#keep thinking about all the sweet things he did for me

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Razor's Caress

Warnings: MDNI, depilation, piv sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie A/n: Just felt kinky and needed to write Zayne. Also, it is my firm belief that Zayne is a clit kisser after he performs oral. Hope everyone's New Year is going well and that the pull gods have been generous to you in the latest banner!

You giggle as Zayne’s large hands wander over your body, softly squeezing your curves as he nuzzles his face into your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. His tongue traces a warm line up the column of your throat and a contented sigh leaves your lips as you cling to him. Zayne takes his time, always keeping his touches light and teasing as he samples and savors every inch of your body that falls prey to his mouth. 

As he starts slipping his smooth hands under your top, cupping your breasts, you can feel desire pouring into your veins as you take in his appearance; those mesmerizing eyes that were starting to darken at the periphery, his hot breath as it tickled your ear, and the unmistakable hardening bulge that was pressing against your thigh. Longing falls heavily on your senses but you hesitate, remembering that this little rendezvous wasn’t planned, and as such, you were completely and utterly unprepared down there. 

It never failed to surprise you, how quickly the bush grew back like it was being treated with an extra strength hair growth formula, the coarse locks covering your mound and creeping onto your thighs. With a sigh, you knew you wouldn’t go any further tonight. You fully intended to make it up to him tomorrow, once you could groom down there and look presentable. Part of you knows that body hair is natural and you shouldn’t be fussing over it so much but considering this was a new relationship, you simply weren’t confident enough yet to bare yourself in your native state. It was the beginning of a relationship that was starting to solidify, and you wanted to stretch it out a little longer. After all, keeping the area free of hair was something that you did for yourself; it made you feel confident and well-kempt. 

You place a hand on Zayne’s shoulder to grab his attention and he gazes at you, fire in his amber-green eyes. It almost makes you want to forget your hesitancy but you simply couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “Yes?” Zayne’s voice is a low growl as he waits for you to speak.

You clear your throat before speaking. “I-I’m sorry but, I don’t think we can go further tonight.” The disappointment is subtle but it makes your heart clench as you see it in his face, the slight droop in his mouth, and the change of warmth in his eyes. He sighs, then composing himself, rolls off you and you feel the loss keenly. You knew he could be balls deep inside you and if you said stop he’d pull out immediately, and you ached because right now you wanted just that; to feel his tongue all over you, to have his hot, velvety, flesh invade the part of you that throbbed and radiated with heat. But you remember what you looked like down there and try to curb your impulses. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, reaching out to stroke his shoulder.

“Don’t be. It’s all right.” Zayne cups your cheek and strokes it tenderly, and it almost breaks your already paper-thin resolve. “Was I going too fast?”

“No. It was perfect.” You lean over and card your fingers through his silky hair, leaning towards him till your foreheads touch. “And believe me, you have no idea how much I want to.”

“Then why stop?” Zayne presses a kiss to the tip of your nose and you almost groan in frustration. 

“It’s…it’s just a thing I have to deal with.”

“What sort of thing?” Zayne pulls away to look at you and you feel yourself blushing under his gaze. How could you possibly tell him the reason?

“It’s kind of personal. I just need to take care of it before we can do anything.”

Zayne’s eyebrows knit together in puzzlement. “You know you can tell me whatever it is right?” There’s a pause and you look away, feeling strangely shallow about your reasoning for not wanting to have sex tonight. You shake your head.

“It’s nothing. Can we let it go?”

Observing the flustered way you’re avoiding him, Zayne frowns. “Are you sure you’re all right?” Embarrassment creeps into your being and you turn to hide your face in your pillow and hear Zayne make a noise of amusement. He lays down beside, you, reassuringly patting your head. “You can tell me if you want to. No pressure. But I can’t see your face now.”

His words carry a light, teasing tone making you feel like you’re about to combust spontaneously. You feel him continue to pat your head and finally give in and admit the reason. Your voice is muffled by the pillow as you say it.

“I haven’t shaved.” 

A moment of silence follows your words before Zayne lets out a huff. “Is that all?” His tone sounds relieved. “I thought I did something.”

“No! It’s not you at all.” You raise your face from the pillow and give him an earnest look. “I haven’t had time to do maintenance and don’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” There’s a quirk in Zayne’s lips. “I think I’d very much like to see it no matter how it looks.”

“No!” you squeak the word and shake your head. “Trust me, you don’t.” Bemused at his reaction, you allow him to pull you into a tight embrace, his chest shaking with laughter, which did little to quell your insecurity. “Stop! This isn’t funny!” you pout, making him grip you harder. 

“Of course it’s funny. Darling, do you really think I’m unaware that women have pubic hair? Or that it’s impossible to keep it neat all the time?” His breath tickles the back of your neck and you squirm. 

“I’m not ready for you to see me like that! If we’re at that stage it means-” you stop abruptly before you could spill the beans. 

“Hmm? What does it mean?” Zayne rolls you onto your other side so that he can look at you. Instead, you bury your face in his chest, listening to the barely contained rumble of his mirth. 

“It means we’re in an actual relationship. Where you see me all gross and untidy and I’m not sure we’re there yet.”

You hear his breath hitch, and when there’s no response you boldly glance up at him. There’s a depth of softness there that you hadn’t seen before and your heart skips a beat as you see it; his gaze is making you melt and sends tingles through your body.

“Oh my god. You think we’re there.” There’s a moment of tense quiet as your heart hammers in your chest before he gathers you close to him. 

“Yes. I think we’re there. Is that bad?” Zayne murmurs into your ear and you feel like your being might burst from the tenderness of his embrace. 

“No. It’s not bad.” You play with his hands, letting your palms lay flat on each other, intertwining your fingers with his. “I wasn’t sure is all.”

“Then let me remove any doubts you may have.” Zayne kisses your forehead. “We are together. It is serious. And I’m honestly not bothered if you haven’t had time to shave.”

You swallow and look up at him. “Thank you for telling me. I like that. Us being serious.”

A calm atmosphere replaces the previous tension, and you relax in his arms as he strokes your back. “Would you like to go to sleep?” he asks quietly. You consider it, then shake your head.

“No. I want to pick up where we stopped.” You take a deep breath then say, “Can you give me a little time? I’ll shave right now and we can get back into it.”

“Oh? You’re ok to tell me you want to shave now?” There’s humor in his tone. 

“Yeah now that we’re serious. I think I can openly tell you that now.”

“Do you want any help?” The deep, sultry way he murmurs the question has your stomach doing flips. Wetting your lips you let out an awkward laugh.

“No! I mean why would you want to help me with that anyway?” Your pulse quickens as you realize he’s completely serious, based on the new intensity that forms in his eyes. 

“Why not? I have a clear vantage point. I can see all of it, but I’m sure it must be challenging for you. Not to mention…I have a very delicate touch. Surgeon’s hands and all.” Zayne flourishingly flexes his fingers and you lay down on the bed as a fit of giggles captures you.

“Zayne stop it! I can do it on my own, really!” You shake your head at the image of him kneeling between your legs with a razor in hand. “Why are you so keen on this anyway?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because a certain someone once told me I’m not allowed to do anything and then helped herself to a variety of my personal toiletries. Including my shaving cream and razor.”

You blink as his words slowly settle over you and blush as you recall the day when you’d helped shave his morning stubble, watching his demeanor become increasingly aroused until he’d snapped and you’d rode him on the rocking chair until you’d milked his cock dry. Unsure how to reply you give him a sheepish smile, receiving a smirk in return. 

“So that’s it? Revenge?” You ask as he rolls off the bed. You squeak as he pulls you towards him then scoops you up in his arms, holding you securely against his chest. 

“Not at all, darling.” He nuzzles your hair as he walks towards the bathroom. “Think of it as me returning the favor.” He switches on the light and deposits you on the large counter next to the sink. Your heart hammers in your chest as you watch him open one of the drawers and take out his shaving cream, and an unopened razor head which he replaces onto the handle of his razor after discarding the old blade. 

“Must be sanitary after all. Don’t want to bring any bacteria to such a sensitive area. Now…I believe it’s time to disrobe my patient.” Your mouth goes dry as he stands between your legs, running his hands along your bare calves before flirting with the waistband of your shorts, hooking his finger into it and tugging it down, slowly revealing your abdomen and belly button. You shiver as the elastic lowers onto your hips and brace yourself on your hands to raise your lower body, assisting him in slipping off the garment. Once it’s been discarded, his eyes fixate between your legs, and you feel the unmistakable sensation of wetness. Could anyone blame you? Zayne’s foreplay was always intense and effective, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you had a stain of moisture on your panties. 

Zayne runs a finger over the patch and you suck in a breath at the contact. A small huff of satisfaction falls from his mouth as he looks back at your face. “Were you honestly planning on staying like this all night? Aroused and denying yourself relief?” 

“I would have calmed down after a while,” you murmur defensively, letting out a hum as he leans closer to you to lick and nip your earlobe.

“What a disservice that would have been to both of us.” Transfixed, all you can do is watch as he starts to remove your panties, the small strip of fabric clearing your legs in no time and falling to the floor. Chills race down your spine as your bare ass settles on the marble counter. You avert your gaze as Zayne takes a look at your hairy mound, the coarse, curly hair fully visible on your sex. He gently pats your knee.

“Open.” The word is a gentle command and despite the heat rushing to your face, you obey and part your legs, letting him have an unfiltered view of your unshaven pussy. You feel moisture gather in your core under his gaze, a familiar throbbing feeling returning to your clit, and your nipples start to perk up under your pajama top. A strangled gasp falls from your lips as his fingers softly pet the tatch of hair, running a finger down the crease of your thigh before he takes your ankles and sets them up at an angle on the edge of the counter.

Your sex was now fully on display to his probing vision and, heat and need gathering in your lower belly as he ran his fingertip down the partition that separated the labia from the inner membranes, then running it superficially over the length of your slit, and you can’t help but make a quick bucking motion at the touch. 

“Soon. I promise.” Zayne reaches for the shaving cream, pressing down on the nozzle until the foamy substance falls onto his fingers. He carefully spreads the cream all over your mound, the edges of your labia, and the creases of your inner thighs. Every small stroke only stokes the fire inside you, the unexpected eroticism of the act making you wetter and eager to feel his fingers on a more intimate spot. Your breath catches as the cold, metal edge of the razor is felt on your skin, and then with a smooth dragging motion, you feel your hair part company with your skin. The quiet noise of the blade removing your hair fills the bathroom, punctuated with the sound of both your breathing and the soft taps of the razor as Zayne clears the head into the sink. 

He’s meticulous and patient, slanting the instrument delicately to get into the small nooks and using a firm but delicate touch to hold apart your lips as he works the razor near the delicate spots, then going lower to the back ends of the labia near your core. Time seems to move slower under his ministrations, and when he’s finally satisfied with his work, he takes a small hand towel which he runs under warm water from the sink before cleaning off the excess shaving cream. You peek down to admire his handiwork, seeing how smooth your skin looked, at how tidy and tamed it now was. 

Your clit was conspicuously visible now, unconcealed from the hair that was hiding it from view. You can feel it throb from the attention and your calves quiver from holding yourself apart for so long on the counter. You’re about to drop them down when Zayne firmly puts his hands on your knees. “Just a little longer.” 

You don’t dare move as he bends, his breath ghosting your sensitive skin which feels even more naked than usual with the missing hair. You sensed what he was about to do before it happened. A soft moan of wantonness leaves your lips and echoes off the tiles of the bathroom as Zayne’s clever tongue delves into your folds, lapping at the gathering honey that’s been accumulating all night. He leisurely dives into your hole, letting the watery nectar flow into his mouth. Your cunt was ripe with the scent of desire and it takes all his strength to not senselessly fuck you on the counter at this very moment. 

His tongue drags upwards sinfully, stimulating every nook and cranny of your delicate sex before teasingly flicking against the base of your clit, upsetting your balance as your hips arch forward in need. Your heels almost slide off the counter but Zayne reassuringly has you in a tight hold that keeps you in place. The little moans turn into mewls of pleasure as he sets up a rhythm, letting saliva dribble onto his tongue and slowly tracing short lines on your clit, patient little strokes from the bottom of the little bud to the top that have you squeezing your eyes closed as you try not to scream out from insanity. His spit combines with your arousal and pools down at the base of your cunt, a little messy puddle forming on the counter. 

Your hands keep flexing before finally finding purchase on his shoulders, squeezing them tight, and you hear a low noise from Zayne as your fingernails dig into his skin. You’d never felt so exposed, so utterly defenseless, all of you display for him to toy with as he pleased. You can feel your walls spasming in expectation and let out a quavering whine as you feel his fingers probing your entrance, pushing into you and scissoring inside to stretch you out. As he begins to stroke that spongy patch of nerves inside you, you feel the control snapping away from your body like a curtain being ripped off its hooks. Unashamedly, you moan, your hips undulating on his face as Zayne pushes you to the point of ecstasy.

You cry out sharply as you orgasm, the delicious spasm of ripples from within bubbling into your core and sending a heady rush into your system. The aftershocks continued to trickle through you, and Zayne slowly pulled his fingers out, covered in your essence. He places a soft kiss on your clit, a tender gesture that has your heartwarming despite the carnal act that had just taken place. He licks his fingers clean, then cups your cheek lovingly, taking in the sight of your flushed face and bright eyes, the way your hardened nipples showed up through your sleep top. He rests his forehead against yours.

“Darling…What am I supposed to do with you looking so delightfully sweet right now?” His thumbs brush the sides of your breasts you’re acutely aware of how close he is to losing control. You can feel the rock-hard push of his cock against your legs and his breath mingling with yours as he leans down for a hot kiss. You taste the salty tang of your arousal coating his lips and greedily suck his tongue, reveling in the flavor and the muffled gasp of desire that bubbles from Zayne’s chest. His strong arms hook around you and you feel your bottom part contact with the counter and wrap your legs around him instinctively. Not breaking the kiss and positive he was taking you back to bed, you fumble with the elastic of his pajama bottoms, sliding them down with your feet and teasingly pressing against the heated flesh. 

