#oh god plz don’t cry

[rungosturr]

Two things that I learn while watching Understanding Lennon/McCartney:

-Yoko was a little obssesed with John. It was my personal opinion ages ago, but I thought that it was unfair one, cuz I didn’t like her. Now I feel like it’s not only me. The girl was kinda crazy

-John was really suffering because of how Paul treated him. I mean, we don’t know the details about their relationship, but it makes a lot of sense. The drugs, visible depressive humour…Man, he really loved him. And this love ruined him so bad

Of course it’s only my point of view, my interpretation etc. Feel free to share yours!

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Friendly Banquet

Pairing: logan sargeant x american!reader

logan gets chosen to host the end of the year dinner and that means the grid meets his partner

a/n: I’m firmly ignoring august 27th and choosing to live in my bubble of ignorance. this is my first ever smau so plz be nice - i also don’t have instagram or twitter so 🤷🏻‍♀️ doing my best with the format.

logansargeant

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logansargeant: honored to have been chosen to host this year's postseason dinner. can’t wait to welcome everyone to the farm!

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user1: HE’S GOT A PARTNER?!?

user2: HE LIVES ON A FARM?!

user1: ok but I can see the vision

oscarpiastri: it’s about time - I’ve been waiting to go back for months

logansargeant: like I’d invite you before I get my farm time in!

yourusername: don’t listen to him Oscar! You’re always welcome

oscarpiastri: you’re my favorite american

logansargeant: what?!

user3: oh i love them already

user4: what do you mean postseason dinner?!? EXPLAIN???

user5: if I find out this is an actual thing I’m gonna explode

user6: right?!? Just how long have these “dinners” been going on?

user7: brb just going to cry my eyes out

user8: why haven't we heard of this before

alexalbon: so when I have a pack of pets it’s weird but when you do it’s ok?

logansargeant: I live on a farm

alexalbon: so?

user9: I need photos stat. I need more evidence of past dinners

user10: right? Like you know these dinners be lit af

yourusername: I can’t wait either babe! But be warned - I’m putting you to work when you get home! 😘🩵

logansargeant: I’ve got my potato peeler locked and loaded ☺️

landonorris: you can cook? 🤨

logansargeant: unlike you? Yes

oscarpiastri: yeah he’s actually pretty good. but he had a great teacher

yourusername: awww thanks osc! ��

user11: oh my god. the emojis are gonna be the death of me

yourusername

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yourusername: the animals are primped, preened, and are ready to welcome the grid to dinner! They promise to be on their best behavior!🩵💙

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user12: omg they are so cute!!! Love them all!

user13: such photogenic pets 😍

maxverstappen1: I’m ready to meet them

logansargeant: they’re always ready to make new friends

yourusername: they do love to meet new people!!

charles_leclerc: how are they with new animals?

yourusername: they love them! All of our animals are extremely friendly

charles_leclerc: merveilleux!

oscarpiastri: is that scout and ranger in the second photo? they’ve gotten so big!

yourusername: it is! And time seems to fly with them in our lives now 😊

user14: oh are they new?

yourusername: they are! We’re a rescue farm and scout and her new puppy were surrendered to us when their family realized they couldn’t give them the care they needed. Ranger was just a newborn puppy — barely a week old

user14: omg that’s so sad and so cute 🥹

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f1gossippage: It seems like the grid is on the move! Recently it has been revealed via an instagram post from logansargeant that the drivers attend a post-season dinner hosted by a fellow driver. This year it’s being held at farmname with logansargeant and apparent partner yourusername hosting. And not only are current grid members invited — notably seen traveling to the United States are Arthur Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux as well as former driver Sebastian Vettel.

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user15: farm seb? Farm Seb? FARM SEB?!?

user16: we get more Sebastian content? Plz plz plz!! Post! More! Photos!

user17: I’m gonna cry if this is all we get. Please yourusername logansargeant post more photos when everyone arrives!

user18: the more I learn about this event the more fomo I get…

user19: user18 gets me. Cause what do you mean I’m not invited to this dinner…

user20: god what I would give to get a full list of everyone going?

user21: right? Like really?

user22: I’d bet money on jenson going! Like that’s his grid kid

logansargeant

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logansargeant: dinner prep starts early

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user23: god that looks so good 😋

yourusername: don’t forget about the grill babe!

logansargeant: like you’d ever let me hun

yourusername: 🤨?

logansargeant: I mean, yes dear. Whatever you say 🩵🩵

lilymunhe: you’ve got him well trained!

yourusername: right?

lilymunhe: teach me your ways!

alexalbon: what?

user24: im so jealous right? All of that looks so good and it’s just the prep?

user25: I need more photos of this dinner stat. Most of the gossip pages have the grid already at the farm! Who’s helping? Who’s banned?

yourusername: gonna be honest - most of the current grid is banned. I’ve seen the videos and have heard the stories. Not risking my le creuset

user25: oh god I feel that!

landonorris: hey! We’re not that bad!

charles_leclerc:…

carlossainz55:…

alexalbon:…

georgerussell63:…

landonorris: yeah ok that’s fair

yourusername

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yourusername: oscarpiastri is giving a tour of the farm and its animals

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user26: I’ve never wanted to be an animal more in my life

user27: nurse she’s out again! (I completely agree)

oscarpiastri: ok but you’ve definitely downplayed how many animals you have

logansargeant: dear?

yourusername: 🥹

logansargeant: 🙄

oscarpiastri: 🙄

yourusername: 😊☺️

danielricciardo: what stallions you guys have!

yourusername: they are gentle queens 👑

yukitsunoda0511: I love them. Thank you for having them and letting us ride them!

yourusername: of course!

user28: ok but what is happening Alex and Lily in the fifth pic? Like what is Alex doing???

lilymunhe: his best…

alexalbon: hey!

user29: ok but i love how both Lando and George got cornered by some animals in the 4th and 6th pictures

landonorris: they followed me! Everywhere!

oscarpiastri: this just in! Goats scare lando!

landonorris: you muppet! They’re creepy…

yourusername: 🥹 they just like you lando!

landonorris: if they could like me from a distance I’d prefer that

logansargeant

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logansargeant: I’d classify dinner as a success! Big thanks to yourusername for everything you do and have done - I wouldn’t be where I am without you and can no longer imagine a life without you. It was a dream to host this dinner with you 🩵

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user30: im? crying?

user31: oh my god same. Like I didn’t expect to open instagram to see such loving words

yourusername: babe 🥹 … I love you so much and there is literally nowhere else I’d rather be then cooking dinner and washing dishes with you

logansargeant: even the most simple of chores sound like a dream if I can do them with you

user32: ok I’ve just been called single in about 12 different ways 😭

oscarpiastri: well I was gonna tease you a little but now…I had a great time on farmname with you guys. Thanks for the wonderful memories

logansargeant: you know you’re always welcome Oscar

yourusername: we’ll keep the lights on and your bedroom prepared

user33: brb just going to cry my eyes out

alexalbon: thank you yourusername and logansargeant - it was a fitting end to the season

yourusername: it was a pleasure to have you! You’re always welcome as well

alexalbon: will definitely take you up on that. Logan mentioned sheep cuddle parties and I need to experience that

logansargeant: it’s definitely something else!

user34: oh my god it looks so pretty! All those fairy lights…

user35: lights? I’m just focused on how much food is apparently there. That’s like 3 different tables…

yourusername: I wasn’t taking any chances. No one goes hungry at my table

charles_leclerc: we definitely didn’t! It really was very good!

maxverstappen1: definitely the best grid dinner I’ve been too!

landonorris: hey!

carlossainz55: mate…4 people got food poisoning last year

landonorris: who said it was cause of my dinner?

georgerussell63: We aren’t taking any chances and you’ve been officially banned from hosting any future dinners

yourusername: im sure it wasn’t that bad landonorris

landonorris: oh no it was. Best not let me host again

user36: who let you host in the first place?!?

georgerussell63: It’s a random draw chosen before summer break and it’s now GPDA policy that landonorris doesn’t have a chance again

lewishamilton: thank you for the invite and for the truly delicious vegan food

yourusername: it was an absolute pleasure! And im glad those dishes came out good 😌 first time cooking vegan so I wasn’t sure…

lewishamilton: really? I definitely couldn’t tell. They were spectacular

yourusername: make sure you take some home then!

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Post prison Spencer being a soft dom but wanting to be pegged still and whimpering how good his girl is doing…. Plz 🙏🏾

nsfw | mdni | pegging (m) | not really soft dom spence but def post prison

being in a relationship with spencer, the two of you had learned a lot from one another sexually. there’s just something about sex and emotions, something that chemically helps the brain in some sort. electrical pulses, hormones, release of cortisol, all that beautiful stuff. one of the things that had always helped stop stressing so very much was spencer was getting your silicone cock in his ass.

but ever since he had gone to prison, he hadn’t been wanting it. in fact, he had taken on a more dominant role, something that you two usually shared evenly together. not that you minded too much but you also worried for his mental well-being.

so when spencer had come home extremely wound up and very stressed, you had taken it upon yourself to calm him down, coaxing him into letting you take care of him. and when he agreed easily, you knew he desperately wanted it.

spencer had his head down and ass up while you thrusted into him hard and fast. the whines that left his lips and loud moans when you gave a particularly harsh thrust was absolutely like music to your ears. you had assumed that he would’ve tried his best to stay quiet, shy to cry out in pleasure. but instead, spencer was quite vocal. not that you minded at all.

“o-oh fuck,” spencer moaned into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. “just like that, baby, oh my god.”

you continued your pace, breathing heavily as you thrusted your hips. you watched as the silicone cock moved in and out of spencer, watching how his body tensed with each movement. you gripped his hips, holding them tightly. “do you like this, spence? like it when i fuck you?” you asked, your hips not faltering.

“love it so much, darling,” he moaned.

“mm,” you replied, moving your hips harder, hitting spencer’s prostate.

the sudden harshness of your thrusts caused spencer to cry out in pleasure. “right there! please don’t stop, baby. oh my god, i’m so close.” he practically whined.

and you didn’t stop. not until spencer was whining, shooting his load onto the mattress and writhing in pleasure. it had been the most intense orgasm you had seen spencer have in a long while. and one that he most certainly needed.

[ratskinsuit]

Could u do a pegging lucifer fic? And the (dom gn) reader is being extra mean to him and just degrading the shit outa him, and he’s just kinda crying begging for praise

Fucked Dumb

A/N: feels like forever since I wrote a smut fic lol. Times flying byyyy, sorry i haven’t been good with request recently I’ve just been working on my Ocs (plz I have so many I need to stop) and school blah blah blah. Hope you enjoyed!

Tags: Also consent is not states here but it was stated before you two do have a system, Aftercare is slightly mentioned, smut, pegging, nsfw, begging, brain fuck, sub Lucifer x reader, lil bit of blood play? (I think- idk reader licks up some blood from his chin)

MDNI

——————————————————————— P-lease agh- ha ah.. ngh darling PLE-ase…” Lucifer sobs, tears streaming down his face as you slam into him. His breath heavy.

You have him on the edge of the bed, legs spread as your strap pounds in and out of him at a fast pace.

All day he was begging for you to touch him, knowing you were busy with some important work. He kept persisting, sitting in your lap, “hugging” you from behind as he sits against you. Walking around in stupidly tight clothes.

You breaking point however was at the end of the day, when he was testing you all through a work call you had. Running his fingers up and down your thighs, holding your hand, slowly inching it towards his hard on.

So as soon as the call ended you slammed him against the mattress, his face going red with surprise, having not expected it.

You tied his hands together and left him there to go get your strap. A couple minutes later your fucking his brains out while he’s sobs on hour dick. Bringing you to now.

“Oh no no no. You w-anted to be a little fucker all day, practically humping me every time you got close enough. So now take it bitch.” You hiss, a particularly hard thrust earning a wail from the ruined man under you.

Lucifer’s hands are tied together above his head with a pretty red ribbon. It’s tight enough to keep him from wiggling but not enough to cut his circulation.

His hair is sweaty, sticking to his forehead and jutting out everywhere. Sweat drips down his face. His eyes are rolled back, twitching and blown out. His eyebrows are scrunched together in concentration, going from relaxed to tense every other second.

His mouth is wide open, your almost convinced a fly will go into it. Drool is running down his chin, flying everywhere as moans and begging tumble out. What he’s begging for; I don’t think even he knows.

“Pl- darlin- agh hng…AH hA! Fu-uck Hng…” Lucifer lets out a wail as you hit a particular spot inside of him, causing the sheets he’s gripping to rip.

He’s sobbing, as you continue to mash up his insides. He shudders, letting out an in-human sound as he orgasms for the 5th time this night.

“That’s five fu-cking times this night whore… hah… fuck, god that’s just sad. I’ve only come once? Needy bitch.” You tease as he writhes and shakes the bed, his orgasm washing over him.

He’s already came so much tonight, but still has more, coating the two of you.

He sputters, begging for a break as he can’t make out sentences. You watch as the king of hell moans and cries beneath you.

The sheets are ripped up under his hands, eyes completely rolled back. You see a trail of blood leaking from his mouth, and lean forward, licking it up with a swipe of your tongue.

You lean to him, forcing him into a hot kiss, that he tries to reciprocate but all he does is tangle his tongue with yours and drool all over himself.

You let out a laugh as you speed up, Lucifer choking on his own spit under you. “Fu-ck your so dumb-fucked you can’t even kiss you properly.

As quick as it had ended he tenses and cums again on his own chest.

“Dar- AH fu-hng… ple- I can- n’t hm.. m’be… been s’ch a goo-agh- good boy… plea-SE” He pleads at you, desperate for some relief.

You decide to take pity on him, and finish yourself off. You know he can take degradation but sometimes when he’s so far into subspace he gets really upset if you do it go much.

“Du-ont worry honey, your doing amazing, give me one m-more okay darling? M-..I wanna c-cum to, is that okay pr..etty boy?” You coo at him, and he nods frantically as you speed up,

“can- m’ make.. you cu- OH.. plea- you c-cu..m”he tries speaking but fails and you just shush him, untying his hands quickly. As soon as the are free he grabs your hand with one and squeezes tightly, the other going to your waist.

He’s babbling by this point, words and curses stringing together in noncence sentences, while you praise and coo at him. “Doing g-great my love, handsome boy. Go-nana make me come so hard…since your doing so-o amazingly..” he whimpers, reaching for your face and you lean and kiss him.

Him, having just cum, and you having been edging up to it. The two of you reach your orgasm quickly. You are locked in a kiss right as it hits you both like a freight trains.

Lucifer falls back, twitching and shuddering violently with his mouth wide open in a silent scream. You shake with your and collapse on top of him as you relish in the aftershocks.

After a couple of seconds, you sit up and pull out of him, him whincing a bit.

You throw the strap off to the side and go to the edge of the bed by Lucifer head. You push his hair out of his face and soothe his burning skin.

“You did so great my love, are you okay?” You ask, Lucifer gives a little nod. “Mhm’ I… agh fuck, can’t hng… feel my legs…” you giggle and crawl in next to him.

Even though the two of you were very sweaty, you held him as he closed his eyes, the two of you embraced together. “M…love you..” he murmurs, and you give him a kiss.

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A/N: As said in my other post I will be busy for a while after this, not going on hiatus just slow updates. I just wanted to get this out because I had it halfway done. Hope you enjoyed!

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[aajjks]

Brat. (m)

synopsis. Toji finds your jealousy cute, you’re his little cute brat.

warnings. MDNI. some nsfw themes, fingering, kissing slightly yandere toji, jealous yn, toji cooeing, kisses. toji being a little tease, he calls you his brat, cutie, princess & what not, he lives for your jealousy. SOFT TOJI.

note. heh, another jjk fic because I’m so obsessed w toji daddy…. IDK HES JUST SOOO DADDY. plz share your thoughts! ENJOY! ART NOT MINE. I found this on Pinterest, cr to owners!

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“Don’t touch me, toji.”

He breathes through his nose, his dimples making their way on his face as he blinks twice, his lips curl at your tone.

You’re just so cute.

He doesn’t reply but only watches you with an amused look in his eyes, he extends his hand to pull your body towards him, you huff, rolling your eyes.

Toji almost cooes.

“Come on now babe.” He pretends to feel hurt with your attitude but if anything, he’s having the time of his life.

“Fuck off! Go to her!” He clicks his tongue when you mention her, toji leans closer to your skin, presses a kiss on your shoulder, sighing into your neck.

“I don’t even know her?!?” He defended himself, how was it his fault, you guys were out, having coffee at your favourite place when that all happened.

“She was literally undressing you with her eyes?!” You groaned, your nose scrunched up with anger, toji littered kisses from your jaw to your neck.

“Baby… it wasn’t my fault…” he whispered in your ear.

“How dare she, God….. if only I could punch her!” Your teeth grit. Toji raises his head to look at your face directly.

“Oh would you if you had the chance…?” You were the cutest little thing ever, toji could tease you forever, you turn your face to the other side, glaring at him.

“Of course! What a slut!” Toji almost chuckles at you,

he tilts his body and grabs your face in his hands, “princess, your attitude is making me very horny right now.”

He pulls your body into his lap, before you can protest.

“You sound so hot, princess.” Toji’s tongue feels hot when you feel him lick your neck, his fingers press under your sweatshirt, travelling down to your legs,

“You’re jealous?” He unzips your trousers with no struggle, his deep eyes set on your face, he loves to witness it turning all nervous and shy.

“Come on speak.” He cooes.

His fingers are cold as he reaches your underwear, “tell me.” Your underwear is now down to your knees, you gasp at the feeling of air, his hands now the only thing keeping you warm inside.

“T-Toji, please”

“No princess not until you tell me what you’d do to her for flirting with me.” He is so cocky, a sweet smile on his face is mocking his not so sweet intentions.

“I-I’d fucking break her jaw.” You barely stop yourself from stuttering, his fingers feel so thick and hot as he inserts one of the digits inside your heat.

You whine, “aw baby wan’more?” You cannot even look at him now.

He curls the finger and you whine even louder, he caught you so off guard. You close your eyes.

“I-I’d make sure t-that she’d never even t-think a-about you!” You confess, you feel him harden immediately, you feel his length poking at your butt.

“Fuck, YN. Never took you for the possessive type, eh?” He pushes another finger inside, pumping them at a fast pace, you cry at the sensation.

It feels so good.

