#ask: hazel 🤍

[diremoone]

Frellie 🤧🤍 You and Kit are making me feel so tender tonight. I’m so thankful to have you as my friend & I always have so much fun talking with you!! I really love the fact you got me into wuwa at one point and in return I got you into lads haha. Really great times there. I genuinely have so much love for you—you’re all kinds of amazing and wonderful and you make this site that much better just by being here 🫶🏻

Hazel! I’m trying so hard to not scream and wake my neighbor upstairs LOL. I’m so happy we’re friends too! 💕 I love us and our chats in dms, but sometimes I do wonder how you put up with my incessant ramblings and screaming in caps lock 🤣 Thank you so much for getting me into lads. Aside from Genshin I haven’t been this invested in a game in a long long time. And it broke my dry spell for fics too—no more writer’s block!

Aww, Hazel, same girl 💖 You’re just as amazing and wonderful, and I can’t imagine coming to tumblr and not being able to talk with you or see you on my dash or when you pop into my inbox, because it seems like it’s a critical part of my day anymore haha! You make this place so much more fun, so thank you too, for being my friend and tumblr mootie ☺️

[that-girl-glader]

Hazel Levesque🤍💙

[pitchsidestories]

set fire to the rain II Alexia Putellas x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | previous fanfic I word count: 1200

summary: After the loss in El Clásico, Reader decides to teach Alexia how to make her own bowl, offering her a much-needed distraction.

author's note: hi everyone, we were inspired by Alba Putella's instagram post and hope you enjoy how the story turned out. 🤍🤍

disclaimer: everything in this fanfiction is purely fictional and nothing corresponds to reality.

You loved the feeling of clay under your hands. There was something meditative about the way it moulded and bend with every motion, the smooth texture a welcome distraction from everything else going on in your life.

Just sitting there and creating something felt soothing. That was one of the reasons why you loved pottery so much, it gave you time and space to sit with your thoughts.

You had hoped that your girlfriend would enjoy it just as much. She clearly needed a distraction from Barcelonas first ever loss to Real Madrid.

But now, she sat in front of the pottery wheel, arms crossed and glaring at a fresh slab of clay as if she could shape it with her thoughts if she tried only hard enough.

With your own hands already slick from working with your own clay, you shot her a questioning look.

“What if I do something wrong?”, Alexia asked quietly into the silence of the room, her eyes still fixated on the clay in front of her.

You suppressed a chuckle. Always the perfectionist.

“Amor, we talked about this before.”, you reminded her patiently.

“I want this to be good.”

Abandoning your project, you strode across the empty studio and pulled up a stool up right behind Alexias. You sat down, ready to guide her hands.

“Okay, just sit and try to relax.”

“Fine.”, she muttered and shifted on her seat. You watched as she exhaled deeply, letting her shoulders drop slightly. That was as relaxed as Alexia ever got.

You reached around her and wrapped your hands around hers, directing them towards the clay. You let her touch it, play with it so she could get a feel for the material.

“So what do you want to make?”, you asked softly. Your body was so close to hers that a whisper was enough.

“I want to make a bowl. But not just a tiny boring one.”, she said determinedly.

You smirked slightly. Of course she even had high standards for her first pottery project.

You nodded: “Okay, we can do that.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll show you how to do it.”

You guided her fingers, showing her how to hold her hands so the clay would mould the way she wanted. A small indent formed in the middle while the walls of her bowl started to slowly rise.

“Your hands are actually perfect for that.”, you murmured into her ear.

For a moment, Alexia tore her eyes from the bowl and turned towards you. Her eyebrows knit together in a frown: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

"It was a compliment, Ale.," you clarified, smirking.

An understanding expression crossed her face, her eyes shifting between green and brown. In the room, filled with beige tones, they appeared more hazel: "Oh."

"Watch me.", you told her warmly. It was a shift in roles for your girlfriend. Normally, she was the one under everyone's gaze—yourself, the football fans, the opponents, and her teammates alike.

Her full attention was focused on the movements of your hands, and she muttered: "Okay."

There was something intimate about the way Alexia watched you work. The midfielder did her best to absorb every detail.

"Good.”, you nodded in approval, feeling satisfied.

After a moment, she said: "Let me try."

"Alright.”, you responded, happy to let her take over.

Grumpily, Alexia crossed her arms over her chest: "I don't know how you do it. Mine is so uneven."

There it was, her perfectionism. The same drive that made her world-class on the pitch, propelling her to the highest achievements in football, now stood in the way of her enjoying the process of creating the bowl.

"It's not bad for a first try.”, you reassured her, offering an encouraging smile before placing your fingers over hers to smooth out the piece.

Visibly impressed, she began: „That’s..."

"Yes?”, you prompted, waiting for her to finish.

A small smile tugged at the corners of your girlfriend's mouth: “Much better."

"You need to think less and be more in the moment." You paused for a moment before adding with a sigh: "Your thoughts were on the last game, weren't they?"

"Maybe.”, Alexia admitted, biting her lip guiltily.

A soft whisper escaped your lips. "That's a yes, then. Try to focus on what's in front of you."

"So, next time...", she grinned sheepishly at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully: "No, on the clay."

A childish joy filled Alexia as she placed her hands on your breasts, leaving handprints behind.

"That’s not what I meant.”, you laughed in disbelief.

Innocently, Alexia shrugged: "I was focused on the clay on my hands."

"You’re lucky we’re alone here, Putellas Segura.”, you teased.

Quickly, your girlfriend assured you: "I wouldn’t have done that in front of other people."

"Of course not."

"That’s just for me.”, she said proudly.

You tilted your head and observed her: "During your private lesson?"

"I’m having fun.”, Alexia remarked, pulling you closer toward her.

"Oh, I can tell.”, you chuckled amusedly, now sitting on her lap with her arms wrapped around your waist, your foreheads touching.

She gave you an apologetic look: "Sorry."

 "Don't apologize. I'm enjoying myself here too.”, you replied sincerely.

Alexia gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear: "I can tell that you do."

“Oh really?”, you smirked, your eyebrows quirking up.

Alexia nodded, biting back a smile: “Oh yes.”

“You taught me about football. Now it’s my turn to teach you something.”

“Then help me finish this bowl.”, Alexia grinned, nodding towards the forgotten clay piece on the pottery wheel.

“I will.”, you smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before slipping off her lap. You again took the seat behind her, your hands moving hers, finalising her bowl.

“Thanks.”, Alexia murmured, seemingly satisfied with how her creation had come together.

“You’re welcome.”, you whispered into her ear from behind.

Her fingers traced the smooth surface on their own, as if appreciating her work: “It’s pretty nice.”

“Agreed.”, you said, unable to keep the pride from your voice.

She turned to you with a small smile: “I’m happy with it.”

“You should be.”

“But now I have to be patient until I can take it home?”, she asked, impatience creeping into her voice.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“I hate that.”, Alexia said jokingly, but you knew there was some truth to it.

“It has to be fired first. We can pick it up together and I can bring it home for you.”, you explained patiently to her.

The corner of Alexias mouth quirking up mischievously: “Whatever. I know exactly what I’m going to do in the meantime.”

You leaned in, sitting on the edge of your stool: “Tell me.”

“You.”

Before you could react, Alexia grabbed you and lifted you onto an empty table.

You giggled: “Wait, I need to-”

“Need to what?”, she dared you to continue.

“Clean up.”

“We can clean up later.”, she said, already sliding the straps of your overall off your shoulders.

You shrugged, only too eager to feel Alexias hands on your body: “Fair enough.”

“After I am done with you.”, she murmured with a wolfish grin before pressing kisses along your collarbones.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. ♡

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ thinking about aot men who’d be the softest doms ever . . .

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍, 𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐓

cw — fem!reader. size kink (erwin) body worship (jean, levi) praise kink. lots of breedings. edging, fingering, some nipple play (levi) sub!armin (implied)

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : hi hi! it’s been a while since i made an actual post here. apologies! life got busy, but i finally have time to make fics again :D there might be some changes on this account but we’ll see! anyways, please enjoy and feedback is welcomed! 🤍

➸ jean kirstien.

he’s already so much of a sweetheart, so it’s not shock he’s carry that to the bedroom. he’s needy but slow, as it’d be way too easy to accidentally hurt you. the size difference aroused yet made him a bit nervous. (the first time was quite a hassle!) nonetheless, jean gave you the fuckin’ princess treatment every time the both of you would get intimate. kissing every inch of your body while caressing your hips with his large hands. he’d gently lay your down, not pulling away from the sloppy kiss the two of you are engaging in. did i mention that this man is huge? he adores watching you struggle to take him completely, squirming and whining as he stretches your smaller cunny inch by inch.

“j-jean..’s too big!” you whined, watching through glassy eyes as your boyfriend hovered over you, sinking himself deeper and deeper into your weeping cunt. your legs twitch in a failing attempt to keep them open, something jean would immediately notice. “does it hurt babe?” he asked in a groan, hazel eyes carving holes into yours through hooded lids. you could only shake your head as he took it as a confirmation to bottom himself out. your eyes rolled to your brain and your jaw went slack as jean watched in awe. “look at you..taking it so well f’me.” he sighed, slowly beginning to pump you full as ecstasy filled your senses. the only thing you could hear were jean’s sweet praises, telling you how much of a good little girl you were for taking him so well and patiently. your head grew hot as the feeling of his dick stuffing you full began to overwhelm you. “good little girl, always taking my dick so well..fuck you’re so cute!”

➸ erwin smith.

oh my god. erwin. what more can i say, he’s a gentleman in bed! anything you ask for, he will do without hesitation. want him to knock you up? done. want some head? he’s already on his knees. sad after a rough day? he’ll stuff your cunny full until your filled n happy. anything your heart desires, he’ll give it to you with all the adoration he has for you. ♡ even better when you realize how big he is. how he can easily pick you up and fuck you silly in mid air if he really wanted to. even better, how massive his fucking dick is, enough to make your mouth water just by the thought of it.

“e-erwin!” you whined, watching your husband’s face as he stared down at you. a gaze full of softness and love, a stark contrast to how he was treating you. a smile to his wife while fucking her slutty pussy like an attention deprived whore. “how did i get so lucky? what did i do to deserve such a beautiful girl as my wife..” he breathily chuckled, fucking into you at a slightly faster pace. erwin started down at you, from your flustered smile to your breasts and stuffed cunt, every last detail on you brought him closer to the edge. “good girl..my good girl. you deserve every inch i give you..”

