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🌙 starring. Jaehyun x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. “I mean, what if we make a deal? For every ‘A’ you get on these three tests in November, I’ll eat you out till you’re begging me to stop. And in December, if you pass your physics final with a grade above eighty-six percent, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, pussy eating, foreplay, face grinding, dry humping, breast worship, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, using sex as inspiration to study, no nut november, blue balls, dirty talk, praise, multiple little sex scenes, big dick Jaehyun, slight phone sex, mentions of masturbation, teasing, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 4.5k

🍭 aus. Uni au, fuck buddies to lovers, no nut november, etc…

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One:

Jaehyun can tell something is off with you, and despite you being someone he holds at a distance with the label ‘fuck buddy,’ he actually cares about what’s going on in your head, especially when it’s clearly taking away from your enjoyment of him.

He’s not the type to bring something up mid fuck session, but when you both finish, he takes the opportunity to address it.

“You seemed distant today,” he notes.

You release a deep sigh. “November is coming up, I’ve got three big tests and then finals in December, and I’m just… I’m feeling overwhelmed.”

The two of you had decided to keep a purely physical relationship with the idea of focusing on school. You both feel as if you’re too busy with your studies to put as much effort into dating as you’d like, so you’d come to an agreement to fuck whenever you’re both needing it, and keep other things as surface-level as possible.

Despite this arrangement, Jaehyun knows he would be the biggest asshole ever if he didn’t act as at least a friend to you. He has massive emotional walls that he keeps fortified, but there’s no harm in checking in with you. Besides, stress relief is a cornerstone of your relationship, and if his cock couldn’t dristract you from the issues in your life right now, maybe being an avid listener can. 

“What class?” he enquires.

“Fucking physics,” you groan, falling back against your bed and covering your face with a pillow.

There’s a reason Jaehyun had chosen Marine Biology instead of a more mathematics-based science when he got to university. Hell, the intro to physics class in first year had nearly killed him, so he understands where you’re coming from. 

“Well…” Jaehyun swallows thickly. “My frat is doing the whole ‘No Nut November’ bullshit, and we both know I don’t like to lose… but just because I can’t fuck you to destress you, doesn’t mean I can’t eat you out and make you cum as a reward for doing well in classes.”

“Huh?”

Jaehyun laughs, shaking his head. “I mean, what if we make a deal? For every ‘A’ you get on these three tests in November, I’ll eat you out till you’re begging me to stop. And in December, if you pass your physics final with a grade above eighty-six percent, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

You stare at him, the cogs of your mind working clearly behind your inquisitive eyes. “What if we agree on an above eighty average instead of eighty-six?”

“Nah, has to be eighty-six, what kind of floozy do you think I am?” Jaehyun jokes.

“Uh… the kind that just dicked me down without me needing an eighty-six average?”

Two:

It’s November, and while the idea of using Jaehyun as encouragement to study had seemed like a good plan to begin with, you find yourself distracted by the notion of him. Numbers and calculations give way to thoughts about the frat boy studying marine biology, and after struggling with it for an hour, you give yourself a breather to unpack everything.

You and Jaehyun have had an on-again off-again fuck buddy relationship for a little over a year now, and in that period, you’ve fucked only a handful times. With Jaehyun, things are strictly business. There’s not much foreplay, not much chit-chatting- it’s entirely about you both getting your rocks off as stress relief, then going your separate ways.

There’s a part of you that’s always thought extensive foreplay is less of a fuck buddy type of deal, and more of a budding relationship experience, which is why it’s generally been off-limits.

Having a man’s dick in you is one thing, having his mouth on your pussy while he’s neglected, looking up at you and doing his best to make you cum without any pleasure for himself- well, that’s something else entirely.

Neither you nor Jaehyun like to be selfish in this arrangement you have, it’s always a mutually beneficial interaction.

But… if you let him eat you out for doing well in physics… if he doesn’t get to cum or be touched at all… then that’s you being selfish, and the flip side is, he’s being selfless with you. 

Selfless has never been a word you connect to the idea of fuck buddies- and sure, some men love eating out women, some men get super turned on from that, but… you worry you’ll just be blue-ballsing the poor man. 

You never want to blue-ball Jaehyun. Despite your relationship being surface level - except for when he’s buried in your guts - you care about him. And you think it’s this care that has made you put up walls.

You’d agreed when you’d met that neither of you wanted a relationship. You wanted easy sex when it was convenient to you both. No strings attached, no emotions, no foreplay- although, that last caveat was never something verbally agreed to or discussed, moreso of an offshoot of the entire arrangement. 

