#Oh wow this absolutely captivated my eyes and wow

[iamthatonefangirl]

it's @nevereclipse (anon cause sideblog)

but Bucky Barnes and dumbification? w a hint of degredation?

dumbification - nsfw bucky barnes

I like the way you think bae…

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the noise of the TV is long forgotten, just white noise you no longer have any interest in. he's got you trapped under his body weight, pinning you to the couch, ready to have his way with you, captivating every ounce of your attention.

your limbs are sprawled everywhere. an arm draped over the armrest behind your head, a hand on his shoulder, a leg falling off the side of the couch. it's all you can do to hold on and look into his beautiful blue eyes as they stare down at you greedily.

he's already shed you of all your clothing, hating the barrier between you. all the while he's still hiding his beautiful body from you with his damn henley and those yummy grey sweatpants...

“daddy, please,” you whine stupidly as he rubs his thumb over your clit. it’s so good, but it’s not enough. you need him.

“please what, baby? tell me what you want,” he mocks.

“need you…” you say. you sound absolutely wrecked and ridiculous begging for him like this, but you can’t help it. your brain and body are all malfunctioning, craving that stinging feeling of him stretching you open.

“you’re just my dumb little girl, who needs something to cum on, don’t you, baby?”

you just groan, trying to nod your head yes in response.

“say it, babydoll,” he orders.

“need something to cum on…” you whine, trying to roll your hips up against his hand for more, whatever you can get from him as long he plans to keep teasing you like this.

he chuckles.

"my pretty little doll, all for me. I know what you need... so stop crying and wait until I give it to you," he says, voice turning colder, pinching your clit and making you wail.

"come on, quiet down. you don't know what you need. your little brain is too stupid for that. do as daddy says."

your whines quiet down, and you can't help but sniffle a little bit. you can't help it...

"wow, is my doll gonna cry? you know your tears won't work on me," he mocks, removing his hand from between your legs entirely. you can't stop it when a tear falls from your eye, so you shut them tight, trying not to disappoint him.

"aww, sweetie," he says, wiping the tear from your face, "look at daddy."

another sniffle. you open your eyes.

he pets your hair with one hand and brushes your tears away with another.

"of course your tears work on me. you know I hate to see my doll cry," he says sweetly. "I think you've been good enough, I'm gonna fuck you open nice and sweet now."

you try to speak, but your words come out as a mumble.

"speak up, sweetie," he prompts, "try really hard for daddy."

"wanna be more than just good enough," you whisper, finally audible. he chuckles once more.

"oh doll, you know you're so much more than just good enough. you're my favorite little toy, my pretty doll. you know that, don't you, sweetie?"

you nod.

"so don't worry, sweetheart. just let me do all your thinking from now on."

you hear the shuffling of fabric, and don't put two and two together until you feel him rubbing the tip of his cock up and down, teasing you from your clit to your weeping hole.

you begin to squirm, your limbs feeling like lead as you try to move, until his hands touch your skin and stop you.

"shh, babydoll..." he soothes, and you finally feel him pushing in, and there is that beautiful sting you've been waiting for.

he moves so slowly, running his hands up and down your sides as he takes his time stretching you out, oh so perfectly.

"there we go, is that better?" he taunts when he's fully sheathed inside of you, bringing a hand to your face. you look all fucked out and desperate, just the way he wants.

his fingers return to your clit, but he makes no indication that he's going to move anytime soon.

"gave you exactly what you needed, babydoll, just something to cum on."

you want to protest. you want him to fuck you, he said he was going to, please–

"you're gonna give me as many as I want, just like this, and then maybe I'll think about fucking you.”

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[love-belle]

today and tomorrow and every day after that !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which their fall-in-love-again era is them pretending as if they haven't already made it till forever.

or

for when it'll be them today, tomorrow and then a day after that. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // max verstappen x fem!reader

prequel - i should hate you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

warnings - language

author's note - it's 3am and im tired. thank u and i hope u like it <3

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[idontcare4urmom]

wrong || matt sturniolo

stepbrother!matt x fem!reader

summary: where your dad found a new woman on his life after one year of your mom's death,so you are forced to live all together after a lot of pressure,but what you didn't know yet is that her son is a total temping being that will send you over the edge..in many ways.

warnings: smuttt,unprotected sex,not proofread,porn with plot,dirty talk,eating out,pet-names,suggestive,scratching,tits sucking,etc.

a/n: my first language is not English,this sure has some grammar or other errors so i am sorry<3

."🎀".

"what the fuck you mean we have to move in with her?" you were basically shouting on your dad,and you weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the fact that he had moved on so far already or cause he didn't even cared to ask you if you acknowledge with it.

"i told you too many times that this is a very big and important step to me honey,besides her place is absolutely flawless,you will love it" his words only made you angrier,but you decided not to push it anymore since you knew deep down it would be waste of time,he had made his decision.

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the days passed quickly,and you found yourself holding your suitcase in front of a captivating building that would change a part of your life for many years,at least your dad did not lie,it was trully more than luxurious,so with a deep sigh you walked until the doorway with him,your anxious levels on high.

after a few knocks the door opened to reveal a surprisingly tall,appealing woman standing there,with brunette silky highlights and a pretty good enough shaped body,the sight made you furrow although you could tell why your father had fallen for her.you were caught off guard when you were the one she even pulled into an embrace first and seemed in general eager to meet you.

"oh sweetie your dad has told me many things about you,i am Lana,come in,come in" you didn't had much time to process because she was pushing your hand gently inside,your eyes widening as you took in the house with your eyes,it was for sure bringing vibes of a cozy,modern place.

you didn't want to be in your normal pissy mood for the reason that she was treating you politely for now,so you made a small comment "wow,the decoration is really nice"

"oh thank you,i want you to be comfortable and feel welcomed here,you can go check the guest room that will be your own,is down the hall,if you need any help just call out my name" you nodded a little and began making your way towards the apparently new space you will probably spend most of the day at.

but,without realizing a sudden unrecognized human figure appeared in front of you while making it's way to another room,making you leave a small yelp from your lips "who are you?"

the blye eyed boy raised an eyebrow once he heard the question,letting a sarcastic laugh as he spoke "very ironic for someone to ask when they are the one in my house" oh? well he had sure attitude for the few seconds you had met him. you were about to say something in response even so he continued, a sheepish grin forming on his lips when he examined your presence through his dark eyelashes "wait..you must be my stepsister"

"huh?" was the only word you could express,you were incredibly confused--who was he? "i am Lana's son, Matt,no one informed you about me?" it was like he was able to read your thoughts,it only creeped you out more.

"no..my father must forgot to announce your existence to me" the words snarked out of your tongue as you were trying hard to act sassy,but for a disguise,cause shit the more you were observeting him the more perfect he got.

he had the necessary amount of beard to sense in case he ever trailed kisses down your body,his blue orbs seemed like they could stare deep into your soul yet in a enjoyable way,and hell those fingers were too distracting for no reason,especially with those silver rings that were practically begging for attention.just any of his facial features were ideal--however you weren't supposed to fall for him,it would be wrong.

you snapped out of your thoughts when there was a sound of a familiar voice snapping across the end of the hall,approaching the both of you excitedly,even though she was addresing specifically to you "i see you guys met,sorry darlin' i forgot to have a quick chat with you about that i have a kid..anyway he may be a pain sometimes but i am sure you will get along well with him"

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two weeks have passed,and she was completely wrong.every day the urge of smashing a bottle on top of his head is only increasing,he would suddenly barg into your bedroom searching for his own belongings,asserting that he often lost things by accident since he is being here from time to time--why? his set-up pc is on your area for years now.

despite that,his own bedroom is just a few steps away from yours,you have been struggling with sleeping peacefully cause he would blast music on his speaker at 2-3 am,you are almost confirmed that he must be doing it on purpose--and it doesn't end here,there is worse.

you are aware of a guy having 'needs' so the occasional echo of moaning could be heard to you from the thin paper walls,you swear that it's music to your ears and you feel like your mind is sabotaging you.he is annoying,that though didn't stopped you from having a weird desire rising in you for him,a pang on your chest with guilt for possessing the most unholy fantasizes whenever he would roam around in just a pair of sweatpants.

with all this being said,you produced a baffling bond with Matt,signs showing that he is on the same page as you,which leads you to today.laying down on your bed with your phone on your hands,stressfully ignoring his presence a few meters away.him entirely concentrated on his screen computer playing--God knows what--video games,with the controller on his hands.the silense more than unbearable.

you were determined to prove to yourself that maybe you can spend some time with him,you took advantage of him not wearing any headphones and lightly tapped his shoulder,pointing towards the black console afterwards "can i try?" you anticipated for his response,silently hoping that he doesn't mind.

Matt was kind of surpised by your request,nevertheless he had finished the round so he nodded "umh..sure" he slid off from the gaming chair while handing you the controller,your fingers barely brushing with his yet enough to make your head spinning.

you rested your body on the mesh fabric as he sat on the bed,and with a glance of the buttons you were clueless of the task in hand,not having any idea on how to participate in the online game.luckily,he noticed the confused look written on your face so he came next to you and started to make a fast learning lesson,

he taught you how to jump,how to run,how to kill,and other features you require to have in case of a proper match.as he did so,you caught him taking a few glimpses of your chest--it's not like he could help it,your crop top was exposing a certain amount of your cleavage,making it hard for him to focus.

a devilish smile curled to your face when you noticed,feeling bold enough to adjust down the shirt such as leaving only your breasts covered--matt could feel his heart beat raising,the temperature of the room turning thick once he stopped talking.

