Kodama Helpers {Ashitaka and San} (Princess Mononoke)

Given  ☆

Strumming {MafuYama}

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Blurbs Masterlist

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hello! here is a masterlist that contains all the blurbs i’ve written, composed of a combination of wanda maximoff and natasha romanoff stories. last updated: 10/09/2021.

| angst: ★ | fluff: ✿ | nsfw (18+): ღ | most recent: ❖ |

please do not repost or try to take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

ㅤ ㅤ ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

ㅤㅤㅤ Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Always ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Bad Girl ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Boss ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Cold, Forgive ★

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Dance with Me ✿ ❖

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Domesticity ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Exposed ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Falling ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Family ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ First ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Funko Fanatic ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Home Sweet Home ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Hungry ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Idiot ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ I Love You ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Kitten ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Marks ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Messy ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Mine ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Mission ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Morning After ✿ ❖

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ My Girl ★

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Name ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Need ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Numb ★

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Patched-Up ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Perfect ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Quickie ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Scare Tactic ✿ ❖

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Sharing ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Short ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Sick ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Stone Cold ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Tattoo Shop ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Thief ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Without You ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

ㅤㅤㅤ Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Attached ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Bad Day ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Birthday Sex ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Comfort ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Flustered ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Food Thief ✿ ❖

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Gentle ✿ ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Mean Girls ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ More ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Oblivious ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Powerful ღ

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Whipped ✿

ㅤ ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤWandaNat x Fem!Reader

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Attention ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Bad Dream ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Cuddles ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Fix You ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Liquid Courage ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Mario Kart ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Movie Night ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Pop-Tart Fiasco ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Predictable ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Protective ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Purple ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Short ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Sister ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Sleepyhead ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ➸ Theirs ✿

ㅤ ㅤ ⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽༓☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅⋅•⋅

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my hero academia | masterlist

all masterlists

all in alphabetical order

★ - adult themes e.g violence, alcohol, drugs ect

✘ - smut

♡ - finished series

ツ - one shot

✞ - dark themes e.g taboo subjects

i also take commissions for oc’s & specific stories here - tip jar

Afraid of Dying ツ

⤏ are you afraid of dying?

Ashamed ★✘ツ

⤏  cam girl reader - mic let’s toshi know his favourite bartender is a cam girl, he gets curious and looks it up only to become rather entrapped and enthralled by you. he feels so ashamed, because you’re so young and he’s an old man.

Big Brother ツ

⤏ pregnant reader - you’re pregnant with toshi’s baby and to tell him you get a cheesy big brother t shirt for midorya

Brat Taming - Kinktober ✘ツ

⤏ your pranks have gone too far, all might finally snaps

Caged | part 1★✘| part 2 ✘|

⤏ alpha villain all might & omega reader -  toshinori is ‘friends’ with an omega barista and one night he releases his scent, sending you into an unexpected heat.

Health Careツ

⤏ health care reader -  headcanons of all might with an s/o in the healthcare field

Save Your Tearsツ

⤏ villain all might - all smite based off the song “Save your Tears” by the weeknd

Wolfmanツ

⤏ werewolf all might

Degradation - Kinktober✘ツ✞

⤏ pro hero reader - hawks was the last person you expected to betray you, especially to this level. you hated him, but not more than you hated the villain he left you alone with

Step-Bro - Forbidden February Event✘ツ✞

⤏ step brother dabi - your mom and enji are going on holiday and they ask you and touya to house sit. they pay you both to assemble some furniture while you stay, but it all goes wrong when touya refuses to help you.

New agency | part 1

⤏ boss enji & pro hero reader - you’re trying to rise through the ranks as a hero, and joining the no.1 heroes agency 

Simple Job - Endeavour x Thief Reader✘ツ

Stay - Endeavour x Readerツ

Wax Play - Kinktober ✘ツ

⤏ demon enji -  growing up quirkless sucked. it sucked so much that you took to summoning a demon to give you power, what he wants in return confuses you at first, but then it all starts to make sense.

