#finally gave in a looked up a guide and now I’m actually able to enjoy the game more now that I have an idea of where I’m going lol

[silksongeveryday]

Drawing Hornet everyday until Silksong comes out - Day 425

requests by @/vivsruffles and @/dunkaccinothemoth !

[starb3rrys]

BSD men- Top, Bottom, or Switch?

Hi hi! Star here, just letting y’all know these are my personal thoughts and opinions, if you have a different opinion or headcannon you are welcome to comment on it! Id love to hear your thoughts!~ :3

Ft. Dazai, Atsushi, Fukuzawa, Ranpo, Poe, Mushitaro, Fyodor, Nikolai

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Dazai

Top

Let’s start with our lovely suicidal maniac, even though this man is openly flirty with people, he is very foreign to love and affection since his passes at people are always met with rejection. So you can imagine his dumbfounded face when you confessed to him. He couldn’t believe someone as sweet as you actually liked him. You were something valuable and precious in his eyes, the most perfect person in the world, his and his only. He can be very protective and possessive of you both in public, and private~

Sex with Dazai can go two ways, he can be very sweet and gentle or can also be very mean and rough, it really depends on the day and situation. If he had a good day, he will be the sweetest man alive. Kiss you all over and go slowly as to take his time with such a delicate angel, he will whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he praises you for taking him in so well. But, that sweet man is nowhere to be seen when he’s had a stressful day, he loves you, he really does but all he wants to do right now is just fuck you senseless. He will manhandle you like there is no tomorrow, he gives you no time to react before he slams his cock into your soft, warm, and wet cunt. The way he lets out deep grunts into your ear as he calls you such sinful words, he comments on how much of a good fuck toy you make. He loves you so much he just can’t get enough~

“My beautiful belladonna, you’re all mine all min-Ah!~ Oh fuck, yes just keep clenching around me like the sweet little cockhungry slut you are, Mmh!- show me how much you like it when I use you, you know you love it when I grip my hands around your waist like this don’t you? Haha!~ truly perfect.”

Atsushi

Switch, preferred bottom

Now our sweet tiger boy, Atsushi is very kind and gentle with everyone, especially you. He loves the dates you guys go on, the long talks you guys have and most of all, how much you care about him. He loves that your relationship is nicely balanced, he gives to you, and you give back, both in normal circumstances and in more “private” matters.

The first time you guys have sex, he was on top but he was very nervous of messing up, you reassured him that he would do just fine and you guided him through it all. After the first time, he felt more confident and continued topping for a bit, he enjoyed pleasing you and he loved the feeling of being in control, but he did want to try something new, he had fantasies of you riding him, and he finally grew the courage to ask you. The first time you were on top, he melted, he loved it so much, how you moved, the noises you dragged out of him, the sweet praises you gave him, he loved it all. After that he admitted he loved you dominating him, so you being on top was a very common occurrence!~

“Ah!~ Honey you look so beautiful on top of me, Gosh your body is so perfect, your curves drive me crazy-Oh Fuck~ I’m so happy you’re mine, I’m so lucky-Ah! God I love you, I love you so much.”

Fukuzawa

Top

The lone wolf himself, who would’ve thought he would be able to love? Not just that, he has utterly fallen hard. And i mean. Hard. After all the years he’s been alone, he has finally found someone to love and open up to. He loves everything about you, he loves your eyes, your personality, your features and most of all, he loves the way you make him feel, both emotionally and physically.

He loves to worship your body, he’s thankful for every second he’s with you, he cherishes those moments with all his heart. So don’t be surprised when you find yourself under him, hands caressing your body as moans mixed with sweet praises fill the room. He makes sure to go slow and take his time, each thrust is filled with love and care. Who would’ve guessed that the stone cold lone wolf would be so gentle?. But, sometimes when he’s stressed from work he won’t be so gentle, of course he’ll still be sweet, but his mind is just clouded with the feeling of being inside of you, knowing you’re his, and only his.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, I love how you look when you’re under me-Ah!~ I promise you, I’ll keep you safe from any harm for as long as I live, now please, let me worship you, and show you how much I love you.”

Ranpo

Switch, preferred bottom

Now for our little detective, Ranpo is not big on romance, to be honest he’s never really “like liked” someone, he loves his mysteries and snacks, they come first. But something about the moment when he first saw you changed him, for some reason he wanted to focus more on you than his mysteries. He offered you snacks which he never used to do with others. He starts to hang around you more and is genuinely interested in what you have to say. Fast forward to when you confess to him, he’s so happy, this new found feeling is something he loves. He loves how kind you are, but most of all, how sweet you are~

Ranpo is very much capable of topping you, he won’t lie he does love it, enjoys the moans full of praises you let out, telling him how good he feels and how much you love him it makes him go wild. He will do anything to drag those praises out of you. But Ranpo can be very lazy sometimes, so lazy sex and you being on top is pretty common. He loves that you are the one who serves him and all he has to do is just sit there and watch the show. He does moan but prefers to grunt as to not boost your ego, he knows you love it when you drag little moans from the worlds greatest detective!~

Mm~ gosh you feel so good love, keep riding me just like that, Mm-Ah! What? No of course I didn’t moan.. you’re gonna have to try harder than that to hear m- AH! Mm- haha~ now this is getting interesting~.”

Poe

Bottom

Oh my beloved submissive shy writer. Poe is very shy, quiet and passionate about his work, he’s the same way with you. Even if you’ve been together for quite a while, he’ll still be very shy around you, easily getting flustered at any little touch or compliment you give him. He’s such a sucker for you too, you’re his world, his poem, his song, his everything and he will do everything and anything to please you.

And in the bedroom it’s no different, he will do anything you ask, he will utterly be on his hands and knees for you. The praises you give him as you ride him send him over the edge, god does he love it when you are in control, the way you use him, the way you tease him, the way you make him feel as if he’s the only one who could ever make you happy, he just can’t help himself, all he can do is moan and beg for more, with these desires he tends to subconsciously grind into you, causing you to moan in return, poor boy, he doesn’t do it on purpose, he just wants so much more of you, he can never get enough. Sex with Poe is always full of passion and emotion, not just any casual sex, for him it’s something that can only be shared between you and him, his muse, his light, his life, his love.

“Please keep going don’t sto-AGH! FUCK! I’m the only one that can make you feel this good right? Oh god~ please tell me, am I doing good for you? my love, my muse, my beloved star! Ah!~.”

Mushitaro

Bottom

My beloved evidence destroyer, around others he acts sure of himself, confident even and his ability to commit a perfect crime just adds to that big ego delusion he’s got going on. Out in public he will keep the “I’m better than everyone” smartass act up, but behind closed doors it’s a completely different story. The man who was once proudly saying how he could best you in anything is now on the bed flustered out of his mind with his suit torn open and hickeys covering his neck.

He’s definitely all talk, you tease him about how he was bragging about being able to dominate you anytime he wanted to, yet he’s the one on the bed following orders. His face would be flushed, he avoids eye contact as much as possible, but when you grab his face he can’t help but just melt at your touch. When you instruct him to start touching himself, he does it with no hesitation, you can see it in his eyes, the desperation and the need to touch himself for you. He begs for you to help him, and when you do, it’s all over, he’s a moaning mess.

“Please darling, I need you to touch me I need to feel your hands around my cock, please I’ll do anything you ask me to- AH! Yes yes! Thank you, thank you please don’t stop, keep going I want to finish for you and only you.”

Fyodor

Top

This psychotic, degrading ass rat king, he may seem as if he’s very composed and doesn’t think about sex that much, but boy oh boy he cannot control himself around you. Just something about you, it makes him feel things he never thought he would. Lust and desire fill his mind, he just can’t have enough of you, how cute you are, how beautiful you look even as you cry and beg for mercy from him, god does he love it all.

He is a very big top, he loves the control and power he has over you, he gets off on the thought of him ruining you. You look so innocent and flustered under him, he just can’t wait to ruin you. He thinks you’re beautiful, the light of his life, despite that, his words are harsh yet smooth, he leans close to your ear and teases you about how desperate and cockhungry you look.

“Haha~ just look at you! So innocent looking as if you don’t dream and fantasize of me breaking you-Mm! My my, I presume from you getting tighter I was right, no worries I’ll make sure to ruin you in every way imaginable~.”

Nikolai

Dominant Bottom

Dear me, where do i start with this jester. With Nikolai it’s never boring and he makes sure of it! He is so lively around you, he loves how you can handle his random bursts of energy, how you never get tired of him no matter how much he annoys you. He loves the cute reactions you have when he teases or flirts with you. He cherishes the soft moments with you but he also loves the rough ones!~

He can absolutely dominate you any time he pleases, but he loves to have you on top of him. The idea of you being on top of him, riding him to your hearts content and desperately using him to get your self off, gets him off. Even though he allows you to be the dominant one, half of the time he’s the one in control. He tells you when to move and how, he teases you about how cute you look when you pout when he instructs you to stop moving, and loves the moans you let out as he starts thrusting upwards into you. Praise with a ton of teasing is his go to, seriously this man is something else.

“Oh fuck, just look at you! So desperate to get yourself off, God I love it when you get like this, just keep letting out those cute moans for m-Ah!~ haha~ go a bit slower, we don’t want the fun to end just yet now do we?~.”

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First smut writing I’ve ever done, I hope y’all like this one!~

If you’d like a part 2 with different characters just let me know! Love you all! <3

[sugarlywhispers]

p.jimin + gf gives him a blowjob

☆ — fem reader, nsfw, blowjob, swearing

☆ — a/n; this is an old reaction, now edited and reposted. enjoy! *wink wink*

Jimin grunted when the first lick of your tongue touched the head of his dick. You smiled. If there was something he liked the most, was the way you always took your time in blowing him.

Best blowjob he had ever felt in his life, he had praised you, so you thought you probably were doing something the right way.

Your tongue slid down his length, still not letting him pass your lips inside your mouth, licking every inch of it. Gently and slowly. Up and down. Tasting everything in your way, including the precum that already glided along his length.

“Fuck,” he cursed in a low voice. “Y-you’re going slow on p-purpose.”

You giggled, lips and tongue kissing and licking your way up again, and when you reached the head, you savored him as it was the most delicious ice-cream you ever had.

He looked down at you and cursed again in a moan, watching your tongue flat on the head of his dick, eyes closed enjoying what you were doing. “Ungh, I fucking love you so much… Shit– fuck,” his hands grabbed each side of you face, fingers interlacing with your smooth hair, but never putting pressure as his thumbs caressed your cheeks. 

Jimin loved to let you do whatever you wanted to him. And you loved to torture him like this, very slowly guiding him towards his release. But, honestly, it was just a matter of time before he would snap and have you face down on the bed, one of his hands surely grabbing your hair from the back while he pounded his cock deep inside you.

You loved that promise even more.

When you decided to add some strength and deepness in your sucks, Jimin was already a mess of moans under you. You were actually surprised, and thankful, of his self control in not thrusting his hips up and fucking your mouth yet.

However, you wanted him to finally snap, so when you slid his cock all inside your mouth, slowly deepthroating him, he lost it.

Jimin let his head drop back against the pillow and whimpered loud and clear, needy and hot, his lower belly trembling in pleasure. You stayed there a couple of minutes, thanking your skills of neglecting your gag reflexes, while his chest rose up and fell down in rapid intakes of breaths, his hips not being able to resist the instinct to thrust up.

“Holy fuck…” He finally breathed out after you let him go.

“Fuck my mouth, baby,” your voice was raspy, hand grabbing him by the base, getting ready to do it again.

But the next thing you knew, was that same pillow he was previously using against your face. One of his hands grabbed your hips pulling them up, while your upper body rested against the bed. He didn’t waste time, his cock thrusted balls deep in one go into your velvet and wet pussy, making this your turn to moan loud, the sound muffled thanks to the fabric of the pillow.

“Naughty girl… Sucking my cock makes you this wet, huh?” Jimin whispered in a playful tone against your ear, the hand that wasn't grabbing your hips slided up from your stomach, in between your breasts, holding your neck for a second that made you whine in need until his hand held your chin, two of his fingers playing with your wet lips, asking your permission for entrance.

You didn’t even try to answer anything else that weren’t moans and groans, because you knew that’s what he wanted, which you gave gladly opening your mouth, tongue already playing with his fingers.

Jimin gave one particular heavy and deep thrust as he growled in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, baby, just like you want it.”

And, God, did he fucked you how you wanted it...

[deexchanel]

BM4

Word Count: 2,995

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst, Fluff & Jealousy.

Summary: They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about.

A/N: I’M BACKK FRIENDSS! Might not be for a long time but definitely for a good time. For the sake of my chapters Liv is 4 instead of 3, carry on. mwahhh 🫦

**I'm going to come back to edit later, cause right now its getting irritating**

<<<<BM, BM2, BM3 >>>>

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“Lively.” Ryelle sighed after the phone call ended. She is not caving into no more sweet sucker bullshit. He chose Minka when he decided to stay with her. You want Ry? You should’ve left with her. “We haven’t fully celebrated your birthday since they planned an event yesterday. Are you sure you want to hang out with your Dad today?"

Lively contemplated the proposition being proposed at hand. This weekend has been crazy but it is this supposedly hot girl summer her mom keeps calling it. Her answer remained the same. “Yes! I want pasta"

“Ugh okay! I don’t know why you are cool with your Dad, he and I are beefing right now.” Ryelle shook her head, getting up from the counter. Lively climbed down from the seat giggling at her momma. They began making their way down the hallway. “Beef? What does that mean?” 

“It means when I see your Dad, I’m gonna.” She turned around picked up Liv and started swirling her around. The 4-year-old lets out her beautiful giggle, latching on to her mother. “Mommy, put me downn!!”

“Neverr!” Ry yelled playfully as she ran towards Liv’s room so they could change out of exercise clothes and into something cute. She dropped her gently on the bed. “Do you want to stay in this outfit or change?”

“Change!” Liv screamed while rolling around so she could get up from the pile of stuffed animals. “Changee? What you changing for girl?” Ry joked as she looked through Liv’s closet. Liv finally got out of the struggle and followed her mom into the closet. “So I can look pretty for Daddy like you do!”

“Like I do? Liv I get pretty for myself baby. We don’t get pretty for a man.” Ryelle turned around holding up two different colored tights. Lively jumped pointing at the yellow tights she wanted to wear. “We get pretty for ourselves.” Ry smothers her face with kisses. 