"can you show me how to jump again? i don't think i get it" you spoke,a hint of suggestiveness leaking from your tone--and he didn't want more than just to devour you right there, your father and his mother had left for shopping,so you were both totally alone which sent shivers down your back,

the tension bloomed into a insufferable feeling between the two of you,causing your breath to hitch around your throat,especially when you felt his fingers starting to touch yours fully in attempt to answer your previous 'request'.a hushed gasp breaking out from you when there was a unexpected hand gesture tracing your thigh in a agonizingly pace--screw this.

with a smooth shift of your face and waist you palmed his cheeks,bringing his lips to yours into a fiery dance.he didn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth,impatiently exploring your taste before nipping down your bottom lip,eliciting a moan from you that get's shallowed against him,

the sound you made vibrated through matt's whole body,landing directly straight to his core and he could feel his jeans growing tight around his crotch,he didn't ever remembered himself getting hard from just a making out session--he craved more,he needed more,and so did you.

his hands started travelling their way to your stomach,crawling upwards until he squeezed your nipples over the fabric of your top and reaching to lift it up, "is this okay?" you nodded desperately at the question,he didn't wasted time by taking it off over your head,unclasping with one motion your bra afterwards to shower your bare chest with open-mouthed kisses,

your hums of approval soon turned into whimpers when he wrapped his mouth on the flesh of your left breast,swirling his tongue around it while his hand pinched the other between his free fingers,he repeated his actions by giving the same treatment to your right one after.

with a loud pop he pulled away,slowly reaching under the gaming chair so he is on his knees,his eye pupils half-lidded and fluttering over your face before he yanks off your shorts with panties,exposing your already wet dripping pussy to his hungry gaze,

"fuck you are soaked,how long have you been dreaming this? have you been waiting for me to finally pleasure you sweetheart?" you could him mutter cooing through gritted teeth,licking at your thighs in a intractable speed as he itches towards the arching spot in between your legs,lavishing his attention there as he made a long stripe up on your clit,making you buck your hips against his face shamelessly,

your nails found his hair,gripping and tugging on it for support,dragging a hiss from his mouth as he began to lap on your juices like you were his last meal,you started riding his face while whining pathetically,the obsence resounds filling the room as he continued to satisfy you.

his index finger rubbed your entrance,letting you shaking for more and barely hearing his gagged whispers "you taste so fucking amazing,such an intoxicating cunt",your lower abdomen started quivering into the familiar knot,reminding you of your approaching release,making you clench uncontrollably around his mouth,

"come on,finish all over face baby" matt sneered out when he sucked on robs of your pre-cum, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape in the same time you swirled your digits on his roots so his head is forced to be still there,with a long pornographic moan you erupted,spurting thick,white jets that made your legs glistening.

after pulling away he swooped you into his arms,carrying you bridal-style on the mattress of the bed,him laying down firstly before grasping your sides stronly,helping you to be on top of him as he guided your hips so you can push against his clothed erection,the sensation maddening for the both of you.

your still sensitive heat grinded back and forth,feeling his cock poking under you so your hands progress to tug the zipper of his jeans down,sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles in a way of exposing his throbbing tip,you usually didn't liked how dicks looked but matt's was different; a needy tenderness to have it deep inside you,he adjusted with ease the head down your folds,and with no doubt you sinked down on his length.

a unbidden squeal slipped from you as he grunted repeatedly,his grunts turned into loud groans of pure filthiness as soon as you started bouncing yourself,your tight walls squelching him, sending him closer to the edge even though it hadn't passed a minute of you riding him,his back arching forward which gave you the opportunity of scratching down the skin of his behind shoulders,

"such a good girl,fucking yourself on your stepbrother's cock, such a whore f'me" his words actually made you feel pitiful yet encouraging your movements to speed up their pace,his hips thrusting up to meet yours so he can pound into your hole frequently, "c-close" you panted out,your second orgasm increasing through you as your walls clinged around him,the actions driving matt insane "going to fill you up,do you want that? do you want me to cum inside you?"

you miserably sobbed in bliss and let a ''hphm'' of approval,before you knew it matt had busted,his climax exploding extremely hard into your pussy,following suit after him with your head throwed back and stopping after a minute so you can pull yourself out of him,both of you being a panting mess,

"that was incredible" "i am never letting you to even enter my room again"

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[yesihaveaobsession]

Alastor's New Protégé

Summary: The reader 's (yours) sister comes to the hotel to drop off your niece for the day, a curious six-year-old who asks a question that is for when she gets older.

A/N- This is canon I'm declaring this canon haha jk, I hope y'all enjoy this one and I'm back!

"And that, my dear, is how the noble crawfish battles the vile catfish for dominance over the murky bayou!" Alastor’s voice echoed with delight, his arms animated as he spun yet another fantastical tale from the depths of his wild imagination. He wasn’t a fan of children—usually, he’d avoid them like the plague—but when it came to your niece, she was an exception. Maybe it was her endless questions or her odd fascination with his eerie grin. Or maybe it was because she had a mischievous glint in her eye that reminded him of himself.

Your sister Jen had come to the hotel earlier to drop off your niece for the day. You hadn’t been paying much attention to the reason—it was something about going to Cannibal Town for an errand, and it’d be a hassle to bring Lily along. Or something like that. And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

Your niece, a wide-eyed little whirlwind of curiosity—aka a possible six-year-old—sat cross-legged on the floor by Alastor’s armchair, where he sat, hanging on his every word. She clutched a stuffed rabbit tightly to her chest, her expression one of absolute wonder.

“Whoa…” she breathed, completely captivated. “So… the crawfish wins, right?”

Alastor’s grin stretched wider, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. “Ah, but that, my dear, is a story for another time!” He tapped his index finger to his lips dramatically, leaning back in his armchair like a king holding court. You were honestly surprised at how well the two of them were getting along. You sat on the couch, sipping sweet tea as you watched the interaction.

“Uncle Alastor!” your niece suddenly chirped, her little nose scrunching up as she tilted her head.

“Hmm?” Alastor replied, peering down at her with curiosity.

“Where do babies come from?” she asked, her innocent eyes blinking up at him.

PFFT!

You immediately choked on your drink, eyes going wide as sweet tea sprayed from your mouth. Coughing violently, you slapped your chest while trying to breathe, eyes watering from the sheer shock of her question. Alastor, on the other hand, looked absolutely thrilled. You weren’t sure why—maybe because you were literally gasping for air while he just sat there, not even sure if he’d processed the question.

His grin stretched impossibly wide as he slowly turned his head toward you, his crimson eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

“Well, well, well!” he chuckled, his tone dripping with mischief. “My dear, I think your niece has stumbled upon quite the interesting inquiry!”

You wheezed, barely managing to clear your throat. “Oh, hell no…” you muttered, trying to compose yourself, but the damage was already done.

It could be worse. It could be Angel. But honestly, you’d rather have Rosie. Not him.

Alastor’s grin only grew. “Shall I indulge her curiosity, darling?” he purred, a twinkle of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Alastor!” You gave him a warning glare, but it only fueled his delight.

“Why, of course!” Alastor clapped his hands together, leaning forward with dramatic flair. “Now, you see, my dear,” he began, his voice taking on that smooth, storyteller cadence, “when a star falls from the heavens and collides with the spark of curiosity deep within the heart of a mortal—”

“Oh my God,” you groaned, covering your face as you tried to contain your laughter and mortification.

“—the result is an extraordinary little creature known as a child!” Alastor finished, wiggling his fingers like he was conjuring magic.

Your niece gasped, her eyes growing even wider. “WHOA! So babies are made of stardust?!”

“Precisely!” Alastor winked, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

You peeked through your fingers, barely holding back a giggle as your niece’s imagination ran wild.

“Wow…” she murmured, clearly buying into his ridiculous tale. “Does that mean I’m part star?!”

Alastor beamed, tapping her nose with a finger. “A dazzling little star, indeed!”

You finally managed to sit upright again, wiping the tears from your eyes as you tried to compose yourself.

“Alastor…” you muttered, shaking your head, but despite yourself, a smile tugged at your lips.

Oddly enough, you couldn’t even be mad.

Alastor glanced at you, his expression triumphant as you tried—and failed—to look serious. The sight of you choking on your drink was now burned into his memory, and he was absolutely living for it.

[cherryredstars]

OH MY GOD REQUESTS ARE OPEN💃🏾💃🏾

gosh cherry i love you and your blog sm it makes my day😭

could i please have a college or highschool au where reader studies subjects like social science and business and literature and he does stem subjects and he at first has like a superiority complex, he doesn’t intend to, but he can’t help it, until he sees the reader like talk about social issues or how she can remember 17 step procedures and shit and he’s like…wow. maybe they can be together and he sees her pretend to teach people to learn and he’s learning stuff from her and it’s wholesome asf

god i don’t know i’m sorry im rambling😭😭 you don’t have to ofc but thank you anyway

and again, love you!!

Thank you, love!!!

He's the smartest person he knows.

It's not narcissistic if it's a fact. He's the top of his major program, already has offers for Ph.D programs nationwide mailed to his door. He's sure to get into any genetics department he wants for grad school. He's the star of the industry-path students. He's just that good, and what's the harm in taking pride in your accomplishments?

But he's never met someone like you before.

Usually he wouldn't care for people like you, with their abstract liberal art degrees in nonsense majors that'll just collect dust in a box in an attic somewhere. But there is something so enduring about you, about everything you do. The way you just know what people are thinking based on the twitch of their fingers and why they think it. The way you're so open to everything in a way that would make his lab buddies laugh with their one-way minds. It amazes him, the way your view is so wide in a way that something like genetics or STEM can't comprehend. In a way they don't allow. There is something so breath-taking about the way your mind has this endless freedom that he can't even grasp. Like a kaleidoscope of colors that are simultaneously beautiful and overwhelming to the senses. Something his factual mind craves.

The first time he had seen you, he was in the library. It isn't a place he would usually go to, but he had to collect some textbooks for his professor in the storage closet. He had gotten in a bit of trouble that day for taking so long, but how could he resist when he had heard the sweet cadence of your voice through the open door of a mini-lecture room. Very few students were in the room, it looked like a side presentation; one of those assignments that forced students to present their ideas on a topic to a group of people to try to captivate them into agreeing with your findings. There was a sort of fiery passion in the way you spoke, a hardened steel in your eyes that showed your resistance to back down. It was... enchanting, siren-like. So much so that he had been forced to sit in one of the empty seats in the back of the room, eyes stuck on you as you paced the front of class and rebutted comments from your peers.

He had no idea what you were talking about, but it still had that overwhelming effect on him. One that had him pressing the surface of his stomach against the hard edge of the lecture tables, his senses honing in to hear every last syllable that departed from your lips. There was this dream-like quality to you, something that consumed the mind and made them listen. A sort of intelligence that he would never know or understand. One that he would spend hours trying to learn if you were the one explaining it. He can't remember how long it took for him to start breathing again when your eyes scanned the room and locked onto him, clear confusion on your face at the random presence of college's most-awarded student. He could feel his heart bursting against his ribs, mouth parting slightly from the honor to be the center of your attention for even a few seconds before you looked away and carried on.

Suddenly, he didn't feel like the smartest person in the world. Not when you left him absolutely stupefied.

[mercillery]

REQUEST: Hey! I saw your post about Julius x singer!s/o and I really love it! Can you do Julius with an s/o that loves to dance?

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: Julius 🫶

Julius strikes me as... quite the dancer. Not in the stiff, formal way you might expect of the Magic Emperor, but in the if-you-left-him-alone-on-a-dance-floor-with-music, he’d absolutely tear it up kind of way.

There’s just something about his boundless curiosity and love for spontaneity that screams hidden dance machine. At least to me. He might not admit it outright, but trust—if you ever caught him alone, he’d be moonwalking through the corridors of the Clover Kingdom.

But let’s talk about you. Your love for dance is something Julius adores because it’s so different from the rigid, structured life he’s surrounded by. To him, it’s like you’ve found a secret way to escape the chaos of battles, duties, and time itself. When he watches you move, it’s as if all the pressures of leading the Magic Knights fall away, replaced by something rare and timeless.

Speaking of watching you dance—oh, he watches. And when I say “watches,” I mean Julius has eyes only for you. His gaze follows you like the hands of a clock, but with none of the urgency.

