#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

[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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[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

[sapphire-writes]

Disobedience

pairing: Aemond x Wife!Reader request: Hello there! Would u mind doing aemond x wife! reader(the reader has the same attitude and personality as Anastasia Steele from fifty shades if that’s possible) where her husband, aemond punished the reader in his playroom (if possible tho) because she sneaked out to the city all by herself when aemond told her not to bc she could get herself in danger but she’s so stubborn and then her guards found out about it and told aemond straight away and bring her back to the castle and punished her. Pleaseee and thank you. LOVE LOVE LOVEE YOUR FICS BTW! ~ anon note: okay i took some creative liberties with this request but I hope you enjoy!! 💚 warnings: 18+ NSFW ~ spanking, oral (m-receiving) word count: 1.7k masterlist

“You did not have to inform him,” you say to Ser Criston Cole, a deep frown marring your face. Your husband Aemond stands with his back towards you in your shared chambers, as he leans over his desk. You can see the tense muscles of his back. He is angry with you. No.

He is furious. 

Ser Criston looks to the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the energy in the room between the couple.  

“Princess,” he begins, choosing his words carefully, “it was Prince Aemond’s wishes that he be informed of any of your…. indiscretions.”

You scoff, crossing your arms across your chest. Of course, your husband would be this dramatic. 

“Going to the clothier is an indiscretion now?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow at the knight. 

You had simply wished to see some new fabrics that had arrived at your favorite clothier in King’s Landing all the way from Myr. 

Ser Criston gives you a pained look.

“I am simply following order, princess,” he tells you, desperate to leave. 

“You may go, Cole,” Aemond says, his voice icy. He does not turn. Ser Criston gives you a bow before leaving you alone with your husband. 

Your eyelashes flutter furiously as you wait for your husband's wrath. In truth, you knew Aemond would not be pleased with your adventures into the streets of King’s Landing. But you had been so very careful, taking only one of your ladies in waiting with you to the clothier. But Cole had found you all the same. 

You had begged him not to tell Aemond of your journey, but of course, the knight did not follow your commands. 

“Husband,” you softly call, as Aemond remains still. You walk over to him and place a hand on his back. 

“You could have been killed,” Aemond says quietly, finally turning to face you, “or worse.”

You take a deep breath. You know Aemond’s fury comes from a place of dearest love and adoration. 

“I am fine,” you assure him, picking up his hand and placing it on your cheek. Aemond’s lips part as he lets his thumb caress your cheekbone.

“Do you know the horrid things men think of you when they see you in the streets?” Aemond tells you, bringing his other hand to cup your face. 

“I am braver than you believe,” you tell him, as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

“It is not about being brave, it is about following orders,” he tells you.

“From you?”

“Yes, me,” he says.

“I simply wished to see some new fabrics.”

“I shall bring any fabrics you require, here, to the castle.”

“I am not a bird Aemond, I do not belong in a cage.”

“It is my duty as your husband to keep you safe, why do you make it so difficult?”

“Aemond, come now-”

“Do not use that tone with me,” he says harshly, causing your breath to catch. The look in his eye has changed to something predatory and primal. 

“Do you think this can go about unpunished?” he says, violet eye boring into yours. You hate the way you squeeze your thighs together at his words. 

“Hmmm?” he asks, hands moving down to your neck. You lower your gaze.

“No,” you answer, as his grip tightens on the back of your neck.

“No what?” 

“No sir.”

“I agree,” he tells you, leading you towards the chair before releasing his grip from you and sitting down.

“Take off your stockings,” he says, bringing a finger to his lips, and running it over his enticing pout. 

You know you should not keep him waiting, that would only prolong your punishment. You do what he asks. 

“And your small clothes.” 

You do this as well, clothes hitting the floor. Your cheeks are burning as you feel bare beneath your skirts. 

“Over my knee,” he says, motioning for you. You stand before him, wide-eyed.

“Aemond-”

“I do not wish to repeat myself,” he snaps.