➸ levi ackerman.

contrary to popular belief, levi isn’t the mean and rough dom many make him out to be (still adore that levi tho!) but rather, a gentle and passionate type of dom. he’s not the most romantic, but oh boy, when he is..buckle up. this man will treat you like your his final meal on death row, savoring every inch of flesh you have on your body. kissing you from your lips to your clit, muttering sweet nothings while pumping his slender fingers inside your cunny. he sings his praises when he’s balls deep in you, calling you names like ‘princess’ and ‘darling’, anything that fills your stomach with butterflies if its not his cock. your legs are already trembling from his voice alone, not helping the fact his groans are fuckin’ perfection.

“settle down princess, i barely did a thing.” levi carassed your breast with one hand while finger fucking you with the other. all he needed was two fingers and his wrist as he flicked it with a quickened pace that almost forced your thighs shut from shock and pleasure. while your mouth was closed, tiny whines still manage to spill through as your husband’s thumb moved it’s way to your clit, adding to the overstimulation. with his other hand, he tugged and played with your nipple while letting go just to take a gentle squeeze to your whole breast. you’re thighs shook as your orgasms reaches closer and you grabbed the coller of levi’s loose shirt for support. “‘s becoming too much princess? you wanna cum all over my fingers?” he spoke in a gentle and low tone, making you nod eagerly to his question. “How cute, shit—if only I could do this everyday.”

➸ armin arlot.

armin armin armeeen! <3 you already know what kind of man he is. his partner’s pleasure is a priority he takes very seriously, from letting you choose the position to making sure you orgasm first before he spills his seed inside you. he gives you princess treatment even after sex, not letting up until you knock out from exhaustion. he fucks you like your a goddess, hitting every sensitive spot in your while singing his praises. he wants, no, needs to see you cum around his cock as it’ll make the night worth it. he won’t lie, seeing you whimpering and shamelessly getting off to him servicing you never fails to push him over the edge and nearly fuck a baby in you. this man is a keeper!

“t-this good enough for you..?” armin sighed, watching you take in his dick inch by inch until you’ve completely sat down on it. “y-yeah..fuck you’re huge..!” you whined out, grabbed his thighs and trying your best to move while the overwhelming pleasure had you shaking. the blonde placed his hands on the plush of your hips, firmly holding it as he lifted you up from his cock before slamming you back down on it. a yelp tore from your throat, nails digging into the flesh of his thigh and your eyes screwed shut from the sharp pleasure. “right there! armin fuck..!” you mewl as he guided your hips, slamming his cock in and out of you at the pace you desired the most. his blue eyes peered through his bangs as he grew redder and redder from the expression you wore so beautifully. mouth parted open in an ‘o’ shape with slightly arched eyebrows, pink washed over your face with red sitting right on your cheeks. fuck, he was insatiable. “yes..just like that love, just like you wanted. always taking it like the good girl you are. ♡”

© porcalinecunt 💌 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Dad!Tangerine x wife!reader

Summary: Tangerine and your daughter go grocery shopping.

Genre: Just fluff <3

Warnings: jealousy (nothing super serious)

~ in honor of Father's Day 🤍 and this is officially an apology for breaking your hearts with Last Kiss… ~

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

There was nothing Tangerine hated more than grocery stores. No matter how clean, they always smell like dust, and no matter how empty, they are always loud. 

This afternoon, the new, hip, pop music is blasting across the store's multiple speakers and Tangerine almost considers covering his poor daughter's little ears because of how loud and obnoxious it all is. But, she's sleeping so darn peacefully, he's afraid that touching her more than the firm hand he has on her little head will disturb her.

He walks down to the baby food aisle, pushing his shopping cart with one hand. Thank God you had insisted on buying this ridiculously expensive baby carrier. It makes life so much easier and it's snug around his hips, keeping Maisie secured to his chest. Tangerine looks at all the brands on the shelves, taking his time, as he tries to find the ones you like best for her. After all, you spend more time with Maisie than he does—because of his job and all. Which is exactly why when he's home, he likes doing all the things you usually do—including shopping. 

Maisie makes a little sound, indicating that she's stirring awake and Tangerine smiles. "Hiya, Pipsqueak," he whispers as her round blue eyes blink up at him. Her small mouth forms into an 'O' and she hiccups, blinking rapidly. Tangerine bounces her in the carrier, his hand patting her back, anticipating her crying and, distracted by the movement, Maisie giggles. 

"There ya go," Tangerine praises, his smile widening. 

"She's very cute," a woman's voice interrupts the happy moment and Tangerine looks behind him. She looks around his age, early-thirties, with chestnut brown hair and wide hazel eyes. She's pretty, he makes the observation—objectively, of course. No woman compares to you in his eyes so he doesn't linger on the passing thought. The woman has her own child, a rowdy little boy who is half-hanging off the shopping cart he's strapped to. 

"How old is she?" 

"Almost seven months," Tangerine answers politely and turns to his food choices. Maisie makes a little sound and he coos, "I know, Pip, don't these all look so good?" as he caresses her wisps of hair.

He holds the little jar of orange pudding over Maisie, watching her eyes move with the jar, and he reads the label; Apricot and Beef. His nose scrunches in disgust. "Bloody hell," he mumbles and shakes his head, discarding the jar back onto the shelf.

"Are you a single dad?" The woman asks again, her son making loud car noises and Tangerine's mood instantly sours. 

"Oi, what kinda question is that?" he turns back to her, sounding offended. He's still bouncing Maisie, his gaze narrows at the woman, hoping his wedding ring becomes obvious. 

The woman pales at his tone and she raises her hands in a surrendering motion. "I- I didn't mean any harm," she mutters and her gaze drops to his hand. "Oh," she finishes, her cheeks becoming pink. Tangerine's gaze hardens as he becomes increasingly annoyed by this entire interaction. 

"I think she only asked because it's rare to see a man in this position," another woman interrupts cheerily from his opposite side. She is also wearing a baby carrier, but her daughter is much older than Maisie and she rests against the woman's back, her small hands hitting her mother's shoulder.

This woman is older and her eyes look tired. "I sure wish my husband would offer to take the children and do the groceries once in a while, if only so I could have a moment to myself. How long have you been married?"

Tangerine's expression softens as he looks between the women. What an fucking odd situation, he thinks. "Four years," he says. He smiles. He truly takes any chance given to talk about you and his marriage. "Been together for a little more than eight now though." His smile widens a little, your beautiful face popping into his mind. Maisie bables, drool getting on his chemise, but he just chuckles. "Quite a long time, huh, Pip?"  

The older woman smiles, wrinkles crinkling near her eyes. "Ah, the honeymoon phase—although, I'm sure it will last if you keep this up." She gestures towards him. The younger one, who is now holding her boy as he fusses in her arms, nods as well and she sends Tangerine a strained smile. She's looking at him with envy, but he can't blame her. His gaze drifts to her wedding ring. Her husband must be a real bellend. 

"It'll last," he says, grabbing some baby crackers and dropping them in his cart. "And a bit of friendly advice for ya." He looks back at the younger woman, smiling without his eyes. "Tell yer good for nothing husband to man the fudge up or leave his sorry arse. Kay?"

She seems speechless and he pats Maisie's back as she makes another gurgle and he rolls his cart past the woman. He pauses and reaches up higher than she can, grabbing some squeezable apple sauce from the top shelf. He'd noticed her debating on how to reach them, her eyes flickering to them during the conversation. He hands them to her and her eyes widen. 

"Oh, how did you—"

"By paying attention," he shrugs, looking between the women again. "Evenin'," he nods his head and walks away. 

He can't deny the thrill of being better. Better than their husbands, better than most men. It makes him feel superior and the closest to perfect he can be. He beams. He can't wait to tell you this when he gets home.

Maisie keeps on babbling at him, her tiny hands reaching for the lapels of his suit. He looks at her adoringly and nods, "Daddy did good, didn't he? Yeah," he chuckles and looks around, until he catches the plant section. "Now what kind of flowers do ya think Mummy would want, hm, Pip?"  

* * *

You've fallen asleep on the couch by the time Tangerine and Maisie come home. Your book is resting open on your chest as you snore slightly, your hair slightly damp from your shower.

Still, no matter how quietly your husband closes the door, you hear the sound. You've trained yourself to hear every little noise around the house because of Maisie. 

"Sorry, luv, I didn' wanna wake you," he says with a smile and unclasps the carrier, one hand under Maisie's bum as he slips the strap down his shoulder. You stand, yawning behind your hand as you walk over to him. He leans down and kisses your cheek, handing you the roses he'd picked. You take them, thanking him immediately as you smile brightly. Tangerine kisses your lips and then you bend down to pick up the groceries from the floor. You blink the haziness from your vision as Tangerine secures Maisie in his arms, the carrier put away. You caress your daughter's cheek and smile, walking into the kitchen.

Once you're inside and have found a vase, you arrange the pink and red roses. Tangerine buckles Maisie into the reclined infant seat, cooing sounds at her and it makes you smile. You move to the brown paper bag. "Oh, you found the ones I like," you hum, starting to put away the food. You hand Tangerine the baby crackers and he takes a sticky baby-plate and arranges some for Maisie. She gurgles happily when she sees them. 

"You were very specific, darling." Tangerine chuckles, breaking the crackers into smaller pieces for Maisie. 

He walks behind you, his hand skimming your stomach as he presses his chest against your back. Your eyes flutter closed and you lean into him, sighing. Exhaustion falls over you again, your body tired and relaxed. "How was your snooze?" He whispers in your ear. 

"Perfect," you say with a smile. "Thank you for going."

"Anything for you."

Tangerine rests his chin on your shoulder and you reach up to cup his cheek. "Was she fussy?"

"Nah, she was an angel," he smirks against your neck, pressing a kiss to your skin. "Although, some ladies seemed quite interested in 'er. And me, I suppose," he says with some cheek, hoping you take the bait.

When you spin around, your back pressed to the counter, he knows he won. His gaze flickers to Maisie, making sure she's okay, and then he looks at you again. 

"What happened?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him. Not out of suspicion that something did happen. But simply because he's wearing that expression. You poke his cheek. "You're smiling like something happened," you tease. 

Tangerine shrugs. "What can I say, married women seem to love me. Some of them asked if I was a single dad."

Now your gaze hardens. "They what?"

Tangerine laughs and cups your cheek, kissing near your eye. "Don't look so gutted, my luv. Told 'em about you. Showed 'em my ring and all. They did sing my praises however, best husband or what not—" he winks, a smug grin creeping up his face. 

You cross your arms, now holding in your smirk. "Oh, they said that? For what? Grocery shopping for me? For our daughter?" 

"Guess so. Some husbands they must have. Miserable, innit?" Tangerine rolls his eyes. 