There’s a quiet reverence in how he observes you, like he’s witnessing a fleeting masterpiece that can never quite be replicated. It’s not just admiration—it’s captivation. It’s Julius thinking, Wow, so this is what beauty looks like when it’s truly free.

And of course, in his ever-charming way, he’d draw comparisons to his love for magic. “You know,” he’d say, his voice thoughtful and playful, “watching you dance reminds me of time magic—each movement so precise, yet flowing freely. It’s like the hands of a clock moving in perfect rhythm!”

He wouldn’t even realize how cheesy he sounded because, to him, it’s simply the truth. You’re mesmerizing, and every step you take feels like a moment he wants to hold onto forever.

Julius is all in when it comes to supporting your love of dance. We're talking full, unwavering dedication here. Rearrange his entire schedule just to catch one of your performances? Done. Slip out of meetings with high-ranking officials because he “suddenly remembered something urgent”? Oh, absolutely.

Marx is already rolling his eyes because he knows exactly where his boss is—either out hunting for intriguing new magic or sneaking off to wherever you are, dancing your heart out. And really, what else could Julius prioritize over you? (Certainly not boring paperwork.)

When Julius does find you, it’s not exactly a subtle arrival, either. He’s the type to stand off to the side with his arms crossed like a proud dad, but the moment you start moving, his eyes light up with pure amazement.

His eyes sparkle and that signature wide grin of his appears, and for however long you’re dancing, he’s transfixed. Time? Deadlines? Bureaucratic responsibilities? Irrelevant. It’s just you, him, and the joy radiating from your movements.

And if you catch him watching? Oh, he’s got the look. You know the one. The eyes filled with awe, the soft smile creeping in, the slight tilt of his head—he’s practically shouting, “That’s my s/o! Look how incredible they are!” without actually saying a word. (Though, if Marx were there, you can bet Julius would be rambling about your talent for at least the next twenty minutes. Poor Marx is just trying to keep things on track while Julius waxes poetic about how you’re like “living art.”)

But Julius doesn’t stop there. Oh no. He’s not just a spectator—he’s your biggest cheerleader. The kind of person who encourages you to step out of your comfort zone, perform for others, and share your gift with the world.

“You have this incredible ability to make people smile,” he’d say with that heartfelt sincerity of his. “You should show more people what you can do!” And when you hesitate, wondering if you’re really good enough, Julius is already halfway through an impromptu speech about how your dancing brings joy, connection, and maybe even a little magic to everyone who sees it.

The idea of you teaching others? Fascinating. He’s absolutely on board, probably throwing out ideas left and right: “What if you taught a class at the Magic Knights’ headquarters? We could call it... hmm... Dance for the Soul! Or maybe Rhythmic Magic? No, wait! Time to Dance!” (He’s laughing at his own pun before you even have the chance to react.)

Julius might not be a dancer by nature, but his sheer enthusiasm for trying is more than enough to make up for his lack of skill. When he attempts to mirror your movements, he’s... well, clumsy.

There’s no other way to put it. His steps are awkward, his timing is a little off, and sometimes he looks more like he’s dodging invisible attacks than actually dancing. But you can’t help finding it absolutely endearing. He’s so earnest, so determined to share this with you, that it doesn’t matter if he’s good or not.

His favorite thing, though, is when you lead him in a simple waltz. The steps are easy enough for him to follow most of the time, and he adores how close it allows him to be to you. He’ll insist that he’s "studying" your movements, claiming it’ll help him better understand the rhythm and flow of dance. But you’re not fooled.

You can see it in the way his eyes linger on you and how his lips curve into a soft smile. Julius isn’t studying anything—he’s just completely captivated by you and your amazing dance moves. And honestly, you could be doing the simplest thing, like clapping along to a beat or tapping your foot, and he’d still think you were the most incredible thing in the room.

Sometimes, he’ll joke about using his Time Magic to help him out. “What if I just slowed myself down a little?” he’d say with a playful grin. “That way, I’d have a better chance of not stepping on your toes.” You know he’s teasing, but there’s a tiny part of you that wonders if he’s genuinely considering it. He probably is.

Julius’s playful side also shines through when it comes to surprising you. If you’re dancing alone in a quiet room, completely absorbed in the music, he’ll suddenly appear out of nowhere, courtesy of his Time Magic.

One moment you’re alone, and the next, there he is, joining in with an exaggerated bow or a twirl that’s far more dramatic than necessary. “Care for a partner?” he’ll say, his tone light, as if he hadn’t just jumpscared you.

Julius is nothing if not romantic, and when he gets the chance, he loves whisking you away to a secluded spot in the Clover Kingdom, hidden from the prying eyes of the world. It’s usually somewhere peaceful, with a perfect view of the night sky.

Under the blanket of stars, he’ll ask you to dance. Sure, his moves might still be a little clumsy—he’s no professional, after all—but he’s so earnest that it doesn’t matter. He’s trying his best, and the way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the universe, makes up for every misstep.

Festivals bring out a more playful side of Julius. The moment he hears music in the streets, he’s tugging you into a spontaneous dance right there in the middle of the crowd. Julius doesn’t care who’s watching; he’s shameless about showing affection, especially when it comes to you.

He’s grinning ear to ear, twirling you around, and maybe throwing in a silly flourish or two just to make you laugh. He knows people are probably staring, but he doesn’t mind—he’s staring too, completely captivated by your joy. And hey, someone has to properly show off how amazing you are, right?

At some point during the festivities, he might even suggest teaming up for a performance. “What if we combine your dancing with my magic?” he’d say, his excitement lighting up his face. And of course, Julius wouldn’t settle for anything less than spectacular.

He’d create ethereal visuals—glowing clock faces that tick in time with the music, cascading stars that shimmer around you, and soft, golden auras that trail your every step. It’s not just a performance; it’s an enchanting display of magic and movement that leaves the entire audience in awe.

And oh, does he love seeing people’s reactions. The way their faces light up, the whispers of admiration as they watch you—it fills Julius with so much pride he can barely contain it. He’s practically bouncing on his heels, like a kid on a sugar rush, proudly boasting about you as if he isn’t the freaking Wizard King of the Clover Kingdom.

Some days, when the weight of being the Wizard King feels particularly heavy, Julius will seek you out with a soft smile and a simple request: “Will you dance for me?” It’s not just about the beauty of your movements; for him, it’s a way to unwind, to find peace after the chaos of his responsibilities.

Sometimes, he’ll join you for a slow, gentle dance to calming music, his steps more careful than usual as he holds you close. Other times, he’s content to sit back, his gaze filled with quiet admiration, as you lose yourself in the rhythm, your movements like magic in their own right.

Julius also often goes out of his way to enhance these moments for you. He’s commissions musicians to play your favorite songs, ensuring the melodies are just right. If he can’t find a musician, he’ll jot down the names of songs or even snippets of lyrics in his journal, secretly planning to surprise you with them later. His effort is as touching as it is endearing—he just loves seeing your face light up when you hear a familiar tune.

For your birthday or other special occasions, Julius takes things to another level. Using his Time Magic, he creates dazzling effects that turn your dances into something out of a dream.

Glittering sand suspended mid-air, glowing orbs that pulse gently in time with your movements, or delicate trails of light that follow your every step—it’s his way of celebrating you. He always watches with a mix of pride and awe, knowing no magical display could ever outshine the joy you bring him.

And then there’s Julius’s unpredictable streak, which makes every day with him an adventure. One afternoon, he might show up with a beautifully tailored outfit in hand, an eager grin tugging at his lips.

“I happened upon this while exploring the markets,” he’d say, far too casual for someone who clearly planned this all along. “I just knew it would look perfect on you while you danced.” The outfit is, of course, stunning—and he’ll insist on seeing you try it out immediately, claiming he needs to “make sure it’s practical for twirling.”

On the most random of days—at the most random of times—he’ll suddenly challenge you to a dance battle. It’s always for fun, of course, but he takes the “battle” part hilariously seriously. If you’re in a competitive mood, he’s even more eager to go all out, complete with his usual playful antics.

And yes, he absolutely cheats.

His Time Magic makes an appearance almost immediately—rewinding his moves to perfect a spin or fast-forwarding himself into positions you could never predict. It’s less of a fair fight and more of a chaotic display of Julius being Julius.

Skill-wise, he doesn’t stand a chance, but that doesn’t stop him from putting on a show. He’ll ham it up like there’s no tomorrow, pulling exaggerated poses and over-the-top flourishes that leave you laughing so hard you might actually lose your footing.

And if you do end up letting him win (out of sheer pity or because you can’t breathe from laughing so much), he’ll act like he just conquered the Clover Kingdom’s greatest challenge.

Still, there’s no denying who the real star is. No matter how much fun he’s having, Julius loves watching you completely outshine him. Your talent leaves him in awe every time, and he’s not shy about admitting it—even in the middle of your battle.

“Incredible!” he’ll exclaim, pausing mid-step just to admire how effortlessly you move. It’s all the proof you need that, despite the antics, he knows he’s lucky just to share the moment with you.

For Julius, your passion for dance is the perfect balance to the weight of his responsibilities as the Wizard King. It brings light and vibrancy to his life in ways few things can.

To him, your dances aren’t just performances—they’re moments of pure, unfiltered magic, far more powerful than any spell he could cast. You’re his personal muse, the source of so much joy and inspiration, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything in the world. <3

[anincompletelist]

ㅤ♡ end of 2024/start of 2025 fic recs! ㅤ♡

my previous recs can be found under this tag!

happy new year everyone! :D I have been so far behind on my tbr list lately but I have managed a few that I've thoroughly enjoyed and felt like sharing! it is by no means a complete list - ha - but I grabbed a few I'd made note of in case anyone is looking for recs.

happy reading and a very happy new year to you all! x

in no particular order:

ㅤㅤㅤSweet Rivalry | bleedingballroomfloor | E | 11k

“Hunter’s entering again,” Alex explains before Henry can finish, “and somehow, that fucker beat both of us, even though he has half the skill of both of us combined. We’ve dominated the bake off year after year. If we want to see him go down, this is the only way to ensure that.” Henry blinks. “So you want to —” “Gang up so we can beat the shit out of Hunter, yeah. Were you even listening to anything I just said?” [Or, Alex and Henry are rival bakers day-to-day, but a newcomer in the Park Slope Christmas Cookie Bake-Off has them becoming a lot closer than originally planned.]

All my promise and my pride (all my fear and all my fight) | @kiwiana-writes | E | 10k

“And the thing is, I get it.” He grips his phone hard enough that he knows he’s risking cracking the screen again, barrelling forward before Henry can interrupt him with bullshit platitudes. “They’re both out there trying to fix the whole damn world to make it a little better for their trans son, but fuck, I miss being able to come home and having that be the one place I didn’t have to deal with any bullshit, you know?” The silence that follows is so absolute, Alex pulls the phone away from his ear to check that the call hasn’t dropped. “Henry?” “I’m here.” Henry’s voice is cracked and hoarse, and he must realise it at the same time Alex does, because he clears his throat before speaking again. “Alex, I don’t—did you mean to tell me that?” [Or, Alex is a stealth trans guy. That doesn't stop canon from barrelling ahead.]

