#but they’re all holding hands I promise

[luvbabydoll]

Hi! I really like your bunny hybrid with the 141. I was just curious how the boys would react to their chubby bunny crying? Like someone hurt her feelings and they find her hiding and crying?

Thank you! Really enjoy your writing!

it starts with an uneasy feeling. the base is too quiet—usually, they can hear the soft sound of you shuffling around, your little sniffles when you're sleepy, the twitch of your ears as you hum to yourself. but today? nothing.

soap notices first. "where’s our bunny?" his voice is lighter than usual, but there's an edge to it.

gaz frowns, scanning the room. you’re not curled up in your usual cozy corner. "she was here earlier. maybe she's napping?"

but simon? He feels it. the gnawing instinct that something isn't right. his jaw tightens, and without a word, he starts searching.

and then—price hears it.

the smallest little hiccup. a tiny muffled sniff.

his entire body tenses.

they find you tucked away in one of your hiding spots—maybe under a desk, curled up in a storage room, or buried beneath a pile of blankets. your ears are drooping, your chubby little cheeks damp with tears, your soft sniffles barely audible.

and oh.

oh, they do not like that.

john crouches down first, voice low and gentle. "sweetheart, what’s happened?" his big, warm hands reach for you, but he doesn't pull you out—he lets you come to him. and when you do? when you crawl into his lap and bury yourself into his chest, little hiccups shaking your body?

that’s it. he’s furious.

his grip tightens, rubbing slow circles into your back as he murmurs, "s’alright, love. whatever it is, we’ll handle it." but his eyes? dark. calculating. whoever did this is about to have a very, very bad day.

ghost doesn’t speak right away. he crouches next to you, letting you cry, his gloved hand slowly reaching out to rub behind your ears. it’s grounding, comforting, and when you lean into it, his touch becomes firmer, more possessive.

"who?" His voice is sharp, quiet, dangerous. "tell me who made you cry, bunny."

the moment you do? the moment you whisper a name or mumble something about someone being mean to you? ghost is gone. he doesn’t get loud, doesn’t lose control—no, he plans. whoever hurt you? they’re about to learn what fear really is.

soap is already on his knees, pulling you into his arms before you can even process it. "och, c’mere, lass. who did this?" he’s rubbing your back, kissing your forehead, mumbling soft reassurances in that thick accent. his grip is a little too tight, like he’s physically holding himself back from storming off and handling it right then and there.

"ye know you’re precious, right? no one talks to our bunny like that." and when you sniffle out a response? when you tell him someone called you slow or too soft or—god forbid—made a comment about your weight?

oh, hell no.

soap just grins, but it’s not a happy grin. it’s the kind that promises retribution.

"stay ere, bonnie. i’ll be back."

gaz hates seeing you like this. it wrecks him. he’s already wiping your tears away, kissing your warm cheeks, trying so hard to bring back your usual sweetness.

"nah, bunny, we’re not having this. you don’t cry over shit like that." his voice is soft, but his hands are firm, grounding. "you’re perfect. you hear me? fuckin’ perfect."

and then, with a careful, deliberate breath, he asks, "do you want me to handle it, or do you just need me here?" because gaz? oh, he will handle it. but if all you need is for him to hold you, to remind you that you’re safe, loved, and the most precious thing in the world to them? then that’s exactly what he’ll do.

[regressionschool]

Caught in Her Web

Mia’s gaze drifted to the pendulum, its rhythmic swing mesmerizing her more with each pass. She tried to look away at first, but the slow, steady motion caught her and wouldn’t let go. Her thoughts began to blur as if the smooth arc of the pendulum’s path was brushing them away, one by one.

“Just relax, Mia,” the woman murmured, her voice low and soothing. “Let it all go.” The words seeped into Mia’s mind, weaving through the haze. Her eyelids grew heavy, her limbs slackened, and soon she was leaning into the sensation, falling deeper and deeper into the calm the pendulum promised.

As Mia settled into the trance, the woman’s smile turned sharper. “That’s a good girl,” she cooed, brushing a strand of hair from Mia’s face. “So willing to listen. So ready to hear the truth.”

A pause lingered, filled only by the ticking of the clock on the far wall. The woman leaned closer, her voice taking on a sweetly venomous edge. “You thought I didn’t know, didn’t you?” she said. “Poor, naive Mia. I’ve known about the affair for weeks now. With my husband. My husband, who’s old enough to be your daddy.”

Mia’s breathing deepened, her shoulders rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. She remained completely still, her expression slack, while the words settled into the corners of her hypnotized mind. The woman chuckled softly. “You never thought you’d get caught. But now, here you are. And here I am.” She reached out, lightly tapping Mia’s cheek. “You’ll be such a good girl from now on, won’t you, Mia?”

As Mia’s body slackened in the chair, the woman—still unnamed but with a calm, calculated demeanor—leaned in closer, her words smooth as silk. “You don’t need all those silly grown-up thoughts,” she cooed. “They’re heavy, aren’t they? So tiring. Wouldn’t it be nice to let them go?”

The pendulum swung steadily in front of Mia, and with every pass, her mind seemed to unravel a little more. Each suggestion the woman made peeled away another layer of Mia’s self-control. She was like a spider, spinning a delicate, intricate web, until Mia was caught entirely.

“You don’t need to worry about silly things like self-control,” the woman murmured. “It’s too much work. Just let go.”

Mia’s breathing slowed. A soft, dazed expression spread across her face. Her body grew looser, more pliable. Her legs, slightly parted in the chair, trembled as her fingers moved to her lips. Her thumb hovered there, then slipped between her lips without a second thought.

“There’s a good girl,” the woman said softly, watching as Mia suckled her thumb, her mind a foggy, submissive haze. She crouched before Mia and brushed a hand over her knee. “No more big girl worries. No more holding it in. Just let everything happen as it should.”

And then, slowly, it happened. The front of Mia’s panties dampened, a small, spreading warmth that quickly turned into a full release. The woman stayed perfectly still, only smiling wider as Mia’s face went slack with shame.

The woman stood and fetched a folded diaper from the nearby table. “It’s all right, Mia. You don’t have to feel bad. I’ll take care of you now.” She spoke with a saccharine tone, her hands deftly removing Mia’s soaked panties and sliding the diaper beneath her. Mia barely reacted, save for a faint flush of embarrassment as her thumb stayed firmly in her mouth.

Just as she pulled the diaper snug and began to secure the first tape, the door opened. The husband entered, his steps slow and deliberate. He paused in the doorway, the scene before him frozen in time: Mia mid-change, her thumb in her mouth, the woman standing over her, hands still on the diaper. The air hung thick with tension, and then the husband’s voice broke through. “What’s going on here?”

[reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeko]

You'll be fine, just be nice and beg (pt.2)

So, I wanted to give a bit more of a scenario type thing rather that just basic how they'd act- this was the best I came up with on 2 hours of sleep sorry if it sucks <3

I promise there are a LARGE Handful of TWST boys that would make you beg for anything. All smug and shi and they get away with it cause they’re pretty😒

Trey likes being a bitch about it too.

He just made some new treat, you were over, and you were STARING. Just waiting for him to get the hint and offer you one.

He'll act nice and polite and then he's giving the most devious glance in your direction.

"Hm? Need something?"

Bitch ass-

"Oh You want one?" He's turning to look at you, raised brow as he holds one just i n c h e s from your lips. "Say please, and Beg."

He's waiting, oh and don't even try to reach for it or bite it from his hand till you do what he says, hes pulling his hand away and tisking like he's dissapointed in you 😞

And once you give in, he's smirking and snickering as he lets you have the treat.

"There you go, wasn't that hard was it?"

Jade honestly finds it entertaining.

you're at the Mostro Lounge's bar with Jade, just watching him clean up and try some new drink recipes.

He makes one that looks really good in your opinion, So you ask if you can taste it, simple yes or no right?

No. Becasue why would Jade ever make something simple.

"Oh?" He looks at you and smirks, leaning his elbows on the bar. "Surely if you want it so badly, you'll beg for it, yes?" His smirk goes back to his usual smile.

You wanna punch him in the fucking face. But you know you'd get your shit rocked. So you dont :(

Eventually you just say fuck it and give in.

SHIT EATING ASS GRIN. "Oh im sorry I didn't quite hear you, could you repeat that?"

He makes you do it two more times before chuckling and sliding you the drink.

It had mushrooms in it :(

Lila takes every chance he can get to make you beg him for something.

"Oh humor this old bat wont you?"

Your both in his dorm, up late playing Sevens knows what, and Lilia has a bottle of soda next to him.

You ask him to hand you the drink, not looking away from the screen.

He smirks, draping himself over you and giggling. "Beg"

"Lils are you serious-" "Yes now beg or dehydrate."

You pause the game just to stare at the old fae batting his lashes at you.

WIth a sigh you give in, and he lights up.

"Again, You sound simply adorable kufufufufu!"

He hands you the soda just as you're about to smack him.

It was slightly flat, and he constantly replicates the way you begged randomly to piss you off.

Can you tell Jade pisses me off😭

[mcrdvcks]

tum hi ho (you are the one)

summary: You take Logan to a family wedding, where he also gets to experience part of your culture.

word count: 5k+

pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader

notes: so... this is incredibly self-indulgent. i was trying to come up with ideas to write and then i had something pop into my head, "what if i took logan to a family wedding?"

it's a hell of a lot different than an american wedding, though not too different since they are incredibly americanized (at least the ones i've been to). so thus, this was born! enjoy reader taking logan to a family wedding and him trying indian food!

here are a few translations:

mone: boy

mole: girl

warnings/tags: reader is half white/half indian, reader has a younger brother, indian-american wedding, (southern) indian food

“All you need to do is look… nice.” You said, fixing Logan’s dress shirt collar. “Most of the guys—well, older guys—will be wearing kurtas. No one wears a suit.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, tugging uncomfortably at the collar you had just adjusted. “You could've warned me earlier, princess. I'm not exactly known for blendin' in at parties.”

“It's not a party,” you corrected gently, smoothing out a wrinkle along his shoulder. “It's a wedding. And I promise you'll be fine. They’ll love you.”

Logan snorted softly, a skeptical grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Right. A bunch of your distant relatives meeting your mutant boyfriend? Sure, what's not to love?”

