#my heart wants him to stay for sure but… 🫠

[livelaughlovepedri]

not a single day of peace in this club

[buckysgrace]

Seriously no pressure if this is too weird I get it 💀

Let’s say you’re friends with Billy and you’re both at this party and when you meet up later he’s shirtless, horny, drunk and wearing eyeliner and a fuzzy leopard coat (you have no idea how he got like this but it’s so hot). You end up in his tight tiny Camaro backseat, door open, his legs hanging out as you let him do whatever he wants to you right there with people walking by.

I literally cannot get that image of him out of my head! Like Dacre in drag, I don’t know 🫠 (Then I wake up to Joe in a blonde wig 😂)

Not weird at all!! He would look so hot dressed up like that (goooosh joe in a blonde wig too?? whew)

CW: Unprotected drunken sex, some degradation, blow jobs

Billy was a wild card when he was drunk. You never knew what to expect, or what he might do. He certainly became more boisterous, touchy and wild. You knew why, but he never liked to talk about that either.

You didn't really enjoy parties, but you did whatever Billy wanted to do. You usually expected for him to lose you in the crowd, but he kept a tight grip on you wherever he went. Like he wanted you near him. Or perhaps that was wishful thinking on your part.

"What are you wearing?" You giggled as he approached once again, his shirt long gone and replaced with a fuzzy leopard coat. You blinked your eyes a few times, squinting to confirm that he had black smudges around his eyes.

"Found this upstairs," He explained with a lazy grin, his blue eyes filled with amusement as he leaned forward, "Why?"

"You look silly." You responded, raising your eyebrows again as you looked him over. You shook your head, trying to figure out where he had tossed his shirt.

"Just silly?" He questioned as he bumped his shoulder into yours, stumbling a little bit. You could still feel the alcohol buzzing in your veins, so you couldn't imagine how he felt at the moment. He could drink you under a table, that was for sure.

"Handsome," You said slowly as you pressed your fingers against his bare chest softly, feeling just how hot his flesh was against yours, "Did you steal that?"

"Is it stealing if I'm returning it?" He snorted as he rested his arm over your shoulder, holding you close as you both made your way down to his parking spot.

"When are you planning on doing that?" You continued to tease him, enjoying his musk that rolled off towards you. You liked how he always smelt like his strong cologne, as if he bathed in it.

"Soon," He teased as he dragged his fingers across your shoulder softly, "I saw you watching me earlier." He replied a second later, taking you by surprise.

"You were loud," You said in defense of yourself, "Hard not to watch." You said honestly, furrowing your eyebrows tightly together.

"You sure that's the only reason?" He asked, sounding a little cocky as he came to a halt against his car. The paint was slightly warm from where it had been sitting out in the sun earlier.

"Yes." You said a second later, suddenly aware of how close he was. His eyes twinkled, like he knew something that you didn't.

"Look at me," He mumbled as he gripped your chin, "You're pretty, you know that?" You felt yourself relaxing against his touch, soaking in his strong hands against your skin.

"I guess I do now," You replied with a soft smile, "You're pretty too." You told him honestly. He had thick eyelashes, a button nose and strong cheekbones. He really was handsome. Anyone could see that.

He was suddenly real close, near enough that you could smell the cheap beer and strong cigarettes from his tongue. It made your heart hammer a little harder in your chest but you didn't back down. You stayed put, continuing to stare at him as you tried to figure out his challenge.

"You have a pretty mouth," He mumbled as he moved his fingers closer towards your mouth, "I like your lips." He said at last, his eyes glued in that direction as your mind suddenly felt jumbled.

"Oh," You mumbled, your heart racing as you tried to make sense of what he was saying, "Thank you. You have-, You have pretty lips too." You said in response, mentally kicking yourself at how bad that sounded. His lips curled into a soft smirk, like he was still flattered.

"Yeah?" He replied in a cocky manner as he popped the front door open and sat on the seat. You were about to protest, sure that he shouldn't be driving, "I bet you'd look even prettier on your knees."

"Excuse me?" You asked, blinking quickly as you moved your hands onto your hips. You were sure that you had heard him wrong. He had never been this forward before.

"You heard me," He said with a smirk, "Wanna see how you look on your knees. C'mon. Nothing wrong with that." He shrugged his shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he stared up towards you this time.

You debated his suggestion for a long time, before ultimately deciding that it was all in good fun. He was teasing you. It was what he did. There was no problem in entertaining him just a little bit. It was all in good fun.

"Happy?" You asked as you rested your hands on your knees, staring up towards him. His eyes were hooded, the blue a little darker than usual. He moved his hands forward, cupping your jaw once again. You lingered in his touch, trying to pretend that it didn't feel that good.

"Almost," He replied as he traced his thumb across your lips, "I wonder how your mouth feels around my cock." His words sent pleasure through your body, made your clit tingle as you anticipated his next move.

"You wanna feel my mouth?" You asked him softly as you moved your hands up towards his thighs slowly, "You sure?" You questioned him, watching the way his eyes filled with lust and hunger.

"'Course I am," He smirked as he traced your lips again, pausing before he sat up a bit to unbutton his tight jeans. You watched in interest, staring at the bulge that formed in his pants, "You're not gonna be a bitch about it, are you?"

"No," You whispered softly, feeling desire rushing through your chest as you stared at him. You'd wanted him for a long time now, unsure if he really knew that or not. You exhaled deeply, heart hammering as he pulled his hard cock from his jeans, "Oh, wow." You replied, taken aback by your own words as you stared at his thick girth and long length.

You moved your hand to him slowly, wrapping your fingers around his girth softly and earning a groan from him. You languidly stroked him in your hand, squeezing softly towards his base as sweet sounds fell from his tongue.

You rubbed your thumb across his slit, spreading his precum down the length of his cock as you continued to tug on his cock. You liked the way he watched you, how he wanted you to look right up at him the whole time. It gave you a burst of confidence, made you feel powerful even though you were on your knees.

You pressed a gentle kiss against his fat, red tip as a rough exhale left his lips. You did your best to hide your smirk, flattered with how much he was enjoying the feeling of you. You licked away his precum, breathing in his musk before you slid him into your mouth.

"Jesus," He groaned as he pressed against the back of your neck, his fingertips digging into your skin as you stretched your lips around his big girth. You relaxed your jaw, rolling your tongue underneath the base of his cock to get yourself fully comfortable, "Such a good little whore. Look at you, so easy. Just for me."

His words left a tingly feeling through your body, your mind fuzzy as you slowly began to move your head along the length of his cock. You gripped one hand at his base, using the other to squeeze his balls as your spit soon coated where your hands were.

You gagged a little too hard as he thrusted up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes flutter. You rolled your tongue around his girth slowly, blinking the tears from your eyes as the taste and smell of him became overwhelming.

He groaned, tapping at the side of your cheek to draw your attention up towards his blue eyes. He looked pretty with his dark eyebrows furrowed together; his red lips parted as grunts continued to fall from his tongue.

His fingers pressed against the curve of your throat, exploring your smooth skin as you continued to savor the sensation of his heavy cock against your tongue. It was all over with too quickly, leaving you desperate for more of him.

He pulled you away from his cock, giving your lips a much needed break as he dragged you up towards him. You straddled him awkwardly, doing your best to fit in the car as he crashed his lips against yours.

He kissed you deeply, messily as he licked away the drool and precum from your mouth. It made you moan, made you grind your hips down against him for some much needed relief. You wanted him. You wanted him more than you'd ever wanted anyone before.

He looked up at you, eyes bright like the stars as you ran your fingers through his hair gently. Your lipstick hard smeared against his lips, spreading onto his cheeks from how passionate and fervent you'd been kissing.

"Billy," You moaned as he kissed the corner of your lips, making your body curl as he brought his strong hands up against your boobs, "I want you so badly. Please."

"Mhm," He grinned against your mouth, exhaling roughly as he rubbed at your hips, "You wanna ride my cock? Right out here, like a little whore?"

"Your whore," You moaned, feeling his cock twitch against your inner thigh, "Please." You begged him, needing to feel something. He wasted in time as he roughly tugged your skirt up over your hips, then messily slid your panties aside.

"Pretty," He whispered as he dragged his thick fingers against your wet folds, making you croon in response, "She's all wet for me." He said with a laugh, his eyes hazy as he watched you.

His gaze was so intense that you nearly turned away from him, unable to handle the fierce look that they held. You gulped softly, rocking your hips forward to distract him. You needed him.

"Nasty little slut," He tsked as he slid the tip of his cock against your wet hole. He watched you, keeping eye contact as he slowly slid his tip inside of your weeping cunt, "Such a good girl, taking me so well."

He pulled you forward, keeping his strong arms around your waist as he slid you further down along the curve of his cock. You gasped at the sensation, your walls stretching around his thick girth as he slowly filled you.

"See," He breathed out huskily, making you whimper at the tight way he gripped your hips, "You can take it. Doing so good for me, such a good little slut." He mumbled as his lips ghosted against the side of your neck.

You stayed there for a moment; his cock filled deep inside of you as your stomach twisted in pleasure. You could feel it spreading up your spine, down towards your toes. It was white hot, making you press yourself harder against him.

"Oh God," You whined as you leaned back a little bit, gripping his knees to stay balanced as he began to drag you along the curve of his cock, "Jesus, Billy." You moaned, feeling a fresh wave of pleasure rush through your body.

You could feel him throbbing inside of your walls, every curve and vein brushing against your sensitive cunt as he brought his thumb down against your clit. He pressed onto the sensitive bud, making you cry out a little louder as your cunt dripped around him.

"Mhm," He groaned as he continued to drag his mouth against your skin, his teeth nipping at the nape of your neck gently, "You sound so pretty on my cock. Gonna let everyone know whose making you feel this good, yeah?" He huffed, grunting as he admired the way your pussy hugged his thick girth.

The thought of anyone catching you two should be horrifying, but it left you with a new intense feeling as you began to rock your hips forward a little harder. Your moaned grew louder as the tip of his cock pressed deep against your spongy walls, hitting the sensitive spot you so desperately needed.

"Yeah, yeah," You breathed out rapidly, your mind focusing on how much deeper he seemed to go every time you inhaled, "Jesus, you feel so good. God." You began to whine, your thighs trembling at the way he continued to rub at your clit.

Your bodies moved in unison, rocking against one another and savoring the feeling as he used his free hand to squeeze at your hip. His fingertips dug into your skin, sure to leave marks as he continued to rock you along the length of his cock.

His groans were heavenly, better than any song you'd ever heard on the radio as the sound of your flesh meeting his began to fill the little cramped space. You could feel the lust inside of you growing, the pleasure spreading as your muscles twisted in anticipation.

"Fuck, fuck," He groaned as he pulled you closer, eyes even darker from the eyeliner around his eyelids, "S'good for me, baby. That's it. Cum all over my cock." He reassured you, guiding you through your impending high.

It crashed into you at once, making your toes curl in your shoes as you gripped a hold of his shoulders tightly. You pressed your lips together, trying to keep your moans at bay but unable to do so. It all felt so good, made your body shake and eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Billy," You whined as your fingertips began to thread through the fuzzy jacket, gripping onto anything as his thrusts became rougher and deeper, "Oh my God, yes." You spit out, your tongue numb and thoughts fuzzy.

He huffed, eyebrows knitting tightly together as his cock filled you to the brim. You moaned at the sensation, burying your face into the crook of his neck as a rush of curses left his tongue.

You gasped as you felt his warm spunk filling your walls, coating your pussy with part of him as he began to claw at your flesh. It was depraved, so sinful and glorious all at once.

He nudged his nose against your cheek softly, mumbling something that you didn't quite catch as you tried to collect yourself from your orgasm. Your ears still felt like they were ringing, your lungs strained and body warm.

"What?" You asked, shaking your head softly as you blinked in confusion at him. His lips were still smeared from your lipstick, his eyes messy from the sweat that had collected from his forehead. He looked handsome, very handsome.

