#FLUTTER IS MY WIFE BTW

[d1llyd0p]

simple flutter doodle before i start dandy posting fr

i just wanted to make sure that my first dandy related thing i posted was her

[saintslewis]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 | lh44

— one shot.

pairing: lewis hamilton x black fem!oc; nadia hamilton

summary: a very very special day for the hamiltons in tuscany.

warnings: cussing, a bit of social media

saint’s team radio 💌: happy valentine’s day my angels! wanted to give a little something (very small btw) and what better day than the day of love. hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

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TUSCANY, ITALY

august ‘24

“I like this. I like that I’ll get used to this life for a while, you know? It’s definitely a breath of fresh air from gloomy weather in Silverstone, no offence.” Nadia spoke, watching the sun slowly rise above the hills of Tuscany, the smell of fresh flowers wafting through the air of the master bedroom of their airbnb.

The mood in the house has been very good since they landed, the celebrations still lingering from lewis’ last win in Spa two weeks ago. It had just been the two of them before he takes a trip with his crew and Nadia having work commitments before ultimately joining them in Mozambique.

She lifted her head from his bare chest, looking into the man’s eyes, lightly swollen after waking up 20 minutes before. All he could do was hum in response, bringing his hand to rub her arm as she cuddled into him further under the sheets. “You’re right, wouldn’t mind moving here but it’d be quite the trip to Maranello.” He grumbled, lifting his upper body to lean against the headboard.

Glancing at the small clock on his bedside table, Lewis calmed himself down, knowing he’d spend the entire day just being close to his wife.

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The pints of ice cream they held were nearly frozen in their hands but the two enjoyed it nonetheless. Sitting outside on the patio overlooking the massive pool that showcased the afternoon sun, Nadia took in the feeling of a vacation, finally after a long season of constant work.

“I never knew what to expect from this place,” Nadia started. “I always thought it was filled with young people and clubs and everything but it’s so…peaceful here. I feel like a puppy in a sunflower field.” She spoke, digging into her caramel flavoured ice cream.

Lewis snorted at her last sentence. “A puppy? Your descriptions are always so…interesting to listen to.” He teased, brushing his foot by her leg.

“Don’t laugh. I feel like a golden retriever just running through the hills having the time of my life.” I smile, ducking her head in laughter and slight shyness at her words.

Lewis felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter around as he watched her giggle to herself at her jokes as time passed by. He was eternally grateful that he convinced her to go into the town center for some ice cream, giving enough time for the people he hired to set up and leave in just the nick of time.

“Baby…baby!” Lewis snapped out of it once he heard the snap of Nadia’s fingers. “Thought I lost you there. I’m just gonna go change my shoes, okay? Don’t know what the hell I was thinkin’ breaking in new shoes.” She sighed, already taking them off and standing up from her seat.

Lewis nodded, swiftly moving the pint of ice cream to his lap to hide the bouncing of his leg. “That’s fine, Nads. You’ll catch me in the sun room, yeah?” He looked up at her, his nerves moving at a speedy rate.

“Sun room? It’s basically the patio with glass.” Nadia chuckled, holding her shoes in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Yeah, but the views are better.” Lewis shrugged, trying his best to stay normal.

Her eyebrows furrowed then relaxed. “Alright, gramps. Whatever you say. Hey, can we roll some in there?” Her voice going soft at her last sentence, not wanting anyone to hear even if the nearest neighbours were far down the road.

Lewis shook his head in amusement. He rather enjoyed seeing Nadia high and flimsy, much more animated than she actually is. “Sure, we can smoke. Just one though, Nads.” He said, seeing her smile widen.

Squealing, she leaned down to give him a kiss on the cheek and forehead. “Thank youuuu. I’ll be right back!” And with that, she hopped into the house and up the grand stairs.

Leaving Lewis to hype himself up and feel his pocket one last time before standing up and heading to the sun room, decorated in the most perfect flowers and sparkles just for the love of his life.

Nadia’s sandals snapped against the tiles as she headed to her next destination, her phone and small tin of joints in her hand as she hummed to herself. Getting closer and closer, she could smell her favourite incense scent of strawberry vanilla but thought that she was probably homesick.

The thing that did scare her a bit was that she began hearing the exact song that she was just humming - freudian by daniel caesar.

With her hands suddenly clammy, she reached for the door handle, opening it to what she thought was a dream.

There Lewis was, standing at the end of the white Persian rug with huge bouquets of lilies and white roses surrounding him. A small table of her favourite pastries on a tower with a few drinks on there with a few little trinkets. Just above him were strings of polaroid and printed pictures of the two of them, their favourite photos.

It was as if she was at the altar and the love of her life was at the end waiting for her.

Nadia first instinct? She screamed before covering her mouth.

“Lewis! Lewis! Lewiiiiiis!” She exclaimed, dragging out his name as she stepped into the sun room. “Lewis, what the fuck! How the hell did you do this, oh my god!” She squeezed her eyes shut before opening them again.

And just like that, the water works began.

Her legs gave up on her as she was now kneeling on the rug, covering her face as tears rose in her eyes. “I didn’t even dress all nice.” She sniffled, wiping her bare face. “Lewis, what the fuck?!” She sobbed while laughing simultaneously.

As she dropped to the ground, he immediately joined her, holding her as she cried tears of joy. “Baby, can I make my speech now before I forget it?” He chuckled, moving his thumbs to wipe her tears.

“No! I’m not ready!” She giggled to herself, quickly pulling herself together and standing up, leaving Lewis to kneel on one knee. “Okay okay, now I am.” She smiled at him, wiping the mini tears.

“Alright,” Lewis took a deep breath in. “Nadia Thandeka Hamilton. You are the air to my lungs, the sun beams that shine through the clouds when it’s raining and you are the flower that first blooms in spring.” He began, his tears pricking his eyes.

“Holy shit, this is…” He chuckled. “You and I are married legally however I hadn’t thought of the fact that I was ever going to fall in love with you the way I did in such a short period. You accepted my life, my family and friends like your own and you changed your life around for me. I’m eternally grateful for you and eternally thankful for our parents pairing us together.”

Nadia giggled, caressing his cheek as she waited for him to finish. “I am in love with you and I always will be in this life and the next. You already held my last name but now you hold my heart and soul with it too.” Lewis smiled softly up at her.

He reached into his pocket to take out a blue velvet box, opening to show the most beautiful diamond ring Nadia had ever seen in her life. “And with that I ask….Nadia, will you marry me?….Again?” Lewis held the box up to her and he just felt her hug in a millisecond.

Nadia tightly hugged him, breathing in the scent she found home in. “A million time yes. Always.” She whispered, pulling back to look him in the eye.

The two crashed their lips together, delving into each other’s mouths with a sensual touch to him, pouring their love into the kiss. After a moment of passion, he pulled back to reach for the precious ring.

“It’s perfect…” She muttered, watching it glitter in the sunset of the Tuscan countryside. “Thank you….” Nadia sniffled, the ring fitting snug around her finger.

“And…and I have another surprise. So, I know how important your culture is to you and how much you value it. I’m more than okay with having a traditional Zulu wedding and a white wedding.” He revealed, watching her eyes widen.

Nadia’s jaw dropped. “You….Oh my god. But how? Where? My family home is not in the best…..” She trailed off, watching his smile grow bigger.

“I may have sorta kinda built you a house. Back home. In South Africa.”

And just like that, it was lights out as she fainted in excitement.

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[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | part one

“honeymoonin’”

part two | first impressions

A/N: I ehm. May or may not have gotten the inspiration for this bc of a porn channel that I watch 🫣 this is not proofread btw! P.S this is my smutty little treat for y’all b4 I drop chapter 11 of slow hands 🥲

~word count: 1k~

Summary: the morning after your honeymoon with your pornstar husband, Joel Miller

Pairing | pornstar!husband! Joel Miller x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, mentions of the porn industry, fluff ,established relationship, husband!joel, intimacy, bush love!!, 30’s reader/40’s Joel , oral (f!receiving) Joel has a big cock (canon) silly vibes, sex tape, pet names, reader has no physical descriptions, +18, minors dni!

You and your husband Joel Miller met through the porn industry. The first time you met him before you were set to film together you were immediately hooked by his southern charm. “Well, hello gorgeous. Ain’t you jus’ the sweetest, n’prettiest thing I’ve ever had the pleasuring’ of layin’ my eyes on. Goddamn. Names Joel, and what might your name be, darlin?’” You told him your name and shook hands. After that initial meeting..You kept things professional, but everytime you did a film with him, your pussy and your heart would flutter. You had never said yes faster in your life than when Joel requested to take you out to dinner one night after a late shoot. Burgers, fries, a milkshake for two, and Joel Fuckin’ Miller’s big cock, and his Texas twang.

Once you and Joel officially started dating, you started your own porn channel together and your videos were a hit. The intimacy and chemistry on camera was never faked, and there was real love blossoming between the two of you. People loved it. There was something about casual, real intimacy that really got your viewers going.

The money earned on the films went straight to buying you an enormous rock to put on your pretty finger. Joel spoiled you in every aspect, and you were over the moon when he asked you to be his wife.

One impromptu wedding in Vegas later, Pornhub paid for your entire honeymoon to the Fiji Islands.

In the middle of the king sized bed was a gift directly from Pornhub with a new camera, toys, lube, and a congratulations letter from some of yours and Joel’s fellow adult filmmakers.

You put that camera to good use immediately.

The following morning you awoke to an empty bed, but a note left on the dresser in your husbands penmanship

Goodmornin’, babydoll. I went out for a run, but I’ll be back in a jiffy. Can’t wait to fuck my wife and then feed ya some fresh fruit, and then fuck ya some more. Oh, and I booked us couples massages later this afternoon! Love you so much, honey.

-Joel xx.

You let out a girlish giggle and kiss the note before setting it down on the nightstand.

When he returns he’s drenched in sweat that seeps through the fabric of his t-shirt that adorns his body in all the right places. He’s got that twinkle in his eye, and that dimple poking out of his cheek that you love so dearly.

“Have a nice run, baby?” You grin at him over the rim of your book as he approaches.

“Mhm. S’gonna be an absolutely gorgeous day out there.” He drawls and watches as you set your book down on the nightstand.