You laughed, patting his chest playfully. “You know what I mean. They’re family. They're obligated to be nice. Besides, my dad’s already warmed everyone up, apparently.”

He raised his eyebrows again. “Your dad talkin’ me up, huh? Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” you admitted, stepping back to admire your handiwork. The white button-down was perfectly tailored to Logan’s frame. You smiled appreciatively. “But he likes you. He thinks you're tough. And trustworthy. And he said you eat like a real Punjabi guy, so he's impressed.”

“Guess the ol’ man and I got somethin' in common after all,” Logan chuckled, relaxing slightly. “Does your mom have any pointers for me?”

You shook your head with a smirk. “Her exact words were ‘be yourself.’ But maybe... a less grumpy, slightly friendlier version of yourself.”

Logan sighed dramatically, feigning offense. “You callin’ me grumpy, sweetheart?”

“Not grumpy,” you corrected with a mischievous grin. “Just… intense.”

He leaned in closer, a teasing glint in his eyes. “You didn't seem to mind intense last night.”

You laughed, pushing him away lightly. “Behave. My dad's going to be there, remember?”

“Don't worry,” he assured, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I'll be on my best behavior. For you.”

You looked up at him, softening as you met his warm eyes. “Thank you for doing this, Logan. I know it's not exactly your thing.”

He shrugged lightly, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his voice dropping to a gentle rumble. “I’d do anything for you, doll. Even sittin’ through a three-hour wedding ceremony where I don't understand a word.”

You smiled warmly, sliding your hands along his chest. “You won't be the only one lost, trust me. Even I don't always know what's going on. Just smile, nod, and eat everything my aunties give you, and you'll be fine.”

“Eat everything, huh?” Logan asked with a grin. “Now that, sweetheart, is something I'm good at.”

You laughed again, shaking your head. “I'm serious, Logan. You're gonna get force-fed if you're not careful.”

He leaned in, pressing a quick, gentle kiss to your lips. “Sounds like my kinda challenge.”

---

The wedding reception was held in a large civic center. As soon as the doors opened, the smell of food and loud, overlapping talking washed over the two of you.

Logan paused in the doorway, eyebrows raised at the bustling scene before him. "You weren't kiddin' when you said your family was big."

"Technically, I think I'm related to maybe a quarter of these people," you admitted, scanning the crowded hall. "The rest are family friends, distant relatives, and people my dad probably hasn't seen since he was ten."

Logan let out a low whistle. "Well, darlin', you're already beatin' me. I can count my livin' relatives on exactly zero fingers."

You nudged him gently with your elbow. "You're part of my family now, remember? That automatically bumps you up by a few hundred."

He chuckled quietly, placing a warm hand at the small of your back as you both stepped into the lively hall. "Lucky me."

Almost immediately, your dad spotted you both from across the room and began waving enthusiastically. You laughed softly, raising your hand in acknowledgment. "Brace yourself. Here he comes."

Your dad reached you in seconds, grinning from ear to ear. "Y/N! Logan! Glad you made it. Come, come—I’ll introduce you."

He barely waited for a reply before guiding you through the throng of guests. You glanced back at Logan apologetically as your dad propelled you forward, but Logan just smirked and mouthed, "I'll survive."

Your dad stopped in front of a table crowded with smiling faces, all eyes turning curiously toward Logan.

"Everyone, this is Y/N's boyfriend, Logan. Logan, these are my cousins and their families."

Logan offered a polite nod and his best friendly smile, though you could tell he felt slightly out of his depth. "Nice to meet y'all."

An older woman with kind eyes and a warm smile immediately took his arm, guiding him gently toward an empty chair at the table. "Sit, sit! You must eat, mone."

Logan looked toward you for reassurance, eyebrows lifted. You laughed softly, nodding encouragement. "Go ahead, Logan. She's not going to take no for an answer."

He chuckled as he allowed himself to be led away, throwing you a playful glare. "Remind me again why I let you drag me here, princess?"

"Because you love me," you called back cheerfully, causing several relatives to chuckle good-naturedly around you.

Your dad watched Logan for a moment, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "He'll be fine, Y/N. Trust me."

"I know," you agreed warmly. "Thanks for prepping everyone."

Your dad shrugged modestly, eyes twinkling. "All I had to say was that he's tough, can handle spicy food, and makes you happy. That was enough."

You shook your head with a smile, watching as Logan cautiously accepted a plate heaped high with various dishes. "He's tougher than he looks. He'll survive."

Your dad squeezed your shoulder gently before wandering off to greet more guests, leaving you free to rescue Logan, who was now attempting to navigate the mountain of food he'd been handed.

You slid into the seat beside him, leaning in close with a grin. "How are you holding up?"

Logan glanced at you, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Not sure what half of this stuff is, doll, but it smells damn good."

You laughed, leaning closer to point at his plate. "That one's paneer, it's like cheese. That one's chicken tikka, and that's butter chicken."

"And the green one?" he asked skeptically.

"Palak paneer. Spinach and cheese. Trust me, it tastes better than it looks."

Logan smirked playfully, already scooping up a bite. "Long as it's edible, you won't hear any complaints from me."

You smiled fondly, watching him take a cautious bite. His eyes widened slightly, then softened with genuine appreciation. "Damn. That's actually pretty good."

"You sound surprised," you teased lightly.

He leaned closer, voice lowered conspiratorially. "Not surprised. Just didn't expect spinach to taste that good."

You laughed, resting your hand comfortably on his thigh under the table. "Stick with me, Logan. I'll expand your horizons."

Logan tilted his head slightly, regarding you warmly. "You already have, sweetheart."

You felt your cheeks warm, looking down shyly before meeting his eyes again. "You're turning into a real charmer tonight."

He shrugged lightly, a teasing glint in his gaze. "Maybe it's just the good food and the pretty girl sittin' next to me."

Your heart fluttered slightly, and you bit back a pleased smile. "Careful, Logan. Keep talking like that, and you'll start setting expectations around here."

He chuckled softly, nudging your shoulder lightly with his own. "Wouldn't wanna disappoint your family."

Someone, one of your dad’s cousins and her husband, came over to you. “Would you mind watching Olivia? Amber is throwing a bit of a tantrum, and we need to calm her down.”

You nodded immediately, smiling gently. "Of course. I'd be happy to."

They gave relieved smiles, handing off a sleepy-looking toddler dressed in a small pink and gold lehenga before quickly disappearing into the crowd.

Logan glanced at you, raising a curious eyebrow. "Got yourself a plus-one there, sweetheart?"

"Looks like it," you laughed softly, adjusting Olivia comfortably on your lap. She blinked at Logan sleepily, clearly sizing him up. "Olivia, this is Logan. Can you say hi?"

Olivia stared at him silently, thumb in her mouth, seemingly unamused. Logan grinned slowly, leaning closer and softening his voice. "Hey there, kid. Tough crowd, huh?"

Olivia continued her quiet observation, large brown eyes unwavering.

"Don’t take it personally," you teased Logan, shifting Olivia carefully so she was comfortable. "She barely talks to me either."

Logan shrugged easily, continuing to eat with one hand. "I get it. Big scary guy, unfamiliar face. It takes some getting used to."

You laughed, gently smoothing Olivia’s dark hair. "She'll warm up eventually."

As the reception continued around you, Logan’s plate slowly emptied. True to your predictions, every auntie who passed by checked to make sure he had eaten enough. Logan gave polite nods and grateful smiles, even taking a second helping of naan and butter chicken to their enthusiastic approval.

Olivia eventually began squirming, fussing quietly in your lap. You bounced her gently, whispering soft reassurances. "Hey, mole. Your mama will be right back, okay?"

But the toddler was not having it. Her soft whimpers turned quickly into a louder, tearful wail. Logan’s attention snapped to you, a look of mild panic flickering across his face. "You okay there, doll?"

"Yeah," you sighed, trying to comfort Olivia, who had fully started crying now. "She’s just missing her mom, I think."

"Here," Logan offered gently, holding out his arms. "Let me give it a shot."

You hesitated, uncertain, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you sure?"

He chuckled, eyes gentle. "I ain’t completely helpless, princess."

You carefully transferred Olivia to Logan’s broad arms, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through your chest at the sight. Logan cradled the little girl gently, quietly shushing her in a soothing tone that made your heart flutter.

"Hey now, kiddo," Logan murmured softly, bouncing her lightly in his arms. "None of that. It ain’t so bad."

To your amazement, Olivia's cries quieted somewhat. She peered up at Logan through teary eyes, clearly confused by the unexpected stranger holding her.

"That’s it," Logan continued, voice gentle and low. "You’re alright."

You stared openly, unable to hide your soft smile. "You’re really good at that."

He glanced sideways at you, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Don’t sound so shocked. I’ve looked after plenty of young mutants back at the mansion. A toddler ain’t too different."

Your smile widened, watching him gently rock Olivia. She had now quieted entirely, sleepily snuggling against Logan’s chest.

Aunties around the table were already exchanging approving smiles and whispering appreciatively. You chuckled quietly, shaking your head. "Careful, Logan. Keep this up, and you'll be the star attraction."

He gave you a soft look, eyes warm as they met yours. "Long as I impress you, doll, I couldn't care less what anyone else thinks."

You felt your cheeks heat, heart skipping slightly at the quiet sincerity in his voice. You reached out to softly squeeze his knee beneath the table, unable to hide your pleased smile. "Consider me very impressed."

A comfortable silence settled between you as Logan continued to gently bounce Olivia, careful not to disturb her now-closed eyes. You found yourself leaning closer, lightly resting your head on his shoulder, taking in the tender sight of the notoriously tough Wolverine cradling a sleeping toddler.

"Maybe we should bring you to family functions more often," you teased quietly, eyes sparkling. "You seem to fit right in."

Logan grumbled quietly, though you could hear the smile in his voice. "Don’t push your luck, sweetheart."

At that moment, Olivia’s parents finally returned, looking slightly frazzled but visibly relieved at the quiet, peaceful sight before them.

"Thank you so much," Olivia’s mom whispered gratefully, gently taking the sleeping child from Logan's careful grasp. "I see she warmed up to you. She hardly sleeps for anyone."

Logan shrugged lightly, shooting you a subtle, playful smirk. "Guess I got the magic touch."

Olivia’s parents exchanged smiles, warmly thanking you again before disappearing into the crowd. You nudged Logan softly, smiling. "Magic touch, huh?"