"Nothing," He said instead, eyes drifting over your features as your heart began to hammer roughly inside of your chest once again, "It was nothing important." He reasoned, leaving you nodding your head slowly as you wondered how things would ever go back to normal.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Putting in a request for a Hannigram x fem reader??? I was thinking along the lines of already established relationships, and while out together, some man/women hits on the reader, and then we get jealous Hannigram 🥰🫠

I mean jealous Hannibal is a given. He dosent like people touching what's his, but he keeps his composure. But Will... oh, Will I think would ne not subtle at allll. Defo some angst but also some hints of smut and fluff

Suddenly meats on the menu that night 💀

~ 🔮

------------

A hot and cold sensation jolted through you as you were startled by your heel suddenly breaking. You stumbled, but an arm caught and steadied you.

"Woah there, that was close," the man who had caught you said. "Are you okay?"

You looked up at him, his kind, nondescript face greeting you with a smile. You smiled back sheepishly, feeling your face heat. It was mortifying enough that your heel had given out, leaving you limping for the rest of the night, but it would've been worse to fall flat on your face in public.

"Thank you so much," you said, relieved even as your heart still raced with adrenaline. "I'm sorry for almost slamming into you."

"Nonsense, I'm glad I caught you," he said, his eyes wandering a little to further take you in. "Can I help you to your seat?"

"Um, if it's not too much trouble, I wouldn't want to impose..."

He chuckled, offering you his arm. "It would be my pleasure to help a beautiful woman such as yourself."

You waved this off and smiled demurely, both accepting the compliment and remaining politely reserved. You didn't want to encourage him, but it was a kindness that you were grateful for.

Your free hand took hold of the railing as you went up the steps toward the balcony seats of the opera house. You led him down the hall, murmuring the seat numbers as you searched for yours.

"Did you come here by yourself?" He asked.

"Oh no, I'm with company. I just needed to use the restroom and insisted they go ahead." you made sure your ring was visible then, so there would be no confusion. "It's in here."

The two of you pivoted, walking into the balcony. Will glanced over his shoulder as he heard you, and he immediately stood up. The sudden movement made Hannibal look back as well, but he remained composed.

"My shoe's broken," you explained, bashfully showing the heel you were holding. You turned to the man who had helped you, inclining your head gratefully. "Thank you so much again. You spared me the humiliation."

He smiled once again, though it was more strained as he was all too aware of the two men nearby. "My pleasure. Impossible to ignore a lovely lady in distress, am I right?"

The question had been directed at Will, who was staring him down, every muscle in his body tense. You noticed his fingers twitching.

"Yes, that's right," he said through gritted teeth. "We've got it from here, though. Thanks."

The man bid you all good night and quickly left, wanting to escape the tense atmosphere. Will reached out a hand for you to help you to your seat.

"See? I told you, I should have stayed and waited for you," he said as you sat down. "I don't like strangers touching you."

"It's not like we knew that would happen. He was just being nice," you said with a shrug, trying to get him with you.

Will grunted and stayed put, still not happy. "By the look on his face when he saw us, I'm not convinced his intentions were totally pure."

You raised an eyebrow and glanced over at Hannibal. "A little help?"

"I'm afraid I have to agree with him on this one," he said, adjusting in his seat so his body faced you.

You glanced at both of them in turn. A part of you was thrilled at their jealousy -- your body knew well what the consequences of this could be -- but at the same time, you just wanted to have a nice night out with them.

"But I'm here now, in one piece, and I'm all yours," you reassured, taking Hannibal's hand and extending your free one towards Will once again. "The show's gonna start soon, come on Will, please sit."

He bowed down to kiss your knuckles, looking at you through his lashes. There was a dark promise in his eyes that made heat pool in your belly. "I will in time, my love, but first, covetous hands must be dealt with."

----------

[littledemondani]

Eddie the munch munson who also loves boobs. His obsession is to the point where it doesn’t even have to be sexual. Watching a movie? Boob in mouth. Trying to fall asleep? Boob in mouth. Especially when the reader is on the period??? He just wants to make his bae feel better. Boob in mouth. The thought of sleepy needy eddie licking them so slow and gentle as his eyes flutter shut… I’m melting 🫠

oh my god 😩 dani.exe has crashed

warnings: 18+ only, smut, fem!reader, needy!eddie, nipple sucking, no use of y/n

a/n: this went entirely different than what i had originally planned lmao

you noticed something was off with eddie when he came home from working all day at the mechanic shop. he was clingier and way more affectionate than he usually is. not that you minded, you knew he only ever got this way when things became too much for him.

which seemed to be happening a lot more lately.

he was stressed. impossibly so. with your recent move into a new apartment, eddie figured staying late at the shop to work on a few extra cars would secure him enough money to make sure you both didn’t struggle. even though you reassured him he didn’t have to. though it was in one ear and out the other entirely.

you both lay in bed, your back on the mattress, eddie’s head resting on your chest. some sitcom was playing on your small tv, but the words were fading as you started to get sleepier.

eddie’s eyes were glued, though, his mind in overdrive as he thinks about all the extra shit he has to do for the next day. he’s fidgeting, fingers closing tightly around the light fabric of your spaghetti strap in an effort to ground himself.

you feel him and you just know.

he needs you.

badly.

“baby,” you whisper gently, brushing your fingers through his hair. “it’s okay. i’m here.”

he turns to look at you, his dark brown eyes holding every ounce of emotion he is feeling in them. it makes your heart ache.

“can i?” he asks, tracing his fingertips along the outline of your breast.

you nod, tucking his hair behind his ear. “of course.”

in a swift motion, he pulls the top of your tank down to expose your breast, and wastes no time in taking your nipple into his eager mouth.

he suckles with urgency, and the pleasure shoots straight down to your cunt, but you push those thoughts aside. this isn’t about you right now.

eddie cups your other breast in his hand, fingers toying with the nipple. his tongue swirls around the other bud, making figure 8 motions before wrapping his lips around it once more.

you praise him, tell him how much of a good boy he is, how much you love him, how great he’s making you feel, how he can take whatever he wants from you. his cock throbs against his boxers, and leaks a small bead of slick onto the strained fabric. he bucks forward involuntarily, seeking friction of any kind to help ease the ache.

he sucks generously on your nipple, pulling the bud nice and taught. he lightly grazes his teeth against you, feeling you squirm and push your chest up into him.

the stress begins to leave his tired muscles, first in his back, up to his chest, out through his fingertips. his body grows heavier against you, not entirely limp, but it lets you know he’s calming down.

his suckles become softer, gentler, until he stops entirely. he presses kisses along the swell of your breast, up your chest, to your collarbone, then to the crook of your neck.

“thank you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, wrapping his arm over your abdomen.

“i love you,” you say, kissing his cheek.

“i love you,” he replies, slowly trailing his hand down to your cunt. “more than you can ever possibly know.”

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Hurricane

pairing: Joel Miller No Apocalypse x F! wife reader

summary: legit me with hurricane francine yesterday/last night, you guys know i love protective daddy joel. p.s my house is still without power 🫠

The wind whipped fiercely outside, rattling the windows as the sky turned an ominous shade of gray. Joel stood at the front door, staring at the water creeping up the driveway. The outer bands of the hurricane were already making their presence known, and the storm wasn’t even close to landfall yet. His jaw tightened as he wiped his hands on his jeans, adrenaline kicking in.

“Honey!” Joel called, his voice urgent as he hurried toward the bedroom. “We need to pack. Now. The water’s gonna get in the house if we don’t leave soon.”

Y/N appeared in the doorway, holding their newborn close against her chest, her eyes wide with concern. “Is it that bad already?”

“Yeah, it’s that bad,” Joel muttered, grabbing his boots from the closet and throwing them on the bed. “Pack the bags yours, mine, and the kids’. Essentials. I’ll load the truck.”

Without another word, Joel was out the door, his heart racing as he made his way through the garage. The lifted F-150 was their best bet for getting out safely, especially with the rising water, and he wasted no time throwing in bags of snacks, bottles of water, and the kids’ favorite toys. The wind was howling now, rattling the garage door as he loaded the portable crib for the baby.

Inside, Y/N rushed through the house, packing clothes for everyone in a frenzy. Her hands trembled as she grabbed shirts, jeans, and socks from Joel’s dresser, tossing them into the duffel bag. She couldn’t believe the storm had gotten this bad so fast. But if Joel said they had to go, she trusted him.

She scooped up the newborn’s diapers, formula, and bottles, stuffing them into another bag before returning to the living room where their two older kids were huddled on the couch, their little faces full of worry. “Come on, babies. We’re going for a little trip, okay? Daddy’s loading the truck.”

Joel was back in a flash, sweeping through the door, sweat already glistening on his forehead from the effort. He grabbed the bags Y/N had packed and hauled them outside, stuffing them into the back of the truck with barely a grunt.

"Get your pretty ass in the car," Joel growled, his voice firm but soft as he glanced at Y/N, holding their baby in her arms. “Take the kids, millie, and go to your parents’ house. I’ll stay here and make sure the floodwater doesn’t get into the house.”

Y/N froze in her tracks, blinking up at him like he’d lost his mind. “No, Joel. You’re not staying behind. Your safety is more important to me than this house.” Her voice cracked with emotion as she stood her ground.

Joel hesitated, eyes softening as he looked at her. He wanted to argue, but seeing her like this, standing tall in the middle of chaos, broke down any resistance. He let out a heavy sigh, his resolve crumbling. “Yes, ma’am,” he muttered, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

He grabbed the last of the essentials and tossed them into the truck, As Joel loaded the last of the bags into the back of the truck, he gave a sharp whistle, the kind that always got their chocolate lab, Millie, bounding over. Sure enough, Millie came trotting out from the porch, her tail wagging despite the chaos around them.

“Come on, girl,” Joel called, motioning toward the truck. He walked over to Y/N’s side and opened the door, making room for Millie. “Hop in.”

Without hesitation, Millie leapt up into the backseat beside the kids, settling in like she knew they were heading somewhere safe.Then Joel climbed into the driver’s seat. Y/N quickly secured the kids in the back, holding the newborn close as she settled in next to Joel.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Joel muttered, gripping the wheel tightly as the rain started to come down harder. The water was already licking at the edge of their driveway, but he pulled away just in time, the tires of the truck splashing through puddles as they headed toward her parents’ house.

Y/N reached over, resting a hand on Joel’s arm as they drove, her heart still racing from the panic. “I’m glad you didn’t stay behind.”

Joel glanced at her, squeezing her hand with a small smile. “Me too darlin’, I just want to keep you and the kids safe.” Y/n cupped his check with her hand and said “Wherever you are, we’re safe. “

As the storm raged behind them, Joel kept his focus on getting his family to safety.

The drive to Y/N’s parents’ house was tense, the rain pelting the windshield as Joel carefully navigated through flooded streets. By the time they pulled into the driveway, the winds were howling, and the power was already flickering. Y/N’s parents rushed out to help everyone inside as Joel grabbed the bags and Millie’s food and dog bed from the truck, everyone hurrying to get in before the weather worsened.

As soon as they stepped through the door, the lights went out, leaving the house in darkness. The kids immediately grew scared, clinging to Y/N as they looked around nervously.

“It’s okay, everything’s alright,” Y/N soothed, her voice calm and steady as she knelt down in front of them. “Daddy’s going to get the power back on. We’re safe here.”

Joel shot her a reassuring look before heading toward the back porch with her father. The wind was still howling, but Joel’s focus was on getting the generator running. He filled it with gas and fresh oil, working quickly alongside her father as the storm raged around them.

Inside, Y/N kept the kids close, getting them settled in the living room. The baby stirred in her arms but didn’t fully wake, and Y/N gently placed her back in the portable crib, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. She tucked blankets around the two older kids, calming their fears with gentle words.

Once the generator was up and running, the hum of power returned, filling the house with a comforting buzz. Joel came back inside, his clothes slightly damp from the rain, and nodded toward Y/N, a proud smile on his face.

“It’s set up outside,” Joel said, moving toward the couch. “The TV’s plugged into extension cord which is plugged up to the generator so we can keep an eye on the news.”

Y/N nodded, sinking onto the couch beside him, her hand finding his as they both exhaled in relief. The kids were now calm, settled on their makeshift beds, and the baby was fast asleep. Millie was asleep in her dog bed, still on high alert.