Zayne’s body tenses at the feeling of your toes strolling along the length of his cock and he feels something primal unleash in his belly. Thoughts of a soft bed and taking it slowly are driven from his mind barely a few steps out of the bathroom door. He turns and you feel your back come in contact with the wall, eyes opening hazily as a string of saliva connects your tongue to his. 

“You make me insatiable you little minx.” Zayne growls in your ear and supports you against the wall as he tries to free himself from the confines of his pajamas. “Didn’t think shaving your cunt would get me this hard.” Swaying in his arms and seeing his struggle, you carefully unwrap a leg from around his waist and use it to push down the pajama pants all the way, hearing them swish to the floor as they pool around his ankles. 

You pull your leg back up and resume your position, purring in his ear. “Maybe we’ll make that a permanent arrangement then.” A growl of approval rumbles from within him as he holds you firmly in the air against the firmness of the wall. You slide your body ever so slightly, reaching down to help position him as he pushes upwards and notches his thick, weeping, cockhead at your entrance. You let your body slide further, moaning as he instinctively closes the gap between your bodies. The eroticism of the moment is heightened by the sensation of your pajama tops brushing against each other while your bare lower halves worked in harmony to seek and provide each other with the intimate pleasure you’d been craving all night.

Zayne’s hot, velvety, length glides into your wetness, each thrust pressing you back against the wall. Helpless to anything else but cling to him you moan sexily in his ear, holding onto him for dear life. Each stroke sent bursts of euphoria through you, your pants growing heavier and more broken as your nails dig into his back. You feel tension in his body, finally realizing how badly he’d been craving you all night and your body completely surrenders to his movements, content to let him have you anyway he pleased. 

Wet noises fill the air as Zayne ruts into you, his tip kissing your cervix and brushing against your gspot, his hips deliciously thrusting against yours. The stretch and fill of him felt undeniably satisfying. You stroke his hair, whispering endearments to him as he chases his orgasm. The soft feel of your lips near his ear encouraging him to let go have Zayne’s vision growing fuzzy at the edges, his fingers digging into your flesh as though you’re an anchor. His abdomen is taut with anticipation, balls heavy and ready to unload themselves.

His eyes squeeze shut as he feels every little contraction of your pussy on him, then finally gives in to the demanding needs of his body. The coil snaps in his belly and the ecstatic contractions of gratification grip his body as he thrusts into you as high as he can, sheathing himself fully into your wetness, thick jets of his seed rushing forward to paint your womb. He moans as he waits for the contractions to subside, then gently caresses your cheek, easing his body out of yours as he helps you off the wall. Your legs quiver and burn from the position they’d been in and you lean on him for support, clenching your walls as you feel the naughty liquidy slip of his seed about to fall from your channel. 

He tenderly runs his hands over your body, pressing kisses to your hair, then cradles you against him. “How are your legs?” he inquires and you chuckle weakly, feeling a sheen of sweat coating his chest.

“They hurt. But I think I’ll survive,” you say jokingly. Zayne huffs and starts leading you back to bed. You lie down on the cool sheets, eyes heavy with fatigue, and snuggle into Zayne’s body. 

Gentle moonlight falls across both of you as he strokes your back soothingly, bringing an uncontrollable wave of sleep across your body. As you settle down for the night, there’s a deep sense of comfort in knowing that Zayne was now going to be a constant in your life and you smile sleepily into his neck before succumbing to your dreams.

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[azrielsdove]

Nothing but Hate: Azriel x Rhysand!Sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut, 18+, Slight Eris x Reader

***

You grinned wickedly at the male in front of you, a dagger held tight in each hand. His golden eyes flashed with warning, hands lit up blue. You circled each other slowly, each sizing up the other.

You moved first, flinging a dagger towards his stomach. A flash of blue met the blade, disintegrating it in front of your eyes. Your smile dropped from your face, and you threw the second one rashly. It missed, as you knew it would. You groaned, hands coming up to cover your eyes.

“You’re up here to train,” Azriel chided, “so why don’t you act like it?”

You dropped your hands and turned to glare at him. “Has it ever occurred to you I have more important things to do than this?”

He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Like what? Organizing your pretty little ball gowns? Polishing your countless tiaras?”

“I provide valuable intel to this Court,” you said, slowly looking him up and down. “Something you could learn a thing or two about.”

His eyes narrowed. “I do my job well. Your brother would not keep me employed if I didn’t. Or do you doubt the judgement of the High Lord?”

You gave a dramatic pout. “Oh, did I hurt your feelings? I care not what my brother does with you and that other brute. I was raised to gather information under the guise of a sweet, innocent lady.” You made a show of batting your eyes, lips in an exaggerated pout. “Males crumble far too easily.”

Rhys had been trying to get you and Azriel to get along for the better part of the last century. Something about him irked you to your bones. Cassian wasn’t much higher ranked in your mind, but you could at least tolerate him. You felt you would never know why your brother had latched on to these two idiots.

“You think rather highly of yourself, princess.” He spoke your title like it was an insult.

“I don’t see any great cause for why I should not,” you shot back, head high. You knew exactly what you were worth.

“Stuck-up brat.”

“You enjoy being my brothers bitch?”

Azriel opened his mouth to retort when he was cut off by a sharp yell.

“Enough!”

The two of you turned to see Rhys storming into the training ring. “I cannot think with you going at it like little children!”

“Well if he-“

“Rhys, she’s-“

“I said, ENOUGH.” Rhys stopped in front of you, hands coming to massage his temples. “You are being insufferable. I will not listen to your ceaseless bickering any longer. Figure out how to get along, or you will both be reassigned to the training camps.”

You and Azriel gave sounds of protest, quieted by Rhys holding up a hand. “I do not wish to hear it. I’m giving you one last chance. If you complete this mission without trouble I will allow you to yell at each other as much as you want. Otherwise, say goodbye to your nice little lives here.” He looked pointedly at the both of you. “Am I understood?”

You both grumbled your agreements, waiting to be given instruction. “Good. Now, I need you to go to Autumn. Beron is hosting a ball this coming week, and I need intel on what it is he’s doing. I do not trust the Vanserra’s, especially with Lucien’s recent departure.” He frowned deeply. “His father is a truly evil man. I want eyes on him.”

You and Azriel nodded, understanding the importance of this mission. Regardless of how you felt about each other, Rhys was right about the evil that runs the Autumn Court.

***

You stared at yourself in the mirror, a deep dread weighing down on you. You ran your hands over the front of your gown, watching the minuscule diamonds in the black fabric sparkle in the light. It was a stunning garment by all accounts, with the flowing skirts and romantic off-shoulder neckline. You looked every part the Night Court Princess, simply attending a ball as a Lady should.

Accompanied by…Azriel.

A knock at the door reminded you of his irritating presence. You walked over to open it, silver heels tapping on the ground.

“Are you-“ He began, stopping as he looked you over. You couldn’t help the smirk that made its way onto your face.

“Speechless, Shadowsinger?” You quipped, winking at him. That brought him back to reality and he rolled his eyes before begrudgingly holding an arm out for you to take.

“I would almost say you’re beautiful, but then you had to go and open that annoying little mouth of yours.” You pinched his arm under your hand, though you noted that the usual bite behind his words wasn’t all there.

This night was extremely important to the both of you. You had to figure out a way to work together. Neither one of you wished to go to the training camps, far away from your home. It sent a chill down your spine to recall the ways you were treated anytime you were at them, and you didn’t dare to think what it would be like if you were there alone. Truthfully, you were a little angry with Rhys for this level of threat. Was the punishment equal to the crime?

“Let’s just get this over with, Azriel.” You were looking forcibly ahead, otherwise you would have seen the worry that flitted over his face.

***

Evil as Beron was, he knew how to throw a party. The ballroom of the Autumn Court castle was dressed to the gods, golden elegance dripping from every inch. The male himself sat on an intricate wooden throne, a crown sat atop his head. His sons stood in a line next to him, each dressed in varying shades of orange and red. You carefully surveyed the room, putting on a show like you were admiring the decor.

Beron took note of you quickly, standing to loudly welcome you. “Princess! Come, let me introduce you to my sons.” You gave a shy smile and made your way over to him, playing the role Rhys had instructed you to. “Your brother tells me he is interested in a possible match between our Courts,” Beron continues, too loud for comfort. You knew the offer of your hand would go to his head. The elusive, dark, Night Court heiress betrothed to one of his sons? How could he resist?

You gave a small nod, glancing over at his sons lined up like prizes for you to select. “I am honored that you would deem me a good match for any of your sons, my lord.” You could almost feel the laugh Azriel held back at your demure tone.

Beron smiled widely, placing a hand on your back to lead you to the line of males. “Eris, my eldest and likely heir, would be your most advantageous match,” he drawled. Eris held his hand out for yours, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“It is an honor to be considered by the Princess of Night.” His voice dripped with honey-like sweetness, a gleam in his eyes that drew you in. You couldn’t help the light blush that crossed your cheeks in his presence.

“The honor is all mine,” you said with a curtsy, biting your lip when you looked back up at him.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked, as gentlemanly as expected. You bowed your head in agreement before letting him lead you out to the dance floor.

A shadow swirled briefly around your ankles, a subtle sign from Azriel. As annoying as he was, you knew you could trust him to keep you from danger. You made a point to catch his eye over Eris’ shoulder, a silent gesture that you understood his message.

Eris placed one hand on your waist and held yours in the other, a proud smile on his face. You allowed yourself to be immersed in the music, following his every move like you’d spent hours practicing together.

“Have you been to this Court before?” He asked you, spinning in a circle. “You do not look familiar.”

You shook your head, giving him a small laugh. “My brother does not like it when I travel far without him.” A sweet, innocent answer.

“He does not trust you, then?”

“No, I would not say so. He simply…worries, doesn’t he?” You tilted your head in the direction of the other sons. “Do you not worry for your brothers?”

Something flickered in his eyes as he looked over, an unspoken pain. “Them? No.” He looked back at you. “Not those ones.” You understood what he was saying, the unspoken message behind his words. The brother he worried for was long gone, away in Spring. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, letting him know you understood.

Eris spun you out and pulled you in, your back hitting his chest as his arms wrapped around you. He bowed his head enough for his breath to tickle your neck, your body giving an answering shiver. “You’re not like the other High Court ladies,” he whispered in your ear, before spinning you back out and away.

You turned into him again, his hand coming back to its spot on your waist. “And you are not like other High Court lords,” you responded with a playful smile.

“How so?”

“Well, usually they hardly ever let me speak,” you laughed when you said it, playing it off like a joke.

“Hmm,” he said, the hand on your waist sliding to the small of your back as he pulled you in closer, “then they do not know the enjoyment they are missing.” 
The song had ended, the two of you left standing there improperly close. You were lost in his eyes, in the secrets he held in them. He leaned down and for half a second you believed he was going to kiss you.

And you were going to let him.

Instead he moved to whisper, “Would you like to see something special?” You nodded, and allowed him to lead you off the dance floor and out of the ballroom. A small voice in the back of your mind warned you that running off with a male you did not know was not the safest choice, but Eris made you feel safe. You could only hope his actions matched his words.

You were pleasantly surprised when he lead you to a library, books up to the ceiling. Everything was made of dark wood, shelves as if the trees simply grew that way. A roaring fire warmed the room, the smell of cinnamon and old parchment welcoming. “Oh, Eris,” you said in awe, “it is beautiful.”

He came up behind you as you stood in the center of the room, lost in the beauty around you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, hand splayed flat over your stomach, the other resting on your arm. He bent his head again, lips millimeters from the bare skin of your shoulder. You couldn’t help the way you leaned into him, the mission you were on long forgotten.

“I thought you might enjoy this,” he hummed, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Not many care to come here. My father especially.” You felt the angry twitch in his fingers at the reminder of his father. You turned your head to look up at him, recognizing the longing in his expression.

“I am sorry,” you began, “about Lucien. I imagine that has been hard on you. Being forced to pretend you do not care.” He stayed quiet, looking at you with an intensity you had never experienced. Like it was the first time anyone had seen him.

“You are not what I thought you would be,” he whispered, before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. He kissed you with the passion of a thousand suns, his mouth moving with yours in their own dance. You turned in his arms to press your chest flush against his, your arms twining around his neck as you pulled him closer. Eris groaned at your touch, one hand coming to tangle its way into the hair at the back of your head.

He started moving the two of you until your back hit one of the bookshelves, never breaking the kiss. Tongues created art as the two of you lost yourselves in each other. “Eris,” you moaned when he moved his lips off yours, instead running them up and down the skin of your neck. He growled in response, one hand slowly gathering the skirts of your dress. Your breath was coming in fast spurts, his teeth dragging along your skin making you forget everything you were supposed to be doing.

“Say my name like that again,” he murmured against your skin, your skirts up high enough that he could slide one hand onto your thigh.

You opened your mouth to oblige when he was suddenly ripped off of you, the stark coldness of reality washing over you. You were stunned, still panting against the bookshelf as you took in the scene in front of you.

Eris was thrown backwards, slumped against the shelf across from you. You started to rush towards his unconscious form, concerned for him. You knelt by his side, gently laying his limp body all the way down as you looked over him for any serious injuries.

“Oh, give it up,” came an angry voice, and you shot your head towards Azriel.

“What is your problem?” You yelled, standing once you ensured Eris was otherwise okay.

“My problem? My problem? Maybe it’s the fact that we were sent here on a job, and you are too busy whoring yourself out to care!” He was glaring at you, shadows swirling angrily around him.

“You’d better rethink your words, Shadowsinger,” you warned, dark lightning flickering at your fingertips.

“Relax, princess. Rhys is calling us back.” He looked over at Eris on the ground. “Sorry to interrupt your little…moment,” he said, sounding not very sorry at all. You looked sadly back at Eris, worry still creeping in your mind. Azriel noticed, rolling his eyes. “He’ll be fine. We will not be if we do not go,” he emphasized, grabbing on to your arm.

“Fine.”

The two of you hastily winnowed back home, Azriel flying once your powers grew weary. You did not inherit the Illyrian wings from your mother, much to your dismay. Especially in this moment, in which you had to be in Azriel’s arms as he flew you high above the ground.

“What did you see in him?” He asked, breaking the chilly silence that had ensued since you left the Autumn Court.