(of everyone i ever knew) i'm giving it all to you | @alasse9 | T+ | 18k

[In a world where the be-all and end-all of relationships is determined by soul resonance, Henry can’t have a soulmate and Alex experiences soul resonance in such a disruptive way that he just doesn’t want one. Against all odds, this is their story.] So he obediently shuffles after June and Nora to say hello, trying his very best not to get distracted by all the connections his brain is shouting at him about. He’s actually trying so badly not to get distracted that he ends up not realizing it’s his turn to say hello to Prince Henry until he’s right there in front of Alex, holding out a hand, and it means he doesn’t have time to register much outside of wow, are his eyes really that blue? and that’s less of a smile and more of a grimace before their hands touch. And for the first time since puberty hit, it’s not a sensory shock, it doesn’t feel like someone’s soul is shouting at him. It’s peaceful. It’s— “Quiet,” Alex whispers. “Your soul is so quiet.”

hit me(n) baby one more time series | @bananzie | M | 15k

(no summary for the series as a whole but it's a&h as hit men! beautiful and captivating, and feel free to check out their entire whumptober as well if it's your thing -- it typically isn't mine but I ADORED all the works in the series!)

Whole Package Babe (I Like The Way You Fit) | @fairflowered | E | 3k

The thing is — they’ve talked about this. They’ve talked about it a lot, Henry fucking Alex. The mechanics of it, the things they’d need to order, if that was even something either of them wanted. (They wanted it).

King Alex and the Little Prince | @smc-27 | M | 16k

“We’ve a proposal. As a show of good faith, Her Majesty is willing to ally our kingdoms the old fashioned way.” Alex glares across the table. “What does that mean?” Philip tips his chin up. “There is a prince. He is yours if you’d like him.” Oh, for fuck’s sake.

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and that's all for now! my goal is to finally get around to reading both more fic and physical books in the near future, so I will keep you all updated as I go along :D

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[carlsdarling]

Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader where she’s Negan’s daughter………featuring hate sex

No Mercy

Y/N is Negan's daughter and is being held hostage in Alexandria. Y/N and Carl hate each other passionately. How will this end? Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, slightly violent sex (consensual), abusive language

Annoyed, you looked up and dropped your book when you saw someone coming towards you. Of all people: Carl, the jackass himself.

After Rick and Daryl had found you injured out in the woods a few weeks ago, very close to the Sanctuary, and had taken you to Alexandria, you were confronted with Carl every fucking day. Like it was some special punishment they'd come up with for you because you were Negan's daughter. When Rick had found out your identity - that hadn't been particularly difficult, because your father had soon shown up at the gates of Alexandria, angrily demanding your handover - he had decided to keep you as a captive. While you were allowed to move freely within Alexandria, you had no access to weapons and were not allowed to leave the city. Neither alone, nor in company.

But the absolute worst thing was that you had to live in Rick's house, under the same roof as Carl, who made no secret of how much he despised you. He let you know and feel that every day. "It's okay Carl, I hate you too," you spat back at him for that reason as he approached now.

"Not as much as I hate you," Carl countered, sounding almost bored, which upset you even more. You'd retreated behind the horse stables with your book, where you'd been sitting peacefully in the grass reading until this menace called Carl had decided to bother you. Now he was standing right in front of you, his shadow falling on you, and as always, he was wearing that stupid hat.

"I can live with it if someone who dresses up as a cowboy, has just one eye and needs a haircut hates me," you retorted pointedly. "By the way, you're not half as badass as you think you are, Carl." Demonstratively, you turned your eyes back to your book, ignoring him. Of course, a Carl Grimes couldn't take that. He snatched the book from you and tossed it away. "Hey!" you shouted at him outrageously. "Fuck off and leave me alone!" You had stood up, and now you were facing each other, glaring angrily at one another.

"You have no rights to anything here," Carl claimed aggressively.

"Oh no?" you scoffed, "Your dad thinks otherwise."

"Yeah, because my dad's not a fucking psycho like yours," Carl retorted in a snarky manner.

"My dad should have killed you when he had the chance," you hissed. "You sure felt great when you broke into the Sanctuary and shot around. Oh, wow, Badass Carl is kicking some butts," you teased him maliciously. He stared angrily at you with narrowed eye. "But I guess that was a non starter, wasn't it? My dad dragged your little ass back to Alexandria and fed you spaghetti. As if you were a three-year-old“, you mocked him.

"At least I didn't get captured," he growled.

"Oh, yeah? As I recall, my dad gave you back voluntarily. Why would we want to keep an idiot like you? You're worthless. A real plague, an inconvenience,  that's what you are, Carl."

You orbited each other slowly, like two wolves, between you were only a few inches of distance. You fixated on each other with hatred. Carl was literally vibrating with rage, you could almost smell his anger. Confused, you realized that a certain excitement had taken control of you. Carl's aggressive aura triggered something in you. Carl seemed to feel the same way, because he brought his face close to yours, and without any warning, he kissed you roughly and forced his tongue into your mouth. You freed yourself. "What are you doing?" you hissed, scratching him across the cheek.

He didn't blink an eye, just licked his lips and approached you again. "You will not scratch me again, Y/N," he said in a hoarse voice. "Unless it's with pleasure while I'm fucking you."

"Excuse me?" you shrieked, "What kind of planet do you live on?" Again you looked at each other. You were both quivering all over, the air between you felt like it was electrified. The sexual tension was palpable.

Carl grabbed your wrist. "You want it too," he whispered provocatively. "I bet your pussy's dripping already," he said contemptuously, pressing himself against you. You could feel his arousal, and yes, damn it, he was right - you lusted after him even though you hated him. So you returned his stormy, aggressive kisses, and you enjoyed his rough hands on your bare skin as he rudely removed your shirt and bra.

"I hate you," you hissed excitedly as he caressed your nipples. The moisture between your legs increased. You peered toward the corner of the building. "Someone could show up here at any moment," you said, "We should go somewhere else."

"I don't care," Carl said dismissively. "We'll do it right here in the grass." Without further ado, he pushed you down to the ground, lay on top of you, and rubbed against you.

"Ouch," you complained, "you're hurting me, Carl." The buckle of his belt was aching on your hip.

"Shut up," Carl commanded carelessly, but at the same time loosened his belt and pulled down his jeans and boxers, shamelessly exposing his cock. It was of fair size and already totally erect.

The sight made you suck in an excited breath, but all you said was, "Wow. He's not bigger than that?"

Carl snorted angrily, pressing you to the grass, shoving your skirt up and your panties down before pushing himself between your legs. "Like you don't want him," he argued. "You're so horny for me, look how soaking wet you are. Little whore." He played with your entrance and clit with his tip, but didn't penetrate you, instead watching your face with a gleeful grin as you began to whimper softly. A new flood of moisture was welcoming him.

"I can also pleasure myself if you don't know where to put your dick in, Carl," you said pejoratively. "I expected nothing else from you."

With a single, hard thrust, he penetrated you, making you gasp - half in pain, half in lust. For a moment he paused, and you stared at each other again, full of aversion. Your hearts were pounding heavily.

"What are you waiting for? Rail me," you then commanded. Carl closed his eyes and began with hard, ruthless thrusts; he wasn't being sensitive or tender, but you didn't want him to be, you wanted him hard and merciless, and you hated him fiercely, with every fiber of your body. You inflicted some deep scratches on his back, whereupon he angrily grabbed your wrists and held them above your head while he pounded in you even harder.

It was thrilling beyond description. "Harder," you gasped, "harder still. Faster." Carl moaned out loud, you were both glistening with sweat, and you felt a powerful orgasm starting to build. You arched your back, squirming under Carl's thrusts and whimpering with desire, when he suddenly stopped.

"You will not cum now," he said breathlessly. "I won't allow it."

"I hate you, Carl Grimes," you repeated, biting him in his left shoulder, whereupon he gave you a sharp slap in the face.

"Bite me again like the rabid dog you are, and you'll regret it," he threatened, his lips very close to your right ear before resuming his thrusts into you. "I'm going to cum now, so you may too," he announced a few seconds later.

"Pull out before you cum", you demanded, but he pinned you to the ground and just continued thrusting, unimpressed, faster and harder.

"Forget it," Carl whispered horny and licked your neck. He obviously hadn't shaved that morning, and it was irritating your skin. "I'm going to breed you. When your dad gets you back, you'll be pregnant by me. How are you going to explain that to him? It'll be fun," he panted before he started moaning loudly again, thrusting even harder into you and blowing his whole load deep inside you. You cum so hard you thought you were going to explode. The two of you lay together for a moment, breathless, before Carl stood up, pulled his pants back up, and tossed your clothes to you. "You'd best get dressed again," he said bitingly. "Not like anyone's going to show up and realize what a little whore you are after all."

"Screw you, Carl," you replied lazily.

He gave you a dirty smirk. "Okay. Tomorrow, same time, same place?"

[xoxochb]

Hello! I absolutely love everything about your blog and your writing style! I was wondering if you could do Jason Grace x daughter of Nemesis inspired by The Albatross by Taylor Swift? Preferably in training or on the battlefield. Thank you!

⋆·˚ ༘ * the albatross

warnings: none pairing: jason grace x daughter of nemesis lyrics: she's the albatross she is here to destroy you / devils that you know / raise worse hell than a stranger / she's the death you chose / you're in terrible danger

If asked who the best archer at camp would be, typically you would say a child belonging to apollo, the literal god of archery. but in this circumstance it was you, a daughter of nemesis. it was well known that nobody was to mess with you and nobody was to try and prove themselves better than you because a) you were a daughter of nemesis, the goddess of retribution. you could easily wish karma upon anyone and it would happen and b) nobody could beat you. so why try?

that was a good question. jason grace pondered this question. why did so many people put themselves in this awful spot- it had to be embarrassing to even try. however it occurred to him one day why people tried. you were… well, you! you were gorgeous first of all, entrancing to the eyes of the son of jupiter. second the challenge was thrilling. in the morning he found you training at the archery range, your bow and arrow in hand

jason approached you carefully. he may have been just a little scared. he imagined this many times, meeting you for once, but nothing compared to the real thing. he didn’t even know how to hold a bow correctly how was he supposed to battle you? well he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up now

almost hesitantly he speaks, “hi y/n”

startled, you accidentally shoot your arrow. you turn around quickly and place a hand on your chest

“you scared the shit out of me!”

jason’s cheeks flush red in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you”

“you’re fine” you let out a deep breath and place your bow on the ground “so what’re you here for? wait- aren’t you that roman kid?”

“uhm, yes. jason grace”

you purse your lips. “nice. you know my name I heard. what can I do for you?”