Together, Joel and Y/N sat in the dimly lit room, the flickering glow of the TV illuminating their faces. The weather report showed the storm intensifying, but they were safe riding it out together as a family.

Joel wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her closer as the wind howled outside. “We’ll get through this,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

Y/N nodded, leaning into him. "As long as we're together, we can get through anything."

They stayed like that for hours, watching the storm outside but feeling secure in each other’s arms. Despite the chaos outside, inside they were safe and sound, riding out the hurricane as one.

[milunalupin]

hi hi hi! so many congrats on a 100 followers, what a deserved accomplishment, love!!

you can obviously ignore this if you're uncomfortable writing this/or this doesn't hit your creative spot. because this is so cliched uggh.

okay so i was thinking maybe a little grumpy!reader x sunshine!sirius, friends to lovers trope? (it makes so weak in the knees 🫠.) feel free to take the plot literally anywhere your heart desires, because you'll serve either ways!!

love you, make sure to drink water and eat good. hope you have a great day/night ahead.

--🍁autumn

hi hi my love ! thank you for you patience <3 and adding more sirius to my blog

— sunshine

sunshine!sirius x grumpy!reader ★ 1.2k words

"Sirius Black if you don't stop tapping your finger against the table, I will not hesitate to hex you."

You sent a glare towards the raven haired boy from across the table. History of Magic was your worst subject and you had a big exam coming up. "Why aren't you with the other boys anyways?"

It's not like you two weren't friends, but Sirius wasn't usually the one to seek you out. It was usually Peter since he was the one who introduced you to his friends, then Remus who at times also enjoyed his peace and quiet. You spent quite a bit of time with the girls too, especially since you all roomed together. James and Sirius had always been friendly with you, but it wasn't like you would stay up in the common room sharing secrets, although Sirius had recently been around you more than than normal.

"Well aren't you just a ray of light." Sirius sent you a lopsided grin, setting his elbows on the table and resting his head on his hands. "They're out somewhere with Prongs looking for Evans, and I wanted to see my favorite girl."

Your quill froze over the parchment. Sirius was such a flirt, you couldn't take anything he said to you to heart, because he didn't mean it, right? You lowered your head and tried to focus on your notes, pretending like you didn't hear him.

"Anyways," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "You know about his problem with Evans, and you're a girl, could you give me some advice to relay back to him?"

"Thanks for noticing. What kind of advice?"

"Well, what sort of things do girls like to receive?"

"I don't know Sirius, I don't regularly receive gifts from boys." You rolled your eyes and scoffed, glancing up at him to see his eyes on you, waiting for an answer. "but I supposed I would quite like it if someone brought me my favorite drink, or book. You know, it shows that they've paid attention to the little things."

"So how would you- girls-" he let out a shaky laugh, his cheeks tinged pink. "How would girls like to be asked on a date?"

How would you know? You didn't want to speak negatively of yourself but there had to be some reason as to why boys never came up to you. You would never guess that it was because Sirius had already warned the whole male population at Hogwarts to back off his very pretty friend.

Groaning quietly, you rubbed your hands over your tired face. "Sirius, I don't know, can you please let me review my notes in peace?"

"That doesn't count, you're not being fair." Peter whined, pulling on his hair as he looked down at the chessboard. You shrugged and stuck your tongue out at the boy, getting up and taking a seat on the carpet by the fire next to Lily.

It was the night before your exam and as much as you wanted to hole up in your room and cram, your friends had convinced you to spend time with them. Lily was painting Marlene's fingernails while Remus took your place playing against Peter in chess.

"Who wants hot chocolate!" James called out, Sirius and him walking towards you all with trays of steaming mugs. The two passed out the sweet beverages,

"Thanks Sirius." you thanked him softly, his gaze softening as you wrapped your hands around the warm drink and blew gently on the top. Your eyes brightened as you took a sip and tasted a hint of peppermint.

The rest of the evening was spent playing games, dancing to Remus' new records and sharing Peter's surplus of sweets from Honeydukes. You felt your shoulders relax as you looked around at your friends having a good time, catching Sirius already looking you. His eyes darted away as soon as you saw him, the corners crinkling as he laughed as some joke James had made. You felt a nudge in your side, turning to see Lily cocking her head towards the dorms asking if you were ready to go. Nodding, the three of you girls stood up and waved goodnight to the Marauders and shuffled up to your room.

You flopped into bed with a blissful sigh. "Thanks for tonight guys, I needed this."

Marlene waved her hand in dismissal. "You've studied hard, you needed a bit of a break."

"The peppermint hot chocolate was just the thing I needed, it's my favorite."

"Peppermint hot chocolate?" Lily's nose scrunched with disgust, but then her eyes widened with realization, her and Marlene sharing a knowing grin. "Right, the peppermint hot chocolate."

You turned your head to squint at them. "Why do you two have that look on your faces?"

"We don't know what you're talking about, goodnight!"

You're going to pass the exam, you're to going to p—

"Watch it, you half-breed, or I'll turn you into the little mutt you are." Lucius Malfoy spat at you as you ran into him, pulling out his wand.

"Oh sod off, why don't you put your daddy's money where your mouth is?" you scoffed, reaching for your own wand. He sneered at your comeback, taking a step closer to you.

"Hey sunshine, I was looking everywhere for you! Let me walk you to class." Sirius appeared next to you, taking your school bag and slinging it over his shoulder, shooting a grin to Lucius, canines on full display. "Thanks for watching her for me Malfoy but next time, don't."

Sirius steered you away from the fuming Slytherin, arm around your shoulder. He ducked his head down to speak to you quietly. "You alright?"

"Fine, boys are just jerks." you grumbled, your mind now focusing on your exam as you two turned into the hall where your classroom was located.

"Not all of us though, right?"

The corner of his mouth lifted, your smiled mirroring his own. "Yeah, Pete's alright."

"You're killing me doll." He threw his head back dramatically, his smile slipping as yours did, now standing in front of the History of Magic classroom. "Hey, how about we made a deal?"

"Huh?" you pulled yourself out of a daze, looking up at him. "What's the deal?"

Sirius coughed to the side and straightened his posture. "You get an Outstanding on your exam, and I'll take you out."

A flush crept up your face, not believing your ears. As annoying as he was, of course you had thought about Sirius romantically before, who hadn't? You really hoped your studying paid off, your smile and voice coming out shy. "What if I don't get an Outstanding?"

Sirius lit up like the Great Hall during the holidays, smiling ear to ear. "Then I'm still taking you out to cheer you up. I also have just been dying to take you on a date, sunshine."

An hour later you left the classroom with a giant smile on your face and a big 'O' on your parchment. Sirius immediately took your hand in his and dragged you to Hogsmeade for your first date, the twinkling sound of your laughter letting him know it wouldn't be your last.

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡kiss of indifference 🌙

"'cause i have hella feelings for you, i act like i don't fucking care, 'cause i'm so fucking scared"

post water of life! paul atreides x fremen! reader | word count: 2,076 words

summary: paul's recent indifferent attitude towards you causes new sparks to fly~ 🌙

warnings: long intro? before dialogue, slight angst, paul still loves reader while engaged to irulan (previously established relationship), yelling (you two make up in the end!), mild spice (MDNI), heated kissing

note: kinda rushed. first time writing this much, WOO! might be a bit inaccurate, i tried my best. 🫠 enjoy!

paul atreides. the skinny, dark haired, and pale skinned boy you had fallen for. the boy who didn't care about being lisan al ghaib, but who rather hated it. the boy who would immediately shut down his mother's talks of her bene gesserit lore and prophecy, who would instead find solace and comfort in your arms.

this was not him. this was some blue eyed doppelgänger wearing his skin, you were sure of it. the sudden shift in his attitude and overall demeanor after having consumed the "water of life" sent a chill down your spine. obviously, you weren't the only one that noticed. but you were the only one who was concerned about it.

paul was becoming...distant. especially from you. with his duties as the new emperor, it was understandable. even more so, since he'd asked for irulan's hand in marriage. the fact that he'd professed his love for you and then asked for such a thing in almost the same breath broke your heart and crushed your soul. you'd often see paul accompanying the princess to meetings and such. obviously he didn't love her, he never had 'that' look in his eyes when he looked at her. 'that' look being the one he'd have in his eyes as he'd sneak glances at you as you'd pass each other in the hallways of the grand palace or when you'd attend meetings as well to give some freman insight. saying that paul hated this was an understatement. but he had to keep up appearances, attending meetings and staying one step ahead of his enemies.

that was another problem, his enemies. he always had to keep up with his image of being a stern and almost cutthroat leader, which meant showing no weakness, ever. unfortunately, this also meant distancing himself from people he truly cared about: his mother, his unborn baby sister, and worst of all...you. after all, the only reason you were let into palace was by paul's orders. he'd have to force himself not to love you, or at least act like it. your greetings were met with a nod or a silent mumble, or, like most times, nothing at all.

it was late at night, the sound of your ticking clock keeping you awake. no, it was actually your never ending thoughts of none other than paul. you wanted nothing more that to rush out of your room to his, knock on his door, and give him the biggest hug you could give, to run your fingers through his dark brown locks again, to tell him that everything would be okay. you stood up, deciding to take a walk through the palace to clear your mind. as you opened the door, you were met by paul, mid-knock. his hair was a little messy and it seemed like he'd just retired from his study.

you didn't say anything, instead stepping aside to let him come in and closing the door behind him. there was a moment of silence that felt it had lasted a little too long before paul spoke up. "how have you been? you seem to be looking well." paul commented, standing in the middle of your room as you sat on your bed. "yes, i've been fine. and what of you?" he wasn't even looking at you. yes, he was facing you and to anyone else, it looked as though he was staring straight at you. but his mind was obviously elsewhere...he wasn't paying attention to you.

"paul," you said, raising your voice a bit and reaching out to hold his hand. you could see him being pulled out of his state of distraction, your hand squeezing his. "talk to me. this is the first time we've been alone together in weeks. please..." paul could see the pleading in your eyes, a soft sigh leaving him as he sat down next to you. "don't worry about it," he brushed you off, pulling his hand out from your grip. "i simply came to see how you're doing." an obvious lie. "paul, something's bothering you. you can tell me," you began. "[y/n], i'm fine," "but you're not. i can tell it's eating you up inside, the visions, your enemies."

"[y/n]-" he was staring to get irritated, not at you, but at the fact that you were right. it was eating him up, slowly consuming him and making him lose himself more and more each day. "it's why you've been avoiding me, right? you're scared they'll take advantage of your affection towards me-" paul stayed silent, his fingers curling up into fists as he looked at the floor. you grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. "these visions don't define you, paul! this prophecy doesn't define you! you can't just run away from us and face this on your own!"

that was easy for you to say. you didn't have throngs of people either depending on you or praying for your untimely death. you didn't have the weight of the entire universe on your shoulders. "you don't understand-" "i'll try to-!" "YOU CAN'T!" paul yelled, pushing your hands away from his face. you flinched, your eyes going wide as he stood up and ran his hands through his hair. "you can't possibly understand the horrific things i've seen each time i so much as close my eyes. do you know what i see? people dying from starvation. holy wars being waged in my very name. the people i care about with every bone in my living body being slaughtered in front of me! and you," he turned to you pointing an accusing finger at you as if it were a blade. "you sit here and act like you understand me?"

you didn't expect for paul's words to hurt so much. he'd never raised his voice at you, and he'd certainly never yelled at you. you felt like a knife was being twisted into your heart as the boy you loved turned into someone you didn't even recognize. "i'm just trying to comfort you," "well stop! because...because i love and care about you so much, it physically hurts me. i'd be a lost soul if something ever happened to you," you looked at your hands, feeling a whirlwind of emotions as you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. but you refused to cry.

