#ig i just like the way he composes

[thelov3lybookworm]

My World

Day 1: Cool quiet.

Summary: Y/n's in labour. Azriel needs to stay calm.

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Word Count: 805

Warnings: labour ig? azzie being scared and sad cus yn is in pain :(

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF @azrielappreciationweek YALL WOOHOOOO 🥳

all fics in the week will be like a series cus theyre all revolving around azzie and his daughter hehe but it isnt a series ig?

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Rhysand did not see the shift in his spymaster. Did not see the way he stiffened, the way his eyes went distant before focusing again, fist clenched.

He said no words, nothing to indicate he knew his mate was going into labour. And if the meeting with Keir had not ended when it had and Azriel hadn’t immediately winnowed away without preamble, Rhys wouldn’t have even known.

Even when Rhysand and Cassian followed their brother to his house on the outskirts of Velaris, welcomed by agonising screams of Azriel’s mate, Rhysand saw him stand quietly in the hallway.

Rhysand could not fathom being that cool, that quiet if he knew Feyre was in labour.

He had to give it to Azriel, the male was great at hiding his weaknesses. And Rhysand would have been convinced he was still composed had he not seen that in the dark corridor, light glinted off of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Azriel still did not move, standing still against the wall with his hands folded behind his back.

It shook Rhys more than him pacing and losing his mind would have.

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Azriel’s pov.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to curse himself out loud. After all, he was the reason his darling mate was going through the pain of birth.

Should’ve resisted when she said she wanted kids.

But alas, it was now too late to do anything but stand here helpless as he heard her loud cries of pain from their bedroom.

"I- Azriel! Az-"

It took all Azriel had in him to stand outside while his mate, his wife went through unbearable pain he knew he could not even fathom of. Having your privates stretched while you had to push out a literal being was something he knew his worst wounds would look like paper cuts in comparison.

It made him respect females more at the moment.

Through the bond, he felt flashes of hot agony and cold pain, but he was aware it was nothing, nothing compared to what his mate was going through.

The door opened the slightest bit, the worried eyes of an apprentice healer peeking out. "Spymaster? Madja said you can come in to soothe your mate."

Instantly, Azriel was hurrying inside the room, his eyes finding his mate lying on the bed.

Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm.

But how could he, seeing as the one person he could ruin the world for, was sobbing, tears running down her face in constant streams, aided by the sweat gathering on her skin?

He hurried over to her side, her palm instantly finding his.

"My love, I’m here."

She gasped in pain, nails digging into his palm.

Cool. Stay cool. It will be fine.

"Just one more push dear, then you can rest."

Azriel turned his head to Madja when she said that, relief spreading through his veins. At least the torture Y/n was going through would be over soon.

Y/n nodded, meeting Azriel’s eyes. Even while she was pushing out their baby, she found it in herself to offer him a weak smile.

Be calm.

Not even a moment after Y/n dropped back down on the bed with an exhausted sigh, loud cries filled the room. Azriel leaned down, placing his forehead against his mate’s. She smiled up at him, her eyes tired.

"No more babies. Y/n, I’m telling you, I cannot see you in pain."

Y/n had the audacity to pout. "But what if our baby gets lonely?"

He shook his head, kissing Y/n’s cheek. "I won’t let them get lonely."

He straightened when he heard footsteps approaching, lifting his head to look at Madja, who grinned at them over the baby’s head. "It’s a daughter."

Tears gathered in Azriel’s eyes as Madja leaned down, his daughter’s face coming into view for the first time. Azriel could not look away.

She’s beautiful.

Her eyes are so pretty.

She stared back at him with wide eyes.

Don’t cry. Stay calm. Stay quiet.

Fuck calm. Fuck quiet.

He let the tears fall as Y/n placed a hand on his arm, telling him to take his daughter. And even though he did not want to taint the pure soul made of him and his beloved, he extended his arms. Y/n had had the time of months to scold and train Azriel to not be scared of his own child.

The moment Madja stepped out of their room, Azriel let out an involuntary sob, accompanied by a look in his mate’s direction, who was crying too.

"I love her so much."

She nodded, giggling. "Me too." After a pause, she continued. "Hazel. That’s what we decided."

He nodded, unable to look away as he leaned down to press his lips to her tiny forehead.

"My world."

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[camsthesadgirlnow]

toxic ex!rafe cameron pounding toxic ex!reader while shes on the phone to her bf , trying to reconcile + fix things after an argument. make rafe a cockyyyy bastard, like hes purpose doing things to make her moan louder , while reader is trying her hardesttt to keep it down and talk things through w ha man lmaoooo. @ericareyesgirl thank you for recommending. This one is perfect

Pairings: rafe Cameron x afab!reader, toxic!rafe x toxic!reader

warnings: pure filthy smut, cheating, oral fixation kink, choking, dirty talk, sex p in v, drunk, taking advantage?, exhibition kink?

Toxic

having a heard head boyfriends has its cons. Take now for example, you had a fight over him liking a revealing picture of some girl on ig. You’ve had this same issues and conversation over three times. He knows what he’s doing and yet he doesn’t care.

you came off to blow steam down at a local pub at the country club. It was one of your favorites and very hidden . Just enough for some peace and quiet. And imagine your surprise when you found your ex, rafe sitting down with you. Five shots in and you found yourself back at his house, naked and drunk.

“fuck rafe, please” you begged sobbing

It felt so good but fuck it was so wrong. Your boyfriend was probably worried about you and here you are being bent over your ex’s bed, gripping his sheets and crying like a desperate slut. You got clarity and started mumbling something.

“b-boyfriend my-boyfriend” you stutter out

“what about your boyfriend. You think he’d like seeing you under me, your ass out with me fucking you. You begging for more.” He grips on the back of your neck and lifts your head up “why don’t we call him hmm?” He smirks

“no n-no please rafe” you beg

he grabs your phone and opens it. He clicks on your boyfriend’s contact and clicks on it.

“you’re gonna tell him you love him and you’re sorry.” He instructs

he places me back onto the bed and somehow finds a way to pound me deeper. Making It difficult to keep quiet and not scream in pleasure. The phone still ringing before another voice can be heard on the line. Rafe picks you back up by your hair and places the phone near your lips.

“speak” you hear him whisper

You lick your lips and try to compose your voice as normal as possible and not that you’re getting fucked by your ex. The same ex your boyfriend is insecure of.

“baby Im- im sorry for overreacting, I love you” you somehow spoke out

you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm and you start crying once more. being drunk and getting fucked is the peak of your life right now. But he doesn’t know that. Not yet anyway.

“awe baby are you crying?” He asks

“y-yes” you moaned out

“baby you okay?” He asks confused

with your eyes rolling back you moan on accident. But you’re too drunk to care. You’re getting the best fuck of your life right now. And you needed this after your poor boyfriend can’t even satisfy you sometimes.

“n/n?”

“daddy please cu-cum in me” you beg “p-please”

rafe takes the phone back to his mouth “you hear that, I’m fucking your bitch” he places the phone on the desk on FaceTime mode.

He flips you over and grabs both your legs and he places them on his shoulders. He grips onto your lower abdomen and starts sinking you down into him. You feel your body just moving down and up and your breast jumping up and down with the motion. Your surroundings being hazy but closing your eyes made it feel better.

You start arching you back and whining as you feel another intense orgasm coming your way.

“daddy-“ you moan

He switches positions and puts you in missionary postion. He enters back inside you as the feeling makes you both moan in pleasure. Your head hit the pillow back as the feeling felt so satisfying. The perfect piece in this puzzle.

He places his thumb inside your open mouth as you suck on it.

“you like this baby? You love when daddy fucks you like this.” He asks still pounding inside of you “he can’t fuck you like me huh? You love this dick don’t you, don’t you.”

your hand gripping his wrist as he moves back to choke you once again. you start feeling that feeling once more and your legs start shaking.

“you close?” He asks

“yes” you whine out

“yeah? you want daddy to fill you up? To remind you that this pussy always belongs to me?” He squeezes harder

“ye-yes p-please” you whimper as he starts moving faster. Showing that he’s also close to cuming. You feel his trusts becoming sloppier and him completely stopping after feeling his cum slipping out as he removes his dick from inside you. He looks back into your phone and realizes your boyfriend hung up. Well ex now.

“I love you princess” he whispers laying on you

As if signing your name in blood, making a deal with the devil. You respond back with those four words that can fuck your life up. But fuck If it’s so bad, why does it feel so good?

“I love you too rafe”

a/n: yall this was shit. my apologies. better fics on the way. I promise🩷

[marharheehee]

I made some silly sketch doodles of these guys for an idea that they were given a dance to learn and preform it by the end of the week.