“My little b-brat, ah!~” the man curses under his breath your hips grind into his erection, he bites his lower lip, pushing his weight onto the couch.

“You’d let the bitch know that I’m your man huh?” He doesn’t stop his torture on your poor self, you don’t respond and he pulls you in for a hot kiss.

“My little brat, love you so much.”

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Chilling by the pool + sukuna plz🙏🙏

Holiday!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: chillin’ by the pool

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna (Modern!AU) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: language, smut, pool-sex, thigh grinding, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

Word Count: 1,895

A/N: the modern!Sukuna AU is a secret weakness of mine. I love writing for these characters. There’s just something about them that makes my heart flutter! (all of the modern!sukuna prompts on my blog are in the same universe)

When Sukuna told you he wanted to go on a vacation with you, and only you, you had been too stunned to speak. Normally, if you went on a trip with him, his younger brothers Yuuji and Choso tagged along, but this time, sharing a room with two queen-sized beds and one bathroom to share. So when he told you he wanted to go on a vacation, and you started looking at cheap hotel deals with two queens, Sukuna looked at you as if you had lost your ever-loving mind before snatching your phone.

“I ain't taking no brats this fuckn’ time.”

This is how you found yourself in an Air BnB, just you and Sukuna in Kyoto. Not having Choso and Yuuji around was strange, making your time with your boyfriend nice and quiet, which both of you needed. You floated in the pool your home away from home had to offer and grinned at your snoring boyfriend. His sunglasses were on, one hand resting behind his head while the other rested on his stomach underneath the umbrella.

He needed the rest; he worked so hard for his brothers; as long as he was in the shade and had sunscreen on, there was no reason to bother him. You shut your eyes and drifted to sleep, waking up about an hour later when you felt yourself drifting under some shade that hadn’t been there before.

Sukuna had tugged his chair and umbrella closer to the pool, bringing him closer to his bratty girlfriend. When you glanced at his chair, you were met with your tattooed boyfriend's face, his sunglasses pushed up against his head as he huffed. Without a single word, Sukuna leaned over his chair, eyes glued on you as you drifted closer towards him.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to float over here?”

“I don't know how long were you waiting?”

“Too fucking long.” Sukuna rose his sunglasses off, jumping into the water. You squeal as the water hitch your warm skin with a chill. Sitting up slightly, you try to follow Sukuna with your eyes, seeing nothing but a dark shadow passing underneath you.

You felt like a shark was stalking you. One that was starved, and you, well, you were its meal. Amid your thoughts, you missed your boyfriend swimming underneath your raft. The only clue you got that he was underneath you was when your raft was tilted to the side, causing you to fall into the water.

The crystal clear water was perfect, cooling down your skin. Bubbles tickled you as you breached the surface and turned around, searching for your boyfriend. Toned, tattooed, muscular arms wrapped around you, pulling you towards the pool wall, slamming you against it. The impact didn’t hurt, but your boyfriend's hungry, feral look does things for you!

You gasped as Sukuna’s lips found your sensitive ear, licking and sucking on them while his knee slid between your legs, pressing against your throbbing core. He nibbled on your earlobe teeth, grazing over it and making you scream his name. Thank God your pool was a private one because you were phoning, grinding, and crying out against your boyfriend as if you were in heat.

“H-Holy fuck, Kuna, what—?”

“Shut up,” he stated, tilting his head to the side, sharp canine digging into the crook of your neck. “Just relax. Let me have some fun.”

“Oh, I will. I just do—oooh—nngh!” Sukuna removed his knee from between your legs, opting to tug your bottoms down, letting them float away. “Kuna~”

“I need to be inside of you.” his hand slipped further down to his swim trunks, pulling them down enough to free his thick cock. “And I’m gonna take you now because I don’t have anyone stopping me from fucking you right here right now,” Sukuna growled softly, wrapping you up in his arms as soon as you both were bare from the bottom down. "Mmm, fuck, this feels good."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his hips. "I love the water," you whispered, looking into his crimson eyes. “But I love you more, fuck I'm so glad you booked this.” His teeth nipped at your neck with a snarl.

He rocked gently against you, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder. "Lately, I’ve been finding it really hard to relax. I figured we could use a well-deserved break.” Humming in agreement, you nodded before rubbing your hands down his back.

"You work so hard, Kuna; you deserve to relax.”

He pulled back to stare at you. "You make it easy, Kitten. Easy when it comes to taking care of my kid brothers and when it comes to relaxing.”

Hearing those words, leave his mouth while his cock is grinding against you, and you are rocking back against him, eager for more. "I'm so glad I can help you feel relaxed and carry some of the weight for you; I love you, and god, you deserve the world, Kuna~."

"You are the sweetest girl on this planet, Kitten; ~" His hand trailed up to your breast, pushing the wet swim top up, teasing your soft skin. “But I already have the world when I’m with you.”

"Ah~" You bit her lip; your body was on fire with need, "Kuna~ will you fuck me, please?" You scratched your nails down his back. "I-I need you—god, I need you so bad."

"Oh, are you a desperate little slut now, Kitten, huh?" He groped you roughly, enjoying your body slowly, taking in your beautiful, soft skin.

"Mhmm, I'm your little slut~ I fuckin’ love you-" Sukuna grunted as you rolled hips rocked against him again, a little harder this time.

Sukuna turned, pushing you harder against the tile wall before leaning on and whispering in your ear. "You're such a good girl~ You're such a slut, a whore, just for me, right Kitten?~" He purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe again.

“Yes!”

“Good to know.” He forced his leg between yours, moving his knee up and settling you on his thigh. "But I'm not ready to fuck you just yet. Grind on me." He ordered with a soft growl.

You blushed, feeling a tad bit shy at first. Before remembering all the places, he had fuckrd you before. A closet, Gojo’s room, the tattoo shop. This would be a piece of cake. "O-Okay—" you mustered your assertiveness before grinding down on his leg. "S-Suku~" you rolled your puds tantalizingly slow.

“Yeah, baby.” Sukuna groaned softly, gently bringing his thigh a little higher for you, pressing it harder. "That's a good Kitten, getting yourself off on me; keep it up~."

Your face was flushed, cried out. "L-Like this," you asked, rocking a bit faster with a whimper, eyes shyly meeting your boyfriend's starved gaze.

He leaned in, kissing your neck before biting down on the soft, overly sensitive skin. "You're mine~"

"A-Ah~!" Your body rocked a bit faster over his tattooed thigh. "P-Please Kuna~ I-I'm yours, fuck, please t-take me!”

Hearing the desperation in your voice made Sukuna quickly remove his leg. You didn’t even have a chance to complain about the absence of his leg for long before that empty spot was quickly taken up by his hips. Sukuna’s cock rubbed against your folds. "Yeah, you want me to take you, Kitten? Want me to make you mine in every way I can?"

"Y-Yes! P-Please Kuna, oh fuck, please take me." You were utterly desperate and in need of him and his thick, long, pierced cock. "I'd do anything for it."

"Good girl ~" He purred before thrusting into you, not stopping until he was fully buried inside you. "Oh, Fuck—!!"

You yelped, tightening around his thick throbbing cock as he slammed into you. "Ooooh fuck me~"

“Kitten~!” He growled, looking right into beautiful eyes before setting a harsh, deep, slow pace. He was focused on every thrust, the way his thick cock dragged against your walls. How your walls tried to pull him deeper inside of you. “Fuck, kitten—You have the perfect fuckin’ body!”

You whimpered and whined, your nails digging deeper into his back. "I-I love you~!” your declaration of love, the feeling of you wrapped around him in the stinging pain of your nails and his back, had Sukuna panting heavily against your skin. God, he wanted you to be his. Every fucking inch of you. He moaned, the water starting to splash against the walls and your skin as he picked up the pace fucking you ruthlessly.

“I love you too, Kitten~ O-Ohhh fuck-I’m gonna get you pregnant~"

Having children was something you had never discussed about before. How marriage wasn’t even talked about. But your boyfriend was already imagining you swollen with his child. You’re so good with his brothers. He could only imagine what a fantastic mother you were going to turn out to be. There wasn’t a chance that you would even get pregnant right now with the IUD you had. So, for the time being, it would just be a fantasy.

A fantasy that you could get behind. "Mmmm, god, I want that, Kuna~ I want your babies~ I'll be a good mommy—!!”

He growled, his hands gripping your hips almost painfully. "Fuck—fuck—fuck!! Y-Yeah, you’ll be such a good mom to our kids!!” He snarled, rutting harder against you. “Yeah, you wanna be stuffed with my kids, huh? Is that what you want, baby?"

"Nnngh fuck!! Yes, Sukuna—p-please stuff me~ I-l aggh—fuck~! I-I'm so close, please~!!"

The water was making Sukuna feel a certain kind of way like he was high and drunk at the same time. But that was just the effect you had on him. Your pink-haired boyfriend was cumming before he noticed. Not wanting to leave you hanging, he reached down, rubbing your clit desperately.

“F-Fuck! Fuuck yes! Yes, yes, yes!! Cum for me!”

Feeling his cum filling you and the stimulation he provided to your clit since you tumbled over the edge, falling into your delicious orgasm. As you came around his cock Sukuna pressed his lips against yours, the lingering taste of rum and Coke on his tongue as he slowly thrust into you, working you down from your high. Sukuna hummed against your lips, scoffing as he pulled back to look at your fucked out expression.

“Good thing we aren’t at a hotel because I’m pretty sure the neighbors two miles down the beach could hear you screaming my name.”

“Like I give a shit.” you sighed contentedly as Sukuna held you against the wall. “Kuna—”

“Hmm?”

“I do love you.”

Your boyfriend grinned pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Mmm, I know Kitten, me too.” He loved you so much part of him was hoping that maybe just maybe he did knock you up.

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Got two ideas here (you can chose the want you one or both)

Tom’s reaction to y/n being a parselmouth

OR

Y/n having a snake as a pet and when she learns tom can speak to snakes shes like “oh my god plz tell her/him that I love her/him”

Bonus if they end up 🌶🌶

𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!ravenclaw reader warnings: smut, moaning myrtle??? 5,812 words notes: made some minor tweaks to request summary: when you learn that hogwarts’ very own head boy is a parselmouth, you wonder what else his tongue can do…

 “Oh, come on! We’re seventh years! We should be setting an example for all the younger students! Live a little, Millie!” She exclaimed as she and the fellow Ravenclaw girl, Millicent Snyder, stood outside the entrance to the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. A lock of golden hair was twirled around Millie’s forefinger as she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, eyes darting back and forth between her friend and the bathroom door. Her friend waited impatiently for an answer, arms crossed over her chest, her foot tapping against the stone floor below. 

 At last, Millie shook her head again, taking a few steps back. “No,” she said, and her friend sighed, dropping her shoulders. “Nobody goes in there for a reason. And you know what happened to that girl.”

 She rolled her eyes, “Millie, even if there’s a ghost in there, there’s ghosts all around the castle. What difference does it make?” Millie’s brow knitted together and she pursed her lips, now crossing her arms over her own chest. “Because… because, well…” Millie squeezed her eyelids together and sighed, throwing her hands down at her sides. “…you’ve heard what the others have said. The ghost in there is annoying. All she does is cry and moan and gets angry at you for just being there.”

 If Millie was trying to convince the girl to not enter, it wasn’t working. Millie watched as her friend began to walk backwards towards the entry door, and she winced when her palm fell flat against the wood. “Look, if you don’t want to go in, then so be it. You’re just acting like a child,” she said before pushing her way into the bathroom, leaving Millie alone in the hallway. 

 Once she was inside, she scanned the bathroom— no cries could be heard, and to be quite frank, the restroom looked as she remembered it, perhaps a bit dirtier than it had been before. There seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary there, at least, not right at first. She could even feel laughter bubbling in her chest at how hesitant Millie had been— as far as she was concerned, there was nothing to be afraid of in here.

 And that was until she heard something.

 She looked to the circular-shaped sink in the middle of the bathroom, a strange, unfamiliar hissing noise permeating the room. It was quiet, almost too quiet to hear but there, definitely there. Could this be the girl whose ghost has been haunting the restroom?

 On the tips of her toes, she made her way towards the sinks, each step careful and calculated as she tred closer to the source of the sound. She leaned forward and tilted her head to try and grab a better look, but before she could, the hissing noise stopped altogether. With her brow furrowed, she stood back up, wondering if it had been her mind playing tricks on her after all. 

 Until she felt something grab ahold of the hood of her robe, and she gasped as she was jerked backwards, stumbling into an unknown force behind her. 

 She could feel a rush of anger surge through her, assuming it must’ve been Millie trying to play a trick on her. With a thread of insults on the tip of her tongue, she pivoted around on her heels, ready to tell her friend off but when she peered up into the eyes of the figure behind her, she froze. 

 Her heart rattled in her chest as she gazed deep into dark, ebony eyes, feeling as though she were under some sort of trance. Hogwarts’ very own Head Boy, Tom Riddle now stood before her, pale face covered in shadow, and he loomed over her like a tower, shrouding her in darkness. Her irises flickered down to his shoulder, and even in the dark she could see the brilliance of his Head boy badge, just over the Slytherin one on his chest. Her mouth twitched with the intention of speaking but what could she say? Technically, she was still allowed to use this restroom, even if none of the other girls would, and it was still the girl’s bathroom after all. So what was he doing in here? Was he the one making those hissing noises?

 “T… Tom,” she managed, clasping her hands together before her. “You frightened me.”

 Tom said nothing at first, his jaw tense as well as it was tight while his heated gaze bore into her skin, making her feel hot, sweaty even. She blinked and looked away, her hand clasping around her elbow and giving it a squeeze. Her heart was pounding against her chest— between his intense stare and his hauntingly handsome features, she was already spiraling into a shaking, pathetic mess. 

 “My apologies,” Tom said at last, and she jumped, daring to look back up at him. “It was not in my intentions to scare you.”

 She looked away again and scanned the bathroom once more, eyeing the empty green stalls on the far wall. She narrowed her eyes at the tops of one of the doors, swearing she could see the bluish-white ghostly head of a girl before it ducked away again, disappearing from view. She blinked again— perhaps it had just been her mind playing tricks on her. 

 “Forgive me for asking, Tom,” she said carefully, wetting her lips before continuing. “But what are you doing in the girl’s restroom?”

 It was a question that would’ve caught any man off guard, but if it did to Tom, he certainly didn’t show it. He merely blinked, his same vacant yet still somewhat stern expression on his face. “I thought nobody would want to come in here. Just needed a place to think to myself,” he replied simply, his gaze just slightly darkening as he stared down at her. “I suppose I was wrong.”

 She immediately shook her head, “no! No, you… you’re right,” she stammered. “None of the girls ever come in here anymore. Not after what happened to Myrtle Warren and all…”

 Tom’s eyes flickered over to the sinks for a moment, and she tried to follow his gaze, but Tom now paced slowly in front of the sinks, hands clasped behind his back. “I see,” he hummed. “So why do you come in here?”

 She suddenly felt hot again. This was the most she’d ever spoken to the Head Boy— for the last seven years, she’d only watched him from afar much like the other girls in the castle, fawning over his good looks and gushing over his cleverness. She never expected to be here, in the allegedly haunted second floor girl’s restroom, talking directly to Tom Riddle himself. 

 She cleared her throat, “I… I was… dared, you see,” she winced as she spoke, damning her voice for wavering. Tom simply watched her with the same blank expression, seemingly neither interested nor bored. He stayed silent, as if he was waiting for her to continue. She gulped the lump in her throat back down, smoothing her palm up and down her arm. “All the girls say the ghost is awfully irritable. Just… wanted to see for myself.”

 Tom remained silent, and she found herself looking anywhere but at him. Her face was so hot now, she swore she could feel beads of sweat drip down the sides of her face. Finally, he looked to the green stalls on the far wall, blinking at the same door she swore she saw the ghostly girl before. 

 “I, for one, have never encountered this ghost you speak of,” he said, his voice deep and unshaking, a stark contrast to her own. “Perhaps, these rumors you speak of are false.” 

 He was so nonchalant. It was as if being caught in the girl’s restroom had absolutely no effect on him whatsoever, as if it was a normal, everyday occurrence. She found herself trying to come up with something to say, to somehow take the moment and stretch it out even further so that she could spend just a little more time with Tom Riddle. Her mind raced back to moments before Tom unveiled himself, to the strange noise she had heard before. 

 “Perhaps you are right,” she replied at last. “But… when I first came in, I heard something…” Tom’s head snapped her way, making her shrivel into herself just a bit, wondering if she was never supposed to bring it up in the first place. “…hissing. I think… I heard hissing. Do you think that was her? The girl who died?”

 For a moment, Tom was frozen where he stood, merely eyeing her up and down with eyes of dark obsidian, just as dark brows knit together. She shuddered in her place, giving her forearm a squeeze as Tom drew near. So near in fact, their breaths now seemed to be one in the same, his glare hardening as he stared coolly into her eyes, as more of a warning than anything else. 

 “Whatever it is you think you’ve heard, I would advise you to forget about it,” he hissed, a complete change of tone and demeanor, much unlike how he was before. She flinched at the sharp clip of his tone, now wanting nothing more than to dig herself a hole and crawl inside. “You are to stay away from here, and tell no one you saw me. Do you understand?”

 She met his eyes again, lips pressed tight together as she answered with a slow and careful nod. With the same icy scowl upon his face, he leaned away, but the phantom of his breath still lingered on her hot skin. And it was in that moment that she realized just how much she liked being so close to Tom Riddle, that she realized that he had managed to carve his own initials deep into her bone marrow, his name and just the mere idea of him now seared like a brand into her flesh. 

 Her throat felt sharp and dry at this epiphany, and now he was  so close to her, even threatening her but still, she found herself wanting to draw nearer, to be as close to him as possible. 

 Her mind wandered to the years before, to a time before rumors of the second floor girl’s bathroom being haunted, when all the attacks on Hogwarts students— primarily muggle-borns— were taking place. She remembered the day she heard the news that a fourth year girl in her own House had been killed, a rather unpopular girl who seemed unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She remembered how even she, too, felt the feeling of fright linger, wondering who would be next, when this mysterious monster or whatever it was would strike again. 

 But she also remembered when the news broke that the perpetrator of the attacks was none other than Rubeus Hagrid, and that Tom Riddle had been the one to catch him. She remembered watching as Tom was given the Special Award for Services to the School as she, along with the rest of the school, practically fell to their knees worshiping him. He was a hero! He had caught a murderer! And sure, she’d found him just handsome before but she remembered how entranced she felt by him, how even though he was quite the mystery, she wished to be the one to figure him all out. 