“Yeah? Well, I think my husband should gimme his cock so that we can go out and enjoy this gorgeous day.” You curl your pointer finger inwards in a come hither motion for him to come closer.

“Oh, you want my cock? Hmm..what a temptin’ offer that is, honeybun.” He teases.

“But I want you to strip for me first, Joel. Give your wife a little show.” You wink and reach for the camera on the nightstand and flip it on.

“A strip tease, eh? I think I can handle that.” He chuckles and reaches for the hem of his shirt and slowly pulls it over his head just as your thighs slowly spread open over the comforter and your hand slips down between them to lightly play with yourself.

He grabs the waistband of his shorts and playfully snaps it against the lower part of his stomach with a grin before he slowly tugs it down over his hips. His cock is semi-hard beneath the confines.

“Fuck.” You breathe, “I’m the luckiest woman alive.” You beckon him closer and obliges. He takes his lower lip between his teeth when your soft and warm palm wraps around the underside of his shaft, fondling him gently while you hold the camera steady in your freehand.

“Shit. Y’got that all wrong, sugar. M’the luckiest motherfucker alive with the hottest, kindest, most beautiful wife. Fuck.” He hisses between his teeth.

You giggle softly at his reaction and slowly begin to pump your hand around him and twist your wrist in a corkscrew motion.

“And this cock is all mine, right baby? Fuck, it’s so pretty. I fuckin’ love you and your cock.”

“All fuckin’ yours, sugar plum.” He groans and leans down to slot his lips with yours, slipping his tongue past your mouth in a heated, bruising kiss. His cock grows hard and heavy beneath your soft touch and he pulls away only to climb on the bed on his knees, and grab the underside of your thighs to spread you apart further.

“And this pussy is all fuckin’ mine, ain’t she?” He rasps and looks up at you and the camera that is now angled downwards.

“All fuckin’ yours, baby. And she’s absolutely dripping for you right now.”

“Can see that, honeypie.” He chuckles and nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and bites down playfully. He doesn’t mind the coarse, thick, swirling hair on your pussy tickling the patches on his beard. He fucking loves you in your natural state, and he lets you know it by devouring your cunt whole. He kisses and suckles on your clit like it’s the sweetest candy he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. His jaw goes slack as he laps up your arousal that seeps out of you like sweet honey from a hive. He groans against you, the bridge of his nose buried against the hair on your pubic bone. He inhales your scent, musky, erotic, and all you. He drinks you in, feasts, and feasts while you cry out his name.

Loving Joel Miller came easy, and while he has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen, it’s his ginormous heart that really sealed the deal for you.

When he hears the camera click shut and fall to the unoccupied space on the bed, he grins and continues to eat his favorite fucking meal; you. Until your tugging on the roots of his scalp and reaching down between his thighs to grasp his heavy cock once more and pull him into you.

Fuck your wife like you mean it, Joel.

Don’t gotta ask me twice, sugar.

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[yaekiss]

i shall add the visuals of...

bladie panting softly as he slowly drags his tongue up your length. eyes fluttering open just the slightest so he can watch your face as he feels your cock twitch when he gives the tip a sweet kiss

mydei taking advantage of bladie taking breaks to breathe, taking you deep into his mouth and throat. he's practiced plenty with it before, and a warrior doesn't do things halfway, so he has a good few moments to bob his head, strong hands on your thighs and the warmth of his throat is all you can feel

bladie gets a bit handsy. he's spent so long alone, and while mydei is comfortable with his body and skinmanship (clearly, you shamelessly ogle and fondle that chest when you wake up to the sight of it), bladie is a bit sweet in how inexperienced he is. soft whines as you card your fingers through his hair as he kisses your shaft, eyes fluttering shut when you guide his head where you want him to be, gaze (heady with lust) only ever focused on you or the cock on his tongue

mydei who makes sure you stay standing. he doesn't start until he's sure you're leaning against the wall with most of your weight, and even when he's busy being your cockdrunk, gruff wife, his hands are on your legs and thighs, holding you up and catching you if your knees buckle.

OH MY GOD PULPIE........ U SPOIL ME TRULY WITH YOUR WRITING

I can't believe I'm only seeing this when I have to rush out of the house I NEED TO GET ALL MY THOUGHTS WRITTEN OUT IN 6 MINUTES!!!

handsy bladie.... are you kidding me. he's always a bit awkward with holding and touching you when any of the more intimate activities start up, but that just makes it all the more endearing. at first, he keeps his hands planted on the more,,, acceptable places on you. but as he gets more and more aroused and worked up, he slowly moves to knead and paw at you, his fingers pressed into the meat of your thigh (never enough to hurt of course, yet firm enough to remind you to pay attention to him alone)

mydei!! when he takes you all the way down to your root, he probably looks up at you, gaze challenging as if to say, "can't you see how much better I can take you?" (blade is glowering at him from his side btw. so grumpy.)

oh my days. blade whining when you card your fingers through his hair??? he lovessss the feeling of you tugging his hair lightly and guiding him I bet. open-mouthed panting as he drags his tongue across when you shift him...

do you think blade has a gag reflex. mydei might have one but then, as you've said, he's trained enough with you to be familiar enough and control it (he's wrung you out sooooo many times before, thinking about it makes your knees weak). he loves it when he deepthroats you and both your hands go to rest on either sides of his head, the encouraging praises you give him definitely spurring him on to take you in even deeper, tongue swirling beneath your length as he savours you.

[n0tamused]

Hi! New follower and I’m angy at myself for now following sooner T_T I’m going to look back at your works and binge read! Also, your OC is so?? Lovely?? I love her colors so much! 😭

If you still are doing your 1.5k event (congrats btw that’s AWESOME! 💜) would it be okay to request a romantic action prompt “8. Person B won't let Person A get out of bed by cuddling them” for my lovey wife Castorice? Gngnghh she deserves all the love in the world :( I just want to be able to touch and hold her and offer her love yknow? That’s what fanfic is for! :D

I wish you a lovely day! Congrats again on that milestone!! 💜💜

˖ ࣪⊹Castorice x Reader

Prompt: 8. Person B won't let Person A get out of bed by cuddling them

A/n: Hello! And welcome, welcome! :D It's never too late to join me for my shenanigans, so don't worry at all. I hope you enjoy what you see <3 Also thank you so much, I'm genuienly so happy to hear you like her :,) I also hope you enjoy this little treat of Castorice. Thank you for partaking in the event!

Contents: Castorice x Reader, Gn reader, fluff

Words: 502

Ko-fi |  1.5K followers event

“I must go..” she whispered with another attempt to make departure of the arms that ensnared her and kept her in bed, but you gave no sign of letting up. You murmured something through your lips, head still heavy with sleep and wanting her warmth. Need to have her close for just a moment longer. You told her you’d only keep her for a few more minutes, but that was nearly half an hour ago, and Castorice was speaking of going again. Her long hair was falling off her shoulders in messy strands, a rare sight of the Lady of Death, yet no less beautiful. 

Your lashes fluttered open, heavy eyelids making it a struggle to keep them open but seeing her was worth it. Her form, the faint outline of her body against the light of the early morning, was a vision you couldn’t bear to turn away from “Just a moment longer.. please.. I know you don’t have much on your schedule today” your eyes found her gaze and held it with intention, a need unspoken. Castorice faltered, her eyes softening while the edges of her jaw grew tense for a brief moment as she took in the sight of you. “You only need to see Lady Aglaea in like..nine hours from now..” The bed, still warm from the heat of your shared bodies, felt like a small universe where time had no hold, and you were two people who belonged in this space, at least for now

“The hour grows late..”

“Let it.. I have not seen you in a week besides for dinner, love..please?..” you countered, soft yet firm, riddled with sleep.

She sighed, the breath a mixture of surrender and contentment, and for the first time in what felt like forever, her body relaxed into the warmth of your embrace - although it would be no lie to say she did not crave this either, this thing you called ‘five more minutes’ that stretched on for an hour with your limbs growing more and more entangled. 

Human touch was a foreign thing to her, one could not blame her for still not being accustomed to it. You were the only one she could hold without fear, and the reasoning behind that was yet to be revealed. 

“Alright.. just five more minutes” she spoke, her face softening as a small smile graced her features. She sank into the mattress, her arm sliding underneath yours to bring you closer to her. The blankets were amply adjusted around you, letting no chill touch your back, and her sigh melted her right into you. In that moment, the world could have fallen away, and it wouldn’t have mattered. Time didn’t exist here. Only the warmth of her presence and the quiet beat of her heart against yours.

And for a brief, shining moment, it was just the two of you- no responsibilities, no expectations, just the kind of quiet intimacy that only two souls who understood each other could share.

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[valenrixo]

YOO

Leo wearing a dress in the Christmas thingy? Oh yeah, he's taking my strap no MATTER what

So, you said that he gets super flustered when his darling is the one to start spoiling/loving/etc. Could you perhaps give an example of that?

Like, maybe you're at the store getting groceries, or there has been this sale going on for kitchenware stuff (pots, pans you get it) and while we're out a friend of ours spots us, we start talking and then we Introduce Leo all like "Oh this is my boyfriend! Isn't he just so adorable? He's just great, I swear. Every time I see him, my heart flutters. Seriously, if I were to close my eyes right now and then open them again, it would happen! I just love him SO much! ❤️"

That would very much be me, I wanna show off my male wife

Have a great day, btw!!!

Yours truly, 🍓 Anon

Yeah he is wearing a dress!! He doesn’t usually wear dresses unless it’s special occasions so it’s definitely a tease when he does.

This was the dress I put him in. Just imagine this with slightly platformed boots and a garter hiding underneath.

But yeah if he isn’t the one to start the hug or kiss he gets super embarrassed he practically melts into a puddle if you praise him. And if you brag about him oops your husband evaporated and he won’t come back until you’re in the bedroom crazy right!???

He’d either get very horny or very emotional like he’d start sobbing. He sobbed on your wedding day as well.

And he’d take the strap willingly let’s be honest

Have a great day too !!

[amirasainz]

Girl, your account is fucking amazing. Hear me out, Max x Reader, but make it 'Pride and Prejudice' style. Max as Mr Darcy is 🥵🥵🥵

Btw, will you do like a October/December challenge? Like Kinktober, smth like that? Would be amazing if you could girl💅

Here is the story. I hope you like it. For your question, I can definitely write some supernatural stories as well, but I will not be participating in the October challenge.