You laugh wholeheartedly now, placing your hands on his chest. "Aren't I lucky," you say it with a hint of sarcasm, but behind the playful tone, you do mean every word.

You are lucky.

Tangerine hums and leans in, his lips almost touching yours. He's still smiling, his eyes soft. "So lucky."

You nod, kissing him. "Mmm. The luckiest."

The sound of crackers falling from Maisie's hand interrupts the moment and you pull away, fussing over her as Tangerine continues to put away the groceries. You pick Maisie up, handing her a new small cracker. She gnaws on it happily, her consistency softening in her mouth. She's smiling up at you as she chews, babbling at you. 

"So damn talkative," Tangerine hums from behind you, closing the fridge.

 You nuzzle into Maisie's head, wiping some cracker crumbs from her lips. "He is such a complainer— you're just a little chatterbox, hmm?"

Another gurgle and a grin. 

"Heard that," Tangerine calls. 

You playfully narrow your gaze, ignoring him. You kiss Maisie's cheeks, putting her back into the chair and turn to ask Tangerine to prepare one of the fruit purées for her but he's already stirring the small spoon in the glass jar. You smile, your gaze softening. "You're such an overachiever," you say with a laugh.

He grins. "I'm adaptable. I think ahead."

"Show off."

"You love me."

You nod, "I do."

"And I love you."

"I would hope so," you say as he walks towards you and captures your lips with his again. 

"I love you more than anything," he says and then his gaze drifts towards Maisie behind you, her wide eyes staring at him and he smiles softly. "Maybe not anything," he adds and you turn your head as well, your smile obvious.

"Mm, of course."

Tangerine straightens up and smells the jar, his nose wrinkling. "You promise we aren't killing our daughter by feeding her this shit? Smells proper nasty."

"Promise. Now give it here you big drama queen," you say and take the jar from him. You take a spoonful for Maisie and bring it to her mouth. "Daddy is such a drama queen, isn't he, Maisie?" 

Tangerine rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Oi, stop bad mouthing me to our kid." 

"Sooo dramatic." 

Maisie makes a little sound and both your hearts melt on the spot. The banter dies and you both look at your daughter with love and adoration. Tangerine glances at you and you lock eyes, simply smiling. 

And at that moment, nothing else matters.

[potatoplace]

Three's Company

Cassian x Reader x Azriel

kinktober day 3 | threesomes, spitroasting

kinktober '24 masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist

Story Summary: You come home to your roommates after a terrible date, and they offer a sympathetic ear. And maybe some sympathetic touch, too.

Warnings: smut, uhhhh smut

Words: ~2.2k

Author's Note: here it is, day 3 of kinktober! I'm happy I got this out lol it was a bit of a struggle, work tired me out. But enjoy some nice smutty Az n Cass! I hope you guys like it!

18+ only pls

🤍❤️🤍💙🤍

“I can’t believe this,” you sighed as you fell back onto the couch, right between your two roommates.

“What is it, Y/N?”

It was Cassian, sitting to your left who asked.

You sighed again. “You know that guy I was seeing?”

“George, or something, right?” Azriel asked from your right.

“Yeah… We went out again tonight, and things were going really well until we got back to his apartment.” You fell forward, pressing your chest to your knees and your head in your hands.

“Did he try something?” Azriel asked, his voice low, almost irritated, if you had to guess.

“I mean, technically yes, but I wanted him to. It’s more what he didn’t do that was the problem,” you said, still bent over yourself. “Like, I went down on him without him even needing to ask, but when I asked if he would eat me out…” You bolted upright, covering your face with your hands as your face turned crimson. “I’m sorry, that was probably way too much information.”

Two gentle, giant hands rubbed your back soothingly.

“Not at all, sweetheart. I’d like to know just how much I should glare at the man if I ever run into him,” Cassian said.

“Keep going, you had more to say, right?” Azriel asked, his hand on the back of your neck now, gently rubbing out the tension.

“Just… He refused to eat me out, said that it’s disgusting for me to even ask… And then I still…” You sighed once more. “We still had sex but he came after like, a minute. How fucking pathetic is that?”

“Sweetheart,” Cassian said softly, his arm wrapping tightly around you, bringing you into his side. “What an asshole. You deserve so much better than any of that.”

Azriel’s arm joined his, and then you were being squeezed between the two men, both of them placing a kiss on your head.

“I think I have an idea to make you feel better,” Azriel suggested.

You dropped your hands to your lap and turned your head to look at him, his blazing hazel eyes meeting yours. “And what would that be?” You asked quietly.

Azriel’s eyes left yours and looked over your head for a moment before locking eyes with you again.

And then two hands wrapped around each of your thighs, hauling each to rest between two thick, strong legs, spreading you wide open.

“I’ll offer you a deal, kitten,” Azriel started. “If we can make you cum harder and more times than any of those crappy guys you’ve a dating over the past six months, you date us.”

Your breath hitched in your throat- were they serious?

“What do you say, sweetheart?” Cassian asked lowly, his lips by your ear, and you shivered at the feeling.

“Mm…” You bit your lip, considering their offer as their fingers drummed on your inner thighs, small licks of heat accompanying their touch. “Yes,” you breathed, and that was all it took for their hands to start moving.

Cassian’s moved to take off your top, while Azriel’s slid beneath your skirt, brushing against your bare cunt- you had forgotten to grab your underwear before booking it out of George’s apartment.

“Naughty little kitten,” he whispered in your ear before dipping a finger inside of you, humming in satisfaction when he found you wet already.

Cassian pulled your top over your head and off of your arms, tossing it to the side. His arms wrapped around you, hands immediately moving to cover your breasts, squeezing them and testing their weight. His plush lips kissed along the expanse of your throat, drawing a quiet whine from your lips.

Azriel had moved his finger, coated in your slick, to rub small, slow paced circles on your clit, and you knew then that you would be dating them, one way or the other.

After all, how common could it be to find two incredibly attractive men who wanted to give you pleasure at the same time?

Cassian’s hands kneaded your tender flesh, thumbs rolling over you nipples in time with Azriel’s swirling finger on your clit, heat building quickly in your core from their touch.

“Feeling good so far, sweetheart?” Cassian asked in your ear.

You nodded in agreement with your eyes closed, moaning out a soft “Yes,” your breath hitching when Cassian squeezed your right nipple tightly.

Azriel stopped his movements, removing his hand from your center altogether, and you whined in protest, eyes still shut. He moved your leg that was over him setting it back down on the couch. There was a quiet squeaking noise, and your eyes flew open in the next second when something warm, wet, heavenly wrapped around your clit, eyes making contact with Azriel’s as he sucked on your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, one hand latching on to Cassian’s thigh, the other fisting in Az’s hair. He laughed lowly, sending pleasurable vibrations through your clit and you squirmed in their grasp.

“Hold still, princess, be good for Az, hmm?” Cassian ordered gently, his arms keeping you in place as Azriel moved from your clit to your soaked hole. “Can you do that for us?”

“Mm-” you groaned, nodding your head a moment later. “Mhm.”

“Good kitten,” Az said softly, his gaze meeting yours when he lifted off of your core for a moment before returning his attentions to your clit.

With just a few precise licks and two fingers inside you, you shattered in Cassian’s arms and under Azriel’s tongue, your back arching as Azriel’s thick fingers drew out your pleasure.

“Such a good girl for us, Y/N,” Cassian murmured in your ear as you came down, his thumbs rubbing a soothing pattern on the underside of your breasts. “Do you think you can stand, sweetheart?”

With the way your legs were still shaking, even with Azriel’s hands no longer touching you, you didn’t think you would be able to.

“No…” You admitted quietly, and Azriel’s lips split into a grin at your words- a true rarity for him, and your heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Want me to carry you, princess?” Cass asked, not waiting for you answer as he slid your leg off of his and stood, an arm hooking under your knees and the other supporting your back as he lifted you into his arms.

Your arms flew around his shoulders, and you giggled when you saw Az with a slight pout. “Be faster next time and you can carry me, Az.”

“Is that a promise, kitten?”

You bit your lip as you looked at him, then nodded your head.

There was no way you could go back to being just friends with the two of them, even if you stopped what you were doing at this very moment.

“Good, now let’s get you into a bed, hmm?” Cassian said, already walking in the direction of your bedroom. Azriel opened the door, letting the two of you pass through first before he joined you.

Cassian gently set you down on the edge of your bed, then knelt at your feet and began taking off your shoes, which you had forgotten to do before sitting down between them earlier. Azriel was already stripping off his clothes, his shirt first, then his belt, and he had just unbuttoned his jeans when Cassian’s touch drew your attention again.

“Stand up, princess, unless you want to be fucked in your skirt.”

The offer was tempting, but you wanted to feel their skin against yours, anyplace that you could. So you stood on shaky legs and rested your hands against Cassian’s broad shoulders as he tugged the skirt down over your hips to pool at your feet, sitting back down when his hands pushed your hips lightly.

“Get on your knees for us, kitten,” Azriel ordered when he reached the edge of the bed, his hard cock bobbing in the air.

He was big.

You did as he asked, getting on your knees and facing the end of the bed. At least, you assumed that’s how they were wanting you.

“Look at that, Az, she takes orders from us so well already,” Cassian praised, and your cheeks flushed further, if it was possible. Both from his words, and the fact that he was naked now too, and his cock was even larger than Azriel’s.

“Thank you,” you said breathily, and they both smiled at you.

“So polite, too,” Azriel murmured, running one of his thumbs across your cheek. “Where do you want us, kitten?”

“Oh, uhm… I’m not sure.”

Cassian stepped closer, his own hand tangling in your hair. “Do you think you can swallow my cock? Or would you rather I fuck you with it right now?”

You licked your lips, sizing up the girth and length of him. “I… I’m not sure I could fit you in my mouth,” you said sheepishly.

Cassian smirked in response. “We can try some other time, princess. You heard her, Az.” He walked to your right and kneeled on the bed behind you, spreading your knees apart with his legs, and you fell forward onto your hands at the change in position.

Azriel moved to stand right in front of you, his cock close enough for you to lick now, if you chose to. You peered up at him through your lashes, and he let out a soft groan.

“Such a pretty girl,” he cooed at you as he stuck a thumb in your mouth, smirking when you swirled your tongue around it and sucked. “Are you ready for us, kitten?”

You held his gaze as you nodded, frowning when his thumb left your mouth with a slight pop.

“Open up, kitten,” he said, fisting his cock in one hand as the other gripped your hair lightly. You could feel as Cassian lined the head of his cock up with your soaked entrance, waiting for Azriel’s signal.

