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lilianne-tarot · 2 days ago

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PICK A CARD: Your Sweetest & Most Lovable Qualities ✮⋆˙

I. II. III.

How to Pick Your Pile: Take a deep breath, clear your mind, and look at the images above. Which one pulls you in the most? Trust your gut! Once you choose the image, The number below your chosen image is your pile. If more than one catches your eye, that just means there’s extra tea for you—go ahead and read both!

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⋆𐙚₊˚Pile I

So, we’ve got, Yeah, I know big cards for a topic about your most endearing qualities. Oh, and before we go any further—let me just say this. I couldn’t pull more than three cards for this pile for some reason. To me, that’s the universe saying, This is it. This is all they need to know. This is the energy of someone who has lived, felt, and somehow turned all the chaos of life into something beautiful, tender, and deeply lovable. But that’s exactly what makes this reading so powerful. You’re not someone whose sweetness is obvious on the surface.

This pile is the softest in a "you don’t even realize how powerful your love is" kind of way.

listen, if these cards were in a different context, I’d be holding your hand and whispering, “Babe, brace yourself,” but here? These two cards are telling me that your most lovable quality is how you handle endings, transformations, and straight-up life-altering moments. You don’t cling when things need to be let go. You don’t fear the crumbling because you know something better is waiting to be built. And that? That’s what makes people soft for you. There’s something heartbreakingly tender about a person who has seen destruction but still chooses to believe in new beginnings. You give off this aura of quiet strength—like someone who’s been through the fire but still keeps their hands warm enough to comfort others. People feel safe with you, not because life is always stable around you (The Tower says otherwise, babe), but because you’ve shown time and time again that no matter how much things collapse, you will always rebuild. And let’s talk about how unexpectedly comforting you are. You’re not the person who hands out surface-level advice like “everything happens for a reason” (ugh, no). You’re the one who sits with people in their mess, in their heartbreak, in their uncertainty, and just exists with them, without judgment. And somehow, through your presence alone, you make people believe that they, too, will get through it. (OMG PILE 1, i wanna give you people such a big hug 😭😭 I seriously felt like crying while writing this pile, the energies were so heavy yet so soft) See, your kindness isn’t loud. It’s not the type that announces itself in grand gestures or obvious ways. It’s the kind that sneaks up on people. The kind that makes someone pause one day and think, “Wow, I didn’t even realize how much I needed them.” You don’t just offer stability—you are stability. Not because your life is always in order (again, The Tower says you’ve had your fair share of chaos), but because you know how to find steadiness even in uncertainty. You’re like a lighthouse in the storm, always there, always steady, guiding people home without needing to be asked. And people adore this about you. There’s something profoundly lovable about someone who makes others feel grounded without even trying. Whether it’s through your words, your actions, or just the way you carry yourself, you give people a sense of belonging. You’re not the kind of person who opens up easily, and that’s part of what makes your sweetness so special.

You don’t hand out trust like free samples at a store. No, honey, people have to work for it. And when they do? They’re met with something so rare—loyalty, unwavering support, and a kind of love that says, “I will stand by you even when everything else falls apart.” And that? That makes people soft for you in a way that’s hard to put into words. People may not always realize it at first, but once they do, they never forget you. You’re the kind of person whose absence is felt. The kind of person who, once someone has experienced your presence, nothing else quite measures up.

So, to sum this all up? Your most endearing, lovable qualities aren’t the kind that everyone immediately recognizes. You’re not “sweet” in the conventional, sunshine-and-rainbows way. You’re sweet in the way that a person feels when they’ve finally found home after being lost for so long. You’re sweet in the way that endings feel bittersweet but necessary. You’re sweet in the way that rebirth always holds a quiet kind of hope. And that? That’s a kind of sweetness that can’t be replicated.

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⋆𐙚₊˚Pile II

Alright, bestie, let’s get into Pile 2 because this reading? Oh, it’s personal. VERY PERSONAL.

So, looking at Four of Cups, Queen of Pentacles, Five of Pentacles, and The Sun, I’m getting such a specific and beautiful energy from you. You’re the type of person whose sweetness isn’t immediately obvious to everyone—it’s something people earn the right to see. Your love, your warmth, your kindness? It’s not just out there for anyone to take. It’s guarded, not because you’re cold, but because you know the value of your heart.Pile 2 people, your love feels like home. They are the ones who will wrap you up in warmth, make sure you’ve eaten, and remind you that you are loved even on the days you feel invisible.

I can tell you’re someone who has felt neglected in the past. Maybe you’ve been that person who showed up for others but didn’t always get the same in return. Maybe you’ve had moments where you wondered, Does anyone even see me? But here’s the thing—this has shaped you into someone so rare, so deeply precious. You don’t just give your love freely—you give it intentionally. And when you do? It changes people.There’s something so tender about someone who understands what it’s like to feel left out in the cold but still chooses to be warm. You don’t just give surface-level kindness; you make people feel safe. Your energy is like a soft, golden light in a world that can sometimes feel too harsh. the Queen of Pentacles energy sitting right in the middle of this spread, i see it as one of the main qualities of yours. You are the nurturer, the provider, the person whose presence feels like a deep breath after a long day. But what makes this so beautiful is that you don’t flaunt it. You’re not out here shouting, Look at me, I’m kind! No, your love is quiet. It’s the type that sneaks up on people when they realize, Damn, I’ve never felt this safe before.

You have this incredible ability to make people feel valued. Not just liked, not just appreciated, but genuinely, wholeheartedly valued. And you don’t do it in a way that’s over-the-top or performative—you do it in the little things. The way you remember the small details about people, the way you check in even when they don’t ask, the way you offer comfort without making a big deal about it. That’s your magic. But here’s the thing—you don’t just give, give, give anymore. I see it in this spread. You’ve learned that your love is not a free buffet; it’s a carefully prepared meal, and only those who truly appreciate it get a seat at your table. And honestly? That’s one of the most lovable things about you. You don’t let just anyone into your world, but when you do? You give them something real, something they’ll never find anywhere else.

Oh, babe, do you even know how bright you shine? Because let me tell you, you don’t always see it, but others do. There’s this thing about you—you don’t even realize how much joy you bring to people just by existing. You might be the type who’s so used to being strong as we talked about how you are used to being neglected so you have now developed this coping mechanism , to carrying your own burdens, that you don’t notice how much your presence lifts others up. But trust me—people see it. You have this warm, radiant energy that just feels good to be around. And it’s not the loud, center-of-attention kind of warmth. It’s the kind that makes people feel like they can be themselves. The kind that makes them feel lighter, freer, happier.

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⋆𐙚₊˚Pile lll

First off, the fact that you got two Major Arcana cards in this reading? Yeah, this isn’t just about your surface-level sweetness. You people are the softest in the way that you inspire other people to keep going.

Starting off with this spread here, and oh my god, bestie, do you even realize how much you carry on your own? Like, I’m not even talking about small worries—I mean the deep, sleepless-night kind of overthinking. The taking on everyone else’s pain while pushing yours aside type of energy. y’all are like a walking contrast in the best way possible. On one hand, you carry a lot of internal battles, but on the other hand, you are the biggest source of light for others. And that’s what makes you so incredibly lovable. Your softness isn’t just about being gentle—it’s about being brave enough to keep believing in something better, even when life has knocked you down. You feel things deeply, and honestly? That’s what makes you so lovable. Here’s the thing: your softness isn’t in being effortlessly sweet—it’s in being brave enough to still love despite everything you’ve been through. You’ve had moments where you felt alone, where you thought, No one sees what I’m going through. But you never let that turn you cold. Instead, you became the person who helps others feel less alone. You are the definition of “I got you” energy—the friend, the lover, the safe space that people don’t even realize they need until they meet you. You make people feel understood, like they don’t have to carry things by themselves anymore. And that? That is rare. Now, let’s talk about The Star—because, DAMN, you don’t even realize how much of a light you are, do you? This card sitting right here tells me something crazy beautiful about you, You make people believe in good things again. You are literally hope personified. i think You people give the best motvational speeches Lol. You don’t sugarcoat things, but somehow you always know the right thing to say to pull someone out of their darkness. You remind people that life keeps moving, and better days are coming. You have this infectious “Why not?” attitude.

And what’s wild? You do this without even realizing it. Like, you’ll say something casually, and days later, someone’s still thinking about it, because you saw something in them that they didn’t even see in themselves. That’s your magic. Your love is quiet, but it’s healing. But here’s where it gets interesting—The Fool. And I love, love, LOVE this placement because this tells me your most lovable quality isn’t just your strength—it’s your ability to keep going. Like, after everything? You still believe in new beginnings. You still take risks with your heart. You still trust that there’s more to life than just pain and struggle. People are drawn to you because you remind them that it’s okay to start over. That it’s okay to try, to love, to hope—even after things have hurt them. And that’s something so rare. Because most people who’ve been through what you’ve been through? They shut down. But you? You open up. You jump, even when you’re scared. You let life surprise you. And that? That’s love in its purest form.

Your sweetness isn’t in being overly bubbly or outwardly affectionate—it’s in being real. In being the person who gets up even when life knocks them down. In being the kind of love that doesn’t demand attention but changes lives just by existing. And that? That’s a love the world doesn’t see enough of.

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Note: tarot cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not fixedly predict the future. this is a general reading so take what resonates!

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enwoso · 2 days ago

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PLAYING FOR MORE | alessia russo

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alessia sat on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling as she stared at the pregnancy test. two lines, they stared back at her. her heart felt as though it was lodged in her throat, her pulse louder than any cheering crowd she had ever played in front of.

she had worked hard to get were she was — unc scholarship, a starting spot on the team, become captain, achieve her first call up to the senior england squad. she was a rising star.

and now, well right now she was a twenty year old college student staring down a future she hadn't planned for.

her phone buzzed on the desk, a message from her boyfriend: harrison.

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alessia's usual type wasn't football players, they were too loud, too cocky, too much trouble.

but yet here she was, tying her boots on the sidelines of the practice field sneaking glances across the turf at harrison reed - the wide receiver who had too much charm and a smile that made her stomach flip.

it started during her freshman year, her soccer practice had run late and alessia sweaty and exhausted from the scorching sun of north carolina had cut across the football fields to get back to her dorm quicker.

she hadn't expected anyone to be there, let alone him.

"well if it isn't the soccer team's star girl herself!" harrison's voice rang out as she passed. she's rolled her eyes — of course he'd call her that.

"hey footbal guy." she shot back, not stopping. the only thing in her mind was the cold shower she was going to have when she got back to her dorm.

he jogged over, helmet in his hand as he fell into step beside her, "you always this friendly or did i get lucky today?"

alessia just snorted, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face, "depends, are you always this annoying or am i just lucky?"

that should've been it, a quick exchange, a bit of teasing but harrison wasn't the kind of guy to leave things alone, he liked to push boundaries and push people's buttons — be annoying in simple terms.

so over the next few weeks, the end of the school year looming and they kept bumping into each other. in the corridor as alessia carried her books in her arms.

at the athletic center when harrison was nursing a sore shoulder. in the library when neither of them were studying but both of them pretended they were.

it was easy with him. too easy and that's what scared her.

they became friends at first - sort of. harrison would show up at her matches, yelling loud enough for half the crowd to hear as alessia claimed she only went to his games for the nachos but really her heart raced every time he made a big play.

one of the last games before the big final, alessia's team lost. alessia missing a crucial goal which ultimately probably cost them the game.

harrison was the one that found her sitting alone on the bleachers showered as her wet hair sat on her jumper.

"rough game," he winced as he sat next to her as he put a arm around her pulling her into a comforting hug which he knew she needed.

alessia sighed, as she leaned into him more, "yep, i missed an open goal."

"eh, you'll get the next one" his voice was softer than usual, not the usual cocky confidence he wore like it was amour.

for a moment they just sat there, the lights from the field buzzing faintly. alessia tilting her head to loot at him, "why do you even care?"

harrison hesitated, a small smile tugging at his lips, "maybe i like you"

the words just hung in the air, heavy and warm as alessia just blinked. "maybe?" she teased, but her pulse hammered in her throat.

"okay.. definitely" he admitted after a moment of silence, a grin creeping onto his face, "so what do you say soccer star? let me take you out sometime?"

"football. it's football."

"soccer. your in the states now less"

as she shook her head leaving the debate for another time and against her better judgement or maybe because of it — alessia smiled, "your impossible, you know that?"

"and yet your still haven't walked away."

that was the start, they started hanging out more after that. coffee dates between classes even though they'd both get a smoothie. late night calls when the pressure of school and sports became too much.

sneaking out to the quad when they should've been asleep, laughing about everything and nothing and supporting each other at the others games.

but it wasn't always easy. there were arguments, about missed plans, about the attention harrison got from other girls, about how alessia always seemed to put soccer first. the two being too stubborn for their own good.

in the end that was what made it work, the moments which weren't perfect, the times they argued they then made up and were stronger than ever. the late night cuddles and morning practices.

the way harrison would bring her a smoothie after every game, whether they won or lost.

so by the time their final year rolled around, everyone knew they were the package deal. alessia and harrison. the soccer star girl and football hero. two athletes who would do anything to win, but hopeless when it came to each other.

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haz | 'can't wait to see you tonight, gonna get us a takeout from that taco place you love!'

her chest tightened as she looked at the message, harrison was everything she wanted in a boyfriend, charming supportive and ambitious.

but they'd never talked about kids or families or anything remotely close to this. from their late night chats they talked about their dreams of travelling the world and becoming the best at what they did.

children? that's was a word which never even entered the conversation. and she knew - she just knew this was going to be something he wasn't going to be ready for.

so she did the only thing she could think of. text her best friends: emily and lotte.

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emily and lotte arrived within minutes, their concern palpable the moment they stepped into alessia's dorm room.

