#oh boy it's been a while since i used that tag lol

[pyros-hollow]

hi! it's me again. I had this idea of dad!joel going out with some else so his girl gets jealous and decides to get back at him. She brings some boy from her college to her house and starts making out with him when she knows joel is about to get home

(take your time with requests, im just here often cause i'm finally done with exams and i'm bored lol) -🌺

Ouhhhh this one is interesting I like the idea but I realized I went a different-ish direction when I was basically already done with it sigh

Naming dad!Joel's "lady friend" Sheryl, so sorry to any potential Sheryl's reading I guess :(

Right Back Atcha

Dad!Joel/F!Reader (Note: if this fic brings more hate anons, leave me alone please and thank you) ao3 WC:2.9k

18+

Summary: Dad decided it's time he got a girlfriend. You want 'revenge'.

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Don't Like Don't Read, Incest, Joel gets a new girlfriend, You're pissed, retaliation, major jealousy, making out, over the clothes stimulation (not between Joel/Reader), mentions of sex between Joel and his gf, revenge relationship, vaginal sex, coming inside, nipple play, daddy kink, age gap (obvi)

I DO NOT CONDONE THIS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS PURELY FICTION/FANTASY

Her name was Sheryl, and to your dad she might've been the best thing since sliced fucking bread.

And if she was like sliced bread then you were suddenly allergic to gluten.

In simpler words, you despised Sheryl. Dad called her his "lady friend" as if girlfriend wasn't obvious And you could tell that she wasn't exactly fond of you neither, despite how hard she tried to smile and laugh to your dad about how interesting she thought you were.

Joel and Sheryl had met around three months ago. Three months! Oh it made you seethe inside. They had met on one of Joel's contracting jobs. Sheryl's dear old dad had needed his back deck worked on, and while he was on the job he met the woman you would eventually recognize as the devil.

They were like two peas in a pod. It made you sick. You would walk into the living room some nights and see them cuddling, laughing, watching whatever home improvement channel one of them put on the TV. Just like you and dad used to. She would joke and tease Joel about those shows, saying how they could be like those designer/contractor couples on the TV. Ugh.

Some nights you could hear them fucking. She was definitely a screamer, sounding like a howler monkey you heard on the nature channel every time dad's cock fucked into her. Like it should be doing to you. As you drowned out that woman's moans, you could focus on dad grunting, groaning, his hips slapping against her, in your opinion, unimpressive ass. You hoped they were using protection. Sheryl wasn't that old and you didn't want her stuck in your life forever because of half siblings.

The sound of him made your jaw shake, it made you shake all over. You missed him. You missed Joel touching you, playing with your pussy, your tits, how he'd pinch at your nipples when he would have you ride him. Oh God it made you ache.

Tonight you were laying, staring at the ceiling as you heard them going at it again. Sheryl had been staying over more and more frequently. Joel must have pressed her face into the pillow or something, because you couldn't hear her damn yelling this time. But dad's grunting and groaning made you feel that familiar warmth between your legs.

God fucking damn it.

You flipped onto your tummy, grabbing a pillow and shoving it between your thighs. This would do for now. You whimpered, muffling your own moans in your mattress as you humped your pillow; thinking about how you could be the one getting fucked instead, how amazing it would feel after so long. It didn't take long for you to finish with a sharp gasp, your hips stuttering to a stop against the pillow as your poor clit throbbed. It missed her daddy.

You whined, rolling back onto your back as you pondered what you could possibly do to win back his love, his attention. And then you had it.

If you couldn't have him anymore, you could get someone else.

That's how you met Mark.

Mark was about to graduate with his bachelor's in business, and he was on the college's baseball team. Not to mention, he and Joel had similar eyes, so it wasn't that bad to look into them.

After around two weeks of dating, you realized this might actually be good for you. Mark was different, he was someone new. He wasn't your dad. Which... you weren't sure how to feel. Joel was the only man you had ever been with, you thought it would stay that way forever.

But Mark was so sweet. He never pressured you, would hold your hand and kiss you in public. All the things you wished you had with Joel but couldn't do them.

So when you finally brought Mark over for dinner, you could tell it upset Joel greatly. You could see the twitch in his jaw, how his nostrils flared slightly when you introduced them to each other.

As you sat at the small dining table in the kitchen, you noticed the she-devil wasn't in attendance this evening. Joel had fired up the grill tonight, made some ribeyes, he thought you would be bringing a friend over. Not some boy.

Dinner was awkward. Strangely quiet. It made you feel almost guilty.

"So... Max."

"Mark, sir."

"Whatever." Joel rolled his eyes. Who the hell was this punk? What was he doing with his baby girl? "What exactly is it that you're in school for?"

"I'm a business major, sir." Oh Mark. Poor, respectful Mark. That would be his downfall. Joel let out a subtle scoff.

"Really? And what are you gonna do with that?"

"Well, my dad owns that restaurant downtown. You know, Costello's? I want to turn it into a chain, I think there'd be lots of opportunity-"

"Dad, I think Mark and I are just gonna go hang out." You interjected before it got to be too long and boring of a conversation. You pushed away your plate, standing up and pulling Mark with you. Quickly going upstairs to your room.

Joel didn't like that one bit. But he knew he had to keep it cool for now. Play dumb. Let you do whatever act of rebellion this was.

So you and Mark were sat on your bed, the full size mattress holding the both of you comfortably. His lips were on yours, it felt weird kissing someone without facial hair, you noted. You sighed into his mouth, your hand instinctively going to his growing bulge and he whined.

"Shit, babe. You sure you've never had a boyfriend before?" Mark panted against your mouth. He let out a shaky little moan, his clothed cock humping against your palm. This was new, you've never seen someone so eager, someone not rushing to take control. You palmed at him some more, feeling the shape of him beyond his jeans. He felt smaller than dad, you had to stop comparing the two.

Just as Mark's whined were getting louder, his hips growing more eager to move, and as his lips smushed to yours uncoordinatedly; the door to your bedroom opened.

Fuck.

"Get. The hell. Out." Dad's voice rang out like a shot through the silence. And when Mark didn't immediately move, he was coming over, picking him up by the collar of his shirt and pulling this punk off of his baby girl.

"I- I am so sorry, Mr. Miller, I-"

"Enough. You are not coming back here, you are not seeing my daughter ever again, and if you do... I know a guy with a cement truck and someplace they'll never find you."

Well that was probably the most typical dad threat ever given. But it was clear Mark was scared off. Like a big dog and a little dog. Joel would always be the big dog.

Mark gave you a pitiful look for a moment; it was clear that he would not be texting you later, or ever again for that matter. And he rushed out of your room, the tent in his jeans not having fully died down, poor guy. Dad had told you, you weren't ready to start dating yet and look what happened. Once you and dad heard the front door close it was dead silent.

He just shook his head. He was so damn disappointed, he couldn't even let the words leave his mouth. Joel crossed his arms as a long, loud sigh escaped his nose.

"We need to talk." That's all he said before sitting down on the bed next to you. God, you were so embarrassed, so ashamed. Joel cleared his throat before he began. "So... we both, uh, we've both been doing our own thing haven't we?"

"Yeah... I guess so. I'm surprised Sheila or what's her name isn't here." You rolled your eyes. You knew her name pretty damn well by now.

"Her name is Sheryl, you know that ya brat." He gently elbowed you, but he wasn't looking yet. "Miss Sheryl and I decided to... part ways, I guess." Joel shook his head, mostly in disbelief.

"Y'all broke up?" You sat further up on the bed. Those two had been attached at the hip! What could have caused them to split so abruptly?

"We had some differences we couldn't work past." He finally looked at you, and it made your gaze soften because you realized dad was actually hurt. He hadn't officially dated anyone since your mother, and you realized just how silly and stupid this all was. Joel had just wanted to try again.

"Differences?"

"About you." Your eyes met and your gut twisted, it must have been bad. "She told me that she thought we were too close. That you should move out already with a dorm and roommates and what have you." His hand went to your knee, lightly resting there. "And I told her that you're all I've got, 'cause it's true. But then she made me choose- you or her."

"Well, I still live here so I assume it wasn't her." And that made dad laugh, the best he could when he was pouring his feelings out to you anyway.

"You're right. It wasn't." One of his hands went to cup your face gently, his thumb rubbing over your cheek.

"I only got with Mark to make you jealous too." You murmured, leaning into his touch.

"I figured. And it worked, you damn rascal." He leaned forward, kissing your forehead like he always did; before he pulled you into a hug. You both sat like that for a moment, before dad leaned over just so, pulling until you both were laying on the bed and you were wrapped tightly in his arms.

"You know, I don't think she was right for you anyways. She complained a lot when you weren't around."

"You complain a lot when I am around."

"Wow." You dragged it out, sounding so annoyed that he was so right. "You know, I think it's better if I'm the only girl in your world." "You know what? Me too, kiddo." Dad hummed before finally, after three long torturous months, he pressed his lips to yours. You sighed, instantly opening your mouth slightly to kiss him proper. Your tongues ran along each others, they definitely missed each other. A whine escaped into Joel's mouth and that made him tug on your bottom lip with his teeth before pushing you onto your back.

His rough hands pushed up your tank top, kisses traveling down your neck, your collarbone, to your tummy. He blew a little raspberry on the skin like he used to when you were little, and it made you squeal, scolding him. He wasn't sorry. Joel's lips made their way to the front of the denim shorts you were wearing. Kissing you through the fabric before moving back up. Tease.

He pushed your tank fully up and off, quickly undoing your bra with the practiced ease of a pro. Dad eased it off of you, chucking it behind him with a smile, before burying his face between your tits. Big hands coming up to cup them, thumbs and fingers tweaking your pretty nipples. Pinching, flicking, whatever he wanted.

Then the button to your shorts was popped open. The offending garment, including your panties, peeled off and thrown elsewhere. Finally. You missed this. You missed being desired by the one man you could depend on.

"Switch spots with me sweetpea." Dad hummed, patting your hip before he moved to sit up against your headboard. So you straddled his lap, your cheeks hot and your hands against his shoulder, expectant. Joel's hands went to pull his t-shirt up and off, dad's soft tummy on display. God, it was so handsome. Then his belt was unbuckled, jeans and boxers pushed down just enough that his half hard cock was exposed to you.

You knew the drill by now. You let spit dribble out of your mouth and onto your palm, your soft hand wrapping around the velvety skin of his cock. Working it up and down, his foreskin and precum bunching at the head on the upstroke. Spreading your spit up and down until it was slick enough to really move your hand faster. It took some work to get him hard lately, dad was getting older after all. Joel hissed at one particular stroke, before gently moving your hand away.

"C'mon honey, sit on it, I know you wanna." And you did want to. You moved, letting the tip notch at your pussy, slowly moving down until he was stretching your hole all over again. Like the very first time. "That's my girl. You missed your daddy, didn't you?"

"Yes daddy." You whined, his hands gripping your hips to ease you down at the pace he wanted.

"Y'ain't gonna mess around with stupid boys no more are ya?" He cooed, his poor, dumb, misguided little girl. He could never stay mad at you. You didn't know no better.

"No daddy, I swear." You shook your head vehemently; finally you were settled against the thick bush at the base of his cock. The salt and pepper hairs nuzzling your clit.

"I know you won't. Daddy raised you better'n that." Dad sighed, slowly helping you move up and down his cock. A gentle pace. He could very well punish you later, but for now... He wanted to really feel his girl.

Your head fell to his shoulder, and normally he would have scolded you. But this time he let you hide. Poor girl. You just missed him so damn much; it was hard not being close like this- suddenly stopping after doing it nearly every damn day. It must have been the worst for you, he knew it was difficult for him.

Now though, he was wrapped in the snug little pussy that belonged to the one girl he'd always have in his life. It made you both happy, why on earth did you ever stop?

Nobody could take this away from you both. It was just for y'all.

Dad's hips snapped up a bit harsher, setting a steady pace as he stretched you open. Joel looked down to where you were connected, seeing the creamy ring beginning to form at the base of his cock. It was gonna make the hair there tacky later, but he didn't give a damn. He groaned as he pushed himself up into you, just taking his time to love you.

You whined as you rocked up and down on his cock; how he helped you go up and down. Dad was always helping you out. Sex was no exception. You remember what it was like when he taught you how to ride him, how gentle and encouraging he was then. How gentle and encouraging he was now.

"Daddy..." You grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging into the tan skin. Your knees were shaking, you couldn't keep it up on top much longer.

"I know sweetie, I know." He cupped the back of your head, holding you close to him. "It's okay. Gonna be okay. Just gotta learn how to do it all over again, don't we?" He hummed, kissing the side of your face a couple times as he held you.

Joel kept fucking up into you, holding you while you whined and squealed, using the strength of his core to make this happen. You were slowly losing it, letting one of your hands drift to your poor clit. And this time he would allow you to do it, he owed you that much. Your fingers circled your slick little nub over and over again. Breath hitching, toes clenching, everything felt so right again. Like you could see color after living in black and white. It built, up, up, up, until you were dropped from the high, your orgasm making your walls clench his cock tightly; your jaw shaking with a shouted moan. Milking dad for all he was worth.

His hips snapped once, twice, three times before you felt his cum shoot out in ropes inside you. Burying himself as deep as he could before settling down. His head fell between your tits, kissing along the soft skin as he panted. God, he missed his girl.

Dad pulled out of you after a few more moments, but he still held you close as he rolled onto his side. His fingers stroking up and down your spine. Both of y'alls breathing had evened out by now. Even if it wasn't rough like either of you had expected, it was still wonderful to be back.

"It ain't late yet. We can still watch a movie or somethin'. Maybe I'll drive to the Redbox-"

"They went out of business, dad."

"Oh." He smushed his lips shut for a moment, trying to think. "Well we got some DVDs here, if my spoiled ass daughter would like to watch any of them." He squinted at you with one eye shut, nudging his head into your shoulder.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that." You mirrored his motions, rubbing your hand up and down his back. The only difference is that you knew it would definitely put him to sleep soon. "If you can stay up, old man." "Mhm. Whatever you say, kiddo."

It was nice that you got your dad back.

[tblsomedoodles]

a stupid Epsilon's guide comic. b/c the idea was funny.

i wanted to do more with this but...didn't.

basically realized that Maine would have recognized Marilon's stolen-from-the-lost-n-found hoodie and, essentially, stole it back (i might end up writing that but we shall see.) so Marilon would be without a hoodie. Of course his friends wouldn't want to see their friend cold and uncomfortable, so North and York start lightly bickering who's hoodie he should get. Only for South to decide that they're taking too long.

anyways, that's how Marilon ends up with a hoodie borrowed from South, and a mild concussion lol.

[astonmartinii]

royally screwed | jack doohan social media au

pairing: jack doohan x fem royal!reader

head up king, your tiara is falling

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

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f1: that’s something both franco and the alpine mechanics won’t want to see back… the argentine takes both himself and his teammate out of the race!

