#I am so glad to have captured a bit of that

[scalierpepper]

Just wanted to let you know that your tlt animatic has irrevocably changed my brain chemistry. I've rewatched it several times now and keep finding new wonderful things. It's so masterfully done! The way you matched it to the music! The little animated movement touches! The camera angles! The lighting! How it's FULLY COLOURED???????? We are so spoiled. I paused to admire all the images between the GtN and HtN sections and they are all BANGERS. The way you timed that to the music??? The line about the sword as Gideon lets go of hers??? Transcendent. I LOVE how you draw the characters, I feel like that's just canon how they look. Gideon's grin. Harrow's little bird bone face. I've literally straight up cried more than once at the part where the River takes Gideon. I'm just wildly grateful you put all this time into a project like this because it's so beautiful and took so much time and skill and ahhh. I have saved it to show to any of my friends I can convince to read the series. Thank you again so much for making it I am forever in your debt.

OK NOW IM CRYING thank you so much T__T

[lunarharp]

played dragon age 2...just simple scribbles

[perilegs]

no video game will ever feel as much like home as dao does. i saw an alistair clip and got mildly emotional over how much i miss him.

[scoobydoozombieisland1998]

my brother bringing his bookish friend over for dinner with me and my parents makes me feel like a jane austen character. hes talking about how his favorite part of before sunrise was when julie delpy said trying to understand each other was as close to god as we could get and looking me in the eyes while saying it

[hyunebunx]

˖˙ ᰋ ── highlighter? what's that?

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: very much inspired by the video hyun did with risabae <3 very self indulgent; hyun's a cutiepie and i wanna squish his cheeks. i hope you enjoy!! <3

“Baby, what is this?”

Hyunjin looks up from his phone in wonder, raising both eyebrows as you thrust a pink, round, and strange-looking sponge in his face.

He pauses, gaze finding yours, scoffing as your smile widens.

“A beauty blender. How stupid do you think I am?”

You can't help but laugh, putting the item away to cradle his face and place a soft kiss on his forehead. “Stupid isn't a word I actively associate with you, my love.”

You can feel him melt at your words, and as he leans into the touch to capture your lips, you pull back to get another product, as committed to the bit as one could be.

“What about this?”

Hyunjin is confused, a pout settling over his pillowy lips. He studies the pencil in your hand, stopping at the blunt tip that can barely tell him what color it's supposed to be anymore.

“Is this one of my drawing pencils? But I don't remember owning such a shade.” He takes it from your hand to have a closer look, studying it curiously. “A crayon?”

“A crayon, baby?”

He nods, smiling brightly. “I didn't know you got back into coloring! I'm so glad!”

He's too cute to disagree with, so your only response is a smile full of fondness as you turn away from him once again, setting the lip liner aside.

“What are you doing?”

“I saw this on tiktok.” Hyunjin groans loudly, letting his head fall back against the couch in the most dramatic manner he could muster. “It’s looked like so much fun! All you have to do is name these products you've seen me use hundreds of times.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, staring at the ceiling in contemplation. “Nothing from that app can be fun.”

“So, you're not having fun?” You pout, trying to meet his eyes and weaken his defences.

Silence greets your question for a few heartbeats which aids you in hearing the gears in Hyunjin’s head working overtime, pondering over his next words.

Eventually, he sighs and grumbles under his breath. “I didn't say that...”

When Hyunjin returns to sitting properly, you hold up a familiar product he is bound to guess even with his eyes closed.

“That's lipstick. Your favorite one. You love peppering kisses all over my face while wearing it just so it would stain my skin.”

Your grin is so wide that your cheeks start to hurt, happiness contagious as it pulls the same smile from your previously grumpy boyfriend. “Great job, baby!” You clap, reaching out to run your hand through his short hair, the texture that has him resembling a hedgehog pleasant on your skin. As expected, he leans into your touch once again, like a moth drawn to a flame, or a cat craving affection after a whole day spent apart. At this point, you’re sure he’s not even aware of how often he does it.

“I got it right.” He mumbles, grabbing your other hand before you can run away to plant soft kisses all over your knuckles. “Now where’s my reward?”

“A reward?” You ask, raising a curious brow while your hand stills on his head. “What do you want?”

“You.”

Your heart flutters, somehow still not used to his characteristic boldness that never shies away from expressing what he desires, making you go weak in the knees without fail.

You weren’t done with him yet, but Hyunjin did have a point – his patience deserved a reward after getting roped into another one of your schemes, even though you could always tell he loved your spontaneous mind and silly ideas.

Without a word, you dip down to plant a sweet kiss on his awaiting lips, one that lingers for as long as you’re both willing to get lost in each other. Which is a long time, an eternity if only your need for air didn’t butt in every few minutes to ruin the moment.

His strong arms circle your waist, keeping you in place as he kisses all of your thoughts away. His cheeky tongue caresses your bottom lip as if politely asking for entrance. You comply, only for a fleeting moment, allowing him to taste you as your hands squish his cheeks together, unable to help yourself.

When you pull away, you’re both a little out of breath, lips red and slick with each other’s saliva. Hyunjin’s looking up at you after resting his chin above your stomach, eyes full of the love only you can ignite in him, and the sight doesn’t fail to pull on your sensitive heartstrings.

Gently, with utmost care, you wipe at his bottom lip, causing his hold on you to tighten and pull you even closer, almost seating you on his lap.

Somehow, you manage to twist your body in his embrace and reach for the next product, still not willing to give up on your game.

“Baby,” you coo, caressing his jaw, “do you recognize this one?”

Releasing you, Hyunjin reaches for the small product that looks even tinier in his big hands, inspecting it thoroughly. He’s turning it around, analyzing it from every angle, before finally figuring out how to open it. A gasp escapes his full lips as a cloud of glitter greets him, the particles flying in his face like they too longed for a chance at his love, to touch and kiss his face like you were just doing minutes prior.

“It’s so shiny.” He mumbles, in awe of all the colorful hues he can see in the white powder. “Is this the thing you put on your eyes? What was it called?”

You can’t help but laugh, your heart growing in size at the adorable look on his face, the furrow between his eyebrows you had to hold yourself back from kissing away. “I guess you can use it on your eyes as well, yeah.”

“It’s a highlighter, Hyun.”

“Highlighter?” Hyunjin whispers, still as lost as ever, searching his mind for all the memories in which he’s witnessed you use this thing.

You nod, grabbing his hand to help him dip his fingers in, gently. “See how it sparkles?”

Hyunjin is mesmerized, staring at the swatch you just did on his hand with the curiosity of a little kid that just received a new, shiny toy he couldn’t bring himself to tear out of the package yet.

The sight is so endearing that your heart threatens to jump out of your chest at any second, leaving you behind in favor of finding a new home among Hyunjin’s other organs, deeming him more worthy. That’s why, you let her dictate your next move, leaning down to sweetly peck his lips once again, a kiss he returns automatically.

Now, he’s frowning because of a whole other reason, holding himself back from chasing after your lips. “I got it wrong though?”

You shake your head, beaming. “It doesn’t matter. Your cuteness deserves a reward either way.”

The last thing you see is his bright smile before you turn your back to him again, reaching for the eyelash curler that is bound to give him some trouble.

Once Hyunjin’s doe eyes settle on the small piece of metal in your hands, his smile vanishes as an emotion resembling fear clouds the chocolate color.

“Absolutely not! Get that torture device away from me!”

Oh, how much you loved your boyfriend and his dramatic antics.

[mclqren]

BALLERINA ★ LN4

PAIRING ✦ lando norris x fem!ballerina!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you play odette in the 'swan lake' ballet, and you manage to capture the attention of an f1 driver who has come to watch [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader plays odette in the swan lake ballet, and is british. she’s good friends with carmen, george’s girlfriend. the fc i've used is pdm.clara, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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[mmeskywalker]

|| finally mine

summary: THEODORE NOTT, your newfound lover after the whole new year’s eve fiasco, is walking you to your dorm after the party. when you get there, you see a new side of him, a caring, yet dominant side... oh, honey, it’s okay, he just wants to show you his love, the love that pours from every fiber of his being for you.

word count: ngl, i didn’t feel like finding out. it’s shorter than part one.

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/mmeskywalker/746406054677692416/new-years-and-blooming-hearts

a/n: this is lowercase intended. i kind of rushed this, so i’m sorry if it’s awful… i’ve had horrible writers block recently.

warnings: smut. rough, but caring theo. praise kink. italian nicknames. italian!theo. a little bit of jealousy.

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the rain poured around you and theodore, his arms over your heads as he lifted his robe to keep from getting wet. to your not-so-utter surprise, it wasn’t working very well.

“theo, we’re still getting soaked,” you giggled, walking close enough to him to have your head under his arm—which, funnily enough, was protecting you more from the rain than his robe.

theodore shook his head, laughing softly beside you. “no, no, no, bambina, the robe is doing wonders.” he sighed before smiling again, almost as if he was lost in thought.

“i never dreamed i'd be walking you back to your dorm room on new year's eve," theodore remarked, his voice low and playful. "but i'm very glad i am now."

you looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the twinkling lights from the castle as you walked. "me too," you whispered, squeezing his arm gently. the rain continued to fall, but it no longer bothered you. you couldn’t stop smiling due to where the night was ending.

he reluctantly takes the robe off and slides it back on, the wetness no affecting him due to how wet he already was. he’s looking at you as if you were a jewel, and you smile at him. “what?” you asked.

a slow smile spreaded across his face. leaning in closer, his nose brushed against yours as if he were he breathing in your scent. "nothing… it’s just—you are everything to me, soffio," he murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion.

his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your damp hair as he tilted your head gently to the side. "you’re absolutely everything." he repeated, his eyes flickering down to your lips, a hunger burning in their depths. "and i don’t ever want to put you in a position where you think otherwise again," he whispered, before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss that left you breathless. his lips moved against yours with a passion and intensity you'd never felt before, pouring all of his love and desire into that single, perfect moment.

as theodore's lips moved urgently against your own, his hands roamed your curves, holding you close as if he never wanted to let you go.

when he finally pulled back, you were both left breathless, your chests heaving and your cheeks flushed. “come on,” theodore's eyes were dark with desire as he gazed down at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "let's get you inside before we catch pneumonia," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

“sounds like a plan,” you chuckled, a sudden desire arousing within you.

he took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he led you quickly into the entrance hall of your dormitory. the warmth of the interior was a stark contrast to the chilly rain outside, and you couldn't help but shiver slightly as the door closed behind you.

theodore noticed and immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. "you're freezing, bambina," he said softly, rubbing your arm to try and warm you up. "come on, let's get you to your room."

he guided you upstairs, his steps confident and purposeful. when you reached your door, he turned to face you, his hand still gently rubbing your arm. he looked down at you, his eyes soft and caring. "here we are," he murmured, glancing at the wood panel behind you. “now get inside, bella, i don’t want you catching a cold.”

theodore leaned against the doorframe, his damp chestnut hair falling across his forehead as he gazed down at you with a warm, affectionate smile. his dark green robe clung to his tall, muscular frame, the fabric glistening with raindrops. he reached out, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips lingering on your cheek.