He chuckled, wrapping a casual arm around your shoulders and pulling you close against his side. "You know it, princess."

You relaxed against him, feeling strangely content amidst the noise and chaos of the crowded hall. Logan’s steady presence beside you was comforting, reassuring.

Then, your dad and mom, along with a few others, walked over to you and Logan. “Ah! Look at you! You’ve grown up so much.” They said something else, but you couldn’t understand what.

Your dad chimed in, “this is my uncle. He asked if you’ve gotten any mango lassi or idli.”

Your great-uncle smiled warmly at you, speaking again in rapid Malayalam. You glanced helplessly at your dad, who chuckled softly.

"He said he remembers how much you loved idli when you were little," your dad translated patiently.

"Oh!" you said, brightening instantly as memories flashed back. "Yeah, I still love idli. It's one of my favorites."

Your great-uncle nodded enthusiastically, clearly pleased by your reaction. He turned to Logan, speaking again in Malayalam with a welcoming grin.

Logan raised his eyebrows slightly, giving you a questioning glance. You laughed gently, squeezing his arm reassuringly.

"He said he's glad you're here," your dad clarified, still smiling. "And he asked if you've tried mango lassi or idli yet."

Logan shook his head politely. "Haven’t gotten around to it yet, but it sounds like somethin' I shouldn't miss."

Your great-uncle nodded again approvingly, gesturing animatedly toward the tables laden with food. Your dad laughed softly, nodding along.

"He said you should both eat," your dad translated, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "And eat a lot. Especially the idli. He says it’s good luck at weddings."

"Then I guess we better not disappoint," Logan replied easily, giving your great-uncle a grateful nod.

You smiled warmly, leaning in slightly to whisper to Logan, "We should go grab some. Trust me, you'll love idli."

"Lead the way, princess," Logan murmured, sliding his hand warmly against the small of your back again.

You and Logan moved toward the buffet tables, weaving carefully through the bustling crowd. Logan kept a careful hand resting on your back, eyes alert as he navigated the unfamiliar setting.

"You really ate this stuff as a kid?" Logan asked curiously, examining the round white cakes as you reached the idli platter.

You nodded with an affectionate smile. “Apparently I really liked it as a kid. My mom even bought an idli maker so she could make it.”

Logan eyed the soft, round idlis carefully as he picked up one, clearly uncertain of exactly what to expect. “Looks like a fluffy hockey puck,” he muttered, glancing at you with mild amusement.

You laughed softly, reaching past him to spoon some sambar onto his plate. “Here. You have to eat it with this.”

He watched you carefully, eyebrows raised. “And this stuff is?”

“Sambar,” you clarified with a patient grin. “Kind of like vegetable stew, but spicy and tangy. You dip the idli in it.”

Logan made a small grunt of acknowledgment, placing another idli on his plate with cautious optimism. “If you liked it as a kid, it can’t be half bad.”

“Oh, careful there, Logan,” you teased softly, eyes sparkling playfully. “Trusting my childhood taste buds?”

“Never steered me wrong yet,” he answered lightly, glancing around before leaning in slightly, voice lowered teasingly. “Besides, even if it’s awful, I’ll pretend to like it for your uncle.”

You smiled warmly, nudging his shoulder affectionately. “You’re a good sport.”

He shrugged easily, walking with you toward an empty spot at a quieter table. “I said I’d survive, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you agreed, settling into your chair. “And you’re doing great.”

Logan picked up an idli, carefully dipping it into the sambar before hesitantly tasting it. You watched him closely, biting back an amused smile as his expression shifted from cautious curiosity to quiet appreciation.

“Well?” you prompted teasingly.

He swallowed thoughtfully, eyebrows raised in mild surprise. “Damn. It’s actually good.”

You laughed softly, leaning closer with an affectionate smile. “Told you.”

Logan glanced sideways at you, lips curving into a playful smirk. “Alright, princess. You win. Your childhood taste buds pass the test.”

You smiled warmly, taking a bite of your own idli as a comfortable silence settled between you. Logan continued to quietly enjoy the new dish, relaxing slightly as the chaotic background noise became a distant hum.

Your dad appeared suddenly beside your table, smiling fondly as he observed the two of you together. “You both enjoying yourselves?”

You nodded happily, gesturing to Logan’s plate. “He’s officially a fan of idli.”

Your dad chuckled appreciatively, shooting Logan an approving nod. “Good choice. Idli is always a safe bet.”

Logan grinned lightly, setting down his fork. “Still got that mango lassi to try, though.”

Your dad raised his eyebrows with exaggerated seriousness. “Now, that you absolutely cannot skip. It’s mandatory at every wedding.”

Logan glanced at you with mild amusement. “Mandatory, huh? Guess I better get to it, then.”

Your dad patted Logan lightly on the shoulder, warmth clear in his expression. “I’ll grab a couple glasses for you two. Enjoy yourselves.”

As he disappeared into the crowd, Logan leaned back slightly in his chair, watching you quietly.

“What?” you asked softly, feeling suddenly shy under his gentle gaze.

He shook his head with a quiet smile. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Just didn’t expect to feel so… welcome here.”

“Of course you’re welcome,” you murmured warmly, placing your hand lightly on his thigh. “Everyone loves you already.”

He snorted quietly, eyes twinkling. “Only because you bribed me with idli and sambar.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No bribery necessary. You’re doing all the charm work yourself.”

He leaned closer, lowering his voice gently. “Must be your good influence rubbin’ off on me, princess.”

Your heart fluttered, and you smiled softly. “Maybe it’s mutual.”

His eyes softened as he took your hand gently, thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles. “Maybe.”

You both turned at your dad’s return, smiling gratefully as he handed you each a tall, cold glass of mango lassi. Logan raised his glass with mock solemnity, eyes glinting mischievously. “To mandatory wedding drinks.”

You chuckled, clinking your glass lightly against his. “Cheers.”

Logan took a careful sip, pausing thoughtfully before raising his eyebrows appreciatively. “This is… damn good.”

Your dad laughed again, patting Logan’s shoulder proudly. “I knew you’d like it.”

“Careful, Dad,” you teased softly, taking your own sip of lassi. “You might spoil him.”

Your dad shrugged lightly, eyes warm with affection. “He’s part of the family now. It’s allowed.”

Logan shifted slightly beside you, a faint flush creeping across his usually confident expression. You squeezed his hand under the table reassuringly, giving him a warm glance.

As your dad wandered off again, Logan leaned toward you slightly, voice low. “He keeps sayin’ that like he means it.”

You smiled softly, eyes sincere as they met his. “He does. They all do. My dad doesn’t joke about family.”

Logan’s eyes softened further, a quiet warmth seeping into his gaze. He cleared his throat lightly, shifting a bit awkwardly. “Well, I… uh… appreciate that. Means a lot.”

You reached up, softly cupping his cheek. “You mean a lot. To me and to them. Don’t ever doubt that.”

He leaned subtly into your touch, eyes closing briefly before opening again to fix you with a gentle, affectionate stare. “Don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, doll.”

Your heart melted, and you smiled tenderly. “You’re just you. That’s more than enough.”

His mouth curled into a slow, genuine smile. “Careful. Keep talkin’ like that, and I might start thinkin’ I actually belong here.”

“You do,” you whispered softly, thumb gently brushing against his jawline. “You absolutely belong here. With me.”

Logan took a slow breath, something vulnerable flickering briefly across his features before his usual playful bravado returned. He tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling. “Guess that settles it then. I’m officially keepin’ you.”

You laughed quietly, shaking your head affectionately. “Oh? Glad we finally got that cleared up.”

He grinned softly, squeezing your hand lightly. “Me too, sweetheart.”

You leaned gently into his side, contentment spreading warmly through your chest as Logan’s arm wrapped comfortably around your shoulders. The joyful chaos of the reception carried on around you, but in that quiet, shared moment, nothing else mattered.

Then, your younger brother sat down next to you, tapping away on his phone. “What’re you doing?” You asked.

“I’m ordering food,” he mumbled, eyes still glued to his phone as he scrolled quickly through options.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “There’s literally mountains of food here, Jamie.”

He shrugged, not bothering to look up. “You know I don’t really like Indian food. There’s nothing for me here except naan, and I can’t eat just bread all night.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head affectionately. “Naan is delicious, though.”

Logan glanced at your brother curiously, smirking slightly. “You picky about food or somethin’?”

Jamie sighed dramatically, finally lifting his eyes from the screen to look at Logan with exaggerated patience. “Not picky. Just selective.”

Logan chuckled softly, giving you an amused glance. “Selective. Got it.”

You leaned closer, trying to peek at Jamie’s phone. “What are you ordering?”

“Pizza,” Jamie answered immediately, tilting the screen slightly so you could see. “Just cheese and pepperoni. Safe bet.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, leaning back casually in his chair with a teasing grin. “Guess not everyone’s brave enough for spinach hockey pucks, huh?”

You laughed, gently nudging Logan’s shoulder with your own. “Hey, don’t knock my childhood favorites.”

Jamie rolled his eyes lightly, tapping the screen again to finalize his order. “You two can have all the spinach hockey pucks you want. I’m sticking to my pizza.”

“Well, what about this?” You reached over to the middle of the table and grabbed a papad, “you like these.” You held it out to him as he grimaced.

“No.”

“No?” You broke off a small piece before shoving it in his face. “Eat it.”

Jamie scrunched his nose, leaning back to dodge your persistent hand. “Y/N, seriously—stop it.”

“Just one bite,” you insisted, laughing as you chased his reluctant movements. “You ate this all the time when you were little. You even ate it at Uncle James’ house like a year ago!”

Jamie gave you a pained expression, leaning dramatically away from the papad you were practically shoving at him. “Y/N, stop. I'm serious—this stuff is so weirdly crispy.”

Logan chuckled quietly beside you, watching the sibling interaction with obvious amusement. He leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed as he observed the spectacle. “Kid’s got a point, princess. Maybe he just doesn’t wanna relive his childhood right now.”

You shot Logan a mock glare, but your lips twitched into a smile despite your best efforts. “He’s just being stubborn.”

“I am not stubborn,” Jamie argued indignantly, finally snatching the papad from your hand with exaggerated annoyance. “Fine. One bite. Happy now?”

