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[cascader]

ten years later

for @jilymicrofics january day 2 prompt “grow”

“Maybe you’ve grown out of it,” Mary offers.

Lily sighs openly into the phone. “It wasn’t all me, Mary. In fact—”

“Maybe you both have, is what I meant, dear,” she clarifies. “We both know this is too good to pass up.”

She’s right: an A24 movie with a smart, grounded script and a female lead who isn’t the stoic asshole role she’s been pigeonholed into? It’s everything she’s had Mary looking out for all these years.

If only the male lead role hadn’t just gone to James Potter.

Maybe Mary’s right. It’s been ten years since their breakout role together and the infamous, nauseating, exhausting feud that accompanied it.

She can do this. They’ll have grown. Or at least she has.

Right?

[hanafubukki]

Malleus Draconia stop making everything I want to write for you sad in my head!! Stoooppp 🔥🔥🔥

I’m going to wrap you in a blanket and feed you ice cream you overgrown lizard!! Just you watch 🔥🔥🔥🍦🍦🍦

-why do I feel like I’m Lilia right now??-

[theyearningfallen]

Some days I wonder if there is anyone who remembers me.

Am I bound to be alone, walking the path

Only playing out in the memories of ghosts?

Is there anyone who remembers me still?

Or am I forgotten, like so many others?

[yuquinzel]

atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”

honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.

you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”

okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?

if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”

and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”

and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.

god forbid the days you're absent in class.

atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.

“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.

“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”

“you'd miss practice then.”

“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”

“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.

atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.

then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—

“i hope you smile because of this”

atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.

but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.

then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.

atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.

atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))

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POSTING BECAUSE WHY TF NOT HUH HUHHHHHHHHH

@kyoghurts hi bbg

[lomlkenji]

༊*·˚ pretty boy | peter parker

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for you, peter is the literally definition of pretty. his big brown puppy eyes and his perfectly structured face, his lean but muscular built, his cute little pout when you don’t give him a kiss before he goes patrolling.

he is just so so very pretty.

you don't know know how long you have been staring at him for, but he didn't seem to notice. too busy focusing on his science project, and his concentration is very hot.

his long slender fingers moving carefully and slowly to put the pieces together and your attention only zeroed on them. such, such pretty hands.

the weight of your stare was starting to make peter nervous. peter gets flustered very easily. and with you? you didn't even have to try.

peter suddenly put down the components for his project and turned to you, “i know i'm hot but can you please stop staring at me like that?” he mumbled, as a soft blush appear on his face. his tone was confident but you can sense his nervousness.

he tried focusing on his project again as you chuckled, the kind of chuckle that sends tingles all over peter's body, “sorry pete, but you are just so very pretty.”

wow. okay he didn't expect that.

peter chocked on his saliva, his body hot all over, nearly dropping the pieces of his homework.

“baby, you can't just say things like that.” he looked at you, eyes wide and soft. and it makes you grin.

“it's the truth.” you shrugged, “you're my pretty boy.” you know you're testing his limits, but it was fun teasing peter.

peter's mind malfunctioned. he's trying to ignore you, but the way you said my pretty boy is replaying over and over in his head.

“damn it.” he quietly swore, putting down whatever left of his project and turning to you.

your eyebrows rose in a teasing manner as a smirk finds its way to your face. “what?” you innocently asked, but you know exactly what you're doing, and he knows it too.

peter chuckled as he walks to where your laying at the bed. the sound send a shiver up your spine and now you're the one who's nervous.

he leaned closer to you, you could feel his breath on your lips as you both took a moment to admire each other. peter was staring at your eyes to your nose and your soft lips, bringing his eyes to connect with yours again and you could feel your stomach doing flips.

“and you're my pretty baby.” he whispered softly before cutting off a whine that rose up your throat with his lips.

his lips were a little chapped, but it fits your perfectly. your hands move to tangle on his hair, giving it a little pull making peter groan into the kiss. he leaned back, his warm hands move to find comfort on your waist as he brings you onto his lap.

peter felt like his heart was about to burst. every single sense of his is override and all he can focus on is you. you. you.

his home.

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[lomltrentarnold]

someone — jude bellingham  ₊˚ෆ

contents: 1.6k words, fem!reader (she/her), fwb!bellingham is down bad, lil angsty but happy ending, they like each other so much SIGH

🍓 hana’s note: hi my loves!! hope u enjoy <33 i actually had fun writing this, please tell me what u think 🫶 sorry if nothing makes sense LOL

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Jude was sure that the muscle on his wrist had gotten stronger in the span of three days. He moved to check his phone again for the hundredth time that day. The whole situation feels like a thirteen year old boy waiting for his girlfriend to reply to his text. 