"less? what's wrong?" emily asked frantically dropping her gym bag by the door. lotte following close behind.

lotte, the over observant, noticed alessia's tear stealer face and the white stick lying on the desk. "oh less.." she said softly sitting beside her.

alessia took a shaky breath. "i'm pregnant." she said the words tasting foreign and heavy leaving her lips.

emily's jaw dropped, her expression quickly morphing into one of concern and determination. "okay, deep breath. we've got you, whatever you need. we're here for you, less."

"i don't know what to do," alessia admitted her voice quiet and shaky, "harrison's not ready for this. and my parents? there gonna be so disappointed."

lotte placed a comforting hand on alessia's knee. "first things first, you're not alone in this. no matter what you decide, we're with you. but you need to talk to harrison. you can't carry this on your own."

alessia knew they were right, no matter how strong she thought she was. she couldn't carry the weight of that on her own.

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later that evening, harrison arrived at alessia's dorm his usual easy smile in place. he set out the takeout bags on her desk, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "what's up baby? you look like you've had a rough day."

alessia's stomach churned, rough day was certainly one way to put it. she motioned for him to sit on the bed, her hands twisting the hem of her hoodie. "haz, i need to tell you something and it's.. big."

his playful unserious demeanour faded, as his face paled, "you're scaring me less, what is it?"

she took a deep breath, looking at him with such fear as she bit her lips, "i'm pregnant."

for a moment, harrison froze, his expression unreadable. then he ran a hand though his hair, letting out a shaky laugh, "wait, are you serious?"

alessia nodded, her eyes welling up.

"wow," he muttered, standing up and pacing the small room, "this.. this wasn't supposed to happen. alessia we aren't ready for this. we barely managing school and soccer as it is."

"i know," she said quietly, "but it's happening, haz. we have to figure out what to do."

he turned to face her, his expression filled with frustration and fear, "look, i'm sorry but i can't do this. a kid? now? we are only twenty for god sake. i just started getting noticed in football. this would ruin everything - for both of us."

his words hit her like a punch to the gut, "ruin everything?" she repeated, her voice cracking.

"i'm not saying it's your fault," he said quickly, "but think about it less, we have our whole lives ahead of us. you've got the england squad, you're one of the best young players at the minute. a baby is gonna change everything, it's not the right time."

alessia just stared at him, her chest tightening with every word, she couldn't believe his words. "so what are you saying? you don't want to keep the baby?"

harrison hesitated, her silence speaking volumes. "i'm saying... i don't think we should."

alessia felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, she had known the conversation would be difficult. she had braced herself for his shock, his panic. but hearing him say it out loud 'i don't think we should' felt like a knife to the heart.

her fingers curled tighter into the fabric of her hoodie as she swallowed back the lump forming in her throat. "haz, this is our baby. my baby. i can't just pretend this isn't happening."

harrison exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "less, come on be realistic. a baby means we'd have to give everything up. football, school, our future - everything we've worked for. we aren't ready for this." his voice was desperate, like he was trying to make her see reason, but all alessia could hear was rejection.

"you think i don't know that?" she shot back, her voice trembling. "you think i haven't spent every second since i found out thinking about how this changes everything? but it's happening haz, whether we're ready or not."

harrison let out a frustrated sigh and turned away from her pacing again. his usual confidence, his easy charm - gone. now he just looked scared. "there are.. options," he said hesitantly. "we could-"

"no." her voice was quick and firm and when he looked at her, she shook her head. "i can't. i won't."

he stared at her for a long moment, his jaw tightening, "you're sure?"

tears burned at the corner of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, "i've never been more sure of anything."

harrison exhaled sharply, hands on his hips as he looked away. the silence between them stretched, heavy and suffocating. when he finally turned back, his expression, again unreadable but his next words shattered her completely. in more ways that one.

"then i don't know if i can do this, less."

"what?"

her stomach dropped. he ran a hand through his hair again, exhaling shakily. "i'm not ready to be a dad. i can't be a dad." his voice cracked, but he pressed on. "and if you're keeping it... i don't know how to be part of that."

alessia felt like the floor had disappeared beneath her, her entire body felt cold, numb. "so, what? you're just going to leave?"

harrison's face twisted in anguish, but he didn't answer. that answer was enough.

alessia let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. "okay," she whispered. "if that's how you feel.. then go."

"less..”

"no," she cut him off, wrapping her arms around herself. "you made your choice. i'll figure this out on my own."

harrison hesitated for a second, like he might say something else. alessia's silently hoping he would say something else. but instead, he grabbed his hoodie and moved towards the door.

he paused for a fraction of a second, then walked out, closing it softly behind him.

the moment he was gone, the first sob broke free from alessia's chest. she curled up on the bed, clutching her stomach, her heart shattering.

she had never felt so alone.

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alessia lay on her bed, she felt numb. sitting on the bed as his words replayed in her mind.

not ready.

not the right time.

ruin everything.

alessia had managed to find the energy to message emily and lotte. so when they arrived alessia was still sitting there with tears streaming down her face.

"he doesn't want to keep it," she whispered as emily wrapped her in a tight comforting hug.

"of course he doesn't," emily said, her voice tinged with anger but also comfort, the type alessia was craving. "he's a twenty yet old boy who is scared out of his mind. but this isn't just his decision."

lotte crouched in front of alessia, her voice calm and steady. "less, what do you want? not harrison, not anyone else - you. this is your life, your body, your future."

"i don't know," alessia admitted, her voice breaking. "i feel like everything i’ve worked for is slipping away. but.. i also can't imagine just walking away for this. it's a part of me."

emily squeezed her should. "then that’s all that matters. you'll figure it out, and we'll be here every step of the way. harrison doesn't get to decide your future — you do."

alessia's breath shuddered as she leaned into emily's embrace, gripping the fabric of her friend's hoodie like it was the only thing tethering her to reality. the weight of the moment was crushing, pressing down on her chest until it felt like she could barely breathe.

she had spent years building herself into the player she was today - grueling training sessions, sacrifices, endless hours on the pitch. football had been her whole life for as long as she could remember.

and now.. everything felt uncertain.

"i don't know what to do," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "i don't even know how to begin figuring it out."

lotte, still crouched in front of her, took her hands in hers giving them a reassuring squeeze. "you don't have to figure it all out tonight, less. you just have to take it one step at a time."

"but what if i can't do it?" alessia's voice cracked, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "what if i ruin everything - for myself, for my career, for this baby."

emily pulled back slightly, her expression fierce. "listen to me. your alessia russo. destined to be one of the best footballers in the world, the hardest working, most determined person i know. if there is anyone can handle this, it's you."

"but what if he's right?" alessia asked, her voice raw, "what if this really does ruin everything?"

lotte shook her head, "it won't. it'll change things - yes. but that doesn't mean your dreams are over. your not alone in this less, we'll figure this out together."

alessia sniffled, looking between her two best friends. the unwavering support in their eyes made something shift inside of her - like a tiny sliver of hope breaking through the overwhelming fear."

she exhaled shakily. "i just.. i thought he'd be here for me. that we'd figure it out together."

emily's jaw tightened. "if he can't handle being here when things get hard, then he doesn't deserve to be here at all."

lotte nodded. "you don't have to do this alone, even if he's gone. you have us. and whatever you decide, we're with you - every step of the way."

for the first time since harrison had walked out, alessia felt the smallest bit of steadiness return to her. she was still terrified, still completely unsure of what the future held.

but at least she wasn't alone.

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dollbrbie · 3 days ago

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ track two — what you need ft, sae itoshi

summary. sae doesn’t care if your boyfriend is the one you want, he knows he’s the one you need

sae doesn’t care that you have a boyfriend. he doesn’t care that he’s some high profile lawyer who can give you the life you definitely deserve. he doesn’t care that he’s probably some decent guy that you really care about. because, sae knows he can’t give you what you need. he can’t give you the excitement and chaos that you crave. he can’t give you the unpredictability sae will always carry with him.

and he certainly can’t fuck you the way sae can, the way you need, and the way that always has you gripping his sheets.

that’s why even after trying to cut him off for the millionth time, you still find yourself leaving your boyfriend’s sleeping figure on his own at 2am, sneaking out and unlocking your car door to drive twenty minutes to sae’s penthouse in a matching black lingerie set, just how he likes.

“shit- sae.”, you moan out as you grip onto sae’s grey bedsheets, your face stuffed in his pillow with your ass slapping against his hips, getting the perfect eye view of your recoil he’s so obsessed with.

“hm? what‘s that?”, he asks so condescendingly, a small smirk plastered on his face as he continues to bottom out inside you.

“s-slow down.”, you mewl out, reaching your arm behind while his powerful thrusts take the air from your lungs, dropping your head back into his pillow to muffle the sounds of your cries.

“aren’t you sweet? i thought you wanted this, didn’t you leave your boyfriend just to get fucked by me?”, he chuckles, grabbing the arm you just reached behind as he continues to pound into your abused pussy, the slapping sounds of your bodies colliding echoing against the walls.

“i do- i do want this. needed it sae.”, you cry out, the pleasure building up around your walls and throbbing against sae’s hardened cock.

“ah- shit.”, he winces out, feeling you clench around his cock, how own orgasm gradually building up, “needed it, yeah? you need me to fuck you good?”

you nod mindlessly at his words, giving him your affirmation through muffled, broken moans, “need you so bad, sae. please.”

“please, what? hm? you wanna cum?”, he asks, reaching for your clit and using two fingers to rub quick pasted circles to help build up your orgasm as he continues his rough pace, bottoming out inside of you, kissing your cervix.

“please?”, you beg as the tears build up around your eyes from the intense pleasure you felt creeping up, dying to be released.

“fuck.”, he groans out, feeling his cock pulsate as he grips onto your shoulder, pushing you down even further into his mattress, “cum for me, baby.”

as soon as you hear sae’s go ahead, you feel the intense release of your own pleasure, your thighs shaking and your toes curling, crying out in the euphoria that soared through your body.

you feel sae lean down against you, his warm chest connecting with your back as he places chaste kisses along your upper back and shoulders before leaning his forehead on you, catching his breath with a smile on his face.

your intimacy with sae was something incomparable with your boyfriend who would just get a towel for you to clean up his mess. it was so much more loving and gentle.

and in these moments you knew that you’d never escape sae itoshi no matter how much you tried. there was no one who will ever know you better than him, no one who will ever give you what sae could give you. he was exactly what you needed and there was no one who knew that more than sae himself.

and he wasn’t about to let your stupid boyfriend get in the way of that. so don’t be too surprised when your boyfriend finds an audio message of you and sae fucking on his phone that sae may or may not have sent him!

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true-blue-sonic · 3 days ago

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I finished the fanfic ^-^ I'm still not over Silver's utterly unamused facial expression, I love it so much <3 XD I hope you like the fic!💙🤍

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Only Fair

With a grin Sonic sneaks closer to his unsuspecting upcoming victim of mischief.

One day, when Tails had been a few weeks shy of turning five, he’d didactically insisted to Sonic that foxes were Predators who Hunted, and he thusly was also Very Skilled at Hunting. Sonic had laughed and urged him to show off his best hunting tactics… and he’d promptly ended up with a fox cub flinging himself right at his face before getting two fluffy namesakes stuck in his quills.

Sonic doesn’t have any large tails to get snagged in Silver’s, but that is only beneficial for the cheeky idea forming in his mind at the unexpected sight of the psychic.

It’d been a while since they’d last seen each other, a few days of Silver being in the past but not being around. Sonic thus also had had little opportunity to talk to him, and even less to tease and play coy. But that all will change imminently: Silver’s eyes are trained on the horizon above, the psychic sitting sprawled against a tree trunk with his legs crossed and arms sprawled out next to his sides. Enjoying the sky and the warmth of the afternoon sun, Sonic knows. Silver is plenty focal about his enjoyment of little things like that.

But it does mean he’s distracted entirely too. Silver already is a perfect participant for the silly ideas Sonic has sometimes to amuse them both, but his current lack of attention spared for the surroundings only work in Sonic’s favour. And thus, the speedster crouches… presses his feet into the ground and shifts them minutely to check if it won’t make any sounds…

In one fell swoop he shoots over, and Silver has been snagged off the ground and hoisted into his arms in the blink of an eye.

Grey quills spike right up, the hedgehog’s body tensing in Sonic’s arms and a sharp breath drawn. But Sonic grins his most coy, suave smirk, giving Silver the smallest of jostles. “Heh. Gotcha! Long time no see, Silver.”

Golden eyes blink. Then move up and down and up to regard Sonic all over, one of Silver’s eyebrow raising in a manner perhaps best described as unamused. The silent seconds stretch out between them as Sonic gets beheld, the speedster wriggling his own brow in turn all smugly…

Before a grin forms on Silver’s face as well.

And Sonic blinks, his whole body enveloped in a liquid-like cool before he can so much as react.

“Heh. Is this a joke?” Silver smirks back… and Sonic squeaks as he gets yoinked away from his pal, off the ground and into the sky as well, and he’s left floundering his arms and legs to get a grip on nothing.

“Awwww, Silver!” he protests at his companion, who is also floating; but where Sonic is forced into an undignified struggle, Silver’s one hand moves casually behind his head and the other twists its fingers to make Sonic spin slow, teasing circles. “That’s not fair! That's cheating.”

Silver leans back a bit into the air, looking altogether smug. “Is not. And why are you trying to get the jump on me?”

“Just testing out my hunting skills,” Sonic’s grinned response comes. It earns him a curious look and a shrug, those fingers curling back towards Silver and the speedster bobbing over to him anew.

“But I captured you now,” the psychic remarks. “So you failed."

With crossing arms Sonic huffs. “I did get you first.”

“Yeah, for like ten seconds.” Carefully Sonic gets lowered onto Silver’s chest, psychokinesis dissipating around him. “So that makes my hunting skills better.”