"you should go. i'm sure irulan's looking for you." "you know we sleep in separate rooms-" "still...you don't need unsavory rumors on top of all you have to deal with..." you turned away from paul, using the back of your hand to dab away the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. you felt the bed dip, but didn't turn to look at him. "[y/n], look at me..." you didn't answer, sniffling softly and moving to get up, ready to try your hand at kicking him out once again. a soft yell left your lips as paul's slim fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you right back next to him, his face so undoubtedly close to yours. you could smell the pent up emotion on him, a word of protest ready on your tongue.

before you even knew what was happening, paul's lips were on yours. you let your eyes flutter shut, yelping softly into the kiss as he pulled flush against him, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies. another observation you'd made was that ever since paul drank the "water of life", he'd been extra aggressive in most everything: he'd give people harsher punishments, he'd execute orders with upmost precision, and when he loved...he'd love harder. his heart was practically bursting at the seams as all the love he'd been forced to shove down spilled out of him in the form of a bruising kiss.

you felt dizzy as paul pulled away from you, your cheeks flushed and your breathing a bit labored. the two of you just stared at each for a while, your fingers still twirling strands of his dark hair. "still want me to leave?" he asked, lightly brushing his lips against yours, his action making your eyes flutter shut. you felt your heart squeeze as you opened your eyes once again, gazing at him through watery eyes. "paul-" "i know...i know." paul's hands came up and cupped your face once more, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks and wiping away your tears. "me too...i'm sorry too..." he whispered before leaning back in to meet your lips again.

a shaky breath left your lips as you melted into the kiss once again, your hands clutching the front of his shirt as if he'd slip right through your fingers. paul's fingers playfully danced beneath the fabric of the shirt of your sleepwear, slowly tracing the skin of sides, as if trying to relearn their curvatures. your hand snaked up to tangle into his hair, a few tears flowing down your cheeks. not because you didn't want this; in fact, you wanted this so much it almost hurt. your breath hitched as you felt paul deepen the kiss, his body pressing against yours.

as you pulled away, breathing a bit heavier and cheeks flushed, you swallowed and met paul's eyes. the look in them was an untamed mix of love and something more. "...we should stop..." you murmured, your hands moving down to cup his face. you felt him relax into your touch, your heart warming. "you're right...but i don't want to-" just as he was about to lean back in for another kiss, a rhythmic knock on your door stopped him.

"ignore it." he muttered , a flash of irritation on his face. "but-" paul cut you off with another kiss, pushing you back into the mattress. his lips started to move with newfound fervor, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses over the skin of your jaw and down to the dip of your neck. feeling paul's hands start to roam under your shirt caused a soft sound between a gasp and a moan to leave your lips. "paul~" you muttered, letting your eyes flutter shut.

another knock made his hiss in annoyance. "[y/n], are you awake?" princess irulan's voice asked from behind the grand door. you and paul looked at each other, his eyes giving you a serious look. he got up and reluctantly hid in the little space between your bed and the wall.

"i'm sorry to bother you so late at night." the princess said, a gentle expression on her face. "oh, no, not at all, princess. what did you need?" "just irulan is fine. i was wondering if you'd seen paul. he wasn't in his study." you felt your stomach churn as the princess said his name. you shook your head, muttering a quick apology. "no, i haven't seen him today. maybe he went outside to get some fresh air." you lied. she gave your room a quick scan from where she stood and you knew she knew. she knew and decided to stay silent. "very well, have a good night." "you as well."

once the door closed, you were met with paul's bright blue eyes as he stood behind you, a soft but startled yell leaving you. you hadn't even heard him get up. he reached out and held your hand, gently squeezing it and kissing the back of it, letting his lips linger for a moment. paul then looked back up at you, leaning in and brushing his lips to yours one last time. "i'll see you soon..." he whispered against your lips, a soft hum of a response leaving you. you squeezed his hand, feeling your heart skip a beat. "yeah...see you soon..." he pulled away from you, making his way to the door and opened it a crack, glancing for anyone else that might be awake.

just as he was about to take his leave, you grabbed his hand, leaning back in to give him on final kiss. "good night." you murmured, your grip absentmindedly tightening. you didn't want to let him go, not now, not ever. not after knowing this would be the last night the two of you would share like this before paul went back to wearing that dreaded mask of indifference. "good night." you felt his hand slip from your as he took his leave, turning to meet your ocean blue eyes once last time. now you knew, he still loved you, even if he wouldn't show it.🌙

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[jellyleggz]

marred marriage | seo changbin

pairing: husband! seo changbin x gold digger! fem! reader

genre: marriage au, suggestive smut (18+)

synopsis: being so anal about commitments yet choosing to be stuck in a marriage is very confusing for you

warning(s): infidelity, crude language, sexual content (minors dni), mutual masturbation, pet names (darling, baby, babe), lowkey kinda toxic lmao 🫠

word count: 2k

You’ve come home late multiple nights a week without your husband questioning it and you are quite sure that he knows what you are up to.

It was quite obvious too. The engagement and wedding bands both absent from your ring finger. Cheap cologne lingering on your clothes. Wine red bruises blooming on your neck and collarbone.

The week after you got married to Changbin, you continued your lifestyle at bars and clubs as if you were still single. In your book, you were still single and still ready to mingle. After all, you only married your husband for his money and not for love.

Changbin is a workaholic working in the finance sector. He practically lives and breathes numbers. Other than the gym, nothing much happens in his personal life. But he is getting to that age when marriage is always asked in conversation. Many people ranging from his family, friends and coworkers had been urging him to finally settle. He decided that it was time. The man didn’t care for who he ends up with. Just as long as he gets settled.

The big problem is, no one seems to want to stick around for the long run. His dates would end up with the other person just not being interested in him or they have some commitment issues or they just want a quick fuck. The longer this went on, the more desperate Changbin got. He just wanted someone who was willing to stay. Fuck, love is not even the thing Changbin is looking for. Just someone who is willing to stick with him. And he is willing to provide too.

Fun is what you enjoy. Bars, clubs, casinos, speakeasies, fucking around with multiple people at the same time. You have absolutely no desire in staying in a committed relationship. Those were booooring to you. Having fun with different people in the ungodly hours of the night keeps you alive. It was fun. Relationships were not fun.

Your dates never lasted to second ones and it was only Changbin you were willing to give another date. Who wouldn’t want to bag a guy who works at finance?

It wasn’t until the fourth date where you were starting to show disinterest at him. He started bringing up marriage. YUCK. Right when you got up to leave, he grabs on to your wrist. His hold was firm yet not enough to hurt you.

You can sense the desperation from his eyes. “Please just please… I’ll provide for you. You can still live your life. I don’t care what you do. Just marry me… please.”

And here you are now. Changbin’s high rise condo is located at the heart of the city’s downtown. You are nursing a glass of wine on your hand while the other is holding your phone as you complain to your friend on the other side of the screen.

“I mean don’t get me wrong. I love him for his money but I just hate being tied to this marriage.” You take another small sip of wine.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was eavesdropping on this conversation since it started. You haven’t noticed that his bedroom door was ever so slightly ajar, making it easier to listen in. It was also helpful you had your phone on speaker mode.

“Girl. There are lots of other women out there who would kill to be in your position. He lets you fuck around while still giving you money.”

“Actually. He doesn’t know I’ve been fucking around. Or maybe he does I don’t know. He did say he doesn’t give a fuck about what I do with my life so I’ll take it. But at the same time. You know me. I hate commitments.”

And Changbin does give no fucks if you sleep around or not. It’s what you feel about this marriage that he worries about. Well granted he did kinda coerce you into giving in with his money but he just didn’t want you to leave. He needed another way for you to stay.

Later that night, you were getting dolled up to meet a Tinder date at a hotel. You cover your dress with a trench coat. Just as you were about to head out. You spot your husband sitting on the sofa.

“Going out somewhere tonight, darling?” He gives you a smile. Had it not been for that darling you would have thought this question had no underlying intent.

“I was gonna go meet up with Stacy at this new Thai restaurant that just opened,” you lie.

“Is that so?” He knew it was bullshit.

“I uhm…I thought you would be working tonight?”

Changbin took a gulp of scotch before answering. “Took the night off.” Which was not a lie. He genuinely needed a rest. But he also had plans for you.

“O-kay. I’ll be heading out now,” you say as you opened the door.

That’s when he dropped the big gun. “I don’t care who you sleep around with because baby, at the end of the day, you come back to this home. You come back to me.” You turn around with him giving you the biggest smirk on his face.

You closed the door and took a step forward to him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Shut up.” You gulp. What is your husband on?

Changbin finished his glass of scotch, placing it on the coffee table along with his glasses. Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him without glasses even after the wedding and well… he looks hot. Why is your husband hot?

He wanted to tease you. He wanted to fluster you and it’s working well so far. “You say that you hate his marriage but you never do anything to end it. You enjoy this life babe. You need me,” he says, as a matter of fact.

“I don’t need you…” Now your face was all tinged in pink. Changbin has always been nonchalant when it comes to your marriage but now, he definitely isn’t acting that way.

“Oh yeah? You don’t need me?” He crossed his arms making his biceps more pronounced. He is definitely teasing you now that you see through him. But what’s frustrating is you don’t understand what’s the point of this thing he is doing. Well. Two can play this game.

“Well. I definitely don’t need you for sex,” you retorted with a smug grin on your face.

“Are you saying that because you’re horny and wanna have sex right now?”

“What?! No! I’m just stating facts okay.”

“Hmm whatever floats your boat Y/N.” And he leaves to go back to his room.

What the hell just happened? Why was he teasing you all of a sudden? He doesn’t care, right? Why did he look so goddamn attractive while flustering you? All these questions swirling in your head like a tornado. Gosh! You needed a glass of water and a moment to compose yourself. You sent a text to your date that you were going to be late.

You needed time to clear your thoughts. But as soon as you were ready to go out of the door again, you heard noises coming from Changbin’s bedroom.

Per your principles, you shouldn’t be giving two shits for your husband. But your curiosity betrayed you and your principles. His door was slightly open and you can hear him moan your name like it’s all he’s ever known. Your hands didn’t hesitate to betray your principles as they push his door open. Curiosity killed the cat because why was he splayed out naked on his bed, moaning your name repeatedly while his hand was on his fat cock? His face contorts from pleasure to that akin to mischief.

Honestly, Changbin thought it wasn’t gonna work. He completely expected you were going to continue with that date. But you were here. His wife was here in his room.

He clears out his throat. “I thought you said you didn’t need me for sex?”

“You think so highly of yourself,” you scoff as you take off your trench coat. ”I’m not gonna fuck you okay.” You slide off your body fitting dress, revealing a pink, lacy lingerie meant for your date tonight. Fuck now you have to cancel out on him. Changbin lets out a whistle as he eye fucks your delicious curves. He can’t help but salivate at the way the lingerie compliments your body. He knew this show wasn’t originally intended for him but can’t he have a little fun with his wife? Technically you are his. And he is yours. The rings and documents prove it.

You slide the lacy panties on the side to give him a better view of your pussy. Softly and gently, you start stimulating your clit with your fingers. As you slide a finger in, you can feel how sopping wet your husband made you despite him not even giving you a single touch. That’s how it’s supposed to be between married couples, right? Satiating each other’s needs. But you hate it. You hate him making you feel this good. You can’t help but drown in this heavenly pleasure. What’s worse is that none of your hookups has ever made you feel this way.

Changbin starts stroking his cock once again. Beads of precum were leaking from his tip. God he was also wet. His face, all red and drenched in sweat. His pecks and torso drenched in sweat. He’s not like anyone you have slept with. He’s fucking beautiful, and you can’t help but speed the movement of your finger inside you, making you let out the most shameless, loud whines.

As if your husband wasn’t any better than you. Changbin’s moans are your new, delicious addiction. You never knew he could sound this delectable. To be fair, you didn’t want to be intimate with him whether physical or emotional in any sort of way but this… this is what you have been missing out on in the past almost nine months.

“Y/N—FUCK!” Him saying your name in such a lewd manner drives you crazy that it makes you insert another finger inside your cunt. You observe him speeding up his movement and the bliss he feels is almost palpable.

“Fuck Binnie keep moaning out my name like that!” you reciprocate as you keep hitting that one spot that drives you insane.

Your husband was not fairing any better. He spread his legs out more as if you’re not already basking in his naked beauty. His hips thrusting the air, wishing he was balls deep in your cunt and that your bodies were pressed against each other but alas this will do for now.