The only difference is that he’s twenty one years old, and his ‘girlfriend’ is not actually his girlfriend. 

His gloomy mood attracted his assistant who was off clicking the keyboard computer.

“Whose text are you waiting for?” they asked, immediately bringing him out of his little pity party.

His heart stuttered, “No one.” he replies, shaking his head, before tucking the phone away into his pocket.

A skeptical look was thrown, “Yeah, sure.” 

Jude took a minute before he relented, “She’s…someone.” he sighed, not really in the mood to throw up his gut to his assistant.

He ran his hands through his hair down to his face, frustrated.

They were sure this ‘someone’ was not just anyone, “The same ‘someone’ who had you giggling and kicking your feet last week?” his assistant smirked, noticing the little smile that Jude always wears every single time he stares at his phone.

But not in the last few days.

Recently, he has been more sad when he stares at his phone.

Heat trailed from the back of his neck to his cheeks, “I was not giggling and kicking my feet.” tummy twisting with nerves.

“Oh, you so were. She has you wrapped around her fingers, Bellingham.” the keyboard clicking stopped, as a teasing smirk was sent his way.

Jude’s heart made a backflip–oh she definitely does– “She’s just.. special. And I really really like her.” his cheeks heating up more as your pretty face fresh flashes in his mind. 

“So? Why don't you ask her out on a date?”

He sighed, “I would, but she’s ghosting me.”

“Someone ghosted THE Jude Bellingham? Damn, your ego must be hurt.” they laughed.

Jude took a deep breath, “It's not about my ego, I just–” he paused, “I thought we were going somewhere, I like her and I thought that she liked me but I guess...” his voice trailing out as sadness coats his words.

His assistant noticed how Jude’s head dropped in disappointment, immediately feeling bad for him, and an idea lightbulb immediately went off, “Go to her place then.”

“What?”

The assistant shrugged their shoulders, “Go to her place. Ask her out.”

He coughed out, “She doesn’t wanna see me.”

“Ask her face to face, get confirmation. If she really doesn’t wanna see you then, fine. But try at least! Fight for her!” their encouragement send Jude into a full dedicated state. Already having a full plan in his head.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Screen lights from the tv illuminated your already dark room with a movie playing in the background. You really should be asleep right now. But your mind was too cloudy with a certain, seriously attractive, very sweet and nice footballer. 

What did you think was gonna happen?

Getting into a friends-with-benefits with someone you harboured a big fat crush on was not the brightest idea. 

Jude is a bigshot footballer, everyones’ starboy, all he needs to do is smile and all girls fall to his feet (including you). The strategy of pushing him away was pretty solid, considering that he might not even notice that you haven’t been replying to his texts. 

He probably has hundreds of girls on his phone anyways.

Not that you care, he can do whatever he wants, he’s not your boyfriend. 

Not your boyfriend. 

Then why does it still bother you?

A sudden knock, broke you out of your spiralling session, shooting your heart rate up. Who knocks at 2 in the morning?

A buzz from your phone alerted you.

—

bellingham :)

I’m outside your apartment

I need to talk to you

—

You contemplated opening the door, what do you even say to him? Another knock. 

Another buzz.

—

bellingham :)

Please.

—

The door swung open and Jude was met with the sight of you, with tired eyes and a scowl on your face. You don't look too happy seeing him, and he doesn't blame you.

“Are you insane?! What do you want, Jude? It’s two in the morning!” you huffed out, taking his wrist and pulling him inside. You do not want to get a complaint from your old cranky neighbours. 

Both of your hands tingle the second it touches, fingers twitching as you hope the other doesn't notice. You move to pause the movie, hands gravitating towards the blanket on your couch before draping it around your shoulders. Trying to cover up your well-loved worn pyjamas.

You look like a mess. 

Jude’s hand sweats in his pockets, his heart was pounding after finally being in your presence. With your messy hair, pretty droopy eyes, paired with your profile being highlighted by the tv. His heart rate shoots up when your eyes meet his. 

You look really pretty.

Focus, Bellingham!

He awkwardly coughs, trying to cut the thick tension in the room, “You still watching that show?” he voiced out, hand gesturing to the tv behind you. 

It was a show recommendation from him. You had made fun of it at first, but then the plot was too good to be ignored, you needed to know how it ends. 

You shrugged your shoulders, “Yeah, I was curious.” voice small as your hands tightened around the blanket, bringing comfort to you.

A beat of awkward silence went on.