“what about you," you murmured softly, your voice trembling slightly with anticipation, "why don’t you come inside? i don’t want you catching a cold either, teddy. besides, i don't to spend new years alone." you stepped into the room, pulling him gently by the hand.

your voice cracks, almost as if it were a plea. “please, stay with me tonight.”

theodore paused, his eyes widening slightly at your invitation. a slow, worriful look spread across his features as he gazed down at you, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "are you sure, soffio?" he asked softly, a hint of teasing in his low, melodic voice. "because if i come in there, i don’t know if i'll be able to control myself." he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "seeing you with enzo tonight—it drove me crazy.” his other hand slid down to the small of your back, pulling your curves flush against his muscular chest. "cara mia, i yearn for you." his voice was whiny, almost as if he were about to fall to his knees, his gaze intense and filled with a quiet desperation.

“theodore," you breathed out, your eyes darkening with desire as you gazed up at him. "i’m sure. you can ask anyone we know—i've wanted you for so long.”

you slid your hands up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his damp robe. your fingers curled into the fabric, tugging him closer until your bodies were pressed together, your curves fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his muscular frame.

"please," you whispered, your voice low and filled with longing. "make me yours, theodore. i want to start this new year as your girl, completely and entirely yours, nobody elses." you leaned in, your lips brushing against his jawline as you placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of his throat.

your hands fumbled with the sash of his robe, desperation coursing through your veins as you tried to remove the barrier between your bodies. "please, theodore," you whimpered, your voice high and needy. "i need you so badly, i can't stand it."

“bella— you’re trembling,” his brows etched upward, his large hands squeezing gently at your hips. you moan against his neck, and something inside of him switches. something predatory.

you captured his mouth in a fierce, desperate kiss, your tongue tangling with his own as you poured all of your desire into the embrace. your hands slid beneath his robe, nails raking down his back as you held him close. "fuck me, theodore," you gasped against his lips. "i’m sorry for being so straight forward—but please, fuck me like you mean it, like you'll never let me go."

theodore groaned deeply as your nails dug into his back, his hips surging forward to grind his hardening length against your core. "if you keep begging like that, bella," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "…i don’t know what i’ll do."

“me,” you press yourself against him, your palm feeling his hard erection through his pants. “do me, make me yours, please.”

theodore's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at your desperate pleas, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "y/n, you have no idea what you're asking for," he whimpered, his hands grabbing at your hips. "if we do this, i won't be able to hold back. i'll take you in ways you've never been taken before.”

he leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your throat as he spoke. "i've wanted you for so long, bellissima. watched you with other men, imagining all the things i would do to you, how i would claim this body as mine."

theodore's grip tightened, fingers digging into the flesh of your rear as he grinded his hardening bulge against your core. "if we start this, you're mine. no turning back,” he warned, voice dropping an octave.

“i want this,” you say, surprised but not upset at his complete change in demeanor.

at that, he threw off his robe, letting it fall to the floor as he revealed his toned, muscular body to your hungry gaze. he captured your hands, pinning them above your head as he settled between your thighs, the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against your clothed sex.

it was almost as if all he needed was your approval before flipping the switch.

"i'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days," he promised darkly, his hips rolling in a slow, teasing grind against yours. "i'm going to claim this pretty pussy as mine, make it mine in every way possible."

“please, theo,” you moaned, the sight of him and his dominance making you drip with desire.

he tugged your leggings and panties down your legs, tossing them aside carelessly. his fingers delved between your thighs, stroking through your slick folds, feeling your wetness. "so fucking wet for me already," he purred, his fingers circling your clit.

theodore's fingers have already slipped inside you, pumping in and out of your soaked entrance. his thumb rubbed firm circles around your clit, making your hips buck up against his hand, desperate for more. "please, theodore," you whimpered, your voice high and needy, "i need your cock inside me, i need you to fill me up."

he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "so impatient, amore mio. don't worry, i'll give you what you need." he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck your juices clean. "mmm, you taste so good, soffio."

he undid his trousers, freeing his hard, thick cock. it jerked against his stomach, long and heavy, the swollen head already leaking with arousal. "look at what you do to me, bella," he said softly, wrapping a hand around his length and stroking slowly. "look how hard you make me, how much i need to be inside you."

theodore's eyes darkened as he watched you watch him stroke his thick cock. "no one could ever love you the way i do, soffio," he murmured, his voice low and intense. "not lorenzo, not anyone else." his hand tightened around his length, pumping faster as he held your gaze. "i've known you for so long, been by your side through everything. i know every part of you, inside and out." he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. "i know how to make you feel pleasure beyond what anyone else could even imagine. you're mine, and you always will be."

he positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging against your slick folds. "tell me you know it too, amore mio," he demanded, his voice rough with desire. "tell me you know that no one could ever fuck you like i can, could ever make you feel as good as i do." he rolled his hips, teasing you with the promise of being filled. "say it, soffio. i want to hear you say it."

you reached up, cupping his chiseled jaw in your palm as you traced the sharp lines of his face with your fingertips. "i've never wanted anyone as much as i want you," you confessed softly, your voice trembling with emotion. "i've never felt this way about anyone before." you brushed your thumb across his bottom lip, your breath mingling with his own. "please, theodore. please make me yours, completely and entirely. i need you to fuck me like you mean it, like you'll never let me go. please—you’re the only one who could ever make me feel good, baby, please.”

theodore's eyes flashed with a primal hunger at your words, a possessive gleam that sent shivers down your spine. "that's my girl," he praised softly, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

theo's grin widened, showing off his perfect white teeth as he gazed down at you with a newfound intensity. "you're perfect, you know that? such a good girl, so eager to give yourself to me completely."

his hand slid up your side, cupping your breast and squeezing gently as he rolled his hips, teasing your entrance with his thick length. "i can feel how much you want it, how desperate you are to be filled by me. your little pussy is gripping my cock so tightly already, begging to be stretched and filled."

theo leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "you have a praise kink, don't you, amore mio? you love hearing me tell you how good and perfect you are while i fuck this sweet cunt." he nipped at your earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. "don't worry, bella. i'm going to praise you the whole time, let you know just how amazing you are as i claim this pussy as mine."

you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back.

theo rolled his hips again, the head of his cock popping inside your tight entrance. "you're going to be screaming my name in no time, begging me to fuck you harder and deeper.”

a breathy whimper escaped your lips as theodore’s praise washed over you, your body trembling with anticipation and desire. "theo," you gasped, your voice high and needy as you clung to him desperately. "please, i need—fuck!" your hips jerked as he pushed forward, your walls clenching greedily around his thick length as it stretched you open.

"oh fuck, you're so big," you mewled, your thighs quivering around his waist. tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of your eyes as you gazed up at him, your irises hazy and unfocused.

theodore’s eye lit up, the way you screamed for him making him almost cum on the spot.

your fingers dug into his back, nails raking down his skin as you tried to pull him closer, to feel more of his weight pressing down on you. "more," you whimpered pitifully, your voice breaking on the word. "please, theo, more. i need it, i need you so badly."

you arched your back, pressing your aching breasts against his chest as you wrapped your legs around his waist. your body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending screaming with the need to be touched.

theodore groaned deeply as your walls clenched vice-like around his throbbing cock, your desperate whimpers spurring on his desire. "fuck, listen to you, so needy and greedy for my dick," he growled, his hips surging forward to bury himself balls-deep inside your tight heat. "such a good girl, taking me so deep already."

he paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of your walls fluttering around his length. he leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he whispered against them. "you're doing so well, amore mio. taking my cock like you were made for it."

his hand slid down to your ass, squeezing the firm globe as he started to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside you before slamming back in, setting a hard and fast pace. "this is what you needed, isn't it? to be split open on your best friend’s thick cock, fucked so hard you forget your own name?"

he angled his hips, hitting that special spot inside you with every deep thrust. "i'm going to ruin you for anyone else, soffio. no one will ever make you feel as good as i can."

theodore could feel your body tensing, your walls starting to flutter and clench around his pistoning length. "that's it, baby. fuck, you're getting close already, aren't you?" he groaned, his thrusts becoming harder and more urgent as he chased your impending release. "come on, amore mio. i want to feel this pretty little pussy spasm around my cock as you scream my name."

he slid a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. "cum for me, y/n. let go and give yourself to me completely. i know you need it, baby. i can feel how badly you want it."

theodore's hips snapped forward, driving into you with a force that rocked your entire body. "do it, y/n. scream my name and cum on my cock like a good girl. show me who this pussy belongs to."

your body started to tremble, your walls clenching desperately around theodore's pistoning length as you teetered on the brink of ecstasy. "theodore!" you cried out, your voice raw and desperate as you clung to him for dear life.

your hips jerked and bucked wildly beneath him, meeting his every powerful thrust as you raced towards your climax. "i’m cumming—i’m cumming!" you sobbed, your entire being consumed with the all-encompassing need to let go.

theodore's fingers worked furiously over your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "that's it, y/n. let it happen. give yourself to me, all of yourself," he commanded, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "i want to feel your cum dripping down my cock as you scream my name in pure bliss."

his hips slammed into yours one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he growled, "cum, y/n. now."

your body convulsed, your inner walls clenching like a vice around theo’s throbbing cock as your orgasm crashed over you. "theo!" you screamed, your voice echoing off the walls as wave after wave of intense pleasure consumed you.

your vision went white, stars exploding behind your eyelids as you shook and trembled beneath him, completely at the mercy of your overwhelming climax. "fuck, fuck!" you chanted mindlessly, drool leaking from the corner of your mouth as you surrendered to the blissful agony of your release.

your thighs clamped around his waist, holding him deep inside you as your pussy spasmed and fluttered around his length, milking him for all he was worth. tears streamed down your face, sobs of ecstasy wracking your chest as you rode out the intense high, your body wracked with the force of your orgasm.

theodore slowed his thrusts, his hips gently rocking into yours as he let you ride out your high, his hands stroking over your trembling body soothingly. "shhh, that's it. that's my good girl," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your face, catching your tears with his lips. "you did so well, baby. so perfect."

when your shudders finally subsided, he carefully pulled out of you, hissing softly at the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his sensitive cock. he gently rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were curled up against his chest, your head pillowed on his bicep.

his fingers combed through your sweat-dampened hair, brushing it back from your face as he gazed down at you with a soft, tender smile. "are you okay, baby? that was... intense," he said softly, a note of concern in his voice. "i didn't hurt you, did i?”