“I’d love to see you try out your hunting skills without your powers next time,” Sonic grins back, leaning closer so their noses brush together. A challenge and a loving nuzzle combined, though for Silver it seems to be the latter, considering the happy rumble that reverberates in his chest as he smushes their foreheads together.

“After I’m done enjoying the sunset. Wanna join me?”

Shyly Sonic’s head falls in the crook of Silver’s shoulder; he’s no stranger to being held by the psychic, but his cheeks always grow red at how easily those touches and actions come to the other. But the speedster smiles all the same, shifting until he’s found a comfortable way to lie. Who cares that it’s in the air and on Silver, and not on the ground? “Anytime,” he assures his pal, enjoying the gentle bopping in the air and the way Silver’s chest rises and falls and the sunbeams that caress his fur, until the sky has long turned dark and Silver gently deposits the both of them onto the ground anew.

And very suspiciously keeps dilly-dallying beside the tree despite Sonic’s statement he’s gonna go away now, the speedster barely able to stifle his chuckles as he pads into a random direction.

Mercifully Silver does not have two long tails either: the way Sonic goes from walking with fake carelessness to crashing right into the ground from the weight slamming into his back with a triumphant cry is enough to mess up his quills anyway. “Gotcha!!” Silver croons from atop of him as Sonic spits out a handful of grass. “I am the best hunter!”

“You are,” Sonic agrees, a tad muffled… before huffing in amusement as the weight dissipates and he gets picked up by psychokinesis once more. Though, instead of being made to float slow, teasing circles, now it places him most snugly in Silver’s arms instead, bundled right into that downy white mane of his.

“That’s only fair,” the psychic grins as Sonic raises an amused eyebrow, before getting off the ground and flying into the night. With a laugh Sonic slings an arm around the other’s neck to keep him steady, comfortably dangling his feet and thanking the cover of the night for hiding his blushes every time Silver’s breath caresses his cheek.

Even if it’s flustering, he can accept becoming an unsuspected victim of mischief himself if it’s from Silver, after all.

☆☆☆☆☆

carry

#sonilver #sonic the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog #blue's writing #I think Silver would startle when getting jumped on like that haha #but he can probably stop his powers from launching people into the stratosphere if he realises in time what's going on #which he did here (luckily for Sonic) <3 XD #I hope you enjoyed!🍀#sonic the hedgehog fanfiction

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idkanymark · 2 days ago

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[So close to what]

best friends to lovers au | haechan x f!reader

INTRO: your best friend is in love with you but you’re too scared of ruin the friendship to accept his feelings.

w. slightly suggestive

NOTE: Exam season is over and I finally have a little bit of time. How are you?

Do you guys prefer when I use the name Haechan or Donghyuck? Please let me know!

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"Did you hear?" Ryujin asked, leaning in with a knowing smirk.

"Heard what?" you replied, raising a brow.

"Hoseok wanted to ask you out—but Haechan stopped him."

"What?" You blinked, stunned.

Everyone knew about Haechan’s feelings for you. He never said it outright, but his actions spoke loud enough. From high school to university, he remained by your side—teasing, annoying, and somehow still your favorite person. You’d lost count of how many times you tried to strangle him, probably resembling Homer and Bart, yet you couldn’t imagine life without him. That’s exactly why you never acknowledged his feelings, and Haechan was smart enough never to say them aloud.

"Do you really not see him as more than a friend?" Ryujin pressed.

"Yes, I'm sure” you said firmly.

Well… that was going to change soon.

Especially that evening, you and Haechan were having your usual dinner night—something that had become routine ever since you recently moved in together near campus.

Coming back from work, you expected the usual - maybe Haechan napping on the couch or raiding the fridge before dinner. What you didn’t expect was to find Haechan shirtless, playing with your dog.

You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times before. But not since he started hitting the gym. And wow—he had changed. Broad shoulders, toned arms, defined abs. When did this happen?

You were too busy staring to realize he had caught you. He turned, amusement flickering in his eyes as he fought back a smirk.

“Oh, you’re back?” he said casually, like he hadn’t just sent your brain into overdrive. “I already prepped everything for dinner.”

“Oh? Mh—yeah, I—” Wait. Why did it suddenly feel hot? Was there no air in here?

“I’m just gonna take a quick shower first!” you blurted before bolting to the bathroom, your heartbeat hammering in your ears.

As you shut the door behind you, you swore you heard him chuckle.

Haechan 1 - 0 You.

By the time you stepped out of the shower, you had successfully convinced yourself that you were not affected by Haechan’s sudden gym-induced glow-up. You were just tired. Stressed. Hungry. That’s all.

You walked into the kitchen, determined to act normal, only to find Haechan already setting up the ingredients. His damp hair was pushed back, a few strands falling lazily over his forehead. The sleeveless shirt he threw on did absolutely nothing to hide the changes you were desperately trying to ignore.

"Feeling better?" he teased, glancing at you with that look—the one that always meant trouble.

You rolled your eyes and reached for the cutting board. "Just hand me the vegetables."

The two of you moved around the kitchen in a familiar rhythm, chopping, stirring, and sneaking bites of food when you thought the other wasn’t looking. Everything was fine—until you struggled with the knife, your hands slipping slightly on the carrot you were cutting.

Before you could react, Haechan was behind you. Right behind you.

"Here, let me help” he murmured, his chest just barely brushing against your back as he reached around you. His hands covered yours, guiding your grip on the knife.

You swore the temperature in the room shot up ten degrees.

"You’re holding it too loosely” he continued, his voice lower than usual. "You need to be firm."

Firm. Right. Firm grip. Not shaky hands. Not the overwhelming awareness of how close he was, how warm he felt, how good he smelled—why does he smell so good?!

"You okay?" he asked, his breath fanning against your ear.

No. Absolutely not.

"Yeah! Of course! Totally fine!" you blurted, stepping forward so fast you nearly knocked the bowl off the counter. "You know what? Maybe you should handle the cutting. I’ll just… stir."

Haechan watched you with amusement, the corners of his lips twitching upward. "You’re acting weird” he said, crossing his arms.

You grabbed the nearest spoon and pointed it at him. "I am not acting weird. You’re acting weird!"

He just chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up the knife again. "Whatever you say."

Haechan 2 - 0 You

And for the first time, you started to wonder if maybe—just maybe—you weren’t as immune to him as you thought.

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A road trip was long overdue. Ever since Haechan got his driver license, it had been your thing- just you, Haechan, the open road, a questionable playlist, the endless banter. Nothing had changed.

Or so you thought.

As you hopped into the car, adjusting your seat, Haechan shot you a lazy grin. “I got everything we might need so you can ride comfortably.”

You choked on air.

Ride comfortably?

Your head snapped toward him, but he was already looking straight ahead, fingers drumming against the steering wheel like he hadn’t just said that. Oh, this man was choosing his words very carefully these days.

“Oh?” You cleared your throat, narrowing your eyes. “And what exactly does that mean?”

Haechan turned to you, feigning innocence. “You know, snacks, pillows, a blanket in case you get cold—” He glanced at you, his smirk deepening. “Why? What did you think I meant?”

Your brain short-circuited.

“I—nothing. I just—shut up and drive” you muttered, yanking your seatbelt on as heat crept up your neck.

The car rumbled to life, and soon, you were cruising down the highway, music filling the space between you. But something was different. You could feel it in the air, thick and charged, every teasing glance from Haechan making it worse.

“So” he started, tapping his fingers against the wheel, “when are you gonna admit it?”

You frowned. “Admit what?”

“That you’ve been acting weird around me lately.”

Your grip on your drink tightened. “I have not—”

“You literally sprinted to the bathroom the other day after seeing me shirtless.”

Your jaw clenched. “I was hot.”

“Oh, I bet you were.”

Your head snapped toward him, and he was already grinning like he won some kind of game. You hated how smug he looked. You hated even more how right he probably was.

You exhaled sharply, turning your gaze back to the road.

Haechan 3 - 0 You

And this trip was far from over.

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The sky was drenched in deep oranges and purples as the road stretched endlessly ahead. The entire trip had been a game��one you were losing miserably. Haechan had been relentless, throwing teasing remarks and smug glances your way, collecting points without even trying.

But not this time.

You shifted in your seat, stretching your arms above your head with a casual sigh. “Ugh, I should’ve worn something lighter" you muttered, tugging at the neckline of your top just enough to draw attention. “It’s so hot in here.”

Haechan didn’t react at first, his eyes fixed on the road. But you caught it—the quick flicker of his gaze toward you, the subtle shift in his grip on the steering wheel.

Encouraged, you went in for the kill. “Maybe I should just take this off" you mused, fingers hooking under the hem of your shirt as if you were actually considering it.

That did it.

His knuckles went white against the wheel, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and he exhaled slowly, like he was physically restraining himself.

Still, he said nothing.

The air inside the car grew thick with something different. No teasing comeback, no cocky remark. Just tension. Heavy, undeniable tension.

And that’s when you knew.

Haechan wasn’t winning this round. You were. You finally got a point.

A slow smirk crept onto your face as you leaned back, satisfied. “Hey, pass me the aux.”

For a second, he didn’t move. Then, finally, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head with a disbelieving chuckle as he grabbed the cord and handed it to you.

“You’re so annoying” he muttered, gripping the wheel a little too tightly.

You grinned, plugging in your phone. “Something wrong?”

He scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “I hate you”

No, he didn’t.

Haechan 3 - 1 You

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The ride to Busan had been long. Five hours of charged silence, stolen glances, and the occasional throat-clearing that neither of you acknowledged. By the time you arrived, exhaustion was settling into your bones—but the universe clearly wasn’t done messing with you.

Because the moment you stepped into your Airbnb, you were met with a problem.

“A bed?” Your voice pitched slightly. “There’s only one bed?”

Haechan, standing behind you, blinked at the sight like he was just now realizing it.

You turned to him, arms crossed. “Haechan. You booked this place.”

“I didn’t know that!” he defended, throwing his hands up. “I just saw the good reviews and a nice view—how was I supposed to check that?”

You groaned, rubbing your temples. The tension had already been unbearable, and now, this? It was like karma was punishing you for something.

Still, you were exhausted. Arguing wasn’t worth it.

“I’ll order food" you sighed. “Go take a shower, you must be tired from all the driving.”

Haechan smirked as he grabbed a towel. “Try not to freak out during our honeymoon, sweetheart” he teased, throwing a wink before disappearing into the bathroom.

You picked up a pillow from the couch and chucked it at the door.

By the time he came out, hair damp and smelling annoyingly good, the food had arrived, and you were already eating. He plopped down across from you, stealing a fry off your plate without asking—typical.

For a while, there was just the quiet clatter of chopsticks and the hum of the TV in the background. Then, finally, he spoke.

“I’ll take the couch.”

You paused mid-bite, blinking at him.

Something about the way he said it made your stomach twist. You should have felt relieved. You should have nodded and moved on. But instead, there was this stupid little twinge of… what? Disappointment?

No. Definitely not.

“Alright" you muttered, pushing your rice around with your chopsticks.

Haechan glanced at you, lips twitching like he was debating whether to say something. “Unless…” he started.

You looked up. “Unless what?”

He grinned, leaning his chin on his hand. “Unless you want me in bed with you.”

You stared at him. “I will smother you with a pillow.”

Haechan laughed, shaking his head as he leaned back. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

You rolled your eyes, pretending the warmth in your face was from the food.

And the night was far from over.

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The tension from the car ride still lingered as you both got ready for bed. Haechan was setting up his spot on the couch, fluffing a pillow as if it would magically make it more comfortable. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching him.

He had driven for almost five hours straight. He deserved a comfortable bed—not a stiff couch—yet here you were, letting your ridiculous nerves and hormones get in the way.

What kind of awful person were you?

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Haechan."

He hummed in acknowledgment, not looking up.

You hesitated, then finally blurted, "Would you like to sleep with me on the bed?"

That got his attention.

Haechan froze mid-motion, blinking at you as if he hadn’t heard you correctly. "I’m sorry, what?"

You exhaled sharply. "I said: Would you like to sleep with me on the bed?"

A beat of silence. Then, "Are you sure?" His voice held an unusual hesitation, as if he didn’t quite believe this was happening.

"I’ll change my mind if you don’t jump on the bed in the next few sec—"

You didn’t even get to finish.

Haechan was already diving onto the bed, a satisfied grin on his face.

You rolled your eyes, shifting under the covers as he got comfortable beside you. It felt… strange. Too quiet. Too real. You both instinctively turned your backs to each other, but that only made it worse.

Minutes passed. Maybe an hour. But sleep never came.

You sighed softly, rolling over. "Haechan, are you awake?"

He turned too, now facing you in the dim light. "Yeah."

Your breath caught. Being this close, lying in the same bed—it was something entirely new. His face was barely a foot away, his eyes searching yours as if waiting for something.

He looked ethereal.

"Can I tell you something?" His voice was quieter this time, careful.

Your heartbeat stuttered. "Yeah."

He hesitated for only a second before saying, "I’ve liked you for a while."

The confession hit you like a slow-burning flame, creeping through your chest and spreading warmth and panic all at once.

"It could ruin our friendship…" you whispered.

"It won’t" he said immediately. "We will never break up."

There was no hesitation in his voice, no doubt. Just certainty. And for some reason, that certainty felt like the safest thing in the world.

"Do you feel it too?" he asked.

You swallowed hard, then nodded. "Yes."

Something shifted. The space between you felt smaller, your breaths mingling in the stillness of the room. Neither of you spoke. You didn’t need to.

And then, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, almost hesitant—like he wanted to take his time, like he wanted to memorize the way you felt. His lips moved against yours slowly, testing, savoring. But when you kissed him back, he exhaled against your skin, pulling you in just a little closer. His fingers brushed against your cheek, warm and steady, anchoring you in the moment.

The kiss deepened, unspoken emotions spilling into it—years of teasing, of unspoken tension, of lingering glances neither of you ever acknowledged. And now? Now it was undeniable.