“What?” You asked, shocked by his question.

“I mean, they’re evil, aren’t they? The Vanserras?”

You looked out over the night sky, quiet for a moment. “I believe some of them are. I believe Eris pretends to be.”

“I see,” Azriel mused. “But…why choose him?” You turned to look at him, puzzled.

“Azriel, are you jealous?” You teased, waiting for him to act disgusted.

Instead he remained silent, his arms tightening around you ever so slightly. You stared at him for a long time, processing the underlying meaning in his actions. “Az?”

He reacted then, looking at you sharply. You had never called him by that name. “I do not know what you mean,” he finally said.

The rest of the flight was done in silence.

You were thankful when you finally landed back at the House of Wind, the marble under your shoes a welcome feeling. A cool nights breeze blew through the balcony as you turned to Azriel.

“Well, thank you for not abandoning me in the Autumn Court,” you joked, trying for a smile.

His expression stayed stoic. “I would never have left you.”

You blinked at the intensity of his words. It was then that you noticed how closely he was standing to you, how he was looking at you. It was rather similar to the way Eris had looked before he had…

You backed away abruptly, stumbling slightly in your heels. Azriel caught you smoothly around the waist, hand burning you through the fabric of your dress.

“Azriel,” you whispered, “Rhys did not call us back, did he?”

“No.”

“Ah.” Your body was trembling in his grasp, a barrier dangerously close to being crossed as he tugged you flush against him, his nose tracing the slope of your neck. “Then why did you say he did?”

His hands fisted the material beneath them as he inhaled your scent. “I couldn’t stand it.”

You hated the way you were reacting to him, the fire coursing through you. It was entirely different than the way you had felt with Eris. This was more. Much more. You took a shaky breath before asking the question you already knew the answer to.

“Couldn’t stand what?”

Azriel brought his head up, eyes boring into yours. A century of untold feelings swam behind them. “I couldn’t watch him touch you any longer,” he began, one hand coming up to caress your throat. “It was driving me crazy. His lips on your skin, his hands on you.” His thumb rolled across your pressure point, pressing down ever so slightly. An embarrassingly needy noise fell from your lips. “Gods,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to your jawline. “I’ve held back for so long. Forcing my feelings down,” he started kissing down your throat, down your shoulder. Following the same path Eris had left a mere few hours before. “I chose to become your enemy instead, someone you couldn’t stand,” he bit down on your shoulder, dragging a soft moan from you as his tongue soothed the marks his teeth left. “But watching him touch you? The way I should be? No,” he laughed cruelly, dropping to his knees in front of you. You looked down at him in shock, heart racing at the hunger in his eyes. “I couldn’t let him have you.”

You reached behind you for the railing of the balcony, grasping onto it like it was your lifeline. “Azriel,” you whispered, watching him lift the bottom of your skirts. He kissed your bare ankle, eyes catching yours once more.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Yet the both of you knew you weren’t going to. His lips continued their transgressions up your leg, painfully slow. He was leaving dark marks in his wake, a reminder that he was there. Your hand twisted in his hair when he reached the top of your thigh, leaving one final mark for you to see in the morning. “Az,” you gasped, feeling as though you were going to erupt into flame at any moment. “Please.”

He smiled wickedly at you, tearing your underwear off of you a moment later. You gave a small shriek at the action, eyes wide as you looked at the torn garment. He allowed you no chance to comment, his mouth on you before you even knew what to say.

“Oh,” you moaned, head falling backwards. His tongue swirled around you like you were the most delicious desert he had ever tasted. He sucked onto your clit, ripping a loud cry of his name from you. You were lost in the haze of lust and pleasure, all the years of anger and hate gone as if they never existed.

He continued the sins he was committing with his tongue while his fingers ran up to join. You moaned his name again and again as one pushed inside of you, curling in the exact spot you needed it to. Cool shadows swirled around your burning skin, a sensation so intense you weren’t sure you could handle it. He added a second finger, stretching you pleasurably. “Azriel, I, oh, Az,” you gasped out, unable to form coherent thought. He kept his movements steady as one shadow wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough for you to moan again.

Eris was long gone from your mind.

Azriel continued working you, clearly pleased by the increasing volume and intensity in which you were saying his name. You knew you were close, forcing your orgasm at bay as long as possible. You wanted to live in this moment forever. He touched you like he had studied you for years, like he knew exactly what would make you tick. In his hands you were nothing but clay for him to mold, creating the beautiful sculpture that was this moment. Your body began to shake as he kept steady, thrusting his fingers in and out of you while humming against your clit.

That was all you needed to explode against him.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, your head thrown all the back, mouth open in a silent scream. Stars exploded behind your eyes, the sensation of your orgasm rolling through you. Azriel pushed you through it, prolonging the feeling as long as possible. He didn’t cease his actions until you were gasping for air, his name falling from your lips like a beautiful song. Only then did he slowly pull away from your wrecked body, standing to hold you steady.

One hand came to gently cup your face, thumb running lovingly over your cheek. “How long?” You asked, leaning into his touch.

“Since the first day I met you.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “Then why lie? Why battle me for so long?”

He looked guilty, moving to rest his forehead on yours. “You are his sister. I was scared.” He took a shuddering breath. “It was too risky. You were off limits, you see. He had explicitly told Cassian and I to not even think about it,” he gave a humorless laugh. “Being around you was overwhelming. Everything in me was screaming for you. I had originally decided to just be friends, that I would settle for that.” The arm around your waist tightened. “But even that was too much. I needed you, and the longer I went without you the more i began to lose it.” His eyes turned sad. “I had to push you away.”

You shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “Sometimes I hate my brother,” you whispered, a century long confession on the tip of your tongue. “For it has been the same for me all these years. So long, in fact, I forgot why I started to dislike you in the first place.” With that, you closed the remaining space between you, pressing your lips to his.

A hundred years of lost emotion poured from the both of you, holding on to each other like you may disappear. You kissed Azriel like this was the only chance you had, allowing him to open your mouth with his.

Passion flowed between the two of you, the taste of yourself on his tongue reigniting the fire under your skin. He whispered your name over and over against your lips, like a prayer he had been longing to say. In that moment the two of you were the only ones who existed.

“Well, this is most certainly not what I meant when I said I wanted you to get along.”

Your eyes shot open as you pulled your lips from Azriel’s, looking widely at your rather angry brother. “I, uh, hello, Rhys,” you stuttered, taking a step away from Azriel. Who, in fact, was having none of that, and immediately pulled your lips from back into his arms.

“Rhysand,” he said coolly.

“I would be careful with your tone if I were you, Azriel,” Rhys warned, anger simmering in him. “That is my sister.”

Azriel simply tightened his hold on you, capturing your lips in another kiss. “So she is.” He looked back at your brother. “Yet she is also my mate.”

Mate. Mate?

No.

Surely you didn’t spend a century warring with your fated mate, because your brother was too much of a hard ass to allow you to make your own choices?

No.

It couldn’t be.

And yet, at his declaration, you felt it in your soul. The golden bond tying the two of you together.

You glared at Rhysand.

“Brother, you and I will speak tomorrow.” Azriel leaned his head down to press a kiss against your neck, mumbling “or in a week.” You swatted him away, ignoring the laugh he let out. “But for now, you will go. I do not care where, but you will leave us be. Do you understand?”

Rhys stared at you in disbelief, not used to having someone else boss him around. “Well, I, but,” he spluttered, looking around the balcony as if for someone to save him. “You’re my sister!”

You gave him an exaggerated nod, speaking slowly. “Yes. I am. I am also fully grown and capable of making my own choices. Now, I suggest you leave.” Azriel happily began peppering kisses over your skin again. “Immediately.”

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AHHHHHHH i absolutely LOVED writing this. happy 2025 friends. i hope you enjoyed <3

[fenharel-babe]

I’m sorry but the way Solas, in his letter, says he wanted to stay as Solas with Lavellan just hits me.

In DATV, in my opinion, we see Fen’Harel. We see a GENERAL, someone who knows war, someone who’s using Rook (Mythal literally says it outright, which made me laugh), who is a liar (sprinkling some truths here and there), and is literally using blood magic on Rook. He’s lying and tricking them. We see who he used to be, his skills he kept hidden because they didn’t belong to Solas.

They belonged to Fen’Harel. In my head, Solas is who he was in DAI, mostly. A fade loving nerd who loves to help people and LOVES to answer questions if you ask. I feel like even if someone asked about something other than the Fade, he would do his best to answer because he just loves to see people wanting to know more. It’s why I feel like he’d be such a good dad. Kids are so curious about the world around them, and I believe he would support them, keep them safe and love them while teaching them so much about the real world and the Fade. And I can imagine him, if he ever ran into kids at Skyhold or even helping children slaves or parents, he would be so comforting and good at dealing with them. He’s awkward, since he hasn’t felt love (whether it be companionship or romantic) in so long, but sweet because he knows they’re innocent, curious and he wants to protect that.

I see a nerd that has a little snort when he chuckles, a man that deals with teasing from everyone and pranks from Sera even if they piss him off, and I believe sometimes he would participate in pranking even it it was small. He gets into arguments with Vivienne, yet I believe he would still protect her in the end of things. In my mind anyways. He literally is just a man in DAI who wants someone to understand him, and he’s so awkward when he gets that. He doesn’t know how to react because he hasn’t felt love in so long, and maybe never has. He went through hell when he was dealing with the Evanuris, and his relationship with Mythal was terribly abusive, so I can imagine him not wanting to get close to anyone. Not just because he was lying in DAI, but ALSO BECAUSE OF FEAR. HE WAS AFRAID THEY WOULD TREAT HIM THE SAME AS SHE DID. They wouldn’t see him as a person or someone worthy of getting help. He’s a scared man who wants love, so when he finds it he holds onto it.

I see him as such a good lover as Solas because it’s who he is deep down. He’s caring and doesn’t care about other people’s opinions. In DAI, he cares about Lavellan’s opinion and he wants her to have freedom. Like when you drink from the Well, he’s all upset because now you DONT HAVE FREEDOM. Whether inquisitor or lover, he’s scared. He cares about freedom, people knowing all they can, I feel like he doesn’t like to lie.

I see that as Solas, and it just HITS me when he says in the letter that he wanted to stay as Solas with her. I feel like he would tell her the truth eventually, but mainly keep himself with her. I see DAI Solas as SOLAS. He wanted to stay with her like that. As a nerd who loves her deeply and cares for other people. He didn’t want to be Fen’Harel anymore. Didn’t want to keep lying, hiding himself from others, and ever be a general again.

He wanted to give wisdom, not orders.

He wanted to stay as Solas and love Lavellan with all of him, but his devotion was so deep that he couldn’t. It hits when he says that he wanted to stay like THAT with Lavellan. I KNOW IT’S NOT SUCH A BIG DEAL BUT IT IS TO ME. It just makes me think that he didn’t want to be Fen’Harel ever again. Didn’t want this shit deep down, but he felt like he had to. And I imagine him as leaving clues for Lavellan because he loves her and wants her to stop him deep down. Help him be SOLAS AGAIN. Her Fade nerd that loves people as well and loves to grab ass.

Anyways. I’m overthinking and I love Solas deeply. I can never escape this hole of Solavellan hell and Solavellan heaven.

[missterious-figure]

Little oneshot about Underboss Sun and florist y/n! This takes place after florist y/n has met Sun, but doesn't know he is in the mafia yet.

Sun was walking his usual route to head over downtown where he needed to attend to some "business". Though, he was slightly more upbeat then usual. It wasn't very noticeable in his stoic appearance, but anyone who knew him could tell. There was a certain soft fondness in his eyes. The look he only had when thinking of something he loved or cared about. And of course, it was you. He remembered the first time he had met you, as he was curious when your flowershop had opened a couple weeks ago. He had wandered in to check things out and make sure nothing fishy was going on in there.

He reminisced on how terrified you had been (rightfully so) when he squeezed through the doors and looked around your little shop. You tried you best to smile and talked kindly to him. You had even offered him a potted plant for free. (Which he now took extra good care of). Ever since then, he had decided to stop at your little shop every time he walked downtown. Gradually, you started becoming genuinely friendly with him, and he began to warm up to you. So small and sweet, just trying to brighten up this bad part of town with your little plants. You really had no idea how dangerous this place was. How dangerous he could be...

He shook away his thoughts as he neared your little shop. He could smell the sweet fragrance of the well kept flowers you were selling. He reached the door and gently opened it, before turning sideways, bending down, and going through shoulder first. Soon he got his big bulk inside and let the door closed behind him. He was greeted with the sound of soft sobs. He saw you leaning against the wall behind the register with your face buried in your hands. Not noticing Sun yet, you trembled quietly, another soft sob escaping you.

He quickly approached you and joined you behind the counter. Hearing his foot steps, you looked up from your hands. He gently put his hands on your shoulders and used his massive thumb to clear away the tears from your right eye.

"Doll, what happened?"

As you looked up at him, your little eyes full of tears, Sun noticed that the skin around your left eye was purple and swollen. Definitely from being whacked or punched. It was purposeful and definitely no accident. Thankfully, it didn't look to bad.

"Oh... you poor thing. Got a little banged up... who did this to you?"

You could only sniffle and sob for a moment, but he didn't rush you or hassle to speak. He patiently waited for you to respond.

"A customer... he punched me when I told him I was out of the kind of flower he wanted."

You paused and sniffled again.

"I think he was really drunk... I could smell it on his breath... I-I was so scared..."

You broke into another fit of sobs, fresh tears dampening your eyes again. Sun could feel a boiling rage building up in his chest. His internal fans roared with fury. But he forced himself to keep a calm composure. He gently pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around you. You stuffed you face in his suit and sobbed even more, leaning into him. He tried his best to comfort you.

"There, there. It'll be okay..."

"Do you know the man's name, doll?"

"I think it was John Flink? Or maybe Fint... I hadn't heard him very well..."

Your voice was very muffled as you hadn't taken your face out of Sun's suit, but he instantly knew who it was. John Flint, that scumbag. He was a shady bastard that often gambled at the bar that Don Eclipse went to. Sun had no clue why he of all people had come to your little flowershop. But that didn't matter. This was going to be the last mistake that slimy weasel ever made. How dare he hurt you. How dare that rat touch his precious little doll.

