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ok i need a rainy day;night with billie PLEASE DIA WORK YOUR MAGICCC!!!

cunt fact: (okay it totally was meant to say fun fact but it autocorrected and i kinda like it so we’ll keep it) i own one of those roof tiles. it’s my prized possession fr 💖 moving on .. enjoy harperrella ✨

the soft sound of rain hitting your window filled the room as you cuddled into billie. her arm wrapped around your body. tenderly rubbing your arm. squeezing each time you heard the thunder roar. you whimpered and hid your face in the nook of her arm.

she knew you hated the loud sudden sounds so she whispered sweet nothings trying to distract you. to focus on her voice instead of the rumbling outside.

the movie in the background was so quiet you could hardly hear. it just brought you comfort. the fluorescent light lit your bodies so you could still see her face in the dim moonlight shining through the window.

she untangled herself from the blanket hovering over your face. a soft smile spread on her lips and you melted as she came down to kiss you bringing the blanket over your bodies. you hummed contently as your lips connected and reconnected. the sounds fading just caught in this moment with her.

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Coming Through To Drop My Babies Some Christmas Gifts🥰💖...

Hello, my love bugs!

I'm finally dropping in to spread some holiday cheer! Not only have I come to tell my lovelies Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays, but I also come bearing gifts, my babies! 🎁

As you all know, I love some Rio and Angel Reyes down—amongst many others. Choosing one of these lovely men to bring holiday magic to life was too hard. So, instead of picking one, I embraced a common holiday theme and created something festive for each character/actor, adding a unique flair and twist.

Introducing:

A Season of Love Series: Christmas Edition🎄♥️✨

Step into a world of holiday magic, where love takes center stage and the spirit of Christmas brings hearts closer than ever. In this enchanting series, follow beloved characters as they navigate tender moments, heartfelt surprises, and simmering romance under the twinkle of festive lights. From thoughtful gifts to cozy traditions, each story captures the joy, laughter, and passion that make the season unforgettable.

Though these stories are short and sweet, I truly hope you enjoy them. It’s been a good little minute since I’ve written for these babies, so hopefully, I’m not too rusty! Also, sorry if anything feels a tad bit repetitive. Many couples participate in the same types of activities during the holidays, and I wanted to keep the vibes cozy and real.

Thank you for all your love and support—I wrote this series with you in mind, and I hope it leaves you smiling, swooning, and full of holiday cheer.

Happy reading and happy holidays, my loves! 🎄✨

The Masterlist is beneath the cut. If you're tagged, prepare for your notifications to go a lil crazy🥰🫶🏾!

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

"A Cozy Christmas Gift🎄♥️" - Manny (Mayans MC).

"A Gift of Love🎄♥️" - Manny (Mayans MC).

"Beneath the Fairy Lights✨🎄♥️" - Rio (Good Girls).

"Silent Nights, Steady Hearts🎄♥️" - Jay Halstead (Chicago PD).

"A Love as Warm as Christmas🎄♥️" - Kevin Atwater (Chicago PD).

"Under the Mistletoe and Moonlight🎄♥️" - Angel Reyes (Mayans MC).

"Shadows and Starlight✨🎄♥️" - Simon (Ghost) Riley (COD).

"Home for Christmas🎄♥️" - Captain John Price (COD).

"Riding Home for Christmas🏍️🎄♥️" - Jax Teller (SOA).

"A Time to Remember🎄♥️" - Miguel Galindo (Mayans MC).

"Wrapped in Love🎁🎄♥️" - Chris Evans.

"Home For The Holidays🏠🎄♥️" - Pablo Schreiber.

"A Christmas to Remember🎄♥️" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II.

"Moments to Cherish🎄♥️" - Austin Butler.

"Sparkle and Joy✨🎄♥️" - Kofi Siriboe.

"The Gift of Hopes and Dreams💭🎄♥️" - Deacon Kay (SWAT).

Tagging some of my lovelies:

@darqchilddaydreamz @astoldbychae @sunshine-flower

@starrynite7114 @ravennaortiz @rio-reid-whoreee

@amorestevens @1andonlytashae @novaniskye @that-one-anxious-mango @percosim @olyvoyl @phoenixhalliwell @prettyyybrownroundd @realhotgurlshit @unapolageticallyb

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Before / After colouring 🎨

I got tagged such an embarassingly long time ago that I don't remember who it was. Anyways, thank you so much to whomever lovely it was, I really appreciate the tag and finally found time to do a post about my colouring.

I started gifing less than a year ago and learned a lot since then. I gif online in Photopea as Photoshop is just to expensive for me atm (and my old laptop probably wouldn't survive running Photoshop). So, if anyone wants a detailed process of gifing in Photopea, jhmu.

Bed Friend | King and Uea I love how King's desire for Uea is shown in this gif. He is just gone on Uea and barely can hold himself back.

The Eclipse | Akk and Ayan Loved the sun shining from behind Akk's head and had to colour the gif in a way that the sun would stand out a bit.

A Boss And A Babe | Gun and Cher Them and their adoration for each other made me love this show.

My School President | Tiw and Por TiwPor my beloved side couple 💖

The Eighth Sense | Jae Won and Ji Hyun The story of Jae Won and Ji Hyun was the first of a few series that I call "The Right One", i.e. series that just capture me and leave an impact ✨

Naughty Babe | Yi and Lian My favourite ghostship. Also the colours in this scene were just too good to not gif.

Never Let Me Go | Palm and Nueng Just Palm having his big entrance 🤩

Bake Me Please | Shin and Peach This kiss was sooo cute and lovely.

Moonlight Chicken | Alan, Wen and Jim MLC was everything, especially this scene.

Be Mine Superstar | Mingmueang and Namning Aka how to seduce a doctor. I'm excited that we get a new series with Bosston and Jo.

Kiseki: Dear To Me | Bai Zong Yi and Fan Ze Rui A couple and a show that left me speachless. Their story was so just so good.

Wedding Plan | Sailom and Namnuea Loved their story and how insatable they were.

Laws Of Attraction | Tinn and Charn Forever one of my favourite couples and series ✨

My Ride | Mork and Tawan Had the most fun doing a rewatch of this series.

Playboyy | Teena and Zouey The way this show combines gorgeous cinematic shots with that storyline makes me feel like I'm watching a stage show. I love it.

The Sign | Phaya and Tharn Every week this show leaves me spechless it's that good. One of the shows that I call "The Right One"!

Bonus:

The Sign | The colours As I sad in another post, I'm rolling in the colours of this show like a cat in catnip 😎

Edited to add a few people who I'd love to see doing a post about their before / after colouring: @wanderlust-in-my-soul @pharawee @liyazaki @bunnakit @khaotungsfirst @gabrielokun @spicyvampire @zhaozi @guzhu-furen @25shadesoffebruary @chinzhilla @crispywizardtale as always please ingnore if you don't want to do it.

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Mi interpretación de la escena de pacman en Scott Pilgrim, pero versión AtsuHina. ✨💖✨

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my eyes

Shining just the way I like

If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company

You met me at the perfect time

You want me, I want you, baby

My sugarboo, I'm levitating

The Milky Way, we're renegading

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I got you, moonlight

You're my starlight

I need you all night

Come on, dance with me

I'm levitating

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I love killer!eddie❤️ (actually all the Eddie's but yk)

I imagine Old Eddie telling Old Steve how apparently his wife knew all along and Steve is immediately comforting him expecting a divorce. Eddie's just like "No, man. She's inside making tea" and explains it all to him.

Do you think she knows Steve knows? Does she find out?

Hiii lovey!!! Honestly I feel like she’s always known that Steve had SOMETHING on Eddie she just never knew what until she put the whole “my husband is a serial killer” thing together so that’s when I feel like she knew that Steve was in on it but idk if she’d ever ask Eddie about it? But I will happily give you a little something where Eddie tells Steve that his wife knows, I hope you enjoy!! 💖

-find all things A Killer’s Love here✨

*this is a follow up to part 14 so in this Eddie and Steve are way older like 50’s*

“What are we doing here?” Eddie just ignores Steve’s groan as he takes a seat in an empty barstool. “This place is for people who don’t care they are getting served watered down liquor and stale beer.” Steve adds as he takes a seat next to Eddie at the bar, Eddie just smiles at the bartender as she places a beer in front of him. “You a regular here Munson?” Eddie just shrugs as he picks up the bottle and brings it to his lips.

“I sometimes moonlight as a bouncer here.” Eddie jokes before taking a sip and placing the bottle back on the bar.

“You joke as if it’s not a possibility…you could be like Sam Elliot in Road House.” Eddie laughs as a smile takes over Steve’s face at the thought of Eddie still managing to kick people’s ass even in his early fifties. “But really Eddie what are we doing here?” Eddie lets out a sigh before taking another swig of his beer just as the bartender places one in front of Steve.

“She knows.” Steve raises an eyebrow at his bestfriend as he looks in the direction of the bartender that just gave him a beer that he didn’t order.

“Who knows what now?” He asks as he looks back at Eddie who then turns so he’s looking Steve dead in the eyes.

“She knows.” He repeats and Steve feels his heart drop to his stomach as he realizes what he means. “Before you go asking me a thousand questions just know that she didn’t call the cops and she didn’t ask for a divorce.” Eddie explains as a look of pure shock takes over Steve’s face.

“She didn’t call the cops or ask for a divorce?” Eddie just shakes his head no before finishing off his beer and signaling the bartender for another one. “What did she say? Did she ask for details?” Steve asks as he runs a hand through his hair and reaches for his beer so he can take a long chug of it.

“She just asked if I took care of that Nick dude and I told her the truth because clearly she already knew and then she asked if he was the first and I said no and she said okay.” Steve nearly spits out his beer as Eddie finishes telling the story making Eddie roll his eyes at his dramatics.

“She just said okay? Like oh that’s fine honey now what do you want for dinner?” Steve mocks your voice as he speaks and Eddie gives him a warning glare letting him know he’s on thin ice if he keeps talking about you in that tone. “Sorry I’m just having trouble wrapping my head around her being okay with it.” He explains before taking another sip of his beer.