“Come with me?” he asks with pleading eyes.

“Y-yes Binnie!”

Grunts and whimpers float about Changbin’s room as hands work in tandem to pleasure each other despite the lack of contact. The sounds you both make got only louder as you both are reaching the precipice of euphoria.

“F-fuuuck!”

“S-shit shit SHIT!”

You squirted on his carpet and his cum landing on his bedsheet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Changbin keeps his gaze on you while you shyly looked away. What. Have. You. Done. What have you done?

Coming with your husband that’s what. But it’s not illegal or morally wrong, no? In fact, it more than heavily encouraged for married couples to come together.

Your life is a sitcom for all the choices you have made. And this is one of them. You weren’t supposed to have feelings for Changbin, which is once again in accordance to your principles. But fuck your principles when you’re starting to want him. To crave him.

“I uhm I’ll clean up your carpet. Let me get fixed up first,” you say as you pick up your dress and coat. He nods and you exit his room. Your back is immediately met on the other side of his door and you slide down to sit and contemplate your choices.

Shit well that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. You can’t possibly be having feelings for your husband even if it’s just lust. Lust is already potent enough and what more if you fall deeper for him. But it’s not even a matter of if but rather when you fall deeper for him. What. The. Fuck.

You realize that you are utterly fucked.

A/N: Hello! I finally got around to writing once again after 3 months! 😭 Honestly, I planned on immediately writing something after my summer class but it was just so hard getting back into the groove. But I’m so happy I got to post again. I hope you were able to enjoy this read as I enjoyed writing it 😊 Also, I’m considering having a part 2 for this fic so let me know if you are interested in it! Have a great day!!! :D

[the-fiction-witch]

Chats

Media - House Of The Dragon AU Character - Gwayne Hightower Couple - Gwayne X Reader Reader - Y/n (GF) Rating - 18+ Masturbating/ Sexting/ nudity Word Count - 2364

Gwayne lay down on the bed inside the guest room, letting out a sigh after a long day of dealing with his sister and the general chaos of the family having gathered under one roof. He didn’t really want to be involved in it all even just after two days of it he was already ready to pack his things into his car and scamper under the cover of night. But he knew he had to stay, he’d never near the end of it if he didn’t.

He pulled out his phone, the first time since arriving he’d even had the chance to look at it. And he saw one new message -

Y/n (Darling 💜) -

“Hey, how's Kings Landing?”

Gwayne (Hubby 💚) -

“It’s wonderful. So happy to be home 🫠 I swear to god it gets worse every time I visit, I’m surprised no one killed each other over dinner.”

“Aww yeah that does sound awful, are you okay though Gwayne? No trouble?”

“No trouble. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over, 😘”

“But I can't even give you a cuddle and a kiss to make you feel better 😥”

“I miss cuddling with you and receiving your kisses. Your embrace always makes my worries and concerns melt away and I feel safe in your arms.”

“Awww 😘😘”

“Your kisses are my favourite things in the world. They always make my heart flutter. I love you. 💋💖💞❤️‍🔥”

“Aww love you too Gwayne, 🥰💕 I'm sure it won't be too long till you can come home to Oldtown”

“Yes, although it's only been two days since I left Oldtown, it feels like a very long time. I miss you, my love. I can't wait to come back to Oldtown and see you again. When I return, I'll give you the tightest hug I can give, and then cover your face and neck with countless kisses.”

“I'll hold you to that 😘, it is very lonely here all by myself, I miss you 😥 the bed is far too big without you”

“When I come back to Oldtown, the first thing I'll do is give you the biggest, tightest hug I can give, then I'll cover your face and neck in countless kisses, and then, I'll pull you onto our bed and hold you in my arms all night. I miss you too. My days are far too long without you. All I can look forward to is hugging you tightly and giving you many kisses. 😘💖💞❤️‍🔥”

“Just hold me? Or will you do other things in our bed to show me how much you missed me Gwayne? 😈”

“Oh, I'll definitely do other things, my love. I'll show you how much I missed you with more than just hugs in bed. 😈”

“Ooooh ☺️”

“Indeed. My lips, my hands and my tongue will show you just how much I missed you while I was at Kings Landing. 💋👅😋”

“I'm sure you will, you do have such skills in that area 😝😈😘”

“My skills in that area are even better when I miss you. And I've missed you an awful lot lately. 😈😘🥰❤️‍🔥💋”

“Perhaps I should be a little mean 😉☺️😈💕”

Y/n then sent a photo of her in their bedroom in her green silk nightie

“Perhaps you should. 😈😘”

Gwayne replies with a photo, showing him sitting on the bed, dressed only in his jeans, leaning back, with his hands holding his hair and biting his lip 😋

“Awww now your being mean 😭 how can you show me that and not let me cuddle up and lay in my favourite spot 😭”

“Oh, we'll definitely cuddle up and lay in your favourite spot when I get back to Oldtown, my love. 😋🥰😘❤️‍🔥 And I'll kiss your hair and neck and face and give you many hugs and kisses, I promise. I'll love you all night. But, I will admit that being this far away from you is making me quite playful and naughty in our texts. 😈😘”

“I can tell 💜 naughty boy 😈”

“Oh, it's not my fault. You bring out the naughty in me, my love. 🥰😈😘 You make me want to be playful and frisky with you. 😈😋❤️‍🔥 And it's not my fault that I know you love it when I act naughty. 😏😘”

“Did you want me to stop? 😝”

Y/n sends another photo this one her nightie is tight against her body revealing her every curve and lack of bra, biting her lips as she wears his favourite purple lipstick

“Oh, please don't stop, my love. 😈😘”

Gwayne can't help but let out a little moan when he sees the new photo. He leans back and lets out a loud sigh, before replying with a photo this one showing Gwayne's lower body as he lies on his back, his jeans now pulled down a little, revealing his V and stomach,

“Oohh Gwayne 😘😘 didn't realise you missed me that badly 😉 what's going on in that lovely picture then? 💜”

“Oh, I can't help it. Seeing you in your lovely photos is making me miss you awfully. 😍😘😏”

“Awww you poor thing 😘😘😘”

“Yes. Without you, I'm in quite a desperate state, my love. 🥺😘💜”

The response is a photo of Gwayne's face with an exaggerated pout. A small drop of drool at the corner of his mouth

“Awww your drooling over me darling 💜 my poor desperate Gwayne all lovely and hard without his lady 😘😘 This you - 🤤😍”

Y/n then sent a picture of her blowing him a kiss with only he hands concealing her from the waist up,

Gwayne has to take several deep breaths before he replies to her latest photo. He bites his lower lip hard

“Oh, my love. Your photos are going to be the end of me. 💜💜😘”

Another photo follows, this one showing his lower body again, his jeans pulled down a little more, with one hand clearly inside them

“Oooh busy boy I see 😘👋”

“Well, I'm quite helpless to not be a naughty boy when I see your lovely photos. I can't exactly keep my hands to myself, now can I? 😈😘💜”

The photo he replies with shows his torso and head. His lower lip is very red from how hard he is biting it, there's a soft flush to his face, and his hair is now messy and dishevelled

“Can I see? 🥺 You know how much I love watching you play with it 😍😘”

“Of course you can, my love. How can I say no to you? ☺️💜😘”

A video follows, starting with Gwayne's face, looking at her while biting his lip, with a clear look of intense, barely contained need on his face. Slowly, the camera pans out and down his body, until it reached his lower body, and shows his hand in his jeans The camera then moves again, this time showing his hand moving and his lower body arching up from the bed, until he lets out an intense little gasp and his muscles contract, followed by him letting out a long, low moan

“Ooohh Gwayne darling 😘😘😘💕 i should have known you missed be that badly my poor poor darling so desperate without me 💜🍆”

“Ohhh, yes. I'm very desperate without you, my love. 😣💜😘 Gods, I need you right now. 💜💜💜”

Y/n sends a video of her own she blows him a kiss and then pulls back her hands letting him see her bare breasts

“This what you miss so much darling 😘😘🍼”

“Oh oh oh 🤤😍💜💜💜”

After watching it, Gwayne is completely lost for a moment, his mind clouded. It takes a while before he responds, and all he can write, is an incoherent jumble of letters, clearly typed one-handed

“My love. I'm so sorry for my incoherent message just now. I just couldn't type anything after seeing you in that video. You're too damned gorgeous. 💜💜🔥🔥🔥”

“Awww 😘😘😘 my poor Gwayne all lonely and desperate 😭 but we both know why you were only typing one-handed 👋 the other ones busy isn't it? 🍆”

“Oh gods. Yes. Yes it is. 😘😘😈💜🍆 I miss you so much, my love. I need you so badly.”

“My poor darling 😘 how about a little something to help you? 🍾”

Y/n then sends a little video as she pushes the nightie away completely and lets the camera see everything, she moves to start slowly rubbing on her slit and the video ends just as she softly moans his name

“Ohohohhoh. Ohhh gods. Yes. Please 😍💜🥰😘”

Gwayne is almost completely lost when he watches the video, and has to take a little time to recover, before he responds

“My love. That was absolutely wonderful, but it's made me need you even more now. You're amazing, my goddess 😍💜💜”

“If you send me a video I'll send you one too, if you hurry I'll let you watch me ⛲”

“Ohhh yes. I'll send it. I can't wait to see more of you 💜”

The video Gwayne sends starts with his face. He's flushed, his hair is a mess and there's a clear look of desperate need in his eyes. After letting her see his face, the camera then slowly travels down his body, until it reaches his lower body, and shows his hand busy with his hard cock,

“Awww my poor darling 😘😘”

She replies with her own video showing her thrusting her fingers inside herself,

“Ohh, my love. You're so good to me. 💜💜💜”

His own breathing is becoming erratic, and his hand picking up speed as he watch her video again, and again

she then sent a cute little picture of a small silicone toy on their bedsheets

“Can I? As your not here... Pretty please 🥺🥺😘”

“Oh, my love. You can do whatever you want. I don't mind one bit. As long as I can watch you do it, I'd be happy. 💜😘”

“😘💜”

Y/n sends the video, showing off everything, she first gives the toy a kiss and then moves it down her body and begins to work showing him everything form the perfect angle as she loudly moans his name

“Mmmmm ohhhhhh. You're so good to me, my love. 💜💜💜💜”

He can't take his eyes off the video, he's clearly completely lost as he watches her, and his hand is beginning to move faster, while he lets out some soft moans of his own, He watches the video a few times, his breathing becoming more deep and erratic while he does. After a few repeats of it, his free hand moves up to gently and desperately grip his hair, while his imagination is no doubt full of her, and his intense need and desire to be with her. Soon, he can't keep just watching the video on his phone anymore, he has to set it down, so he can use both hands while he still watches the screen. His body is visibly shaking with need, and his head thrown back a little bit

“Ohhhh my love. I need you so badly, my darling. My sweet, beautiful, perfect, incredible, gorgeous love. 💜💜💜💜😘”

He's so lost in this moment, his breathing is getting faster by the second, and he's biting his lower lip again, staring at her video on his screen, with intense, needy desire

“Aww my desperate darling, 😘 I need you too. Please let me watch you when you do it you know how I love seeing it 🍾”

“Oh yes, my love. You can watch me. I'd love nothing more than for you to see me like that. 💜😘❤️‍🔥😈”

He's completely lost, his eyes fixed on the little video she sent, as he moves a bit faster, watching himself on his phone while he looks at her video, thinking intently of her, and missing her so badly in this moment

Y/n sends another video much more fast and intense letting him see everything as she squeals and whines getting closer

“Ohohohh ohhhhhh. You're so good to me my love. You're so perfect. I need you so bad. 💜💜💜💜😘😘😘”

He's completely lost in the moment, his body trembling and quivering as he moves a bit faster, watching himself on his phone, while he looks at her video, his eyes fixed intently on it while his breath comes out in gasps, moans, and desperate sighs

she sent the next video and this on tipped him over, as she touched and used the toy which sent her screaming his name as she orgasmed,

“Ohohohhhhh mmmm ohhh gods. Oh, my love. 💜💜💜💜”

He lets out a string of words which are mostly her name, or things like "I love you", or "I need you" and "you're perfect". As he made sure to send over the video as he came across his stomach, His body is still shaking, and the sounds he's making would give the game away if anyone heard him, He takes a few moments to recover after the video, letting out a few soft gasps for air, and breathing heavily. He looks completely wrecked, utterly spent, but at the same time, still filled with need with want for her

Y/n sent him a picture of her utterly spent her toy beside her, a wet patch on their bed, and blowing him a kiss

He's completely stunned by the look on the picture, and he can't stop himself from moaning out loudly when he looks at it. He just stares at it for a while, before replying with a photo of his bare chest and stomach, as he lies on his bed. He's breathing heavy, and clearly still recovering from the moment, but she can tell he absolutely loves everything he sees

“Awww all messy 🍾🍾 and I'm not there to clean you up 🥺 however will my darling clean up without me 👅🫦”

“Oh my love, you have no idea how I want you here to clean me up. I can barely get off this bed to clean myself up without you. You're too good to me. 💜💜💜🔥😘😋”

“Ohh my love. You're too good to me. I need to find some way to reward you the moment I'm back home. 💜💜💜💜”

“And I don't have you to clean me up either 🥺 and my little toy is nothing compared to my sweet Gwayne 😘😘”

“You’re Sweet 😘 You really tried me out darling ❤️‍, I’m gonna get some sleep I’ll text you in the morning Okay?”