Just now realizing how similar the designs are to @g00bergoo’s Skater Pomni design and @pikavsketch’s design of Gangle also being a Ballerina or Ribbon dancer I didn’t know about until literally 2 hours ago after I already made these concepts 😭

They’re both incredible and deserve a follow and love!! <3

• I made Pomni Hip Hop bc she’s the main character basically and I fr just searched up “most popular dance style” and Hip Hop was the first thing. Also I really wanted an excuse to make a design like hers lol. Her knee patches say “Pom Pom” btw and on the back of her pants it says “Pomni” on her booty bc I feel like it’s be a funny little design lol, might draw it later

• Gangles Ribbon dancer idea was obvious and tbh not very creative on my part but thats why I wanted to make her have a ballerina type style.

• Kinger was actually my brothers idea he gave me and Disco seemed to fit him as it’s on the older side and I felt like it would be funny tbh, might end up changing it if anyone has any good ideas for me!!

•Poor Zooble I actually made their concept first and realized I didn’t like where the design was going. Now I feel like it would be better that Caine tried to make Zooble a tap dancer but later made them into a Music composer/DJ because that would be the only way they would participate. They can tap but they dislike preforming it due to their limbs being so finicky, so them being a DJ or composer would be cooler imo so i’ll cook on that.

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As for Ragatha and Jax I have an idea for them but idk if i’ll end up making them (unless theres a high demand for them so lmk if ur interested ig ^^’)

Heads up: I wouldn’t say im trying to make this an AU by any means btw, more like a fun adventure idea than anything but either way i’m just trying to have fun with it lol :]]

[starmocha]

Why did I let you guys convince me dragon!Sylus AU was a good idea 😔😔😔

I am agonizing over this. I managed to work out a story, but dear god do I want to cry. So far I have...basically a ton of unfinished sloppy scenes, the intro alone is about 2k words, and I still have other scenes I haven't started yet.....

Key themes: Soulmates, Red String of Fate, reincarnation, forbidden love, Sylus @ MC: “ily my beloved, my heart and soul, loml, wifey”, Sylus @ everyone else: “fuck the rest of y’all”, probably sexy time with Sylus nah ok we’ll fuck a dragon i mEAN HE’LL BE A HUMANOID VERSION YOU GET IT RIGHT WE’RE NOT HAVING ACTUAL LITERAL DRAGON DICK 😔, Egg Laying 🙂, just….grossly in love with you Sylus is best Sylus, light angst & smut & fluff ig idk

ANYWAY. This is the only actual completed and coherent scene lol

For context: an erhu is a Chinese instrument (also found in other Asian countries), similar to a fiddle in a sense. Here's an amazing erhu cover of the theme song from the film, House of Flying Daggers. Here's another breathtaking cover from the same performer for the Inuyasha's theme, To Love's End.

You were about to retire for the night, but as you walked down the corridors, you could have sworn you heard music. You paused in your steps, your ears tuning into the sounds. It was distant and faint, but it sounded like someone was playing an erhu. You followed the melancholic melody, down the long corridors, rounding a corner and straight on down the path until you saw at the very end a pavilion overlooking a moonlit lake. You could make out the lone dark figure sitting, recognizing it was Skye. You approached him cautiously, keeping your steps silent. He sat with his back to you, apparently unaware. You could see a teal porcelain bottle of liquor and a filled cup next to him as he lounged lazily, one long leg was stretched out while his other was propped up. Between his legs was an erhu. You followed his movements, watching the bow gliding across the two-stringed instrument with practiced ease. The melody played made your heart ached, evoking a feeling of nostalgia or even déjà vu. Skye appeared to be gazing at the dark night sky, lost in memories. You were startled when he spoke, his tone even, “How long do you plan to stand there?” “How did you know it was me?” You walked closer to him. “I always know when you are near,” he murmured, his words puzzling you, but it seemed Skye had no inclination of elaborating further. He set the instrument aside, and picked up his cup, downing the liquor in seconds. You watched as he poured himself another drink. You knelt next to him. “May I have a drink?” Skye looked momentarily surprised before handing you his cup.

You accepted it gratefully. You politely turned to the side as you drank it slowly. It was strong. Skye drank it like it was water, but for you, you could feel it burning your throat and leaving a bitter aftertaste. You refrained from grimacing and coughing. After composing yourself, you handed the cup back to Skye, seeing his amused smirk. You blushed.

“It’s lonely to drink by yourself,” you explained. You could feel a heat building up inside you, unsure if it was from just that small drink or perhaps from the way Skye observed you. “I suppose,” Skye responded lukewarmly, pouring a new drink for himself. To your astonishment, he gulped it down easily. As he prepared to pour his next cup, you reached out and stopped him. He looked up, his expression unreadable. You felt a little lightheaded. The alcohol was stronger than you had expected. “Skye…” “What is it?” “Do you often drink by yourself?” He smiled, but there was no joy in his expression. He resumed pouring his next cup, saying softly, “The moon is lovely tonight, and the liquor is so sweet.” You looked at him curiously. “They say liquor only tastes sweet when everything else in your life is bitter.” “Is that so?” he asked noncommittally, drinking his next cup. He set the cup down on the floor with a clatter before reaching over to you, grasping your chin, making you gasped in surprise, startled by his sudden action. Skye leaned in close and you smelled the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath. His eyes remained the same, focused and calculating. His expression was neutral, and he still appeared to be sober in spite of how many cups he had drank so far. Even so, you couldn’t help but noticed something in his expression when he looked at you. “Skye…” He tilted his head a little, waiting. “Why do you…” You touched his cheek. “…look so sad?” He paused, startled. He pulled away from you immediately, turning his sight back to the lake. “It is late,” he said coldly, “A young lady should not be alone with a man like this. Go to bed.” You crawled closer to him, settling in between his legs as you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. Skye looked down at you, resigned. He caressed your cheek, his hand felt so cooling on your warm skin. “Already this tipsy from one drink?” he asked softly, amused. There was a soft warmth in his voice again. “It’s stronger than I thought…” You leaned forward, falling into his arms. You yawned softly. You felt so tired all of a sudden. Skye steadied his balance with one hand on the wooden floor while his other arm wrapped around your waist. He smirked as you lay against him. “My lady,” he said, “…wouldn’t this be considered indecent?” You sleepily murmured against his chest, “…You wouldn’t do anything to me…” “You have such trust in me?” he asked, laughing. He pulled your body closer to his. Skye leaned down, inhaling your sweet floral scent. “What if I say it’s taking all of my self-control to not ravage you right now?” You looked up at him, your face feeling even warmer. You wondered if it was because of the alcohol or Skye’s words. You weren’t entirely sure, unable to truly decipher his tone and meaning in your current mindset. You sulked at him. “Don’t tease me…” “Who said I am teasing you?” His face leaned in closer, his lips centimeters from yours. Just the smell of the alcohol from his breath made you dizzy, feeling like you could get even more intoxicated just breathing him in. His lips drew closer to yours, and as he spoke, you felt a chill running down your body, his breathy voice ensnaring you under his spell, his voice reminiscent of another’s: “My beloved.”

[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Second Course: He treats you so well, and you're naive enough to believe that only you have the key to his tasty heart. Or his pants. 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Traitor

wc: 1.0k

genre & warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, crying, there's another girl, lovers to exes, pure heartbreak :D , Yeji of ITZY special appearance etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

ps. i've already reposted this but it still won't appear under the tags that i've put so ig i'll just let it be lmao. imma just post it the way it is bc i'm tired of trying and thinking on what to do to make it work.

At the tender age of 13, you took note of everything that was written in an article that you accidentally opened and read on a fishy website entitled, 'Signs that your partner is falling out of love.'

You thought it would help you avoid conflict with a future partner, it would help you evade an impending heartbreak, but nothing can prepare you for the real world, it seems.

Your boyfriend, Park Seonghwa, was the definition of a picture perfect man.

He's kind, respectful and loving. He had all the love languages.

He never shunned away from skinship, and most of the time, he's the one who's initiating it. Giving you hugs and kisses even in public without any ounce of shame.

Even when he's busy, he still gives you the time of his day. Often, he would choose to lose sleep if it means that he'll be able to talk and see you after a long, tiring day at work.

He's also the type to buy 'just because' gifts. Randomly walking around a park then he'll see this cute bunny keychain, buying it immediately so he can give it to you because the bunny reminds him of you.

Fixing collars, tying shoelaces, cooking you food— he does it all, and naturally too. The way he pampers you like a mother hen is the sweetest thing you have ever seen in a man.

The most important thing though? It's his ability to listen and soothe all your worries away. He tells you that if you're overthinking, you can simply say it to him and he'll gladly give you all the assurance that you need.

So, what went wrong? Where did it go wrong? Is there something wrong with you?

The situation at hand made you question yourself, then again, are you really the problem here?

"The least you can give me is a reasonable explanation!" you yelled, gripping Seonghwa's arm that was holding his suitcase, attempting to stop him from leaving you without any form of closure.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" he snapped, raising his usual soft voice at you, something that he has never done before.

"A reason! Explanation, anything! Why are you suddenly breaking up with me?!" you blinked rapidly, the itchiness in your throat makes it harder for you to breathe, and the sinking feeling of dread in your stomach is urging you to vomit.

This is so fucking messed up.

