#please........ come play with me in this space.......

[melminli]

Ddakji Man

summery - you were always struggling to make ends meet, despite having three separate jobs and you doubted that that would ever change. it felt like you were working out of your own casket and it would probably be more sustainable to invest in one at this point.

pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. reader

word count: 1,5k

contains: slight arguing, cursing but nothing too graphic tbh

"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" One of your friends asked you a little sadly since you were about to leave the group. They rarely got to see you anyway, did you have to leave so early? "You never come with us when we go out for a drink, we miss you there, you know?"

You smiled a little tiredly as you strolled casually through the streets. "I'm sorry guys, I just have to work tonight." you tried to explain. Besides, I'm fucking tired and just want to get some sleep before then. I miss my bed.

Your best friend pouted as she hugged you from the side and you welcomed it, even if it made walking a little more difficult. "It's always work this work that. Live a little for once, all this stress is not good for you. You need a break." she spoke up before a thought came into her mind that made her a little furious. "Don't tell me that you're using work as an excuse to cancel on us. We can do something else if you want to. I'll even invite you, come on!"

You took a tired breath. I don't have any energy for this. "Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to get drunk with you and I'm not being sarcastic or anything." you clarified. Besides, I wouldn't work this much if I didn't have to.

"All right." she gave in unhappy. "We'll catch you one of these days, I can feel it..."

You laughed softly. "Please do," you replied and stopped in front of the stairs that led to the subway. This was the place where you had to say goodbye to your friends and you did with a few more hugs. You enjoyed spending time with them and loved your friends with all your heart, but you were still happy to be a bit on your own now.

So you plugged in your cable headphones and played your current favorite song at the loudest volume before checking when the next train was going to arrive. Another twenty minutes? The last one must have just left. You decided to just sit down on a bench and wait while staring blankly around and quietly mumbling the lyrics to yourself.

A few minutes later, a person sat down next to you and you could see out of the corner of your eye that it was probably some kind of businessman or something. You didn't look closely out of politeness and turned your gaze somewhere else after checking the time on your phone.

"Excuse me." the unknown man tried to get your attention, but as expected, you could barely hear him over the booming music. He placed his briefcase in the space between you before leaning closer to your figure and looking towards you with a smile and finally, you seemed to notice his stare and turned in his direction. You took out one of your earbuds as you met his gaze. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

The man leaned back again. "I haven't said anything yet. I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, do you have a moment?"

You looked around a little uncomfortably as he maintained uninterrupted eye contact with you. "Ehm, well..." you stumbled slightly over your words. "I'm not religious or anything, sorry," you replied, having no patience for another discourse about Jesus and the church. This is the fourth time this week, lucky me. You thought to yourself as you were about to put your earplug back in.

The salesman held a hand in the air to stop you from doing that to keep your attention. You just looked at him uninterestedly and waited, it was going to be a while before your train arrived anyway. A smile graced his face after you were willing to listen to him again. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, I just want to offer you a chance."

Your face tightened a little in disgust and you were quite irritated by now. He seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer and didn't say anything else, so you had no choice but to interpret his words. He doesn't look like that kind of guy, but I guess it's always the ones who look the most decent. "Listen to me asshole," you said openly this time, all politeness gone as you pointed at his chest with your index finger. "I don't know you, maybe you're one of those men who try to talk in riddles to seem mysterious or something, but right now it just sounds like you're looking for someone cheap to fuck." you replied as you tapped his tie with each syllable and leaned a little closer to him as you whispered. "And I'm not cheap, so you might want to look elsewhere."

This time it was you who grinned as he looked at you in surprise and he let out a small grunt after you finished your sentence. The salesman straightened his tie while watching your figure before reaching for his briefcase and revealing its contents, "That's too bad, but also not what I was talking about," he replied as you looked at the money and colored paper in confusion. "Have you ever played Ddakji?" He asked you as he took out the red and blue paper. You just shook your head. "That's no problem at all, we can still play it if you're up for it." 

Your gaze alternated from his hand to his face. Oh, so he's crazy. You finally concluded. I guess he is too handsome to be just a normal guy, huh. You turned your head away from him, something about the whole thing just seemed perverse to you. "No thanks, I'll pass."

"You sure?" He asked again, knowing he'd convinced you as soon as he brought the money into it. These people are all the same, she'll snatch the paper right out of my hands after I start talking a language she understands. "Every time you win, you get 100,000 won from me." He began, watching the look on your face. "But if I win, you owe me 100,000 won and -"

You sighed and interrupted him. "Yes, I'm sure. I still don't want to play with you, okay?"

This time the man looked at you with a cold, icy stare. A few minutes passed like this and you just tried to ignore his gaze, but then he started talking again. "All right. 200,000 won." he finally said, but couldn't seem to get your attention back. He tried again. "Is it because you've never played the game before? We can have a practice round if that would make you feel more comfortable." he tried again and got irritated when you continued to ignore him. He looked around the area as he considered his next move. Is she waiting for me to increase the prize money further? These people usually jump up happily at the first amount since they're so desperate. He tried to collect himself again. "500,000 won." he finally said. "I've got the money right here, you just have to go for it."

When is this stupid train coming. "Look, I don't want your fucking money, understand? I'm not a gambling addict or -"

"You may not want it, but you need it," he said, annoyed. This has never happened before, is she stupid? He then spoke out your name and described your miserable living situation as if you didn't already know about it yourself. "You also have quite a lot of debt for someone who is still relatively young, are you seriously going to turn down the money I'm offering you? For what, to prove a point or something?"

You didn't know what this man's fucking problem was, he should be glad that you didn't want to take his money, and how did he even know all this? You got up from your seat next to him when the train finally arrived and turned to face him one last time. "Fuck you," you told him and then went to the doors. You even looked out of the window at him as soon as they closed before you, to show him your the middle finger.

The man in the suit watched your figure irritated until it was gone and then, took the little card out of the inside pocket of his suit, that was meant for you. He turned it over a few times in his hand before closing the open briefcase with his other one. He had already played and lost a few Ddakji games in his life, which was the point of the whole thing - to recruit players for the actual game. However, the thought of what awaited them there meant that he was still in control of the situation. He was always in control of the situation. "I didn't loose, we haven't even played." he tried to reassure himself.

And yet the whole conversation with you left him feeling like he was utterly defeated.

[transyonic-iv]

SUPER IMPORTANT imo ty @boytransmission ↓

(PLAINTEXT: under cut and in image description. )

I also think it's very important to remember to be covert about initial question about their flagging. while yeah, flagging does come w the understanding that you will be recognized, and yes, queer progression has gone very far at least in USAmerican culture where flagging tends to be most popular, it still is an implicit indicator of your sexuality due to vulnerability in openly disclosing.

I personally only ask ppl at first/in public/around others abt it in a way that does not imply explicit interest in playing w them specifically, and in very covert ways/not around ppl who may not respond well.

"I like your back pocket" (in a very uh, aesthetic admiration tone? though tone is something I struggle w w autism), and, "what does it mean for you?" are two phrases i use a lot, and so far it's worked well for me in acknowledging other ppl flagging while I'm at work (convenience store in fairly "liberal" USA area. yeah, not the most risky space, but im usually alone with customers, especially if later at night. dont want to put myself at risk if misreading their flagging, or if they are genuinely unaware of the flagging connotation as does happen sometimes, or make another person uncomfortable about being forced to tolerate inquisition of their sexuality while i "restrict" access to food or other purchases from them)

#ALWAYS ask! #If you're seeing someone wearing any color- but especially one in a larger range like green or yellow or blue- ASK! #Please! It is cool to be recognized and asked even if you don't wind up being into their response. Ask after any color though as some color #have different meanings depending* & not everyone distinguishes between color shades in certain groups (i usually see that w grey and red) #Also a personal gripe i've noticed- hunter green hankies (the cliche ones with paisley/etc) sold in hardware/military/etc stores #look very similar to kelly green. The green of a hanky named hunter looks in-between the chart's kelly and hunter #This can be true of many of the colors on this chart- people might wear their light blue as a teal- etc #*depending on what chart they look at online #So! Ask! Always! Get the conversation going! Start the negotiating! Learn something new! Whatever forever!

If you're struggling to find a New Year's resolution, consider learning hanky code and starting flagging

[sun-kissy]

my lovely san !! sorry i'm so late to this 😭 but could i please please request a 🧣with remus + “are you- are you seriously playing with my hair? now?!” 🤎 ((and why isn't you x me an option?))

can't wait to see what you come with, love you ! 🫶🏼✨

no apologies necessary at all, dear nicole! thank you for the request <33 (and you’re so right, i should’ve put you x me as an option 😔) anywho, here’s your scarf babes🧣 love you!

entangled | r.l.

— “Are you — are you seriously playing with my hair? Now?!”

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus and you get entangled in fairy lights while decorating for a party

“Hey.” You hear Remus from behind you, the shuffling of his feet as he takes his shoes off. “Hey, sweetheart. You need any help with that?”

You grunt your dissent from your place on the top rung of the ladder. There’s a dull ache in your toes from how long you’ve been tip-toeing, trying to hang up fairy lights for the New Year’s party later. It had come to you and Remus to host it this time, after James and Lily’s cosy sleepover two years prior and Sirius’ disco party last year.

Remus was a natural at this kind of thing, and you were glad for it. He’d taken it upon himself to prepare most of it – the food, movies, and even fireworks. But you had insisted that he couldn’t be doing everything, it wasn’t fair for your lovely boyfriend to be so… lovely. 

He finally conceded and let you handle the decorations. You weren’t exactly having much luck with it.

“Do you want me to do it?”

“No!”

Remus chuckles quietly, and you feel the gentle pressure of his hands on your ladder, steadying it. You mutter a disgruntled, “thank you,” and he presses an appeased kiss to the back of your thigh.

You manage to loop one end of the string of lights around the hook on the wall, letting out a quiet exhale as you place your heels back down on the metal rung. Remus gives your foot an indulgent squeeze as he looks around the living room. “You’ve outdone yourself, lovely girl. The house looks really good.”

You grin. “I told you I could handle it.” You run your hands down the length of the string of lights, fingers landing on a particularly big knot.

“I didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to.” You hear the smile in his voice. You’re focused on the task in front of you, nails digging into the small spaces between the tangled up string to pull it loose. “I just didn’t want you to overexert yourself or anything, you know? You’ve been working so hard these past few days, even though it’s the holiday season.”

“I know,” you mutter, tugging on the section of lights you got a grip on. You grasp the string with one hand while you pull with the other, one foot going behind the other in an attempt to get some kind of leverage on the nasty knot threatening to wreck your efforts. “But I –”

Remus lets out a quiet shit just as you yelp – you trip. One foot goes around the other, giving way for gravity to wrap its arms around you. The string of lights quickly unravels from the hook and the ladder clangs to the floor horrifically. You thud straight onto Remus.

Tangled. Everything is tangled; limbs and lights and you. Remus groans from below you, and you can’t help but let out a giggle at how you’re positioned. He took the brunt of the fall for you, your back on his chest and face right next to his.

You turn to look at him. “Hi, Rem.”

He opens his half-lidded eyes, fixing you with a deadpan gaze. He looks silly; you expect you look quite the same. The colourful fairy lights blink mockingly, here and there and everywhere where they entangle you. “Hi, doofus.”

“Hey!”

“Well, you are a doofus,” he sighs, trying to wriggle his hands out from beside him. But he’s stuck underneath the weight of you, binded by the decorations like ropes holding him hostage. 

You grin, shifting slightly so you’re lying on your stomach. You reach out to pull a string of lights free from his hair. 

Remus blinks. “Are you – are you seriously playing with my hair? Now?!”

You giggle, and he can’t help but melt. He tries but fails to maintain his grumpy pout; it’s not his fault he can’t feel anything but affection at the sight of you. 

“I’m not playing with your hair, Rem. Just trying to help.”

“You can help by getting off me, you know.” 

You laugh and roll off of him. He pulls you back towards him for a kiss, to which you happily oblige. 

You let Remus press his lips to yours a few more times before disentangling yourself. You don’t help him, and he pretends to complain – yet he’ll love his doofus girlfriend either way.

san's christmas sleepover

[gojoskiikufuku]

GOTTA GET THE FRICTION ON! so ladies— yeah!?

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Gojo Satoru invites you in his Mercedes for some magic friction— and of course, as his assistant— you're willing to participate!

And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! (Yeah!) Ladies! (Yeah) If you wanna roll in my Mercedes (Yeah!) Then turn around! Stick it out!