you looked up at theodore, your eyes hazy but filled with warmth and affection. a small, blissful smile tugged at your kiss-swollen lips as you shook your head, nuzzling into his chest. "no, not at all," you murmured, your voice hoarse from screaming his name. "that was... amazing. better than amazing."

you traced patterns on his chest with your fingertips, marveling at the way his muscles jumped beneath your touch.

theodore's eyes softened as he gazed down at your blissed out expression, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "you're incredible, you know that?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. "i've wanted you for so long. not sexually, just… as a whole.”

theodore gazed deeply into your eyes, his own filled with a tender, loving adoration he had never before allowed himself to show.

theodore gazed deeply into your eyes, his own filled with a tender, loving adoration he had never before allowed himself to show. "i've fallen in love with you, y/n," he confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "not just as a friend, or even just as a lover. i'm in love with all of you—your brilliant mind, your kind heart, your stunning beauty inside and out." he cupped your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin as he held your gaze captive. "i couldn’t be more grateful to call myself your boyfriend.”

you felt your heart skip a beat at theodore's heartfelt confession, a warmth spreading through your chest that had nothing to do with the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. "theo," you breathed out, your eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness. "i... i love you too. so much."

you leaned up, pressing your forehead against his as you gazed at him with a soft, loving smile. "i never thought i could feel this way about anyone. especially not someone i've known for so long." you chuckled softly, shaking your head in amazement. "but here we are. and i couldn't be happier."

you snuggled closer to him, draping your leg over his waist as you traced his jawline with your fingertips. "you're not just my boyfriend, theodore. you're my best friend. the person i trust most in the world." you leaned in, brushing your lips softly against his in a tender kiss.

theodore gazed deeply into your eyes, his heart racing as he drank in the sight of your blissful, loving expression. "i feel the same way about you," he murmured, a note of wonder in his voice. "especially not my best friend." he smiled softly, shaking his head in amazement. "and i am so grateful that i don’t have to hide it anymore."

[nanamiskentos]

HOLY GROUND — geto suguru

prologue. → suguru geto is effortlessly stylish, and impossibly charming, and it's no wonder that everyone loves him. and you're absolutely crushing on him. and without fail, he takes you out each afternoon, after school, to a sweet cheesecake shop, saying that it'll be nice to grab a quick treat. but as a friend...right?

pairing. geto suguru x reader

warnings+. nothing, just sugary sweet fluff! reader has some self doubt and is a bit nervous, has a bit of a crush on ol' geto.

word count. 3.03k! song inspiration. holy ground — taylor swift

a/n. this post by @shokosmokes got me thinkin...mind u i love a good angst story but its nice to just have something sweet. like cheesecake 🍰 anyway this is short but i had fun writing this short lil piece <3 lmao this is the first time i think i've written a story without someone dying or losing a limb. not beta read, we die like warriors.

mp3. tonight i'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through. but i don't wanna dance, if i'm not dancing with you.

you sat across from geto at a small table by the window, marvelling at how the warm sunlight spilled in and caught the edges of his profile, lighting his features up with the last rays of summer's sweetness. you can hear the usual bustle of life on the streets of tokyo, with cars roaring down narrow streets and voices floating on the air. but here, it's just you and him.

there's a single strand of his hair that's perpetually falling out of his knot, falling against his face in a way that makes your chest tighten. the light has caught the feathery edges of his raven hair, turning the black into deep shades of brown and caramel that you want to capture within your fingers.

"you're quiet today," geto says, and he's leaning back in his chair, legs stretched wide beneath the table as he always tends to do.

you're glad you both took the time to change out of your uniform, at the dorms. the loose charcoal top drapes well against his lean, sculpted frame. his faded black jeans and scuffed docs complete the look, as though he stepped out of a glossy streetwear magazine and into your hands. there's two silver bracelets stacked on his wrists, gleaming faintly and you watch as the faint dusting of dark hair on his arms look translucent in the afternoon light.

great, you've been staring. again. heat rushes to your face, and you quickly look down at the cracked screen of your phone, hoping he didn't notice how you were practically unthreading each stitch that held him together.

"just tired," you say. though the truth has nothing to do with exhaustion, and everything to do with him.

geto tilts his head, watching you, "long day?"

you trace your finger along that shattered screen as you flip your phone open, "something like that. you know how they train us at the end of the day."

his eyes narrow for a split second, like he's the one solving a puzzle right now, but he shakes his head, "let's just go and order now. 'm starving."

this bakery is known for its whimsical creations, and you stare at the menu above the counter, wondering how many crumpled bills you can scrounge up for this outing. geto's leaning against the glass case, shoving his hands in wide pockets as his bracelets clink softly at the movement.

his eyes skim over the vibrant slices of cheesecake on display, but you know he's not really looking at the desserts. he's just giving you time.

"what do you think?"

"i don’t know," you say, dragging out the words as you squint at the labels. "how am i supposed to pick between strawberry matcha swirl and honey lavender? they all sound so - " you pause, schooling your face as the woman behind the till gives you a side-eye, "complicated."

geto chuckles, a low, warm sound that feels like sunlight breaking through clouds. "why don’t you go for something fun? you always play it safe."

his words make you pause. maybe he’s right. maybe you do tend to pick the familiar, the predictable. but not today. today, you want something different — something bold. you glance at the menu again, and your eyes land on a slice that looks like a kaleidoscope of colour: tropical mango-passionfruit cheesecake with swirls of raspberry and a delicate coconut crust. it’s so bright and summery, it feels almost impossible not to smile just imagining yourself biting into it.

"that one," you say, pointing to it.

geto raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment, his lips curving into a faint smile. "and for me…" he looks over the options for barely a second before he says, "just plain vanilla."

"tch! vanilla?" you repeat "you’re so boring."

"hey, it's a classic."

you roll your eyes, but you are so endlessly fond of him that you're smiling.

a few moments later, you’re back at your table with your slices, and the tropical cheesecake looks as perfect as it did in the case. the vibrant layers of mango, passionfruit, and raspberry practically glow in the sunlight streaming through the window.

ignoring geto's snarky comment to breathe first before inhaling it, you take your first bite, the fork sinking into the creamy texture, and for a moment, you’re hopeful.

but then...ugh. the sweetness hits you all at once, overwhelming your senses. it’s not bad, but it’s...too much. too bright. too cloying. you hesitate, unsure how to admit the mistake of your overzealous choice.

geto notices immediately, because of course he does. he leans forward, resting his arms on the table, his bracelets catching the light again, "what's wrong?"

"nothing," you say quickly, but your face must give you away because he narrows his pretty eyes in suspicion.

"you don’t like it." it's not a question, he’s grinning now.

"it’s fine," you insist, though your tone lacks conviction, and you shovel another wide piece into your mouth.

geto doesn’t say anything. instead, he picks up his fork and, before you can protest, scoops a bite from your slice. you watch as his pink lips part, and he tastes it before pulling a face, "that's sweet enough to even knock out satoru."

"hey!" you protest, though you can’t help but laugh along with him, thinking of your white-haired friend bouncing off the walls. "it’s not that bad."

"you don’t have to eat it," geto says, sliding his plate toward you and nudging your slice away. "here. take mine."

"but you don’t even like sweet things."

geto shrugs, picking up your plate and taking another bite of your overly sweet cheesecake like it’s nothing, and you watch as a mild spasm twitches across his features, "it’s fine. it's no good if you sit here and suffer through something you don't like."

you try to pretend like your chest doesn't tighten at the gesture. he doesn’t even look at you when he says it, focusing instead on his plate.

you take a bite of his vanilla cheesecake, and it’s perfect — not too sweet, just creamy and subtle enough to make you sigh in relief, "where would i be without you?" you hope that the teasing in your voice is enough to smooth over the cracks in your beating heart.

geto glances up at you then, his violet eyes meeting yours, and there’s something unguarded in his expression, something raw and warm and so achingly tender it makes your pulse skip, "i could say the same for you," he says quietly, almost as if the words weren’t meant to be heard, and far too quietly for something as trivial as an afternoon date in a café.

there's a warmth pooling in your cheeks, making your face hurt. and your thoughts loop back to the same quiet ache that you've carried for a few months now, like a sealed and perfumed love letter carried in your pocket.

every time he takes you out after class, you tell yourself, this is it. this is when i'll say it. haven't you rehearsed the words in your head, simple and clear each time?

i like you. i actually really like you a lot, suguru geto.

and every time, like clockwork, the words dissolve on your tongue, swallowed by the noise of your own uncertainty. it is hardly the case that geto isn't kind nor attentive. it's not that he's distant or cold, entirely the opposite.

if anything, he always seems...present.

but then you think about how he walks through the school hallways with that same quiet storm of charisma and charm, how his laughter draws people to him like moths to a flame, boys and girls alike.

in contrast, gojo satoru is far too much for many. there are many who choose to take a step back from him, away from the whirlwind and electrifying storm that is the six-eyes user.

but everyone wants a piece of geto's world, to be his friend or a confident, or something.

and you, what are you? just another friend he takes out after school? someone he doesn't mind spending time with when the day winds down?

your heart is once again acquainted with a knot of longing and fear that’s become far too familiar. geto doesn’t look like someone who would hesitate. he looks like someone who would know exactly what to say, exactly what to do, without second-guessing himself.

and yet, every time you’re with him, you catch these small moments of quiet — when his gaze lingers just a fraction too long, or when he says your name like it’s heavier than it should be. those moments make you wonder. what if…?

and as if he's reading your thoughts, geto shifts forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table now, and that single loose strand of hair moves with him, falling further into his face.

"something’s on your mind," he says, his pretty eyes searching yours. there’s a teasing edge to his tone, but it’s tempered with genuine curiosity, "you can tell me, you know."

you can’t help but wonder — how are you supposed to tell him that he’s the one taking up all the space in your mind? that his voice is the soundtrack to your thoughts, his smile the thing you find yourself chasing in every quiet moment?

instead, you give a small shrug, "maybe i’m just distracted."

"by what?" he presses, leaning just slightly closer, the teasing note in his voice softening into something warmer, a sincere question.

you hesitate, and you want to tell him the truth, but it feels too big, too fragile to let out into the open and so you blunder around, "maybe it’s the cheesecake," you say instead, your voice light, though the thrum of your pulse is anything but, "vanilla really is a classic."

smooth. utahime is going to be so disappointed in you. you know that she's tired of hearing about your crush by now, twirling the ribbon in her hair as she groans each time you tell her that you think you're going to pack your bags and move countries away from geto.

but now geto laughs softly, and the sound wraps around you like warmth, like home, "guess i picked the right place, then."