Kika is Readers' older sister in this story!!!

Enjoy reading and send some requests

-xoxo, Babygirl💋

Pride and Prejudice

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

YN Bennet had learned to appreciate this truth during her last visit to Pemberley, the seat of Mr. Max Verstappen. Since that visit, she had experienced a transformation in her opinions regarding him, which she had once deemed irreparable. His manners, though initially haughty, revealed depths of kindness and integrity that had slowly unfolded before her.

This particular day, she found herself in a carriage with her older sister, Kika, as they approached Pemberley once again. The sun shone brightly, and the countryside displayed its autumnal colours, creating a picturesque setting for their visit.

“YN, do you suppose we will see Mr. Verstappen again?” Kika inquired, her tone imbued with the sweetness of hope.

“I am not certain,” replied YN, glancing out of the carriage window. “It is likely he is engaged in his affairs. He is not one to be easily roused from his duties, I fear.”

“Yet, his behaviour at the last ball was so amiable. It is only just that he should wish to know how you fare,” Kika insisted, her eyes sparkling with optimism.

“Ah, Kika, you cannot expect me to indulge in such fancies,” YN replied with a light laugh. “Besides, it is hardly probable that he would feel any obligation to engage in further conversation with one such as myself.”

Kika was about to reply when the carriage halted at the grand entrance of Pemberley. They were greeted by the butler, who escorted them into the drawing room. The house was magnificent, with its vast windows allowing the sunlight to pour into the elegantly decorated room.

“Miss Gomes, Miss Gomes!” exclaimed Viktoria Verstappen, Mr. Verstappen's younger sister, rushing forward with a delighted expression. “How wonderful it is to see you again! I was afraid you would not come.”

“We are so pleased to be here, Miss Verstappen” said Kika, stepping forward to embrace her. “Your home is as splendid as ever!”

“I am glad you think so,” Viktoria replied, her cheeks flushed with pleasure. “I often feel that Pemberley is a place more suited for others’ enjoyment than my own. I wish to see it through the eyes of my guests.”

YN smiled. “You are too modest, Miss Verstappen. It is your hospitality that brings this place to life.”

“Indeed, if only Mr. Verstappen were as amiable,” YN said teasingly, her eyes sparkling.

“Mr. Verstappen has improved remarkably,” Viktoria replied, a note of defensiveness in her tone. “He is just as kind as he is proud. He has taken much to heart since your last visit.”

At that moment, the door opened, and Mr. Verstappen entered the room. His presence was commanding, yet YN felt an unexpected rush of warmth towards him.

“Miss Gomes,” he said, inclining his head slightly. “I am pleased to see you again.”

“Mr. Verstappen,” she replied, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “Thank you for your kind welcome.”

Max glanced at Kika and Viktoria, who exchanged glances that spoke of mutual encouragement. “I hope you will not find Pemberley lacking in your expectations,” he said, stepping closer. “Viktoria has been quite eager to show you around the estate.”

“I am sure it will surpass all expectations,” YN said, attempting to remain composed.

“Come, let us take a stroll in the gardens,” Viktoria suggested, her enthusiasm infectious. “The flowers are in full bloom, and you will surely find them delightful.”

As they wandered outside, YN could feel Max’s presence beside her, and she dared to cast a sidelong glance at him. He looked thoughtful, as though he were carefully considering his words.

“Miss Gomes ” he began, hesitantly, “I hope you are well. I have often recalled our conversations, particularly the discussions of character and judgment.”

“Indeed,” YN replied, her heart racing. “I have also reflected upon those discussions. They were enlightening, though at the time, I was less than gracious in my opinions.”

Max’s brow furrowed slightly. “I would not have you blame yourself. I was often blind to the worth of others, a fault I have since endeavoured to correct.”

“Your self-awareness speaks well of you, Mr. Verstappen,” YN remarked, emboldened by their mutual honesty. “It is easy to hold prejudices against one another, but it takes courage to acknowledge them.”

“You are more forgiving than I deserve,” he replied earnestly. “I acted wrongly towards your family, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

“I cannot deny that your actions have caused some distress,” she admitted, “but I have come to understand that we are all susceptible to misjudgments. What matters is how we choose to rectify those misjudgments.”

Viktoria, noticing the exchange, interjected with a bright smile. “Let us speak of lighter matters! There is a new rose garden that I am sure you will admire, YN.”

As they walked, YN felt her heart soften towards Max. His sincerity had altered her perception of him, and as she observed him interact with Viktoria, a different side of him began to reveal itself.

“Mr. Verstappen,” YN said, “I have been meaning to ask you. How did you come to cultivate such a beautiful garden?”

“It was a labour of love,” Max replied, his eyes lighting up at the topic. “I have always believed that nature possesses an undeniable charm, and it brings me peace to create and care for these gardens.”

“Your care is evident,” YN said with genuine appreciation. “It is as though the garden reflects your own character—bold and yet harmonious.”

“Bold, you say?” Max raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk playing at his lips. “I shall have to consider how that reflects upon my nature.”

Viktoria laughed, breaking the tension. “You see, YN? Even Max can be teased.”

“Do not let it go to your head, sir,” YN added playfully. “I would not wish for you to become too proud of your talents.”

Max chuckled softly. “I assure you, Miss Gomes, I remain acutely aware of my limitations.”

As they continued their stroll, YN felt an ease between them, a newfound understanding. Their previous encounters had been marred by misunderstandings, but now, in the serenity of Pemberley’s gardens, the air felt charged with a different kind of energy.

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Later that evening, as they gathered for dinner, the atmosphere was lively. Mr. Gasly, Kika's affable suitor, joined them, bringing an air of lightheartedness.

“Miss YN, do you recall that debate we had over the merits of love versus fortune?” Pierre asked, laughter in his eyes.

“I do, and I recall you were quite stubborn in your insistence that love would conquer all,” YN replied, smiling. “But I wonder if that sentiment holds true when faced with the pressures of society?”

“Ah, but that is where you are mistaken,” Pierre retorted. “Love can flourish even in the most challenging of circumstances. It is the heart that must lead, not the purse.”

Max observed the exchange with an amused expression. “It seems you are advocating for impracticality, Gasly. One cannot live on love alone. There are far more pressing matters to consider—such as the ability to support oneself.”

“True enough,” Kika interjected, her eyes sparkling. “But surely a balance can be struck. Love can enhance one’s fortune, after all.”

“And what if fortune enhances love?” Max queried, raising an eyebrow. “Is it not a worthy consideration?”

YN seized the opportunity to tease him. “Ah, Mr. Verstappen, you would argue the rationality of the heart! How very unlike a gentleman of your stature.”

“You mistake my intentions, Miss Gomes,” he said, a wry smile forming on his lips. “I seek only to understand how best to ensure my sister’s happiness. It is not always about the heart.”

“Then we shall find a heart to accompany the fortune,” Pierre declared with a jovial laugh. “If that is the case, I shall be in need of a fortune myself!”

As the evening wore on, YN felt her spirits lifted. The repartee flowed easily among them, and she found herself increasingly drawn to Max’s intellect and depth.

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Later, as they stood on the terrace overlooking the grounds, YN turned to Max. “Mr. Verstappen, I must confess. You have surprised me with your amiability this evening.”

Max smiled, his expression sincere. “I am pleased to hear it, Miss Gomes. I hope to continue to surprise you.”

“You have certainly accomplished that,” she replied, her heart fluttering. “And I believe you have more depth than you allow others to see.”

“Perhaps,” he admitted, “but I am learning the value of opening oneself to those who show understanding. I admire your wit and wisdom, YN.”

“Then let us continue to cultivate our understanding of one another,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling. “I would enjoy more discussions such as this.”

Max nodded, his gaze steady. “I would like that very much.”

As they exchanged smiles, a subtle bond began to weave itself between

[cherubiyeon]

Can I request? Maybe something that involves married life with TWICE Sana. If it's alright, maybe for gender neutral reader? Also, love your works. Keep up the work, dudette. Your one of my favorite writers here haha.

calico skies | twice minatozaki sana x gender neutral reader

chamomile tea and bread, you and your wife, underneath the calico skies, after work.

✩ warnings. just fluff, you're married to sana, mentions of food

✩ word count. ~1.7k words

✩ playing. calico skies [paul mccartney]

✩ notes. HAHA this is so short sorry anon but tysm!! btw requests r open feel free to request!! i appreciate requests !! <3

y/n trudged wearily through the front door of their cozy apartment, the weight of the day's work clinging to every step. the apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of lamps casting warm, inviting pockets of light. the scent of something delicious wafted through the air, a familiar comfort that made the exhaustion in y/n's bones ebb away just a bit.

"hey, you're back!" sana's voice, tinged with excitement, reached y/n's ears even before she came into view. y/n turned towards the living room, a tired smile forming on their lips as they saw sana standing there, her eyes bright and a grin that could light up the whole room.

sana's arms opened wide, and without hesitation, y/n found themselves enveloped in a warm, tight hug. the embrace felt like a soothing balm to y/n's weary soul, a reminder that they were home, truly home. y/n wrapped their arms around sana in return, burying their face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"missed you," sana murmured, her voice a gentle whisper that sent shivers down y/n's spine.

"missed you too," y/n mumbled back, their voice muffled against sana's skin. it was a simple exchange, but it held a depth of emotion that words alone couldn't convey.

sana's grip on y/n loosened, but her touch remained, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on y/n's back. then, with a soft chuckle, she pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting y/n's with unspoken affection.

