#and I think that that’s ultimately a step back?

[adragonprinceswhore]

Make You Feel My Love

Aemond Targaryen x Ex-Girlfriend

Summary: A few months after you break things off with your boyfriend, Aemond, you start receiving strange messages and phone calls from an unknown number. Things escalate when you’re sent a video secretly filmed half a year ago, of you and Aemond having sex.

Warnings: 18+, dark themes (mind the tags!), obsession, stalking, exhibitionism, blackmail, threats of violence, emotional manipulation, DUBCON (drunk sex), degradation, dirty talk, fingering, deepthroat, breathplay, spanking, P in V, hairpulling

A/N: Based on a request by anon, I hope you like this! Another spooky fic for the spooky season, Happy All Saint's Eve! 🖤

Word Count: 5100

Your breath turns into small clouds in the cold air as you step out of the office building, the chill of late autumn biting through your wool coat. 

It’s already dark outside. The tall lamp-posts lining the empty streets cast a pale light over Cobbler’s Square, the business hub of King’s Landing. As you fumble with your gloves to put them on, your phone vibrates, breaking the silence of the still night. You glance down and see a message from an unknown number:

"Working overtime again?"

Your eyes linger on the screen. The message makes you shiver, it’s uncomfortably familiar yet oddly unsettling. You scan the sidewalk, wondering if someone from work might be pulling a prank at your expense, but there's no one around, just the faint murmur of traffic in the distance. 

After a second of consideration, you decide it must’ve been someone texting the wrong number, so you slip the phone back into your pocket, and head toward the underground.

The one good thing about staying late at the office is that there’s always a free seat on the train. You take a seat, put in your earbuds and close your eyes, relieved that another stressful day is behind you. 

Still, the strange text you’d received leaves a knot of unease tightening within you. 

Your mind drifts to recent news reports about a man harassing women across the city. He’d been lurking around office buildings, the stories said, learning his victims’ routines, showing up at the same places, always at the wrong times. 

The coincidence is eerie, almost too frightening to think about. So you pull out your phone, trying to distract your wandering mind. 

You scroll through recent news, and just as you feel yourself relax a bit, another reminder of your recent distress pops up on your screen,

Aemond Targaryen.

It’s hard to keep up with recent affairs and not bump into him. 

A member of the Targaryen family, one of the most powerful media dynasties in the country, he was untouchable, the kind of person people said was destined to rule the world. At first, he’d seemed like the everything a woman could wish for: captivating, attentive, always ready with grand gestures.

But as time passed, his attention turned darker. 

His texts became constant, then invasive. 

He’d ask where you were at all hours, demanding you kept your location tracker on at all times. He would question your friends, arguing they were ‘beneath you’. He even hinted at you quitting your job as a political reporter, a position you had studied and fought for for 8 years, to come work for him. “I’ll make you my personal assistant”, he’d said, “Keep you close in case I need anything.”

His controlling tendencies, paired with his arrogant worldview was what ultimately led you to break things off with him . And when you finally did, he’d accepted it with chilling calm; no fight, no anger, just a quiet nod.

You force the thought from your mind, stepping off the tube and onto the platform. 

Once you’re home, you kick off your shoes, lock the door, and sink into the quiet solace of your apartment. You’re pouring a long-awaited glass of wine when your phone vibrates again. 

The screen lights up, the same unknown number.

"I hope you got home safe."

The pit in your stomach returns.

It started off with little things. 

Strange texts that seemed harmless enough. Then came the letters, always printed and neatly folded, never including a return address. 

At first, you brushed them off. It was easy to wave away the unease, convincing yourself that it was a prank, a mix-up, maybe just a wrong number. They were never addressed specifically to you anyway. 

A little discomfort, nothing more. But as the days turned into weeks, the messages began to change. 

They weren’t just random or generic anymore; they became specific, too personal, with a familiar vocabulary that made your skin crawl. Whoever was sending them seemed to know you intimately; your routines and habits. 

Things you had never shared with anyone. 

The messages were like an invisible set of eyes, always watching from places you couldn’t see.

You still remember the first time you felt true fear. It was a Friday night when your phone rang, and you answered to hear nothing but dead silence. 

No voice, no background noise, just the suffocating, empty void on the other end of the line. Stunned into silence, you waited, but the call never broke the silence. 

Eventually, you hung up, convincing yourself that it was nothing, probably a misdial. But then the calls started coming more frequently. And with each passing second you had to listen to the silence on the other end, your unease grew. 

The letters were even worse. 

They began appearing not only in your mailbox, but slipped under your door as well, tucked into the gaps like sinister little secrets. 

You remember holding one, your fingers trembling as you read the words, each line making your apartment feel smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. The messages never outright threatened, but their tone was unsettling, implying that the sender knew where you lived, what you did, even how you spent your quietest, most private moments. 

Before they were impersonal, now they included your name as well. 

You really shouldn’t walk alone at night. 

The city is full of dangers, and someone as precious as you deserves better. I watch you sometimes, you know. 

I watch the way you clutch your bag a little tighter when the shadows loom over you, how you shiver when the wind cuts through your coat. It makes me want to keep you safe.

You work so hard, staying late at the office. It must be exhausting, always pushing yourself. But don’t worry. I’m never far away. Watching. Waiting. Ready to step in if you ever need me.

Sleep well tonight. 

I’ll be thinking of you.

The animalistic fear the letters brought out in you caused tears of despair to shine in your eyes. Never before had you felt so unsettled; robbed of your sanctuary and stripped bare under the unrelenting gaze of an unknown threat. 

When you thought things couldn’t get worse, you notice it in the corner of your eye whenever you get off the tube. Someone has started following you home. 

As with the other terrors, it began subtly. 

A shadow moving just out of your line of sight, footsteps that kept the same rhythm as yours, only to fall silent when you turn to look. 

Initially, you brushed it off as paranoia. The strange texts, calls and letters had made your nerves stand on high alert at all times. So you walk faster, clenching your keys in your hand, telling yourself you were imagining it.

But by now, it’s become undeniable. 

On more than one occasion, you’ve glanced back and caught the outline of a figure lingering just far enough away to melt into the darkness. 

Once, you thought you saw someone duck into an alley when you turned around too quickly, and the image haunted you for days. 

Each night, the walk from the tube station to your building feels longer, the streetlights casting distorted shadows that play tricks on your mind. In retaliation, you cross the street randomly, change your route, but the feeling never fades.

The worst part is that the presence doesn’t make itself known. 

It doesn’t shout or approach. 

It simply waits. 

Watches.

Now, whenever you walk home, every gust of wind and rustling of leaves makes your heart beat fast and hard. You know someone is out there, tracking your every move. 

Always lurking just out of reach. 

The world around you has become a riddle of dark mysteries and hidden threats, and the sense of safety you once had feels like a distant memory.

You feel it every evening, that unnerving prickling sensation of being watched. 

At the office, you catch glimpses of people who seem too familiar, faces that never linger but somehow stay with you. 

On the train, you feel eyes on you, shadowy figures that seem to mirror your every move. Once or twice, you’ve even taken detours down different streets, slipping into shops just to lose whoever’s following you. But somehow, they’re always there, just at the edge of your vision, close enough to make your skin crawl but too far to confront.

Tonight, as you step onto the station platform, your heart hammers in your chest. It’s crowded, people weaving through the tiled halls, but even among the sea of strangers, you feel that presence nearby, watching. 

You keep your head down, slipping into the crowd with hurried steps, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag like a lifeline. Your throat feels tight, and each breath becomes an effort as you board the train and move toward an empty seat.

Sitting by the window, you try to focus on the reflection in the glass. Your face looks pale and unfamiliar; a distorted version of yourself, yet it’s the background you watch carefully, searching for that familiar silhouette or lingering stare. The lights flicker across the train’s interior as it pulls away from the platform, the steady hum of the tracks doing little to calm the creeping dread in your chest.

You finally reach your destination and exit quickly, walking down the street to your house in hurried steps. 

Your eyes scan the dimly lit surroundings, every shadow and alleyway filling with the possibility of someone lurking. Halfway to your building, you spot it—a figure across the road, barely illuminated by the faint glow of the surrounding lamp-posts, watching you. 

They don’t approach.

They don’t call out. 

Just watch.

A chill crawls up your spine, but you force yourself to keep walking.

Each step feels like a lifetime as you quicken your pace, the distance to your front door stretching endlessly before you. The familiar sound of footsteps follows behind, soft but persistent, a reminder that you’re not alone. 

You fumble for your keys, fingers shaking far too much for you to be graceful, and the moment the door swings open, you slip inside, pushing it shut and twisting the lock with a desperate click.

Safe. 

At least, you think so.

You move to the window, pulling the curtains tightly closed and double-checking every lock, heart still racing. The eerie silence of your apartment only serves to amplify the tension, and you try to steady your breathing, pressing your back against the wall, reassuring yourself that you’re alone. But then your eyes fall to your phone on the counter, the screen lights up, casting a cold, unsettling glow across the room.

Another message from the unknown number.

“You looked scared tonight. No need to be. I’m just looking out for you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and the room suddenly feels colder. 

They were there, watching, close enough to see the fear in your eyes. You swipe through the messages, reading the last few words again and again, each one making it feel like the blood in your veins slowly turns to ice. 

Every instinct tells you to delete everything, to block the number, but it won’t change the fact that they were there. They saw you. They know where you live, and they know you’re alone.

You check the locks once more, willing yourself to believe it’s just a cruel prank. But deep down, you know this is no mistake, no accident.

Tomorrow, you tell yourself, you’ll file a report. You’ll talk to the police, maybe find a friend to stay with for a few nights. But as you lay down, staring into the dark, the words echo in your mind,

"No need to be scared. I’m just looking out for you."

You close your eyes, but the sleep you need feels too far away to be attainable, and all you can feel is that presence. 

Just beyond the walls. 

Watching.

Waiting.

It’s late at night when your phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up the dark room. 

You’ve become almost numb to the sound of notifications, each one feeling like another weight to the stones of anxiety heavy on your chest. 

You almost dismiss it, too exhausted to care for more ominous messages, but then that rush of fear washes over you once more. 

It’s not a text message. 

It’s a video, sent from the same unknown number that’s haunted you for weeks.

You hesitate, one finger hovering over the screen as dread, dark and thick like petrol, pools in your stomach. 

Slowly, you tap to open it, holding your breath in fear of moving even slightly. The video is shaky, filmed through a crevice from a distance, as though captured by someone hiding just out of sight. 