Y/n (Darling 💜) -

“Aww Okay, Goodnight Gwayne, love you 😘😘😘”

She sends over a cute photo of her cuddled in bed blowing him a kiss,

So he quickly sends one back to her,

Gwayne (Hubby 💚) -

“Goodnight Darling, Love you more 😘😘😘” 

[daydreaming-in-letters]

From the Shrike Windmill Studios vid! Which is possibly my most favorite look of his my god. Whatever you want to do with this—fluffy, steamy, whatever—but my god his eyes 🫠 had to share it

This was a most unfair attempt to ruin me. How dare you throw that picture my way? I hope this is what you had in mind. I tried to stay as close to the scenario of the video and the song as possible.

Warning: brief talk about alcohol; slightly smutty

This was torture. He had never felt more alone or more out of place even though he was surrounded by people he loved in a place he usually felt so at home in. But today, it was not merely hard to focus, to remember the lines and notes that had sprung from his own mind, it was impossible. Images of you, of you and him together, kept constantly replaying on the oversized screen at his cinema of memories. 

Last night, you and him, it had been messy. The best kind. Tangled limbs and sweat-soaked skin, and those kisses. Deep and passionate, set on consuming the both of you whole. He was sure they had left an imprint on his soul, never to be erased again. 

It had been everything his heart desired, but not at all the way he had wanted it to be. And now all he could think about was that it might have sent the wrong message, that instead of bringing you closer to him, it had driven you away for good, especially since you had been gone this morning, not a trace of you to be found, as if you had never shared that night in the first place. No forgotten items of clothing, no lipstick on the pillows, not even the tiniest mark left on his body to prove that he had been yours. 

Only his shirt had held the faintest scent of you, a little reminder that his lovesick mind had not just dreamed it all up. But even that might be nothing but his imagination running wild. He had put it on this morning anyway, keeping you close, just a little longer. 

In the end, it had not turned out to be his wisest choice. It was distracting, making him forget the words he was about to sing or pick the wrong strings, so much so that he could feel the nerves of his band members wearing thin upon his lack of concentration. 

Luckily, this time he had almost made it to the end of the song without messing up, when another wave of your scent forced his eyes shut in a feeble attempt not to lose focus. Thick and heady it invaded his nostrils, sparking the memory of your moan close to his ear. It had been his name that had rolled over your lips on the peak of your passion, it had echoed from the walls of the dimly lit room, and set every last fibre of his heart into motion. It was still humming in the reverberation. 

But when he finally opened his eyes again, it suddenly stopped. There you were, looking just as miserable as he felt, his chest pierced by a violent sting upon the hint of puffiness around your eyes. 

“Can we talk?” you mouthed without making a sound and the casual wink and nod he chose to answer your question with could barely hide that these three words had been enough to pull the rug and send him spiralling into an abyss of anxiety. 

He had no idea how his legs had mustered the strength to move, but he found himself walking anyway, following you to some place quiet while the rest of the world drowned out around him. He could barely make out someone’s annoyed voice over the white noise in his ears, uttering a miffed, “Let’s take five then, shall we?”

He felt claustrophobic, the walls slowly closing in on him as he let you lead him down the corridor and into some tiny room at the far end he was sure he had never been in before. 

“Look,” you began, your voice frail and choked, and even the tiniest drop of hope he had been harbouring like a miser until now, that this might somehow still end well, evaporated, “about last night. I…can we just…well, I know you didn’t mean to…you’d probably had a few drinks and…things just happened, I guess.”

His brain needed a moment to process your words.

“A few drinks?” What were you even talking about? “I’ve never been more sober in my entire life.”

He watched as a myriad of emotions washed over your face, leaving deep creases on your forehead.

“You mean…”

A frustrated sigh escaped his lungs and he immediately wished he could take it back. You would surely take this the wrong way, assuming he was annoyed by your lack of comprehension, when he would never. Instead it was his own inability to make his feelings for you clear that vexed him beyond reason.

“What I mean is that everything I said, every single thing I did, is exactly what I meant to do. What I have been meaning to do for so long now. But if this is not what you want, just say the word and we’ll never have to talk about last night again.”

Moments went by, possibly mere seconds of your silence, and still they felt like an eternity in the depths of Tartarus. This was agony, his personal living hell, and what made it even worse, it had been born from his own reckless behaviour. This needed to stop, and if you could not end this futile endeavour, he would.

“I see.”

Two words, it did not take more, and still they had cost him everything. He needed to leave, now, because he could not stand being so close, knowing full well that the two of you would never be close again. And so he turned, not sure if there was anything he could say to make this less awkward, when your hand wrapped around his wrist out of nowhere.

“No, you don’t.”

Your voice was dry and measured, forming the perfect contrast to the language your hands spoke. Frenzied fingers fisted his grey undershirt to pull him closer until your bodies collided, the momentum sending you stumbling backwards. He barely just managed to soften the impact, one hand pressed against the wall, the other cupping the back of your head. 

In the blink of an eye the same fever that had befallen you last night took hold of you both again. You moaned against his lips as his mouth met yours, falling open instantly to taste you and allow you his familiar taste in return. 

He wanted you, more than he had ever thought it possible to want someone, but he could not. Not here. Not like this. He wanted to properly make love to you this time. To show you what he truly wanted, how his heart was beating for you, so you would never doubt his feelings for you ever again. 

And so he stopped, his hand finding your cheek, tender thumb gliding along your cheekbone in a silent apology. He knew you understood, you had always understood him better than anyone. Still it was him who could not resist the lure of your lips now. They were still trembling from the sensual kiss you had shared, and he needed to feel them again, just once, just for a blink of time. One last taste to get him through the rest of the day before he would at last have you all to himself again tonight. 

[mssorceressupreme]

hiii, i really love your minho ficc, its just so good 😭. and i wonder if i could make a request? anw, im sorry for my bad english 🫠

it's minho x fem reader, when the reader is her gf and the one who caught the flare instead of newt when trying to save him from wicked

hiii thank you bae 🥹🫶🏼 of course, I’m delighted to write this for you!! I wasn’t sure if you wanted said reader to live or die for this but for the sake of a happy ending I’ll make a her live LMAOO but I’ll still make it angsty-ish?

——

Lose You

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: in which you caught the flare, and Minho will do anything not to lose you.

Warnings: mentions of blood, collapsing, injuries and explosions

——

The Last city was chaos—fire and smoke filled the air, the deafening sounds of battle surrounded you. You clung to consciousness, your vision blurring as you fled WCKD’s facility.

Thomas, Newt and Gally were ahead, their figures barely visible through the haze, but Minho stood right beside you, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring.

“Keep moving guys!” Thomas shouted over his shoulder, though he paid a little more attention to you as he knew about your condition. Minho on the other hand, was oblivious.

You guys had just escaped the facility, no way were you going to break the news to him so soon. Especially since you knew that he would hate himself for not being able to keep you safe given his protective nature.

You nodded, trying to keep up with Thomas, but each step felt like a monumental effort. The adrenaline that had fuelled your rescue mission was fading, replaced by a deep, gnawing fatigue.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and a sharp pain throbbed in your chest. The world around you spun, and your injuries from fighting the WCKD soldiers previously were worsening.

The boys came to a halt and the five of you stopped behind a pillar, shielding yourselves from the gunfires and erupting explosions temporarily.

“We’re almost there, just need to wait for a clear coast.” Gally affirmed, glancing to you swiftly to check if you were alright.

You gasped, inhaling for air, before your legs gave in, “Minho…” you weakly called out.

Minho caught you in his arms to stop your fall, gently stroking your head, “Y/N!” His voice was frantic while he held you upright.

You tried to speak to reassure him, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you looked up at him, your vision dimming and saw the panic in his eyes.

You felt your chest tightening and your lungs closing in on you, breathing was a struggle but you continued panting and gasping for air and coughing.

Minho was saying something but you found it hard to focus. All you could see was the way his face twisted in fear and concern.

Another bomb exploded near you, causing the five of you to stumble.

“Stay low guys!” Newt yelled out, “Don’t breathe in the smoke!”

“Y/N stay with me,” Minho begged, while sitting on the floor to get a firmer grip of you, while you rested in his lap. Thomas helped lower you down to prevent you from getting injured further.

Minho glanced down at your arm, and his eyes widened in horror.

You followed his gaze and saw the dark, web-like veins spreading all over your arm. Your heart sank as you realised how quickly the virus had spread, you felt that your chances of surviving were now slim.

“No,” Minho whispered, his voice trembling, “No, no, no….”

“Minho…” You managed to choke out.

He lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. “We’re going to get you out of here,” he assured, “I’m not losing you, do you hear me? I’m not losing you!”

Newt came to check up on you, his eyebrows furrowing in concern, “Brenda has the serum, we’ve got to get to her now!”

“How long has she been like this?…” Minho whispered to Newt, not wanting me to hear.

Thomas answered before Newt, “She’ll be alright, let’s just get her to the serum. She’ll be okay Minho.” He put his arm on Minho’s shoulder as a form of consolation.

“We need to move now!” Gally commanded, helping you up from Minho’s lap.

“I’ll carry her! You guys cover me!” Minho shouted, while picking you up bridal style, holding you closely to his chest.

The battle raged around you, but Minho moved with a single-minded focus, dodging gunfire and explosions. You could feel his heart pounding against you, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

Thomas and Newt reappeared, “How is she holding up?”

You were still breathing heavily and rapidly, gasping for every bit of oxygen.

Minho lifted your sleeve, “It’s spreading like wildfire…” his voice wavering slightly.

“We need to get her to the Berg now.” Thomas firmly said, loading up his gun before running through the battling city again.

As Minho ran, you could feel your consciousness slipping. The edges of your vision darkened and your body felt heavier with each passing second. You tried to keep your eyes open, to stay focused, but the flare was growing stronger, darkening your mind.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” He whispered, “Stay with me baby.”

Just then, your mind became total blackness.

A violent shudder wracked your body, a guttural growl escaped your lips. Your limbs twisted in unnatural angles, feeling an overwhelming urge to lash out. The world around you turned red and you shoved Minho with inhuman strength, causing him to drop you from his arms.

“Y/N, NO!” Minho shouted, voice filled with horror and desperation.

You growled at him again, black blood dripping from your mouth. Eyes bloodshot, veins popping out from your neck and arms.

You then lunged at Minho, nails sharp, a snarl escaping your lips. Your mind screamed at your body to stop, but the flare had taken over, turning you into a crank.

Minho dodged the attacks, eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and pleas, “Y/N! It’s me, Minho!”

You ignored him and continued to attack, trying to lunge at him with a knife.

“Gally, Thomas, Newt! Run ahead and get the serum from Brenda now!” Minho shouted, the other three fleeing as a result.

“I’m not fighting you! I refuse to!” He yelled, dodging every hit.