𝗖𝗪: thigh riding, staining Gojo's pants, car fun, loyal assistant!Reader, ceo!Gojo, fīngering, multiple orgasms, Dom!Gojo (yet he pleads for you), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweets), fem!Reader, whiny!Gojo, He wears a suit, talking you through it, dirty talk (He humiliates you), praising.

You were just walking him towards his car after he pleaded for you to guide him—Weird..

"Where's ijichi?" You can't help but ask as he opens the buildings exit door for you. "He has a day off, why?" You increased your pace—matching his. "Nothing." He nods.

He opens the cars back door, leading you in first, you froze in your place, tapping him on his back, "didn't you say-" he cuts you off, "get in, please." He punctuates, "after you." He clears his throat smiling.

The familiar scent of his air freshener hit your nostrils—no, his cologne actually—mixing with the air freshener.

You bury your head in his neck, muffling your moans as his hands grapple on your hips, pressing you down his muscular thighs— your panties discarded—you can't remember anymore.

Your arms wraps around his neck, rolling your addicting hips against him— oh so desperately. "Hmm, you're doing it so good," he hums, "prepping my meal like this is foul, don't you think?" He muses, his smirk widening against your shoulder

One of his hands goes lower than your hip, softly tapping on your bottom rear before—smack, smack, smack! He hums while doing you so dirty while talking you through it.

"come on baby, do it fasterr," he pleads, playfully tapping your ass. "'toru, please-" you chime, "tsk, tsk!, you have no patience, don't ya?" He chuckles. "No stopping until you stain me." He purposely punctuates in such a dirty way.

"but if you're good enough— ngh— might give you a hand—" he whispers lowly, the two of his hands press you deep on his thighs— the rough fabric of his pants interacting with your clit sending you in a blissful high.

You huff on his neck, your breath brushing through his suit. "Now, now, sweetheart, 'ts not over yet." His fingers brush against your abused cūnt, teasing your entrance. He lifts up his free hand, wriggling his long fingers— "you see, sweets, fingers are gonna fit into that cute pūssy of yours."

He grins, pushing his digits in— immediately scissoring to find that sweet button of yours. "Feel that, baby? You're doing so good while taking me in— 'm deep right inside of you, yeah?" He increases his pace, your squelching filling the whole space.

"she's talking to me—" he muses, intently watching him dwelling repeatedly into your warmth, "gonna come for me, sweetheart?" His thumb goes on to play with your clit, rolling addictive circles. "Close aren't ya?" You nod, leaning close to pull him in a searing kiss.

Your orgasm slowly coils in your abdomen— a pornographic moan slipping out of your lips. You lean on his body, heavily breathing. "Thank you so much, sweets." He murmurs, licking your slick off his digits— watching him in horror.

[jeridandridge]

On Your Side

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader based off of these prompts: “Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.” And “Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” Kinda ooc Melissa? BFFs Melissa and Jacob.

If Melissa had known how her week would start she would’ve stayed on the couch with you on Sunday instead of hosting family dinner. The day starts just as it always does, you curled up behind the redhead with your arm wrapped around her in a comforting hold lazily moving your fingers up and down the soft skin of her stomach.

“I have to get up, Amore.” Melissa hums through a stretch turning to face you.

Meeting green eyes and a freckle dusted nose you crane your neck kissing the tip of her nose making her smile. “You sure I can’t talk you into canceling and staying in this nice, comfy bed with me all day?”

Melissa laughs pecking your lips. “I love the sound of that. But you know how my mom is.”

As if right on cue, a knock comes from the bedroom door with a frantic Jacob on the other side.

“Mel Mel! I scrubbed the living room, dusted the plastic, and wiped down the china cabinet. We’re on schedule!”

“I do love that kid.” Melissa whispers with an adoring smile, playing with your hair as she lifts her head.

“Thanks, Jacob! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Sighing contently you close your eyes for a moment longer enjoying the warmth of the space you two share. “I suppose I’ll let you go.” You joke shifting to sit up.

“You’re comin’ back tonight right?” Melissa asks as she gets out of bed, milky skin on full display in the morning sun rays.

“Of course. Maybe I can get some lesson planning done without Venus herself distracting me for a few hours.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” the redhead tosses a wicked grin over her shoulder.

Leaving Melissa’s house with a kiss, you don’t think anything of the family get together as you get chores and work done at home. You’ve been together for about six months, but Melissa wasn’t ready to subject you to a family dinner just yet. Hours later, Melissa is baking to death in the kitchen while Jacob runs around like the energizer bunny entertaining the Schemmenti family.

“Melissa, there’s a guy here.” Jacob whips around the corner in frantic fashion.

“Yeah, my cousins and uncles are out there. Lots of guys around.”

“No, Melissa. your mother invited a guy over here. To see you.”

Melissa looks at the young teacher confused, taking the dish towel off of her shoulder as she moves through the door to the noisy dining room. The cousins are sat around munching, the uncles are yelling at their sons, and Teresa is smiling at a tall man with dark hair that Melissa hasn’t seen since her own wedding.

“Ma, you didn’t tell me to set an extra plate.” She huffs over the noise. “Hey, Nathan. Good to see ya.”

“Hey, Mel. I didn’t mean to crash, your mom called me up the other day.” Nathan chuckles, a bottle of wine in hand offering it out.

“Don’t worry about it,” Melissa gives a friendly smile taking the bottle putting it with the others on the table.

As everyone settles at the table and digs into their plates, Melissa soon realizes why her mom invited an old friend over.

“Melissa, Nathan is single you know.” The older woman smiles.

“Oh yeah? Ya know, you’d like my boss at Abbott. She’s- something.” She chuckles not thinking anything of the comment until she sees Kristen Marie shoot their mother a look.

“I invited him here for you, silly.” Teresa shoots back sipping her wine.

Nathan looks confused, Melissa looks angry, and Jacob looks like he’s just seen the devil himself.

“Ma, don’t start with me.” Melissa rolls her eyes, the family now eerily quiet at the table as the redhead brushes the comment off. “Jacob, how’s the garlic bread?”

And that was the end of that. Until everyone but Teresa and Kristen Marie leave the house. Nathan left apologizing to Melissa, now the redhead has to deal with the matriarch of the family. Cleaning the table of dishes Jacob keeps his head down trying to keep his attention elsewhere as the three women stand in the kitchen.

“What the hell was that, ma?” Melissa demands crossing her arms. Had she done this as a child, she most definitely would have been swatted with the wooden spoon.

“What? I was only trying to help you, Melissa.” She shrugs continuing to wash a pan.

Kristen Marie sips more wine, eyes going back and forth between the two like watching a tennis match.

“Help me with what? Make my dinner uncomfortable for no reason?” Melissa quirks a brow not backing down.

“Is it so bad I want my daughter to settle down again?”

“Ma!” She finally snaps. “I am settled down, you know I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh Melissa, come on. When you get out of your midlife crisis you’ll want to settle down properly.”

Kristen Marie opens her mouth but before she can say anything Jacob comes into the kitchen moving to stand between Melissa and Teresa. The redhead stands in what can only be described as shock, knowing that no matter what she won’t make her mother happy.

“Alright, I know I’m not a blood relative but I consider Melissa and I friends,” he glances over his shoulder at his older mentor, “and I can’t have you disrespecting her decisions in her own house. I hate confrontation and I kinda want to puke right now but I can’t listen to it anymore.” He rambles in Jacob like fashion.

This stuns the matriarch, rendering her speechless glaring daggers at the man.

“Pipsqueak is right.” Kristen Marie cuts in. “I like the girl, she’s the only one of Melly’s conquests that can keep up with my wit.”

“Woah, maybe don’t call her a ‘conquest’ of all the titles out there.” Melissa finally speaks, giving her a thankful look only her little sister can understand.

“Well, we’ll see how long this lasts.” Teresa sighs. “Kristen Marie, let’s go.”

With a soft look from her sister and the adrenaline rushing through her veins Melissa breaks as soon as the front door closes.

“Melissa, I’m sorry if I-“ Jacob begins, only to be cut off by a hug.

“Thanks, kid.” Melissa fight back tears as her hands rest on his back in a soft hug.

Stiffening for only a moment, Jacob returns the hug with a small smile on his lips.

“Anytime, Mel Mel.”

Melissa pulls back glaring at him. “Stop callin me that. And, let’s not mention this to anyone okay?”

Smiling, Jacob nods and heads for the doorway. “You got it, Mel Mel.”

That night when you return back to Melissa’s you find yourself back in her bed like earlier that morning. tv volume on low as you run your fingers through her hair you wonder what happened at dinner. As soon as you walked into the house, Melissa was extra affectionate hardly letting you out of her sight for the rest of the evening.

Giggling when you feel soft lips against your neck you smile to yourself. “Maybe I should spend all day at my place more often if cuddly Melissa is who I get when I come back.”

“Hell no,” Melissa huffs against your neck playfully nipping.

“Oh,” you laugh tipping your head back into your pillow. “Careful, Schemmenti. You know I like that a little too much.”

“Mmmh.” She hums kissing the spot she just nipped. “I love you.”

Your stomach flips hearing her words just like it did the first time she said them. “Ti amo Tesoro.” You whisper kissing her head pulling her impossibly closer.

Monday morning comes all too fast for your liking. Years of being a teacher and it still catches you off guard, often times drinking enough caffeine to fuel a horse before eight am. That morning is no different. Sitting at your usual table with Barbara and Melissa, you sip from your mug getting a jump start on grading for the day as the others have lively conversations about their weekend.

“Mel, do you have that skill building program email on your phone still?” You lean over resting your head on her shoulder.

“Here, Amore.” She hands her phone over freely going back to papers.

Sitting up straight you find the email you need, looking at the device curiously when you see a text notification from Kristen Marie.

Im sorry about Ma. Did you tell your girl?

Schooling your features you send the email to yourself and hand the phone back.

“Did something happen to your mom?” You ask worried, not wanting to miss anything in Melissa’s life.

Melissa’s head snaps up, glasses going to the tip of her nose. “No, why ya ask?”

“Kristen Marie texted you,” you shrug. You feel bad for wanting to snoop, but the way the text was worded has you worried. “She’s okay?”

“Yeah, hon. She’s okay.” She brushes it off giving you a soft smile.

“Okay,” you let it go for now, knowing it’ll be better to bring up tonight after work.

Throughout the day the thought nags at you, sitting in the back of your mind like an annoying fly buzzing by your ear. What would Melissa have to tell you? During your prep period, you realize you can’t take it anymore. Going down to the first floor you pass Jacob in the hallway.

“Hey, did something happen yesterday at Melissa’s?” You ask him, only to shake your head and walk away when he looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

Shoes stomping down the hall you find Melissa at her desk, her kids gone for a special.

“Okay, something’s bothering me.” You admit as you close the classroom door.

Melissa sighs setting her phone down. “About the text from Kristen Marie?”

“Yes.” You nod putting your hands in your pockets. “And on the way down here I ran into Jacob. The kid looked terrified. So what happened?” You ask once again, almost annoyed now. “We said when this started we would keep no secrets.”

Melissa stands up, moving to take your hands in hers. Fingers laced together you gently squeeze hoping the tremble you feel is nothing. The redhead sighs meeting your eyes.

“Ma invited a family friend over yesterday, a guy I’ve known since middle school. She thought it was a good idea to play matchmaker.”

Hearing her explanation, you take a breath trying to gather your thoughts as you pull your hands away. “Your mom tried to get you a hookup, and you didn’t think to tell me when I came over last night? That’s why you were so touchy feely?” The realization hits you.

“Amore, I didn’t think it was important. You know how ma is.” She sighs watching you, unable to read you for once.

Running your hand through your hair you look up at the tile ceiling. You’ve been officially together for six months after a year of flirting and skirting around each other. Maybe Melissa was bored now. “I need some space to think.”

“Hon, I didn’t-“ Melissa steps forward.

“Stop. I just heard my girlfriend, who has a history of cheating by the way, was set up with a guy by her mother and she didn’t think to tell me.” You huff trying to keep yourself composed. You were still at work even if you were hurt. “I need some time, Melissa.”

She gives you a nod, mouth agape as if to say something but no words come out. She knows she fucked up. You disappear for the rest of the day, only reappearing in her line of vision when you’re walking down the hall car keys in hand after the kids have gone.

“Hon,” Melissa calls, following you out the doors.

“Melissa, I told you what I needed. Please respect it.” You all but plead with her trying to keep the interaction short and quiet.

“Will you at least text me when you get home? Please?”

“Yeah, I will.” You nod not wanting to argue any further.

Standing on the steps Melissa holds her bags watching you drive off, going the opposite direction to your apartment.

“Girl, what was that all about?” Barbara finally comes out seeing the look on her friend’s face after hanging back.