Still, you recognise the setting instantaneously. 

The Targaryen summer house. 

The video depicts two silhouettes; one laying on the bed of one of the many guest rooms of the vast mansion, the other with their head between the first person’s thighs. 

The filmer zooms in on the long, silver hair of the person kneeling next to the bed, and your heart beats so fiercely it feels like it’ll leap out of your chest as the camera moves upwards, until it lands on your face, twisted in pleasure. 

You remember the day clearly. 

It was Aemond’s brother Aegon’s yearly summer party, an elaborate excuse for the Targaryen’s oldest boy to get shit-faced with the elite of Westeros. 

Aemond, never a fan of crowds or parties, had lured you into one of the guest bedrooms for some ‘quality time’ together, which quickly escalated into sex on the crisp, expensive cotton sheets. 

You raise the volume, and can clearly hear the shameless moans leaving your mouth as your ex boyfriend makes you come on his tongue. 

Your stomach turns. 

The camera lingers far too long on your face, zooming in and out, capturing not only the sounds of your bliss, but each twitch and change in your face. 

An overpowering sense of nausea washes over you as you realize that even then, someone was there. 

Someone was watching, recording your most vulnerable moments from the shadows.

The video cuts off abruptly, and a new message appears beneath it,

“Even then, I was closer than you thought.”

Your blood runs cold, and your hands start to shake. 

The message confirms your deepest fear. 

This isn’t a recent obsession. 

Whoever this person is, they’ve been watching you for far longer than you imagined, lurking in the background of your life, inserting themselves into your most private memories. 

You try to breathe, to think clearly, but the walls of your apartment once again close in on you, trapping you inside your body, fighting to run yet with nowhere to go. 

The sense of violation is suffocating, and questions flood your mind. 

How long have they been there? 

How much have they seen?

Desperate and out of options, you swipe your thumb over the screen of your phone, and call the only other person who might have some answers. 

Aemond’s fingers tap restlessly against the rim of his coffee cup. The twitch in the corner of his mouth tells you he's annoyed, and the speed of which his eye darts around the coffee shop, refusing to look directly at you, lets you know it’s your fault. 

You’re not sure if he can see the tears shining in your eyes, he’s barely looked at you since you came. He always saw crying as a sign of a weak mind, and so you do your best not to blink, scared a tear will fall and reveal just how pathetic you feel. 

It’s not like you’re doing a good job hiding it anyway. The dark circles under your eyes and the paranoid pleading in your gaze betray all your recent troubles. 

“I-, I’d like to thank you for coming here after how things… ended”

Your voice is steady, yet there is a thickness in your throat that makes you sound a bit strange, like you’re trying too hard to remain neutral. A performance you’re not quite pulling off, despite your best efforts. 

“Mm”

He’s still not looking at you, stern face reflecting both disinterest and agitation. The relentless tapping of his finger continues, practically screaming at you to hurry up and confess why you asked your ex to meet up. 

“I’ll get straight to it. Yesterday, I received a video of… us. At that party where we-”, you search his face for recognition, chase his eye so it meets yours. Your voice lowers, practically a whisper, 

“-you know” 

“No, I don’t” 

“Aegon’s summer party… We snuck off to the guest room and-, you know”  

Aemond finally lets his gaze meet yours, inspecting your features with a narrowed, suspicious eye. 

Does he not believe you? 

Before he can call you crazy, or dismiss your clear distress with a condescending laugh, you pull out your phone and show him the video. It’s a bit dark and gritty, but it’s clear that it’s the two of you, Aemond’s head between your legs, your own thrown back on the bed in bliss. 

“Do-, do you know who could’ve done this?” 

Aemond takes your phone and watches the video closely, pausing and zooming in on your half-naked body. He’s seen you bare and crazed with desire countless times when you were dating, yet your cheeks heat up and you feel unexplainably vulnerable as he carefully examines the video. 

After a few moments of contemplation, he hums again and hands your phone back, 

“I’ve no clue. I’ll ask Criston for the guest list, probably just one of Aegon’s insufferable friends having a laugh” 

He stands to leave, and you momentarily panic at the thought of being alone again. Just as he turns towards the door, your hand desperately grabs the fabric of his coat, and those tears that had been threatening to spill from your eyes do just that, 

“Aemond, please, I have more” 

You sound so small. So defeated. 

He looks at you with the same harsh, unimpressed look even as you silently cry. 

So cold. 

Maybe it’s what you deserve? 

“I need you, Aemond. Please just stay for a few more minutes and let me explain” 

He’s frozen for a while, contemplating whether he should indulge you or leave, surely eager to dismiss you just as you had done to him, only a month ago. 

With a sigh, his features soften somewhat, and he steps back, once again taking the seat opposite you. 

“Go on then” 

“I-, I’ve been getting all these-”, your voice breaks into a sob as you speak about your recent nightmare. 

You hadn’t dared speak to anyone about your recent terror, too afraid to acknowledge that what had occurred wasn’t simply some insane fever dream. 

“-all these messages and letters from the same number that sent the video. I don’t know why but this person seems obsessed with me” 

You hide your face behind one of your hands, mortified by the humiliation of openly crying at a cafe, next to your ex nonetheless. 

Aemond observes you for a moment before reaching out to place his hand over yours, warming the skin of your cheek. He catches one of the tears falling from your lashes with his thumb, 

“Send me screenshots of it all and I’ll have Criston’s team look through them. You know we own majority of King’s Guard Security, we’ll find whoever’s harassing you” 

A sigh of relief escapes your lips, and for the first time in weeks, you feel like you can breathe without a heavy stone of anxiety crushing your lungs. 

You grab Aemond’s hand, warm and strong in your trembling grip, and squeeze it slightly, 

“Thank you, Aemond” 

Aemond convinces you to take a taxi home, lock the door, and distract your unease with something calming, like taking a bath. 

You do just that, and the warm water enveloping you feels wonderfully comforting. 

You sink deeper in the tub, disappearing into the calm warmth. Just as you breathe out a deep breath that had been stuck in your throat for far too long, a sharp knock to your front door disturbs your peace.  

It’s as if a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped over you, and suddenly you shiver in the warm bath, feeling a chill overtaking you from within. 

Another knock. 

You’re frozen in place.

Immobile.

Stuck in fear. 

You don’t know how long you sit in the tub, waiting for the courage to stand, dry off, and peek out of the bathroom. 

There are no more knocks, and when your fingers are wrinkly and stiff, you finally get out. 

Peering out of the bathroom and at your front door, everything looks the same. Your eyes dart around the room until they fall on the small, white piece of paper on the floor. 

You pick it up with trembling fingers, and open it. 

Before, the letters you’d received had been neatly placed in envelopes and never hand-written. 

This note is different. 

Let me in. 

Tears of desperation well up in your eyes once more and you toss the piece of paper away as if it had burned you. 

Utterly hopeless, you reach for your phone, dialing the number to the one person that had been occupying your mind all day. 

Aemond sends for a car to come pick you up, going as far as instructing the driver to personally come get you from your flat since you feared the stalker was still somewhere nearby, watching you. 

It was Criston Cole himself that showed up at your door, a high-ranking security specialist at King’s Guard Security, often invited to do risk analyses for the government. 

Being reduced to a chauffeur was definitely far below his station, but when Aemond Targaryen hands you a task personally, you comply. 

You wearily eye the pistol strapped to his waist as he walks you to his car. Your glad that precautions are taken to ensure your safety, but also devastated by the fact that it's even necessary. 

Will this be your new normal? 

The drive to Aemond’s place doesn’t take long, and when you arrive, he offers you a slightly awkward hug in reassurance before pouring you a double whiskey,

“To calm your nerves” 

You accept the drink and take a seat on the leather sofa placed in the middle of the large room. In front of you, tall windows show an exquisite view of King’s Landing, including all famous landmarks like Maegor’s Holdfast. To your right, tall bookcases of dark wood line the wall, cutting into the modern sleekness of Aemond’s home, making it more him. 

You take a large sip of the whiskey, not minding the sharp taste that overtakes your mouth. The numbness of alcohol feels inviting after being on edge for so long. 

Aemond takes a seat next to you, his knee bumping into yours as he sits closer than necessary on the wide sofa, 

“You can stay here as long as you want” 

“Thank you, Aemond. That’s very kind of you” 

A small smile forms on his lips at your compliment, and he looks down at his hands. It’s almost a bashful look, and suddenly you guilty for the way you had so cold-heartedly dumped him. 

Sure, he had been controlling, but if the last couple of weeks had proven anything, it was the fact that danger really lurks around every corner. 

Maybe he had only been so controlling because he knew how dangerous King’s Landing truly is for young women? He had direct access to all cases filed with King’s Guard Security, he’s surely seen a lot. 

When you’ve finished your glass, Aemond wordlessly tops it up. 

You finish that too, chatting a bit about work and what you’d been up to recently, prompted by Aemond asking and eagerly listening. 

Your cheeks feel hot from the whiskey, and when you’ve finished your second drink, you place it on the glass-covered coffee table and lean into Aemond only a little more, surprisingly relaxed. 

Your eyes feel heavy as you look up at him, 

“Thank you. For everything today” 

When he smiles, those dimples that you once adored appear in his cheeks. He’s so beautiful in the soft light. So inviting. 

“Don’t mention it. The only thing I care about is that you’re safe” 

You’re not sure if it’s a sudden wave for adoration, the long-awaited relief, or the whiskey, but when you stretch your neck to kiss him, Aemond cups your cheek and runs his tongue over your lower lip. 

Your fingers feel tingly as they play with the buttons of Aemond’s crisp shirt. Your face is still comfortably warm, and when his kisses travel down to your neck, you sigh in content and throw your head back. 

You watch the skyline of King’s Landing through the tall windows of Aemond’s home; white lights decorating the skyscrapers competing in height. There’s a strange, red dot decorating one of them, occasionally blinking. 

Your eyes narrow to inspect it further, but quickly close as Aemond’s fingers slip into your underwear, 

“I’ve missed this”, he murmurs into your neck, and sucks at the skin. 

“Me too”, you sigh. 

His fingers know exactly how to work you, and after a few more tender kisses to your neck and deliberate flicks to your clit, you meet his fingers with your hips, desperate for more. 

Just as you’re about to fall apart, Aemond withdraws his hand. 

He slowly licks your essence from his sticky fingers, amused by your pathetic frown, 

“Please, Aemond. Don’t be mean” 

Seeing him savour the taste of your cunt only makes it ache more. 