 Seeing him here now in this bathroom certainly didn’t help her case at all. 

 All she knew for sure was that the longer she stayed like this, so close to Tom she was practically breathing him in, she was screwed. 

 So she backed away when she realized this was her cue to leave, clawing at the fabric of her robe with her nails as she turned to make a beeline for the door, not daring to peer back at him as she quickly pushed it open, letting it slam shut behind her. Millicent Snyder jumped when her friend emerged from the second floor girl’s restroom, her chest heaving as she panted, appearing more winded than before. 

 “Are you alright?” Millie asked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “What happened?”

 She gulped, the image of Tom and his coal black eyes gazing deep into hers burning her mind, spreading through her like a wildfire. 

 She shook her head. “Nothing,” she replied. “The toilets were just… out of order.”

 “You’re staring.”

 She narrowed her eyes as she turned towards Millie where she sat beside her, chewing on the piece of pork chop she had just placed in her mouth. “I’m not staring,” she argued, turning her head to glare down at her plate instead. 

 Millie, too, narrowed her eyes and glanced over to the Slytherin table where the Head Boy sat, his friends seemingly bickering around him while he remained expressionless, tipping the contents of his cup into his mouth. She peered back over to her friend as she pushed food around her plate, distracted, clearly trying her hardest to not look up towards the Slytherin table. The dots were already seemingly connecting themselves in Millie’s head, and at the realization, she gasped and brought her hand to her lips, widening her eyes. 

 “Oh, don’t tell me you fancy the Head Boy,” Millie smiled behind her hand, even when her friend snapped her head towards her to glare. “I don’t fancy him,” she hissed, but the slight flush on her cheeks and the way she couldn’t say it looking Millie in the eye said it all. 

 “Oh, Merlin,” Millie giggled, setting her fork down onto her plate and turning her body to face her friend. “And to think you’ve gone seven years without so much as even batting an eyelash at a boy.” She pursed her lips at Millie, repeatedly stabbing her mashed potatoes with her fork. “I’ve gone on dates,” she replied, scowling at her food.

 Millie narrowed her eyes, “well, I wouldn’t say snogging William Battleton of all people for a bet counts as a date.”

 “It was in Hogsmeade. At Madam Pudifoot’s, no less.”

 “Still doesn’t count.”

 She turned to Millie again, slightly more annoyed than she was before. “So what if I have a thing for Tom Riddle?” She asked. “Is that so much of a crazy, outlandish idea to believe?”

 Millie snickered behind her hand again, “so you admit it? You do think about snogging the Head Boy?” She only scowled to her plate again, leaving Millie to erupt into a giggling fit. “This is wonderful. Look, there goes your boy now,” Millie chuckled, gesturing with her head towards the double doors to the Great Hall as Tom approached them, throwing them both open before him. “Now’s your chance to ask him to accompany you to Hogsmeade. We’re only at Hogwarts for a few more months, you know.”

 She watched as Tom and his perfectly wavy noir colored hair disappeared behind the doors of the Great Hall, the black of his robes trailing behind him as he walked. She blinked at the doors for a moment, shaking her head when Millie jabbed her elbow into her side. 

 “You’re hopeless. Staring again.”

 She pursed her lips at Millie again, “where was this attitude yesterday when you were too scared to use the restroom on the second floor?”

 It was Millie’s turn to glare this time, and she tossed her golden hair over her shoulder, making sure the ends slapped her friend in the face in the process. “Just go.”

 She narrowed her eyes at Millie and grumbled as she heaved herself from her seat, unable to tear her eyes from the entrance of the Great Hall. Although annoyed, Millie couldn’t help her snickering as she watched her friend make her way over to the exit, smiling as she placed another piece of pork chop into her mouth. 

 She had finally reached the double doors of the Great Hall, throwing them open and peering around the corridor outside as the sound of the doors closing behind her bounced off each stone wall. Of course, he was nowhere to be seen now. 

 But she had an idea of where he could be. 

 She made her way up the Grand Staircase, turning down the corridor of the second floor, the voices coming from the paintings on the walls muffled and distant. All she could hear now was the beat of her own heart as it pounded against her chest, already itching to see Tom Riddle again. Her feet moved to their own accord and before she knew it, she was standing in front of the door leading into the second floor girl’s restroom, her fingers twitching as they reached for the doorknob. 

 Her blood ran cold as she twisted it, slowly peeling the door open to once again reveal the dark and abandoned bathroom, pools of water from the sinks on the floor. The sound of the door closing behind her permeated the room as she gazed towards the circular sink in the middle of the restroom, but Tom was nowhere to be seen. Could she have been mistaken? Perhaps he hadn’t come in here after all.

 “What are you doing in here?”

 Her lips fell apart in a gasp as she jumped, clutching the chest of her robes as she spun around on her heels towards the green stalls on the far wall where the ghostly figure of a girl with pigtails and big, round glasses peeked her head from the top of. She blinked— she’d seen this girl before, back when she was still alive. 

 “Myrtle?” She asked. “Myrtle Warren?”

 The young Ravenclaw girl peeked her head a little further out from the stall, her eyebrows knitted together as she eyed the older girl. “Hmph. I remember you,” Myrtle chided, grasping the edge of the stall door. 

 She tilted her head as Myrtle emerged through the green stall door, her lips pursed in a pout. “Why do you say that as if you didn’t like me?” She asked, curious. Myrtle’s eyes narrowed behind the circular lenses of her glasses, her arms crossed over her chest, and she huffed, turning her head to the side. “You were always so nice to everyone but never thought to tell the others to stop picking on me,” Myrtle remarked. “You’re just as bad as the others.”

 She furrowed her brows and dared to take a step toward the ghostly figure of the girl, but Myrtle only raised her nose higher, her head still off to the side. She sank her teeth into the plush of her bottom lip and rolled it around, contemplating her next words. 

 “I’m sorry, Myrtle,” she began carefully, testing the waters. Myrtle peeled a single eyelid open and peeked over to where the older girl stood before closing it again, turning further away. She sighed and mentally rolled her eyes before continuing, “I hadn’t any idea you were being bullied, I swear! I don’t know everything that goes on in the castle, you know.”

 At this, Myrtle pressed her lips tight together and turned, eyes narrowed as she drew close to the older Ravenclaw, her pale, ghostly face mere inches away from hers. Goosebumps littered her skin and she shivered, suddenly feeling cold. 

 “YOU NEVER KNEW?” Myrtle shouted and she winced, leaning away from the girl. “HAH! AS IF I COULD EVER BELIEVE THAT! YOU CAN’T TELL ME YOU NEVER HEARD THE THINGS THEY USED TO CALL ME! UGLY MYRTLE, STUPID MYRTLE, MOANING MYRTLE!” 

 Myrtle turned her back on the older girl now, her pigtails whipping behind her as she sniffled. “Nobody ever stood up for me,” she murmured, her voice now soft and wavering. She could feel her eyebrows knit together in pity for the poor girl, and she stepped closer towards the ghostly figure of Myrtle Warren. 

 “I’m sorry, Myrtle,” she sympathized. “I truly am.” 

 Myrtle peered over her shoulder to the girl, sniffling again before taking her round glasses off her nose, wiping the lenses with her fist. “You’re not here to see me, are you?” Myrtle asked, bottom lip jutted in a pout. “You’re here to see that boy. The one who always makes those terrible noises.”

 She tilted her head again at this, narrowing her eyes at Myrtle in question. “Noises?” She asked, and Myrtle nodded. “He makes hissing noises all the time,” she replied, scrunching her face in disgust. “I’ll bet it’s to tease me. Everybody was mean to me when I was alive and they’re still mean to me now! Why should I be surprised?” 

 Myrtle’s bottom lip curled again as crystals of tears slid down her pale cheeks, and her body wracked with a sob. “Myrtle, don’t cry,” she tried to soothe the ghost, taking a step forward but before she could reach her, Myrtle suddenly froze. 

 Myrtle blinked, her lips agape as her words dissolved on the tip of her tongue. She furrowed her brows as Myrtle stared at something behind her, and she tilted her head. “Myrtle? Are you alright?” She dared to ask, but Myrtle never replied, her eyes still fixated on something behind her. “Myrtle?”

 Just before she could turn to peer over her shoulder, Myrtle gasped and began to wail, shriveling into herself before flipping towards the toilets behind her, disappearing behind one of the green stall doors. 

 “Myrtle!” She called after the girl, but just as she took a step toward the green stalls, another voice permeated the room, making her skin crawl and the blood that rushed through her veins freeze.

 “So you’re following me.” 

 The hair on the back of her neck stood erect when she jumped, and slowly, she turned to face the source of the voice. 

 And there Tom Riddle stood, his eyes narrowed in a glare, skin pale but still as hauntingly beautiful as ever. Her breath hitched in her throat as her face began to grow hot, and she shriveled into herself, suddenly wishing she, too, could join Myrtle in hiding in one of the bathroom stalls. Tom Riddle loomed like a shadow, eclipsing the light from the candles on the walls. She felt as if she could dig herself a hole and crawl into it— but all the while, she felt herself being pulled deeper into him, blinded by her own curiosity. 

 “Tom!” She squeaked, clearing her throat. “I was… I wasn’t… I was just—“

 “Just following me even after I told you to stay away?”

 She looked up into his blisteringly cold eyes, his gaze piercing through her, and for a moment, she had the feeling he could read each and every one of her thoughts, as if she were an open book. The thought occurred to her that Tom may know her better than she initially thought, that he knew much more about her than she did about him. 

 She shuddered at the thought. 

 She opened and closed her mouth, words dying on the tip of her tongue. There was nothing she could say— it appeared that he knew all too well why she was here. Her gaze lowered to the floor— it was easier than admitting it aloud, anyways. 

 For a few prolonged moments, it was silent, save for the pounding of her own heart against her chest. Then she could hear footsteps, and she flinched when his feet came into view, stopping just before her. She didn’t dare look up, at least, not until he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes to meet his once again. 

 She trembled in the palm of his hand. 

 “Do you believe her?” He asked, and she blinked at the sudden question, unable to unscramble the jumble of thoughts in her head. She furrowed her brow and shook her head, her lips falling agape with the intent of speaking, but once again, her words fell dead at the tip of her tongue. Tom only leaned in closer, “she said I am terrible. Do you believe her?”

 The lump at the base of her throat weighed like a boulder, her attempt to swallow it back down coming to no avail. She was tranquilizer beneath his stare, glued to her spot on the floor. His grip on her chin was gentle, never pressing too hard into her skin. But still, she didn’t dare move. 

 “I…” she managed, her mind a tempest, unable to pluck a complete, coherent sentence from the mess. “…I don’t…”

 A haze glazed over Tom’s coal black irises, and he stepped closer, her chin still in his palm. Her bottom lip quivered when the pad of his thumb ghosted over it, and she just felt so small beneath him, but she couldn’t bring herself to break away from his gaze. It was as if she was bewitched, under some sort of spell. 

 “What if what she says is true?” He asked, and her brow wrinkled, confused. What is he saying? That he did make those noises yesterday? But it sounded like hissing, like a snake. 

 She’d read about the language of serpents before, but it was an extremely uncommon skill. If Tom could speak Parseltongue, then that meant…

 Tom could see the realization as soon as it washed over her face, but he was surprised to see she didn’t recoil, didn’t even try to fight and tear away from him. Instead, her eyes filled with wonder, curiosity. And she was pulling towards him, as if she couldn’t stop herself. 

 The corner of Tom’s lips curved in a smirk. He had her hooked. 

 Her mind was racing. “It… it was you?” She asked, searching through the murky black of his eyes, falling deeper into his pit of darkness. “You were making that noise yesterday… you were speaking… which makes you a…”

 She trailed off, shaking her head as her chest heaved, her heartbeat drumming in her ears. Tom simply said nothing, but through the fogginess of his eyes, she could see light— almost as if he were amused, urging her to continue. 

 She took a deep breath, “…Parselmouth.”

 Still, Tom said nothing, but her suspicion was confirmed with a slight bow of his head. She was spiraling, sure, Tom Riddle was peculiar before but this only unlocked a plethora of new questions. Who was he? Who are his parents? His grandparents? Great-grandparents? Could he be a descendant of Salazar Slytherin— Serpent-tongue— himself? 

 What else could he do, being a Parselmouth?

 The question made her cheeks grow warm and she shifted where she stood to press her thighs closer together. Tainted thoughts swarmed her mind, the image of the boy in front of her doing rather unholy things to her taking forefront in her brain. She blinked, looking away as she desperately tried to rid her head of these thoughts— he was standing right in front of her for Merlin’s sake!

 But it was as if Tom could read her mind, for he gripped her chin once again, stepping closer until they were impossibly close, his eyes surging into hers like two waves in the middle of the ocean. She pressed her lips together tight until they formed a thin line as her gaze flickered to Tom’s, watching as they parted and he said, “your mind is racing. I can feel it.”

 She almost moaned at the sound of his voice, deep and rich like velvet, smooth as silk. She stayed silent, watching with bated breath as she waited for him to continue. The pad of his thumb soothed just below her bottom lip, eventually cupping the side of her face with his palm, his opposite hand a phantom over her hip, and she shuddered at the mere feel of his presence where nobody else had touched her before. Somewhere in the far back of her mind she thought of Myrtle, how she must’ve been watching from over the top of one of the green stall doors on the wall. 

 But when Tom was touching her like this, she couldn’t bring herself to care. 

 Her eyes looked at his lips— she knew he was capable of speaking the language of the serpents, but now she was curious what else his tongue could do. 

 “You aren’t pushing me away,” he muttered, staring down at her through hooded lids. Her tongue swiped between her lips, her bones rattling with anticipation as she peered back up at him. “I… I want you to…”

 The words died in her throat, but Tom had an inkling he knew what she was going to say. The corner of his lips twitched. “Tell me,” he whispered, his hand on her cheek slithering to the back of her neck, giving it a firm squeeze. “Tell me what you want.”

 A whimper tumbled past her lips at that, and she canted her hips into his, resting her hands on his chest. “I… I want you to kiss me.”

 Tom eyed her lips, how they quivered with want, and when he glanced back to her irises, he saw how big they were. He could see how much she wanted him, how much she wanted him to just touch her. 

 With the hand on the back of her neck, he drew her in until his lips were on hers, and she surged into him, sighing into the kiss. His other hand reached beneath her robes to grab at her hip, kneading her flesh through her skirt. She clawed at the fabric of his robe, tugging him closer, desperately trying to dig more out of him. 

 But Tom’s lips were so smooth, his movements so calculated. He was a man who liked to take his time rather than rush and leave sloppy work. He kissed her like he would anything else, movements precise, thorough, fervent. 

 It was all making her mind numb, making her knees wobble and threaten to make her sink to her knees. 

 But before she could, Tom’s lips were making their way down her chin and oh, they reached her skin where her neck connects with her jaw, and he was sucking there, brushing her flesh with his kiss. She reached to his shoulders and grabbed a fistful of his robe with either hand while his kisses trailed down towards her collarbone. 

 She was shaking, her legs ready to give out beneath her. She tugged harder on Tom’s robes in warning, and he gazed up at her through heavy eyelids, his lips never once leaving her skin. 

 “I can’t… I can’t,” she panted, her knees continuing to wobble until she collapsed into Tom’s arms, and carefully, he guided her down to the floor, letting her lean on the wall for support. Her cheeks were burning with red hot embarrassment and she covered her face with her hands, but when she stole glimpses of him between her fingers, he wasn’t mocking her. 

 In fact, he only seemed to want her more. 

 “I’m sorry Tom, I—“

 “You needn’t apologise,” he interrupted, inching closer to her, his hands on either of her knees and spreading them apart. He crawled between them and with one of his hands, he brushed her own to the side so that may see her face, her arms falling to her sides. Tom said nothing more, working his way back down her body until he reached the hem of her skirt, watching her with those same murky eyes as he curled his fingers around the edge, maintaining eye contact as he slowly pulled the fabric down her legs. 

 All she could do was watch in awe as he tore the pool of fabric away from her ankles, discarding her skirt somewhere off to the side. The cool air of the second floor girl’s restroom hit her underwear where she was soaked, sending shudders slithering up her spine, goosebumps littering her skin. 

 Tom’s middle and forefinger dragged a line up the middle of her underwear and she mewled at his touch, her toes curling in on themselves as he felt just how wet she was through the thin piece of fabric. Their eyes surged into one another again as he curled his fingers around the hem of her underwear too, and finally, he began to tug them down her legs at an agonizingly slow pace. 

 At last, he tore them away from her ankles, leaving her entire bottom half completely bare and nude, all for him to see. Her sex pulsed and oozed with need, and she clenched when he stared down at it, his palms flat against the inside of her thighs to part them wider. He leaned down onto his elbows, the fact they were on the floor of an abandoned bathroom completely disregarded. 

 She couldn’t bring herself to care. Especially not when Tom was placing a kiss right above her aching clit. 

 She gasped when he trailed his kisses down until he was pressing a long, firm kiss to her pearl, all the while maintaining eye contact. Her chest was heaving, sweat beginning to bead at her hairline, her nails clawing at the stone floor below. Her heartbeat was deafening now, and all she could hear was her heart and all she could think was Tom, Tom, Tom. 

 And when he licked a long stripe up from her entrance all the way to her clit, she finally moaned. It permeated the bathroom, bouncing off every single wall and racing back to her ears. Tom hadn’t done much yet, but she was already panting, she might’ve already been close to coming. 

 She couldn’t believe her daydream from just moments before was already coming true— Tom Riddle with his face stuffed between her legs, his tongue doing wonders to her. He kissed her clit again and again before his lips once again traveled down her slit until they reached her entrance where his tongue worked her open, and she was done for. 

 “Tom!” She shrieked, his nose pressed against her clit. His tongue was already so deep, and she already felt so close to falling apart, she simply couldn’t keep her composure. 

 She ground her hips against his face until his strong hands held a firm grip on them, anchoring her down. She whimpered at this, tears pricking the outskirts of her eyes. She could feel every inch of his tongue as it worked her open, his lips as he kissed her in places she’d never been kissed before. 

 She simply couldn’t take it anymore. 