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user1: i’m so sorry all the karma got directed to you franco i was aiming for flávio i swear

user2: idk what kind of voodoo protection that old man has but even my etsy witch can’t defeat it

user3: what if we ALL paid etsy witches?

user4: not gonna lie guys there’s an easier way to deal with this… it’s called a dark alley and a charging car

user5: oh?!

user6: honestly? valid reaction at this point

alpinef1team: we’ll get them next time!

user7: but who is getting YOU?

user8: sorry social media admin but i’m sad so i fear you’re going to have to hear about it

user9: how DARE you make jack do all of those stupid ass tiktoks and let me get attached :(

user10: making him do all of this social media stuff and didn’t keep him around long enough to finish his soft launch

user11: do NOT remind me

user12: it was so carefully planned and everything

user13: really? that’s what you’re angry about?

user12: let me live? i’m in mourning and thinking about his actual career will make me crash out heavier than the alpines today

user14: okay you have a point

user15: rip alpine you would’ve love jack doohan … oh wait!

user15: @alpinef1team CHOKE

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user15: oh WOW my comment collected some big likes

user15: oscar? yeah makes sense. daniel? cool aussie bromance. jack? obviously. y/n windsor? WHY THE FUCK IS THE PRINCESS OF ENGLAND IN MY LIKES?

user16: she has an account?

user17: it’s all her charity stuff mostly but she has been caught like sports stuff before lol

user18: y/n idk what kind of powers come with being a princess but i know you’re next in line so PLEASE GET JACK HIS SEAT BACK

user19: actually any seat will do we’re not fussy

user20: alpine… look at what you’ve made us

yourusername and jackdoohan

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yourusername and jackdoohan: surprise! jack and i have finally decided to make our relationship public as we continue to prepare to settle down.

we first met many years ago when i was on duty at the british grand prix and met a very charming boy who was racing in formula 3 at the time, and i have been smitten ever since.

i have supported jack in his racing and wanted to make that support public in these particularly tough times.

while i’m sure this is a big shock for you all, we ask that you continue to respect our privacy.

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user21: i’m sorry

user21: WHAT THE FUCK

user21: i can’t tell if this is helping my alpine induced misery or not

isackhadjar: HUH?

jackdoohan: you knew i was in a relationship ?

isackhadjar: i’m sorry but how was i meant to deduce that “my girlfriend y/n” actually means the princess of england

jackdoohan: do i not seem princely to you?

isackhadjar: do not try and set me up

isackhadjar: unless there’s some eligible royals who can get down with a freaky lil guy like me

yourusername: probably not best to frame it that way?

isackhadjar: yes, your grace! (am i doing it right i’ve only ever watched game of thrones)

yourusername: you can just call me y/n, isack

isackhadjar: OMG COOL

user22: so i thought this would excite me more but now im just thinking we could’ve gotten these type of reactions on film and in the paddock

user23: how do we know they’re not being filmed

user24: i’m in their walls

oscarpiastri: what?

jackdoohan: can i have the aussie seat after you win the championship pretty please ?

oscarpiastri: i am not answering that until you tell me how the fuck you ended up in the british royal family?

jackdoohan: can you not read anymore? y/n explained it pretty well in the caption…

oscarpiastri: i’m gonna need some more detail

yourusername: you’re more than welcome to come for some tea at ours oscar

oscarpiastri: AT THE PALACE?

oscarpiastri: i mean - yeah that sounds good to me!

kimiantonelli: ME TOO IM COMING TOO

olliebearman: i can’t believe you’ve not invited the only british rookie jack :(

jackdoohan: idk if you guys missed it but im not a rookie any more, im not even a driver

yourusername: enough of that, you can all come for tea and we’ll do some visits to the london hospitals while we’re at it

gabrielbortoleto: yay count me in!!!

isackhadjar: today just keeps getting better and better

user25: dropping this news to distract from the fact that he got dropped for the far superior driver

user26: i wouldn’t be surprised if his woman drops him for franco as well

yourusername: first of all, i am no one’s “woman” get that right and second of all, jack is the kindest, funniest and most gentle man in the world and you’d have to move heaven and earth to take him away from me

jackdoohan: i love you <3

user27: oop - she told yall

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kimiantonelli: yo this royal stuff is kinda crazy …

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user28: fomo has never fomo-ed this bad before

user29: the fact that she knew this would get a load of publicity so she used it for good >>

user30: and this is why she’s my fave royal !!!

yourusername: i hope you had a wonderful time kimi! thank you so much for joining us.

kimiantonelli: are you kidding? that was insane !!!!

kimiantonelli: and also it was very fun to meet all of the children

kimiantonelli: but can we please take the aston martin for a spin again ???

jackdoohan: kimi ???

kimiantonelli: like y/n didn’t tell us that you take her for drives in it all the time …

jackdoohan: y/n ???

yourusername: what? you’re an amazing driver and i love watching you do what you love!

user31: i wish alpine weren’t such FUCKHEADS i want this dynamic at silverstone so bad

user32: if they didn’t fumble this bad we could’ve gotten a monaco situ where she could’ve presented the trophies every year

user33: you could’ve shot me and it would’ve hurt less

maxverstappen1: hmm

charles_leclerc: hmmm

alexalbon: hmmmm

georgerussell63: hmmmmm

landonorris: hmmmmmm

carlossainz55: hmmmmmmm

lewishamilton: hmmmmmmmm

kimiantonelli: you guys good? sorry you weren’t cool enough to be invited

maxverstappen1: i’m literally an officer in the order of orange-nassau???

lewishamilton: IM A SIR?

lewishamilton: I WAS LITERALLY KNIGHTED BY Y/N?

yourusername: sorry gentlemen, you should’ve spoken up sooner. however, jack and i are hosting a charity ball between canada and the red bull ring?

alexalbon: IM SO THERE

alexalbon: i’m so there, security are telling me the ball is weeks away but im so there

charles_leclerc: YIPEE

georgerussell63: omg my first royal event… gasp!

user34: obsessed with how the grid get so excited about all of this

user35: max … asking to go to an event ???

user36: and to think we could’ve had it every weekend :(

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yourusername: it was such an honour to host this dinner to raise funds for the youth art network! so many children in our country are being pushed out of artistic fields because of the lack of funding, hopefully with these funds and the continued support from jack and i, we can help keep britain creative!

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user37: they’re actually so precious to me

user38: this is such a great initiative i’m so glad they do things like this with their money and time!

user39: i’ve honestly never seen jack happier

user40: good for him!!! making the best out of a bad situation - this probably also means he won’t be going back to f1, at least not with alpine

francocolapinto: jack might not be in this garage anymore, but i'd still love a visit from you

user41: ummmmmmmm… what?

user42: this is really not cool

pierregasly: let’s delete this while you can

francocolapinto: shooters shoot, isn’t that what you said?

pierregasly: yeah to a girl at the bar maybe, not a royal who is very clearly in a relationship

francocolapinto: i took his seat, i can take his girl too

yourusername: excuse me?

francocolapinto: you’re saying you can’t give me one chance to convince you of my worth?

yourusername: at this point you have one chance to convince me why i shouldn’t find the one legal loophole that means jack can kick your ass

francocolapinto: woah?

yourusername: there’s no charming your way out of this one, franco. jack has done nothing to you and yet you allow your fans to send him countless death threats and flirt with his fiancée openly. find some respect for yourself franco, you won’t be this young forever.

user43: HOLY SMOKES

user44: i can’t even get caught up on the way she snapped here because of the FIANCÉE mention

user45: no this bro must’ve been testing her patience because never in my life have i seen her snap at someone like that

user46: so valid from her though

user47: honestly i’d throw hands for less

jackdoohan: always an honour to just be at your side and help you achieve the wonderful things you do

yourusername: even when i accidentally reveal our engagement while having an argument on the internet

jackdoohan: especially then

yourusername: i love you!

yourusername: and i know doohan was a pretty cool name for merch before, but i feel like windsor could look pretty good on a car or a cap

jackdoohan: if it means i have a little piece of you wherever i go, sign me up

user48: aside from confirmation that he’s going to take her name - ON A CAR? doohan return confirmed ?

user49: they need to stop playing with my feelings so many times on one post

user50: so this might be a royal fuck up from franco right?

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f1: BREAKING: flávio briatore has been forced to resign from his position as team principal at alpine! princess y/n windsor and jack doohan attended the friday of the british grand prix where briatore was served by windsor’s legal team, who had found that the contracts given out by briatore were not legally binding. briatore left the paddock on the friday evening long before windsor and doohan, who were seen with a number of team personnel from across the paddock. Colapinto will complete this race weekend but his future with the team is now up in the air.

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user51: one moment of peace and quiet in f1, that's all i ask

user52: i can't even go to sleep without waking up to five breaking news graphics

user53: honestly? if they were all like this i wouldn't mind it...

user54: jack and y/n being in the likes is so funny to me

user55: babe they're not just in the likes, they were there in person to deliver the news

user56: i knew flavio should've been worried when the relationship was revealed... those royals WILL have the best lawyers

user57: i mean i only just found out that flavio is/was jack's manager?

user58: HE WAS JACK'S MANAGER?

user59: i know their lawyer was just as bamboozled as us

pierregasly: CAN I PLEASE GET A DRINK? PLEASE?

user60: bro it's only friday ...

pierregasly: I HAVE NO TP? I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT'S HAPPENING WITH MY TEAM?

jackdoohan: our bad!

pierregasly: no yall did what you had to do but i was hoping i could maybe get a bottle of something top shelf for my troubles

kikacgomes: and maybe a horse ride at the palace ???

charles_leclerc: can leo meet the corgis???

lewishamilton: u.k. met gala when?

jackdoohan: oh so i get engaged to a princess and suddenly you all want to be my friend?

pierregasly: WOAH ignore all of them, we're the victims here!

yourusername: at this point, if we can turn it into a charity event, we can do whatever you want

maxverstappen1: this is a dangerous precedent

maxverstappen1: and i'm willing to find the limits

user61: i'm having visions of the f1 grid at a royal wedding...

user62: does max know he can't wear skinny jeans to a royal wedding?

maxverstappen1: please refer to my last comment

user63: does he know that the secret service can shoot him on sight if he does wear them?

maxverstappen1: HUH?

jackdoohan: that's true... they told me themselves!

yourusername: jack...

jackdoohan: i am protecting the dress code of our future wedding!

kimiantonelli: i guess you could say he's royally screwed

kimiantonelli: ????

kimiantonelli: i thought it was funny :(

kimiantonelli: no worries guys y/n told me irl she thought it was funny

kimiantonelli: WAIT

kimiantonelli: I SAID NOTHING

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jackdoohan: jack WINdsor at your duty! i've been given a second chance at my dream, but i wouldn't be here without my family and my amazing fiancee. i promise i'll make you proud.

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user64: i WILL not cry about this

user65: i tried not to but BABY JACK

user66: i think people forget how young he still is :(

yourusername: i'll forever be proud of you, my love. no matter what

yourusername: however, i think the palace would look extra dashing with some trophies ...

jackdoohan: for you? anything

yourusername: oh my charming boy, i'm not sure i want to share you with f1 again so soon

jackdoohan: but you will come with me won't you?

yourusername: to be without you is a thorn in my side

user67: FUCK ME THEY'RE SO CUTE

user68: i love them so much

user69: i don't think yall are ready for the level of paddock fashion we're going to get with a literal princess...

user70: wait - what happens when as inherits the throne?

user71: i think jack would have to retire

user72: WHAT?

user73: that's just how the royal life is

jackdoohan: and i'll do it

yourusername: i appreciate the concern everyone, but my mother is in good health and has many, many years left as queen

user74: jack doohan/windsor first kilf (king i would like to fuck)

user74: i've been blocked by y/n ????

user74: AND JACK?

oscarpiastri: you got MARRIED WITHOUT US ???

jackdoohan: once again, can you not read a caption?

oscarpiastri: oh lol.

oscarpiastri: i just saw windsor and started yelling at my phone

user75: obsessed with how jack having a f1 seat is actually great for the british government

user76: diplomatic relations are on the UP because government officials come to races to meet and talk with y/n

user77: and the fact that they both still find time to do charity work in each country they go to.. they’re so precious to me

yourusername: i never thought i'd be planning a royal wedding around the formula one calendar, but there's a first for everything

jackdoohan: but a summer wedding is so cute?

yourusername: i know, my love

yourusername: but flower picking via face time has been a struggle

jackdoohan: i know whatever you choose will be perfect

jackdoohan: just like you

yourusername: i love you, sweet talker

jackdoohan: i love you too sweetheart

fin.

note: as you can tell I AM NOT HAPPY. i like franco but justice for my queen jack. updates for you all, other side of the moon chap 7 is about 80% done so that's exciting !!!! hope you are all good despite the many many horrors lol xx

[woantohae]

Kiss you || (Lewis Pullman x reader)

Summary: Y/N and Lewis had agreed to have lunch with his parents, while Y/N finished preparing the dessert, Lewis had to finish cooking the mashed potatoes, but in between obviously some stolen kisses.

Author's note: Last night i had a dream where this happened, and i didn't wanna wake up lol. It felt too real ✨️ So i hope you like it <3333

《tags: fluff, Lewis being a flirt, reader is an actress in this one, kisses, hints of sexual tension》

Y/N was finishing putting the cream on the dessert. It was one of her specialties; a lemon pie, which she prepared with dedication and love, especially for these occasions.

She used to make it whenever her or Lewis's family came to visit or when there was a celebration. In this case, the man's family had arrived a couple of minutes ago so the four of them could have lunch and catch up. It had been a while since she had seen her in-laws, due to her rather busy project schedule, especially with all the movies she had to promote and finish filming. Even with Lewis she didn't have much time to spend together.

They were both actors and were grateful to have work they loved to do, but they longed for those moments they could share together. Like now, while she finished the dessert, the man was in charge of finishing serving the mashed potatoes in a bowl to take to the table. The day was a bit hot, so Y/N had opted for a short yellow dress and matching beige sandals. She had her back to Lewis, who had already finished his work and was leaning on the counter to appreciate his girlfriend.

He was grateful to have found the woman of his dreams; after 6 years together, their love seemed to blossom more and more. Lewis couldn't stop thanking the decision to have met her that day on the set, in the movie where their characters barely crossed paths, but in real life they couldn't deny their chemistry.

He was seriously thinking about popping the big question, but he was determined to do it on a special occasion for her, because she deserved it. Now he would admire her, as he always did.

"All set" Y/N announces wiping her hands on the cloth and placing her hands on her waist admiring her work done.

She turns to look at Lewis and offers him a smile "Look. Does it look okay?"

Lewis nods his head in complete honesty.

"It looks delicious, sweetheart," he tells her as he walks over to her side, placing his hand around her waist. "Don't worry so much, you've already won over my parents years ago."

She laughs shyly and shakes her head.

"I know, but I want it to be good. Can you try it?" she asks.

The girl doesn't wait for him to answer, because she's already handing him the spoon with the meringue cream. Lewis looks right at her as he licks the spoon and savors his girlfriend's culinary preparation. Then, he shakes his head, letting out a satisfied sound as he slides his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to his body.

"It's delicious," he says with a smile.

Y/N smiles back at him and puts the spoon aside, feeling Lewis start to leave small kisses on her neck, she raises her hands to his neck.

"Honey, your parents are in the dining room," she tells him, but that doesn't stop the brown-haired boy from kissing her.

It's not that she doesn't want to continue with this, but she would be embarrassed if her in-laws caught them so affectionate. When Lewis got affectionate, it usually ended under the sheets, but they had company, so she had to put a stop to it.

"So what? They're not here," he said, lifting his head from her neck and looking at her lips with desire. "You look beautiful cooking, especially in this dress."

Y/N smiles, and before she can give in to the man's charms, she hears Lewis's father, Bill, coming into the kitchen.

"Guys, do you need....? Oh!" Bill says entering the kitchen.

She raises her hands to the man's face and pretends to look into his eyes for a supposed lint that got into them. It was a simple act to avoid embarrassment.

"I don't see that you have any trash in your eye" Y/N says still looking into Lewis' eyes, but then turns to look at her father-in-law "Oh, Bill. We're going to the table, everything alright?"

Bill squints at them and raises his hands.

"No, everything's fine. I wanted to know if you needed any help," he says.

"Everything's fine, Dad. Let's go to the table," Lewis says, his hands already moving away from his girlfriend's waist. "Shall we, love?"

Y/N nods her head and walks away from the brunette to take the prepared food and head to the table. At the same time, Bill looks at his son with amusement on his face.