“She- I did somethin wrong, Barb, and I have to fix it.”

Barbara rests a hand on her friends arm realizing how serious this could be just by how upset she looks.

“That girl loves you. whatever it is, make it right.”

If you wanted space, that’s what Melissa will do. In the early days of your relationship you’d spend a day or two at her place, then go back home. Now she’s spoiled. She’s gotten so used to you being in the house, your coffee mug in the cabinet, toothbrush in her bathroom, and a plethora of hoodies in her closet including one draped over the back of the couch that you deemed ‘The tv watching hoodie.’

Sitting at home that night Melissa flicks through the tv channels aimlessly, only stopping when Jacob sits next to her.

“How bad was it?” He asks cautiously.

The redhead lets out a humorless laugh. “Bad enough.” She shrugs adjusting the sleeve of the hoodie she stole from you months ago.

“Maybe if you admit you thought it was for the best and explain how it went, maybe she’ll understand.”

“I sorta did, kid. Didn’t work.”

Jacob hums letting Melissa have the time she needs in comfortable silence.

“She brought up my past ya know? That hurt, that she thinks I’d ever cheat on her.” She hums.

Jacob has been roommates with the redhead for a while now, but he’s never seen her like this. Small, nervous. So unlike herself.

“You know,” he starts, “when I came out, I was already in a relationship. Having to hide it, caring about what my parents thought, it ate away at me. Having everyone at Abbott, my brother, it made all the hard times worth it.” He gently smiles. “If you want your mom to respect you, maybe it’s time you bring her around.”

Melissa signs tipping her head back. She knows he’s right. “Dammit, Jacob.” She sighs getting up, grabbing her shoes and purse. In the car she takes a breath, trying not to work herself up on the short drive to your apartment. She may or may not blow a few stop signs along the way, but she can’t wait any longer. Before she realizes it Melissa is standing in the hallway of your apartment building waiting.

Opening the door you poke your head out first before opening it all the way. “Melissa what the hell? It’s ten o’clock.”

“I know. But I need to talk to you. Please, hon.”

Reluctantly, you nod your head gesturing for her to come in. “You coulda called me you know.”

“Like you would’ve answered.” Melissa scoffs playfully setting her stuff down. You had definitely settled in for the night, take out on the counter in the kitchen and a blanket on the couch.

You shrug with a smirk. “Maybe on the 4th or 5th try.”

“I uh, I wanted to say I’m sorry. For not telling you about Nathan. He’s an old friend is all, and apparently my mother thought it was a good idea.” She explains herself. “I know keepin it from you wasn’t the right choice now. But I’d never, ever hurt you like that, Amore.” She shakes her head realizing just how small she sounds. “I did some stupid things back in the day, but not now. Never to you. You’re it for me.”

Arms crossed you stand there listening, arms falling to your sides when she finishes. You can see the tears welling in her eyes and how she’s playing with the sleeves of the Eagles hoodie she’s wearing. A tell tale sign of discomfort. Outside of her eyeliner and leather jacket, she’s vulnerable.

“Mel,” you sigh opening your arms for her. She immediately pulls you into a warm embrace, arms looped around your neck and a content sigh leaving her lips. Rubbing her back in slow circles you stay in the bubble of warmth for a moment, speaking quietly. “You know I’ll always be on your side. Please don’t lie to me again. I can’t take it.”

“Never. It did more harm than good. If my ma doesn’t like that im happy and in love, you won’t have to ever see her.” She promises squeezing you tightly. Lifting her head she seals her promise with a kiss.

A week later, you wake up on Sunday to the redhead playing with your hair.

“Go with me, test the waters?” She hums quietly.

Giving her a tired smile you lean over kissing her nose.

“Only if you hold my hand.”

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Some facts about Bellara (and also the Veil Jumpers, and other random Elven things) gathered from the banters

I went through all companion banters on DanaDuchy's channel after playing the game to write down all facts about companions/the world that I haven't seen brought up anywhere in the game as a writing reference (and for funsies).

Note: the list isn't 100% exhaustive. I may have missed something or didn't write something down because I had heard about it before or considered it common knowledge. If you think there's something that can be added to the post, please DM me or send an ask! (do specify what banter the information is coming from)

Other characters' posts: Davrin, Harding, Lucanis, the rest to be added later this week

About Bellara

Family and past:

Bellara’s mother is a woodworker who sells furniture in Orlais, and her father is an herbalist. He taught her about deadly plants (for her own safety)

Bellara didn’t tell her parents about Cyrian’s (second) death

Bellara once broke both of her arms while racing an Aravel 

Bellara learnt magic from her Keeper and later the Veil Jumpers, but she also studied a lot on her own by reading books and just trying things out

When she was little, Bellara wondered what it’s like to settle down instead of moving all the time (just like Davrin did) 

General:

Bellara can better focus on writing when she has background noise (like Rook talking)

Bellara likes tea (but can also drink coffee after she pulls an all-nighter, which seems to happen pretty often)

Bellara liked Lucanis’s grilled fish

Bellara didn’t know any Qunari recipes before joining the Veilguard

Bellara wouldn’t want to be an assassin, but she would be interested in taking lessons from Crows about assassination techniques

Bellara thinks that most people in Tevinter are condescending, even the nice ones 

Magic and life with the Veil Jumpers: 

Bellara once found an artifact that was basically an ancient elven mechanical toothbrush 

Bellara is a Veil Jumper because Arlathan is her home, and she can’t stand by and do nothing. Also, because of the artefacts

Part of the reason why Irelin and Bellara broke up is that Bellara became too consumed by studying/fixing artefacts 

Bellara and Davrin agree that the Veil Jumpers’ odds are even worse than the Wardens’

Bellara thinks that the ancient Elven magic feels cold

Bellara didn’t find anything on the Devouring Storm in the libraries or Circles. Vorgoth and Myrna never heard of it either 

Life at the Lighthouse: 

Bellara owns a bronze candleholder shaped like a fennec

Bellara thinks that the Fade in the Lighthouse is almost too calm compared to Arlathan

Bellara likes her space in the Lighthouse and feels like “it's been waiting for her”

The Archive sometimes stares at people who come by

Bellara eventually suggests that she and Lucanis completely take over the cooking. Everybody except for Harding dreaded any meal not cooked by them anyway and gleefully agreed

Antoine let Bellara borrow his compound for flaming arrows to see how it reacts in the Fade (she doesn’t speak about the results, but she used at least one compound for testing without incidents and later wants to borrow more) 

Relationships with companions: 

Bellara offers Davrin to listen about his findings regarding the Gloom Howler as he searches for the missing griffons, saying she's a good listener

Bellara asks Neve if she can become a Shadow Dragon and is very excited when she hears “Yes”

However, when Emmrich offers her to join the Mourn Watch, she turns him down saying that the Veil Jumpers need her. 

A writing inconsistency. Probably. 

Neve once saw Bellara poking around Assan, trying to figure out if he was real or some clever mechanical contraption 

Bellara wants to make pillows out of Assan’s molted feathers (but Davrin refuses because he finds it weird)

Bellara made dog biscuits for Assan (that Davrin accidentally ate the first time). The next time she brought a batch, she left them in a box labelled “Assan biscuits inside, do not eat.” Assan liked them!

Bellara once covered Assan in olive oil thinking it could improve his wind resistance and let him fly faster. Didn’t work. 

Bellara offers Emmrich to co-author a paper about ancient elves after they find out elves came from spirits

Bellara asks Emmrich about vampires multiple times. According to him, when a Hunger Demon possesses a corpse, the resulting abomination can seek out blood, sort of resembling a vampire. They can't turn into bats though

According to Neve, some magisters in Minrathous have tried bonding with Hunger Demons which resulted in them having immense power but also a craving for blood 

Bellara and Harding swap books for reading

Bellara gets into lifting using Harding's rocks

Bellara doesn’t think she needs to threaten Lucanis when she finds out he and Neve are dating because Neve could wipe the floor with him herself if she wanted (Lucanis agrees) 

Bellara is fine with Lucanis taking on Ghilan’nain’s contract (“Whatever we were worshipping, it wasn’t her") and cheered him on at Weisshaupt

Bellara asks Neve to beta-read her story

(If Neve and Rook are in romance) Bellara thinks that solving cases together is romantic

(If Neve leaves after Rook chooses to save Treviso) Bellara kept notes of everything that happened while Neve was away to help her adjust after she’s back

About the Veil Jumpers:

Bellara mentioned that a certain elf camped in some ruins, and one day woke up stuck in the clouds. The Veil Jumpers haven’t figured out a way to get them down, so they just send them food and water

Veil Jumpers use some of the artefacts they have recovered as weapons. However, they don’t use them often, since most of them need to be charged after one use, and nobody really knows how to do that 

Veil Jumpers eat whatever Arlathan Forest provides

Though Bellara also mentions she doesn’t forage in the forest anymore. Strife does, however, he always finds something edible

It’s hard to say how many Veil Jumpers are out there because people die/go missing/leave too often to keep a proper count

The Veil Jumpers once found an artefact that caused whoever activated it to get sucked into the Fade. One guy got trapped inside because he used it even if the others told him not to. Bellara is weirdly nonchalant about that whole thing

The Veil Jumpers once found something like an entrance to the Deep Roads on the Southern Edge of Arlathan Forest. The group that found it sealed themselves inside and destroyed the entrance, leaving a note telling the others not to enter. Davrin hypothesises it could be one of the pools similar to the one we saw in the Horrors of Hormak

Ritsivas from the Veil Jupmers is non-binary (mentioned by Harding in a conversation with Taash)  

Misc:

The power crystals are called “June'suledin'bellanaris'ena'ghilan'lasa'shiral”. You may infer the reasons everybody just calls them 'power crystals'

Not all traps in Elven ruins were originally meant to be traps, but their magic is old, so it doesn’t recognise modern people and can backfire. And sometimes magic just degrades over time and accidentally rips the Veil, summoning demons

Andruil’s Gauntlet is an ancient site meant to test hunters who want to wield the mightiest weapons. It’s filled with traps, and no one has made through it in ages. It was made by Andruil’s priests to test the warriors of Elvhenan 

Clans Nuvenis and Sabrae live in Ferelden. Harding’s village traded with the Sabrae in the past

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Omg I love love love your writing sm 🙏💕💕 and the new event is such a good idea I literally wanna eat your writing 😞

Could u request Shidou Ryusei with the emojis 🍉 and 🍭 please?

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♡ a/n — for my more than a married couple event!

♡ content — shidou ryusei x gn! reader, gn! reader, nicnknames of 'baby' and 'sweetheart' used, shidou thinks this is funny, reader dislikes shidou, fake-dating

♡ synopsis — shidou ryusei isn't meant to be a settled down man, but this simulation with you may change his mind.

“Of all the people I could’ve gotten paired with, it just had to be you.”

You stood at the threshold of the shared apartment, glaring at Shidou Ryusei as he lazily leaned against the doorframe. His signature smirk was already in place, like he was thoroughly enjoying your misery.

“C’mon, you know you’re thrilled.” He winked. “Who wouldn’t wanna fake-date me? I’m the total package, baby.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. “This is going to be a nightmare.”

“Or the best time of your life.” He stepped aside, gesturing for you to come in. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

And you couldn't help but be annoyed by the display of your points going from '0' to '10' before you could even step into your new space.

From the beginning, Shidou made it clear he wasn’t going to take this seriously.

“Why bother?” he’d said with a shrug when you tried to go over the program’s guidelines. “This whole thing’s a joke, anyway. Just play along, and we’ll ace it.”

Playing along, as it turned out, meant Shidou being as over-the-top as possible. He’d drape an arm around your shoulders during group activities, call you ridiculously embarrassing pet names in public, and find any excuse to pull you close.

It was all a game to him—a way to keep things interesting. But for you, it was exhausting.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he teased one afternoon after you shoved him off for the third time that day. “You don’t like my affection?”

“It’s not affection if it’s fake,” you snapped, brushing past him.

“Fake?” He tilted his head, his grin turning sharp. “You wound me. I’m a method actor, you know. I don’t fake anything.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response.

Despite his antics, there were moments when Shidou surprised you.

Late at night, when the apartment was quiet, he’d drop the act, his usual bravado replaced with something softer.

“Don’t you ever feel like this whole thing is stupid?” he asked once, sprawled on the couch with his arms behind his head.

You glanced up from your spot at the kitchen table. “What do you mean?”

“This simulation crap.” He waved a hand vaguely. “Pretending to be someone’s perfect match. It’s all so fake.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. “I guess… it’s supposed to teach us something. About relationships, or compromise, or whatever.”

He snorted. “Relationships are a waste of time.”