“I’m not. You know what I want” 

Maybe if you had less alcohol in your body, you’d realise how bad this is.

Fucking your ex is never a good idea. 

But the heat of the whiskey warming your senses makes you reckless, and you smile as you kneel on the floor in front of him. 

With eager fingers, you pull down his zipper and take his cock in hand, already hard and pulsating in arousal. Wasting no time, you lean forward to lick the tip before ungraciously taking him into your mouth, sucking as if your life depended on it. 

Aemond tuts above you, a disapproving noise you know from when you were dating. You look up just as he moves his hands to cradle your face, mischief dancing in his eyes,

“You can do better than that” he says and pushes deeper, until his cock is in your throat and you can’t breathe. 

He releases a prolonged sigh and stays buried in your throat, stealing air from you. 

The harsh pounding between your thighs intensifies as the oxygen to your brain cuts off. You look up at Aemond, who regards you with a sinister grin, and shoves his foot between your kneeling legs, pushing at your clit.

It’s the last push you need, a playful kick to your swollen nub, and you come with his cock still deep in your throat. 

With no air to inhale and an excruciatingly consuming orgasm coursing through your body, you feel too light-headed to keep your eyes open, ready to succumb and disappear into the abyss of bliss that is the orgasm Aemond forces out of you. 

Before you lose consciousness, Aemond pulls out, a glistening sting of spit falling from your lips and spilling down your chin. 

Your ears are pounding from the rush of finally being able to breathe again, yet you hear it, like an echo in the distance. 

He’s laughing. 

“Fuck, that’s a good little slut”, he praises you, “Getting off on choking on my cock” 

He catches the drool on your chin with one hand, and forces you to stand with the other. Your legs still shake, and you stagger forward, almost falling into him. 

He laughs again, amused or condescending, you can't tell, and manoeuvres you to kneel on the sofa facing away from the city landscape. 

He brings the hand covered in your drool between your cheeks, and trails it down to your clit. You gasp at the sting of overstimulation, but Aemond’s hand doesn’t budge,

“You weren’t supposed to come from that, dirty girl”, he taunts you with a playful yet harsh smack to your ass. You whine and try to pull away, it’s all too much. 

“I wanted to tease you for a bit longer”, he whispers into your ear, and you can feel the leaking tip of his cock press between your cheeks, 

“I won’t be mean though. My precious girl deserves better” 

He slides in easily, the mess of your slickness, spit, and Aemond’s precum easing his path. 

You lean forward to brace yourself against the backrest of the sofa as he starts to fuck you, pace quick and hard, just as you remember him liking it. 

"Aemond", you moan and he goes harder, the smacks of his hips hitting the meat of your ass loud and vulgar in the quiet night, 

“Say it again”, he orders and pulls at your hair so your head falls back, “Just like that, baby, you look so fucking hot when I fuck you”

When you don’t comply fast enough, he pulls at your hair harder. You cry out his name, and he rewards your submission with a kiss to your cheek, 

“Good girl” 

After that day, things change. 

Aemond sends cars to pick you up from work so you won’t have to get on the tube. He distracts you from the eerie shiver that’s settled into your bones by bringing you out to dinner, to the cinema, to a new wine bar. 

He allows you to lean against him whenever you talk about the nightmare that the last few weeks have been. He even puts an arm around you, and occasionally presses his lips to the crown of your head. And he always listens carefully. 

The controlling tendencies that had previously chased you away now provide comfort. 

He knows where you are at all times, so no one can steal you away. 

He always answers your calls, so you never have to feel alone. 

He always meets your needs, whether it’s letting you talk shit about your boss for hours, or excitedly chat about a book you just read. 

He's always near. 

Always ready. 

Always watching.

A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this and want more, check out my fic The Commune!

[barcaatthemoon]

party girl ii || lionesses x reader ||

You celebrate winning the Euros with your national team.

18+

The atmosphere of the Euros had been tense. Everybody wanted it so badly, and after the finals win, all of that tension had to go somewhere. Time with families was fun, as was the partying, but as you found yourself being led up to Mary's room, you knew that it was going to be a long night.

The elevator was empty aside from Mary, Millie, Lucy, and yourself. Lucy had taken one of Mary's keycards at the club, as had Leah. You weren't sure when your skipper would show up, but you knew that she'd be there. Lucy was fiddling with the card absentmindedly as she watched Mary and Millie try and shove each other away from you in between kisses.

You were beyond lucky that the hotel had been completely booked by the team. With the amount that you had been been partying after the game, you weren't sure whether or not anybody would have been able to really be quiet. Nights like these were your favorite, the ones where everybody was riding the adrenaline high of a good win. Nobody was as nervous with each other as you were on different nights.

"Come on now, we can't keep them waiting," Lucy said as she reached past both Mary and Millie to grab you. You stumbled along with Lucy, tucking yourself beneath her arm. Every couple of steps, you managed to coax her into turning and giving you a kiss, much to Mary and Millie's dismay. You could hear them grumbling to themselves, complaining about Lucy just plucking you away from them.

Lucy held onto you as she unlocked the door to Mary's hotel room. You stumbled your way through, partially being pushed forward by Millie and Mary. Lucy rolled her eyes as she placed the do-not-disturb sign on the handle and closed it. You turned to say something to Mary and Millie, but quickly shut your mouth at the feeling of very familiar hands squeezing your waist.

"Miss me?" Leah was smiling at you like a cat that was about to eat the canary. "Close your eyes, there's a surprise for you."

"Come on now, there's no time for that," Millie huffed as she just turned you around herself. Your eyes immediately fell to Keira, but you knew that couldn't be your surprise. Your surprise became much clearer when your eyes settled on Alessia perched on the edge of the bed in a very strikingly red lingerie set.

"Oh," you muttered. Leah pulled you away from everybody else and sat you down on the bed. Alessia nervously looked at you, and you didn't think that you had ever seen the woman look so shy before. "So, how did they rope you into this one, Less?"

"I, uhm, I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. They were talking about it a few days ago at breakfast, and well, it sort of seemed too good to be true," Alessia said. She was mumbling quite a bit, but you still could hear her pretty clearly. You remembered your first time sitting in her place. It was more than a bit nerve inducing, but it awakened something in you that ultimately brought you much closer to your teammates.

"Oh please, don't play coy, Less. She was being quite a pest trying to get herself an invite. I figured that all of us here tonight would be a lot after the match for you, so we worked something out. All she asked was that she get a little piece of you first," Leah said. Alessia blushed deeply, but made no attempt to argue against Leah's words.

"They can be a lot," you warned her. Alessia didn't seem phased by that at all, only nodding as she shifted to face you. Immediately, you were distracted by her chest, which was on prominent display in the lace bra. "Just don't go to Leah first, she's terrible at being gentle."

"Noted," Alessia giggled. You reached up and cupped her face, somewhat shocked by the way that she lurched forward to close the distance. Alessia was a gentle kisser, even with all of her enthusiasm. You let her push you back against the mattress until both of you were laying back.

Alessia broke the kiss as her fingers fumbled with the button of your jean shorts. You nudged her neck to the side, trying to get at every bit of skin that you could. Alessia's body was extremely sensitive, and you craved to coax every reaction out of her that you could. Most of the other girls didn't give you the time to be like with them, always wanting to see the various ways that they could push your body towards its limits.

"Get off her for a moment. Let her undress," Keira said gently. Alessia pouted as she sat back again. You stood from the bed and kicked off your pants as Leah came in behind you and tugged your shirt and bra off in one go. Alessia's eyes lit up at that, causing some of the other girls to chuckle at her reaction.

"Be nice," Lucy scolded. You cupped Alessia's jaw as you pulled her forward just enough for her face to be buried in between your breasts. You had never really seen yourself as particularly well endowed, but you had a bit more on your chest than a lot of the girls that you played with.

"Less, you should bite a little here-," Leah dragged her finger along the underside of your breast, "-drives her wild. Doesn't it (Y/n)?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but the mix of Leah tweaking your nipples as Alessia bit down stopped the words completely. You fell forward a little, but Alessia gracefully caught you and let you sit on her lap. She wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you there while she continued to kiss and nip at your breasts and nipples.

Behind you, there sounded like quite a bit was going on. You could definitely hear Keira and Lucy making out. You turned your head just enough to see Mary and Millie on the couch. Both women were practically naked as Millie ground herself against Mary's fingers, the goalkeeper whispering something that only seemed to make the defender work even harder.

"Hey now, you don't want to make Less jealous, do you? I think you should give her something to pay attention to Less," Leah said. Alessia looked at Leah for what seemed like approval, and once the older blonde had nodded, Alessia was moving from beneath you. "Don't worry, she'll be back. I can keep you occupied in the meantime."

You sat on the edge of the bed facing Leah with your legs spread. Leah kneeled in front of you and began to pull your underwear down your legs. Your eyes flicked between Leah and the two couples on the couch. Mary seemed to be on the verge of making Millie cum as Lucy was only just taking Keira's clothes off. You thought about how it was going to feel having everybody together. You knew that you'd be absolutely stuffed, as would Alessia, but it was more than worth it.

"Mary's gonna take your ass later. It's all she's been talking about during drills," Leah told you. Your stomach clenched at the thought of Mary fucking your ass from behind. The woman herself had mentioned it to you at the last City-United game, but since City had pulled out with the win, you had gotten to pick your activities for the night.

"Is she fighting Lucy for it?" you asked teasingly. Leah let out a small chuckle at the two women arguing over you. Lucy had a tendency to be a bit possessive over you in that way, despite you very clearly not being hers. She had Keira, they were off to Barcelona together without you. No matter how many times you found yourself in their bed, that didn't change your position as their friend.

"Apparently, they don't have to." You knew that you were definitely in for a busy night as you looked at the couch. Leah placed her hands around your waist to hold you steady as she dipped her head between your thighs. Immediately, your hands practically flew down to hold her head, directing her mouth and tongue to move against your cunt as you began to grind against her a little.

Alessia stepped out of the bathroom to see you riding Leah's face. For a brief moment, you glanced past Leah and made eye contact with Alessia before your head fell back as you moaned in pleasure. Leah tried pulling you closer, despite the fact that both of you knew that was practically impossible. There was a lot going on in the room, but all that Alessia cared about was getting herself over to you.

"It's not your turn yet." Alessia pouted. Leah smirked as she leaned back and stood up.