"rough day?" sana asked, her brows furrowing with concern.

y/n let out a tired sigh, a mixture of frustration and relief escaping with the breath. "yeah, you could say that."

sana's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from y/n's forehead, her touch gentle and soothing. "well, good news is, i've got something that might help."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "oh, really? and what might that be?"

with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, sana leaned in, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "a magic remedy called 'sana's hug and kiss therapy.'"

y/n couldn't help but chuckle, the heaviness of the day slowly dissipating as sana's playful spirit worked its charm. "oh, is that a new medical breakthrough?"

sana grinned, her expression infectious. "absolutely. doctor's orders."

before y/n could react, sana's lips found theirs in a soft, lingering kiss. it was a kiss that held the promise of comfort, of home, and of shared moments that could chase away even the darkest of days. y/n's eyes fluttered closed, their arms instinctively winding around sana's waist, pulling her closer.

when the kiss finally broke, y/n's lips curved into a genuine smile. "i think i'm already feeling better."

sana's laughter was a melody that filled the room. "see? miracle cure."

y/n pressed their forehead against sana's, their eyes meeting in an unspoken exchange that spoke volumes. "you have no idea how much i needed this."

sana's fingers threaded through y/n's hair, her touch tender and full of love. "well, lucky for you, i'm here to provide all the hugs and kisses you need."

with a soft chuckle, y/n nuzzled their nose against sana's, a playful glint in their eyes. "do you offer a money-back guarantee?"

sana's response was a gentle peck on y/n's lips, her smile soft and full of adoration. "no refunds necessary. just a lifetime supply of love."

y/n's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from sana's face, their touch feather-light. "well, then i'm definitely getting the better end of this deal."

sana's laughter was a melodic sound that filled the room, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "you're always trying to find loopholes, aren't you?"

"hey, it's my job as the 'skeptical one' in this relationship," y/n teased, their tone affectionate.

sana's fingers trailed down y/n's arm in a slow, soothing caress. "and i'm the 'hopeless romantic' who's here to prove you wrong."

y/n's lips curved into a soft smile, their gaze locked onto sana's. "you're doing a pretty good job so far."

sana's grin was tender, her voice a gentle whisper. "well, there's a lot more where that came from."

as their eyes met in a lingering exchange, the unspoken words hung in the air like a promise—one that needed no formal declaration to hold its weight.

a contented sigh escaped y/n's lips, the earlier weariness now replaced by a sense of calm and belonging. "you know, i'm starting to think that 'sana's hug and kiss therapy' might just be the best remedy in the world."

sana's fingers intertwined with y/n's, their touch warm and reassuring. "it's a patented treatment, only available to a select few."

y/n leaned in, their lips brushing against sana's ear. "lucky me, then?"

sana's laughter was a soft, joyful sound, and she pressed a gentle kiss to y/n's temple. "lucky you."

after a few more moments wrapped in each other's arms, sana reluctantly pulled away, a playful pout forming on her lips. "as much as i'd love to keep you here forever, i have a special surprise for you."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "a surprise? now you've got me curious."

sana's grin held a touch of mischief as she took y/n's hand, leading them towards the balcony. "it's nothing big, just something to make our evening even better."

the balcony was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of twilight. sana's touch was a gentle reassurance as she guided y/n to the railing, their eyes drawn to the canvas of colors that stretched across the sky.

"wow," y/n breathed, their voice a mere whisper. the sky was painted with shades of pink, orange, and lavender—a breathtaking masterpiece that seemed to stretch on forever.

sana's voice was soft, filled with wonder. "two years of staring at this view, and it still takes my breath away."

y/n's gaze shifted from the sky to sana, their heart swelling with affection. "you know, the view might be beautiful, but i think i prefer staring at your face."

sana's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight, her fingers gently brushing against y/n's. "oh, shut up."

y/n chuckled softly, the sound a warm melody that danced in the air. "hey, i'm just stating the truth."

sana rolled her eyes playfully, a fond smile tugging at her lips. "you're such a charmer."

"only when i'm with you," y/n quipped, their voice tinged with sincerity.

sana's laughter was soft and melodious, a harmonious blend with the evening breeze that rustled through the balcony plants. "alright, alright. enough with the flattery, you smooth talker."

y/n feigned offense, a hand placed over their heart in mock hurt. "smooth talker? i'll have you know that every word i say is backed by irrefutable evidence."

sana shook her head, her laughter bubbling over. "evidence? is that what we're calling it now?"

y/n's grin was infectious, their fingers intertwining with sana's once more. "you're just jealous because you're not the smooth talker in this relationship."

sana leaned in, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "oh, really? want me to prove you wrong?"

y/n's playful smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "i'd love to see you try."

sana winked, her tone teasing. "later, perhaps. right now, i've got a surprise for you."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigue sparking in their eyes. "a surprise, huh? you've definitely piqued my curiosity."

sana grinned, her fingers giving y/n's hand a gentle squeeze before she turned and disappeared into the apartment. y/n leaned against the balcony railing, a soft smile still playing on their lips as they waited for sana's return.

it wasn't long before sana reappeared, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of chamomile tea and a plate of freshly baked bread. the fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air, mingling with the warm scent of the bread.

sana's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she approached y/n, setting the tray down on a small table by the balcony. "ta-da! chamomile tea and bread—your stress-relief combo."

y/n's expression softened as they took in the sight. "you remembered."

sana's smile was tender as she poured the tea, the liquid cascading gently into the cups. "of course i did. i know how exhausting work has been for you lately."

y/n reached out, their fingers brushing against sana's wrist as she handed them a cup. "thank you, baby." y/n's fingers brushed against sana's as they reached for a cup, their touch lingering for a moment. "you really do take care of me."

sana's smile was soft, her gaze unwavering as she met y/n's eyes. "it's my favorite job."

as they settled into the chairs, y/n cradled the warm cup of chamomile tea in their hands, the fragrant steam rising and mingling with the evening breeze. sana took a sip from her own cup, her expression one of pure contentment.

"can't believe how lucky i am," y/n murmured, more to themselves than to sana.

sana raised an eyebrow, her voice gentle. "what was that?"

y/n's cheeks tinged with a soft blush, but they met sana's gaze with sincerity. "i said i can't believe how lucky i am."

sana's fingers reached across the table to brush against y/n's, a tender smile curving her lips. "i'm so lucky to have you too,"

they shared a moment of silent connection, their fingers entwined on the table—a touch that conveyed more than words ever could. and then, y/n broke the silence with a soft chuckle.

"you know, i think i'm going to request 'sana's surprise tea time' as a regular thing."

sana's laughter was like a melody, the sound carrying a promise of warmth and comfort. "you don't have to request it. it's already in the contract."

y/n feigned surprise, a hand over their heart. "oh, i must have missed that clause."

sana playfully rolled her eyes, her gaze dancing with affection. "it's in the fine print, right next to 'y/n's endless hugs and kisses.'"

y/n's grin was unabashed, their voice tinged with playful mock. "well, it's a good thing we're both committed to upholding our contractual obligations."

sana lifted her teacup in a playful manner, a soft smile gracing her lips. "here's to us, two and more years of marriage."

as their cups clinked together, the warmth of their affection enveloped them. and as they sipped on chamomile tea and savored the simple pleasure of each other's company, y/n and sana found themselves exactly where they belonged—in each other's arms, under the canvas of calico skies.

[wildmayhemz]

Could you do a bo1 smut pls? Viktor Reznov x female reader, I can’t find any smut of him on here💔💔 maybe something with reader being his gf or wife in a timeline where he just came back home and they both missed eachother in many ways, including sexual. Reader is very pent up and needy for him, but Viktor doesn’t want to hear all of her whining so punishes her but still ends up giving what she wants. Sorry if I did this wrong it’s my first time doing this, I love your work btw!🖤🖤

Me when I see this after I’m already starting writing something like this just for him and it’s turning out SO good.

I love that you requested this anon thank you so much. I know you probably didn’t want this uhhh this nasty. But hey it’s Reznov what did you expect me to do? Big thanks to @gunnrblze for making me feel not like I’m not fucking crazy. I also did not translate because I’m naughty and I wanted to get this up for you. I was way too excited. I’ll probably go back and put in translations. Also I am still learning Russian so if it’s not great take it with a grain of salt.

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С тобой ~ With you

This is SMUT, and pookies I went hard on it

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The door had barely closed before you were on him.

Viktor had hardly taken a step inside when your hands found him—urgent, trembling, desperate. His coat was heavy with the weight of war, but you didn’t care. You just needed it off. You needed him.

His hands caught your wrists before you could work the buttons, his grip tight, firm. A warning. “Ты скучала по мне, да?”

Your breath hitched, eyes wide as you nodded, your fingers curling against his chest. “Of course I did.”

His sharp blue eyes darkened, flickering down just as your robe shifted open, revealing the soft lace beneath. His jaw clenched. The contrast between you—delicate, warm, untouched by war—only made the fire inside him burn hotter.

“You wear this for me?” His voice was low, rough, edged with something unreadable.

You swallowed, heart racing. “I hoped you’d like it.”

“Like it?” He let out a sharp breath, one that almost sounded like a laugh. His fingers ghosted over your waist, tracing the lace-covered skin. “Ты должна была знать лучше, моя любовь.”

And yet, he let you continue.

You kissed him, standing on your toes to press your lips against his, tasting the remnants of cold wind and gunpowder. He let you. He let you unbutton his coat, sliding the heavy fabric off his broad shoulders. He let you work on his belt, trembling fingers tugging at it as you led him back through the house—to the bedroom that had been empty without him.

He let you.

But the moment you tried to push him back onto the bed, everything changed.

That look—commanding, dark, heavy—froze you in place. A slow smirk curled his lips, but it was devoid of humor. His hands settled on your hips, holding you still.

“На колени,” he ordered.

Heat shot through you so quickly it was dizzying. His tone left no room for argument.

You obeyed.

Your knees hit the floor, eyes fluttering up to meet his as he towered above you. The weight of his gaze bore down on you, drinking in the sight of you at his feet, breathless and wanting.

“You whine so much, солнышко,” he mused, running a hand through your hair, gripping just enough to make you gasp. “So impatient. So desperate.”

You swallowed hard, pressing your thighs together.

His thumb traced your lower lip before slipping into your mouth, pressing down against your tongue. “You need to learn patience,” he murmured, watching as you instinctively sucked, your lips closing around his thumb.

A low growl rumbled from his chest.

“Perhaps I should keep you like this for a while,” he mused, tilting his head, his other hand slowly undoing his belt. “Make you earn what you want.”

Your breath hitched. “Please,” you whispered around his thumb, voice shaking.

That smirk deepened, and he finally removed his glove, brushing his bare fingers down your cheek.

The heat between you was suffocating.

Viktor undid his belt with practiced ease, the leather slipping free with a quiet whip before it hit the floor. You could barely breathe as he pushed down his trousers, freeing himself.