“That’s a pretty cynical take.”

“It’s realistic,” he said, turning his head to look at you. “People just screw each other up. Why bother?”

You didn’t have an answer for that.

As the program went on, you started to notice cracks in Shidou’s façade.

The way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes when he played the role of the perfect “husband.” The way he’d get quiet when the instructors praised other couples for their “genuine connection.” The way he’d occasionally look at you like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

One night, after a particularly heated argument about how to divide chores, he blurted it out.

“You know, you’re not half-bad at this whole fake partner thing.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… thanks?”

“I’m serious,” he said, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen. “You’re… easy to be around. Even when you’re nagging me.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, but you pushed the feeling aside. “Don’t get sappy on me now, Shidou.”

He laughed, the tension breaking as quickly as it had formed. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head.”

The final week of the program arrived faster than you expected.

By then, you and Shidou had settled into a strange rhythm. His over-the-top antics had toned down, replaced with something almost… comfortable.

But you couldn’t ignore the gnawing doubt in the back of your mind. For all his moments of sincerity, Shidou was still Shidou—chaotic, unpredictable, and impossible to pin down.

And you? You were starting to forget where the line between fake and real was supposed to be.

On the last day, as you packed up your things, Shidou lounged in the doorway, watching you with an unreadable expression.

“So, what happens now?” he asked casually.

You paused, your hands stilling over your suitcase. “What do you mean?”

“This.” He gestured between the two of you. “Us. Fake-dating or whatever.”

You swallowed hard, unsure how to answer. “The program’s over. I guess we go back to normal.”

“Normal,” he repeated, his tone unreadable. “Yeah. Right.”

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence stretched, heavy with things left unsaid.

Then he pushed off the doorframe, his smirk back in place. “Well, it’s been fun, partner. Try not to miss me too much.”

Before you could respond, he was gone, leaving you alone in the empty apartment.

You didn’t know what to make of the way your chest ached as you watched him walk away.

Maybe it was for the best. Maybe Shidou was right—relationships were a waste of time, and pretending could only get you so far.

But a small, stubborn part of you couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if things had been different. If the line between fake and real had blurred just a little more.

As you closed the door behind you, you told yourself it didn’t matter.

But deep down, you weren’t so sure.

they could never make me hate you shidou

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There are so many amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of December. We’re entering a new year feeling incredibly grateful for the amazing fics we got in 2024, and excited for the many we’ll get in 2025! Happy reading!

1) Whispers Of Warm Love | Mature | 3,075 words

Where Harry is an intelligent student and a little bit shy and doesn't like to party much. One day, pushed by his friends, he decides to go to a party and there he meets the perfect omega for him.

2) Show and Tell | Explicit | 3,104 words

A hot pink butt plug sticks out of his boyfriend's bum. The sight knocks the wind out of Harry. His jaw hangs open. He can hear a pathetic whine coming from his own throat. Why is Louis so fucking cruel? And thank god Harry turned his microphone off. Although he suspects his colleagues know by now what his boyfriend's up to, especially judging by Harry's inability to keep a straight face.

3) Show Your Love For It | Mature | 3,331 words

Louis and Harry fuck desperately and Louis shows him how much he loves it after spending hours holding back their desire.

4) Honk | Mature | 3,721 words

Louis was not a romantic. He never really dreamed of finding his soulmate. Definitely not like this. Never like this. Harry was a romantic. He’d always dreamed of finding his soulmate. Just like this. Exactly like this.

5) Welcome To The Madhouse | Explicit | 3,961 words

“Where have you been?” Louis snaps as Harry walks back into the house well after midnight. “I was with Liam. I told you that when I left, Lou” he says and Louis walks into his space “Was Zayn there?” He asks as he pushes Harry back against the wall and runs his face over the boys hair and smells over his neck. “Sure he was, you stink of weed and cheap cologne” he snaps and pulls his face back. “No Lou, he wasn’t there. It was just me and Liam” he says. “Then why the fuck do you smell like a man’s cheap ass cologne?” He snaps and leans back into Harry’s neck and sniffs his skin.

6) I'm All Yours, I've Got No Control | Explicit | 4,391 words

Filled with adrenaline; Harry and Louis get a little desperate after a show. Unable to wait until they're in their hotel room.

7) To Keep My Stocking Filled | Explicit | 4,810 words

A very exhausting day playing Santa at work left Harry to want nothing more than to return home to his girlfriend. His girlfriend, Louis, had her own reason as to why she was excited for him to return back to her.

8) Just Go With It At Christmas | Explicit | 5,152 words

Inspired by the movie "Just Go With It" but this one happens at Christmas and it's omegaverse. Louis pretends to be Harry's ex-wife and they end up admitting their feelings for each other.

9) The Cobbled Streets of You and Me | Mature | 5,256 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Prompt 308- Based on a reel where a girl got her stiletto stuck on the drainage rail and a man came to the rescue. Featuring Louis as the cute, carefree omega and Harry as the hot, grumpy alpha who helped.

10) Don't You Wanna Wrap Me Up (And Mistle Touch Under The Tree) | General Audiences | 7,020 words

“Hi! Do you want to join the exchange?” Louis hopes the desperation on his face isn’t as obvious as it feels. “Sorry, uhm, me?” The alpha points a finger at himself while blinking rapidly. “Yeah, you! You look like you would have lots of fun with a Secret Santa exchange,” Louis replies, “Please?” he adds for good measure.

11) You're My Very Own Christmas Love | Explicit | 7,569 words

Harry has to work late at the office on  Christmas Eve. Louis surprises him by dressing as an elf. Gifting him a santa hat to wear while he relieves his stress.

12) Restlessness, Snowman Cookies, And A Realisation | Not Rated | 8,090 words

While Louis, Liam, Niall, and Zayn take the kids out for a few hours to some Christmas fair, allowing Harry to have the house to himself for a bit, Harry decides to make some snowman themed Christmas cookies and some chocolate fudge for Louis in an attempt to ward off this odd restless and off feeling he’s been having lately. And he realises a very possible reason as to why he’s been feeling off lately. That has something to do with Louis….

13) Dreamy White Christmas | Mature | 9,099 words

Just Louis having a nice birthday, a lovely Christmas night and all the attention his loved ones could give him. Especially his alpha's.

14) Just Go With It | Mature | 11,216 words

A plastic surgeon convinces his assistant to join him along with his young boyfriend on a trip to Hawaii and pose as his ex-husband to cover up a lie, but he ends up complicating the situation further.

15) Nonsense Christmas | Mature | 13,291 words

A toast to red lipstick, Christmas songs, misunderstandings, casual sex, front seats, and snow.

16) The Purge: A Military Force | Mature | 13,480 words

Louis hates the purge and everything that it represents, he hates the way the government made a carnage using them as simple pieces of a shit game, he hates the way they feel on their games and are killing each other for them to have a show, but he hates, even more, the way his alpha accept it like a follower sheep, he is a Captain on the military and just closed his eyes, that’s way Louis left him, he couldn't be with someone like that. It’s unfortonately that when he’s out on the purge to safe his friend that alpha became his anchor, the only reason he stayed alive.

17) You're My Christmas Wish ᡣ𐭩 | Not Rated | 13,724 words

“Why is it Merry Christmas and not Happy Christmas?” She tilts her hip in confusion. “Oh. That must be my fault.” Harry says immediately, drawing everyone's attention back to him. Louis raises an eyebrow as he sees the man licking his lips, apparently already very satisfied with what he's about to come up with. “For me, my Merry is happiness.” Louis tenses when the alpha takes his gloved hand, the boy in his lap rubs his cheek at the feeling and Louis relaxes then, caressing his cheek. Harry smiles looking down at the children. “Christmas and her are what I love most in the world. So I decided to replace Happy with Merry, the others must have liked it because they started saying it that way too.” Louis blushes the same color as their costumes. When he turns to look at all the children, they are just as delighted as his heart.

18) You'll Never Feel Like You're Alone | Explicit | 15,714 words

Louis is sick, and Harry takes care of him.

19) More At Stake | Mature | 16,987 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“Prince Styles of Darthend,” King Andres bowed respectfully, Queen Jo doing the same. Her ruby ring glowing brightly on her finger, back in its rightful place. “I am in your debt. Whatever it is you desire.” For the first time, the cruel prince smirked. Louis let Zayn move him further back in hopes of shielding him. However, his eyes remained fixated on the curly-haired prince. His breath hitched when dark green eyes met his blue ones from across the room. The grip on his shoulder got tighter. “In due time, your majesty.” Prince Styles bowed at the king and queen before he left.

20) Wrapped in Red & White | No Rated | 21,429 words

“It’s very rude not to say hello back,” she scolded, hands planted firmly on her hips like she was running the place. “My mommy taught me that.” Harry stared at the little pup, mouth agape, his grip on the stapler slackening. Was this real? It couldn’t be real. Maybe Jacob had drugged his sandwich earlier because there was no logical reason for a random child to be standing in his office, alone, at 5 PM. “Are… are you real?” he finally managed to ask, brow furrowed in disbelief.

21) Falling In Love | Explicit | 23,984 words

After falling into a spiral of loneliness in Los Angeles, Louis realises he can’t ignore how much he misses Harry. Determined to fight for their love, he heads back to London, hoping it’s not too late to make things right. All he wants is another chance to show Harry how much he truly means to him. After falling hard, it’s time to fall in love.

22) The Thrill of the Chase (Are You Mine?) | Explicit | 29,920 words

Harry leads a search and rescue team who specialise in capturing feral alphas and omegas and returning them to the Feral Recovery Centre so they can be rehabilitated back to their normal lives. The case of feral omega Louis Tomlinson sparks a fight for dominance between Harry's instinctual inner wolf and his rational human mind, the outcome of which flips his life upside down forever.

23) Once Upon A Time | Explicit | 37,079 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Since Louis' mother's death, her book of fairy tales has offered Louis an escape from the tower that he is locked inside for much of the day. However, when his father announces that Louis has been betrothed to the cruel king of a neighboring kingdom, Louis quickly realizes that even the comfort of his fairy tales will not be enough to shield him from the harsh reality of his life. Embarking on a long journey to his new home, Louis is accompanied by his maid and a small group of soldiers, led by Captain Harry Styles. As Louis begins to experience the world beyond his prison and learns more about the people escorting him, he finds himself drawn to the mysterious Captain. But with every step closer to his impending marriage, Louis is forced to confront the life he's being thrust into—and the painful truth that he may never have his happy ending.

24) Show Me Your Soul | Explicit | 53,045 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis is an escort trying to survive, never expecting to step into the world of the rich and powerful. When Harry Styles hires him for a week, Louis thinks it’s just a paycheck. But what was supposed to be a simple arrangement turns into something way more complicated than he ever signed up for.

25) This Type Of Love (Give It To Someone Special) | Not Rated | 61,352 words

When Franco Styles recommends him to take a trip to get his head out of his business, Harry decides to listen and spend the end of the year where none of his enemies can find him. He doesn't expect for that decision to have big consequences for his life, but when a blue-eyed man rings the bell of his door, a very talkative florist, he goes down an unexpected path in which love and fear intertwine. How much is he willing to risk for this new connection?

26) The Crow Flies Straight | Explicit | 80,378 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Harry Styles is the prince of notorious Biker gang Sons of Anarchy in picturesque Charming, California. He's done his best to live a life free of the law and free from attachment. Until a chain of events cause the one person he thought he'd never see again to be dragged back into his life of crime and debauchery. Louis Tomlinson ran away to medical school years ago, because he liked Harry and his danger a little too much.

27) Twinkling Lights, Fated Nights | Explicit | 87,330 words

Louis is an Omega who doesn't like being told what to do and is happy with his single life in the snowy town of Frostbrook after a terrible previous relationship. But then Harry turns up - an Alpha who is anything but the typical macho. Instead of giving commands, he makes an effort to understand Louis, which annoys him more than anything. But Harry doesn't give up. And maybe that's exactly why they fit together so well: Two people who don't fit the cliché at all, but who suddenly feel more for each other than they would have expected. In the midst of lights, snow and mulled wine, something begins to grow that neither of them had planned - even if Louis would rather not admit it. A story about healing, love and finding home in each other.

28) The Boy Saw A Comet | Mature | 98,324 words

Harry and Louis once dated in high school, but their intense breakup left Harry heartbroken. Now, two years into college, Harry notices the new teaching assistant in his class, who resembles the boy he loved four years ago. Will they reignite their relationship or avoid each other completely? Harry's love for Louis remains unchanged, but he is unsure of Louis's feelings.