John was going to pay, but all in good time. For now, Sun was had to help you calm down. He stayed there for quite a while, holding you can trying to make you feel safe...

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(I'm not sure what the actual plot of the mafia au will be yet, but I honestly might have a few different versions, changing different perspectives and ideas depending each y/n. Some people suggested having y/n have all of the jobs at the same time, and I really like that idea! But I also like the idea of how each y/n might react or fair with the boys on their own. I do think i want to do both...)

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: During a high-energy race weekend, Y/n, beloved in the paddock for her behind-the-scenes content and a lively interviews, captures the attention of both fans and the Wolff family as Mercedes clinches a 1-2 finish; celebrations unfold and emotions run high.

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

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Chapter 4: A Place to Belong

The hum of engines filled the air as the pre-race buzz intensified on the grid. Y/n, dressed in a chic Mercedes jacket paired with white sneakers, was soaking in the atmosphere, her smile as radiant as the morning sun. She had been a regular face in the paddock for over a year now, capturing behind-the-scenes moments and supporting the Wolff family with her charm and warmth.

On her hip sat little Jack Wolff, his miniature Mercedes cap slightly askew as he clutched his favorite toy race car. He was taking it all in with wide, curious eyes, his other arm wrapped securely around Y/n’s neck.

As Y/n paused to take a quick picture for her social media, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

“Ah, there they are—Y/n L/n and the youngest Wolff himself!”

Turning around, Y/n found herself face-to-face with Martin Brundle, his microphone at the ready and a cheeky grin on his face. Susie, just a few steps behind, waved warmly, clearly heading their way.

“Oh, no,” Y/n laughed, holding up her free hand in mock protest while steadying Jack with the other. “You’ve caught me off guard, Martin!”

“Caught off guard? Never! You look ready for the spotlight,” Martin quipped. “Mind if I steal a moment of your time for a quick chat?”

Y/n hesitated, glancing at Susie, who gave her an encouraging nod before stepping up beside her.

“Why not?” Y/n said finally, adjusting Jack’s cap with a soft smile. “I suppose it’s my turn now.”

Martin’s grin widened. “Perfect! Now, Y/n, you’ve been a bit of a sensation since you joined the Wolff family. Tell me, how did you end up in this whirlwind world of F1?”

Y/n chuckled. “It’s been quite the journey, honestly. I applied for a nanny position, thinking I’d just help out with Jack, and somehow I ended up here—traveling to races, meeting incredible people, and being thrown into the deep end of motorsport. I didn’t expect it, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“And you’ve become a fan favorite, might I add,” Martin continued. “Your behind-the-scenes content has given fans a unique perspective on the Wolffs and life in the paddock. What’s been your favorite moment so far?”

She paused, bouncing Jack slightly as he started fiddling with her jacket zipper. “That’s a tough one. I think it’s the little things, honestly. Watching Jack light up when Lewis or George takes a moment to say hello, or seeing Toto and Susie celebrate a win together—it reminds me that this sport is about people, not just cars and races.”

“Well said,” Martin replied, clearly impressed. “And speaking of inspiring moments, Susie, I can’t let you slip away without a word about F1 Academy. You’ve been championing it passionately—how’s the journey going?”

Susie stepped closer, her confidence radiating. “It’s been incredible, Martin. F1 Academy is about opening doors for young female drivers and showing the world their talent and determination. Today, we’re focusing on visibility—getting people talking, watching, and supporting these amazing athletes. It’s more than a race; it’s a movement, and I’m so proud to be part of it.”

Martin nodded approvingly. “A fantastic initiative. And Y/n, I hear you’ve been doing your part to keep the Wolff household well-fed. Is there a secret to winning over a team principal?”

Y/n laughed, her cheeks flushing as Jack giggled on her hip. “If there is, I haven’t figured it out yet! But I will say, Toto does have a sweet tooth, so I might have bribed him with a few batches of cookies here and there.”

“I think you’ve just revealed Toto’s weakness to the world,” Martin teased, making the crowd around them chuckle.

“Oops,” Y/n joked, pretending to zip her lips.

As the interview wrapped up, Martin leaned in conspiratorially. “Last question—if you had to pick a driver to support on race day, who would it be?”

Y/n smiled slyly. “Now, Martin, you’re not getting me into trouble with that one. I support the team, always.”

“Well dodged,” he said, shaking his head with a laugh. “Y/n L/n and Susie Wolff, everyone—a dynamic duo and paddock favorites. And, of course, let’s not forget Jack!”

Jack grinned and waved his toy car at the camera, earning a round of “aww”s from those nearby.

As Martin moved on to his next target, Y/n exhaled in relief, a playful grin still on her face. From the garage, Toto caught her eye, giving her a small thumbs-up, and Susie leaned in with a wink.

“Not bad for your first grid interview,” Susie whispered.

“Not bad at all,” Y/n murmured, bouncing Jack on her hip.

As Y/n and Susie strolled further down the grid, the energy around them buzzed with excitement. Team members and drivers mingled, cameras flashed, and engines roared to life in the background. Jack wiggled on Y/n’s hip, pointing toward one of the Mercedes cars parked in its slot.

“Look, Y/n! Uncle Lewis’s car!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe.

Y/n smiled at Jack's enthusiasm. “You have a good eye, buddy. Should we go say hi if he’s around?”

Susie chuckled. “I’m sure Lewis won’t mind his biggest fan dropping by for a visit.”

As they approached the garage, Lewis appeared, stepping out from a conversation with his engineers. Dressed in his race suit and sporting his signature sunglasses, he spotted Jack immediately. A broad smile spread across his face as he walked over.

“Jack! My man!” Lewis crouched down to Jack’s level, ruffling his hair gently. “Ready to watch me race today?”

Jack nodded excitedly, holding up his toy car. “I’m gonna race, too, one day! Like you!”

“I believe it,” Lewis replied warmly, giving him a fist bump. He glanced up at Y/n. “And Y/n, you’re holding down the fort, as always.”

“Trying my best,” she teased. “Though this one keeps me on my toes.”

“Sounds familiar,” Toto’s voice interjected, drawing their attention. He approached with his usual commanding presence, though his expression softened as he looked at Y/n and Jack. “Am I interrupting?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“Not at all,” Lewis replied, standing. “But I think Jack’s stealing all the attention on the grid today. Watch out, Toto—he might be gunning for my job next.”

Toto laughed, reaching over to straighten Jack’s cap. “If he wants it, he’ll have to fight you for it. How’s my little troublemaker doing?”

“Good!” Jack said, wriggling to be held by his father. Toto took him with ease, holding him close. Jack leaned into Toto’s shoulder, clearly comfortable.

Y/n stepped back slightly, brushing her hands together as she smiled at the scene. She caught Lewis’s eye, and he gave her a knowing look.

“Cute family moment,” he said under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear.

Y/n’s cheeks flushed, but she quickly brushed it off. “It’s a team effort,” she replied, her voice light.

Before Lewis could respond, George Russell approached, his helmet in hand. “Are we having a family reunion over here?” he joked, nodding at the group.

“Just making sure Jack doesn’t upstage us all,” Y/n quipped, earning a laugh from George.

The conversation continued for a few minutes, with Y/n seamlessly navigating the playful banter between Lewis, George, and Toto. Susie, standing nearby, watched with an amused smile, clearly enjoying the dynamic.

As the drivers were called away for final preparations, Toto turned to Y/n, his expression softening. “Thanks for keeping him entertained. It’s not easy being on the grid with so much going on.”

Y/n shrugged, her smile warm. “He’s a natural. Besides, it’s all part of the job, right? Besides I had practiced by now. i know how this goes.” She smiles over to him.

Toto hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on her. “You do far more than just the job, Y/n. Susie and I both see that.”

Susie stepped up, nodding in agreement. “He’s right. We couldn’t ask for anyone better to be part of this crazy life with us.”

The sincerity in their words caught Y/n off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. “Thank you,” she said softly, her voice almost lost amidst the roar of the engines.

Toto gave her a small, reassuring smile. “Now, let’s find your spot to watch the race. Jack needs to cheer extra loud today.”

As the group made their way to the Mercedes hospitality suite, Y/n couldn’t shake the warmth spreading through her chest.

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The hospitality suite buzzed with energy as Y/n, Susie, and Jack settled in to watch the race. Y/n had her phone out, snapping candid shots of Jack playing with his toy car and the gorgeous view of the circuit below. She posted a photo of Jack pointing to the track with the caption: Our little race strategist in the making.

“Alright, Jack,” Y/n said with a grin. “How about we do one of those TikTok trends while we wait for the lights out?”

Jack’s face lit up, and Susie laughed. “You and your trends, Y/n. What’s on the menu this time?”

“I’m thinking something fun and easy. Maybe the ‘This or That’ filter?” Y/n said, already pulling up the app. She positioned Jack in front of her phone’s camera while Susie leaned in, both of them laughing as Jack tried to mimic the moves Y/n showed him.

“Okay, ready? Smile for the start!” Y/n instructed as the filter began, asking questions like ‘Hot weather or cold weather?’ and ‘Speed or strategy?’. Jack’s exaggerated expressions and Susie’s playful answers made the video a hit even before she posted it.

After recording, Y/n edited a short clip for Instagram, captioning it: Race day fun with the Wolff crew—Jack’s taking his job as chief strategist very seriously!

As the race began, Toto was entirely in his zone. His eyes were glued to the screens, his headset on, giving rapid-fire instructions to the team. The tension in the room rose with every lap, but Y/n, Susie, and Jack stayed relaxed, cheering for Lewis and George as they climbed through the field.

Y/n found herself snapping more photos for her Story: Jack eating a snack while watching the race, Susie’s proud smile as Mercedes pulled ahead, and a shot of the circuit glowing under the bright afternoon sun. The final caption read: Electric vibes today! Let’s go, Mercedes!

The race reached its thrilling conclusion with a spectacular 1-2 finish for Mercedes, Lewis taking the win and George securing second. The room erupted into cheers, and Jack jumped up and down with excitement, his tiny hands clapping wildly.

“Papa’s team did it!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes sparkling as he hugged Y/n.

“They sure did, buddy!” Y/n said, scooping him up as Susie joined in the celebration.

Moments later, Toto stormed into the suite, his usual composed demeanor replaced by pure, unfiltered joy. His grin was wide, his eyes shining as he made a beeline for his family. He embraced Susie tightly before turning to Jack and lifting him high into the air.

“You saw that, didn’t you, my boy?” Toto said, his voice thick with pride. Jack giggled and nodded enthusiastically.

Then Toto’s attention shifted to Y/n. Without hesitation, he pulled her into the hug, wrapping one arm securely around her shoulders. Y/n froze for a second, caught off guard by the closeness. But the warmth and energy of the moment swept her up, and she relaxed, smiling as Toto held all of them together.

When the crowd’s focus shifted elsewhere—toward Lewis and George celebrating on the podium—Toto’s hand lingered on Y/n’s back, sliding slightly lower than appropriate. She stiffened, her heart skipping a beat, unsure if it was accidental or intentional.

It took her a moment to process what was happening. When Toto’s grip tightened slightly, his fingers resting just on the curve of her waist, a wave of heat rushed through her. She glanced up, meeting his gaze. His expression remained calm, though there was an unmistakable flicker of something in his eyes—something Y/n wasn’t sure how to interpret.

Despite the shock, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let herself lean into his embrace, her thoughts racing. The contact felt…nice, comforting even. It wasn’t until Susie called out to Toto, teasing him about hogging the family moment, that he finally released her, his hand returning to a more appropriate position.

As the podium celebration began and champagne sprayed across the stage, Y/n couldn’t help but steal a glance at Toto. He was back to his composed self, congratulating the team with his usual poise. But the lingering touch stayed with her, and she found herself wondering what it meant.

______________________________________________________________

As the celebrations continued into the evening, the Mercedes hospitality area transformed into a hub of elation. Y/n captured the essence of the moment through her phone, snapping candid photos and videos for her Instagram.

One post featured George and Lewis spraying champagne at each other in the garage, the caption reading: This team knows how to win in style. Another showed Jack sitting proudly on Toto’s shoulders, holding a miniature trophy replica while Y/n wrote: Our little champ stole the spotlight!

By the time the post-race buzz began to fade, Susie approached Y/n with a soft smile. “You’ve been amazing today, Y/n. Thank you for keeping Jack entertained—and us, honestly,” she said with a laugh. “Toto and I are heading out with the team to celebrate. Do you mind staying back with Jack?”

“Of course not,” Y/n replied, adjusting Jack’s hat as he clutched her hand. “We’ll have our own little party, won’t we, Jack?”

“Yeah! Pizza and cartoons!” Jack said excitedly, making Y/n laugh.

“Perfect plan,” she agreed. Susie gave her a grateful nod before leaving to join Toto, who was already rounding up the team for drinks.

Back at the suite, Y/n and Jack settled into a cozy routine. After ordering room service, they shared a small pizza, Jack delighting in picking off all the olives while Y/n laughed at his antics. She recorded a short video of him spinning in circles, his arms stretched out as he pretended to be a race car. The caption read: Driver of the day: Jack Wolff!

Once dinner was over, Y/n got Jack into his pajamas, reading him a bedtime story about a brave little boy who dreamed of becoming a race car driver. His eyelids grew heavier with each word, and soon he was fast asleep, snuggled against his favorite stuffed animal.

Y/n quietly tidied up and sat on the balcony for a moment, letting the cool night air wash over her. The city lights sparkled in the distance, and the faint sounds of laughter from the team’s celebration reached her ears. ______________________________________________________________

It was past midnight when the door to the suite opened, and Susie and Toto stumbled in, laughter spilling out into the quiet space. Y/n looked up from the kitchen counter, surprised to see the usually composed duo completely drunk and far more relaxed than she had ever seen them.

“Toto, shh!” Susie whispered—though it was anything but quiet—pressing a finger to his lips while she tried to stifle her giggles. “Jack’s asleep!”

Toto’s grin widened as he stumbled slightly, catching himself against the doorframe. “Right. Quiet. Like ninjas,” he said in a mock-serious tone, which only made Susie laugh harder.