And there he was—thick, heavy, already half-hard, the sheer size of him enough to make your mouth water. He was so close, nearly brushing your lips, but you knew better than to act without permission. Still, it had been so long. You couldn’t help yourself—you leaned in, mouth parting, desperate for even one taste.

But he was faster.

His fingers tangled in your hair and yanked you back, forcing your eyes to his. He tsk’ed lowly, amusement laced with something darker.

“Greedy little thing,” he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to make you shiver. “So desperate for me already?”

“Yes,” you whispered, voice shaking, already on the verge of begging. Maybe you should just get it over with—drop your pride, plead for him to use you the way you needed. But it was too late.

He saw it in your eyes. He knew.

Viktor hummed, his grip loosening in your hair just enough for his free hand to wrap around himself. Your mouth fell open, eager, but instead of giving you what you wanted, he dragged himself over your cheek, smearing the slick heat of him against your skin.

Your tongue flicked out instinctively, desperate for a taste, but he refused you.

“Нет, нет,” he murmured, smirking as he thrust against your face, rubbing himself along the soft heat of your lips, the curve of your cheek. His cock twitched against your skin, hot and leaking, his breath shuddering out of him as he humped against you like he couldn’t resist.

“Моя маленькая жена,” he groaned, his voice husky and ruined, as if he was the one breaking. “You missed this, didn’t you?”

Your fingers clenched against your thighs, your body trembling. “Yes,” you whispered, but it wasn’t enough.

“Say it.” His voice was a low growl now, thick with the weight of his native tongue. “Say how much you missed me.”

“I missed you,” you gasped, tilting your head up, trying again to get him into your mouth, but he only chuckled.

His thumb dragged down your lips before pressing against your tongue, forcing your mouth open wider. “No,” he murmured. “Tell me exactly what you missed, моя сладкая девочка.”

You whimpered, your pride slipping with every stroke of him against your face.

“Missed your cock,” you finally admitted, your voice breaking. “Missed—missed the way you use me. Need you, Viktor, please—”

That was it. That was all he needed.

His grip in your hair tightened, his body shuddering. “Хорошая девочка,” he murmured, his control snapping.

Viktor was never a patient man.

Not on the battlefield. Not in life. And certainly not when it came to you.

The moment he had you where he wanted—bare, breathless, trembling beneath him—he moved.

With little effort, he dragged you up onto the bed, the same one he had made for you with his own hands, the wooden frame covered in pelts from animals he had hunted, skinned, and laid beneath you with purpose. His hands had built this place, this life, for you. And now, he was going to remind you exactly who you belonged to.

The moment your back hit the soft furs, he was on you, kissing you feverishly, his lips bruising, desperate. Hands roamed—gripping, tugging, taking—until both of you were stripped bare. Clothes hit the floor in frantic movements, the air thick with heat, with need, with months of longing.

And yet, you had the audacity to squirm away.

Viktor growled low in his throat, his sharp blue eyes locking onto you. Too far. You had dared to put space between the two of you?

No. That would not do.

His large hand wrapped around your ankle, yanking you down the bed with a sharp pull. A carefree shriek escaped you, but the sound quickly turned into a breathless laugh when he hauled you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly by your thighs.

“Think you can run from me, моя любовь?” His voice was thick, gravelly, spoken right against your ear as he crushed you to his chest. His arms tightened around you—strong, unyielding, yours.

You gasped, clinging to him, feeling every inch of him—hot, hard, ready—pressed flush against you. “I wasn’t—”

“Lies,” he cut you off, his lips tracing over your jaw, nipping at your throat. His fingers dug into your thighs, his grip possessive, unrelenting. “I have been gone too long. You ache for me, yes?”

You nodded frantically, fingers tangling in his hair. “Yes—”

Viktor smirked against your neck.

“Then I will not make you wait any longer.”

And with that, he dropped you back onto the bed, spreading your thighs wide as he settled between them, his broad body caging you in.

“Держись, моя маленькая жена,” he murmured, lining himself up, his eyes locking onto yours.

The moment Viktor thrust inside you, there was no resistance—only the slick heat of your body taking him in, stretching to accommodate his sheer size. But it burned in the best way, stealing the breath from your lungs, forcing a gasped cry from your lips as your fingers clung to his broad shoulders.

And he didn’t go easy on you.

No, there was no gentleness here. No slow, careful reacquainting of bodies after months apart. Viktor was not a man of patience, and now that he had you—fully, completely—he took you as if reclaiming something he had lost.

His hands gripped your thighs, forcing them higher, spreading you even wider beneath him. His body caged you in, held you down, his weight pressing you into the soft furs below. He growled low against your ear, the sound thick with hunger, relief, the sheer need to have you.

“Ты моя,” he rasped, pounding into you, his thrusts deep and unrelenting, leaving no room for doubt. “Ты всегда была моей.”

Your head tipped back, gasping, nails dragging down his back. “Yes—Viktor, please—”

He groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. “You beg so sweetly, моя любовь,” he murmured, before grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head. “But I do not think you deserve mercy tonight.”

A strangled moan escaped you, your body arching as he fucked you into the bed, unrelenting, ruthless, his. The force of each snap of his hips sent shocks of pleasure curling up your spine, your legs shaking where they clung around his waist.

“You needed this, didn’t you?” he teased, his lips trailing over your jaw, down your throat, biting down just enough to make you feel it. “All those nights alone, aching, desperate for me.”

You nodded frantically, beyond words, beyond thought.

He chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on your wrists, holding you still as he drove himself deeper, deeper—until all you could do was take it.

“Then take it, солнышко,” he groaned against your lips, his body overwhelming yours, drowning you in his heat, his touch, his everything. “Take what I give you.”

Viktor had always been a man of iron will, a soldier hardened by war, by loss, by sacrifice. But you—you had always been his weakness.

And now, after months without you, feeling your body wrapped around him, squeezing him so tight, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

It was your fault.

And he made that very clear.

His grip on your wrists tightened, his pace turning almost desperate, hips slamming into yours with a force that left you breathless. The bed creaked under his weight, the furs soft beneath your sweat-slick skin as he took you the way he had ached to for too long.

“Ты…чертова…проблема,” he growled between thrusts, voice rough, breaking, as if he was angry about how easily you undid him. “How can I—hold back—when you feel like this?”

You gasped, back arching, fingers curling against his hold, desperate to touch him. “Viktor—”

“Нет!” His voice was sharp, commanding, his grip tightening further, forcing you to take every thrust, every ounce of his frustration, his hunger, his love. “This is your fault, солнышко.” His lips brushed against your jaw, your ear, his breath ragged, heated. “You tempt me—” He slammed inside you, making you cry out. “Torture me.”

His hips stuttered, his muscles tensing, his body losing control. The heat between you was unbearable, suffocating, drowning him in you, the scent of your skin, the way you clung to him, your desperate moans filling the air.

“Грязная девочка,” he rasped, his voice thick, wrecked. “Making me come so fast. After all this time?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, your body tightening around him, dragging him under.

“Ах, сука,” he groaned, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you, his weight pressing you deep into the bed as he claimed you. He let go of your wrists only to wrap his arms around you, crushing you against him, burying his face into your neck as he rode out his release with deep, slow thrusts that left you whimpering.

For a long moment, he didn’t move, his breath heavy, ragged against your skin. His fingers traced over your ribs, your hips, your thighs—like he still couldn’t believe you were real.

Viktor was still inside you when he finally caught his breath, his heavy weight pinning you to the furs beneath him. His chest rose and fell against yours, the heat between you unbearable, but neither of you moved.

You whined softly as he throbbed within you, the aftershocks of his release sending weak tremors through your body. Your thighs trembled where they clung around his waist, the oversensitivity making you squirm, but his hands—large, warm, possessive—settled on your hips, holding you still.

A low hum rumbled in his chest as he lifted himself just slightly, enough to look down at you—his wife.

And God, what a sight you were.

Your skin glowed with the sheen of sweat, your hair fanned out over the pillows, your lips swollen from his kisses. There was a dazed haze in your eyes, exhaustion and satisfaction wrapped together, and he could still feel your walls fluttering weakly around him. Trying to take more of him, even though he had already pushed you to your limits.

His fingers traced over your ribs, slow, reverent, as if memorizing every inch of your body all over again.

“Моя красивая жена,” he murmured, voice softer now, a stark contrast to the way he had taken you moments before. His thumb brushed over your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You take me so well.”

You barely managed to hum in response, your limbs heavy, your body utterly ruined from his touch.

Viktor smirked at that, leaning down to press a softer kiss to your lips—lingering, unhurried. “Are you all right, моя любовь?”

You nodded, too tired to speak, instead wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close, tucking yourself against him.

His arms encircled you, his warmth sinking into your skin, and for the first time in months, he breathed.

The war, the blood, the chaos—it was all so far away.

Here, there was only you.

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[ruified]

i just finished reading osamu dazai and the dark era and now my eyes are stinging with the feeling of tears attempting to crawl their way out from behind them, and they may just succeed in that endeavor so let’s see how much i can type out with tears in my eyes

i miss my wife (oda bsd)

Somebody probably should've tied him up, pried his chest open, and stuffed a vacuum cleaner inside. Then, as he screamed and cried until they needed to punch him to shut him up, they'd suck every last bit out of his chest and stamp it into the ground.

But in reality, such a vacuum didn't exist. Chests don't open up like that, and no one is capable of such feats. What we see is every-thing, and everything we see, we ignore. All we can do is stand before the deep ditch between us and others and keep silent.

the way oda talks about dazai is consistently heart wrenching, he knows that despite all of dazai’s maturity, because he was forced to grow so fast, he’s still a child

just a child protecting his fragile little heart the way an adult would, simply replicating what he’d seen others do and what he’d been taught and expanding upon it

That was when Dazai first realized: Sakunosuke Oda understood him much more than he'd ever imagined-right up to his very heart, almost to the center of his mind. Dazai didn't realize until then that someone had known him so well.

it’s as if oda never realized that he knew dazai better than anyone, that he’d successfully reached out and touched the child protecting his heart

oda mentioned regretting not getting closer to dazai

The reason why Ango and I were able to be by his side was that we understood the solitude that surrounded him, and we never stepped inside it no matter how close we stood.