“I don’t think she’s okay with it Steve I think it’s more of a thing that she knows she can’t change it and I also don’t do it anymore so she doesn’t have to worry about it now so she just wants to move on because clearly when I was….dealing with people it didn’t get in the way of our marriage or she would’ve left my ass a long time ago.” Steve just nods his head as Eddie speaks and lets out a sigh of relief as he reaches over and pats Eddie on the back.

“I’ll give you that Eddie…you may be a retired serial killer but you’ve always been a great husband.” Eddie laughs as Steve brings his beer bottle over to clink with Eddie’s.

“Thanks Harrington.”

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Threads Of Freedom 15th Hunger Games AU Archer Brown x Fem!Reader: Chapter 3 - Repercussions and Constrictions

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed Chapter 3 of Threads of Freedom (15th Hunger Games AU) featuring Archer Brown x Fem!Reader! 💖 As always, your feedback and opinions are greatly appreciated—feel free to share your thoughts on the story so far! Apologies for the late post, life got a little hectic, but I’m so thankful for your patience! 😊✨ Thank you for reading! Word Count: 5.1K Warnings: Tension/conflict, emotional strain, themes of guilt, internal conflict, political control, mentions of violence from the previous fight, oppressive government control, threats, arguments and themes of rebellion. Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 ----------------------------------------------------------------------

The early morning light filtered through the cracks in the worn shutters of the small room, casting long shadows across the floor as Y/n and Archer sat across from each other, the tension thick in the air. The sound of the peaceful hum of District 12 was muffled, as though the world itself was holding its breath. Archer had stayed the night, unwilling to face his family with bruised knuckles and the story of a fight at the Hob.

He didn’t want to see the worry in their eyes or deal with the questions that would undoubtedly follow. Here, in the safety of Y/n’s home, he could gather his thoughts, though the weight of the night before still pressed heavily on his chest.

It hadn’t been an easy night. After the fight, Y/n had led him to her small home, her touch as steady as her resolve despite the tension clinging to them both. Archer sat on a worn chair by the fire while she cleaned his wounds, the warmth of her hands and the light from the hearth a stark contrast to the chaos they’d left behind. At some point, exhaustion claimed him, and she convinced him to stay, settling him on a makeshift bed on the floor near the fire.

He remembered the quiet knock of her father returning home late from the mines. Archer stirred but stayed silent as Y/n greeted her father at the door, her frame briefly silhouetted by the faint moonlight. Her father’s voice was gruff but tinged with concern when he asked what had happened. 

“Everything’s fine,” Y/n reassured him, her tone gentle but firm. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

When she stepped away to fetch water for them both, Archer caught the faint sound of her father’s voice as he said, “You know, I really like that boy.” Archer’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt his cheeks flush as the words reached him. “He’s good for you. You’re better together than apart.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Y/n replied softly, and Archer could hear the warmth in her voice. 

The moment lingered in his mind long after she returned with two chipped cups of water, sitting beside him and handing one over with a small smile and resting her head lightly on his shoulder. Her father had let the matter drop after that, offering Archer a firm but understanding nod before retiring for the night. Archer knew Y/n’s father had always liked him, but hearing those words filled him with a quiet determination, a sense that maybe, despite everything, he was doing something right.

Now, in the stillness of the morning, Archer shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his gaze darting toward the window. “You think your dad’s mad I stayed?” he asked, his voice low.

Y/n shook her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips accompanied by a laugh. “Not at all. He’s always thought highly of you. He trusts you.”

Archer’s throat tightened at her words. The trust of her father—and Y/n’s trust—meant more to him than he could express. Yet, the weight of what had happened the night before—the fight, the disturbance at the Hob, the Capitol's growing presence—made it hard for him to fully appreciate the fleeting comfort.

“I just didn’t want them worrying about me,” Archer muttered, glancing down at his bruised knuckles. “My family’s already got enough to deal with. They don’t need to know about me throwing punches at the Hob.”

Y/n leaned forward, her eyes meeting his. “You were defending me, Archer. And I’m not going to let you carry all the blame for it. We’re in this together, okay?”

Her words settled something in him, a small balm to the guilt that gnawed at his insides. Together. That word meant everything. Even in the face of the Capitol’s tightening grip, the whispers of rebellion in their hearts still burned brightly.

Archer’s eyes drifted to the faint morning light pooling at the edges of the shutters, his thoughts tangled in worry. The fight had been reckless, and he knew it. But the way her ex had sneered, the cruel words meant to tear her down—it had been too much to ignore.

Yet now, with the weight of her father’s approval still lingering in his mind, Archer wondered if his impulsiveness had only painted a larger target on both their backs. He reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers in a silent promise to stand by her, no matter what was to come.

Y/n glanced up at him, her lips parting as if to say something, but the words never came. Instead, her gaze shifted to the small room around them, the peeling paint on the walls, the uneven floorboards that creaked beneath even the softest steps. This was their world—a fragile, imperfect place where survival meant walking a fine line between submission and defiance. She couldn’t shake the feeling that the line was growing thinner with every passing day.

“Do you think they’ll come for us?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She fiddled with the hem of her dress, the fabric worn and threadbare from years of use, but there was no comfort in the familiar touch not now. Her mind raced through a thousand possibilities, each darker than the last.

Archer’s jaw tightened, and his eyes, usually so steady and calm, were clouded with frustration. He ran a hand through his messy hair, the usual tousled look replaced with something more akin to exhaustion. 

“I don’t know. I never should’ve let it get that far,” he muttered, the guilt heavy in his words. “I should’ve just ignored him, but—” He paused, glancing down at his hands as if they betrayed him, “I couldn't just stand there and let him mock you or belittle you.”

Y/n’s heart clenched at the sincerity in his tone. She could feel the weight of his guilt, but part of her knew that it wasn’t entirely his fault. Her ex had crossed a line, and the fiery emotions that followed had burned a path through everything they had worked so hard to protect.

“He knew what he was doing when he pulled that stunt it isn't our fault,” Y/n replied softly, her gaze unwavering. “But now... the Capitol's not going to let it slide.” She swallowed hard. “The Hob’s going to be under their watch. I wouldn't be surprised if it meant no more dancing or music. We’ve brought trouble down on everyone no matter how unintentional it was.”

Archer let out a frustrated sigh, standing up abruptly and pacing across the room the floorboard groaning with each step. He had always been the cautious one, the one who kept his head down, worked hard, and stayed out of trouble. Now, for the first time, it felt like the ground beneath him was crumbling, like he was being pulled in a direction he didn’t understand. A direction that led straight into danger.

The sounds of footsteps echoed from outside, and Y/n tensed, a wave of dread washing over her. Archer turned toward the window, peering through the gap in the boards. His face grew grim.

“More peacekeepers,” he muttered, half to himself. "They’re increasing the patrols around here. This can’t be good.”

Y/n stood and walked over to join him, her heart pounding in her chest. Through the crack, she could see the usual peacekeeper presence, but today it seemed even more intense. There were more of them, and they weren’t just walking the streets—they were scanning every corner, watching every face that moved.

-Later that day- Y/n and Archer walked through the dusty streets of District 12, the weight of the recent events heavy on their shoulders. The air seemed suffocating, filled with hushed conversations and wary glances as the townsfolk exchanged fearful looks. The usual hum of daily life had been replaced with an underlying tension, a sense that the fragile peace they once took for granted was unravelling.

"You hear about what happened at the Hob?" one woman muttered to another, her voice barely audible. "Peacekeepers are gonna come down hard on us now. We’ll all pay for that little stunt at the hob."

Archer’s posture stiffened at the words, his gaze flicking toward the source of the conversation. The resentment was evident, but what cut deeper was the undercurrent of fear. Fear that their small act of rebellion would bring down even harsher punishments, not just on them, but on everyone in the district.

Y/n spotted a group of men from the Hob up ahead, their faces drawn tight with worry. One of them, a tall, gangly man named Eamon, locked eyes with her and quickly approached, his expression tense.

"Did you two start that fight?" he demanded, his voice gruff and full of frustration. "Because if you did, you've just made life harder for all of us. We don’t need the Capitol’s eyes on us any more than they already are."

Archer opened his mouth to retort, but Y/n stepped forward, placing a calming hand on his arm silencing him. She turned to face Eamon, her voice even but laced with strain. "We didn’t start it," she said quietly. "But I understand your concerns.” Eamon’s gaze sharpened, his lips curling into a tight line. "You’re dam right, girl," he said, his tone low and heavy. "It’s District 12. If the Capitol tightens its grip here, we’re all gonna feel it. Everyone will."

Y/n nodded slowly, her chest tightening with the weight of his words. Y/n took a deep breath, her gaze softening as she looked at Eamon. She could feel the tension between them, the weight of the situation pressing down on both sides. This wasn’t her fault, but she knew the impact of their actions had already begun to ripple through the district. She needed to ease the moment, for Eamon’s sake as much as hers.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, her voice sincere, yet laced with the regret she carried. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. We’re all just trying to survive, but... I never wanted to put anyone else at risk.”

Eamon’s eyes flickered with something—maybe understanding, maybe resignation—but he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave a sharp nod, the lines on his face deepening as he sighed.

"Just... be careful," he muttered, his voice a mix of caution and frustration. "This place isn’t as forgiving as it used to be we’re all on thin ice."

Y/n gave him a small, apologetic nod, her heart heavy with his words. Without another word, she turned, her hand quickly finding Archer’s. She squeezed his fingers gently, the quiet comfort of his touch grounding her as they continued walking through the town.

"Good day, Eamon," she called over her shoulder, her voice firm yet polite, as she kept moving forward. She didn’t wait for a response. There was nothing left to say, not here, not now. They had their own path to follow, and the weight of their journey felt heavier with every step.

As Archer and I continued to walk through the streets of District 12 the sudden sound of a loudspeaker crackled to life and rang through District 12 like nails on a chalkboard, the voice of the District 12 commander booming over the loudspeakers, instructing all citizens to report immediately to the reaping area. 

The air grew thick with unease as the crowd began to gather, murmurs of confusion and fear rippling through the streets. People exchanged nervous glances, wondering why, with two weeks still to go before the official reaping ceremony and why everyone in 12 was suddenly called into the reaping area like a herd of sheep.