Just last night, Seonghwa was fine. He even made love to you in your shared bed, whispering how good you are for him.

Last week, he brought you flowers. Last last week, he took you to a nice restaurant for dinner. Last month, he took you to Maldives for a summer getaway.

Nothing changed and everything felt the same, thus, the current happenings don't make sense.

You come home from work and the next thing you know, your significant other of how many years are mumbling nonsense of going separate ways. That you two are better off without the other.

You just don't fucking understand what the hell went wrong.

"I don't love you anymore."

You never knew that a mere sentence that is composed of five words is more than enough to break your heart, your world.

He doesn't love you anymore?

"Since when?" you weakly muttered, wanting answers that will probably hurt you more.

"For the last few months."

You winced, there were no signs of him not loving you. He must be lying, his shaky chocolate orbs say otherwise.

"Okay." you speak, no more energy to fight for him, to fight for a battle that is not worth the blood, sweat, and tears.

Just like that, you watched him walk away. Out of your home, out of your life, and you were left alone. Crying your heart out, gripping your chest as it physically hurts as well, the pain searing through you.

Two weeks later.

Your friend, Yeji, was making a ruckus, she was basically shoving her phone in your face.

"Y/N, look! Isn't this your ex?"

You peeked at the device, and your heart dropped along with your mood.

What the fuck?

That is your only reaction at the photo posted on Seonghwa's instagram because it hasn't been a month, and here he is, with a girl that he's being lovey-dovey with.

A girl.. a familiar one.

"That fucker." you uttered menacingly, your fists tightly clenched on your lap as your friends worriedly glanced at you.

Isn't that the one you asked him about? The fucking girl that was lingering around him all the damn time like a wretched fly. He told she's nothing but a co-worker.

Sure. Kissing your co-worker on the cheeksin a field of maple trees is very professional, isn't it?

You are not sure what to feel. He broke up with you so he could date that girl, it seems.

Should you be thankful? Or should you curse him until he dies?

Either way, now that you're thinking about it, maybe he really didn't fall out of love with you, just that he found someone that he loves more. There was no proof, but there was evidence of his upcoming betrayal.

The way he was always on his phone, and maybe, all the things he had done for you before were nothing but distractions so you wouldn't notice what he was doing behind your back.

A lady's gut never lies, yet you choose to ignore it, and this is what you get.

You laughed yet the tears dripping down your cheeks is the complete opposite of your actions.

Not once did you hear him apologize during the argument about the break-up, and my god, did you hate him so much for entering your life like a storm and leaving such a mess behind.

Park Seonghwa is no cheater, but he is a raging traitor.

Then again, no one is at fault here but you, as you should've seen this coming. You should've been alert, using your rationality instead of your useless heart, and now you're paying the price for his treason.

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[naomijoestar]

Happy late birthday and halloween! 🎃 hope you had a wonderful day 🥰

I had an idea that I struggled with getting out of my head so hear me out… Headcanons of the Passione members with a s/o who has big titties??? 🍒

I rest my case :3

Masterlist here <3

Thank you sm!💕 And 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I love this it’s so cheeky, I wouldn’t really consider this NSFW since it’s just them being… them ig? Just also simping and admiring :p I hope you like this and if you’d like anything changed or anything specific added you can always message me and I’ll fix it up!

Also I made this afab reader I hope you don’t mind

Passione members with a girlfriend who has big boobs

Giorno Giovanna

- Giorno might be a gentleman, but even he’s not immune to being captivated by you. He’ll occasionally find his gaze lingering, trying to be subtle but totally failing

- Sometimes, he’ll catch himself admiring you and quickly look away, trying to stay composed

- He finds himself instinctively shielding you if anyone else stares a little too long, offering his jacket to cover you up if you want. He’ll murmur, “Not that you need it—you’re stunning either way.”

- Giorno might buy you clothes with strategic support and structure, wanting you to feel comfortable and confident

- He’d gently tease, “You do know the effect you have on me, don’t you?” with a mischievous glint in his eyes

- When you catch him looking, he’ll give you a soft, almost shy smile and say, “Forgive me—I’m only admiring perfection.”

- Giorno is more likely to brush his fingers along your collarbone or rest his hand lightly on your chest when holding you close, clearly enjoying the way you fit against him

- Sometimes, he’ll quietly joke, “You’re going to be the end of me,” with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, making it clear that you’re very much on his mind

Bruno Bucciarati

- He loves hugging you close (😉), noticing how snug you feel against him, but he’ll keep his thoughts to himself

- He’d never make you feel objectified; he’d just subtly admire you and show you off in a classy way

- If you need help with finding comfortable clothing, he’s quick to assist and even offers suggestions, given his keen eye for fashion

- “You know, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

- Bruno loves spoiling you with outfits he thinks will highlight your best features, saying, “This would look perfect on you. Trust me.”

- When he hugs you close, he’ll rest his head just above your chest, murmuring, “I could stay here forever.” You can feel the warmth of his smile, clearly content to be so close to you

- He’ll run his fingers along your collarbone, softly tracing a line just above your chest, and give you a look that speaks volumes

- If you ask him about it, he’ll simply say, “How could I not admire you? You make everything else seem ordinary.”

Leone Abbacchio

- Abbacchio is often pretty reserved, but he’ll sometimes mutter a grumpy compliment, like, “That top looks nice on you.”

- Despite his usual stoicism, he can’t help but stare, especially when you’re just relaxing together

- If he sees someone else ogling, he’ll shoot them a glare that sends them running in the other direction

- He may pretend to be indifferent, but he’ll casually drape an arm around your shoulder, just for an excuse to feel closer, come on, he is a man with eyes and desires after all

- If he catches you looking away bashfully, he’ll smirk and say, “Don’t get shy on me now. I like the view.”

- He’ll pull you close in quiet moments, savoring the feeling of your warmth against him, secretly enjoying how you fit against him

- Abbacchio isn’t one for obvious compliments, but he’ll let out a smirk and say, “Just know I’m lucky to have you.”

Guido Mista

- Mista would definitely be the most obvious, often staring before realizing and trying to play it cool

- He’s more vocal and won’t hesitate to compliment you with his cheeky grin, saying, “Damn, babe, you look amazing.”

- He’s the type to buy you cute (or even silly) bras he thinks you might like, just as a little gift, and he loves buying you tops he thinks will highlight your curves

- The Sex Pistols might tease him about how smitten he is

- Will straight-up say, “Babe, you’re really making it hard to concentrate!” with a wink that makes you blush

- He loves pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your boobs with a smirk, laughing when you push him away playfully. “What? I’m just appreciating my beautiful girl!”

- Mista’s openly a simp, so he won’t hesitate to let you know exactly what he’s thinking. He’ll look at you with a big grin and say, “Babe, you look…incredible. Really hard not to stare.”

- He loves it when you wear anything form-fitting and will definitely throw you a wink, saying, “You’re out here making everyone jealous—and I’m just lucky to be the guy next to you.”

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia’s reaction would be blunt and honest, probably saying something loud and obvious without thinking it through

- He absolutely loves cuddling with you and is more than happy to be the small spoon if that means getting cozy against your tits

- He’ll wrap his arms around you in a tight hug, his head resting comfortably on your chest, sighing happily as he murmurs, “Can we just stay like this forever?” He loves to hug you close, especially when he can rest his head on your chest

- He doesn’t shy away from cheeky compliments, grinning down at you and saying, “You know, you make it really hard to keep my cool, babe.”

- Narancia would be thrilled to spoil you with gifts, even making up little excuses just to buy you something that makes you look—and feel—amazing

- If he finds himself staring, he won’t be subtle about it; he’ll just smile, completely mesmerized, and say, “Can you blame me? You look amazing.”

- He’ll often tell you how gorgeous you are, even in the simplest outfits, making you feel like the most admired person in his world

Pannacotta Fugo

- Fugo is shy and would find himself trying not to stare, but it’s clear he’s struggling, he’ll shyly brush his hand along your arm, whispering, “You… really are something else.”

- If you ever catch him, he’ll turn red and immediately look away, acting like nothing happened, “Can you blame me?”

- He’d be protective, making sure nobody else stares at you for too long, even if he has to shoot a harsh look or make a snarky comment

- He’d enjoy more subtle gestures, like resting a hand on top of your cleavage or helping you adjust your clothes, making sure you’re comfortable

- Sometimes, when you both are alone, he’ll quietly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and sighing, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

- He’s the type to blush when complimenting you, but he’ll still manage to say, “You’re making it very difficult to stay calm.”

- Fugo is also protective; he’ll drape an arm around you when he senses others looking, leaning down to say quietly, “They don’t deserve to stare at you like that.”

I hope you enjoy this! I tried making it a little intimate but also not too much, but if you’d like that changed I’ll happily do so! <3

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other post, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can always request it!