“I want to battle you”

“battle me?” you laugh “you can try!”

“let’s do it”

“wow. you’re real sure you’re going to win aren’t you? do you know who I am?”

“you’re y/n y/l/n, daughter of nemesis, best archer at camp”

you shrug. “exactly. and if you run out of here in tears then I told you so”

“that’s fine”

“I’m warning you now”

“let’s go”

ੈ✩‧₊˚

jason grace had never been so worried in his life. as confident as he acted, he was not. never in his life had he ever picked up a bow and arrow, how was he expected to beat you? pure luck he supposes

when he got back to the archery field you caught his eye again, training which wasn’t a surprise. could this ground magically swallow him whole right now? could he shoot himself with this arrow? there was no way this was going to end well

you see jason out of the corner of your eye. a smirk coming to your lips. “hey, grace. you ready to cry?”

he sighs and walks over to you. if it wasn’t for your beauty he might’ve hated you. “I can guarantee you I won’t be the one crying”

“you’ve got a lot of nerve,” you turn yourself to face him, the close proximity almost making jason’s knees buckle. and although he was taller, your doe eyes looking up at him was captivating “I like you”

you turn back around and grab your bow and arrow. “you first”

oh. jason’s eyes widen. “me first?”

you nod with a smile. he puts his bow and arrow in the position he has seen you in, probably not correct because you started laughing

“you’ve never done this before have you?”

“how can you tell?” jason asks sarcastically

“I can teach you” you place down your bow and arrow and walk towards the son of jupiter

“okay, you’re holding the bow right but no the arrow,” you place your hands over his to show him the correct placing “your thumb and pointer go on either side right here. then you pull back and let go. It’s not that difficult but it takes a lot of strength and good eyes,”

you look up at jason to meet his eyes covered by glasses. “which you don’t really have”

his brows furrow. “the glasses help”

“I guess. try it out”

with his fingers in the correct places he pulls back on the arrow, and releases. it hit the target at least, not directly the middle but he tried

you smile widely and as contagious as it was jason couldn’t help smiling back. “holy shit, grace! you’re a natural!”

“am I better than you yet?” jason meets your eyes for the first time

you take the bow from his hands, taking your own arrow and shooting, hitting the direct middle of the target

“you tell me. crying yet?”

jason shakes his head. “give me a few more weeks and I might be as good as you”

“I don’t think so”

“I’m sure with a teacher as good as you I will”

[drcomttheo]

Theo and Enzo x YN

summary: You three go on a picnic

warnings: established relationships, fluff

words: 661

a/n: Excerpt from my fic "Amidst the Chaos"

Slytherin Boy oneshots—ML

Slytherin Boy oneshots—AO3

ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅꜱ

"Y/N." You heard Enzo's voice carry from a distance.

"Hurry up; this was your plan," he said and you eagerly sprinted up the hill, your heart racing, as you hurried to meet up with your friends at the top of the hill.

As you reached the pinnacle of the hill, you stood proudly and stared at the breathtaking view.

"Wow, this place is absolutely incredible," you whispered in awe as you gazed at the stunning view before you.

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a rush of nostalgia as you took in the familiar scene in front of you.

Your gaze shifted towards Enzo, who was leaning against a tree, already staring at you with a smirk.

"Even though I initially came up with the idea, he actually introduced me to this place." You gestured towards Theo, who had a bright smile staring at you.

You held a special place in Theo's heart with Enzo, who was also competing for your affection.

However, you always seemed to spend more time around Theo, since he was completely devoted to you, going above and beyond to fulfill your every need.

You moved closer to Theo, pulling him down to settle beside you in the grass in a comfortable position as you gazed longingly over the edge of the grassy slopes, your eyes fixed on the breathtaking view that extended out in front of you.

Down the ridge, there was a tranquil waterfall.

You and your friends frequently found yourselves together as a family, although it wasn't very often due to your school schedules. When you weren't busy with tutoring or studying for yourself and you had a rare moment of free time, you three would all make an effort to go.

You couldn't get enough of going, even though the climb up was absolutely draining.

You saw it as a sanctuary, a haven where being alone didn't make you feel isolated, especially with the two.

You frequently found yourself captivated by the sight of the sky above.

You adored the way the clouds gracefully glided through the air, seemingly suspended in eternal tranquility.

For once, the day seemed to move at a leisurely pace.

You three sprawled comfortably on the soft grass, your eyes tracing the endless expanse of the sky above.

The clouds danced gracefully across the sky, their ever-changing forms captivating the three of you.

"Oh my goodness, that totally reminds me of a capybara!" Your eyes sparkled with delight as you pointed your finger towards the vast, endless blue sky.

"A what?" Enzo asked, a look of confusion crossing your features.

"What the hell is a capybara?" Theo asked, laughing.

"A capybara!" you propped yourself up, your gaze locking onto Enzo and Theo with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "It is actually the largest rodent on Earth. We should all totally go to the zoo sometime. I would assume that they have them there," you said, and Enzo laughed. "They are absolutely adorable, like giant guinea pigs," you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling.

"A large rodent? That sounds like a nightmare," Theo replied, shaking his head in disbelief at the thought.

"Oh, please, Theo, you should pet a guinea pig then," you stated, your eyes sparkling with excitement and hope.

Theo's voice was filled with warmth as he responded, "I don't know about that one."

Enzo shot Theo a glance. "What's wrong, Theo, scared of a giant rat?"

You snarled, "It is not a rat!"

And the three of you laughed.

It was a rare and treasured moment of forgetfulness as you all sat outdoors, gazing at the valley for what seemed like an eternity, simply taking pleasure in one another's presence, a strange contrast from what was happening at Hogwarts.

As the day began to fade, it cast a warm glow across the landscape.

The three of you prepared to return to their home as the sun set.

You collected their belongings, each item a reminder of their journey, and began their descent down the winding hill.

In that moment that they were making their way back down, unspoken words filled the air and a shared sense of contentment radiated between you.

[s4pphic-sh3nan1gans]

BoKris in tv interviews. Go.

oh anon I have SO MANY THOUGHTS!!! and you really wanna hear me yap about them?! 🥹 are you accepting marriage proposals?

OKAY SO. I mean... just look at them. they're so soft and adorable and I absolutely cannot handle it. whenever Kris is speaking, Bojan seems to be in a permanent state of heart eyes, hanging on his every word and watching him so closely, almost like he's kinda fascinated by him... or, I dare say, captivated by his beauty. maybe it's because Kris is speaking in serbo-croatian and Bojan finds it soooooo attractive because wow, he's speaking in his mother tongue?! hot.

also, we all know Bojan is like one of the most tactile people on the planet, but is there really any need for him to constantly seek out contact with Kris whilst they're literally on live TV?! no, there is not. and yet it seems like he can't stop himself, he just HAS to reach out and hug him and pull him close and play with his hair. because... y'know. why wouldn't he?

but then Kris always seems to get so flustered!!! he suddenly acts so shy, never meeting Bojan's gaze or only doing so for the most fleeting of moments. his instinct is to lean away from Bojan, or just look very very surprised when he gets touchy with him, which he really shouldn't considering Bojan is *always* touchy. but even though he seems flustered, the smile never fades from his face. it's almost like he's forcing himself to "act natural" because holy shit Bojan is sitting right next to him and he's a total ray of sunshine that might blind Kris if he looks for too long or burn him if he gets too close, although secretly he's craving the contact because it makes him feel so warm inside...

and that, my friends, is what we call gay panic 😇 personally, I could watch Kris gay panic aaaaaall day. it really does look like he's trying so hard to mask his reactions but... he doesn't do a very good job, if we're being honest 😭 but it's okay!!! it means that we can all go feral over them together 🫠

in conclusion: gay.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

miles kane, swg3 glasgow 01/02/2024

oh my god oh my GOD i don't even know where to start. last night was hands down not just one of the best gigs of my life, but one of the best nights of my life full stop. it's twenty four hours later and my heart just feels so full and i still can't stop smiling with pure happiness 🥹 i've been to a LOT of gigs over the years, and a lot of those have been really amazing gigs too - but this one. wow. there was truly just something so special about this one that i know i'll carry with me for a long time to come 💗

i feel like i could ramble endlessly about all the things that made it so incredible (i.e. literally everything), so to try and avoid writing an actual essay, here are a few bullet points of my favourite things:

being right in the front row was AMAZING for obvious reasons, but also because of the number of times miles made eye contact with me and smiled at me as he was singing 😭 (naturally any time this happened i smiled back like a total idiot and forgot all the words) me and the lovely human i was there with were the only ones at the barrier who were really getting into it at the start, and i got the sense he loved seeing how much we were loving being there 💗

miles just has the most incredible energy ✨ that's absolutely something you pick up from listening to his music, watching interview etc - but it's quite something else to experience in person. the moment he walks into a room he just gives off such good vibes and such warmth. there's such a sense of groundedness to him as well as all the amazing passion, and also idk. i feel like in person you can really feel the sensitivity and vulnerability that's so present in his music too. he truly lights up a room and just has such a knack for holding everyone captive 💫

getting to witness miles being overwhelmed and unable to stop smiling at how enthusiastic the crowd was truly wonderful 🥹 you could just *feel* how much it all meant to him, and watching him get all the love and appreciation he deserves was just magic 💖

at the end, he came down into the crowd towards me and was making direct eye contact and then he FUCKING SPOKE TO ME??????? 😭 i was too dazed to actually take in what he was saying (i'm pretty sure it was something along the lines of "i like your necklace" but honestly who knows lol), and it was very brief because naturally i wasn't the only person in the crowd he was saying hi to, but fucking HELL. i was totally, totally unprepared 😭 i then had the privilege of a sweaty miles kane leaning over me to high five the people behind me, and i held his hand and - yeah. it was all so truly surreal that i might think i'd imagined it if it wasn't for the fact i can literally see the moment in this video 😭

i was there with @perfectly-clear-from-here and we were both just utterly ECSTATIC after the show, it was amazing getting to share the sheer giddy joy of all that with one of the loveliest humans i know 💜

and then of course (as if all of that wasn't already enough to make it the most wonderful night), we MET MILES after the show 😭😭 i've already rambled about that here so i won't do it again, but - yeah. let's just say he truly is the most wonderful person with the loveliest energy, and he is so easy to be around 🥹

the last six months or so have not been easy ones for me, and this felt like the most wonderful break in the clouds that just - idk. really restored me to myself. it was so special to get to experience live so many of the amazing songs that have got me through and been such a comfort in the difficult times, and i am just so endlessly grateful to miles for his courage in creating and sharing all that he shares 💗

**please do not repost my photos without permission**

[tsunami-of-tears]

Draw me like one of your fae girls

Feyre x Reader (sapphic)

A/N: okay I may have plotted too hard before the porn

Thank you so much to ✨ anon who sent this request in. I’ve diverged a little bit, but most of your points are covered 💛

Wordcount: 2.4K

Warnings: Female reader; we have a little bit of angst/pining; smut (oral - f!receiving, fingering, soft d/s, mommy kink)

The rushing of the Sidra, a crisp breeze rustling through the trees, the soft tap of footsteps on the cobblestone streets, people laughing and chattering as they mill about. Velaris, the city for the dreamers. 