And Jude has had enough of it and decided to go for it, head first, no thoughts.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he finally said, saddened brown eyes met yours. You can feel your defence chip away the more you look at him.

You avert your eyes immediately, trying to formulate words, "I'm busy."

"That you ghosted me for three days straight?" he scoffed.

"Jude-"

"I don't think you understand how much you’re in my head." his voice shook, heart trembling in his chest, “I wake up and my first thought is to check if you have texted me back and you know how embarrassing it is to not see anything?"

You scoffed, “So this is about your ego?”

“No! I didn’t say that–“

Another scoff, "Jude don’t lie, you get messages every single day. Your notifications are always flooded! Don’t act like I’m suddenly special!” you rolled your eyes, lungs burning with anger.

His face contorted into confusion before turning into hurt, “Did I give you that impression? That I don't care because you’re not special?” Jude’s voice cracked, maybe it was your head playing tricks but you swore his eyes were glossy with tears. 

Anymore second looking at him than you might just break. 

“Jude-” you started.

“Because I do! I’ll buy you more flowers, pick up your favourite coffee, watch those reality shows that you love so much, we can have a picnic or even a fancy dinner!” he rambled, hands animated as his feet started to move towards you, eyes pleading. “I really want this to work. I want to be in your life, as your boyfriend.” 

The distance between two got so small that you can feel his warm breath hitting your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

He smells like mint.

Did he chew one before he got here?

The call of your name hits your ears, his voice soft and sweet. You really like how he says your name. You miss it. You like him. You miss him.

“Please say something.” Jude whispered, eyes involuntarily dropping to your lips, cheeks warming under his gaze.

“I really really like you.” you softly said, nothing but a whisper but it sends just into cloud nine.

His eyes shined, mouth already opening to say something before you cut him off.

“But-“

His heart dropped.

“But?”

“Jude, you can literally have anyone you want in the world!” you raised your voice. Tears pricking at the edge of your eyes. Why does he have to be so complicated? Why won’t he understand that you will never be enough for him?

By now, he can have a general sense on why you ghosted him. You have been insecure and worried ever since this little relationship started. Jude partly understands it, his popularity is intense and the media is poking at every nook and cranny of his life. Judging at the littlest things he does.

But he also doesn’t understand because-

“But, I want you! Don’t want anyone else!” he exclaimed, big calloused hands move to the sides of your face, thumb softly running on your cheeks. “I want you.” he added, softly pressing a kiss at the apple of both of your cheeks.

A lovesick smile broke out on your face before you can even control yourself. “I want you too.”

Jude eyes twinkled at the sight. His heart elevates in the process. Was this a dream?

“Pinch me.” he snickered.

Your hands move around his waist to pinch his skin, “Dork.” you giggled, his smile getting wider at the sound.

A comforting silence blankets over you both. Smitten eyes staring at each other with heavy yearning. Hearts fully enamoured with the other.

A soft kiss was planted on your lips, tender and gentle as his hands moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. He can’t get enough of you.

Your whole body was on fire. It has been so long since you both got together.

“Jude-“

“Mhm.” he hummed, lips still pressing against yours. His hands wander to wrap around your waist. It feels like he wants to eat you whole.

He definitely does.

You carefully pull away, chuckling at the small whine that leaves him as he chases you again, “It’s late.” you affectionately scolded.

“Let’s go to sleep then.”

“Together?” you teased.

“Yes, please.”

Well, how can you say no to that?

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[wtimetravelgentlemen]

this barbie makes nice tea :) hes just ren

[anovelpair]

[NSFW] TIED HIM DOWN..

✒ . nanami kento x reader

✒ . in which your husband gives you a birthday gift !

✒ . a/n: tied him down 2 my queen beddd

“quite the unique birthday gift you’ve chosen, my love.”

you bit your bottom lip, muffling a giggle as you observed your work in front of you. tonight, your lovely husband, nanami kento, allowed you to do whatever you wanted with him for the night, a special treat for your birthday. and, in your classic mischievous fashion, what better way to celebrate it than to tie him up with a cute pink ribbon?

”i’m surprised you’re so calm about this,” you said, leaning in to plant a string of butterfly kisses down his neck. slyly, you raised your gaze up to find him looking down at you with—well, a soft gaze,—but an overall expression that was most unimpressed. “don’t look at me like thaat. you promised whatever.”

”that, I did,” he conceded with a sigh, “I suppose I can’t go back on my word now, hm?”