[suffarustuffaru]

royal candidate mixup (a fic snippet)

hello,,, i wrote this spontaneously in like thirty minutes the other day for an idea me and some friends were cooking up,,, eventually id like to make this a full fic but for now theres just this draft so you all can have it ig :3

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Emilia gently presses the insignia into the merchant’s hands again—Otto Suwen, he said his name was?—and as soon as she does, the gem in the center of it begins to glow red. Vivid red. The light matches the bow at the front of his cloak, and when the red fades in over his face, it contorts into complete and utter horror.  

“Is—is something the matter?” Emilia blurts out, hasty and stammering, before she flinches back and tries to compose herself. Focus. She’s a knight who just found one of the new Royal Candidates for the throne, and said candidate must be very disoriented at the thought of being thrust into the spotlight. It was already bad enough that she found him being mugged in an alleyway this morning! The poor boy; she would have been so scared as well. “I understand if you’re nervous,” Emilia says softly, “and I assure you that I’ll reaaally do my best to he—“

“No, no, no,” Otto rambles, his breaths quickening, the insignia threatening to drop from his hands. Beside him, his ground dragon makes a saddened little coo, but he pays her no mind, his fingers reaching up to his hair to tug at it. “N-No, I can’t possibly be a Royal Candidate! You—“ He looks back at Emilia, eyes wild. “You said that if the gem glows red, then I’ve been chosen, yes? But—but this must be some sort of sham, a sick and twisted joke! I’m no one important! I’m only a humble traveling merchant, I—I’m supposed to be on my way to getting my own store, and I can’t possibly be in charge of—“ A nervous laugh bubbles out of him. “Of an entire country, this is absurd—“

“Otto-sama,” Emilia murmurs, and she tries to reach out to him, but he recoils away from her. 

It stings for a moment; before, when he profusely thanked her for helping him away from those muggers, he didn’t even care one bit about her being the half-devil. He blushed and smiled and complimented her for her kindness as if he’s never seen all that much kindness before, as if it was as valuable as gold, and now, all Emilia has done has made him stressed beyond relief after she managed one good deed for the day. What kind of knight is she? Who is she to—

Otto’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and he crumples to the floor. 

[lilaccmilk]

Maybe I am too busy being yours

to fall for somebody new

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin!reader (drabble) Summary: Mattheo gets jealous. That's it. A/n: I was thinking of this specific scenario during my daydreaming. SO I've decided to write it. Inspired from the lyric "Maybe I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new CW: my shitty writing, fluff, hurt/comfort, mattheo being insecure and jealous, ooc mattheo ig

You were walking with Harry to the great hall for breakfast. You had been good friends despite you being a Slytherin. Harry needed some help figuring out a spell and Hermione was busy and you were more than happy to help. Early in the morning you had met Harry in the library as your schedule was filled up later. You both were now catching up while moving towards the Great Hall. Bidding your goodbyes, you made your way towards your boyfriend who was staring at you with an unknown expression brewing in his eyes.

"Good morning love" you greeted only to earn back silence. "Good morning theo." you said a bit louder, he just stared at you and went back to eating. Furrowing your eyebrows, you further poked at him, "What's wrong theo?" Silence was all you got. After the breakfast he quickly stood up and made his way to the slytherin common room. It was empty as most of the students were enjoying themselves outside in the snow. You were quick to follow.

"Mattheo Riddle, if you think I'm going to let you off that easily then you are highly mistaken." you raised your voice a bit and made him turn towards you. "What's the matter love?" you spoke again in a soft voice. "Why don't you just be with that damn Potter?" he snarked. You blinked and stayed silent for a few seconds processing that he was in fact jealous and burst out laughing. He stared at you with a confused look. You managed to compose yourself and then spoke to him," Hey, love he's just a friend. He wanted some assistance with some spells and I got up early to help him so I can spend the rest of the day with you. I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. I love you theo. Only you." You tiptoed to kiss him softly, he returned the kiss. "Now I feel like an idiot, I love you too." he mumbled against your lips. "Lets go outside?" your offered and he nodded. You spent the day walking in the snow, making snow angels and having snow fights with the rest of your friends.

[rekisgay]

HIII IDK IF U WRITE FOR MULTIPLE CHARS OR NOT IGNOTE PLEASE IF U STATED IT IN UR RULES I DONT REMMEBWR SHIT WELL

adult trio hxh platonic headcanons with a reader whos very chaotic in general, not in the hisoka way. but in the way where "how did you even get to that amount of power and be so stupid???" they rival in power ig!

hello! yes if they are max 3

and uhh I read your request wrong and didn't write them as rivals💀 but i think it's better like this. kinda cute

Adult trio hxh with a chaotic person

hisoka:

-hmm yk he has a thing for powerful people

-you are a person who has piqued his interest, bc you're both powerful and at the same time so dumb??

-flirts with you, but you're so dumb to realize

-he found you so funny and entertaining, can't take you serious at all

-he likes hearing you say the dumbest things he has ever heard

-i mean, if he wants he CAN kill you even if you're so strong, but something stops him bc he feels like wanting to see how far you can get with that little brain.

- you once were fighting and stopped bc you saw a bear and wanted to pet it??!

" HOW CUTE!!" you had a big smile on your face too , fearing nothing. hisoka was like 🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻

illumi:

-he hates you. tries to go away from you bc you get on his nerves

-how can someone so careless have such a power. it must be a divine gift.

-kinda envies that bc he had a rough past training every day bc he was raised an assassin.

-tried to kill you but you didn't realize and thought he was playing with you bc you dodged so easy. you were like 😁😁 and he was like 😑😑

-doesnt need help , but if you wanna help him he doesn't say no. he doesn't care anymore ,you would become even more annoying.

-after all you're really strong

- you're probably the only person (apart hisoka) who can talk with him without being killed immediately.

-gets used to you by the time and talk a bit more. only a bit, maybe now he doesn't say a single word but a whole phrase.

chrollo:

- rivals? not at all , he wants you by his side.

- i think he sees you like his little sister, part of his family

- 100% you are a member of the Phantom Troupe bc of your immense power and everyone is shocked that chrollo asked you to join.

-they initially didn't take you seriously, but after a mission where you killed everyone in 2 seconds without a blink they all start to respect you more.

-but now chrollo , he sometimes can't stand the fact that you're so noisy, but yeah he's a a really patient person, he'll just tell you to compose yourself.

-no matter how old you are , even if you're the same age he probably sees you like a little girl/boy.

-smiles at your dumb action, you're so cute to him

-yes, he has a heart , but only for the troupe members.

[ezraholmes]

Maniac

‘You just went too far, wrecked your car, call me crying in the dark. Now your breaking my heart. I show up at your place, right away, wipe the tear drops of your face, while you begged me too stay.’

This with jschlatt

angst to fluff ig

words: 750

warnings: mention of car crash. (I think thats it lmk if I missed anything)

not edited

Nothing. Again I twisted the keys and felt my heart drop when Nothing happened. I sat defeated in the drivers seat, a silent tear snaking its way down my cheek as the reality of the situation set in. 

       Wallowing in self pity I climbed out the car to asses the damage. I rounded the front of the car and once again felt my heart sink as I saw the front bumper hanging off and lights broken. I felt myself sink down on the side of the road, a street light down the road dimly illuminating my shit show of a day.  I sat there numb to the cascades of salty tears streaking my face, I could just sit here and wait for the sun to come up. A rustle in the bushes jolted me harshly back to reality and I clutched my knees to my chest, eyes desperately searching the bushes for the perpetrator. Fear started to set in and I pulled out my phone, calling the only person I knew would be up. 

        It wrung for a few seconds before a gruff voice answered. 

“What do you want, I was filming” Taken aback by the harshness of his tone I let out a short breath, struggling to compose my self.  “What happened?” There was a bit more human to his tone, possibly sensing something was wrong by my inconsistent breathing. I opened my mouth to speak only to let out a scared whimper as tears clouded my vision. “Send me your location, what happened?” fingers shaking I sent him my location and managed to get myself together enough to form a coherent sentence. “Crashed, into a lamppost, car wont start and, and” once again the reality of being stranded at stupid o’clock closed in on me and I started to hyperventilate. 

“Deep breaths, im on my way” 

What felt like hours later a porche 911 turned into the dimly lit road and stopped just behind my wrecked car, I tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks only to realise they where sill flowing. The door of the car opened and he stepped out into the cold night, yankees cap situated on his head as always. He made his way over to my hunched figure and bent down in front of me, when he was at eye hight he reached his hands out, cupping my face. “S’ok, your fine now” his fingers moved, wiping the tears from my face as he looked at me, sadness deep in his eyes. He looked away, sighing slightly and removing his jacket. Standing up and draping it over my shoulders, then offering me a hand up. “We’re near your place, ill drive you, we can sort this in the morning” I nodded taking his hand, he pulled me up to my feet and guided me to his car. I got In and buckled myself in as he made his way round to the drivers side. We sat in a comfortable silence as he drove, I looked out the window, making out familiar landmarks in the dark as we got closer to my house. 