“Very,” you replied smugly, grinning as Jamie took a reluctant nibble, his face twisting slightly as he chewed.

“It tastes exactly the way I remember,” he admitted grudgingly. “Like crispy nothing.”

Logan barked a laugh, shaking his head at Jamie's pained expression. “Guess you ain't impressed, kid.”

Jamie shrugged easily, placing the papad back onto your plate. “Not really my thing. You two can keep your weird, crispy food.”

“Your loss,” you laughed softly, crunching on the papad casually. “This stuff is great.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” Jamie sighed, returning to scrolling through his phone again. “Pizza’s on the way, by the way. Thirty minutes.”

“Make sure you actually leave enough room for cake,” you warned playfully. “Aunt Kavya spent days on it.”

Jamie rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I always have room for cake.”

Logan chuckled softly, glancing sideways at you with quiet amusement. “Kid’s got his priorities straight, doll.”

You smiled, resting your head lightly against Logan’s shoulder, your hand finding his under the table again. His fingers threaded easily with yours, gently squeezing your hand. The soft warmth of his palm against yours felt reassuring in the chaos around you.

“So, Jamie,” Logan said casually, leaning forward slightly with a teasing smirk. “Any pointers for a guy who's still tryin' to figure out your family?”

Jamie glanced up, finally giving Logan his full attention. His expression softened slightly as he tilted his head thoughtfully. “Honestly? Just smile, nod, and eat whatever someone puts on your plate.”

Logan gave you a pointed look, amusement flickering in his gaze. “Sounds suspiciously familiar.”

“See?” You grinned, elbowing him gently. “Told you I wasn't exaggerating.”

Jamie shrugged easily. “It works. And if you're stuck, just look like you're enjoying yourself, and they'll leave you alone.”

Logan chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “Good advice, kid.”

Jamie’s phone vibrated suddenly, and he looked down, eyes lighting up in relief. “Pizza’s here already. That was fast.”

He stood quickly, pocketing his phone. “I'll be back.”

“Good luck out there,” you teased lightly, watching him slip through the crowd toward the exit.

Logan shook his head softly, eyes dancing with amusement. “He’s somethin’ else, isn't he?”

“Yeah, he is,” you agreed affectionately, smiling as Jamie disappeared from sight. “But I wouldn't trade him.”

“Didn’t think you would, doll,” Logan murmured warmly, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your temple. “Family seems important to you.”

You looked up at him, smiling gently. “It is.”

Logan hesitated slightly, his gaze quietly thoughtful. “Never really had that myself, y’know? At least not one that stuck around.”

“You do now,” you murmured firmly, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Jamie might act aloof, but he already likes you. Dad clearly does too. Even Mom was talking about you earlier today. Face it, Logan, you're stuck with us.”

He chuckled softly, looking down at your intertwined fingers with a gentle smile. “Guess I can live with that.”

Before you could respond, an older woman appeared beside your table, beaming brightly at both of you. You vaguely recognized her face from family gatherings over the years, but you couldn't quite place her name.

“Beta,” she began warmly, her attention immediately drawn to Logan, “You’re not eating enough! You must try the gulab jamun—it's delicious.”

Logan blinked slightly, shooting you a subtle questioning look. You squeezed his hand again gently, leaning closer. “It's a dessert. Really sweet, but I think you'll like it.”

Logan smiled politely, turning back to the woman with a gracious nod. “Thank you, ma'am. I’ll be sure to try it.”

“Good, good,” she beamed, clearly satisfied with his polite acceptance. “You’re a very handsome young man. Y/N chose well.”

You felt your cheeks heat, and you ducked your head slightly in embarrassment. Logan glanced at you with a teasing smirk, his eyes sparkling. “Hear that, sweetheart? I’m handsome.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head affectionately. “Careful, Logan. Your ego's gonna start taking up space in the room.”

The older woman patted Logan affectionately on the shoulder, clearly amused by your interaction. “Very charming. Keep this one, mone.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Logan answered immediately, voice full of playful sincerity. “Ain't lettin' go anytime soon.”

The woman smiled warmly before wandering off to another table, satisfied with her matchmaking efforts.

You turned slightly toward Logan, an amused smile tugging at your lips. “Look at you, charming all the aunties.”

Logan chuckled quietly, shrugging slightly with a small smirk. “Guess I just got a knack for it.”

“Clearly,” you teased softly, eyes sparkling mischievously. “You sure you don't secretly enjoy all this attention?”

“Maybe just a little,” he admitted grudgingly, a playful glint in his eyes. “But don't go spreadin' that around.”

“Your secret's safe with me,” you murmured warmly, leaning in closer.

A gentle voice interrupted the two of you, and you looked up to see your uncle approaching, his son and daughter trailing behind him. He smiled warmly as he reached you, affectionately squeezing your shoulder.

“Y/N, Logan,” he greeted warmly, nodding toward Logan. “It's good to see you both.”

“You too, Uncle,” you replied sincerely, smiling at your younger cousins, who immediately gave you polite, slightly shy nods.

Your uncle gestured to Logan warmly. “You holding up alright, Logan? These big family gatherings can be overwhelming.”

Logan chuckled softly, nodding appreciatively. “So far, so good. Y/N's been a good guide.”

Your uncle laughed lightly, clearly pleased by Logan's easy answer. “Glad to hear it. And don't worry—you're family now. Anything you need, just ask.”

“Appreciate that,” Logan replied sincerely, relaxing visibly at your uncle's kind words. “Means a lot.”

Your uncle gave you a gentle, approving nod, clearly happy with Logan’s comfortable presence at your side. “I'll leave you two be. Just wanted to check in.”

“Thanks, Uncle,” you murmured warmly as he turned away, ushering your cousins toward another table.

You glanced up at Logan, noting the quiet warmth in his expression. “You doing alright?”

He smiled softly, eyes tender as they met yours. “Better than alright, doll.”

You leaned comfortably against him, warmth blooming softly in your chest. Logan’s arm tightened subtly around you, pulling you just a bit closer.

“You were right, princess,” Logan murmured softly, brushing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “They really are a good bunch.”

You smiled contentedly, squeezing his hand gently. “Told you so.”

Logan chuckled quietly, shaking his head in amusement. “Should know better than to doubt you by now.”

“Exactly,” you teased softly, eyes bright with affection. “Stick with me, Logan, and I'll always steer you right.”

He gave you a warm, tender glance, his voice dropping to a soft rumble. “Trust me, sweetheart—I ain't goin' anywhere.”

You sighed contentedly, leaning your head comfortably against his shoulder, feeling perfectly at ease despite the joyful chaos around you. Logan's steady presence beside you felt solid, reassuring, and entirely right.

For tonight, you were happy just enjoying this moment together, knowing Logan had truly become part of your family.

[shy9-29]

Waiting For You ✶ [s.jy]

“I loved you in silence, while you kept running back to her.”

SOMAR𝒊O ─── A heartbroken friend silently suffers as the one they love keeps returning to the person who hurts him. 엔하이픈 제이크 𝐱 𝑓. reader ✉️ wc. 3.7k ✶ careful ! skinship, kissing, nicknames, jakes lwk an ass, cheating, heart break, not proof read 🔖 genre. romance, drama, angst, friendship, tragedy, unrequited love, emotional fiction

📕 a/n — omg I’m back after 500 years and yes I’m still writing lost in Seoul and I WILL FINISH IT I PROMISE.

Jake and you had been best friends for seven years, ever since that random high school orientation day where you two bumped into each other, both lost in a crowd of strangers. Since then, you���d seen the best and worst of each other—been there through every heartbreak, every triumph, every awkward phase. You were the kind of friends who knew exactly what the other was thinking, even when no words were spoken. He made you laugh when you wanted to cry, and you were the anchor he could always rely on when everything else felt like it was falling apart.

When Jake started dating Yunjin, you had seen the change in him. He was happier, more radiant. Yunjin seemed to be the perfect fit for him—smart, beautiful, and funny, with a sense of adventure that matched his own. Watching them together, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy—not because you wanted Jake for yourself, but because you could see how much he was in love with her. It made you wonder if you’d ever find that kind of connection.

But now, as you sat in your car on a quiet Wednesday night, your phone buzzing in your hand, you realized that your best friend had just been torn apart.

—

“Hey, you busy?” His voice came through the phone, sounding strained, like he’d been holding something in for a while. “Can you come over? I—I really need to talk.”

You didn’t even hesitate. You knew that tone in his voice. Something was wrong. You threw the car into gear, speeding toward his apartment.

When you arrived, the place was quiet, too quiet. The lights were dimmed, the kind of atmosphere that felt almost too heavy for a normal night. You opened the door slowly and called out for him, your voice echoing against the walls.

“Jake?”

He was sitting on the couch, looking smaller than usual, as if all the energy had been drained from him. His hair was a mess, and his usually sharp eyes were red and hollow, rimmed with exhaustion and something deeper. It looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“Jake, what happened?” you asked, stepping into the room.

He didn’t answer right away, staring at his hands, then glancing up at you, as if he was seeing you for the first time in a while. His expression was empty, a ghost of the confident guy you had known for so long.

“Yunjin… she cheated on me,” he said quietly, his voice breaking on the last word.

You felt the floor drop out from under you, your body freezing. Yunjin, his girlfriend of more than a year? The girl who was always smiling at him, the one who made him so happy? It didn’t make sense. You couldn’t wrap your mind around it.

“Wait, what? How do you know?” You stumbled over your words, trying to make sense of the situation.

“I—I saw the messages. She was texting some guy, saying things… things that she shouldn’t be saying to anyone but me. I confronted her, and she didn’t even try to deny it. She told me it just happened, like it was no big deal. Like I meant nothing.”

The way he said it broke something inside of you. It wasn’t just the betrayal that hurt him. It was the way she had dismissed everything, made him feel like he wasn’t worth the effort. You wanted to say something—anything—to comfort him, but you couldn’t find the right words. How do you comfort someone who’s been told they’re not enough?

“I’m so sorry, Jake,” you whispered, sitting beside him on the couch. “That’s… that’s awful.”

“I don’t even know what to do anymore,” he admitted, his voice hollow. “I thought we had something real. I thought she was the one.”

You wanted to say that she wasn’t the one—that someone who would betray him like that didn’t deserve him. But you kept quiet, letting him speak, because deep down, you knew it wouldn’t matter. He had already made up his mind. He was in love with her. No matter how much it hurt, he would never stop caring.