The tight-knit community, usually accustomed to their own quiet routines, was now filled with a sense of dread, the unknown weighing heavily on each of them. Y/n’s breath hitched as peacekeepers moved swiftly through the crowd, their stern expressions cutting through the tension like knives.

It wasn’t just the gathering of people that had everyone on edge—it was the fact that a Capitol official had arrived so early, and no one had any idea why on earth a man of that position would be here. Surely the hob fight wasn’t the cause of a Capitol official entering District 12.

As the crowd pressed in around her, Y/n felt Archer’s hand find hers, his grip tight and steady, grounding her in the chaos. They were pushed forward, forced into the reaping area, their bodies pressed uncomfortably against the others. The space was cramped, the air thick with the stench of sweat, smoke, coal and fear.

Archer’s fingers tightened around hers as if trying to shield her from the overwhelming anxiety that seemed to vibrate in the air each pile of nerves ricocheting from one to another like waves. They were no longer just a few familiar faces in a community—they were now part of a captive audience, herded like livestock. Every step felt like it carried the weight of their lives, with the Capitol’s watchful eyes now trained on them, ensuring no one would escape.

Despite the growing panic, a small sense of relief washed over Y/n when she spotted Annie pushing her way through the crowd her ginger hair standing out like a sore thumb amongst the crowd. She made her way toward Y/n, squeezing in beside her just as the peacekeepers began to line the walls, their sharp eyes scanning every face with cold precision.

Annie, though visibly shaken, managed a faint smile before the weight of the moment sank in again. With peacekeepers lining every exit, the tension in the air was suffocating. They were trapped, not just physically but in the reality that the Capitol was tightening its grip on them, and they had no choice but to wait for what would come next.

The Commander of District 12 stepped forward, his sharp uniform cutting through the crowd’s growing restlessness. He cleared his throat, raising his hand to silence the murmurs. The peacekeepers around the area shifted, their eyes watching everyone with unwavering intensity. The crowd fell into uneasy silence, and all eyes turned toward the commander.

"Everyone, quiet down," the Commander called out, his voice carrying over the sea of people. "We’ve been asked to gather here today by a representative of the Capitol. Though President Coriolanus Snow is unable to be here in person today, he’s sent someone in his stead to address us."

Y/n’s stomach churned at the mention of the President’s name. She knew, of course, that Coriolanus Snow now ruled Panem, but hearing his name felt like a weight pressing against her chest.

With that, the Commander stepped aside, and a tall, impeccably dressed Capitol official made his way to the front. The man’s sharp features and slick, perfectly styled hair marked him immediately as someone who had spent years grooming himself for the role of servitude to the Capitol. His voice was high-pitched and annoyingly posh, as though each word had been carefully rehearsed and delivered with the precision of a trained performer.

"Citizens of District 12," he began, his voice amplified by the loudspeaker, making the words echo through the reaping area. The sound of his voice grated against Y/n’s nerves immediately. It was as if each syllable had been dipped in condescension, a tone meant to remind them all of their place in this wretched society.

“It is an honour to address you on behalf of President Coriolanus Snow, who could not make this meeting in person. As you are all aware, the Capitol keeps a close eye on all of its districts, ensuring that order and peace are maintained across the nation. The President has sent me here to personally address some matters of great importance.”

Y/n felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise, the sound of his voice like nails on a chalkboard, sending a shiver through her. She could see people around her shifting uncomfortably, their eyes narrowing as they listened to his every word.

"I know you may be wondering," he continued, his voice too smooth, "Why such an early visit? And why, with two weeks to go before the reaping ceremony, have we gathered you all here?"

His grin widened, and Y/n cringed as the smugness in his expression reflected in his words. "The President wants to make one thing clear today—there are no exceptions. District 12 will be monitored closely. There is no tolerance for disruptions, no room for rebellion."

Y/n’s teeth clenched at his words, the mockery in his tone almost unbearable. She couldn’t stand the way he spoke, as though they were nothing more than pawns to be moved around.

The Capitol official's gaze swept over the crowd, his eyes narrowing slightly as though sizing everyone up before he continued, “And as for the recent disturbance at the Hob…” He paused for a moment, letting the words hang in the air like a weight.

“The Capitol is well aware of the events that transpired. The defiance, the unrest, the blatant disregard for order—it cannot and will not be tolerated. Let me make this very clear: the Hob, along with any gatherings like it, will be shut down until further notice. Any further incidents, any more of this... disorder,” he spat the word as if it were venom, “will be met with swift consequences. District 12 will be made an example of. The Capitol will not hesitate to enforce the law.”

The crowd shifted uncomfortably, whispers of anxiety rippling through the mass. Y/n could feel the tension in the air, the suffocating pressure of knowing they were all being watched, their every move under the Capitol’s microscope. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to keep herself steady, but the words stung. The Hob—the last place in District 12 where people could escape, even for a little while, from the oppression—was being taken from them.

Archer squeezed her hand tighter as if sensing the same unease. The Capitol official’s voice droned on, a false calm in his tone, but all Y/n could hear was the pounding of her heart in her ears. The Hob had been a sanctuary, a place where people came together, even if just for a fleeting moment. Now, that small defiance was being extinguished, and the air in the reaping area felt colder, heavier, as though a part of their already fragile lives had been stolen away.

As the Capitol official finished speaking, the crowd slowly began to disperse, their anxious murmurs growing louder as they filed out of the reaping area. The weight of his words lingered in the air like a shadow, casting a pall over the entire district. 

Y/n, still trying to process the sting of the Hob’s closure, turned to Annie, who stood beside her, looking equally unsettled. "I’ll see you later," Y/n said, offering a strained smile, but Annie only nodded, her face pale with worry. Y/n could sense the unease in the air, the oppressive weight of the Capitol’s presence hanging over them, but there was little more to say. They were all in this together, but it didn’t feel like enough anymore.

With one last glance at Annie, Y/n turned to Archer, who was already waiting for her, his expression a mixture of quiet determination and the same unease that had settled in Y/n’s chest. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, a silent reassurance that they were still in this together.

They exchanged no words; there was nothing more to say. They simply started walking side by side, moving through the narrow, winding streets of District 12, their footsteps muffled on the dust-covered road. The usual hum of life in the district felt distant, swallowed up by the heavy weight of the tension in the air. The oppressive silence between them mirrored the tightening noose around the district.

The peacekeepers’ presence seemed amplified today—standing on every corner, patrolling the alleys, their eyes constantly scanning, as if searching for any signs of rebellion or disobedience. Even the air felt heavier, weighed down by an unspoken fear that clung to the edges of every conversation and every glance exchanged.

As they passed by the Hob, Y/n’s heart sank, her steps slowing instinctively. It was as if the world had paused in that moment, the sight of the boarded-up building sending a wave of dread crashing over her. The Hob had always been more than just a meeting place; it had been a sanctuary of sorts, a place where the people of District 12 could breathe, where they could share whispered conversations about change and dream of a life beyond the Capitol’s reach.

It was their small act of defiance, their last bit of rebellion against the crushing weight of their lives. But now, as they stood there, looking at the building, the familiar wooden door was completely sealed shut, covered in rough, hastily nailed planks. 

The windows were dark, the dim light that had once filtered through was now blocked off completely. It felt as if the heart of the district had been ripped out. The guilt of the disturbance—the fight that had sparked this crackdown—washed over Y/n, even though she knew, deep down, it wasn’t entirely their fault.

They hadn’t asked for this. But it didn’t matter. In her mind, they were the catalyst for the crackdown, the ones who had given the Capitol a reason to crack down harder on the district. And now, the Hob, the one place that had still offered some sense of hope, was silenced. 

The weight of that loss settled on her shoulders, making her feel as though they had contributed to something irreparable. Even Archer, usually so steady, walked with a tense posture, his eyes fixed ahead, avoiding the sight of the Hob, but Y/n could see the guilt written all over his face too. It was a shared burden, and though neither of them had asked for it, it was theirs to carry.

As they continued walking in the direction of Y/n’s home with Archer insisting he walk her home after a while they now reached the fields. Archer’s hand stayed firmly wrapped around mine as they walked through the fields, the tall grass brushing their ankles with each step.

The open expanse before them should have felt like freedom, but the weight of the Capitol’s looming presence hung heavy in the air. Y/n could feel it—every step they took, every breath they shared, was tainted by the fear of what was coming next. The window for escape was closing. They both knew it.

“I think we need to make up our minds soon,” Y/n said softly, her voice breaking through the silence that had settled between them. She glanced at him, her heart aching. “The Capitol won’t give us much longer. We have to leave before it’s too late. Before they tighten their grip even more.”

Archer’s pace faltered for a moment, and he looked away, his jaw clenched. She could see the conflict in his eyes—the hesitation that had always been there, the fear that had held him back from truly considering escape. She understood his hesitation; leaving meant risking everything. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.

“We can’t wait forever, Archer,” she continued, trying to keep her voice steady. “I’m not saying it’s easy, but we have to make a choice. The longer we wait, the harder it will be to get away.”

Archer’s steps grew more forceful, and suddenly, he stopped, whirling to face her with an expression that was both frustrated and exhausted. "I know what you're saying," he snapped, his voice sharper than she had expected. 

His hand dropped from hers, and he ran it through his hair, clearly stressed, trying to push the weight of everything out of his mind. “But every time you say it, it's like you think I don’t understand the urgency. You think I don’t get it?" 

His eyes burned with frustration, the tension in his broad shoulders evident. "I’m just trying to figure out how we don’t get caught, alright? I’m not ready to have a Capitol official at our door. And I don’t need you pushing me to make decisions when all I can think about is how the hell we’re going to survive."

Y/n took a step back, feeling the sting of his words. He didn’t mean it. She knew he didn’t. But the pressure of their situation, the fear of the unknown, had made it harder for him to process everything, and she had pushed too hard. She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to nod, though she still felt the sting of his anger. He was stressed, and she knew better than to push him further, not right now. Still, the worry gnawed at her—time was running out, and they couldn’t afford to wait much longer.

Archer’s shoulders were tense, his frustration mounting with every passing second. Y/n could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating. She had pushed him too far, and he was cracking under the weight of it all. His fists clenched at his sides, and he took another step closer to her, his voice now low and tight with anger.