When you finally broke apart, both of you breathless, he rested his forehead against yours, his hand still cradling your face.

Then, just as you thought the moment couldn’t get any more overwhelming, Haechan smirked.

"Oh, by the way," he murmured, "I did know there was only one bed"

Silence.

Your eyes widened. "You WHAT?!"

Before he could react, you shoved him, grabbing a pillow to physically wipe that smirk off his face.

Haechan burst into laughter, dodging your attacks. "Hey, don’t be mad! It worked, didn’t it?"

"YOU’RE UNBELIEVABLE!"

Still grinning, he caught your wrists, pulling you back down beside him with a chuckle. "Come on, sweetheart, you still feel like yelling at me?"

You huffed, glaring at him. But the warmth in his gaze, the lingering feeling of his lips on yours—it was impossible to stay mad.

Haechan 4 - 1 You

And somehow, you didn’t even mind.

But then the laughter finally died down, leaving only the sound of your breaths in the quiet room. Haechan was still grinning, lying beside you like he had just won the biggest game of his life. Technically, he had.

You glared at him, still trying to process everything. The confession. The kiss. The fact that he had planned the one-bed situation all along.

But before you could throw another insult his way, he suddenly smirked—that famous smirk, the one that always meant trouble.

"Do you remember my suggestion?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement.

You frowned. "What suggestion?"

Then it hit you.

Your brain rewound back to earlier that day. The car ride. The teasing.

"I got everything we might need so you can ride comfortably."

Your eyes widened, heat creeping up your neck.

Haechan noticed the exact moment you put it together because his smirk deepened.

"Are you still up for it?" he asked, his voice lower now, playful but laced with something else. Something dangerous.

You swallowed, your pulse hammering in your ears. You should say no. You should roll over, ignore him, and go to sleep like a rational person.

But you didn’t.

Instead, without breaking eye contact, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers with his before tugging him closer.

Haechan’s eyes darkened slightly, his smirk faltering just enough for you to know you had caught him off guard.

“I don’t mind a ride”

That was all he needed.

In a flash, his arms were around you, pulling you flush against him. His warmth, his scent—everything about him surrounded you in an instant. His lips brushed against your temple, trailing slowly down to your cheek before hovering just inches from your lips.

Haechan 5 - 1 You

But by the way he was holding you, it felt like you both won.

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merakiui · 13 hours ago

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imagine drugging Azul without him knowing & sneaking into his bed at night... running your hands over his body and taking advantage of him, savoring the unconscious sighs and whimpers he makes, unable to pretend to be suave and put together or rope you into a horrid contract just for a night together...

even better if you end up getting knocked up by this, and Azul silently seethes with jealousy over who could have possibly gotten you pregnant, not knowing it's actually him...

even better; Either you overestimate the dose or Jade makes sure the food never reaches Azul (jealous eel doesn't want you to have fun with tako, why not use Jade?) and Azul ends up waking up to you bouncing on his cock. "disoriented by sleep and too flustered", he can't do much except halfhearted protests that he doesn't even mean. He's stronger than he looks, he could easily push you off, but damn are you hot when you're taking advantage of him....

He's probably a very light sleeper, so he'd prob wake up as soon as you're leaning over him, but for the sake of Somno Sex he doesn't.

👁 👁

Azul waking up right as you slam yourself down to take all of him,,, sopping wet pussy clenching tight.... orz one minute he's dreaming about being curled comfortably in his octopus pot and the next a soft, warm octopus pot is wrapping tight around his dick. All he can manage is a squeak of surprise and then he's melting bonelessly against the sheets, on the verge of cumming with each roll of your hips. You're fucking yourself on him like you're in heat, and maybe he ought to be mad at you and protest a bit louder... but it's so hot he can't find the energy for anger or even to struggle like he means it.

He could very well grab your hips and flip you over,,, fuck into you like he intends to knock you up, tako strength leaving bruises on your waist. But he's pure putty right now, grabbing at the sheets in a stranglehold and crying out. Please don't stop,,, please let him cum inside. He doesn't mind starting a family now. It skips a few steps in his life plan for you, but that's okay because he'll adjust accordingly.

Getting pregnant, much to Azul's delight, and slimy Jade is just seething in his jealousy. >_< he smiles placidly, so you'll never know his true feelings. But ooooo is he wishing it was him. Which is why perhaps he'll use the same method. Cook something delicious and nutritious for you and the growing baby. You'll fall into a nice slumber and wake hours later to him fucking into you, slow and sweet, his hands resting lovingly on your belly. So out of it that you can't even call for Azul. Not like he'll give you that chance when he sticks his fingers in your mouth to give you something to suck on. :)

#twisted chit chat #meraki faves #n/sfw #tw: somnophilia #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: drugging #tw: pregnancy

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nuturalsuper · 2 days ago

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At this point John was sure that they were doing it on purpose, just trying to get his reaction. Every time for the past few months, whether they were awake or not, his boys were tempting him. When he first noticed it, it was tame and innocent enough. Even though Sam was already almost a teenager, he was still clinging onto Dean all the time. What caught John's eye was that one time when Sam climbed into his brother's lap and Dean's hands went to Sam's ass almost immediately to hold him better. John blamed it in his own dirty mind and decided to forget about it. But it was hard forgetting something that kept happening almost every day. Next thing he noticed was that the boys refused to put on their clothes when sleeping, all cuddled up under the sheets like lovers. Once again, John brushed it off, did not comment, for all he knows thats what they have always been doing and he just never noticed before.

Still, he does not understand how it went from that to this. Sam, fresh out of the shower, still wrapped up in a towel, in Dean's lap whose fingers were definitely sneaking under said towel and holding his little brother's things, the younger boys legs wrapped so provocatively around Dean's waist, long and slim, drops of water that has jot yet dried glistening on the still hairless legs of his. Dean was probably trying to hide or control his movements, but his hips were definitely moving as if trying to rub onto Sam, who was not any more innocent with the way he was squirming, wet hair falling over his face, only his pink cheeks and oarted lips visible from where John was standing and staring. It wasn't sex, but he did secretly wish it was as it would probably be more intimate than whatever this was. Sex had a purpose, sex could be about lust or need. This couldn't. Not woth the way Dean's eyes shined and stared at his brother's flushed face, not woth the way he was rubbing his thighs, not woth how he tucked the little poece of hair that had fallen into Sam's eye, not woth the way Sam's hands were grabbing onto Dean's shoulders, or how he was sqeezing his hips where his legs were wrapped around him. Not with the hushed little voices and with how close their mouths were, their lips brushing with their perverted movements... no, this was something else. And to think this is what they were doing when he was around... John couldn't even bring himself to think about what they were doing when he left them locked in a motel room for weeks without anything to do but explore.

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #wincest #samdean #weecest #john winchester #weirdcest

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muiitoloko · 18 hours ago

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Hey! I have an idea fic? I just wanna see how you would want to write it, snape n fem reader are married, have kids and all- both professors in hogwarts and during the yule ball, they were listen as those catchers for the ones that sneaked off to, and minerva was with them and reminded them of when they were around 6th year, they were 'sneaking' off and minerva caught them- snape n reader embarassed lol, idk if you get it- but i hope you do write a fic inspired by thisss💕

Title: Some Things Never Change

Summary: As Severus and his wife patrol the corridors after the Yule Ball, an encounter with McGonagall reminds them of a long-forgotten, mischief-filled past.

Pairing: Severus Snape × Fem! Reader

Warnings: None.

Author's Notes: Thank you for your request; I hope you enjoy it.

Also read on Ao3

The Great Hall was dazzling, transformed for the Yule Ball with twinkling fairy lights and enchanted ice sculptures. The air was filled with the sweet notes of the band’s melody, and the laughter of students swirled around you like snowflakes caught in a winter breeze.

You stood near the edge of the ballroom, your arm linked with your husband's, as you leaned your head against his shoulder. Severus Snape remained as rigid as ever, his sharp profile set in an expression of detached boredom, but you knew better.

His dark eyes were fixated on the dance floor, watching—no, glowering—at a particular couple moving in perfect synchrony to the music.

Your fourteen-year-old daughter, Selina Snape, was dancing with none other than Harry bloody Potter.

You could practically hear the scowl forming on Severus’s face. His long fingers twitched slightly at his side, his posture even stiffer than usual. You had to bite back a smirk. Oh, he was not pleased at all.

You sighed dramatically, your fingers tightening around his arm as you swayed slightly. “Sev,” you murmured, tilting your face up toward him, “are you going to ask me to dance, or shall I continue to wither away in loneliness?”

“No,” came the flat reply.

You gasped theatrically, placing a hand on your chest as if wounded. “Not even a dance with your own wife? If I had known you would refuse, I would have accepted when Professor Riddle asked me earlier.”

Severus didn’t even blink. His expression remained as indifferent as ever, but you knew him too well. His jaw was tighter than usual. He might not like Tom Riddle, but tonight, there was someone he liked even less.

You followed his gaze and sighed.

Oh dear.

You knew this would happen. You had deliberately avoided telling Severus that Selina was coming to the ball with Harry because you knew exactly what his reaction would have been—an immediate, unequivocal no.

He had assumed she would come with Draco Malfoy, an acceptable if slightly arrogant choice in his mind. But now, here she was, dancing with James Potter’s son—smiling, laughing, looking far too comfortable in his arms.

Severus’s scowl deepened.

“She’s smiling,” he muttered, his baritone voice laced with quiet fury.

“Yes, well, people tend to smile when they’re enjoying themselves, Severus,” you teased, though you knew your words would do nothing to pacify him.

“With Potter,” he snapped. “With Potter’s spawn.”

You sighed, resting your head back against his shoulder. “He’s a nice boy.”

“He’s a Potter,” Severus growled.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, Severus, not every Potter is your sworn enemy.”

He turned his head slowly to look at you, his black eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “You didn’t tell me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.

You swallowed, schooling your features into the most innocent expression you could manage. “Tell you what?”

His glare intensified. “That she was coming with him.”

You hesitated for a fraction of a second—just long enough for his glare to turn deadly.

“And why, pray tell, did you conveniently forget to mention that our daughter would be spending her evening with that—” he cut himself off, inhaling sharply through his nose as if struggling to find an insult severe enough.

Because you knew what would have happened had you told him. Selina would have been forbidden from going with Harry. The wards around the dungeons would have been reinforced, and she would have been forced to attend with someone he deemed acceptable—most likely under his watchful, overbearing gaze.

You sighed, placing a soothing hand on his arm. “Severus, Selina is fourteen. She’s intelligent, she’s strong-willed—wonder where she got that from—and she can make her own choices. You have to trust her.”

His eyes flickered back to the dance floor, and his fingers clenched at his sides. “She is fourteen. And she is dancing with Potter.”

You suppressed a laugh. Oh, he was seething.

“She looks happy,” you pointed out softly.

“She looks infatuated.”

You grinned. “Are you worried she’s going to run off and marry him tonight?”

Severus gave you a withering look. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then what is the problem?”

He exhaled sharply through his nose. “The problem, dear wife, is that he is the son of James Potter—”

“And Lily,” you reminded him gently.

Severus flinched ever so slightly at the name.

You softened, reaching up to cup his cheek. “You can’t hold James’s sins against Harry forever, Sev. He’s a good boy. And he’s treating our daughter with kindness.”

Severus said nothing. He only stared, his gaze unreadable.

You knew what he was thinking. It should have been Draco, someone acceptable, someone he approved of; but fate was fickle, and Selina Snape had inherited her mother's ability to make her own choices—choices that Severus couldn't always control.

And that terrified him.

You leaned up to press a kiss to his jaw, murmuring, “You trust her, don’t you?”

He remained stiff for a long moment, then exhaled slowly. “I do.”

“Then trust that she knows what she’s doing.”

He was silent. Then—

“I still don’t like it.”

You laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “No, I imagine you wouldn’t.”

For a moment, he simply watched, his dark eyes never leaving his daughter. Selina's face was bright with laughter as Harry spun her beneath his arm, her dress swirling around her. She looked happy; she looked free.

And Severus looked deeply unimpressed.

You knew this wasn’t the end of the conversation. Oh, no. This was just the beginning.

But for now, Severus merely exhaled, rolling his shoulders stiffly. “Fine,” he muttered, voice clipped. “But if he so much as breathes the wrong way, I will hex him into next week.”

You smirked, squeezing his arm as you rested against him again.

“Of course, dear.”

The Yule Ball had finally come to an end, and the castle was beginning to settle into an eerie, post-festivity stillness. You and Severus, as part of your usual duties as professors, wandered through the corridors to ensure that no students had snuck off for secret trysts. You had no illusions—there were certainly students hidden away in dark corners, wrapped up in teenage romance and poor decision-making. And you had no doubt that Severus was particularly eager to catch them in the act.

The air was crisp with the lingering chill of winter, the stone corridors illuminated by flickering torchlight as your robes swayed with each step. Severus walked beside you, his arms crossed over his chest, his black eyes scanning every shadow with his usual sharp vigilance. His lips were pressed into a thin, disapproving line, as if the very idea of students engaging in hormonal idiocy disgusted him to his core.

“I don’t understand why Albus insists on holding these ridiculous events,” Severus muttered, his deep voice echoing softly through the empty hallways. “It only encourages foolish behavior.”

You smirked, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “Oh, Severus, let the children have a little fun. Not everyone has spent their teenage years brooding in the dungeons like you.”

His glare was immediate. “Fun,” he scoffed, sneering as he turned a corner. “Fun leads to rule-breaking, which leads to detentions that I have to supervise.”

You chuckled, enjoying his perpetual irritation. Before you could tease him further, another presence emerged from a corridor ahead of you. Minerva McGonagall, dressed in her formal emerald robes, approached with the air of someone who had also been searching for errant students. She greeted you both with a knowing look.