You lay across his lap and feel the Aemond move the fabric of your skirts to reveal your arse to him. He squeezes the soft flesh of your bottom, causing you to gasp. 

“Do you remember your High Valyrian?” he asks, still squeezing and massaging the flesh. 

Your face grows hot. Aemond had been teaching you certain phrases, some numbers. It was not something that was very easy to pick up.

“Some, I suppose,” you tell him, clenching your thighs together. He hums at this.

“I shall make you a deal,” he croons, hands splaying over your arse, “if you can continue to count in High Valyrian during your punishment, I shall grant you your release.”

Your heart beats erratically in your chest. You could do this. Not so hard. After all, Aemond is a very good teacher.

“Yes sir,” you tell him, and he brings a hand down hard, delivering a stinging slap to your cheek. 

“Skoros iksos bona?” he asks. What is that?

“Mēre” you answer immediately and he hums with approval 

You nearly make it, answering after each slap. Feeling yourself grow wetter with each strike against your soft cheeks. You bite your lip, sharp cries leaving your lips and tears leaking down your face. 

Seven hells. What was eleven? 

Your brow furrows, and nearly cry out with frustration as you feel Aemond’s fingers slip between your soaking folds. He gives you no relief, just tantalizing strokes with his long fingers grazing against your sensitive pearl. 

“Hembar?” he asks, amusement evident in his voice. Next?

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from crying, as he delivers another harsh slap to your behind. 

“Gōntan ao ojughagon ūñagon?” he questions, delivering another slap. Did you lose count?

You let out a whimper, convulsing with his next slap. Unconsciously your thighs clench together, until you feel Aemond’s hand move between them, forcing them apart. 

“Such a naughty girl,” he purrs, in the common tongue, hands splayed on your aching ass. Aemond moves one to your hair, pulling your lolling head up. 

“How did I manage to have such a wicked wife?” he taunts, your back arching as he tightens his grip. 

“I am so good to you,” he murmurs, lips near your ear, “I even offer you a chance for release, after being so irresponsible. Do you think you deserve the mercy I grant you?”

A breathy moan escapes your lips. You can feel the sharp curve of his nose press into the sensitive spot below your ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. 

“I’ll be good,” you whimper, fingers clutching the hard muscle of his thigh, “please Aemond I’ll be good.”

Aemond hums against you. 

“Show me,” he commands, harshly releasing you. You pull your body from his lap, sinking to your knees in front of him. You can see how hard he is, straining through his leathers due to the punishment he awarded you. But you are still being punished. You look up at him through your lashes, eyes watery. 

Your husband’s gaze is hungry, and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as you undo his laces with shaky hands. His cock never fails to impress you, no matter how many times you have seen it by now. How it slaps against his stomach whenever it is released, the vein underneath pulsating with every breath Aemond takes. 

“Go on then,” Aemond encourages, and you wrap your hand around him. Aemond hisses at the contact, as you swipe the precum that gathers on the tip before placing him inside your mouth. 

You hum with satisfaction as Aemond jerks his hips, ramming his thick cock down your throat. You bob your head up and down his shaft, hollowing your cheeks as he tangles a hand in your hair. 

You release him with a pop, running your hand along him, before using your tongue to caress the vein that runs up him all the way to the tip. You flatten your tongue along the slit, the salty taste of him making you drunk with need. You press your thighs together, taking him fully in your mouth once more, saliva dripping off of your chin.

“Look at you,” Aemond coos, as you meet his violet eye. His lips are parted, cheeks flushed. 

You hum again, bringing your hand to fondle his balls. You know he loves it when you give him this attention and you are rewarded for your efforts with a moan from the one-eyed prince. 

The sounds in the room are lewd and wet as you gag on his length. You move your head furiously, as tears leak from your eyes as he nudges the back of your throat. 

You can feel his cock pulsating in your mouth and know he’s close. Aemond drops his head back, his seeing-eye scrunched shut as he releases into your mouth. You suck him down greedily, eager to please. 