”absolutely not.” you lowered your gaze towards his toned body, her fingers ghosting across his torso, relishing in the way his chest heaved with every lingering touch. you began trailing downwards with your kisses, aaall the way down to his lower body, where you stopped in front of his shaft—red, angry, leaking with pre-cum. you licked your lips like a starved woman, contrasting how you started off with gentle kitten licks all the way up to the head of his cock, where she then opened her mouth and took the tip in,

he threw his head back against the headboard and groaned—loud, shameless—his body instinctively relaxing at the feeling of such warmth. “is this what you’re gonna do to me, pretty girl?” he chuckled dryly, unable to hide the blush that creeped onto his cheeks, and hell, his whole body. “if I didn’t know any better, I’d think it was my birthday.”

you responded to his cheeky remark by sinking your head deeper, taking in more of his length until the tip hit the back of your throat, making those mild gagging noises you just knew he loved. it wasn’t until now did he realize the struggle of being tied up like this—well, it wasn’t tight enough to hold him at all, but he didn’t want to make you upset by breaking it just so he could grab a fistful of your hair and have his way with you.

as for you, you were noticing how boring it was to be in control. you would, without fail, bend to his every whim and lay on your shared bed, taking all of him like a good girl, a loving wife. he scanned your face—tried to look past the gloss in your eyes and the way you drooled all over his thighs—and seemed to recognize genuinity in your furrowed eyebrows.

“my poor girl,” he chuckled lowly, “you don’t know what to do, do you? that’s okay.” he assured, restraining himself from breaking free and gently stroking your hair. “i‘ll tell you, how about it?”

a small hum in your throat was enough of an answer, the vibrations going straight to his cock and making his breath hitch.

“start moving your head, up and down, beautiful.”—when you did as he said, he groaned out softly. the heavy breathing, the way he stared down at you with fluttering eyes made you feel so warm inside—“mhm, just like that. hollow your cheeks, baby— fuck, there you go.. such a good girl for me.”

you whined quietly, lips stretched out around his girth. everytime you willed your head down, you gagged, and it drove him fucking crazy. the way you looked up at him with those teary, doe eyes.. how upset would you be if he actually tore the ribbons and claimed you, pumping your throat and cunt so full you would be left a twitching mess on the bed?

guess he’ll have to make up for ruining your gift some other time—after all, you’ve still got valentine’s day.

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Mi madre Hana 😤 i will kill everybody in this room for you!!!!!

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I just finished Fervent Care of Dying Things and BOYYYYY I am NOT ok

Also inspired some domestic ren x law fluff <3

(With accompanying lyrics from Dom andra by Kent)

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some sfw and nsfw headcanons for tpof ren please🦊🙏🏻 instantly fell in love with your writing and craving the foxy dilf

oh anon you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! AND YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY HAVE DILF REN HEADCANONS I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR THAT MAN I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG

sfw

he lets you run your fingers over his scars, tracing them. if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll even tell you the story behind them

still a big anime fan so on his days off he likes to just relax with you and do anime marathons

since ren lives in different apartments, of course you go with him when he moves locations. he found an apartment by the bunker to stay in while you were recovering. traveling while you have multiple open wounds seems like a hassle so he figured it would just be easier to get a place nearby

YOU ARE SO SPOILED!! anything you want, its yours. you once mentioned how you miss all the games you had and you woke up the next morning to just about every new gaming console under the tv, already plugged in and games loaded on them. sometimes you have to be careful with what you offhandedly mention wanting because he will get it for you (he just likes seeing you happy, he lives for your smile)

once you are trusted with being outside (something that took quite a while for you to earn), he will absolutely take you out and about in town just to A) show you off and B) take you on shopping trips. he 100% has a black card. ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET! that sweater is $1500? sure, get one in every color. you like the glass elephant that is made purely of crystal? it can be a decorative piece on the dining table

despite how spoiled you are, you are not free from being punished. you don’t get punished as much anymore, but at the beginning of your relationship, you defied him, hoping that you could get away (either running away or by death, you didn’t care at that point). ren has been through his fair share of punishments, he’s told you such; he knows how to leave a memorable punishment to help you understand. he’s also not above bringing out the shock collar in case the punishments aren’t enough

but after every punishment, he always cleans you up and cuddles with you, stroking your hair as you cry into his chest. depending on how far in the relationship it is, he can feel bad for punishing you but he knows that it’s to help you behave and understand

before you’re trusted to be left alone in the apartments, he’ll bring you with him to the bunker when he’s streaming. the first time you realized where you were, you almost threw up from the pure panic that spread through you. ren cupped your face and kissed you to help calm you down, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find how absolutely terrified you were adorable. while he’s streaming you are left in the hands of rhino and kangaroo, who you have come to enjoy and consider friends (or at least as close to friends as you can get in your now abnormal life)