 “Oh, Tom,” she moaned, tossing her head back against the wall. “I’m going to… I’m going to…”

 Tom’s gaze flickered back up to hers, her lips parting and coming back together over and over again. He was eating her out so good, and all she could do was clench around his tongue in warning until she was making a mess of his pretty, pale face. 

 And never once did Tom pull away, not until he was sure he had lapped up every last drop. 

a/n; my universal studios and disney world trip was wonderful! spent a lot of my time at diagon alley and hogsmeade which was wonderful 🥰 anyways, i did a bit of tweaking to anon’s request, so i hope you still enjoy it!

| 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |

@darkmoviesquotespizza @lyis @upsidedownspidey @michelle-26

[lees-chaotic-brain]

rating things my classmates said/did after my dad died! (feat. class 1-a)

cw: mentions of death obviously, you're a member of class 1-a, crack, hurt/comfort, reader is religiously ambiguous, implied depression ig, some angst but mostly crack

note: guys i swear it's okay to laugh at this! i did!! some may say it's too soon but humor is how i cope and i missed writing so when this little idea invaded my brain while i was rewatching bhna (it's my comfort show) i couldn't resist

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ochako: “if you believe in heaven i would offer to use my quirk on you so you could float up to heaven and visit your dad but i doubt they'd let you in anyways”

9/10

low key made me giggle

iida overheard and was horrified.

izuku: “i'm so sorry for your loss. if you ever need to talk i’m here. i know it’s not the same at all but my dad wasn’t around while i was growing up so i can kinda understand. not that i’m saying you have to talk to me because of that or that i understand or that we should make a dead/missing dad club oh my god i need to stop talking i’m so sorry i’ll leave you alone now bye please tell me if you need anything!” *scurries away*

11/10

sweet cinnamon roll 🥹

we should fs make a dead/missing dads club

todoroki: “i’m so sorry for your loss. if i could make my father trade places with yours i would do it in a heartbeat. unrelated, i heard you and midoriya are starting a dead/missing dads club. may i join? mine is dead to me.”

8/10

right idea i guess 😭😭

it was going so well during the first sentence too…

ps ofc you can join our club

bakugou: stormed into my room and violently ripped me from my depression burrito and dragged me downstairs to force feed me a warm home cooked meal bc he knew i hadn’t left my bed or eaten in the last 24 hours

6/10

i always knew you cared abt me us blasty 🥹🥰

the food was delicious but plz be more gentle abt it next time king 🙏

mineta: “yo your mom is a total milf.”

numbers don’t go low enough to express my feelings towards this one

like at my father’s funeral?? the AUDACITY

jirou: spent hours searching for a very specific song my dad sang to me when i was little and actually found it bc she found m crying bc i couldn’t find it and i wanted to hear it again

♾️/10

i actually love you so much

you have no idea how much this meant to me ❤️

aoyama: stuffed cheese into my mouth while i was crying in my depression burrito

-3/10

wtf man that was actually more traumatizing

it wasn’t even parmesan or brie

tokoyami: went on a long spiel about how we are all destined for the Great Darkness then abruptly ended by saying he was sorry for my father’s early departure and disappearing back into his room

7/10

i think you were trying to make me feel better so i appreciate the effort. i am a little confused tho

kiri: ask me if i wanted a hug. when i started crying he started tearing up too then gave me one of the best bear hugs i’ve ever gotten

20/10

super manly dude. i really needed it at the moment and appreciated it ❤️

gonna end this here. i had a few more but i felt like these were the best ones. not tagging anyone since this is like a personal self comfort one lol

THAT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO LAUGH OR TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. TRUST IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Idol!Song Mingi x F!Reader TW : mingi being mean ; reader is a smoker (don't smoke it's bad!) ; breakup ; fluff at the end ; Word Count : 2.3k Request : Anonny : Can I request something angsty but like kinda cute/fluff with mingi plz? like he calls the reader clingy or annoying or smth like that plzzz A/N : MY FIRST ATEEZ REQUEST THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I LOVE YOU TOO!!! I HOPE I DO YOU RIGHT WITH THIS!!

Today was special, it was an anniversary of sorts, not the usual anniversary though. It was the anniversary of the first day that you had seen each other. It’s been exactly two years since the two of you walked by each other on the sidewalk, taking a moment to pause and look at one another before continuing to where you both had to be. Most people wouldn’t think much of it, people passed each other on the street every single day… But you and Mingi were special, you both knew that you wanted one another, it was just a matter of getting to each other, and you did, two years later and you were both as happy as the day he had first asked you out and you had said yes. Some people were just fated to be together, and that’s exactly how you felt about him. 

“Happy Anniversary!” You cheered as soon as he walked through the front door, placing down the piping bag full of icing and skipping over to him, wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight hug. You loved when he came home, the bright aura that seemed to just surround him and light up every single room he walked into. “I was in the process of decorating the cake, and dinner is already done. Do you want to help me finish up?” 

“Not right now… I just want to relax for a bit.” He patted your back, and the feeling was really awkward considering it felt more like what a friend would do with another friend. It wasn’t even a hug. The situation in and of itself was really unnerving, he had never turned down the opportunity to help you decorate the anniversary cake. He had always told you that was his favorite part. Maybe he just wanted to spend some time relaxing with you after work, that always seemed to calm him down when he had a particularly bad day. 

“Well let me just clean up real quick and then I’ll meet you in the-” 

The loud huff that escaped his parted lips had you pausing, his jaw was clenched tight as his fists balled up at his sides. “I don’t want you to. I just want to be alone, and that means being away from you too. You’re so clingy… So annoying… It’s like you’re constantly just… Crawling under my skin I can’t get rid of you.” His hands ran over his face as his head fell back, his eyes finally catching a glimpse of the anniversary banner that hung above him, and the sight of him underneath it only seemed to make his words hurt worse. “And it’s not our fucking anniversary…” He grumbled, his arm reaching up to yank down the banner. “Grow up.” 

You were too stunned to cry, too stunned to really do anything at all. You simply watched him walk over to the bedroom, only flinching slightly when the door slammed shut behind him. As everything that had just happened began to process in your mind, you skipped completely over the part where you’d be upset about it and went straight to being angry. What made him think that he could talk to you like that? It shouldn’t matter how bad his day was. You’re his girlfriend, you were only trying to help him feel better. 

“Good god, you really suck at listening, don’t you?” He grumbled loudly when you walked into the bedroom, his head propped up on the pillows as he scrolled through the channels on the tv. You rolled your eyes as you went to the closet, pulling out your suitcase before tossing in your jackets that were hanging up. “Oh! Good, I’ll finally get a fucking break.” He commented as he watched you pack your things, and the comment was enough to have you standing up straight to look at him. 

“Yeah, you will. Enjoy your break.” You snapped back at him, and it almost seemed like he was enjoying it, the smile on his face that usually brought you so much happiness now only irritated you further. “Happy Anniversary… I’m breaking up with you.” You said firmly, and for a moment it looked like his smile wavered, his eyes widening for a split second as he looked at you. It’s not like you expecting him to beg you to stay, but you thought that maybe he’d want to talk it out with you so that you didn’t leave. So you stood there, and you waited for him to say something, anything… Anything at all to make you take back what you had just said. 

“Aren’t you leaving?” Unexpected, it was completely unexpected, but once Mingi was in one of his modes, it was hard to get him out of it. You weren’t going to be a fool and beg him to let you stay. You were better than that, you had more pride than that. This was what he wanted, and you were going to give him exactly that. 

You sat on the bench outside of your work, a cigarette hanging between your lips as you scrolled through your phone. It had been three weeks since the breakup, and while you were far from being alright, you were trying your best to at least be okay or at least seem okay in public. Your front page news had been filled for the last two weeks with news on Mingis hiatus, and during his two week hiatus he had tried to text you and call you, asking you to talk to him, but you had ignored him. He wanted you to leave and that’s exactly what you were doing. 

Now the front page news was on Mingis return and a potential new song in the works. You still couldn’t wait to hear it, even though you and him weren’t together, it didn’t mean that you didn’t love their songs, and you still supported the rest of the guys and wanted them to do amazing. 

You clicked on the link and took a drag from your cigarette before holding it between your fingers, letting the smoke pillow out of your parted lips as you skimmed over the words on the page. “Hey…” You heard the voice in front of you, and then you glanced down at the shoes that were almost toe to toe with yours before shaking your head, not even bothering to look up at the person. 

“Sorry man, this is my last one.” You lied, and you knew it was wrong to lie, but cigarettes were also extremely expensive and you couldn’t afford to just give them out. The cigarette was plucked from between your fingers and you gasped loudly as your head whipped up, your mouth already open, as if you were revving up to go off on the man, that is, until you saw who it was. 

“I thought you quit.” Mingi commented as he looked over the stick before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out. It had been one of the things he was most proud of in the relationship, helping you slowly but surely break your addiction. He had believed in you, he had so much faith in you, and that alone is what had been the strongest push to get you to put them down completely. Knowing that he was going to be there with you, it had helped you immensely… But he wasn’t there now. All you had were the cigarettes to fill the void that had been left when he told you to leave. “Don’t you know how bad they are for you?” 

You scoffed as you pulled the pack out of your purse and lit up another one, blowing the smoke off to the side away from him before looking up and flashing him a smirk. “Yeah, you know… I grew up and I did a lot of research on the damaging side effects of being a smoker… But… I’m also grown up enough to be able to not give a fuck.” You pushed yourself up off the bench, taking another long drag and deeply inhaling the smoke, and it’s not even like you had wanted another cigarette right now, it was more so that you wanted to piss him off, you wanted to hurt him. “Aren’t you leaving now?” 

His eyes narrowed at the blatant use of his own words against him, the way you so snarkily said them. “No, I’m not.” He said flatly, taking the cigarette from between your lips now and snapping it in half before letting it fall to the ground. “You’re being ridiculous.” 

“I’d rather be ridiculous than clingy and annoying. You can stop breaking my cigarettes though, some of us don’t make as much money as you do.” You adjusted your purse strap on your shoulder, sighing heavily as you stared at him. “Look, we broke up, you can leave me alone now.” 

“I don’t know who this we is… But I didn’t break up with you. You broke up with me but I didn’t agree to that.” His arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you, the bucket hat that he was wearing shadowing his eyes just enough that you could barely see them, but the slight up turn of his lips let you know that he thought he was being smooth. He wasn’t. 

“You asked if I was leaving, you seemed pretty okay with us breaking up when I said it. Don’t come to my work acting like this when you know damn well that we’re done.” You were trying to keep your composure, you knew that if things got too loud that people around you would notice. The last thing you wanted was to be bombarded with pictures and questions about your relationship with him. 

“You could have said no. Plus, I thought you’d just be gone for a couple days, a week tops. I even took a two week hiatus because I thought you’d come back and we could talk about things, so I could apologize for being an ass.” So that’s why he was out for two weeks. You wondered if the rest of the guys and management knew that that was the reason or if he lied and told them he wasn’t feeling well. A breakup doesn’t seem like a very good reason to take such a long break and you were sure that management wouldn’t see it as a valid reason either. 

“Save it.” You said flatly, taking a deep breath and letting it out loudly through your nose. “We’re through, we’re done, it’s over. I have to get back to work now and I’m sure you do too. Goodbye.” You turned to leave, only a few steps and you’d be back in the building to clock back in from your break and go right back to working to take your mind off of him and what had just happened. 

His fingers wrapped around your arm and pulled you back, and once you had stumbled your way over to standing in front of him, his hands were firmly cupping your cheeks, his lips crashing against yours. “Fuck, you’re so annoying when you’re being hard headed.” He murmured against your lips, and you tried to push him back but his lips were on yours once more, his fingers tangling in your hair. “But I love it. Please keep being annoying, annoy me, cling to me.” 

Your nose crinkled in disgust as you pushed against him again. “You’re so stupid… You grumbled, but the kiss, him and his kisses, they just had a way of melting you and making you so soft for him. You missed how they would calm you down and make you feel better instantly. 

“Yeah I am… Cause I have nothing in my brain but you, baby. I’m stupid and in love~~” He was so obnoxious and you missed it. You missed him. “So how about you bring your cute self back home tonight and we’ll make a whole new cake for our anniversary? Hmm?” His hands moved down to squeeze your hips, both of your bodies swaying side to side as a twinkle of hope lit up in his eyes. 

“Nope.” You said matter of factly and his jaw went slack as he stared at you, his body going still and his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to think of where he messed up. You giggled softly, pushing yourself up on your toes to kiss him and ease his mind. “I work late tonight, I’ll be back tomorrow morning though.” A loud sigh of relief was breathed out against your face as he pulled you in for a hug, peppering kisses across the top of your head. “Alright, alright! Go take your clingy ass back to work.” You said between little fits of laughter, backing away from him and dropping back down onto the bench. 

“Fine~~ I’ll see you later, love muffin!” He called as he continued to back away, bumping into people in the process, but he was so excited that he didn’t care, and he was so damn cute that you didn’t care either, you couldn’t help but continue watching as he walked off. “And no more smoking! I love you, princess! Stay healthy for me! Need my little love muffin to cling to me forever!” 

He was the one, the only one in the world who could both annoy the hell out of you and make you feel so at peace at the same time. He was most definitely, without a doubt, the love of your life. You were lucky you had seen him, that he had seen you, and you both were lucky as hell that you had chosen each other because you were sure that you were the only two people in the world that could put up with one another. 

[skulla-rxcks]

ok hear me out.

Chan on his weekly live (ik it's no more channies room but anyways), as he comes to the end and gives STAY his famous "big hug", he hears Y/N enter his room, he's quick to end the live, but in all the hurry he pressed the wrong button, he didn't end the live, So now STAY can see him, but he doesn't know, mabye he can like- yk have s€x w Y/N while hes in camera? No need to but the idea just popped up in my head at school today so I just had to ask u (plz tag me if u do it tho)

WRONG BUTTON !

Paring: bang chan x fem reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut, channies room :(

Warnings: v*ginal, praise, Twitter goes insane, Chan accidentally doesn’t end stream 👀

Taglist: @f3lix00 @channiesgoodgirl @mal-lunar-28

Please dm me if you’d like to be added to the taglist ^^

For @foivestarrsketchez 🧡 !

A/n: I miss channies room man :’) (fuck Jyp, all my homies hate Jyp 😔✊) one of my friends just recently became a stay so they probs don’t know what it is. *sobs* i forgot how most of it ended too.. so I’m sorry about that, hopefully it’s okay tho !

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

“Annnd.. that’s it! Thank you STAYS for tuning into another episode of Channies room and I’ll see you all next time!” Chan says, looking over to the door and seeing me wanting to enter.

He brings two of his fingers up to his eye, making his signature peace sign before pressing what he thought was the end button.

“Chris..” I mumble out, moving towards him. “I know baby, come here.” He coos, pulling me onto his lap. “What do you need?” Chan asks me, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. “You..” I cry, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I need more of an explanation than that.” He chuckles, making me scoot back a bit so he can take his shirt off. “Dick.. I want your dick in me.” I beg.

“Good girl.” He smirks at me, unclipping my bra and watching it fall off my shoulders. “Fuck.. you’re so fucking hot..You gonna ride me?” Chan asks as he motions for me to get off his lap. I watch as he unzips his pants and pulls his cock out. “Wait. Condom.” I pause. “Don’t worry, i have one here.” He answers, I get back on his thigh and roll the rubber over his already erect dick.

“mmgh..” I whine as he stretches me out, my eyes squinting with pleasure.

“Oh god baby.. you’re so fucking tight and warm.” His hands make their way up to my waist as he begins to rock his hips up to meet mine. “Channie..” I moan, rubbing my hands up and down his chest. “Mmm.. fuck!” I move my head down so our lips meet. I capture his lips and begin kissing him. Our lips moving together in a rhythm. While we’re making love to each other there’s a knock on the door. Ignoring it, we continue doing what we were doing. I start riding him faster, moaning into his mouth as we both take each other.

“Fucking hell your cunts so addicting..” Chan groans into the kiss, his hands gripping my hips and bringing me up and down faster on his cock. “Y-you feel so good in me..” I whimper, one of my hands moving from his chest to rub my twitching pussy.

Another knock is done on the door, making me pissed off that someone’s trying to interrupt us, Chan notices the change of emotion in me and decides to call out to the person knocking on the door. “Yes? I’m busy right now.” He sighs hoping the person will leave.

“You realise you’re still live right?” It’s Han, he sounds worried and annoyed.

“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Chan replies, his eyes widening as worry fills his brain. “Nope, it’s all over the internet, people are talking and recording clips of everything. I’ll just come in and end it properly for you.”

“Shit..”

Han opens the door, keeping his eyes on the floor, acting like he wasn’t aware of what we were doing. He presses the ‘end’ button, double checking that he actually pressed it before deleting the stream off the account.

Han leaves the room, taking Chans laptop and giving the two of us some privacy to finish; since we didn’t have any earlier.

“What if you get kicked out of the group because of me..?” I whine into his neck, feeling a tear flutter out of my eye. “I’ll figure something out, yeah?” Chan replies, thrusting upwards into me. “

If nothing can make you feel better, at least sex does..” he chuckles, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck.

. . .

A few hours past it’s a little bit later, I’m laying in bed with Chan, we decide to check what STAYS are saying on social media about everything that just happened earlier today. It’s more tame than I expected luckily. Not many clips are coming out which i’m happy about people realising we deserve privacy, however it of course is going to be a trending topic all over the place. The other comments people are saying are like ‘i wish I was her’ or ‘Chan’s even hotter than I thought’. Guess that’s what happens when you fuck a kpop idol, huh.

[agendabymooner]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 !!! 𝐥𝐧𝟒 — 𝐭𝐰𝐨

☼ LANDO NORRIS RETWEETED

chapter summary: lando norris is beginning to show his true colours after honey-sue announced her third album release and her participation in a special event occurring in three months — maybe he’s just excited to see her during the monaco gp?