Y/n couldn’t help but chuckle. “Looks like you two had a fun night.”

“It was amazing!” Susie declared, her cheeks flushed as she sauntered over to Y/n, draping an arm around her shoulders with far less reserve than usual. “Everyone’s on top of the world. Y/n, you should’ve been there. We missed you.”

“You’re too kind,” Y/n replied softly, steadying Susie as she leaned into her. “I had my own party here with Jack—pizza, cartoons, and a bedtime story.”

“And you made it all look effortless,” Susie said, her voice dropping into something more intimate, her gaze lingering on Y/n’s face. “You’re incredible. We don’t deserve you.”

“Speak for yourself,” Toto added, his deep voice drawing Y/n’s attention. He stood just behind Susie, his tall frame leaning against the counter, watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. “I knew from the moment we hired you that you were special.”

Y/n’s cheeks burned under the weight of his stare, but before she could respond, Susie turned her fully toward her, both hands gripping Y/n’s arms gently. “We love you, you know that, right?” Susie’s words were slightly slurred, but her sincerity shone through.

Y/n smiled, though her heart pounded in her chest. “I love you guys too.”

Susie’s smile deepened as she stepped closer, her hands sliding down Y/n’s arms. “No, I mean, we really love you,” she murmured, her tone low, her eyes flickering between Y/n’s lips and her own hand, now brushing Y/n’s waist.

Y/n barely had time to process Susie’s words before Toto closed the distance, his towering presence engulfing the space. “She’s not just amazing,” Toto said, his voice lower now, almost a growl. He reached out, his hand brushing the side of Y/n’s neck. “She’s… everything.”

Y/n’s breath hitched as Toto’s thumb lingered against her skin. Susie stepped in closer, her fingers lightly tracing Y/n’s waist, her expression soft yet filled with desire. The air between them was thick, charged with an electricity Y/n had never felt before.

Susie leaned in first, her lips grazing Y/n’s cheek before moving lower toward the corner of her mouth. “You’ve been so good to us,” she whispered. “We want to be good to you too.”

Toto’s hand slid to the small of Y/n’s back, pulling her closer to him. His lips were near her ear as he murmured, “Tell us if this is too much, Y/n. We’ll stop.” ______________________________________________________________ @pand-de-pandora-blog @wonderwolffs @laura-naruto-fan1998 @strangegirl974 @totothewolff @xoscar03 @noooway555 @myescapefromthislife @omgsuperstarg @laur2608 @bisexual-babygirl-mj @cherry-piee @jkdaddy01

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> slow-burn, soulmate au, Hunger Games au paring(s) -> ATEEZ OT8 x FEM!READER warning(s) -> murder, mental health, gore, suicidal thoughts. words -> 2.4k

abstract -> would it be easier to give up? or to live for those expecting me to try ?

Y/N’S PERSPECTIVE 

“So y/n!” I heard my name… and I froze. Me? I… how unlucky of me. It was silent… but all I could listen to was the yells and pleas from the male section… Junghwan, who would take care of him when I die there?

I walked up composed… I tried to be at least. I couldn't hear anything but my brother’s cries. It's been years since District Three has won a victory. It's been so long that four years ago the only female victor from District Three passed. 

Yoon Jeonghan wasn’t a normal District Three citizen. He… was special in their eyes as he was corrupt and capable of horrible things.

Last year’s victor… was a male from District Twelve and the only victor in decades. His name… Kim Hongjoong. He was lethal, they underestimated him so this time eyes would be on the weaker districts and tributes... like me.

I wasn’t strong however, I tinkered around my dad’s old workshop trying to even keep it running for some money. 

I was taken inside and tackled in the tightest hug ever given to me. “Please win… please try!” he pleaded and I felt the tears fall down my face while I hugged him back. 

Everything was overwhelming. 

“You’re the smartest person I know! Hide, make something while you're in there! Nothing! Please just… j-just live” he pleaded with tears running down his face and his grip tightened on my shoulders.

“Times up” I heard and I felt my brother's body shake and tighten around me as he refused to let me go. 

“Hey, Junghwan?” I said and he reluctantly stood up on his own. 

“Don’t… watch the games this year okay?”

I didn’t think I would win, I lost all hope the minute I heard my name and saw everyone’s attention on me. The male tribute was fifteen… he had a life ahead of him, and yet he was frail. In comparison, I was healthy for my age… What was I going to do?

How did I want to die? By their hands? Their twisted take on nature? Or even… my own?

“Excuse your mentor he’s… he’s harsh he hasn't had a victory ever nor even seen the potential in… years” Our escort smiled… Yuqi. She was sweet and kind, she reminded me of a mother’s love. Especially in contrast to Jeonghan's brash and blunt words. Our lives were doomed… and all I could think about was everything that would happen to my brother… I'm sorry, Junghwan. 

I couldn’t even bother indulging in the foods that the Capital got to enjoy. Instead, I was bitter… This was entertainment for them. I couldn’t even sleep… Instead, I decided instead of wallowing in self-pity, I'll try to set an example for my brother. I don’t want him to get the news about his older sister… died like a coward. 

The kids at school would bully him worse than they already did… and he’d be reminded constantly about how pathetic his sister would be. If she died on the first night… if she died at all. 

I began to watch the games… I watched so many until I got to last year.

“Kim Hongjoong… he was a devil in disguise last year” I heard and I saw my mentor behind me… I didn’t even hear him come in. He was… a weird victor for District Three. We weren’t known for anything like violence… but he waited out all of his competitors and killed them in their sleep. He was nocturnal… but he was also extremely smart. Even lied to the capatalites saying he was an insomniac… just to poison the lake with sleeping pills.

Yoon Jeonghan. The man with a soft persona, angelic features, and a siren-like voice. Career killer… Siren of the Capital. 

“Why are you looking at the games?” he asked and I couldn’t answer. He sighed tired of waiting for a response when he spoke again. “Your brother… His screams were deafening yesterday… What's his name?” he asked and I smiled softly. “Junghwan,” I said and he didn’t say anything, instead analyzed me. 

“Do you want to win for him?” he asked and I sighed. “I want to try but at the same time I know… this year the Careers have a lot of volunteers because of last year’s games… they won’t make the same mistake as last year in underestimating anyone,” I said and he nodded. 

“Are you good at anything?” he asked and I shook my head. “I-I've never held a weapon before…” I said and he scoffed and glared at me. “Clearly. How about this... are you smart?” he said, scoffing as if it was obvious that he was asking that from the beginning. 

“I would like to think so?” I asked and he glared. “What makes you think you can win? You’d have to be an idiot–” “I know. I’m a fool for even having a small amount of hope that I can make it back home to Junghwan. But I have to at least try! I can’t let my brother think I'm dying without trying, not when he begged me to win, when he screamed for someone else to volunteer” I muttered. 

“So y/n and Junghwan right?” he asked and I was shocked he knew of me. “Your family used to be renowned in the Capital, you know? Your dad was a genius… but he died alongside his wife to the peacekeepers leaving their twelve-year-old daughter and nine-year-old son orphans” he said and I couldn’t face him while he said that. 

“Surely your dad taught you something?” he asked and I sighed. 

“He used to say if I ever got picked… to try my best to guess what the arena will be. To focus on survival and use my survival skills to kill others" I said and he smirked. 

“Atta girl… so, what survival skills do you know?”

I didn’t sleep at all… I stayed up all night with Jeonghan talking about survival. It was mainly me talking and we watched and analyzed the last twenty years of games. Which had a pattern…

We narrowed it down… this year is in favor of District Four and it should have a mostly water arena. Meaning I had to learn fishing, rope tying, and test my limit underwater. Against District Four I'd die to the male tribute no doubt. Their female tribute unfortunately was thirteen so… as bad as I had to say it, she wasn’t a threat. 

Their male tribute… seventeen, a volunteer. So he was confident in his abilities.  Analyze my opponents… do my best to go against them and act weak… because even though they’ll be skeptical visually I look like no threat compared to him.  

“Wake up!” I heard and I felt my body jump up seeing my escort glaring at me with my mentor chuckling. “Seriously! Did you get any sleep?! It's important to get–'' I didn’t want to listen to her talk nonsense about beauty… it wasn’t going to help–

“She's the right kid, sometimes… beauty is everything in the arena,” Jeonghan said and I was confused. “Unlucky for you, you’re being assigned a newbie stylist but it's okay. I can work with you to help you out” he said and I was shocked at how much attention he put on me… my partnered tribute looked hopeless, and didn’t even try to get Jeonghan’s attention. While he seemed to put his bets on me. 

I was taken to get waxed, scrubbed, and exposed. 

While I was now sitting down waiting for my stylist. “Hello! I’m Park Seonghwa, your stylist” he said and I nodded as we shook hands. I don’t know why I felt like… I was drawn to him and I was more confused when he gave me a sad smile. 

“When I saw you, I had to request your dress,” he said and I was confused. What? “What’s your soulmate system love?” he asked and I sighed… “Red string of…” 

Soulmates were a strange phenomenon… but there were rules. So many rules, like using certain soulmate systems inside the arena meant automatic death.

“You can see a string connecting us then?” he asked… but why was another string leading in different directions? “I have dreams of our soulmates,” he said… “Soulmates?” I asked and he nodded. “Though… I can’t seem to ever see their faces. Until you… last night I had a dream of you. Most likely because I saw your picture when they were having us choose who we wanted to style this year. Because I'm new I was one of the last to choose… but I gotta have you, at least for a little” he said and I felt tears pool my eyes. 

“Don’t cry… I'll help you, I have friends who like watching the games. They can help sponsor–” I couldn’t stop the tears… first my brother… now my soulmate– soulmates?!

“I’ll let you take everything in, just trust me, my love”

I was dressed up in a white dress with luminescent accents like Seonghwa described. It made the dress shine… he said it was to portray light. He did my hair and everything… I looked like a different person.

“Well well well… looks like the newbie did you some justice. Though he made you look… too pretty” I heard Jeonghan say. He seemed worried… Seonghwa also glared. 

“Okay, kid…. You're going to sell it out there, act shy, cute, whatever you think your charm is. We need you to have sponsors–" "Is Jeonghan taking this year seriously for once?” I heard and I saw another stylist. 

“Hello, Mr. Hong,” Seonghwa said bowing… “Joshua, we’re gonna have a chat later. Tell Seungkwan I need a favor” he said and he nodded. 

“Let's get you up on the carriage,” Jeonghan said as he grabbed my hand and helped me out… I looked behind Seonghwa and he gave me a nervous smile. 

“Can I ask something?” I said and he looked at me waiting… “Why are you helping me so much? There hasn’t been–" "You’ll be the first victor from five for the last few years…  I've never seen someone tell me they want to guess an arena before. Besides… knowing who your dad was, you have a good chance to survive. I haven’t had a tribute in a while who didn’t… accept their fate so soon or athletes had such a selfless reason to live” he said and I saw it… 

He was desperate. 

“I see myself in you… the difference is you are going to use the arena as your weapon. You reminded me of me when I first got called up as tribute” he added. “Besides… I'm sick of seeing tributes die. I thought you accepted it when I saw you. Frozen and dull, so prove me wrong” he said and I nodded before having a sudden thought…

“H-have… you ever met your soulmates–” “No. And neither have you. I don’t care what you think, you haven’t met your soulmate, got it” he muttered almost telling me… we can’t talk about this. 

I went on the carriage waiting for the tribute music… when it finally happened. 

The horse was scary… I've never been on one and suddenly feathers from the dress started falling… almost like it was on purpose. Who knew I'd have a theatrical soulmate…

I tried to wave… but I was scared…

“act shy, cute, whatever you think your charm is”

He said something about that while I stayed up… victor had personas that helped them. And so I did… I smiled at the camera instead of the meek and scared persona many would give. I waved at the crowd… I tried my best to look appealing to them. 

When it was finally over Jeonghan helped me and my tribute partner down and we made our way to the elevator. We went to floor five where… was a luxury that I had never imagined. 

“Oh, there you two are! You two were cute out there… especially this dress y/n! You looked like a bird or even an angel with how the dress shined!” Yuqi said complimenting us both. Jeonghan laughed before putting a hand on my shoulder and looked at me with a serious look… 

“Now the hard part… training”

SEONGHWA’S PERSPECTIVE

From the moment I saw her on the TV screen I recognized her from my dream… but I also recognized the infamous Kim Hongjoong. A man who could care less about what others from the capital were. Born in District Twelve and suffering through poverty he survived last year through acting weak. A wolf in sheep's clothing… but also lucky because last year was a snowy tundra biome they implemented. I hope she gets lucky. 

Something that she could survive through. I also had a selfish hope that she wouldn’t push me away like he did. Cast me aside like he was disgusted by me. 

I always thought… my soulmates would be happy to meet me. We were made for one another after all.

Was it because I was from the capital that they thought differently?

Even if she did push me away… I wasn’t going to let her go. I was her stylist… something I wasn’t for Hongjoong last year which means I can only wait and hope she’d win so I can be by her side for the year.

She will survive… I know she will. I was selfish and hoping that she would. How cruel would that be… for fate to let me meet my soulmate only to take her away?

“You’re the District Three girl’s stylist right?” I heard and I saw Mr. Hong. I nodded and he sighed as he looked at me with worry and stress. 

“What do you have planned for her interview?”

Y/N’S PERSPECTIVE 

Training… I was studying the plants that lived in humid biomes. I was betting all in that the arena was beach or water-themed. 

I also tried my best to learn fish tackles… something I was pathetic at.

“You’re doing that wrong” I heard and I saw the girl from district four. “Oh… it’s my first time” I said and she smiled shyly. She took it over and fixed it. She was… skillful in it.

“Do… you want to be allies?” She asked and I didn’t trust her. She was from a career district— “they didn’t let me in their clique since I… since I don’t have any chance of surviving” she said.

I was shocked that someone from a popular district would say that. “Please? I just don’t want to die a painful death, I want to try to survive… my family will be watching” she pleaded and I reluctantly nodded.

“Don’t trust allies” Jeonghan offered… stating that they could betray you at any moment. Finding an ally you can trust was rare.

“Sure, let’s be allies” 

I said but I couldn’t mean it. I need to go back to District 3 and back to my brother. 