Aemond’s moan turns into a rough hum as he strokes your head while you release his softening cock. Only then does he open his eye, looking at you moving his hand under your chin. You swallow, knowing what he’s waiting for, and open your mouth presenting your clean tongue to him. 

He gives you a proud half-smile, using his free hand to replace his cock back in his trousers before standing. You remain on your knees in front of him, his hand still firmly on your chin forcing you to look up at him. 

“There’s my good girl,” he says affectionately, his rough voice washing over you like a sensual caress. Aemond tugs on your lip, before letting his hand drop from your face completely, striding towards the door. Your eyes widen with confusion. 

“Aemond-”

“Hm?” he says, turning on his heel. Your lips open and close, a small whimper escaping your lips. The ache between your thighs matches that of your stinging backside. 

Your husband tilts his head to the side.

“You didn’t think I would give you release after all that?” he asks, clicking his tongue. A dark chuckle leaves him and you feel your lower lip begin to tremble.

“No, my dear wife, I am afraid not.”

You pout, as hot tears run down your cheeks. You know better than to fight him unless you want a repeat of your punishment. You look away from him instead, towards the floor. 

Aemond watches as you pout at the floor, a defeated expression on your face and the muscles in your back relaxing. Something primal comes alive within him when he finally has you in submission. 

“Do not cry too much, my love,” Aemond calls, opening the door. 

“There is always tonight.”

note: hope you enjoyed! also absolutely living for the three requests I get the most for Aemond: soft, smut, or angst literally love all you readers so much 😂💚

[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 !!

[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.

[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

[rhettabbotts]

Lavender Haze smut 8 and 71 with Bob! Congratulations btw! ❤️

i touch myself - bob floyd

pairing: bob floyd x fiancée!reader

summary: being away from bob is hard, even if it is just for a couple of weeks.

w/c: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ only. smut. afab reader. phone sex. dirty talk. masturbation. a little dash of subby bob.

prompts: “i can’t sleep without you here.” “y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that are you?”

When Bob had to travel home for what was supposed to be a few days, you thought you could handle it. Those few days turned into nearly two weeks and you missed him terribly. You wanted to go with him, you really did, but you couldn’t afford to miss work and you were still house training your new puppy.

You spoke to Bob every night. He would call and listen to you vent about work, humming every now and then. He would complain about his aunt Ruth, how she still pinched his cheeks even though he was nearly 30. You smiled lightly, thinking about how it doesn’t bother Bob at all when you do the same.

It was a few nights before Bob was due home. You were nearly itching to be in his embrace. Your phone started ringing as you were rubbing lotion up and down your legs after your shower, signaling that you had an incoming FaceTime. Bob’s photo and name lit up your screen and you couldn’t hide the grin that erupted on your face.

“There’s my pretty wife,” Bob exclaimed, the apples of his cheeks flushed pink.

“Not your wife yet, Bobby,” you uttered matter-of-factly but your heart fluttered at the sentiment.

“Gonna be my wife soon, though.”

His hair was a little disheveled and his eyes were hooded, a telltale sign he’s been drinking. You knew he had been out with some childhood friends that night and you knew how Bob handled his alcohol. A couple shots of tequila and he was a goner. You set the phone up on the bathroom counter to finish your nighttime routine.

Bob rambled on about his time at home, mentioned several times how much he missed you and Apollo. His glasses were slightly askew and you knew he was laying in his childhood bedroom. The Star Wars posters were a dead giveaway. You loved listening to Bob talk. His slight accent was stronger since he had been home and you couldn’t stop the heat that coursed through your veins.

You braced your elbows on the counter and Bob stuttered, stopping mid-sentence. He had a perfect view of your breasts from your robe dipping and your lips quirked up in a grin at the way his eyes widened.

“You okay, baby?” You asked, knowing the answer.

“Y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that, are you?”

God, he was adorable. You shook your head and stood up straight, playing with the silk tie of the robe. He moved up in his bed, clearing his throat and straightening his glasses. You loved the effect you had on him.