OR f1 fans are noticing that his twitter timeline is being taken over by posts about the famous british youtuber/musician.

content warning: use of explicit language, ofc’s discography is based on lana del rey’s albums and songs, insta + twitter posts, mentions of cigarette + alcohol consumption, mentions anxiety, short jokes, “liked by pierre gasly”

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

tagged sidemen

liked by landonorris, maxfewtrell, pierregasly

chrismd oh geez can’t wait to share lockers with you i guess 🤥

suemehoney god forbid i’d actually see some kneecaps on you, dixon 😳

user1 stop violating him oh my god 🫣😩

stephentries_ finally 🙃 the better lewis playing for the match liked by suemehoney

zerkaa one of the boooooyz 😩💪 liked by suemehoney

bambinobecky my favourite pick me 😭🫡 liked by suemehoney

suemehoney actually give me a kiss plz 🥵

user2 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user3 honey is officially a victim of “liked by pierregasly” 😭😭😭🫡

user4 what’re these f1 people doing in honey’s insta??? 😳

user5 didn’t mean to invade y’all— but we couldn’t contain lando and pierre in the horny jail so we had to check out what’s the fuss ourselves

user4 understood

liked by landonorris, pierregasly, miniminter

user1 OKAY SERVE SIS SERVE

user2 i’ll kiss you in the mouth if you do the spoon necklace again 😩

ksi 😭😭 liked by suemehoney

wroetoshaw i’ll be the first to cry when it first come out liked by suemehoney

r0sielewis 🥵 liked by suemehoney

niko they better play this at my funeral liked by suemehoney

suemehoney i’ll even dj it for you neeko 😚🤭

user3 yo these f1 drivers are wiiiiild 😭

user4 “liked by landonorris” 💀

user5 “liked by pierregasly” 😅 can’t believe this shit

user6 can’t even have shit in this economy

HONEY HONEY

william ya shit! who is this man??? he goes on to say that this lunch is important but he isn’t here??? tf am i doing here? i could be doing something else!

WILLIAM²

honey calm down m8 😅 lando said he’ll be here in five minutes that’s what max said at least why don’t you grab some alcohol

HAROLDINHO

and get her pissed in monaco at 1 in the afternoon? are you insane? do you want to die?

WILLIAM²

allow it? it’s her vacation harold— let her drink if she wants to drink

HONEY HONEY

i took my anxiety meds this morning you fuckin numpty 😭 if i drink now it’ll be nothing but a trip to the hospital for me

WILLIAM²

right. shit sorry. maybe take some breather? filly’s more than willing to walk around with you before we order. i’ll talk to max about lando 🙏 the idiot isn’t always this late so this is unusual

HONEY HONEY

you better 😐 i should’ve brought cigarettes

HAROLDINHO

shut your mouth. if i see a single stick i’m shoving it down your throat.

HONEY HONEY

oh fuck off. you’ve had worse than nicotine. bitch.

MAX 😚

m8 🤠 the more time you spend in front of a mirror the more time you lose with your lover girl

LANDO 🥵

fuck off im nervous

MAX 😚

lad 😭 she’s not going to bite you. she doesn’t even want to talk to people what makes you think she’d want to deliberately talk to you?

LANDO 🥵

that’s even worse 😭😭 i’m omw. seriously. i just need to make sure i look decent enough 🙄

MAX 😚

you might have to do some explaining to w2s about you retweeting posts about his sister though 😅 the whole “lando norris retweeted” spiel is becoming a trend and uh it’s not a good look for you

LANDO 🥵

MAX FOR FUCKS SAKE!

[bellarkeselection]

hello 🙃this is my first request ever and it's pretty weird but can u do a piece with rip x f! dutton reader when she's pregos with rips bby girl and she either have a little accident with a horse or in danger bc of one of the shows villains like beth and rip goes a little crazy like he how he did it in the car driving to Beth on those 2 guys were beating her.

Comfort from john and rip and fluff at the end also maybe a age gap 😁😁😁plz and thank u

Wheeler's as Tough as a Beer

The rain was hitting the glass windshield harder than I cared for. When I left the doctors office it was only lightly raining and you could hear some thunder in the distance. Gripping the steering wheel I gulped in nervousness feeling the car kind of fighting me when I drove through some puddles. Moving one hand to my phone laying In the cup holder I saw it was my husband calling me. “Hey honey, I’m on my way home now.”

“That’s great. Although the storm is picking up here. What did the doctor say about the baby?” Rip asked through the phone where I could hear the barn door shutting behind him meaning they were putting the horses up before it got worse than it already was.

Using my turn signal I stopped at a red light waiting for it to change to green. "She said everything was good. In about 3 months we should have our baby boy or girl." The ranch was only two different turns and one stop sign before I was back on the family home.

The light finally changed from red to green where I slowly hit the gas pedal. Turning my steering wheel I was making the turn but there was a car coming down from the way I was turning. But the car instead was on the wrong side of the road coming directly at me. “Oh my god, Rip!” I screamed before I attempted to move my car but the wheels hit a big puddle where I swerved and the other car still barreled straight into me.

My head hit the steering wheel harshly before it hit a wooden poll that was for the power lines. My phone got thrown and it shattered the screen. Blinking my eyes I lifted my head when the air bag went off. Looking at the mirror there was blood on my forehead and I gasped feeling sharp pain in my pregnant belly. It would be a few minutes before I blacked out on the wheel. Someone was shaking me lightly making me wake up a few hours after that where I could make out my husband’s voice. “Y/n, y/n! Come on, darling wake up. Don’t die on me.”

“Rip….ahhh!” I winced when I felt him gently picking me up by my knees and underneath my arms. I felt so,e blood running down my side meaning that the air bag or something must have cut me.

He slowly walked me to the ambulance while the medics checked me out. Rip pushed my hair back out of my face crying some tears which he never die really unless we were alone. So the bunkhouse guys knew who was the boss. “Sssh you’re alright now. You’re with me, Y/n.”

“Everything hurts, Rip. And I…I was on my way home and the storm….it got worse….where this car was on the wrong side of the road.” I began sobbing through heavy tears.

He wrapped his arms around my body after the medics had went off to read the tests that they had done. Wrapping my arms around his neck I buried my face in the crook of his neck crying. "Excuse me, Mr. Wheeler. But we need to get your wife to the hospital. The baby she is carrying is in distress." One of the medics came over to us explaining with concern.

Rip immediately got in the back of the ambulance with me laying down on the cot. I grasped his hand tightly in mine while we rushed there. The second that we got there I was rolled in with a wheelchair and a doctor bursts into the room. "We will have to do a C - section if we want to save the baby in you."

"Okay...I love you." I croaked up at Rip squeezing his hands before I was rushed into surgery. I'm not sure how long I was out for but I moaned blinking my eyes feeling the medicine they gave me wearing off. Lifting my head up from the pillow I saw Rip sleeping at my bedside. "Rip...Rip wake up."

He rubbed his eyes where I instantly saw tears in his brown eyes. "Oh my gosh, Y/n. Thank God I was so worried...I love you." He kissed the crown of my head tucking hair behind my ear.

"Rip, where's the baby. Is it okay?" I asked him when he brushed his fingers through my hair that was sticking to my forehead.

He sucked in a breath resting his forehead against mine when he spoke his next words. "The baby is in the nick-u. She came out a premi. But she's beautiful. The doctor said she'll have to be monitored for a while. But she's alive honey...she's here."

"I love you...and I'm glad she's okay." Wrapping my arms around his neck I began crying happy tears. Rip wrapping his arms around my waist holding me as close as we could get. Releaved that his family was alright.

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✨My Dastardly Villain~✨

F!Hero Reader x M!Villain Yan OC

Part 3~

His Info: 💰✨

Part 1

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: F!Reader, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, readers alias is Solar, protected sex, dub con(reader doesn’t know it’s the same guy he knows it’s us.) P in V, rough sex, kidnapping a kid(in a not so serious way. ((still a serious thing irl) legit shoulda just called the cops, but this is for entertainment purposes XD LOL luv u, but plz don’t do this XD) explicit language

Song Rec: i like the way you kiss me - Artemas

Your arms lock around his hot, silver chain covered neck, he holds you back by the sides. His face turned so your kiss lands on his cheek, “Woah, someone’s eager,” He laughs nervously.

Your heart clenches in guilt, “Sh-shit sorry!” You step back instantly, “I thought that was why you really invited me back…” you smile apologetically.

“It’s all good, I just… Had a weird day,” He stretches up and messes with his dreaded hair. His shirt hem lifts with his arm~

You turn away momentarily, “Uhg! sorry! I still gotta cool off!” now it’s your turn with nervous laughter.

“I could get you some Ice” His laugh this time comes from his belly, it’s that same sound you practically fell in love with at the bar. He really makes you melt, and he’s not even doing anything!

"That might actually help" You spin back around to join in his smiles.

"Gods, you're so hot for little old me, that ice will actually help?" His voice is low and gravely right now.

You cover your heat filled face, "Okay! If you don't wanna fuck This second you better not tease me, Kai!"

"okay okay, hah, 'm sorry," he pats you on the head, looking down at you, "and it has nothing to do with you..." not even he's convinced. Its all to do with you... You're Solar... He's had issues with you interrupting his work for so long now—

Wait—

He's had so much pent up energy towards you, and now you're right here practically begging him to fuck you. As he looks you over, your arms are down holding your hands in each other, your legs press together, and shake with wanting.

"Actually Y/N... Get on the bed."

You almost *Yippeee!* at the development, none the wiser to the villain's newest plot. You jump on the bed, legs rubbing together and already panting.

He grabs a condom from his nightstand.

"Good." as he approaches he sheds clothing, chains tinkling and clinking as he does~ oh gods, your core is burning! "Roll over."

As you do he grabs your ankle and roughly pulls you to the edge of the bed, your body flies back in his grasp as if you weigh as much as a limp rope on the mattress.

He checks you, sliding his fingers between your folds and you're already so wet for him, but he still grabs lube and spreads it over the condom on the outside. He's not planning to be nice, but he isnt cruel.

"oh gods!" you feel the cold lube touch you first, eliciting intense shivers.

"Your pussy is so hot," He pushes in slowly, stretching you as he bottoms out.

"i-is it good?" you gasp with how full you feel. His hand finds your tummy and pushes in, creating so much pressure inside of you, you're already bursting when you cry out "Ah!~"

"So good~" He groans, he hasn't even moved and you're already cumming messily all over his cock. "you must've wanted me so bad, Y/N~"

"I do! I-I Really L-want your cock! Pl-lease!~" You gasp excitedly, your hips moving and shaking and pushing into his hips taking him as deep as you can.

"gods," his voice rumbles through you. His free hand caresses chills into your back as it hikes up your body to your neck, and back down before going back up. His touch is so soft, your shaking under it.

His hand finally stops tickling you and roaming when it finds your neck, he caresses you there just as softly, wrapping around your flesh until he's pulling you up into his chest by just your throat.

Your mouth is open, tiny, hushed little moans leaving freely.

He finally moves his length in you, pulling out agonizingly slow, and then~

*plop!*

He thrusts so hard into you, ripples flow over your flesh.

You swear you'd die if you were anywhere else, but here, right now.

*plop!* *plop!* *slap!* *plop!*

He's using your throat to control your body as he fucks you from underneath, all the muscles in his legs taught with the force he's using.

His skin glistens with a sheen of sweat and yours does too as you continue to reach for the mattress, or his hard legs, or anything at all for purchase against his brutal pace but you can hardly reach any of it. He's too tall, so you're just being used as a ragdoll for his pleasure, and you're loosing your mind in the process.

You've lost track of how many times you've came, you were never counting to begin with, they've all been blending amazingly with the building pleasure coil that feels like it'll never snap! You keep wanting more, even thought you definitely are not going to be able you walk after this.

He finally throws you back down onto the mattress and you feel like you can catch your breath for a second until he's ramming into you harder than before using your own hips as a tool to hold you in place. Your whole body jostles with orgasmic waves of pleasure now as he continues fucking you into the mattress chasing his own imminent high. and when he cums, he cums buckets; filling the condom and spilling it out all over your quivering pussy and thighs.

You gasp starting to actually catch your breath with your messed up face pressed into the duvet, when he reaches over you into his nightstand for another condom.

~

He let you use his family shower, you both decided to take them separately, since he seems like he could keep going and you want nothing more than to keep being used by him…

But! You’re here for another reason, not just sex.

Although…

The sex is so~ nice.

*POP*

You feel something hard and hot grinding into your crotch, before you even open your eyes.

You teleported into his literal lap.

at least you don’t have to try and walk back.

“Wow, I was just thinking about you too,” he laughs and caresses up your sides.

You cover your face, “How did you know!?”

“That’s what I was gonna tell you; teleportation, it’s just like summoning. When you think hard enough about something, you just bring it to you, or you to it.”

“It’s that simple?”

“Well, the thing i was gonna actually help you with, was figuring out how you’re gonna start to control your thoughts. It’s -ah-” He sighs under your weight, “It’s different for every person.”

“What about some of the— Wait.” an idea strikes you like a lightning bolt! “What if i think about Sobek! He’s probably doing something pretty dastardly right now! I could just-”

“NO-!”

*POP*

Air rushes around you as you fall back into Kai’s lap.

“Ooof!” his legs close around you, oh shit!

“Sorry!! Oh my gods! are you okay!?”

“Just—my balls” He wheezes.

You climb off of him, legs squishing down into the mattress, rocking him around.

“Huh, why didn’t that work?” you think for a second about Sobek again. Reaaallly hard. His stupid hips, and tiny waist. He looks so hot.

*POP*

You land on top of Kai’s back this time as he’s still hunched over on the bed.

“STOP!” he coughs out in a higher pitched and cracking voice.

“Oh! sorry!! I don’t know why it’s not working!!”

“Maybe h-he’s got like a-shield o-or something…” he had to think fast, and that’s what he came up with.

You think about it for a second, “Yeah you’re probably right. Sorry about falling on you… Do you need some—”

“Get back on the bed.”

A little later~

You decided you’d get more done at central park. In public. since you can’t stop fucking eachother long enough to actually get any thing done.

When you get into your rental car you don’t even notice that keys are already in the ignition.

You definitely didn’t notice—

“Mama? H-hey you’re no my mama!” The cute squeaky voice of a child rings out from the backseat.

“Kai…”

“Y/N…”

You say in unison before slowly turning to look at the less than five year old.

You slowly look back eachother.

And then back at the kid. And then foreword. “Kai… We just kidnapped someone’s kid.” You keep your words quiet.

“What do you mean We!?” He whisper-yells back “It’s your rental we got mixed up!!”

“oooo, if my mama finds out you’re both in trouble…”the kid adds.

“Where-Where abouts is your mommy?” You ask… Hoping the kid knows a street maybe.

“Cony island!!!”

“Okay kid, we definitely did not pick you up at—” You start.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” The kid screeches.

“Okay!!! okay! Cony Island! jeeze.” Kai covers his ears, and yells back at the child.

“No! why would we take the kid to—”

“If you take me to Cony Island, I’ll tell my mama dis was allllll a misstake.” they’re blackmailing you now. a child.

You drive, weaving down busy streets through skyscrapers until you make it to the East coastline, the ferris wheel noticeable from where you are already.

The kid bounces in the backseat with excitement. It’s really quite cute actually. They are just so innocent and tiny. Even though they’re BLACKMAILING YOU. Oh well. What’s the harm in some carnival time?

You and Kai each take a hand of the child, leading them to the bridge, careful not to let them wander even the slightest bit away from you both.

You’re smiling at all the lively and noisy people around you, while Kai is a little too focused on only you. He doesn’t notice a tent pole he walks straight into it, or a couple of people that he shoulder checks.

The way your smile is lighting up the open air, and your swinging your hand with a smiling happy kid that isn’t even yours.

Now he’s shy.

He was so angry earlier, and now he just can’t believe that your the same person that’s always getting in his way.

You take the kid on the tea cups while Kai watches, he isn’t much into spinning rides, he says.

He grabs some cotton candy and an elephant ear; his favorite sweet. The cinnamon sugar over an airy, crusty deliciously fried thin bit of bread! MM!!

he’s enjoying himself when you and the kid sway over to him while giggling, neither of you can walk straight after how fast you had been spinning the little cup.

He can’t help but laugh along with you. The kid reaches up for Kai, as if to say “up!”

He gives the kid the rest of his sweets and their little chubby face lights up! It’s just darling! Then he picks the little one up, and holds him against his side. The kid is spilling cinnamon sugar and sticky sweetness all over Kai’s nice black jacket, but he doesn’t care. It’s a beautiful day and he gets to spend it with you…

He can’t help but be infected by your joy in such a weird circumstance.

“Seconds stweet” they say as you walk to a game booth that had the kid’s eyes glued to a stuffed toy.

“Yes! Thank you!! we’ll win you this prize and take you home, sound good kid?” You ask them.

“Yus! Thank you for today!” They say with big cute bright eyes. “mm gettin sweepy” They’re little head drapes over Kai’s shoulder. Both of your hearts thump! it’s just too cute!

You throw a couple darts, hitting and popping every balloon. The man hands you a giant teddy bear, and you carry it and the now sleeping child back to the car.

When you make it back you explain to the worried parents that prove it’s their child by the car documents and their ID’s matching. You may have kidnapped the kid, but you didn’t want to give them to the wrong people!

The parents seem less mad and more just thankful their child is safe and happily napping in their car seat.

They tell you to leave, understandably. You both nod and go to your actual rental. Where you have to pull your keys out of your pocket this time to drive away.

You both sigh out shaky laughs.

“We should have probably just called the cops.” You tell each other and laugh more.

You end up back at Cony Island…

Your hands entwined as you just enjoy each other’s company this time… You didn’t really plan this. But you’re both happy in this moment.

The salty air of the dirty beaches nearby, and the beautiful blue sky with just a couple of fluffy little clouds above, has you both smiling peacefully.

You lead him to the ferris wheel as the sun is setting turning the sky hot orange.

you’re holding each others hand, not saying a thing when Kai looks to you, “Be my girlfriend, Y/N.”

“You don’t know me that well though….” You look down, thinking about possibly being a disappointment if he were to find out more about you.

“I want to.” He says, picking up your face to lock eyes with yours. “I want to get to know you. And I want to be exclusive while I do.”

“Woah.” You don’t mean to say it out loud, “I want to know you too, Kai.”

He kisses you, seriously kisses you. Nothing but lips this time, nothing even sexual about it. It’s as if you’re signing a binding contract. The ferris wheel pod rocks as the wheel stops turning. It’s your turn at the top now. But neither of you look out at the world below, you’re too enthralled by each other to even notice.

You breathe in each others’ scent as you pull away. he’s always smelling like sweets. It makes you feel dizzy and giddy.