Lewis frowns slightly.

"What?" he asks.

Bill shrugs as they walk to the table.

"I didn't know about that maneuver of looking at your eye for lint" the older man says.

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"That's what I used to say to your grandfather when he caught me like that with your mother" Lewis makes a face.

"Dad!" he complains.

Bill laughs, knowing damn well that his son is hopelessly in love with his daughter-in-law.

[sinning-23]

Hot Tatted Uncle Pt.2 (Uncle!SukunaAu x Teacher!Reader)

Thanks so much for the love and support on pt.1 you guys are the besttt lol, honestly might be a 3 parter we'll see! ANyway, enjoy :0

Also pleaseee excuse any spelling errors yall

Link to Pt.1

PART THREE HERE!!!

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You stared at the text message, throat tight with excitement but dread. It had been a few months since the last incident with Yuji and his Uncle. The roguish male often picked up the young boy, tagging along with Yuji’s father. You’d usually just give Jin a rundown of his son’s day, ever so often catching Sukuna’s gaze as he leaned against the door frame. And every time it happened, you’d choke, clearing your throat and focusing your attention on Yuji and his father.

It didn’t help that he was always texting you, asking his his nephew was behaving. Even though it was cordial and polite, you still felt giddy getting texts from him.

This comes to the next point, why you’re sitting here practically gawking over the most recent message request from Yuji’s father.

-YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE:

Hello Miss Y/n! Do you babysit? I know Yuji loves having you as a teacher and I was wondering if you’d be interested in babysitting for him along with his Uncle while me and my wife go on vacation. Of course, you will be paid as well.

-Jin Itadori @ 6:28pm-

You wait to open it, pacing for a moment, thinking, first of all if you were available for the weekend and second, why couldn’t his uncle handle it?!

Well, given the man’s track record maybe an experienced hand in childcare could be useful. With a heavy sigh, you respond and you'd have to quickly come to terms with the fact that you would be essentially babysitting over 2 days with your students' hot uncle.

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It's Friday now, and arrangements for you to simply drive Yuji back home and meet up there with his uncle were already in place. You were trusted with a spare house key, and their precious baby boy, who so seemed to be happier than a fly on shit that you would be spending even MORE time with him.

You gather your things and a few activities to pass the time, loading them into your car. Yuji insists on helping, carrying a small container of building blocks with his chubby hands. And god damn does he not stop talking while he does. It's adorable really, whatever comes off the top of the boy's head simply flying free.

"My-My uh uncle, he doesn’t have no girlfriend." He speaks, the statement making you choke.

"Ahaha is that so? He tells you to say that?" You joke, setting the pink-haired toddler in his car seat, and buckling him in with ease.

"MHM! My uh-" He coughs, quickly covering it with his elbow as you give a small 'good job' seeing as he's learning to keep his germs away from everyone, including you.

"My Uncle says uh he says that you got pretty eyes." He explains, your heart fluttering.

You sit in the driver seat finally, the boy still rambling on and on about what his uncle thinks about you. Though all you can do is respond with a simple, "Oh that's very kind, or a awee", Yuji is nonstop.

It’s quiet for a moment and as you’re pulling into the driveway when he says it, clear as day.

"Uncle says your ass is fat too."

You slam the brakes, the car jerking a bit when you do. What. The. FUCK-

The culprit is already awaiting you, arms folded over his chest as they flex. He’s got a white tank top on and a pair of black basketball shorts paired with slides and ankle socks.

Yuji squirms, growing ever more excited as Sukuna takes him out of the car seat and lightly jabs his knuckles to the boy's sides with a 'Rahhhh', as if he were some kind of tickle monster. Yuji of course laughs and if ALMOST makes you forget about what he'd just said a moment ago.

"Wanna help Miss Y/n put this inside?" Sukuna asks the small boy, handing him the block container from before. Yuji is quick to nod and scurry to the front door.

"I can bring the rest of this, Jin gave you the housekey right?" He asks, leaning against the frame of the car, your neck snapping towards him as you swallow thickly. Fuck you can see even more of the tats now in that shirt.

"U-Uhm yes, yes. I'll go get the door. I can get some of this too I-" You speak, fumbling to find the key. He only puts his hand up and shakes his head, the silver chain around his swishing a bit.

"Nah I gotchu. Yuji knows how to turn the TV on so he can watch his lil show for a bit.”

Sure enough, the minute you unlock the door, Yuji crawls atop the couch, using the remote to try his best to navigate. It takes a while, and he mispresses a few buttons but after about 5 minutes he manages to play something entertaining for him.

Sukuna had finished bringing your bags in as well as the one with activities in it, setting it on the stairs. He rolls his shoulder, pointing at Yuji who was immersed in the show.

"See." Sukuna hums, leaning against the countertop next to you, also skimming over the note. His body heat is practically radiating off of him, just standing by him is warming you up.

You nod in response, looking over the brief note Jin left for you both and according to what it said, your next step was to head up some leftovers for Yuji and then run him a bath.

"There’s two bathrooms so I can get the boy.” He offers, resting his hand behind his neck as you give a nervous laugh. FUCK this nervousness was most likely only on you. There’s no way he could be just as filled with anticipation as you were?!

You take the offer, giving a small thank you before fishing the shower and taking one considering you did just get off of work. Packed away in your bag was a set of comfortable clothes and a book with you figured would help pass the time once Yuji went to sleep.

You could hear footsteps and Yuji fussing back and forth with his Uncle.

“Hush man you’re making me look bad.” Sukuna groans, throwing the toddler over his shoulder as he giggles but continues to thrash, pounding tiny fists against the older male's back.

“No! NO BATH! I don’t wanna!” Yuji whines, his Uncle only growling in response.

“I’ll give you candy if you stop.”

And just like that it was quiet.

-8:30pm-

The night had gone smoother than you thought, you and Sukuna both interacting with Yuji as it’s beginning to be time to wind down. His eyes were beginning to get heavy and before you knew it he was slumped against the couch, clutching an unfinished sucker in one hand and a white puppy plush in the other. You smile, scooping him up and patting him when he stirs.

“Be right back, let me tuck him in.” You whisper, seeing Sukuna look up from his phone and nod, one arm slung over the sofa while he practically manspreads

-9:00pm-

Turns out, Yuji took a bit longer to fall asleep when he realized he was being put down and so you had to sit and pat him for an extra 30 minutes. And once you returned to the living room, there was Sukuna, still scrolling. Well, that was until you came in.

“Sorry, he wouldn’t go back to sleep.” You explain, sitting at the farthest end from him, picking up your book in the silence.

“So you like working up there? At the school?” He asks, putting his phone down to hold the conversation with you.

It takes you by surprise for a second but you are quickly to respond.

“Well yeah, I love the kids and I love working there and teaching them things. Yuji is a sweetheart and it’s definitely kids like him that make it all worth it.” You explain, a smile making its way to your lips.

“You got kids?” He asks, eyes on your frame as you laugh a bit in response

“Nah, don’t really plan on it right now either. Kids are difficult.” You answer, now facing him a bit more, body relaxed.

What was there to be so scared of?! He’s a chill guy who just so happened to be hot as fuck asking you about your career and life?!

“How about you? Kids? Working?” You flip, seeing him shift a bit uncomfortably.

“Hell nah. I see how Jin deals with Yuji and I’m not really cut you to be a dad. And for work well, I’m a priest.” He states, smirking at the surprised look on your face.

“R-Really??” You question definitely surprised.

“Nah I’m just fucking with you.” He laughs and you do the same, trying to keep your volume down since Yuji did just fall asleep.

-11:08pm-

It was crazy to believe you’d spent about two hours just talking back and forth, with him about his past, his brother, and his nephew. You about your own life and current living situations. Somehow the conversation took…a turn.

“Y’know, it’s funny because Yuji keeps telling me about these things you say and I think it’s so funny. Like he’s your little wingman.” You laugh, seeing him grin right back at you.

“Yeah like what?” He asks, more teasing than anything.

“Well he said that you said I have pretty eyes and on the way here he goes, ‘uncle says your ass is fat’” you explain with a laugh that he doesn't return.

Instead you see his lip tuck between his teeth after he licks them.

“I did say that.”

Suddenly the room is hot, and you’re very aware of how sharp his canaines look in that stupid grin. How his hand is grinning the back of the couch cushion. And for some goddamn reason you just had to look down, that fucking print so visible against his inner thigh.

Your breath falters, eyes wide and you swallow back any doubt. So he had said all that stuff and it want just Yuji repeating something or just talking.

“I-Well I…Thank you? I-I mean I’d be lying if I said hadn’t looked at you too.” You admit, his body shifting to face you more, almost caging you in on the couch.

“I figured. Every time I come to pick up you can’t seems to form a sentence correctly .” He notes.

“Suku-“

“Ryo.” He corrects. Lifting the strap of your nightshirt over your shoulder, playing with the fabric for a moment.

“Ryo.” You test, hearing his exhale heavily.

“Let’s stop pretending there’s nothing happing and has been happening here. No rule against fooling around with me is there?” Sukuna tests, his hand trailing up to rest no on your neck, his thumb pulling your lower lip down.

“No.”

And with that you make the first move to connect your lips, his arms immediately going to lift you up ans set you against his lap.

Damn does that bulge feel to much better resting between your legs than just looking at it.

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Authors note: OKAY YEHA ITs gonna be a 3 parter with smut in the next one I cant resist lol yall know smut is my specialty! LMK if you wanna be added to the taglist shawty!

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[thatartsyej]

I’m bored at work rn so imma just drop some hc for Toby LMAOOOO

(This is more based in my au btw lol)

Ticci Toby Headcanons

- Very big guy, like big big. As an adult stands at 6ft 4inches (193.04 cm ) and 185 lbs (83.92 kg)

- Used to be pretty scrawny as a teenager but gained some weight as he got older thanks to Brian and Tim borderline forcing this guy to eat

- Still a skinnier guy but definitely got some weight to him.

- Pretty much one of those guys who doesn’t LOOK like he’d be that strong only for him to be able to actually throw another person if he wanted to LMAOOO

- Dudes arm strength is insane. But when you you’ve been throwing around hatchets and axes since 17 that’s to be expected.

- But no seriously dude could throw you and has definitely thrown people before

- When he first became a proxy though Toby actually struggled a bit with the whole killing thing. Not cause of the morality issue but more so because dude was an anxious mess.

- Toby was ,,,,, a bit awkward to say the least. Was very wary of everyone and everything. Didn’t trust Tim and Brian. Honestly was slightly scared of them

- Would freeze up sometimes during his first missions because he would get so overwhelmed with everything going on.

- Finally put actual effort in to getting better at fighting after Tim told him straight up if he couldn’t take care of missions successfully, the operator would kill him.

- Brian gave him the advice that it’s easier to do it if he just took all his pent up anger out while doing missions.

- Yeaaaa he definitely took that shit to heart bc when the next mission came around? Oh boy

- Safe to say he realized that he isn’t a little kid who couldn’t defend himself anymore. That he is the one people were afraid of now.

- And boooyyy did that feel great

- When it came to actually completing his first mission on his own he was a nervous wreck. Took Brian an hour to calm him down. For the first year or so he had Tim and Brian to fall back on when things got tough, now it was gonna be just him though.

- “What happens I- if I fuck it up?”

“You won’t “

“ but what if I do?”

“Toby just go do the damn job. You’ll be fine”

- He did do good, a little too good actually. Soon Toby would have more successful missions than he did failed ones. And was a lot more confident in himself than before.

- Which made Slender’s interest in him peak. Whether that’s good or bad depends on who you ask.

-Nowadays he usually will stick around whatever area Masky and Hoodie is in but will still go off on his own.

- Hates being away from them for long. They’re kind of the only “positive” father figures he’s had his entire life, but would rather jump into oncoming traffic than admit that.

- Still an anxious person, has just learned how to conceal it very well.

- Personality wise, it can really vary what version of Toby you get depending on what the situation is.

-If you’re a fellow proxy, Toby can be fairly laid back, hyper even. Likes to hang out with Kate and Rouge when they’re around. Will do whatever with the others, he’s just happy to tag along.

- If you’re someone he doesn’t like, he is quite insufferable lol. Will purposely go out of his way to antagonize you and pick on you.

-Will also call you the wrong name on purpose. Sometimes it’s not even close to what your name is, he just thinks it’s the funniest thing ever.

- If you’re a target? R.I.P

- Will not say a word. Nothing at all just stares you down silently.

- He’ll just watch you for a long time before he actually makes his move. Will just ever so slightly move things in your place when you’re not there. Maybe the photo on the wall is slightly crooked, or a favorite item of yours is missing.

- just little things that you might not notice right away, but when you do you think “huh that’s weird”

- then it escalates to windows/doors being slightly ajar, unlocked or even just straight up opened all the way.

- He wants you to be nervous. The more scared you are, the less able you are to think clearly.

- You hear him before you actually see him. The small sound of bones popping and quiet grunts and swear words

-Then you see him

- Whether it’s at the end of your hallway, the corner of your room, or in the woods.

- He stands there for a moment, not moving an inch besides the occasional tic

- At this point there’s nothing you can do. You can’t outrun him and you sure as fuck can’t out power him. You’ll still try and like all the others, fail.

- There is a small blessing tho, and that is that your death will usually be quick.

- Toby is not one for torture. Not very good at keeping people alive long enough for that but better believe he can sure as hell make it hurt

- Definitely enjoys it a lot more than he is willing to admit. Not that he would need to admit it everybody knows

- When he’s not working or hanging out with others, he tries to find anything else to distract himself. He’s actually quite good at drawing, but gets frustrated with it when his tics mess him up

- Will also just go on walks. And not just short lil ones either this man will go missing for HOURS

- Made Tim and Brian panic at first when he started doing that but eventually just accepted he’ll come back at some point.

- Absolutely will smoke weed to chill out as well too. It helps with his nerves and tics. Also helps when he is having manic/ depressive episodes.

- Just does anything to preoccupy himself. He hates doing nothing because then all he has is his thoughts which never leads anywhere good

[zepskies]

Just saw a TikTok where a woman says that her husband uses the dyson air wrap he brought for his wife more than her, why can I see Ben also acting like that 🤣

Lmfao oh, anon. That's really funny to imagine. 😂

I feel like Soldier Boy (Ben)'s been surrounded by hair stylists for most of his life, so might not be as well versed in managing his own hair. But he absolutely would be one to shave for himself, since that's more of a right of passage for men, especially one of his time.

However, when his S.O./girlfriend/wife comes into the picture, he'd probably start to get used to at least figuring out how to style his own hair at home... That's where the Dyson hairdryer comes in. 🤣

Imagine Soldier Boy (Ben) Using Your Hairdryer:

At first, Ben's intrigued and bewildered looking at this "stupid fucking thing," trying to figure out how it works with all these weird attachments.

Muttering to himself, "Looks like one of her dildos, for Christ's sake."

That thought might make him hesitate on actually trying it out, but when he finally manages to switch it on, it's like a lightbulb goes off above his head. Something inside him has just gotta try this thing.

He doesn't dare experiment while you're at home though. He's going to wait until you're out of the house, for at least a few hours.

He's going to try and fail a few times to actually do what he wants to do with his hair (a simple blow-dry). But eventually, "Ha!" He's done it.

You notice something different about him when you get home. You squint your eyes at him, looking at the gentle, downright shiny swoop of his hair to match his well-trimmed beard.

"Did you..." you trail off.

He raises his brows, feigning ignorance. "What?"

"...Never mind," you say, but you do tell him he looks handsome today.

Of course, his vain ass smirks in a way that says, I look handsome every damn day. (You roll your eyes in amusement.)