          Eventually he turned into my driveway, cutting of the engine and getting out the car, I did the same, the motion light by my door flickered on and we walked up to my door, I took out my keys and opened the front door, switching on the light in the hall way and holding the door open for schlatt. He shut the door behind himself and we walked through my house into the kitchen, he pointed to one of the stools for me to sit down. I perched on the edge as he turned on the light and made his way over to me. “You get hurt?” He asked gently, obviously referring to me crashing. “No” I half whispered, conscious of the time and knowing what my neighbors where like. Despite my answer he checked me over and grabbed me a glass of water, I drank it while he sent a few messages. I was still shaken, and the idea of being alone in the house troubled me. “Jay?” He hummed in response. “Can you stay?” He let out a small laugh and nodded. After a few more seconds of silence I set down the glass on the side and I hopped of the stall, he put his hand on the small of my back, his large figure following mine to my room. The idea of the warm blankets and his warmer side a welcome thought after the events of the last few hours. 

[imahgined]

the rosy blog project - episode 1:

꒰ঌ intro + pt. 1 on how we made 2024 actually feel like 2014 ໒꒱

hiiii sweethearts! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

welcome to the first episode of the rosy blog project! i’m andrea, but you can call me roseate. i'll be your host to this dreamy corner of the internet, where we celebrate all things feminine and inspiring.

this project is my way of reviving the iconic rosy blog era here on tumblr. in the 2010s, life felt slower, filled with hobbies, fashion, beauty tips, boybands, fandoms, iconic tv shows, and bubbly playlists. here, we'll savor the little things that made us feel connected, feminine and creative!

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. part 1: what was the rosy blog era?

just in case you weren't around on tumblr in the early 2010s, rosy blog content focused on the years we spent hours reading glossy magazines like teen vogue, watching our fave youtubers, and scrolling through dreamy blogs. the rosy blog style was unapologetically girly. it embraced soft pinks, cream tones, and everything feminine. it was all about finding joy in the little things, like curating playlists, buying self-care products, and creating a space that felt uniquely yours.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. part 2: my take on how we made 2024 really feel like 2014

from the beggining of the year, i saw so much content on ig and tiktok from people begging to bring back 2014 vibes in 2024. i definitely believe that, collectively, we made it happen. this will be a series of a few blog posts breaking down this year's best moments and how everything felt like the rosy blog era.

section 1: music and pop culture

ariana grande in her wicked & eternal sunshine era: she literally embraced everything we loved from her yours truly era and reinvented it to fit her glinda role. the looks we got from her were super feminine, elegant and classy. seeing her like this reminded me so much of her gorgeous 2010s aesthetic. also, her eternal sunshine album was insanely good. the dreamy vocals felt like a new era that revisited her feminine side from her first album. last year, we even had her yours truly live sessions. inmaculate vibes!

madison beer slowly becoming viral again: i've been a fan of madison ever since i discovered her. this year, i got so excited when her song make you mine went viral. the techno style and her beautiful voice reminded me of some of her earlier songs, even a bit of i won't let you walk away. she’s so talented, and back in 2014, she was all over tumblr. i hope she finally gets the recognition she deserves!

fangirl nostalgia: during the 2010s, you were either a 1d, 5sos, jb or btr fangirl (or all of them at once!). so much has happened this year with our faves—jb having his first child, btr touring again—it’s been a beautiful revisit of the memories we made in those fandoms. and the best part? we continue to create new ones by supporting them into their adulthood. (except for the tragic passing of liam—may he rest in peace).

lana in coachella: nothing felt more 2014 than our beautiful lana headlining coachella this year. her ethereal voice revided her most iconic songs, and the vibes were simply the dreamiest. i completely adored the setlist, and her styling was too cute! classic lana, yet timelessly fresh.

girly pop revival: from sabrina carpenter's short n' sweet tour to taylor swift's eras tour, 2024 absolutely brought girly pop back to the mainstream. we had amazing albums from artists like charli xcx (the most 2014 revival ever) and rising stars like tate mcrae, addison rae and many more. my personal favorite? FLO's debut album, access all areas. their vocals and y2k style are a must hear i'm sure you'll adore.

.mp3 by emilia: if you haven’t heard of emilia i'll be GLAD to introduce you. she's an insanely talented argentinian singer, composer, actress and model (also, the most stunning girl ever). last year, she released her second studio album, .mp3, with a 2000s-inspired sound and vibe. it's the girliest, most empowering, and fun album from a latin artist. this album served girly vibes with genres like pop, urban, dance pop, and contemporary r&b. even though this project and tour leaned into a y2k aesthetic, it also gave me major 2010 vibes with its sounds, looks and visuals. i'll dedicate a whole post to her and the album soon because, genuinely, the art direction is INSANE, and it's my favorite thing ever

for now, that’s it for this first section. i have so much to share with you—from lifestyle to fashion and so much more! i hope you enjoyed reading this 2024 recap, pt. 2 will be up soon.

i'd love to hear your thoughts on this post! let me know what you’d add or want to chat about, my dms are always open lovelies! have a magical and dreamy day ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 8

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 7 Index Chapter 9

Author's Note: Yearly update ig @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

Lotan's grip on your arm tightened, pulling you deeper into the endless void of the ocean’s depths. His movements were erratic, driven by some darker emotion you couldn’t quite place. In the oppressive darkness, the silence between you stretched out, thick and suffocating. The sounds of your desperate breathing and the rush of the water around you were all that remained.

When he finally slowed his pace, you barely had the strength to keep your eyes open. The cold water seemed to settle in your bones, dragging you further into the numbness you’d come to rely on. You had been drifting for so long — physically, emotionally, mentally — trying to block out the horror of your situation. But now, it was impossible to ignore.

Lotan turned to face you. His eyes — such dark, fathomless depths — bore into you, and you were paralyzed in place. There was no escape from the tension, no more dissociation, no way to pull away from him in your mind.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did?” His voice was low, angry, but there was something else there — something raw. If you trusted your instincts, then you’d say it felt like the edge of panic.

You swallowed thickly, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. You were shaking.

“I-I didn’t mean any harm,” you managed to choke out, hating the lie as it left your mouth. “I just wanted to introduce myself. To- to the colony. I didn’t think—”

“Introduce yourself?” His laugh was sharp, cutting through the water like a blade. It made your stomach churn. “Did you think they’d just let you in like that? You think I’d let you just- swim up to them, all innocent and naïve? Did you really believe they wouldn’t see you for what you are?”

Each of his words felt like a punch to the stomach, with the lingering taste of bloody water in your mouth only amplifying the sensation. You closed your eyes, but there was no escape. Not from him, not from this. You couldn’t go back to the shore, couldn’t go back to Sammy, couldn’t go back to your mother. You couldn’t even close your eyes without seeing his face, his terrifying smile, his grip tightening around you.

He continued, his tone growing darker. “You thought you could just ask for help? That they’d listen to you? You’re not one of them. You never were… and you never will be!”

You flinched as his fingers dug into your skin. You tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. You were stranded out here, out in the wilderness… and Lotan was the only one who would ever give you a second thought. Such a dire realization made you so tired, too numb to fight. All you could do was listen as Lotan’s words began to unravel in a slow, suffocating cadence.

“I watched you for so long,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “Back when you were… human. You were so different, so… free. So beautiful. I couldn’t stop watching you. I needed to see what it was like. To be close to you. To understand you. I thought that, maybe, if I could just be close enough, you’d finally see me. That you’d finally understand…"

The words hung in the water, swirling around you like a dark cloud.

“It was so awful, so you know… being the weakest one. Out here, they don’t care about how - how kind you are. They don’t… if you’re smaller, or weaker, than the other males… no one will want to mate with you. No matter what I would do, how affable I was, none of the females would have me…! I -”

He stopped for a minute to compose himself before returning his attention to you.

“I thought you were different. I knew you were! Humans are so much more - they’re - you -!”

He needed to catch his breath again. His claws dug into your forearms - even though your skin was much tougher now than it had been as a human, the pain was intense. You meekly uttered his name in an attempt to stop him, which seemed to snap him back to reality.

“You’re so much better than them,” he said, his gaze boring into you, “from the moment I saw you swimming, nearly a decade ago, I knew that you were my chance.”

His eyes softened, but there was a twisted, ill-concealed intensity in them, one that made your stomach churn. “You were the answer to my loneliness. You were the one thing that could save me. I could feel it in my bones. You’d make it all better. I was going to fix you. I thought that, maybe, everything would be okay. Everything would finally make sense.”

You shook your head, trying to grasp onto the fragments of your former self, trying to pull away from the words that were wrapping around you like seaweed, suffocating you. You wanted to run. You wanted to scream. But the fear had already rooted itself so deeply inside of you, it was hard to remember what it was like to feel free. You wanted to remember Sammy, to recall the warmth of the sun on your skin, the air in your lungs, the soft embrace of your mother, but it was slipping away. All of it was slipping away…!

His voice was growing louder, more frantic now. “Do you understand now? I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I saved you. I gave you a chance. Your friend wanted to let you die, to let you fade into nothingness… but I didn’t. I made you perfect. I made you mine.”