29) Fuck Destiny and Fuck You | Teen & Up | 106,550 words

Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were born into two of the wealthiest families in London. Despite their privileged upbringing, they couldn't be more different. Louis was a hopeless romantic who believed in soulmates and destiny. Harry, on the other hand, was a realist who rejected the idea of fate and preferred to forge his own path in life. Their families had been feuding for generations, so it was no surprise that Harry detested Louis. But fate had other plans. Louis discovered that Harry was his soulmate when they both turned 18 and had Harry's name etched on his skin as proof of their destined connection. Harry, however, could care less about Louis allegedly being his soulmate and left the country at 18. Now, three years later, Harry has returned to London. Does Harry still despise Louis? Or will he finally give in to the undeniable pull between them?

30) Nowhere To Hide But Home | Mature | 118,091 words

Harry lunged and tackled the omega to the ground, sending dirt, roots, and shrubs up around them. Buried deep into the soft soil of the woods lining the valley, Harry hovered above the omega with his head as far away from Harry’s gaze as possible. “Louis.” His head snapped around, but that furious expression didn’t waiver. “What do you want? Get off me, you twat!” “Will you run?” “Take a guess.” Louis squirmed anyways, but Harry’s fluttering heart refused to move. He refused to give him a chance of escape, not until Harry got answers, and certainly not until he ate something. He owed Harry answered.“Get off me, Harry!” “Tell me why I should, and I will.” Louis opened his mouth, two thin lips widening like he had something witty to say, but nothing came out. Instead, his cheeks reddened, and he blinked back emotion. Exactly as Harry thought: no answer.

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Breaking Up With Them - Beidou & Eula X Male!Reader

A/N: It's been a long time since I did one of these. I hope I didn't lose my skill for writing angst.

CW: Unhealthy relationship dynamics, ambivalent fault (Beidou), alcohol abuse, foul language, not proofread.

Beidou is a free spirit. Strong, self-sufficient, witty and, most importantly, independent. For years now she has been the one at the helm, steering her life towards any waters she, and only she, feels like. That doesn't matter; she still forms attachments, of course. The ship, the whole fleet, her crew, the Traveler, Kazuha and you are all examples of nice things she holds dear.

Yes. Nice things.

You loved her for her freedom. She decided for herself and walked on her own path, allowing you the same space to do your own thing. You were partners - equals in this relationship. There wasn't a thing she could do that you couldn't. Going out drinking? Allowed. Sleeping over at a hotel or a friend's house instead of your shared corner of Liyue Harbour or the ship? If the situation demands, why not? It's safer than coming back drunk through the streets. Hanging out with pals without the other half? Sure, it's not like you're out cheating. Both of you accepted this and thrived in this setup. You trusted her with your heart, just like you did with your life many times before.

Months went by, then years. You lived a life of adventure, merrymaking and seamanship by her side. This was nice, but just warming her bed wasn't enough for you. She was beautiful, brave and kind. You loved her, you wanted more. But Beidou wasn't keen on talking about marriage. It was always “later” or “we’ll figure it out”, followed by a date that you just knew would net you the same answer. You couldn't honestly say you understood her. Twirling her engagement ring to-be in your fingers, you wondered why. What was making her turn you down? These doubts ate away at you, and soon enough, you wanted to confront her. But she was faster.

—

“Still holding on to that thing, aren't you?”

You jump, closing your hand the moment you hear a familiar, strong voice behind you. Head turning away from the window and back at the newcomer, you spring up from the chair. You lay eyes on none other than the capitan herself.

“Beidou?” You say, a bit of embarrassment in your voice. After all, being caught like this didn't scream “tough guy”. “Knock first, please.”

She is leaning on the doorway, arms crossed over her chest. “Why should I? You're not playing with yourself here, are you?”

Beidou chuckles, relaxing her arms and walking over. “Besides, I'd gladly join you if you were~” She plops herself next to you, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Mhm…” You muse, gently stopping her hand from going where it's not ladylike to go. “Do you have any business, or did you come here just to fluster me, hun?”

Her face turns to an expression of mock disappointment for a brief moment. “Aw, you're not fun.” Beidou sighs and motions at your closed hand, covering the small, golden ring. “Yeah, I have something to talk about. This, specifically.”

Your heart stops, before beating again at twice the speed. Is she… No, can't be. But, maybe…? You relax your grip, revealing the ornament on your open palm. Both of you look at it, before raising your eyes to meet the other’s.

Much to your chagrin, Beidou doesn't lift a finger.

“Give it a rest, Y/N. Let's not hurry with our relationship. We have a nice thing going between us, and we could ruin it if we're going too fast, you know?”

You furrow your brow. “You always say that. You've said that for the past year.”

“Why won't you just let it go?”

“And why won't you accept it?”

Silence. Beidou bites her lip. There's a spark in her eye, the same that announces she's had enough. You swallow.

“Because I don't want to marry you, alright? I don't want to settle down, I don't want a husband, I don't want children. That's it.”

Your heart doesn't stop. It doesn't even slow down, or flinch, or react with the slightest of movements. Even though her words are not what you ever wanted to hear, the reasonable part of you was prepared for the news. She continues.

“Listen, Y/N, babe, hun, darling.” Beidou takes your face in her calloused hands, touching your cheeks with the gentleness you've grown accustomed to. This time, her touch felt… pointless. “It's not about you specifically, alright? I love you, I still do. Nothing has changed about that. I just don't want to become a house hen, let go of the life I have-”

“But none of this will happen! The only thing that will change will be the rings on our fingers…” You say, but your confidence wanes. Beidou smiles, shaking her head.

“No, babe. That's not what you, or what my children would deserve. You deserve a commited, stable relationship. You deserve a wife and mother at home, and stable land under your feet.” A sigh escapes her lips. She brushes her finger across your cheek, as if wiping an invisible tear from your eye. “You don't deserve the burden of a dangerous life away from home. Remember - a single bad storm and we're fish food.”

“Beidou, listen, I-” You pull back, but she tries to cup your face again. Your pulse rises as you swat her hands away. “No, don't play sweet with me! You…”

Unable to take it, you stand up. Deep breaths, you think, looking for the right words in your head. Finally, they come, but you can only utter them through your teeth. Your head, your chest, your cheeks and hands feel hotter by the second.

“Seven years… We are a couple for seven years now, and you've never told me this…��

Beidou frowns, scoffing. “What? Nope. I did.” The gentleness in her demeanor fades, replaced by a tone of disappointment. “I've given you more than enough clues. It was obvious from the first time you asked.”

“Obvious? Not really.” You point an accusatory finger at her. “Why didn't you tell me outright?”

“Pfeh! I didn't think you'd fail to catch on. Besides, I care about your feelings. It would be a major blow to our relationship.”

“What do you mean “major blow”? Then why are telling me this now? Is it any less major?”

Beidou feels her pressure rise. Why are you this stupid? You press on.

“You appreciate honesty, right? Then how come you weren't honest with me yourself? Hypocritical of you, Beidou!”

“For fucks’ sake, Y/N! Shut up and let me speak for a moment!” You go quiet. She never raised her voice on you before, but Beidou is too agitated to care. “Archons! Sorry, I didn't account for you being a retard I guess? Look, the point is that my answer is no. And my answer will be no, every single fucking time you ask me. What we have now works for me, and if you can't understand it, fuck off.”

Thick silence fills the room. Beidou is red on the face; her eyes are sharp, chest raising and falling with her faster breathing. She points at the door of her cabin.

Unsure, you look back. This… Well, this had to end someday. Even so, you can't make the steps to walk out. It's as if your feet were frozen to the planks below.

“I'm sorry. It's just… I can't really keep this going. I don't want to give you false hope. So, uh…”

Beidou looks down, suddenly unable to face you.

“You have the keys, right? Pack up and go. Don't look back. It will be best for both of us.”

You sigh. Perhaps she is right. But it still hurts to let her go. But regardless, you need time to think, and she needs it as well. Maybe it is for the best.

“Right. See you, I guess…”

Beidou doesn't respond. You press the handle and step over the threshold, turning your head to catch one last glance of Beidou. You hope to see tears, hope to hear her plead for you to come back. But only a vague grimace rests on her face.

You step out, and never come back.

Eula’s life was a tough one since the day of her birth. For the first half, she struggled with the demands of an aristocratic upbringing under the unwavering scrutiny of her parents and relatives, and her reward was equally unrelenting harassment and ostracism for the other part. Even the strongest of people would struggle to go on like this, so it's no wonder that Eula picked up a few coping methods throughout the years. Embracing the role of a stereotypical Lawrence through speech and mannerisms, while certainly never helping her reputation, did give her a sense of belonging in the liminal world between her pedigree and the whole of society. Inevitably, the main temptation in the Nation of Freedom pulled her in, and Eula soon became a regular at Angel's Share. Thus, a perfect regular she became - the captain always left loads of Mora at the tavern while having the capacity to never become a nuisance, no matter the amount of alcohol in her veins. 

When the first wave of hate sizzled out thanks to her deeds in the Knights and Amber befriended her, Eula's coin pouch suddenly felt heavier as less money was spent on drinks. She opened up to people, and in return, they lowered their guard. She could buy things again, people (most of them anyway) stopped throwing her hateful glances and spitting at the mention of her name. Somehow, the opposite sex stopped resenting her enough to not only stop calling her “the Lawrence whore”, but also show a bit of interest in her as a woman. Just a tiny bit. But clearly, she improved her relationship with the men of Mondstadt sufficiently to become an interesting person in your eyes. And what a guy you were - willing to spend time with her beyond what's absolutely necessary, and enjoying every minute of it. A romantic, a wonderful dance partner, a stalwart companion she could lean on - you were each of those things. She fell in love, and as mutual lovers do, you soon slipped the rings on each other’s fingers. 

And yet, this moment of her life, undoubtedly the happiest at the time, became a spark that ignited a new storm of issues. Her family, while already dissatisfied and looking at the young woman with suspicion, now became disgusted with her. She married a commoner, a commoner that wasn't even rich. Your status as a simple baker was enough to push them to start actively harassing you and your business, for no other reason than that you were “corrupting” the Lawrence bloodline with that street filth they thought was flowing in your veins. Eula, of course, instantly took up the glove and started fighting them in courts and in dark alleys, helping out whenever she could. You were one of the few that treated her well, and she could never let anybody hurt you. Especially if it was because of her. The fight was not so simple, however, as the distaste towards her name returned, now spreading on you as well. People mocked you, called you “the Lawrence fucker”, they harassed you and her, also occasionally attacking your bakery. Broken windows, graffiti, false rumours and allegations - that had to be fought against as well. As your wife, it was her duty to defend you, especially if who they really wanted was her. 

But it was a war of attrition, and no matter how hard she fought, she needed back up. Eventually, the comforting embrace of hard liquor was too powerful to resist and Eula made the first step back on that slippery slope of a path. But this time, she had much to lose. 

—

Nine. Ten. Eleven. 

You reach under the desk, scanning the area for more. There they are, you think, grabbing the neck of another bottle of wine, filled only with the ever present dust. With a frown of disgust, you kneel on the floor, sticky with… something. 

Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty one. Twenty two. 

The bag, clicking with every added bottle, is becoming unbearably heavy. It's getting heavy, but you wanted to get it over with quickly - another three or four couldn't hurt your back that much. 

Twenty three. Twenty four. 

The front door opens, marking Eula’s arrival. She was late, indicating the obvious. Nonetheless, you remain dedicated to your task - her room was starting to resemble a gang hideout, and the smell and dust were starting to spread across the house. It was unhealthy to be in it, let alone sleep there. Your wife could at least let you wash the duvet and pillows more often. You gave up on hoping she could do it on her own some time ago. 

Twenty five. 

You close the sack and twist the end, lifting it up and heading for the basement. These bottles weren't worth much by themselves, but sold back to the Winery in this quantity, would net you some extra Mora. Maybe you could finally buy a new vacuum cleaner battery from the Fontaine merchant this month - the house could really use a dusting, but you've grown thoroughly sick of sweeping. 

“Good afternoon, dear.” You say as you pass your wife in the corridor. Every part of you is focused on keeping the bag as still as possible. If you'd manage to act fast and inconspicuous, maybe she wouldn't turn her eyes towards you. You really weren't in the mood to talk to her. 

She doesn't respond, walking past you to the bathroom. A little haste, enabled by the ability to be loud without consequence, leads you to the storage and back in seconds. You wave another bag, spreading it out for the task to come. However, by the time you're back on the cleaning’s frontline, she already finished up and returned there. 

Seeing Eula in her underwear, sat down on the unmade bed with her clothes discarded in the corner and a book in her hand, makes you stop in your tracks. Her silence tells you she's in a foul mood, and regardless of the reason, you would not want to interact with her now. Still, the cleaning wouldn't do itself. You clutch the bag and go in. 