You do eventually catch him using your hairdryer. He's humming while he grooms himself in the bathroom, expertly maneuvering the various attachments as he sees fit.

It's the biggest struggle of your life to contain your shock (and laughter). You're torn between leaving him be to practice some healthy self-care...and your instinct to sneak a pic or two. Maybe even a quick video that you might just send to Annie and the rest of the boys later.

That's when Ben catches sight of you in the mirror. His look of concentration melts into a surly, frowning mixture of surprise and embarrassment. He switches off the hairdryer and lays it down on the counter. For a moment, he just stands there, knowing he's caught, bracing himself for your teasing.

Biting your lip, you go over to him and raise up on your toes, leaning one hand on his shoulder so you can sift your fingers through the soft brown strands of his hair.

You smile. "Looks good, babe. Good job."

Slowly, his lips form a familiar cocky smile.

"Damn right, it does."

AN: LOL I didn't intend for this to be a full-on headcanon/imagine, but that's basically what happened. 😂

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[pasukiyo]

Hey!! Idk if you are taking requests but can I ask for a Tom Riddle x Hufflepuff reader imagine where they are academic rivals and are fighting over a book in the library and Tom pins the reader to a bookshelf and it turns into something heated, the book long forgotten.

Bonus if when they have finished with their make out session, the reader sneakily grabs the book and leaves while childishly smirking at Tom who just stands there with a small smile.

Btw I love your writing and can you please tag me if you write it?

THE DISPLEASURE IS ALL MINE

tom riddle x f!hufflepuff!head girl!reader word count; 1,473 warnings; arousal mentioned lol summary; in all your years at hogwarts, you'd been competing against tom riddle. you were always at one another's throats, and today wasn't any different...

 She blinked at the hand covering hers, her fingers curled around the leather spine of the book she’d been searching high and low for in the Hogwarts Library. With a wrinkle in her brow, her gaze trailed up the black sleeve of the hand’s robes until it reached the person’s chest, a shining, silver ‘Head Boy’ badge pinned above the Slytherin House crest. 

 The furrow in her brow deepened and her lips curved down into a frown at the realization of whose hand was atop of hers, eyes narrowed as she peered up into the dark gaze of Tom Riddle. 

 “Tom,” she deadpanned. “How unlovely it is to see you here.”

 A corner of Tom Riddle full, pink lips curled into a sneer as he stepped in closer, fingers slithering over the back of her hand until they curled around the edge of the book she held a firm grip on. 

 “The displeasure is all mine,” Tom replied, glimpsing over to the Charms textbook they both held. “Forgive me for not wishing to stay for small talk,” he said, tugging the book forward and she fumbled to keep her grip on the spine, pushing it back into the wooden shelf. 

 “And forgive me, Tom, but I believe I had this book first,” she replied, anger already beginning to swell in her chest and bubble like magma at the pit of her throat. Tom already seemed to have this effect on her anyways, but why, why of all days did he have to have this book now, when she needed it so desperately?

 Tom’s eyelids narrowed and her glare hardened right back in challenge— he must’ve somehow already known that she’d be needing this book. Oh, she wouldn’t put it past him— perhaps he’d eavesdropped in on the conversation she’d had with her fellow Hufflepuff, Clara Wingrave, earlier when she said she’d be spending her night studying for her Charms N.E.W.T. She had every intention of finishing off her seventh year at Hogwarts as top of her year— there was no way in hell she’d allow Tom to best her this time. 

 “I’m not so sure,” Tom straightened, his displeasure evident in the coal black of his eyes and she puffed out her chest, the ‘Head Girl’ badge above the Hufflepuff crest on her breast glistening even in the dimly-lit library. Tom’s eyes flickered there and oh— he was doing it again. 

 He’d always do this to her, always give her those eyes, that look like for a moment, he wanted her. He’d done it ever since they were fifth years when they’d both been named prefects and nearly toppled into one another trying to be the first ones into the prefect compartment on the train ride to Hogwarts. He’d done it every time they had debates in the middle of Transfiguration, every time they practiced charms in class, even when they had been assigned to a duel in Defense Against the Dark Arts. 

 He’d do it almost every chance he got, and this time certainly was no different. She knew he knew what he was doing and what was worse— sometimes, she feared it was working. 

 Tom was trying to weaken her, to expose a weakness within her and exploit it, use it against her. She’d admit that warmth would flood in pools at her cheeks when his gaze lingered on her lips a moment far too long, just as it did now. But when Tom’s own mouth began to curl into a smirk, she knew that she had had enough. 

 Years of competing against one another, of trying to outdo the other, of trying to prove her worth over his, of repressed tension, and outright frustration was beginning to prove to be rather exhausting. To say she’d had enough was the understatement of the century— so when her gaze flickered down to his lips and she could feel the tips of his fingers ghost over her knuckles where they still stayed splayed on the spine of the Charms book, she snapped.

 She was like a rubber band pulled past its limit, the way she threw herself into Tom Riddle, the boy she loathed, or at least, spent all these years convincing herself she hated. Her lips were like a meteor crashing into his like he was the earth and Tom nearly recoiled from the surprise. With her hand not on the spine of the book, she grabbed a fistful of his robes, drawing herself in closer to him to deepen their kiss, her tongue swiping over his. 

 Her heart was pounding against the inside of her chest— what was she doing? What was she even thinking? Was she even thinking at all?

 She didn’t know the answer. Her mind focused solely on Tom Riddle and his lips, his tongue pirouetting around hers once he’d gotten over the initial shock that she was, indeed, kissing him. One of his hands slithered around her waist, palm pressed against the small of her back, while the other cupped the side of her neck, drawing her in even closer. She hummed into his mouth as her hand not fisted in the chest of his robes snaked its way around his neck until her fingers reached his nape, ringlets of his perfectly-tamed dark hair woven between them. 

 For a moment, nothing mattered. For a moment, it was like there was no bad blood between them, nor had there ever been. She kissed Tom Riddle like she’d been pining for this for forever, like she’d been waiting for this moment since the first moment she’d laid eyes on him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if she always had, if there were a part of her that always dreamed she’d be given the opportunity to kiss him, to have him in such a way. She wondered if a part of her was giddy, while the other half of her wondered if she was just stupid. 

 Their lips broke for a moment so air could be ushered back into either of their lungs and her eyelids fluttered open to find that Tom was already staring down at her, gaze so dark, she wasn’t sure where his pupils began and his irises ended. A string of saliva bridged between their lips and she looked between it and back up at Tom, already hungry for more. 

 “You’re a lousy kisser,” she managed between breaths, attempting to rekindle at least some of the animosity between them, for normalcy’s sake. Tom’s eyes flickered back down to her mouth, eyeing the thread of saliva stringing their lips together. His head shook, head bowed as he leaned in closer. 

 “Be quiet,” he murmured before his lips were on hers again, using the hand he had on the side of her neck to push her up against the bookshelf, her hands darting for the elbows of his robes for balance. 

 His opposite hand palmed at the flesh of her hips through her own robes and she mewled into his mouth as their muscles wrestled against one another. Trying to overpower Tom was proven futile, and while for her dignity’s sake, she wanted to keep fighting, she couldn’t deny the pleasure she found in letting him take control, in letting him explore her mouth deeper, more freely. She could feel her core pulse with the ache of her growing arousal, feeling sweat begin to bead at her hairline from her face’s heat. 

 Merlin, what was she doing?

 This was a boy she hated, a boy she’d been competing against for years now and here she was, snogging him in the library where anyone could catch them any moment now. 

 And she had N.E.W.T.s to study for. 

 She peeled her eyelids open, thankful Tom’s were closed as she removed her hand from one of his elbows, eyeing the Charms book from the corner of her eye. As carefully as she could, she stretched her arm until the tips of her fingers could hook around the top of the spine, her chest surging into his as she yanked it from the shelf, savoring the taste of Tom Riddle’s mouth before she pushed him away altogether. 

 Tom panted as his eyelids snapped open, reaching up to wipe their mix of saliva that had begun to slide down the side of his mouth. Although flushed and clearly out of breath, she held the Charms book proudly up for him to see, spit-covered lips curving into a mocking smile as she began to speed walk away. 

 “Thanks for the book, Riddle! Don't worry, perhaps you'll get your turn after N.E.W.T.s are over,” she called over her shoulder and just before she turned to face the right direction, she swore she could see the pearly whites flash behind Tom Riddle’s lips in a smile. 

a/n; omg i'm so sorry, you literally sent this request in MONTHS ago and i've been so behind 😭 i do hope this is somewhat what you imagined, and i hope you enjoy it!

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NeedyChoso x fem! reader

Tags: smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of p in v, masturbation (male), a very horny, needy Choso, pussydrunk Choso, like he's DOWN BAD, very slight College AU, pet names, swearing.

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A/N. Uhhh this is my first fic I'm posting... kinda nervous tbh but my brain's been brimming with steaming HOT Choso brainrot since July... have to get it out somehow I guess lol

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You were sitting on the couch, your eyebrows lightly furrowed in concentration as you tried to get some reading done for your philosophy class, Choso lying stretched out with his legs in your lap. He’d called you wanting to come over, begging and promising that he wouldn’t distract you when you said you really needed to get some work done. In all honesty, you really couldn’t say no to him, especially when you imagined his sad, pouty face on the other end of the line. The two of you had been inseparable even before you started dating, and now that you were, Choso was even more clingy and affectionate, something you were more than okay with.

So, as you sit on the couch, Choso’s laying down, his head resting on the armrest with his legs stretched out in your lap. So far, he’d lived up to his promise, quietly hanging out on the couch with you as you read, taking breaks from playing on his switch to observe you, admiring how adorable and serious you looked; your eyebrows knit together in concentration, your lips slightly pursed, you finger fiddling with the page of your book. He’d been so good and so patient, but his resolve was wearing thin, especially when you looked so cute wearing an oversized t-shirt and some sleep shorts that displayed your thick, plush thighs that he loved so much. He wanted more than anything to squeeze and knead them, oh the sounds you made when he did, then kiss and lick his way up to your- He shook his head slightly, trying to dislodge the naughty thoughts in his head in an attempt to delay the emergence of his impending boner, but it was no use. If you hadn’t been busy, you would’ve easily noticed his boner, especially with the position he was laying in, but he had time to sit up and scoot next to you, a relatively less conspicuous position for his boner.

Noticing his sudden movement in the corner of your eye, you lift your eyes off your book to look over at him, a curious look on your face.

“You holding in there, Cho?” you smile softly at him, his patience not going past you unnoticed, as he’s usually one to talk your ear off or draw your attention. 

“Uh, yeah, doing good,” Choso says nonchalantly, as if there wasn’t a war going on in his mind between wanting to be good for you and acting on his lustful thoughts. Chalking up his behavior to him just being fidgety, you didn’t think anymore of it, squeezing his hand lightly and giving him a kiss on the cheek before returning your attention to your book. Breathing deeply, he tried to calm the rapid beating of his heart and his aching dick, leaning to rest his head on your shoulder, but oh boy was that a mistake. This close, he could smell you so vividly; the lingering scent of the products you used on your hair, your subtle perfume, even the detergent of your clothes combined to create the scent of you, and it made his dick so much harder. The smell of your hair reminded him of the first time you’d asked him to be rough with you; he was fucking you from behind while you moaned and babbled in ecstasy, letting out the most seraphic gasp when he entangled his hands in your hair, yanking your head backwards to look at him while he fucked you. Swallowing thickly, he observed the way you had your feet rested on the edge of the coffee table so your legs were slightly bent, giving him the perfect view of the soft expanses of smooth skin on your thighs; even when you didn’t shave, they were still so soft. He knew he couldn’t disrupt you, after all, you both had ADHD and got distracted so easily, and you were concentrating so well, he didn’t want to ruin that.

He’d nearly made up his mind to go to the bathroom and jerk off his depraved thoughts so you could concentrate, when you fidgeted; probably trying to find a new comfortable position, before turning yourself towards him and swinging your legs to lay out in his lap, your back against the armrest of the couch. You not only prevented him from moving without you noticing, but your plush thighs were now in his lap, mere centimeters away from his throbbing erection. One move, one little shift, and you’d feel his arousal in all its glory. Not that he was ashamed or necessarily embarrassed about being found out because it wasn’t a new scenario for the two of you; you knew full well the effect you had on him, even when it was unintentional. Hell, he almost thought about waiting, letting you discover him bricked up, sitting pretty and patient for you, but his resolve was weakening with each second he stared, wide-eyed, at your gorgeous thighs, itching to touch you. Softly placing his hand on your thigh, just above the knee, he drew small circles with his thumb, noticing how you sighed softly at the comforting touch. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm was enough to completely snap any resolve that remained, giving in to slowly sliding his hand up your thigh, feeling the firm muscle of your quads give way to the plush, bouncy fat of your upper thigh.

He’d nearly made up his mind to go to the bathroom and jerk off his depraved thoughts so you could concentrate, when you fidgeted; probably trying to find a new comfortable position, before turning yourself towards him and swinging your legs to lay out in his lap, your back against the armrest of the couch. You not only prevented him from moving without you noticing, but your plush thighs were now in his lap, mere centimeters away from his throbbing erection. One move, one little shift, and you’d feel his arousal in all its glory. Not that he was ashamed or necessarily embarrassed about being found out because it wasn’t a new scenario for the two of you; you knew full well the effect you had on him, even when it was unintentional. Hell, he almost thought about waiting, letting you discover him bricked up, sitting pretty and patient for you, but his resolve was weakening with each second he stared, wide-eyed, at your gorgeous thighs, itching to touch you. Softly placing his hand on your thigh, just above the knee, he drew small circles with his thumb, noticing how you sighed softly at the comforting touch. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his palm was enough to completely snap any resolve that remained, giving in to slowly sliding his hand up your thigh, feeling the firm muscle of your quads give way to the plush, bouncy fat of your upper thigh.

Your breathing hitched subtly as he gently massaged your thigh, glancing down to his hand on your thigh before returning to your book, trying your hardest to focus on the book in front of you, but it was no use. You couldn’t help but glance back down, waves of heat already pooling between your thighs as you watch his large hands massage your thighs, calloused fingers digging gently into your skin.

“Cho…” you sigh shakily, meeting his gaze, his warm brown eyes dark and half-lidded, brimming with pleading desire. “I-it’s kinda hard to concentrate when you’re touching me like that…” you laugh breathlessly.

“M’s sorry, baby, I couldn't resist…” he groans, sliding his hand to the inside of your thighs, massaging the plump flesh of your thighs, fingers grazing over the hem of your shorts. “So fuckin’ soft…” he whispered, enamored with how your flesh bounced back when he squished it with his hand. Pulling your thigh towards him to spread your legs a bit, you gasp feeling your thigh rub his hard erection, a whimper escaping him from the friction.

“M’ sorry, I’ll stop if you want me to, I just missed you s’ bad” he sighed, his gaze needy and pleading to let him continue. It had been 2 weeks since you two had been intimate, largely due to the stress of work and impending finals. You’d be lying if you said you didn't miss his touch, in fact you were just as needy as he was, but the stress and anxiety of your finals loomed over your head like a wet blanket. Sensing something was on your mind, Choso brought his hands up to hold your face, “What's wrong, angel? I'm sorry, I understand if you're not in the mood-” he said with a worried expression before you cut him off.

“No it's not that,” you sigh, leaning into the warmth of his touch, Choso’s gaze softening as he caresses your face soothingly. “I’ve missed you too, I’ve just been so overwhelmed and stressed lately that I’ve been unconsciously overlooking my own needs…” you say softly, squeezing his arm gently. “And right now I really need you…” you whisper, your gaze flickering to his soft, pink lips, back up to his bedroom eyes. 