The words echoed in your head, rattling like bones in the dark. You had wanted to escape, hadn’t you? To escape from him, to escape from this underwater hell. But now, now there was nothing left. He had made sure of that. You were lost to the depths. How could you ever return to a life that was so foreign to you?

“And you know what?” He leaned in, his voice softer, almost tender, and he spoke as though he were telling you a fun anecdote, “Before I even knew your name, I started calling you Brizo! Do you remember? The goddess of calm seas? The one who watches over sailors and gives them peace? I thought that, maybe, if I could make you Brizo, if I could make you my goddess, and I would be your God... and everything would be perfect…!”

You felt a heaviness settle in your core, one that threatened to drag you into the bottomless pit below. Brizo. A name you hadn’t even known you had, but now it felt like a brand on your soul. He had seen you as an object to possess long before he ever truly knew you. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was something darker. Something so, so twisted.

His eyes searched yours, searching for something. His hand was on your cheek now, the touch almost gentle in its madness. “Can I still call you that, Brizo? …Please? Let me keep calling you that. You… you’re mine. You always have been.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to scream that you were still human, still [Y/N], still you. But the words felt foreign in your mouth. You had tried to fight for so long, but now, in this cold abyss with only Lotan’s presence to anchor you, you realized that you were nothing. You weren’t Brizo, and you weren’t the girl who had once stood on the beach, so full of life and hope. You were just his.

And the last shred of your humanity, the last flickering light of your former self, slowly, agonizingly, began to fade.

“I—" The words caught in your throat, but when you finally spoke, your voice was hollow, broken. “Yes.”

Lotan smiled, and it was as if the entire ocean exhaled with him. For a brief moment, you almost thought you saw a tear in his eye, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. His smile stretched wider, and the suffocating pressure in your chest grew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight it anymore. Not when escape was so futile.

You no longer knew what you were, but it certainly wasn’t human.

[hwablelights]

Plot: Yunho flying home after schedule overseas. Sharing some moments with the woman next to him. 1585 Words

Autors note: i first only wanted to do a steamy one shot but here we are.. When Yuyu posted his Stories on IG, i couldn't resist. 🙃 1 Chapter... I don’t know how many but let's start with the teasing. Minors not allowed!

This story will contain: male x female, smuth, could contain any practice, NSFW

Chapter 1: Desire

Yunho shifted in his seat, stretching his legs out as much as the cramped economy class would allow. It was a long flight, hours until they landed and he already regretted not upgrading to something a little more comfortable. But he didn't like to spend a lot of money. Even though he could afford it. So it is what it is.

The woman beside him caught his attention again, though he tried to ignore her. She'd been quietly reading, her focus on the book in her hands, but the occasional brush of her arm against his had sent a ripple of awareness through him that he couldn't shake. Every time they accidentally touched, it felt deliberate, like the smallest of sparks waiting to catch fire.

It started with a glance. They'd locked eyes for just a moment when she first took her seat, a brief exchange of polite smiles, nothing more. But there was something in the way her gaze lingered, a quiet curiosity that mirrored his own. Since then, every movement, every sound she made seemed to tug at his attention.

Her black hair fell slightly over her face as she read, and Yunho found his fingers twitching, wanting to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. He scolded himself internally, trying to refocus on the in-flight movie, but the pull was magnetic.

He shifted again, his leg brushing against hers. This time, she didn't move away. Instead, she paused, her fingers resting on the page of her book as though she'd lost her place. Slowly, she lifted her head, and their eyes met once more. There was no polite smile this time. Her gaze was searching, a hint of something deeper flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Yunho swallowed, feeling the heat rising in his chest. The silence between them was charged, every breath, every tiny movement filled with a tension that neither of them could seem to break. He could hear  the chatter and laughter of passengers around them but it all faded into the background. It was just the two of them, trapped in a moment that stretched out endlessly.

The soft fabric of her dress brushed against his forearm as she shifted closer, whether intentional or not, he couldn't tell. His heart pounded in his chest, louder than the engines roaring beneath them.

She turned slightly in her seat, facing him more now, her eyes not leaving his. There was a challenge there, a question in the air that neither of them dared to voice. His fingers curled tightly around the armrest, fighting the urge to close the small space between them.

He breathed in deeply, trying to compose himself, but he knew he was losing the battle. Her gaze dropped to his lips for a fraction of a second before meeting his eyes again. It was enough to send a jolt of electricity through him, the desire nearly overwhelming.

But they were on a plane, surrounded by people, locked in a space too public for what simmered just beneath the surface.

Yunho's pulse quickened, every beat echoing in his ears as he tried to maintain composure. The woman beside him was no longer pretending to read. Her book was forgotten, resting in her lap, her fingers tracing absent patterns over its cover. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her leg press more firmly against his, not pulling away this time, as though testing his reaction.

His grip on the armrest tightened, knuckles white, the small space between their bodies seeming impossibly charged. He wasn't sure if it was the confined cabin air or the way her scent, subtle and warm, seemed to wrap around him, making it harder to think straight. Every inhale pulled him deeper under, and he realized he didn't want to fight it.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his again, and the look she gave him was impossible to misinterpret this time. There was no shyness, no hesitation, just a quiet understanding of what had been simmering between them since she sat down.

Yunho swallowed hard, he leaned back in his seat, trying to create some distance, but the small movement only made things worse. The edge of his hand brushed against hers, barely more than a whisper of contact, but the heat that rushed through him was undeniable.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of the touch lingering between them. Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, she tilted her hand, letting her fingers graze against his. The gesture was so simple, yet it felt impossibly intimate, a wordless acknowledgment of the tension that had been building between them.

Yunho's breath hitched as he felt her fingertips brush the inside of his palm, featherlight but deliberate. It was maddening, this slow, teasing exchange. His thoughts spun, a jumble of conflicting desires. He knew this was dangerous territory, but the pull was irresistible, like standing at the edge of a cliff, the urge to leap taking hold.

She shifted again, leaning in slightly as if she was going to say something, her breath grazing the side of his neck. He froze, heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. But she didn't speak. Instead, her lips lingered just inches from his ear, the tension between them thick enough to drown in. Then she said:

"We should stop. I don't even know you," she said, her voice gentle yet charming.

Yunho cleared his throath: "I know but couldn't help but notice your beauty. What's your name?"

The woman smiled back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm Hyunah," she replied, her voice melodic and alluring. "And who might you be, handsome?"

Yunho chuckled, his heart racing at her flirtatious tone. "Yunho," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hyunah."

As their fingers touched, Yunho felt a jolt of electricity course through his body. He knew he was being bold, but he couldn't seem to help himself around this enchanting woman. Her presence was intoxicating, and he found himself wanting to know everything about her.

Hyunah leaned in closer, her perfume enveloping him like a warm embrace. "So, Yunho," she purred, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "What brings a handsome man like you onto this plane?"

Yunho's breath hitched as she invaded his personal space, her proximity making his heart pound in his chest. "I'm just flying back home." he managed to say, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

Yunho felt a surge of excitement as Hyunah leaned in closer, her intoxicating perfume surrounding him.

"So, do you always flirt with the girl next to you?" Hyunah purred, her voice dripping with sensual undertones. Yunho swallowed hard, his heart racing at her daring advance.

"No but i couldn't help. I really want to know you," he replied, his voice low and husky. "And I must admit, I can't take my eyes off you."

Hyunah giggled, trailing a finger along his forearm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Is that so?" She murmured, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Well then, let's see just how long we can keep our hands off each other on this flight."

With those words, Hyunah shifted slightly, her  thigh pressing against his. The contact sent a jolt of desire straight to his core, and Yunho found himself fighting the urge to pull her close.

They continued their flirtatious banter, whispering and laughing together amidst the hum of the aircraft. The sexual tension was palpable, and both could feel the heat radiating between them. Each passing moment brought them closer to a shared destiny of carnal delights.

He turned his head, drawn to her as if by some invisible force, their faces now so close he could see the faint glint of mischief in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips. His chest tightened, a low heat pooling in his stomach as he realized how much he wanted to close the distance between them, to let go of the restraint he'd been clinging to.

But just as she was about to lean in, the sound of the flight attendant's voice over the intercom broke the moment, cutting through the thick silence between them. He pulled back slightly, the spell broken, and he took a deep breath, knowing all to well, that it wouldn't be a good place for kissing someone. Not for him. He was so close to broke one of the most important rules as an Idol. Not get caught kissing someone. Not here, not in the plane.

She exhaled softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his once more, this time with a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was a silent invitation, a subtle challenge. She didn't need to say anything, her gaze did all the talking, telling him that this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

She settled back into her seat, her body still angled slightly toward him, her arm resting casually on the armrest, just close enough that the warmth of her skin seeped into his. Neither of them spoke. There was no need. The air between them buzzed with a quiet promise, something hanging just out of reach, waiting for the right moment to be grasped.

And Yunho knew, without a doubt, that the moment they landed, they wouldn't be able to keep walking away from this. The tension between them was bound to snap eventually, and when it did, it would be impossible to stop.