“I miss you so much, Bobby,” you whispered, pressing your back against the bathroom wall and letting your fingertips graze down the column of your neck. “Do you miss me?”

“More than you know,” his voice was pinched, a roughness to it.

Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him.

Your fingertips made their way down your chest, brushing them over your hardened nipples through the soft material. The sensation causes your eyes to flutter shut and a whimper to slip from your throat. You could hear Bob’s labored breathing through the phone and when you opened your eyes, his gaze pinning you in your spot. You weren’t sure if it was residual heat from the shower or the way he was looking at you, but you felt dizzy.

“You know what I’m thinking about right now? I’m thinking about how good your hands feel. God, baby… Just wish you were here.”

The shoulder of the robe fell, exposing your right breast and you heard Bob inhale deeply. Bob loved every part of you but he always paid special attention to your chest. He loved getting his hands on them and you knew this was sweet torture for him.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, Bob. I’m gonna touch myself while you watch. And that’s all you can do is watch. I don’t want you to come until you’re home and inside me. Is that alright?”

You weren’t dominant or demanding often. It wasn’t something you were used to but sometimes… sometimes the feeling just overtook you. Especially when Bob sounded so pretty when he whimpered and whined.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.”

Hastily untying the belt and letting the scrap of fabric fall to the bathroom tile, you stood bare in front of your fiancé. The blacks of his pupils swallowed the cerulean blue entirely. His thin bottom lip was tucked tight beneath his teeth. You would never go a day feeling like you weren’t beautiful when Bob always looked at you like he was now.

You moved your hands to your breasts again, pinching the stuff peaks of your nipples until your back was bowing away from the wall. You wanted to close your eyes but Bob’s gaze kept you locked in on him. He had taken his glasses off at this point, and had moved higher against the headboard. He was enjoying the show.

You could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs as you continued your ministrations on your chest. You ached to touch your wet heat but you wanted to drag this out, wanted Bob nearly begging to see you.

“I love when you play with my tits, baby boy. You just love getting your mouth on them, don’t you?” You asked, smirking at the sound of his punched out moan. He was gripping the headboard railing to keep his hands off himself.

“Love it so much, sweetheart.”

“Oh, I know you do, baby. M’so wet for you, Bob. Should I touch myself? Show you how turned on I am?”

He whimpered loudly, chewing on his bottom lip harder and nodding eagerly.

Your fingers slowly slid down your sternum, tickling your lower stomach, before settling between your thighs. The first touch to your wet cunt made you jolt, a low moan escaping you without warning. Your index finger traced lazy circles around your clit, collecting the wetness and displaying them to Bob. His chest was heaving, mouth agape. His tongue slipped out, licking his lips and whispering your name.

“You want a taste so bad. I can tell, baby boy. Can’t wait until you’re home so I can ride your face. You always look so pretty between my thighs.”

You were clenching around nothing, your body begging you to fill your hole. The angle was awkward but when you worked two fingers inside, you melted against the wall. You thrust them in and out, curling them to brush over that spot that made you weak in the knees. You stayed silent for a while, letting out moans every now and then. Your eyes never left Bob’s. He looked like he was in near tears from how turned on he was.

His intense gaze and breathy whines led you to reach down with your other hand to rub your bundle of nerves once more. You were close and Bob knew that.

“Sweetheart, please. Please cum for me. Wanna see you.” His voice was gruff, laced with lust.

“Bobby, baby. Oh- oh god!”

Your orgasm washed over you in a wave of ecstasy. It took everything in you to stay upright, your legs turning to jelly as you came down from your high. As you opened your eyes again, you felt chills run down your spine at the look in Bob’s cobalt eyes.

You cleaned yourself up in silence, slipping the robe back on and moving to the bed to get settled for the night.

“I really do miss you. I can’t sleep without you here.”

“I know, my love. It’s just a few more days though. And then you’ll be begging to get rid of me again,” Bob said, smiling sweetly at you.