"you always do." your fingers brush against the cool porcelain of your plate, though you barely notice. your heart is often a traitor to your rational peace of mind, and your attention is all on him, on the way his smile lingers, softer now, the edges of his usually confident expression unraveling into something more tentative.

for a moment, geto's quiet, his gaze falling to his hands. his fingers toy with one of the silver rings on his right hand, twisting it in slow circles. It’s a small, nervous gesture, and it catches you off guard — suguru geto is never nervous.

the silence stretches in the late afternoon light, but then geto shifts in his seat, leaning forward slightly, his hands fiddling with the silver rings stacked on his fingers. the movement catches your attention, and when you glance up, you notice something different about him. the easy confidence that seems to follow him like a second shadow is nowhere to be seen. instead, his jaw is tight, his shoulders tense, and there’s a flicker of something nervous in the way his fingers twist the largest ring around and around.

he's looking at you, meeting your gaze, and you’re startled by the uncharacteristic seriousness in his eyes.

"hey," he says, his voice quieter than usual, a touch rough around the edges.

"yeah?"

geto exhales slowly, his lips pressing into a line before he speaks again.

"okay, look. i -” he pauses, running a hand through his hair, dislodging the tie holding his hair together, so choppy, dark locks fall around his shoulders. you school your face well enough so you don't look like you've been punched in the gut by cupid.

"i like you," he says finally, his words tumbling out in a rush, like they’ve been bottled up for too long, "i’ve liked you for a while now. and - and i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you without, like… messing everything up."

your breath catches, the words landing like a firework in the quiet space between you. geto likes you? he likes you?

geto keeps going, as if he’s afraid to lose his nerve.

"i asked gojo for advice — stupid, i know, don't make that face — and he told me to just… keep taking you out and hope you’d get the hint. said that you'd realise eventually," and one of the strongest jujutsu sorcerers you know groans, covering his face briefly with one hand, as if he's embarrassed.

"which was a terrible plan because i'm awful at hints, and apparently, so is he, considering he’s never had a girlfriend in his life."

you blink, the shock giving way to a surprised laugh, the sound spilling out before you can stop it.

"wait — gojo? he's the one who gave you advice? he doesn’t even know the first thing about relationships! do you remember the time that he went on one date, and got dumped the next day for trying to buy dinner out of the vending machine."

"i know!" geto says, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation, but there’s a small, embarrassed smile tugging at his lips now, "i know it was a bad idea. i just wanted to tell you, straight up. but I didn’t know what else to do, okay? i didn’t want to screw this up."

you fall silent at that, your laughter fading as the weight of his words sinks in. he's looking at you now, his expression open and raw in a way that makes your chest ache.

"i just — i want to do this right," he says softly, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. "i want to be your boyfriend. properly. i want to take you out, and to be able to call you mine, and — i don’t know — do all the cheesy stuff couples do."

his hand brushes the back of his neck, his eyes dropping to the table for a moment before flicking back to yours, "but if that’s weird, or if you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. you don’t have to say yes. promise i won't cry in front of you."

Your heart is pounding so loudly you’re sure he can hear it, a wild, dizzying rhythm that drowns out everything else. You stare at him, your mind struggling to catch up with what he’s just said, with the fact that he likes you. geto—cool, effortlessly charming geto—wants to be your boyfriend.

"wait," you manage finally, your voice shaky with disbelief. "you… like me? like, you really like me?"

geto laughs softly, though there’s still a nervous edge to it. "yeah, i really do. it's probably stupidly obvious by now, isn’t it? i mean, everyone said it was so obvious, and shoko said you already knew."

you shake your head, bewildered. "no! i mean, yes — but no! i just thought you only saw me as a friend. i never thought — "

you stop yourself, realising you’re rambling, and take a deep breath. then, before you can overthink it or possibly faint, you say, "yes."

geto's thin brows furrow slightly. "yes?"

"yeah," you repeat, a smile breaking across your face. "i'd really like that. i do want to go out with you, suguru."

relief washes over his features, followed by a grin so genuine and bright it leaves you breathless. for a moment, he just stares at you, his eyes warm and full of something you can’t quite name, something that makes you feel like the centre of the universe.

"oh my god, thank god, you don't even know, i was actually going to have a heart attack..." he mutters, almost to himself, before he blinks, like he's forgetting something. then, with an almost comical jolt of realisation, he clears his throat.

"right," he says, the word drawn out, as if he’s trying to ground himself. "i need to pay for the tab."

you laugh nervously, still reeling from everything that’s just happened, and shake your head quickly, thinking back to the meagre bills in your pocket. "oh, it’s okay! i can pay for my own -"

but geto's head snaps up at that, and he fixes you with a look so incredulous, so utterly affronted, that it startles you into silence.

"no way," he says, his voice firm but laced with humour and he leans forward slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of warmth that sends your heart racing all over again, "i’m your boyfriend now. you really think I’m going to let you pay?"

it's unfamiliar and thrilling all at once. your cheeks burn, and you can’t stop the laugh that escapes you, a mix of delight and disbelief.

"unbelievable," you say, shaking your head, but there’s no real protest in your voice.

geto grins, the expression crooked and self-assured in a way that’s so unmistakably him, and it takes your breath away. then, without breaking eye contact, he reaches across the table, his hand brushing against yours before his fingers gently curl around them.

it's such a simple gesture, but it feels monumental, like the air around you shifts in response. his hand is warm, slightly calloused at the fingertips, and the way his thumb grazes over your knuckles sends a quiet thrill through you.

you glance down at your joined hands, unable to stop the soft, surprised smile that spreads across your face. when you look back up, geto is watching you, his expression open and unguarded, as if he’s memorising every detail of this moment.

"so," he says quietly, his voice softer now, "is this the part where you say you’re going to let me spoil you a little?"

you laugh again, your thumb brushing over the back of his hand in return. "i guess i don’t really have a choice now, do i?"

his smile widens, and there’s a faint pink tint to his cheeks that makes your heart ache with how much you like him.

"nope," he says, his tone teasing but earnest. "you really don’t."

and as you sit there, your hand in geto's, surrounded by the golden light and the lingering sweetness of cheesecake, you think that maybe — just maybe — this is what happiness feels like.

[wannabeschyulersister]

sleepy berzatto

Part of you didn’t want to wake him up. He looked so peaceful as he slept. For once, the anxieties of the day couldn’t mess with him.

He was still in his work clothes. You could tell that he meant to just rest his eyes for a few minutes before he fell into a deeper sleep. He was supposed to pick you up from the airport when your flight got in.

You touched his head lightly brushing his hair away from his face. It stirred him awake.

“(Y/n)?” He mumbled. He felt like he was in a dream.

“Yeah, it’s me, Carmy.”

When the realization hit, Carmen quickly stood up from the couch stumbling a bit. He was clearly still half asleep, “Fuck! I fell asleep. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to-“

You reached out to steady him, “Carmen, relax. Michelle sent a car for me. They didn’t want to wake you.”

He took a deep breath and pulled you closer to him, “I’m sorry.” It felt so nice to be in his arms after weeks of not seeing him.

“Don’t be. I made it safely. We’re together again. That’s all that matters.” You rubbed your hand soothingly on his back. You didn’t want him stressing at all during your visit.

“How was your flight?” He asked as you took your coat off.

“It was fine. I read for most of it. I had the whole row to myself.”

He grabbed your coat and went to set it on the hook near the door. When he joined you on the couch, he quickly captured your lips with his. Now that he was fully awake, he could show you how much he missed you.

“Three weeks is too long for us to be apart, Berzatto.” You said before he kissed you again.

“I’ve been goin’ crazy wishing you were here with me.” Carmen confessed.

“I have too. Sugar is probably tired of hearing how much I’ve missed you everyday.”

Carmen chuckled, “She told me that she’s always happy to have you around. You’re the sister that she’s always wanted.”

Your heart soared at his comment. It meant a lot that Sugar enjoyed your company.

“Mikey invited me to dinner at The Beef two days ago. I went and spent some time with him. Richie and Tina ate with us also.”

Carmen was a little quiet, “That’s-that’s nice”

“It was nice, Bear. I enjoy hearing his stories.”

He nodded, “I’m glad you had a good time.”

You touched his face gently, “When is the last time you spoke to him?”

He shrugged his shoulders a little, “I think three weeks or somethin’.”

“He told me that he’s really proud of you. I am too. I’ve always been proud but when I get photos of the stuff you’re creating, it’s a whole new level.”

Carmen smiled sheepishly. Before you, he wasn’t great at receiving compliments. He could hand them out easily but when it was reversed, he just didn’t know how to handle it. The longer the two of you were together, he was getting better at it.

“I couldn’t do any of this without you, (Y/n).” Carmen said softly.

“I’m so happy to be cheering you on. I wish I could come visit more but work has been insane and I barely got the time to come for a few days now.”

Carmen placed his hand on your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it soothingly, “I feel bad that you’ve been doin’ all of the traveling to make sure that we see each other.”

“There will be a time when you’re the one having to come to me. I don’t mind it right now.”

Carmen kissed your forehead, “I don’t deserve you.”

It tore your heart piece by piece every time he confessed that. You hated that it was a thought in his mind.

“Yes, you do, Bear. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. Until that day comes, I will continue to tell you until you finally believe me.”

You wrapped your arm around his midsection and rested your head on his chest. His hand automatically went to your hair. It was moments like this that he cherished the most. All of the stress and headaches were worth it for the moment to be sitting with the love of his life.

[writingsofwesteros]

Could you do a fic where reader is the green kids mom instead of alicent and all the kids are heavily yandere for her. And if you can put some smut between all the kids and their mommy bc they just want to worship her

AN: Hi , I hope you like it x

NSFW

“Mother,” Aemond greeted you with a press of his lips against your lips. A little bit too close to your lips but it was not as if you noticed. The servants moved around you both as the large, wooden table was set with food and drink for breaking fast. “Aemond.” You sweetly called back as he settled on the chair beside you; arm already resting on the back of it. His fingers itched to brush those thick, soft locks of yours that always smelled of vanilla. Gods, it was near mouth watering. Thankfully, the rest of the council meeting had not arrived yet and Aemond desired the alone time with his mother. “Did you rest well?” Aemond asked gently; he knew his mother had worried and hardly slept since her husband had died.

“Of course, sweet boy,” you whispered out your lie with ease and if your attention was not brought to the opening door; you would have realised your son did not believe you. The new King had seemingly moved from his bed to grace the council with his presence this morning. Still, you greeted him with the warmth and love you always had for your children. “Mother..” Aegon opened his arms to embrace you; his happiness easily written all over his face and those doe eyes. He pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks as your own arms wrapped around him with ease. “I am glad you are here,” you hummed whilst your hands moved to his tunic. He had never changed, you thought to yourself. Still, seemingly needing you to dress him.