"Don't worry, I was just getting her ready for you. No need to get bratty." Leah grabbed onto the back of Alessia's neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Alessia's knees crumpled a little, and you wondered how close the two of them had been getting together. You felt a twinge of jealousy, but only for a second. Alessia pushed Leah back to focus on you, eager to get things started. "I'll remember this Less."

"Yeah, I'm sure that you will," Alessia muttered as she helped you move further back onto the bed. Alessia sat on her knees in front of you now, hand absentmindedly stroking lube along the length of the fake cock jutting out from between her legs. It was very much a move that she had picked up from Leah, who learned it from one of the older players.

You weren't completely sure who had done it first, but it always amused you a little. It was rare that you got to wear the strap, but on the occasions that you had, you had never seen the point of acting like it was the real thing. Although, you had never really gotten as much power wearing it as everybody else seemed to. Even with it on, it felt like you were the one getting fucked instead of doing the fucking.

"I haven't, um, done this much before. Only once or twice maybe…" Alessia trailed off nervously. You were gentle in bringing her in towards you. It felt like a very private and intimate moment, despite all of the other people in the room. Leah seemed to be the only one of them watching, but even she knew to turn away as you guided Alessia inside of you. You could see her moving over towards Keira and Lucy from the corner of your eye.

You could see the whole couch devolve into a mass of writhing bodies. Mary and Millie appeared to have switched spots, with Mary riding Millie's fingers wildly. Lucy was teasing Keira, but now with a bit of help from Leah. Even with all of that going on, you didn't want to truly tear your attention away from Alessia.

It became very clear the conversation that surrounded this as Alessia tentatively began to thrust in and out of you. She was being overly cautious, something that many of the girls did whenever they joined for the first time. You didn't mind it, even if you did want to see Alessia let loose and give it everything that she had. There wasn't a doubt in your mind about the power that Alessia's thighs secrectly held.

"Harder," you whined. Alessia swallowed nervously as she gave you a slightly harder thrust. You didn't want to be mean, but you kept egging her on to give more and more until you started to feel a bit more satisfied. Alessia wasn't on the same level as Lucy or Leah, but you could feel the potential for it.

"A-are you sure about this? I feel like I'm going to hurt you," Alessia asked nervously. You nodded as you pulled her towards you. Your lips met in a clash that vaguely resembled a kiss. Both of you broke it with bruised lips, but it seemed to do the trick as Alessia pulled away with a wild look in her eyes. "I need to move a bit. I want to try something."

You let Alessia reposition herself to make it easier for her to fuck you into the mattress. Each of her thrusts was punctuated by the knocking of Mary's headboard against the wall. You could feel everybody's eyes on you as Alessia continued to thrust until both of you were cumming. You could have let her continue thrusting into you, but Alessia rolled off you panting instead. You weren't left wanting or waiting for long.

"On your stomach for me. Come on, don't leave me waiting." Lucy stood and hovered over the bed as Leah and Keira joined you and Alessia. You watched as Leah removed Alessia's strap-on and handed it over to Keira, who dutifully put it on the blonde.

Caught up in watching Leah and Keira, you hadn't moved quick enough for Lucy's liking. Her hands gripped your side as she turned you over herself. You glanced back at her briefly, but didn't pay her much mind until she started to actually touch you. She was strapped up, but you knew what was coming before that.

It would have been her or Mary coming over for your ass while everybody else was busy with something else. Alessia was recovering, Mary and Millie were still engrossed in each other, and Leah and Keira were starting their little game. You were ready and waiting for somebody else, and Lucy loved being the first one to have your ass. She preferred to be the only one but had gotten better at sharing you over the years, especially with Mary.

"Fuck, they did a number on you, didn't they? You're absolutely fucking soaked," Lucy commented as she spread your legs. Her fingers began to play with your cunt, doing little more than just spreading your wetness around even more. Lucy was making a complete mess of you, and once you heard the lube open, you knew that it was about to get even messier.

Lucy squirted a healthy amount into the palm of her hand. She rubbed it in a little and waited for it to warm up before she even thought about touching you with it. You wiggled your hips a little in an attempt to push back against her, but Lucy had positioned herself to hold you firmly in place without her hands.

"Come on Luce, please," you whined. You were really starting to feel just how wet you were, and it was uncomfortably so. Lucy bit her lip as she stared down at your ass. The first thing you felt was a sharp slap to each cheek. After that, Lucy seemed to refocus and remembered what she was over there to do.

"Just remember to keep breathing through it all," Lucy told you. She said it almost every single time that the two of you fucked like this. You knew that a lot of what went on could be too much, but it rarely was for you. Still, Lucy wanted to take care of you throughout it all.

She always made sure that you were wet enough. She made sure that you got breaks. She made sure that you got every single orgasm that you deserved. Lucy did all of these things again and again, taking care of you every single step of the way.

The start with Lucy was always a little slow. A single finger easing its way into your ass. Lucy tested your patience a bit with this part, but you were grateful for the lack of physical strain. Lucy built things up slowly, stretching you out until you could take her comfortably. And once you reached that point, she was slow with the way that she fucked you.

You knew that Lucy could fuck like an absolute beast. You had been on the receiving end of that multiple times, but never like this. Lucy treated taking your ass like the most sensual of experiences. She had been open about outright refusing to be rough with you like this. She would let someone else absolutely jackhammer into your cunt while she laid beneath you, but whenever that happened, Lucy stayed almost completely still.

"I think you should show Alessia a little love," Lucy suggested. Directly in front of you was Alessia. She looked a little lost as Leah fucked Keira's face in front of her, the midfielder cleaning up every trace of you that had been left on that dildo.

"Less, baby, come here," you told her. Alessia turned to face you, a slight look of shock on her face as she watched Lucy begin to thrust in and out of you slowly. She crawled across the bed over towards you and spread her legs. You bit your lip as you looked forward to see her visibly wet through the lace thong.

"That's fucking ruined," Lucy mumbled. There was a sense of pride in knowing that you had been a big cause of that. You pulled her underwear off to the side and immediately went in with your tongue to taste her. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you began to lap up every drop of her that you could.

"Does she taste good?" Leah asked as she watched it all. You nodded, not daring to take a break from Alessia to speak. Leah and Lucy shared a look between the two of them. Alessia was moving wildly, like she was on the verge of cumming again when you found yourselves separated.

"No!" Alessia cried out, having been so close to cumming. "Why would you do that?"

"I told you that I'd remember that," Leah told her. You pouted as you watched Alessia get dragged over to Leah's edge of the bed. Leah had her bent over as Millie and Mary made their way over. Mary cupped Alessia's cheeks as she slid her own strap past Alessia's lips. "Don't choke her up, not yet."

"Keira's got something for you," Lucy said as she pulled you up. Keira moved to settle between your legs as you laid on top of Lucy, the older woman thrusting slowly in and out of you. Keira held your legs apart as she lowered herself to grind against you.

"Fuck," Keira swore at the first bit of contact. You let out a loud moan, already fairly incoherent. The sight of Keira grinding against you was really something, as was the sensation of it. Paired with Lucy slowly fucking your ass, and you weren't sure how much longer you'd last.

"Oh my god!" you cried out as you felt somebody enter you. Behind Keira, you could now see Millie's body as the blonde added to the mix. She gave you a few harsh thrusts before pulling out and sliding the dildo in between you and Keira. She started a new rhythm in teasing the two of you before switching between fucking you both.

"It's okay, let go," Lucy whispered into your ear. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back against her shoulder. You knew that it was only a matter of time before all of it got to you and you came again. Keira seemed to be in a similar place, and it was the added lubricant from her cumming onto your cunt that helped push you over the edge.

"Oh my fucking god," Mary groaned as she watched the two of you. Millie was the one to pull you away as Keira moved to lay in between Lucy's legs. You found yourself laid out on the couch just watching as Millie took the spot on Lucy's face.

You had seen them together before, but you had never seen Alessia getting fucked before. Mary had a fistful of Alessia's hair, thrusting comfortably in and out of the blonde's mouth. You got hte sense that they had done this before, at least once. Behind Alessia was Leah, who was fucking Alessia roughly.

"Do you like that love? You're taking my cock so well," Leah said, punctuating every other word with a thrust of her hips. You could feel the familiar hum of your budding arousal throughout your body. Still, you knew that you needed to take a breather, especially since you were certain that Mary and Leah were keen on having their way with you whenever they were finished with Alessia.

Mary turned and locked eyes with you as she forced Alessia's head against her pelvis. You could hear the blonde begin to choke a little, but Mary still kept her there. Mary's hands were gently caressing Alessia's cheeks, a stark contrast to the rough fucking of her mouth and throat that the goalkeeper was doing. You knew what it was like to be in that position all too well, Mary often showing up to vent her frustrations with the club in a physical manner with you.

"Let up on her mate," Leah said as she leaned over Alessia to swat at Mary. "If you want (Y/n), go over there then. Get her ready for me."

"Goodnight Less," Mary said sweetly. She pulled out completely and leaned down to kiss Alessia gently. The blonde didn't respond at all, only moaning as Leah continued to absolutely rail her into the mattress. Mary made her way over towards you, joining you on the couch casually at first. "Hi, how are you?"

"Small talk, really?" you asked her. Mary shrugged it off, offering you a slightly awkward, but very endearing smile.

"I doubt you give Lucy grief like this when she checks on you," Mary huffed. You sighed and shifted to sit in Mary's lap.

"Shows how much you know. That's my favorite part of the night," you teased. Mary rolled her eyes at you. She had expected a bit of sass. You had a tendency to run your mouth until someone found a way to shut it for you. Mary knew how each of the other girls liked to keep you quiet. She also knew that her preferred method was a bit rough for you at the moment.

"But you'll be a nice, sweet girl for me, won't you?" Mary knew just how to play you. The subtle movements of her hands along the tops of your thighs as she looked up at you through her eyelashes were enough for you to agree to play nice. You let her wipe away the excess mess on your body and give you little sips of water as the two of you watched everybody else on the bed.

Mary's hand snuck between your legs, subtly rubbing against you. Millie was the first one out of Mary's bedroom and back to her own room just across the hall. Lucy and Keira followed her out shortly, but Leah just left Alessia to rest on Mary's bed for a moment. You could see them having a little moment, even if it was a brief one before Leah joined you over on the couch.

"Who do you want in first?" Mary asked as she let her hand move back to your ass. Leah stood in front of you, wiping Alessia's cum off of her strap. You could see the generous bit of lube she was applying to replace it, the same amount as what Mary rubbed along the length of her own toy.