“Ah, Severus, I suspected I’d find you prowling the halls, eager to ruin some poor student’s evening,” Minerva said with an amused smile.

Severus gave her a flat look. “I am merely ensuring that the Yule Ball does not become an excuse for debauchery.”

Minerva chuckled, then turned to you. “And you, my dear, how are you faring? I imagine it’s been a long night.”

You smiled, rolling your shoulders slightly. “It has, but I suppose it’s nothing compared to what we’ll have to endure when the next generation of students arrives.”

Minerva hummed in agreement, her sharp eyes twinkling with amusement. “Speaking of which, I do believe your daughter enjoyed herself this evening.”

Severus tensed immediately, his scowl deepening. “Yes,” he said curtly. “Far too much.”

Minerva bit back a chuckle. “Ah, so you’ve accepted young Mr. Potter as Selina’s companion for the evening, then?”

“I have accepted nothing,” Severus snapped. “I am merely tolerating it.”

Minerva laughed lightly, shaking her head as the three of you continued walking together. The conversation turned to other things—students’ behavior, the decorations of the Great Hall, and a few amusing tales of ball mishaps—until Severus suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His eyes narrowed at an alcove just ahead, where the sound of hurried shuffling and muffled whispers betrayed the presence of students attempting to remain hidden. With a dramatic sweep of his robes, Severus stormed toward the alcove hiding the culprits.

Two students—one Ravenclaw, one Hufflepuff—gasped in shock, their faces flushing as they immediately scrambled to adjust their clothes. The girl hastily fixed the laces of her dress robes, while the boy looked as if he wished he could disappear entirely.

Severus loomed over them, his glare venomous. “Ten points from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff,” he announced icily. “Each. And detention.”

The students paled but nodded meekly, knowing better than to argue.

Severus’ sneer deepened. “Now, get out of my sight before I reconsider my mercy.”

The pair hurried away, nearly tripping over each other in their haste to escape. Once they were gone, Severus exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Brainless, hormonal teenagers,” he muttered darkly.

Minerva hummed in amusement, crossing her arms as she leaned against the nearby wall. “That alcove,” she mused thoughtfully. “I remember catching two students in that very spot once. Oh, what a sight it was—robes in disarray, guilty expressions, and the absolute terror in their eyes when I found them.”

You, who had been listening with mild amusement, suddenly froze as realization hit you like a lightning bolt.

Severus, who had been scowling, also tensed slightly—though, as always, he was far better at masking his emotions than you were.

Minerva turned her gaze toward you both, her lips twitching. “Oh,” she mused, “I do believe it was the two of you.”

Your cheeks burned. Severus’ jaw tightened.

Minerva smirked, clearly enjoying this far too much. “Ah, yes. You were both sixth-years, if I recall correctly. I remember how Severus had the audacity to try and claim that he was merely ‘helping you with an advanced spell.’”

Severus made a sound suspiciously close to a scoff, crossing his arms as his dark eyes flicked anywhere but toward Minerva. “It was a valid excuse.”

Minerva arched a brow, clearly not buying it. “Yes, of course. Helping your dear wife ‘study’—in a secluded alcove—past curfew.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Minerva, must we?”

Minerva chuckled, thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment. “Oh, I think it’s only fair. Here you both are now, patrolling the very same halls you once tried to sneak around. My, how times have changed.”

You huffed, looking at Severus, who was maintaining his usual unruffled expression—except for the slight, telltale tension in his shoulders. You could tell he was mortified, but, of course, he would rather die than admit it.

Minerva sighed, shaking her head. “Ah, young love.”

Severus exhaled sharply, glancing toward you at last. His black eyes met yours, and for a fleeting second, something softened in them.

Times had changed indeed. Back then, you had been reckless teenagers, hiding away from professors who would separate you if caught. Now, you were married, walking these same halls as Hogwarts professors—together.

You reached out, your fingers brushing against Severus’ hand briefly. He allowed the touch, though he rolled his eyes slightly before turning away.

“I suggest we continue our patrol before any more students make regrettable decisions,” he muttered.

Minerva smirked. “Indeed. Though, if you ever catch another pair of students in that alcove, do try to remember—history has a way of repeating itself.”

With a final amused glance at the two of you, Minerva strode off down another corridor, leaving you alone with Severus.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, you turned to him, still blushing. “Well. That was mortifying.”

Severus merely sniffed. “I fail to see the humor in it.”

You smirked. “Of course you do. Because you weren’t the one caught babbling excuses about ‘advanced spellwork.’”

He shot you a glare but said nothing.

You laughed, linking your arm with his as you both continued down the corridor. “Come on, Severus,” you teased. “Let’s go ruin some more students’ nights.”

You had only taken a few steps before Severus’s hand suddenly grasped your wrist, pulling you swiftly into the darkened space. A startled laugh bubbled from your lips as your back met his firm chest, his long fingers sliding up to cradle your jaw, tilting your face up toward him.

"Severus," you breathed, still laughing softly, "what on earth—"

He cut you off with a kiss—slow and deliberate, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that contradicted the usual sharpness of his demeanor. His back pressed against the cold stone wall, anchoring you to him as his other hand slid to your waist, pulling you even closer. The warmth of him, the intoxicating scent of potions and parchment that always clung to his robes, surrounded you.

Your fingers curled into the front of his coat as he deepened the kiss, his long, aristocratic nose brushing against your cheek. His lips moved with a slow, maddening precision, as if he were savoring the taste of you, indulging in something long overdue.

You broke the kiss with a quiet, breathless chuckle, your forehead resting against his chest. "What are you doing?" you murmured against the fabric of his robes, your voice filled with amusement.

Severus smirked, his deep black eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something utterly enthralling. "I’m merely showing you what I would have done," he murmured, voice thick with promise, "if Minerva hadn’t interrupted us all those years ago."

His fingers trailed up your throat, tilting your chin so he could claim your lips again—this time firmer, hungrier. His long, elegant fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as his mouth dominated yours, his tongue sweeping over yours in a slow, intoxicating dance.

A shiver ran down your spine, the heat between your bodies making the cool air of the castle seem distant, inconsequential. Your hands fisted in his robes, pressing yourself against him as you let out a soft moan against his lips.

But then, with a playful glint in your eye, you pulled back just enough to whisper teasingly, "I really shouldn’t let you kiss me like this… after all, you didn’t even dance with me at the ball."

Severus let out a low chuckle, the sound deep and sinful. "Dancing is a frivolous display," he murmured against your lips, "this, however…" His hand slid down the curve of your waist, gripping you possessively. "This is far more productive."

You gasped as he suddenly turned you, pressing you back against the wall, his body pinning you effortlessly. The cool stone sent a contrast of sensation along your overheated skin, making you arch into him instinctively. He took the opportunity to press his knee between your legs, parting them just enough that the pressure sent sparks of pleasure coursing through you.

"Severus," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his long black hair, pulling him down for another kiss, this one hot and desperate.

"Tell me," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and dripping with dark amusement, "would you rather have had a waltz with me in front of the entire school… or this?" His hips rolled forward just enough to make his point, and you inhaled sharply, nails digging into his shoulders.

"I—I suppose this," you admitted, barely able to form the words as he pressed slow, teasing kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat.

He smirked against your skin. "I thought so."

His hands found the fabric of your dress, fingers slipping beneath it to trace the bare skin of your thighs, making you tremble. He had always been a man of precision, of control, but here, now, with you in his arms, he was all consuming.

“Now,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr, “let me see what you’re wearing under that dress—”

A throat cleared behind you.

You felt a familiar rush of dread, like ice-cold water had been poured down your spine. Snape, to his credit, didn’t so much as flinch—he merely turned his head ever so slowly, like a predator disturbed mid-hunt.

And there, standing in the dimly lit corridor, arms crossed and expression poised somewhere between knowing amusement and mild exasperation, was Minerva.

Oh, Merlin.

For a brief, horrifying second, you felt like you were sixteen again, caught in this very same alcove by the very same woman, only this time, instead of a sharp reprimand and a week’s worth of detention, Minerva was smiling.

“Well, well,” she mused, her Scottish brogue rich with humor. “Some things never change.”

Your face burned, and you immediately made to step back, but Severus’s grip remained firm on your waist, his fingers tightening deliberately as his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk but was far too amused to be innocent.

And then— then—he had the audacity to say:

“I was merely teaching her an advanced spell.”

Your mouth fell open.

Minerva laughed.

“Oh, Severus,” she said, shaking her head in amusement, “you used that exact excuse eighteen years ago. Do you expect me to believe it now?”

Snape’s obsidian eyes gleamed with mischief, his expression unreadable save for the slight twitch of his lips. “You believed it then,” he murmured silkily.

Minerva outright chuckled, clearly entertained beyond measure. “No, Severus, I did not.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I’m going to die of embarrassment,” you muttered.

Minerva gave you a conspiratorial look before glancing back at Severus, whose fingers had yet to leave your waist. “Do try to behave yourselves,” she said, the twinkle in her eyes unmistakable as she turned on her heel and walked away.

You let out a breath of relief, but before you could step back fully, Severus’s grip tightened, pulling you flush against him once more.

“An advanced spell?” you hissed, incredulous. “Again?”

His smirk was almost imperceptible, but you knew it was there. “It worked last time, didn’t it?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the grin tugging at your lips. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

He tilted his head slightly, his long, dark hair falling around his angular face as he studied you with that piercing gaze. “I always enjoy getting away with things,” he murmured, his deep voice a sinful caress against your ear.

Then, before you could protest, he kissed you again.

It was slow at first, a deliberate press of his lips against yours, as if savoring the moment. But then—Merlin’s bloody beard—he deepened it, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with the perfect mix of dominance and precision.

You melted against him, grasping at the front of his robes as his hands wandered lower, tracing over your hips, pressing possessively into the curve of your backside.

“You were saying?” he murmured between kisses, his tone full of smug amusement.

You barely managed a breathless, “You’re incorrigible.”

He hummed, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then down the column of your throat. “You wouldn’t have married me otherwise.”

His hands slid over the fabric of your dress, tugging lightly at the material. “Now,” he whispered, lips brushing over your skin, “where were we?”

You smirked, reaching up to pull him back into another kiss.

“Somewhere between history repeating itself and me still not getting that damn dance.”

His chuckle was dark, amused, wicked.

“Then allow me to make it up to you,” he purred.

And oh, did he ever.

The heavy wooden door to your quarters creaked open, and you stepped inside with Severus at your side, both of you still recovering from your rather eventful evening. Your lips were tingling from stolen kisses in the alcove, and the warmth of Severus’s hand against your waist lingered as if branded onto your skin.

But whatever lingering tension and playful desire had followed you back to your rooms vanished the moment you saw Selina.

There she was—already tucked under your covers, clad in her night robes, arms crossed over her chest, looking entirely too comfortable in your bed.

She raised an unimpressed brow as she stared at the both of you. “You took long enough.”

Severus stopped dead in his tracks, his black eyes narrowing at his daughter. “What,” he drawled slowly, his deep baritone laced with irritation, “are you doing here?”

Selina sat up slightly, wrinkling her nose at her father as though he had just asked the stupidest question in the world. She had his exact scowl, his exact disapproving glare—his exact mannerisms.

“I needed to talk to Mum,” she said simply.

Severus’s frown deepened. “You have your own room,” he reminded her, crossing his arms over his chest. “In the Slytherin common room.”

Selina huffed, brushing some of her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “Yes, but I wanted to talk to Mum here. You wouldn’t understand—it’s girl talk.”

Severus’s lips parted slightly in offense, his expression flickering between disbelief and indignation. “Girl talk?” he repeated, his voice utterly unimpressed.

“Yes, girl talk,” Selina replied, tilting her head slightly, her dark eyes—so much like his—flashing with amusement. “Which means, Dad, that you need to leave.”

Severus stiffened, his expression utterly scandalized. “Excuse me?”

Selina sat up straighter in bed and waved a dismissive hand toward the door. “Go on. Shoo.”

For a moment, Severus looked at you, waiting—no, demanding—that you intervene.

You merely shrugged.

“Selina, you shouldn’t be in here,” he pressed, his irritation growing. “Your dormitory—”

“Dad,” Selina interrupted, rolling her eyes, “just go.”

Severus bristled. It was his bedroom, his quarters; and his own daughter had just exiled him from his own domain. “I will not be thrown out of my own—”

Selina flicked her wand.

The bedroom door slammed shut in his face.

A thud sounded from the other side of the door, followed by the very audible sound of Severus’s furious inhale.

There was a long pause.

And then—“SELINA EILEEN SNAPE, YOU OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, unable to hold back your amusement, as Selina merely smirked and settled back into the pillows. “Honestly,” she muttered, pulling the blankets around her. “He should’ve seen that coming.”

You giggled, shaking your head as you sat down beside her. “He’ll sulk for hours now,” you warned.

“Let him.” Selina smirked, brushing some hair out of her face. “It’s girl talk, Mum. He wouldn’t understand.”

You sighed, shaking your head as you adjusted the pillows behind you. “Alright, then,” you said, turning toward her fully, “what’s so important that you had to banish your father from his own bedroom?”

Selina hesitated for a moment, fiddling with the sleeve of her night robe. “I just…” She trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip before exhaling heavily. “I wanted to talk about boys.”

Oh. That explained a lot.

You resisted the urge to smirk. “Boys, huh?”

Selina groaned, tilting her head back against the pillow. “Yes.”

“Wouldn’t your dorm mates be more helpful?” you teased.

She shot you a look that was so Severus. “I don’t want their advice,” she muttered. “I want yours.”

Something warm spread through your chest at that. You softened, placing a hand on hers. “Alright,” you murmured. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Selina hesitated, her expression shifting to something more vulnerable. “I… I don’t know how to explain it,” she muttered, fidgeting. “It’s just—feelings.”

Ah. Feelings. Now it made sense.