Aegon couldn’t help the smile tugging on his lips as your hands moved up and down his side once more. “Helaena is well?” You asked of your only daughter; concern dripping in your tone. “Of course.” Aegon hummed as his hand reached for your own. “I am sure she will be here soon.” He whispered into your ear as his eyes fluttered shut at your mouth watering scent coming over him. It did nothing to calm your nerves. Nothing ever did in the days that had passed since the coronation, you thought to yourself. “Daeron will be home soon, mother.” Aemond’s voice brought you from those thoughts as you slowly turned to face him. A soft smile tugged on your lips at his words. “I am glad. He has been gone too long.” You whispered to yourself with a slight duck of your head.

“He has,” Aegon whispered; desperate for your attention to return to him as both brothers battled for you. “Did you rest well?” You sweetly asked; fingers running through Aegon’s bright locks once more as he nearly purred. He could only nod his head before resting his own against yours, whilst taking comfort in your presence once more. Aegon’s lips parted to continue his words but a flash of annoyance came over him as the door began to open. The annoyance hardly lifted from him even when it was only his sister that gracefully entered the room. “Mama,” Helaena’s voice greeted you so sweetly as you moved to reach for her; arms open as always.

Your hands brushed over those loose locks of hers; once again Helaena had decided against such braids - well, only if you were to do it. Helaena would only allow you to touch her hair, something you took great care and enjoyment in. Their arms linked together as Aegon lounged back on his chair from the top of the table without care. As much as he pretended otherwise; the sight of his family before him - even Aemond was enough to warm his heart. His fingers moved over the sphere in front of him as he never took those bright eyes of his mother. “Come, we can sit together,” you gently whispered to your sweet girl who cuddled into your side once more.

~

“Aegon…aeg, you cannot…” Your words were completely breathless as those doe eyes of yours rolled back. Still, your King ignored you as his soft mouth captured your sweet, too sensitive pretty pussy. The dream had felt so real only for you to realise it was as his tongue brushed over your clit again and again without care of your words. “Mother….” Aemond’s voice had your head falling to the side; those cheeks of yours blushing madly. His hand reached for your face; thumb stroking your soft, plump bottom lip as those eyes of his watched your every reaction. “Shhh –” He whispered out before slowly leaning in. Your noses brushed together as you caught your breath. 

“I know, it feels so good mummy,” Helaena whispered into your ear from behind; her soft voice causing shivers down your spine. Helaena’s gentle touch moved up and down your side causing goosebumps to litter your soft skin. Aegon only moaned against you without care; his tongue lapping at your wetness with hunger. Aemond’s soft lips slowly moved down your chest; pressing open mouthed kisses as the night shift began to fall from your shoulders. A moan escaped your middle son as he leaned in and hotly captured your sweet, pink nipple. Aemond began to suck as his eyes fluttered with his hand moving to your free breast to palm at.

You could not stop your actions now as you reached for Aegon’s hair; pulling him impossibly closer and the King could only purr at your action. His hand slowly moved up your stomach; pressing down in a way that had you squealing. Helaena’s hold was much stronger than you thought it would be as she kept you against her chest. Your legs began to wrap around Aegon’s head; an act he seemed to enjoy as he hummed against your pretty, creamy pussy. Your stomach easily began to tighten in anticipation at the soft touches from them all. “So beautiful our mother is,” Helaena whispered as the two boys moaned in agreement against your body.

“Please – “ You hardly knew what you were begging for as Aegon began to harshly suck on your sensitive clit. The intense pleasure was so very new to you as you whimpered; your hands reaching for anything to cling onto. Your hips began to rock without you knowing as Aegon’s hold on you only tightened. The marks in the morning would be there for you to see and remember.

[embrosegraves]

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤

(request) Lando Norris x Reader (implied she/her) Reader takes a video of Lando laying on them and captures a sweet moment. Non-sexual neck kisses!

It was rare that Lando would get enough downtime where he could do literally nothing and not feel guilty about it. It was even rarer that your schedule would match up with Lando’s sparse moments of pure relaxation. However when they did align with each other, the both of you made the most of it by doing absolutely nothing but cuddling. 

Currently, you were laying on the couch in Lando’s living room, the man in question lying snuggled and comfortable on your chest. The only bit of noise was the low hum of the cars as they passed by on the road. One of your hands was playing with strands of Lando’s hair while the other was being used to answer a few texts that you had left unread. 

Quickly telling your mother that you had landed and were safely surrounded by your boyfriend, your eyes wandered to Lando’s position. His legs were completely tangled through yours, telling you that there was no way either of you were getting up for a while. His arms encircled your waist, his right arm underneath your body while his left curled upwards to rest on the couch near your chest. And though you couldn't see you could definitely feel his head buried in the juncture where your shoulder meets your neck. Every now and then, you could feel him press a feather-light kiss to your neck, letting you know he had not fallen asleep. 

You were glaringly reminded of when Charles’ girlfriend had posted a tiktok of him joining he skincare routine. You had swooned at the domesticity of it and part of you had wished that you could have that with Lando. This could very well be your only opportunity for a very long while. Without wasting another second, you quickly opened your camera app and started recording. 

You moved your arm ever so slightly so that the camera would catch Lando as well as yourself, extremely glad that Lando was a little clingy when you had been separated for a while. Knowing that Lando would not be speaking until you spoke first, you gave him a soft kiss on the head. 

“I love you so much, Lan.” You whispered. “I hope you know that.” 

“O’course I know that, Baby.” He smiled and placed another kiss on your neck, just a bit firmer than previous. “I know a lot of things about you.” 

“Oh yeah?” Your eyes sparkled and flickered to your phone, making sure it could still see the both of you. He hummed, the kisses on your neck getting more and more frequent the longer you recorded. 

“What’s something you know about me?” You knew you had just stumbled on a gold mine of domestic fluff, there was no way you couldn’t ask. 

“Know you wanna get married, and have kids. A boy and a girl.” His words were clear though a little muffled. “And I know I’m gonna give ‘em to you one day.” 

“Really?” 

“Mhmm, and I know you wanna move to the countryside, with a big house for family and an art studio. And I know that I’m gonna work until I can give it to you and then I’ll retire and look after the kids and you’ll probably keep working, be the breadwinner of our family.” 

“Lan?” Not once did the kisses on your neck stop throughout his whole explanation. 

“I also know that you’re recording so that you can post it and show everyone how clingy I am but that’s okay because I really love you and at the end of the day you’re here with me and not anyone else.” Now he moved his head so he could look at you with his boyish grin. You couldn’t help but grin back at him. You stopped recording when he had moved his head. The look of pure love in his eyes had whatever remained of your self-control vanishing like dust in the wind. You leaned your head down and kissed him firmly on the lips. 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You whispered after you both parted from the kiss. 

“Not more than you.” Lando pecked your lips once more before snuggling back to position. Soft kisses meeting your neck until you both eventually fell asleep.

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The way I rewrote this like 100 times before I was happy with it. Like when I say I fully wrote out like six different scenarios for this request only to not like any of them, before finally landing on what is quite possible one my favourite things I've ever written (also ignore the date on that tweet lmao I only thought about adding it at the very last minute)

ANYWAYS! As always, I hope you enjoyed reading! Please feel free to send me any requests (preferably for a driver I haven't written for yet)

likes, replies and reblogs are very appreciated <3

MUAH

[gghostwriter]

Hi. I am the anon that asked for the Spencer x Reader, where he hallucinate that reader as his wife, and I love it so much. Thank you 😊 ❤️

Also, if it is not too much to ask... what if it was on the contrary. Fem!Reader gets hurt and belives Spencer is her husband, but they are friends. So cute, you know? (Happy ending again, pretty, please 🙏🏻 🥺)

Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader Trope: Friends to Lovers; Fluff! Just fluff Warning: Medical inaccuracies A/N: Anon, i’m glad you loved it enough to request another!! It’s a bit shorter than your first request, really tried to not have the same plot line as the other but I hope you enjoy! Main masterlist

Phantasmagoria. // Spencer Reid

The team was split into two after the takedown of the unsub—Hotch, Rossi, and JJ were back at the station, wrapping up the case while Spencer, Emily, and Derek were stationed outside of the hospital room, waiting for permission to be let in. You and Spencer were partnered up, as always, going around town and asking the locals for any additional information regarding the last sighting of the unsub at a gas station. Completely unaware that the unsub, riding a motorcycle, was steps away from the duo. He opened fire, causing the agents to take cover but not before you were hit by near shoulder. As you were rushed to the hospital, the remaining members quickly convened, located, and captured the serial killer. 

The nurse in charge stepped out of the room to face a set of three federal agents, eagerly asking for an update. 

“Surgery went fine. The doctor was able to remove the bullet fragment, intact,” she droned on. “We need one of you agents to collect and sign a form for the release of the bullet as evidence—”

“I’ll do it,” Emily volunteered. 

“Great. The patient is awake but she’s still a little loopy from the local anesthesia. We suggest not crowding her so we will only allow one visitor at a time—” she clapped her hands together. “Now which one of you two fine gentlemen—” she gestured at Spencer and Derek. “—is Dr. Spencer Reid, her husband?” 

Emily and Derek both swiveled to Spencer, eyes dancing with glee as they tucked that information for teasing ammo in the future. 

“I—I am,” he stuttered out. Unsure if he should correct the nurse but if it gave him special privileges to see you first, he’d let it pass. After all, he was there when you got shot. He wants to see you alive and well. 

The nurse smiled at him and nodded her head. “Your wife’s been looking for you.”

Face going crimson red, he thanked her and entered the room, avoiding all eye contact from the remaining two agents outside. 

Your relaxed smile was the first thing he registered—that and how tiny you looked tucked in your bed.

“Spence! Love—where were you?” 

He approached your bedside, noting your glassy eyes ad slurred speech, effects of the anesthesia. 

“I-Y/N, you’re body is still processing out the anesthesia. You’re exhibiting disinhibition—a temporary loss of inhibitions caused by outside stimuli and I-I’m not your husband.” Not that he didn’t want to, he added to himself.

You giggled. “You silly nerdy agent, of course you are. We got married recently and my beautiful—” you gasped as you inspected your hands. “—my ring. Where’s my ring?” 

The monitor picked up your distress. Your eyes going watery and a pout was beginning to form, breaking Spencer’s heart. you looked at him like he had all the answers in the universe and that caused him to fumble out an answer, anything to stop those pretty eyes from crying.

“I’ll ask the nurse okay, no need to worry,” he stroked soothing circles at the back of your hand.

You smiled at him adoringly. “I—can’t believe you said yes.”

He furrowed his brows. “Say yes to what?”

“To our first date.”

He smiled, wanting to see how your imagination got you and him together. “And—and what was our first date?”