“Y/N, fight it!” He pleaded, dodging yet another swipe.

“I can’t…” the human side of you managed to whisper, before the flare occupied your mind again.

“I know you’re in there. Fight it!” He managed to pin you down, being on top of you.

Your body moved on its own, a primal urge to destroy and fight everything in your path. Minho blocked your attacks, eyes filled with tears.

Minutes felt like hours as you fought, each movement filled with pain and sorrow. Just when you thought you would lose yourself completely, you heard footsteps approaching.

Thomas appeared clutching the serum, “Catch!” He tossed it to Minho.

Thomas threw the serum to Minho. With one last sorrowful look at you, he plunged the needle into your arm. The effect was immediate.

The red haze lifted, and your body went limp. Darkness consumed you and you collapsed into Minho’s arms. Total darkness.

——

You slowly opened your eyes, the chaos was gone. You sat up and checked your surroundings, to your surprise, you were lying in the Berg, its engines humming softly. There were around 30 kids here, along with your fellow gladers.

Minho sat beside you, his hand clasped tightly around yours.

“Minho?” You croaked, your voice weak.

His eyes snapped to yours, relief flooding his face. “Y/N! You’re awake!!”

“I…I thought I lost you.” You whispered, tears streaming down your face, “I had a dream we fought and…oh, I’m so sorry…”

He pulled you into his arms, “It’s alright baby. You’re safe now,” he said, “We’re heading to the Safe Haven. We made it.”

You smiled weakly, heart swelling with love and relief, “I love you, Minho.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He replied, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

As the Berg soared through the sky, you knew you had a long road ahead, but with Minho by your side, you felt ready to take on the next challenge. Together, you would find a way to survive and build a new life in the Safe Haven.

[lu-zijing]

So.... BSD Chapter 117.....

NOOOOOooooOOOO- I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST NO MAIN CHARACTER WOULD DIE IN BSD UNLIKE JKKkkkkkk—

But also... :D

DAMN GOOD FREAKING STUFF—

Ahem, big spoilers under the cut ofc- (If I didn't already ruin that—

Here are some quick thoughts about the new chapter, 'cause I saw someone do it and now I wanna do it too. Let's all suffer and glee together.

*SNIFF*

This is my first time reading a chapter the DAY it comes out and DAMN I got a FULL-SERVED PLATE With Anguish, Excitement, Undefined feelings, and just.. other feelings, as well, served dangerously close AND MIXED together.......

✨✨✨✨✨🥹🫠

The whole thing about Aya and Bram is just so Heart aching and Beautiful..!！!!！

The fact that Aya did exactly what Bram's daughter had promised him, And that he then called her, his daughter.

The meaning of what he said... ”YOU，YOURSELF，MUST BECOME THE KNIGHT.“

SO BEATIFULLLL✨✨✨😭

And This.... JUST THISSS

Why does it always hurt so much more when there is a promise like this in a flashback right when a character dies.

.

AND THE FREACKING FACT THAT BRAM SAW HIS DAUGHTER AND LIKELY THE MOTHER AS HE DIED ...!!!!

That did actually make me feel better.

Sniff.....

"The first time" he died, I was definitely in the classic denial- you all know it- But this time I can accept it.

I really appreciate Aya and Bram got this talk, and that we got to see Bram go off like that. And like I have already seen some people mention, I agree that it's a good thing Bram really died.

Please don't come at me as well—

I am definitely not an enjoyer of character deaths, and in most cases, no- just all cases, I would just want to get them back, Don't get me wrong I REALLY hoped Bram would come back..!

But I also agree that sometimes, making a character die some kind of big death, （maybe self-sacrifice for example）and then just bringing them back without anything to it can be a bit - Unforfillling no matter how happy it may be they came back.

And now when Bram did die,

And since he got such a nice ending, talking to Aya and seeing his daughter, and wife(?) I can live with this. I wouldn't complain if he came back though- NO- I mean- He deserves his happy ending- If you could call it that given the circumstances.

Point being, GOOD DAMN WRITING AS ALWAYS ASAGIRI!!!✨✨✨✨

But...

BUT THAT CERTAINLY IS NOT THE CASE FOR KUNIKIDA RIGHT NOW ASAGIRI I AM IN DENIAL—

WHICHEVER GODS YOU BELIEVE IN DOSTOEVSKY I HOPE THEY DON'T LIKE YOU...!

I can see Bram, but I did NOT expect Asagiri to do this to a main character like him- Kunikida was never really a character I looked that much into, but to you who did- I can imagine the self-denial must have hit HARD some places on earth right now.....

No- I REALLY LIKE HIM TOO WHO AM I KIDDING, I guess I'm just not crying as hard as I would if it was Chuuya or Dazai for example- Oh Dazai.

I am genuinely scared to see how he will react to Kunikida's death. They are close. We all know Dazai likes to annoy those close to him.

And the fact he may even blame himself for not figuring it all out sooner... I really hope he and Chuuya stay together for some time..

...Could this be potentially Dazai angst in plain view of everybody? Characters and readers as well? I wanna see both the Agency and Chuuya see him breaking down at some point..

Am I too evil considering the current circumstances-? Okay sorry, maybe not sorry-

....

On one side I really wanna see how well Chuuya would do in a fight against Amenogozen, and on the other, I am scared considering even a character like Kunikida would die. a MAIn-

To be honest, I am genuinely not sure whether or not he is really dead.

The Agency can easily survive a stab to the chest, and that's why this hits harder.

It wasn't the stab wound that killed him, It would have if Yosano hadn't come in time, yes, but that doesn't matter now, because rather it was because of the fact that the stab wound turned him into BUBBLES Amenogozen swallowed, that he died.....

Which makes me wonder.... We don't know anything about those bubbles. What if people who died like that can be brought back if Amenogozen is killed/defeated or something like that?

Maybe Amenogozen can bring them back if it's willing itself?

That may be a little too hopeful, but STILL!

WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THOSE BUBBLES...!!!!

It sure is damn SURE that we don't know anything about them yet, so I will keep a little hope for now.

And a last thing about Amenogozen, His EYES-

Not alone the fact that meeting his- or its(?) gaze did that, but also the fact that its eyes are shaped like three "parts/spots" considering it is a "Tripartite Fusion" I found that detail pretty awesome..!

ALSO THE FACT THAT A SINGULARITY CAN HAPPEN WITH THREE PARTS AS WELL!!!!

I guess if two things can then why not three but still!! It was a fusion between two Swords and a Human!!! This is really something to behold..!!!

(okay, to be honest, I am still not completely sure of how a normal singularity even works, so please excuse me if I'm wrong, and tell me how it works instead  🥲 ))

Haahhh, Okay let's end this on something happy.

AKUTAGAWA IS BACK BABYYY OH YEAHHHH!!!

THE FREACKING FACT THAT AKUTAGAWA BASICALLY PROMISED BRAM HE WOULD LOOK AFTER AYA—

Someone better do a redraw or coloring of this Panel- Am already heavily considering it myself-

Akutagawa sure has had some serious character development in this story- AND. I. LOVE. ITTTT ！！！！

I could not see him saying that at the start of the story, especially at least to someone he barely knew.

He even said "UNDERSTOOD" As if he not only promised but also, well.. Understood them.

I hope he and Aya actually get some kind of friendship and actually, well, talk, and it isn't just Akutagawa saying this and doing it, but never really speaking with her.

I am a BIG fan of character interaction between big/main characters or characters you like, that you maybe wouldn't normally think about interacting, with or just haven't really interacted with before -Like how I desperately hope Atsushi and Chuuya get to talk, and not just one time, but get some kind of at least somewhat good friendship- THAT WOULD BE AWESOMEEE

I really hope Akutagawa and Aya will talk now as welll!!! I hadn't even imagined this duo before, but I wanna see it!

And also guys, this panel is also stunning, let's all just get that settled.

I LOVE the effect, but it doesn't beat the rendering in Akutagawa's comeback panel

I didn't expect Amenogozen to be able to talk. But ah well... I guess it makes sense. They still have a human body... kinda......

Anyhow, Thanks for reading! I would love to hear some thoughts in the comments, reblogs, or whatever, if you're wanting to share some thoughts about thisss!!

Oi, oi! And one last thing!

This panel:

This.

I find it incredibly Ironic that that even Bram who was called a demon, a devil- Vampires, that usually is the Enemy of god, yet he still refers to the Lord in Heaven himself in his despair.

To refer to god, like this in his despair -even as a vampire- just like any other, really hit me hard. He had feelings just like any other human.

Ofc, he does say it in anger, but a faithful human in this situation could easily have done the same. So whether or not he liked god before or even now, As a vampire, I just thought he wouldn't even mention god in a situation like that. But he did.

Also, both his daughter and likely Wife (or Lover) looked quite human, didn't they?

It's hard to say with the woman, but at least the daughter didn't have pointy ears. So I guess Bram even fell for a Human back in the day， huh?

He was human himself in the past, but he must have already been a vampire at this point. He clearly has those pointy ears and the same looks as present, in the flashback with his daughter.

....Wow.. now that you think about it, his whole story must be incredibly interesting and sad....

Anyhowww, seems I could keep going, so I will wrap it up for now- Like I said, do comment or whatever, with your thoughts!! Would love to discuss this- We have a whole month until the next update guys. Let's get this talk going

[safetycar-restart]

we (i) need some more cat!max !!! you know how some cats don’t like other people and will like hiss at them, i imagine max to be exactly like this. he loves his partner (obviously, you’re his everything) but around other people he’s like 🧍‍♂️😾 maybe one day he’s sitting with you in the sun (making biscuits !!! cat!max would sooooo knead his hand on your side and he’s so sleepy he doesn’t register that he’s even doing it but it’s sooo sweet 🫠) and a couple mutual friends come over and he knew they were coming, he just hadn’t realised that much time had passed so he’s just sitting there frowning the whole time with his tail constantly moving against you to maintain your attention !!!

i love cat!max with my whole heart ❤️‍🩹 love you 💞💞

Oh my god yes. I think I might once again be obsessed with the hybrid!au.

So firstly, we said that before you max used to always repress his cat instincts because growing up he was told they were signs of weakness and vulnerability and would distract him from racing.

It's only when you come along and help him that he starts to really embrace it. Sidenote, maybe when you start dating him you just automatically start to do some stuff that you know cat hybrids normally love and Max is so confused about why you're being so nice to him encouraging him.

Anyway, once Max gets over that hurdle, his cat instincts come out in full force. But only with you. He's still very shy and uncomfortable about showing it around anyone else. He's slowly starting to open up to his trainer and some key members of his team, but it's a VERY slow process.

So when you tell Max you have friends coming over, he is NOT happy because that means someone is gonna come and take your attention away from him! As far as Max is concerned from the moment you get home, it's like a switch flicks and he's able to just enjoy being a cat hybrid.

Your friends only come in the afternoon, so you give Max as much time as possible. You even decide to fuck and overstimulate him to make sure he's good.

The issue with that though, is that once Max is all fucked out and tired and just so so happy and cosy, all he wants to do is just lay on your chest and kneading your tummy and purring. Which you let him do of course, you could never deny him that.

Except that your friends arrive before Max has gotten his fill of post sex cuddles and snoozing and he is NOT happy. You tell him that he can stay in the bedroom and you'll just tell your friends that he isn't there, but no! No that's even worse because then he wouldn't even be able to see you!

Which is how you end up sharing a couch with a very pissed off Max who has his tail very firmly wrapped around you and is refusing to engage in conversation. Luckily, your friends are understanding and know how territorial cat hybrids can be so honestly it just tells them that you're clearly keeping Max very happy.

When your friends leave, Max is immediately rubbing himself ALL over the couches and pillows and stealing some of your hoodies to do the same with because now the apartment smells like your friends and max does not like it.

Once he's satisfied, he just plonks down on you and rubs his head against you until you start patting his back and stroking him and you have to do this for like two hours before Max forgives you for ending post sex cuddles early.

[reallypleasanttree]

Part of the Obamitsu Soulmate AU I’m planning

“I’m Obanai by the way,” he introduced himself. 