You looked between the two women as you tried to figure out your answer. A quick glance over at Alessia only proved to be useless as the woman was not in any sort of state to help you decide. You knew that both women would be making you cum again by the end of the night, but you just had to figure out how you wanted it to happen.

"I've got a suggestion if you're willing to listen," Mary said as she brushed some of your hair off of your shoulder. She placed a kiss to the newly exposed skin there, catching your attention for a moment. "You've played very nice, and I bet that Leah would love to finish what she had started earlier."

"And what would you be doing while she does that?" you asked. Try as she may, Mary had never been good at being casual with you. You could always hear the eagerness in her voice whenever it came to you. It wasn't a bad thing, if anything, it made you feel a little extra special.

"Fucking you, of course. You can stay just like this, set the pace even," Mary said. You were nodding in agreement with Mary's suggestion before you had even fully thought it out. Mary quickly double checked with you, careful not to push you in any direction with her questioning.

You let her move you around and position you how she wanted as Leah knelt down in front of you. It was almost like how you had been at the beginning of the night, only now, Mary was easing you onto her strap as well. You could feel yourself being filled centimeter by centimeter.

Leah waited until you had bottomed out with Mary to make any sort of move. You were practically shaking already when Leah's lips wrapped around your clit. She knew that her fingers wouldn't feel like much with everything else that had been going on, but Leah was more than happy to just taste you. She moaned a little each time that you leaked out onto her tongue directly.

"Do you hear that babe? Leah can't get enough of the taste of you. I bet that she can't wait to fuck you," Mary said whispered in your ear. She pulled you to rest back against her as both of your hips started to rock in sync. You didn't say anything to Mary, not even as she continued to tell you how good you were being for the two of them. Her words of praise had you practically gushing out on Leah's tongue, the two women working together to tip you over the edge.

"Can you take one more?" Leah asked as she stood up. You nodded as you let Mary pick you up. Your legs were far beyond the point of working, so she helped you onto Leah's lap once the blonde had settled on the couch.

It was far from being perfect positioning, and you were certain that one of the would wind up breaking the couch, but you couldn't have wished for a different ending to your night. Leah had her hands on your hips as she guided you on top of her, helping you to move in between her thrusts.

"Fuck! Leah, that feels so good," you moaned loudly. You were all past the point of being quiet. Leah and Mary wanted to hear you scream, and they would have pulled every stop to make sure that you did so. They wanted to hear every single noise that your bodies were capable of making together.

Beneath the loud moaning and grunting was the harsh slap of skin agaisnt skin, and beneath that was the absolutely obscene sound of Leah fucking into your cunt. Each of her thrusts was punctuated with a squelching sound. You were starting to drip onto her thighs, wetness smearing all over both of your thighs.

Mary tried holding off for as long as she could, but her impulses won out. She moved in behind your body and timed things to slide in opposite of Leah. The two of them both began to pick up their pace, roughly fucking into you as you cried out on top of them. You could feel tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes as your body tried to decide whether or not you wanted to cum again.

It was all becoming so much, but you felt so close. You swore for a moment that you were feeling absolutely everything. Overstimulation didn't feel like it could even begin to describe what you were feeling. Every sensation blended together in a sort of pleasurable pain. Your nails scratched down Leah's chest, digging in hard enough to draw a little bit of blood as you arched back into Mary.

At this, Mary placed the side of her hand into your mouth. You bit down as she pulled out, tears actually falling down your cheeks at this. Leah kept completely still as Mary slowly started to move you away. You clung to the goalkeeper as she carried you into the bathroom.

"It's so fucking cold in here. Why is it so cold in here?" you asked as you watched her turn on the shower.

"Just wait a minute, and I'll warm you up, okay? It'll only take a minute," Mary promised. She waited for the shower to reach a decent temperature before she helped you into it. You sat against the ledge as Mary helped you clean both of yourselves up. It was a fairly relaxing experience, and you found yourself nearly falling asleep before Mary had a chance to get you out of there.

"I don't think I can make it back to my room," you mumbled as Mary wrapped you up in her robe. She laughed at that as she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Good, I'd feel pretty bad if you left me all alone after that. I thought we had a special moment," Mary said. You knew that she was half-joking. "Which side is it that you like again?"

"Whatever side you're laying on. Goalkeepers make great pillows," you teased. Mary pretended not to be amused, but you could see the corners of her mouth tilt up a bit. Leah and Alessia were gone when you got back, leaving you and Mary to yourselves. "Is it still okay if it's just us here?"

"As okay as it is in Manchester." Mary had never kicked you out of her place before or even rushed you away the next morning, so you felt a lot better about sleeping over. "Alright miss, all I ask is that you keep your hands to yourself. I need my beauty rest, and I can't do that if you're frisky."

"I'm not the one with wandering hands." You poked Mary in the chest as you got into bed. You were planning on staying in Mary's robe, well aware that it'd be open within the next few minutes if Mary had any say in things. She had only gotten herself partially dressed, sleeping in an old t-shirt and underwear.

"They're not wandering, they're just active. Occupational hazard or something…" Mary trailed off. You rolled your eyes at her as you motioned for her to get in bed with you. Mary laid down next to you and pulled you to lay with your head against her chest as her arms wrapped around you. You weren't sure that you even lasted a minute longer staying awake, not with Mary's fingers running through your hair.

[ortegahaze]

bleeding heart

pairing: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader

synopsis: determined to impress your girlfriend, Wednesday Addams, on Halloween, you gift her a vial of your own blood. A fainting mishap turns the gesture chaotic, but Wednesday’s amused rescue reveals she might just share your dark affection.

warnings: mentions of blood and needle, fluff, humor.

a/n: happy halloween to those who celebrate! i wanted to share something themed, and what better choice than wednesday addams? i’m also close to finishing a requested katie torres story, as well as the second part of anyone but you.

word count: 1,6k

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You’ve been dating Wednesday Addams for three intense, darkly enchanting months, and you’ve learned that choosing the right gift for her is no easy task. She finds most gifts either pointless or painfully sentimental. But it’s Halloween—the one night of the year when the world aligns with her tastes: mysterious, morbid, and a little dangerous. So, you decide it’s worth the risk.

After much thought—and far more of Enid’s “enthusiastic” help than you planned for—you settle on a gift you’re certain will impress Wednesday: a heart-shaped vial filled with a drop of your own blood. It’s unique, bold, and deeply personal. If there’s anything that might move her, it’s this.

Which is how you find yourself seated in Yoko’s dorm, nervously sweating on her sleek black couch as she holds up a butterfly needle and tourniquet. As a werewolf, you’re used to scrapes and bruises, but there’s something about needles that makes you feel faint. And with Enid’s wolfish grin and Yoko’s vampire fangs glinting in the dim light, you’re starting to question your “brilliant” idea.

“You know,” Yoko says, tightening the tourniquet around your arm with a wry smile, “most people would back out by now.”

“I’m not backing out,” you insist, though your voice wavers more than you’d like. You glance down at the tiny heart-shaped vial waiting beside you, its delicate glass ready to be filled and transformed into a pendant for Wednesday. If you can survive this needle-induced haze without fainting again, maybe Wednesday will recognize the depth of the gesture.

Enid pats your shoulder. “Think about how much Wednesday’s gonna love this! She won’t say it, but I bet she’ll be super impressed.”

“Oh, she’ll definitely be impressed,” Yoko grins. “You’re practically giving her your heart, you know?”

You laugh weakly, imagining Wednesday’s reaction, hoping she’ll see this gesture for what it is. That thought alone steadies you enough to hold out your arm. But as soon as the needle touches your skin and the blood begins to run through the tiny tube, the room starts to spin faster, and as Enid’s voice fades to a distant echo, your last thought is: Totally worth it if Wednesday approves.

When you come to, you’re lying back on Yoko’s couch with both her and Enid leaning over you, faces somewhere between amused and concerned.

“Alright,” The vampire says, holding up the half-filled vial with a smirk, “maybe you’re not exactly cut out for this.”

You groan, embarrassed. “I… I wanted it to be perfect.”

Enid pats your shoulder a little too enthusiastically. “It’s fine! We’ll just call Wednesday over. She’ll probably think it’s extra romantic that you fainted for her.”

“No way!” you protest, trying to sit up, but your head spins, and Enid gently pushes you back down.

Yoko is already tapping away on her phone. “Too late. She’s on her way to rescue her tragic, fainting puppy.”

Moments later, the door creaks open, and Wednesday steps inside, her gaze sweeping over the scene. She takes in your helpless sprawl on the couch, Yoko with the half-filled vial, and Enid’s barely-contained grin.

Her arms cross, and she raises a single eyebrow. “Would anyone care to explain?”

Yoko gestures toward you, barely hiding her amusement. “Your valiant partner here attempted the ultimate DIY tribute. We nearly lost them to their own romantic ambitions.”

Wednesday’s expression remains stoic, but there’s an unmistakable glint in her eye—a glint you can’t quite decipher, yet can’t resist either. “I see. And you thought it wise to assist them?”

Enid shrugs. “It was pretty romantic—until the fainting part.”

Ignoring Enid, Wednesday strides over and reaches down to help you up. “We’re going to your room,” she says firmly, grabbing the half-full vial and the equipment Yoko left behind.

You blush, both embarrassed and grateful. “I can walk, you know,” you mumble, though you sway a bit as you stand, and Wednesday’s hand stays firm on your arm.

Her lips quirk slightly. “Yes. You’ve demonstrated impressive physical prowess so far.”

You groan, leaning on her slightly as she leads you through the hallways, surrounded by the eerie glow of Halloween decorations. The school is draped in webs and flickering lights, shadows cast by paper bats hanging from the ceiling, and jack-o’-lanterns grinning from dark corners. Faint echoes of spooky music and the occasional laugh drift through the halls as students celebrate the holiday.

After a moment of silence, you clear your throat. “I know this was… a bit dramatic. I just thought it would be meaningful, you know? Like… giving you something uniquely personal.”

Wednesday glances up at you, her dark eyes slightly softer than usual. “There are any number of ways you could have shown that without requiring an emergency rescue.”

“I guess,” you admit, sheepish. “But it wouldn’t have been the same. You… make me want to do things that are a little foolish.”

A faint smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, though she doesn’t respond. She simply walks beside you until you reach your dorm. Once inside, she sits you down at your desk, still holding the vial and the needle. Setting the vial aside, she loops the tourniquet around your arm with practiced precision.