“Mommy.” She giggled turning red from all the love given. They proceeded their morning routine like no other as R&B played lowly in the background. Ryelle enjoyed moments like this with her baby girl and she’ll forever cherish them. She loves the bond they have, appreciating that she’s able to give love that she didn’t receive. 

Chris eventually texted her the location of the restaurant he wanted them to meet at. After putting on perfume and lipgloss, the girl was out the door, into the beautiful city.

Ryelle parked her Honda Accord near the entrance seeing the black suv’s, Chris’s security were most likely sitting in.

She turned down the music looking at Liv in her carseat. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liv gave a big smile.

Ryelle shook her head not believing she’s actually here. It’s still fuck Chris.

It took them a minute but they walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. When walking in, Ryelle went towards the hostess stand but security stepped in the way.

“Ryelle right this way ma’am”

“O-Oh Okay!” She responded a bit confused and was taken off guard. The security guided them to this gorgeous private section where Chris sat there looking at the menu. Liv’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Daddy!!”

She let go of her mother’s hand running towards her father. Chris sat the menu down instantly sliding out of his seat, kneeling with his arms wide open. “ Lively!!”

She ran into his arms giving him the biggest hug. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Princess.” He held her tightly, giving her the biggest kiss on her cheek. Ry checked out his outfit as she walked, starting to feel they were so under dressed as she got closer. He has a nice ass suit and they look like they’re going shopping at the mall what the hell.

By time Ryelle made it to the table, he stood up with Liv in his arms. He shifted her over to give Ry a hug but she waved him off.

That definitely made him raise an eyebrow but Liv captured his attention before he could speak on it. “Do I look pretty Daddy?”

Chris gave her a big smile, “You look beautiful my love. Your outfit is stunning.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and she let out a giggle. Chris was sitting with Liv in lap as they sat down at the table. Ry rolled her eyes mumbling, picking up the menu.

“With that expensive ass suit on and them ugly ass shoes.”

Chris looked up from the menu. “What you say?”

“You heard what I said.”

“What’s with the petty comments?”

"I'm just saying, you look as if you're going to a movie premiere while we look like we're going to a football game or something."

He held his hand up in defense,"Well I had an important meeting after our lunch date so-"

"Whatever Chris.", She waved him off.

Chris smacks his lips out of irritation from being cut off, letting go of the conversation cause he didn't like the attitude coming from Ry.

“Mommy said yall are beefing. What that mean?” Liv interrupted the conversation being her innocent self. Chris made a face towards his baby’s mother, now fed up with the secret animosity.

“We got a problem now? Ryelle I haven’t done shit to you and now you have a problem with me? What the hell.”

“Chris are we going to ignore the fact that your fiance pulled up on us kissing last night and we’re meeting today like everything normal! That doesn’t bother you??"

“No it doesn’t bother me cause I told you from the jump Saturday morning that I want this. I want my family Ryelle, I want you. You make me feel comfortable, make me feel like I belong!”

“That’s flattering Chris but you’re going about this wrong! All of this is wrong!”

“Me wanting to love you is wrong-”

“No it's how certain you were on marrying Minka last week now you’re wanting to marry me like what?! Do you hear how crazy that sounds!!”

Chris voice started to raise, sensing that Ryelle wasn't taking him seriously,“I don’t give a fuck about what's crazy any more. I am determined to get what I want and thats you!” Liv clutched onto his arm not liking the tone of his voice.

"Lower your voice." Ry grit through her teeth, seeing how antsy Liv was getting in his lap. Before Chris could respond, the waitress came to their table.

"Hi, what can I start you guys off with today?"

"We'll do the crab claws for our appetizer." Chris then turn his attention towards his daughter in his arms. "Liv do you want that as well or would you like something else?"

Liv peeked up a moment, speaking gently, "Mozzy Sticks."

"Mozzy Sticks it is love, anything else?"

She shook her head, going back to her cuddle spot knowing that her parent were going to start arguing as soon as the lady left. The things they talk about genuinely confuses her and she wishes they would stop arguing. Mommy told her that it is disrespectful for her to interrupt adults conversation but she is tired of hearing her parents bicker. Why can't her parents be like Melanie parents? They never argue.

Liv glanced back and forth between her parents as their conversation sparked as soon as the lady left like she said. Ugh!

" Am I wasting my time? You know I've been showing you how I’m into you but I do not received the same energy back.”

"Shit Chris, I need to be asking the same thing! I don't trust the fact that you claim that you are in love with me. Truthfully I've been in love with you since the first day we met, I've never stopped." Ryelle confessed as she runs her hand through her hair. She instantly fumbles with fingers knowing the conversation was getting deeper.

“I’m just not going to blurt something out like that. You’ve been gone for months and summers, you thought I was going to hop in your arms like that. No, I need time and reassurance.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, “I will Ry but you haven't been 100% with me either. ” It’s his turn now to do the grilling cause looking back, he doesn’t know much about Ry. “Are you dating or talking to another guy?”

Thank God, the waitress came over to the table with their appetizers. They gave the her their order of what they would like to eat. Liv sat up straight facing the table, she began eating along with her parents. After Ryelle took the first bite, she proceeded to give him the answer.

“I do talk to someone Chris…”

Chris looked up from his plate so fast, “What?? You’ve been having the men your dating around my daughter?!”

Ry looked at him in disbelief, “No! I don’t even play like that, plus that's not what you asked!!” irritation starts kicking back in. “Can’t believe you trying to play me!”

“I’m just stating facts. I need to know if you’re bringing her around them. Who is he? Matter fact, what’s his name??” Chris attitude kick in as he sat the fork down roughly. It clanked against the plate making Liv jump.

“Calm down with your aggressiveness, you’re scaring Liv!” Ryelle sat her fork down as well. Now she raised her voice, “PLUS, you can’t ask shit to me about who I’m dating. You just came back in the picture, slow your damn roll!”

“The fuck you mean I can't Ryelle, I’ve been expressing my love to you! I have every right to know!”

“Chris I will cuss you out if you don’t calm down.”

“Ryelle I’m just saying like be so real right now.”

“That don’t mean talk to me crazy!”

“You been talking to me crazy this whole time. Don’t fucking act stupid!”

“Chris do not make me knock your ass out! Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean that I’m bringing random men around Liv. I wouldn’t do no crazy shit like that!” Now Ryelle stood up from the table slightly leaning over it, she pointed at him. “Stop fucking playing with me!”

“You knew you had another guy in the picture, letting me look stupid confessing my love to you. I feel like a complete fucking fool!” Chris abruptly stood up as well, tightly gripping onto Liv. The swift movement made her smear the marinara sauce against her face and drop the cheese stick she held. That was it for Liv.

Lively began sobbing which instantly grabbed the attention of both her parents. “What’s wrong?!”

She squirmed out of his arms, running to the nearest corner of the room. Ryelle tries to call her but Liv rejected it.

“Lively, baby…”

"No!"

Ryelle is big on giving Liv her space when she starts crying. It took all her might not go over there and care for her baby. Both of them let out a sigh, knowing their conversation got way too heated between them. "Chris I'm sorry for having an attitude when we arrived and not keeping my cool. I shouldn't have been so caught up in us to realize this lunch date was meant for spending time with Liv, not arguing."

Chris grabbed her hand placing a kiss," Do not apologize Ryelle, I should've controlled my jealousy. I wanted to talk about us as much as you wanted to so this is both on us. I am truly sorry, please don't let this be a reason that I don't see her again." His face turned red a bit as tears welled into his eyes. Just thinking of his life without Liv's beautiful smile, crushes him.

"I wouldn't do that to you Chris, she deserves to be in your life." Ryelle pulled him into a hug. He gave her a squeeze as they hugged for a min. She pulled back from the hug hearing that Liv's cries have soften." We should go check on her now."

"Okay." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead and they held hands as they made way toward their daughter. Lively held her knees closes, while still wiping her tears. It broke their heart to see her like that, wanting to prevent situation like this in the future.

Both Chris and Ryelle squatted by their Princess. Ry spoke up softly,"Lively baby, Mommy and Daddy ruined your day with our problems. You're too young to be dealing with this and with that we are genuinely sorry Princess."

"Yes baby girl, we are genuinely sorry."

Lively looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Why you can't be like Melanie's parents?" She glanced between both her parents. "They don't yell, you always yell at each other. Is it about me? Is it s-something wrong with me?" Tears fell from her eyes. This broke Ryelle even more, she started crying while wiping the food from Liv's face.

"No! There isn't anything wrong with you Princess. Daddy and I were bumping heads that's all but no more of that."

" Lively Evans, you are perfect in every single way. Your mom and I will figure out this problem. I will make all of this up to you." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead, aw man his heart. "I love you and I love your mother to the fullest." He opened his arms, hoping that she would still come to him. Lively went back into his arms," I love you too."

They both let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding. A part of them hoped their daughter didn't hate them. During the interactions, the waitress brought their lunch but didn't want to interrupt. So they came back to the table to finish their lunch date.

Ryelle was quiet, so many things ran through her mind. She wants this, she wants Chris. There are just so many obstacles that come in the way. Do she just want keep her guard up or say fuck it and let him in? If she do, what are the consequences? Would she be happy? There are so many questions that Ryelle doesn't know if she wants to explore yet. She looked up from her plate of pasta seeing Chris and Lively in their own world sharing food plus jokes.

“Yeah, you get to meet my dog Dodger.”

“Dodger?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

She would love to see this sight for the rest of her life, man the love she has for this man is so strong. Ryelle didn't even know she had zoned out staring at the two loves of her life. "Mommy, what you looking at?"

That pulled Ry out of her trance to see them looking at her with confused expressions. "My bad guys, I was lost in my thoughts."

"She's not going to admit that she was staring at our beauty." Chris sassed to Liv's which made her giggle. Ryelle shook her head at their silliness, letting a smile creep unto her face "I wasn't."

"Oo Guess what!!"Lively spoke excitedly, looking up to her Dad. He gave her his full attention.

"What is it love bug?"

"I go to school tomorrow!"

Chris didn't understand why she mentioned school but he kept the conversation going," Are you excited? You get to hang out with your friends again."

Ryelle giggled at his confusion and spoke up in the conversation. "Chris you know she doesn't have a sense of time. She meant to say it's the first day of school tomorrow."

Now this had Chris excited, he get to experience a milestone. "First day of school Liv, that's great news! You’re a big girl now." Lively stood up in the chair, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped one arm around her to secure that she won’t fall.

"Yes Daddy! Are you going to be there when I go?"

"Even better sweetheart, I'll be there in the morning to drop you off and pick you up."

"Yayyy!!! Mommy did you hear that?"”

Ryelle gave her daughter a smile, “Yess, I heard the great news. I’ll have you up and ready by time he gets there.” Chris began poking Lively all over sending her into a giggling fit. During this whole time neither one of them have checked their phone.

Ryelle reached for her phone to check the time. It was 3:26 p.m. They had been there for over 2 hours. That made her wonder about Chris’s meetings.

“Uh Chris, what happened to your meeting? We’ve been here for the past two hours.”

“Oh crap, I haven’t checked my phone since you guys got here.”Chris facepalmed as he grabbed his phone probably checking thousands of messages. “I’ll get James to cancel it. Now let’s get the check then go out for ice cream, yeah?”

He canceled his important plans for them. He canceled…plans… for them… Ryelle just sat there fighting a smile from growing. They stared into each other eyes for a second but Ry broke it with tension rising,“Liv is ice cream fine?”

“Ice creamm!”

Ryelle smiled at them, cleaning up around the table. Chris stood up letting go of Liv for a moment, he sat down a couple bills from his pocket. She leaped into his arms and Chris caught her in time.

“Oomf.”

“Liv be careful baby.” Ryelle cautioned as she grabbed her purse from the chair. Chris grabbed Ry hand as they began walking out of the restaurant.

“How about I spend the rest of the day with you guys?” Chris questioned once they stood in front of her car. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not taking no for a answer.”

Ryelle looked away in shyness, he still makes her nervous. “That’s fine with me Chris.”

Yeah so all that stuff she was talking about earlier after the phone call,ignore that. Ryelle is weak in the knees, she can’t help but admit it. He cares about her and Liv, that's the part she loves the most. Maybe them taking things slow will help them blossom a beautiful relationship.

When Chris placed Lively in the carseat, Ry still stood outside of the car in a daze. He walked over to the driver side grabbing her waist,"You are so beautiful my love. I could admire your beauty all day everyday."

"Chrisss." A blush crept unto her face trying to push him away from her so he couldn't see.

Chris lets out a laugh knowing he have made her nervous, he placed a finger under her chin so she can look at him. "Come here." He convinced, placing his lips onto hers. Ryelle melted into the kiss, letting out a slight moan when his hand gripped her ass.

This man has her wrapped around his finger, oh god!

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Heyy guys! It's been two years since I've posted and honestly I don't have any reason for that lol. Life be lifing and I just be needing to hop on the train of staying intune with myself. It's been a minute guys but thank you for still loving & supporting my page.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

You will see me very soon ;)

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

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PEDRI - Toute première fois

Words : 1,4k 

Warning : Fluff / mature theme

Summary : You were ready to reach a new step in your relationship with Pedri

☁️ 

“Why do you have so many hoodies anyway ?” you asked as you threw yourself on Pedri’s bed, taking his pillow from under him. A whine escaped him before he grabbed it back.

“Maybe because you keep stealing them?” he said with a sarcastic tone. You only laughed at that. 

“I do that because you have too many, I’m actually doing you a favor!” Pedri could only roll his eyes at that and went back to his phone, probably scrolling on instagram or twitter. You hoped it was the first one because the blue app could be quite harsh on people, especially on football players. You would hate it if he were to read mean things from people who wouldn’t be able to do a quarter of what he does. However your worries were pushed aside when you saw him showing you his phone: he was on instagram, enjoying cute videos of small puppies and was apparently delighted with this one where the small white ball of fur was scared of its own reflection. His eyes formed their usual creases on the side, the ones that would appear when he smiled, and a soft laugh could be heard. Why was he so adorable? You mirrored his grin and got closer. 

His eyes were fixated on you, taking in every ounce of your face. He was intense, his gaze was intense, his entire personality was intense and that made you feel weird. Not in a bad way, but still, you never knew what to do apart from blushing, which was exactly what was beginning to happen. So, while avoiding any eye contact, you pulled your hood, well his hood, up and hid your cheeks in the soft fabric. 