But in that moment, I kind of regretted not stepping in and invading that solitude.

but in his final moments, that child in dazai reached out and asked for guidance, asked for oda to take his hand and point him in the next direction he believed was right because he trusted him

dazai thought so highly of oda because oda was always rather up front about everything, his feelings, what he was thinking, all of that. not once did oda try to use dazai, we find dazai sort of realizing this in the day i picked up dazai (which i read online not too long ago), and that’s what makes dazai like oda so much

they’re so important to me guys btw

With trembling fingers, Odasaku reached for the cigarettes in his pocket before sluggishly placing one in his mouth. By the time he pulled out a match, his fingers were too weak to hold it anymore. Dazai took the match and lit the cigarette for him.

Then Odasaku closed his eyes, smoking the cigarette as he smiled, filled to the brim with satisfaction.

The cigarette fell to the ground.

Dropping onto his knees by Odasaku's side, Dazai looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. His tightly shut lips faintly trembled. The smoke from the cigarette rose straight up to the top.

Nobody said a word.

READING THIS SHIT HITS HARDER THAN WATCHING IT THE ANIME FR DOES NOT CARRY THAT SAME IMPACT

something else they never included in the anime was THIS?????

In the middle of a verdant mountain trail atop a hill overlooking Yokohama was a cemetery with a view of the ocean. There were many new graves lined up-among them a small white burial marker without a name.

Dazai stood before the burial marker, dressed in black mourning clothes and holding a bouquet of white flowers.

"…….”

He squinted as the strong sea breeze suddenly gusted past.

The white flowers fluttered in the wind.

"I'll leave this photo here."

He took out a picture and placed it before the burial marker.

Frozen in time were the smiles of those three men.

"I really wish you could've tried that hard tofu I made..."

Dazai closed his eyes, then stood absolutely still, rooted to the spot.

GOD I FEEL ILL I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DAZAI OSAMU

Dazai didn't say a word. That was just about the first time he'd ever been unable to articulate his feelings.

"I..."

this is like one of the first, if not the only time, we get a glimpse into what dazai is thinking and it’s honestly so important that we did it this moment

the anime doesn’t convey it as well just how emotionally driven dazai is in this moment, like, yes you can tell, but his struggle between what he knew was logically correct and what he felt is so important to know about

it also makes this part that he said to ango really ironic

"I always lose the things I don't want to lose the most. That's why I don't feel anything anymore. The moment you get your hands on something worth going after, you lose it."

"When I first saw him over in the slums, I was horrified. His talents are extraordinary, and his skill is extremely destructive. Plus, he's stubborn. If I'd left him to his own devices, he would've ended up a slave to his own powers until he destroyed himself."

Dazai didn't freely make people work under him, period; much less a boy on the verge of starvation in the slums. But Dazai seemed to have his own reasons for doing it.

the way dazai talks about akutagawa here is so interesting and you really gotta take it at face value because he has no reason to lie to oda, especially not about this

here’s dazai being oda’s number one fan

"Sakunosuke Oda... I know that guy," the subordinate with sunglasses added hesitantly. "Dazai, sir, I don't mean to be rude, but...I saw him sweeping behind the office the other day. A man of his status isn't qualified to be your friend, let alone contend with an enemy like this."

Dazai stared, flabbergasted, at his underling.

"Are you joking? Odasaku's not qualified?" Dazai asked, thoroughly surprised.

he’s so cute

now for some silly stuff

here’s oda describing things in terms of cats

Searching for a Mafia informant is on a completely different level from locating a missing pet cat (which I've actually done before, so I say this with confidence). If a cat runs away, then you can stake out a local feeding ground, but there was no way for me to even guess where Ango's "feeding ground" might be.

I had placed a foot on the staircase to the second floor, which looked as if it could come crumbling down at any moment, when I heard a sound coming from somewhere in the building. It was very faint, only about as loud as a kitten rolling on its back.

he’s such a guy

"I am André Gide. We ghosts came in search of... the one who will free our souls," the leader claimed.

…

"Well, I know this guy who works at a funeral home. I'm sure he'll give you a discount if I put in a word for you."

"Anyway, I feel for you, Odasaku. Not only did you run into the enemy's boss, but he made some serious advances toward you, too. At this rate, you guys will be married by the weekend."

"That's not what happened." At least, I hoped not. "They're just a group of weirdos who start wars for the sake of it."

"Oh? I think it's kinda cute, going to such lengths to plan another person's death. I never would've thought of doing that." There was more than a hint of amusement in his tone.

“at least, i hoped not” ODA 😭😭😭

i just love dazai in this specific moment, he’s so silly

"I found a handkerchief at the site of the explosion." Dazai grinned fiendishly. "There was a napkin from this place wrapped inside. It was completely obvious. Who would've thought spies used such dated methods, huh?"

Now that he mentioned it, I remembered lending Ango my handkerchief before I passed out. That must've been when he slipped the napkin in. I just thought I'd lost it.

BRO THOUGHT ANGO JUST LIKE GAVE HIM BACK THE NAPKIN TOO

"Man, that was hot. Why does curry have to be that hot?

Does it have something against mankind? More people would eat it if it were less spicy. This is negligence in food culture." I thought about it for a moment before answering. "If more people ate it, then nobody would eat anything else, thus completely destroying food culture as we know it."

"Makes sense." Dazai nodded, seemingly convinced.

"You hurt yourself on a block of tofu?"

He must have been in desperate need of some calcium.

"...Odasaku, that's exactly the problem right there. You're enabling Dazai. You don't speak up, and that's why he goes off the rails."

I see. So this was what Ango meant by "enabling" him. You learn something new every day.

i love how funny oda is without meaning to be like he fr just says shit 😭

anyways that was a really good read uhh made me really sad, also better than the anime ngl, oda was so much more badass and cool

[bloodypeachblog]

You got any daddy Sammy Headcanons?

You fucking bet I do!