His hand ghosts down your arm, and goosebumps rise in his wake. The tickle of his featherlight fingers over your flesh, has you gasping. He keeps doing it as your head leans into his shoulder, and your hand hold his free one. The sky darkens in the time it takes you to go around the wheel two more times, until you both are satisfied and tired enough to head back.

He drives you back to your place, and carries your sleepy form inside…

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Empire of Storms Part 1 thoughts, theories & a VERY VERY long post of rambling:

(+ this title as a spoiler warning; heads up to my fellow fans & first time readers (esp. those semi-tagged in this post), I address a lot of Part 1 & possibly up to Chapter 52 of EoS;-) I am ALSO on my first read just finishing said 52 so no spoilers for me past that as I go through Fireheart as well plz, & thx!

I will also be posting a far shorter better edited version of this post next :-)

Oh good gods this book is going to destroy me in the best way possible😅😅🤦‍♀️😭😁😬😆🤣🙃❤️‍🔥🖤🫶

Long writing/reading (I HAVE LOTS OF THOUGHTS & FEELINGS & NEED TO SCREAM IN WIVERN FANGIRL NONSENSE! So, this post will probably jump around quite a bit between chapters, thoughts, theories, reactions, & randomness; read/skim at your own rambling risk😅 also in advance for missed autocorrects I TRIED😂) “round up” for Part 1 of EoS. & yes I have been reading a LOT (whilst VERY busy😂😭), so this blog’s posts are in desperate need of a catch up & will probably only grow more hectic as alas, my library & brain demand to know what happens next NOW😂. You have been warned this post & blog is about to be more incoherent than usual! — And as I said this post is LONG (If your thinking I’m kidding; legit I think this is 20 something pages long; consider it here for historical purposes… & I had a VERY long drive with no books😂)

— NOW —

The organization of parts is interesting, we go from Nightfall, to The Fire-Bringer, to Fireheart. It feels like a full circle from night to day; from learning to being, and showing Aelin’s claim (not from Elena, not from her powers, but from her). The heart of Terrasen, the fire for the world (esp. against the Valg). … It’s also scaring the heck out of me with her self-sacrificial tendencies & the VERY intense vibe (from the first few chapters this story advances into a “final chapter vibe” yet it’s only the first few; it’s reminding me of Deathly Hallows almost? — which is esp. confusing CAUSE I STILL HAVE 3 BOOKS LEFT… and we’re already this intense😬😅soooo MAAS PLEASE DON’T YOUR DARE HURT A HAIR ON ANY OF THEM!!) P.S. for this note; it’s also making my shipping fuel go from 180 to infinity cause she’s his Fireheart🥹 (If only “worried over liking the ship” HoF first read me could see me now😂 @ goddess-aelin 🫶YOU WERE SO RIGHT👏). And generally it’s just been cool to see how the entire story & series has shifted so much (yet kept its heart ;-) !

So, Generally speaking: I’ve loved the first half of Nightfall & The Fire-Bringer (As I’ve loved the series). From the pace & many perspectives, to the plot twists & Easter egg style hints, and the writing with straight-up foreshadowing & full-circle series arcs (many of which have had big moments interwoven & reaching peak within this book). There has been some great character development (many beautiful lines/moments) a lot of raw emotion (crying, laughing, and all of the above), & entertaining interactions as my favorite piece of this book has been all these stories finally crossing paths (& within that developing relationships, friendships, families, courts, enemies, allies, etc.) for the “New World” that’s coming.

Nightfall:

“Elena sent up a final prayer on a pillar of smoke rising from the valley floor that the unborn, faraway scions of this night, heirs to a burden that would doom or save Erilea, would forgive her for what she was about to do.”

Elena I don’t know if I can forgive you for what you’re about to do😅😅 the plan here is long coming, as Lysandras “theory” further confirms:

"The more it seems like this was all planned, laid out long ago. Erawan had decades before Aelin was born to strike decades during which no one with her powers, or Dorian's powers, existed to challenge him. Yet, as fate or fortune would have it, he moves now. At a time when a Fire-Bringer walks the earth." It was all horrifying, impossible, but—so much of their lives defied logic or normalcy. The shifter next to him proved that. "Morath is unleashing its horrors," Lysandra said. "Maeve stirs across the sea. Two goddesses walk hand in hand with Aelin. More than that, Mala and Deanna have watched over her the entirety of her life. But perhaps it wasn't watching. Perhaps it was ... shaping. So they might one day unleash her, too. And I wonder if the gods have weighed the costs of that storm. And deemed the casualties worth it."

& previous lines on “all the players in the unfinished game” (I’m getting S&B Ruin & Rising vibes (for those of you Grishaverse fans; which btw one of these days I need a whole post about parallels & these two series, cause just the stag and lord of the north alone. I AM INTRIGUED & do love both fandoms ;-) + I think the crows would fit so well & it would be wonderfully & utterly chaotic🤣).

So, my general concern is this theory & warning everyone keeps giving Aelin about “the price”; from Rolfe’s tattoo map & warning question: “"That was the price of my power. What shall yours be, Aelin Galathynius?" She didn't reply to him before storming out. Though Deanna's voice had echoed in her mind. The Queen Who Was Promised.” To clever Elide’s question: “Was that the price for the humans they'd once been-magic that was somehow immune to what flowed naturally in this world? Or had the choice been taken from them, as surely as their souls had been stolen, too?” to crucial warnings like Brannon: “We burn not just within our magic, but also in our very souls. For better or worse.” & the danger continuing to grow like that of the FULL Deanna scene:

“And she said to him, in a voice that was deep and hollow, young and old, "Every key has a lock. Tell the Queen Who Was Promised to retrieve it soon, for all the allies in the world shall make no difference if she does not wield the Lock, if she does not put those keys back with it. Tell her flame and iron, together bound.”

She is the one, she has to get the lock, and she will have to pay the price for both (her ancestors & the darkness created in centuries of Erawan); one that will be heavy (one Elena failed to do; and I somewhat worry is because while she did sacrifice herself, her friends, her people, her kingdom, even letting Brannon fall to ruin (Brannon; the only one who ever successfully sealed it, because he sacrificed her mother, his love, “My mother died to forge that Lock!”) she did not let Gavriel “that which she most loved” fall; she tried to do it alone & was left with no option but to leave it to someone else; another era, another heir); now Aelin carries every thread, plot, battle aligning; the power she wields & sheer force of it, the weight of her crown & every choice it comes with, the price it will demand (the one she has spent a lifetime running from; “my crown is just another set of shackles”; the one Mala may have been shaping her to be able to make even through experiencing tragedy & turbulence in decisions over & over again). The warning in every choice; including the person she loves most (Rowan’s fear of “The people you love are just weapons used against you.”) “This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world.” Her terror in that; struggling to allow them to go for the front lines while she survives, no longer alone & no longer able to take it all on, but struggling to let them in on the “master plan”. Struggling because even as she does, it weighs on them too: “Aelin was trembling, a hand on her friend-face so white and drawn that any harsh words he'd reserved for her were unnecessary. His queen knew the cost. It had taken her so damn long to trust any of them to do anything. If Aedion roared at her now, even if he still yearned to ... Aelin might never delegate again. Because if Lysandra hadn't been in the water when things had gone so, so badly…” And they do see it; the on-growing burden on Aelin’s shoulders & how she’s carrying the weight of it; both as a queen (despite her current lack of crown) another long-coming plot; as spoken by Chaol: “There she was, that queen looking out at him, a hint of the ruler she was becoming. And it knocked the breath out of him, because it made him feel so strangely young-when she now seemed so old.” And turning her desperate & weary; heavier slowly: “Since Rowan had gone, since word of Rifthold's fall had arrived, Aelin had been half present. Distant.” line after line “She'd grown quieter the farther north they'd traveled. Perhaps weeks on the road had sapped her.” They fear for her “And he wondered if Aelin was somehow watching the archipelago, and the seas, and the skies, as if she might never see them again.” for the price of such powers “We have yet to see the full extent of Erowan’s darkness. And I think we have yet to see the full extent of Aelin’s fire.” & They try to help “After tonight, depending on what the lords reported he'd try to find her a quiet place to rest for a day or two before they made the last leg of the trek to Orynth.” desperate to stop it “"She's not some unwitting pawn." He'd defy the gods, find a way to slaughter them, if they threatened Aelin, if they deemed these lands a worthy sacrifice to defeat the Dark King.” to protect her “Rowan at her right, Aedion at her left, Lysandra at her back; nothing and no one would get to their queen.” all the while they know they cannot as Rowan’s line painfully says: “This was war. These lands would endure far worse in the coming days and months. His queen, no matter how he tried to shield her, would endure far worse.” (Also the key word endure, frequently used for the “lost children of Terrasen” as I call their grouping). To even Aelin’s own words “She was a liar, and a murderer, and a thief, and Aelin had a feeling she'd be called much worse by the end of this war.”

This is where I fear Nightfall will come to rise in Fire-Heart:

I say all of this to say I get concerned when Maas feels the need to start a book with such warning; in both the price, and person paying it… Aelin is too much like Elena… Celaena has lost too much to lose anyone else (“And she would not add another name of her beloved dead to her flesh.” — “"We'll get her back, Aelin." "I can't bury another friend." "You won't."”)… and carrying it so heavily I worry she may overpay her share on their behalf’s. And between that & the many conflicting & star aligning forces of Rowaelin I worry the conflicts may grow; originally it was him not feeling “enough” for her because he’s a Prince not a King, he has no money no land no army (thankfully we are done with that piece because he can give her everything🥹 of his heart and that’s all she needs). We have the inevitable Maeve’s vendetta. We have my growing fear with the Carranam bond getting drained; like it almost did with Deanna. And the quotes all warning that their world may lead to another being destroyed, one or the other; “This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world. And if they picked it, picked them, it might very well cause the end of it.”

… and though this isn’t due to Nightfall I am just concerned (I try to avoid spoilers (and continue to do so); but I already know it’s got a cliffhanger) and I have read enough Maas books (and just fandoms in general) to fear the 1-2 punch of “THEY’RE ALL GONNA DIE😱 — PSYCH😜 THEY ARE ALL FINE😅 — JUST KIDDING EVERYONE YOU LOVE IS DEAD!☠️” + the amount of possible brainwashing between Valg, Wyrdstones, and now gods… I’m just nervous (& still not 100% sure someone isn’t already secretly possessed).

MY DO NOT KILL LIST IS GETTING TOO LONG: From ASTERIN (scared me half to death SARAH) & Manon + 13 (obvi💁‍♀️), Abraxos & Fleetfoot & Evangeline (had to break my “no Google” rule to assure the latter twos safety *phew*), Aelin & Rowan (DON’T YOU EVEN DARE), Lysandra, Aedion, Dorian (HE’S BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH; STOP HURTING HIM), Elide (just let her be happy & home & make Marion proud dammit), Chaol (he’s not even here & I’m still a little mad BUT STILL) & Yrene (she hasn’t even fully come in yet & I don’t care I love her already) + Nesryn who babe, you know I love you, but I need more history & perspective to trust you fully (you seem cool, but I’m worried the lack of knowledge about you means your gonna lie or die, & it’s just too soon after Sorscha), Emrys (your safe in Mistward; STAY THERE), Sam (beloved, you’re still on this list; even though I know how it ended, & really do LOVE Rowaelin, I just still miss you; & want a Multiverse of happy endings for EVERYONE).

— HOWEVER —

I hope Fire-Heart will bring:

More Manorian; and let’s be honest ALL the ships (+ it could get realll literal with the set-up right now😂 the ships are LITERALLY sailing🤣) of course I CAN NEVER HAVE ENOUGH ROWAELIN (though Fire-Bringer was great 🥵 THEY FINALLY SAID I LOVE YOU🥹👏) & I am SO HERE FOR Lysandra & Aedion! … also what’s up with Elide & Lorcan? (Her last name + his first name TOO SIMILAR😂)

More interactions in general between all the characters from ships, to friendships, to even enemies (who often also become friends😂) honestly might be my fav part about this book so far; seeing it all line up & crossover; (from aforementioned Elide & Lorcan), (to previous & hopefully again soon) Manon & Aelin, the FULL team with THE THIRTEEN (Asterin & our crew would be absolute chaos & I would love every second of it), Sorrel too! AND VESTA! Petrah Blueblood (I find her VERY interesting as a character), Elide & the “lost children of Terrassen” finally meeting; maybe some more Ren & Bane updates (cause I wonder about them & what their up to) to Abraxos & Fleetfoot (PLEASE I NEED THIS… just don’t eat eachother😅😂) & yes I do STILL miss Evangeline & Fleetfoot; though I am happy they are safe; while the fire trick was cool it was SO not sustainable, & I do trust Murtaugh… and these full circles; Ansel’s (presumed) reintroduction & the TAB throw-backs/crossovers (plus NOW Crochans?). —

Exploring things of the sort; what is the other side of the “Crochan’s tale”, what is Elide’s true bloodline, how does the new Mala knowledge effect Aelin & Dorian?

Who are the Cadre (& learning more of their history; both with Aedion & Gavriel (that blood oath better not pass to children), Lorcan (Elide is already helping there thankfully) the other twin because I already stan Fenrys, and really Rowan because who are they really? Despite the “blood oath” reasoning they spent centuries together there has to be more to it). I want to get to know the twins & their whole Yin & Yang balance; also what is Fenrys power? (why does Rowan let him go after Aelin in the water instead, he must be pretty dang powerful & more so than Rowan to be her best option in his eyes)! What other histories does Rowan have (are the “witches” one of them)? What else is Maeve (I will never trust her) hiding?

Why is Erowan this way (who really killed Aelin’s parents)? Are we POSITIVE the Ilken aren’t the creatures Elide saw in the basement (wow that sounds extra ominous😂)?

Will Chaol show up (how is his team & the southern allies coming along)?

What is the limitation to Lysandra’s powers (can they find a way to trick the Terrasen flower into “blooming”)?

Is their further crossover between these series (ACOTAR & CC)?

Explain further how certain things work such as mates (Rowan has two? Celaena/Aelin too maybe? & what that means for others)… And just a lil’ fluff (Rowan & Fleetfoot, the team all together, shenanigans & some side plots for funsies) maybe?…

I theorize Fire-Heart will:

Confirm Rowaelin as mates (they practically have already but I want to hear the words). Plus plenty more of them just being them (their every moment is so detailed & precious). Maybe even some more moments with Prince of Doranelle vibes ;-)

Show that there are multiple Carranams (possibly a dyad between Aelin & Dorian. Rowan & Aelin being the mates balance; making Aelin & Dorian the “friendship / rulers / fates” balance). & Without a limit to their power; the danger of over-draining others (Deanna causing Rowan to feel “thunder steal his magic” is CONCERNING & Dorian’s magic is hungry for it).

Confirm that Aelin can use shadowfire, moonfire, & power without limit. Explore her other gifts such as water & healing. Possibly introduce her as a powerful enough wielder to use all the forms (as briefly referenced as a possibility among others before).

Confirm Lysandra & Aedion as mates or at least a couple. (Also use it to explore Aedion’s history & introduce the Bane or at least their set-up).

Bring back the Mycenians since Lysandra & Aelin’s masterplan worked (THE DRAGON THEORY WAS RIGHT)!

Set sail on Manorian in a way that is explanatory/foreshadowing. (Possibly tap into Dorian’s immortality? & power exploration explanations. And go into Manon’s ability to forge a new alliance of peace between MANY groups; not because I’m suggesting the sexist “get married” nonsense so many are giving Aelin, literally just that she could speak on behalf of many groups & since Darrow has brought diplomatic debates into this war it could be an asset).

Introduce Ansel, and perhaps loop back to the Red Desert (unless the Silent Assassins have disappeared). Showing all of Celaena as we see all of Aelin (letting Rowan know even more of her, healing those wounds as he & her family fully accept her; hopefully doing the same thing for them; going through more history). & Similarly with Rowan; possibly saving the Cadre’s lives through it (or at least stopping Lorcans “execution”).

Tie in the spider silk, between Abraxos’s wings (Manon’s “stealing”), & Aelin’s Red Desert history deals. If not in this book than KoA.

Explain Maeve’s obsession with Aelin & vendetta against the family.

Aelin reclaiming her crown by having the heart of her people (we’ve seen “the future”, there is a woman with hair like moonlight; I think this is Manon. The people chant for her, she is their Queen and that is her court; including the witch).

I think Aelin (like Manon & the other golden eyed 13) are Valg proof. She has the golden eye ring of the Ashryver eyes… in that case maybe Aedion too?? (Hopefully🥺… I mean why else would history write a poem about it?) … While I’m at it let’s make Lysandra’s shifting immune too (protect all my bb’s)!😂

Reveal the Wyrdstone Elide carries as THE Lock (between her last name having the word lock😂 or “loch” I guess, the magic not being immediately recognized as a Wyrdkey by Lorcan, & Kaltain’s promise/importance with an explanation for the “living gate” term). Then when she reaches them so does the thread of fate (once again).

Go to Ellywe & both heal/break my soul (all this travel has made it inevitable; though it is cool to see more of the continents of this fictional world etc.)!🙃

Not something I truly believe but one I wonder on; is there a relation between either Rowan & Manon (history or hair color related😂) or Aelin & Manon (some sort of blood relation; the gold eyes & power levels?).

Not theories but things I think need to happen ASAP: STOP WEARING THE WYRDKEY as a necklace AELIN I DON’T care if it’s a “family heirloom” IT’S A BAD IDEA (have you not seen Harry Potter? — sry for another reference, but seriously DON’T WEAR HORCRUX LOCKETS folks)! Tell Elide the full truth; Celaena = Aelin (at least Lorcan is getting close). Commit to immortality (I’m looking at you Aelin & Aedion; esp. Aelin… ROWAN NEEDS THIS; the only time I will ever encourage a woman to “settle”😂)! Address the very long list of “things for later/back burner” because I can’t keep track😂 & they are all WAY too important😅, dangerous😬, and THE LIST IS LONG SO HURRY UP Y’ALL😁!!!