ren once considered getting you a pet to keep you company when you’re alone but he quickly discarded the idea due to how jealous he would be. you are his and your full attention should be on him. he might consider something super low maintenance like a goldfish (you would have to beg him for it though because he would still be jealous what a loser)

i personally think that ren would want a family. its not an intense urge he has, not something he thinks about 24/7, but he thinks about it every so often and how nice it would be (he’s also not getting any younger). ren is very fucked up (from both trauma and who he is as a person now) and it might not happen, but he still thinks about it, especially with you. its very cheesy of him to say, but he knows you’re the one. when he’s really going through it and feeling down, he wonders if what you have is real, if you truly love him or if it’s all for show to just survive (you always tell him that if it was just for show you wouldn’t be so willing to be around him and probably would have killed yourself early on babe your stockholm syndrome is showing)

nsfw (under the cut)

cliché but ren likes to bite during sex. he gets rather caught up in the moment and tasting you really gets him going

his heats can be pretty intense. his more clingy side comes out when he’s in heat and he will not leave you alone. from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep for the night (if you sleep during his heat), he has you in different positions and his dick is always inside you. even if you have to get up for something, he is following you, basically piggybacking you with how close he is

while you probably don’t appear in streams anymore, ren will occasionally film you two fucking. he teases you by telling you that you’re live and everyone is watching or that he’ll upload it for his fans later (a lie, you’re for his eyes only now but he does love how flush you get and how you beg him to turn the camera off)

this is already canon but ren loves seeing you in cute, frilly lingerie. there is nothing he loves more than to buy you an expensive lingerie set and have you show it off to him, only for him to rip it off of you within seconds. if he really likes the piece he’ll fuck you in the lingerie and will have you wear it again

phone sex while he’s away. every night he’ll call you just to listen to you get yourself off while he talks you through it. he’s fisting his cock during it as well, but he loves guiding you through it more. he has to make sure you don’t miss him too much. sometimes he’ll cut the call short and will wait for the spam of calls and texts from you as you beg him to call you again so you can cum. if you don’t get to call, he’ll demand you send pictures/videos. anything will do: shirtless pics, videos of you fingering yourself. he keeps everything you send him in a special folder on his phone that he turns to when he needs a quick dose of you

loves teasing you in public. fancy restaurant on the nice end of town? ren has his hand in your pants while the two of you talk over a split dessert (well, he’s talking. you’re trying to not moan out loud in the middle of the restaurant). is not afraid to drag you into an alley and push you to your knees, cock springing out as he tells you to open your mouth. he’s not worried about anyone seeing but if they do he’ll either throw a smirk their way if you’re hidden from their sight or, if you’re not hidden, he’ll remember what they look like and will seek them out later for a ‘friendly chat’ (you are for his eyes only)

BREEDING KINK!!! following my whole ‘ren wants a family’ thing, he def has a breeding kink. even if his intention isn’t to knock you up, he talks like it is. talks about cumming inside you and how good you would look all round and full of his pups. you moan at his words, too drunk on his cock to reply or think about what he’s saying. you’d ask him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you with his cum. he’s also definitely the type to push his cum back into you as it leaks out. (for my ladies: he’ll definitely put a pillow beneath your hips to help the chances if he’s feeling spicy)

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Hana writing YES!!! I want to ask for so many but I will GLADLY take 6- tipsy kiss for Jily!

kelsey!!! <3 thank you for inspiring me to write the most I have in six months (!!!) have some canon-compliant, tipsy, pre-relationship jily <3

“Fuck.”

“Oh. Oops.” James weakly tries to right the suit of armor he’s just slammed against the wall. Lily winces at the sound of creaking metal as James fumbles it once, twice. 

She mutters a quick Silencio on James and the armor, which may or may not work, and grabs it from him. 

She leans the figure back onto its own two feet handily and surveys the corridor again quickly before casting him a side-long look. “I didn’t realize you were that drunk.”

He scowls. “I’m not. My hand-eye coordination is always the first to go.” 

“That’s… ironic.”

James narrows his eyes at her. They’re warm in the low light. Ever so slightly unfocused, but firmly on her.  “I didn’t realize you were this sober. What, were you tossing out your drinks?”

Before Lily can think: “Out of bed at this hour? I can hear you!”

Lily swears again as Filch’s voice seems to echo down the corridor. “Guess I’m not that sober. Come on, come on.” 