“I know that feeling well, but you’ve been working so hard…” Choso sighs, his thumb coming down to run across your bottom lip, as he leans in. “You’ve been such a good girl…” his hand returns to massage the inside of your thigh, his fingertips ghosting over your heat through the thin fabric of your shorts, making you shudder. “And good girls deserve to have their pussy eaten out…” he whispers, his deep husky voice and hot breath on your face making your core throb. Dropping your book, you grabbed his shirt, smashing your lips into his in a needy kiss. Choso kisses you with equal intensity, moaning into the kiss as he places his arms on either side of you, pulling himself up so he’s hovering over you, his hand returning to torturously rub your core through your shorts, earning a small gasp from you.

“Can’t so much as look at my legs without craving my pussy, huh?” you tease him breathlessly, moaning as he slips your shorts to the side to tease around your clit through your soaked panties, a deep chuckle escaping his lips.

“It’s been too long, angel, I’m fucking starved for her” he whispers, his nose brushing yours as his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, “think she missed me too, how she’s drooling so perfectly for me” he huffs, breaking the distance with a wet, needy kiss, moaning into your mouth as your tongues flick against each other. You buck your hips up at his teasing, before he finally relents, stroking your clit with his thumb, making your body jolt in sensitivity.

“Ngh, you gonna eat my pussy or not?” you tease, earning a small laugh from Choso.

“Someone’s impatient, just doing a little meal prep,” he smirks, relishing in your reactions; he loved how much of a brat you were when he was in charge, begging him to just touch you when he was getting you warmed up. You whining about being teased was ironic, considering how you lived to tease Choso in bed, ghosting your fingers over his rigid cock while he panted like a dog, then proceeding to edge him until he begged and cried for you to sit on his cock. 

“Gotta get this pretty pussy nice and drenched, juice her for all she’s got,” he growled in your ear as he slipped your panties to the side, he gently brushed his fingers up and down your drenched folds, making sure to bump your clit with each pass, making you shiver and tense up. 

“S-shit, pleaseee, Cho, need to feel you…” you whimpered pathetically, your pussy clenching around nothing each time his fingers ghosted over your hole, the anticipation killing you.

“Alright, baby, since you asked nicely,” he said, slowly slipping his middle finger into your drenched heat, curling up in a come-hither motion to caress your g-spot, just like you’d taught him. 

“Ohhh, shitt” you moaned, spreading your legs further to encourage him, grinding your hips up in desperation.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet,” Choso moaned through gritted teeth. Your expression was driving him crazy, the way you looked at him, eyes half-lidded and clouded with lust, cheeks flushed, mouth hung open, made his cock twitch and leak in his pants. Desperate to pull out more of those pretty moans, he added his index finger, curling up faster into your cunt, filthy sounds of your pussy squelching mixing with your gasping moans. The sounds of your wet cunt made him spiral, his mouth watering at the thought of licking at your pretty pussy. Slowing down, he slipped his fingers out of your heat, making you whimper in disappointment, only to be mesmerized as he brought his slick-covered fingers to his mouth, licking your juices off them.

“Fuckk, need more, right now,” he growled at your taste, he grabbed the backs of your thighs, folding your legs up so he could slip your shorts and panties off. Slipping off the couch to kneel on the ground, he patted the cushion in front of him,“Come sit here, baby, and spread those pretty thighs for me” he instructed softly. Repositioning yourself in front of him, you pulled up your baggy t-shirt, exposing your plush, full tits, not bothering to wear a bra just to do homework. Choso cursed under his breath, gazing at you in complete awe at your beauty, “Never get used to how gorgeous you are, angel” he whispers as he leans forward to cup your face, kissing you sensually. You guide his hands up to grope your breasts, pulling your face away from him slowly, bathing in the comfort of his touch. He gently squeezes and kneads your plush tits, pinching your nipple as moans fall from your lips. He leans down to suck on your nipple, using his tongue to flick the sensitive bud, causing you to spread your legs wider as more wetness seeps into your core. 

Separating from you with a wet pop, he grabs your hips, sliding you to the edge of the cushion so your ass hangs off a bit. He squeezes the plush of your ass before sliding his hands to delicately stroke your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh on the inside. The feeling of his hot breath fanning over your wet core driving you insane, whimpering needily as your cunt throbbed and clenched around nothing.  

As if responding to your whines, leaned in to plant a wet kiss to the inside of your thigh, humming against your skin, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb to your other thigh. His eyes, stormy and clouded with desire, are glued to your face as he kisses up your thigh, licking and nibbling at the supple flesh, marking your skin. Whimpering as he lavishes your skin with delicate bruises, you card your fingers through his soft, raven locks, tugging softly to guide him to where you needed him the most.

“C-Cho, please…” you whined breathlessly, tugging harder on his hair, making him moan against your skin. 

“Mmm, I know doll, being so patient,” he hums against the skin of your thigh, before inching to hover his mouth over your dripping cunt, softly kissing and licking the outside of your pussy lips in a way that caused a gush of arousal to drip from your core. 

“Shit, so fuckin wet for me,” he moans, using his tongue to lick the trail of arousal dripping from your pussy down your taint, groaning at the taste. “You taste s’ fuckin good, angel,” he moaned into your cunt, pads of his fingers digging into your thighs as his tongue lapped at your wet folds, licking up your arousal like a starved man. 

“Nghhh yess!” you moaned, grinding your hips up each time his nose bumped your clit. He circled his tongue around your entrance, teasing it, while he brought his thumb up to gently rub circles to your clit. “Oh god, don't stop!” you mewled feeling his calloused thumb stimulating your sensitive clit. To Choso, you were quite a sight to behold; looking down at him with your pretty face all scrunched up in ecstasy, your gorgeous body quivering under his touch, and most of all the heavenly sounds you made. Choso lived and breathed for how loud you were in bed, your heavenly sounds letting him know just how good he was making you feel, always praising him to the ends of the earth. That's to say that Choso was quite literally on cloud 9, and it's no understatement to say he could feast on your cunt for hours. 

“C-Choso, wanna feel your f-fingers in me, please…” you begged, and he could feel your cunt pulsating with his tongue, craving to be filled. 

  “Fuck…” he groaned into your pussy, feeling your wet cunt pulsate, begging to be filled. “Want me to fuck you with my fingers, huh?” he growled, not waiting for a response before sliding a finger into your drenched core, flicking his tongue on your clit.

“Yesss!” you let out a high-pitched gasp, his long, thick finger curling inside you making you see stars, heat building in your stomach as you felt your orgasm approaching. Unable to ignore his dick leaking and throbbing in his pants, he reached his other hand down to palm himself through the fabric, whimpering  at how sensitive he was. In fact, pleasuring you turned Choso on so much that he had cum in his pants untouched before just watching you come undone. 

Unzipping his pants hastily, he took his dick out, stroking it softly as he slid another finger into your cunt. Desperate to cum with you, he curled his fingers into your cunt faster, his long thick fingers stretching your velvety walls while repeatedly hitting your g-spot. 

“Ah, ah, ah!” you gasp, arching your back, rutting your hips desperately into his face, chasing your orgasm.“Shit, m’-m’ gonna cum,” you cry out, hips jolting as Choso moans into your clit as he fists his cock, sending vibrations through your core.

“Fuck, yes, cum for me, angel” he moaned, eyebrows furrowed together and eyes hazy with euphoria as he bareled towards his orgasm. 

Your half-lidded eyes focused down on Choso, your eyes widened as you watched Choso pump his hard, leaky cock while his other hand furiously curled into your cunt, the lewd sight sending you over the edge, moaning and babbling as the knot in your core snapped, sending white-hot waves of euphoria through every nerve ending in your body.  

“F- Ch-Cho!” you scream out his name as your body shakes, eyes rolling back, thighs clamping around Choso’s head as you cum on his mouth and fingers. 

“F-fuck!” he moans out, hips stuttering as he cums, hot ropes of seed spilling onto his hand and the couch. Falling limp, you bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm, softly petting Choso’s hair, his eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze.

“Shit, I missed that…” Choso laughs breathily, both of your faces flushed and red from arousal. “Almost forgot how pretty you look when you cum…” 

Turning your head bashfully, you smile affectionately as you stroke his face that's now rested on your stomach. Realizing his fingers are still inside you, he pulls them out, reaching to bring them to his mouth when you grab his wrist.

“Hey, don't be so greedy, share” you say, feigning annoyance. Bringing his hand up to your mouth, you sensually lick your off his fingers, swirling your tongue around his fingertips. Eye transfixed on your mouth, he curses under his breath, mouth forming a small ‘o’. 

“Goddamn…” he whispers, pulling himself up onto the couch to hover over you,  replacing his fingers with his mouth, kissing you deeply. Parting your mouth, he slots his tongue against yours, groaning at the taste of your own arousal on your tongue. 

Pulling away, panting softly, your eyes wander down to his still hard dick, still covered in his own cum. 

“I missed this too…” you say adoringly, a small smile on your lips. “Hm, you made a big mess, didn't you baby?” you purred, licking down his jaw. “Wanna do that again, but inside me?”

P.S. Kinda love how this turned out ngl, might write a part 2 if this gets enough notes. I also have a virgin Choso fic in the works because whiney sub Cho is on my mind so much it basically writes itself lol.

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Catelyn remembers Lysa as “the slender, high-breasted girl who'd waited beside her that day in the sept at Riverrun... [how] lovely and full of hope she had been.” This was early on in AGOT before she heard her father’s Tansy confession but even so, do you think that Lysa ever actually had hope for her marriage to Jon Arryn?

Also, how early on do you think her intense resentment of Catelyn began?

Augh, possibly my least favourite sentence from Catelyn's PoV. Describing her own freakin' sister as "high-breasted"??? Without an "oh no I hope her foundation garments aren't going wrong under that gown" and/or "lol what a wardrobe malfunction, it looks like her bra is climbing her neck" tagged on? Suspension of disbelief broken there. Thus writes someone who hasn't dealt with various boob containment devices almost every day since puberty.

Tangent aside, I think Lysa did start hopeful. Maybe not hopeful about her relationship with Jon Arryn himself, but that she would be able to have children and build a family. Alas.

Similarly, I think Lysa was long aware that Catelyn had personal qualities (and got attention for those qualities) that Lysa herself did not. I think it started to bite Lysa more deeply when Catelyn didn't even notice that the boy Lysa was in love with, loved Catelyn. I think it got worse as she dealt with a series of miscarriages and stillbirths, then a child with chronic health problems, while every year or two she'd hear that Catelyn had another healthy child. Then I think Littlefinger took advantage of all that misery building up in Lysa and made sure it got worse. What might have stayed a private tragedy for Lysa was used and abused as part of Littlefinger's revenge.

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Determination!: The all blue night (platonic)

Masterlist for the series.

I put in Zeff’s manga reasoning for loosing a leg this one cause it makes more sense and is much more impactful in my opinion. Like I get they didn’t want to put in he ate his own leg to survive because it’s super dark but I digress. Sorry for the slow rate I’m writing stuff school has been taking a big toll on me inspiration wise and kinda mentally too lol

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At some point in a long while hunger becomes or less like second nature

You knew the feeling intimately

It starts as a burning pit that consumes your entire stomach

Eating through stomach lining as acid boils over and spills into the rest of you

It travels and burns

Eating you away as hands scrape against the midriff to try and alleviate the ache

The pain

The want

The need

The agony

But eventually the pain becomes background noise

As does all pain after so long

You’d died so many times in so many different ways and yet starvation is one thing that is familiar to you

And like how death is your friend whom you see oh so often

So is hunger

Nights spent alone clutching a completely empty stomach

The pain becoming almost a comforting sensation in its familiarity

At some point you’d just accepted that your stay hungry

That even when dying over and over again and occasionally treating yourself to a meal you’d stay hungry

Because even when you ate it was never enough

Stomach still aching and swirling in its emptiness and collapsing in on itself

At some point a long time ago you used to go to bed with a full stomach and now each night your rocked to sleep by the pain of an empty one

Things used to be different

And you can’t remember what that was like anymore

So you just accepted as it was

And so you accepted you’d be forever hungry

Ending up a cruise ship wasn’t your intention but just as most things that happen to you it quickly becomes a new experience

And as always you go with the flow of things

Ending up on the cruise wasn’t planned

Nor was ending up somehow being found by a young chef boy who helped cover for you

But as always fate seemed to have different plans

And you just rolled with it

The boy’s name was Sanji, he was 10 and helped you hide in the storage area of the cruise

At night he’d sneak you out

With hands much like your own, scarred yet retaining a soft and caring quality he’d guide you through the halls

Past the creaky floorboards he knew by heart after 2 years of apparently living on this ship

Through the elegant dining rooms that housed grand chandeliers and checkerboard floors

Beneath the white table cloths of spotless tables he and you sit

Quietly looking at recipe books together or sharing stories between the two of you

Sanji was apparently from the north blue originally, but found himself on the cruise that now housed him called the orbit

The chefs found him one night

Scared and alone pillaging the kitchen

They took pity on him, partially out of genuine concern and intrigue at seeing the spark of talent in him

And since then he’s been cooking and calling this place “home”

Though that was a vague term

Much like yourself Sanji had ambitions beyond this small boat cruising the sea

He wanted to find something

Wanted to be something beyond an errand boy

Wanted to cook for anyone who’d have his food

To ensure they didn’t go to bed hungry

The way he describes it to you under a table in candlelight resounds something in you

Especially since he then takes your hands, promising he’d ensure you’d be full

That you’ll have the best food he can provide

All for you

Someone who’s still a stranger to him

A stowaway on a cruise meant for upper crust but not quite celestial dragons (yet they both act the same either way)

And he still promises he’d do everything in his power to make you content

He cooks for you as if you were someone important and not a stowaway

You nod along not having the will to tell him he’d never be able to do that

Not when you can’t remember what being full felt like anyways

And so you lie and say your full after you finish a plate even if your still staving

His blinding smile is able to make you feel the pain momentarily go away anyways

Sanji tells you one night of a place called “the all blue”

Supposedly it was the place that connected the north, south, east, and west together

Creating a sea where creatures from all four seas could coexist together

It was a chef and fisherman’s dream

But it was just that

A dream

Unattainable and imaginary

Or…at least that’s what everybody else thought

But not Sanji

And certainly not you

He speaks so hopeful about his dream

Of finding the all blue

Of proving everyone wrong

Of making his dream come true

He has the spark to do it

You can tell by his eyes alone

Sapphire hued just like the waves of the ocean he seeks

Similarly he sees a spark in your eyes as well

Almost seeming to Glow in hazy candlelight

And as you say you believe in him

In his dream

Believed in him when no one else did

Well, who’s to say he couldn’t become more motivated

Especially when your eyes shine like stars above the sea

And when in the candlelight highlighted by luminous stars hidden in irises he asks you about your dream

And in a haze of memory and emotion you tell him a story

One you cannot remember now but he holds dear in his heart

The story of wanting

The story loss

The story of loneliness

The story of a family torn apart

And the story of a devil fruit

By the end of it all you and Sanji sit in a darkened kitchen

Two stowaways on the same ship (though one is welcomed and the other is a mystery)

Both connected through the spark of a dream to sail the seas

One’s purpose clear while the other is hazed

But either which way the two talk in an empty kitchen and eat

Unknowingly both know what it feels like to starve

And both know loss

The two of you make a pinky promise, when he finds the all blue you’ll be the first to have one of his meals and you promise you’ll always be his friend

The raid of the orbit comes out of nowhere and somehow predictable at the same time

You’d come to know that your luck was something that ran out quite fast

And unfortunately you were no stranger to things such as this

But typically when a ship went down you were on the deck

Now instead you were in the storage

Stood atop boxes that were quickly being eaten up by cold unforgiving water

Yelling and screams echoes down quickly flooding halls

Waves crashing so Harshly against the ship that it begins to crack the wood, doesn’t help that the invading ship is bumping into it either