I meander through the artist’s quarter, arms full of my new supplies. A big gust of wind blows down the street and I spin to shield my face, clutching the bundle close to my chest. As I turn, a sign comes into view: 

“Help wanted. Any artistic experience is desirable. Enquire within.”

What are the chances? I’ve been looking for a new job, and being surrounded by art all day sounds like a dream come true. I shift my supplies into one arm and open the door. 

Inside the studio is bright and welcoming. Easels line the room, some holding paintings in various stages of completion. The walls are scattered with artwork, all portraying different subjects– flowers in vases, scenes of restaurants by the Sidra, a boy throwing a ball in the park– all breathing life into the space. Vibrant, joyous life. 

A high-fae female stands behind one of the easels, she has smears of yellow paint on her cheek and smock. Her grey-blue eyes are narrowed in concentration and waves of gold are tied messily in a bun on her head. She bites on her lower lip as she continues painting, her nose scrunching ever so slightly. 

She is captivating. 

She looks up from her work, finally noticing my presence in the room. 

“Oh hello there. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you come in. My name is Feyre,” she smiles warmly at me before setting down her brush and palette. She wipes her hands on her smock, though it doesn’t help much. 

“It’s okay, I just got here. I’m Y/N, I saw your sign outside.” I return Feyre’s smile, and gesture to the door behind me. 

“That didn’t take long,” she laughs. “I put that sign up an hour ago. You’re an artist?”

“Yes, I paint and draw, but my preferred medium is ceramics. I like using my hands.” 

“We have that in common,” she says, her smile turning slightly playful. “I’m looking for someone to assist during classes. It’s gotten so busy, which is wonderful, but my attention is stretched too thin. Do you think that’s something you’re interested in?” 

I nod eagerly, “Absolutely. It’s my dream to be surrounded by art all day. Would you like to see some of my work? The sculptures are difficult to transport but I can deliver some of my sketchbooks.”

“I’d love to, but it’s not required for the position. How soon can you start?” 

I blink a few times, repeating her words in my head to make sure I heard Feyre correctly. “Does next week work?”

———— 

I’m unpacking the fired pottery from the kiln a few months later. Feyre had bought it soon after I started working for her. With her blessing, I’d begun teaching ceramics classes. This last batch was from my regular students who attend once a week.

I’m holding the last piece when Feyre enters. “Wow, these are amazing. You’re doing so well with the students,” she beams. 

“It’s all them,” I respond, setting down the pot carefully.

“Don’t do that,” Feyre tuts. “You’re a great teacher and I’m thrilled to have you working with me.” 

“Thanks, Feyre. I really love it. It’s so rewarding.”

“I’m still waiting on my personal lesson though,” she laughs. “Are you still up for drinks tonight?”

“Definitely. I just need to reload the kiln, the next batch should be dry enough.” 

———— 

Feyre and I walked to the bar arm-in-arm, already giggling at each other and we hadn’t started drinking yet. Since I joined Feyre’s studio, we’ve developed a close friendship, though a small piece of my heart yearns for more. 

She’s mated, I remind myself for the hundredth time. 

As we enter the dimly lit bar, Ressina spots us, calling us over to her booth. I take a seat next to another instructor, Coral, and Feyre slides in beside me. Across from us sits Ressina and her partner, Pollux. 

Ressina had bought a round of drinks for our group just before we arrived. We raise our glasses, clinking them together in cheers before taking a sip. 

“Coral was just telling us about her hot date last night,” Ressina explains. 

“Don’t sound so excited,” Pollux says sarcastically. 

“Oh it’s just fun, we have to live vicariously through our single friends. Feyre gets it, right?” Ressina gestures vigorously towards Feyre.

“Oh actually,” Feyre says, “I might be back on the market.” She takes a casual sip from her drink, as if she had just said the most mundane sentence in the world. 

My jaw drops and my eyes widen in alarm. Across the table, our friends are sporting similar expressions. No one saw that coming. 

“Oh no, not like that!” She quickly reassures us. “Rhys and I are quite happy, we’re just finding it a bit… stagnant. We’ve discussed it at length, and have decided to open our marriage one weekend every month.” 

“Wow Feyre,” Coral says. “Are you and Rhys equally excited about that?” 

Feyre smiles, looking down at her glass, the flush on her cheeks deepening in colour. “We’ve both got different reasons for wanting it but yes, we are. I’ve had my eye on someone,” Feyre’s gaze meets mine for a split second, “and Rhys knew that. It took a lot of conversations to figure out our boundaries, and they’ll likely evolve over time, but we’re taking the first step.” 

“Well congratulations,” Pollux says, raising his glass before taking a swig.

“Thank you,” Feyre says, her eyes finding mine again. I can detect a hint of… longing? Surely not. This wine must be going straight to my head. 

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch. We drink and talk and dance until late into the night when we stumble out of the bar, waving goodbye to our friends who are heading in the opposite direction. Feyre’s arm is wrapped over my shoulders as I do my best to keep her upright. 

“Mmms love you, Y/N,” Feyre slurs, drawing out the syllables of my name. 

“I love you too, Fey,” I answer, quickly grabbing her forearm to stop her falling to the ground. 

“You’re the bestest,” she sighs, slumping in my arms. 

Just as I’m wondering how we’re going to walk home, the darkness in front of us ripples, revealing Feyre’s mate. 

“Feyre Darling,” Rhys coos, scooping her into his arms like she weighs nothing; a stark contrast to my earlier struggles. Feyre wraps her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. My heart constricts at the sight.

“Perfect timing,” I smile tightly in an attempt to hide my true feelings. 

“The bond was muffled and I got worried, though I now understand why,” Rhys explains. 

Right, the bond. 

“You must be Y/N,” Rhys continues. “She talks about you often.” He smiles, looking down at the female cradled in his arms. “Thank you for taking care of her, do you need to be dropped home?” 

“No, thank you. The walk will sober me up.”

“Of course, I’m sure we’ll meet again at some point. Goodnight, Y/N.” Rhys inclines his head before disappearing into the night with Feyre safely in his arms. 

The walk home certainly was sobering. How could I be silly enough to believe she thought of me in any light other than as a friend? Surely she meant she was opening her marriage to other males. Not me.

———— 

A few weeks after our night out, I’ve finally given in to teaching Feyre how to use a pottery wheel. She’d been gushing over my latest collection all week - a series of vases celebrating the divine feminine, the Mother. She was dying to get her hands dirty, quite literally. 

The reason I was hesitant to teach Feyre wasn’t because of her artistic talents. No, I hadn’t stopped thinking about her confession. I hadn’t stopped hoping she meant me.

Feyre is perched on a stool across from me, the pottery wheel in between us with a lump of earthenware clay. Feyre had quickly picked up how to work the peddle, now she just needed to use her hands to shape the clay.

She put her fingers into the centre of the ball like I demonstrated, easing the sides outwards as it spins. As she concentrates, her nose scrunches up and she bites her lip. It’s the same face she always makes when she’s engrossed in creating something. 

“It keeps getting wider, how do I make it go back in again?” Feyre asks. 

“Here,” I put my wet hands on top of Feyre’s, helping her ease the clay in the direction she wanted. “Perfect,” I smile. Feyre looks up from her work to smile back at me. With her focus shifted, her foot slips and the wheel spins out, spraying both of us with muddy water. We both erupt in giggles as we look at the mess covering each other. 

“And I thought painting was a messy hobby,” Feyre laughs. 

———— 

Feyre finished her creation - a simple round vase that she has plans to paint once it’s fired. 

The two of us are cleaning up our tools and hands in the large basin. The laughter from earlier is gone,  leaving us with a comfortable silence. 

Feyre sighs, “It’s the last weekend of the month.”

“I do have a calendar,” I tease. 

“No I mean, it’s the weekend Rhys and I decided on.”

“Oh,” I say quietly. “Do you have anything planned?” 

“I have someone I’d like to ask, but I’ve been a bit worried about how they’ll react,” Feyre admits. 

My heart breaks a little bit at her admission. “You do not need to be worried, you’re gorgeous. I doubt anyone could reject you.”

“I guess,” Feyre sighs.

The silence has now grown deafening between you. 

Finally, Feyre breaks it. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asks. 

“Hey, I thought we were talking about you here!” I exclaim. 

“We still are. I was hoping you’d like to join me.”

Oh. 

OH.

Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I know my mouth has fallen open. 

I look down, unable to meet her gaze as my heart races, the sound pounding in my ears.  “Yeah, I would like that,” I respond. 

———— 

Kissing Feyre was everything. 

Soft lips against mine. Soft hair between my fingers. 

Her scent is dizzying. 

This kiss is all-consuming. 

Every thought, every touch, it’s all her. 

Slowly, her hands slip down my body. Brushing down my neck, grazing over my breasts. 

We’re in her townhouse. I’m lying on the couch with Feyre on top of me, her thighs on either side of my hips. 

We barely made it through the front door before our hands and lips were all over each other. 

Feyre sits up, panting as she regains her breath. She peels off her top, throwing it to the side before doing the same with mine. 

“I can’t believe you asked,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” she retorts, leaning down to kiss me again. 

Feyre kisses down my exposed neck, teasing along my collarbone, surely littering my skin with marks. 

She keeps kissing lower, taking one of my hardened nipples into her mouth and sucking. She takes the other between her thumb and finger, pinching softly. I gasp at the sensation, my hips roll, desperately begging for more.

Feyre hums against my chest, nipple still in her mouth as she grazes it with her teeth, eliciting another gasp from me. 

“You make such pretty sounds,” she says, swinging her leg over my body to stand on the floor. Feyre extends her hand for me to take. “Let’s go somewhere with more room, I want to explore every inch of you.” 

I take her hand, following her upstairs to the bedroom. 

We remove the rest of our clothes before Feyre motions for me to lie in the centre of the wide bed. She crawls between my legs, her face hovering centimetres above mine, her hand gentle against my cheek. 

Feyre leans down to kiss me again. Each stroke of her tongue is intentional. 

I wonder what that tongue would feel like in other places. 

I’m not left wondering for long as Feyre moves down my body. She pauses above my exposed sex, stroking down the outside of my thighs. 

“So pretty,” she says. “May I?” 

“Please,” I moan. 

“Such good manners too baby,” Feyre purrs, dipping her head between my legs.

She starts slow, lapping at me like a cat laps at milk. 

My hips start rolling and she presses them down firmly. 

“So responsive,” she laughs and I whine at the loss of contact. 

Feyre goes in with her fingers next, softly tracing along my clit at an agonising pace. 

I moan as the strokes turn to circles, giving me even more friction. My eyes close, allowing my body to focus on the feeling. 