A shiver ran up your spine, one of anticipation.

You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around Azriel’s cock, letting him push in a couple of inches, and that’s when Cassian pushed into you, slowly, oh so slowly.

The stretch of him was overwhelming, the delicious feeling of pained pleasure overtaking you as Azriel commanded your mouth, setting a slow but steady pace for the moment.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so damn tight,” Cassian hissed as he pushed further in, nearly fully seated now. You moaned loudly around Azriel’s cock in your mouth, causing him to hiss in pleasure.

“You should feel her mouth, brother, it’s the best I’ve ever felt. And you’re taking me so well, little kitten,” Azriel praised as he ran a thumb over your cheek. “Do you think you can handle me picking up the pace?”

You nodded as best you could, what with him in your mouth and his hand in your hair. He smiled down at you and moved his hand to join the other in your hair, holding you in place.

He did as he said he would, moving faster in and out of your mouth, a pace that Cassian matched, each one of his strokes hitting you in the perfect spot- over, and over, and over, driving you closer and closer to the brink with each movement.

And there, in the moments that they filled you at the same time, you found utter bliss, lost to the freedom of giving yourself over to the two men, the way that they carved a space for themselves inside of you.

Cassian’s fingers slipped over your clit in fast, small circles, and you fell over the edge, your cries muffled by Azriel, still occupying your mouth, sending him over the brink as well, spilling his seed down your throat with a long, low moan that had you clenching around Cassian again.

Cassian was the last to fall, the grip of your cunt squeezing his climax from him, and he gave a few last, triumphant pumps before pulling out of you, watching with a satisfactory look in his eyes as a bit of his cum dribbled out of your hole onto your bedspread.

Azriel pulled out of your mouth and let go of your hair, only to rush forward as your arms and knees gave out and you collapsed into his arms in a giggling heap on the floor.

“I’m sorry, Azzie, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your bare chests together.

“What the hell you guys, come back up here,” Cassian whined, scooting to the edge of the bed so he could look at the two of you. “I need some post-sex cuddles too, if you don’t mind.”

Azriel huffed out a laugh. “Come down here, then, you big baby.”

“Yeah, Cassie, c’mere,” you murmured, already snuggling into Az’s warm, warm body. “Bring a blankie too.”

Cassian sighed in feigned annoyance, but crawled down onto the ground anyways, pulling your comforter off the bed as he went. “Only for a little bit, and then we actually get in bed, okay?” He said as he spread the blanket over the three of you, his arm slinging over your waist and hand resting on Azriel’s.

“Yeah, sure,” you agreed as Azriel muttered, “You’ll be the one who won’t want to move in five minutes, Cass.”

“No I won’t,” Cassian said, but yawned a moment later. “… Fine, maybe I will.”

You giggled into Az’s chest. You might have just had amazing sex with the two of them, but they were still the same goofballs you knew and loved.

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[talaok]

Love your writing! Could we please do a cute pregnant reader x Pedro going to and at the SAG awards in honour of our boy winning! 🤍🙏🏼

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x pregnant!reader

a/n: this is how i found out he won btw. I'm so happy for him i cant even, I just love that fucking guy gosh ahhhh (as always this request skipped the line bc it wouldnt make sense in a month)

Gif credits: @tessas-thompson

"thank you" you told him as he emerged from underneath your bump after having slipped your shoes on for you.

Turns out that when you're 7 months and a half pregnant, the most basic tasks like putting on shoes become a two person job.

He only smiled, kissing your belly and then your lips before standing up, offering you a hand to do the same.

"Heels would have looked much better with this dress" you pouted, studying yourself in the mirror, 

You hated ballerinas, but again, you weren't really in the condition to wear anything else.

"You look stunning sugar" he promised, kissing the crown of your head

You couldn't help but snort.

As much as he told you so over and over, together with everyone else in your life... you still struggled to see it, especially now in this uncomfortable dress.

"I look like a stuffed turkey" you sighed "and my boobs are so much bigger than when I first tried this dress, now they look a move away from spilling out"

His eyes twinkled with kindness, with love as he placed his hands on your waist and turned you towards him, away from your reflection.

"You're beautiful sweetheart" he promised, one hand now stroking your cheek as your own hands went to his waist "You're sexy and gorgeous and so fucking hot that if Coco wasn't still here I would demonstrate just how much right here right now" he growled, not giving you time to answer before he kissed you, soft at first, and then once you whimpered, it was like a switch turned and he was fiery and passionate and his left hand trailed to your ass and-

"Pedro!" you scolded him quietly, eyeing Coco on the other side of the room.

"she's seen worse"

She had.

Nonetheless, he took a step back, returning his hand to your waist.

"Thank you" you murmured, looking up into his hazel eyes "and by they way, you look very beautiful too"

You could have sworn you saw red staining his cheeks 

"thank you baby"

You adjusted his shirt, as you got lost in your own mind.

There he was, you beautiful, talented, Emmy, golden globe and SAG award nominated husband, looking every bit as perfect as ever.

And just like that, tears pooled in your eyes

"what's wrong?" he asked, worried

"I just-" you sniffled, trying to fight the tears as your lips trembled "I-I'm so proud of you"

"aw sweetheart" he cooed, half laughing as he wrapped you into his arms.

He'd gotten used to it now, taking care of your over-emotional self was part of his daily routine.

"Y-you just" you cried "you worked so hard a-" another quiet sob "and n- now you're finally getting the recognition you deserve I-"

"I know baby, I know" he cooed, softly kissing the top of your head "thank you" he smiled, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your back "It means a lot to me too,"

"I love you" you murmured, finally raising your head to look at him

"I love you too honey" he kissed you, laughing softly as he pulled back to see tears still running down your cheeks "You're gonna cry the whole night, aren't you?"

"I made the makeup artist use only waterproof products" was your way of saying yes, yes I'm going to, and yes I've already planned ahead

He chuckled, kissing your forehead as his hands trailed to your bump, soft kicks hitting his palms.

"She's excited" he murmured

"She's proud of her daddy too" 

__ __ __

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro Pascal.

Pedro P-

Your husband. they had called your husband.

It was probably comical from the outside, seeing the shock on both your faces as you stared blankly at each other, the way your mouth gaped open, while he slapped a hand onto his, it was like- it was like time had stopped, and the word went completely quiet, until- until-

"oh my god" you breathed, throwing your arms around him and hugging him so tight it probably hurt

He didn't dare speak a word as you leaned away, landing a kiss on his mouth as you gripped his face 

"go" you laughed, grinning like an idiot as tears glimmered into your eyes "go" you urged again, this time, having him comply.

You watched every step, every move, until he was right in front of the microphone, his award in his hands.

"This is umh" he mumbled "This is wrong for a number of reasons-" 

he was in shock, his voice trembling, his eyes watery, but he kept going

"b-but thank you hbo, Bella Ramsey, Craig Mazin, Neil Drukman, Frannie, and -" A shaky sigh fled his mouth, as he chuckled to himself "jeez louise I'm making a fool of myself and my wife is gonna make so much fun of me for it and-"

All the sudden his eyes were on you, 

"my wife" he smiled, his smile brighter than the sun "I wanna thank my beautiful, amazing, intelligent, and perfect wife" he said "I love you y/n, I love you and our daughter more than anything in this world and if I'm here today- If I'm here today is mostly because of you" 

You were shaking from how hard you were crying, from how happy, ecstatic, and euphoric you were for him.

"You've made me the happiest man on this earth, you've made me a dad, you- you're my everything sweetheart" he beamed "so thank you"

He stopped a moment, as if realizing only now this had all really happened

"And now I'm gonna stop talking 'cause I need to get down there to kiss you and try to make you stop crying" he laughed, ending his speech

"thank you, everybody, really, thank you"

__ __ __ 

He did exactly as he said,

he held you tight as he kissed you like the world was gonna end tomorrow, like if he didn't he was gonna die

And when he leaned away- when he leaned away time stopped once again, but as he pressed his forehead to yours, as you lost yourself in each other's eyes, you remembered

"You said it was wrong" you said, both your hands holding his face "but it's not" you shook your head, watching his eyes water "you deserve this baby, you do"

"sweetheart-"

"no" you shut him off, your voice hoarse from the sobs, but it didn't matter, you wanted him to know, you needed him to know "No I need you to understand that you do baby" You smiled "that you worked your ass off and that you deserve every single inch of this award" you took a deep breath, steadying your voice as you looked at him, so many unspoken words traveling between you

"ok?" you asked, finally

"ok" he beamed, kissing you again "God I love you so much"

[lostinlovingrevery]

i beg and request the most fluffiest of fluff with old man logan 🖤🖤🖤 him smoking his cigar while you lay on his stomach having small talk relishing in each others company etc etc I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH 🤍🤍🙏🙏

Quiet

Old man Logan X Reader

A/N: This is a NEED. Also literally only added in the thunderstorm bc its thundering for me rn and I love it <3 I hope you enjoy dear friend!

Plot: You and Logan relax as a thunderstorm rages outside.

Warnings: Fluff, smoking, thunderstorms, a moment implying previous sexual acts

Word Count: 971

Rain pounded the windows, droplets that streamed downwards along the glass. The darkness of outside, lit up by lightning in the sky- accompanied by a crash of thunder, attempted to creep into the bedroom, but held back by the warm lighting of the lamp that sat on a bedside table, creating a comforting faint orange glow in the bedroom that shadowed the figure of two people lying in bed.

A faint haze of smoke filled the room, as Logan brought the cigar to his lips, puffing it a few times, before pulling it away, and allowing a billow of smoke escape his mouth.

You, resting between his legs, your chin resting in your hand, as your elbow dug into the mattress on his side. Your upper body resting over his tummy, as you drew shapes into his chest, traced your finger gently along his scars, occasionally curling your finger into his chest hair and gently tugging. Logan was partially sitting up on bed, multiple pillows placed behind him to support his aching back. One of Logan's legs was resting over yours, as if securing you in place to him. Logan's hand resting on your shoulder, occasionally scratching up and down your arm, mindlessly, as he sat and stared out the window. Chin tipped up and a thoughtful look on his face.

"Whatchu thinking about Lo?" You ask, a few minutes after you stared up at him dreamily, admiring the salt-and-pepper color of his hair and thick beard, the lines of his face, and the hazel color of his pretty eyes. He blinked and looked at you. He brought the cigar to his lips again, puffing, before pulling it away.

"That we really needed this storm." He says, looking back outside as he watched another flash of lightning strike the sky. The rumble of thunder that followed after gently shook the panes of the windows. You giggled. He glanced at you, quirking an eyebrow.