“I’m Mitsuri,” she said as she opened the bandaid wrapper. Mitsuri tried to use her left hand to place the bandaid over her right hand with little success. The bandage fell on the floor. 

“Do you want help?” Obanai asked as if he had not been watching her struggle for the last minute. He unzipped the top pocket and pulled out a new band aid. Not waiting for her response, he reached for her right hand. When they touched, goosebumps appeared on her forearm. Her heart quickened as he held her hand still and put the bandaid over the webspace. 

“Thanks again,” Mitsuri said as she grabbed her note cards to start quizzing her classmate. 

“No problem,” Obanai said. The rest of the afternoon they reviewed Mitsuri’s meticulously crafted note cards, notes, and study guides from their previous tests. 

“I’ll be here tomorrow before the midterm if you want to join me,” Mitsuri offered. 

“Yes, as long as you don’t hurt yourself again,” Obanai said, glancing down at her bandaged hand.

“Deal!”  ——-

Obanai was in the library before her. They went over experimental design, participant recruitment, and methodology until they had to pack their backpacks and head to Wisteria Hall. 

On the way, Obanai drilled her over the bell curved graph and levels of significance. When they got to the classroom Mitsuri took the seat next to him in the back. Mr. Ubuyashiki handed out the midterm and the race began. 

Obanai finished the test before her and left after throwing his pencils into his backpack’s side pocket. Mitsuri used every minute provided to reread each question and ensure she answered it completely. She was the last one to finish. 

“Mitsuri,” she heard her name as soon as she exited the classroom. She turned to her left to see Obanai sitting on the floor. He stood up and strode over. “How do you think you did?” 

Mitsuri felt like her brain was melting with everything she crammed into it and finishing the test. “Well, but I feel like I just ran a marathon. Do you have another class here?” She asked, wondering why he stayed. 

“No, I’m done for the day. I only have this class and my 7:30 class on Thursdays,” he explained. Did he wait here for her…? Her stomach did a backflip.  Don’t think too far into it. He’s being nice.

“What’s that one?” Mitsuri asked. 

“Principles of biochemistry. I’m majoring in zoology,” Obanai answered. 

“That’s awesome! I thought about doing marine biology for a while, but I heard the job market was pretty limited,” she said. “Not that you’ll have trouble I’m sure. You seem super smart.”

“You could say that. I want to do research,” he said. She wanted to stay and talk, but unfortunately, she couldn’t. Mitsuri pulled out her phone and handed it to Obanai. 

“Can you put in your number? I have another class, but can I text you later?” Mitsuri said and smiled shyly. 

“Sure,” Obanai said and typed in his number. She imagined he was smiling under the mask as she took her phone back. “Talk to you later then,” he added. 

——-

Mitsuri: Hi! 

Obanai: How was class?

Mitsuri: Good. It was hard paying attention after the midterm 🫠 my brain was fried

Obanai: It was stats heavy, but it was the basics. Nothing too difficult. 

Mitsuri: I never took stats in high school. 

Obanai: You’re a freshmen?

Mitsuri: Yes! What about you?

Obanai: Junior. That’s why I never saw you  

Mitsuri: why? Were you looking for me? 😆

Obanai: Not really. I never met someone with pink hair before. It’s unique. 

Mitsuri stared at her phone and felt heat under her cheeks. Her new friend could be saying it was unique or unique. One was a compliment and other was a backhanded compliment. She hoped it was the first. 

Mitsuri: Thanks! Do you want to study with me again sometime? 

Obanai: sure. 

Mitsuri: hurray! 😋 I’ll bring snacks next time!  ——

“You know you can still come out with us tonight,” Shinobu said as she bent over the bathroom sink to put on mascara. Shinobu, her older sister, and a few others were going to a house party thrown by the Uzui brothers. They were notorious for throwing the loudest and wildest parties.

 Mitsuri looked down at her pajamas. Shinobu invited her to go out earlier in the week, but declined. Mitsuri hadn't slept well the past few nights. Her stomach constantly felt empty even though she ate five plates for dinner and snacked before bed. It was almost like hunger pains. A side effect of Apath.

She never starved herself. The last time had been a year ago when she attempted to go off Apath. It didn’t go well. Her soulmate was still cutting and when her wrists felt the cold winter air, she winced in pain. Maybe she needed to talk to her doctor about upping her dose. Her lips twisted. Her doctor said she nearly hit the max dose. Once she did, they would have to add as needed meds like NoAche. That medication was used for soulmates who had chronic pain like fibromyalgia or migraines. Maybe she should start thinking about going off Apath again. 

“Mitsuri?” Shinobu asked and stood up straight to study her roommate. 

“Oh, sorry, I think I’ll stay in,” Mitsuri said. “I need to catch up on sleep.” 

“Alternatively, you could party with us. By the time you get back you’ll crash. Problem solved,” Shinobu smirked. “You’ve only been to one party. You need to live a little. Who knows maybe you’ll find your soulmate tonight?” She teased. Mitsuri rubbed her elbow. Shinobu knew she took a suppressant, so the likelihood of finding them was low. 

“You know that’s not possible,” Mitsuri said. Shinobu shrugged and hugged her. 

“Well, you could always find someone to entertain you. It’s not like you have to wait to meet your soulmate to hook up,” Shinobu suggested. 

[ramsashi]

My LIs from Romance Club

Sails in The Fog: Sebastian???

Moonborn: MAX!! OH GOD HE'S SO COOL!!

My Hollywood Story: Mike

Queen in 30 Days: Queen in 30 Days: I used to like Adam, but he started to creep me out in the final season, so now I'm aiming for Richard and Leonard for the achievement. LMAO

Shadows of Saintfour: Luke Morring (or should I call the bootleg version of young Leo DiCaprio? LMAO. TBH, I wanted to have Ethan as the main LI. too bad, he was not even a casual LI.

Wave Patrol: Jake (I initially wanted Alek, but he's in jail for a long time?? How can an FBI agent wait that long for his freedom?)

Seduced by The Rhythm: Hiro (I broke up twice with Charles because of him. lmao)

Chasing You: Alexander Nielsen (EDWARD & CHRISTOPHER were tempting!!)

Heaven's Secret: NO NEED TO PURSUE ANOTHER LI, STAY LOYAL TO HIS MAJESTY, LUCIFER

Legend of The Willow: KAZU ALL THE WAY <33

Path of the Valkyrie: Now is Ullr (I didn't know that I have to stay single to pursue Thor. I'm going to replay this book)

Rage of the Titans: Adrian (the old flame is still on fire 🔥)

Sophie's Ten Wishes: SEXY BENEDICT <33

Sins of London: Not impressed that much with Glasthyn, Should I replay this book to pursue Sherlock?

On Thin Ice: Dom

Arcanum: Liam, my softie heart <33

Gladiator Chronicles: SO HARD TO CHOOSE A LI in this book. I ended up with Paulina, now I want to pursue Stortia

Heart of Trespia: Wyatt, my softie boy

Kali: Call of Darkness: Amrit (although I've tried to pursue Killian or Ratan to the end, I failed)

The Flower from Tiamat's Fire: Niall

Theodora: Lawrence!! replaying this book 3 times, only ended up choosing Lawrence all over again.

The One Volume 1: Deshawn

PSI: UGH...I'M NOT SURE WHICH ONE I LIKE THE BEST NOW. KAY OR JONAS??? I MEAN...ALL OF LIS are COOL. I'M REPLAYING FOR IVO NOW.

Vying for Versailles: FIRST LI IN RC UNIVERSE THAT MADE ME HEAD OVER HEELS, ALEXANDRE. He's still the best compared with King's romance path. I'm now looking for a happy ending with Prince

The Desert Rose: ADIL!! But now I'm replaying for pursuing Zain, then perhaps Mustafa and Jack in the future. I'm also curious to explore Zain or Adil's disloyal storyline. This book has really made me feel conflicted about my choices.

Heaven's Secret 2: STILL LOYAL TO LUCIFER. I've also had Astaroth's ending.

Elite Tag: Karl, now replaying for pursuing Daniel's ending

The One Volume 2: BEN!! HAHA LAST-MINUTE DECISION TURN AWAY FROM JOEL

Dracula: A Love Story: I'm not sure who I'm going to pursue in this book. I might end up with Hasan in the end. I mean, I was getting bored with Vlad and Leo's routes 🫠

Love From Outer Space: Never expected that I'd pursue an Alien Prince. lol

Hell and High Water: CHAND!! OH MY GOD. HE'S SO BEAUTIFUL!!

Song of the Crimson Nile: So, once upon a time there's this man named Livius, but then there are Ramesses and Set also

Chasing You 2: Still Alexander. I mean...his cgs are way too hot compared with the first book

Love, Sin & Evil: Tony is still the best I guess?

W Time Catcher: THERE'S LUCIEN...BUT WAIT, THERE ARE RENATO AND ONYX ALSO.

Kali: Flame of Samsara: No need to choose another LI, just RAM my baby

Garden of Eden: Seonghwa <33

Soulless: Walter is such a softie baby, my heart melts for his big puppy eyes. but then there's this bickering man named Vincent 🤭

Astrea's Broken Heart: Not sure which LI i'm going to end up with. I mean, they're all gorgeous!! the closest one may be Raphael??

Heaven's Secret: Requiem: GREG AND CAIN. I'M TORN BETWEEN THEM!

7 Brothers: still having my eyes on the sweet vanilla Grant

And the Haze Will Take Us: I laid my eyes on Ozar (of course) and Volot

The Thunderstorms Saga: I might pursue Tai in this book. TOO BAD, THEY DON'T MAKE LADY TENNERLY AS AN LI.

[kaneaken]

" why do you cry? "

author's note; welcome back to projecting my own issues onto fictional characters pt. idk 🫠 this fic is honestly a bit messy, so i apologize for that, but i hope y'all can still enjoy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

content notes; gn!reader, reverse comfort, possible ooc character (it's been a while twst 😔), established relationship, overthinking, riddle's mother (can i just count that as a warning?), more riddle centric than the reader, riddle cries and has some negative thoughts

if there was something riddle would always be proud of it would be his academics. from a very young age, it was the one thing he excelled in.

in all his years, he doubted that he would ever be overwhelmed by it. he didn't procrastinate. he stayed focused despite the rowdiness of certain dorm mates. he was always on time.

except when he wasn't.

he was sure that he had time on his schedule for your date. except the hedgehogs were being difficult that day and he spent too much time wrangling them.

he was behind. riddle rosehearts is always on time. there was nothing he hated more than people who weren't timely.

but here he was, standing in his dorm as if it were to help him in any way. he scolded himself for standing idly instead of starting his homework, so he would at least have some room for you.

he reached for his phone. should he just cancel his plans with you? he stopped for a moment and pictured your face overcome with disappointment.

no, no, he couldn't do that to you. but, on the other hand, he needed to finish up his homework. what kind of housewarden would he be if he couldn't even uphold the most simple rule of finishing homework before other activities.

he sighed to himself, ruffling his hair and taking a seat on his bed. what would his mother say?

you don't need silly things like love, riddle. if you want to be anything, it's best to leave romance behind. it will only slow you down.

she was right. but you were always so kind and understanding to him. you weren't weighing him down. but you were the reason for his stress at the moment. but-

" riddle? "

riddle turned his head and spotted you slightly stepping into his room. quickly, he glanced over at the clock. his heart dropped.

he wasted so much time looking for a solution that he solved his own problem. he didn't even show up for your date at all, which meant he crossed one thing off his list unintentionally.

the soft creak of his bed turned his head back to you. he couldn't see the disappointment in your eyes, which shocked him.

you placed your hand against his. for a short while, the two of you sat in silence before you spoke up.

" i was worried when you didn't show up, so i came over to check on you. are you okay? "

he felt a twist in his stomach. just a few minutes ago he was considering breaking off your relationship, and here you were concerned about him. you deserved better than him, who was willing to break off your relationship so quickly.

he hadn't even noticed the tears streaming down his face until your hand was wiping them away.

he grabbed onto your hand and squeezed it gently.

" thank you "

he whispered so quietly that he doubted you heard him, but your small smile indicated the opposite

" tell me when you're ready, okay? "

" okay "