Keeping your eyes glued to the floor and your step confident might be overkill, but you really don't want her to question you. She doesn't seem to mind you cleaning her room, luckily. 

Twenty six. Twenty seven. Twenty eight. Twenty nine. 

You get up and look at the bed. The messy, dirty lair was where Eula spent most of her time - no wonder, given that the desk was stacked high with tomes, bottles and trash at all times. You notice a familiar shape on the windowsill. 

Thirty. Thirty one. Thirty two bottles of wine and one miniature of Snezhnayan Fire Water. 

“I'm not done with that. Give it here.”

You freeze just short of putting the small bottle in the trash bag. On closer inspection, there indeed is some clear liquid left inside. Without looking at her, you pass her the bottle. With the corner of your eye you see Eula down what's left and put it on the ground, amongst the dust, hair and dried wine. With a slightly tense hand you pick it up and place it in the bag. 

Turning around to look for the rest, you hear her voice again. 

“Why are you here? Stop cleaning and get out of here. I want to be alone.” She turns her head just enough to look at you sideways. Her eyes are cold and bitter, a far cry to the feelings you saw therein years ago. “Don't you understand that?”

“I need to tidy up here. The dust spreads to other rooms, and I think you could use some more space”, you say, as confidently and casually as you can, continuing to place bottles in your bag. 

Thirty three. Thirty four. Thir-

A creak of the bed makes you spin around. Eula's book is on the floor, a torn off wine label used as a bookmark. You sneak a quick glance at her face to asses her mood, finding a displeased grimace on her face. Her normally pale complexion has a fair bit of colour to it now. 

On no, no no no. Barbaros no. Please no. Not good. Not good. 

“You can tidy all you want when I'm on duty, not now. I come here for peace and quiet, not you plunging this room into chaos with your nonsense. Is that so hard to understand?” Her breath reaches you, and your nose instantly picks up a hint of alcohol amongst the smell of unwashed teeth. 

Your lips tighten. This really needs to be done, maybe you could grab at least one more- 

Eula’s voice grows louder. Her hands find her way to her hips. “Are you deaf? Or just dumb? Besides, it's late and you should be in bed. Fuck off to sleep.”

It is eleven in the evening, and you were usually in bed - if you weren't, your slightly drunk wife would stumble into your room and kill every light source without a word. But this phrase was nothing new to you, and it always spelled incoming anger each time. When drunk, Eula was a ticking bomb - recently, even the slightest annoyance could push her into a frenzy of bitter accusations and foul language. You weren't about to provoke her. 

“Okay, I'll leave. I'm sorry.” You turn around, and head for the door. However, you feel a strong hand grip your wrist, holding you in place. “Y-yes, honey?”

Eula’s face is the same, unchanging frown. Her eyes are misty and unfocused from the alcohol in her system. “Don't honey me. What's the deal with you lately? You either beg me for money or act like a retard.”

Swallowing, you think of an answer. Asking her why she said so was pointless - in her eyes, even the smallest of things could become proofs of infidelity or some flaw of character. But the only thing occupying your mind is her state. Without much thinking, you quietly answer. “Eula, I-I think you're drunk… Can we talk about this later?”

You flinch when her grip tightens. “Again with that bullshit? I told you, I'm never drunk - I know myself, and I know how much I can drink. I am never drunk, and I am not a drunk. Got that?”

A meek nod from you makes her brow furrow. “Look me in the eyes when I speak to you. Do you understand?” She clenches her hand further, eliciting a quiet gasp from you. 

“Yes, Eula. I understand. You're never drunk. I'm sorry for saying that.” Nothing matters in your mind now except appeasing her. You don't want to be screamed at, not again. Hesitantly, you look up at her. “Could you let go? It hurts…”

She does so, and you immediately rub your wrist. It's red and aching, and Eula doesn't seem to care. “So why do you keep asking for money huh? Are you spending it on your whims, Y/N? Or maybe on hookers? The money I gave you was always enough in the past.”

“It wasn't. I always had to chip in too.” You reply, sounding a bit defensive. You can't help it - your income is not great compared to her, but you work hard for it. It's only natural for you to defend yourself, but you instantly regret it when you hear her tone raise. 

“You're lying. I know how much we spend. Don't bullshit me.” She snarls. 

“Eula, please calm down. The sink broke, a-and we needed to change the toilet seat, and I had to buy winter clothes. I'm asking because the floors would really use a make-over, the walls are a bit dirty too… I could paint them, if I had the money.” There was always so much to do around the house, but Eula usually ignored it. She wasn't about to fix anything herself, and you would do it no problem, but you needed Mora to buy the necessary items. More than you could afford on your own. 

“You have the money. You're trying to make a fool out of me again, huh? What, stuffing your mouth with what we have at home doesn't suffice anymore? You wanna eat out?” You try to talk back, but she cuts you off. “Don't you dare try to say anything, you fat, sneaky asshole. You just want to pocket the cash! That's why you married me, huh?”

It's not the first time you hear these words, but they hurt all the same. How can she say those things to her own husband? What did you do to her? “Eula, why are you like this?”

“What? Why am I not taking your lies, you mean? Because I'm not stupid enough to fall for your puppy eyes.” She places her hand on your back and pushes you towards the door. “I've had my share of your shit today. Get out.”

You don't say a word, stumbling slightly as she forces you out. When she's done, Eula leans on the doorway for support. You know it's not right. You know it's toxic. Usually, you would bow and take it. But something in your heart, a small flicker of dignity, bubbles up to the top. 

“You're abusive Eula. You shouldn't treat me like this! I c-clean the house, I work hard, I do everything-”

Eula scoffs in response. “How dare you. I give you money, I give you a roof over your head, I keep you safe from the people, I love you, I care for you and I get this in return. How dare you, you ungrateful bastard!”

She lounges at you. 

“No! Please, Eula, I-” You say, but the words die in your throat when she grabs your collar. Then, with the alcohol clouding her self control, she throws you towards your room. 

You fall on the floor, hitting your head on a drawer. Hand clutching your head in an attempt to shield it, you look back. Eula, her stance wobbling a little, grabs your work bag, opens it, and dumps all the tools and items on the floor. She tossed the empty container at you. 

“Pack yourself, mister. You're no husband of mine. Beg on the street, where you belong - I don't care.” Upon seeing the shock on your face, she stomps her foot and shouts. “Move!”

Scrambling to get up, you pull open your drawer and  frantically scoop up everything inside. Watching you, Eula crosses her arms, using the wall as a support for her blurry world. Once the mass of clothes reaches the top of your pack, she approaches you, causing you to leap towards the door and run. She tries to kick you, but is not coordinated enough to do so. Still, she pursues you and watches as you turn around. 

“Out!”

You shut the door. 

Eula looks at it for a minute with unfocused eyes. Her heart beats rapidly, her body is hot, but there's still some sober though in her mind. 

She turns on her heel back towards her room. After snatching a full bottle from the wardrobe, Eula pushes all the clutter on her desk aside and sits down. She gulps down a third of the bottle in one breath, indifferent to the warmth spreading in her throat. The bottle is slammed down on the desk with a loud thud. 

Her head soon follows.

She falls into empty sleep, your terrified face burnt into her memory. Forever. 

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SKELETONS | ch. 73

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: In the wake of their interactions with Jesus, Daryl and Iris have a talk that leads to... more. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; petty arguments; jealousy; smut (fairly vanilla, for lack of a better word); emotional climax that is interspersed with the sex stuff; that’s it that’s the whole chapter; please be gentle this is only like the third or fourth smut scene I've ever written

Chapter 73 - Pretty Rough

After the losses they experienced during the walker breach and the Wolves attack, there was suddenly much more space for their group in Alexandria. Iris and Daryl hadn’t spoken one word about it, the two of them simply moving into one of the now-open houses together without question or hesitation. It was close enough to the others and Iris could still have coffee with Eric and Aaron in the mornings if she wished to. And after the truck, Jesus, the utter shitstorm of a day they’d had, the both of them felt an intense desire to relax. 

Iris sighed as they walked in the door, tugging off her boots as Daryl closed the door behind them. He shuffled to the side and Iris made her way to the stairs, turning back when he didn’t follow. He’d stopped at the living room, shucking his vest off over the back of the couch.

“Aren’t you coming?” She asked quietly. That was another thing. They had also started sleeping in the same bed, no word about it spoken between them. It was simply more comfortable for both, and nothing else had happened. Yet.

“Gonna crash here.” Daryl replied, not looking up at her as he rounded the couch. Iris blinked. She stepped down off the stairs, moving closer with a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Means I’m gonna crash here.” He replied shortly. He wasn’t looking her in the eye. Iris’ frown deepened. She opened her mouth to say more, but he interjected. “You want someone to sleep with you, why don’t you go wake up Pretty Boy?” Oh. Iris realized. That was what this was about. She snapped her jaw shut, licking her lips as she attempted to gather both his and her own spiralling thoughts. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Iris asked, humourlessly. She stepped closer, trying to get him to face her. “Why the hell would I want to sleep with him?” Daryl shrugged roughly.

“You like him,” He stated as if it were obvious, “He’s ‘pretty,’ he’s…” He trailed off, finally looking up at her pointedly. Iris moved closer, a small smile playing on her lips as she seized an opportunity, an advantage.

“You’re jealous.” She murmured. He scowled, pursing his lips. His frame shrunk from imposing and guarded to a scolded toddler.

“Not jealous.” He replied, much quieter. Iris’ smile widened and she slid her hands around his waist. He let his hands rest on her hips, unable to have her this close without touching her. She tilted her head, angling her face to meet his gaze.

“You want to be pretty?” She asked. The question flustered him, heat rising to his cheeks.

“No.” Daryl replied, scowling. Iris breathed a laugh, moving to hold his jaw in one hand, forcing him to keep looking at her.

“You’re pretty to me.” She said, almost a whisper, catching his attention. “But if it makes any difference, I like my men a little rougher around the edges.” His grip on her hips tightened and he hummed in approval. One of his hands let go only to intertwine his fingers with hers, thumb gently stroking the back of her hand.

“C’mon.” He murmured, pushing her backward around the side of the couch and back toward the stairs. Her lips parted in a small smile as he pushed their bedroom door open, turning around to face her again. “You like it a little rough?” He asked. 

Iris noted that his confidence was obviously back, her face flushing at the entendre. She only nodded in response as he tugged her forward by the belt loops, their lips crashing together. The culmination of emotions harboured for months, all at once, hit them both like a wave. 

It was only a brief moment before he grabbed underneath her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms and casually tossing her town on the bed. The springs squeaked a little as she bounced, her eyes wide in surprise as he knelt over her, leaning in to kiss her softly before diving lips first into her neck. 

He trailed his kisses down her throat, his hands greedily roaming her sides. He brought one hand up to cradle her jaw, caressing down across her collarbone as his tongue found the dip in her clavicle. She shivered violently, his touch electric against her skin. His fingertips caught on the neckline of her shirt and he pulled back to look up into her eyes.

They paused, the two of them taking a moment to take each other in. Iris felt herself fawning over Daryl. She had no earthly idea how he was so blind to her adoration. He was so kind, so courageous, so unabashedly honest, and holy shit was he handsome. As if Jesus had even crossed her mind in that regard. She wanted to ensure that Daryl felt secure, that he felt safe with her, felt cared for.

Iris nodded slowly in confirmation, her eyes widening and her heart pounding as Daryl took the neckline of her tank top in both fists, tearing her shirt in two in one clean motion. She chuckled in disbelief, shaking her head and promptly ignoring a fleeting thought that it was a waste of resources. 

Daryl was just as infatuated with her. However unnecessary it might have been, he felt an unrelenting need to prove himself. Perhaps not only to Iris, but to himself as well. He wanted to be everything she wanted, fulfill her every desire and ensure she could be safe with him, happy with him. That she would not starve or fear for her life ever again. Not all of those things were in his control, but he would do his best.

He stilled as she opened the ripped sides of the tank top, the scraps of fabric falling at her sides. When she first showed him her tattoo, he was bashful enough at the sight of her bra. Now, however, she wasn’t wearing one, and his mouth began to water. He tried not to look too ravenous as his hands ran up her sides, much gentler than before. Gooseflesh pebbled across her skin in their wake, her nipples visibly hardened.

Iris’ face was flushed, watching his reaction as she was bared to him. He could undoubtedly feel her heart pounding at the walls of her ribcage. His eyes caught a mischievous glint as he looked over her, gaze stroking up her sternum like a soft, thick paintbrush.