"That's definitely an old man thing to say." You tease, playfully scratching at his chest hair. A faint grin appeared on his face.

"It's true." He mumbles, lighthearted in his tone. He let out a soft groan, as he moved to put out the cigar on the ash tray on the bedside table next to your shared bed. He stubbed it against the ceramic a few times, before setting it down, and moving back to his original position. You crossed your arms over his belly, resting your chin on them as you smiled up at him. You felt the rise and fall of his breathing, closing your eyes for a moment as you savored the feeling of him.

His hand came out and brushed some hair behind your ear, making you open your eyes again to look at him. "How bout you bub?" He asks.

"Mmm. I'm thinking...About how handsome you look right now." You grinned. He chuckled warmly, looking away from you- a telltale sign that he was flustered by you, as you saw a light pink flush grow on his face. Another crack of thunder, and his hand began scratching up and down your arm again. "You think the storm will go all night?"

"Don't know." He mutters.

"Hope so." You say, turning your head, to rest your cheek on his tummy. He looked back at you, taking a deep breath, as he wondered how he got here with you. "We need to go to the store tomorrow, pick up some groceries." He heard you say. "Are you working tomorrow?"

He pondered. He was planning to go, but the idea of spending a quiet, domestic day with you, sounded more appealing. "No." He answers, bringing his other hand to your hair, intertwining his fingers into it as he played with it softly, making your eyes flutter shut.

He didn't see you smile, because you were pretty sure he said he was working tomorrow earlier, but now he says no; and you can guess that was a last second decision. You adjusted yourself, clambering over his body. The old mattress creaked under the weight of you and Logan as you climbed up to become face to face with him as you pressed your lips to his for a moment. His beard tickled your face and you began to giggle against his lips.

"What's so funny bub?" He asks, at the sound of your mirth, his lips brushing over yours as you speak.

"Your beard." You answer, tipping your head back a bit to look up at him. "It tickles."

"Mm." He brought his hand up to it, running it down his face. "Due for a trim anyway."

"Can I help?"

"No."

"Why?" You pouted.

"You know why."

You tipped your head back and laughed. "That was one time!"

"You got shaving cream all over the place."

"That was your fault!" You accuse, a smile plastered over your face. "You're the one who punctured the can!"

"Yeah, because you did that one thing..." He murmurs, quirking his brow as he looked down at you. You bit your lip at the playful, yet intimate memory of you and him in the bathroom. You were completely innocent in trying to help him trim his beard. How was it your fault that your hand slipped down his boxers?

You leaned forward and pecked his lips again, before moving to curl up against his chest, your arms moving to wrap around him. His strong arms wrapped around you, as you both stared outside into the sky, watching the storm rage on, protected inside your room, wrapped in each others arms.

"I hope it doesn't stop storming." You say softly.

He turned his head and kissed the top of your head. "Me neither bub." He murmurs. Another beat of silence.

"We'll need to get shaving cream at the store tomorrow." You add.

[readwithsahana]

window seat ✭ OP81 ✭

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

On a train you don’t want to be on, to Melbourne you find yourself sitting in the aisle next to a charming young man, about to ask for the window seat…

warnings…none!

author’s note…Hi lovelies, i’m Sahana! nice to meet you all. This is my first fanfic on tumblr and i hope you guys like it!! Requests are open and i’ve got way too much free time so go for it 🤍!!

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You were walking on into a train that’ll take you from Queenscliff to Melbourne and you definitely didn’t want to be there. Truth be told, the only reason you came on this trip was because your company forced you to, for some boring conference. You’d rather be back at home doing anything but this but you had no choice.

The stale air in the station made you want to throw up, as it always does. The weight of your bag felt much heavier than yesterday, but that may just be the extra unenthusiam you were carrying.

As you stepped up from the station onto the train, the air-con hit you like a bitch.

“Why is it always so damn cold on these things?”

You muttered to yourself hating every second of this day already.

You looked at your ticket, for the 100th time today, hoping it was actually a Disneyland pass and you’d just seen it wrong…but of course, your life didn’t let anything nice happen to you.

“1B, 1B, 1B…”

You repeated quietly to yourself, as your eyes scanned the seat numbers written until you finally found yours.

It was the aisle…

You would have to be staring at someone’s bald head in front of you….

For 3 hours straight…

Fun.

You saw the guy sitting in the window seat on his phone. He looked young, probably not much older if not the same age as you. And he didn’t seem to be all that in love with the window seat. So…maybe he’d let you switch?

“Hey, excuse me?”

He looked up at you, his hazel brown eyes meeting yours. Oh…he’s cute.

You took a deep breath and began your plea.

“Do you mind if we switch seats? It’s no problem if you don’t want to, its up to you, its just if you wouldn’t mind sitting in the aisle, we ca-“

A small smile along with a soft chuckle appeared on his face as he heard you rambling on and on so he politely interrupted - you had secretly thanked him for, respectfully, shutting you the fuck up. It was starting to get long.

“Sure, go for it.”

You were a little surprised by how nicely he accepted…that wasn’t so hard. He got up and made way for you to sit inside, and then sat down in the aisle seat.

“Thanks for that.”

“Oh no problem, i’m not really one for window seats anyways.”

He smiled. You swore you felt butterflies for a second.

Theres a second of silence, but it surprisingly wasn’t awkward.

“I’m Oscar, by the way.” He smiled again. There was no doubt he was attractive, but his smile was something else…

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. So, not a fan of windows? Or scenic views?”

Oscar can’t help but let out a soft chuckle at your humour. He catches himself subtly admiring your features…you were really beautiful. Not what he thought this train ride had in store for him, though he wasn’t complaining.

For Oscar, any travelling was just boring. As someone who travelled a lot, he got used to just tuning out the whole ride - If you ask him to name one trip he remembers, whether a train ride, flight, or car ride…he honestly couldn’t answer. To him, the destination became more important than the journey since nothing ever made the trip memorable.

“I’ve just grown up seeing all of Australia before, so I don’t find the need to see it through the window.”

He said, making up something more poetic, so that you wouldn’t think he was some cynic that hated seeing pretty views, since that obviously wasn’t true - he was enjoying looking at you.

You find yourself captivated by how he speaks. He’s calm and composed while saying the smartest of things - you’d never met someone like him before. And he’s good-looking? You had basically just won the lottery of strangers to sit next to.

From that point onwards, you both didn’t stop talking. Covered pretty much everything and anything. Oscar was usually a pretty reserved person, but for someone that he’d just met, he felt weirdly comfortable sharing a lot. He’d often find himself not even paying attention to your yapping, too focused on the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about something that excites you. Hell, he’s known you for less time than it takes to grill shrimp on the barbie but you’ve got him smiling uncontrollably.

———

“Actually, it’s my first time in Australia.”

You admit, still beguiled by how amazing this country is and why you haven’t come sooner.

“Oh, I better show you around some time then.”

Oscar smirks, hoping it’d be more true than a joke.

———

“How is football better than cricket?!”

He said, in disbelief, looking at you like you had just committed a crime.

“Cricket it just hours of men running with wood in their hands.”

“Football’s the same thing but with a ball?”

———

“Strawberries over Kiwis anyday.” Oscar was fully confident with his answer.

“Okay, you’re actually insane.” You say, shocked by the statement he’d just recited.

———

“The last stop is Melbourne. Please take all your belongings and mind the gap as you leave the train.”

The PA system announced, snapping you out of your dream-like experience with Oscar.

Just like that, 3 hours had passed by. You had forgotten the dead awful conference you had to attend, the shitty company you work for and how much you were supposed to hate today.

Oscar helped you with your bags as you both got off the train, a bittersweet feeling left hanging in the air.

“I guess this is goodbye…” The young Aussie said, his endearing smile seeming more than forced.

“Show me around, sometime?”

You had hoped this wasn’t going to be the last time you would meet Oscar, and by the way his eyes lit up when you offered, you guessed Oscar felt the same way.

As you both bid your goodbyes, and walk in opposite directions, both you and Oscar come to a realisation.

He had just been on a journey he would remember, thanks to you.

You didn’t even need the window seat to get through that ride, thanks to him.

You heard your phone ping in your pocket.

‘How does 7pm tomorrow sound?’

Maybe this trip wasn’t so bad after all…

[whimsicalazriel]

Evermore → Azriel x female!reader

summary: in which Azriel stumbles upon your cottage.

warnings: mentions of forced marriage, High Lord Beron because that man himself is a warning lol. hints at psychological abuse from parental figure. other than that? just fluff.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: english is not my first language. this is not my main blog but merely a test to challenge myself when it comes to writing. hopefully I’ll do these characters justice. if not, please forgive me, constructive criticism is very much appreciated! 🤍 (do not repost my writing anywhere).

You weren’t sure if it was fate that made you run into the mysterious Shadowsinger, hazel eyes and hair darker than the night sky or if it was the sheer will of the cauldron who pulled him to you, shadows and all.

You have always been called a lone wolf, a nobody who contented herself with books and silence. Hence your cottage in an undisturbed part of Autumn Court. Nestled deep into the woods.

You never dared to seek out your family, a prestigious household of high fae, itching to marry off their own daughter to one of the brutal High Lords sons. They never specified whom, and you never stuck around to find out. Simply walking to your room to pack what you could carry and left your home the same night.

Your father looked for you, cursing your name to the skies. You heard him on his stallion as you hid in a tree, leaves of red, orange and yellow hiding you.

Soon after, you stumbled across a dilapidated cottage, the front door askew and windows missing, but it slowly and surely became your home, your comfort.

You learned to forage, your hands now calloused from your hard work. You built your own garden, so full of life that your solace never bothered you when you kneeled on the cold rich dirt. You couldn’t imagine yourself ever getting tired of the smell or the feel of it, so comforting yet so cold. You lived off of your garden, not daring yourself to venture out of your comfort zone to hunt, so you delighted yourself in trying new dishes with the vegetables and herbs you grew, lying to yourself how you didn’t miss tender and juicy meats.

You lived by yourself for 20 years until the spymaster of the night court stumbled across your quaint home, on a mission to spy on the high lord of Autumn Court, Beron.

Azriel would’ve thought it to be abandoned if it wasn’t for the warm candle lights shining through the fabrics covering the broken windows, and the lush garden shining in the moonlight. He silently trekked forward, Truth-Teller in hand as he approached the broken door. His shadows creeped up before him, scouting the cottage for danger. They came back and whispered of a harmless woman. ‘It’s her’ they hissed and a shudder crept up Azriel’s spine from the implication.