“I just feel… empty,” he said after a long pause. “Like everything I thought was real doesn’t matter anymore.”

You wanted to pull him closer, to take all that pain away, but you knew you couldn’t. You had never seen Jake this broken, and the thought of him like this, unable to fix himself, made your heart ache.

“Jake,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “You’re not alone. I’m here. I always will be.”

He looked up at you then, his eyes full of emotion. He didn’t say anything right away, but you could feel something shift in the air between you. It was subtle, like a crack in the foundation of everything you’d known.

—

The days that followed were a blur. Jake spent most of his time holed up in his apartment, brooding and distant. You would text him, check in, but every conversation felt like pulling teeth. He wasn’t the same person anymore. He was angry, hurt, and confused, and he was taking it out on everyone, including you.

But then, after a few days, he started calling more. The first time, you answered quickly, hopeful that maybe he was starting to move forward.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, y/n,” he said, his voice a little steadier than before. “I don’t think I can let her go. I keep thinking that if I give it one more shot, maybe… maybe things will be different.”

Your heart sank, and something inside you recoiled. You wanted to scream at him, to tell him that he was better off without her. That he was worth more than this constant cycle of heartbreak. But you couldn’t. He was your best friend, and you couldn’t stand to see him hurting, even if it meant he had to go back to her.

“You don’t have to do this, Jake,” you said quietly. “You deserve someone who loves you for you. Not someone who treats you like… like this.”

He was silent for a long time. When he finally spoke again, there was a quiet, resigned tone in his voice.

“I know, y/n. I know. But I don’t know how to stop. I can’t just forget her. I don’t think I can move on.”

You didn’t have the strength to argue with him anymore. You could hear the pain in his words, and you knew he wasn’t ready to hear what you had to say. Maybe, deep down, you knew that nothing would stop him from going back to Yunjin. Not yet. Not when his heart was still clinging to the idea of her.

A week later, you received a text from him: I’m going back to her. I need closure. I need to know if this is the end or if I can fix this.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to beg him not to go. But instead, you just typed out a quick response: If that’s what you think you need… I’m here when you’re ready.

And so, he went back to her.

It felt like an eternity before Jake reached out again. You hadn’t heard from him in days, and you were starting to worry. You knew he had tried to mend things with Yunjin, but something inside you kept telling you it was a mistake. That he was only setting himself up for more heartbreak.

Then, one night, you got another message from him.

“She did it again,” the text read. “She cheated on me. She left me for good this time.”

You felt your heart break for him. You wanted to reach out, to pull him into your arms, to tell him that you had been there all along. But instead, you just stared at the screen, tears filling your eyes. He had tried so hard to make it work, but in the end, he was left with nothing but more pain.

When you saw him the next day, he was a shell of the person you once knew. His eyes were empty, his posture slumped. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, like he hadn’t eaten. You wanted to tell him everything would be okay, but the words got stuck in your throat.

“I’m sorry, Jake,” you whispered, your voice shaky as you wrapped your arms around him. He didn’t pull away. He just let you hold him, his body stiff and fragile against yours.

“I just… I don’t know what to do anymore,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “I thought… I thought she was the one. But now, I don’t even know who I am without her.”

You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall freely. This wasn’t fair. He deserved so much more than this endless cycle of heartbreak.

“You don’t need her, Jake,” you said softly. “You never needed her to be whole. You’re enough on your own.”

But even as the words left your mouth, you knew it wasn’t true. You knew that Jake wasn’t ready to hear that. Not yet. Not when his heart was still so tangled up in Yunjin.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now, y/n,” he whispered. “I feel so lost.”

You held him tighter, but a part of you knew that no matter how tight you held on, it wasn’t going to be enough. Jake was always going to be searching for something that wasn’t there. He was always going to be looking for closure, for answers that would never come.

And you? You were always going to be the one standing in the background, waiting for him to see you. Waiting for him to realize that you were there, always there, even when he was too broken to see it.

But for now, all you could do was hold him, knowing that the person he needed most was never going to be the one he chose.

You loved him. But he would never love you the way you needed. And that was the hardest truth of all.

oh wow I never cried that bad while writing something! 200 notes for pt 2 | masterlist

[uhhlifeig]

Ice Bath - March 26 - word count: 361 - @wolfstarmicrofic

“Truth or dare, Sirius?” James asked, grinning stupidly.

“Dare, duh,” Sirius said, grinning right back. “Hit me with your best one.”

His grin turned menacing. “I dare you… to jump into the lake with your clothes on.”

SIrius’s eyes widened. “It’s the middle of February, Prongs- it’ll be like an ice bath!” he protested.

“Oh, are you too scared, Sirius?” Marlene cooed from her place in Dorcas’s side. “Is the big, bad Beater scared of the cold?”