Lily hustles down the corridor, then breaks into a jog, only looking back for James as she turns the corner. He catches up to her easily. 

“We’re on the third floor, right?” James hisses. “He sounded a bit far away — we could probably make it to…”

“To?”

“I’m thinking!”

“Merlin, Potter, isn’t this your day job?”

“No one asked you to follow me out here. You were being nosy,�� he accuses. 

“I was being helpful,” Lily huffs, cutting herself off to take a breath. She casts a glance to James, who’s smirking. “You were trying to break into the Hufflepuff common room drunk—”

“I’m not drunk — I’m not that much of a lightweight!”

“That’s what you object to? You’re not going to defend breaking and entering?”

“I need to know how they beat us! Their defense is bloody awful! It makes no sense.”

“Oh, bloody—” Lily jolts to stop as she rounds a corner and nearly tramples Mrs. Norris. 

The cat blinks at her, then yowls loudly. 

Lily hears a triumphant, responding shout from Filch, sounding somewhere nearby. 

“Okay, where now?” Lily whispers frantically. She holds a hand out like that will placate Mrs. Norris and backs up around the corner again. 

She turns to look up at James, who appears to be thinking more deeply than she’s ever seen him. 

He hesitates, then winces, then closes his eyes. “Where… are we?”

Lily blinks. She surveys the corridor around her. “I…”

“Where are you, my dear?!” Filch sounds far closer. 

“Fuck, he’s fast. I saw a… just come on,” James hisses, grabbing her wrist loosely and taking off back the way they came. Lily nearly trips to catch up with him and he rights her with a clumsy hand.

They round one corner, two — Lily can hear footsteps now, and she and James simultaneously break into a full sprint — before James lets out a little “aha!” and brings her careening to a stop by the shoulder. She feels the heat of his palm through her sleeve and it jerks feeling back into her body in one rush of a second — her legs are tired, her chest is tight, her cheeks are flushed. The air is cold, James is warm.

He jabs his wand against a door she now notices they’ve stopped in front of and grabs her by the hand to push her inside, ahead of him. 

Lily half stumbles into the broom closet he’s found, feels James press in behind her, and hears the door click shut — actually rather slowly, rather quietly. 

Her hip brushes James’s legs as she turns around to face him. Even he’s a little out of breath. His eyes are closed behind his glasses, and he’s leaning his head back against the closed door. 

Suddenly his eyes blink open. They’re quite dark now. He’s quite close. 

“Thank—” he starts.

“Sh!” Lily clamps a hand over his mouth, and mutters out a more focused Silencio. She feels its magic settle over them. 

James watches her, perfectly still. Lily hears movement outside — heavy footfall. Fast, and then slowing to a stop. 

Lily instinctively leans closer to James. She closes her eyes, tilts to the side, and hooks her chin over James’s shoulder. She turns her face toward him so her cheek and ear press into the wood, searching for what’s on the other side. The closet isn’t big enough for her to listen any other way.

“—bloody rats. Next time, next time…” is what she thinks she hears. One second, two seconds. Three. More footsteps, this time getting softer. A faint meow. She counts to twenty. 

“Gone?” James says on an exhale, still against her hand, so quietly she wouldn’t hear it if she weren’t inches from him. His lips feel... soft.

His breath filters through her fingers and fans over her ear, warm but still raising goosebumps along her forearms, and, once more, Lily’s brought back into her body. She realizes James has turned his head toward her, also listening against the door. His chin slots neatly above the top of her head. 

She realizes his right hand hovers over her hip, not touching her. She feels like the moment is coming to her in flashes, in stop motion. 

She looks down to where their chests and hips and legs don’t touch — Lily’s leaning forward, straining. 

She takes the last half-step toward him and removes her hand from his mouth. She hears his sharp inhale. He’s half-hard already. They’re almost hugging, in a weird sort of way. His hand finally settles on her hip. He’s so warm, everywhere. 

“Lily.”

She moves her face away from the door, tilts it up to look at him. His expression is inscrutable. His eyes are rather not. 

“Lily, I—”

She presses onto her toes, and she silences him again.

[hanafubukki]

Somehow I went from one fic idea for Malleus’ bday to now three fic ideas.😂😂

All of which are in varying degrees of completion.

One idea came to me last night, which I really like a lot! And the initial idea for it changed a little bit because I thought of a rather interesting twist to it that I also like as well.

And I subtly added the changes to fit this idea But ahhhh, I don’t know if I will be able to write it to the level of impact I would like 😭😭

Sometimes I want to shake myself, just write it, but the perfectionist in me just ajdnsjjshss

And then the right vocab or wording won’t come though I know exactly what I want to say and I want to shake myself even more.