“Why can’t you just understand?” Archer’s words were like a whip, sharp and biting. “I don’t have an answer yet! You want me to make a decision on the spot, but I’m not going to risk everything for some dream of getting away, not without knowing how it will end. It’s not that simple!”

Y/n’s heart raced, the pressure of everything collapsing around her. The uncertainty, the danger, the mounting expectations—she couldn’t take it anymore. She had been patient, understanding, but the constant back-and-forth, the constant hesitation—it was draining her.

“You think it’s easy for me?” she snapped back, her voice loud with the anger that had been building inside her for days. “You think I’m not terrified too? You think I don’t know the risks?” She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the words came out sharp, like a weapon she didn’t mean to wield.

“I’m not asking you to have everything figured out, Archer. I’m asking you to make a choice. To do something instead of standing here, paralyzed by fear. If you don’t want to leave, then fine! But don’t keep dragging me through this if you’re not ready to make a move.”

Without waiting for his response, Y/n turned away, her chest tight as she walked off, her footsteps heavy on the ground. She didn’t look back, even though every part of her wanted to. She needed space, to breathe, to think. The last thing she needed was more hesitation, more indecision. She didn’t have time to waste, and it felt like Archer was running out of it just as much as she was.

As Y/n walked away, the weight of her words settling in, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of uncertainty deep in her chest. This was harder than she had ever imagined. She wanted to leave with Archer, she really did—more than anything. But the doubts lingered, gnawing at her. She had hoped that, in time, he would come around, that they could make the decision together. But as the days slipped by, the window to escape was closing, and she wondered if she would have to make the final move on her own.

-Archers POV- 

As Archer walked through the fields, his thoughts were a tangled mess of frustration and guilt. He had always been the cautious one, the one who kept his head down and his mouth shut, doing what was necessary to survive. But ever since Y/n had come into his life ever since they were little, everything had changed. 

His feelings for her, fierce and overwhelming, drove him to act in ways that went against everything he had been taught. At the Hob, when he’d seen that man disrespecting her, all his careful plans and the restraint he had spent years perfecting had been forgotten in a heartbeat. The anger had erupted from deep within him, and for the first time, he had lashed out, not just to protect her, but because something inside him couldn’t bear to see her hurt.

But now, walking alone, the weight of his actions felt heavier than it ever had before. He had snapped at her—Y/n, the one person who always understood him, who had been by his side for so long. 

And for what? Because he was scared? Because he didn’t want to take the risk of everything falling apart? He felt selfish for dragging her into this, for making her feel like she was alone in this fight. He wanted to leave, to run with her, but the thought of it—of being caught, of endangering her—paralyzed him. Archer knew it wasn’t just fear of the Capitol that held him back; it was his own inability to fully trust in their escape, in their dream of freedom.

As he arrived home, the familiar sight of his mother waiting for him in the kitchen made his chest tighten. She could always tell when something was wrong, and tonight, he knew she would ask. 

After a long pause, he sat down at the table, feeling her gaze settle on him. "What happened?" she asked softly, her tone more curious than concerned. 

Archer let out a heavy sigh and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. "I snapped at Y/n," he admitted quietly, his voice laced with regret. "We argued about leaving. I don’t want to drag her into this… but at the same time, I can’t stand the thought of losing her. Everything’s changing, Ma. The Capitol’s tightening their grip, and it feels like the window to leave is closing."

His mother listened carefully, her face serious but kind. She knew the struggle all too well—the delicate balance between survival and defiance. "You’re both fighting the same fight, Archer," she said, her voice low but firm. "You can’t always protect her from everything, but you can be there for her. And maybe she needs you to believe in her as much as she believes in you. But that means you have to make a choice. You can’t keep holding back." Archer glanced at his mother, the weight of her words sinking in. His heart ached with the thought of leaving Y/n behind, but deep down, he knew his hesitation was about more than fear. It was about a future he wasn’t sure he could give her. He only hoped that, in time, he would find the courage to choose.

[deedala]

🌞 weekly tag wednesday 🌞

happy wednesday!! thanks to @michellemisfit for doing tag game today and for tagging me!! + @mybrainismelted @iansw0rld @creepkinginc @energievie @jrooc @lingy910y @suzy-queued @blue-disco-lights @ardent-fox @ms-moonlight-inn 💖💖💖 ty!! xoxo

name: deanna

age: noel-aged

location (globally): the land of oh hi oh

location (physically): in my kitchen

favourite Food to Eat: potatoes

favourite food to cook: popcorn

will you be attending @too-schoolforcool’s ☀️ Kitchen Shenanigans🍴with Cherry on the 6th july? im planning on it!!

what’s your zodiac: scorpio

will you be attending @heymacy’s ☀️ Astrology 101: More Than Just Your Sun Sign ☀️ lecture on the 13th july? planning on it!!!

(check @gallavich-fic-club’s lesson plan for details here)

now let predictive text complete each sentence for you after the 💭

my age is 💭 in my life now (in fact id argue its in my life always?)

my favourite animal is 💭 the cat (sure why not lol)

i love to cook 💭 with you guys but i'm so sorry i don't know how (the chilling level of accuracy on this one)

i love to eat 💭 and eat with my family (ok sure)

i have a lot of ideas about 💭 the game (what game? like the grand game?? we goin to orlais??)

i have no clue 💭 how i got that to you guys (oh god what??)

my dream career is 💭 now a reality check (pfftt HMMM)

my favourite character on shameless 💭 and the only one i know who has the most fun with it and the other is a very nice person (yeah i kept going hoping we'd get somewhere lol)

debbie gallagher is 💭 the only person i can trust (<- me if i were a shameless character)

carl gallagher is 💭 the only person i can trust (i... what is happening)

mandy milkovich is 💭 the only person i can remember (loool yes)

mickey milkovich is 💭 the only person i can remember (guys my game is broken)

ian gallagher is 💭 the only person i can trust (so true bestie lmao???)

to me ian and mickey are 💭 both the best people on earth (oh hell yeah okay 🥹)

gallavich means 💭 a little more of the world (alright yah)

i wish anyone who reads this to 💭 understand that i have no right (absolutely no right, how dare me lol)

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[lanafofana]

Snippet Sunday Funday

✨💖Thankies for the tag @roguishcat 💖✨

If you're here for BG3 content I'm afraid I've dipped my toes into Dragon Age Inquisition. Read on for some Solavellan Hell Mongering.

No warnings (other than DAI spoilers)

Context is that Inky has time travelled, dated the eggman and now Solas has dragged her ass to Crustywood.

Enjoy 😘

“Then what I must tell you…the truth–”

There. She can see it now, the tell she missed in her first life. The flicker in his gaze. The sudden realization and despair in the same breath. The weighty mantle of grim acceptance settling around him like a funeral shroud. She can see it all like a beacon of pain shining out from his eyes, the dip at the corner of his mouth, the furrow of his brow.

The gentle press of her fingers against his lips has startled him into temporary muteness. Stemmed the tide of this ill-fated evening but she knows it won't hold for long.

“The truth is,” she says quietly, staring at where her fingertips brush against the soft dry skin of his mouth to avoid his piercing gaze. “I know a liar when I see one.”

Solas’ lips part when he sucks in a breath.

“Even one who lies only by omission.”

The breath he releases is slow, controlled and steady, and hot against her skin. She sees him swallow hard, his lashes fluttering as his lids slide shut.

What could he possibly be thinking, she wonders with a thrill of fear.

Reconsidering what Leliana’s network of spies might have discovered and insinuated? Perhaps how to control any potential fallout with misdirection and a clever lie so mired in truth it tastes just the same when she swallows it.

Or, she thinks darkly, maybe he is judging the weight of the Inquisition's value against its potential liability. Dreading what she could possibly be leading up to.

She wishes she knew. Her stomach swoops like she's in freefall.

Wrapped in the safety of mortal flesh and bone, her heartbeat hammers to break free and scream.

“A mage with a mysterious past,” she begins.

Miraculously, her voice is steady, betraying none of the tremulous anxiety ricocheting around her gut, striking against her ribs like shrapnel.

“One with rare, intimate knowledge of the Fade; experience with warfare enough to find kinship with a battlehardend warrior.”

Still and stern he reminds her chillingly of the stone statues he once left in his wake. Is he even breathing? Is she?

“Canny enough to play mental strategy against the best Hissrad the Qunari could offer. And win.”

When she chances a glance at his face his eyes are still closed, his usually placid expression is tense. A wolf backed into a corner.

“An apostate that appeared at the right time, in the right place.”

Moving her hand from its delicate perch on his lips, Ellana cups his clenched jaw, tracing the laugh line at the corner of his mouth with her thumb. His eyes crack open slowly, pools of liquid silver in the moonlight. Mercurial and soaked in secrets. The Dread Wolf carries his own Wells of Sorrow on his face, as obvious as any vallaslin, borne in tandem with his terrible yoke of duty. The weight of them could crush her.

“Did you think I walked into your love blind, Vhenan?”

Solas’ eyes trace the planes of her face like it’s a map he’s never seen before. As quickly as he turns new information around in his mind he’s also memorizing every line and freckle, committing each fresh detail of her that's been revealed in this new light to his eternal memory.

“I have never pressed you to reveal your secrets or why you keep them. I do not intend to do so now.”

At this he can hold his silence no longer. “Vhenan–”

With terrible certainty she knows this is where he is trying to draw his line in the sand. The clean break to spare them both a worse fallout in the future. A desperate, foolish, stupid attempt to protect her that could only have been born from his deep tragic love for her. Idiot.

She can see his regret as clearly as she can hear it. It makes her want to tear it from his face with her nails and teeth. To rip it from him like a mask. Like she did in Tevinter, a lifetime ago.

A lifetime that ended in ashes.

When she’d thought she’d finally gained the upper hand for once and slid her fingers beneath carved porcelain. So naively certain of her victory. Only to reveal the face of a trusted confident staring back at her, also painted with regret.

Ellana hates regret. What good was regret when his hand was already buried to the wrist between her ribs, iron fingers around her heart.

No, the Inquisitor has no need for regret. And neither does Ellana.

Her voice, when she finds it, is a hoarse whisper. “Do not presume to make my decisions for me, Solas.”