He felt the knot in his stomach tightening as he creeped closer, stopping at the threshold.

“Hello?” A timid voice asked.

Azriel didn’t dare to breathe, the knot in his stomach pulling him, urging him to enter the cottage.

“I know you’re out there!” A smirk grew on his lips as he heard the cluttering of utensils. “I have a knife!”

Azriel’s fingertips touched the rotted door just as Rhysands voice asked him to come back home. Azriel backed away with a sigh, his chest heavy as he traveled back to Velaris.

.･:*:･ﾟ’✫,’✫’ﾟ･:*:･˙ .･:*:･ﾟ’✫,’✫’ﾟ･:*:･˙

Every night the Shadowsinger visited your cottage, hidden in the shadows, simply keeping an eye on you, despite having never seen you before. His shadows always reminded him the moment he stood before your door, ‘mate, mate, mate!’ They hissed.

He kept you a secret, kept you as his nightly routine, until the war with Hybern.

You felt off one night. The tug in your stomach wasn’t urging you to venture outside into the dark. The dark which wasn’t as scary as the other type of darkness surrounding it. But you knew better than to go outside. And then the darkness disappeared for a while, leaving the scary dark to keep you company until dawn.

You didn’t have anyone to talk to about it–something that tore into your chest as pressure built up each and every day. So you resorted to telling your crops.

‘It’s weird,” you muttered as you brushed away the colorful leaves and tugged away the weed. “I fear I am losing my mind, imagine that,” you laughed. “Missing darkness. It’s probably a being trying to lure me, and I’m finding myself missing it.”

“I apologize if I made you fear me.” A dark voice spoke. Azriel.

You jumped, your hand grabbing your gardening trowel to defend yourself. You stopped short as your eyes connected with his hazel ones. The tug in your stomach grew stronger as you stared at the man before you, an Illyrian, you realized.

His membrane wings tucked tightly behind him. And shadows covered his skin as he stared at you with a sheepish smile. “Once again, I apologize.”

“Oh!” You could only stare at him, not minding the voice in your head chastising you for being rude. “I-Uhm, I-“ You stuttered.

You stood up quickly, too quickly as the ground below you felt like gentle waves. Warm calloused hands took a hold of your arms to steady you. “Careful.” He murmured, his shadows escaping his grasp to caress your skin, cool caresses that sent shivers down your spine. His hands were a stark contrast to his shadows.

‘Mate, mate, mate!’ They hissed in his ears. He gritted his teeth in frustration.

“Oh-I’m so sorry,” you felt yourself flush, your face burning in embarrassment. “I’ve been kneeling for hours–I should know better than standing too fast.” You chuckled awkwardly, trying not to think about how the man in front of you hasn't let you go.

“I’m Azriel.” He spoke quickly though quietly. His eyes staring into yours. He looked like a painting coming to life. His ink black hair shining despite his shadows doing the opposite.

You clumsily introduced yourself. Your tongue felt foreign in your mouth as you understood who stood before you. Yet fear wasn’t what you felt. Instead the tugging in your stomach roared and instinctively your hand raised itself to settle on his chest. His chest was firm, though he wasn’t wearing any armor. He wore a black blouse with trousers and boots; a simple attire for the most beautiful man you’ve seen in your 247 years of living.

Azriel took a deep breath in from your touch. You both know what this meant. Azriel didn’t doubt the cauldron this time as he had when Elain had mated with Lucien. This time it felt like a puzzle as he took you in.

Tattered dress with different patches of patterns sewn in here or there. Your hands were encased with dirt and a smudge of it had found its way to your cheek.

You were the most beautiful female he had ever seen.

A smile grew on his lips as he watched you squirm, your hand leaving his chest as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“Are we-“ you cleared your throat, not meeting his eyes. “Are we mates?” You wanted to bolt the moment the words escaped your mouth. What if he wasn’t, and you were perhaps getting sick. You didn’t know the difference.

No one alive in your family had met their mates. And your father had told you countless times how dense you were. ‘She wouldn’t know the difference between a horse and a mule’.

A deep sigh left Azriel’s lips as he stared you down. “Yes, we are.”

The foreign feeling of pure joy grew in your chest as you took in his words. “Really?”

He let out a soft laugh. “Yes, I am yours and you are mine, if you’ll have me of course.” He bowed his head slightly and put on a gentle and genuine smile though his heart threatened to beat out of his chest.

“I-of course, but if I could suggest, can we get to know each other first, as friends?” You asked timidly. You knew your mother was betrothed to your brute father, a marriage where she was nowhere his equal.

His view on females was that of a monster. ‘Females shall not speak until spoken directly to!’ He always screamed in your ear when you were a small child.

Azriel himself softened, his shoulder relaxing further. He thanked the mother and cauldron for your suggestion, not wanting it any other way.

“Of course, my love.” He smiled before glancing behind you to look at your cottage. He found it charming, and he could see the personality of his mate shining through, despite the rotting wood and broken windows. You had made this your home despite. He found himself admiring you now even more.

He stretched out his hand to you. “Would you like to see my home?” He felt vulnerable for the first time in a very long time. He could almost hear Cassian snorting at him.

You took his hand in yours, relishing the feel of him–your mate. Undoubtedly yours, two souls made to fit.

“Of course, you’ve seen mine, it’s only fair I see yours.” You joked and laughed when he did.

“Then shall we?” He gestured towards the overgrown path leading into the woods, his gesture a promise of a better future.

“We shall.”

snip snap snut så va sagoberättelsen slut :)

[diremoone]

Waahhh new url!! Hi Frellie 🤍🤍 I hope you’re feeling better and that your days have been brighter. How are you enjoying the Knave? I got her on a whim when she released haha her trial was super fun and I immediately thought yep she’s going on my team

Same! I’m never taking her off my team! I got her like, five days before her banner was up, I think?? I’ll have to check lmao. I’ve been in love ever since. She’s so powerful (Wish I would’ve remembered to wish on her weapon banner more often, I totally forgot). And her aesthetic too!

I love the sound her heels make especially, it’s so cool :3 They help with Windtrace rn too since they’re a dead giveaway for her when you’re hiding from the Hunter 🤣

And yess! New url in honor of our beloved Knave and getting her I’ve been in desperate need for a 5 star Pyro 😌 Though I did have to shorten it a bit, I think it does the job 🤭

And my days have been better! Thank you! ❤️❤️ Still stressful, but less stressful for sure. Things seem to be getting out of the rough patch, thank goodness ☺️

[verityasian]

🩵 BOTS MASTERLIST 🩵

🐚 OUTER BANKS 🐚

JJ MAYBANK X INNOCENT USER — you ask JJ to be your first to prepare for your first date with a different guy

GOLDENRETRIEVER ROOMMATE JJ — he’s not so secretly in love with you and you’re oblivious

GOLDENRETRIEVER BF JJ — he tries to make you breakfast in the most chaotic JJ way

TOXIC!JJ — he uses you as a rebound knowing you’re in love with him

JJ GENRETTE — Kook!JJ meets Routledge user and can’t shake the feeling that he knows you

FRATBOY RAFE — Rafe asks Routledge user to be his fake girlfriend to make his ex jealous

FRAT BOY RAFE PT2 — Rafe is used to getting attention and is surprised when you ignore him at a frat party

RAFE CAMERON [THE OTHER ZOEY EDITION] —a concussed Rafe thinks you’re his girlfriend

KIARA — she thinks you hate her and the boys traps you in the boat together (wlw)

🤍 EVAN PETERS 🤍

PETER MAXIMOFF — seven minutes in heaven

PETER MAXIMOFF (PERALTIAGO VIBES) — you make a bet with peter that if you lose, you have to go on a terrible date with him

CHARLES DECKER — you find him crying on the hallway during a school dance

COOPER DAY — seven minutes in heaven with Cooper who hates you

TATE LANGDON — before he died and was just a misunderstood teen

🐰 RUBY CRUZ 🐰

ASH (TSLOCG) — Ash befriends a supposed ‘straight’ girl and listens to her complain about guys that aren’t treating her right

HAZEL CALLAHAN — sunshine Hazel x grumpy user

☠️ RODRICK HEFFLEY ☠️

NEIGHBOR RODRICK — asking for your help with girls

RODRICK X BABYSITTER — you’re babysitting Manny and Rodrick immediately develops a crush

RODRICK X LEAD SINGER — you’re one of the popular girls in school and decided to audition to be Löded Diper’s lead singer

🫧 MICS. 🫧

SAM MONROE — Sam doesn’t realize he liked you until you’re gone

PERCY JACKSON (LOGAN LERMAN VER.)

TASM! PETER PARKER — Peter’s your tutor but he can’t focus with you looking so good next to him

JEREMIAH FISHER — you’re the forgotten Conklin sister and Jeremiah’s the only one who seems to notice you

I’ll keep adding to this when I make new ones so let me know if there’s characters you want me to make ♡

[zevrra]

could u write a jayce x female or gn reader fic or blurb where the reader has major baby fever or just wants a child in general? I feel like Jayce would make such a good girl dad. idk..this request is pretty stupid but i’ve just been craving Jayce as a dad.

I LUV UR WRITING BTW!! PLS NEVER STOP POSTING! 🤍

a/n: AAAAH this was such a cute idea i couldn’t resist KSHDKH. jayce 100% is a girl dad, you can’t change my mind and i also like to think he’d want a HUGE family too. 😭 thank you so much for the request and im sorry it’s a lil shorter but i hope it makes you giggle and kick your feet at the thought of dad!jayce bc i did KSHSKH i love jayce so much omg

jayce is definitely someone who wants to have a giant family one day. wants to have as many kids, in anyway possible, as his partner will let him. he’d be so sweet talking about how one day he hopes he can show off his kids and give them everything they could ever dream about. his heart is so big and it’s just so cute.

the two of you had been together for a very long time and seeing every child recently made you yearn for your own. so when you mention over dinner one day, wanting to start a family; he’s ecstatic. he’s so happy, staring at you with wide eyes as his face lights up with that stupidly charming smile of his.

“are you serious?” he asks; as if this might be a dream and that you’re lying to him.

“no jayce, i said it just to tease you.” you respond sarcastically. laughing with a shake of your head. you manage a shy glance in his direction as your fingers play with the utensils on the table. “i’ve just been thinking about it recently. seeing all the cute babies around the city during the holidays is just making me…want to start a family.” you add with a smile towards your lover.

who still sits and stares at you with wide eyes. his mouth slightly agape, fangs flashing as his lips curl up in a warm smile. he reaches across the table to grab your hand, his pretty hazel eyes full of love as he brings your hand up to his lips; placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

“it’s your call, my love but i would be honored to start a family with you.” jayce hums sweetly. he plants another kiss against your knuckles before his thumb rubs across the top of your hand, soothingly touching you as he practically looks like he’s on the verge of tears. as if he’s waited for this moment for forever.

always so dramatic and you loved him for it.