And don’t get me started on dialogue struggles, I know what I want them to say, but how do I word or get them to say it?? And that’s another hurdle 🥲

Here’s hoping I get at least one of the three done 😭🙏

[theyearningfallen]

How I long for days long since passed

The memories of you, of our past

Are fading each day, how long can I last?

I’ll wait for you, my love ever steadfast

But please hurry and find me,

My heart yearns ever so strongly

With each passing day more lonely.

Please wake up. Remember me, love

Remember me and follow the sound

Of my heartbeat.

[yuquinzel]

— nobody’s business.

feat. itoshi sae. a little sensual. 700+ wc. self indulgent :> publicizing your relationship with japan’s star player.

itoshi sae is holding onto your hand, a little more firmly than ever before. teal eyes out ahead on the field in front of you both searching for something you can’t name. you follow his gaze— it’s on the bleachers first, then hastily eyeing every player on the pitch. it’s on the spectators one second, then it’s on the cameras panning and zooming in from every direction.

sae grimaces when one such camera directs at the two of you, pulling you behind and away from the prying eyes of the media eager to catch just a glimpse of japan’s prized player and his partner who he keeps oh so hidden from the world.

he’s never denied being in a relationship. never tried to refute dating allegations with a non-celebrity, never once fazed to address the blurred pictures of him making out with someone in his car, never tried to hide the bruises on his neck that catch the eye of every fan leaving nobody wondering what it really is. he knows what they’ll do once they really know who you are— the paparazzi wouldn’t fucking leave you alone, following you everywhere. magazines would be willing to kill to get just one word from you and twist it to their likings. sae’s discreet with his words though, never gives them something to work with.

it was not until you addressed it to him yourself. just another article surfacing all around social media. something that had left a bitter taste on your tongue. ‘ itoshi sae and his supposed girlfriend ! ’ — it’s a picture of sae with a model you don’t know the name of, attending an event you weren’t invited to. he looks clearly unimpressed. but it helps little when every single comment under the article is how of well the two look together.

how well itoshi sae looks with someone who’s not you.

“you’ve already denied the rumours, so then why...” you’d said, avoiding his gaze for reasons you can’t pinpoint. “they always make up shit to write when their lukewarm ass doesn’t have real shit to sell.” he’d answered, “don’t think much about it. they’ll forget about it soon.”

when you didn’t say anything back, sae had known what he was to do. he’d known what it was you were asking of him with your silence. and for you, he was more than willing.

he’s sure a few cameras would’ve captured him with you by now, your face clear and beautiful for everyone to see and engrave on their papers and headlines. they’ll adorn you with pretty words and pretty adjectives, and he’ll have to share you with the eyes of the world now. something about it leaves a bitter flavor on his tongue, so he kisses you instead to taste the sweetness of your lips.

“don’t take your eyes off me,” he rasps between the kisses, one hand coming to cradle your jaw while the other hooks around your waist. “look at only me.”

“only you.” you say and sae breathes you in. he leans down closer, lips moving against yours more desperately than ever. he’s pleased with your answer. phantom touches of his hands slithering under your shirt and tracing the skin of your abdomen.

you forget about the match about to start in a mere minutes, about the cameras still desperate to get one glimpse of this very scene, and if you do remember that his teammates would march out any second now— sae makes you forget about everyone else when he tugs on your bottom lip lightly, “afraid? ” he challenges you with a long, languid glide of his tongue, “of what? I’m the only thing on your mind. ”

later when the game ends with the final pass from sae leading to a goal, the camera pans to you sitting in the vip section and cheering for sae and his team. another pans to sae when he notices you on the screen. sae ignores the roars of the crowd, ignores his teammates gathering around him, screaming for their win. he looks at you, waiting intently. you know what he’s asking of you — did you watch? he shifts forward ever so slightly — was i good?

you’re smiling as you mouth a clear I’m so proud of you — and only then does sae feels like he’s won.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

why am I posting this it's a year old 🧘🏻‍♀️🧘🏻‍♀️

[decafdoodlez]

TPoF Fox Headcanons (Vol. 1 - General)

Various TPoF Fox headcanons I thought of in response to a strawpage gimmick/request. :3c

a/n: If you’d like me to share headcanons based on more specific topics, please feel free to ask in my tumblr inbox or on my strawpage @ decafdoodles.straw.page :)

word count: 1k

warnings/tags: SFW + NSFW | captive/captor themes, toxic dynamic, power imbalance, just lots of headcanons, nothing too “eyebrow-raising” tbh. :p

Ren is a bit of a drinker. I see him drinking most days after work to take the edge off from a stressful auction or especially brutal livestream.