“Don’t do that.” he whispered while trying to remove the hood. Yet, you tried to resist, holding it tight with both of your hands. The small game lasted for about twenty seconds before he gave up and resumed his previous activity: looking at you with his intense gaze which was so destabilizing. 

“I forgive you though” he said, twisting the white strap of your hoodie around his finger. You finally met his eyes, a confused look on your face. “For stealing them... You look pretty cute in them.” And it was back, the hot red hue on your cheeks and probably at the tip of your ears. It was not the biggest compliment you’ve had ever received, especially from him, and it was one that could be pretty common in your relationship, but tonight, it wasn’t the same. This one was pure, directly taken out of his heart and you could feel it, from the way his gaze had softened when the words had left his mouth and the way he had brought his head closer to yours. This boy, he had you wrapped around his finger. That’s why you kissed him: a soft peck that didn’t last, practically shy, but meaningful. 

However, the young athlete had other plans. He delicately placed his hand on your face, cupping your cheek while he initiated another kiss. This one was a little deeper, overflowed with tenderness and a warmth that would heat up the current winter weather. A small grin appeared on your lips as you let yourself being guided in it. Seconds passed and your bodies were now pressed together, your hand sliding under his T-shirt, finding some sort of grounding against his soft skin. You couldn’t resist the urge to make your fingers dance against his side: you were using your finger tips, grazing them, your touch feather like. A shiver ran down his spine as you felt him laugh in the kiss. He broke the loving gesture to look at you, his eyes sparkling, weirdly again and you felt a a type of good nervousness forming in your stomach. It was something different than the butterflies he was used to give you. No, it was denser, fuller and expectant this time. You couldn’t think about it, and even though some sort of ideas had crossed your mind, you weren’t able to really dig into them because Pedri nuzzled your nose, trying to catch your attention.  You looked up, awaiting. 

“Y/N...” he sighed. You nodded, the atmosphere had shifted. “I know that, well, that...” he gulped as if it helped easing his nerves, which only added to your own. “Well, I’m your first real boyfriend.” again, you nodded. It was true, you had had flirts before, in high school, even at the beginning of university, mostly from parties, and most of them weren’t serious or you would only find yourself disappointed. The only time it had been bound to lead to something meaningful, the pandemic happened, forcing you into confinements and it’s like the guy had disappeared. Then, the crisis had went on and blocked all of your chances to find love. Until Pedri. And Pedri, he was nothing like the guys you had met before. 

“I want to keep your pace, I mean... I care, I just-” he was stuttering like crazy so you did what you thought was the right thing to do; you interrupted him.

“I’m ready, Pedri. I think.” 

“Are you sure ?” his voice was soft, and that made you melt because this boy was everything you could have asked for. You had placed all your trust on him and more. So if anything, he was the perfect person to be with during your life changing events. 

“Yes Pedro!” you stated confidently. “I am.”

“I can wait...” he murmured but you placed a simple peck on his lips. 

“I know.” you mimicked him by murmuring close to his ear. “I know because you’ve waited for months, for me.” another soft peck was pressed against his lips. “I’ve never felt pressured, or rushed or like I was not enough.” you got closer. “I know you can wait, but I’m not sure I want it...” you finally said, avoiding his eyes as a deep red colored your cheeks. 

He nodded, and that’s all it took for you to kiss him passionately, giving your soul into the moment. It began with a simple make out session, you knew how to handle that, what it was like. You had had many of them with Pedri, many where you even had the entire lead, so you exactly knew what to do. However, after some times, Pedri gently took the lead as he toppled you on your back, a hand behind your neck. And the work began: he slowly undressed you, taking the time to admire you, moving tenderly and taking steps after steps while making sure you were okay with everything. 

“You can tell me if you want to stop, alright ? Anytime.” he said seriously, meeting your gaze with such fondness. You could cry with the amount of love you felt. So you lightly nodded and brought your hands around his neck, mixing your breath with his. 

It hurt, it sure did, but it wasn’t entirely bad. Actually, there wasn’t just pain, there were other sensations that were new to you. The feeling of his feverish skin against yours, the goosebumps that would electrify your body, his muscles flexing under your hands, the soft pantings. It was so intimate, just between him and you. And, even though you couldn’t a hundred percent relax, you still enjoyed it. 

A shy wave of pleasure washed through you as Pedri was trying not to go too fast, not wanting to make it uncomfortable for you: you were oversensitive now. Not long after, he finally finished and dropped on top of you, sighing near your ear. You were drained, but still found it in you to wrap your armes around him, pressing your nose in his hair, taking in the soft scent of his shampoo. He hummed in contentment, his eyes closing. You looked around the room: your clothes had been dumped at the foot of his bed in a messy lump, and that made you blush. A picture of the two of you laughing was sticked on the wall, just above his desk, next to all the pink post-its you would leave in his room to tell him you loved him. Then your eyes went to the window, it was night and the streetlights reflected on the glass of the window but something caught your attention. Small white drops were slowly falling and you couldn’t believe it.

“Pedri!” you said excitedly. He hummed and you smiled calming yourself, that was the effect he had on you. “It snows” and he propped his head on your chest, checking his window. You could see his dark orbs sparkling, you loved it.

“It’s not near as beautiful as you” and you laughed, this man was crazy. 

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I hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

Don’t be shy and tell me what you thought of it. 

PS: This was obviously protected sex, and IT IS REALLY IMPORTANT!! Kids, make sure to go out fully covered!

[lilbabydilljr]

Bee[more]hyped!

Hi! Okay! So I’ve hidden details below, but if you just want the download link here you go.

Download (SFS)

Requires: UC, Easy Inventory Check

Alright, so a while back I found this lovely beehive conversion from Foresty, which was based on Untidyfan’s 3to2 conversion, which is in turn based on Gwenke’s functional beehive. What a way we’ve come! Believe (bee-lieve) it or not this is actually the object that got me interested in modding.

What I didn’t like about the original object was that it used 2 different objects as the honey, and the overload of effects. Lots of lag. So I’ve made a few tweaks!

The first 2 are cosmetic, I’ve moved the hive from the gardening section to Hobbies.../Misc, and the default texture is yellow, but the original green is still available. Bees are yellow, duh.

Sims now harvest honey directly into their inventory, which they can drink or stock the fridge with. This is a 4to2 conversion of the honey, which I thought was neat.

The hive now only displays the bee effects when open, or when a sim angers the bees. It produces a jar of honey every 18 hours, and Gatherer sims have a 50% chance of harvesting an extra jar each harvest. Lucky sims have about a 5% chance, and these can stack. A Lucky + Gatherer sim can harvest 2 extra jars, potentially.

Sims will autonomously harvest honey and occasionally inspect the beehive, please let me know if these values seem off to you I wasn’t super sure on them. Cowards will never harvest honey. Too many stingers!

The hive now builds nature enthusiasm when it’s used, and sims can harvest multiple jars at once. I’m not sure if there’s a limit to how much honey the hive can hold? I guess just keep an eye on it.

There’s two 2 new memories included as well. If you’re not comfortable with custom memories in your game please leave them out of your downloads folder, the hive seems to work just fine.

Caveats

Bee-cause of course there are. I might work some of these things out, but right now I’m done with this project.

My beehive and Foresty’s share the same GUID, and my jar of honey does as well. I’m not sure if that’s shared across all these hives or not. But you can’t have both in the game.

Children can not harvest honey, I didn’t feel like working on the animations.

Sims can’t drink the honey straight from their inventory, it must be placed first.

The animations and tool used to grab the honey are a bit off, but not enough that it actually bothers me right now.

Finally, the jar of honey itself.

As you can see the textures aren’t great? But I don’t know enough about objects to get it right. I’ll put this out there, if someone wants to help me fix this I’d be forever grateful.

I also wanted to edit the anger bees interaction, but I couldn’t get the chased by bees interaction to work? So I gave up. I do think there should be more ways for sims to die by flies anyway, but it’s not my ideal interaction.

Lastly, I wanted to convert the Honey Cake from 4, but food again proved challenging, and when I got to trying to do the coding so it requires a Honey in the fridge, it looked like a LUA script to me? So I backed off. Maybe one day. Not today.

You might be able to get away with not having the UC for this, but I think at the very least you’ll need BV. I can’t support any installations other than the UC though.

Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I am! It’s just a fun silly little thing, but our sims need bees right???

Credits/Thanks: Foresty, Untidyfan, Gwenke. Your original objects and coding are amazing, I hope I’m not stepping on any toes here! I did DM Foresty, but I figured since Gwenke’s code has been reused a couple times now I thought I’d be fine.

Edit: 04/30/23: Moved honey jar out of the catalogue. Whoops. Had it in there for testing.

Edit 05/08/23: Bees no longer accumulate inaccesible honey in the winter.

[ghostface001]

Shooting Stars

A rewrite of March's shooting star festival cutscene. I kept his dialogue, because I think it's such a good insight to his character, but I added to it in a way that I'm pretty proud of! I hope you enjoy!

March x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Slight angst, fluff, idiots in love, oblivious flirting, emotional constipation, light swearing

Last night, you dreamed of stars. 

It was all everyone was talking about for the past few days. Friday night at the inn, Nora and Holt each had their own stories of their first shooting star festival spent together. At the Saturday market, Vera lamented not being in Mistria for the festival (apparently, it’s the best view) as she cut your hair. And today, Elsie stopped by your house to hand deliver a brooch — traditionally used to invite a ‘special someone.’

You turn the brooch over in your hand. It’s shaped like a star, with crystal beads dangling down. “It’s beautiful,” You comment softly. “If I invite someone… does it have to be romantic?”

Elsie pauses. It’s likely that she’s never had to consider the festival as anything other than romantic. “Hmm, I suppose it doesn’t. But a night alone, underneath the stars, destinies intertwined; would you rather spend it with a friend, or a partner?” 

The conspiratory wink she sends only twists your insides. When you moved to Mistria, romance wasn’t on your mind. It wasn’t something you’d thought about until no one could talk about anything else. “I just don’t think anyone would want to spend the festival with me in that sense.”

She laughs, and for a moment, you wonder how Juniper snuck her way into the conversation. It’s similar; high pitched, snooty, but it’s different in the way she’s laughing with you rather than at you. “Oh, Darling,” She chuckles, waving her hand, only stopping when she sees the confusion on your face. “Oh, you’re serious? Darling, have you truly not noticed — you know what, I’m sure you already have someone in mind.” She chuckles again, taking your hand and closing your fingers over the brooch. “Just invite him, and have fun. It’s such a special night, no matter who you spend it with.”

Elsie parts with a quick peck on both sides of your cheeks, leaving you with the brooch and your own thoughts.

~~~

Five points dig into the palm of your hand, guiding you on your walk to the mines. That’s where Ryis said they would be. 

“Hey!” Olric spots you first, waving cheerfully as you approach. “You want to go mining with us? March thought we’d be able to get some extra copper before the festival.”

Normally, you would say yes. But your nerves were already telling you to get as far away as possible, and working in the mines with the source of those nerves was mortifying. “Actually, I wanted to talk to March. Can I steal you for a second?”

You don’t know why the thought of asking him is getting you so worked up. When Elsie gave you the brooch, he was the first person to come to mind, and it didn’t bother you. And then she started talking about her past partners to the festival, and intertwined destinies, and now all you want to do is chuck the brooch in the river and pass out in the mines again. It took a few dips in the pond looking for artifacts — and then a shower — to get out of your own head. And then the walk through town and the narrows brought all those worries back. What if he thought it was romantic? What would you say? 

March stands in front of you at the old flower bed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, as Olric preoccupies himself with double checking their rucksacks for everything they need by the mine entrance. “What do you want?” His brusk question somehow manages to quell your nerves. 

You hold out your hand, revealing the brooch. “Elsie gave this to me this morning, she said it’s a part of a tradition, or something,” You begin, digging your shoe in the dirt path. “You can say no, I won’t take it personally. I just thought it would be fun. As friends, obviously.”

When you finally manage to look at him, March is staring down at the brooch with a look of pure bewilderment. His eye twitches slightly as he glances up at you, trying to read your expression for something, then back at the brooch. He seems to register that you’re no longer talking, and he flushes, his shoulders tensing as he looks away with pinched features. “Fine. Olric will just badger me about it if I say no.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I said yes, didn’t I?” He snaps, glaring at you, his cheeks only getting redder. 

You can’t help but smile, only seeming to fluster him more. “Cool. I’ll see you later, then.”

“Be at the summit at eight. Don’t be late, I won’t wait up for you,” He grumbles, finally snatching the brooch from your hand and stuffing it in his pocket. Before you can respond, he turns on his heel, stalking away with his head down. You watch as he reaches Olric, who grins and claps him on the shoulder with a thumbs up, earning a snapped response from March that you can’t hear as they disappear into the mine’s entrance. 

~~~

When you walk through the clearing to the summit at eight on the dot, you find March already there. “Hey.” His greeting is shorter than usual. He only glances at you for a second, returning his focus to the two paper cups in his hand before thrusting one at you. “It will get cold. I figured you wouldn’t dress for the weather.”

You laugh as you take the cup, the warmth in your hand blooming as your fingers brush against his. “You’re literally wearing a tank top.”

“I’m used to it,” He snaps softly.

With a snort, you shake your head, approaching the setup of blankets and pillows. “Wow. I can’t believe I missed this last year.” The sun is setting, painting the sky orange and pink. You’ve been on the summit before, but something about tonight fills you with a new wonder. 

“You… missed the festival?” He was about to sit down when your words gave him pause, an unreadable expression passing over his face. 

“I was working.” You pass the blanket, looking over the edge. “I wanted to get to the next mineshaft stop in the mines and lost track of time. I passed out down there, actually. Valen chewed me out the next morning for making her work on her birthday. Oh! I have some dried tea leaves and flowers, I could make her her own bag of loose leaf tomorrow—”

March interrupts your musing. “I’d rather you not fall off the cliff, would you come sit down already?”

The sun sets as you both sit on a star-shaped pillow, and after a while of sipping your drinks in silence, the first shooting star streaks across the sky. And then, another follows. And another. 

You’re entranced by the show when March speaks. “Well, here we are. Up on the summit… watching the stars.” His voice sours, and you turn to see him looking up at the sky with a grimace. 