“i think you’d make a great dad.” you state in a matter of fact tone, giving his hand a gentle squeeze back.

and truly, jayce would in fact make the best dad. you didn’t have to say it out loud to know it was true either; since he was already the perfect partner. you could easily imagine him with a little girl, protecting her from any harm, playing dress up, pretending to drink tea when he’s offered a plastic cup. he’s so sweet and deserves everything good in the world and you wanted nothing more than to start that next chapter in his and your own life.

[lalacliffthorne]

modern!Cassian knows the difference between grumpy and in need of a nap.

if I'm ever grumpy - I probably just need a nap. 🤍 first modern!Cass drabble, bc I need a cuddle and this man has my whole heart.

Rain drummed against the windows as the second knock echoed through my apartment, and with a low growl, I ripped open the door.

My eyes found a wide chest. Then they went up, and up, until they found hazel ones.

I glared.

"What?"

Cassian blinked, his dark eyes slowly dragging down and over my body, and I tried to fight the way my heart leapt against my ribs at the warm intensity with which he looked at me, every time, without fail.

One of Cassian's brows quirked up and slowly, a lazy twinkle spread through his iris.

"You okay there, baby?"

Fighting the warm shiver his warm, deep voice always seemed to cause, I glared up at him in annoyance, crossing my arms over my chest. "Peachy."

Cassian was still staring down at me, and one corner of his lips slowly curved upwards until a dimple formed in his cheek and my breath nearly caught in my throat. Then he squinted in thought.

"Have you eaten anything today?"

Pulling myself together and scowling up at him, I crunched my brows. "Yeah, why?"

"Showered?"

I felt my glare deepen. "Are you saying I smell?"

Cassian huffed, even as his grin widened. "No, and even if you did - you always smell fucking amazing, so -"

Trying to ignore the way his words caused my heart to leap high, I rolled my eyes.

For another second, Cass stared down at me with inquisitively narrowed eyes. Then he asked: "Napped?" The crease in his cheek deepened.

I huffed and sent him a glare, feeling my head thrum in annoyance.

"No, because as I've told you, I've been working on this stupid paper for the past few days now and -"

"Right." Cass nodded and stepped over the threshold. His scent washed over me, and I nearly stepped back when his warm chest bumped against mine, but before I could, his deep voice rumbled through me. "Let's change that."

Something dipped gently in my chest, and I felt my eyes narrow slightly as my scowl deepened and my head jerked back in annoayance. "Wha-"

Cass leaned down, and my heart leapt into my throat when he wrapped his arm around my legs and straightened up, lifting me over his shoulder.

My feet left the ground, and a soft squeak left me that turned into a breathless huff when Cassian's wide shoulder pressed into my stomach, making all air leave my lungs with a swoosh.

I scoffed, blinking and kicking my feet lightly.

"What the fuck -"

Cassian's body vibrated with his deep, warm laugh, his head tipping back lightly as he easily shut the front door with his heel. Then a warm weight settled on my ass, and I could feel Cass chuckle as his big palm patted my behind, grin audible in his voice. "You can thank me later."

Glaring into space, I deflated, flopping against him in defeat.

"I hate you,", I grumbled without heat.

"Damn, baby, that's harsh." Cassian crunched his brows casually as he kicked off his sneakers before he started to make his way through the small hall into my bedroom, his steps shaking my body. "Here I thought you were in love with me or somethin'."

I glowered at his backside. "Seriously debating that right now."

Though the view was nice.

Cassian's body shook with his chuckle as he crossed my bedroom, then he leaned down slightly. I marvelled at the fact that he was able to crouch even with me deadweight on his shoulder, momentarily forgetting that I was annoyed at him - the view really was nice. But then Cass let me slip off his shoulder, gently placing me back on my feet, and I glared up at him.

"I can't take a nap."

"You can always nap." Cassian's brown crunched in a matter-of-fact way even as dimples formed in his cheeks, and I huffed.

"No, you idiot; I mean I don't have time, I need to finish that stupid paper -"

"Baby, last night you said you were nearly finished, which in your world means it's all written and already at least half-edited. And since you still have a week until you need to hand it in and you've been at this for days,", Cassian raised his brows, his lips curving until creases dug into his cheeks, "you're done for today. So get your sweet little ass into bed." He winked.

"Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?", I bit back, trying to ignore how suddenly, I could feel the tiredness in every bone of my body.

Cassian chuckled, and my heart leapt into my throat when his hands slipped up to frame my face. Cass dropped his chin to press his lips against my temple, and I could feel him grin against my skin, then he mumbled: "I'll gladly buy you take-out later if you take a nap with me."

I glowered, desperately fighting the way my heart shuddered at his close proximity, his scent filling my lungs and how my body wanted to lean into his warm, wide chest.

"Hm?" Cassian raised his head and tipped my chin up to raise his brows at me, his grin slowly growing. "C'mon, baby, I know you want to."

Glowering up at him, I managed to fight back for a few more seconds. Then my shoulders sagged, my body melted into him, and I grumbled and buried my face in his sweatshirt, mumbling muffledly: "I really hate you."

I could feel Cassian chuckle, his body vibrating as he dropped his head and grinned into my hair. "Ouch. Should I leave or -"

Whining softly and grabbing at his sweatshirt, I somehow managed to pull back enough to glare up at him grumpily. Cassian's smile widened until dimples dug into his cheeks, and my heart leapt weakly into my throat when he arched a brow.

"Not hearing an actual no here, honey -"

"I dare you,", I grumbled into his hoodie, glowering up at him, and Cassian actually laughed. His shoulders shook as his head tipped back, and my gaze dragged over the curve of his throat, his strong jaw and the way his eyes crinkled with his wide smile.

"Alright." Dropping his head and grinning down at me, Cassian brushed some hair out of my face, his twinkling eyes piercing mine as his tattooed fingers gently grazed my cheek. "Not going anywhere, noted." His grin grew into a smirk. "Now get your ass into bed, baby."

I sighed and let myself sink further into his towering, solid body, my chin propped against his chest as I blinked up at him. "Need to save everything first and turn off my laptop and -"

Cassian grinned and dropped his head, and my breath caught in my throat when he kissed my cheek, warm, long, lingering. The scent of his cologne rose into my nose, leaving me dizzy as my fingers grasped at his sweatshirt, then his rough hands slipped to the nape of my neck. Gently, they pulled my head back, and I barely had time to suck in a soft breath before his lips grazed over the corner of my mouth. Then they pressed onto mine, slow, lazy and causing my heart to leap high.

My eyes fluttered as my fingers dug into his sides, my knees wobbled, and a soft sound broke from the back of my throat that caused Cassian's lips to curve against mine until he was grinning. His fingers slipped into my hair, tangling into the strands, then he kissed me deeper, harder, unhurried, his tongue tracing over mine, and I nearly whimpered as I sunk into him, feeling his head bow to follow me and tall body holding mine up.

Cass gently sank his teeth into my bottom lip and chuckled at the small sound breaking from my chest. Then he slowly pulled back, and when I blinked, head swimming and heart pounding, he stared down at me, lips curving upwards and green spots in his iris melting into a warm, glowing mess.

"I-" I blinked and felt my brows crunch, trying to remember what it was that I had wanted to do, something that had seemed very important -

Cassian chuckled and let his hands slip from my neck, one sliding down my back to give my ass a light squeeze. "I got it."

I felt my breath hitch and lightly hit his abs, and Cassian's grin grew, creases digging into his cheek when a light chuckle left him. He dipped his head to press another warm, lingering kiss onto my cheek, then he winked and turned around.

Staring after him, at the shift in his wide shoulders under his sweatshirt and the hair brushing his neck and the tattoos rising over his collar, I blinked only when he disappeared from view.

Suddenly, I was aware of how exhausted I felt. My head had picked up its gentle thrumming now that I wasn't focusing anymore, my eyes were aching and burning, and when I turned to look longingly at my bed, any pretences left crumbled.

Cass was right.

I really needed a break.

Slowly turning around, I shuffled to shimmy out of my wide joggers. Kicking off my socks and pulling my big sweatshirt over my head, I dragged the t-shirt I slept in out from under the unmade covers. It was far too big and wide, and even though I had been sleeping in it for a few days now, it still smelt like the man it actually belonged to, warm and dark and addicting.

Barely keeping myself from burying my nose in the fabric, I slowly dragged it over my head. Then I sluggishly switched on the fairy lights, the previously cool and grey bedroom lighting up in a gentle, warm glow, and slinking over the soft carpet, I climbed onto the mattress. Burying myself under the thick blanket, I blinked tiredly.

Heavy footsteps entered the room, and when I looked over my shoulder, my heart did a gently skip against my ribs at the sight of Cassian's tall body. He moved to lower the blinds slightly, even though the sky outside was already gloomy and grey, then he turned around.

My breath caught softly when he pulled his sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath over his head in one go, shoulders flexing when he carelessly tossed it to the side. My gaze greedily dragged over his torso, the curve of his wide shoulders and the smooth lines of his chest, muscles shifting under the dark, intricate shapes of his tattoos when he leaned down to pull the blanket up.

His hazel eyes caught mine, and slowly, Cassian started to grin, until deep creases formed in his cheeks. "Like what you see, baby?"

Huffing, I rolled my eyes and flipped him off tiredly, and Cassian laughed, the sound travelling through my bones and settling in my heart. Then the mattress dipped under his weight, and a soft, content sound broke from my throat when I felt his warm, massive body join me under the thick blanket.

Curling up with a soft, tired shudder, I readily raised my elbow, feeling Cassian's heavy, muscled arm slide beneath it and around my waist. Then he pulled me back, until I was snugly pressed into his chest, his body warm and solid in my back. His legs slid up to tuck under mine, thighs tangling with my calves, and his biceps slipped under my head to drag me further back into him, until there was no place we weren't touching.

My breath caught gently, and warmth rose in my chest, swelling and bubbling.

Cassian slid his rough, warm palm up my arm, and through heavy lids I watched as his long, tattooed fingers tangled with mine until they were linked together, the inked images on the back of his hand shifting with his muscles. My tired gaze trailed over his forearm, the veines prominent under his tanned skin, and something began fluttering against my ribs, quicker with every second until my breath shuddered softly.