“Uh—phanta—during Halloween,” the medicine was starting to pull you under. “I got us tickets and Penelope—” your voice trailing off as you fell back to sleep.

Halloween was this weekend, his neurons actively fired up at that information. Could it be—is it? He grabbed his phone out of the pocket and dialed BAU’s very own tech analyst.

“Go, from Penelope Garcia,” she greeted out.

Spencer cleared his throat. “Uh-hey Garcia. I-I need to ask you something.”

“Ah yes boy genius, tell me your wish and I shall grant it—wait, how’s my baby girl over there?”

“A-actually that’s why I’m calling,” his voice going up an octave. He wanted to ask as normal as possible but the words normal and Dr. Spencer Reid are never linked. “Did she by any chance—have Phantasmagoria tickets this weekend?”

Silence. That was a first from Penelope Garcia.

“Why’d you ask?” she tried to nonchalantly ask.

Spencer bit his lip, unsure on how to explain this whole situation. “I-well-I actually got two tickets and was planning on—” he paused. “—asking her out?”

He quickly moved the phone away from his ear to save his hearing from the high pitched squeals coming from the analyst. 

“Ohemgee, yes!! Finally, my couple!! Please ask her out, please!!”

He awkwardly laughed. “She’ll say yes?”

“I can’t spill any details ‘cause of girl code but yes!! Yes she will!” Penelope gushed out.

“Thanks, Garcia. I’ll—i’ll ask her out,” he hurriedly ended the call as a knock on the door echoed inside the room. It was Morgan and Emily.

With an eyebrow raised, Morgan appraised the giddy smile on Spencer’s face. “What’s got you so happy, pretty boy or should I say Mr. husband?”

Emily laughed. “Yeah, Reid. How is Mrs. Reid?”

He dropped his face to his hands but not before squeaking out a ‘shut up’ to both agents. If the jokes was a by-product of getting to ask you for a date, he’d take it. He just hoped he’d get to ask you first before the duo corners you with their teasing.

My inbox is currently open for any more fluff requests! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[yoursselo]

Birthday boy

a/n: happy international mason tony mount day to all who celebrate. i love mason sooooo much and thank god he was born. he not only graces the world with his pretty face but also is the reason why i have made so many friends on here. so this is a present from me to you! i hope you guys like it. love you lots 🩷

word count: around 1k

warnings: none

It was a beautiful day in Manchester. Despite the cold weather the sky was blue, and sunlight was beaming into your and Mason’s bedroom. It was 6 a.m., and you had just woken up. Normally, you would have stayed in bed longer to get some extra sleep and cuddle with Mason, however you had a tight schedule. Today was Mason’s birthday and you wanted the day to be extra special and unforgettable for him - one filled with love, warmth, and little surprises.

To get everything done on time, you carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake up Mason with your movement. Before leaving the room, you gave him a kiss on the cheek and slipped into the hoodie he had worn the night before, that still smelled like him. On tiptoes, you made your way to the living room, where you took the balloons and the garlands out of the cupboard, ready to get to work. You blew twenty-six balloons up and made sure they were all floating against the ceiling. The table was decorated with photos of Mason through his years, each of them capturing a special moment in his life. Once the decorations were set, you started making breakfast. The smell of chocolate chip pancakes filled the air and you poured his favourite tea in a mug that said “#1 Boyfriend”, which you had gotten him as a Valentine’s Day gift during the early days of your relationship.

While you prepared the surprise, Mason slowly began to wake up. His hand instinctively reached for your side of the bed, seeking some morning cuddles, only to find it cold. He frowned and wondered where you were. Confused, he got up and began to dress for his recovery session.

When he was ready, he headed to the living room entirely unaware of the surprise waiting for him. The moment he entered the room Mason froze. His eyes widened as he took in the decorations—the balloons, the photos, the garland—and then his gaze landed on you, standing there with a huge smile, holding a plate of pancakes. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY!” you said, your voice full of excitement. Before he could say anything, you rushed over to him and planted kisses all over his face. You popped a party hat on his head and walked him to the decorated table. “Surprise”, you said gazing at him with affection. “What…? You did all of this?” he asked softly. “Of course, babe! Only the best for the birthday boy. Come on, sit down. You have got pancakes waiting for you.” “This is... incredible. Thank you so much,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out to pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You always know how to make me feel better.” 

As you lit a single candle on the stack of pancakes and began singing “Happy Birthday”, Mason chuckled. “Make a wish,” you said waiting for him to blow the candle out. His face lit up with a smile, one you hadn’t seen in weeks. Seeing his smile brought you so much joy that you got emotional. As he leaned forward to blow the candle out, he paused. His gaze flickered at you, as he noticed that tears were welling up in your eyes. “Hey, babe. Why are you crying?” he said gently. “I don’t know honestly. I’m just really glad you were born. I love you so much. Now blow out the candle before it burns the pancakes.” You laughed, brushing the tears away. “Oh, baby,” Mason murmured, his voice soft and full of affection. “I am the happiest when I’m with you.” 

After blowing out the candle, he started on his pancakes. You guys chatted for a bit and enjoyed your joyful morning. Once everything was finished you handed him your first present. A leather-strapped watch with an engraving of the HMS Warrior on the back, an homage to his beloved hometown of Portsmouth. Mason ran his fingers over the engraving. “I can’t believe you thought of this. You don’t know how much this means to me.” He looked up at you, his voice thick with gratitude. “I’ll treasure this forever. One day, I’ll give it to our kids.” He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

Shortly after your beautiful morning, Mase left for training, which meant that you had to start getting ready for the evening. You tidied everything up and transformed the living room into a cozy heaven with soft blankets and pillows. For dinner you decided to make something different – Mason’s favourite: sushi!

By the time Mason returned home, everything was set. You also had changed into a nice dress with a set of lingerie underneath as his second present. When Mase stepped inside your house his eyes lit up at the sight of the cozy setup. “Wow,” he said, shaking his head. “You really went all out, didn’t you?” “All for you,” you teased, leading him to the table.

The two of you enjoyed your meal and cuddled on the couch, watching a movie.

Later that night, after the two of you made love, you were laying l in bed wearing one of Mason’s shirts, you reached under the bed for the final present. “I have one more thing for you,” you said, handing it to him.

Mason unwrapped the gift, his brows furrowing as he pulled out what appeared to be a comic book. Instead of Spider-Man on the cover, it was a beautifully illustrated version of Mason in a superhero costume.

“What is this?” he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Open it,” you urged, smiling.

As Mason flipped through the pages, his expression shifted from surprise to emotional. The comic told the story of his life, starting with his childhood in Portsmouth. It captured his early days playing football, his time at Vitesse and Derby, and his rise to fame at Chelsea. Each page was filled with vibrant details—his first goal, the Champions League win, and even some of his struggles.

When he reached the pages showing his time at Manchester United, Mason looked up at you with wide eyes. The final illustration depicted Mason standing tall in his superhero costume, with the words “To Be Continued” written in bold letters.

Mason stared at the page with teary eyes. “You did this... for me?”

You nodded, tears in your eyes. “You’re my hero, Mase. I wanted to show you how much you inspire me. You’ve faced so much, and you never give up. I wanted you to see your journey the way I see it—amazing and far from over. There’s so much more ahead for you, and I’m so glad I get to be by your side.”

Mason swallowed, his eyes brimming with tears. “I... I don’t even know what to say,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms. “Thank you. For everything. For seeing me this way. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m so grateful you’re mine.”

He kissed you deeply, his emotions pouring into the gesture. For the rest of the night, the two of you flipped through the comic together, marveling at the illustrations and reliving the memories that were captured. Finally, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms,  feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude.

[hunieday]

Yuki - 16PRODUCERS Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Momo: (Good morning... Momo from Re:vale here...)

Momo: (Today I’m at Yuki’s place early in the morning…. To have a very exceptional conversation... Okarin, can you hear me…)

Okazaki Rinto: Thank you for your hard work, Momo-kun! But what’s with the odd energy, it’s as if you’re playing a wake-up prank?

Momo: (I’m keeping the energy low since Yuki’s still stuck drifting in dreamland…)

Yuki: I’m sleepy

Momo: Kyaa! Yuki’s here in person!! Even sleepy Yuki is super handsome 😍✨

Momo: Yuki just got up from the sofa! 🥺🌟 Okariiiin! How are things going in the studio?

Okazaki Rinto: Yuki-kun, thanks for your hard work as well. So I’m supposed to be stationed in the studio?

Okazaki Rinto: The president walked out to attend a meeting just now, so it’s really quiet here. I just made some coffee!

Momo: You’re all set for the discussion!! And guess what, Yuki’s brewing some tea for us too! 😭 Such a gentleman...! 😭✨

Momo: Camera crew, zoom in closer‼️

Okazaki Rinto: There’s a camera crew?

Momo: I’m the camera crew!

Yuki: Momo brought two phones today for some reason.

Momo: Well yeah, since we’re gonna talk via rabbichat today I wouldn’t be able to capture your beautiful face otherwise!!! So I brought my spare phone to record you 😎😎

Yuki: How dedicated

Okazaki Rinto: How very dedicated.

Momo: Hey wait a sec, I just noticed while I was snapping pics but is your neck hurting, Yuki!?!?!?!?!?

Yuki: You caught me. I probably slept wrong.

Yuki: I fell asleep at the desk while I was composing and now I can’t turn my head to the right

Momo: Huhhhh!!!! Then I’ll sit on your right side to protect your neck!!

Yuki: Absolutely not. I won’t be able to see your face

Momo: Wait a sec,,,,,,

Momo: Yuki, aren’t you pulling the Super Darling gun a bit too early in the morning….being this beautiful should be illegal!?!?!? 😭😭

Yuki: Only for you, Momo.

Yuki: But what exactly are you protecting my neck from?

Momo: Oh you know, a stray baseball flying in from the right, or someone bumping into you and making you stumble!!

Yuki: That’s straight out of a manga.

Yuki: So what would you do if a water bucket came flying in from the left?

Momo: I’ll dash to block it and say something like “close call…”!!! lolololol

Momo: Wait, Yuki, why’s your manga knowledge so extensive!?!?

Yuki: Ruri-san made me read some when I visited your house.

Momo: What the hell is nee-san plotting lololololol

Yuki: It was pretty interesting.

Okazaki Rinto: I’m glad you seem to be enjoying yourselves over there! Now then, shall we get started?

Momo: Sorry Okarin lolololol we’re sitting across from each other and ready to start 🤩 

Okazaki Rinto: Good! They requested a laid-back, relaxed conversation for this, that’s why we’re doing it through rabbichat.

Okazaki Rinto: Let’s start with Yuki-kun, how did you feel when you heard that Momo-kun was going to produce your song?

Yuki: I was really happy of course. Momo always gives me energy with his warm words, so I was curious about what kind of melody he would give me through this production.