You had seen the way she had looked at Harry Potter tonight. The way she had smiled when he took her hand. The way her eyes had lit up when he made her laugh. She liked him.

And, knowing your husband, that was precisely why she had waited until Severus was gone before bringing this up.

“You mean Harry,” you said gently.

Selina flushed a shade of red that rivaled the Gryffindor banners.

“I don’t know,” she groaned, burying her face in her hands. “It’s just—he’s nice. And he’s funny. And he doesn’t treat me like some stuck-up Slytherin, and I just—I don’t know.”

You chuckled softly, brushing a hand over her hair. “That sounds like a crush, sweetheart.”

Selina let out a dramatic whine. “Ugh, don’t say it like that.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I know it’s embarrassing, but trust me, it’s normal.”

Selina peeked up at you from behind her hands. “You really think so?”

“Of course,” you said, squeezing her hand. “It’s part of growing up.”

She huffed, staring up at the ceiling. “Dad’s going to murder him.”

You sighed. “Your father will learn to cope.”

Selina snorted. “Yeah, sure. I give it a week before he starts hexing Harry’s cauldron in class.”

You couldn’t deny that was a possibility.

You shifted slightly, adjusting the blankets around her. “Have you told Harry how you feel?”

Selina gave you an exasperated look. “Mum.”

You chuckled. “Alright, alright. But if you like him, and he likes you, then what’s stopping you?”

Selina frowned, picking at a loose thread in the blanket. “I just… I don’t know. What if I do tell him, and then he thinks I’m weird? Or what if it ruins things? Or what if—”

“Selina,” you interrupted gently, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. “You’re overthinking.”

She bit her lip, glancing at you. “…You think so?”

“I know so,” you smiled. “Sometimes, you just have to be brave.”

Selina exhaled, flopping back against the pillow. “Merlin’s beard, I hate feelings.”

You laughed, smoothing a hand over her hair. “They’re messy, I know.”

She groaned again, but then—softly—“Did you ever feel like this? When you met Dad?”

You felt a different kind of warmth spread through your chest at that.

You smiled softly. “Yes, love,” you murmured, stroking her hair. “I did.”

Selina peeked up at you. “…And what happened?”

You smirked slightly. “Well, your father was exceptionally oblivious.”

Selina cackled.

“Of course he was,” she snorted. “That sounds exactly like him.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “But eventually, we figured it out.”

Selina hummed, turning onto her side. “So you think… I should just go for it?”

“I think,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “that you should trust yourself.”

Selina exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before shifting to sit up. “I’ll think about it,” she muttered, though there was something resolved in her tone, as if she had already made up her mind. She threw back the covers, the cool air making her shiver slightly as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed. “Thanks, Mum. I needed that.”

You smiled warmly, watching as she stretched before smoothing her night robes. “Always, love.”

Selina ran a hand through her long dark hair, then turned toward the door. “I should probably get back to my dormitory before someone notices I’m gone.”

You chuckled softly and nodded. “Good idea.”

With that, Selina padded toward the door and pulled it open—only to come face-to-face with Severus Snape, standing like a looming gargoyle in the dimly lit corridor, his black robes billowing slightly in the faint draft. His expression was unreadable, but the way his dark eyes bore into hers made it perfectly clear that he had been waiting.

Selina didn’t even flinch.

She made a move to step past him, but Severus moved just as quickly, his long fingers curling around the collar of her robes and tugging her back with a firm, practiced ease, as though she were still five years old and attempting to sneak biscuits from the kitchen.

You barely contained your amusement as father and daughter stood face to face, identical scowls twisting their sharp features, arms crossing in unison as they glared at each other. It was like watching two mirrors battle for dominance.

Selina tilted her head slightly. “Really, Dad?”

Severus arched a brow, unimpressed. “Really, Selina.”

A heavy silence settled between them, neither Snape willing to be the first to break. You watched, amused, as they stood locked in an unspoken war, dark eyes burning into one another, expressions perfectly identical in their stubbornness.

Finally, it was Severus who made the first move. He drew himself up, his baritone voice thick with irritation. “Would you care to explain,” he drawled, his tone dangerously smooth, “what exactly was so pressing that it required you to exile me from my own quarters?”

Selina let out a long-suffering sigh. “I already told you. It was girl talk.”

Severus’s expression did not change. “That is not an answer.”

“It’s the only answer you’re getting.”

Severus’s nostrils flared slightly. “You slammed the door in my face.”

“You weren’t getting the hint.”

“I was being forcibly removed from my own room.”

Selina shrugged. “And?”

Severus exhaled slowly, clearly mustering every ounce of patience he had left. “What,” he bit out, “did you need to discuss with your mother that was so dire it warranted banishing me?”

Selina stared at him for a long moment, her lips twitching. Then, with all the grace of a true Slytherin, she played her ace.

She sighed, tilting her head slightly. “It was about menstruation, Dad.”

Severus’s face barely changed, but the subtle tightening of his jaw, the slight narrowing of his eyes, the way his fingers twitched ever so slightly at his sides—oh, she had him.

You covered your mouth with your hand to hide your smirk.

Selina, sensing victory, leaned in just a little. “You know,” she continued, voice smooth as silk, “girl stuff. Cramps. Heavy flow. That sort of thing.” She gave a dramatic sigh. “Honestly, Dad, it’s not that complicated.”

Severus blinked once, slow and deliberate.

You swore you could hear his teeth grinding.

Selina arched an eyebrow at her father, her dark eyes flashing with something far too mischievous for Severus’s liking. She tilted her head ever so slightly, her expression the perfect mirror of his own when he was preparing to deliver a particularly scathing remark.

“Would you like me to elaborate?” she asked, her voice syrupy sweet. “I could go into detail about the heavy flow this month. It’s quite the inconvenience, really—”

“Enough.” Severus’s baritone was a sharp blade cutting through the air, his patience now thoroughly frayed. His long fingers twitched at his sides, his jaw tightening, the vein in his temple pulsing dangerously. “Leave. Now.”

Selina barely concealed her amusement as she slid past him, her night robes whispering against the stone floor. “As you wish, Dad,” she drawled, her smirk widening as she breezed past him, her voice laced with far too much satisfaction.

You watched the exchange, biting your lip to keep from laughing outright. This was a battle Severus had never stood a chance of winning.

Severus exhaled sharply, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “That girl,” he muttered, voice thick with exasperation.

You chuckled, shaking your head as you moved toward him. “You walked right into that one, you know.”

Severus shot you a withering glare, though there was no real heat behind it. “Do not encourage her,” he warned, his deep voice laced with irritation. “She is insufferable enough as it is.”

You smirked, folding your arms across your chest. “She’s your daughter, Severus.”

Severus inhaled deeply, clearly resisting the urge to argue that particular point. Instead, he turned on his heel, his black robes billowing behind him as he strode toward his desk, his long fingers rubbing at his temple as though warding off an impending headache. “That much is painfully obvious.”

Meanwhile, Selina strolled through the dungeon corridors, taking her time as she made her way back to the Slytherin common room. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows against the cold stone walls, but she moved with ease, completely at home in the dimly lit passageways.

As she passed by her father’s classroom, she glanced at the door, her smirk deepening. He was probably still fuming, still pacing in his quarters, grumbling to himself about how utterly impossible she was. The thought sent a wave of satisfaction through her.

Reaching the entrance to the common room, she murmured the password, stepping inside as the heavy stone door slid open. The familiar green glow of the lake filtered through the high windows, casting an eerie luminescence over the room. Most of her housemates had already retired for the night, but Selina paid them no mind as she made her way toward her dormitory, still thoroughly pleased with herself.

Her father may have been Elusive, Mysterious, Fearsome Potions Master of Hogwarts, but to her, he was simply Dad. And tonight, she had won.

Back in his quarters, Severus let out a deep, exhausted sigh as he collapsed into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose once more.

“I am doomed,” he muttered.

You chuckled, moving behind him to press your hands against his tense shoulders. “You raised her,” you reminded him, kneading the knots beneath your fingers. “You made her.”

Severus groaned, closing his eyes as he let his head fall back against the chair. “A grave mistake.”

You smirked, leaning down to brush a kiss against his temple. “You love her.”

Severus huffed, though there was the slightest hint of reluctant fondness in his voice. “…Unfortunately.”

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xreaderdumpster · 3 days ago

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Steven Grant x Long distance! Reader

Came up with these headcanons the other day while on the train into London! Hope you enjoy! For all non-American readers- Spoons is short for Weatherspoons a chain of pubs here in the UK!

Always texting. Even during his shifts at work, expect to receive at least one message about how he misses you or how he is bored at work. Probably sneak pics of the new merch the museum is selling.

When you two do see each other, he meets you at the train station without question. Steven prefers the bigger stations (e.g. London St. Pancras) not only for its tube connections but because there’s options for last minute gifts!

Lots of PDA when you spend time together around London. Lots of hand holding, tentative arms around the waist on the tube, a crushing hug when he sees you, that kind of thing!

I imagine you two would go museum/exhibition hopping around London. Will likely buy a souvenir at each stop (whether it’s a postcard he can fill out and send a letter to you later, matching keyrings, etc.)

He’s not a big selfie person but he doesn’t mind them if he’s with you! It’s a rare date day for the two of you, of course he wants photo memories! Steven will sneak in a cute photo of you without you knowing though. The kind that ends up making you look better than any selfie.

He will insist on stopping every possible chance. Museum benches so you can admire the sculptures, any kinds of cafes for water/coffee breaks and of course a nice restaurant (maybe a Spoons if you wanna be cheap and cheerful) for lunch/dinner

As expected, Steven hates it when you have to leave. He’ll get sad, probably pouting slightly as he leans his head on your shoulder “Does today really have to end, love?” He will end up a love sick puppy until he sees you again. Marc and Jake will have to deal with his pouting and yearning until then.

#x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight #steven x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you

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honeyhour · 2 days ago

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“ah, i see... that was nice of her, and considering this is the place you brought us to when you weren’t even thinking, it must have left a good impression, so she did her job well. what’s her name?” he’s already called este a friend once or twice before and friends make the effort to get to know one another better, don’t they? she won’t deny that she’s been curious about him from the beginning and if he had chosen to head home without attempting to reach out, she might have been able to lay those feelings to rest and carry on with her life. now, that intrigue is only growing with every extra minute spent in his presence. so long as he’s willing to share a little, she’s willing to listen. “dinner and a view? yeah, i’d say it’s not too shabby.” settling down next to him and leaning back against the bench to get more comfortable, she spares him a glance from the corner of her eye. “if you’re really so insistent on seeing me again after tonight, i hope you have interesting plans for next time too. no pressure, of course, but if we’re going to be sneaking around... we’ve gotta make it worth it, right?” high risk, high reward.

"soup would be nice. if anything, i'll likely end up calling that overpaid doctor i was telling you about earlier." as casually as he can listen to his own heartbeat, jesper doesn't take well to nursing himself back to peak health. he's got his own little caretaker for that. "you're the one who wants to be thought of as the best... most car insurance people want to ensure that their policies are chosen out of all the rest. but i get your point and i will think about it." to be fair, he already calls her este. thinks she could've gotten a bit more creative with it for the sake of their little roleplaying exercise. jesper steps out after her, locking the door behind him as he makes sure to stretch up and out. having not really moved much this weekend has him feeling stiff but being able to graze a bit outside certainly takes the edge off. he's in the middle of a deep breath in when she asks, ultimately interrupting his brief meditation with a small burst of laugher. "okay, i won't. but no. i actually... didn't realize i still remember how to get here, i just sort of drove us out and up. i've only been here maybe two times. the first time was with my caretaker. she thought i was spending too much time at home and took us out here for some fresh air, just the two of us." looking over at the city lights beneath, jesper takes a seat on the bench and pats the spot next to him. "what do you think? not too shabby for a first date, huh?"

#script / este lastra.#threads / este & jesper.#inkshadow

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deluforlulu · 1 day ago

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Soon You'll Get Better

Summary: Luigi comforts you during a hospital visit to have an iron infusion

Word count: 2,206 words

Pure fluff and perhaps the sappiest fic I've ever written.

It had been a few weeks now since your anemia diagnosis. The signs were all there and your boyfriend, Luigi, had been the first to show any notice. Your fair skin was paler than normal and mysterious bruises started to appear on your body. When the two of you went to the gym to work out, you had to cut your exercises short due to you feeling short of breath and as if your heart was going to pound out of your chest. Every activity in general though seemed to take a lot out of you. Not even caffeine helped. You just wanted to sleep.

After much encouragement from Luigi, you gave in and decided to go to your doctor for some blood tests. To your shock, it turned out that you only had a ferritin of five! Your doctor had even commented that he didn’t know how you were leading a normal life with such a low ferritin level. Almost immediately after the anemia diagnosis, your doctor had put in an order for you to get an iron infusion. Iron pills weren’t an option at this point. It would take several months for your levels to go up if you were to go that route. The doctor wanted immediate results and so did you.

It was a Sunday when Luigi drove you up to the hospital for the infusion. He had the heater on to keep the car toasty enough for your comfort and some music softly playing on the radio. You could feel him sneaking some concerned glances at you as you gazed out the window, observing the people and buildings that you passed by on the drive there. “You okay baby?” he asked, bringing you out of your thoughts. You turned and tried to give him the best smile that you could to reassure him. “Yeah, Lu. Why?” you asked. “I don’t know. You’ve been quiet most of the ride here. So, I just wanted to check.” he replied before taking your hand, wrapping his fingers around it gently.

A genuine smile came onto your face this time as you felt his fingers delicately caressing your palm. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just don’t know what to expect I guess” you replied as you intertwined your fingers with his. “It’ll be okay. You’re in good hands, you know? The doctors won’t let anything happen to you and neither will I.” he responded before looking right at you, giving you that usual ethereal smile of his.