“Sod off, McKinnon,” Sirius grumbled. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

~~~~~

The walk to the Black Lake felt like a perp walk.

Sirius was surrounded on all sides by his friends, who were making sure he wouldn’t escape or run off, or something, and the set of Rmeus’s face seemed particularly grim.

“Alrighty, Pads, go on,” Peter said as they reached the lake. “Jump in, it’s not going to eat you.”

“You don’t know that,” Sirius said, but he still took a running start to dive into the water.

His first thought was that it was cold.

His second thought was that he couldn’t see anything.

Quickly, Sirius propelled himself upwards, his head breaking the surface. He shot his friends a glare and doggy-paddled to shore.

“Was that enough?” he asked, teeth chattering. He gestured to his sopping-wet robes. 

“Very much so,” Mary cackled. “You look like a wet dog, Black.”

“Fuck you, MacDonald. I need to get dry, now- please tell me one of you brought your wand.”

They all exchanged a look. “No, I don’t think any of us have a wand,” James said slowly. “Mine’s on an armchair in the common room.”

There were murmurs of assent and apologies.

Remus stepped forward, holding a bundle that Sirius hadn’t noticed earlier. “Sorry, Pads, they’re idiots. I brought extra clothes, though- you want them?”

“Please.” Sirius shivered. “I can’t feel my feet anymore.”

Remus handed the clothes to him. “Alright, here. They’re wrapped in a towel, so you can dry off.”

“If I weren’t dripping lake water right now, I would kiss you,” Sirius announced seriously.

“So?” Remus cocked an eyebrow. “Kiss me, coward.”

“Later, when I’m dry and not freezing to death,” Sirius promised.

[dandelionsunset1210]

14 for the fluffy dialogue prompts 💗

“You give the best hugs.”

– – –

I watch helplessly as Katniss grips the back of a chair while her next contraction hits. I try to rub her hips, remind her to breathe, but mostly I just wait. Wait until it ends, and the fight goes out of her body as she slumps back against me.

“I’m so sick of being pregnant,” she says.

“Well the good news is, I think you’re almost done,” I say.

Katniss gives a weak chuckle as we sway slowly back and forth.

“What are you most excited for?” I ask. “And don’t say the baby. I mean the most trivial, selfish desires about not being pregnant.”

“Hunting without being out of breath before I even make it to the woods,” she says immediately.

“Good one. What else?”

“Being able to see my feet.”

“Yeah, that’s a classic.”

“Eating cookie dough straight from the bowl. Wearing my own clothes again. Hugging you.”

“Hugging me?” I ask, bemused.

She nods. “You give the best hugs,” she sighs wistfully. “And I miss being flush against your body when you hold me, with nothing between us.”

“Sounds like you’re describing more than just hugging,” I mumble.

“Well, add that to the list too,” she laughs.

Another contraction hits and Katniss goes silent. She reaches down and grabs my hand from her hips and squeezes it with all her might.

“They’re getting closer together, love. You’re almost there.” I kiss her temple.

When it’s over, she turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. I reciprocate as best as I can, but I have to admit it’s a bit tricky to maneuver myself around her belly.

“See what I mean?” she says, as if reading my mind.

“Sorry love. In a couple days, I promise to give you the best hug of your life to make up for all of it.”

Katniss snorts. “It still kind of sounds like we’re talking about more than hugging.”

“Well, that too, in due time,” I chuckle. “Are you ready to lay back down?”

“No, I’m letting gravity do its thing,” Katniss says stubbornly. “The sooner I get this baby out the sooner I get that hug.”

[a-stars-art-blog]

Susatoooo the sweetest girl everrrrr

Idk maybe im biased but it seemed like the game liked pushing the idea that Albert would be good friends with Ryuno and Susato and I think that’s the cutest thing ever AHHHH

[warlenys]

i so want to meet all the men who comment things like “people who think that house and wilson are gay just haven’t had a close male friendship” not at all because i think they’re wrong it’s the opposite i’m fascinated by them i think they’re living in a beautiful world and i wanna learn from them secrets that i’m clearly not enlightened enough to yet understand but also i mean a few of them have gotta be gay and i wanna help those ones but the others i think could help me

[lanternlightss]

me when im in a yearning competition and my opponent is frieren the series

[collegeoflore]

see and i guess the thing that makes me crazy about the whole relearning intimacy is that xarrai is doing the same thing. in different ways and for different reasons they are both people who have almost never been touched if not for pain or sex or some other sort of Use. and i think that for the two of them that shared experience makes the whole thing like… almost kind of funny? here we are, two guys who are supposed to be experts at intimacy, and we’re giggling like schoolgirls after the most chaste little kiss. it’s all just another joke only the two of them are in on, another conspiratorial little moment they share. or at least it’s easier to see it that way than to see it for what it Is (being madly in love)

[ekingston]

SO HERE IS THE WHOLE STORY (SO FAR).

I am on my knees begging you to reblog this post and to stop reblogging the original ones I sent out yesterday. This is the complete account with all the most recent info; the other one is just sending people down senselessly panicked avenues that no longer lead anywhere.

IN SHORT

Cliff Weitzman, CEO of Speechify and (aspiring?) voice actor, used AI to scrape thousands of popular, finished works off AO3 to list them on his own for-profit website and in his attached app. He did this without getting any kind of permission from the authors of said work or informing AO3. Obviously.

When fandom at large was made aware of his theft and started pushing back, Weitzman issued a non-apology on the original social media posts—using 

his dyslexia; 

his intent to implement a tip-system for the plagiarized authors; and 

a sudden willingness to take down the work of every author who saw my original social media posts and emailed him individually with a ‘valid’ claim,

as reasons we should allow him to continue monetizing fanwork for his own financial gain.

When we less-than-kindly refused, he took down his ‘apologies’ as well as his website (allegedly—it’s possible that our complaints to his web host, the deluge of emails he received or the unanticipated traffic brought it down, since there wasn’t any sort of official statement made about it), and when it came back up several hours later, all of the work formerly listed in the fan fiction category was no longer there. 

THE TAKEAWAYS

1. Cliff Weitzman (aka Ofek Weitzman) is a scumbag with no qualms about taking fanwork without permission, feeding it to AI and monetizing it for his own financial gain; 

2. Fandom can really get things done when it wants to, and 

3. Our fanworks appear to be hidden, but they’re NOT DELETED from Weitzman’s servers, and independently published, original works are still listed without the authors' permission. We need to hold this man responsible for his theft, keep an eye on both his current and future endeavors, and take action immediately when he crosses the line again. 

THE TIMELINE, THE DETAILS, THE SCREENSHOTS (behind the cut)

Sunday night, December 22nd 2024, I noticed an influx in visitors to my fic You & Me & Holiday Wine. When I searched the title online, hoping to find out where they came from, a new listing popped up (third one down, no less):

This listing is still up today, by the way, though now when you follow the link to word-stream, it just brings you to the main site. (Also, to be clear, this was not the cause for the influx of traffic to my fic; word-stream did not link back to the original work anywhere.)

I followed the link to word-stream, where to my horror Y&M&HW was listed in its entirety—though, beyond the first half of the first chapter, behind a paywall—along with a link promising to take me—through an app downloadable on the Apple Store—to an AI-narrated audiobook version. When I searched word-stream itself for my ao3 handle I found both of my multi-chapter fics were listed this way:

Because the tags on my fics (which included genres* and characters, but never the original IPs**) weren’t working, I put ‘Kara Danvers’ into the search bar and discovered that many more supercorp fics (Supergirl TV fandom, Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor pairing) were listed.

I went looking online for any mention of word-stream and AI plagiarism (the covers—as well as the ridiculously inflated number of reviews and ratings—made it immediately obvious that AI fuckery was involved), but found almost nothing: only one single Reddit post had been made, and it received (at that time) only a handful of upvotes and no advice. 

I decided to make a tumblr post to bring the supercorp fandom up to speed about the theft. I draw as well as write for fandom and I’ve only ever had to deal with art theft—which has a clear set of steps to take depending on where said art was reposted—and I was at a loss regarding where to start in this situation.

After my post went up I remembered Project Copy Knight, which is worth commending for the work they’ve done to get fic stolen from AO3 taken down from monetized AI 'audiobook’ YouTube accounts. I reached out to @echoekhi, asking if they’d heard of this site and whether they could advise me on how to get our works taken down.

While waiting for a reply I looked into Copy Knight’s methods and decided to contact OTW’s legal department:

And then I went to bed.

By morning, tumblr friends @makicarn and @fazedlight as well as a very helpful tumblr anon had seen my post and done some very productive sleuthing:

@echoekhi had also gotten back to me, advising me, as expected, to contact the OTW. So I decided to sit tight until I got a response from them.

That response came only an hour or so later: 

Which was 100% understandable, but still disappointing—I doubted a handful of individual takedown requests would accomplish much, and I wasn’t eager to share my given name and personal information with Cliff Weitzman himself, which is unavoidable if you want to file a DMCA.

I decided to take it to Reddit, hoping it would gain traction in the wider fanfic community, considering so many fandoms were affected. My Reddit posts (with the updates at the bottom as they were emerging) can be found here and here.

A helpful Reddit user posted a guide on how users could go about filing a DMCA against word-stream here (to wobbly-at-best results)

A different helpful Reddit user signed up to access insight into word-streams pricing. Comment is here.

Smells unbelievably scammy, right? In addition to those audacious prices—though in all fairness any amount of money would be audacious considering every work listed is accessible elsewhere for free—my dyscalculia is screaming silently at the sight of that completely unnecessary amount of intentionally obscured numbers.

Speaking of which! As soon as the post on r/AO3—and, as a result, my original tumblr post—began taking off properly, sometime around 1 pm, jumpscare! A notification that a tumblr account named @cliffweitzman had commented on my post, and I got a bit mad about the gist of his message :

Fortunately he caught plenty of flack in the comments from other users (truly you should check out the comment section, it is extremely gratifying and people are making tremendously good points), in response to which, of course, he first tried to both reiterate and renegotiate his point in a second, longer comment (which I didn’t screenshot in time so I’m sorry for the crappy notification email formatting):

which he then proceeded to also post to Reddit (this is another Reddit user’s screenshot, I didn’t see it at all, the notifications were moving too fast for me to follow by then)

... where he got a roughly equal amount of righteously furious replies. (Check downthread, they're still there, all the way at the bottom.)

After which Cliff went ahead & deleted his messages altogether. 

It’s not entirely clear whether his account was suspended by Reddit soon after or whether he deleted it himself, but considering his tumblr account is still intact, I assume it’s the former. He made a handful of sock puppet accounts to play around with for a while, both on Reddit and Tumblr, only one of which I have a screenshot of, but since they all say roughly the same thing, you’re not missing much:

And then word-stream started throwing a DNS error.

That lasted for a good number of hours, which was unfortunately right around the time that a lot of authors first heard about the situation and started asking me individually how to find out whether their work was stolen too. I do not have that information and I am unclear on the perimeters Weitzman set for his AI scraper, so this is all conjecture: it LOOKS like the fics that were lifted had three things in common:

They were completed works;

They had over several thousand kudos on AO3; and

They were written by authors who had actively posted or updated work over the past year.

If anyone knows more about these perimeters or has info that counters my observation, please let me know!

I finally thought to check/alert evil Twitter during this time, and found out that the news was doing the rounds there already. I made a quick thread summarizing everything that had happened just in case. You can find it here.

I went to Bluesky too, where fandom was doing all the heavy lifting for me already, so I just reskeeted, as you do, and carried on.

Sometime in the very early evening, word-stream went back up—but the fan fiction category was nowhere to be seen. Tentative joy and celebration!***

That’s when several users—the ones who had signed up for accounts to gain intel and had accessed their own fics that way—reported that their work could still be accessed through their history. Relevant Reddit post here.

Sooo—