“I like that noise,” she says, “but what sound do you make when I do this–” Her fingers slide down inside me and she starts to fuck me slowly. My moans get even louder as she starts to curl her fingers, hitting my sweet spot. I writhe beneath her fingers and she starts to pick up her pace. 

“You’re doing so good baby, tell Mommy how good it feels,” Feyre says, lowering her mouth to my clit once again. 

“Mmmm Mommy, feels so good. Mm so close.” I babble, eyes rolling as Feyre’s tongue circles my clit in tandem with her fingers. 

“Cum for me baby,” Feyre says, her fingers keeping their steady pace. 

A few more hard thrusts are all it takes to send me barrelling over the edge, crying out as the waves of pleasure roll over me. 

“Such a good girl,” Feyre says, slowing her thrusts as I ride out the high. 

My body stills as Feyre crawls beside me, wrapping her arms around me. She softly kisses the top of my head as I sigh contentedly. 

“How are you feeling?” Feyre asks. 

“Phenomenal.” 

Feyre laughs at my answer. “Are you tired, or do you want to keep going?” she questions.  

“I’m not even close to being done, it’s your turn.”

“Well then, come here and show Mommy some appreciation.” 

“Gladly.”

[eleniyappz]

farmhouse pt9

Cw: swearing, father daughter verbal and physical fight (not abuse)

“Wow ya didn’t strike me as an artist” You hum taking a bite of the sandwich as you sit across from Johnny. The Cafe is the perfect amount of quiet and busy so it’s not too awkward but also you can hear your thoughts.

“I wouldn’t say I’m an artist lass, i just like drawin’” Johnny chuckles sipping his coffee. His sentence makes you scoff because the pictures of his drawings that he showed you are beautiful, stunning even. “Bullshit mate ya drawins’ are amazin” You gleem. Johnny grins at you, he’s not really listening to you more admiring your beauty and he can’t lie if he said he wasn’t hard as a rock right now. You’re absolutely stunning with your rough features that you no doubt got from your father. Those cold commanding eyes that soften when you’re around your loved ones it’s something so captivating about them.

Your heart sinks when you hear the faintest sound of the all too familiar voice of Simon. Who is supposed to be keeping your father busy. Holy shit are they coming closer?

“Johnny…” You hum trying not to panic “did you also hear Simon? Or was that just me?” You say your rough cockney voice going up a few octaves. Johnny and you freeze when you both hear your father and Simon enter the coffee shop thankfully you two are seated at the back. “Fuck” Johnny whispers. You manage not to panic as you hope they won’t spot you.

Well your prayers and hopes weren’t answered because unfortunately your father turns around and looks up making direct eye contact with Johnny. His eyes harden when he recognises that all to familiar hair of yours and that little squeak you make. Price slowly approaches the table “Johnny please don’t tell me you are on a date with my daughter” Price says holding in all his anger because he’s out in public. “Ahhh….errr…” is all Johnny can get out before you whip your head around. “Piss off” you hiss.

“I told you two to stay away from each other, especially you John” Price growls as he stands infront of you and Johnny on your gravel driveway outside your house.

“And I told you we are adults” You growl back. Simon and Johnny would be lying if they said you both weren’t fucking scary right now. “He’s my soldier who is no good for you” price says pursing his lips. “I don’t care” you Growl balling your fists and stepping closer. “You’re a fuckin bad man John you can’t even follow simple instructions” Your father growls at Johnny as he tries to move towards your beloved Johnny you side step blocking him. “Uh ah, I’m the problem here you ain’t focusing on him” You hiss your father’s fists ball up too. Once again you are both toe to toe snarling and growling.

“I can go on dates with Johnny if I want. I ain’t a little girl for fucks sake” You snarl “I ain’t even fuckin him, we shared a bed ONE time when we were shitfaced” that makes your dad even angrier. It usually wouldn’t but you and Price have the same temper… extremely short and explosive. You both inch impossibly closer to each other. “You’re fuckin disobedient John, you’ve crossed a line now” Price hisses towards Soap. That’s what blew you over the edge you were the first to swing taking a quick step back before swinging at him and of course your dad swings back hitting you in the face. This happens about two swings more before Simon and Johnny pull you off each other. “Wot the fuck?” Simon yells as he holds back Price and Johnny holds back you. Your father and you are both now sporting bloody noses and a split lip on your end and a nice incoming black eye on his end.

You both are dragged inside into separate rooms to ice your wounds. “What the actual fuck was that?” Soap asks as he looks at you. You shrug putting the ice to your nose. “Ain’t the first time, Prices aren’t known for a great temper”.

“Yer can’t go fightin’ yer own dad Bonnie” Soap sighs kissing your forehead. “He had it coming that bitch”

[ I feel like this wasn’t long enough but oh well 🤷‍♀️]

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[alan-becker-confessions]

Sometimes i think about Green's channel from the Influencer Arc and how it really did exactly what it was supposed to do. The change from "for the love of the game" to "for the interaction and fame" was protrayed so well in the content Green put out, with how they moved away from the stuff the gang wanted to make, and towards what the fans wanted to see.

If we look at the first post with the basketball, it was so aggressively homemade and genuine. They took turns recording each other, the editing was simplistic with no bloopers / mistakes cut out, no script or attempts to interact with the viewer. The video was only put on YouTube because they wanted to watch it on a bigger screen. It was only for the gang, and this is reflected really well in the video and how it's presented to us.

Compare that to the tour of minecraft and oh my god its all gone. Any sense of originality has been flushed down the drain, leaving us with the classic in your face eye melting slop you'd find on the "big" channels of nowadays [a perfect example being MrBeast]. Its for the most part scripted, with Green as the main focus & the others cast to the side even though it seems like they don't want to be there at all! And it only gets worse as we move further down the line, with the gang eventually ditching them due to the Picnic Prank of '24.

Idk man, i just think its just a interesting little reflection of YouTube and the type of content one is presented with over time :P

- 🎞 Anon

It was so ethereal being there to WATCH the influencer arc go down, honestly.

I hate REwatching it because it makes me squirm and writhe in my seat, both out of cringe and just out of. Wow that's kinda scary. But I will admit it ABSOLUTELY served it's purpose, and it served it well. Watching Green's downfall was like watching a building burn down I hated it but it was captivating

[aishangotome]

Jagasaki Yato: Chapter 9 (R18+)

Chapter 8

Note: From here on out, R18+ CGs will be posted in my Patreon version of translations!

♡———♡

When I opened my eyes after passing through the purple mist, the scene before me was becoming familiar.

The licentious mansion, Mugenro...---

(As expected, I always come here when I sleep after using the incense...)

When I entered the building, Gashakun, who noticed me, came running over with light footsteps.

Gasha-dokuro: Ah. Yumeka-san, welcome! It's a lovely night tonight, maybe that's why there are more butterfly-sama than usual too--

Yumeka: Good evening, Gasha-kun. Um... I wanted to see Yato-san, but can I request him?

When I asked, my voice almost cracking with nervousness, Gasha-kun shrugged apologetically.

Gasha-dokuro: Ah... Yato-san is a bit busy right now...

(He's busy... of course he is, right? He said Yato-san is the most popular at Mugenro...)

While inwardly trying to convince myself and unintentionally making a gloomy face, Gasha-kun hurriedly corrected himself.

Gasha-dokuro: I-I can take you to him if you wait a little while!

Gasha-dokuro: So please don't be so down. Okay?

The way he looked up at me with a worried expression was just like a puppy, and my sinking feelings lifted a little.

Yumeka: Thank you. Then, I'll wait until you can take me to him.

Gasha-dokuro: Yes! Oh, right, Yumeka-san, have you ever been to the garden?

Gasha-dokuro: Lots of flowers are blooming there. It's perfect for spending your waiting time!

Gasha-dokuro: By the way, my recommendation is...--

And so, Gasha-kun's story showed no sign of stopping, and "recommendations" were listed one after another.

Gasha-dokuro: --...are also worth seeing and good. There are others too--

Yumeka: G-Gasha-kun, thank you for telling me so much!

Yumeka: You went to the trouble of recommending it, so I'll go take a look at the garden.

Gasha-dokuro: Yes! Then please, take your time.

Seen off by Gasha-kun, who was waving with a smile, I headed towards the garden.

Yumeka: Wow, just like Gasha-kun said, it's absolutely lovely...!

Welcomed by a hedge overflowing with colorful flowers, I proceeded while admiring them, and an outer moat filled with clear water came into view.

Beside it stood an arbor where one could rest while gazing at the sparkling surface of the moat.

(Indeed, it might be perfect for passing the time...)

Just as I was about to approach the hedge, drawn in as if by a magnet--I heard the sound of footsteps on the lawn behind me...

(I wonder if it's another butterfly-san?)

When I turned around, thinking I should at least nod, there stood a fragile-looking man with skin as white as if it were translucent.

(Wow, what a beautiful person...)

As I was letting out a breath, captivated by the sight of his pale lavender hair swaying in the breeze, the man noticed my gaze and widened his eyes, framed by long eyelashes.

???: You...

Yumeka: ......?

(I feel like I've met this person somewhere before... Where was it?)

Feeling frustrated by the hazy memory I couldn't quite grasp, I smiled and gave a slight nod.

Yumeka: Good afternoon... or rather, good evening? Did you come to see the garden too?

???: Ugh... --!

As I tried to approach him, he jumped back like a startled fawn, recoiling with exaggerated motion.

???: Why are you here––

Yumeka: ... Huh?

As I tilted my head at his obvious distress, a familiar voice rang out.

Yato: Yumeka, so you were here.

Yumeka: Yato-san!

Yumeka: Were you perhaps looking for me?

Yato: Gasha told me you were here.

(...He looked for me and came to get me...)

My heart leaping, I ran over to Yato-san.

The pale-skinned man who had been watching me opened his mouth with a suspicious look.

???: Yato-san, that is...?

Yato: This one is my butterfly, Tsubaki.

Tsubaki: This human is Yato-san's--...?

The gaze of the man called Tsubaki-san sharpened in an instant.

(What...?)

But without saying anything else, Tsubaki-san just nodded to Yato-san, didn't even glance at me, and quickly returned inside the building.

Yumeka: Could it be that he's also the same as you, Yato-san--

Yato: Yeah. A male courtesan at Mugenro.

Yato-san's gaze was also directed towards Tsubaki-san, who was getting smaller in the distance...

-

Tsubaki walked down the long hallway of Mugenro with a scowl that made no attempt to hide his displeasure.

Tsubaki: To meet a human here... the worst. And what's more, Yato-san's... butterfly.

Tsubaki: Why a human of all things...?

As Tsubaki, who had stopped walking, clenched his back teeth tightly as if to suppress his emotions--

???: Tsubaki--...What's wrong?

To his fellow male courtesan who appeared from the end of the hallway, Tsubaki sighed and frowned.

Tsubaki: There was a human at Mugenro.