He stares at her in surprise. Opening his mouth he hesitates and closes it again, rethinking what he wants to say. Completely incongruous with the heavy hearted seriousness of the moment she feels an entirely inappropriate burst of glee at catching him off guard.

The line of his shoulders softens and the expression on his face turns rueful. “Even in this, you surprise me.”

And then they have filthy depraved grotto sex.

TBC 😘

Tags: @feedthepheasants

[benege]

If you wanna run away with me, I now a galaxy

(Eğer benimle kaçmak istiyorsan bir galaksi biliyorum)

And I can take you for a ride

(ve seni gezmeye götürebilirim)

I had a premonition that we fell into a rythm

(İçimde ritme kapılacağımıza dair bir his var)

Where the music dont stop for a life

(Müziğin ömür boyu durmadığı bir yerde)

Glitter in the sky, glitter in my your eyes

(Parıltı gökyüzünde, parıltı gözlerimde gözlerinde)

Shinning just the way I like

(Tam isteğim gibi parlıyor)

If you're feeling like you need a little bit of company

(Eğer bir ortağa ihtiyacın olduğunu düşünüyorsan)

You met me at the perfect time

(Benimle mükemmel zamanda tanıştın)

...

I got you moonlight, you're my starlight

(Yakaladım seni ay ışığı, sen benim yıldız ışığımsın)

@benegenindennisi you're my starlight✨💫💖

[themoonlightboi]

It's been almost a decade since my last dj set.

I hope you enjoy the dark vibes 🌙✨💖

[seastarblue]

Tender Tuesday

“They… they believe I murdered my own family…” the noblewoman said, lips quivering. She took a breath, voice shaking as she continued, “and I know you think the same. Why else would you be so tense near me…?”

The guard stationed near her gave a short pause, thinking about what to say. “I don’t think you killed them, my lady.” she replied with finality.

“There is no need to lie, Madame.”

“I’m not lying, my lady. There’s no evidence against you, and besides—“ the taller woman gently brushed a stray tear off Evangeline’s cheek, “—the guilty wouldn’t grieve like this. I believe you. You’re innocent.”

“If that is what you truly believe, then… thank you, Madame.”

“It’s the truth, simple as that. And you can call me Mehri, my lady, I don’t mind.”

“…You are quite kind, Ma—Mehri.”

The guard chuckled at this. “Really? I do try to be!”

“You are,” Evangeline replied with a slight smile. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome, my lady.”

———

For today’s Tender Tuesday—courtesy of the @creators-club — I’m going to share Evangeline (who I shared yesterday) and Mehri’s dynamic!

as always, let’s begin with the basics: their relationship ends up romantic, but it’s a bit of a slow burn. Mehri is 24, Evie is 23, they’re both lesbians, though Mehri uses she/they and is also ace.

They’re very much the Sunshine x Moonlight trope, and I love them very much <3

Okay so Now…. Time for a

💖Meet Cute!💖

So, Evangeline is currently under house arrest in her estate, under suspicion of killing her family to gain power. This isn’t true, and she’s very upset about a) her family being DEAD and b) being accused of causing their deaths.

Mehri, on the other hand, is living their best life! Until uh. Plot. Which causes them to get thrown into prison. Which leads to Mehri (and a few others) getting plucked out of jail to work off their sentence by… catching the people that did murder the Pierce family.

So, Mehri and Co. are stationed near the Pierce Estate, and they occasionally stand guard there, as Eves struck a deal with the prosecutors: she can come and go as she pleases so long as she has a knight (basically an officer) with her. The others fill in this role, switching every once in a while.

ta daaaa!

The context for this lil snippet is basically: Eves had a bad day, she comes back to her office to a slightly nervous Mehri, she thinks the guard is nervous because of her, she nearly cries right there, Mehri asks what’s wrong, then the snippet.

and yeah! they’re relatively newer characters, and I admit I haven’t thought much about them, but that’s why I’m talking about them here!

hm… what else to add… oh wait! their opinions on each other? in their own words ✌️😙

“Oh, Lady Pierce? She is… well she seems very sad all the time. I’d like to help with that sadness, so I figured I’d better try my best to catch the people that… killed her family.”

“Madame Mehri is… very sweet. I am glad she is here by my side. That is all.” (It is NOT all trust)

———

I think I’ll end it there! Thank you for reading this far if ya have ✨

Picrew is ElenaA’s KissCrew!

[zabimarushoney67]

Hello, I'm having thoughts about Jushiro again.

Giving blowjobs but making it dominant and overstimulating. Gripping his thighs and putting them on my shoulders as he tries to squirm away. Indents of fingers on the skin.

I'd make him hold my hair back, so he has to watch closely to do a good job. Leaning back and stopping if he looks away.

-@dragon-anon 🐉

Bruh I love your requests so muccchh 😭🙏🏼 Your requests let my freak to come out and run wild in these streets!! you got it! 💖😍💦 Also I am so sorry this took so long I be fuckin around too much💀 I made up for it by making this my best work - enjoy a whole smut fic ❤️ Dude lowkey you're making me a simp for Jūshirō I be thinking bout this man a lot now 👀

✨Just the tip💦

Jūshirō Ukitake x Fem Reader!

Summary: It’s gonna be a long night with Jūshirō Ukitake so buckle in, it’ll be the ride of your life.

NSFW+18💦MDI⚠️FLUFF💟

Warnings: Oral sex, blowjob magic, dom/switch reader, sub/switch Jūshirō, rough sex, v@ginal penetration, biting, deep throating, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, light bruising.

Authors notes: THIS WHOLE THING IS SMUT. A P0RN0 FOR YA MIND, ENJOY AND FOLLOW ME YA FUCKIN IDIOTS LOVE YOU! 💖

The scent of fresh rain filled the spring night air. Leaving it damp, breezy, and oddly refreshing outdoors.

The pavement gleamed with rippling puddles under the starry night sky. The sudden weather had significantly dropped the temperature, as you two walked back to your quarters after a party broke out in Squad 8’s barracks.

Huddled tight together, fingers interlaced, as warm clouds of breath left your parted lips. The clouds swirled and drifted apart while y/n hiccuped through her words. “Shunsui really knows how to throw a “get-together” doesn't he?” She said, swaying a little and tipsy from the few glasses of sake she had shared with Jūshirō. “He's always been like that, very eccentric when he wants to be,” Jūshirō laughed, smiling down at you. “Let's get home babe, it's freezing out here,” he said hastily. Shivering, he huddled inwards towards your body for warmth, Jūshirō was slightly concerned about catching another cold the longer he stayed outdoors.

----

Jūshirō’s sickness has been incredibly forgiving to him the last few days. It's been pleasant, being witness to him glowing beyond recognition, happy, and lively. Compared to the usual confinement to your shared bed, coughing with tissues shoved up his nose. Tonight, Jūshirō was looking mighty fine underneath the clearing night sky. Smiling to herself, y/n nuzzles closer to him, admiring his warm body and his handsome features as they glowed underneath the moonlight.

Seeing him so relaxed, and carefree always awoke something deep inside of y/n. The heady mixture of love and lust, genuine devotion, and feminine domination swooned her brain with endless scenarios for the night's end. Waves of need had started to roll around in her belly. Each wave forced her already shaky legs to wobble some more with the surmounting desire. It's been weeks since Jūshirō has felt well enough for anything more than just the occasional cuddling and hand-holding. Maybe tonight can change that, y/n thought hopefully.

----

Arriving back at your barracks, Jūshirō opens the door for you. As you enter, he generously smacks and grabs your butt on the way in. His perfect smile grinned at the way you let out a tiny yelp, laughing when he peeked at you squinting at him from behind your shoulder.

“I'm gonna have a shower,” “Would you like to join me, my love?” he asks warmly, extending his hand toward you.

Taking his large hand in hers, y/n kissed each pad of his fingertips softly. “I had one this morning already honey,” “I'll be waiting in the bedroom,” y/n says allowing his middle finger to trace her soft plush lips.

Her vague smile hinted at a slight promise of “I want more,” the night wasn’t over just yet. Jūshirō’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice, his head started to swarm with all the possibilities y/n could be thinking of. His body slowly roused awake with want, the more he let his brain ponder.

Grabbing hold of your wrist quickly, Jūshirō pulls you into a close embrace. His long fingers cup your chin, pinning your head up toward his. Smiling gently down at you, he kisses both of your cheeks, then your lips passionately. The weeks of pent-up sexual energy started flowing between your bodies, as that one sweet kiss you shared, turned into the devouring of each other's lips.

Wet tongues collided, slipping and sliding with ease. Saliva-covered lips and warm gripping hands compelled the two rabid, touch-deprived bodies close together. Whining softly y/n bites on his bottom lip, tugging and compelling Jūshirō to let out a husky growl. Wrapping her arms around Jūshirō’s neck, y/n tip-toed against him, squishing her braless breasts into his relaxed, but chiseled chest, refusing to let him go.

Releasing his lip to speak, “Can't your shower wait babe?” Y/n pouts quietly, sporting her best pair of puppy eyes. “It can... But,” Jūshirō’s warm eyes glinted with a longing hunger but his devilish smile told a different story. “But what,” she protested in earnest, rolling her eyes to the heavens with a scoff. “I just love making you wait,” he chuckles as y/n’s jaw immediately dropped, “you're gonna regret this Ukitake,” she said pointing her finger at his shoulder. “Go take your shower, I’ll be waiting for you,” y/n says standing on her tiptoes once more, leaving kisses on his jaw.

----

The sound of the shower knobs turning, and the water squeaking off signified that the fun was just about to begin.

Making y/n wait for what she truly wanted, had her feeling increasingly horny, her poor mind was in the gutter and her body was angry because of it.

Assuming a position in the middle of their bed, Y/n sat on her knees. She could feel her sticky arousal drip between her folds, sensitizing her whole body.

Fidgeting nervously, she modeled Jūshirō’s captain's coat, covering up her nakedness. Her heart pounded, making the pumping blood feel warm and thick in her veins. Growing ever impatient, Jūshirō needed to come back now and end this malicious waiting period HE forced on her. ‘Damn him, who does he think he is??’ y/n thought, huffing outwardly.