“Never. I’m never gonna let you go. Love you, Bobby.”

“Love you forever, my sweetheart.”

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[bloodypeachblog]

You got any daddy Sammy Headcanons?

You fucking bet I do!

Sammy Lawrence headcanons

(This is with F!Reader, btw)

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• 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)

Masterlist

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

[midwestmade29]

First Kiss Under the Mistletoe 💋

Christmas Writing Prompt: #1 Word Count: 623 Divider by: @benkeibear GIF by: @adamjf

100% fluff, no disclaimers or wanrings!

Side note...can you believe I actually wrote something about a different wrestler other than Christian Cage?! I gotta admit it was a lot of fun! Nick is my original favorite btw...I mean, just look at him 😍

You and Nick Jackson share a special moment under the mistletoe...

The hustle and bustle of the day finally started to calm down once most of the guests started leaving the Christmas party. It was only the second time you had been around Nick’s family since the two of you started dating, and you were excited to take that next step in your relationship. You and Nick were alone in the kitchen on dish washing duty, sharing laughs and smiles until the last dish was towel dried. “Thanks for helping me with these Y/N! My mom hates putting her nice dishes in the dishwasher. Matt usually helps me, but I’m glad it was you this time instead.” Nick said affectionately. “No problem! I’m happy to help. Your parents went through a lot of trouble tonight for everyone, they deserve a break.” You smiled.

After sitting and chatting with Nick’s parents and Matt and his wife, they all decided to call it a night and head to bed/home. “It’s getting late, we should probably head out too.” Nick suggested. Once you gathered your shoes and coats, you were about to walk out the front door when you remembered you had forgotten something. “We almost forgot the leftovers in the kitchen! They’re in the fridge.” you reminded Nick. He made his way to the kitchen, collecting all the containers before rejoining you in the living room where you stood waiting in the doorway. “I think that’s all of them. Looks like our next few meals are taken care of.” He joked. Alexa was still playing Christmas music quietly in the background and the lights on the tree casted a soft glow around the room. The way they seemed to sparkle in Nick’s blue eyes made your heart flutter and your knees go weak, but your adoring gaze was interrupted when Nick accidentally dropped a couple of the food containers. Thankfully nothing spilled!

When you stood up after grabbing the containers, Nick appeared to be nervous all of a sudden. “Are you okay?” you asked tenderly. He didn’t use words to respond, instead he shifted his eyes towards the ceiling, yours following suit. It didn’t dawn on you at first what he was looking at until you noticed the sprig of mistletoe hanging directly above you. Since you hadn’t been dating very long, you and Nick hadn’t had a first kiss yet. It was evident from the moment you and Nick met that there was an intense attraction to one another, but the “right time” to make that next move hadn’t occurred yet. Between being busy with AEW and Matt and others always around, getting time alone with Nick wasn’t easy. But here the two of you stood before one another, with nothing to interrupt you this time.

Nick cleared his throat as he sat the food containers down on a nearby table. “You know it’s bad luck to break tradition. I’d hate for us to be the ones to do that.” Nick pointed out. “Bad luck, huh? I don’t think we need any of that.” You teased. Nick closed the gap between you, cupping your cheek with his hand, pausing for a moment to take in the sight of you before gently pressing his lips to yours. Sparks flew the second your lips touched, causing you to smile against them. The kiss was everything you dreamed it would be and more. It ended all too soon, leaving your cheeks flushed and lips tingling. Nick rested his forehead on yours, stroking your cheek with his fingertips and grinning from ear to ear. “That was…” he trailed off. “Incredible?” you said quickly, finishing his sentence for him. “That’s an understatement, but it will do for now. Merry Christmas sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

[bonebabbles]

A Forest Divided: BEGIN

I'm so happy im finally at the book where Clear Sky's mom calls him a bitch. I cannot wait for this. I'm kept alive on fumes.

Also wolf mention;

This is less "ecological nitpick" and more wondering what they think of wolves? DOTC is like... a weird mix of America and England. Appalachian Scafells. Scaffalachia.