💕

I'll promise next chapter will be even more 🔞👌

[vanitythevantropist]

Mkay so it took me way too long but I have finally created new art :3 (I finished these a while ago and forgot to post them but SHHHHH)

Anyways, these characters are from my absolute favourite and most well developed story in the roster; Stones of Gold. The love I have for thus story and its characters cannot be put into words. They are my everything

Anyways, here they are :3

Characters featured (left-right): Zepsun and Casaraua

Cas is the main POV character of SoG and I love him to death, he’s one of my favourite characters in all of my stories😭 He was raised on a farm by his mom after his dad left her (he left because Cas is what is known as a Rune Shifter which I’ll explain later). He’s not the best with social interaction due to never having interacted much. He’s very shy and afraid of everything, even though he literally had super strength. He becomes the newest member of the main group behind the next guy

Zep, fun fact, is actually a minor antagonist in the beginning👀 He joins the main group last because of issues. Anyways, he was taken under some emperor’s wing after the guy saves him from slavery as a child which totally fucked with his psyche (as it should). Zep’s pretty closed off and tends to get defensive. He fears anyone who can beat him in a fight. He is also a rune shifter

They become very gay later on

Characters featured (left-right): Chryo and Cyruss

I fucking love Chryo to death, she’s just so fun. She is a TANK of a woman (and a Rune Shifter as well). I’d say she’s pretty motherly and sweet when interacting with people she likes but, when you threaten someone she loves, she’ll become your worst nightmare. She’s determined as fuck and very snarky, especially to her boyfriend. She was the first to join the group (AKA she created it LMAO)

Cyruss canonically has gigantism, making him very tall👀 He’s Chryo’s girlfriend and is definitely the more mellow of the two. He’s a musician (haven’t named or drawn the instrument yet but it’s kinda like a guitar/banjo hybrid Ig???) and enjoys his more gothic music n stuff like that (I imagine his music to sound like The Awakening or Miracle of Sound, or both) He’s a bit scary to many due to his quieter nature and darker colours, but he’s a very nice and chill guy with a lot of good advice to share. Like his girlfriend, he definitely knows how to fight :3 He joined the group second, though the last two basically joined with him so (The group as in the friend/rogue group, btw). Heis not a shifter

Characters featured (left-right): Drélan and Mitzen

Drélan is an ex knight who left due to disagreeing with his king. He had since become close friends with a viking, a gothic musician and an assassin (as well as a traumatised gay man and a farmer boy later on, obviously). He’s a very kind and selfless person who takes no bullshit from anyone every. This dude will literally stand between you and god. He sorta becomes a father figure to Cas in the story and they do strong man stuff together (like fix carts and talk about animals, obviously)

Mitzen is an ex assassin, leaving her guild for similar reasons to Drélan. They were once on opposing sides but became good and loyal friends once they both left their groups. She’s a ‘tough love’ kinda gal, shoving her friends into situations whether they like it or not. Like Zep, she’s pretty closed off but she’s definitely calmer and more composed than he is (due to being older and more mature)

They are the only characters in the group that aren’t in a romantic relationship with each other🤣 You can still ship them, tho :3

ANYWAYS, the ✨lore✨

Y’all are probably wondering what a Rune Shifter is, right? Yeah, I thought so👀 I’ll do my best to explain!

A Rune Shifter is a magical being with gem/rock/whatever material casings covering certain parts of their bodies (for reference, Zep, Cas and Chryo are Shifters). One-Runed Shifters are the most common, Two-Runed Shifters are rare, Three-Runes Shifters are VERY rare (90% of critters never see a single one in their lives) and Four-Runed Shifters are saved for myths n shit (no one knows if they’re even real) (Examples; Zep is a double shifter - meaning he had two magic types at once, making him a Two-Runed Shifter - Cas is a Three-Runed Shifter and Chryo is a One-Runed Shifter)

Shifters’ powers are element based (for example; Zep in an ice/water Shifter, Cas is a Sun Shifter and Chryo is a Moon Shifter (or Moon Rune and Cy likes to call her). There are quite a few of them and I haven’t written them all down yet, so🤣 Anyways, they all have different abilities (having more runes= more powers). More examples!! Ice Shifters can control ice, Water Shifters can control water, Sun Shifters are typically protective forces (with force field n super strength and all that), Moon Shifters can multiply and become invisible, etc. (It’s all still a wip so💀)

An ability all Shifters have is the ability to shift (duh) into Rune Beast forms. Rune Beast forms are like monster forms, they can take on any appearance but mostly take the appearance of different already existing animals (also a WIP). Many believe that the form you discover always means something

Now, for the ✨worldbuilding✨

Basically; Rune Shifters are powerful and scary so non-Rune Shifters hate them. Shifters are discriminated against and feared. Any mother to have a Shifter child and keep is also despised (basically Cas’ and his mother’s backstory lmao)

Omg this is a long ass post lmao-

But bro, I can’t help myself😭 I fucking live this story and the characters to DEATH and I hope y’all like em too💕

If you have any questions regarding the story, feel free to reblog or reply with said questions!

[imrllytootiredforthis]

cy i have so many ideas its crazy 😭😭

when i was in high school i hated my chemistry classes 💀💀but now when i think about it... yk in some classrooms especially where biology and chemistry classes are held there is a small room attached to them like a storeroom? where they have all the equipment and supplies ? lmao this is already so long but i just needed to describe it, it gets better i promise

so like yesterday i randomly remembered one of my chemistry classes and suddenly i thought abt soob in those glasses like you know, the black ones ..him in a doctor's coat and..the other students are in class totally unaware of what two new teachers are doing in the storeroom😋😋damn just,, making out w him all while having ur knee between his crotch?? ordering him to be quiet or else everyone will find out what a slut their new chem teacher is (he'd secretly love it, we all know the boy is a slut for degradation and humiliation)😔he'd whimper soso much he wants more and he needs more, he's so riled up,, practically drooling but the fact that he can't have u fuck the brains out of him now makes him practically cry and beg to stop,, the pleasure is too much to handle☹️☹️(u could literally swear at him😭😭i bet he'd let out a couple of moans at that😴)

PLS THIS IS SO LONG,,,i couldn't stop myself cause begging soob>> idk whats gotten into me lately but ig i have a tiny thing for exhibitionism?😩😩no but fr its so hot?

p.s. im glaad ur here for the weekend 😭😭i'll patiently wait for ur official comeback ❣️

i saw this right when i woke up...and jesus, i love you so, so much because😵‍💫😵‍💫

are you, by chance talking abt this soob?...

him in a white lab coat😵‍💫😵‍💫

okay, okay

class started 10 minutes ago. the students are confused, checking the time, emailing their two new teachers to the class, some are even straight-up leaving, muttering about a waste of time

most stay, wondering if they just forgot or got stuff in traffic or something else

completely unaware to the fact that in the little storage closet off to the side of the room...

their pretty professor is shoved up against the wall, pinned with his arms beside his head, lip tugged between his teeth, panting and whining as he grinds down on your knee.

god, he's so needy, trying to quietly beg for more, gasping at the feeling of your teeth grazing his neck

"y'know, this isn't very professional professor choi," you start, pulling away, too composed when all he can do is let out the neediest little mewl, trying to reach his high while tears form in his eyes.

"d-don't care!" he tries to pull his hands away, cup himself and get the stimulation you're just barely giving him but your grip is iron strong, smile all too teasing and all too mean. "just m-make me feel good! please, wan', wan' you to fuck me!"

you press your thigh up against him hard. "right when all of our students are just outside, huh? want them to know that their professor is in here getting fucked like a slut?"

the moan he lets out is nothing less than completely ruined and very, very loud, reverberating through the small room in a way that would've been so hot if not where you were

his hand is free suddenly, as you slap a hand over his mouth, his eyes going wide. "shut up, you slut," you hiss,

the tears fall and you can feel drool building up behind your hand, he can't help himself, his head going on overdrive, his free hand gripping the bottom of your leg, fucking himself desperately against it.

"please, please, please," he whimpers, words garbled against your hand. "more, need more!"

[soulcandi]

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬) | 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞

synopsis: Widowed Jake Sully (sorry) gathers his four children to seek refuge in the isolated territory of the Metkayina clan. He warns them to be on their best behavior, but quickly realizes that it's himself he'll have to watch out for when he meets the eldest daughter of the clan leader.

warnings: jake's pov, alternating povs, mutual pining, written with afab!reader in mind, reader has a na'vi name.

a/n: cross-posted on ao3 and Tumblr <3 noticed some people on tumblr kinda ripping off my work so ig i need to establish dominance on this hellsite too. not sure if i vibe with the pov dividers yet, but they're there regardless.

word count: 2,092

masterlist, next chapter

The foreign white sands seemed to sink under my weight as I dismounted my Ikran. One arm held my youngest daughter against my hip while the other gestured for my three eldest children to stand down and lower their guards. I felt the weariness and apprehension radiating off of them, and understood it, but knew more in the ways of diplomacy than I ever thought to pass on. 