“Sorry, gorgeous.” He murmured, his fingertips playing with the ripped edge of her tank top. Iris rolled her eyes at the joke, her shy smile relaxing into a grin, finding comfort in his embrace. She shrugged out of the scraps of fabric, tossing them to the side before placing her hands on his shoulders. Her legs slipped under his and she flipped their positions.

Daryl’s breath hitched as she straddled his thighs, her fingers now playing with the buttons of his shirt. Yet, she paused, as she was suddenly reminded of his past, the anxiety flashing in his eyes.

She knew exactly how he felt about the scars on his skin, the deep hatred he had for his own father and the fearful life he’d lived. But she wanted to show him how much more he was to her, that his scars would not determine his worth. 

“Can I?” She asked quietly, peppering gentle kisses against his jawline. He grunted and she pulled back, looking in his eyes for a real answer, a verbal answer.

“Yeah.” He breathed. There was no one else he would bare himself to, no one else he would share laughter in the starlight with, no one else he felt knew him inside and out, scars and all. 

She took her time, listening carefully for any noises of protest or discomfort as she undid button by button. When she finished, she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall down to his wrists where he left it for a moment before shucking it to join hers on the bedroom floor. 

Her fingers inevitably drifted across his scars, her touch excruciatingly gentle as she just barely traced them, leaning to softly kiss the ones that trailed over his shoulders or drew around to his chest. He inhaled shakily, burying any thoughts that weren’t of her as their lips met again. 

Tender, passionate moments like these were few and far between, in both of their lives. In fact, this might have been the first, for both of them. Never before had either Iris or Daryl spent such time or thought on intimacy. It was so bright, so new. Each touch, each brush of a fingertip or fierce kiss, meant everything.

There was something between tender and rough about every kiss, lips, teeth and tongues clashing and caressing softly into each others mouths. Daryl traced the tattoo on Iris’ side like he had already committed it to memory, nipping her lip to elicit a small hum. Iris took his hand and pulled it up further, Daryl more than happy to accept the invitation to palm her tits. 

He let out a soft groan as her knees tightened around his hips, one of her hands buried in his hair. Using one hand to deftly pinch her nipples, the other gripped her thigh as he flipped them again, sinking his hips between her legs. She let out a small squeak of surprise, feeling him smile onto her mouth. 

Daryls fingers trailed up to the waistband of her jeans, popping the button open with one well-placed flick. It was Iris’ turn to smile as she helped him pull the zipper down, shimmying out of her pants and the lacy underwear underneath. 

“Fuck me.” Daryl muttered as his hand smoothed across her bare thigh, unabashedly groping her ass.

“Believe me, I’m trying.” She mumbled in reply, unbuttoning his pants in turn. 

He stopped, pausing mid-movement to chuckle, leaning down to press his forehead into the pillow beside her head. Iris smiled, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck as he moved back to his own pants. He didn’t bother pulling them all the way down as she palmed him through his boxers, eliciting another groan from his lips.

“You sure?” He asked breathlessly, freeing his stiff cock. She moaned into his mouth, one of her hands coming up to pinch her nipples. He kissed her roughly, his free hand planting itself beside her head on the pillow. 

“Yes. Please.” Iris panted, punctuated by kisses in between.

The idea of protection passed through his mind, fleeting, and he took a moment to bury his fist in the bedside table, where he knew there was a box of condoms. Carol had given them to him from the pantry, half as a joke and half as a sign to get his ass in gear. He hadn’t thanked her then and probably never would, but it was likely she would notice should another box go missing from the pantry at some point. But perhaps he was getting ahead of himself. 

He maneuvered himself in between her thighs as he rolled the condom on, parting her folds with the tip of his cock. Iris let out a whimper as it caught on the edge of her clit, her head falling back against the pillow. 

Whether or not they were aware, both Daryl and Iris knew one another. Maybe not superficial things such as favourite colours or dream jobs, but they knew how the other thought, what they believed in. How they prioritized their families and friends, what made up their family if not blood.

Iris knew Daryl hated making arrows and always made sure to grab any crossbow bolts whenever she saw some on a run. Iris knew he always wanted a little sister when he was younger so he could have someone to take care of. She knew that he blushed at any complement because he wasn’t always sure of himself, and she knew that he laughed hardest when she pouted about something, because it was always something with an easy solution. 

Daryl knew that Iris had a scar on the inside of her mouth because she had once tried to use a dart as a toothpick as a teenager. Daryl knew that she preferred tank tops with thicker straps because her knife harness dug into her skin when they were too thin. He knew she adored the night sky because it reminded her of her brother and that the stars always reflected so clearly in her eyes. He knew she was embarrassed about how cuddly she was when she slept, but he didn’t care because he loved being close to her either way.

Daryl pressed a kiss to her bared throat as he sunk in a little ways, grunting at the adjustment. Clearly, it had been a while for both of them, and it showed. Her breath hitched as pleasure coursed through her, breathless moans spilling from her lips. Daryl let his forehead rest against hers as he sunk in deeper, both panting, Iris clutching his shoulders. With each shallow thrust of his hips they both sighed, until his hips gently pressed against hers.

He moved slowly, his hips pulling back and sinking forward in a sensual rhythm that made Iris’ toes curl. Each forward thrust brushed against her insides deliciously, her back arching in response. His breath was hot, fanning the sides of her face with each powerful surge forward.

Daryl groaned as she tightened around him, resisting the urge to let go as her soft moans reached his ears. With each thrust the knot tightened, new heights of pleasure reached, shivers coursing down her spine. The wooden bed frame creaked loudly at the force of his thrusts, Iris’ head tilting back as her eyes rolled.

Her walls fluttered around him, another deep groan leaving Daryl’s parted lips before pressing them to her mouth. One particularly well-placed push sent a jolt through Iris, her breath catching as she felt release crash into her. She cried out, lips mouthing his name as she clutched at him.

Daryl’s breath came in short, sharp pulls as he moved through it, sinking from his hands to his elbows as he pressed into her. His bicep flexed with a sheen of sweat beside her head, and Iris could not help but eagerly sink her teeth into the corded muscle.

Swearing under his breath as she pulled away, Daryl scowled unconvincingly at the mischievous grin decorating her flushed face. He pulled his hips away and Iris whined at the cruel punishment, his warmth stolen as he sat back onto his heels. 

But he came closer yet again, his lips meeting her sternum. His broad shoulders urged her thighs open wider as his lips travelled down her navel. He mouthed down her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs, his fingers drawing deft circles around her clit. Her hips bucked and it was his turn to grin. 

“Easy, sunshine.” He murmured, kissing her lower belly again. Iris glared at him, despite knowing she would do anything to see the sparkle in his eyes that appeared then. That was the Daryl she knew.

With every move they made, Iris and Daryl wanted to show what they knew, just how much they cared, just how fiercely they wanted it. Words seemed unnecessary, insufficient, especially when it came to them. 

Iris placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him to sit back up before climbing astride him, their lips locking again. She eagerly knelt down, feeling him press up into her, reaching places she’d never felt before. A soft whimper escaped from her lips as he bottomed out, Daryl smiling into her mouth again. 

Taking the opportunity before she inevitably ran out of energy, Iris moved up and down his cock, a series of soft groans swallowed by her kiss. Their bodies intertwined, shifting and burning with desire. 

Daryl’s cock pulsed as he watched her, sweat glittering across her neck in the moonlight. Her eyes were heavy-lidded, her lips parted as sounds sweeter than any music passed through. After this moment he needed no reassurance. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her. Each laboured bounce on his lap was reassurance enough. 

Her legs began to tremble with strain, his hands assisting in moving her hips back and forth on his cock. His thumb brushed her clit again and she cried out, one hand coming up to cover her mouth as the other gripped his shoulder. He pressed his forehead to hers, panting as they both began to slow, knots tightening. 

“I’m—“ He breathed throatily, Iris answering with a desperate nod. Their thrusts slowed still as they both let go, the stars crashing down on them. The knots pulled tight enough to snap, passion, release and desire sublimating all at once. Her walls tightened as he spilled into the condom. She trembled in his arms, melting into his embrace as the climax ebbed, shuddering with overstimulation.

They waited for a moment, catching their breath as the high faded, slowly sinking into the mattress as the world came back to them. As their thoughts, emotions came crashing down. Daryl heaved a shaky breath. Iris let out a soft whine as he pulled out, thumb stroking her thigh sympathetically. He pressed a kiss to her forehead as he placed her in the middle of the bed, legs still trembling.

She felt his absence as a breeze wafted in from the open window, cooling her wet thighs. Daryl returned after a moment with a warm washcloth, dutifully cleaning them both up. The sheets could do with a wash as well, but they were both tired enough that it could wait until morning. 

Despite the soft ache between her legs, Iris pushed up onto her knees as he stood beside the bed, placing her hands atop his shoulders and meeting him in a long, searing kiss. They both panted as she pulled away, one hand brushing the hair from his eyes.

“You know I’m yours, right?” She breathed, sinking deep into the blue of his eyes. His hands tightened on her waist, his arms wrapping around to pull her impossibly closer.

“I do now.” He murmured, closing his eyes as he relished the moment. They sat still in silence for a long time, allowing the emotions, the intimacy to sink in and become a part of them. Their synchronous heartbeats, mingling breaths. The lingering touches that still sent electricity jolting through them after however long.

The silence was broken by soft voices floating up through the window from outside, footsteps marching assuredly up their porch. The following knocks were pointed and loud, as if to wake them had they been sleeping. Iris sighed, softly brushing her lips against his as he pulled away. Daryl knew the feeling. It was always something, wasn’t it?

“C’mon.” He murmured, quickly squeezing her ass before beginning to gather their things.

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You Guys Didn't Forget!

(Featuring Confident!Chris x Reserved! Matt x Fem!Reader)

Author's Note: I felt bad for my last two angst fics, so here's some tooth aching fluff 😻 If you like this au, send in asks, personal messages, or write comments about them (This is an original idea of mine. Please inbox or personal message me if you'd like to use any of these characters as 'inspiration' of some sort!)

Contents/Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Implied polyamorus situationship ( no incest & no actual relationship (yet) ! ), pet names (sweetheart & pretty girl), mentions of forgetting a birthday (I don't know, it could be triggering, I guess), & possibly more!

Third Person Point of View

Word Count: 562 (Am I in my lazy girl era? 😖)

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Divider by: @bernardsbendystraws (hopefully it's giving birthday 😅🤞🏽)

It was a few days before her birthday, and the excitement in the air was buzzing. She was blissfully unaware of the grand plans Chris and Matt had been orchestrating. The two brothers, part of a unique triplet set, each cherishing her in their own special way. Their older triplet brother, Nick, played a supportive role, always ready to lend a hand or a listening ear.

Chris and Matt had been holding secret meetings, filled with whispers and laughter, as they planned the perfect surprise party. They spent evenings selecting decorations and brainstorming themes, their excitement growing with each passing day.

The morning of her birthday had arrived, and with it, a twinge of sadness. She couldn't shake the feeling that her friends might have forgotten. Meanwhile, Matt and Chris maintained an air of normalcy, though their hearts raced with anticipation. They finalized last-minute details, making excuses to keep her away from the house, the focal point of their surprise.

Nick, ever the conspirator, took on the task of keeping her occupied. He planned a spa day, filled with pampering and light-hearted conversation, ensuring she remained blissfully unaware of the preparations underway.

“I can't believe they forgot, I've been so excited about my birthday!”

“Well I'm here celebrating with you, girl!”

With the house empty, Chris and Matt set to work, transforming the living room into a vibrant celebration space. Balloons and streamers adorned the walls, and a bold "Happy Birthday!" banner hung proudly. The kitchen table was laden with a beautifully decorated cake, an assortment of snacks, and carefully wrapped presents. Nick, in his eagerness, almost let slip the secret, but a quick save kept the surprise intact.

“Matt and Chris want us to come over for — to hang out,” Nick said casually as they finished up their spa day.

Under the guise of a casual hangout, they invited her over. As she stepped through the door, the lights dimmed, and a hush fell over the room. She took a few steps inside, and suddenly, the brothers leaped from their hiding spots, shouting, "Surprise!" Her eyes widened in shock, quickly melting into joy as the reality of the moment sank in.

Her reaction was everything they had hoped for —initial disbelief followed by a cascade of happy tears.

“Oh my gosh, you guys didn't forget!”

The room filled with laughter and music as they celebrated with games and shared stories. Each gift she unwrapped was proof of their thoughtfulness, leaving her feeling deeply cherished and grateful.

“Thank you all, I love everything so much!”

As the evening wound down, she found a quiet moment to reflect on the day's events. Surrounded by those who cared for her dearly, she realized just how fortunate she was. The warmth of their bond was a promise of enduring support.