Wolves are extinct in England but we do have them in America... though I'm not sure if we had them between 1910 - 1950, when DOTC takes place.

Anyway, big dream thing again where all the leaders are called together so StarClan can hand them the plot again. This moment stands out;

fuck you mean, "If he hadn't let her leave"? She left because he was getting people killed, throwing disabled people out of his Clan, and fighting with her publicly while bossing her around, why the hell are you phrasing it as "LET HER LEAVE"?? She left BECAUSE you were so controlling

"If only I had been even worse u_u" -Clear Sky

Anyway the StarClan cats are angry that no one has followed their vague order to "grow and spread." ok. At the very least, we get to watch Clear Sky get yelled at by a baby so that's cool

"It's so good to see you, my very first fridged girl :D"

"FUCK YOURSELF SIDEWAYS"

I love you Fluttering Bird, BEST Quiet Rain kit, no contest, I love you I love you I love you.

Clear Sky sees everyone hanging out with each other in the dream but no one wants to talk to him, and for the FIRST time, EVER, SOMEONE FINALLY TELLS HIM IT IS HIS FAULT.

This is building up to how he needs a wife though, btw. Star Flower is a reward for being good now, so he'll have "someone to care for him" and defend him against the horrible ordeal of People Being Mad At Him. She is an object for Clear Sky's narrative.

As cathartic as it is that finally, someone's mad at him, you're supposed to feel bad that they're being so harsh. To the dictator. Who got more than half of the dead cats in this dream killed.

I'm not being hyperbolic about the wife-thing btw. That's just what's written.

Spoiler alert for the rest of the book: He tries to control his family again and they say no, because what he's supposed to do is find contentedness in Star Flower. His new wife. She becomes a Clear Sky Stan and acts as a writer mouthpiece for how cool and strong he is.

And THAT. THAT is why they were always going to waste Star Flower. They aren't telling a story about how Clear Sky is just like One Eye, and that he effectively got out-dictator'd by a bigger boot, and that he has to reflect on that. No, they're playing this completely straight, One Eye was a point of reference. He's what ""EVIL"" is supposed to look like, to contrast Clear Sky, who was NOT evil.

So they don't think there COULD BE a person who encourages his worse instincts, the way the fandom wants Star Flower to do. He doesn't HAVE worse instincts, his ""abuse"" was just love misapplied. Or, more accurately, it can't be abuse if it was based in real love.

Star Flower is not a person. She is a sexy lamp for Clear Sky to win.

[furfag-cringelord]

redoing my intro shit this is a temp placeholder <3

hi! im miles! you can also call me jay, pyral(spite), nep(eta), flutters(hy), or gir!

my pronouns are primarily it/ix/bite/pup but i am good with pretty much any neos :3 feel free to check out my pronouns.page for more fun stuff such as neopronouns and xenogenders and names and words :33

i am an osdd-1b system host but dont post system stuff that often 👍 i post a lot more about our audhd bpd and fibro but even then i prefer to use tumblr for fandom shit as opposed to sadposting lmao

uhh feel free to dm for our discord / simply plural / instagram if we're mutuals btw :3 and even if we're not you can look at my artfight / toyhou.se / spacehey / twitter / ao3

i won't ever be able to make a full list of my fandoms bc there's too many but currently what i rb a lot of includes invader zim, ace attorney, car seat headrest, honkai star rail, puella magi madoka magica, undertale, deltarune, dan and phil, homestuck, pokemon, project sekai, trigun, my chemical romance, my little pony, sonic the hedgehog, and waterparks

im working on a bit of a basic tagging system for organization which works as follows

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#:33 <> - equius/meowrails stuff :3

#mutual food :3 - cooking my mutuals

#computerfuckery - having sex with the server room (objectum posting i think wires are SEXY)

#carnivorous fagposting - cannibalism and teeth and meat and flesh and all that sexy stuff

if i post anything you want tagged specifically lmk :3 i'll do the same for things that bother me

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