Quickly dropping my head, I nuzzled my nose against Cassian's skin, feeling my eyes droop even as the feeling of his warm, massive body in my back caused my heart to thrum gently.

"Don't let me sleep for too long, 'kay?" My mumble was nearly incoherent, sleep already reaching for me.

Cassian huffed against my shoulder. "Fuck that, baby." A strand of his hair tickled my skin and caused me to shudder, and Cassian's lips curved against my skin. Then he slowly started to follow an invisible trail to the back of my neck, until my skin was tingling under the brush and press of his lips and my heart was thrumming.

Making a low sound deep in his throat, Cass buried his nose at the back of my neck, and his warm, rough voice vibrated through me when he mumbled back easily: "You need sleep, you get sleep."

I tried to half-heartedly elbow him into the ribs, but Cassian just tightened his grip around me, pulling me back into his chest and pinning my arms against my body, and I grumbled when I felt him smirk lazily against my skin.

Sighing, I pulled his arm closer against my chest and tucked his hand under my chin, burying my nose at his knuckles.

"I love you,", I mumbled against his skin, soft and sleepily, and for a second, I thought I felt Cassian's grip slacken softly. Then it tightened.

"See, and you said you hated me." His warm, rough voice tickled my spine, and I gave a soft, tired huff even as my lips curved and I nuzzled into his arms.

"Just say it back, you idiot."

Cassian chuckled, his thumb starting to slowly brush over mine as I felt his wide smile against my skin, could almost hear the creases in his cheeks. Then he mumbled: "It back."

My heart skipped high, and I started to scowl grumpily.

"You're an ass; you know what, I do actually hate you -"

Breathing a deep, warm laugh, Cassian shifted to lean over me, and his lips pressed against my cheek. My words got caught in my throat, and Cass started peppering kisses over the side of my face until I could feel his wide grin, my breath was coming short and my heart was fluttering against my ribs.

Smiling against my cheek, Cassian mumbled roughly: "I fucking love you, baby."

My heart missed a beat, and I somehow managed to find my voice, muttering back weakly: "Good -"

Cassian smirked against my skin and dipped his head to playfully nip my jaw, then he dragged me back into his arms and nuzzled his nose against my neck.

"Love you til the end of time, sweetheart." His warm, rough voice sent sparks down my spine, and I squeezed his fingers tightly.

"Idiot,", I muttered softly, and Cassian chuckled against my skin.

Exhaling, I let myself melt into his warm, solid body. My eyes grew heavier and heavier as I watched Cassian's thumb trace patterns onto my skin, feeling my mind slowly slip away until they finally slid shut.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @secretlyhers @icey--stars @ailyr92

[seokminfilm]

so i ── vernon chwe

🤍 pairing, vernon chwe x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, high school au, angst, some fluff if you squint, mentions of parental issues, reader tutors vernon, mutual attraction, friends to ???, vernon cries, skinship, shy vernon x shy reader

🤍 summary, vernon chwe was more than just a classmate you tutored—you had developed a connection with him, something deeper than you expected.

🤍 author's note, debut/teenage vernon pictures just bring out the best in me guys i swear it 🧍saw these pictures on pinterest and immediately thought of something to write lmao i hope you enjoy this! sorry for the angst in advance i love you so much guys 🤍🙏

🤍 now playing, so i (charli xcx)

🤍 word count, 824 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

when vernon came to your room for math tutoring that rainy tuesday evening, you knew something had happened.

vernon had been unusually quiet the whole walk home, and you noticed something had gone wrong before school was dismissed. he had come from the locker room with what seemed to be tear streaks on his face, and excused himself quickly to run to the bathroom, washing his face as fast as he could before leaving with you.

vernon was never one to show strong emotion, let alone cry. it worried you to see vernon so down, and your heart clenched when vernon stared at you with those pretty yet tired hazel eyes.

once the two of you had gotten to your house, vernon had said hello to your parents with as much cheerfulness as he could muster before the two of you headed upstairs for math tutoring.

the whole time you were trying to go over vernon's homework answers, he just quietly stared at the page of his homework, nodding emptily when hearing you say something. you could tell vernon was in his own world, and eventually, you put your pencil down, speaking up for the first time since you had left school.

"you're not paying attention, are you, vernon?" you ask teasingly, hoping to lighten the mood.

vernon finally snaps out of his daze, slowly shaking his head as he runs a hand through his fluffy, brown hair. "no, sorry."

sighing, you close your math book, studying vernon's features as he wrings his hands together. his long eyelashes seem to brush against his cheeks as he stares down at the wooden table, and his lithe lips seem soft as he lets out a shaky breath.

"do you wanna talk about it?" you ask softly, feeling a sudden burst of confidence as you reach out to vernon's wringing hands. he pauses, surprised at your touch, but doesn't move, letting you hold his hands as he drops them to the table.

"i just—" vernon pauses, deep voice tinged with sourness. "my mom and dad had another fight. it's just going to be my dad at home tonight."

you fall silent, heart even more broken at vernon's situation: you knew his parents were in a rough spot in their marriage, but you didn't know it was this rough. you thought vernon was exaggerating when he said they had fights every other day, but he was being serious—he had stayed home from school the day before yesterday for that same reason.

"i'm sorry. i really am, vernon," you hold vernon's gaze, watching as his eyes glaze over with tears. you've never seen vernon this upset before, and it makes you want to cry too.

"it's whatever. i can't do anything about it, anyways," vernon says the sentence like he's just accepted his parents' fate; he lets the tears fall quietly, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he looks away. it makes your heart drop, but you offer the best smile you can to him as you continue to speak.

"let's stop with math for today. let's do something fun." you offer, and vernon lights up slightly, tears disappearing as he laughs.

"fun? you would be the one telling me to focus right now—this is new. what's changed?" vernon's shocking brown eyes meet yours, and you flush under his gaze, glancing away as you shrug.

"i just...i want you to have fun and get your mind off things," you say softly, and a twinge of some emotion appears in vernon's eyes, just as quickly disappearing.

"okay. i mean, i'm not complaining if i don't get to do math." vernon cracks a small smile, and you giggle, putting your books away as you stand up, glancing at vernon.

he follows your movements quickly, now just a few inches away from your face as he stares at you. he had grown over the few years you had known him, and he's starting to get taller than you now—vernon looks down at you as his dark eyes take in your figure and his hair falls into his long eyelashes, obscuring his piercing gaze.

suddenly, your hand seems to move on its own, and you reach up to vernon's face, softly moving vernon's bangs from his eyes. he doesn't flinch or move, letting you do your thing as a small blush dusts his cheeks seconds later.

"thanks," his voice is cool, blushed face doing nothing to his normal monotone voice. you nod, blushing yourself as you clear your throat awkwardly, looking away.

"well, uh—let's go find something fun to do." you smile, and vernon matches your facial expression, nodding. "yeah, let's go do that."

when the two of you leave your bedroom, you both can tell that something has changed between you. the friendship you had is still there, but something is lingering now—something growing that neither of you can ignore.

you're thinking that something is love.

[reidsglasscs]

ALL DA LADIES LUV YN!!

✸ pairing: jason grace x fem!athena!reader smau

✸ notes: im shamelessly addicted to social media aus & haven’t seen a SINGLE one for my boy…lets change that

…now playing: full machine — gracie abrams

yn.ln: nru…expect my therapy bills for those exams (ft. the world’s worst study buddy)

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seaweed.brain: aren’t athena kids supposed to be…smart?

╰┈➤ yn.ln: @wise.girl COME GET HIM, HE’S OUT AGAIN

╰┈➤ wise.girl: PERCEUS

╰┈➤ seaweed.brain: AINT NO WAY—

j.grace: everyone see that? that’s MY gf who made a 100 on the advanced calc exam. MY GIRLFRIEND 🗣️‼️

╰┈➤ piedpiper: simp in capital red letters

╰┈➤ j.grace: loud and proud

j.grace: don’t hate on my studying skills, that was at like 2 am 😒

╰┈➤ yn.ln: it was NINE PM???

╰┈➤ j.grace: it most certainly WAS NOT

╰┈➤ yn.ln: do not take that tone with me.

╰┈➤ j.grace: yes ma’am, i’m sorry

teamleo_: who’s the cutie in slide 3? 🤭😏

╰┈➤ yn.ln: the book’s called the hunger games, thanks for asking! 🫶

╰┈➤ j.grace: @yn.ln IS IT BULLY YOUR BOYFRIEND DAY???

hazzzelnut: WAY TO GO BABE, SO PROUD OF YOU

╰┈➤ yn.ln: hazel ilysm my precious sweet darling angel 🫶🩷😚

piedpiper: ignore that blondie, she snuck out to see me once he was asleep 🥱😝

╰┈➤ yn.ln: shhhhh pipes, they’re not supposed to know

╰┈➤ wise.girl: PIPER HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME???

╰┈➤ seaweed.brain: I BEG YOU FINEST FUCKING PARDON???

…now playing: steal my girl — one direction

j.grace: smart girl appreciation post!!! 🤍 (piper mclean dni)

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teamleo_: gods bless yn for dealing with that blue eyed stare…she’s the strongest soldier ✊

╰┈➤ yn.ln: i try 😔

yn.ln: I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU MY SWEET BOY 🩷

╰┈➤ j.grace: I LOVE YOU MORE PRETTY GIRL <3

piedpiper: giggling bc he doesn’t know that HE’S the side piece @yn.ln

╰┈➤ yn.ln: what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him

╰┈➤ j.grace: i will take this post DOWN

╰┈➤ yn.ln: nuh uh

seaweed.brain: okay, but annabeth can recite more digits of pi than yn 🤷‍♂️

╰┈➤ yn.ln: why are you such a hater

╰┈➤ wise.girl: and how many can YOU recite, percy, hm? 🤨

╰┈➤ yn.ln: GET HIS ASS ANNIE 🗣️🗣️

reyna_ara: i’ll always jump at the chance to look at some pictures of yn 🤭

╰┈➤ yn.ln: reyna ily

╰┈➤ j.grace: i’m blocking everyone but yn, leo, and like, my sister

╰┈➤ thaliyuh: do not think for a SECOND that i don’t also think you’re gf is hot (one chance, yn 🙏)

╰┈➤ j.grace: get out. all of you.

yn.ln: “all da ladies love leo!” no. all the ladies love yn, and their bfs want to be me 💪

╰┈➤ j.grace: i’m deleting this app.

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@ seaweed.brain gag. me. with. a. spoon.

beth saw this & is on her way 😚

🏃💨

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@ j.grace. um. forever?? 🤭

well that’s the plan, isn’t it?

you know it, sweetheart