In an odd way, letting Jaehyun eat you out while he gets nothing in return will be a new stepping stone for your dynamic, and you’re not quite sure where the path it creates might lead. 

Three:

You open your door with a grin, holding your most recent test in your hand. Before you can even tell Jaehyun the good news about your eighty-six percent - on the dot, mind you - score, he’s grabbing you and pressing his lips to yours.

A laugh tumbles out of you as you drag him into your apartment, kissing him back eagerly while the door shuts.

He feels so good, and your body immediately reacts to him, your nipples pushing up against the fabric of your thin night shirt. Jaehyun notices, because his hand comes up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing against the bud and making you moan.

When his lips move to your throat, you take the opportunity to speak. “You don’t even know what score I got on my test.”

“You wouldn’t have called me over if you didn’t get an eighty-six or above,” he notes, breath hot against your neck as he licks at your sweet spot.

“What if I brought you here to beg, to plead for that eighty average to be acceptable?” you tease.

“Begging is really not your style,” he insists, his hands moving down to your sleeping shorts to roughly tug them down.

“Looks like I won’t have to beg for this, though.”

“A deal is a deal,” Jaehyun tells you in the most earnest tone, and it makes you giggle.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”

“No, I’m eating you out here.”

A moment later, he’s lifting you, setting you onto your kitchen island. The cold surface feels good against your hot skin, and it’s hard to breathe properly as Jaehyun pushes your thighs open.

“Lay down,” he instructs, “and let me give you your reward.”

Four:

“So… This time, I got a ninety,” you tell Jaehyun, holding your phone close to your chest so he can hear you clearly as you meander around your apartment.

“Well, look at you go.”

You can hear the smile in his voice, and it has your body tingling with excitement. “When can you come over?”

“Just finishing up a few things,” Jaehyun explains. “How about nineish?”

“But that’s a whole four hours away!” you groan.

“Somebody is eager.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I was sitting in class and taking the test and all I could think about was your mouth.”

“Yeah?”

“Was getting so wet while doing fucking physics calculations- thinking about your tongue, and the way you hold me down when I cum. You’re a guy who just knows how to eat it, and it’s kind of making me go crazy.”

“Did I mention I’m at the gym right now?” Jaehyun asks, releasing a choked cough.

You grin, moving to sit on your couch. “Gonna sport a stiffy while doing bench presses, Jae?” 

“Pretty close to that, yeah.”

“All I’m saying is- you could be a great tutor, if you gave out sexual favours to all the cute girls who need help.”

Jaehyun laughs. “I feel like that would put me on a career trajectory that has nothing to do with marine biology, and I’m not spending all this money every year just to not use my degree.”

“True, true,” you sigh. “Anyways, I guess I’ll be waiting to see you at nineish.”

“Try not to touch yourself before I get there,” Jaehyun warns. “Or it defeats the purpose.” 

Five:

You’d been shocked to discover upon receiving your third test back, that you had somehow managed to score the highest in the entire class. And now, you’re even more shocked to find that Jaehyun has a few cunnilingus tricks up his sleeve that he hadn’t shown you in your first two strictly oral encounters.

His face is buried between your thighs, his lips wrapped around your clit while his fingers are pumping into your wet core. He angles his digits upward, crooking them in a way that has your whole body tingling-

He’d told you he wanted to make you squirt, you know, as a real celebration after your high marks, and at first, you hadn’t quite believed it would happen.

You’ve never squirted, and no man has ever taken the time to work that sort of thing out of you-

Yet here you are, feeling the first few dribbles splooshing out of your core and onto Jaehyun’s fingers.

It’s an intense pressure, but a completely welcomed one, and it makes your entire body tense with pleasure as he continued to finger fuck wetness out of you, his mouth never leaving your clit.

The sounds you’re making are obscene, but you can’t help yourself, can’t bring yourself to care about noise complaints or people hearing you-

You deserve this after scoring so well on your physics test, and you’ll be damned if you tell Jaehyun to stop or slow down.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun groans, pulling away from your clit to look down at you. “That’s it, baby, let it out.”

God, his dirty talk? It’s gotten better- or maybe you were both just not very verbal before, maybe when things were strictly business you were both holding back a lot of talents in the sexual scheme of things.

You release a whimper, more squirt gushing out of you and onto his hand.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Jaehyun tells you, his mouth returning to your clit.

The past few times, losing yourself to him eating you out had been easy- but this time, you’re aware that finals are looming on the horizon. You’re not going to see Jaehyun for a couple of weeks, and after pleasure like this, you’re not sure you have the patience to wait that long.

You’re also keenly aware that this will be the third time Jaehyun leaves your house with blue-balls, and while he doesn’t make a big deal about it, you still feel bad.