“If you’re still determined to finish this… gift,” she says, giving you a challenging look, “then I’ll do it myself. Unless, of course, you’d rather faint a second time.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, like I’d ever pass out with you around.”

Wednesday raises an eyebrow. “Are you certain? The track record doesn’t favor you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but your breath catches as she lifts the butterfly needle, her gaze steady and calm. Without thinking, you reach for her free hand, gripping it tightly as she begins drawing the blood.

She glances down at your hand in hers, a slight flicker of surprise in her expression. “I suppose bravery is easier when you’re clinging to someone else.”

You smirk, tightening your grip just a little. “Bravery is in short supply around needles, okay? Consider yourself lucky I’m still conscious.”

A faint, amused breath escapes her, and she continues filling the vial, her voice low as she recounts her day’s events: her latest experiments, the endless irritations of her classmates, her determination to ignore them all. You find yourself relaxing as she talks in the calm, steady way she only does when it’s just the two of you. Before long, the vial is filled, and she carefully removes the needle and tourniquet. She disappears briefly to fetch a band-aid, returning to press it gently against the tiny wound.

When she holds up the completed vial, her eyes glint with something almost… reverent. Her fingers, cool to the touch, linger over the vial, and for just a moment, she holds it up to the moonlight as if it were a priceless relic. She’s silent, but the pendant’s soft glow says what she won’t.

“You’ve successfully turned me into my parents,” she murmurs, her voice a mix of irritation and faint amusement.

You can’t help a smirk. “Do you really hate it?”

She narrows her eyes, though there’s warmth in them. “Less than I expected.”

Taking a steadying breath, you reach for the pendant. “Let me put it on you?” The question comes out quieter than you’d planned, but Wednesday doesn’t pull back; she inclines her head slightly, turning so her dark hair falls to one side, baring the back of her neck.

You fumble only slightly with the clasp before placing the chain gently around her neck, the tiny vial resting just above her collarbone. Your fingers brush her skin as you fasten the clasp, and you feel her shiver, though her expression remains impassive, save for the faintest glint in her eyes. She holds your gaze, her usual dark intensity softened ever so slightly.

Stepping back, you can’t help the small surge of pride at seeing her wear it. “Look at that—I survived. Guess I’m ready for something far more daring. Like… a tattoo.”

She arches an eyebrow, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Your confidence is admirable, if poorly placed.”

“Hey, with you there to hold my hand, I could handle anything,” you say, meeting her gaze.

Her eyes soften just slightly, and she doesn’t pull her hand away. Instead, she traces her fingers over the tiny heart-shaped vial, now sealed and resting against her skin. “Then I suppose I’ll consider it my duty.”

You grin, warmth blooming in your chest. “You’re really making it hard not to faint all over again, you know that?”

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t let go of your hand. “Let’s get something for you to eat,” she says, her voice quiet yet surprisingly tender.

Later that night, you and Wednesday are seated at the far end of the quad, away from the Halloween festivities echoing through the courtyard. She’s wearing the pendant, the blood-filled vial catching the moonlight as she glances over at you.

“By the way,” she says, her voice a soft murmur in the night, “if you ever think to attempt something like this again, do inform me beforehand.”

You chuckle, leaning back on the bench beside her. “Oh, you’re so eager to torture me, aren’t you?”

She meets your gaze, her lips twitching in a barely-there smile. “Precisely.”

As silence settles between you, her hand brushes against yours with quiet familiarity. Sitting together under the expansive night, fingers entwined, you realize that with Wednesday, every gesture is equal parts peril and promise—and that, you know, is exactly why it feels so right.

[littlemissmaples]

🎂PICK A CAKE!🎂 II Who is your fs? + General Messages ( this second part wasn't intentional, kinda just happened lol)

Pile 1: 💚

• Your fs is very, very, very "segsy" I hear, haha (I was asked to spell it that way) they're giving me this very calming energy about them. They say "that's my mind baby" they're very flirtatious and could either be black, mixed or middle eastern, perhaps Arabic. This is more of my ethnic pile. I do sense there's the chance one of them has a beard–

Ooooh wait, one of them? Is there 2? Here I'm getting more of a masculine energy here so could it be you're not sure who your fs is and you're just debating what it is that you want? That's alright. I don't think that you're battling between 2 people, I think you're battling between 2 versions of yourself and 2 different ideals. What it is that you want and you think that you need. Or perhaps you might have a misunderstanding of what the kind of guy you want is. I'm getting some of you are in a relationship right now and you feel like things just don't connect. "You're a princess" for some of you, your father treats you well, listen to them because it's true when they say that you deserve better. Or perhaps you're involved in an arranged marriage, I feel that you still have the chance to step away from this it doesn't matter how far along you've been in this game, speak up now or forever hold your peace...

Anyways, I feel that your type is "the bad guy" maybe you like older guys or you currently like an older guy. If not I'm getting some of you, the person that you like is your fs but you're too stuck in your mind, waiting to be saved to realize it, that they're more than happy to develop something with you but while you dont have to take the lead, it's important to take the initiative and let yourself be known, let yourself say that you're interested, it's okay to let yourself be "saved" and pulled away from all of this but only if you tell them, otherwise they're going to keep on sitting back on their motorbike, completely unaware of your feelings. For a lot of you, you already know this person but they havent realized their feelings yet. Spark that initial light and set it all ablaze, they'll follow along and take care of the rest. But you have to communicate, they assume their silence is "self-respect" and they dont see you as a damsel in distress, reflect for sometime and see how you would like to go about all of this.

But in short terms who is your fs??

A guy that you already know that is somehow always on your mind even if you dont think about him much or hold heavy romantic feelings for him at the moment.

But just know this If you need it, he wants me to tell you: "I think about you too." For some of you "I think about THAT" too" perhaps a moment happened between the both of you. Be attentive and careful yes, but ultimately, at the end of this game we call life we all die. So follow your heart, choose your own path and cause a little chaos if you have to. But most of all, make sure you have fun 💛

I'm sorry if I didnt answer your question, but this is what's coming in.

Pile 2: 🧡

• Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Wow! Jeez, your first impression of this guy is going to be bizarre is not jaw dropping. They almost feel like they're a celebrity! If they're not a celebrity I feel like they're like a celebrity-look-a-like, they have a very similar face, tone of voice, even a matter of walking as someone that you like. This might be a singer/song-writter, actor for some or even a YouTube. I'm getting they might be in college and they could be white, I keep seeing Timothee Chalamet in my head but I'm getting he's more of a Tom Holland kind of guy, while your fs looks exactly how you want, he is a little bit more of the masculine kind. And for those of you who are a masc energy reading this I get the sense that, much like my fem readers I get the feeling maybe some of you actually want that "spiderman" type of love or a Tom Holland and Zendaya kind of scene about the two of you. I feel like you might, but I'm also getting that you need to not let yourself fall in a daydream too much, not because you wont have this but because you shouldn't reduce your partners and future romantic relationships into just this. I get the feeling that for some of you, your fs isn't who or how you think they are but they have traits of how believe they could be and what it is that you envision them like. But you should be flexible with this, just a little bit, I promise you'll have your dream come true but for many of you, he may sound a bit "manlier" perhaps you wanted him to have softer, more delicate features and he does but those traits dont encapsulate him entirely and for my fems, perhaps she may not be as tall as you like and maybe she might not hold traits like Zendaya but she's definitely gonna be your type. This energy Is just now coming in but some of you may be lgbt, have many types or simply are poly. That's great! But the same messages apply to you, you'll have your dream! You can have your cake and eat it too! But you have to step back for a minute and reflect for something, who are you? What kind of life do you want? Who do you want to be with? Why? Why not? I'm not saying tear yourself into parts but I'm really getting some of you ( I'm hearing "us" some of you dont separate yourselves from a group and see yourselves as individual persons in society and instead as a "unit" while is great, you are more than that) succumb yourselves to a lot of subcultures or reality just societal ideals of what you believe your life should look like. Take inspiration and make your own life worth living and stop looking at everybody else's as the "perfect guide book" to follow. There is no perfect anything and it's incredibly harmful to yourself and others to believe that there is, you dont know why people are the way they are or what happens behind closed doors. Follow your own path and make something beautiful out of you, even if it resembles somebody else's or looks completely different. Some of you need to come out the closet, haha, (once you feel safe and comfortable to do so of course). I'm been pulling in many directions in this pile so I'm going to cut it here. Know that you are okay and that the path you seek will find you but you need to let yourself realize that you're a unique individual with a mind of their own, let yourself have fun on the path that you walk on and choose if you want this one or not. You can get on an off of it as many times as you want and even choose a new one as many times as you like.

In short words, who is your fs? For some of you, you dont want a future spouse, you just want a life partner and a friend a you will find that, you will find the people who match you and fall into the right place. – For others of you, know that your future spouse is currently looking for you and they are exactly as you envision, if not better. The only thing about them is that you might have a couple traits off such as their nose or skin tone and perhaps ethnicity. They might have some "imperfections" as well that you might not think of, maybe they have braces and for some of you I'm hearing "knee surgery" so it's likely one of them has had an injury and either has a scar they're worried about or they have a slight subtle awkwardness to their walk. Dont worry so much about this, some of you overthink about these imperfections and for many of you I'm getting they're not even there and you're just anxious, I promise you'll be okay, haha. The universe knows your heart and it is good and full of love and that love will go into the right hands. You'll be alright, now go rest your pretty head, some of yall have been up all night 💤💤

Pile 3: 💜

• Wow. I cant even tap into your energy, I just tapped immediately into theirs. This personal is serious, this person means BUSINESS maybe even HAVE a business. They're not playing, they seriously want a commitment. I'm getting that they're a "hot mess" but they may just be very passionate. Much like pile 1 this personal may be black, if male brown skin, tall, tall, tall~ and very endearing gentle eyes. If she's a woman then by LORD she's gorgeous, likely darkskin, clear skin, lip gloss and possibly Christian, she takes her faith very seriously but as serious as she may be or come off she's actually so silly and goofy and just the sweetest soul to have around. She wont play about you. This won't apply to all of you but for some of you this person might be mixed and freckled or a red head, possibly a July Leo (or this might just be you) though this is for a few of you so take only what resonates. Your fs is very well read and well spoken, they're very educated although I'm getting for some of them they never went to college, for a few of you though they already have their masters or are on their way of getting it. They might have a similar background to you and or have the same political beliefs. Honestly what I'm getting from this is almost like a "background check" kind of vibe haha, they're like handing me a clip board and having me be your middle man and "vet" for them, I feel like you might be "hard to approach" or you dont just let ANYBODY in your energy like that, you dont just give anyone YOUR time of day and they're aware of that so they're not playing ANY games and getting straight to it and letting you know straight away why they are a great candidate for being your one and only partner. Although I am getting that they are kind of "flawed", not flawed as in bad but flawed as in, they come off as perfect but I believe you may somehow see through it, that while they are very confident and self sufficient and honestly, very, very, very remarkable, reliable and most of all loyal and dependable, they genuinely are a great catch..while you know all this you also know how they seem to be missing a piece of themselves, theres a loneliness in this and it's very gentle, very tender and childlike. They're very mature but ultimately, they just want love. They want love at it's rawest, purest form, they want to be infatuated with you, by you, lost in you, they want to crave you and admire you and receive at least fraction of that same love as well if possible. They're are a hopeless romantic and altho they may not show it at first I feel like you'll get that first wall to crumble without much effort, the rest of it will simply just dissolve the moment you're finally with them. This person wants something serious and if it applies for some of you even marriage and children or both. But even if you dont want this, it doesn't matter because they only see you and not a check list of things to cross out. They want to share something true with you and see how it blossoms into something beautiful.