He was having a bad time already? Your awe subsides, and you sigh. “Yup.” You take another sip of hot chocolate. “So, uh, did you watch the stars with your family when you were younger?”

“My… family?” He pauses. “Olric and I didn’t have time for that kind of thing growing up.”

You glance back over at him to find him staring down at his drink. “Me neither. My parents—”

“Can we talk about something else?” 

There isn’t malice in his tone as he interrupts you, but the urgency drops a pit in your stomach. “Yeah, of course,” You answer, wracking your brain for something else. “The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?”

His grip tightens on his cup. You let out a sigh, pulling your knees to your chest and resigning yourself to a silent night when he suddenly stands, glaring down at you with an intensity you haven’t seen since first moving to Mistria. “Why did you really invite me here, anyway?” March demands. “To press my buttons? As some kind of… joke?” 

“A joke? What the hell are you talking about?” He only tenses more as your brow furrows. “I invited you because I like you!”

“You… what?” Confusion takes over for a moment before the anger and frustration returns. “Quit messing around. If you want to watch the stars, let’s watch the stars.”

“No!” You pull yourself to your feet, now glaring at him as March stares at you in shock. “You really think I invited you as a joke? What’s the joke, then? Explain it to me, because I have no idea.” He only sets his jaw, not taking the bait as you clench your fists at your sides. “I invited you because I thought it would be fun, because I thought we were finally at a place where you didn’t hate me just for moving here, but I guess I was wrong. You didn’t have to accept my invitation, March. So either get over yourself, or get out of here. I’m not letting you ruin this festival for me.” You sit back down, stubbornly staring at the sky to avoid looking at March, who you can see standing frozen in the corner of your eye. 

You expect him to scoff and stomp away, grumbling under his breath about how annoying you are. You expect him to accuse you of something else, or to lob another insult your way in retaliation for the ‘get over yourself’ comment. You don’t expect him to sit back down begrudgingly, not that you could celebrate it as a win even if you wanted to, which you don’t, because you’re still pissed off at his little temper tantrum. “The stars… do look pretty from up here.” March finally breaks the silence, his voice strained. “I didn’t realize they would be so clear.”

You scoff. “How did you not know what it would be like? Did you miss last year’s festival, too?”

“I… was working.”

A sudden snort escapes you, breaking the wall of frustration you had put up. “Now you’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not.” March rolls his eyes, but you can see the hint of a smile — or a smirk, more likely — playing at his lips. “You can see the stars any time. Why would I waste an entire night staring up at the same boring sky when I could be doing something productive with my time?” He shrugs. “That was my plan for tonight, but… we’re all caught up on our orders for this week, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a night off.”

You don’t know what it is about him. Maybe it’s that despite his initial coldness to you, you knew it was from a genuine care for his home. Maybe it’s the way you can see the pressure he puts himself under, the standards he holds himself to, and you know his attitude is less about you and more about himself. Whatever it is, it never fails to roll the passive aggressive comments off your back as soon as he makes an effort to be nice. 

That doesn’t mean you’re not going to still give him shit about it. “And then you were an asshole.”

He snorts, scratching the back of his head with a small frown. “Yeah, pretty much.” It’s not an apology, but you don’t feel like pushing it. “It almost feels like they’re drawing you in, doesn’t it?” It does. Not only are you drawn into the stars, but you also feel drawn to the person next to you. Two stars shoot across the sky, as though bound together. It isn’t until they disappear that you remember to blink.

Despite the distance between you, a sense of warmth leaves when March eventually stands. “It’s getting pretty late,” He announces, holding his hand out to you. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to the farm. If you fall and hurt yourself in the dark, I know I won’t hear the end of it.”

You laugh and take his hand, that warmth returning as he helps you up. “Please, I could make the way back blindfolded if I had to. Let’s test it, do you have your headband on you?”

“Unless you want to make Valen work on her birthday for the second year in a row, you can endanger yourself as a party trick another time.”

“Promise? It’s a good party trick.” He looks away as you grin, and you can see his cheeks flush under the light of the moon. 

~~~

“Watch your step, a bit of the decking is uneven after the storm last week,” You warn. “I mentioned it to Adeline and Ryis, they said they’d get on it this week as soon as they got the supplies.”

“So you’re the reason I had to complete another nail order.” March steps over a splintered piece of wood. 

You roll your eyes. “I’ll put in an order for something more ‘worthy’ of your talents to make up for it. How about a spoon?”

“Cute.”

“Careful, I might start thinking you actually like me.” He stumbles over another part of the decking that had lifted, causing you to laugh. “Don’t fall and hurt yourself in the dark, March, I won’t hear the end of it.”

“Shut up.”

“That’s more like it.” You continue walking, him grumbling after you. Another shooting star overheard gives you pause, remembering something important. “I never saw a shooting star as a kid. For the longest time, I thought they were fake. Just some lie to tell kids so they’d believe in wishes, y’know?” You slow down, electing to walk past the shorter path through the edge of town to walk around Sweetwater Farm instead. “The first time I saw one, it was my third season as an adventurer. I wished for a family. And when the missive to move in here came, it came true. Everyone took me in. They made me feel welcome, like they wanted me here. Except you. That’s why I invited you.”

You don’t have to look at him to know the confused sneer painting his face. “You invited me because… I was mean to you when you moved in?”

“Everyone was so hopeful about me getting the town rank back up,” You continue. “I love everyone here, and I was so grateful, but it was a lot of pressure. I felt like I had to live up to everyone’s expectations. But you… you didn’t have any expectations of me — except that I wouldn’t last, but that was fine. For some reason, it helped. You already assumed the worst of me, so I didn’t have to be the best. I can be myself around you. Does that make sense?”

When you turn to look at him, he’s staring at the ground in contemplation as he walks with you. “... Yeah, actually. It does.” You continue on in a much more comfortable silence than the summit, the frogs croaking and the wind whistling through the trees speaking for you. Eventually, you get to the farm. “Woah.” March blinks, shock painting his features as he takes it in.

You scoff. “I know, don’t start with me. Between crops, animals, the mines, the request board, and Adeline’s projects, I don’t have time to clean up. Once winter comes around, I can focus more on making it look presentable.”

“That’s not—” March shakes his head. “You don’t have time for decorating, but you have time for bothering me?”

“Oh, I make time to bother you. It’s one of the highlights of my day.” You grin at him as you reach your door. “Thanks for walking me back. I’ll come by to put in my spoon order tomorrow.”

“I’m not making you a spoon.”

“I guess I’ll just keep eating with my hands, then.” The disgusted grimace on March’s face causes laughter to bubble out of you. “See? Best part of my day, right there. Goodnight, March.”

He rolls his eyes again, his face turning red as he turns and walks away. “Night,” He calls out, not looking back. 

Your smile stays the rest of the night as you get ready for bed, and that night, you dream of stars.

~~~

The next morning, after dropping off Valen’s birthday gift, you stop by the blacksmith’s. March lifts his head, nodding in greeting before returning to whatever he’s working on at his desk. “I’m going to the mines, are you low on any ore? I can bring some by later.”

“We’re fine.” The response is immediate, he doesn’t give it any thought. Typical. “Since you’re not busy, there’s a notebook in my room. It’s on my shelf.”

“Good for you.” He shoots you an unimpressed look, but you’re already on your way to his door. “You know, it doesn’t hurt to throw in a ‘please’ every once in a while,” you comment as you step inside his room. It’s neat, with a potted plant in the corner and a small watering can. At the far end of the room, a tall shelf is lined with frames and trophies from various blacksmithing competitions. It doesn’t surprise you to see how many read ‘first place.’ You find his notebook quickly, and turn to leave the room when something catches your eye. Two shelves above, near the most recent trophy, sits a star-shaped brooch with crystal beads. You clutch the notebook tightly. You had expected March to just throw the brooch in a chest somewhere, not… keep it on a shelf of his achievements. 

To avoid dwelling on it for too long, you go back to his desk and hand him the notebook. Luckily, he doesn’t ask what took you so long. “I was told that I should thank you for last night, so… thanks,” March sighs, pausing from his work to look up at you. “Just don’t let it go to your head.” He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes. 