Fleeting seconds felt like precious minutes passing by. Every exhale of y/n’s breath excited her senses until finally the bathroom door was ultimately pushed open.

The fragrant, hot steam poured out of the bathroom and rolled into the bedroom. Like something from a movie, Jūshirō steps into the room with a small towel tucked around his hips. His image left nothing to the imagination, but he looked sexy all the same. His muscled thighs refused to be contained by the fluffy towel and peeked through the slit of the fabric. His cock left quite an impressionable imprint underneath, elevating y/n’s need for him.

Once fully in the bedroom, Jūshirō holds a separate towel to his head and lightly squeezes water from the sopping tips of his hair. Droplets of water fell to his freshly dried chest while he scrunched. Y/n watched captivated as the beads drifted down, flowing perfectly with the muscle lines of his stomach. Thoroughly mesmerized by the shiny trails of moisture they left behind and how they accentuated his robust structure.

Licking her suddenly parched lips, y/n glimpsed up at Jūshirō. Her eyelashes fluttered once they landed on his steam-heated face. Raking a hand through his wet hair, Jūshirō peers down at you from under his towel. His pupils dilated at the mere sight of you. Tracing every inch of exposed skin, he ate you alive while scanning you, head to toe. Jūshirō admired how languidly draped you were within his captain's coat, hiding just enough from his view that he quietly begged to see more.

“You...” “Are...” “So...” “Remarkably beautiful, my dear,” he says appreciatively. Raising his eyes to your face, he flushed even further. Studying your complexion in that instant, he quickly comprehended what your darkened stare meant for him, and for his cock.

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Going on all fours y/n crept to the end of the bed, studying Jūshirō in the process. Stretching out a hand, she hooked a finger in the waistband of his tucked towel.

Tugging him closer to the bed, y/n placed another hand on his body, feeling him up before relaxing her hand on a strong buttcheek. With a soft grunt, he swayed toward the bed until his knees pressed against the front of the mattress. Humming softly at your touch, Jūshirō places a hand over the explorative hand of y/n’s and holds it in place over his butt. Smiling down at y/n, the finger she sealed in his waistband, kept him in place for her.

Moving her face close to his stomach, y/n kisses both of his hip bones and the vein that runs down his navel. Smooth lips meeting his pristine skin, her eyes dart up to Jūshirōs face. After meeting his lustful eyes and making sure he's watching, y/n licks a water bead from his lower naval up to his abdomen, leaving a kiss on his sensitive skin once her tongue reached its destination. Gasping out, Jūshirō held his lip captive between his teeth. He observed her hypnotized while y/n continued to taunt him, reveling in the feel of her tongue against his skin, and the way her delicate lips instilled a kiss after every lick.

Nibbling his skin just above his hip bones, y/n’s hand slithers up and around to his strong thigh, gripping it under her palm. Moving the slit of the towel further away, y/n exposed more of his beautiful flesh for her eyes to feast on.

Looking up at Jūshirō with a sly smile, the finger that was lodged in his waistband runs along the fabric, loosening it. With one swift motion, y/n yanks the towel free and allows it to fall to the floor. The soft cloth pooled around his feet, as y/n placed both of her hands on Jūshirōs thighs, steadying herself. Standing completely bare before you now his cock rose freely, unrestricted and unconfined. Dropping his separate towel to the floor, Jūshiro smirks at you from above with a raised eyebrow.

Watching his cock grow harder by the second, y/n chewed her bottom lip as she salivated at the sight of the gorgeous man that stood in front of her. Placing his large hands over yours, he held onto them. Taking one of your hands, he placed it over his shaft enticing you to grab ahold of him. Jūshirō watched as you gripped onto his stiff cock with him, slowly he moved his hand up and down his throbbing girth. “Hmm, Yes.” “That's it, baby,” he praised you, smiling as your hand mimicked his rhythm.

Unleashing a stifled moan, Jūshirō gently directed you on how to stroke his cock, loving the way your hand felt rubbing him. The foreplay turned him on immensely, he had silently started wishing to bury himself in you already. Running up and down the length of his cock, the both of you pumped him until precum dribbled from his slit.

The mixture of teamwork and watching Jūshirō enjoy himself encouraged more saliva to fill y/n’s mouth. “You seem dazed,” “My love,” he said with a gentle smile, one that quickly turned into an ‘O’ shape as your hand gripped his cock head tightly. “I stand...” “Corrected...” “Ugh, fuck,” he murmured forcibly.

Smiling deviously, y/n’s hooded eyes flashed something fierce and untamed. She had wished to please her husband all evening, and her wish was soon to be granted.

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Dragging her tight fist down his hard length once again, y/n positions his swollen tip on her tongue. The taste of his pre brought back fond memories of, driving Jūshirō completely mad with lust, and an incredible urge to cum only to deny him. The sounds, the curses, and the frustration he’ll feel and demonstrate... Y/n sorely missed the way he would take it all out on her when she eventually had her fill of teasing him. It's a side of Jūshirō only you have seen, and you love to bring out anytime you get.

Licking it away, saliva had started to string down from her tongue. Dripping and connecting to the skin of her thighs, all while she recalled her memories. A red shade of blush painted Jūshirōs face as y/n slowly and teasingly moved her head down his length. Finally, she encased the first few inches of him in her warm, wet mouth. Y/n’s lips tightened around his head, sucking him sweetly and letting her tongue swirl around his sensitive gland. All the while, massaging the base of his shaft. Jūshirō’s mouth dropped while he observed Y/n in amazement. By the time her tongue rang around him the third time, his thighs had already started trembling from the feeling.

Throwing his head back at the intense pleasure, and his mouth agape his long hair fell down his back. Closing his eyes, Jūshirō groans loudly and started thrusting his hips in time with the fervent moving of y/n’s tongue around his cock. Relishing in the eager sucking of her mouth, Jūshirō was quickly losing all of his composure. With one hand on the back of your head, he pushed your head down forcibly, making you gag.

Refusing to be told what to do, a loud pop sounds out and suddenly her precious touch ceased. Y/n sits back on her knees, wipes her mouth, and smiles sweetly at the super horny but now confused Jūshirō. He seemed very troubled by the sudden removal of your mouth, gripping his cock he stroked himself slowly, wondering why you stopped.

“Something the matter babe?” y/n asks with fake concern, “Yes, actually,” he said panting, and rubbing himself. “It seems my beautiful, loving, caring, and endearing wife has stopped touching me.” Jūshirō’s eyebrows furrowed as an amused smile placed itself on his face.

“My, my,” “What a shame, huh?” y/n gasped back at him innocently. “A tragedy, really,” he responded curtly.

“Whatever shall we do my sweet, loving husband?” y/n hummed sing-song-like. “You mean,” “What do I have to do,” he huffed. “C’mon, out with it woman,” the sexual frustration already rearing its head. His cock twitched angrily from the sudden lack of stimulation.

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Replacing his hand, y/n softly gripped the base of his cock, riding her hand up his length. Her thumb pressed against the underside of his cock, forcing it to curve while she stroked him. Mumbled moans and sweet curses started to fall from Jūshirō’s mouth as his eyebrows furrowed some more. “Please, y/n-sama,” he begged desperately, fiending to feel her welcoming mouth swallow him whole again.

“I'll give you what you want, don't worry baby,” “You're just so...” “impatient,” Y/n said in a hushed and warning tone. “I told you, that you were gonna regret it, didn't I? My love?” She looked up into Jūshirōs eyes, scanning his seemingly stoic complexion for any hesitation. “I vaguely remember you saying that,” “Yes, darling,” he said through smiling but gritted teeth. “Such a good boy, for remembering” y/n said in admiration.

“Now then,” “you are gonna stand here, and look real beautiful,” “while I make you feel so, so good,” y/n said with closed eyes and a killer smile. “What's the catch?” “I know your games babe,” Jūshirō said with a raised eyebrow.

“Awh,” “You know me so well honey,” y/n says graciously, clasping her hands together. “For starters, if you would be so kind,” “Hold my hair back for me, please sweetheart,” “and secondly,” y/n’s tone dropped. “Secondly, you will not force me. Don't be pushy,” she said sternly, glaring slightly at Jūshirō.

“You know, I’ll have to punish you now for being so greedy,” Y/n sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Here’s the deal,” “You, take a single eye off of me, and I will start over.” “From the very beginning.” “Do not cum unless I say so, got it?” y/n says in finality, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

Clutching his chest as if you shot him Jūshirō sucked in a long breath through his teeth. Hissing it out, he silently agrees, nodding gently in your direction.

Looking into your eyes, Jūshirō jokes, “You can be so cruel to me sometimes my love,” he says with a smirk. “But if it means I get to play with you, I’ll do whatever my baby tells me,”. Flashing him with a genuine smile, “I love that answer,” Y/n says with a giggle. Resuming her position, she beams back at Jūshirō for being such a good sport.

Jūshirōs gentle fingers push your hair behind your ears so he can gather it all, holding it in a ponytail style. Glancing up at Jūshirō, and then back at the task at hand he cheekily comments, “My eyes are up here, babe,”. With a quick shake of her head, Y/n squint's at him before spitting on the tip of his dick, spreading it, and using it to lube him up.

Grunting and clenching his jaw from your moving fist, Jūshirō’s hips thrust and tense with each stroke. Once satisfied with the squelching noises that came from roughly stroking his cock, y/n takes him back into her mouth and starts sucking. Closing her eyes, y/n savored the flavor of his clean skin and the faint taste of fruity sake, that somehow mixed perfectly together.

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“Hnnng...” “Oh, shit... yes..!” “Fuck...” “Mmm... baby,” “You just...ugh,” “Fucking love sucking this dick, huh?,” Jūshirō moaned peering down at y/n. His jaw went slack, “so pretty, sucking me like that...” he said, panting with each movement of y/n’s head. His eyes studied her while she deepthroated his length with ease. Tiny explosions rippled throughout his body whenever his dick touched the back of y/n’s throat. Accompanied by the cute, slutty sounds she made while pleasuring him, Jūshirō’s head floated blissfully in the heat of it all.

Drool carelessly leaked from the crevices of y/n’s mouth, down his shaft, and over his balls making a mess in his trimmed, white pubes. Jūshirō’s grip on your hair weakened, and his gaze began to waver.