Confusion spreading through you like wildfire as the water continues to raise higher and higher

If you were anyone else you’d be scared of dying to such a fate

But your not

Your more worried about Sanji as you trudge through the wading waves

Feet becoming heavier and heavier with each step you take

Feeling as if concrete was slowly forming shoes over your boots or chains manifesting from the cold water that sucks warmth from you

By now it’s just above your waist and the effects of it really begin to hit you

Soon enough you’d be immobile

Unable to move and frozen like a Statue for the waves that’ll sink you with it

If you didn’t die from the cold first but you doubted that

With how the steadily rising of it your definitely drowning before hypothermia or shock

Though at this point even the pain of choking on salt water, it quickly filling your lungs for the burn of air loss to help fill the liquid

But then you hear sloshing through the blaring of your ears

And your name

It echoes and for a moment you need a moment to realize what was said or who even called out

But then it hits you

Sanji

He came back for you

Came back knowing you’d be in danger

Came back knowing you were in an area with water

Came back knowing you’d be eaten up by the waves if he didn’t

Came back because he knew knew you ate a devil fruit

Shaking cold hands grab your own and he drags you with him

But at the point in which the water gets to the point of immobilizing you he decides to pick you up instead

Placing you on his back as he drags both himself and you through flooding halls

Water splashes

Yelling continues

Sanji’s rapidly thumbing heart echoes through your ribcage as you helplessly lay your head on his shoulder

He should’ve left you there to save himself

You say so to his face

But despite that he yells at you for being an idiot

About how in the hell you expected him to leave you there to die

Not when he promised he’d cook you the first meal he’d make when he found the all blue

Not when you were the only one who enjoyed his cooking

Through the chaos you and him stumble out into the deck

The boat rocking violently as rain and sea water pelts down on you like hail

Your still weak because of this, the water soaking you to the bone

But thoroughly out of being submerged you slink off of Sanji’s back

But he holds your hand

It shakes in your grip

He’s scared and you can’t blame him

Swords clash all around the two of you, and somehow both of you weave through the carnage

For reasons you don’t like to think about he seemed used to fighting just as you were

But unlike you who content in laying down and dying he fights

Sanji will die clawing to survive

It’s why he picks up a sword

Why he points it at a pirate despite the fact he won’t win

Why he pushes you behind him even if your stronger and older than him

Because Sanji cares

And that’s something very rare now in the world

Even when the captain of the crew comes up to the two of you Sanji doesn’t back down

He proudly declares his dream

To find the all blue

And within that captains eyes you see it

That same spark, that same dream, that same determination

Though it’s dying and faded it for a moment lights up once more

You see it before being engulfed by water and grasp for it

You, Sanji and the pirate known as Zeff end up on a barren rock in the middle of the ocean

No grass nor trees

Just a jutting stone too far up from the water to safely jump in from or fish

Stuck after the captain with dimming eyes saved both you and Sanji after a colossal wave swept the two of you off ship

In the water despite your attempts in making Sanji let you go he didn’t

His grip had held stead-strong as he kept trying to pull you up with him

Unable to even as air escaped his lungs

But Zeff intervened

And the three of you were alive for now

But you could hardly call this living

You sit with Sanji looking out towards the sea, hoping for a ship to cross by

The food given by Zeff won’t last long to feed either of you past a few days, you know that

Even if Sanji does his best to ration it between the two of you

You know one of you won’t survive

And you know you won’t let it be him

Starvation is not a new go around for you

It’s probably your most common death besides dehydration, drowning or hypothermia

But it’s not a fun way to go even if the pain of a empty stomach became commonplace for you

You can’t let Sanji die that way

Not before finding the all blue

So when he’s not looking you hid the food he gives you

Hiding each piece and scrap of moldy bread

Keeping it from his sapphire eyes that become more and more sunken like your own

Keeping the fact how much pain your in from him

You distract from it all by telling him more stories

Of singing songs even if your throat feels like sand paper is scraping against it with each word

Each syllable

Each hum

But you don’t care

Not when you see his eyes reignite with hope

Not when his sullen face pulls up into a smile when you tell him of when you learned piano from a crew who befriended a whale

Not when they sparkle with curiosity when hearing of a land atop the clouds with white winged people

Not when you see the slightest bit of ease when you tell him of the constellations

Pointing to the stars and explaining their meaning

Telling him how no one was ever truly alone when the stars hung and watched

That’s what’s you had told yourself after so many weeks alone drifting

That the stars were watching

That you weren’t alone as you clutched Roger’s coat closer

Everyone was made of stardust and in the end that’s where they returned when they died

You weren’t alone, not with the stars watching over you

Not when Roger was watching over you

As you lay awake while Sanji clings to you for warmth you pull the coat closer around the two of you

One night as Sanji slept you snuck to the other side of the island

Zeff doesn’t face you, but the smell of iron lingers in a scent as familiar as the sea to you

Blood

It stains the ground and air in its presence

It’s familiar to you though, even if that’s a sad fact to admit

Sitting down next to the old captain you look to the night sky

Your oldest friend of them all

Bleak and empty with the stars being the only boots of light penetrating the deep darkness

Dead stars continuing to shine even after being extinguished, their light still traveling eons away to hit your eyes in their gentle glow amidst the sorrow and joy of life

His hand trumps your shoulder as you sit next to him, he can probably feel the bone beneath now paper thing flesh

Fat being eaten away by your body to try and survive

Leaving you a shell of yourself even moreso than him or Sanji

He can tell, and despite not looking in his diminishing eyes you can sense the horror in them

His shaking hand is enough to tell you

But despite it all you smile at him, now looking at the weathered man

Your eyes speak volumes that he can’t decipher in such little amount of time

But even with that he sees the understanding and acceptance of your own fate

And it crushes him

Grinds him down to his very spirit

And Zeff is left speechless as you tend to his tourniquet and stump of a leg

Still bloody and raw

You don’t flinch at the sight at all

If anything you gaze at blood and gore as if it were normal

Examining it as if it were a paper cut before assuring him it’s luckily not infected and that he cut off his blood circulation correctly

How you knew this knowledge was beyond him

And yet you knew it all the same

Humming a soft tune to yourself that he hears softly in the daytime across the little barren rock of an island

It’s raspy and quiet

And at the same time hauntingly loud in his ears

It seems to linger there even as you go back to Sanji

As does the fact you know what your fate is

And that there’s nothing him nor the boy could do for you, your body on the cusp of death that nothing could change that

But all the same you smile and sing in the face of it all

As if awaiting death like an old friend at a bar

Drunk on the remaining days of your life as you sung songs awaiting his arrival

You’ve always known when your time was near, you always seemed to sense it before it had come

Maybe death was a sentient entity and you’d just been able to sense it better as time went on

Or maybe you were just so used to your body shutting down that you’d noticed the signs before it happened

But either which was you knew your time was soon

There was no crying about it

Nor shivers of fear

If anything it felt more like a release and a hopeful occasion

Because you’d be released from the hunger if only to feel your stomach become empty again (but for the moment you wake in that void where you clutch a golden star the pain is gone)

If only to be released from this barren prison and find a way to save Sanji and Zeff

Because if you died you could get them help

That was seemingly the only purpose of your powers anyways

Die

Comeback

Rinse and repeat

You were fine with it though

As long as it meant you were able to help others (even at your own expense)

Every moment drags on

Every twitch of your finger takes so much out of you

Your body not having enough to power it

Despite it though you sit beside Sanji one last time

You sing for him and tell him stories

Tell him of the grand line and its wonders

The new world and its mystery

Trailing off occasionally for a break as everything becomes harder to do

The words seeming to slur and slosh around in your mouth

He can tell something is wrong

By the tears gathering in ocean blue eyes he knows

So he savours what you say

What you tell

What you sing

The words being engraved in his mind as paper thin skeletal hands clutch his own

That night he falls asleep much later than he usually did

He sits staring up to the stars you’d told him of

His grip deathly tight on your hand

Thumb lightly grazing your pulse as if to ensure himself your still there

Still breathing

Still alive

Using your pulse to try and keep himself awake even if it’s wasting precious energy

When he eventually drifts off with tears gathered in his eyes (knowing you’d be deathly still in the morning, cold and stiff and forever asleep) you tell him to find it

The all blue

He dreams of that place when you slip from his grasp

He dreams of the fishes mingling together when you take out the scraps hidden away and placing them in his pile

He dreams of preparing when you hobble over to Zeff

He dreams of cooking when the old man begs you to eat, to be selfish and you reply that you are being selfish. That you want him and Sanji to live for your sake and that was as selfish as it came

He dreams of serving you a dish when the old man can do nothing but hold you close and not want to let go and yet eventually you slip away

He dreams of your reaction as you say to Zeff your gonna go get some rest and promise to get them help with a gentle smile

He dreams of sitting beside you with his feet in the water wadding slowly, the sight of a sunset fading quickly into night

Briefly he jostles momentarily awake when you lay back next to him, smiling and telling him to get some rest

Halfway asleep he nods, partially thinking it was his dream because he’s had no one care for him like this except you (and mom and maybe Reiju)

So of course for the moment in which he’s only partially aware he sees it as a happy dream

You hold him close and he goes back to dreaming

He dreams of you sitting by his mom in that hospital bed, a dish for the two of you in her lap while you fade into the nothingness that is night

When he wakes that morning he wakes up alone and cold

He lays there for several minutes sobbing to himself as he notices the food he rationed out for you a few feet away untouched and moldy

Sanji sobs and his all blue eyes spill with tears

Across the island the old man does the same

Your body is not on the island and unknowingly to them faded to stardust

But both later come to the conclusion that in your last moments you’d decided to take the plunge into the water

To not leave them with a rotting corpse on that barren rock (since despite both of their hunger neither would eat your corpse. Zeff could eat his own leg in desperation but that was his leg, not the dead body of a child)

A reminder of both their failures

One in protecting the two young children he sacrificed his leg for

And the other in promising you’d be the first to taste his dream

Unbeknownst to them across the sea a young child reports to a ship of being a survivor of the orbit

Saying that they saw two others shipwrecked on a rocky island jutting out from the ocean

As a ship is sent off to investigate an odd group of crows end up dropping food on the barren island to Sanji and Zeff’s bitter relief

Two loafs of bread and a canteen of water being able to get them a few more days before rescue

The urge to go see them is there within your heart, but for their sake you decide not to

You’d caused them too much pain in the first place

You don’t want to rub salt in the wound

Plus you’d prefer oregano instead to season yourself

Sanji is a troubled child, he’s self aware to know that about himself

It’s perhaps why everyone hated him

But for some reason you didn’t and surprisingly enough so did Zeff

The two of you handed out kindness to him as if he deserved it

As if he weren’t a failure on so many levels both genetically and emotionally

In a sense he could get why you did it, a kid only maybe a year or two older than him

Someone he viewed as his closest friends despite the relativity of time spent together and as a sibling he wishes he had (the now healed bruises and scars you saw but never pushed to ask about as you helped put salves over the old wounds are evident of that)

Someone who sacrificed themselves for him, for some fucking reason saving your food for him even as you withered away before his eyes

If he had been more watchful he would’ve noticed it, but being half there on that island starved and scared left him more like a shell

Made him ignorant until it was too late

He could accept why you care, but he can’t accept why Zeff cares

Can’t accept why this man, a hardened pirate would give a shit about him

Offer him kindness

Take him in

Mentor him

And eat his own leg to ensure Sanji and you wouldn’t go hungry (partially worked in the end)

Sanjis sometimes gets kindness from women, moms warm hugs are evident in his mind as is the tears from a sister who tells him to go and be free

Sanji’s sometimes kindness from those his age, your the shining example but he can also think of a few guests in the orbit who played games with him in its halls

But most of all Sanji has never experienced kindness from a man

So seeing Zeff go out of his way for him

Seeing how Zeff on the rescue ship doesn’t let anyone hound him for invasive answers and ensures he gets food first

The good food the ship goers give in pity that he scrounges up with a snotty noose and runny eyes, Zeff always lets him eat first before having his own fix

How Zeff rubs his back as the both mourn

It means a lot more than words can say

As does the fact that Zeff on a silent night says he’s going to open a restaurant on the sea

And that he needs staff

A silent invitation that is solidified as Sanji quietly takes his hand with tears in his eyes

If the old man is crying Sanji doesn’t comment

Not even if raindrops fall down from a clear night sky and pelt his dirtied kitchen apron

Not when he’s held close in loving arms

Not when they sit in the deck both brokenly humming the song you’d sing like a broken record

Out of tune and off key

It plays when the two of them cook in the kitchen of the baratie

Sanji always looks to the stars when he takes a smoke break, Zerg occasionally accompanying him on the balcony in a somber silence

And even though Sanji hates wasting food he can’t help but make an extra plate sometimes

Can’t help but subconsciously make more than needed to feed someone not there

Zeff doesn’t comment on it and tells the others to lay off if they ask Sanji about it

He can’t judge when he sometimes does the same

Can’t when he sometimes looks out to sea and hears your humming in the waves

The small song sung by a raspy throat that helped ease hours of the days spent on that barren rock

Days in which he worries of his wound being infected

Days in which he worried for the boy who shared his dream and the child who looked as if they accepted death

And it stays with him

Because Zeff can so clearly see your sunken face when he spots a starved begger on the street

Can so clearly see how you curled up at night trying to keep Sanji warm as skeletal hands clung to you

Can clearly see your eyes when he stares out at night, the full shine of stars that looked so bleak

Can so clearly see you valued the two of them more than yourself no matter how either of them tried to save you

And yet they couldn’t do it

You weren’t here anymore, no body to bury or honour either

Nothing but a barren rock and cold salty water to serve as your grave

The chefs at baratie try to question when one night a year they see Zeff and Sanji leave a full plate of food on the deck

But none of them ever get an answer except it was for someone hungry they couldn’t feed

Patty always tries to chase away the crows that peck at the food but each year they return to eat that plate of food until nothing is left

And oddly enough the murder always seems to leave behind a loaf of bread in the plates place

Years later a cannonball crashes through the baratie

Cracking and breaking timber in of what Sanji calls a home

Besides that and a marine asshole with his beautiful date it’s a mostly normal day

Not the worse he’s experienced

Nor the best

Average would be the best way to put it, the baratie often times seeming more like a fight club rather than a proper cooking establishment

If the smirk wasn’t enough I n the douches face then it was the fact he wasted perfectly good food

The thought sickens him

A sunken starved face stares back at him from the wasted soup

Boney and dead

It leaves him sick to his stomach especially when a starved pirate stumbles through the door

And everything seems to come back to him all at one once

Especially the man’s eyes, they look too much like your own on those last few days on the hellish rock

Soulless and empty

When he places a plate in front of the starved man he doesn’t expect anyone from the dinning room to follow in his example

Not with their cheering of the man being beaten down by patty

But stepping through the side door someone follows

He extinguishes his cigarette and turns around just as he hears the clink of another plate being lowered to the wooden deck

And it’s there that Sanji freezes

Your eyes stare back at him in just as much shock

A cigarette long forgotten falls to the deck and is extinguished when he steps on it

His arms wrap around your own as tears drop freely from his eyes

You hold him the same as you did the last

One hand laced in golden hair while the other pats his back

His knees buckle from the weight of it all

This has to be a dream

He only sees you in dreams or in the faces of the truly hungry

Your sunken starry eyes staring out from others

But your here

And your healthy and safe and alive

And despite the fact he’s confused as all hell

He can’t help but thank whatever god there is out there that your here again

Not just a reflection of a memory

Your here

When you pull away he can’t help but want to pull you back just to ensure you don’t go

To not make the same mistake that Zeff did in letting you go that he still regrets every single day of his life

But as you pull away you don’t do so entirely, you hold both his hands as he kneels to match your level

A confused starved pirate watches confused alongside a boy in a straw hat

“I know you probably have a lot of questions” you say, your hands fidgeting in his with nervousness. You expect him to be mad, to blow up at you and yell at you to leave but he doesn’t, instead you feel his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly on your knuckles. “Think you can get the old man? I think I owe it to you to explain….oh and I’ll pay for the food. I grabbed a random plate on the way here”

[fettuccin-e]

The Wonderful Way Things Change

A/N: hi there everyone... shamefully, very shamefully, I have not posted anything original since i think like february. it was an unplanned hiatus! promise it was completely unplanned, this semester just really kicked my ass lol. BUT HERE WE ARE! with matt smut of course how could I not because he is the loml so please enjoy! love you!