The people emerged from their dwellings in droves, peering out into the open sands at the new arrivals from beyond the horizon. Tuk began to stir in my arms as I hoisted her up higher. My legs threatened to buckle underneath my body with every suggested movement. I hadn’t stepped foot on solid land since we first disembarked from the forest floor. I couldn’t afford to. 

A low hum rose from the curious silence as the people’s wonder turned to fear. Who were these people? Why have they come to us? 

I threw my head in every direction, searching through the many faces for that of Tonowari, who met the sky people in battle alongside me many years ago. He of all people would understand our dire situation. My stomach churned when out of a thousand faces, all melted into a rippling sea of coral blue, none made any move to come forward. Instead, I began to take notice of the pointed spearheads prodding out of the makeshift barricade. They were arming themselves. 

A commotion behind me made me whip my head around just in time to catch Neteyam making a grab for the bow strapped to the saddle of his Ikran. “Tiftang,” I hissed. Stop it. If these people saw us as a threat in any capacity, it would be onto the next clan, then the next, and the next, until we came across someplace stupid enough to harbor five fugitives from the forest. 

Neteyam met my eye and hesitated before lowering his arm helplessly to his side, a dejected look quickly masking the curiosity that I detected in him immediately after landing. Just as soon as the whispers ceased, they returned tenfold. When I looked back down the beach, it didn’t take long to establish why.

A single figure emerged from the wall of defensive clanspeople, stepping across the platform of pliant sand as if it were a marble runway. It was effortless in a way that should have made me uneasy but instead inspired a rush similar to adrenaline in my cold and wind-beaten body. 

 The very first thing I noticed was the flowing white cloth draped over your waist — a type of fabric I would have assumed was cotton back on Earth, but on Pandora, I couldn’t be too sure. A long slit ran all the way to your outer thigh and billowed like a sail on the open sea. Strings of beaded pearls twisted around both your legs like thin aquatic vines, and when you grew closer, I would soon notice how similar beads had been woven into the hair framing your face.

I had never seen anything quite like you – on my native planet or this one. 

Swallowing, I lowered a wriggling Tuk to the sands where she quickly disappeared behind her sister. I intended to meet you in the middle of the small peninsula, but as soon as I found the strength to move, you had already come within a few feet of where we landed.

There was something so regal in the way you composed yourself, with a sense of majesty that commanded the attention of all those around you, including myself. Anyone could have whispered in my ear just then and told me you were something ethereal — something larger than life — and I would have had no choice but to believe them. 

I immediately moved to make myself smaller, afraid of coming off as too imposing. Before I earned the respect of the Omaticaya, I was the oaf, the fool who didn’t consider his own size before running blindly into conflict. I refused to inherit that same legacy here.

Touching two fingers against my temple, I brought them down in a wide arch away from my body. “Oel ngati kameie.” I see you.  

Boy, did I ever.  

You met my display with a bow of your own, bringing two fingers to the space between your eyes. Your wrist was cluttered with bracelets woven from strong green fibers and I studied you shamelessly, assuming your eyes were closed when in reality, you were studying me back beneath your curtain of long eyelashes.

You heard them well before you ever saw them — the mighty flying beasts whose wings beat up the waters flying low over the edge of the reef. You were raised on stories of the Ikran and of the Toruk who ruled over them in the forest regions. But more often, you were ensnared by tales of Toruk Makto who fought alongside your father in the war against the sky people — those who hunted your tulkun siblings over the horizon. 

You were barely able to hold your own in those times of great sorrow, buried in your studies as you learned the ways of the Tsahìk – the role you were blessed to one day inherit from your mother. You long outgrew the audience of the village storyteller, but you had to have been blind not to recognize who now stood in your presence, bowed to offer you his deepest respects.

“Oel ngati kameie,” he spoke, voice low and tinted with a guttural edge. His eyes, a startling yellow that rivaled the burnfibers that grew in the underbrush around the clan border, moved not once from yours. 

Your face began to burn from the heat of his gaze – evaporating whatever seawater still lingered on your cheeks from your morning swim. A man who not once in his life reduced himself to beg was now pleading before you, empty hand still outstretched as if for you to take. 

In an attempt to hide the effect he was having on you, you quickly moved to fulfill your end of the gesture by touching your own two fingers to your temple. It was only polite by way of your people. Before you could part your lips and repeat his own words back to him, however, you heard furious footfalls upon the sand and staggered backward as your brother Ao’nung appeared out of nowhere and drew you close behind him.

“We have no peace with these forest people,” he seethed, turning back to glower at you before glaring straight forward at your unexpected guests. You were six cycles his elder, but no one would ever guess it by how closely he mirrored your father in both leadership and combat. Despite this, Ao’nung was undeniably a child; a child who did not yet wield the power of clan leader. 

Your brother had far to go in his studies, but if he were to become Olo’eyktan one day like he so planned, the village was better for it.

You watched as Toruk Makto — Jake’sully — drew his ears flat against his head like a wounded animal. Only then did he finally drop his hand and a wave of regret washed through you for not showing him his owed respect when you had the chance. 

Planted all around him was a small army of children, all cowering at his side. Two boys looked around Ao’nung’s age, or close. Beside them, bearing no signs of fear, only weariness, a girl with choppy black hair who reminded you very little of your sister stood before an even smaller child who was too far hidden behind the others for you to see clearly.

“That is Toruk Makto,” you whispered in warning, placing a hand on your brother’s shoulder. He huffed at your display of seniority but did not back down. “Ao’nung.” 

“His title makes no difference to me,” he scoffed. “Outsiders are unwelcome.”

Pursing your lips, you stepped back. “Where is father?” 

Any efforts you could have made to remedy the situation proved to be in vain as both your parents surfaced from the flood of villagers standing at the shoreline. Neither of them looked as forgiving as you might have hoped to be.

You could stand up to either of your siblings in a heartbeat, and you’ve done it a thousand times before, but both you and your brother knew better than to test them. Especially now, when human gunfire could be heard over the horizon in the deadly stillness of night. 

Stepping aside, you allowed the Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk past so they could cast their own judgment upon the forest refugees.

There was a flurry of mixed reactions when Tonowari announced to his people that my family and I would be allowed into the village. More whispers, which were expected, but no thunderous applause. Definitely no applause. 

The Metkayina looked down upon us like one would look upon a child struggling to stand, but with pity where hope should have been found. I could only swallow the last of my shame and give all the thanks I could muster. 

“Dad?” Tuk tugged on my tunic, wet with ocean spray and sweat from several days’ travel. I lifted her once again over my hip, using my free hand to unhook the leather satchel that hung from the saddle of my Ikran. Kiri and the boys watched me closely, waiting for the go-ahead to do anything but stand there rigidly. 

I nodded toward their Ikran. All three had been locked in a conversation entirely their own, comprised of clicks and caws I couldn’t even begin to understand. Not like Kiri miraculously could. “Get your things,” I commanded. No time to sit around and sunbathe. Not while Ronal could easily whip her head back around and overpower her mate’s decision to allow us refuge, sending us right back out into open seas with nothing but the last of our rations and a week’s worth of exhaustion. 

They snapped to it immediately, grabbing the netted sacks that held the last remaining fragments of their previous lives and dismissing their Ikrans to the skies. I followed suit before turning to face the village, our home for the foreseeable future, for a final time. 

Everyone else had long since wandered off, returning to their duties just as Tonowari ordered. Those that remained sprinkled across the sands were doing a half-assed job of pretending there weren’t five foreign faces walking amongst them. They watched from the shadows of their straw buildings, or from underneath the surface of their crystal clear waters.

But you?

You were standing right where I left you, hands clutched together in front of your body with a gentle smile pulling at your lips. I tried not to replay your first impression of me in my head for fear of ruining a second. I see you, I repeated to myself in the furthest reaches of my mind. I see you, I see you, I see you.  

“May the great mother look upon our meeting with favor,” you beamed like you had been waiting your entire life to roll out the welcome wagon. Considering the clan’s attitude toward outsiders, this was likely the case. “I will show you to our village. May I?”

The last of your words were directed solely to Neteyam, who was struggling to haul both his and Kiri’s luggage over his arm. He froze instantly in the presence of your warm smile and did nothing to deny you as you stepped forward and took his bag into your hands. 

You made a point to greet each of the children with a welcoming smile, even going as far as to offer Tuk a private giggle before meeting my gaze with a neutral, diplomatic air. “Right this way, please.”

A true leader in the making. 

If I stopped to ponder it long enough, I could force myself to remember you. In my first tour of the neighboring clans, when Toruk Makto was called upon to unite them against the sky people, you had been there. Hidden behind Ronal, I remember your eyes as clear as day. They were your father’s eyes, though brighter and filled with hope rather than wise resignation.

When your back was turned, I watched my eldest son gulp and shift his remaining bag higher over his shoulder. Lo’ak snorted and socked him roughly in the arm before taking off after his sisters, who hounded close behind your retreating figure as if it were a beacon in the dark.