I had to be willing to do anything to survive.

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[milliesfishes]

Millie hope you are well! Had a request idea! Was thinking about the idea of sweet innocent reader still being so protective of Billy. (And he’s even more protective of her obviously!) and maybe! maybe! when they are going to bed one night she’s like “don’t worry I won’t let anything get to you they’d have to go through me first” and he’s just like 🥹 cause she couldn’t hurt a fly but it’s the sentiment

this is short but :) needed some feel-good

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou're protective over billy౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

Billy always shifted into a different mindset whenever you were with him.

You were his sweetheart, the one thing truly worth having in this world, and therefore he was always on alert when you were in public with him. Besides wanting to protect you, he was well aware of what being seen with him could mean. There were folks out there who wouldn't stop and think about what a kind, lovely girl you were. All they saw was your connection to him.

He was subtle about it, or he tried to be. Always scanning the perimeter, making sure no threats were looming on the horizon. Anyone who decided it'd be a good idea to threaten his girl was a dead man on sight. You were blissfully unaware as far as he knew, always chattering happily with your hand slipped into the crook of his elbow.

One look into your eyes, one touch, one call of his name and he'd melt, all his attention on you. Billy swore you made him better just by being near him. So in return, he saved only for you all the softest parts of himself.

The gentlest kisses. The softest touches. You got everything the world didn't. Billy was very careful with you, terrified that he would make a wrong move and you would slip between his fingers and he'd be left to dream. But everything he did only seemed to draw you closer.

"That was my first kiss," you confessed softly after the first time he'd touched his lips to yours. Billy's heart swelled a little at your admittance, and he cupped your cheeks, kissing your forehead. It was at that moment that he knew what a treasure you were, and how safe he'd keep you. The fact that you'd trusted him with a first meant more to him than he could ever say.

He eased you into everything slowly, making sure you were comfortable, double checking with each move. Billy could see the difference between you before and after and it only made him want to protect you more.

You were different when you were taken care of. Your smile was brighter, your demeanor more relaxed. You seemed happy, and Billy was determined to keep it that way. His sweet girl deserved it. The best, because you were the best.

He began bringing you along for nearly everything except work, sitting you in front of him on his horse and riding around the surrounding area, to run errands. You would lean happily against his chest, playing with his hand on your waist, accepting the kisses he pressed to your head with a sweet smile.

There was no doubt in his mind about loving you. How could he ever do any different. Eventually he found a little cabin secluded enough to settle into, and you were a frequent visitor there. Billy had discovered that his favorite thing in the world was holding you while you slept, and he wanted to do it as much as possible.

It was the fact that you were even able to sleep around him. That your body allowed itself to be unconscious, that you felt safe enough to do so. Billy would bundle you in blankets and kiss your nose, holding you close until your eyes grew sleepy. He swore he couldn't go even a week without it.

"C'mere," Billy murmured one night, slipping into bed and reaching for you. Once you settled into his chest, he pulled a blanket over your back, kissing your forehead. "There we go. All comfy now."

"Billy?" You murmured it half into his chest.

He looked down, rubbing your back gently. "You okay, baby?"

"Mhm." You sat up a little, elbow on his chest. He smiled slightly, looking up at you, hand still stroking up your lower back.

"I'm gonna look out for you," you murmured, nuzzling into him. "People are so mean to you Billy."

"That's okay, angel," he said quietly, holding his lips to your hair. "It's okay."

"Uh uh." You shook your head, resting your chin on your arm. "They have to go through me, Billy. Nobody can be mean to you."

That brought a smile to his face, imagining his sweetheart telling someone off for badmouthing him. But he didn't laugh, only leaned down to kiss you gently. "Thank you, baby. That's very good of ya."

"You're welcome," you said proudly, snuggling close with your head on his shoulder. Billy let himself smile wider once your eyes were closed, and he hid it in your hair anyways.

He truly didn't know what he would do without you.

[oldsoul007]

patience

javier peña x reader

summary: javier, your coworker is always trying to take you out but you know his reputation

disclaimer: blood, kissing, reader is referred to as baby by javier

Javier Peña had a reputation—a reputation that preceded him wherever he went. He was the charming, confident DEA agent who could sweet-talk anyone and make them believe he was their best friend, their confidant, or even their lover. In a world dominated by drug cartels, violence, and danger, Javier’s heart was the one thing he never gave away freely. He was a playboy, but there was something about you that made him want to break his own rules.

Y/n was the exact opposite of the women Javier usually went after. She wasn’t impressed by his flirtations or the dangerous life he led. A brilliant agent in her own right, y/n worked alongside Javier in the fight against the Colombian cartels. She was tough, focused, and knew exactly how to handle herself in a crisis.

But Javier wasn’t going to let a little thing like that stop him. Day after day, he tried his best to get under her skin, to make her smile, to win her over.

“Y/n,” he said one afternoon, leaning against the desk where I was sifting through paperwork. “You and I, we should get dinner tonight. There’s a place downtown. I hear the wine’s smooth.”

I didn’t look up from my papers. “I don’t have time for dinner, Peña. We have a case to solve.”

Javier smirked, knowing he’d heard this answer before. “You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby. I thought we were friends.”

My eyes finally met his, but there was no softness in them. “We are friends, Javier. But I’m not going to let you distract me from what’s important. And what did I tell you about calling me that.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Distract you? I’m just offering a little fun. You work too hard, y/n.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I replied, the faintest of smiles tugging at my lips.

Javier leaned in closer, his voice dropping. “You deserve more than just work, y/n. You deserve someone who can show you the good things in life. Don’t tell me you’re not curious about what we could have.”

I stood up then, taking a deep breath. “I’m curious, Javier. But I’m not interested. Not like that.”

He watched me walk away, his heart skipping a beat. He wasn’t used to hearing “no.” But he’d never been one to give up either.

Javier was doing his usual thing—teasing, pushing me with his flirtatious remarks, “Come on, baby, stop pretending you’re not into the idea of going out with me. I know you want to.”

I rolled my eyes, but there was that playful spark in my gaze. “Yeah, right. As if you’re actually someone I’d be interested in.” I crossed my arms, keeping him at a distance, but it was clear I was enjoying the banter.

He chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. “Come on, stop playing hard to get. Everyone knows you like the chase.”

I raised an eyebrow, a sly smile curling on my lips. But then, without warning, I stepped forward, closing the space between us so quickly that he barely had time to react. For a second, it felt like I was going to kiss him. My breath was warm against his skin, my eyes locked on his, the tension thick in the air.

Javier’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse racing. Was this it? Was she finally giving in?

Instead, my lips barely brushed the air near his, my voice soft but teasing, “You really think you’ve got me all figured out, don’t you?” I leaned in even closer, just enough to make him feel like he was on the edge of something, but then pulled back, my smirk widening as I watched him swallow hard.

“I’ll keep you guessing, Javi,” I said, my tone light but with a challenge in my eyes. “If you want me, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

And with that, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, frozen, trying to shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—I was actually playing him.

Over the next few weeks, our banter became almost routine. Javier would flirt, I would dismiss him, and the cycle would continue. But there was something more between us—something unspoken.

Late one evening, we found ourselves working late at the office, going through surveillance footage from a drug bust. The dim lights and the quiet hum of the air conditioning created an intimate atmosphere. As the hours passed, we grew more comfortable with each other, the usual tension between them fading into something else—something softer, more honest.

“Do you ever get tired of this?” I asked suddenly, my eyes still glued to the screen. “The constant chase. The risk. The lives we’ve lost.”

Javier paused, his gaze drifting to me. He had been asked similar questions before, but something in the way I phrased it made him think harder. “Every day,” he admitted. “But we do what we have to do. The world doesn’t stop for anyone.”

I nodded slowly, my fingers tapping nervously on the desk. “I get it. But sometimes, I wish I could just walk away from it all. Find something… simpler.”

Javier took a step closer, sensing the vulnerability in my words. “And what would that be, y/n? A life without all this chaos?”

I hesitated, my eyes meeting his. For the briefest moment, the air between us felt charged, the chemistry undeniable. I wanted to say something—anything—that might acknowledge the tension, but I held back. I always held back.

But then, Javier’s voice softened. “I think I could show you something better than this life, if you let me.”

For the first time, I didn’t respond with my usual coldness. I met his gaze, my heart beating just a little faster than normal. “Javier, don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Baby, I never break my promises.”

Days turned into weeks, and the tension between them only grew. Javier still pursued me relentlessly, but it wasn’t just about winning anymore. Somewhere along the way, he had begun to care for her, to want her in a way he hadn’t expected. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something about y/n that made him want to be better.

And then, one night, everything changed.

We were in the middle of a raid, tracking a cartel boss. The operation had gone south, and gunfire erupted from all directions. In the chaos, Javier and me found ourselves separated from the rest of us team. Javier pushed me behind cover, taking the brunt of the bullets as he shielded me.

“Stay down, y/n!” he shouted, his voice barely audible over the roar of gunfire. “I’ll cover you!”

But as he turned to return fire, a sharp pain exploded in his side. He staggered but didn’t fall, his hand gripping his bulletproof vest where the impact had struck.

My heart skipped a beat. “Javier!” I screamed, rushing to his side. I saw the blood trickling down the side of his shirt, but I didn’t care about the details. I only cared about the man in front of me.

“I’m fine, fuck that hurts.” he said with a weak grin, his hand on my arm as he steadied himself. “It’s just the vest. I’m good.”

But I wasn’t convinced. The sight of him hurt, the fear of losing him—she couldn’t breathe.

“You idiot,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

Javier reached up, cupping my face with his bloodied hand. “You’re breaking my heart, baby,” he said with a faint chuckle. “But it’s worth it. Every damn minute of it.”

I didn’t say anything. Instead, I kissed him—softly, quickly, as if I were afraid the moment would slip away. But it wasn’t the kiss of a colleague or even a friend. It was the kiss of someone who had been holding back for too long, someone who had finally realized that we couldn’t keep saying no.

When we broke apart, Javier looked at me with surprise and something more—something that made his heart race. “You just kissed me,” he whispered.

My face flushed, but I smiled. “Maybe I did.”

“About time,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “Took you long enough.”

I chuckled, my voice thick with emotion. “I was just waiting for the right moment.”

Javier grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Well, baby, I’m not going anywhere. The right moment is now.”

In the weeks that followed, our relationship blossomed. We worked together, fought together, and when the dust settled, we found comfort in each other’s arms. No longer was it about the chase or the game. It was real, and it was ours.

Javier had always been the playboy, the heartbreaker, the one who never stayed for long. But for me, he was everything I had been waiting for. And when he said, “You’re breaking my heart, baby,” I realized, maybe, just maybe, I was breaking his too.

But this time, neither of us was going anywhere.

[whinyangel]

inspired by this lovely piece: go read it NOW also this isn’t proof read soo…ignore the mistakes pls

felon!jj who instead of calling when he gets out of jail he sneaks through your window

it all came as a shock to you. him getting out earlier than you expected, to him now standing beside your bed grinning from ear to ear.

“h-how did you find me.” your eyes trailed up his long frame. he looked so much bigger in person than he did in the pictures. jj ignores your question and scans your room as if he’s taking it all in: the walls, the bed sheets, the paint slightly peeling, the nightlight, and the air seeping in from the crack of your door.

“I see you kept my photos and my letters.” he smirked to himself as he reached over to grab it off of your nightstand. he read over them, almost laughing, at what he wrote. “you haven’t forgot about what I told you, right?” your eyes lit up. you knew exactly what he was referring to. your mind raced as you remembered every little thing you said you wanted him to do to you and vice versa. it scared you shitless.

he moved closer, slowly moving the covers and lifting up your pajamas to reveal your smooth skin and your plump tummy and thighs. his brows furrowed, as if he was concentrating, but a sad—desperate if you will—expression covered his face. he traced his finger tips under the hook of your shorts. “oh angel. i’m so sorry to do this to you.”

he felt so bad to be fucking a young thing like you. the frilly bedsheets and matching pajamas with cute cotton underwear—that was far from sexy— made him realize how much of a “kid” you still were. “just relax baby. i promise I’ll be done soon. stay quiet for me. can you do that?” you tried to scream but his large hand was covering your whole face. you sobbed and kicked into the mattress, begging him for at least a break. “f-fuck sugar. i didn’t want to do this but the photos you were sending me had me thinking about this all the time. you shouldn’t talk to complete strangers let alone someone who’s in jail.” you knew the decision was stupid. you hardly knew him but something excited you and that was very evident from the huge puddle your pussy was leaving. you could kick and cry and scream for him to let you go but you knew you wanted this. jj could feel that you wanted this and that was enough for him to keep going until he came.

“whew. goddamn i needed that.” he says as he rolls off of you, reaching for his pants and the rest of his clothing. “you alright there.” he looked back at your body, sprawled out against the sheets. beads of sweet dropped down your back and your thighs. your sensitive clit pulsated against the sheets while your pussy clenched around nothing. “you need anything else, you call me, alright sweets?”

@starfxkrinc

[gallusgalluss]

please unleash your inspekta thoughts

your art is amazing i cant stop looking at it

i hope you have a happy new year!!

happy new year anon n thank you :]!!!!

also ur so evil ur letting me unleash my Inspekta thoughts,,,,how cruel how cruel

im going full yapper mode + there's spoilers so Watch Out

I like Inspekta, he's a little freak and a really interesting character to think about. While, for me, the twist with him wasn't totally a surprise (I did Not trust his cuteness the second i saw him lmao), I REALLY liked the way his character progressed throughout the game. He's your buddy! He's your pal! Don't worry about all these posters and weird plushies and standees and propaganda of him everywhere and how he keeps being called “the one and only god”, it's Fine it's Fine! He's sillay :D!!!

I'm generally just obsessed with characters who are put into leadership positions who absolutely Should Not have that amount of power over people, and I think Inspekta's a perfect example of that type of thing for me.

He had his own fears, loneliness, and jealousy cloud his judgment and that resulted in some Really Fucked Up Stuff. As a mortal he wanted to be special in the eyes of the public, so he gained enough popularity to get elected to be a god! Yay! But now he's scared of being forgotten and there's a new possible god being elected, wuh oh! Time to ruin Literally Everything because what's the easiest way to be remembered, worshiped, and loved by all if there's no more competition for your rule? Empty heavens, baby!!! Let's bring in an apocalypse!!! Yay!!!!!