This one has heavyyyyy 18+ messages in them, it was hard to hold back from typing them but for a lot of you before you go off doing the do with this person know that they are INTOXICATINGGGGG and soooooooo irresistible and they treat you sooooo so good so WRAP IT UP!!! BECAUSE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE VERY MATCHING ENERGIES AND ARE VERY VERY FERTILE SO IF YOURE NOT USING SOME KIND OF CONTRACEPTION (birth control, condom etc) YOU  W I L L  HAVE BABIES!!! 🍼👶🍼👶😭😭

Safe sex = Great sex, take care now✌

(I'm being so serious, wrap it up, some of yall dont listen, I get the heat of the moment might be fun or take you in but babies are a serious 18 year long commitment and if you're not ready for that please don't be hard headed and keep you and your partner safe. Thanks!! That's all bye! 💛💛💛)

[greensagephase]

Hii, guys! I want to make a little announcement regarding my writing. I've been thinking about this for the last month or so, and it was a hard choice to make, but it's ultimately the best decision for now. Please know it wasn't an easy decision to make 😢 I debated it so much, for days.

I've been writing fanfic for over a year now, and it's been so, so, so amazing! It's been a privilege, truly, to write and share it with you! ❤️ I've had so much fun doing something I love so much and having the amazing opportunity to meet incredible people along the way from artists to fellow writers to fans in general of ATSV/Miguel.

It's why it saddens me to make this post. I want to inform you that I'll be stepping back from writing indefinitely. I hope you all understand my decision, which wasn't easy to make🥺 After this upcoming weekend, I'll be logging off tumblr and taking a long needed break indefinitely. I hope you guys understand 🫶🏼😭

Alondra❤️

JUST KIDDING -- HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 🎃🍁

It's a little halloween trick!! 😌😈

[charbies]

linktober 31 - HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I thought for the last day I'd write a little retrospective on what this whole thing was like and what I learned. I'm too tired to draw literally anything else I'm due for a break lol

So this was my second time ever attempting a linktober/october drawing challenge, but my first time managing to complete all the days and prompts. I feel super proud of myself and accomplished for pulling it off.

There were a number of things that were surprising and that were challenging for me that I wasn't expecting this month. If anything, I think this challenge really highlighted my flaws and mental blindspots with how I approach making art.

For one thing, I came away from this not liking everything I made. I think I only like about 9 or 10 of the 30 pieces I put out there. When I don't like my art, I tend to get stuck in this mental stalemate of refusing to finish a piece until I like it, but also refusing to retrace my steps and erase/rework what I have so far for fear of losing progress or not being able to replicate the line/angle/color/etc that I liked.

It was surprisingly hard to accept when I didn't like a piece but had to move on for the sake of time and post it anyway. But once I did it a few times, it got easier. I realized prioritizing my standards over my available energy is not gonna promote progress. If I kept sinking myself into one piece and not moving on until it was optimal, I never would have finished anything-- that was the pitfall that ultimately made me bail out 10 days in last year.

I also realized my sunk cost fallacy/"what if I erase this and can never redraw it good again" stems from some real lack of confidence in my knowledge and techniques with art. I'm self-taught, and I think I tend to believe that everything I make is a dumb happy accident, even though I have mental rules when I draw, use tons of references, and have a process lol. There are a few pieces I started over 2-3 times before I got them right, and that's starting to feel liberating instead of like failing to me now, which I never expected to come out of this experience so that's cool.

Another place I had to learn to let go of control in this was with allowing for style variation. I really wanted each and every piece to be coherent and painterly, like they all came from the same book or something. But then I couldn't decide whether I wanted to do all/no lineart, all/no detailed background, all/no heavy rendering, etc. At the end I settled on just keeping the same canvas dimensions and just prioritizing filling up the space. Glad I ended up doing this, because I really would benefit from continuing to chill out and scale back how much I default to making dramatic, high-render pieces. I gotta break out of my comfort zone and make more sketchy little guys!

Sometimes my attachment to the prompts fluctuated; some prompts I thought I would love and then just wanted to get them over with. Some prompts I thought I would hate and subsequently half-ass, then I ended up redoing them and putting more effort & time into and loved the end result!

It was funny to also see how some pieces that I loved straight up did not get a whole lot of notes or attention. Some pieces I was "meh" about did crazy numbers lol. I'm used to posting maybe 5-6 times a year on here, so I'm usually indifferent to getting notes (by which I mean, I'm super grateful for likes & reblogs and the super sweet & funny messages in y'alls tags, but I'm not butthurt when I don't get notes because whatever happens, happens). Churning out 30 pieces in 30 days made me sometimes get bewildered by what did and didn't get notes, but frankly in the end I think it helps reaffirm that I should continue putting whatever I want out there because it! is! not! graded!!!

So would I do Linktober again? Probably not, sorry! it was a lot of time & effort and took me away from fall festivities more than I would have liked. I kinda only managed to pull this off because I was transitioning between jobs this month and had a week off to just draw. But I also completely see the value in taking on a challenge like this and finishing what I started, I'm super glad I did this, I think my art improved from it. I would definitely do future drawing challenges/prompt things that are quicker or have less prompts!

My advice to prospective future linktoberers: pace yourself and be gentle; this is a great chance to do something exciting and new with your art, but above all it's about you having fun. There are no prizes at the end except for what you've learned and how you feel about it, and that's for the best!!

One thing's for sure, I am zelda'd out lmao so I'll be branching out towards some little projects I have lined up for personal art and other fandoms I'm into right now

So anyway thanks to all of you who read this or who gassed me up this whole month, I appreciate you!!!!!!!! ヾ(＾∇＾)

[ppumeonae-bigvibe]

the sweetest choice

↖ navigation: seventeen masterlist || main masterlist

pairing: boyf! joshua x ! reader

↬ tags: domestic life with shua xoxo (what did i just write??), happy birthday to me and my delusions where i'm actually married to joshua hong my one and only ultimate bias of all times i kid you not, happy birthday to me <3

summary: even in the most mundane moments, joshua’s thoughtfulness never fails to remind you how much he loves you.

word count: 543 words

joshua feels you leave his side before he registered you getting distracted by the drinks on display when walking past it.

"shua, over here!" without a seconds hesitation, he backtracks to the drinks stand where you were staring intently at. you flit your gaze to him and he immediately knows what you were going to say.

"shall we get one bottle to share? this looks like a new promotional item!" you excitedly pointed to the various colorful bottles and truly, joshua could see why they caught your attention. while getting fruit juice wasn't part of the shopping list, joshua relents because it's you. (not that he minded because he knew you were more snackish than he was--something he adored.)

you gently pulled joshua towards you, hesitance creeping into your voice, "i can't choose which one to get."

"i'm fine with anything." he assures you, but when you shoot him a disapproving look, joshua laughs, "why don't you think about it some more? i'll go grab the other items on this list." that compromise seemed to appease you and you nodded (joshua thinks you were so lovely like this, all determined to pick out the best flavor), "okay!"

"don't run away, yeah? i'll grab the other items and be back in a few." he rubs your shoulders comfortingly, and stepped away from you.

he begins filling the supermarket trolley with groceries, making sure to stock up on some necessities for the house. he smiles to himself, still unable to believe that you two were finally staying together for good. long were the days where you two stayed up late in a call, on the verge of falling asleep.

as joshua made one round through the many aisles, he silently chuckles at the sight of you deep in thought with two bottles in your hands. he decides to walk around one more time, letting you take your time.

"so, which one did you decide to get?" he finally pushes the trolley towards you. "i was looking up the ingredients and thought you'd benefit from these. there's some immunity boost and also vitamins!" you held up a purplish red concoction and joshua pats the top of your head, "thank you for thinking of me, my love." you placed it into the trolley, linking arms with him, "i searched very carefully, you know?"

his heart warms at the idea of you watching out for him, just as he does for you, "i can see you did your research. i'll be sure to drink them and get stronger." as the two of you checked out, he loads the items into the back of the car as you watched him, "thanks for waiting. i must have taken quite some time to decide earlier."

your bashful admission cause his heart to skip a beat. even after all this time, you were always so considerate and sweet. pulling you to his side, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, "i don't mind it one bit. in fact because i let you think about it carefully, it's a win win situation that you got me something nice to drink too!"

"such a smooth talker. i love you." you hugged him back and he sighs into your embrace, "i love you too sweetheart."

@ppumeonae-bigvibe ‘s work ; likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Kinktober Day 17: Marking with Seonghwa

Trigger warnings: none?

Content warnings: a little biting and marking (clearly), hardly an actual story i’m probably gonna come back to this one later and rewrite it

Summary: Your new husband can’t help himself on the honeymoon.

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: hi all 🥰 after much consideration, i’ve decided to repost my kinktober 2022 stories. i had a great time writing these a couple years ago and want to share them again now that it’s been a while and i’ve had time to fall in love with them again. i hope you all enjoy! and by all means, feel free to send a message or comment here if you’d like to be part of the new tag list!

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

Smut below the cut

“Hwa-” You giggled his name as he attacked your neck with kisses. “Can’t you wait until we’re back in the room? There’s cameras in here.” You pretended to struggle against him before ultimately giving in and letting him hold you from behind.