Your heart warmed at just the sight and you remembered again just how much you loved this man. “I love you” you told him softly. You hoped he knew it too. Guilt had washed over you lately as you had worried that he thought you were taking him for granted. You had a tendency to push others away when you were going through something as trying as this and you had found yourself doing it with Luigi. He never seemed phased by it though and only pushed his way in to be there for you. He had taught you what it was like to be truly loved. “I love you too, y/n” he replied, kissing the top of your hand while you were at a stop light.

A heavy exhale slipped from your mouth after he had parked the car in the hospital parking lot. The medical anxiety that you have had for over a month washed over you while you viewed the large, gray building. “Lu, I don’t wanna do this. I-I can’t.” you declared, your voice cracking. You made the mistake of going online a few days before the infusion, discovering that it was possible to have an allergic reaction. Even anaphylaxis. You wished you never did as the possibility had been sitting in the back of your mind ever since then. Luigi turned to face you in the car, putting his strong hand on your cheek to get you to focus into the void of his honey brown eyes. “Y/n, yes you can. I know you can. Look how much you’ve been through already. This is just 45 minutes of your day then we can go. Also…” he drifted off.

Your eyes followed his movements as you watched him reach over the driver’s seat, grabbing a bag. “I brought this for you. I put a coloring book in here and some colored pencils. I also brought a blanket and sweater in here in case you get cold. See? You’ll have a distraction now.” he explained. Your eyes widened in surprise at the sweet gesture, not knowing what to say at first. “When did you do this?” you asked him. “When you were in the shower before we left” he replied, giving you another charming smile. You giggled, leaning him to kiss his lips. “This is so cute babe” you said, looking down to see his UPenn sweater sitting at the top of the bag. He leaned in this time and captured your lips in another kiss, savoring the moment for a while. “You got this y/n. I know it. Now let’s go.” he told you.

After making it up to the 5th floor of the hospital, Luigi and you were escorted from the waiting room and into a small, white room with a curtain. He sat right beside you in a nearby chair while the nurses moved swiftly to check your vitals and insert the IV into your arm. Although you tried your hardest to remain composed, your vitals showed quite the opposite with a raised heart rate and blood pressure. The nurses were also struggling to place an IV as you appeared so nervous that your veins kept spasming.They left temporarily after removing the previous IV to get some new equipment, leaving you with Luigi. He has his fingers wrapped around your arm that you had laid out on the arm of the chair, tracing random patterns along it.

The action soothed you, but you were starting to feel a little nauseous just now. It was no wonder though. You had not had anything to eat since you woke up. Just then, a nurse had opened the curtain, prepared to try another IV on the opposite arm with the new equipment that she had required. To your luck, this one managed to be successful. Finally, the two of you were in silence, minus the faint hums of the infusion monitor. Your arm felt stiff from all of the tape wound around to secure the needle inside it. Luigi leaned forward, resting his toned arms on his knees as he reached out, caressing your leg. “How are you feeling baby? Anything I can do?” he asked.

You groaned softly. “Nauseous” you replied, looking down with your eyes closed as you tried to center yourself. Your boyfriend’s broad shoulders stiffened as he straightened his stance. “From the infusion?’ he asked you. “I don’t think so. I just..I didn’t eat anything before we left for the hospital” you confess. Luigi’s thick eyebrows furrowed as he carefully cupped your chin and tilted your head up, looking at you with worry. “Y/n, you need to eat. Your body needs the fuel” he spoke. “Yeah, I know. I just felt stressed for the infusion and was not very hungry.” You sheepishly responded even though you knew he was not actually scolding you. He playfully made a tsking noise and reached into the bag he prepared, bringing out a snack pack of peanut butter and crackers. “And this is exactly why I brought these. I know you well, don’t I?” he smirked, causing your cheeks to become a tint of pink as you smiled. “Yeah yeah” you replied, feigning annoyance with your tone.

Luigi walked over to the chair he was in and moved it so that he was sitting in front of you now, taking a cracker out of the plastic baggie to feed you. You slightly leaned forward, taking a bite out of the cracker he was holding. You giggled after a moment from how endearing the act of Luigi feeding you was. “Lulu, you don’t have to feed me. I have hands” you teased him. You reached to take the cracker from him and froze when the infusion monitor made a loud beeping noise.

A nurse came in shortly after the beeping started and pushed a few buttons on the monitor to halt the beeping. “All better now. The monitor can be a little sensitive to movement. So, just be careful” she politely told you before leaving the room. Luigi turned back to you, giving you a satisfied look. “Looks like I got my wish. I’m gonna have to feed you.” he stated. You jokingly rolled your eyes, but complied and sat there comfortably while he fed you the peanut butter and crackers.

Once you felt satiated enough, Luigi tucked away the plastic bag.”Need anything else baby? Water? Are you warm enough?” he asked. You smiled with your eyes half lidded shut from exhaustion, heart fluttering.You looked at him admiringly, running a hand through his thick, dark curls. “You’re such a golden retriever” you teased him. He tilted his head to the side and grinned. “Golden retriever?.. What?..” he asked you, perplexed. “Yeah, you know. Golden retriever energy. Loyal, attentive, positive. It’s a good thing” you assured him and leaned in, tenderly kissing him. He returned the kiss, smiling against your lips. “Mm, you know me. I just like taking care of you” he explained between kisses.

After the infusion was over, you felt silly for being so worried. Overall, you felt fine minus an ache in both of your legs. According to the hospital staff though, that was to be expected. Once you arrived at the apartment Luigi and you shared, that was when the true fatigue had consumed you. Your legs felt like jelly while you changed out of your day clothes and switched into a silky tank top and matching pair of shorts you wear to bed. A soft moan escaped your lips once you closed your eyes and felt the blankets of the bed consume you like a cloud.

Your eyes flitted open after about an hour of sleep and you looked up, seeing Luigi walking into the room. He smiled as soon as he saw that you were awake. He was in a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt that he frequently wore to bed. You could tell that he must have gotten out of the shower from how his wet hair was clinging to his neck in heavy, glistening strands. “Hey princess” he greeted as he towered over you. "Mm, come to bed baby” you responded with a hand around his wrist, eyes barely open.

A lazy smile spread across your face when you felt the weight of the bed shift as he got into bed with you, scooping you up into his side. You fit into him perfectly like a missing piece. His skin was still warm from the shower and he smelled like the familiar zest of his cologne. His heartbeat steadily thumped beneath you as he landed a kiss to your forehead. “Mm..Can we stay like this forever?” you muffled against his chest. A genuine laugh reverberated off his chest at your question. “Sounds good to me..and do what?” he asked, amused. You shrugged as another smile teased at your laps. “I don’t care. Whatever. As long as it’s me and you and we don’t leave this bed” you declared, earning another laugh from him. “I could get used to that real fast” he purred.

You lifted your head and saw that he was starting to fall asleep. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed and lips pursed together. His long lashes fanned out finely against his cheeks. “Lu?” you whispered. “Hmm?” he asked, opening one eye to look at you. “I just wanted to say thank you.. Like not just for today, but everything. You take care of me better than anyone else ever has” you answered, pressing a kiss into the nape of his neck. He smiled down at you, running a hand through your hair. “What brought this on?” he asked. “I don’t know. I worry you think I take it for granted cause I can push you away when I’m stressed out. I hope you know that I don’t and that I’m always here for you too.” you emphasized. He cradled the back of your head and leaned in, kissing you deeply.

“Y/n, I know. You’re silly. Don’t worry. I don’t ask for anything in return either. I just want you to be happy and to know that I love you. That’s all I care about.” he assured you. “I love you too” you returned, giving him another passionate kiss. With those words, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence. The world outside faded out as you drifted into a deep slumber with Luigi, his arm snaked around your waist and holding you against him. Life could be hard and throw some of its toughest battles at you. As long as you had each other though, nothing could truly break you.

#rpf #luigi mangione #free luigi #luigi my beloved #luigi nicholas mangione

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himluv · 2 days ago

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Something I've Not Seen (the real thing)

This little oneshot came about thanks to the Writing Challenge Weekend hosted by @thedissonantverses ! I did find inspiration in a song lyric of my choosing (the title is pulled from "Echo" by Incubus – I highly recommend the rerecorded version off the Morning View XXIII album!)

This piece takes place post-Veilguard.

Enjoy!

Illario sat on the terrace of his room in the east wing of Villa Dellamorte. It was late, or, perhaps early, depending on one’s perspective, and he was attempting to enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning quiet.

Attempting, because the staff had used his request for coffee as an opportunity to remind him just which Dellamorte they preferred. As if he could ever forget. Lucanis had always favored the staff and so he’d always been spoiled by them.

But, even watered-down, lifeless coffee on his terrace was better than the bitter and over-roasted cups he’d made himself for the past few months he’d been sequestered in the northern side of the villa. His help with clearing out the lingering Venatori in Treviso, as well as at the final fight in Minrathous had finally earned him a little trust. Not much, but enough.

Even as a pariah, it was good to be back in his room. To have a quiet moment to himself without Viago’s permanent scowl directed at him.

It truly was peaceful. The terrace looked out onto a small courtyard surrounded by blooming bushes of crystal grace and lemon trees, birds trilling their morning songs as they flitted among the branches.

Once, long ago, it had been his aunt’s private courtyard, and she’d often spent her mornings reading in the sun. When they were very young, Illario and Lucanis had made a game of trying to sneak up on her through the gardens, but Ana Sofía always caught them. She’d set her book down and Lucanis would freeze while Illario shrieked with laughter and bolted for the bushes. She would chase them, though now Illario suspected she never put much effort into her hunt.

A woman’s laughter drifted up from the courtyard, startling him. It wasn’t sharp or snide, but soft and sweet. How long had it been since Villa Dellamorte had heard such a sound?

He peered over the railing to see bright auburn hair – a shock of autumn in the summer sun. Rook. She and Lucanis stepped into the courtyard from the narrow garden path, their shoulders pressed close together and their hands clasped. Rook wore her usual, bright leathers, so insistently out of place among all these Crows, while Lucanis wore his usual soft purple shirt, waistcoat, and slacks.

It was the same outfit Illario had helped him piece together almost a decade ago, he just occasionally added pieces in slightly different colors.

Illario watched as his cousin leaned in close to say something to Rook and she laughed again. He had to admit, she had a very attractive laugh, full-throated and bright. Rook was attractive, he supposed, in a way Illario would never have noticed if she weren’t around so much. She was… dynamic. Vibrant in a way unlike anything else in Villa Dellamorte.

Lucanis smiled at her as they approached the small table at the center of the courtyard. No, not a smile. A grin. A salacious grin, even. Illario had never seen such an expression on his cousin’s face before. He had long suspected it wasn’t possible. That his cousin lacked any of the baser desires which so often consumed Illario.

It was the only thing about Lucanis of which he hadn’t been jealous. Sensuality, desire, sexual prowess – these were things Illario had and Lucanis did not. But, looking down at his cousin now, with his paramour, it was clear Lucanis had found something with Rook. Or, perhaps she had unlocked something in him.

He watched, stunned, as Lucanis pulled her close and kissed her. And not a romantic, chaste kiss, either. It was a hungry thing with tongues and teeth and clinging hands. He watched, more than a little proud of his cousin, until they broke apart and pressed their foreheads together, sharing breath and staring into one another’s eyes.

That was what made Illario look away. Such adoration, the blatant intimacy. The tenderness. It was too much. It felt almost dirty to watch them like that, when they obviously believed they were alone.

In all the beds he’d shared, all the pleasure he’d known – both given and received – Illario had never had that. He had never looked upon a lover and seen their heart brimming in their eyes. Had never felt half the devotion he’d just seen on his cousin’s usually stoic face.

Whatever Lucanis and Rook had found together, Illario knew now that it was the real thing. His cousin had finally found what they had both always desperately needed.

Lucanis Dellamorte was in love.

And, perhaps even more surprising, Illario wasn’t jealous. After all he’d put his cousin through, Illario was just happy Lucanis had something good, at last. Something wholly his.

And, who knew? Perhaps Illario would prove lucky, for once. Perhaps Rook had a cousin!

#illario dellamorte #lucanis dellamorte #rookanis #embria aldwir #weekend writing challenge #song lyric prompts #dellamorte the lesser

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nanamineedstherapy · 8 hours ago

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Indisputable Evidence of Baby Girl Behavior

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

Summary: ✨Welcome to the National Baby Girl Census, where we gather empirical evidence on how quickly Gojo Satoru folds when you say one-just one-magic word. This is a scientific study (real). Read responsibly. Or don’t. I know y’all are feral. As usual, no physical details for the reader—like race, eye/hair color, skin tone, complexion, or body type—have been used. 🎭✨ So enjoy! 🥳📖 Fluff + Suggestive

You barely get one foot through the door before you’re launching yourself at Gojo, limbs wrapping around him like you’re some kind of deranged koala. He doesn't even stumble—just lets out a soft ‘oof’ as you cling to his back, your arms locked around his shoulders, legs dangling behind him.

"Well, hello there," he hums, tilting his head as if he can see you despite the blindfold. "Climbing up my back like a little Axolotl. Aren't you clingy today?"

You tighten your grip, smushing your cheek against the back of his head. "Nooo, I just musssssed you."

He laughs, the sound deep and amused, and shifts his weight so he can support you better. "Missed me? That's adorable." His hands slide under your thighs, effortlessly hoisting you up. "But I'm guessing there's more to it than just missing me, isn't there?"

You don’t respond immediately, just press your face into his shoulder, inhaling the faint lingering scent of his cologne. He’s warm, ridiculously so, and solid beneath your touch.

Then, with a carefully calculated move, you let one hand wander—discreetly, of course—towards his chest.

Gojo stills for half a second before his lips curl into a knowing smirk. "Now, now. What are you up to, baby? You trying to get a feel of something there?"

You blink innocently. "I'm just a baby."

He snorts, finally turning so he can pin you with an amused expression. "Oh, you're a baby, huh? A little innocent thing that can’t control her impulses?"