We’re obviously not done. The fanwork that was stolen by Weitzman may be inaccessible through his website right now, but they aren’t actually gone. And the fact that Weitzman wasn’t willing to get rid of them altogether means he still has plans for them. 

This was my final edit on my Reddit post before turning off notifications, and it's pretty much where my head will be at for at least the foreseeable future:

Please feel free to add info in the comments, make your own posts, take whatever action you want to take to protect your work. I only beg you—seriously, I’m on my knees here—to not give up like I saw a handful of people express the urge to do. Keep sharing your creative work and remain vigilant and stay active to make sure we can continue to do so freely. Visit your favorite fics, and the ones you’ve kept in your ‘marked for later’ lists but never made time to read, and leave kudos, leave comments, support your fandom creatives, celebrate podficcers and support AO3. We created this place and it’s our responsibility to keep it alive and thriving for as long as we possibly can.

Also FUCK generative AI. It has NO place in fandom spaces.

THE 'SMALL' PRINT (some of it in all caps):

*Weitzman knew what he was doing and can NOT claim ignorance. One, it’s pretty basic kindergarten stuff that you don’t steal some other kid’s art project and present it as your own only to act surprised when they protest and then tell the victim that they should have told you sooner that they didn’t want their project stolen. And two, he was very careful never to list the IPs these fanworks were based on, so it’s clear he was at least familiar enough with the legalities to not get himself in hot water with corporate lawyers. Fucking over fans, though, he figured he could get away with that. 

**A note about the AI that Weitzman used to steal our work: it’s even greasier than it looks at first glance. It’s not just the method he used to lift works off AO3 and then regurgitate onto his own website and app. Looking beyond the untold horrors of his AI-generated cover ‘art’, in many cases these covers attempt to depict something from the fics in question that can’t be gleaned from their summaries alone. In addition, my fics (and I assume the others, as well) were listed with generated genres; tags that did not appear anywhere in or on my fic on AO3 and were sometimes scarily accurate and sometimes way off the mark. I remember You & Me & Holiday Wine had ‘found family’ (100% correct, but not tagged by me as such) and I believe The Shape of Soup was listed as, among others, ‘enemies to friends to lovers’ and ‘love triangle’ (both wildly inaccurate). Even worse, not all the fic listed (as authors on Reddit pointed out) came with their original summaries at all. Often the entire summary was AI-generated. All of these things make it very clear that it was an all-encompassing scrape—not only were our fics stolen, they were also fed word-for-word into the AI Weitzman used and then analyzed to suit Weitzman’s needs. This means our work was literally fed to this AI to basically do with whatever its other users want, including (one assumes) text generation. 

***Fan fiction appears to have been made (largely) inaccessible on word-stream at this time, but I’m hearing from several authors that their original, independently published work, which is listed at places like Kindle Unlimited, DOES still appear in word-stream’s search engine. This obviously hurts writers, especially independent ones, who depend on these works for income and, as a rule, don’t have a huge budget or a legal team with oceans of time to fight these battles for them. If you consider yourself an author in the broader sense, beyond merely existing online as a fandom author, beyond concerns that your own work is immediately at risk, DO NOT STOP MAKING NOISE ABOUT THIS.

PLEASE check my later versions of this post via my main page to make sure you have the latest version of this post before you reblog. All the information I’ve been able to gather is in my reblogs below, and it's frustrating to see the old version getting passed around, sending people on wild goose chases.

Thank you all so much!

[chastiefoul]

how they'd react when you wanted to sleep on the couch... just because.

fluff. light-hearted ft. gojo, nanami, sukuna, suguru, toji, choso

satoru

“baby scooch over.” a whispered voice along with a gentle nudge on the shoulder woke you from your dozed off state. “hmm?” you mumbled out, blinking your terribly heavy lids open although to no avail they’re begging to keep themselves shut. satoru glanced at you with a frown on his eyes with a pillow held close to his body. “scooch over baby,” he pleaded, kneeling beside the couch you’re currently lying on.

“go back to bed toru,” you said softly, tugging your blanket closer. “but you’re not there,” he whined, intertwining his hand with yours as he attacked it with kisses, not letting you go back to sleep, especially if it’s without him. “i thought you said you’re going to be fine?” you asked, jogging the memory of him being all smug while saying you could do whatever you wanted. “that was not me, i would never say that,” he said promptly and goodness you didn’t know before someone’s lips could turned that much downward. you chuckled breathily, knowing this will happen sooner or later.

you scooted over on the big couch, leaving him the space he’d been begging for. you could have sworn you heard a squeal before you’re wrapped in satoru’s warm hold, his head resting snugly atop of yours. “no sleeping on here anymore. not without me,” he said into your hair, kissing it softly.

❀

nanami

“but why, love?” he asked, having a hard time comprehending your wish to sleep alone on the living room only because... you randomly wanted to? you chuckled looking at his bewildered face, an expression of someone who’s probably racking his brain upside down thinking that he’s done something wrong. “ken, i promise it’s just because i feel like it and no reason other than that.” you cupped his face, planting a soft kiss on his nose.

nanami looked a little relieved, albeit sullen, hesitant in asking whether he could invite himself in or you wanted a little time for yourself. and when it’s finally time to sleep it’s becoming more obvious that your lover wasn’t going to make it easy for you.

“need any more blanket honey?” he asked tapping the head of the couch as he stood there a tad nervous, knowing full well you got everything you needed since he insisted to be the one to prepare it. pillows, blanket, a hot drink, he’s got it all for you. “i’m perfect here, ken. you can go to bed,” you said with a reassuring smile, yet it did the opposite effect to the man.

“can i be here until you sleep, my love? it’s just that i feel like i wouldn’t be able to rest properly until i see you do the same.” he stroke your cheek softly with his thumb, and when you leaned into his touch he knew he’s gone for you. that there’s no way he could be asleep if he went back to the bedroom in that moment—unless you’re with him, of course. though, he didn’t say this, he just continued combing through your strands of hair, loving the peaceful expression on your face.

and unfortunately for the blond man, when it comes to these things his thoughts were written all over his face. you already caught on the fact that he wanted to lie down with you there yet his wish in prioritizing your wants refrained him from speaking his. you laughed a little, feeling a burst of fondness towards the tall man.

“on a second thought, can you sleep here with me ken?” he moved as quick as the sentence ended, already making his way under the blanket. he sneaked a hand around your waist, pressing your body closer against him. “i was kind of hoping you’d ask,” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. you snuggled closer to his chest, feeling utmost comfort as he rubbed your back gently.

“i know.”

❀

sukuna

not even ten minutes in trying to sleep on the said couch, sukuna had already carried you back towards your shared bedroom.

“but-“

“no.”

he put you on the bed gently, then he draped a blanket over as he tucked you in. sukuna has that look of a man who’s determined in keeping you there, and you already knew it’s a fight you could not win thus, you turned for another plan instead: pouting.

even until he got beside you as he rested his big hand on your stomach, you refused to look at him, crossing your hands in front of your chest. he sighed, “give me one good reason i should let you sleep out there,” he said exasperatedly. “cause i want some me time?” you claimed. even you weren’t sure why you’re battling him so hard on this.

“then have it here in this bed with me. you’ll get all cold later and cling to me later anyways. i’m just speeding up the process.” he replied, already closing his eyes.

“what a strange way of saying you couldn’t sleep without me,” you said, with a grin on your face. the feeling of his thumb moving against your skin brought you immense comfort, your impulsive plan long forgotten.

“if you already knew that then quit making it harder for me, brat.”

❀

toji

he stared at you who’s already making yourself comfortable on the couch, amused. “looking cozy there,” he said with a grin, a face of someone who’s up to no good. “yeah, it’s actually not ba-“ the sentence was cut off was your own squeal, toji had picked you up as he took your lying down position and put you top of him.

“you could’ve just asked first!” you fumed, hitting his bicep—which did more to you and it did him, how could one even get their muscle to be as hard as that? he just chuckled in response, putting a hand around your waist. “sorry doll, got too excited,” he said lazily, already seemed all happy, like he had all he needed.

and he did, with you close to him resting your head on his chest, knowing that you loved counting his heartbeat. the man was truly content.

“we really should get a bigger couch,” you mumbled. we should get everything you wanted, toji thought. but it’d be a bit much to say in the moment so instead he just continued rubbing your sides until you dozed off, plunging into the dream land.

“sleep.”

❀

suguru

“whatcha got there baby?” he asked, an easy smile on his face. there’s really no day with you where you didn’t make him tilt his head questioningly. “’m going to sleep here tonight,” you said, fluffing the pillow before lying down on it comfortably.

“okay, where’s mine then?”

“your what?”

“my pillow. you didn’t bring mine along yours?”

“oh well i just thought you’d want to sleep in the bed anyway?” you replied, and suguru looked like you just insulted him deeply. the couch dipped, he then lied down beside you on the same pillow, making him extra close as he embraced you. “i sleep where you sleep baby, you make me this way. i can no longer rest when i don’t get to hold you close like this,” he said softly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

you have a big smile on your face as he said this, inhaling his familiar scent as you put your arms around him. “that better not be a complaint,” you said, cuddling closer to the man.

“never.” he kissed your temple.

❀

choso

it seriously look like it killed him when he had to walk away from the room, leaving you to sleep by yourself on the couch. his steps were excruciatingly slow, taking as much time as he could in case you changed your mind.

“cho?” you almost laughed looking at the way he perked up, a hopeful expression on his face. “can you turn off the light on your way?” and it almost felt too cruel the way the sparkle on his eyes dimmed, his shoulders beyond slumped. he then practically had to drag his own feet before letting out a small nod.

you chuckled, couldn’t keep up with the teasing anymore. “i’m kidding baby, do you wanna get in here?” you lifted up the blanket, patting the empty space next to you. it was the fastest you’ve ever seen him, as he’s beside you in no time.

he clinged to you tightly, like he’s making sure as much of his skin made contact with yours, a satisfied smile on his face. his hair tickled your neck nicely, as you traced the area below his eye with back of your finger.

“next time you want something just ask, cho.”

[screampied]

☆ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, dad bod, mating press, protected -> unprotected, size kink, bręeding, praise, mdni.

it’s something hot about how husband! nanami just isn’t aware of how big he really is.

he’s insanely thick - easily stretching you with only just a few vast inches inviting its way in between your slippery entrance. the rubbery tip of the condom nearly snags against your gripping insides as he moves, hovering his soft weight above you. heavy, rushed pants of breath drag out from each lung as he looks down at you lovingly. just a mere glimpse of you, and he’s already ready to propose to you all over again.

“f.. fuck, sweetheart. hold on t’ me.” he’d grunt with two beefy arms held against either side of you.

curled twines of blond hair paint a nice bushy portion of his chest like a canvas. it starts near his neck before trailing further down toward his plump abdomen. nanami’s tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder, silently gasping at each veiny inch that disappears inside. “k- kento,” you moan, one of your legs hooking around his wide snapping waist. he’s hesitant before his hands pull your legs way up to your chest. “mmp- don’t stop, baby.”

“hah- promise,” he groans through clenched teeth, his jaw locking by the second. the stretch he creates was so good that it’s got nanami falling right into your chest. his body was practically akin to a pillow, and he’s squishing himself on top of you before your cunt squeezes around him. fuck- fuck- fuck- that same word chants in his empty brain, nearly slipping out a hoarse whimper at how slick you coated the entirety of his cock. “c’mon, sweetheart. open for me like ‘y always do. gooood, biiiig stretch for kento.”

but as he’s gradually bucking his unsteady hips into you while gently placing a hand on top of your tummy, the two of you are met with a loud abrupt ‘snaaap!’ sound, and nanami pauses.

literally - the condom pitifully snaps apart, ignoring gravity as the now ruined rubber tightens around his shaft. nanami’s panting in your neck as his entire body quivers over you before he mumbles out a raspy, “o.. oh.. shit.”