“Who cares? I’m not doing anything bad, just being affectionate with my wife.” He emphasized the last word and your smile grew wider as butterflies took flight in your stomach. You were finally married to the love of your life. You’d been married less than twenty-four hours so it still didn’t feel real and nothing was able to burst the bubble of marital bliss that surrounded the two of you. The only reason you weren’t still laid up in bed and were instead on your way back to the room was because you had to eat.

“Mm well your wife thinks you need to hold your horses.” You teased, watching the number change just before the elevator dinged. “This is our floor, surely you can wait until we’re behind closed doors.” You laughed quietly and took his hand, leading him off the elevator and into the hallway.

You managed to get down the hallway without issue but as soon as you reached the door and had to pause to get your room key out, his arms were around your waist again. You gasped quietly when he nipped at your skin, pushing the door open and lightly swatting his hand. “Stop trying to make me horny in public.” You whisper yelled at him, tugging him into the room.

He chuckled softly as the door closed behind him and took your things from you, placing them on the desk before turning back to face you. “That wasn’t my intention, my love. However, if that’s what happened, I’d be more than happy to resolve the issue for you.” He teased, stepping closer with every step back you took until your legs met the bed and you toppled over onto the mattress.

“Please do.” You murmured, looking up at him with a grin. You held your arms open for him and he quickly crawled over you, slotting himself between your legs. For a moment, everything was still as though time was frozen. He looked down at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. “I love you.” You whispered, taking note of the way his eyes sparkled. You loved when he looked at you like you hung the stars.

“I love you more.” He whispered back before catching your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

It didn’t take long for things to devolve and soon his lips were on your neck. He mouthed over the mark he’d left the previous night and you let out a soft sigh. “I still can’t believe you did that.” You laughed breathlessly, tipping your head back to allow him better access.

“What, that I made sure everyone knows you’re all mine?” He hummed against your skin, clearly unapologetic.

“Mm maybe I should return the favor then. Don’t you think it’d compliment the claw marks I left last night?” You teased and he suppressed a snort before pulling back to look down at you.

“I would love to wear your marks, darling.” He whispered, watching you for a moment before flipping the two of you over so you were straddling his waist. “Why don’t you give me some?”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You eagerly leaned down and pecked his lips before moving to press your lips against his jaw. He’d forgotten to shave that morning so his slight stubble scratched against your skin but it only turned you on further. You shivered when he let out a sigh close to your ear and moved lower on his neck, your kisses growing messy.

You were becoming more frantic with each open-mouthed kiss until you settled over his pulse point at last. You sucked on his skin as his hands, which had previously been on your hips, slipped underneath your shirt. You hummed and sucked harder, appreciating the way he couldn’t seem to hold still beneath you. You loved knowing how much of an effect you had on him.

You pulled back for a moment to admire the light red spot on his neck and he took the opportunity to remove your top. You allowed him to toss it aside before ducking back down to continue your work. Your teeth grazed the mark and his breath hitched. You couldn’t stop the satisfied hum you let out as you sucked harshly on his skin.

He started to relax when you showed no signs of attempting to bite him and that’s when you decided to strike. You sank your teeth into his skin and he let out a shocked moan, jolting under your touch. You sucked on his neck at the same time and were delighted to feel him getting hard under you. You fucking loved getting him worked up like this. You’d known for a while he liked to be bitten but you were always careful to do it when he least expected it.

You slowly eased up, releasing your bite on him and licking over the mark before pulling back. It was now bright red and would certainly darken in just a short while. “So pretty…” You sighed as you admired your work before lazily shifting your gaze to his face. “I wonder how many more you can take before you lose yourself and have to put me in my place.” You mused playfully and he smirked back at you. “I don’t think you know what you’re getting yourself into. I won’t break so easily. I think you'll be the one losing your cool, honey.” He was mocking you? Guess I’ll just have to prove him wrong.

[fiamat12]

I still feel strongly that Luke and Nic are together behind the scenes and that Jake is a dear friend.

The fandom feels so heavy because of what happened this weekend, but if we take a step back, the only thing that was negative was the interaction of the fan and Nic feeling her privacy and as invaded.

That doesn’t take away all the other positive signs we’ve been picking up on. It is possible they draw back a bit for privacy, so we will need to keep the faith more than ever.

There are two paths that it seems they could take; announce their relationship and take back control of the narrative or wait for a long while until they are out of the news cycle. We will just have to wait and see.

Whether Lukola will come out this year remains to be seen. I don't blame them for wanting to be private but I think alot of people don't understand the point of the Easter eggs w/out hatching 🐣

I still think their hide & seek game will be exposed w/ the paps on the hunt (maybe that's why they let the JD narrative be, to a degree), and that launching will ultimately afford them more privacy.

But how I view it is: all will be revealed in 2025 as they won't be able to hide it any longer; if we receive a nugget before 2024 is over, great, but not banking on it 🤷🏼‍♀️

[yanderefarm]

no i actually thought about it. Like

7 days a week right. So if each gets a day alone with you then that means you have 4 days left to rest/ be shared along the brothers. Im thinking of rest days every in between. And I'm thinking of a pretty dominant reader who can take good care of the illads and take control of the situation. Like if ares gets out of hand then reader would be the one to step up. I'm thinking reader's ultimate punishment would be his disappointment and his silence. I think he'd have all of them agree on something (discussed by all 4 ofc) and he'll stick to it.

Like if ares keeps forgetting about the brothers he'll try to remind ares about taking care of the brothers would make him really happy and he'll reward ares with a good time when it's his turn.

Ajax, he can continue working i think but i personally like the fact that ares gets so defensive about how he doesn't love you if he does (i agree ngl) so like ajax would probably try to keep it in his pants, or use toys instead, or opt for a hotel? Achilles... Oh my sweet baby. He's so stressed out and the most responsible and submissive one actually i like him a lot. Whenever it's his time you pamper him but then you get so rough with him to fuck all the stress away it's like it's worth it stressing himself worrying about you and his brothers as long as you're happy and that you wont leave him.

Reader would try to not show any favoritism (might be hard because the only sane one is like, achilles) but i think one of the rules reader would put up is "whoever behaves the best within the week gets an extra day" And to pick, he'll have to state facts (so no misunderstandings can happen)

damn u really do have it all planned out. 7 days tho that means technically they could each get 2 days with one day for rest.

also ajax is willing to change the type of content he makes for his darling!! he would ask you to make content with him and if that wasn't an option its solos and jois only.

ares would definitely get used to taking care of everyone with these rules. like he does love his brothers he's just salty. with routine and schedules i think he could get into the swing of his usual housewife self, cooking, cleaning, etc.

you would have to make sure that you were able to attend to one of his drops though. like! he gets really insecure about himself and about your love for him and he needs reassurance or he'll very quickly spiral out of control. so you would have to sometimes drop whatever you're doing even with someone else to give him his reassurance to keep him from going off the deep end.

i can't see the other two minding this? like ajax is most likely to comment but he's not gonna actually complain. them being brothers comes in handy here because they do really care about each other and they know what the others need to be ok.

well except when it comes to achilles. i think you would kind of have to tell the other two about your night job at some point. and i think this is the one time in his life ares is not jealous of someone getting extra time with you. he's just like "oh ok. sure. please try not to make too much noise and be back by dinner time."

ares is the only one who is not a masochist.

ajax would be kind of curious and wanna see your stuff but like idk how curious he would get.

in this dynamic i also see achilles being the main breadwinner in the house, you don't have to work anymore if you don't want to. you just gotta greet your wives with kisses whenever one of them gets home.

[lucydacusgirl]

It was quite worrying walking down the main shopping streets of my city during pride and seeing that barely any of them have any pride flags or anything in the window. Rainbow capitalism will not save us but it is so unnerving when even last year most shops had some kind of bunting in the window and this year it was only three or four. Like idk it feels emblematic of a worsening or idk souring attitude towards queer people that is definitely influenced by rampant transphobia in the uk. Which is why it’s so upsetting when cis queer people join in on transphobia in hopes of distancing themselves from the current social and political undesirability of transness.

[foxwyrm]

Experiencing weird feelings regarding someone identifying as a w******, it certainly isn't my place to assume they aren't native american but it still strikes an uncomfortable chord in me as they seem to be unaware of cultural attitudes towards the spirit. Have there been community discussions surrounding this topic before? I'd really be curious to hear them, and to especially hear from native alterhumans from whose cultures this spirit belongs.

[nellasbookplanet]

Okay but a thought of mine given new rise by the animated intro after having it niggle at the back of my mind for months now are Ludinus and Otohan as villains and who’s going to be standing as the final big bad at the end of the campaign, the way Vecna and Lucien did for c1 and c2.

Because the obvious answer is Ludinus. He’s the instigator, the leader of the cult, a villain in the making for 2 whole campaigns and over a thousand years (not to mention the one who's actually interacted with the party outside of fights). But Otohan is the one standing center stage of the villain line-up in the opening. She’s the one shown actively fighting the party. And, more importantly (as narrative matters more than barely glimpsed easter eggs), she's the one tied to the history and setting of Marquet, who has actual stakes in the people there and has fought for (and against) them before in the Apex War (while the place Ludinus called home was torn down centuries ago, leaving him caring for seemingly nothing but his ultimate goal since). She’s the one who’s actually Ruidusborn, and she’s tied to the Luxon as well with her strange magic. And despite all this, she’s mostly passed under the radar so far, given very little developments or motives or history or even personality. She’s little more than a cool aesthetic and a handful of threats.

And here’s my thought: maybe that’s on purpose. Ludinus, in his great arrogance, has placed himself as the greatest threat, and he’s being treated as such by the Hells. But is he? He steals immortality, appropriates the very concept of being Ruidusborn while holding a secret resentment for lacking the very powers it grants. He barely knows what he’s doing, and certainly not what he's about to unleash. And is there anything more satisfying than seeing a deeply arrogant and hubristic villain taken down by his own folly in underestimating those around him? So what if, as the final fight edges closer, the person actually holding the powers Ludinus pretends to steps up out of the shadows she placed herself in, keeping her motives to herself, barely remarked upon by Ludinus or the Hells or the audience, and personally cuts him down and takes her place as THE exalted Ruidusborn?

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

i hate doing laundry ough it's The Worst

[statementlou]

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[jonsnowunemploymentera]

Jon becoming KiTN in Winds (specifically) would actually be bad as far as themes go