Description: Based off this ask, and can be read as a loose sequel to this (my first ever fanfic oh boy oh boy). In which Foggy calls you to check in on Matt, and the sight of your boyfriend all disheveled in a suit is making you a tad desperate. Thankfully, neither of you have the self-control to keep your hands to yourselves.

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, no use of y/n, smut like so much smut who do you think I am, fucking Matty in a suit, oral (f!recieving), unprotected piv (pls wrap it up irl fuck them kids) (w/c: 2.5K)

Yours and Matt’s relationship is new, somewhat, but you both know that it’s been a long time coming. It’s only been a few weeks since he finally kissed you for the first time, since he healed your poor, pining heart. It’s not like other relationships you’ve had, with the talking stage at the beginning, where you’re still asking each other about your childhoods, favorite movies, and songs. You and Matt already know everything about each other.

He knows about your shitty job that you hate but manages to pay the bills. He knows all about your childhood, all of your hopes and dreams. Up until a few weeks ago, the only secret you’d kept from him was your frankly ridiculous crush on him.

But you know that it’s the same way for him. You already know about Daredevil, and to Matt’s unending surprise, you accept him, love him for who he is. You don’t want him to give up either side of himself; you’re happy to just have him. Matt is still trying to get used to the feeling of actually having you, instead of just being by your side, letting you slip through his fingers.

Up until a few weeks ago, Matt had resigned himself to only being your friend. The friendship he’d found in you at Columbia would remain just that. Unbeknownst to him, you’d resigned yourself the exact same way. But a misunderstanding and a frustrated and ridiculously dramatic love confession later, you’d finally kissed him like he’d only dreamed of. You’d allowed him to touch you like he’d always wanted, and Matt could swear that he’s never felt anything softer, never tasted anything sweeter than you.

So the relationship is new, but it also feels like you and Matt have just been waiting, settling into routines like you’ve been together for years. You know how Matt is, how he’ll bury himself into cases and recordings and court documents, searching for that one bit of evidence that proves his client is innocent. He sends Foggy and Karen home on nights like these, insisting that they need to sleep, that they work too hard as is.

“He’s gonna be there for hours,” Foggy tells you over the phone. “You’ve gotta get him out of there or he’s going to collapse.” You laugh, pulling on your coat and stepping out of Matt’s apartment. 

Ever since you had both confessed your feelings for each other, and Matt had finally, finally taken you to bed, you had more or less moved in. It hadn’t been intentional, nor had Matt officially asked you, but the one time you had broached the subject of maybe sleeping at your own apartment, Matt’s arms had wrapped around you, holding you to him while he pressed desperate kisses all over your face and neck, telling you that his apartment was so cold without you there.

“C’mon, sweetheart, haven’t we spent more than enough time apart?” he had murmured, and you had agreed.

“Yeah, alright Fog, I’m heading over there now. I’ll make sure you have a well-rested partner by tomorrow,” you giggle into the phone, and you laughed even harder at Foggy’s genuine sigh of relief.

“Christ, how did Nelson, Murdock and Page survive without you and Matt together?”

“It’s truly a mystery, Foggy,” you tease, and Foggy laughs with you. He keeps you on the phone the entire walk to their office building, filling you in on the cases he, Karen, and Matt are working on. You could talk to Foggy for hours, really, but he lets you go as you walk up the steps to their offices. With a promise to talk soon, maybe take a trip to Josie’s, you hang up, shoving your phone into your coat pocket.

You can hear the recording Matt is listening to through the door to his office, some judge droning on and on. You enter the room quietly, heart beating wildly at Matt in his sharp suit, without his glasses, hair mussed from his fingers running through it the way they usually do when he’s working through a case. You watch as a smile blooms across his pretty lips, his eyes lifting to your direction as he pauses the recording.

“Hi, baby,” he says, and his sheer beauty in that moment nearly brings you to your knees. This man, with his hair sticking up in every direction, his tie slightly loosened at his chest, big brown eyes and wide smile is yours. All yours. You can’t help how your heart beats even harder at the thought.

You watch his grin meld into a knowing smirk as he listens to the quick pattering of your heartbeat. “Something got you worked up, sweetheart?”

You hum, crossing the room to where he sits in his office chair. “Oh, you know,” you drawl, trying to keep your voice coy and light, even though you know that your heart is giving away your sudden desperation for the man in front of you. “I’m just thinking about all of the things I get to do now.”

“To me?” He’s playing coy too, trying to goad you.

“Always to you, Matty,” you giggle, and he chuckles in return. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling him and relishing in how his chuckle morphs into a choked gasp. 

“What- What kinds of things, gorgeous?” his voice is breathier now, beautifully affected by your actions.

“Just how I can do things like this,” you wrap your hand into his tie, tugging him towards your mouth. “And things like this-” you breathe over his mouth, before capturing his pretty, enticing lips with your own.

Matt groans into the kiss, smoothing his hands over your hips before reaching behind you to grab your ass in his big, thick hands, tugging you further up his lap. Your clothed pussy rests just over the bulge of his cock through his slacks, and you can feel it thickening beneath you. 

“And you call me worked up, Matty?” you murmur against his mouth, wiggling in his lap and pulling a soft moan from his lips.

“When my gorgeous girlfriend walks into my office, smelling like my apartment and so fucking soft on top of me,” he says, squeezing your ass again, “how can you expect me to be calm, baby?”

Your stomach bursts into butterflies at the title. You’re his girlfriend. He’s your boyfriend. It feels so very juvenile, like you’re twenty years old again and still trying to get through calculus class. Maybe it’s because you’ve been waiting that long. Waiting for him, since you first met him and Foggy at Columbia. It feels so far away now, so different, and yet, you still burn bright and warm with Matt’s attention on you. Calling you his girlfriend.

He shifts his hips under yours, the bulge of his thick cock against your pussy impossible to ignore, and you whine, just barely, but Matt hears. Of course he does.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “So fucking needy.” He lurches forward again to press his lips to yours, licking into your mouth. 

“Please, Matty,” you whisper, and he groans into your mouth all over again. He doesn’t separate his mouth from yours as he lifts you against him, using a hand to brush the cumbersome documents and files off the desk behind you, before laying you softly against it, running his hands over your waist and kissing you like you’re something precious. 

But you are, Matt knows that you are the most precious thing in the fucking world. And you want him. Matt can hardly believe it sometimes; he still sometimes thinks he’s dreaming when he feels you in the morning, pressed tight against him, your heart calm and steady with sleep.

He licks into your mouth like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and what a way to go. He could stay in this moment forever, kissing you while your hands tangle into his hair. But your sexy little whines are echoing around him, your hips moving in desperate little circles against the aching bulge in his slacks.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he whispers, and you just whine louder. It’s a nearly painful thing, taking his lips from yours, but he can fucking smell your arousal, and the need to dive between your thighs is suddenly too much for him to handle. 

You kind of want to cry when Matt breaks your kiss, but your mourning at the loss of his lips is quickly cut short by his thick, calloused hands pushing your skirt up your thighs, leaving the material to bunch around your waist. He nudges his nose against your clit through your panties, taking a deep breath in through his nose, savoring it, and you nearly black out.

“Oh- oh my God,” you stutter, and Matt smirks in that ridiculously cocky way you hate that you love.

“I mean, I go by Matt, but if you want to call me God-” Matt starts, tugging your panties down your legs.

“Matthew Michael Murdock, I swear-” You want to continue, you really do, but it’s really hard to keep your train of thought when Matt is leaning down and licking a long stripe up your soaked pussy, swirling around your clit and making your hips buck up uncontrollably. He quickly braces a forearm over your twitching body, holding you still with his strength while he eats your pretty cunt.

“So fucking wet for me, gorgeous,” he mutters between your thighs, the vibrations feeling like shockwaves up your spine. “So pretty, baby, could’ve been eating this pretty cunt since college.”

You can barely form a sentence, only able to utter out whines of Matt, Matt Matt, between desperate moans as he licks into you. You can feel him grinning into your cunt, knowing he’s driving you fucking crazy, before he’s drawing up to capture your throbbing clit into his mouth and sucks. He brings his free hand up to sink a thick finger into your needy entrance, crooking it up and pressing into a spot inside that makes white creep into the edges of your vision. He just sucks and sucks, swirling his tongue around our achy clit and playing with you like a toy.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, unexpected and brutal, and you would have thrashed off the desk if it weren’t for Matt’s strong arms holding you steady. He carries you through it, licking at you softly while he keeps his finger inside, giving your pussy something to clutch onto. As your hips finally stop twitching, Matt rises, leaning over you again, and you can’t help but tug at his tie again, dragging his mouth to yours, uncaring of the taste of your pussy covering his lips.

“Please fuck me, Matty, oh god, please. Need you in me, baby,” you whine, and you can’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed at how needy you sound. Matt groans, sounding just as desperate as he licks into your mouth. He takes his hands from your body to reach down, undoing his belt and slacks just enough to tug his aching cock out. He’s so hard it’s nearly painful, the head sticky and red and throbbing with the need to fuck you. To claim you.

You wrap your arms over his back, tucking your head into the crook of his neck as he sinks into your sensitive pussy. As he finally bottoms out, you lean back to look at him, at his big eyes staring just off your face, his mouth slightly agape.

“I thought about this, y’know,” you whisper, your nails digging into his back as he presses just a bit deeper inside. “Every time I brought you guys lunch, I-” you moan softly as Matt thrusts, hard and so fucking deep you swear you swear you can feel him in your guts. “I thought about you, fucking me on this desk, in-in this fucking suit, god, Matt.”

“Shit, baby,” he grunts, rocking into you so hard the desk rattles beneath you. You can barely pay attention to it, not when the tip of Matt’s thick cock is grinding into the spot inside you that makes you scream, your nails digging into the soft fabric covering his back. “I thought about you too, god, you have no idea, sweetheart.” You can only whine in response as he continues, “You’d bring us all lunch, wearing your little uniform, fuck, with that pretty skirt and those heels.”

Matt’s hands tighten over your hips, forcing you to meet him thrust for thrust, and it’s so fucking good. You can’t manage to answer him through your desperate whines of his name and choked moans as his thick cock stretches you out for him, but Matt’s still talking. You don’t know if he can stop.

“I could hear your thighs brushing together under that tight fucking skirt, your heels clicking up the hall, and all I could think about was ruining you. Ripping that skirt off you and making you beg for my cock,” he grunts, driving desperately into your soaked pussy. Your head is swimming, drowning in Matt’s words, his scent, his cock.

“Now I can, baby,” he grunts, voice breaking on a choked moan. “I can fuck you just how I’ve wanted, make this pretty pussy soak my cock. Can wake up to you in my bed, fuck you whenever I want, whenever you want, baby, fuck I’m yours. You hear me, angel? I’m yours.” Matt can feel your pussy fluttering desperately around his cock, and snakes a hand between your bodies to press a thumb over your clit. 

He leans over you, his tie loose and dangling over your face as he growls, “and you’re mine. Mine.”

And you’re gone, pussy tightening like a vice around Matt’s thick cock, screaming his name. Little tears escape your eyes, dripping down your cheeks as Matt groans your name in return, hips stuttering into yours and flooding your overwhelmed pussy with his cum. You can hear him, just barely, through the roar of blood in your ears as he whispers, “So good, baby, so perfect. Love you so much, so much, you have no idea. I love you, loved you for so fucking long, angel.”

You bring your hands up to tangle your fingers into his soft hair, bringing him to your lips, whispering a soft “I love you so much, Matty,” in return before meeting him in a soft kiss. His smile against your mouth is blinding, endlessly joyful, and slightly delirious.

He’s still buried inside you a few minutes later, when you finally whisper, “I’m not sure this is what Foggy had in mind when he sent me over here.”

“If this is what Foggy had in mind, I might have to send him a fruit basket, or buy him a round,” Matt chuckles, and you smack him lightly on the shoulder before you’re laughing too. Matt smiles, unable to believe that you’re his, before he cuts your giggling off with a loving kiss.

[liminalspaceau]

Q&A Liminal Space

What is Sun and Moon’s dynamic?

• Sun and Moon are two separate bots that were put together. (plot points you’ll find out about later :D) They were not created as twins but as each other’s perfect half. They were made to complete each other and Sun would do anything for Moon. (They’re boyfriends your honor.)

Where did you get the idea?

• Liminal Space was actually based on a dream I had back in January. I told me friend about it and jokingly made the comment “Yeah, that would actually be a cool fan fic.” To which they immediately responded, “do it coward.” Fucking bet. So here we are 3 months later!

What are the Tropes?

• This story will contain a polyamorous Romance between Sun, Moon and the Reader! (You!). There is definitely some miscommunication but don’t worry it won’t get dragged out cuz oh boy those can get exhausting. There won’t be any jealousy between Sun and Reader or Moon and Reader, Sun if anything is just very protective of Moon and doesn’t want to see him get hurt. Moon is a notorious flirt with the Reader btw so teehee.

So… what’s the Romance?

• While it is a romance… there will be no smut. Tbh I’m not comfortable writing that so if it does “happen”, it happens behind closed doors. Besides the Reader (you) is written as gender neutral so like… not sure how I WOULD even write that lol.

Is there a Y/n?

• Yes, and no. While it is an X Reader you will not be referred to as Y/N. The story will mostly address you as well.. You!

How violent will it get?

• Things are going to get very violent and will result in many multiple near death experiences. There will be descriptions of bodily injury and it may even get gory depending on the ideas that flow. I will give trigger warnings if things start to look really intense for the story, so there won’t be any surprises that you aren’t prepared for!

Is it a one off?

• While I only officially have writings for Liminal Space there is talks and small snippets for an after story and possibly a sequel! Keep a look out for updates.

Is there an ending?

• Yes I have an ending for Liminal Space, and I’m happy to report it will be a happy ending. (Maybe a little bittersweet).

Is there Liminal Space Art?

• Any and all official Liminal Space art is done by my wonderful friend @its-always-nightshift ! Please check out their work because they’re incredible and I love them to pieces.

Can I draw fan art?

• ABSOLUTELY. I’m an absolute fanatic when it comes to art so please go nuts!! Make sure to tag me so I can see it! 💕💕

Did you use ai to write?

• Nope! Most of my ideas have come from my own thoughts or from my friend who’s been helping me build this story since I came up with it in January. :)

Can I use it for ai?

• Absolutely not. :) Thank you for understanding.

Can I ask you or the artist questions about Liminal Space?

• Of course!! There might be some questions that the artist or myself can’t answer yet for spoiler reasons, but please feel free to ask any questions!

Where can I read it?

• Liminal Space is posted on AO3!! Chapter 1 and 2 are officially uploaded and Chapter 3 is currently in this works.

I will be updating this post with any frequently asked questions!

Liminal Space Link:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3: OUT NOW!!

Happy Reading!