it’s rare for him to swear, but at that particular moment, you throbbed, impatiently chewing on the skin that lived on your bottom lip.

your bare heel rubs soothing circles around his tense back muscles as you suddenly meet his lustful gaze.

his eyes - they’re shining almost. the more you peer into his fawn, almond eyes, the more you got lost in his gentle, ardent stare.

“i- it’s okay,” you’d breathlessly mumble, feeling his dick retreat its way out of your sopping pussy. it’s a loud, sobbing ‘pshs’ sound that slops from your vocal pussy before you shakily whimper, “go raw, ken.”

“hah- dirty girl,” he’d groan, pressing three wet open-mouthed kisses against your temple. in immediate response, your body shudders underneath him as you hear as you feel him starting to shuffle.

with a single veiny hand, nanami snatches the snugly-fit condom off of his length before tossing it in the nearby trash bin. “ ‘m not sure if i’d last long…my lo- oh fuuuck.”

nanami’s dead silent.

shallow, shaky breath falls from his rose-colored lips as the v-shaped head of his blushing cock lightly taps against your slobbery cunt.

you’re so soaked, abundantly pouring from all sides as your legs remain prettily spread and folded. nanami himself couldn’t help but stare, openly gawking as he’s slowly creating a nasty full thrust.

just one-

a single thrust that’s making you both fall against each other at once. he’s laid right over your body, being careful not to crush you as he grunts at the occasional clenches of your cunt.

the best way to describe nanami was like a teddy bear, so soft ‘n round from all angles. with him having you in mating press, you’re feeling all of his weight plummet down onto you, each pound of his cock becoming deeper within every swallowing inch. it’s got you speechless, moaning continuously as a few strands of his chest hair collide against your skin.

“mmpf- s.. so big, ‘ken,” you’d moan, twisting your toes in anticipation at the raw friction.

he’s so big - even bigger without the rubber it seemed, and you gasped once you felt his soft foreskin slide its way inside. truth be told though, you’d never get used to his size no matter how many times he’s stuffed you full. your gummy convulsing walls merrily greeted nanami’s shaft as your arms wrapped around his rounded belly. “ugh- there, right fuckin’ thereee.”

“god- woman, you’re just.. huuh- askin’ for another baby,” nanami grumbles, blond brows creasing together as he tenderly rubs a wide palm in a circle around your tummy.

his dick’s thoroughly massaging through you perfectly, and he’s sucking his teeth at the natural feeling. your slickness coats him so good, and he’s still got you in the lewdest mating press with your knees shoved against your chest. “ ‘s that what you want, princess?” and as he speaks, his voice lowers, feeling your tummy anxiously tuck inward. “you’d look so pretty again all plump.”

with a look of meek, you cup his face, gently stroking a thumb over the crack of his parted, pouty lips. “mhm-” you’d nod, holding in a gasp once he presents your pussy with one vigorous thrust.

it’s sharp- and you whimper at how his cockhead slammed itself deep against your clit. as your thighs frantically shook, nanami holds them up before playfully tilting his head at your response.

“mhm?” he repeats your little mumble, a hiss nearly slipping through his clenched teeth as he pulls out before sloppily pulling back in.

the slimy squelches that followed were just the definition of wet. each dramatic-sounding squelch that yelped out between your legs had nanami on the verge of shooting blanks right then and there. not just there and there but inside you, too.

as dewdrops of sweat dribble from all sides of his head, nanami presses a sticky wet kiss against the crevice of your mouth. “use those pretty words, i wanna.. wanna hear my sloppy wife talk to me nice.”

“k— kentooo, please,” you’d whimper, writhing underneath his soft body. he’s pressed up against you, practically suffocating your body with his huggable warmth. each barreling inch he spent inside you had you drooling from the inside of your mouth. nanami hums, sneaking a kiss on your damp lips before feeling you claw a hand down his chiseled back. “hah- cum inside. f- fuck me.”

exactly at your sweet pleading words, you felt his dick throb inside of you. it’s more of a sporadic twitch, and it makes you let off a cute ‘ooooh!’

nanami slumps his head in between your sore jiggling breasts, sliding a tongue down the crack of your chest before groaning. “f.. fuck, when you ask me like that, can’t r- resist, honey,” and his voice dripped with such sensuous desire. nanami’s shaft greedily kisses its way against your pearled clit before his entire body erupts into vicious shakes.

he knew he wouldn’t last long at all - especially raw because once he’s starting to swell from the very tip, he’s gutturally groaning right between your tits. gluey golden strands of hair tickled against you as he’s cumming hard, whimpering into your chest.

nanami’s entire body quakes violently, and his thrusts switch from rhythmic to pathetically sloppy within seconds..

even still, you’re folded in such a pretty way, taking each slobbery drop that fills into your cunt deeply, and you moaned once his dripping tongue glides a path down toward your sensitive nipples. “mmph-” he’d grunt, muffling himself as he’s still dumping such a thick load.

nanami guides a hand down between your legs, smearing the back of his wedding ring against your flooding pussy. with a loud pop! your nipple wetly plops out between his lips and he holds still.

“take it, sweetheart. ‘s all for you,” nanami lowly whispers against your clammy chest, his heavy eyelids flapping shut. your warmth - it’s so balmy inside, and he’s already shuddering once his leaky tip sprinkles the final remnants of cum deep into your womb. it leaves a beautiful dry taste in his mouth, and nanami uses a thumb to spread a flap of your folds apart. “she’s s- so pretty.”

“f- fuck..” you’d suck in a airy moan, panting at the pitching faint spurts of wetness that echoes through your ears. gooey, thin torrents of cum run down the opening of your cunt as he pulls out, and you gasp once nanami suddenly flips you over.

now - you’re laid on your chest with your hips raised, ass arched up, and your neck most certainly raised.

“hah- forgive…me,” nanami throatily murmurs, using the back of his wedding ring once more to slither down your cream-coated pussy. his tone, it’s far lower this time—raspy with a bit of a smoky airiness to it.

oh- you were just an entire mess. he’s already licking his lips as he takes in the beauty of his wife’s backside, immediately feeling his sensitive dick twitch at the coarse, arching sight.

the way his cum just messily cascades down between your syrupy slit, splattering onto the silk white sheets in the process - he wanted more..

nanami hungrily rolls out his tongue before licking your pussy from top to bottom—shamelessly relishing in his bittersweet taste that soaks against his sizzling buds. the viscous mess glitters a sheeny filthy coat onto his pursed lips before he huffs, sitting back up.

with a soft little tap, you whine, feeling the familiar upturned curve of nanami’s hardened tip smack against your cum-slobbering entrance again and again..

“arch a bit more for me. atta girl, mhm- let’s.. hah- aim for triplets this time, my love..”

[lilaccmilk]

Couldn't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, face!

part 2

summary: merman bf who's obsessed with your boobs.

content warning: the reader is written as a female, he calls you ‘pretty girl’, mentions of boobs and pussy, nipple play, boobs sucking, cunnilingus, smut.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for soooo long.

Merman!Boyfriend who absolutely LOVES your boobs. He’s constantly wanting to touch them. If you’re in private, his hands are always fondling with them. If you’re in public, then he is constantly back hugging you, his arm grazing the underside of them.

His favourite way of hugging? It’s the kind of hug where he pulls you very close, both hands on your waist and your boobs pressed against his hard, sculpted chest. He grins when you tell him that you do know what he’s trying to do. But all he replies is with a shrug and “What do you mean pretty girl?”

He has always been curious about human bodies, but since he started dating you, he’s always touching some part. Your boobs though? They’re his personal playthings.

He has always just fondled them with his hands, imagine his surprise when he finds out that people suck on them too? He thinks he has never been more excited for anything.

That night you’re laid out bare in front of him as he just suckles on your nipples. Squishing them together and massaging them. When you ask him what has gotten into him, he pulls away hesitantly but replaces his mouth with his fingers playing with your nipples.

“You’ve never told me I can do this too pretty girl. You’ve been holding out on me yeah? Let me have this, I’ll fuck you so good later. I promise.”

Yeah so basically he’s just like a nasty dog, frothing and drooling at the mouth at the site of anything that accentuates your tits.

More often than not, he leaves your boobs very sore, but then he suggests that he’ll massage you very gently. Those times after he’s done massaging you (he never really is done, you just tell him to stop) he keeps his mouth and fingers busy in your pussy.

Absolutely filthy way of eating you out. Staying true to his promise he does fuck you till you see stars <3

[cutiefulism]

cw — pussy eating, pet names, caleb is a german shepard, uhhh idk what this is. soft sex soon guys pls 😓😓 fluff here n another smut here!

puppydog!caleb who begssss for a taste :(

“c-c’mon, pips, honey, baby, please? jus’ one time, and then i’ll leave you alone, i swear.”

and he looks so pathetic there, too — big, violet eyes peering up at you from between your legs, tail thumping on the rug behind him, furry ears pinned flat against his dark brown hair.

you’ve always been a sucker for cute things. how could you say no to a face like that?

a sigh blows past your pretty lips, and you roll your eyes. “okay, okay, fine.”

and caleb beams, ears perking up and tail swishing. “thank you, sweetness. i’ll be so good, i promise.”

oh, but you should’ve known caleb was lying.

because, i mean, get real. did you seriously expect him to stop after one orgasm?

he hasn’t been between those plush thighs in weeks, hasn’t felt them practically crushing his skull and jumbling his thoughts. it’s criminal to deprive him like this — call it animal neglect.

two big hands keep your legs spread apart and that delicious pussy on display for him. it’s so beautiful — he’s never seen one better.

well, he’s never seen one at all, save for the occasional porn video, but that doesn’t really count, does it? and he spent more of that time imagining it was yours rather than the girl on screen.

he’s snatched from his thoughts when you tug on his hair, pulling his face closer to that sopping mess, even as you whine for him to stop.

“c-caleb, you said just — fuck! — o-one.”

. . did he?

whoops.

a throaty chuckle reverberates against your poor labia, sending vibrations right up to your puffy clit, and you choke on a moan. “i meant one session, pipsqueak.” slurp. “‘s not my fault if ya took it wrong.”

your nails dig into his scalp, like you’re punishing him, and caleb barely stifles a whimper, his cock giving a nice twitch and a spurt of pre cum to add to the already massive stain in his briefs.

“no, you didn’t! you— ngh . . liar.”

his grin only grows wider.

you can call him whatever you want. he’ll let you call him a liar for the rest of his damn life if it means you’ll keep letting him touch you like this.

after all, what’s a few harsh, empty protests from you when caleb really knows how you feel?

how your cunt clenches down around his tongue, which you swear has gotten longer since the start of his little predicament, how your thighs squeeze and tremble around his head, greedily holding him in place, the way your moans grow more wanton and feverish in pitch . .

he’s going to get you to cum again.

when does he not?

“give it t’me, honey, thaaat’s it,” he coos, and that praise goes right to your head (and your pussy!).

you really don’t know how caleb got so good at this. he says he hasn’t been with anyone else, and you believe him, but . .

oh, there is no way he can be this good at pussy eating and you two have only done so occasionally.

but who are you to complain? he’s always been skilled, practically a natural at everything. this shouldn’t (and isn’t) an exception.

“ohh, i’m gonna cum—” you keen, back curving into the most delicious arch, and caleb only picks up his pace, licking and sucking, devouring every centimeter of your pussy he can.

he’s a man-dog starved, and you are the only thing that can satisfy him.

his lips latch onto your clit, sucking and thick tongue swirling while his fingers release your thigh and gather up a lewd mixture of his spit and your essence so that he can plunge two inside far enough to curl right at that spongey spot.

and you fall.

swollen lips parted in a silent ‘O’, one hand fisting the sheets while the other yanks at his hair. your legs quiver at each side of his head, and your hips should be too tired to even move, but they’re bucking into his face, grinding up like you’re trying to suffocate him.

though, in caleb’s opinion, this isn’t a bad way to go out. one of the best ways, actually.

he only pulls his face back when he’s positively sure you’re done, and he licks his lips. tasty.

he shifts up, so that he can see that fucked-out expression, eyes glassy and face flushed. “you’re so pretty,” he murmurs, and a hand comes up to push your hair back so he can lavish your face in kisses and licks.

“my pretty, pretty girl.”

you let out a tiny whine that breaks off into a yawn, and caleb’s smile softens. “yer pretty, too,” you mumble.

he snorts. “you’re prettier.”

your brows draw together. “nuh-uh.”

“yuh-huh.”

“nuh-uh!”

a thick finger flicks your forehead. “go to bed, pipsqueak.”

pregnant sex w puppy!caleb soon perchance.. also i might start back doing gradients but idk 🪫 ts kinda hard