This whole thing has definitely gotten more complicated, and you have the sneaking suspicion that when finals are over, and you finally get to fuck- they’re going to get a whole lot more confusing.

Six:

Jaehyun is about four hours into studying for his marine biology final when your ringtone sounds through his room.

He releases a groan, because sure, you’re a welcome distraction- but the mere thought of you is enough to give him a half chub and about two hours of distracted thoughts.

“Hey,” he sighs, answering his phone and putting it on speaker next to his text book.

“Hey,” you respond. “Studying?”

“Yup, you?”

“Trying to study,” you release a deep breath. “So… No Nut November has been over for a couple of days, how are you feeling?”

Jaehyun groans, putting his head in his hands. “Like I’m about to bust.”

“So come over?”

Jaehyun’s gaze turns to his phone. The temptation is overwhelming- and he can almost imagine how good your wet pussy is going to feel around his cock- how big his load is going to be when he buries it deep inside of you-

“We both know I can’t do that,” he sighs.

“Why not?”

“I told you, I’m not a floozy.” Jaehyun can’t help the chuckle that escapes him at his own words. He kind of enjoys this whole teasing game of not being the guy who puts out unless you do well on tests. He also kind of enjoys it when you release an irritated sigh.

“Be serious,” you insist.

“In all seriousness,” Jaehyun says. “We both know we can’t see each other until after our finals in three days.”

“But three days is so long away! That’s like seventy-two hours from now!” 

“You’re not going to be awake for all seventy-two of those hours though,” Jaehyun grins.

A grumble escapes you. “You know what I mean.”

Jaehyun can feel his cock beginning to rise in his pants, and he knows he has to cut this call short-

“Well, if you’re not going to come be my stress relief, maybe I’ll have to do it myself,” you tell him.

“Huh?”

“I’m rubbing my clit right now, and you wouldn’t believe how fucking wet I am for you. Been thinking about you for hours.”

“Fuck,” Jaehyun groans.

“It would be an awful shame if you didn’t come and fuck me stupid.” 

“I’ve got to go,” the marine biology major says, and it takes every ounce of his determination for the words to leave his lips.

“For a frat boy, you can be such a prude, Jaehyun.”

“I’m just focusing on something we both agreed a year ago. We both said school comes first. We both said grades above sex, and I’m just keeping us both in line with that intention.”

“I’ll try not to be too upset about this, because you’re right, and I hate that you’re right,” you sigh. “Good luck studying, I’ll see you in seventy-two hours.”

You hang up, and Jaehyun lets out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding.

He looks down at his rock hard cock, which is pressing up against the fabric of his sweat pants, and with one last surge of determination, he goes back to his text book. 

Seven:

You finished your final two hours ago, and you’re now just laying on your couch. Your mind is pretty much blank, your body exhausted- and that’s when there’s a knock on your door.

You release a groan, forcing yourself to your feet.

While you know you’re going to see Jaehyun sometime soon, you definitely don’t expect him to be on your doorstep, and you’re at a loss for words as you stare at him.

“How bad was your final, baby, you’ve got a whole ‘thousand yard stare’ going on,” Jaehyun grins.

“You’re here,” you force out, so shocked that you still don’t know what to say.

“I’m here, and even though your final is done, it looks like you need stress relief.”

A tingle rushes through you, and you nod eagerly, pushing your door open wider so he can enter your apartment.

“How- how was your final?” you ask.

“Wasn’t so bad,” he shrugs, “And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying marine biology is easy, but it’s not physics.” 

“Jae?”

“Uh huh?”

“I’m so exhausted.” The words come out of your mouth and you break a little, your shoulders slumping. “I won’t have results for a couple of weeks and I don’t know if I did well, and I know you have this whole, ‘I’m not a floozy’ running joke thing-”

“Baby, I’m here to fuck you, don’t worry about getting an eighty-six percent, I’m taking care of you right now even if you failed. Do you think you failed?”

“I don’t think so-”

“And you were highest in your whole class on the last test, so let out a breath, shake off the anxiety, and for the first time in two months, let’s just enjoy fucking, okay?”

“Okay.”

You let Jaehyun grab your hand and he leads you to your bedroom. Once there, he begins to kiss you. He cradles you against his chest, and it’s the most passionate lip lock you’ve ever shared with the marine biology major.

His hands stroke your body, and it’s not some quick tearing off of clothes- no, this time, it’s clear he wants to go slow. 

You stroke his muscles, massaging his shoulders through the heavy fabric of his hoodie. The motion makes Jaehyun groan, and he removes the layer, tossing it onto the floor before wrapping you in his arms again.