Still, you can't help but smile. “I’ll try my best. See you later, March. I want my spoon by the end of the week." It's his turn to roll his eyes as you wink and continue your way to the mines.

~~~

Friday morning, a packaged set of cutlery sits in your mailbox.

'Josephine accidentally ordered too many for the inn. — March'

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @wealreadywentdownontheship for commissioning their OC and swapfell pap in a WILD WEST scenario.... how did you know I was desperately hyperfixating on the wild west...... magic

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Though there was the faintest streak of light blue on the eastern horizon, it was still gloomy in the camp. A few stubborn stars remained at the top of the sky- they refused to be chased out of their spots until the very traces of night were gone.

Illa was always amazed at how quiet the camp could be, so early in the morning. Through the whole day and even late into the evening, it felt like there was no end to the tasks that needed to be done- no end to the talking, drinking, gambling and fighting. A natural consequence of being surrounded by outlaws, she supposed.

... Yet now, in the darkness just before the sun broke over the hills... everybody was asleep. It was so quiet, as if not a single soul resided in that cluster of hastily pitched tents and flimsy wooden card-playing tables. 

She trudged through the silence, to a little ways out from camp, and a dead tree sitting a few feet from where the ground started to slope down toward the valley in the east- a canteen in one hand and a shawl across her shoulders. Flint had set up a small blanket across the dusty ground. 

She guided herself over to him via the dim light emanating from his lit cigarette. 

... He looked up, at the sound of her approaching. His eyelight, a deep royal purple, cut through the gloomy twilight like a needle.

“hey darlin’.” He said, as she sat. He didn’t waste any time in tucking his arm around her. His voice was low and raspy, a combination of the very early morning, and the numerous cigarettes he’d probably already smoked before she arrived. “glad you could make it.”

She wanted to make a comment about it being ‘too early’, but she knew he’d make fun of her for complaining about the sunrise being early. She leant against his shoulder. His presence was welcome.

“Have you been out here long?” She asked. She wanted to complain about the smell of his cigarettes... but ultimately, the desire to not make a fuss won over.

“nope.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“not at all.”

Illa was cold. But... well, she didn’t mind. Considering how horrendously hot the midday could get, this far west, she did her best to savour the frosty nights.

A line of orange had now appeared, across the eastern horizon. The sunrise- the reason she got up so damn early. Though she was near-sighted, it didn’t really matter. The colours of the sunrise didn’t require perfect vision to enjoy.

“... didn’t know you enjoyed coffee.” He said. 

Illa glanced down at the canteen cradled in her lap. How did he know it was coffee? He was too perceptive for his own good.

“I... don’t actually enjoy it.” She admitted. “I don’t like the smell.”

Flint gave her a funny look. “... why drink it, then?”

“It’s the only way I’ll be able to stay awake later.”

“yer a strange one, darlin'. could i have some?”

“Don’t poison it.” She said, only half jokingly, passing it to him.

Time seemed to slip by strangely, at sunrise, she was aware of very little but the feeling of Flint's sleeve against her cheek and the way the light spread. Soft blues spread up, slowly creeping up and over their heads, finally snuffing out those final stubborn stars- the layer of orange on the horizon picked up a glow like one might see in the hot coals of a campfire.

So peaceful.

“... you don’t have to get up, later.” Flint said. She wasn’t sure why this particular topic had caught his attention so much. “could sleep in. i know i will.”

“I’m useless enough around camp without sleeping late.” She mumbled.

... He gave her another look. At least he seemed to find her funny today. “yer not useless.”

She took the coffee back, withholding the many sarcastic quips that rose to mind. As much as she liked Flint, and as much as she enjoyed their unofficial ‘relationship’... she really didn’t trust a single word that came out of his mouth. 

Nobody with half a brain would.

“i’m serious.”

“All I do is pick up the crappy lil’ odd jobs that nobody else wants to do.” The valley was visible now, shadows beginning to stretch long across the land. “I’m hardly essential.”

His voice was soft. “but if you didn’t pick up those jobs, nobody would. y’know little things pile up.”

“... Alright, what’s with all the buttering me up?” It was her turn to give him a look. “You want something?”

Flint’s grin lifted. Despite being much more suited to night, he still looked handsome, in the early glow. “dang, am i really that untrustworthy? can’t even try to make you feel better without there being some ulterior motive?”

She rolled her eyes, settling back against his shoulder.

If one didn’t know Flint, it was easy to get swept up in his charm. It was easy to look at the twinkle in his eyelight, the smile on his face, and think there was a special place in his heart for you. 

... But Illa knew him better than that. She’d seen the way his softness could disappear on command. She’d seen him deliberately sowing chaos, pitting people against one another for his own enjoyment. She’d seen him smile at someone like they were his closest friend in the world... then pour poison in their glass as soon as they turned.

He acted like he liked her. But he also often acted like he was too good for her... which left her very much doubtful of the former. She doubted he had much affection for anyone- why he played around with her, she had no idea. Perhaps she had something he wanted. Someone to toy with, someone nearby to flirt with. Perhaps there was some surface level attraction, or perhaps he just enjoyed the way she couldn’t help but get jealous when he gave attention to other women.

Illa couldn’t help but like him. And she couldn’t help being a people pleaser, doing what she could to keep him around. But... she was very much prepared for when he’d lose interest, and drop her like everyone else did.

She didn’t fool herself into thinking he liked her too.

“what’s a guy gotta do to convince you you’re useful?”

“Hush already.” She said, done with that particular subject. “I’m watching the sunrise.”

... Illa didn’t see the flicker across his face. He quickly covered it up.

“i love when yer mean to me.”

“Is that so?” The sky was almost entirely orange now, bathing them both in a golden glow. 

“proves you like me more than everyone else.” He flicked away some cigarette ash. “yer usually such a polite doormat.”

“... Charming.”

... The top of the sun finally broke the horizon. Illa immediately felt its warmth. Her favourite part of the sunrise was over, now, and she knew she now needed to start making peace with the day’s oncoming heat.

“I should get goin’.” She said, reluctantly pulling herself away from him, and to her feet. She took off her shawl, rolling it up into an easy-to-manage ball. “I got the feelin’ it’s gonna be pretty damn hot today.”

Flint gazed up at her. “... one day, darlin’, i’ll manage to getcha to stay with me for the whole sunrise.”

...

... In her head, Illa laughed in his face. “You really think I’m that gullible? You really think you can say a few romantic words to me, and fool me like all the rest of your collection of broken hearts? Give it up. I know better. Just because I wish you cared about me as much as I care about you, doesn’t mean I’m going to swoon right into your open jaws.”

... But in reality, she just smiled. Because that kind of thing was exactly what she wanted to hear.

“Sure. Maybe.”

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.a court of ash and smoke | twenty-seven.

pairing: lucien vanserra x fem!reader

summary: five years before feyre archeron ever stepped foot in prythian, another human girl found herself in the spring court. but the trials and tribulations of her time under the mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed high fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her.

chapter warnings: n/a

chapter word count: 2516

a/n: final chapter of the first book, oh my goodness! i can't believe the first book in the series is finished already! but don't worry, there's plenty more to come soon!

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Velaris

“Stay calm,” the figure said, voice soft and smooth like butter. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“W-Who are you?” You stuttered, glancing over your shoulder at the door you were pressed against. If you screamed loud enough, perhaps Lucien would come to your aid, if not him, then the sentinels guarding your door at the very least.

“My name is Azriel.” The figure stepped forward once more, now cast in a ray of moonlight. He was visible to you now – a great, muscled male who towered over you, likely at least twice your size. He wore what looked to be some kind of leather-clad fighting uniform, and various blue gems glinted from his body. But those weren’t what caught your eye – no, it was the large, membranous wings, like that of a bat, that stretched out behind him that you couldn’t stop staring at. “Rhysand sent me, to make sure you were alright.”

Rhysand had sent this male into your home? Rhysand, of all people, had somehow known that, in actuality, you were not alright at all.

“Are you alright?” Azriel asked again, taking one more hesitant step toward you.

“I-I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. You didn’t know, couldn’t know exactly what your feelings were in that moment. There was too much rattling around in your brain for you to make sense of it all. It was too much, and it was also nothing. It was chaos, and yet it was at the same time emptiness.

You felt empty. Because Tamlin had betrayed you. Because you had been kept away from Lucien. Because that power that you had been so terrified of had exploded out of you and somehow made you feel something again, only for it too to be locked away at Tamlin’s hand.

“H-How did Rhysand know?” You asked quietly, looking up to meet the figure’s hazel eyes. They were locked onto yours, but his face told you nothing, gave away no clues. A pure sight of indifference.

“He said he felt the surge of your power,” he explained. “That he could sense it, even in the Night Court. He figured Tamlin wouldn’t be too pleased.”

“And he’s there, in the Night Court, right now?” You asked slowly. Azriel nodded. “You’re going back there tonight?”

“I am,” Azriel confirmed. His eyes seemed to linger on the collar around your neck, no doubt able to sense – or scent – the faebane locked into those emeralds. “As soon as I ensure that you’re okay. But right now, I don’t think that you are okay.”

You drew in a shaking breath. You knew what you had to do – knew what your only option was. Because now that Tamlin had seen your power, you were sure there was no going back, no taking back what had been done. What you had done, and what he had done. And then there was Lucien - what if you had hurt Lucien like you had Tamlin? You would never have been able to trust yourself again. You had to learn to tame it so that, if anything, it gave you even a small chance at a future with him. That was all you wanted, after all, a future with him. Lucien. Your mate. “Take me with you.” Surprisingly, Azriel looked taken aback. “Rhysand said he could help me, right?”

“He can.”

“So, take me with you, to the Night Court.”

“Fuck!” Lucien shouted, slamming the draw shut once more and turning to lean back against the counter. Alis’ collection of keys in the kitchen had been his only hope of getting you out of that room, but it would seem that the key for your room, and your room alone, was missing. No doubt Tamlin had already taken it into his own possession. He sighed, curling down and leaning his hands on his knees. He squeezed his eyes shut, replaying the moment he had seen you, through that crack in the door.

You had looked so…defeated. He had seen you like that before, Under the Mountain. But that wasn’t how things were meant to be here. Here you were meant to be free and happy, to have a home that you could call your own, to never have to relive those dark moments again.

You both were meant to be happy. Together. That’s how he had pictured it.

“Is there something I can help you with, Master Lucien?”

He started at the sound of Alis’ voice, and almost toppled over as his grip on his knees slipped. Lucien straightened out, brushing a hand down the front of his shirt, and threw her his best attempt at a smile.

“It’s been a rather long day,” he said, willing his voice to remain calm and collected. “I was just looking for a little snack and perhaps some tea.”

Alis narrowed her eyes. “Really?” She said slowly, approaching him on feather-light feet. “So, you weren’t looking for this?”

Lucien’s eyes widened as he watched her reveal a key from the pocket of her apron – the key to your room.

“You took it?” He asked, reaching forward to take it from her. But Alis pulled away, holding the key out of reach of Lucien.

“I will give you it,” she said slowly. “Under one condition. That girl is good, and fair, and kind, and strong, and she deserves better than this, I can see that. So, if I give you this key, you have to promise me, Master Lucien, promise me, that you will take that girl and get her as far away from here as you can. Get her somewhere safe, get her help. Make sure that she is happy. Do you understand me?”

Lucien blinked slowly, swallowing hard, but nodded firmly. He knew he would do those things regardless of a promise to Alis, and Alis seemed to know that too. Alis scanned his face for any sign of mistruth, but eventually, with a deep sigh, handed the key over to him, pressing it firmly into his palm.

“Now go,” she said. “Go and help her. She needs you.”

Lucien didn’t even stop to thank her. He had never run so fast in his entire life, had never felt his heart beat at such a quick pace. He scaled the stairs, two at a time, and skidded down the hallway toward your door.

He would need to think of some excuse to get the sentinels away from your door, just long enough for him to get in there, get that barbaric collar from your neck, and winnow them somewhere safe – anywhere but here.

But as he reached the end of the hallway, as he approached your bedroom door, what he found was not what he had been expecting. The sentinels were still there, but they were no longer guarding the door, rather peering through the open crack there. The door was unlocked, and two voices drifted through into the hallway.

He pushed himself inside, coming to a stop when he found Tamlin and Silas stood at the end of your bed. Your presence was no longer here. Your scent was there – he could smell it, jasmine and lavender – but it was mixed with something else. Mist and cedar. A scent that did not belong to anyone here; did not belong in the Spring Court.

“What’s going on?” He huffed out, fearing the worst already. His golden eye whirred, scanning the room for any sign of her. “Where is Y/N?”

“She’s gone,” Tamlin said.

“What do you mean?” Lucien asked, eyes wide and frantic with panic.

“I felt someone trespass onto the grounds through the wards – didn’t take me long to work out that they were coming here,” Tamlin explained. His face was pale, and he gripped at the column of the four-poster bed with enough strength to turn his knuckles white. “By the time we got here, they had already taken her.”

“Who?” Lucien snapped, a pain wrenching its way through his chest at the thought.

“The Night Court,” Silas chimed in.

No. No, they couldn’t have taken you there. Rhysand wouldn’t dare take Tamlin’s family – a member of his court. He was powerful, but he didn’t have the guts to start an all-out war against Spring, especially when he knew that the other courts would no doubt ally with Tamlin.

And you. His sweet, beautiful female, who he loved with everything that he had. You were in the Night Court, a place he had never stepped foot in even once, a place that legend told was a court of nightmares itself. No better than Under the Mountain.

You would be destroyed in that place.

His head felt hazy and light, dizzy, and he stumbled back, leaning against the vanity in the hopes of yielding some kind of strength in his legs to hold himself upright. That was when he saw it, the little white envelope tucked neatly into the frame of the mirror. Addressed to him.

“We’ll have Silas send out a guard to patrol the borders in search for her tonight,” Tamlin was saying, but Lucien wasn’t listening. He was too busy grasping for the letter, ripping it open. “After that, if there’s no sign of her, we’ll go to the other courts for help.”

Lucien ignored them, even as their voices drifted with their departing footsteps into the hall, ready to begin their night-long search. Instead, his eyes trailed the words on that page, written with such delicacy in looped letters, each one oozing with love and adoration for him.

And he wept.

My dearest, darling Lucien,

I cannot begin to explain how much it pains me to write you this letter. How much it genuinely hurts to know that these will be my parting words to you.

I need to tell you that I have gone to the Night Court. Rhysand has promised to help me learn how to control my powers, and I believe him to be true to his word. I have gone willingly, as I know that this is something that I must do. Not only for me, but also for you.

I cannot idly sit by any longer. I cannot be trapped in that house, in that collar, for another second, knowing that it was all by my own brother’s hand. It feels too familiar, too much of a burden to carry around those memories with me each and every day, knowing that my situation at the Spring Court was no better than it was Under the Mountain. But this is not Tamlin’s fault, and it is certainly not yours.

I need you to take care of Feyre until I am able to come home. Tamlin cannot be trusted with her safety, I can see that now. And she needs a friend, more than anything else.

This decision was not something I made lightly. But I know now, from the way that Tamlin looked at me today, that I am dangerous, and I will become even more dangerous should I not be able to control this magic within me. I must learn, otherwise we can never be together. I could never put you in danger, my love. Not for a second.

Because you are everything to me. When I was lost, I found you, and you brought my back to life, and guided me home like a beacon. You, my Lucien, have my whole heart.

I know, without a doubt, that we will find our way back to one another. I do not question that for a minute. But you must give me time to learn how to not be a threat to you anymore.

Do you remember what you told me? That no matter where what happens, and no matter where either of us go, we will always be together. I believe that, and I know that you will be with me everyday until I see you again, and I will be with you too.

I adore you, my love. I love you with everything that I have.

Your Y/N.

“That was quite the show of power you put on in the Spring Court,” Rhysand said as he, to your surprise, embraced you in a tight hug. Azriel had transported you both as far as he could, before flying you up, and up, towards what he had called the House of Wind. You had barely opened your eyes once during the entire flight, terrified to look down at what might lay beneath you; to the Night Court, that Tamlin and Lucien had spoken such terrible things about. But you were safe now, on solid ground, and you knew that Rhysand wouldn’t hurt you. You trusted him.

“Well, it wasn’t entirely intentional,” you replied. “And it certainly landed me in some hot water.”

Rhysand narrowed his eyes, glancing to Azriel who still hovered behind you. Azriel motioned to the band of gold and emerald around your neck, and Rhysand, after sniffing once, widened his eyes. Immediately, his hand was against the cool metal, and after a second, the entire thing simply cracked, falling to the ground with a clatter in pieces. You stared down at it in awe.

“We don’t have faebane in my court,” Rhysand said firmly. “And we certainly don’t hide people’s powers here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered out.