— NOW ONTO THE “ACTUALLY” READ “BIG PORTION😂 —

The Fire-Bringer:

A lot of reactions have random posts; per usual many of the opinions change with hindsight, but I like being able to look back & enjoy it for the first time so (while I do try to give an update) I’ll probably leave the posts up :-) hoping to get a few lil (by that I mean pages jk sry not sry lol I warned you) notes I’m pondering on in here though…

I love the Little Folk’s little but magical role:😊 when (not if; I’m gonna will it into reality with terminology) this gets an adaptation I can’t wait to see them! — I really love the fan art & its many different takes for what they may be all the way from fairy’s, to wisps, to “baby-Groot”-like characters! … I also wonder if they could help out with that “rulers flower thing” possibly, same as pondered for Lysandra (I think these “little things” will be keys to helping Aelin with “dum-dum Darrow” (as I’ve dubbed him; cause I’m angry! & it may be only a 1st read impression as of right now, but he’s also given me 0 reason to like him).

The Oakwald forest: EVERYONE IS SO CLOSE yet SO FAR! (At least Manon has finally made it to the team… well kinda… she better actually MAKE IT past the ship drop-off… if you can call it that?😅 this is why I need to type fast & go read!) If Tower of Dawn manages to match this pace of “just-missed, kinda-crossover” I see why the tandem read would work! It’s quite fun (& semi-irritating/anxiety-inducing but in a good way😂).

Speaking (writing?😂) of Manon: TALK ABOUT IMMEDIATE CHAOS, each of her chapters have been SO intense. I might have cried with her the most so far; I legitimately almost lost it over Asterin’s almost execution & The Thirteen (I AM VERY GLAD THEY FINALLY LEFT THE MATRON & got out so they can please be safe now; or at least they already are in my mind; though last we saw them it was all chaos, they were running (a win) & the shadows seemed to confirm them getting out (another good sign) while Asterin being dragged off screaming isn’t great I think she was shouting for Manon because she didn’t want to leave her… & I refuse to accept any other answer) only problem is Manon is not with them; & she really needs to be😅😅😭 instead of half-dead in the woods, hunted by a banshee-hound-thing? Abraxos honey, thank you for taking care of mother🥹😂 at least she is with the team on the same-ish side now. So, hopefully Abraxos will go grab the rest of The Thirteen while he drops Manon off? I NEED THE WHOLE GANG; I mean Erawan & Maeve are screwed in that case. Esp. since most of them are Valg proof golden eyed; & also have you seen these gals fight? … Honestly, I think they are one of the great shows of good writing in these books; because these characters could easily be read as villains & psychopaths to be hated, yet they manage to be a compelling, interesting, group of female badassery & sisterhood, that really captures your heart (pun intended). HOWEVER, I say all of this Spoiler-free while not oblivious; I have 2 &1/2 books left (wow that’s numbers too small I’m gonna get sad😅😂) I know people say this ending is a hard, & a book of cliffhangers… So, if this is “just” the beginning it can only get crazier😅 (I just don’t want to know; I want to think this will be like ACOTAR with no deaths as long as I can believe it) & even with the Matron’s probable on-it’s-way “dispatch”, they managed to hide Asterin for years. My main concern is Sorrel & Vesta as they’ve been given enough time to love them, yet not enough time for a full arc, I can’t have any red shirts & I’m a little worried for them (but I just wanna love them as long as I can🥹).

I’m so glad I was right; from day ONE I’ve been wondering about Aedion & Lysandra cause *coughs* I mean their first scene together ever… she’s changing his shirt… and now the whole “wandering off to give Rowaelin time” which while a fair-ish excuse it is also a little ;-) ;-) … and now that he’s said he’s gonna marry her “Because I am going to marry you," he promised her. "One day. I am going to marry you.”… I’m counting it (why is it giving New Girl CeCe & Schmidt?😂)

But in all seriousness ship-ness aside I appreciate their friendship; the understanding of each-other with a healthier trauma bond (for all they cannot say, yet carry so heavily; all the shame & fear Aedion is wrestling with; & the steady acceptance Lysandra gives) I loved them both as is, but together is something precious & nice to see develop (while staying slow, taking time, surety of respectful). While at times it feels fast, it makes complete sense (esp. as we don’t get their perspectives as frequently, & with the knowledge that mates can be pretty immediate; even if it’s not “said”; it tracks).

Though it hurt (& was also kinda healthily valid) to hear Aedion be angry with Aelin, it also says a lot about how much he cares for Lysandra (as Aelin often can “do no wrong in his eyes”) to be angry in the first place “And for the first time, he hated his cousin. He hated Aelin for asking this of Lysandra, both to defend them and to secure the Mycenians to fight for Terrasen. Hated the people who had left such scars on the shifter that Lysandra was so willing to throw her life away. Hated ... hated himself for being stuck in this useless tower.” While also knowing it’s not her fault, it is her choice, but it also had to be (he at least knows that & does cut her slack). “He was shaking now, that rage indeed taking over. But Rowan snarled at him, low and vicious, "Save it for later." Aedion growled right back at him. Rowan gave him a cold, steady look that said if he so much as began to hint at what their queen carried, he'd rip out his tongue. Literally. Aedion shoved down the anger. "We can't carry her, and she's too weak to shift." "Then we wait here until she can," Aelin said. But her eyes drifted to the bay, and to the city beyond, still cheering. victory—but very nearly a loss. The remnants of the Mycenians, saved by one of their long-lost sea dragons. Aelin and Lysandra had woven ancient prophecies into tangible fact. "I'll stay," Aedion said. "You deal with Rolfe." "Fine," he said. Aelin groaned, getting to her feet, but stared down at him before she took Rowan's extended hand. She said softly, "I'm sorry." Aedion knew she meant it. He still didn't bother replying.” & knows (because Lysandra makes him better; as she already reminds him with her knowing compassion): “"That man has endured enough, Aedion. A little kindness wouldn't kill you." "He stabbed Aelin. If you knew him as I have, you wouldn't be so willing to fawn over. "No one expects you to fawn over him. But a kind word, some respect-" He rolled his eyes. "Keep your voice down." She did- but went on, "He was violated, and even if you cannot draw up forgiveness for stabbing Aelin against his own will, then try to have some compassion for that." — Aedion snarled at her. Lysandra snarled right back and held his stare with the face not trained or built for bedrooms, but the true one beneath—wild and unbroken and indomitable. No matter what body she wore, she was the Staghorns given form, the heart of Oakwald Aedion said hoarsely, "I'll try." "Try harder. Try better."”)

& Then moments like him asking her to come with him to meet Gavriel, & she simply does. Or that she trusts him to carry her home, vulnerable & tired. I think they give a lot of what the other needs while growing to be who they are themselves. Plus Lysandra deserves to be a leopard princess, sister-in-law(ish) to Aelin. “Princess Lysandra Ashryver sounds nice, doesn't it?” YES IT DOES!

Speaking of Lysandra (who is seriously one of my all time favorites; I relate, I adore her, and really it just doesn’t get better then all of these characters) I WAS RIGHT ABOUT LYSANDRA BEING A DRAGON!!! GENIUS!! And also LYSANDRA WAS A DRAGON!!!!!! I love her & Aelin’s plotting (which also gets kinda Kaz Brekker vibes sometimes; she is so brilliant, & the fact Lysandra just piles into the shenanigans; I love them). TALK ABOUT POWER! Also what fun genius for mythology… winning the people’s hearts… etc. …if only she could turn into a flower… and making that moment the first perspective we have from her in this book was so fun! Shoutout to @ asexualzucchini for fandoming about this with me (heads up again cause I know your on a first read too; THIS POST HAS SPOILERS for Pt. 1 ;-)

ELIDE & LORCAN; a team-up I was NOT expecting, yet find SO intriguing. From highlighting Elide (which is well deserved) esp. in her truest strength; smarts (her & Annabeth Chase would’ve been besties) and as something even Lorcan sees & values greatly, extra fun as in combo to his physical strength it’s a pretty perfect team (& a helpful combo for storytelling because you see his perspective which is of course very different then spoken threats from Rowaelin perspectives ONLY; & of course once again while I’m curious to learn more on the Cadre; esp. since Lorcan often to me just seems angry to have “lost” his friend). And I do love the boundaries they respect (even as an unknown dare I say “anti-hero”? Lorcan still has some clear moral lines (& I generally appreciate that in the Maasverse that everyone except the worst of the worst can agree where those are) he also keeps his word a VERY intriguing piece of his character), also the representation they give (go team disability represent!) + small girlies hanging out w big brooding boys (there’s my “kitty” style reference for you Aelin lol). Also funny cause eventually they’re gonna end up in the same place😂 P.S. him calling her MARION (gut-wrenching), Crochan history (very curious), etc. IT’S JUST ALL SO INTRIGUING! … Now if we could only have an empowering crossover so she can go talk to Feyre & realize she’s already intelligent, powerful, & capable, & not being able to read has no effect on that!! (while we’re at it & I’m on a crow comparison kick; go hug Wylan please).

Another team up I didn’t expect but surprisingly loved most was Dorian & Rowan’s roadtrip through Rifthold (new movie adaptation idea?😂):

Dorian, Dorian, Dorian where do I begin? — I love him. I think he might be the most morally grounded character (odd as that sounds for someone that was recently possessed). He would be a good king, because most important he’s just a good man. My heart breaks for him, he’s seen a lot without time or space to deal with it (it’s just adding up; “The latter, Dorian realized, usually happened when even the heat and sun couldn't drive away the shadows of the past few months—when he awoke with his sweat feeling like Sorscha's blood, when he couldn't abide even the brush of his tunic against his neck.”); yet he still gives everything he can to his friends, his people, his country (& Rowan gives & takes care of him too (another Aelin paralell/foreshadowing; “"You're not going to believe me," Aelin went on. "What l've just said, you're not going to believe me. I know it--and that's fine. I don't expect you to. When you're ready, I'll be here.”) ; “He wasn't sure whether to thank the Fae Prince for noticing or to hate him for the kindness.” — Because Rowan knows; “"You're going to hate the world, Dorian. You are going to hate yourself. You will hate your magic, and you will hate any moment of peace or happiness. But I had the luxury of a kingdom at peace and no one depending upon me. You do not."”); and somehow Dorian just remains good and kind even when the world is not. He may carry more, but it is never an excuse for him; he sets aside his pride, humbled, un-selfish, caring, and really trying. (remarkable enough that even Rowan notices & takes note; “I have known many kings in my life, Dorian Havilliard. And it was a rare man indeed who asked for help when he needed it, who would put aside pride.”) And I also appreciate that he is cared for in this, seen for who he is; respected in it (FINALLY said quite well in: “Rowan knew most underestimated the sharp intelligence under that disarming smile. Knew that Dorian's value wasn't his godlike magic, but his mind”)

And getting the friends & care he deserves, like Aelin who kept her word “I came back for you. "You both came back,"” (he is her friend, she does care for him) as it’s shown because she went so far as to send Rowan (someone she would NEVER risk; “"I will save him," he murmured. "I wouldn't ask this of you unless it was ... Dorian is vital. Lose him, and we lose any support in Adarlan." And one of the few magic-wielders who could stand against Morath. Rowan's nod was grim. "I serve you, Aelin. Do not apologize for putting me to use." Because only Rowan, riding the winds with his magic, could reach Rifthold in time. Even now, he might be too late. Aelin swallowed hard, fighting the feeling that the world was being ripped from under her feet.” (When she says “losing support” she pauses; because really it’s about losing Dorian her friend, remember she’s always coming from the mindset of “she will not write another name on her scars” almost to the level of her “I will not be afraid mantra” fading in from QoS in this first EoS quarter) so she wouldn’t risk him even in leaving her side (which props to Maas for breaking a typical VERY possessive YA trait; even at the cost of a promise-ish from the last book; “Next time we need to save the world, we do it together. Deal.”). & keeps keeping that promise to save him; not only to keep her word, but keep her friend. Along the way he so easily becomes Rowan’s friend, thawing the ice by just being a decent guy (that says a lot for a centuries old Prince of stoic brooding). I love the genuine respect they have for each other; the time they take (even short as it is) to have a mini-boat therapy session because they needed it; it says a lot about the two of them as good men; the way they help each-other, plan & train together (Dorian even has time to understand Aelin’s time away with a new compassion😅😅 “Honestly, Dorian had no idea how Aelin had survived months of this--let alone fallen in love with the warrior while she did. Though he supposed both the queen and prince possessed a sadistic streak that made them compatible” & even see Rowan get a taste of the Celaena Sardothien world & find he has similar sass). vice-versa you also see someone valuing Rowan’s strength, strategy, personality beyond warrior or prince, without any of this “male pride chest-puffing instinct”. And the way despite the change in new healthier friendships you also have the original ones growing with them “"And will keep changing," she said, squeezing his arm once. "But... There are things that won't change. I will always be your friend." His throat bobbed. "I wish I could see her, just one last time. To tell her... to say what was in my heart." "She knows," Aelin said, blinking against the burning in her eyes. "I'll miss you," Dorian said. "Though I doubt the next time we meet will be in such …civilized circumstances." She tried not to think about it. He gestured over her shoulder to her court. "Don't make them too miserable. They're only trying to help you."” It helps both him and them; like the team they need to be & are finding a way in: “"We'll figure it out." She loosed a breath. "But your being king is the first step of it."” Like the Queens & Kings they have been becoming for a world slowly building; starting with the fact he is one of the good men that do exist (like Nehemia & Celaena said) and as already shown: “Ten years later, and they were all sitting together at a table again--no longer children, but rulers of their own territories. Ten years later, and here they were, friends despite the forces that had shattered and destroyed them. Aelin looked at the kernel of hope glowing in that dining room and lifted her glass. "To a new world," the Queen of Terrasen said. The King of Adarlan lifted his glass, such endless shadows dancing in his eyes, but--there. A glimmer of life. "To freedom."” esp. as he helps raise up women in positions of power to do so as well! (We love a King ally)

Much like Aelin growing into a queen you see the shift as Dorian becomes a King. “Never again. Never again would he be weak and useless and frightened.” (From a quote I appreciated and found Nesta paralells in). “To her surprise, a king smiled back.” And I just hope somewhere along the way Dorian also finds his happy ending much like our queen is slowly finding a way too (like Rowan said; “You will find your way, too, Dorian. You'll find your way out.”); I think Manon is promising, I think he finally has a real family, & he’s learning his power which is good; his already Kingly skills also come in handy, they needed a diplomat. And for two characters I love so much, a genre that rarely shows good friendships between so many characters and guys having emotions and bonding beyond a love interest trope… I just loved it! p.s. thanks again @ mysterylilycheeta for fandoming about this one with me (and many others :-)

Now speaking of Dorian quotes (plus I needed a transition lol) much like Dorian I do sometimes miss Chaol; “"You know," he said, "sometimes I wish Chaol were here to help me. And then sometimes I'm glad he's not, so he wouldn't be at risk again. I'm glad he's in Antica with Nesryn.”while also being glad he’s off somewhere else… not just ‘cause of the injury (I actually hope they don’t make that THE “problem”, at least in the sense of making him “useless”. While healing in a magical realm is a useful skill, representation of disabled characters in the read world is also really important & still super kick-ass & powerful)… So, I’m glad he’s gone not for that but for the fact I think his mentality would conflict right now (& while Aelin isn’t always right; & does sometimes need a check as Aedion aforementioned & does this at least better thank Chaol in timing & how) + most of the time ya kinda need to just “keep calm & trust the process” because while “the gods may have some “masterplan” & only Aelin can outsmart & outplan them (you just have to let her go for it)… and hopefully Elide will be there to help soon!

Now speaking of good friends, & the rest of this post from “threads of fate”, to really loving characters, friendships, relationships (even most of my favorite quotes) it’s time to address THE SHIP because there is ROWAELIN. TRULY WHERE DO I START? I love them. They are perfect. Nothing can break them (Nothing better try). I love the peace & hope they hold for the other (they want more together, for each other; to live.). The balance they carry; especially when one is down, the other lifts them up (even rapidly flipping; I’m a few Chapters into Part 2 (spoiler sentence)🚨 & there’s the moment where it goes from her being on fire & him waking her from her nightmares, to him so panicked to save her he’s freezing the room & she’s soothing him). The way they are so alike, & shown even more so (as I’ve briefly mentioned) in this book (Rowan having some Celaena moments, her taking on a leader & diplomatic role, learning to control water & him teaching her to heal, exploring each others histories & a growing team of friends for & with them) & VERY different (they are the balance even in what they do share; for instance a scene I think on frequently: when Rowan leaves to go get Dorian, and Aelin cannot let him go. Right there she uses very specific words; she does not ask him to stay instead she says she cannot let him go; because she knows asking him to stay (like Lyria had begged) would kill him or telling him “he’s leaving her” would utterly destroy them both. And he does the same; he distracts her (knows what she needs) takes a moment for them (stops the clock) kisses her and then leaves before she opens her eyes in a flash, so she does not have to watch him leave (again), or (be the one to) walk away from him (he knows she already used all of her will to even have him go in the first place, she cannot ask anything more or she will not ask at all), or run again. They both are feeling the same thing, while understanding the differences they have experienced, they take the notice to love the other the way they need & the only way they can). Part of it stems from something I’ve adressed on the blog before, the honesty they share; and desperately needed. Or have discussed with other fans in beyond that the fact they trust, they can have it all on the table, and respect what has to be kept. Part is the fact they are the others soulmate (waiting for those words: “mate” to “officially” & finally seal what we ALL know by now😂). Another being the threads of fate every character keeps seeing; they are VERY tightly bound beyond separation; for better or worse a tangled knot that can not be undone.