His body ached and jerked, screaming for some relief. Unfortunately for Jūshirō, y/n kept sucking and stroking. Instinctively, she just knew when he was about to look away, her movements would slow, moving damn near to a stop each time. It was unfair, Jūshirō thought. A thought that was soon eased at the feel of her wet tongue wrapping around his throbbing shaft. Y/n could feel his thighs begin to quake uncontrollably under her palms while she toyed with him.

Y/n’s body sang with each of his frantic moans, making her vibrate with desire. Jūshirō’s body tensed up every time she bounced her head. With his fast-approaching orgasm, y/n smiled internally ‘Now the real fun can start’ she assumed to herself.

Looking up at Jūshirō’s face with his dick still in her mouth, she maintained eye contact with him making him blush a deep red.

His whole body was awkwardly hunched due to the naughty torture he had subjected himself to, it had started to take a toll on his body. “I know you're... Fuck,” “Having fun... ” “But would y/n-sama...” “Be kind enough to let her sweet, loving husband sit,” He said grunting, peering down into your eyes. “I think I’ll pass out if don’t,” Jūshirō chuckled before his knees slightly buckled while y/n forcibly sucked his tip.

Pulling off his head sharply, y/n giggled at the face Jūshirō made when she popped off his sensitive cock. Smiling cutely at him, “Well,” “You've done a great job so far,” she said in praise, “I don't see why not,” y/n nodded, patting the mattress and inviting Jūshirō into her space.

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Y/n watched as Jūshirō made his way to the headboard, sitting against the wall he sighed, looking so relieved to finally sit.

His cock stood rigidly hard, pulsing, and sore from the overstimulation. Jūshirō couldn't remember the last time you had him this worked up, but this has been a wonderful reminder as to why he married you. The sex life you shared was and has always been incredible. Sex wasn't an answer for everything that went wrong, but you could always find one another in it, bringing you closer with each encounter.

Crawling to his feet y/n pushed them apart with her hands, before moving between his legs. Once comfortable there, y/n’s hands grip under his thighs lifting them so they sat on her shoulders. Holding them in place, she kissed his inner thighs before playfully biting the fleshy inside, making Jūshirō yell out in shock. “AH!?” “Ow...” “What’re you doing down there?” he sighs with a chuckle and a slight look of horror on his face.

Y/n peered up at him with a mischievous grin, “Just having some fun that's all,” she said matter-of-factly. Kissing, and running her tongue over the red welt she left, y/n made her way to his other thigh repeating her ritual there as well. Jūshirō’s breath would hitch in his lungs while his body shook with every soft smooch and bite y/n left on his skin. After playing with him, y/n’s hands gripped Jūshirō’s thighs. Holding them hostage against her shoulders, until her fingertips left little half-moon indentations on his sensitive flesh.

The fun she had planned, was about to fuck her husband up and she could hardly wait.

Grinning to herself y/n’s playful thoughts were soon interrupted, “I don't like that look on your face,” Jūshirō murmured, his remark only making y/n cackle with glee. “I love you, so much,” she declared, that evil temptress look never fully leaving her face only failed to lessen his sudden worry.

‘Oh boy, here we go,’ Jūshirō thought to himself, swallowing hard as he knew he was in for it now, he rioted quietly with himself, praying he could last. With no hands, y/n lowered her mouth to his aching cock. Sucking him softly, she moved a hand to stroke his member in tandem. With clenched teeth, Jūshirō groans and pulls your hair out of the way, his hands shaking the entire time. Fully in view now, he dared not look away from you as he knew that simply postponed his orgasm further. Flashing her eyes at Jūshirō y/n slowly pushed him to the back of her throat.

Jūshirō watched, inch by inch as y/n wrapped her warm mouth around him, your plush lips looked so perfect around his shaft. The image had burned into his mind until, “Ooh, my fucking...” “God!” “Wait!” “Wait... Stop!” Jūshirō cried out suddenly, his hips convulsing helplessly away from you. “I'm gonna..” “Cum... If you don't stop!” he pleaded. Y/n moaned with his dick still down her throat from his begs, the vibrations from her voice only outed more of his pathetic cries.

Swirling her tongue around his shaft slowly while lifting her head, Júshirō’s cock pulsed in her mouth, throbbing in time with his quickened heartbeat. Pulling off of him, y/n’s tight fist replaced her mouth stroking him slowly to a point of no return.

Jūshirō’s face was shiny with sweat, he gasped and sucked a breath in every time y/n’s fist passed his cock head and back down his length. “Y/n-sama, please..” He said through his moans, “Can I please cum?” “Hnnnng... Fuck! Please?!” “I can't hold out much longer...” Jūshirō said in a hushed tone, tensing his whole body to keep himself from cumming too soon.

Giggling, y/n shook her head from side to side real slow-like. Refusing to let him cum, but continuing the torture y/n licked the base of his dick up to his tip before gently kissing and sucking the sides of his shaft, taunting him further. “Ah, Shit!” “I'm gonna-...” was all Jūshirō could say before his cock twitched hard in her hands. Quickly releasing him y/n watched as milky cum poured from his cock, and down his shaft. Blinking up at Jūshirō, who had not only disobeyed her orders but also stopped looking at that moment, received a hefty look from y/n.

“That's just a shame,” y/n signed, “I was just getting started,” trying and failing to hide her dissatisfaction, she released his thighs and sat on her knees. “I'm..” “I'm sorry my love,” Jūshirō said weakly, “I couldn't last, you felt too good.”. Sitting up he grabbed your face and kissed you all over before his lips lightly touched yours.

Instantly and swiftly he moved his body behind you pushing you face-first into the mattress. With your ass in the air, Jūshirō moved his coat out of the way to smack your ass hard. Calmly, he soothes your heated skin, rubbing it softly before matching the sting to your other cheek.

Gasping out in shock y/n laughs at his rapid movements, almost forgetting that he is a Captain in The Gotei 13. “It's my turn now,” he grumbled, his cock never growing soft Jūshirō presses it against your ass. The cum from his ruined orgasm earlier smeared all over your ass the moment he smacked his cock on your skin there.

Running his cock head up and down your slit to tease you, he gripped your waist tightly readying you to take him, all of him. “I have been waiting all goddamned night...” “Correction...” “Fucking weeks!” “For this, for you, babe,” Jūshirō said his voice sounding tired and strained. “Tit for tat baby,” He said just before plunging himself into your dripping cunt.

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Pushing all of his weight onto your body, your back arched until your ribs lay flat against the bed. Jūshirō leaned close to your ear, close enough that y/n could feel his breath against her skin. Completely submerged in your depths, he could hear you whimpering below him.

Smacking your ass, he thrust his hips harshly into you. “Goddamn...” “Uhhg, fuck princess...” “Your pussy is so tight,” “Bout time I fix that, yeah?” Jūshirō said with a chuckle. Y/n lay totally dazed underneath him, not sure how she ended up in this position but wasn't gonna complain about it otherwise. “It's been far too long baby,” y/n said whining, “Don't ever make me wait again, Jūshirō Ukitake,” she said still trying to front her dominance before crying out at the sharp feeling of his cock dragging against her G-spot.

“But you're so sweet... And wet,” Jūshirō grunted in between thrusts. “So worked up,” “and all for me,” “I think I'll make you wait more often, baby,” He grinned down at you. His brown eyes gazed lovingly at your form and how it splayed out underneath him. The way your hair curled and stuck to your sweat-slicked skin, and the way your legs were spread just right; that every time he shoved himself into you, your ass would jiggle against his hips. You were a sight worth beholding, and he wasn't going to let a single moment pass him by.

The sound of your ragged breath and the way you cried out every time he collided himself into you, was like music to his ears. Gripping your waist with both hands now, Jūshirō held you in place as he lazily pulled his cock out to the tip, then drove it right back into you with force.

His balls noisily slapped against your messy, soaking-wet pussy. A cacophony of “aahs...” “mmms...” curses, and groans rang around the room as you two continued to make vicious love together.

Jūshirō’s soft hands groped your skin and roamed around your body voluntarily. Gripping your ass he spreads your cheeks and peered down in between. “Fuck...” “I love the way your pussy grips my cock baby,” “Why don't you cum all over it for me, huh?”.

His pussy-drunk words fell from his mouth, dripping like sweet honey and calming y/n’s heightened senses. Clenching her muscles and surprising Jūshirō with a kegel, y/n was greatly rewarded with a forceful moan coming from Jūshirō. “I'm not that easy...” “Captain,” Y/n said with a teasing laugh, clearly poking at his failed attempt at lasting earlier. “We’ll see about that baby,” Jūshirō taunted. Pulling out, “Flip over,” his voice was demanding, deep, and warm. They sang through your ears and traced your skin softly, rousing goosebumps all over for just a moment.

Doing exactly what she was told y/n lays on her back but with her knees touching, refusing Jūshirō access to enter. “C’mon, don't be like that baby girl,” he heckled urging y/n to behave. “Make me,” y/n grinned brattily. With a look of pride on his face, Jūshirō gripped under your knees and pushed your legs up towards the headboard. “I'll be taking this, thank you,” he said, admiring your glistening lips as they shone plump, wet, and shiny under the bedroom light.

Taking his cock in hand, he slips his tip in between your slit and collects your wetness, rubbing slowly up and down. Once adequately lubed up he smacks his thick girth across your pussy. Jūshirō chuckled at y/n with every smack, as her legs quivered and toes curled from the quick sensation of his cock smacking against her clit.

The tables seemed to be turning quickly as y/n so badly wanted to shout at Jūshirō to quit teasing. Sensing your eagerness, Jūshirō presses his tip into your entrance. “This is what you want right?” he said breathily, “You want my cock inside of you baby?” “You're looking needy, my love,” he smiled prettily down at your flushed, frustrated face.

Y/n huffed in annoyance, because ‘obviously yeah,’ Jūshirō became her least favorite person any time he would tease her. He always gave y/n what she wanted until he doesn't. It happens most often when she’s horny, and that was just cruel. “I don't know what to do unless you tell me, babe,” he pressed into you further. Shallowly thrusting the tip in and out, over and over. “I was supposed to be the one... Hah... Teasin’... You! Fuck...” y/n whined, trying to wiggle against him to push him deeper, all in vain of course. The grip Jūshirō had was perfectly placed, he could do whatever he wanted to Y/n and she would be at his mercy.