Rhysand smirked. “Don’t mention it.”

“Is she here yet?” A gruff voice sounded from somewhere inside the house. You realised then that you were standing on a balcony, overlooking the Night Court, and your stomach whirled, unsure of what you would see beyond should you turn around in that second.

“Yes, she’s here,” Rhysand called back, rather monotonously. He turned back to you then. “Sorry about them. We don’t see a lot of new faces around here.”

Suddenly, a burly male, with dark hair and similar leather to Azriel’s, showcasing gems of his own in blood-red, appeared in the doorway, grinning maniacally. If Azriel was twice your size, then this male was at least three-times your size, with those large wings curled up behind his back. At the male’s side was a small, slender female, with silk blonde locks and a truly beautiful face. She beamed happily at you.

And yet, you couldn’t focus on them. Instead, something pulled you, urged you to turn around, and when you finally did, letting your feet bring you to the very edge of the balcony, your jaw dropped in awe.

It was nothing like what you had been expecting. A sprawling city lay below you, tucked between mountainous skylines. Buildings jutted up all over the place, their golden, warm lights glinting off the reflection of a river running straight through the middle, almost like starlight itself. And there, in the darkened night sky, were the real stars, more than you had ever seen before, shining blissfully down upon you.

Figures moved to stand beside you, Azriel to your left, and Rhysand to your right, the other male and female on Azriel’s far-side. You all looked out across that city, and you couldn’t help but gasp as you caught a glimpse of a couple of faerie children walking down the street, hand-in-hand, laughing happily to themselves as their mother trailed behind them.

Rhysand leaned in, smirking, but never once taking his eyes off the city below us.

“Welcome to Velaris.”

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Project Pisces ◇ Bustos G1, Part 1

⊶⊰Information⊱⊷ ⊶⊰Chronological (all)⊱⊷ ⊶⊰Chronological (Bustos)⊱⊷

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Let me start by saying I really dropped the ball here. When I first made the family, it was Veronica (the mum), two child boys Gary and Bruce, and an infant named Bryanna. But when I first started placing the families, I forgot to turn aging off for the other households ;_;) So when I started this family, the boys were teens and Bryanna was a toddler just shy of aging up.

This is the house they will be living in.

The Bustos family moved to Del Sol Valley, excited to start a new life. Veronica’s husband was just one month shy of retiring from the Military and the family could finally be whole. Veronica was excited to have her husband back and to finally be able to chase her dream of being a painter.

Life is not without tragedy, though. Just two weeks before the family was set to move, Veronica got a call telling her that her husband had been killed in the line of duty. It was a freak accident, they said, and it never should have happened. She was devastated and rightfully so. As badly as she wanted to just collapse into a pool of sorry, she still had their children to think of.

Their new house had already been bought, their old house sold, so they had no choice but to complete the move. Honestly, this is better for the family. Not being surrounded by memories of him in their old home might just help them heal.

Gary has been especially helpful in regard to his baby sister. He adores her, after all!

Meanwhile, Veronica started to chase her dream. All of those negative, painful emotions were channeled into her work! It was very therapeutic.

She finally got to try out her new appliances, too! They were a housewarming gift from her mother. She still needs to learn how to use them properly, though.

Veronica loves her children dearly and she enjoys having a light dynamic with them. The last thing she wants is to push her children away, that would break her.

However, that doesn’t mean she is soft on them when they misbehave! Bryanna kept throwing her food on the floor instead of eating it and Veronica was not having it. She gave that child a good talking to!

Gary decided to make food for the whole family but, well… he got distracted and burned the food.

“How are you doing, ma?”

“I’m okay, bunny. I know things have been difficult lately… I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, ma! We’ll get through this together, as a family.”

“I love you, bunny. Thank you.”

“Love you, too, ma, always!”

Veronica started to work on another painting but, no matter what she did, it just didn’t look right. It was a small thing, but when it was placed on top of everything else she was dealing with, the mountain became massive and she was just feeling overwhelmed by it all.

More than anything, she was afraid. Could she really survive on her own, without her husband there to guide her? Could she really raise her kids properly? What if she messes up and they end up hating her? And what about her painting, what if she doesn’t actually have what it takes to be a painter?

Bruce spent most of his time on the computer, playing games or scrolling through Simblr. After his father’s death, he retreated from the family, spending more time on his own.

Look at how proud she looks!

“Hey bro.”

“Hi, Gary… what do you want?”

“So, are you finally gonna tell me what happened on your walk on Wednesday exactly one and a half weeks ago?”

“Are you seriously still on that? Stop being so nosy!”

“C’mon~ Just tell me, it’ll make you feel better.”

Bruce could only sigh, knowing his brother would not go away until he spilled the beans.

“Wow, that’s kinda messed up, Bruce.”

“Shut up, Gary.”

When Veronica is busy, her boys keep an eye on Bryanna, keeping her company and making sure her needs don’t get too low! Even Bruce, who tries to act as if he doesn’t care, adores his baby sister.

This family is struggling right now, but they will be okay because they have each other.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2022!

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261. Forgiving Lies by Molly McAdams--⭐️

Beware of this book for those who need TW!!!! There’s a very descriptive r@pe scene. There is physical and emotional abuse. There is victim blaming. There is stalking. There is an insta romance that the MC falls into very close to her attack and I know everyone handles the trauma differently, but it felt a little too…easy for her to just move on to another guy? Also, warning for the MC saying that it’s not r@pe because he didn’t finish. Yeah, this book was a lot. I’m glad I’m finished it and that it’s not on my shelf anymore. Also there’s a sequel which just seems…pointless?

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262. So You Want to Be A Wizard by Diane Duane--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ve had this book on my bookshelves for years and I’ve always been curious if I would actually like it. While it wasn’t what I was expecting, it had its entertaining moments. This gave me similar vibes to A WRINKLE IN TIME in that it explores magic and the whimsical, but in a logical and slightly over wordy way. It had its moments where I was confused because of the writing and it made me remember how different fantasy and sci-fi were written in the past in comparison to today. I have the whole series, so I will try to read it 😂

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263. Moonlight by Rachel Hawthorne--⭐️⭐️⭐️

After having this on my currently reading list for far too long, I finally finished!! While this wasn’t a perfect read, it was actually a lot of fun. I already want the sequel for future reading. I enjoy the occasional werewolf (or shifter) lore and this one entertained me. The romance with the brooding tough boy was predictable but still fun. The writing is a little simple and predictable, but I think it would make for a great summer read.

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264. The Lesbiana’s Guide to Catholic School by Sonora Reyes--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Please check out the trigger warnings before you read this book, specifically TWs for: Homophobia, racism, Depression, and mention of suicide. One of the first times this book came to my attention was when one of my friends mentioned the first sentence of the book. Pick up a copy and read that sentence--I'm sure it'll hook you right away. This book had so many layers to it and Reyes captured them beautifully. One of the things I appreciated the most was how Latine culture can or might look at the topic of the LGBTQ+ community. This book shows how some people can surprise us, but others can fall into the homophobia that sometimes thrives in some Latine families/homes. Another thing I really appreciated was Reyes's representation of how depression can present itself differently and how good some people are at masking it. This particular part of the book will get your heart going, but I think that the topic was appropriate, especially because it could touch a reader who is quietly struggling. The MC was great and I loved seeing her character growth; especially because it was so imperfect. That fear of not knowing who to trust with one of your biggest secrets and maintaining that self-security one might build from living a life surrounded by those who fight to keep others like you down is very real. I think many will be able to relate to her--especially because of her imperfections. I really enjoyed this book and I think it's an important one for people to check out. I think this is one of those quiet YA books that will be one of those "I can't believe I hadn't read this until now" type of books.

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265. Stay True by Hua Hsu--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I have been reading sooooo many memoirs lately and I'm really here for it. I never thought I would be so intrigued by other peoples' lives and histories. Although this takes place during a time where I was barely alive, I found it fascinating to hear about someone's younger years during some pretty pivotal decades. I also have a soft spot for memoirs that speak about a family's immigration experience--although this time, it was a life story from a first generation immigrant child and not a .5 generation immigrant child. It was fascinating seeing how different his life was when I recall reading histories of others who went to their new countries as children as opposed to children who were born in the new countries. When it got to a certain part, my heart broke for the author. That was such a jarring moment that I had to pause for a second to fully understand what I had just read. This whole memoir felt like a dedication to the subject. It was written in such a compelling way that I couldn't believe it was over when it ended.

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266. A Little Bit Broken by Roz Weston--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Please look for the TWs before you pick this one up! I'm going to be honest, I didn't even know who Roz Weston was before I came across his memoir at work. And because I've been falling in love with memoirs and autobiographies, I HAD to read this one. I wasn't disappointed. Weston has gone through A LOT. Honestly, when he started detailing his self-destructive behaviour and self-worth issues I wasn't wholly surprised. It's incredible to see how put together of an image some people can show off to the world, but inside they're a storm cloud of emotions and experiences they can't voice or even begin to fully comprehend. This was a beautiful, raw, and heartbreaking life story and frankly, good for him for succeeding despite the trauma he faced. I also liked seeing the complicated relationship he had with his dad, even though his dad wasn't like the other dads of the time. I highly recommend you give this a read--especially the audiobook since he narrates the book himself. He has a great voice.

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267. Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm not going to lie, I feel like I didn't actually understand most of what I listened to in this audiobook, but Tyson has such a compelling way of teaching his readers that I enjoyed just listening to his words. Definitely recommend this one for anyone who is looking for a great storyteller that teaches you some science about our universe.

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268. Mr. Wrong Number by Lynn Painter--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I had a lot of fun reading this one--especially when it started getting spicy. Not only did we get a great enemies to lovers trope, but we got some hilarious text conversations between two characters with a ridiculous level of chemistry. If you want to giggle and just enjoy some good old fashioned tension, then this might be the next read for you!

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269. Deception by Lee Nichols--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I finally finished this book after having it on my bookshelf for forever and a day. I won't lie--I was thrown off at the beginning because the writing was incredibly juvenile. But as the story progressed, the MC grew and the writing matured a bit more. It got more interesting and I found myself being drawn back to the book more than when I first started it. I think the concept is really interesting and some of the mysteries were great and will most likely lead to an equally entertaining sequel. There were some dumb things here and there that made me roll my eyes, but I'm hoping to see some resolutions regarding those issues in the sequel. I'd recommend this series for those who like ghost stories with a bit of mystery and romance. Just keep in mind that this is an older book, so it might feel a little young (back when YA read younger).

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270. Forever Birchwood by Danielle Daniel--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I went into this a little wary because I wasn't entirely in the mood, but I became more intrigued when I realized when this story is set and when we started going into more detail about the friend group. Though this is set in Canada, it gave me strong NOW & THEN vibes. One of the things I love about these kinds of middle grade books is that some of the situations that would normally be used to create drama in older books are quickly resolved. It was interesting seeing these young girls on the brink of teenhood finding themselves while also trying to save something they love. I think young readers will appreciate and be able to relate to the changes the girls experience and the challenges they face that comes with growing up. Also, it was great to see that this story was set in a place so close to home and featured some great Indigenous representation!

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Happy reading!

[beyondspaceandstars]

Treacherous (6)

Relationship: Druig x Reader Warnings: n/a (i think) Summary: Soulmate!AU - Soulmate tattoos are incredibly rare but you’ve never felt really proud to have one. Everyone else around you gushed over it while you found the whole thing ominous and a little inconvenient. Truthfully, you were never really convinced you’d find your other half… That is until a random camping trip leads you to a quaint village run by a dark and brooding man who just so happens to be your soulmate. Stuck in the forest with nothing else to lose, you agree to join his world, his little village, and see if there’s actually love behind the markings. A/N: so...... this is a part i wrote but never published on tumblr (haha wooooow). but, as promised, i will be continuing this fic. i truly thought i had given up on it (i had a lot going on in my personal life) but then i saw people, like, enjoy it...? like even still a couple months later i was getting stuff on ao3 about it and i figured well if people like it then i guess i can try to continue it and so far, im getting back into the swing of it all.

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You could tell Druig was still upset when he came to get you for dinner that night. You had spent the day alone, mindlessly wandering through the home. Nothing had been able to keep your attention, from snooping around to checking out Druig’s fascinating collection of random books. Only the despair and regret you felt were all that could consume you.

Druig’s dark presence later that day did zero to help, but it wasn't like you expected it to. Part of your hurt came from him, from the bond.

You two walked in silence towards the dining hall. The only indication that Druig was actually still beside you was his ghostly touch on your lower back, guiding you. Even for how upset he was, you could tell he still wanted you around.

Once you reached the dining hall, Druig wordlessly motioned for you to enter. You did so immediately and made a bee-line for the two reserved seats you had faced the village in earlier. You suspected they were a permanent feature.

You did your best not to make eye contact with anyone as you sat down. You had no interest in really learning how fast words traveled in the village.

Druig joined you in his accompanying seat moments later. The hall was quiet and still.

"Evening," Druig greeted his villagers in English before switching to give a brief address in Portuguese. His voice sounded so distant in your ears despite his proximity to you.

Food scooped onto your plate brought your attention back to the dining hall. You looked up out of reflex. It was Druig who was serving you this time. Why—

"You need to eat," he simply said. "I know you have gone without all day." That’s when you felt a tug, a good tug, on the bond. Tears began welling in your eyes.

"Druig, I’m so—,"

"No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for throwing so much at you. I-I got ahead of myself. There’s so much excitement, so much I want, that I’ve been going too fast." He sighed and placed the bowl of what looked to be grilled vegetables back on the table. "I realize I’m only going to push you away if I keep this up."

You were so relieved at his words. You could cry over it as well.

"I’m glad to hear you say that," you admitted.

Only a small part of you wondered why you were entertaining this. You didn’t have to deal with it — you could leave…somehow. But you also couldn’t, not really. Not realistically. It was a fantasy you were going to have to get over. That started by being an adult, by handling relationships as one. Because you had to be honest, this was a relationship of some sort.

"Good," Druig finally said with a nod of his head. He looked a little confused. You had a feeling he wasn’t used to apologizing. "Eat, now. I won’t have you withering away, aye."

His brief but accented words made you chuckle before you dove into a spread of vegetables and unknown meats. You didn’t really want to know what kind of animal gave its life for this meal so you ate silently and observed the villagers deep in their conversations. They no longer stared at you — well, at least the adults didn’t — making meals slightly more enjoyable.

You were just about finished when someone tugged at the hem of your dress. You looked down next to you to find the girl from class earlier. The one invested in love.

She looked at you with big, pleading blue eyes and mumbled, "I’m sorry."

You placed your fork and knife back on the table. "Sorry?" You frowned. "What for?"

You could tell she was searching for the correct English words so you waited patiently.

"You were…s-sad."

Your eyes grew wide and a bit embarrassed. "Oh—Oh, not with…"

Druig had apparently been listening because he piped up to save the day by translating what you were trying to explain.

When he was done, the girl smiled happily and said good night. You watched her hop back over to her family.

"Thank you," you said to Druig.

He responded by placing his hand on your knee beneath the table. So small, yet so electric.

***

Druig seemed a bit jittery the next morning. He had awoken before you, which was no surprise, but in your sleepy state, you suddenly smelled…coffee?