Yuki: Momo’s very good at conveying his feelings, so I always felt like he’d have a knack for creating music that resonates with people, something that lingers in their minds and stays in their hearts, warm and comforting.

Okazaki Rinto: I see…! That’s a perspective only someone who regularly composes music would have.

Momo: Oh you... You always make me happy with your words, Yuki 🥲

Momo: But to be honest, it was suuuuper stressful….

Yuki: Really? Even though “Can’t Stop Emotion” turned out amazing.

Momo: Yuki,,,,

Yuki: It’s tough, but also a lot of fun, right? Making music I mean.

Momo: Yeah. It was a lot of fun.

Momo: I didn’t fully compose the song myself since it was a team effort, so I didn’t fully understand everything you do but

Momo: Having to convey my feelings through something other than words and gestures was super difficult, but I was so happy. How do I explain it… I treasure that feeling!

Yuki: I can relate

Yuki: Whenever I’m working on a new song, I start cursing everything around me. I contemplate never working on anything like that ever again, quitting songwriting altogether. But when I’m finished and I hear Momo’s voice on the song, I realize that “ah, there’s no other job that could make me happier than this.”

Momo: Yuki,,,Can I sit next to you,,,,?

Yuki: This position is very comfortable.

Momo: Awwww ‼️ I got rejected 😭‼️

Okazaki Rinto: So Momo-kun, how did you decide on what direction to take amidst all your hard work?

Momo: First and foremost, I thought about what kind of Yuki I wanted to portray! Like the Yuki who’s not a morning person, the Yuki who’s super proactive when it counts, the Yuki who’s sensitive and overflowing with emotion, the Yuki who’s amazing at cooking, super into cleaning, who’s just a kind, dashing gentleman with a beautiful voice…

Momo: But at the end of the day, I wanted to shine the spotlight on Yuki’s passion for music. A quiet, calm, yet fiercely unwavering flame. I wanted to express that dignified strength and the freedom in his boundless music.

Momo: And that’s the reason why the intro is quiet and minimalistic, but as the chorus hits, the music bursts forth like it’s flying, flapping its wings, dancing, being set free, going on a journey! Those are the feelings that resonate within me when I listen to the music Yuki makes for me!

Yuki: You really put a lot of thought into this

Yuki: You have real talent, Momo

Momo: Huhhh???!!! you don’t have to flatter meee 😆 even though that makes me happy 😆✨

Yuki: I’m serious.

Momo: Y-You really made your point come across...

Okazaki Rinto: What on earth just happened over there?

Momo: Yuki sat down next to me 🥹🥹

Yuki: I made sure to face him from the side that doesn’t hurt.

Yuki: It’s just as you described, Momo. When I got the demo, I was moved by how the song felt like it was taking me on an ever-changing journey.

Yuki: I felt the same way I did the day you brought me out of that dark place, showing me so many new and different sides of this world.

Yuki: Maybe that’s why the song felt familiar to me.

Momo: You’re the one who changed my world, Yuki!

Momo: Back when I thought there was only one path for me, when I felt trapped and depressed, I came across the music you wrote.

Momo: It warmed my frozen body, frigid to the tips of my fingers, brought color back to my world, and filled me with the urge to move ahead, to be passionate about something.

Momo: I poured all those feelings from back then, how I feel now, as well as my desire for us to always stay at the top into the lyrics!

Yuki: I wouldn’t have been able to move forward if not for your words.

Yuki: I felt like giving up on everything at some point, I could’ve thrown it all away. But you’ve always been there to save me. That’s why it’s all for y-

Yuki: No

Yuki: Nevermind, I don’t think I can say that right now, but I will tell you this

Yuki: "Can’t Stop Emotion" will be my treasure, always and forever.

Yuki: Stay by my side and keep singing with me, Momo. You’re the absolute king, unparalleled by anyone.

Momo: Okay,,,

Momo: A long, heartfelt message from Yuki,,,I’m eating so well,,,

Okazaki Rinto: What a wonderful day for you two to be honest with each other. I’ll keep supporting Re:vale forever and beyond!

Okazaki Rinto: Alright, can you please tell us more about the costume?

Momo: Sure!!! First of all, Yuki’s like a snow fairy who descended upon us during winter, so I pictured the stars shining brightly in the clear winter night sky 🪄🧚‍♂️☃️

Yuki: A fairy, huh?

Momo: You’re such a beautiful fairy that your face stands out amidst the clashing patterns! I wanted to show off your gorgeous sex appeal, that’s why I decided to express that with a variety of intricate patterns💫

Momo: And then I added chiffon material to the jacket to evoke the image of the starry sky, with scattered, shiny silver details all over, paired it with slim-fit pants to accentuate Yuki’s figure and balance the outfit for a sharp, smart look!! 💫

Yuki: Your fingers move so fast when you’re talking about me that it’s impressive

Momo: Well I am talking about Yuki after all 👍👍

Okazaki Rinto: Thank you for the passionate explanation! What about the details in the photoshoot itself?

Momo: Didn’t it look like a snow fairy had descended!? 🪄🧚‍♂️☃️ I really wanted to make it snow for real, but I didn’t want Yuki to feel cold, I was thinking about what to do and then it hit me…

Momo: Why not use light to represent that snow!? And that’s how we got Yuki, sparking gorgeously like the handsome man he is 🌟

Yuki: Everything was dazzling for real 

Momo: That’s how much Yuki shines in my eyes! From the first time we met until now! Forever and always!!

Yuki: Really? You’re always shining bright, Momo.

Momo: For real!? 🥹 Then we can always enjoy that light together 🎄

Yuki: That’s true ^^

Okazaki Rinto: It’s Christmas, so that works perfectly!

Momo: I love how you’re always watching from a distance without interrupting when we’re like this, Okarin 🥹

Okazaki Rinto: I’m flattered! As much as I’d love to see more of your shenanigans, it’s time for you to say a few words to your fans…!

Momo: "Can’t Stop Emotion" is like a selfish wish of mine. It doesn’t portray the gentle, idol-like Yuki. Instead fully expressing my admiration, my love for him, my passion and my promise to keep going as the kings.

Momo: So, I hope our fans listen to this song and continue supporting us, forever and ever. We’ll fly towards the miracle waiting for us tomorrow!

Yuki: Momo called it “a selfish song”, so I want everyone to know how elated I am and how tremendously important it is to me that Momo’s being this selfish.

Yuki: And I feel so much more determined now that this song has been gifted to me. I’ll continue to be the absolute champion, together with Momo. And I hope all of you will follow us.

Yuki: Thanks to Momo, I’ve rediscovered the joy of creating music. I know what it’s like to push through everything to go on, to aim higher and higher. That’s why Re:vale is invincible.

Yuki: There’s no one greater than us, is there? Let’s move towards the future we want to see with you, with everyone.

Momo: Yuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Yuki: Momo’s crying now.

Okazaki Rinto: Maybe he’s still hung up on the fact that you couldn’t wipe his tears last time!? (1)

Yuki: Today’s a Re:valeful day, so come over when you’re done, Okarin.

Okazaki Rinto: What do you have in mind?

Momo: Oh yeah, we’re gonna rewatch all our past live performances! We’re gonna reminisce over drinks! (๑>؂•̀๑)👍

Yuki: It felt like the right time to reflect on everything we’ve done so far, especially fresh off producing songs for each other.

Okazaki Rinto: Is it really okay for me to intrude on such a special day...?

Momo: Of course! Re:vale’s journey would be incomplete with you, Okarin!

Yuki: Re:vale’s what it is because you’re here with us.

Okazaki Rinto: Thank you so much! I’ll bring something tasty with me!!

Momo: Hell yeah! Then, let’s chat until morning!! 🥳

(1)This is a reference to Momo’s 16PRODUCERS Rabbit chat.

[heizlut]

Overstim/medical kink for albedo? :>

i am on my KNEES for albedo. anything he wants from me i'll be like "yes, sir, daddy, sir🫡" let's make this a lil part 2 of Being Albedo's Assistant shall we?

Being Albedo's Assistant part 2

cw: medical play, body/pussy inspection, overstimulation, slight belly bulge, squirting, creampie, praise

tags: sub fem! reader, soft dom! albedo, he gives a bit of yandere vibes at the end hehe, mostly proofread

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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It was safe to say your relationship with Albedo had changed for the better since the day he experimented on you, fucking his cock into your sweet pussy for the first time a few days ago. You were giddy as you made your way back up through Dragonspine and into his camp. Albedo had contacted you that morning asking if you would help him with another study on the human body.

Albedo turns his head to the camp entrance when he hears the sound of your footsteps crunching in the snow. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips when you enter, "I'm glad to see you made it safe." You try hard not to blush as images of the last time he experimented with you flashed through you head, "I always do. Don't worry about me so much..." Albedo breaths out a small chuckle, "It's hard not to worry when you're so much more than an assistant to me." Now you're really blushing. Albedo was always straightforward with his words and yet you remained flustered every time he spoke his mind.

He beckons you to him and taps the lab table in front of him, "Come and sit." Your heart and mind races as you wonder what he has in store for you this time. You hoist yourself up onto the table, careful to not knock anything over. Albedo slots himself between your legs and look up at you, "I would like to check over your body and see if there have been any changes since the last time." With him between your legs like that, your poor pussy was throbbing for attention, "What should I do then?" His fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, "Lift up your arms."

Of course you obey, lifting your arms as Albedo removes your shirt and places it nicely behind you on the table. His eyes take in the cute lacy bra you chose to wear and he almost smiles as he looks back up at you, "Interesting choice..." If it weren't for the lilt in his voice, you would think he was mocking you. Albedo runs his fingers across the fabric, taking in the textured feeling, "I like this." You bite your lip, wanting more stimulation, "I wore it for you..." He raises an eyebrow at that, "Hmm..." He pauses for a second then speaks again, "Take it off."

Your breath catches at his words. He wasn't saying it in a domineering or demanding way, but the straightforwardness got to you once again. You undo the clasps on the back of the bra and let it fall forward, then set it aside. Albedo studies your breasts for a moment, intrigued with the way your nipples harden from the cold air that wisped through the entrance of the campsite. His gaze made you feel so aware of yourself. You wanted to cover up but he had his reasons for doing what he was doing and you didn't want to interfere if this was part of his study.

Albedo reaches forward and gently runs the pad of his thumb across your nipple, "Fascinating..." He gives your breast a gentle squeeze and moves his other hand to your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Your breathing picks up from the gentle stimulation and arousal begins to pool between your legs. Your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him and he meets your eyes with a slight smirk.