"Nooo."

His grin sharpens. "Then what are you doing, baby?" His voice drops, low and teasing, his breath fanning over your skin. "Trying to touch me so boldly? You aren’t as innocent as you claim to be, are you?"

"Sorry."

You’re not sorry. You prove that immediately by sneaking another grab and squeezing.

Gojo laughs outright this time, the sound rich and indulgent, and he doesn't bother stopping you. "Still at it, are you?" He tuts, shaking his head. "You're a sly little thing, aren’t you? Trying to act all innocent, but your hands tell a different story."

"Boobies," you mumble shamelessly.

His shoulders shake with laughter. "Boobies, huh? You’re really not holding back, are you?" He shifts his grip on you, hands tightening around your thighs. "Can’t keep your hands to yourself, baby?"

You pout, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "You are so, so cute and..." You swallow, feeling your face heat up. "Hot."

Gojo chuckles, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "You think I’m cute and hot, huh? Well, I can’t blame you for being attracted to all this." He gestures to himself grandly, like he’s presenting a gift to the world.

You make the mistake of looking at him—the smirk, the tousled white hair, the sheer Gojo-ness of him—and immediately combust. Die blushing.

His laughter is immediate—the kind of unrestrained joy that makes your heart flip. "You're so easy to tease, you know that?" He nudges your forehead playfully with his own. "All it takes is a few words, and you're blushing like a schoolgirl."

"Aaaah," you wail, shoving your face into his chest, pretending it can somehow shield you from his relentless teasing.

"Aww, hiding your face now?" Gojo coos, tilting his head to try and peek at you. "Too flustered to look me in the eye?"

You grumble into his boobies. "Y… yes."

He hums, clearly savoring the moment. "That’s adorable, baby. You’re so cute when you're all flustered like this." His lips brush against your temple, a whisper of warmth. "It just makes me want to tease you even more."

You groan, smacking your forehead against his chest. "You're the worst."

"Mm, but I'm your worst," he purrs.

You hate that he’s right.

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Dinner had been eventful—mostly because Gojo had spent half of it going on a tangent about some new cursed technique theory, and the other half stealing food off your plate like he was entitled to it. Now, you were both sprawled out in bed, full and content, except Gojo was still talking.

He was lying on his back, gesturing as he rambled about something you stopped following ten minutes ago. You were curled up beside him, facing his chest, blinking sleepily as his words blurred into white noise.

"—and then I told Jogo, 'Please, do you really think you can outmaneuver me?' Like, the audacity of some people, right, baby?" He huffed, as if personally offended. "Honestly, I think I should start charging people just to be in my presence—"

"Daddy."

You said it absentmindedly—mostly an intrusive word, stretching slightly against the sheets, your voice soft and lazy. It wasn’t meant to be anything special—just a single word slipping past your lips in the middle of his monologue.

“Hm, yes baby?” He always paid attention to whatever you said, no matter how much he was busy rambling.

But then Gojo froze.

Mid-sentence. Mid-breath. Mid-existence.

His entire body tensed as if you had just activated some forbidden cheat code.

Slowly, so slowly, his head turned toward you, his bright blue eyes piercing through the dim lighting of the bedroom.

"...What did you just say?"

You blinked up at him, confused. "Huh?"

His smirk was gone. This was new territory now.

"You called me Daddy," he murmured, voice dropping an octave.

Oh.

You had expected him to barely notice; maybe hum in acknowledgment and keep talking.

Not this. Not the intensity that was suddenly crackling in the air like static electricity.

You swallowed. "I—uh, yeah?"

Gojo propped himself up on one elbow, his full attention now locked onto you like a moth to a flame. The lazy amusement that was always in his expression had shifted into something… different. His fingers brushed against your jaw, tilting your face up.

"You do realize what you just did, right?" His voice was smoother now, quieter—like he was savoring the moment.

You squirmed under his gaze. "I mean… I just said it…"

He let out a slow chuckle. "Oh, baby," he drawled, his fingers trailing down your arm, featherlight. "You can't just drop that on me and not expect a reaction."

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip. "I didn't think you'd—"

"Pay attention?" He smirked, leaning down until his lips hovered just over yours. "Oh no, sweetheart. Now you have my full, undivided attention."

You could feel the warmth radiating off him, the weight of his gaze, the way his hand lazily traced patterns on your hip like he was waiting for you to make a move.

It was unfair how fast he could flip the script.

"...Oops?" You tried, voice smaller than you intended.

Gojo grinned, his free hand slipping under your chin, tilting it up further. "Oops?" he echoed. "That’s all you have to say?"

You bit your lip, trying to play innocent. "I'm just a baby."

His smirk widened. "Oh, you are playing dangerous tonight, huh?" His fingers trailed lower, teasing, deliberate. "You think you can just say that and not face the consequences?"

You had severely underestimated the power of that single word.

And now you were at Gojo Satoru’s mercy.

The air—now thick with warmth, the kind that settled deep into your bones, making your body sink further into the plush mattress. The room was quiet now, except for the faint hum of the city beyond the windows and the sound of Gojo shifting beside you.

You could feel him still watching, eyes lingering, fingers tracing mindless patterns against the sliver of skin exposed beneath your shirt. There was something undeniably smug about the way he held you—loose enough to let you breathe, but firm enough to remind you exactly who had the upper hand.

You swallowed, willing your pulse to slow. "I—"

"Shhh," Gojo cut in smoothly, pressing a single finger to your lips. "You seem nervous, baby."

"I'm not…?"

He grinned. "Lying already? You do know I can hear your heartbeat, right?"

You glared, but it lacked real heat in the dark, especially when his hand dragged lazily over the hem of your bra.

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken words, until your mouth moved before your brain could catch up.

"Daddy."

It wasn’t calculated this time—like hadn’t been before. Not a tease. Just a quiet, automatic murmur as you shifted against him, stretching your limbs.

And without hesitation—without even thinking—Gojo responded.

"Yes, baby?"

Your breath caught.

He hadn’t paused. Hadn’t even blinked. The words had slipped from his lips like second nature, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

His hand was still tracing your bra, fingers curling slightly, and when you lifted your head to look at him, he was already smirking.

"Something wrong?" he asked, tilting his head like he didn’t just casually obliterate your entire sense of composure.

"You—" You blinked, heat rising to your face. "You responded so fast."

Gojo chuckled, shifting in a way that he was hovering too close to your body. His hand trailed under your bra, playing with your left breast, kneeding the soft skin with a touch so gentle that it made your stomach drop as you bit your lower lip to stifle a moan.

"Of course, I did." He leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost against your lips. "What, you think I’d ignore my baby when she calls for me?"

The words coiled around your spine, pooling low in your stomach, and you had to physically stop yourself from squirming.

His fingers slid to your nipple, warm against your skin, slow and deliberate. "You sound so sweet when you say it, too," he mused, voice dropping to that dangerously smooth tone. "Like you don't even realize what you're doing to me."

You swallowed hard. "I—"

He tutted, fingers flexing against your hard nipple. "Don't back down now, baby."

Your throat went dry.

It was impossible to argue when his hands were on you like this, lazy and teasing, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

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A/N: Congratulations. You have successfully witnessed Gojo Satoru’s immediate and catastrophic shutdown. 🎉 I left the ending ambiguous on purpose. Feel free to hallucinate that you either A) topped like a menace to society or B) got backshots so violent, with Gojo's hand around your throat, that you briefly entered the astral plane and shook hands with God. (Totally not because I think I write smut like an AI trying to generate Shakespearean erotica.)

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agirllovespancakes · 20 hours ago

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Ooo I saw your requests are temporarily opened!! I hope this is okay!!

Can I please request a Demetri x fem!reader where she was one of the newborns turned by Victoria, and when Dem, Felix, Jane, and Alec are there watching the newborn vamps and discussing what to do, Y/n (because she has special vamp abilities) is the only calm, in control newborn and she can sense that her mate is near (Demetri) and much to the four of their surprise, she goes right up to them, straight to Demetri, and says she is scared and needs help (poor girl doesn’t know what is going on). I’m sure the Felix, Jane, and Alec would’ve tried to attack her but she sends them flying away from her without even touching them (maybe she has telekinesis and can control fire, water, air, ice). Anyways The Kings are absolutely ECSTATIC to meet Y/n and Demetri makes her feel right at home🥰

One of the newborns

A/N: Ah Demetri my favorite guard. Ohh I struggled a little bit with how I could have her approach him realistically but I hope you like this ❤️ Thank you for the request lovely!

He was shouting. Riley’s nostrils flared as annoyance seeped through his demeanor when he grabbed a kid by its legs and threw him on top of another kid. They both scrambled for their lives, knowing that to anger Riley meant your head could be ripped off. You took an unnecessary deep breath, feeling the way the air went towards your lungs and back out without effect. You watched Riley shout at a few other newborns who were so stupid to attack civilians in the middle of the streets.

Riley was kind if you followed the rules. Which you did, you tried to do everything exactly as he said so. There were more newborns so calm and in control like you. Bree was one of them but she was so young. You were sure she was just a teenager. She followed Riley like a puppy but you knew she was smart. She would probably figure it out soon what his plan was. And you? Well, you were having a feeling that something was out there for you. Something more important than this. Perhaps it had to do with your gift. You did not tell Riley about it and you killed the other vampire who was there when you found out. It was instinct, you had to kill her so no one would know. And since that night you tried with every part of your being to not use it. The longer you withheld it the more you felt a burn inside you, a need to use it. Even if it could kill you. You were terrified to use it in front of Riley.

This night was not particularly special. The moon was bright and most newborns had once again fucked up with the rules from Riley. He tore the head off a newborn who tried to attack him. Riley was actually not stronger than the newborns but he knew what to do, the redheaded woman probably taught him. You were curious about the redheaded woman but you made sure to never ask. This alleyway was disgusting and you sat down next to a container to watch one of the others drink from a dead man. It was messy; his limbs were everywhere. You had grabbed an arm to lick off the blood the other vampire had not drank yet. It was delicious.

As you watched the others grab more bodies you caught sight of something in the distance. It was merely a second visible but you sneaked off to a different building so you could see that area better. Four vampires disappearing into the night with dark cloaks. Their clothing made it easy for them to seem invisible to humans. But you saw them and now you were watching them from behind.

You gulped when one of them, a tall vampire, turned around and fell to his knees. He howled in pain as a tiny vampire behind him stared him down. Her smile was evil, the one next to her looked at them in boredom while the fourth seemed to enjoy the show. Your gaze shifted from the tall man to the fourth man. Beneath his cloak he was wearing an old-fashioned outfit. As if he was born centuries ago. Perhaps he was- they all seemed ancient. However, you couldn’t stop looking away. There was something about him.

Riley had once said something about how he was her mate. The mate from the redheaded woman. It meant that you were born for each other. Soulmates but for eternity. He said that sometimes you could sense them when they were nearby and sometimes it takes the mate to actually seek them out. It is different for every vampire, he explained. He had not much experience either; barely grown out of his newborn phase. But perhaps this was what he meant. You couldn’t stop; you felt a sudden urge to just walk up to him. Which was terrifying because what if they would kill you? Why were they looking at the newborns from afar?

You weighted down the options and as the tall vampire got up again and listened to what the tiny vampire had to say- you got up and slowly walked up to them. It all happened in seconds; the tall vampire was about to jump at you and because it scared you, you used your gift in all its untrained glory to throw him off you. Next a hand was curled around your throat and you were pressed into a brick wall by the fourth man. His hissing was heard loudly in your ear and you whimpered when you could feel your throat cracking underneath his hand.

Looking up into his eyes you saw he had soft crimson red eyes. The color of red was faded by age but rage and curiosity was visible in his features. He frowned as he looked down at you. Biting his lips as he watched your features. You gasped for relief when his hold on your throat was not as tight anymore. And then his features softened, his eyes crinkled and you gasped for air; staring at how pretty he was.

“Demetri,” an angelic voice spoke up from behind him. “Care to explain?”

Oh, his name was Demetri. You placed your hand on his as he turned his head to look at the tiny vampire. He answered with only one sentence: Et petram, ex saxum. You did not know what it meant but it was clearly sacred. All three of them took a step backwards while Demetri turned his head back towards you. He was smiling.

Demetri moved his thumb towards your chin, making you lift your head. He was tilting his head sideways, examining you as if in wonder.

His voice was soothing when he spoke again; “say, how long ago were you turned, my love?”

It was embarrassing to not know what to say. You felt like he could watch right through you. You whispered: “Three months ago, I think.”

“So young, parva exspiravit.” His smile grew wider.

You had no idea what he was saying. You wanted to ask but you were nervous.

Suddenly the tall man spoke up as well: “I believe it is time we return.”

“I agree with you this time, Felix,” the tiny vampire added.

Demetri lifted his other hand and cupped both your cheeks now. He was cradling your head as if you were fragile. Perhaps you were fragile compared to him. He looked ancient and yet as if he was just reborn. You started smiling because of how childlike his wide smile was. He pressed his forehead against yours and you gasped because of the intense eye contact. You couldn’t look away, he wouldn’t let you.

“I waited centuries for you,” he whispered.

Oh, he had existed for a really long time already.

“Come with me, we have a home in Volterra.”

Wait, you were turned by the redheaded woman. Riley wouldn’t let you go. You were an important asset, he had said a few days ago. “I can’t, Riley will kill me if I disobey him. I am important for his mate’s mission. You need to help me escape them.”

You shrieked when he growled suddenly.

“No, no one will kill what belongs to me. You are coming with me, all right? I will protect you.”

“Oh.”

You whimpered when he leant upwards to place a kiss on your forehead. It was intimate, it felt intimate. He cupped your cheeks tighter now, as if he wouldn’t let you go anymore. The gesture made you feel safe somehow. As if he was going to be your new home.

“The kings will love you. You belong with us.”

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