Assistant Teacher | part 1 | part 2 | part 3★| part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

⤏ teacher reader - you’re the ray of sunshine that’s assigned to ua as a therapist after the usj incident. slow burn.

Blood - Kinktober ✘ツ✞

⤏ vampire aizawa -  when your collegue went missing you didn’t think you’d see him again, until he made you his own personal blood bag

Brother-In-Law | part 1 | part 2

⤏ yandere / pseudo incest - your sister married aizawa. he’s obsessed with you, you’re obsessed with him, and he’s living next door.

Familiar ★✘ツ

⤏ college au -  aizawa is your ex, at a house party, where too much alcohol is involved, you speak again for the first time.

In My Way★ツ

⤏ hero reader -were you trying to destroy us?

Jealousy | part 1 | part 2 | part 3✘| 

⤏ yandere villain aizawa -  he’s always had eyes for you. once you graduate, you work with endeavor’s agency, and he can’t stand the it.

No Touchie ツ

⤏ headcanon- aizawa with a s/o who doesn’t really like to be touched/held

Prom?ツ

⤏ teen aizawa and reader - seeing his crush at prom, he dances and spends the rest of the night with you

Protective ★

⤏ alpha aizawa and omega reader - when another alpha approaches your village you’re forced to stand up for yourself until your husband arrives

Slurred Words★

⤏  alcohol consumption -  should you be drinking that much?

Stone Cold Stare ツ

⤏  dad aizawa -  you and aizawa have a daughter that looks like him but also has a medusa-like quirk

Ultimatum | part 1★✘ | part 2

⤏ cam girl reader -  you work at ua and aizawa starts noticing the similarities between you and his favourite camgirl. he gives you two choices.

Colour Changer | part 1✘| part 2✘

⤏ bartender reader -  you have a color changing quirk and gain hawks’ attention. he annoys you enough to change his wing colour for the evening.

Corruption - Kinktober ✘ツ✞

⤏ villain reader - you wanted hawks and hawks wanted you, but he held himself back because he was a hero. until he gets hit by a lust quirk and can’t hold back anymore

Get the Scoop | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

⤏ journalist reader - you’re adamant to know more about the winged hero, but end up biting off more than you could chew

Hayfever ✘ツ

⤏ spring/feral hawks -  you’re a prohero who is friends with hawks, and you notice he starts to act differently during the spring.

Information ✘★ 

⤏ villain hawks - what about a villain Hawks who kidnapped a female pro hero listener for information

Mirror - Kinktober✘ツ✞

⤏ incubus hawks - the inability to think about anything other than sex has you distracted both at home and at work. you quickly discover that your friend has made a deal with an entity that he can’t quite control, and it has it’s eyes set on you

No Touchie ツ

⤏ headcanon- hawks and Aizawa with a s/o who doesn’t really like to be touched/held

One of the Good Guys ★✞

⤏ villain hawks - can you promise me no one else has to get hurt?

One Last Kiss ツ

⤏ hero reader -  will you miss me at all? can I have one last kiss?

Treasure ✘ツ✞

⤏ dragon hawks - tormented by a dragon, your village makes a yearly sacrifice to the beast, this year you’re chosen 

A Night Inツ

⤏ bakugo cuddles

Notesツ

⤏  why would I ever want to be with you?

Arranged Marriage | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

⤏ oc reader (commission) -  Sayori Ishioka is the grandaughter of Japan’s second most powerful crime syndicate, second to The Hassaikai. The two gangs decide to merge together by marriage.

Incest - Kinktober ✘ツ

⤏ adopted brother kai - dating was off limits, and even thinking about sexual relations was out of the question - but relieving your own frustrations was not.

Subject ★✘ツ

⤏ yakuza reader - your clan’s top rival is the shie hassaikai. you take it upon yourself to infiltrate their compound and find dirt on the yakuza - only for it to go very very wrong.

A Second Chance♡ツ

⤏ drabble - where his daughter makes him prosthetic arms and returns his quirk.