You at up on your side of the bed, careful not to fall. You had taken to sleeping as close to the edge as possible in hope of putting space between you and Druig but it wasn’t really an ideal situation.

You swung your feet off of the bed, now awake and curious. You’d never been awoken to coffee here before. You didn’t even realize they had it but that wasn’t saying much given your limited knowledge of the rainforest. You clearly hadn’t looked at enough travel blogs before taking your trip.

You tip-toed out of the bedroom and down the hall. Peaking around the corner, you found Druig standing in the kitchen…cooking? Something was sizzling on the stove. Water dripped from a filter in a carafe on the counter. Two plates were set up, each graced with a slice of toast. To say you were confused would be the understatement of the century.

But before you could ask what he was doing, Druig spoke. "Good morning."

You jumped, unaware that he knew you were there which was borderline stupid of you. He was constantly aware of your presence just as you were aware of his.

"Good morning," you said as you walked into the kitchen. You stepped around to the counter and inspected your surroundings. Scrambled eggs mixed with pepper and what smelled like cheese were cooking away. "What-What are you doing?"

"Making us breakfast," he said like it should be obvious. And, well, it was obvious but also…unexpected.

"I didn’t know you cooked," you responded. "Won’t the villagers miss you at their breakfast?"

Druig scoffed. "Despite what you may believe, I do not need to oversee them at all times. I have missed many breakfasts and I will miss many more. I… I just wanted to do something nice for us this morning. I’m certainly not the most skilled cook here but I do my best."

You glanced at the eggs and coffee as Druig walked over to pull a fresh bowl of berries out of the fridge. You frowned. You had never looked in the fridge. You had no idea it contained, well, anything.

Druig turned off the stove and began constructing your plates. A scoop of eggs, handful of berries, marmalade spread on the toast. "Would you get our cups of coffee prepared?" He asked.

You looked at the carafe then at the mugs sitting nearby. The use of our still wasn’t settling right in any capacity but you tried not to let it show. "How do you take your coffee?" Druig was already away setting the table. He moved so fast and fluidly throughout this home like this was how it was all supposed to be, just so content.

"One scoop of sugar, please," he said. "The canister is in the cupboard. Milk is in the fridge if you need it."

You turned back to the mugs and slowly poured the fresh coffee. You added a scoop of sugar to one and left the other plain. Sure, you missed your scoop of sugar and vanilla creamer, but, frankly, you didn’t want to make your coffee how you liked it. The idea of being that comfortable here was a little jarring to think about. You carried the mugs over to join Druig at the table. He was already digging around in his scrambled eggs like he was looking for the perfect bite.

You sipped your coffee and ignored how it burned your tongue. You just needed something to do. Despite the fact you two shared a bed — practically shared a life now — sitting here alone with him was still quite intimidating.

"Everything looks very good," you commented and took a bite of toast. It was incredibly fresh and crunchy. The butter was rich and melted on your tongue. There was still no denying the villagers here had some talent. You knew food from the outside world didn’t exactly make its way around here so to think they forged this, grew this, created this was beyond impressive. If you ever made it home, you didn’t think you were going to take your five-dollar coffee for granted ever again.

"I’m glad you’re enjoying it," Druig said with a small smile. He took another bite of eggs. "There is something I wanted to talk to you about this morning."

Your stomach twisted into knots. You thought you two had resolved your issue. It should be water under the bridge. Was he upset still? Why would he make this breakfast? Was he… Was he going to do something to you? No, why would he? You two are —

Druig’s hand gently laid over your’s on the table. You nearly yelped at his touch. There was absolutely no hiding the racing thoughts that had just flown through your head.

"There’s no need to be nervous, dear," he said with the utmost gentle voice. "I… I have an idea. But I want your input on it first."

You were nearly taken aback by Druig’s noticeable nervousness but you didn’t mention it. "What is it?"

"I would like you to meet some of the women of the village. They have a little…group where they craft necessities for the village. Sew clothing, make blankets, things like that. I thought maybe you could join them."

You slid your hand away from Druig’s. "I—I’m not sure." It wasn’t the crafting that really got to you — you had some knowledge in hobbies like crocheting and such — it was the idea of having to interact, to fit in with everyone. You were proving to be a little challenged in that area.

He smirked, almost humored by your concern. "Do not fret. They would be more than glad to teach you if that is what you are worried about." It wasn’t but you didn’t correct him. "I have overheard them and they already seem quite fond of you."

You bit the inside of your cheek. "They don’t really—,"

"Know you?" Druig finished your sentence with ease and amusement. "You need to stop worrying about that, dear."

You would likely never admit it out loud but he was right. None of this would ever work if your brain kept getting stuck on the more minute pieces.

You sighed. "Okay."

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Druig led you to where the women congregated in the courtyard to complete their tasks. As you approached the group, you immediately recognized them as the ones you had asked for assistance from when you stumbled into this…world. That realization made you a tad bit more nervous but you couldn’t do anything about it. Druig had an incredibly tight grip on your hand.

He called out to the group of six women in their native tongue. All heads turned to you two. The women’s faces lit up once they noticed you trailing behind Druig.

"Welcome, welcome," an older woman spoke quickly as she stood waving you over.

"Ladies," Druig greets them then motions towards you, letting your hands finally disconnect. "You know my beautiful dear."

They nodded, slowly. You pretended not to notice that not exactly everyone in the group was totally sold on you yet. Some eyed you suspiciously but shot you forced smiles. Others kept their concentration on their work.

You were forced to stand awkwardly to the side as Druig gave the older woman a rundown of what he expected. She nodded eagerly, her eyes holding such fascination. She was practically consumed by the conversation. It was interesting, really, seeing the different approaches to Druig. Some looked at him like he was sent from heaven — which, well, maybe some could argue he was — while others paid him the bare minimum respect. You noted the latter was rarer than the former but it was clear to see that whatever attitude they had towards Druig was immediately extended to you.

You heard Druig ask the woman if she understood. Once she gave a definitive nod, the pair broke apart and the woman was now the one grasping your hand. She motioned for you to sit and you obeyed, trying to make yourself comfortable on a blanket the women had spread out over the ground. You looked around at the group. They appeared to be…knitting. They made yarn out here, too?

You felt someone plop down next to you and you looked over, surprised to find Druig had stayed. You furrowed your brows in silent questioning.

"You’ll likely still need me to translate, darling," he said.

You shook your head as the older woman handed you knitting needles and a ball of yarn. "I am fairly well-versed in knitting, actually."

Druig’s jaw went slack. "You couldn’t have told me that sooner?"

You shrugged. "I… When was I really supposed to tell you that? We haven’t exactly done any icebreakers."

Druig didn’t respond immediately, giving you time to begin your knitting. You weren’t totally sure what you were going for but so far it seemed to be a…blanket? Well, alright. You look at the other women’s projects. Some were busy with scarves, some with hats, others starting on socks. Until someone told you specifically what was needed, you’d continue with your blanket, you decided.

"Maybe you’re right," Druig said abruptly. You frowned and continued your knots.

"Right? About what?"

"We need to get to know one another better."

"I never said—,"

"We know so much yet so little it feels," Druig said, promptly cutting off your weak protests. But really, what did you have to protest? He wasn’t wrong. It was only slightly backward that he decided now would be the best time to pump the brakes and learn more about one another.

When you didn’t say anymore, Druig continued. "I suggest we have a…date."

You scoffed, not taking your eyes off your work-in-progress blanket. "A date?"

"Yes, a date," he confirmed. "That’s what humans do, aye? Even soulmates?"

"I…" Your words faded. You had to think about that for a second. Did soulmates go on dates? You were very familiar with dating people without soulmates. You had to assume it was the same among soulmates. "Yes, soulmates go on dates." You sighed. "Just because you are matched with someone doesn’t mean, like, life just begins. There may still be work to do. I… I think we’ve proven that."

From the corner of your eye, you saw Druig smirking. He looked incredibly pleased with this proposition. You couldn’t even deny that the idea of a date was a little bit exciting. Maybe something would conspire. There were obvious physical sparks between you two but when it came to an emotional understanding, you were on separate planes. A date could at least be fun. You were intrigued to see what Druig came up with.

"Very well then," he said with a nod. "We will have a date."

"Wonderful," you said and that was that. It was decided.

Druig was quiet for the rest of the afternoon while you continued on your blanket but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time. You did your best to ignore it and try to focus on your purpose here. The women around you were conversing in their native tongue and you could only pick up bits here and there but you truly didn’t mind. You were very focused on making something at least presentable. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself again.

A little weight was taken off your shoulders when the woman Druig spoke to — you presumed she was sort of in charge of this whole congregation — patted your kneed and said, "¡Bien!" You smiled, very pleased with what you had accomplished today. It felt great actually, sitting among the other women and creating something for the village. You weren’t sure where your blanket was actually going to go once you were done but it was at least a little contribution.

The group broke for the day just before dinner time. The women paired off, still chatting as they made their way back to their homes and families. Some women departed solo but quickly met up with others who had been working in a different part of the village. You watched them carefully as you stood from the blanket after having given the older women your project to store until tomorrow.

You felt Druig approach you from behind. A light hand was placed on your lower back.

"Did you have a nice time?" He asked. "If — If not, I’m sure there’s something else we can find for you —,"

You shook your head, cutting him off. "It was good," you confessed cautiously, a little shortly. "I haven’t had the chance to just sit down and knit in a long time."

"There are other projects they can teach you as well."

"That’s…nice."

Your words felt stupid but it was hard to speak when something was simmering. You didn’t want to admit out loud how content and natural it felt to spend your afternoon doing the most simple but enjoyable task. With Druig by your side.

For just a couple of hours, your brain was on one thing. Part of you even blocked out the fact you were where you were. You could only imagine what other crafts and projects would do for you. It was nerve-wracking in a way you couldn’t understand. There was little you could do to formulate exactly what you were feeling.

It was almost like…something had clicked.

You shot down the feeling immediately. That was ridiculous. That was insane. Why could’ve clicked? You were just knitting. You were probably tired from repeated restless nights in that shared bed. Your exhaustion was making you feel things alarming. You were definitely taking a nap after dinner — on the couch. Far away from your soulmate. Just for a bit. But if you were lucky, he’d leave you there for the night.

If Druig could sense your uncertainty — which you wouldn’t absolutely bet on — he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he moved his hand from your back and grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers.

"Come on," he said, tugging you gently as he began walking away from the courtyard. "I want to check on dinner before it’s served."

You didn’t resist as Druig led you over to the dining hall, that weird feeling inside you dormant but brewing.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑇𝑤𝑜 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content including somnophilia (obviously consensual), lactating kink. Illusions to infidelity (which I do not condone nor encourage). Read at your own discretion. Older/Aged up Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Opening his eyes, Hongjoong let out a tired smile as he looked at your peacefully sleeping figure. He was glad that both of you had a good night's rest and the baby in the next room didn't wake you up. Caressing your cheek, he blushed as he remembered the previous night with you.

Getting up, he picked up his discarded sweatpants and quickly slipped them on before going over to the window. Opening up the blinds just a tiny bit to let in a little light, he looked back over when he heard you moan in your sleep.

"Hongjoong..." You whimpered unconsciously.

By the way you shifted inside the blankets, Hongjoong knew you were more than likely rubbing your thighs together. It might have been a little early, but if you needed him, how was he supposed to deny you especially when you called out so cutely for him.

You fluttered your eyes open when you felt kisses being pressed against your jaw that soon traveled to your neck, hips involuntarily bucking up when you felt your lover's hard on rub against your clit.

"Morning babygirl. Did you miss me that much already?" He teased you, a light chuckle emanating from his lips as he began inserting himself into you.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

It was still the early hours of dawn yet Seonghwa was fully awake. His hand was tenderly caressing your hip as he continued to admire your body. Although he had done a lot of that the night before, it still wasn't enough for him. Every mark on your body that detailed the pregnancy you went through was absolutely beautiful for him.

Unable to bear it any longer, he slowly crawled his way underneath the blanket where he positioned himself right in between your thighs. He started off by peppering kisses along your stretch marks, his tongue occasionally poking out every now and then. When he finally reached your mound he didn't hesitate to start licking tenderly and slowly at your folds, trying not to abruptly wake you up.

You thought you were in a lucid dream until you opened your eyes and saw someone shuffling under the covers. Pulling some of the blanket to the side, your head rested back on the pillow as you let out a moan when you saw Seonghwa's head buried deep between your legs.

"Morning gorgeous." He greeted you as he smiled against your clit before giving it a suckle that made you want to squirm away from him, but his hands on your thighs prevented you from moving.

"Just stay down and get comfortable beautiful. I'm not coming out of here for a while."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

"I don't wanna get up just yet." You let out a croaked whine as you nestled closer against your equally half tired half awake husband.

"We don't have to, it's still pretty early." He told you as the arm that was wrapped around you lightly tapped on the side of your hip.

You tried to wrap one leg over Yunho's but your face grimaced as you felt the dull sting of his thrusts from the night before. Noticing your reaction, Yunho chuckled.

"Did I accidentally go too rough on you? Did I break you yet again?" He cooed mockingly at you as he pinched your nose, which made you irritated.

"N-no! I'm fine actually. In fact I'm so fine that I could probably ride you with no issues at all." You proudly boasted.

"Oh yeah? Prove it then baby." He taunted you, not actually expecting you to follow through but you surprised him when you got up and pulled his shirt off you and climbed on top of him, albeit with a little difficulty but you did. Yunho watched you with a smirk as you began pumping him in your hand.

"Do you still have energy left to go for another round though?" You teased him as you gave him a tight squeeze.

"Trust me doll, I never run out of energy if it means fucking your tight pussy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

"What are you doing?" You sleepily asked when you awoke to find Yeosang staring right at you.

"Admiring you before I have to go." He answered with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

You both looked over at the clock, knowing that soon the house and its occupants would soon be bustling and it would be best if Yeosang snuck back into his room.

"I don't wanna leave. I wanna stay here with you." He huffed as he layed back down on the bed with you.

You swore he acted more like a child than his daughter did, confirmed by how now you tried to get him out of your bed, which he was very reluctant about.

"You'll see me later tonight anyways, it'll only be for a few hours." You reminded him as you helped him gather his clothes that had been scattered about on the floor.

"I'll miss you so much." He pouted at you.

You were about to roll your eyes but then you got an idea. Stopping him before he threw his shirt on, you sunk down to your knees and took hold back his cock which instantly got hard at your touch.

"Then let me leave you with something so you don't miss me too much.."

Yeosang shuddered when your lips kissed his head, your tongue dipping into his slit.

"And so you have something to look forward to tonight."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

Head thrown back against the softness and the pillow as lewd moans spewed out of your mouth, your fingers were tangled in the back of San's hair as he continued to swallow and suck at your nipples, his hands pressing hard against your squishy skin so he'd be able to gulp down more of your milk.

"Sannie...please." You whimpered out, yet he made no answers nor did he move from where he was. Calling out to him once more and even tugging his hair harshly, you finally got a response from him.

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly yet went back to his previous task of breastfeeding from you.

"Stop being selfish, that milk is also for our daughter." You reminded him as you tried to move him from your chest, which resulted in him latching into your nipple with more intensity.

"You were mine before you were her mom, I think I deserve to get my fair share of enjoying your body as I want. Don't get me wrong I love our princess and I don't regret having her, but last night was the first time in a while that I finally get you all to myself and I'm going to take advantage of it."

Dipping his tongue back in between your breasts, San let out a soft chuckle as he kneaded your mounds.

"Besides you produce more than enough milk baby mama. Got your shirts getting wet patches from all the milk pouring out of your tits."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You were awoken when you felt Mingi, who was still nestled inside of you, slightly pull in and out of you. You weren't too fazed by this, you guys often tried cockwarming, especially if the night before you guys were being a little naughty. There was just something heartwarming about having him stay inside you after he fucked you sore.