Sammy Lawrence headcanons

(This is with F!Reader, btw)

~~~♡♡♡~~~

• Sometimes his personality when he was human can show when something doesn't go right or his way or he's just annoyed. He can be a real asshole when he's like that. But if he upsets you, he would apologize later.

• the instance you responded to his 'can I get an amen?' tape with an 'amen', he fell for you almost instantly. He knew that his savior has blessed him with you, you had to be his bride. He waits til you fall asleep and he carries you to his room. You're his now.

• the songs he writes for you? Oh so lovely and romantic. He even plays them on his banjo and sings them for you.

• when he likes you, he can get a bit flustered and tongue-tied at times. When you've been together for a long time, he gets a bit better with that, but his inky heart still flutters when he sees you and hears your voice.

• if you can't sleep, he would sing you a lullaby or tell you a story from his bible (he wrote one where it's basically the christian bible, but Bendy is Jesus) until you fall asleep.

• he lets you join him on his searches for sacrifices and sometimes lets you choose their fates. They'll still die, but you get to choose how they die.

• Total. Drama. Queen. But not in a way that'd make you hate him, more in the way where you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

• guy's mind is stuck in the 1920-1930's, so if you show him something like, an iPhone, or you dress in modern clothing, his brain would probably implode.

• he LOVES listening to you read passages from his bible during sermons. He just marvels your words and pays very close attention. You could see a big smile though his mask.

• the same goes vice versa, he speaks with such energy and dedication and he smiles to himself when he sees you're just so enthralled by his preaching.

• basically when he speaks about you, he's exactly how Gomez Addams talks about Morticia. He ADORES you.

• "I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss." "To think, Lord Bendy has blessed me with such a beautiful angel such as yourself." "To live without you, only that would be death." "I cannot see, I am blinded by such beauty."

• pet names: Darling, Love, Angel, my little lamb, my sweet, Dear, Dearest.

♡NSFW♡

• master of seduction. Just, pure incubus skills. His soft voice makes you melt, and he knows it.

• oh he is all for foreplay. He wants his little pet to be ready for him.

• his cock is about 6 inches and pretty thick, but that's thanks to the blessings of the ink.

• *psst!* if he wanted, he could grow two of them to double-penetrate you, but he'll immediately pass out once he cums because it takes twice the energy, so he doesn't do it often.

• he wouldn't exactly whisper dirty words, but the way he phrases things...

• "don't be afraid, it's what our Lord wishes. We wouldn't want to disappoint him, now would we?" "You're so wet for me, how sweet.." "I'm so blessed that you're mine.." "You're doing so well, love..." "Just relax and let us share this bliss that our Lord has blessed us with." "Perhaps Lord Bendy will bless us with little sheep of our own tonight.."

• kinks? Well...he does like tying you up nice and tight. Can't let the little lamb run off, can he? No, he cannot. He has a praise kink, where he just loves to praise you for being such a good little wife.

• he LOVES to tease you and make you beg for him. The grin and deep chuckle he lets out from hearing your begs will make you melt.

• he'll make sure you cum a few times before he does. You'll be putty in his hands when he's done with you.

• yes, he cuddles you during the afterglow. He also whispers loving words into your ear, making sure you feel loved and cherished, because you are.

[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 (Bernard the elf x pregnant! mother! reader)

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Summary: Bernard takes care of you while you're pregnant, and is a devoted, beautiful husband!

Word Count: 2.8K

This story's based off of the song 'Mother's song' by Masakatsu Takagi from the movie 'wolf children'. Btw it has nothing to do w the story but I do highly recommend watching the movie, it's a big tear jerker so bring tissues! Enjoy!

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'May I meet you soon, my yet unseen child,' I always wished as I stroke my belly

Fuuu~ fuuu~

I wonder how your face looks like? Fuuu~ fuuu~ I wonder how your voice sounds like?

Bernard adored his wife's singing voice, watching from his place at the kitchen table as his pregnant lover sat on their living room sofa, knitting away at garments fit for the little one they were soon to bring into this world. The sweet melodies that emanated from her lips intertwined with the rhythmic clicking of knitting needles, creating a symphony of love and anticipation.

That song, the one she was singing as she participated in her little activity to wind down, Bernard recognised as the one she told him her own mother had taught her when she was only young. He could hear the sentiment in her beautiful voice, and in his eyes was pure adoration for the woman he was building a life with.

He was supposed to go to work that day, his job as head elf was rather demanding and he didn't have the time to spend every day with her. But right then and there, he wished to be spending each and every hour by her side, focusing his energy entirely on her like she deserved.

With a quiet sigh, Bernard got up from his chair, setting his cocoa down as he strolled over to the woman, taking a seat behind her on the sofa which sunk a little when he did.

"How's the knitting coming along?" he asked, her, the woman smiling as she didn't look up from her work. "Lovely," (Y/n) responded, looping another part of thread around her needle, "I'm almost done another cute little sweater. They'll have an entire wardrobe at my hands alone at this rate."

Bernard smiled sweetly, leaning over and resting his head on her shoulder as he continued to watch her and her intricate work. She shuffled a little so she could make his positioning a little more comfortable for him, and she turned her head to face him, planting a loving kiss on the top of his head.

In that tender moment, Bernard closed his eyes, savouring the warmth of (Y/n)'s kiss on his head. He took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair, and let his fingers gently stroke her belly, feeling their unborn child respond to his touch with a soft flutter.

"I can't help but wonder," Bernard whispered, his voice filled with awe, "how will our little one's face light up when they see the world for the first time? What colour will their eyes be? Will they inherit your radiant smile or my curly hair?"

(Y/n) smiled, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Oh, Bernard, I'm wondering the same. Will they have your kind heart or my determination? Will their laughter be as infectious as yours? And their voice... Oh, how I long to hear their sweet, innocent voice fill our home."

The thought of their child's laughter and voice resonated deep within Bernard's soul. He imagined joyful echoes bouncing off the walls, filling their lives with endless happiness and laughter. They were creating a world where love and music would intertwine, nurturing their child's spirit and fostering a sense of wonder.

Their hearts brimming with love, Bernard and (Y/n) shared a moment of quiet reflection. They had already begun weaving a tapestry of dreams for their little one, eagerly awaiting the day they would finally meet face to face.

-

One morning, Bernard awoke by his wife's side, noting how uncharacteristically hot and sweaty she seemed to be. He pulled the sheet back to find her, a little paler than usual and seemingly running a fever.

Concerned, Bernard gently placed a hand on (Y/n)'s forehead, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin. His heart raced with worry as he realized that something might be wrong.

At his movements, (Y/n) seemed to awaken, groggy and confused, though she could recognise that she didn't feel right.

"(Y/n), you're running a really bad fever," Bernard whispered to her, wiping the sweat soaked hair which stuck to her away from her face, "are you feeling alright?"

She blinked heavily a few times, trying to wake herself up properly though her altered state of consciousness didn't seem to change.

"...I..." she croaked out, rubbing her eyes, "...I think I'm going to be sick."

Bernard sighed, shuffling off of his side of the bed to put his slippers on as he was quick to assist his poor wife. He helped her up into a sitting position, careful with her fragile being as he helped her to stand and lead her to their bathroom. This wasn't a moment too soon, as when they reached the doorway, she broke away from him to be sick in the toilet bowl. Bernard was quick to join her at her side again, holding the hair out of her face with one hand and rubbing her back with the other.

As (Y/n) finished retching, her body trembling from the effort, Bernard grabbed a damp cloth and gently wiped her face, soothing her with soft words of comfort. His heart ached seeing her in such distress, but he knew he had to remain strong for both of them.

Once she had settled down, Bernard helped (Y/n) rinse her mouth and guided her back to bed, tucking her in with extra care.

He sat next to her on the bed, rubbing her side affectionately. He couldn't go to work while she was like this.

"I ought to stay home (Y/n), I can't leave you alone while you're like this," he told her, watching as her eyes cracked open a little so she could look up at him. "...you...you don't have to do that for me," she whispered in a sickly way, "...I know how important your work is to you..." "Hey, nothing is more important than you," he scolded her, shaking his head, "I'll just call Curtis and he can take care of things at work for me. I need to be here for you."

(Y/n) was too weak to argue with her devoted husband, and her submitting response was captured in a single sigh that left her ashen lips.

Bernard would call into work that morning, letting his second in command know the circumstances which he was faced with. Curtis replied in an understanding manner, and wished (Y/n) well with his health as well as assuring Bernard that he could handle things at work for as long as he needed.

Grateful for Curtis's support, Bernard focused his attention on (Y/n), determined to take care of her and their unborn child. He fetched a glass of water and a damp cloth, gently wiping her forehead to alleviate the heat of her fever.

Hours turned into days, and Bernard remained a constant presence by (Y/n)'s side. He took on the role of both caretaker and confidant, providing comfort and reassurance during her moments of weakness. He prepared nourishing meals, encouraged her to rest, and read stories aloud to their unborn child, hoping to create a sense of familiarity and love even before their arrival.

Even as she got better, he was still shaken from the experience, and refused to leave her side until he was 110% sure that she wouldn't relapse back into illness.

He knew it would be rewarding in the long run though.

-

Covered in pastel blue paint, Bernard took a step back to admire his work, having just completed the last wall in their soon to be born child's nursery. They hadn't painted the room blue for any reason other than that (Y/n) thought it was a nice colour, neither of them were interested in knowing the baby's gender until they were born, and even then they weren't keen on forcing unnecessary gender roles onto the child.

As he stood there, surveying the room, he could already envision their little one playing, laughing, and growing in this very space.

(Y/n) stood in the doorway, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and love as she observed her husband's handiwork.

"It's perfect, Bernard," she whispered, her voice filled with emotions that words couldn't fully capture.

As they waited for the paint to dry, the two of the gathered the decorations and furniture they had prepared for the nursery around the door, Bernard ensuring that (Y/n) didn't entrust herself with anything too heavy or hard to handle.

Together, they assembled the crib, carefully arranging the soft blankets and pillows inside. Bernard placed the mobile above, a delicate creation of stars and moons that would gently spin and twinkle, captivating their little one's attention. They arranged shelves on the walls, ready to be filled with books and toys that would ignite their child's imagination.

The room began to take shape, reflecting the love and anticipation that filled their hearts. Bernard hung a painting on one wall, a whimsical scene of a forest with friendly animals peeking out from behind the trees. It was a gift from his fellow elves, who had worked together to create a piece of art that would bring joy and wonder to their child's world.

(Y/n) lovingly placed stuffed animals on the shelves, each one carefully chosen to be soft and comforting, ready to become their little one's loyal companions. She smiled as she held up a small plush reindeer, envisioning her child's tiny hands clutching it tightly as they drifted off to sleep.

Bernard set up a rocking chair in the corner, a cozy spot for (Y/n) to nurse and cradle their baby. He imagined her there, singing lullabies and swaying gently, creating a soothing rhythm that would lull their child into dreams filled with love and warmth.

With each item they placed in the nursery, Bernard and (Y/n) infused it with their hopes and dreams for their child. They couldn't wait to share their world with the little one, to guide them through life and shower them with unconditional love.

As they stood back, admiring the room they had created, a sense of awe and gratitude washed over them. Their journey together had led them to this moment, a room filled with love, ready to welcome their yet unseen child.

Bernard walked over to (Y/n), wrapping his arms around her gently, feeling her warmth and the flutter of their baby inside her belly. They shared a quiet moment, their hearts beating in sync, as they marvelled at the miracle of life growing within (Y/n)'s womb.

The room had been transformed into a haven of dreams and possibilities, filled with whimsical decorations and lovingly crafted furniture.

(Y/n) reached her hands up and cupped either side of Bernard's face, kissing her paint covered lover with nothing but adoration in her intentions.

They stood there for a while, basking in the love and hope that filled the air. In that moment, they knew that their journey as parents had already begun, even before their child took their first breath. They were united in their love and commitment, ready to create a loving and nurturing environment for their little one to grow and thrive.

With the nursery complete and their hearts full of anticipation, Bernard and (Y/n) eagerly awaited the day when their yet unseen child would finally enter their lives. They knew that their love would guide them through the ups and downs of parenthood, and that together, they were ready to embark on this extraordinary adventure.

And so, they continued to cherish each moment of the pregnancy, counting down the days until their little one would make their grand entrance into the world, filling their lives with immeasurable joy and love.