She was laying in Chris's bed, in-between both of her boys, Chris and Matt. “Thank you both for today,” she whispered to them, kissing their foreheads gently.

With hearts full, they pledged to always be there for one another, ending the day with a sense of joy that felt like it would last a lifetime.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” Chris said, holding her hips and lower half tightly as he reciprocated her kiss to the forehead. “We'll always be here for each other, pretty girl.” Matt added, kissing her forehead also as he held onto her top half.

[hydroj1ns]

puppy hybrid hinata thoughts … and husky-hybrid kageyama cameo!

cw: hybrids, owner/pet, humping, jealousy

you couldn’t leave the shelter without adopting him, the cutest little puppy you ever laid your eyes on.

you couldn’t resist those huge, shining eyes that practically begged you to just please bring me home. and those little whimpers that left his mouth when you entered ran your fingers through his messy, but soft orange hair. you were the first to come into the shelter in a long time, and it had been even longer since hinata felt a person's warm touches on his skin.

when you finally took him home, he immediately started sniffing around your house, from the living room, to the guest room (which was now his), until he finally made his way to your room.

you tried telling him that this one wasn’t his, that he had already passed the living space you had prepared for him, but he barged in anyway. his usually floppy ears perked up right when he entered, standing straight on his head like traffic cones.

you just stood there, unsure of what to do other than observe your new puppy’s strange behavior. little did you know, hinata was completely overwhelmed by the way your scent infiltrated his receptors. and he loved it.

he suddenly took long, quick strides to jump onto your bed, nuzzling the sheets and cuddling your pillows and oh god, it all smelled like you.

you smiled at the sight, now sure that yes, this was the right decision. you joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed, but as soon as your bottom made a dip on the mattress, he tackled you, forcing you to lay down with him.

the orange-colored hybrid rested his head against your chest and clung to you, wrapping his lanky limbs around your frame, pulling you ever so close. as he listened to the steady thump thump of your heart, his own started beating faster when you started absentmindedly playing with the hairs near his nape.

your puppy certainly did wear his heart on his sleeve (if that wasn’t already obvious by the way his tail was aggressively beating against your leg).

it had been a long day at work. your boss had tasked you with training the new hire, a husky hybrid by the name of kageyama.

honestly, he was kind of cute. because you were his assigned mentor, he was practically attached to your hip the whole day.

when you were teaching him the interface of the program he was expected to use, he was very attentive, practically breathing on your face as he observed every graph and date table you showed him.

you also appreciated the way he maintained eye contact with you, but honestly, it was a little bit intense; you couldn’t help but look away now and again because of that hungry, almost predatory gaze he held. he’s certainly very passionate about learning!

kageyama ate lunch with you too! he’s such a sweet coworker to keep you company while you eat! though, you swore you could feel someone staring at you when your attention was focused on your phone— you made it a habit to text hinata during your lunch breaks; you hate the thought of your adorable pup getting lonely.

and finally you could go home! not before receiving a bow from your grateful husky subordinate, however. he’s so polite.

when you returned home, you were immediately met with a strong hug from shoyo, causing the two of you to fall backwards in the entryway. giggling, you ruffle his soft hair.

you expected him to reply with his usual cheer, “welcome home!” but was surprised when he didn’t. instead, you were greeted by suspicious sniffs, hinata’s cold nose dragging through your hair and gliding over your neck and wrists.

“sho? what’s wrong?” you ask, worriedly. had something happened at home? did you forget to prepare him a meal in the fridge? did he-

“you… you smell like another hybrid.” he whispered, his agitation revealed by the way he refused to meet your eyes and rested his hands on the tail curled around his folded legs.

quickly, you make sure to comfort him, embracing him in your arms, “oh sho, please don’t be mad, it’s probably just the new husky my boss asked me to train! you know you’re the only puppy i want in my life….”

internally, you were amused by your pup’s possessiveness. he had never shown you this side of him before, and truth be told, it was very cute.

these thoughts were quickly expelled when hinata abruptly took you by the wrist and dragged you to your bedroom. you yelped; hinata had never been forceful with you, what was going on?

you were shoved roughly onto the matress, wrists pinned down by shoyo's cold hands. when did he get so strong?

"shoyo, honey, i swear you have nothing to worry about. it was just work between us, nothing more." you say in hopes of comforting your anxious pup.

but your words travel through one ear and out the other as the orange-haired hybrid noses at your neck, growling lowly. shoyo never growled. it was uncharacteristic of him. he was always well-behaved and cheerful, attributes that you loved.

fine. if he was going to be like this, "sho, i don't know what's gotten into you, but let me go. now." it wasn't often that you scolded shoyo.

for some reason, when he registered your stern voice, he felt something blooming in his chest. a hot, hot feeling, something he couldn't quite decipher. it confused him, and the throbbing feeling that was beginning to arise in his shorts wasn't helping. maintaining his grip on your wrists, he pressed his whole body onto yours, rendering you almost completely unable to move.

your pup started whimpering, unaware of what was happening to his body; all he knew was that he needed you against him.

shoyo began rutting his erection on your thigh, the friction relieving some of his desperate need for release. you could feel the immense warmth radiating from him as pants and whimpers fell from his mouth, pressed right against the shell of your ear.

then, realization hit you. the possessiveness, the jealousy...you weren't sure when to expect this kind of behavior from your pup because it hadn't been long since you brought him home, but you knew that estrous periods were when hybrids felt the most vulnerable.

you relaxed your tense muscles and managed to wriggle your arm from under his weight to tangle a hand in his bright hair. combing through his silky locks and scratching his soft ears, you whispered, "shh, its okay sho, just keep going...."

it was like your encouragement tightened the already tight grip you hand around his heart, his being, his reason for living. he loved you. he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. you were all he thought of when you went to work. you're the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

your thigh against his heat felt so good. he couldn't help but imagine doing this every estrous cycle, going further with you, feeling your warmth embracing him... the grinding against you became faster, harder, more desperate, and shoyo could feel himself getting to his climax. you could practically feel how his cock throbbed, even between layers of clothing. as you gently tugged on his hair and whispered more sweet praises into his ears, sensitive from your light touches, he came into his pants. the warmth seeped through his boxers into his shorts.

he lifted his head from next to yours and you were met with his signature puppy eyes, blown wide from his orgasm and threatening to spill tears down his cheeks from how overwhelmed he felt. the hybrid pouted as you gave him a tired smile and leaned down to nuzzle his cheek against yours--- a silent apology.

you sighed and petted his hair--- your own silent forgiveness.

you got up first, "lets talk about this in the bath sho. your shorts are ruined."

and shoyo happily followed you like always, forgetting all the jealousy he welcomed you with.

[deathnguts]

Coming out of the closet with such a rare ship that you all will think me crazy and delusional but Antonin dolohov is the only man who possesses enough gaudy power and sadism to properly sugar daddy for regulus black think about it

Like, Antonin is SO neat: he’s canonically a bigger sadist than most death eaters, he’s one of if not the only pureblood heir in Russia, he has truly unreachable levels of like gold chain and real furs and mansions with multiple large living spaces all with the most big and beautiful fireplaces because he lives in teh snowy russian country side and hunts the beasts in his backyard when he gets antsy type of wealth. He’s a bitch, he’s insane, he’s horrific, and oh my god he’s PERFECT.

Regulus likes to be used and desired just as much as he likes to be utterly in control and domineering, it’s a hard line to balance and usually he can’t. He has to pick a side and walk that one, longingly staring for the other no matter which one he’s on. BUT, Dolohov is so crazy and weird guaranteed he loves the chase and scuffle of catching and keeping a lover with fire in their blood just as much as he loves being bossed around by something beautiful. He’s paying thousands dollars for like three hours to get stepped on but then flip you over and choke you out, he’s wild and unpredictable and lives only for his own pleasure and never let’s go of getting what he wants and he wants the pretty black heir with the delicate blue eyes that never show him a glimmer of respect but a so bow low he surely knows where he’s dipping.

This creepy motherfucker kept track of regulus’ birthdays after he ‘bloomed to look so delectable’ and sent him lavish presents each year but never spoke to him until the literal moment he turned seventeen because he knows what he’s here for and he wants soemthing with fire not a cushy and ‘sweet’ (by pureblood courting terms) grooming and then immediate stale marriage. And you think regulus wouldn’t love that shit?? Dude, these two are made to feed only the worst parts of each other. Like I brought up the sugar daddy dynamic because even if there’s no actual money involved, that what they have. They are not dating, they are not married, god forbid they both shiver at that thought, they literally just meet up like every other weekend to do ungodly deeds to each other for 24 straight hours and then like have fancy dinners or attend pretentious parties together when Antonin feels he wants to flaunt and regulus feels he wants to be flaunted.

Regulus pulling hidden knives from silk pillowcases mid fuck to actually stab Antonin and Antonin is fucking laughing through his orgasm. Antonin only smokes cigars and regulus plucks them from his teeth whenever he wishes for a turn and Antonin grins. Antonin buys regulus sleek and expensive clothes that leave little to the imagination and then insisting he wear them when they go out so everyone can see what Antonin has like regulus is a new head of a new kill for over one of his many fireplaces. Regulus has stitches from the work Antonin does when he’s excited and he’s never without a purpled bruise again after they meet and he craves it. They both do.

They’re the couple you can’t really call toxic because they’re both using each other and both very ok with that. They’re the couple you want to judge because regulus was 17 and Antonin was 32 when they started talking but also it’s a free country and it’s legal and consensual and also they’re both on a completely even playing field money and power wise so what’s actually the harm? Antonin thinks the taboo of it all is funny and he enjoys making people uncomfortable, regulus thinks it’s annoying that everyone seems to think he’s always the victim all the time. ‘He’s bad reg he just wants your body!’ ‘What do you think I want him for, his bubbly personality?’

God I can’t even please tell me you see the vision they’ve been the ringworm in my skin for months now and I can’t be quiet anymore 😞

[gingerkunoichii]

Hi, I'm Mimi! I'm a amateur artist/writer who is currently only doing works for Naruto :)) I go by she/her pronouns I mostly try to do reader focused things since I find it more fun and fluid. A lot of my work is nsfw and often breaches on uncomfortable subjects.

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Borderline - nsfw - SHIKAMARU X READER ✮ tags // rough sex, angst, toxic relationship, love/hate, mindgames, intense infidelity You and Shikamaru have been messing around for years now - never making things official, making eachother jealous in sick games, purposefully going back and forth to eachother, arguing, hating, fucking. now after months of not speaking to him after he got a new girlfriend, you decide its time to cause chaos in his life again.

Troublesome - nsfw - SHIKAMARU X READER - (carry on from Borderline) ✮ tags // rough sex, angst, toxic relationship, love/hate, mindgames, intense infidelity After the Fourth Great Ninja War, peace blankets the shinobi world—but hearts. Shikamaru Nara, finds himself entangled in a toxic, tantalizing web with you. A female kunoichi his equal in intellect, his rival in manipulation, and his downfall in every way that matters.

For two years, your relationship has been a volatile dance: friends with benefits one moment, bitter enemies the next. You break apart only to fall back together, leaving a trail of jealousy, betrayal, and passion in your wake. The twisted game has consumed them both—playing with the hearts of others, pushing each other’s buttons, and always circling back like moths to a flame.

You're toxic, playful, and seductive; he’s mean, calculating, and knows exactly how to provoke you. playlist ‪‪❤︎‬

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After leaving your old university under a cloud of scandal, you arrive at Konoha University, ready for a fresh start.

Once queen of the party scene, your killer smile and sharp edge left a trail of broken hearts. The drug fuelled nights, bad decisions, and neon-lit chaos follows you. Alpha Kappa Blossom, a sorority with varying characters welcomes you and you feel like you've known these people for a lifetime very quickly—but nothing comes without strings.

Your past still lingers. No matter how loud the music and whatever you take to sedate yourself from reality, you can’t outrun the fallout. playlist ❤︎‬

Fade Into You - nsfw - Canon Divergence - ITACHI X OC ✮ tags // slowburn, angst, emotional hurt, arranged marriage, eventual smut, alternate universe

In an alternate universe where the Uchiha Massacre never occurred nor the suffering that came alongside it, peace and weary trust is brokered through a fragile political alliance: an arranged marriage between Itachi Uchiha and Fumika Senju, the granddaughter of Tobirama Senju. The union, meant to symbolise unity between the clans that had rivalled for many hundreds of years, comes at a personal cost for both—Itachi, still mourning a forbidden love, and Fumika, forced to leave behind her life as a kunoichi to become a dutiful wife. playlist ❤︎‬

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