Bro's fucked up and I like that.

I love how despite it all he still tries this whole Cute Buddy Friend act, even at the end with this Worm Form. Cause he KNOWS the other gods would trust and believe him and the lies he's spread about King's shocking letters, cause why wouldn't they? He's just a silly lil cutie pie! They all trust him! He's the God of Leadership! How could a Leader lead others astray? And he knows the Bizzyboys will follow him as well since he's been leading them pre-godhood for several years. He's a role model to them all, starting from nothing and now he's a god! He's just so trustworthy and sweet and will totally save the day!

Also I just wanted to include this somewhere. I really like this section (after Chapter 3, I think???)

He has this brief moment of vulnerability/sincerity/something that made him drop his “Cutesy Voice”. Like aside from this scene, near the end of chapter 5, and i Think a few parts i'm 100% forgetting, I don't think we actually see this more contemplative n genuine side of Inspekta.

He does instantly goes into gloating about himself and how he's Clearly the MOST IMPORTANT GOD OF ALL (before correcting himself to include the other gods, of course, of course).

Like if he didn't have that Ego-the-size-of-the-galaxy + Saddest Scaredest Loneliest Most Jealous Withdrawn Loser combo, all he had to do was to just Talk To People. He could've Talked to people about his Fears and Insecurities. Even the other gods; after all he's done, were still there for him! Like “Hey dude this is fucked up, we all already love you dummy, you can talk to us ya know you're allowed to feel scared!”

He's just the cutest most moe creature with soooo many issues and problems he needed to figure out.

NOW WITH HECTOR

Most of my Inspekta Thoughts can just be applied to him but slightly modified. I think it's interesting how he chose to go back to being a regular person, it makes sense cause he's like Aware of the amount of damage he's done/could've done. While he certainly won't be forgotten after Everything he's done, he isn't going to be as Grand and Powerful as he wished to be.

He's just a guy in his 50s who's trying to get over his God Complex of 33 years and also attempt to gain back the trust and respect of the Grove’s people. He's definitely going to be bearing the weight of what he's done for the rest of his life probably, but it IS interesting thinking about what he'd do to actually improve himself now, learn how to be a person again n such.

He’s also a sad miserable booboo beast of a man and i think him suffering in anguish is awesome!!!!!!! yay!!!!

This turned into more a character analysis of some sorts instead of solely my own personal thoughts, whoops. Anyways i think his designs, all 3 of em are really fun to draw. He's cute n stretchy and marketable, as all gods should be.

so ya basically inspekta/hector sucks, i hate him, and we should kill him with hammers. now. thank you 💖💖💖

[swifty-fox]

little beasts boys being normal in p6

“Two strange men fightin’ to the death over me today,” John recites, “I think it’s about any sort of thing you really fuckin’ want, and can’t – or shouldn’t – have. Seduction of need, or something like that.” 

The priest goes rigid, a muscle in his jaw feathering wildly. The side profile of him cuts an elegant view, narrow waist and lean shoulders and a face angular and soft in all the places it needed to be. His skin was pale, regardless of season. Too much time spent indoors, bent over his books and his pews, and over John’s desk, but it shows off the scattering of beauty marks that John had tongued over again and again. Fingers rasping over the tops, Gale flicks through the albums until he stops at a Grateful Dead album. He brushes over the painted rose, flips it to read the discography on the back.

“It wasn’t a come on, Gale,” John says, and then wobbles his head in self-correction, “mostly. I’m not just talking about sex.” 

His mouth feels a bit runaway from him at the moment, a horse given too much rein. He reels himself back in, just a bit. Shuts his mouth on any more words and taps a nervous rythm against the worn wood of the shelves, watching Gale slip the Dead record back into its home. He smells like incense, and vanilla aftershave. The real stuff, not the fake cloying sweet vanilla. Something a little rich and woody. 

“So then what is it you want?” Gale asks quietly. 

The air around them is suddenly thick, hard to breathe like it was laden with steam, or smoke. John has to inhale deep, exhale with intent. Watch the dustmotes dance around Gale’s hair like they understood their luck at being so close. Drink in the faint flex of his shoulderblades as he breathes, a gentle shifting of muscle against the stiff fabric of his shirt. What was it that John wanted? A list full of things, crammed to the margins with numbered desires; handwriting cramped to save as much space as possible. Things material and incorporeal, both achievable and little more than pipe dreams. Everything fom the most basic of simplicities up to problems so complex it hurt his head to think about. Things he was willing to admit to himself, and things he refused to admit he knew; because as soon as he did he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it from invading his every waking moment. 

“Right now?” John asks, “Right now, I want to take you into the backroom and make you come down my throat.”

[tubbytarchia]

apologies if you've already expressed them before, but any thoughts about mounders from secret life? (including joel ofc)

Love them. so dearly. Pearl being surrounded by people who support her and don't treat her like a ticking time bomb who's gonna morph into that DL image of an ostracized witch again any second and be a burden (coughs.) is exactly what she needs. BigB in Limited Life was similarly good to her but aughhh Mounders were really sweet

Arguably the most notable aspect of the Mounders is Pearl's desire for Bdubs to secure a win. She expresses wanting one of them to win and outlive her on multiple occasions, but Bdubs is the one she singles out, not unlike Impulse in WL, except she clinged to Impulse as the one member of her team that didn't make quips and remarks about her being untrustworthy but didn't show any genuine connection or desire for one otherwise (reflected in how she tended to not spend a lot of time with him one-on-one and that of those times the subject matter most often circled back around to him hopefully winning, always framed like a secondary goal for Pearl aside from the one she was trying to achieve with Gem), in the end clinging less to Impulse than she clung to the idea of someone winning as per her wish and help. With the Mounders and especially Bdubs, it was much more based in connection and less so in Pearl seeking direction - something to achieve that she could feel good about. She cared about Bdubs and Bdubs greatly cared about her too (There's this one scene where he goes "Your cloak is turning red, Pearl, careful..." in a very concerned dad way and it makes me feel things), and he did want to win for her sake although he was clearly uncertain and dancing around the idea on at least one occasion. It's genuinely very heartwarming to see him want to do well because Pearl believed in him, helped by the continuously enforced (and not surface-level) trust between them

Which, of course, applies to the rest of the Mounders too. I never and I mean never stop thinking about that scene where Pearl is ready to flee from Joel for his ability to guess her very obvious task, only for him to intentionally guess it incorrectly and Bdubs following suit. Earlier in that session too, Scott told both Joel and Bdubs what pearl's task is so they could guess it, which Joel vaguely brushed off but Bdubs was vocal about not betraying Pearl. Likewise Pearl doesn't snitch on Joel when she clearly knows his task to backseat game her. Mumbo... did try to hurt/kill them for his red tasks so. lol. But he's a sweetie. There were still cute moments where he was looking out for the others even if he became kind of a desperate wet bag on his red life. Mounder for life.

Joel and Bdubs also are very cute just between them two. Bdubs accidentally made Joel succeed Grian's task once and I think he keeps trying to make up for it because later he's just snitching to Joel nonstop about all the intel he has so that Joel could try and guess people's tasks. Except for Etho's of course. Something about Joel digging underground calling Bdubs his favorite snitch as he yaps away above ground. He also praises Joel whilst he's digging as if it's his task to do so. And also at the start of one session, Joel is low on hearts and Bdubs is persuaded to give him his, saying "you deserve it". Then he lies to Etho that Joel was so intimidating and scary and forced him. Then he lies to Impulse that Joel was pathetic and begging for it.??? Something wrong about him. That guy is hashtag not normal about Joel. The way they went out was really saddening (and maddening) to me but it was one final cute moment if even a very bittersweet one when Joel accidentally shot Bdubs, Bdubs tells himself to eat his golden apple, which reminds Joel to eat his right before Bdubs dies, followed by Joel. Scott taunting Joel about killing Bdubs makes me go GRGGGGRAHHHHHHH and of course Scott would do anything to fuck with Joel GGRAAHHHHHHHGGGG sorry. And it makes sense, they were teammates, but still important to me that Joel cares that much to begin with, especially in the context of being within his first stable allyship outside of his soulbind in DL

Joel in general being in a proper alliance was really nice to see. Like idk when I was first watching SL I lowkey expected him to be missing from the question ritual at least once but no <3 he was always there <3 The questions they did for each session in general was so cute. It's so much like, following the text-book example on how to bond, and then they all flee as soon as they get their questions for the first several sessions with very vague confirmation that they can turn to one another as needed. But they did bond!! Even Bdubs with how god awful abnormal he is about Etho, which I already went into depths about but it's so important to me. Genuinely such an awesome dynamic... Also I love that when Joel had to make a cult, he kept just recruiting the Mounders into it even after finishing that task

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Bit Slow

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Jan 2025 Week 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

ThamePo (Fri YT) ep 4 of 12 - Okay, that bit where Jun tells Po not to “get carried away” did you notice Jun's particle use? He went informal/intimate with an elder AND he also went slightly queer coded - illustrating he knows Po is gay. Interesting, slightly rude, and confrontational choice. I like Jun less because of it.

Frankly speaking, I'd rather a rap battle than sing-off but I still fast forwarded the rap (I muted the singing). Not sorry.

The bit where the 2 of them are talking for hours was the most realistic portrayal of a budding romantic relationship I’ve ever seen in a BL. Virginia Woolf was an interesting choice.

Your Sky AKA How to Train Your Seme (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - Fah is so sweet. He’s terrible at talking but he’s always trying to communicate with Rak anyway. I love that for them, and us. Rak's confession to his friends scene was so adorable. I love this friendship group a lot. Thomas’s English is v good, also I kinda love his parents. Still the mains were apart for most of this ep so it fell in the standings.

Sangmin Dinneaw (Sun iQIYI) ep 1 of 10 - Oh my goodness aren’t these 2 pretty? What a fun little show. I am enjoying it so far. I really like that Sangmin is actually bilingual. Or at least has the appearance of being so. This feels a lot stronger to start than any of the other co-country BLs I've seen.

Fourever You (Thurs YT) ep 14 of 16 - They cute. I remain a little concerned that North is so easygoing that he got railed into this relationship (literally and figuratively). His body language indicates he’s not super into Johan, so with these 2 I’m often thinking about peer pressure.

North didn’t keep that gear for very long, did he? I would’ve loved it if the twist was just that North was secretly a genius. He aced all of his tests, and was lazy because he wasn’t being challenged.

Gamer side couple are bothering me, now that there’s catfishing involved. 

Caged Again (Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - Why am I now thinking of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and the child catcher with these bad guys?

Again I found myself largely bored. I’m beginning to think this show could’ve been cut down by at least 2 eps.

For linguistic cuteness, did you notice Sun & Junior use rao/ter? SO ADORABLE!

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 10 of 24 - I like Santa and Perth’s chemistry more than I thought I would. The brothers' bickering and tension is interesting, are they all adopted or meant to be actual bothers? Meanwhile, cohabitation trope is a go.

The Heart Killers (Weds Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - no episode this week because of New Year’s.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

See Your Love (Taiwan Weds Gaga) ep 12 of 13 - "Happiness came so fast I couldn't think about how long it would last" could be the statement for every penultimate BL episode ever. This main couple is just so gorgeously wonderful and precious and lovely. What a way to execute the Adams apple fetish.

Our Youth AKA Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Japan Tues Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - Just so painful. "You've always been alone." These characters are so casually cruel to each other. And, of course, the running of the gays! 

Eternal Butler (Taiwan Fri Gaga) eps 4 of 12 - I am growing to love that little push-up of the glasses that he does. Sex herb trope continues to be v amusing. Nice to see Ever 9 again! We got backstory for our poor little damaged rich boy, very soap opera. I am more interested in Ever 4's backstory tbh. Uh oh the glasses came off.

Teenager Judge (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 14 of ? - Well at least something happened and things finally came to a head (or "a body" as the case may be). Will we continue with any kind of progression next week? I hope so.

It's airing but......

Winter Is Not The Death of Summer (Thai ???) - has been picked up to air on WeTV, or something? Criminals who meet in prison fall in love. I did find it on YouTube, initially un-subbed, then subs happened by which time I got distracted. It is very pulp but intriguing. For now it's to the wayside until someone tells me it landed safely. Occasionally Thai pulps want to be edgy and it's not a good look on them. But sometimes they do good.

In Case You Missed it

End of year wraps are here!

2024 Trend Report

MY BEST & WORST BLs of 2024

Best Kisses (and sex scenes) of 2024

BL's 2024 Quirky Awards

2024 Awards - Quick Picks

Strange is doing a pretty interesting deep dive into Omegaverse et al. I particularly enjoyed this week's installment: Why Do Women Write So Much Gay Fanfiction?

I rarely (if ever) report on the gossip, BTS relationships, or sasang behavior of the fandoms but here is a 2024 retrospective from someone else if you want all the gossip and drama (YouTube). Or are afraid you missed something important.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2 ending, 2 starting.

January Drops

1/5 The Boy Next World (Sun IQIYI) 10 eps trailer - MAME warning. Multiverse slip through time kinda thing. Mame + high concept, we in for a bumpy ride. I should trash watch and live blog but I don't think I have the energy.

1/6 Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) 12 eps - WHY MUST THIS BE?!!

1/9 When it Rains it Pours (Japan Thurs Gaga) 10 eps - Convoluted story about a man in a relationship who is sexually unfulfilled and his friend who is in love with him, who accidentally become secret confidants.

1/15 Impression of Youth (Taiwan Weds ????) 9 eps - Same team as DNA Says Love You, so I have high hopes.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Yeah I got nothing for ya. It'd just be all ThamePo.