The way in that they would fight by the others side, live & die together, for each-other. They would save the world for each-other (like Rowan jumping in front of the moonfire because he knew her fiery soul; “"No!" The word was a roar, a plea, and silver and green flashed in her vision. A name. A name clanged through her as he hurled himself in the path of that fist, that moonfire, not just to save those innocents in the city, but to spare her soul from the agony if she destroyed them all-Rowan.” — “"If you had destroyed that city, it would have destroyed you, and any sort of hope at an alliance."”) It goes beyond taking a bullet for the other, it goes to taking a bullet from the other (you see that side a lot in HoF). They would save the other for the world (like he says, the world needs alliances; because he knows it needs her, his queen). Or the other from the world; “And as his face became clear, his tattoo stark in the sun, as that fist full of unimaginable power now opened toward his heart-There was no force in any world that could keep her contained.” Together, to whatever end. They would even destroy it for the other; “But if it was death separating us … I would find you. I don’t care how many rules it would break. Even if I had to get all three keys myself and open a gate, I would find you again. Always.” They deserve something that’s an always, known, world & gods defying. And while I appreciate the way they defend each other, I also appreciate the way they defend their friends together; it may be them to whatever end, but it’s also not just them against the world (more so for the world?) they may be capable of destroying the world for each other, still they choose to give everything to save it. They choose each other, they continue to do so, to accept, to be honest. “Even if this thing between them ... even if he knew it was not mere lust, or even just love. This thing between them, the force of it, could devour the world. And if they picked it, picked them, it might very well cause the end of it.” they have a powerful love (one that is quite literally more powerful together). I love that scene too, the carranam; the way he steadies her (he knows why the manacles scare her, knows how to help her breathe despite it; “she is not afraid”), trusts her (she could kill them both, but he believes in her, always has, even before she believed in herself) gives her his power (talk about a feminist ally😂 he literally uses his power to give her more power), and she blazes the world (better & worse); she trusts him enough for the irons (something she may have killed someone else for), she trusts his trust in her (it empowers her metaphorically too), trusts him to save her from herself; trusts him which as this line shows; “"You trust nothing. She met his eyes. "I trust you."” is almost a miracle in itself. I love the easy rhythm they fall into like breathing, simple domesticity (even among war), natural understanding (soulmates), gentle unconditional stubborn & unchanging love that simply is. & is accepted as such. Learning more of their history in parallels & new perspectives, tales & legends, chaos & opposites (especially opposed in power) FIRE & ICE and remains the “meant to be” Carranam; though one of a kind it also understands itself in being love among grief, giving it the ability to see & soothe the unhealthy internal monologues… in a way that’s honestly kinda healing to read; I love their quotes, I love their scenes, I love their characters, I just love them.

It’s been fun to see more Aelin as Aelin, (and I’m not meaning “The one in green smiled, but for all its delight, all its wicked mischief ... It was a softer smile, made with a mouth that was perhaps less used to snarling and teeth-baring and getting away with saying hideous, swaggering things. Lysandra, then. The two queens faced Rolfe.” Lysandra twin-swap scene 😂) the way Celaena is now recognized as a part to play; “You met Aelin when she was still pretending to be Celaena” — “Because it was Celaena who sat here-for whatever purpose, it was Celaena Sardothien in this room.” from the way Rowan helped & accepted her all along. Rowan has always been her protector, her guard, her best champion, fiercest warrior & love, her dearest friend, her everything. It’s the one that saw all & loved anyways “to have one person who knew the absolute truth about her--and didn't hate her for it.” — “I see you, I see every part of you. And I am not afraid.” he is not afraid of her; the first time she’s ever had that… Something she desperately needs as someone so fear-based… She went from being a child who was never not afraid; she was taught to fear her power, fear the secret coming free, because she would be persecuted; because her people would not love her for what she was; she was protected against it and taught her powers weren’t to be trusted. She spent so long burying herself… Arobynn taught her that; created a world of only that for her to exist in, only to survive never to live. And as I’ve said before I LOVE SAM, I truly think he would have accepted her without flinching (I love & believe in the many soulmates for many lives theories; he was Celaena’s) but over & over again the saddest four words of almost they never had time. Thinking someone would love you “even if” is different that getting to experience it, she was still afraid he would turn her in or turn away, he would judge her as she judged herself, or didn’t know “how dark she could go”; like he was too good and she would drag him down. And here is Rowan: the one person who could stop her (the dark comfort she takes in knowing he could save the world if she endangered it; “That is how I was able to stand before the King of Adarlan, how I was able to befriend his son and his captain, how I was able to live in that palace. Because I did not give that rage, those memories, one inch. And right now I am looking for the tools that might destroy my enemy, and I cannot let out the monster, because it will make me use those tools against the king, not put them back as I should--and I might very well destroy the world for spite. So that is why l must be Celaena, not Aelin--because being Aelin means facing those things, and unleashing that monster. Do you understand?”) and doesn’t think that of her; “For whatever it's worth, I don't think you would destroy the world from spite.”

To the moment on the beach that strikes me again & again; Aelin in her rawest state (inner child & traumatized immortal), sobbing, unclothed (a very important detail not because of the rest of Chapter 38 spice but because of the psychological component; she is stripped down to her core at her worst, most vulnerable, visibly terrified uncomfortable state; it’s more like a nightmare of giving a speech & realizing your the only one without clothes), on fire (no hidden power or sense of control), unleashing an entire storm (after almost destroying the world; her world; even against her will); because she is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius “the rightful heir of fire” and Queen of Terrasen; she has been “Adarlans Assassin” & a “King’s Champion” Lillian, Elentiya, Celaena… all of these names… and yet, she is still afraid. And she cannot stop it; she is trying & failing, feeling every step backwards for every step she takes, she is running to nowhere, she is lost. And then there is Rowan. Rowan, who walked to the creak to see her, and went loudly so she would know & not be afraid. Rowan who knows when she needs to let off steam (literally) & has been burned & still does not turn away from her. Rowan who now is “silent as death” because he knows her mind is already screaming enough for the both of them. Rowan who follows her; over & over, unflinching, returning, staying, seeing, & still believing in her (even before she believed in herself; even when she cannot). She is begging for anyone that listens to take the job & all its “blessings & burdens of power”, wishing for a bottom to the endless abyss of her power, drowning in it; helpless in her own strength, because she does not trust herself (how can she when she can’t even be herself; not just Celaena; but Deanna), trying to run from herself. And Rowan who sees, hears, knows; and only cares about her. Choosing her. Loving her. Telling her those words. Arguing against the voices in her head for her; making her feel for a moment that maybe somehow she’s worth it (or at least too lucky to care even if she’s not). Because he has every reason to go; he knows what he could lose (even as they stand there; he is still shaken & terrified; he just saw a god steal the woman he loves from her own mind; he has no idea how to fight that & bring her back) He has lost that; felt it for centuries The world may be the price, they may be the price, they are in the middle of a war waged & waiting for hundreds of years; and he does not care. He only cares about her; better & worse. And she is not alone; never again. Reminding her that she can be both, staying on the road. As he says (a quote that made me cry): “You and I will learn to manage your power together. You do not face this alone; you do not decide that you are unlovable because you have powers that can save and destroy. If you start to resent that power… I don’t know where we go on that road.” And when she voices it, that fear (that brought me to tears); you’re just crazy for loving me.“"Because I'm the only one arrogant and insane enough to ask Mala Fire-Bringer to let me stay with the woman I love. Her flames turned to pure gold at the words-at that word. But she said, "Perhaps you're just the only one arrogant and insane enough to love me."” He simply, firmly, undoubtably, says no. … And when the times comes; when he creates a snow storm of his own (& destroys half a forrest😂) she just laughs, holds him closer, kisses him again. As she says; “who would not look at those flames with any ounce of fear.” as anyone else would have. They aren’t afraid of each other, they aren’t afraid, not together. “But Rowan had caught her each time she had fallen-first, when she had plummeted into that abyss of despair and grief; second, when that castle had shattered and she had plunged to the earth. And now this time, this third time ... She was not afraid.”

And because they are equal, because they will go to whatever end, because they pull each other back over & over whenever/wherever they drift. (And while I love Lyria, I believe she was one of his soulmates) I don’t think anyone ever understood him so well in return… Rowan loved Lyria. Lyria wanted him to stay for good reason, but he was not able to tire to rest to settle; she did not understand the warrior; just as he couldn’t understand enough not to be. Where peace was never quite had, the warrior that could not rest; there is Aelin. Who just goes to war with him, for him, for them. She is his hope, his queen, his love, his world, his fireheart🥹, & his everything (& thankfully NOT because of the blood-oath; “"How does she do it?" Aelin asked baldly. "With Rowan, it's not ... Every order I give him, even casual ones, are his to decide what to do with. Only when I actively pull on the bond can I get him to ... yield. And even then it's more of a suggestion." "It is different with her," Gavriel said softly. "Dependent on the ruler it is sworn to. You two took the oath to each other with love in your hearts. You had no desire to own or rule him." Aelin tried not to flinch at the truth of that word—love. That day ... when Rowan had looked into her eyes as he drank her blood ... she'd started to realize what it was. That the feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it ... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it.” glad they clarified that to give consent). I’ve said this about them before and I’ll say it again there is something healing in how wholly they accept and understand each other (to the point you would think they are reading minds), how evenly matched and equal they are. They are two of the best matched characters I know of; at times even to a fault (but even that is taken in stride). Aelin and Rowan are everything they have ever been with the other. This isn’t a comparison, there’s something beautiful to each of them (I’ll even still say that to Dorian & Aelin, the way their friendship came to be, and re-reads what might have been) there is just the fact that this is different and I think it’s a special kind of something. And the fact in the matching for the other they can go to the ends of the earth together; whether it be as Queen and Prince (though he would make a good king ;-) or assassins, gentle souls trying to rest, never at rest but trying for peace, fae and shifters fire and ice, warriors, martyrs, saviors, villains, Kings Champion & Maeve’s Cadre, friends, mates, whatever it may be “to whatever end”.

I especially love them in the little things… all these moments that show everything I’ve said and more.

The detail in Rowan knowing the other side to Aelin keeping him at the beach, and it not taking away from the moment. He knows, he accepts it. They know the layers, they don’t pretend otherwise, they don’t run or fight it, they just sit with it. The way he held her & grounded her during the sea battle, believing in her even as she lost her balance in power, the way she came back from Deanna for him, the way she held on to him through the storm. She reminds him what he is; that he is everything she needs, she doesn’t take the bullshit, she doesn’t give up; she lends a hand, or lets him follow, or defends him. And they finally said it; I love you. — Actually better than that, worlds best quote award of: “I love you. There is no limit to what I can give to you, no time I need. Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will love you.”They finally chose this, them; and the world needed it (I will go down with the ship of them as queen and king). … So, my shippers heart is happy, I want more, I’m happy they’re happy, I want them to stay happy. They are the best brightest threads of fate & for a book I’ve loved to see tie together, the Rowaelin ship has been pretty perfect.

And some random notes I keep wondering on:

The color green in this series… From Lysandra’s eyes (the one marker she keeps in each form; funny as it’s also Terrasen (her future Courts) color, to Rowan’s pine green (& often “home” like Terrasen descriptions (once again)) to the green roofing of Rifthold, or tiling of the desert, the stolen wax stamp rings, Terrasen’s color, etc. … it’s just used to tell a lot of story & I find it a fun note!

On the subject of these “fun notes” I’d also like to Mention Maasverse “deals” in wording; I find it so interesting how carefully phrased (like a genie) things need to be, yet kept to their word they are. I feel like there’s some loopholes within some plots right now using that clause (if only there was Mort to prove it!)… I miss Mort…

There’s all of Lysandra’s shapeshifting, the character in that, her character all together. And then moments like Rowan reaching her to fly, to have her own wings. And introducing more powers outside of fae.

Fenyrs possible… winnowing? Whatever reason it was that Rowan sent him to save Aelin instead of himself (obviously meaning he was more capable because Rowan would save her any means necessary).

And these aforementioned threads of fate are pretty brilliantly done, I look forward to continuing to enjoy them. From Oakwald to 10 years ago to the detail of plans (Aelin going to the temple, for Brannon & the Dragon, & her territory claim… etc.)… SO MANY!!!

Especially because of YOU!..

— Final, biggest most important book/fandom thought yet: —

THANK YOU to the Maasverse!

As someone who doesn’t know anyone reading these —one of my favorite things to do is talk about them with other fans— I’m thankful to still have that; I’m thankful that tumblr has that; and thankful that y’all are so welcoming, kind, talented, & lovely! (Limiting full tags as this post is ridiculously long and no one should “have” to read it😂)

There’s a long list of you, to name a few (others please know you are still on the list, loved & appreciated)!! @ archerons-elain @ highladyelenna @ iwantavaldezinator @ romantasyreader28 @ antvwinderbaum @ shadowhunters77 @ chaos-on-stand-bi @ theauroragalaxy @ impossibelle @ aelin-fire-heart @ autumnbabylon @ headboymalfoy @ somebooksbelonginthesinbin @ idfendyr @ winged-artistic-wolf @ batter-upp @ cheap-spirits @ just tsteffs50cts @ xxvalkyriesxx @ captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @ lynnsthoughts @ maevecrom @ stingy-swann @ mothlvrtothemoon @ wannaberachelgrxxn @ sweetokami @ avymiir

& so if I missed any, like I said just know you are so appreciated🫶 … and sorry I get confused sometimes (as this is technically a secondary blog to @lavendarneverlands lol😂). It’s always me though🤣

[uluvjay]

Valentine’s post- W. Smith

Valentine’s Day instagram edit

Will smith x Hughes sister

All pics from Pinterest!

Part two of this au!

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Will smith

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Will Smith Wishing my favorite girl the happiest of Valentines days, you’re my best friend and I’m so grateful for meeting you, your smile never fails to brighten up my day, you’re always by my side and there for me whenever I need you. I love you pretty girl🩷

User crying🥲

User I’m so unwell

Y/nHughes I’m sobbing, I love you so much🥹🩷

-> will smith I love you more

User Plz god when will it be my turn🙏🏻

User oh🥹

JackHughes good job

-> user Jack??😭😭

Y/nHughes

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Y/nHughes Screaming happy Valentine’s Day to my boy!!! Will you’ve made me feel like the most special girl in the entire world and I couldn’t be grateful to have you in my life and get to experience a love like yours everyday. You’re loving nature an unconditional support is something I cherish and hold close, I love you Willy💌

User I AM SOBBING

User they’re the cutest ever

User 🥹🥹

WillSmith I love you the most🤍

-> Y/nHughes I think I love you more but whatever floats your boat big guy🥰

User HEY PRETTY GIRL? LOVE OF MY LIFE??? WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!!?!??

QuinnHughes now this is what we wanted to see

-> Y/nHughes Go away😀

-> LukeHughes No, i don’t think we will❤️

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Taste (m)

synopsis. He loves your taste so much.

pairing. yandere!bunny hybrid jungkook x fem!owner noona!reader.

warnings. MDNI. YANDERE, EXPLICIT THEMES, fingering, lots of praise, he’s such a tease, and needy af, soft dirty talk, soft smut, obsessive koo, he’s kinda a whore but… confused noona, marking, unhealthy possessive behaviour, he’s so obsessed.

disclaimer. Please do not romanticise this topic/behaviour, this is purely fictional. I do not condone this behaviour irl!!

note. I hate myself. Send bunny koo asks? share feedback? Remember that I suck at writing smut, sorry jungkook plz forgive me xx. not edited btw.

You love Jungkook with all your heart.

There is no doubt in your heart that you don’t, he’s the only one you’ve loved so much enough to look past his flaws.

He is not perfect, at all. Your bunny boyfriend is far from perfect or normal.

He’s obsessive, unhealthily dependent and possessive.

But he’s the only one that’s ever loved you with his whole heart. He’s the only one that’s loved every single part of yours.

Every flaw and every perfection.

You don’t know why. You can never understand why he loves you so much, his love burns for you hotter than the sun.

He is so in love with you it hurts.

“I love you so much.” He says it again, his eyes make your heart pound, the brown orbs filled to the brim with intensity, his eyes are fixated on your face.

Your throat escapes a trembling breath as he confesses, the room is so quite, you feel so hot, he has you in his arms.

“Noona, I love so much.” He says it again and again, kissing you so deeply, swallowing away your breath, you can’t feel anything but him, his love, his passion.

It overwhelms you.

But he’s such a gentle lover. His kiss is passionate, but you can feel his vulnerability, you know that he’s scared to loose you.

Jungkook dives into the kiss deeper and caresses your naked flesh, his fingers feel so warm, you close your eyes and feel him.

His touch burns on your skin, you can never get used to it.

But it’s so addictive. The way he touches you. He knows your body, your heart, your mind better than your own self.

And you know that’s scary.

His fingers play with your sensitive spot and you whimper, “just relax, noona.” He whispers in your ears, his fingers feel so warm inside you, you cannot relax.

It feels so good.

“Just let me love you.” He almost begs,

nuzzling his face in your neck, you feel his breathing shaking, “F-Fuck… you’re caging my fingers in.”

He fastens his pace and you moan, his teeth graze your neck and he sinks them in. “You-You feel so good around my fingers, noona.”

He’s filthy, absolutely shameless as the way he teases you, he’s breathing so hard, you can hear him so clearly, he bites hard onto your neck.

Sucking onto the spot so it’ll leave a huge mark.

“Mine…” he mutters to himself, you feel your toes curl, “gotta mark you up…” he’s so lost in his own thoughts, it’s like his personality shifted.

“God…” he cries suddenly, “‘could fuck you with my fingers forever, noona.”

“Are you going to cum?” He asks you, you feel your mind freeezing.

Yes.

Your hips buckle but you fail to give him a response, only mewling at the pleasure.

“‘s okay, come on, pretty girl.” He doesn’t need to hear a yes from you.

“My good girl… my pretty noona. Y-Yeah that’s it!” He sounds so drunk, feeling you come has his own pants tightening so much more painfully.

You’re such a goddess.

“O-Oh my God.” He gushes, pulling his fingers out, you can’t help but whine, the cold air hits your body and you want him.

You need him so bad.

“K-Kookie…” you cry softly,

He lifts his head up from your neck, whilst pressing butterfly kisses on your shoulder.

“You did so good, noona!” He grabs your face and lifts his hands up.

You see his glistening fingers and you feel yourself getting embarrassed.

“You see that?” He asks you, a wild look in his orbs, he looks like a feral animal, you feel so small under his predatory gaze.

You are unable to respond, a shocked gasp leaves you when you see him put his digits into his own mouth. He laps onto the liquid like his life depends on it.

You feel yourself getting aroused once again, he drives you so insane.

“H-How…” he moans, his eyes are rolling back. “How can you taste so good noona?”

He stops sucking onto his fingers and looks at you once again, caging your body in as he climbs on top of you, your body falls back onto the mattress.

You know he wasn’t going to let you go.

You didn’t want him to.

“Wan’you to taste your heavenly self noona.” He doesn’t wait for your response once again and pushes his lips so hard onto yours.

He moans into your mouth, you can taste yourself on his tongue.

You grab his hair and pull on it. His dark wavy locks are so soft, Jungkook enjoys it, moaning into your mouth in encouragement.

He grabs the blankets avd covers both of your bodies, finally disconnecting your lips.

He pants hard, “you’re so fucking addictive noona.” He cries, “n-need to fuck you so hard..” he kisses your throat.

“N-Need you to cum on my cock.”