His typical go-to drink is an old-fashioned, or just whiskey straight if he isn’t feeling up for making a cocktail.

If he gets especially drunk, I can see him expressing deep remorse for his line of work or how he treats potential lovers/pets. Whether this remorse is fully genuine or just theatrics is left up for you to decide.

Ren also smokes cigarettes, but only rarely if his day is extra stressful. He certainly drinks more than he smokes.

Ren prefers partners and pets that are more compliant and don’t really challenge his authority. Though, I can see him being a bit more “loose” with his dominance and being more charitable with pets or partners that don’t fully adhere to his “rule of law.” He may be fair, but don’t push it. Little mistakes will not warrant drastic punishment, but unruliness will be a surefire way to piss him off, and he may not be able to handle himself accordingly if worked up. (i.e. you will not live long with him if you don’t behave.)

Ren asserts his authority and dominance in physical ways, but also verbally. He uses patronizing and condescending speech to those “beneath” him. He particularly likes using the word “little” to describe those he holds power over and to make them feel small, breakable, or insignificant. (e.g. “little girl/boy,” “little pet,” etc.) Adding “my” and “sweet” in front of the word “little” also adds on another layer of patronization and possessiveness, so those are also mainstays in his vernacular, but are used in a sweeter or gentler context mostly. :3

Ren has no set physical type of person he prefers to seek out for his needs, be it sexual or to fulfill his twisted urges, though I think he would prefer partners/pets who are physically larger than him, either taller or by body mass. Partially due to the satisfaction and power he feels from dominating someone larger, and because he’s mostly accustomed to dealing with people larger than he is.

He does however prefer people who can be described as “cute” or “innocent.”

THOUGH…I do see him favoring chubbier/rounder people… :3c Could it be lingering preferences because of Strade? Possibly! Or because he just finds roundness a more “cute” feature.

Big doe eyes are his biggest weakness. If you bat your lashes just right as you look into his eyes, you MAY be able to win him over and manipulate him in your favor, at least for a little while and if you don’t over-extend your reach.

It was once said in a post by Gato that Ren doesn’t have a tits or ass preference, whichever is bigger he prefers, but I like to think if REALLY had to choose, it would be tits because of his love of anime/hentai and the abundance of large breasts that media tends to showcase.

Ren has a preference for people who present in a more feminine manner. Male, female, gender-nonconforming, or non-binary, Ren will forcibly feminize his partners and pets to make himself feel more “manly” in comparison.

In the same vein, he has an affinity for dollification…He is someone I could see playing with dolls secretly when he was younger, and having his own life sized doll to “play” with is his biggest teenage dream realized. :p

If his partner or pet has a menstrual cycle, you better believe he is VERY into it…He can smell the pheromones they give off and can deduce what part of their cycle they are in…Ovulation, Luteal Phase, Follicular, to Menstruation…there is no hiding from him…and no, he will not buy you pads or tampons. Only diva cups or free-bleeding for you! (Use your imagination as to why.) :p

Ren’s favored sexual position is obviously doggy with biting added to the neck and shoulder if being especially rough, but he does also enjoy more “romantic” positions like missionary to see his partner or pet’s pretty face. (Or tits, whichever suits his fancy in the moment.) :p

I don’t see Ren as someone who necessarily relishes in the tears of his partners or pets unless they are crying FOR him and not BECAUSE of him.

For livestream victims and auction products, I feel he couldn’t care less about them and their feelings; they are merely a means to a financial end while his partners and pets have potential for being lifelong romantic companions, something he has always dreamed of attaining.

Fox seems like the type of man to fall in love with/become obsessed with whomever he sticks his dick into and they actually reciprocate/enjoy being fucked by him. He’s had this whole notion of “no one will ever fuck you willingly” ingrained into his psyche his entire life, so the thought of someone actually enjoying being used by him leaves him with a high he will ALWAYS want to chase.

Ren craves romance more than he would care to admit. He believes he is owed romance and the other spoils of life after facing severe trauma and rising up from his hardships and making a name for himself despite his misfortunes; but at the same time he doesn’t think he is fully deserving of it because of the awful things he has done and the pain he causes towards those he is supposed to love.

Ren’s youthful spirit derives from his stolen young adult years under Strade’s captivity and his subsequent foray in the sale of humans and torture-for-profit livestreams. One moment he’ll seem his actual age, then at another moment’s notice, he can almost seem like he is 19 again.