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[the-cookie-of-doom]

you've written a couple post-canon KimChay fics that I LOVE - cage me in and set me free was one of the first KimChay fics I read, actually, I loved Kim and Porsche's dynamic in it. And then there's Out of the Shadows, which I'd love if you got the inspo to return to at some point (all that tasty, tasty angst!). But we haven't gotten to see how you, personally, would write the actual reconciliation. It's something I struggle with; how do you forgive someone who hurt you and then doubled down? Even if Chay is generous enough to accept and understand Kim's reasoning, how does he trust him after that? What if Kim decides to do something shitty for the greater good again? I'd love to hear your thoughts on that, whether it's general speculation or a bit of insight into the Out of the Shadows arc 👀

AHHH MY FRIEND!!! You're making me feel things ;_;

I do actually plan to come back to Out of the Shadows! Once I finish Technicality, since I've rediscovered the inspo for that, OotS is next on my list!

My personal feelings towards their potential reconciliation have changed a lot in the past year. When I originally watched the show, I had just gone through a really terrible breakup, my first one ever, and I was really sympathetic towards Chay. So I leaned in a little too hard to the "Kim is the worst person ever, how could he break this poor baby's heart."

One of the reasons I stalled on OotS is actually because it was the first longfic I started for this fandom, before I had really been exposed to all the various meta and interpretations, so I didn't have a solid feel for the characters and how I wanted to write them. I reached a point where the characterizations I started with, I no longer really agreed with, and then I had to figure out how to move forward with how I interpret the characters at this point.

Nowadays, I tend to think the reconciliation would go a lot better than you might expect. From what we see in the show, Kim never actually, intentionally seduced Chay. The closest we get to it is that cheek kiss after Chay's confession, but at that point, I think it's reasonable to believe Kim has caught feelings himself. We see multiple times how Kim is actually trying to do the opposite of take advantage: he keeps trying to dismiss Chay and send him away, and Chay chases after him every time. He's a lovestruck kid that doesn't seem to have a healthy idea of boundaries.

I'm also firmly in the camp that Chay knew Kim was sus from the start. he is a terrible liar, not nearly the criminal mastermind that he pretends to be - honestly, I think Kim is a scared kid that gotten in over his head, and is trying to act more confident than he feels.

Which is the crux of my version of their reconciliation. They are both so young. Chay's in high school, Kim is either about to graduate college or just did, putting him at what. 21? 22? That's several younger than me. We have no idea about Kim's dating history, but we can assume based on Chay's... everything that this is his first attempt at a relationship, and it's clumsy. He jumps in with both feet, he confesses being in love before he even knows Kim's full name, let alone anything meaningful about him. And given how Kim is constantly surprised by Chay, I think this is probably his first attempt at a relationship, too. At least one like this.

I tend to meet any given media where it's at, and accept what it's trying to show me. In this case, I've said it before, I'll say it again: KinnPorsche were the action romance with a side of bodyguard + boss/employee, VegasPete was for the dark romance/bodice ripper girlies, and KimChay was meant to be the sweet high school/college romance. It wasn't supposed to be secretly dark and sinister. If anything, it was a coming of age story for Chay; getting his first heartbreak, being faced with the fact that the world isn't as kind as he thought it was (re: the mafia), and having a rebellious teen phase.

ALL OF THAT TO SAY.

At the end of the day, I think Chay is overwhelmed by everything going on in his life, and he can't be mad at Porsche, bc he doesn't have anyone else in his life that he can trust, so he takes all of those feelings of frustration and fear and dumps them at Kim's feet. Kim is easy to be angry at. Kim lied to him, used him, and broke his heart. So Chay is going to dye his hair, start partying with a bad crowd, and cry over the boy he thought he loved not loving him back.

But Chay also loves his brother more than anything. He would do anything for Porsche, even give up their childhood home and move to some small apartment somewhere just so he can be safe, or drop out of school to get a job so he can help with the bills. Everything Kim did, he did to keep his brother safe. And again, Kim never outright tries to make Chay fall in love with him.

Even The Scene at Kim's apartment isn't a huge betrayal to me. I think Chay went running to the one person that's been his rock since Porsche left, needing comfort and reassurance that something in his life is what he thought it was. When he didn't get hat from Kim, he fell apart. And Kim was an asshole in the way he went about it, yes, but he was just. Denying his feelings. He has the right to do that, and it's a pretty common romance trope. He was scared so he pushed Chay away, and it hit Chay so hard because he just lost what he saw as the one good/steady thing in his life, and now he's left adrift in this scary new world. Hell, maybe Chay even went to Kim, now armed with the truth, hoping that Kim could help him navigate life in the mafia, because Porsche certainly isn't doing it. He leaves Chay crying in his room to go out partying with his new family (which is the most heartbreaking scene in the whole show, for me. He did all of this for Chay, but at the very end, he leaves Chay behind)

Anyway. I think that after a little time and distance, all it would really take for Chay to forgive Kim, is just. A conversation. Once Chay realizes that yeah, he was pushy, he did come on strong, and that all the times Kim pulled away from him it wasn't because he was "playing hard to get", but because he didn't know what to do with Chay's intense feelings.

They need to examine how they approach other people (Chay by throwing his everything in at once, and Kim's habit of pulling away). They both have a lot of growing up to do. And I think, at the end of the day, that's what their story is trying to tell us. Heartbreak is just a part of growing up.

ANYWAY. Sorry to word-vomit at you like that. The tl;dr is that I don't think Kim really betrayed Chay, at least not more than any regular coming-of-age breakup story. I think they need to grow up, have some self-reflection, and come back with a better idea of who they are and what they want. After that, who knows what could happen!

[kittencombat]

Sprouting 🌱 Bloodweave Mini Fic

Wanted to share this little fic I wrote on Bluesky for the new year! ~600 words of plant-based fluff. Enjoy!

Astarion has a habit of planting things.

At first, Gale isn’t even quite sure he does it on purpose.

He’ll see the other man peel an orange, slice a chunk of mottled skin with the sharp side of a nail, and Gale assumes that it is mostly to keep his hands busy.

But it isn’t as if he plants the seeds immediately, either. No, it’s always at the break of dawn, on some far-flung side of whatever campsite they’re dismantling for the day of travel ahead.

Astarion will disappear against the foliage line and press his knuckles to the dirt, careful not to get anywhere it may be difficult to wash, even though they’re guaranteed to be blood-soaked in an hour or so.

It’s the orange, back near the nautilus crash. And a handful of strawberries outside the charred remains of Waukeen’s Rest.

Gale thinks he’s heard something about the benefits of ash and soil, though he doubts that is the reason for his companion’s new horticultural interests.

He watches from a distance as Astarion paces the monastery grounds, trying to find the spot the sun will reach first this morning so he can plant his pocket full of tea leaves. Something for him to leave behind out here, basking in the light.

The Shadow-Cursed lands are hard on them all. The sun doesn’t reach the undergrowth, and Astarion balks when Halsin tells them of how the city used to blossom in his youth. Astarion’s hands grow idle in the darkness. He toys with his daggers, skulks off to hunt.

He doesn’t linger around the dinner pot the way he used to, foraging for scraps. Gale tries not to mourn the loss too much.

It's a welcome sight when Gale sees Astarion steal a stalk of sunflower just beyond the city gates. His lip curls, and there’s a butterfly-winged patter in his stomach.

They linger longer in Rivington, and there are neat rows of pebbled soil tucked between their tents.

But once they have reached Baldur’s Gate proper, there’s less space to sow, so to speak. Or perhaps Astarion feels no need since his roots are already much too deep here.

There’s a sense of impending loss that hangs over their days, even now that the vampire lord lays dead. The sun sets too quickly behind the rooftops. They can’t delay much longer.

And yet when the sun finally rises on their victory, Astarion isn't there to see it.

It’s been months since they’ve seen each other—some amount of sentimentality was expected, wasn’t it?

Gale looks at Astarion, and Astarion looks at the little sprig of orange blossoms. His brow furrows.

“Don’t you recognize it?” Gale offers, though his words feel sap-sweet and heavy on his tongue. He sucks a breath and smiles through it. “Citrus reticulata. They’re better known as the mandarin orange, of course, but I did a little reading in the hours since arriving. The plant has flowered right over there where you…”

…Oh, Gods, he’s done it again, hasn’t he? Poked around with good intentions, tried to surprise a mercurial being with something sentimental. He hears himself speaking again before he can think better of it.

“You’ve sprouted up seedlings from grove to gate, you know. You may be undead yourself, dear Astarion, but the soil seems to give everything you touch a second life.” It had been more charming in Gale’s head. Now it just seems morbid.

“And I thought perhaps you might be so generous as to plant something for me, the next time you’re in Waterdeep.”

His mouth is dry, and Astarion is looking, and the sprig of orange blossom spins impatiently between his fingers.

“And I… hoped that might be sometime soon.”

“Awfully presumptuous, aren’t you, Gale of Waterdeep?” Astarion plucks the flowers from his hand and considers them a moment, “Spying on me all that time, and not even offering to spare a spell for the mess.”

Astarion notches the stem behind Gale’s ear.

“But I suppose I don’t mind the attention, so long as you don’t mind the long walk back home.”

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2024 is over and now we are on to 2025! im so happy to have joined the writing community here on tumblr this year and im so excited for whats to come now in the new year! I wanted to share some of my fav fics from this year but there isn't nearly enough space for me to talk about all the amazing fics I read this year but just know that anything I liked or reblogged im so thankful to have read bc it’s so fun and heartwarming that we all share our fics together to enjoy for free with people who love the same things as us.

ive met so many amazing people on this app and im so happy to share a space with such amazing writers and readers and get to just talk about cute boys with you all. ;-; <333

cams fic stats:

-56 fics/drabbles/thoughts -116.77k words written

cams personal favs:

busy signal wc: 4.7k (yeonkai x reader) [NSFW] my first fic! im so happy I just up and posted this baby even if I was scared lol im so much better for it and I love love love the yeonkai au ive got going on and ill say that all the yeonkai x reader fics I have on my m.list are just my favs bc I really do love them all but this one was the starts so ill give it the floor. black cherry flavored wc: 9.2k (ot5) [NSFW] this was by far my most popular txt fic and the one I had the most fun and stress writing- I love the way it turned out and im so happy so many of you guys loved it just as much as I did. I was so worried with how it would come across I just love love love that so many of you liked it and im so excited for kinktober 25' already planning out the ot5 fic so yay for that lol bubble gum flavored wc: 6k [NSFW] this fic was just smut basically but it was the one fic that I was so so so so so excited for bc I just love it like beomiebear will be in my head forever im working on pt2 and just ugh I love him he’s always on my mind- lemon cake wc: 8.9k [NSFW] LEMON DROP SOOBIN SAVE ME oh I loved this fic bc I got to work with all my friends on it and it jsut made me so so so giddy- ugh I love to work with amazing writers and I love it even more that I got to be apart of the collab in the first place ;-; bitten wc: 3.8k [NSFW] for someone with the user name that I have I don't nearly have enough vampire content and I need to fix that- I loved this fic and I wish I could have made it like 17k bc I would do it and id do it again and again and again.

cams fav reads of 24'

again I wish I could put like a million links on this bc I read so many good fics in 2024 but sadly I cannot but just know if I left a reblog or like on a fic I was happily fed by your work <333 these are not in order at all!!!

heartworm - @hyukascampfire - huening kai / txt I adore this fic so so so much and I think about just how delicious ashs writing style is every single day- I will keep thinking about this fic until I can't think thoughts any longer Betrayal - @apeachty - yeonkai x reader / txt I love everything nina writes and the two of us have our pinkieslocked as we giggle about yeonkai and I need everyone to go and check out all her works bc im only putting one but I love them all. also dropping the link to this soobin drabble with small boobs reader bc I love it sm! fluffy ice - @beomiracles - yeonjun / txt serene wrote so much this year and so much of it is so fucking good but this, although short drabble, just stays in my mind. I love how sweet and innocent it is while having darker elements. serenes writing style just fits this topic so well and id read it over and over again. Escapism - @prince-jjae - yeonjun / txt UGH! no one could get me away from escapism yeonjun- how many times do I have to reblog this to get across the point that I loved it sm? cause ill do it again, ill read it again, and ill love it so much more for it. I love jjaes writing style I wanna break a piece off and swallow it whole okay bc I love it sm. bitten - @silvergyus - huening kai / txt VAMPIRE FICS and a huening vampire fic at that- ugh I loved this I love innocent kai and I love even more that it’s vampire reader- I love this idea so much and what is an ari fic without mirror sex??? I love it so much more becuase of it- good pup - @bandgie - minho x reader x seungmin / skz I love everything bandgie writes but this one took the cake for me this year im still thinking about it and it’s not even something that I ever usually read but ill read anything they put out and I learned something new about myself- also all the coraline fics- ugh this idea was so fucking good and I love love love it switch to me - @chyuuiung - beomkai x reader / txt I LOVED THIS FIC I think about this fic all the time, I post about it all the time and yeah I miss chyuu sm but I need everyone to know what I love this fic and ill keep loving it and thinking about it forever and ever- under the moon - @miupow - felix / skz oh how this fic took me out- I still love it I still think about it and I need to give felix my firstborn asap he’s just so yummy in this fic and lias so descriptive and ugh a hyper pink room and a demon core is my vibe everyday okay I love it the willow tree - @hyukalyptus - yeonjun / txt I LOVE PRINCE YEONJUN I love even more a good rekindled lovers fic and even more so I love a fic thats long and gives so much bc this gave me what I wanted and more- it even had me giggling at times and I love a good fic that can do that- im still thinking about him even now strawberry dreams - @thetxtdevil - huening kai / txt ugh how I begged for mae to work on this fic bc the idea omfg- all of maes ideas are so good I don't know how her mind works but it’s a sexy idea factory- I love Blueberry!kai SO MUCH!!! and im so happy with all the strawberry land fics that were born from this one idea thank you mae you're mind- I will never shut up about it actually Strawberryland m.list

ugh I wish I could add more bc I have so many more recs-

cams 2025 goals:

-although I feel like I will be slowing down in 25' I plan to write longer plot heavy fics since I have several in the making already- -I want to try and keep up with reading new fics bc it’s so much fun to read what everyone esle is doing and sometimes I get lost in just writing and forget what made me want to start in the first place. -and I want to interact with more of you guys! moots or not I hope we can chat and giggle of fics and cute boys bc I love to do that lol thats why im here <333

but here is to 2025! ily all <333

inspo for this post from @heechwe 's post !!!