Tsubaki: And it seems she's a butterfly that Yato-san cherishes.

???: Hmm. I heard about a human coming, but it's surprising that he's that into her.

Tsubaki: A human isn't worthy of Yato-san...

Tsubaki, who had been looking down and voicing his discontent, said quietly.

Tsubaki: I doubt it, but... you're not going to say that that's the "existence Yato-san has been searching for all this time," are you?

???: .............

The man who approached and gave Tsubaki's shoulder a light thump just narrowed his eyes without changing his expression.

???: Who knows. ...But if that's the case––

???: That's a cruel story for that human.

-

After Tsubaki-san left, Yato-san and I strolled through the garden before heading to our room.

(Even so, the combination of Yato-san and flowers is picturesque...)

His sharp, intelligent beauty is framed by the brightly colored flowers, making it seem like a work of art.

I almost ended up looking at Yato-san more than the flowers, so I shook my head slightly and then returned my gaze to the hedge.

Yumeka: Oh, this flower...

At the bottom of the hedge, I noticed a flower that had fallen to the ground, mixed in with the other flowers facing upwards and forward.

I squatted down on the spot and gently reached out my hand so as not to hurt it.

Its appearance, as if it had just recently snapped off the branch, made my heart ache.

Yumeka: It bloomed so beautifully, it's a shame...

I gently lifted the flower, which hadn't yet lost its freshness, cupping it in my palm.

Yato: ...........

Yumeka: If I put it in water, do you think it will bloom a little longer...?

I thought I'd ask Gashakun when we get back--while I was thinking about that.

Yato: ...This flower bloomed beautifully to its fullest. That should be enough.

Yato, who had been standing next to Yumeka as if to nestle close, coughed.

(Eh...?)

When Yumeka looked up at Yato's face reflexively, an even more fragile voice drifted down.

Yato: To wither and decay––is also happiness.

Yumeka: Yato-san...?

Yato's expression as he gazed at the flower in my hand was the same as always.

However, in his eyes, I could see an unconcealable pity and sadness seeping through.

(Why do you think that withering away is happiness?)

I wanted to say it aloud, but the moment my eyes were caught by his gaze, which was fixed on the flower, I swallowed it back.

The Yato I meet at "Tapir," and the Yato in Mugenro, both are lonely and seem somehow sad––

(Every time I see you like that, I want to get closer to you. I want to heal you... I find myself wishing that.)

(That's why, I...)

As our gazes remained locked, Yato-san unusually turned his face away first.

Yato: …… I hadn't asked why you came here again.

I knew Yato-san was changing the subject, but I didn't point it out.

Yato: Were you unable to sleep again, and it became painful?

Yumeka: That's part of it, but it's not just that.

Yato: .....?

Perhaps unsure of my intentions, Yato-san met my eyes again.

I spurred on my lips, which were trembling with nervousness, and answered clearly.

Yumeka: …… I came to confirm something.

Yumeka: Whether this is truly just a dream or not.

Yato: ............

A silence so intense it was painful continued.

After a silence that felt too long, Yato-san quietly spun words.

Yato: …… What would you do if it wasn't just a dream?

Yato: Knowing the truth, what do you want to do?

An instinct within me told me that if I heard what came next, there would be no turning back.

My heart pounded like a rapid bell, asking if this was truly okay.

(…… Even so, it's fine.)

I gently released my hand from the flower I had been holding and stood up.

Yumeka: Knowing the truth, I want to accept everything and move forward.

Yato: ...........

Yato: What do you want to ask?

The thing I was most curious about, and the thing I was most afraid to hear the answer to.

Yumeka: You, are you ……

I let my gaze slide once over the deep red flower with the broken stem, then raised my face and looked into Yato-san's eyes, the color of the deep sea.

Yumeka: Are you the same person as the Yato-san from the real world who always comes to "Tapir"?

Yato·Yumeka: ...............

The few seconds I waited for an answer felt like an eternity––

Yato: …… That's right.

He answered that just once, then closed his lips again.

(…… I knew it……)

I wasn't as shaken as I thought I would be, but perhaps my mind was just completely blank.

Yato: …… I answered.

Yato: Let's go back to the room.

Yato-san's toes pointed towards the path leading to the indoors.

Yumeka: Wait, there's still––

There are still things I want to ask.

Yato: Later.

Yato-san said curtly and started walking ahead.

As soon as Yato-san returned to the room, he prepared a basin filled with water.

As soon as I placed the flower there, he took my hand and led me to the bed ……

Then, he took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the bed, and pulled me onto his lap from behind, embracing me.

Yumeka: W-wait. Um, about the rest of the questions ……

When I turned only my face, Yato-san nodded.

Yato: Ah.

(…… He's going to answer, right?)

While listening to Yato-san's quiet breathing, which echoed near my ear, I asked.

Yumeka: This dream …… isn't something I'm just seeing on my own, is it connected to reality?

Yato: In the first place, this isn't a dream world you created.

Yato: You are in a pleasure district in Kakuriyo––a sacred realm in a different place from reality.

(So, this is also reality in a way……?)

When I burn that incense and fall asleep, I don't know the exact principle, but it seems I come to another world called Kakuriyo.

Being confronted with the fact I had been half-doubting, the reality of it now welled up within me.

Yumeka: A place where ayakashi and, sometimes …… humans gather.

Those were the words Gasha-kun spoke when I first visited Mugenro.

Yato: That's right.

Yato: …… I am both the Jagasaki Yato you know, and an ayakashi with the name Yatogami.

(Ayakashi, Yatogami …… That's Yato-san's true form……)

Apart from his otherworldly beauty, his appearance is not much different from a human, and the frightening name "ayakashi" doesn't quite fit.

Yato: Are you done with your questions?

Yato-san's hands, which had been around my waist from behind, moved upwards and touched my chest over my nightwear.

Yumeka: Y-yah …… Ah, wait ……

I hadn't mentally prepared myself, so I involuntarily raised my voice.

But Yato-san continued to unbutton my chest without hesitation.

Yato: I have a contract with the owner of this pleasure district––my job is to entertain and embrace the butterflies.

Yumeka: Ugh …… ––!

The blade of his nonchalant words pierced sharply into my chest.

(This is Yato-san's job……)

Yato-san's fingertips, brushing against my exposed chest where my nightwear had opened, felt unusually cold.

This is a pleasure district––a place to pay the price and receive the hospitality of a male prostitute.

It's the same as "Tapir," except the price and what is offered are different.

(Until the incense fire goes out, for the amount of spirit stones I pay, Yato-san will fill my heart and body.)

(It's obvious, so why am I so shocked?)

Even while I was stunned, Yato-san opened the front of my nightwear wide to the left and right.

Yumeka: Ah.

Yato: I've told you everything you wanted to know. From here on out, it's my work time.

My bare breasts trembled as they felt the outside air.

But immediately, a large hand lifted the swell from below and began to knead them softly.

Yumeka: Ha …… ah.

The tips of my breasts, peeking out from between Yato-san's squeezing fingers, hardened in response to my feelings.

Yato: Do you want me to touch you?

The tips of both breasts were pinched between his thumb and forefinger and lightly crushed.

Yumeka: Hyaa …… ah ……!

My hips bucked violently from the overwhelming stimulation.

Yato: …… I will take your life force.

Along with his low voice, he gently nibbled my earlobe, and heat spread to my core in response.

Yumeka: Yato-sa …… nnn ……

As I unconsciously swayed my hips, I heard a soft, laughing sigh.

Yato: …… Is your chest not enough?

Yato-san fondled the tips of my breasts with one hand while pressing his erection against me from below with the other.

Yumeka: Nn'tsu ……

Suddenly, a sensitive spot was brushed, and I received pleasure even through my clothes.

(Yato-san is hard……)

The moment I thought that, I felt a trickle of honey welling up within my underwear.

Yumeka: !.....

As if he sensed it, Yato-san gathered the hem of my nightwear up to the base of my legs.

Then, his hand reached for my underwear...

Yumeka: Ah …… Ya, wai-t––

Yato: Wait? After letting your honey overflow so shamelessly, why is there a need to wait?

My underwear, slipped off smoothly, left a trail of honeyed thread.

Yumeka: ....!

I could tell that Yato-san was loosening his own lower garment.

(Could it be……)

Yato: It seems there's no need to carefully untangle things.

Yumeka: Ah––ahhh ahhh!

Pierced by his hot passion while still on his lap, a scream-like cry of ecstasy escaped my lips.

With each thrust, intense pleasure shot through me from the inside out, and my body jolted and trembled.

Yato: Don't run.

My hips, which I had raised to escape the almost frightening pleasure, were pulled back down.

Yumeka: Nn't, ah, ahhh …… T-tsuyaa ……!

Yato: …… More, become more disheveled.

Yumeka: Fua …… nn't, ahh …… M-more, I'm gonna cu …… ah, hi, ahhh ahhh ……!

Driven to the edge in an instant by the pleasure thrusting up from below, my body shook violently as I reached my climax.

Yumeka: Ha, ah …… nn'ah!?

But Yato-san's passion intensified within me, and the pumping began again.

Yumeka: Yah …… Already, I came ……!

Yato: I'm not done yet.

Yumeka: Such …… , onegai …… ma, ahhh …… hiaaaa ……

No matter how many times I climaxed, Yato-san's heat didn't subside, and I could only continue to cry out, shamelessly leaking honey from between my legs.

Just as my cries of ecstasy were about to fade, Yato-san behind me shivered lightly––

Yato: Ugh, hah …… I'm going to release it …… Receive it all inside––

Yumeka: Ugh, ahhh, i, ahhh …… Ahhh ahhh !!

-

Violently embraced and having climaxed countless times, I was unable to even get up from the bed.

Yato: How long do you intend to sleep?

Yato-san grabbed my arm and pulled me up.

Yumeka: I'm sorr……y.

The spirit stone created by our earlier act lay rolling near the pillow.

(The price I paid……)

The lingering heat that wouldn't subside left my skin in an instant.

Yato-san picked up my nightwear and tossed it to me indifferently.

Yato: Go home. …… Don't come here again.

Yumeka: !....----

I bit my lip and endured the rejecting words as I put on my nightwear.

Then, I fled from the room as if running away.

-

Before I knew it, I had come to the balcony where I first met Yato-san.

(…… Why did I come here? I have to leave this place quickly, but––)

I gazed blankly at the lonely space where no one was now, lost in thought.

(If I hadn't met Yato-san that day, would I not have felt this way?)

Yato: Why are you here?

The last words I heard, Yato-san's voice saying not to come again, echoed in my head repeatedly.

(……Certainly, it's better not to come again.)

My body was satisfied with the moment in exchange for the price I paid, but my heart was empty.

(I understand now.)

He embraces me because it's his job––the reason why that obvious fact was so shocking.

(I, without realizing it, had come to like Yato-san……)

It's so painful because I yearn for the "heart" that cannot be obtained no matter what price I pay––.

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Chapter 10

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