One of his hands moves to cup your cheek, and he slowly guides you to your bed. He lays you down before getting on top of you. Your thighs wrap around his hips, and you groan at the first amount of pressure on your sleeping short covered core.

The kiss deepens, but it’s not the kind of erratic and eager lip lock, it’s calculated, passionate, and in a way- loving.

Jaehyun cares about you, of that, you are certain. He cares enough to make this experience an act of worship, of self care, to balance out the absolute shit show that was your physics final, and you really appreciate the attention to detail that he’s putting into this.

His hand slips under your shirt, toying with your breast.

You’d been planning on having a nap, so you’re only wearing a shirt and shorts, no underwear or bra, and the sensation of his fingers playing with your nipple is the most relief you’ve had in a week.

You whimper, breaking the kiss to wiggle under him, hoping for more pressure on your pussy.

Jaehyun’s lips move to your throat. “Proud of you,” he whispers. “I’m sure you did well today.”

You don’t even know what to say, all you can do is moan in response, your brain too fried from your exam to think of words.

“Gonna get you naked,” Jaehyun tells you next. “You good with that?”

“Yes, please.”

Jaehyun pulls away, adjusting so he can slip your shorts off. You work on your shirt, and in moments, you’re naked for him. Then, Jaehyun begins to strip, joining you in nudity before getting onto the bed again.

His lips find yours, and his hand slips between your thighs. His fingers tease your clit, making you whimper against his lips.

If this was Jaehyun from three months ago, his cock would already be inside of you, and you’re reminded again that a November full of foreplay has changed your relationship. He’s more caring with you now, and you kind of love it, especially after the day you’ve had.

His digits slip into your pussy, working you open, and his palm continues to put the right amount of pressure on your clit.

His mouth moves to your throat, giving you space to moan and fill the room with sounds of pleasure.

He begins to do the motion he did when he made you squirt, and soon, that pressure in your abdomen is reaching a breaking point. You can feel the small gush as it wets your inner thighs, pleasure consuming you with the release.

Jaehyun descends to your breasts, sucking on your nipple gently before continuing to kiss down- he gets all the way to your pussy, and he pulls out his fingers in favour of licking your slit.

You whimper desperately as he takes position between your thighs, hands massaging the muscles there and keeping you pinned as he eats you out.

When you look down, you notice his eyes are closed. He’s fully immersed in the act of pleasuring you, and it makes everything feel better.

You give in to the sensation, mind going blank, body going numb except for the feeling of intense pressure that’s beginning to build in the pit of your stomach.

His lips suction around your clit, tongue flicking the sensitive bud, and your own hips begin to wiggle. You’re grinding down against his face, breathing hard as your orgasm becomes closer and closer-

There’s a difference between squirting and a clit orgasm, and while squirting had felt really good, this is about to feel even better.

You try not to put pressure on yourself, and that’s something you’ve learned this past month with Jaehyun.

He could stay between your thighs for half an hour and not get upset that you haven’t cum yet- however, you know it won’t take that long.

You give in to the feelings in your body, focusing on the pleasure as it builds and builds-

“Jae,” you whimper. “I’m close!”

He growls against your clit, sucking even harder, and that’s when you explode.

You release a gasp, the tension in your abdomen snapping as your clit begins to throb, sending delicious pleasure surging through your entire form.

Your thighs threaten to close around Jaehyun’s head but he holds you steady, working you through your orgasm.

The feeling of his tongue on your core isn’t one you ever want to give up, and Jaehyun’s the type of man who doesn’t like to lose- no, he continues to eat you out until you’re finished, until you’re pushing at his head, begging for his cock.

“Please, Jae,” you whimper. “I need you so bad.”

“I need you too, baby,” he nods, swallowing thickly as he adjusts on the bed, getting between your thighs again.

He looks down at you as he positions the head of his cock against your pussy. 

There’s a wordless agreement between the two of you as you stare into each other’s eyes, and Jaehyun slowly pushes into you.

You gasp loudly at the stretch, grabbing at his shoulders to steady yourself.

Nothing but fingers have been inside of you for a month, and the stretch is perfect as Jaehyun’s large cock fills up your core.

“Good?” Jaehyun asks with a grin.

“So good!”

His lips find your throat, and he sucks on your sweet spot, making you grip his shoulders even tighter.

Nothing has ever felt this intimate. You’re clinging to Jaehyun like a life line, your hearts trying to push through your pressed ribcages to meet, as if they were always meant to be one.

There are a thousand emotions bubbling up inside of you, but none of them can be vocalized, all you can do is pant in his ear as he lavishes on you, taking away all your stress. 