“Use your words, my love,” Jūshirō cooed gently, y/n squirmed against him frustrated as ever, and cried out, “Just fuck me already!” “Please!”.

“Whatever my princess wants,” he sighed, sliding himself deep into you, “God... Your pussy is... So fucking good!”. Jūshirō’s body shuttered at the feeling of your slick walls sheathing his length, throwing his head back in a deep growl his hips started rolling ferociously into your core. Spreading your legs, Jūshirō pushed your knees up toward your chest, folding you. His strong thighs encompassed your hips for leverage, drilling his cock against your G-spot. The obnoxious squelching that ensued from his movements, was enough for y/n to become embarrassed by her intense arousal. Blush covered her face, contorted in pleasure her pussy twitched and tightened with each thrust.

The Jūshirō Ukitake y/n was being faced with now was entirely different from his usual friendly, personable, nerdy self. His demeanor changed in an instant when he got control of you, pounding you into oblivion. Y/n screamed out as Jūshirō showed zero signs of slowing down.

Effortlessly he slid in and out, and deep enough that y/n could've sworn he was fucking her guts. Feeling full to the brim, y/n’s pussy seized and released uncontrollably from his intense rhythm. Falling silent, y/n gasped for breath and rolled her head back onto the pillows. Her mouth gaped but no noise came out, her body convulsed hard as her orgasm flooded all of her senses. “Oh fuck!,” “Ugh... Yes!” “Great job, my love” “I fucking love it... When you cum all over me, like that.” Jūshirō praised you, his eyes full of passion and lips slightly parted. The rolling waves of y/n’s orgasm had her pussy pulsing around his swollen cock, pushing Jūshirō to the edge.

“Shit!...” “I’m gonna fucking cum!” “Fuck! So hard!” Jūshirō thrusts got sloppy as he reached pure bliss. His cock throbbed as his orgasm washed over full force. Moaning loudly just as the first wave took over him, Jūshirō grunted and clenched his jaw with sweat rolling down his temple. Pulling out he pumped out a few ropes of cum that messily covered your mound, and lips, dripping toward your sticky entrance. Taking his tip, he smeared his mess all over, inserting some into your cunt and marveling how it decorated your lips so nicely.

Releasing a deep breath, Jūshirō’s whole body relaxed. His head fell with his shoulders as his lower body jerked with the aftershocks. Opening his eyes, he released his grip from your thighs, y/n’s legs dropped heavily as she heaved for breath. Swallowing thickly, she peered up at Jūshirō whose face was just as red as hers. Beaming at him y/n couldn't help the fit of giggles that roused from her while she stared at her thoroughly fucked out husband before her. Chuckling confused at your reaction, Jūshirō raises a questioning eyebrow at you, “What's so funny? Mrs. Ukitake?”. “You.” she said smiling satisfactorily, “You’re funny. Sexy, and beautiful,” “I love you so much, my sweet husband,”

“I love you to my beautiful, loving, darling wife,” he declared, his brown eyes resting happily in yours.

🌸End🌸

!BLEACH REQUESTS ARE OPEN!🌸

This was longer, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed working on it! I took a little different take on Jūshirō’s character so I hope that was okay! The story was really short with just a blowjob scene, can't say a lot without it sounding the same after some time! I worked really hard on this so I hope it shows lmao 😩💕

@dragon-anon

[aemcroberts]

🌙✨ Two New Chapters Released! Love, Shadows, and Heartbreak Await! 💔✨

Hey there, my fabulous Moonies! It’s your favorite tear-inducing writer, AE McRoberts, here with not one, but TWO new chapters of Dark Kingdom: Shattered Moonlight. Grab your tissues, because we’re diving deep into the emotional ocean with these heavy hitters. 😭💕

Chapter 29: Repeating Fate Let’s talk feels, because this chapter has ALL of them. Mamoru’s been here before—lifetimes ago—and now, history repeats itself. He shields Sailor Moon from an attack, and the moment crimson blooms on his chest is devastating. But this time, something shifts. Mamoru remembers. His life as Endymion, his knights, his duty to Earth, and—most importantly—his undying love for Serenity. 🌙💫 His memories are bittersweet, and just as he reaches out to Serenity, hoping to hold her again… she fades, just like a distant memory slipping away. You’ll want to scream at the page because it’s so close yet so heartbreaking.

Chapter 30: Bound by Shadow This chapter? It’s the emotional equivalent of being wrapped in darkness, with Mamoru trapped in a suffocating void. He’s caught between life and death, barely holding on, and the only thing anchoring him to reality is the faint warmth of Usagi. But the darkness is relentless, and Mamoru’s guilt weighs heavy. As he drifts deeper into despair, he’s haunted by thoughts of Usagi fighting alone, calling out for him while he’s powerless to respond. The Legendary Silver Crystal tries to pull him back, but the Dark Kingdom isn’t done with him yet. The tension is off the charts, and you’ll feel every ounce of Mamoru’s struggle. Will he be lost to the shadows, or will Usagi’s love be enough to pull him back?

Ready to cry (in a good way)? Get these chapters now on Archive of Our Own, Fanfiction.net, and Wattpad! Tissues recommended, but hey, we love the drama, right? 💖

[mikuni14]

2023

Three clarifications: 1) all my opinions are completely subjective and based entirely on my feelings, 2) I definitely left out a lot of what I wanted to write, and I will probably remember it after the New Year lol 3) The Sign wins all the best categories, BUT the series isn't over yet. I included it in my list anyway (I also included Twins)

Unfortunately, 2023 is me continuing the trend started in 2022, i.e. dropping the series, sometimes even just before the finale. There are about 35 series I dropped this year (!!!!!). Some of them I literally stopped watching the moment MLs appeared on the screen, like Dinosaur Love. Sorry but nope. Why is this happening? Perhaps because of the huge number of series. Before, I watched everything, even the worst productions, because I simply had no choice. Now there are so many new series, also so many great older series that I can come back to with pleasure, that I don't regret dropping something, that in the past I would have forced myself to watch until the end. Life is too short to waste it on mid series 🤷‍♀️

My list:

Perfect relationships: Our Dating Sim, Jun&Jun, The 8th Sense, Love in Translation, MickTop - My Universe, The Sign, Twins, Our Dining Table, Sing My Crush, um, Destiny Seeker 😄

Perfect relationships minus this one thing (usually an awkward kiss, sorry, this is very important to me): Unitentional Love Story, Laws of Attraction. WHY. These are not Sotus times, it's 2023, there are no excuses, learn to kiss, it's the easiest thing to DO

Many series disappointed me, but most of all, the one in which I had such great hopes: Chains Of Heart, come ON, this series had EVERYTHING to become one of the best series this year!!

Characters most harmed by the plot: Boston and Babe. I will also never forgive Between Us for what they did to the most awesome couple ever: WinTeam

Interesting series that pleasantly surprised me with how different and unique they are: Be My Favorite, Bake Me Please

Series that I have watched until the end, that are a complete waste of time and that I have bad memories of: Step by Step and La Puie

Characters that were just plain awful and that I would avoid in real life: first and foremost, of course, that EUN JI bitch and Tae Hyung (The Eighth Sense) also Sangin (Sing My Crush), practically everyone from Only Friends, Phat and Saengtai (La Pluie), Pat (SBS), Wen (Moonlight Chicken), Charlie. I'm not writing about terrible parents, there were a lot of them this year

The craziest series I've watched anyway: Till The World Ends 🥳

It's been a year of shows about workplace romance, but only a few managed to portray it in a good, even cute way without creepy power imbalance: Jun&Jun, ODS, Love in Translation, probably Cherry Magic (still airing)

New stars✨ that rocked my 💖: Daou (LiT), Babe (The Sign), Frame (Twins), Guide (IFYLIA, Bake Me Please) and Mark Pakin, my king 👑

My obsessions this year: Jae Won (The 8th Sense), Charn (LoA), Yang (Love in Translation), Im Han Tae (Sing My Crush), Sprite, THARN and Phaya. Overall, 2023 was full of characters who were a wonderful mix of pathetic and crazy in love and who made me feel like 🥺😍😭🥳. These were the men (and boys) mentioned above, but also Yoon Tae Joon (Unintentional Love Story), Cheng (Chains of Heart), Pisaeng (BMF), Tinn (My School President), Mick (My Universe). I love all of them 💖

Hot guys 🔥: ok, there were a lot of them this year, but definitely Chi Jun (Jun&Jun), Yang (LiT), Im Han Tae (SMC), Palm (NLMG), Songkhram (Destiny Seeker), Way and Alan (Pit Babe), Yoon Tae Joon (Unintentional Love Story), Mark Pakin in all his roles, obviously Tharn and Phaya ✨

Characters that I always look at with fondness, that I watched with real pleasure,, who brought only high-quality content and made this year better for me: Tharn, Phaya and their friends (YAI), Tinn, Charn and their friends (NAWIN and the girls), Mick (MU), main couples from SMC, Jun & Jun, ODC and LiT, Our Dining Table, Yoon Tae Joon (Unintentional Love Story), MR. TIWSON 👑, Peach, Sprite (every time I write the names Peach and Sprite I crave a fruity drink 🍹)

Hottest scenes 🔥: everything that is happening in the PhayaTharn universe so far, and

With so many series from Thailand, surprisingly few made a huge impression on me, the same in the case of characters or couples that I was obsessed with and which I would happily rewatch many times. I was even more surprised by Korea, which, with an incomparably smaller number of series, still created real gems, fantastic couples and interesting, liked characters. It was Korea that gave me probably the most interesting character this year: Jae Won. Although Thailand shot a Tharn-shaped arrow straight into my heart at the very end of the year 💘

It was a very good year, hope 2024 will be even better. What I wish for myself and all of you, my lovely jellyfish bolsters 😘😘😘😘😘

I wanted to thank everyone here for being so awesome this year, everyone who wrote great reviews and funny posts and notes, everyone who worked hard to gif the best scenes and who promoted the series fiercely. I watched many of my favorite series only thanks to your gifs. I love you all so much, you are the best! 🥰