[shimonerin]

Secret Santa w/ the Jujutsu High Students

Content: Giving Itadori, Megumi, and Nobara their favorite gifts Tags: fluff Words: 1.7k

a/n: literally my first time writing again after a year or two and also my first time actually putting myself out there and posting lol I apologize if it's messy or lengthy TvT

Itadori Yuji

I feel like Yuuji would ask for a DVD/cassette collection of his favorite movies and TV shows since he really is a “TV child” and grew up watching those. And also because DVDs/cassettes are not really a thing nowadays, it kind of gives him nostalgia to be watching the same movies he used to when he was younger. 

Another thing I think he’d like is a snack basket. Just a basket filled to the brim with sweets and snacks and sodas. Just something he can eat and share with someone while he’s watching his shows.

Yuuji doesn’t ask for much and he’d be completely fine if you only managed to buy one of them or even a completely different gift. I mean, he’s basically going out every weekend in the cinemas and he’s more than capable of buying a few snacks for himself at the store. Everything else is just a bonus.

What he didn’t expect was for you to go out of your way to buy him everything on his wishlist and even gave him a meal voucher to one of the popular ramen restaurants in Japan. You know he likes rice bowls a lot and what’s better than giving him a voucher that’s worth at least three different rice bowls.

“No way! You bought all of this for me?” He exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with stars as he looked over the rack full of DVDs, a large snack basket, and a meal voucher. He could feel the tears well up in his eyes, seeing you make an effort into giving him something special. 

You smiled fondly at him, chuckling softly at his lightly pouting face “I might as well, right?” You tell him so casually, as if you didn’t just crawl your way into this man’s heart with your gifts.

Without a second thought, he threw himself at you, wrapping you in a tight, almost suffocating embrace before burying his face at the crook of your neck “You’re so awesome, you know that? I was secretly hoping you were my secret santa.” He murmured softly, which you find extremely endearing. Nobara and Gojo snickered behind you and you knew you’d find yourself in the middle of another teasing session over the next few days.

As soon as Yuuji let go of you, he grabbed both of your hands, holding it in front of your chest “We should definitely stop by that ramen restaurant later! You’ve only been there once, right?” He suggested as he shook your hands excitedly like a child.

As much as he wanted to hang out with his friends this Christmas, he didn’t want to miss out on some one-on-one time with you. He’s basically begging the universe for it so he wouldn’t trade it for the world or for an extra day of training. That can wait.

Megumi Fushiguro

I feel like Megumi isn’t even interested in joining Secret Santa. Poor boy was just forced by Gojo and Itadori lol. As he’s not interested in receiving any material gifts anyways, at most he’d probably just ask for a book.

He didn’t even give you any specific book he’d want you to buy so you had to ask Gojo “Oh, he’s not really into fantasy books, if that’s what you’re thinking,” He tells you as he leaned back onto the sofa “He’s leaning more towards nonfiction novels. Like the classics, you know?”

Heading straight towards the bookstore after training hours, you decided to go for “In Praise of Shadows” by Junichiro Tanizaki, simply because the title reminded you of his cursed technique. Though, the synopsis for the book isn’t too far off from his tastes.

Giving him only the book felt empty so you decided to look for mini figurines for his shikigamis at a nearby pottery shop. You wanted to give him something to symbolize his immense care for these animals, which was one of the things you loved the most about him. In the end, you had bought a total of 10 mini clay figurines. You placed it alongside the book inside a neat box with Japanese wrapping paper and a small bunny origami that resembles one of his shikigami on top to finish it off.

When it was time to give your gift to Megumi, he was quite impressed with the way it was wrapped but kept his reactions to a minimum “Ah, thanks.” He’d say, with a hand behind his neck

Only when he opens his present will you see the visible change in his expression. He pulls out the book and the mini figurines of the Divine Dogs, his gaze darting all over it in subtle fascination.

You purse your lips, tilting your head slightly “Do you like it?” You asked him, albeit a little nervously.

“Hey! Say something, won't you?” Nobara shouted, crossing her arms at the boy “Don't just sit there and stare!”

Megumi lifted his head off your bundle of gifts as he gazed back at your smiling face, a sudden feeling of happiness swelling in his chest but he kept it in.

“It’s…nice. I like it.” He spoke quietly, as if he’s only talking to you, blocking out all of the other sounds around him “You shouldn't have bought so much.”

He wanted to say more than that but his real feelings can't be summed up in a few words and he didn't want to come off so cheesy in front of his friends.

You laughed in response, waving off his words “No, no, I want to! You seem so indifferent with Christmas and I just wanted to give you something to smile about!” You lightly teased him, knowing you would have loved him either way.

At this point, Itadori and Nobara were forcing Megumi to smile for you as a joke, poking and prodding at his cheeks like they always do.

In the middle of the teasing session, you could definitely make out a small genuine smile from his otherwise stoic face, one that's easy to miss if you’re not looking closely enough. 

Later that evening, when you finally got home, you received an unexpected call from Gojo, saying “Hey, just called to tell you Megumi loved what you gave him.” He tells you “In fact, he’s arranging those figurines you bought him at his bedside table.”

Without a second thought, you could hear Gojo put his phone closer to Megumi’s room, as the faint sound of soft clashes of wood on wood fills your ears.

Gojo puts himself back on the call “Oh, and the book that you gave him? Yeah, he started reading it on the way home. Looks like you really got him this time.”

You couldn't help the smile slowly spreading across your face like a child “Really?” You say, trying not to let your voice give out what you're feeling “That’s…that’s great! Tell him to cherish it for me, Gojo-sensei!”

Unbeknownst to you, you were on speaker the whole time.

Kugisaki Nobara

Oh it was anxiety-inducing to think of what to give to Nobara. She’s a girl who knows her worth and knows exactly what she deserves. And while that was an aspect of her personality that you love and admire a lot, there’s only so much that you can do with your allowance.

Her wish list states that she wanted stylish clothing, accessories, or anything that looks good on her, given how much she loves shopping. Of course, she didn’t ask for Balenciaga or Onitsuka Tiger. She’s not that delusional.

But you can’t help as if every gift you’d think of wouldn’t be good enough for her. You only wanted to give her the best things because that’s when you’ll see her smile the brightest. And you’d probably do anything to see it on her all the time.

Over the weekend, you made a plan to go to Shibuya, going straight to the popular fashion mall, Shibuya 109. Entering one of the more affordable clothing chains in the establishment, you purchased a cute, oversized graphic tee for her. You also decided to buy her a box set of accessories like hairpins, bracelets, chains, and scrunchies.

Buying one last thing for her with the money that you have, you go to a local chocolatier and order a box of macaroons. Nobara has always been a fan of sweets, after all.

On Christmas Day, when it was your turn to give your gifts, you glanced towards Nobara who was sitting beside you before handing her a beautifully wrapped gift with a ribbon on top.

“Merry Christmas, Nobara. You’re gonna love this.” You’d sweetly say as she widened her eyes, delicately loosening the ribbon string.

As soon as her eyes landed on the top you bought for her, chic accessories, and the box of macaroons, she couldn't simply contain her excitement.

Her eyes were basically stars as she immediately tried on the shirt, twisting and turning to see how it looked “(Y/N), this is gorgeous!” She exclaimed 

Opening the box of accessories next, she quickly tried on the hairclips and wore the bracelets, hurriedly trying them on all at once “Where did you buy all this? It honestly looks so good.” She asked you, a wide smile plastered on her face

You scratched the back of your head and grinned “I…I honestly went to Shibuya this Saturday. I thought I might find you something different from the shops there.”

She immediately dropped everything she was holding and perked up in interest “And you didn't bring me with you? That would have been the best Christmas gift you could give me!” She says, her warm hands immediately wrapping around yours “Then maybe you shouldn't have spent all your money on me. I heard some stores there are so expensive.”

Your grip on her hand tightened into a gentle squeeze “You don't need to worry. I got my money's worth so it’s okay, really.” You reassured her.

You could see the tears forming on her eyes, only for her to wipe it off as she pouted “Well, at least let me share my macarons with you!” She tells you before picking one from the box and feeding you a strawberry cream-filled flavor macaron.

Nobara made a promise to be the one to take you to Shibuya next time and even go as far as to spoil you, even when you told her not to. 

How could she not? She’s so picky with everything but you’re the only one who seems to pinpoint her tastes so well. She’s never met anyone who could match her as good as you do so she’ll make sure to return the favor.

Happy holidays x

[jisokai]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five of your other fave writers. Spread the self-love!

thank you for the tag @suguwu wahh i feel so honored <3

if a tree falls (does it bring you to tears?) (one piece, nami-ish)

Early in their journey, the Strawhats come across an unusual island, where a beast has been stranded—with you.

content: life of pi meets one piece, grief, displacement, loss of home/habitat destruction, found family

notes: even though this fic is super rough i always consider it one of my favorites! the idea haunted me for at least six months and eventually forced me to write again after several years of break from fiction/fanfic. i find it so interesting as a landmark because it pretty clearly encapsulates what i like to write about. i've experimented a lot with my style and storytelling since, but this one has a directness and charm that i sometimes wish i could rediscover.

if you cross the river (will the fighting end?) (haikyuu!!, kita)

Contrary to what granny once said, Kita thinks he won’t ever truly know who you are. You are the one who waits by the river, watching as he scrubs dirt from fresh carrots and dirty shovels. You are the one whose presence lingers like mist over his skin when you part. You are the one whose eyes he always feels, at every moment—the eyes granny reminds him of when they wipe the floor or prepare a meal together. You are the one who knows that it does not matter, that he would still perform his rituals and hold unwavering conviction even if you were not there. Because he is Kita; he is Shin-chan—repetition, perseverance, and diligence is how he lives…because it simply feels good. You are the same, committed to your duty to watch him from the moment you were pulled from the glory of a summit. And he is committed to being watched by you.

content: character study, spirit!reader, death and grief, disaster, i think it's a slow burn but tbh i don't know, childhood friends to lovers (sort of?), coming of age

notes: this was also a personal favorite for a while just because i felt like i was able to say so much that i had been needing to get out. it was my second time doing full character pov and i remember struggling SO MUCH to keep kita consistent. i felt like i pulled him apart in my brain until there was nothing left LOL. but regardless i tend to think of this fic as one of my best, and it was a turning point in my writing style.

At (y)our own pace (bnha, sero)

Sero wants to make sure you know that it’s okay to go about intimacy however you need, at your own pace. It’s your journey, not anyone else’s. Given your previous relationships, it takes some getting used to.

content: aged up characters, suggestive, references to past dub-con (not between pair), can be read as fwb, coworkers -> friends -> qpps, hurt/comfort

notes: this fic. oh this fic. i'm pretty sure this is the only one of mine that i've reread more than once or twice after posting. it's just that much of a comfort piece. i remember the process being difficult in the beginning (i had maybe 3 or 4 false starts) but then writing like a madman after that first hurdle. it was also my first fic i wrote out of order!

& we'll be brothers again (one piece, gen luffy & ace)

“Luffy?” The youngest boy grunts next to the eldest, cramped in their nest. He’s tired, on the verge of joining Sabo’s snores on the other end. “You ever think about what you wanna be in your next life?”

content: post time skip, marineford spoilers, reincarnation AU, brotherly love :(

notes: this fic hurts me if i think about it too long. i got the idea reading one of my now favorite novels and as soon as i thought of ace i went oughhhghg oww. i think it was my first proper gen fic and i found it so fun to write and focus on the pre existing relationships! i also came to realize that when i write for op i feel a sort of freedom of expression i don't have with other fandoms. i don't really know why, but it makes me want to write for op more <3

All these stars, (bnha, sero)

You always thought the circus was where you yearned to be. At least, until it finally let you in—and introduced you to Hanta Sero. [circus AU where seamstress!reader and acrobat!sero realize that their lives have been running parallel for a long time, and it’s up to you to weave them together]

content: circus AU, strangers to lovers (sort of), pining, yearning, grief, family drama, latino sero & latino reader, eventual emotional smut

notes: tbh i wasn't sure which last one to include but this one makes the most sense. it's my first proper long fic that i've ever finished! the process was kind of wild and was the first time i used extensive outlining. it was a huge project and is a huge point of growth for me. sero's chapter was a long needed character study (even in a different universe lol), and the last chapter i've reread a few times because of how emotional it makes me!

i'm scared to tag others but wahh okay... no pressure to play ofc! @shonengirlfriend @andypantsx3 @vonabel @staraxiaa & anyone else who wants to join!

[sesshy380]

got any fics or authors you can recommend? :3

Oh wow, it's been a while since I've gotten one of these. I am ashamed to admit that I've been in a real slump this year as far as reading fic goes (same with writing). That being said, I still have a lot of oldies but goodies, as well as a few additions.

(Please forgive me, but I am going to be copy/pasting a few of these from a similar question back in 2023)

It should go without saying, but READ THE TAGS. I tend to like stuff that pushes the boundaries.

Going to start with authors

BladeofM - Also known as @micheladee, is the author of one of my faves, Eldritch Encounter. Not only did this fic introduce me to the indescribable awesomeness that is @andr0nap's art, but I fell in love with BladeofM's writing style. All I need to see is the name and I know it'll be good.

QueenBastet - Sadly, we lost this amazing author this year. She will always be on my rec list. She really had a way with writing the Puzzle boys that I absolutely loved.

Resuri - If you didn't know, I a huge fan of @resuri-art lol. It doesn't matter if it's art or fics...I love it all!

atlas_x - If you like smut, look no further than Atlas lol. I am addicted to their smutfics. Infected is a zombie apocolypse au, less on the smut side, and only a few chapters, but still worth looking at.

Next up is fics.

The Cornered Collection by YadonushiRyou aka @millenniumringg. This AU has an alternative 'bad' ending that ripped my heart out and made me cry...and that's my favorite ending for some reason. If you love your fics in the same genre that Ryou loves his movies, then this is for you.

Role Play AU by @ninjam117. I have always loved fantasy, and this AU hits the spot. Filled with everything a fantasy fic needs: Magic, a Unicorn, battles filled with action, romance/smut, you name it.

The Last Puzzle - by @tenderwulf. I originally binged this over on FFN, and was so inspired that I took the leap and began writing my own longfic. If you've read 'Homecoming' by Fiver over on FFN, you'll love The Last Puzzle.

Philosophy of a Knife by @crush3dmary. Sair's writing style is so poetic. I am very behind on this one, but once I get out of my 'wanting to read' slump, I am going to binge this angst poetry of toxicity.

Kill Shot by @apathetic-theme-song (MMMOTH on AO3)- Another AU that I absolutely love. I am such a fan of immortality and magic in a modern setting. And of course, there's smut. Gotta have that smut in there.

Chained to You by @saijspellhart. A post-season Zero setting where Yugi never learned about the Spirit of the Puzzle. This is another of those longfics that I originally binged over on FFN, and now have bookmarked on AO3.

above all shadows the rides the Sun is a series by lossen on AO3. If you want to see someone put Atem through a meatgrinder the way I do with TKB, definitely worth the read.

The Sunrise is Gone is another fic by lossen. I've been lucky enough to get sneak peeks of some of the coming chapters, and all I can say is I am foaming at the mouth to see how it all comes together. This is a Puzzle boys me-flavored angst fic.

Ok, you can't ask for fic recs without me throwing in a few self-recs.

Our Scars remind Us that the Past was Real . Imagine waking up, and everyone is trying to convince you that the things you 'remember’ never happened, and that those 'memories’ exist only in YOUR head. The Thief King doesn’t have to imagine…because that’s exactly what happened.

An unhealthy Obsession . Set post-DSOD. Explores the toxic side of Tendershipping.

Returned. Gemshipping sick fic sprinkled with bits of me-flavored angst and sarcastic humor.