"Still wanna go?" Mingi asked. Even though you had explicitly told him to fuck you awake, he still wanted to make sure you'd still be up for it.

You didn't even respond, you simply pushed yourself back onto him after he had pulled out of you. Getting the hint, Mingi helped you onto all fours, which automatically excited you. Soon he was pulling moan after moan out of your mouth as his hips slammed into you from behind, one hand reaching over to stimulate you further by rubbing your clit.

"You gotta be quiet love." He teased as his other hand came over to cup over your mouth, effectively muffling all the loud noises coming out of it.

"Our angel is sleeping in the other room and if she hears us, she'll wake up."

He purposefully made it harder for you as he jolted his hips up, further ramming himself in you.

"So let's try to not get caught."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"She's going to wake up any second now." Although you tried to reason with Wooyoung, you made absolutely no attempt to get him off you. Instead you simply melted into his kisses and caresses, still high from the blissful night you two shared just a few hours ago.

"No she won't. She's been sleeping a lot more recently." He assured you as he raked his teeth along your shoulder blades, threatening to leave marks plastered on you.

"Yes but- oh fine. But we have to be quick about it..just in case." You told him.

"Quick you say? Ok then."

You let out a squeak when Wooyoung flipped over and pulled you on top of him with no warning. At first you were confused when he started shifting you around, but after he began turning you, you understood what he was aiming for. You let him guide you so your ass was right on top of his face, your dripping pussy inches away from his mouth. Bending over, you brought your mouth over to his cock, licking his shaft which made him jitter under you.

"Fuck! Oh shit." Not wanting to let you get away with teasing, Wooyoung layed his tongue flat on your lips before curling it upwards so it could flick at your clit, eliciting a response from your body.

"Remember, we gotta be quick about it. So start sucking baby."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho looked up amusedly, sleep still in his eyes, at your tantalizing figure that was now rutting itself against one of his thighs.

"I'm up." You simply stated while continuing to grind on him.

"I can see that very well my little vixen. And now I'm up." You both laughed quietly at his double sensed joke.

Effortlessly picking you up with his hands, Jongho settled you down on his cock, now making you grind your slick folds along his thick length that was hardening even more now.

"This horny this early love?" He raised an eyebrow at you yet never stopped moving you.

"Can't help it. You left me wanting more after last night." You shyly admitted.

"Oh? Is that so? You want more. I'll give you more."

Aligning himself on your entrance, Jongho and you simultaneously hissed, you from the stretch he gave you and he from the way your walls hugged around his shaft.

"Baby, hold onto the headboard." He instructed you and you promptly obeyed with no hesitation.

"Because I'm not going easy on you. I'm starting my morning off by fucking you dumb."

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[plushienanami]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 (ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ʙᴜᴄᴄɪɢᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this will be my first story on tumblr and excited to write. it’s based of a dream i’ve had recently so i’m taking it and running with it. enjoy!

Fate’s Binding

Was saving the fates of six men worth it? During the aftermath of Golden Wind, the gang are left to walk in your shadow.

(Yan!Buccigang x fem!reader)

You were their savior. You saved them from their inescapable fate that was chosen for them, as the boss once said. You broke the chains that bound them to their own sleeping fate and gave them a new chance. The hard reality hitting them in the face that you were gone, back to where fate had brought you from. Maybe you were part of fate itself deciding a change was needed. No matter what, you were their own angel sent down in order to give them new meaning and self-awakening. 

They thought that once the boss was brought down and atoned for his many sins, they would feel complete with the blood sweat and tears that were shedded over the journey. Never until now did they come to the understanding that the journey was the best part of this supposed golden experience. The tears, laughs, and frustration were the true goal that they’ve always reached deep down in their hearts. When they walked away from the colosseum that early morning after parting ways with the girl who held the power to change fates, was when that monotonous feeling began to eat at them. The tears that were shed during that golden daybreak were thought to originally be from sadness of missing their dear friend, when it actually was the fear of losing someone they have come to love. 

At first it wasn’t intimacy, just admiration from someone who was able to bend pre-determined destinies with mere words or actions. Their initial response to the thought of adoration with someone they looked up to was a laughing matter at hand, until they began to register the tender moments each shared with you. Fully able to grasp the passion they all felt, they embrace it with open arms not aware of the consequences that came with it.

You were gone.

Naples had always been a bustling home town, especially with the new order in tow of a drug abolishment. Although it wasn’t the same once the golden wind that came had finally blown it’s last swish of life. The gold from their lives were gone causing the world they once saw to turn into a wishy-washy perception of the view they once had. The truth guided them with how each looked at the world and would interpret it for their own well-being. Slowly but surely everything that was given to them was merely just an everyday task. They felt ashamed that the new life you have endowed them with was just a dull mundane vision to them. They lack the one thing they truly yearned for, your love.

Your realities were never supposed to originally meet, it was impossible yet was done somehow. You were different, you were able to break free from your chains of fate and spread that goodwill to others. Never until now did they begin to question how you did it. Were you some stand user who lied about other worldly abilities? Or were you a deity who was granted permission to come to this world to spread your compassion to others? Honestly they wouldn’t have put it past you if it were the truth. Someway or somehow you had got to their world…

Now it was just time to get to yours.

[lucy90712]

first kick (pregnancy series)

Series masterlist

George:

Me and George have been having a super chill weekend together after a few busy weeks which he has tried not to do throughout the pregnancy because he wants to spend time with me and enjoy it but sometimes work just takes over and thats ok and he knows that but he still feels bad. We have been watching a lot of movies today now that our baby can hear things we have to introduce her to our favourite films like Harry Potter which we have been binging all day.

About halfway through the 4th film George went to get more snacks for us because I was really craving popcorn today. When he left I thought I felt movement in my stomach but I couldn't be sure but then it happened again and was much stronger this time, it was definitely a kick which was something that hasn't happened before.

"George come here" I said

"What is it?" he asked running over

"She's kicking" I said

I took his hand hand put it in the place where I felt the kicks before and it wasn't long before they happened again. They hurt a little bit because the kicks are right in my ribs but it was still an amazing feeling to know that our little girl is moving around and happy in there. George looked like he was about to explode with happiness at feeling his little girl moving around. He left his hands on my bump for ages not wanting to miss a single kick but eventually he had to let go when I had to use the bathroom but he quickly put his hands back on my bump when I got back.

Our movie marathon was quickly forgotten about and instead we mostly sat in silence watching my bump for any signs of movement only occasionally talking when we got bored of staring at nothing but our baby doesn't like the attention not being on her because as soon as we'd start talking she would begin kicking again.

Dream:

One thing about being pregnant is not being able to sleep. I have been really struggling to get to sleep tonight not because I wasn't trying but just because I couldn't get comfortable and when I did I would need to pee which is just a continuous cycle.

I was tossing and turning before I felt small little kick in my stomach I ignored it at first because I thought it was just my sleep deprived brain but when it continued I realised that it was the baby kicking. It felt so odd to know that was our baby kicking especially because we have waited so long for this moment because despite starting to show quite early on not much has happened since which worried the both of us but our doctor just told us that everything was fine. The doctor warned that when she starts kicking she probably won't stop because it has been so long of a wait which I'm not very excited about.

Clay has been editing most of the night so he's in his office so I thought I would get up to tell him seeing as I'm not going to get any sleep anytime soon. When I went in the room he was talking to Sapnap but he muted when I came over.

"Are you ok? Is everything alright?" He asked

"Yeah I'm fine but shes kicking" I said

I guided his hands to the place that I could feel the kicks so that he could feel them too, he almost squealed when he felt the first kick but he kept it mostly together although there was a huge smile on his face. He unmuted to tell sapnap because he was just so excited.

"She's kicking Sap shes kicking" he said

"Yeah shes really going for it" he added

I couldn't hear what Sapnap said because Clay had his headphones on but by his responses I could tell he was also excited for us. Sapnap and George have been really involved with his pregnancy mainly because Clay tells them everything so they are generally just as excited as we are at each milestone.

Clay made me sit with him while he finished editing so he could keep his hand on my bump to feel every kick and it was quite relaxing actually and for once I actually felt tired enough to fall asleep so the two of us went to bed and I had one of the best nights sleep I've had in ages.

Sapnap:

I'm chilling watching Netflix while Sapnap streams and of course thats when I start to feel movement in my stomach I have felt things before just like the baby moving around so I didn't think much of it but the feeling soon changed and was more forceful. I immediately knew that it was kicks and I felt bad that Sapnap wasn't here to experience it.

I thought about what to do and in the end I texted him to say I was going to come into his streaming room just incase he had facecam on so he could be prepared. He text back worried about me but I decided not to respond because I was almost at his door.

Sapnap looked at me as soon as I opened the door and told his chat he would be back in a minute before muting his mic. He rolled his chair over closer to me and I took his hands and put them on my bump without saying anything so that he could work it out for himself. His expression changed very quickly into one of pure joy and a small squeal left his mouth as our son continued  to kick.

He didn't want to go back to his stream but I made him at least for a little while so he didn't just end and make the viewers worried so he did but he wanted me to stay in the room incase the baby kicked anymore. The mood of the stream changed and it was much more upbeat and he was playing a lot better than he was before which I thought was really cute that he felt so motivated by it.

Quackity:

Me and Alex are out on a drive like we do sometimes, we have nowhere in particular to go we just like driving around blasting music and other people probably judge us from their own cars but we never care because we enjoy it.

We were driving around not too far from our neighbourhood when I felt small little kicks in the bottom of my stomach which I knew right away was the baby but I didn't say anything for a minute because I didn't want to tell Alex if it was going to stop and he was driving. But when it continued I decided to tell him because I didn't want him to miss this moment.

"Alex shes kicking" I said

"No way hang on let me pull over" he said

He found somewhere to safely stop the car ands we both took of our seatbelts off and I got him to put his hands on the bottom of my bump where the kicks were still happening. He was so happy when he felt her kick using his free hand to grab one of mine and squeeze it.

We sat at the side of the road for a while before the baby calmed down and stopped kicking so much which gave us the chance to go back home. On the ride home we talked about how exciting it is that our baby is moving around and we get to feel like she's really with us on an everyday basis.

Karl:

Karl has been gone all day filming and he still won't be back for a few more hours but I just started feeling kicks in my stomach which are so strong you can see the movement on my bump. I felt so awful that Karl wasn't here to experience it but to make him feel like he hasn't fully missed out I filmed it for a bit and sent it to Karl.

He FaceTimed me as soon as he read the text and I had the camera on my bump as we talked and I tried to make him feel better that he wasn't here in person to experience it. He was so excited to get home and try and get the kicks to start again so he can feel them which he has been looking forward to for a little while.

A few hours later he came home and we sat together on the sofa trying to do everything we could to get our son to start kicking again. We tried most things before I played some music which seemed to do the trick because the kicks started again and Karl watched it before putting his hand on where the kicks were happening. He was so happy and that made me happy despite the uncomfortableness of the constant hard kicking. We went to bed to lay down while the baby kept kicking to make it at least a little more comfortable but it really didn't do a lot and I just had to wait for it to stop again.

Wilbur:

The baby has been super active recently but not really kicking just like wriggling around especially today I've been super busy and she has been joining in. I finally got a chance to sit down this evening and thats when I felt kicks, the feeling was different to just movement it was stronger and more concentrated in one spot.

I knew Wilbur would be sad to miss this seeing as he's at his office streaming but I decided to text him so that could know it was happening. I watched him look at his phone to read my text because I was watching the stream and right away he told chat he needed to end and that was it the stream was over. I got a text back saying he was on his way so I tried to keep the baby kicking  until he got back.

Wilbur made it home in record time and didn't even lock the door when he came in to not waste anymore time. He sat in front of the sofa as I laid down and guided his hand to where the kicks were still happening and he could definitely feel it because a huge smile appeared on his face.

"Wow she's really active isn't she" he said

"Yeah she's been moving around all day I swear she doesn't sleep" I replied

"I hope she sleeps when she's born" he said

"Me too" I agreed

[yunoysl]

—perfect fit; 0.8k words

too lazy to do warnings but it’s giving Jaehyun head for the first time that’s all you need to know.

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“Can I give you head?” Your question definitely took Jaehyun by surprise as he started choking. You probably shouldn’t have asked him while he was in the middle of drinking water.

You were hanging out with your girlfriends a week ago and they started talking about their sex life. You obviously sitting their quietly as you had never done anything explicit before. They also talked about giving their boyfriends head. At first you were disgusted—why would someone want to suck a dick, that’s gross—but when you got home and really thought about Jaehyun and how you feel about him, you started to get it.

“What-what gave you the idea to ask that?” He asked once he finally was able to breathe.

“Well, we’ve never done it before, and I know you said you won’t pressure me and said you’ll wait until I’m ready, and I’m ready now” once you said that, Jaehyun started removing his pants, eager to have your mouth on him. Jaehyun’s dreamed of this day, but he won’t ever tell you that.

Once Jaehyun’s pants and underwear were off, you were shocked.

Jaehyun is definitely not small.

The sight of his big cock had your mouth watering, eager to have it in your mouth and please him—you didn’t know you wanted it that bad. It wasn’t exactly news to you that Jaehyun was big—thanks to lots of rumors around campus about how blessed he was.

“Have you ever done this before?” Jaehyun asked you when he noticed you were starting to get nervous.

You weren’t that clueless on what you were suppose to do—a couple porn videos helped you figure it out. But it’s very different to watch it and actually do it yourself.

“Do you want me to guide you?” You softly nodded at him, too nervous to verbally answer him.

He guided your head to his cock, waiting for you to open your mouth before shoving the tip inside. You felt a little weird at first, and also a little gross, but it soon went away as you looked up and saw Jaehyun swallowing hard. He pushed your head lower on him, your mouth not even having half of him Inside you yet.

“Breath through your nose, baby, and relax your mouth” You pulled yourself off of him, making him confused, until you sunk your mouth back down on him, making his eyes almost pop out of his head. You tried slowly taking more of him, taking his advice and relaxing your mouth, along with breathing through your nose.

“Let me in, I know you can” He pushed his hips forward an inch to help you out. Jaehyun softly gripped your your hair as you started to slowly take more and more of him. His cock gave you a pleasurable stretch.

You were starting to get the hang of it. You didn’t like how glow and gentle Jaehyun was being, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You started picking up your pace, taking Jaehyun by surprise as he pulled on your hair that he was gripping.

It isn’t long before you’re gagging around his cock, the sound driving Jaehyun crazy. You close your eyes, continually gagging and trying to breath through your nose.

“Are you enjoying it?” When you didn’t answer fast enough to his liking he decided to shove his cock down your throat. You sucked your cheeks in while you tried to fit the rest of him in your mouth, his cock heavy on your tongue. He finally hit the back of your throat, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He moans as he keeps a grip on your hair to fuck your mouth at an impossibly fast rate. His huge cock was stuffed into you as deep as you can take.

Jaehyun had no idea how your jaw wasn’t hurting.

“Do you like gagging on my cock?” He was taunting you, basking in the pleasure of you being a cock hungry slut for him. The sloppier you got, the faster Jaehyun was to finishing in your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum” he whispers as soft swears escape his throat. “F-Feels so good.”

Jaehyun’s moans and grunts filled your ears as your throat closed around him.

“You’re doing such a good job. You’re taking my cock so well, it’s like your mouth was perfectly made just for my cock” you’re bobbing your head up and down on Jaehyun’s cock, eager to have his cum fill your mouth. His hand is stroking the top of your head, which brings you comfort and eases you more.

“Shit!” He hisses as he pulls your head off of him, pumping his cock before exploding on your face, thick ropes of cum coating your face, only some of it managing to land in your mouth. He tries to grab something to clean up your face with, but before he can do that you’re wiping it off your face with your fingers and sticking it inside your mouth.