-

The sudden splash of water hitting the floor below (Y/n)'s legs indicated that the day had arrived. She was to give birth, her body finally signaling that their yet unseen child was ready to make their entrance into the world.

"...Augh...Bernard!" She called to him from her place in the kitchen, the man having been in another room, "Bernard!"

She coiled a little in pain, the contractions having her hold her stomach and groan.

Bernard's heart skipped a beat as he heard the urgency in (Y/n)'s voice. He rushed into the kitchen, panic and concern etched on his face. Seeing his beloved wife in pain, he immediately grabbed onto her, helping her onto the dining room chair.

"What's wrong, (Y/n)?" he asked, his voice filled with worry as he moved closer to her.

"...m...my water broke," she managed to say between contractions, her grip on her belly tightening.

Bernard's eyes widened, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through his veins. He had been preparing for this moment, but now that it was here, he felt a surge of emotions. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Okay, stay right here," he instructed, his voice calm and reassuring, "I'll get everything ready, I won't be long."

He rushed around the house, gathering the essentials they had prepared for this day. He retrieved the pre-packed hospital bag from the bedroom, ensuring they had all the necessary items for both (Y/n) and the baby. He grabbed the car keys and his phone, ready to call the hospital and inform them of their imminent arrival.

Returning to (Y/n)'s side, he knelt down in front of her, holding her hands tightly.

"We're going to the hospital now, my love," he said, his voice filled with determination. "You're doing amazing, and I'll be right by your side every step of the way."

(Y/n) nodded, her face contorted with pain yet filled with trust in her husband. She leaned on him for support as they slowly made their way to the car, Bernard gently helping her into the passenger seat. He adjusted the seatbelt to ensure her comfort and safety, making sure she was secure before closing the door.

With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Bernard quickly got into the driver's seat, his mind focused on getting them to the hospital as quickly and safely as possible. He started the engine and carefully pulled out of their driveway, navigating the familiar streets with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Bernard parked the car and swiftly made his way to (Y/n)'s side, helping her out and supporting her as they entered the building. They approached the reception desk, where Bernard provided the necessary information while (Y/n) focused on managing her contractions.

The hospital staff guided them to the labor and delivery unit, where a team of doctors and nurses were waiting to assist with the birth. Bernard stayed close to (Y/n)'s side, holding her hand tightly and offering words of encouragement with each passing moment.

As the labour progressed, (Y/n) drew strength from Bernard's unwavering presence. His love and support were like an anchor, grounding her in the midst of the intense sensations. She squeezed his hand tightly, finding solace in their connection.

Hours turned into minutes, and the moment they had been eagerly anticipating drew near. The doctor informed them that it was time to start pushing, and Bernard positioned himself by (Y/n)'s side, ready to witness the miracle of their child's birth.

With every ounce of strength, (Y/n) pushed, guided by the encouragement and love from Bernard and the medical team. He supported (Y/n) throughout the process, wiping her brow and offering soothing words.

After what felt like an eternity of pushing, a cry filled the air, piercing through the room. The sound was both beautiful and overwhelming, a testament to the arrival of their yet unseen child.

Bernard felt time slow drastically when their child was brought to them, covered in blood and muck, still with her umbilical cord attached.

The midwife placed the child on (Y/n)'s chest, allowing her to hold the new soul while she was still awaking to the world, a rush of warmth enveloped her. She marvelled at the precious bundle of joy cradled against her chest, marvelling at the delicate features and tiny fingers. The love she felt for their child expanded exponentially in that very moment, filling every corner of her heart. Bernard's eyes filled with tears as he leaned in closer, admiring their new-born baby girl.

"...we're so happy you're here," he whispered, his voice shaky as he had to keep himself from bursting into a full on sob.

(Y/n) looked up at Bernard, her own eyes glistening with tears of joy and exhaustion. She nodded, her voice choked with emotion as she whispered, "We love you so much, our beautiful princess. Welcome to our world."

Their daughter squirmed and let out another small cry, as if acknowledging the love and warmth that surrounded her. It was a moment of pure bliss, as Bernard and (Y/n) savoured their first moments as parents, basking in the overwhelming love that enveloped them.

-

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Preliminaries: Friends at the Table PARTIZAN and PALISADE

Ver'million "Milli" Blue received four nominations and therefore is automatically qualified.

Propaganda

Clementine Kesh:

you all claim you love evil women who do war crimes. it's time to put your money where your mouth is. she's a gaslight gatekeep girlboss (derogatory) who has fucked up god-flowers growing out of her eyes and she's my wife. #votekesh

Kalvin Brnine:

As long as they're not talking, they're the hottest character in the game

Perennial:

An cryptic Divine living at the edge of the supermassive black hole. You can also find her dispersed through the Galaxy in form of a wave, which tends to shut down electronics (except her girlfriend). Fickle, behaves tidally. Demands effort from her followers. What has come once will come again.

The Chimeric Cadent:

SEEKING A 3RD 🦄 for our codependent bugmarriage 🪲💍 we saw you from across the bar and loved your ice powers ❄️☃️ and how you told your ex it couldn't be allowed to die 🐛☠️ (we killed ur ex btw 💔). i hear ur a fan of syncretism wanna get real syncretic 🔀 and turn our body inside out into a sacred moon? 😏🌚🌝😍

The fusion of a prophet, a priestess, and a machine god. the guardian of the only death Divines can ever know. A creepy giant bat freak

Thisbe:

She has a fundamentally different conception of identity than most people. She simultaneously takes no shit and has self-confidence issues. She loves plants and takes care of people like she would a plant. She's BIG and METAL and KIND. She makes my heart flutter. ILU thisbe.

[darlingsfandom]

omg omg omg!!! Can we have a "time was never in our side" or like "The One Who Got Away" fic with Cillian (or any cill character) and Reader? btw, love your writing ❤

thank you baby doll✨

TW: cheating , not proofread! This is obviously an AU!

His eyes had to be playing tricks on him. He couldn’t believe that you were standing there in his favorite green dress with the little pink flowers on it, it was a dream! It was a dream! He convinced himself it was dream that you were standing there in that dress across the street smelling the flowers at the local flower shop.

He was standing in the middle of the street holding a bag of cheese from the small little shop he enjoyed visiting. Cillian watched you pick up a sunflower and examine it. Sunflowers were always your favorite. They made you smile so hard you’d get little crinkles on your face that he enjoyed. A feeling of sadness washed over him because this wasn’t a dream! You were really standing there holding a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers in your hands.

“Cillian? Are you alright?” His wife asked as he watched you. You looked so peaceful, full of life and somehow younger than he remembered.

“Yeah yeah just getting a little tired.” He turned to her and it hit him, he should’ve never married her. It was you! It’s been you. It’s always been you. You were his love and he had let you get away years ago. Things were great between the two of you but he never said “I love you” when he had the chance.

“Let’s get ya home yeah?” She pulled on his arm making him look back at you and it was as if the universe was listening because as he went to look at you, you were looking at him with confusion until he actually looked at him and a smile appeared on your lips. You gave a wave and he waved back. Lucky for him his wife was busy on her phone in that moment.

You walked across the street with confidence until he seen that he had a ring on his finger and her arm was looped through his, the smile fell off your face. You stopped just a few steps ahead of him before looking over your shoulder to see him looking back at you like a lost puppy.

Very quickly you looked in your purse, scribbled down your number on an old receipt and walked back towards him. His wife had her back turned him as she was talking on the phone. You put the crumbled paper in his back pocket. Both of you shared a look that made your heart flutter .

The night he dialed your number and prayed you answer.

“Hello?” You answered but the sound of your voice made his brain shut off.

“Hello?” You asked again and still no words. Was he really calling you while his wife was asleep in the other room? To be fair he had heard her talking to someone else a few nights ago and found a few texts to a number that wasn’t saved that made his blood boil .

“Look im hanging up n—“

“Wait! It’s me.” He spoke up in a panic.

“Cillian? I’m surprised.”

“Well ya gave me yer number and in front of my wife…”

“I figured , she seems … lovely ?” You forced the word out.

“Yeah I guess ya could say dat… but if she was why would I be callin ya?”

“I don’t know Cillian , why are you calling me? You could’ve just thrown my number away. You must’ve felt what I did earlier .”

“I miss ya okay, I miss us..”

“There’s wasn’t an us cillian ! You wouldn’t open up to me! I waited for so long and you ran away! And now you’re happily married while my loser of boyfriend is cheating on me and you know the sad part…” you hiccuped With anger…

“I caught him in the act! With your wife! That’s right! Soon as I seen you with her I couldn’t keep that information in! You deserve better!”

“Yer messing with me! There’s no way she’s dining that!”

“Oh yeah? Follow her to her gym class tomorrow at 4pm! Call me then you asshole!” And with that you hung up. Cillian couldn’t believe it. He knew about the text and pictures and calls but how in the hell did it end up to be your husband ? How did the universe manage that.

Cillian waited for his wife to leave before he followed her to her class. He watched her enter only to leave a few minutes later with another man. He ran his hands over his face before he gave you another call.

“Hello?”

“Ya were right … I’m sorry”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s not your fault.”

Cillian sighed into the phone while rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Can ya meet me somewhere?” He asked.

“I’m outside the gym.” Cillian popped up and looked around. You were sitting in a chair on the patio of the bakery next door. He hung up and ran to you. You were stirring your drink slowly while kicking your foot in the air .

“Did you know I was going to be here?” He asked as he sat across from you.

“I had a feeling. You always let your curious side get the best of you.” You flicked the straw before sitting up straight.

“So what happens now?”

“That’s up to you Cill! I have divorce papers ready on the counter since I know he’s taking her back to our place. You could stay married or divorce her. Oh! Would you look at that?” Your phone started to ring.

“How may I help you?” You smirked.

“What the fuck are these papers?” Cillian heard him screaming through your phone.

“Oh those , those are called divorce papers honey! Did fucking her make you too stupid to read?”

“I’m not , what are you talking about ?” He was trying to deny it.

“I bet in about a minute her phone is going to ring.” Cillian took the hint and called her. You put your phone on speaker as your husband went silent when the sound of the phone ringing was loud.

“Hi honey !” Echoed through Cillians phone.

“Where are you?” He asked and she could hear all the non sense happening.

“I umm..”

“I wouldn’t lie if I were ya, I know you’re sleeping with my friends husband. You’re looking at him being yelled at about divorce papers right now because of you! And guess what, you’re getting some too! So ya two can have each other.” Cillian hung up and so did you!

You and Cillian had been apart for over five years and now the universe brought you back together with cheating spouses to reconnect the two of you. The universe was a funny thing because this was his second chance to make things right with you ! This was his time to show you how important you really are!

[bonefall]

Ok, when Riverstar said "my Flutter" that set off warning bells for me-💀

WHY did they do this... not only did they hetcon a lost wife into Riverstar's backstory (predictably, btw, this is the 4th time they took a character the fandom heavily associated with queerness and zeroed in on a random hetero love interest) but he also uses some very bizarrely possessive language

Like... it's River Ripple. The hippie who refused to get involved in the First Battle. Weirdly detached guy with a unique philosophy??

God if we get Gray Wing 2 I'm going to scream

[magesmeatymuses]

Though, enough of the one night stands, how would you picture a serious relationship with Himiko, both including but also importantly beyond the sexy stuff? Sorry if these asks get too probing btw, I can stop them if you want.

"Well... I don't make it a secret that I love Himiko Yumeno beyond the ends of the earth. I'd like to think she feels the same, though I obviously wouldn't force that adoration on any Himiko I see. I just have a lot of affinity for her, that's all. She's my wife, dude."

"I tend to imagine her as soft and lazy, who shows her passion and love for people in her own way. I think she's a physically affectionate person who loves being cuddled and will make it very clear if she loves you based on how much she hangs out with you. I think that her chuuni qualities just adds to the charm, though I understand why some would insist magic isn't real. Maybe it's a bit narcissistic to think this, but I'd like to think that she'd love cuddling me since I'm soft and smell nice. So far as dates are concerned, I'd just want to sit at a corner store with her and watch the cars pass as we grab a bite to eat."

"So far as sexy stuff is concerned... Ahhh. Well, obviously I think she'd look great over three-hundred pounds at the very least. She's very friend-shaped, a life-sized teddy bear. T-Thing is, I also get really riled up thinking about being the same weight as her with her rubbing my belly and calling me her big, handsome man, which obviously makes my heart flutter real good, too... I like to imagine that I'd be the one doing the worshipping since she knows what kind of effect she has on me. Mutual gaining with Himiko would make me explode."

"...I need to write something with it or have someone draw it."