Albedo doesn't say a word before he leans forward and captures your nipple in his mouth. You suck in a breath when he sucks and his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. He gives a harsh suck before pulling away with a wet pop and looking up at you again, "How was that?" You gawk at him, trying to collect your thoughts to answer such a question, "...Good. It felt nice..." Albedo smiles slightly and pinches the wet nipple as he takes the other in his mouth, giving it the same treatment, then pulling back once again to admire his work.

He locks eyes with you for a moment, til he moves his gaze to your pants and gestures towards them, "Let's take these off as well." You lift your hips, allowing Albedo to pull off your pants and undergarments together. After setting those aside, he places his hands on your thighs and pushes them apart. Albedo kneels down, now eye-level with your glistening pussy. His focused gaze on your cunt makes you want to squirm and shut your legs.

Albedo takes his thumbs and spreads your pussy open; your hole so wet with your arousal and your clit felt needy for stimulation. He runs his finger through your slick and then looks to you, “All this just from a little bit of stimulation to your breasts?” He’s genuinely asking but the way he says it sounds again as though he’s mocking you. Your hole clenches around nothing from this and Albedo is quick to notice. A tiny smirk curls on his lips, “Did you like what I asked?”

His probing questions made you heat up in humiliation and pleasure and you simply nod. Albedo straightens up and makes a few notes in his notebook, leaving you bare and spread out on his table where anyone could walk in at any time if they chose to visit his campsite. He sets his notebook down and kneels down again. Albedo’s eyes search your half-lidded ones, “Let’s continue.”

Albedo presses his thumb down on your clit making you gasp, “Extra sensitive today…”, he mutters to himself. He sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting then with his saliva before he pushes them inside of you, drawing a cute moan from your lips. His fingers pump in and out, curling up to your sweet spot which has your hands clutching his shoulders. Albedo removes his fingers, making you whine. He scissors his fingers in front of his face, watching with intrigue as your slick forms a clear string connecting his fingers, “Thicker than usual… Are you ovulating?”

The question catches you off guard and your eyes widen, “I.. um” You clear your throat awkwardly and speak quietly, “Yes..” Albedo’s eyes light up and you wish you had the power to read his mind. He collects your slick from his fingers and lets it drip and form a tiny puddle into a clear, circular sample container, “Good..very good.” He sets the container aside and spreads your fluttering pussy open once more. You let out a little mewl when his tongue prods at your hole. Your arousal coats his tongue as he eagerly laps it up.

His tongue makes it way to your sensitive clit, licking circles as he sucks it into his mouth with delighted hum. The vibrations added to the stimulation he was already giving you had you tangling your fingers in his fluffy blonde hair, "'Bedo.. fuck-" Your words morph to a cry of pleasure, your face scrunching up as Albedo's tongue increases it's rhythm. Your legs shake as you reach your end; the grip you have on his hair must be painful but he doesn't show it, too lost in the taste of you.

When your orgasm begins to subside, his eyes meet yours. His lips were shining with a mix of your arousal and his own saliva as he gives a gentle smile, "That was good, but I'm afraid I'm not done quite yet..." Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to regain your bearings and question him. The feeling of his fingers prodding your entrance has the haziness of your mind cleared right away, "Wait, Albedo-" Your words go ignored as his fingers push in and immediately curl up to that sensitive spot inside of you that has your vision going fuzzy and your mouth opens in a silent moan.

Albedo kept curling his fingers repeatedly as he pushed them inside of you, feeling great satisfaction when your pussy clenches around his fingers over and over. You feel a new kind of knot forming inside of you and your eyes snap open as you try to squirm away, "No, no, stop. I think I'm gonna-" But one final press up into that spot has you squirting. The clear liquid covers his hand, dripping down his wrist and down his forearm. Albedo has a wild look on his face, even managing to breathe out a satisfied chuckle, "Incredible..."

You whimper from overstimulation when he removes his fingers and brushes his thumb over your clit. You feel tingly and fuzzy, legs trembling slightly still when you hear the sound of clothes rustling. You blink a couple times and when you finally focus, Albedo is tugging his hardened cock and lining up with your spent hole. His turquoise eyes meet yours and he uses his free hand to caress your cheek, "Relax for me..." His gentle voice fills your head and you release a breath. Albedo gives a small smile, "Good girl."

He pushes his length inside your warm, wet walls with a breathy grunt. His eyes shut tight with focus as your pussy envelops his cock so perfectly. You reach for him, wrapping your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of his neck. The action has him smiling again and he presses a kiss to your temple, "I'm going to move now." You only whimper in response, clutching him tighter as Albedo begins to move his hips, still feeling greatly overstimulated from his previous work on you. His cock drags along your wet walls and he thrusts forward, hard. The tip bullying the deepest parts of you as he begins an overwhelming pace.

Albedo reaches under your thighs and holds them up with his arms as his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. The new position has him even deeper inside of you, an outline of his cock bulging against your lower abdomen. Albedo gets that wild look again when he sees, "Look how deep you take me. You're swallowing me up so well..." You look down, seeing the bulge move up and down as he fucks into you a little faster now. The sight makes you clamp down on his cock, his name falling so prettily from your lips.

He releases one of your legs, only to begin rubbing your clit in quick motions with the pad of his thumb, "Cum for me one more time, beautiful." With the feverish thrusts and the way he rubs at your clit, your eyes roll back and you let out the most beautiful sounding moan in his ear as you come undone for the third time. The increase of wetness from your cum fills the cave with lewd squelching and the slapping of skin and against skin.

Feeling the way your pussy flutters around his cock as he fucks your arousal back into you has him tumbling over the edge himself. With a particularly rough thrust, his hot cum fills you up. He desperately hopes its going straight to your womb. His spent cock pulsates inside you as he comes down from his high. Heavy breaths fills the space between you as you finally raise your head to look at him.

Albedo is enamored by the way you look; looking so fucked out and blissful. You expect him to remove himself from you, but he stays. You give him a questioning look, too tired to speak. Albedo just smiles softly at you, "Did I forget to mention the last part of my study?" He kisses your lips so sweetly then pulls back just enough that his lips still graze yours as he speaks in a husky tone and half-lidded eyes, "The final part of the study is to be sure that I can effectively reproduce."

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a/n: baby daddy albedo?

[daydreaming-in-letters]

That You Are

09/16/2024

Pairing: Hozier x reader

Word Count: 1,057

Warnings: rpf, yearning

Summary: He is far away even though he longs to be anywhere that you are.

A/N: Seriously, I have no idea if this is any good or even worth sharing with you, but here we go anyway. Heavily inspired by song and video, as you can probably tell…

Picture: screenshot from this video by Queen Ruth

If you enjoy my story, liking is great, but leaving a comment or reblogging is the stuff that keeps me going. No permission is given to copy, repost or share my work on other platforms.

It’s getting late. Late enough for the day to come to an end. For the sun to  vanish in the distance, where the barren land melts into the horizon. Pastel hues of pink, orange and blue have replaced the bright azure in the sky. And for the first time I can breathe again. The mild air fills my lungs, my whole body winding down with a sigh of relief. Because with the sun, the heat has left the air. The suffocating, scorching heat that has tortured me all day. That has stretched the hours and minutes and seconds until it almost made me believe this day would never end. 

But it did. And you of all people know what this means to me. What it means to us. One day less of being apart. One day less of longing to be close to you. Of sitting here on my own, in front of me a view so stunning it makes my heart ache. And it aches even more for not being able to share this moment with you. I’ve taken a picture to send to you later. But as so often, the colours are a bit off, the angle not quite right. Or maybe it is simply the fact that there is something about this world that no lens will ever be able to capture. 

Are you still fast asleep, my darling? I hope you are. The day is still young for you, the sun not yet ready to brighten your side of the world. I’ll send it to you, and with it all my love. As I always do, so that every ray of sunlight may remind you of it, may warm you like the hugs you so dearly miss. I promise you’ll get them all. I’ll even throw in a few more to make up for the long wait.

How I wish I could hold you in my arms right now. Instead I am dreaming of you, eyes wide open, seemingly transfixed by the spectacle in front of me when all I really see is you. It’s almost as if you were here with me. 

Somewhere behind me I can hear the soft tapping of your bare feet on the floor. It has to be you. I recognise the rhythm of your stride blindly. It’s engraved into my memory like all the other little things about you. Your unique scent, the melody of your voice, the feeling of your skin against mine, the even beat of your heart, the cadence of your breath. For a second I can feel it crawl along my neck before the touch of your lips drowns out every other sensation. They are warm and smooth as they delicately press against my pulse. And they are gone as soon as they have appeared. But the smile they brought to mine lingers. 

I watch as your entire form comes into view. You look comfortable in those wide clothes. You don’t have to say it, I know you are just as relieved that the sun is gone as I am. No more sweating, no more sticky skin, the thin sheen of moisture covering your body and the gentle breeze in your wet hair heavenly refreshing. 

Your smile carries it all. And I am glad my hands know on their own what to do, how to hold the instrument, how to pick the chords. Because everything I see in this moment is the curve of your lips, and everything I am becomes you for this fleeting fragment of time.

I love you. All of me loves you. I want to tell you, but the words never form, sealed inside my chest as your hand finds me. Wordlessly it asks me to make room for you, and I do. And as soon as my legs fall open, you sink down between them. One arm claiming my thigh, your head soon follows. It might not be the most comfortable of pillows to rest on, but you don’t seem to mind. Maybe it’s the view that makes up for it, the tiny rest of the sun that is still visible, like the last gleaming ember of a bonfire. 

Gently your lips press against the light blue denim that covers my thigh, and as much as I wish they would press against my lips instead, your sweet gesture of affection makes my heart want to leap out of its cage and into your loving hands. It would be safe with you. That is a truth indelible. Probably the only one. 

It’s only now that I realise I have started to whistle. Of course it is this song. What other song would it be? 

“Will you sing for me?” you ask, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Are you afraid I will deny you your wish? Or are you still worried about my voice even though I am feeling much better these days? Don’t be. I’m good. And you are with me. What else could I ask for?

Softly I begin the first verse as your fingers are drawing patterns on my knee in perfect harmony. You pull yourself closer to me, the movement setting a few strands of your hair in motion. They roll across the lower layers like waves to the shore, the last bit of sunlight bringing out the warmest tones in them. My fingers are itching to touch you, but that would mean to stop playing. You would turn immediately and the displeasure on your face would be much worse than to deny myself the silky touch of your hair as it runs through my fingers. 

There will be time enough for that later. When I will hold you in my arms, the world around us falling silent until it will be hard to imagine that it consists of more than just you and me. It doesn’t matter anyway that we are just two insignificant parts of a huge integral whole when there is a whole world inside of us that is entirely ours. Yours and mine.

A world in which you are actually here with me on this balcony. In which I am dreaming next to you, pulling you closer against my chest, not even sleep numbing my longing for you. A world in which I will always be anywhere that you are. 

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