He begins to fuck you, starting slow as your body adjusts. You can hear him groaning as he licks your sweet spot, the muscles of his shoulders tensing with effort as he holds himself over you.

You get the sneaking suspicion that he’s very much holding back- that this slow build up is torture for the man who hasn’t gotten his cock wet in over a month.

“Let go, Jae,” you whisper, stroking his hair. “Fuck me stupid, you promised you would.”

Jaehyun releases a groan, pulling away from your throat to look down at you. “After all of this, we need to talk.”

“Huh?” your heart sinks in your chest.

“It’s nothing bad,” he’s quick to assure you, obviously having read your scared expression. “Just, fuck- look, I’ve been thinking- this month has proven we can get good marks and also be fucking, be more than fucking- and I just- I was thinking maybe we could try actually dating, if you wanted.” 

“Jae-” your voice cracks.

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Let’s do it,” you nod. “I want to try that with you.”

“Thank god.” You can practically see the relief in the way he exhales, and then he presses his lips to yours, beginning to fuck you even harder.

You wrap your arms tight around his shoulders, kissing him deeply as he rails you. Your whole bed is shaking with each powerful thrust, and the pleasure of his cock inside of you mixes with the emotional ecstasy that had been triggered by the notion of dating.

You seriously feel like you’re on cloud nine, and it’s such a massive contrast to how you’d felt even an hour ago.

This man can change your entire mood, and you kind of love that. All your stress has melted away, because of his targeted effort to lift you back onto your feet after such a devastating final exam. 

He cares about you, you can feel it in the way his hips move, the way his lips caress your own. You can even hear it in his deep groans, all his inhibitions going out the window as he gives himself to you completely.

There’s also something to be said about fucking missionary.

When you’d first had sex, you’d done it doggy, not wanting to be staring at each other, not wanting to feel too emotionally connected as you looked into each other’s eyes-

So much has changed in the best possible way, the two of you pressed chest to chest, pressed so tight it’s as if you want to consume each other.

You’re connected, like puzzle pieces, and each thrust has Jaehyun hitting a spot deep inside of you that makes you feel so completely whole.

You’re both gasping into your kisses now, the tension rising by the second-

“Fuck, I haven’t cum in so long-” Jaehyun groans, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours.

“Then fill me up, Jae,” you whimper, stroking his hair and strong shoulders. “Give me all of it.”

“Fuck.”  

“I want this,” you tell him. “I want you so bad.”

He lets out a shuddery breath, and then he kisses you, grunting deeply- the last three thrusts are powerful yet erratic, and his entire body shivers as he falls over the edge. You can feel him filling you up, shooting rope upon rope of cum deep into your core.

Your legs wrap tightly around his hips, keeping him buried to the hilt inside of you, and you press kisses along his face, stroking his hair.

His orgasm lasts five or so seconds, and you can tell from the tension in his muscles that it’s an intense one. He all but slumps over you when he finishes, breathing hard against your skin as he buries his face by your throat.

“Fuck.”

“You can say that again,” you laugh. 

Usually, when Jaehyun and you finish up having sex, he immediately goes home and you go to shower, but today, you hold him close, keeping him wrapped in your embrace.

Neither of you say anything as you wait for your hearts to slow down, and you continue to press little kisses along his skin.

“How about we shower then cuddle and watch a movie?” you ask.

“Baby,” Jaehyun releases a small chuckle, “I would love that more than anything.”

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🔮 preview. “This is how you inspired me to study when we first started dating,” you point out. “Encourage yourself with pussy. Get some good sucking now, fuck me stupid, and then, use that as fuel to get your studying done.”

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, oral, blow job, hand job, masturbation, use of toy/vibrator, multiple reader orgasms, sucking Jae off while he studies, multiple sex positions, dirty talk, praise, rough sex,  etc…   I petnames. (hers) baby.

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You can tell that Jaehyun is struggling. His end of the year final is coming up, and he’s as anxious as you’ve ever seen him. 

You’ve done your best to support him with studying, but after everything you’ve learned at the start of your relationship last year, you think you might just know the best way to help him focus.

“Jae?” you call, looking at your boyfriend as he studies at the table by your bed. “How’s it coming along?”

He releases a deep sigh. “Not great.”

You approach him, resting against the table. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Probably not,” he groans.

“Are you sure about that?”

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Ok i wanna talk about price's lil wife some more because im obsessed with it obviously

Ik a friend who often joke about getting a divorce for something stupid (her husband was ok with it, they just joke like that, like to make ppl concerned)

But like, imagine if reader does that. Like, oh- dirty laundry on the floor 🤨? Divorce. One dirty cup left in the sink? Divorce. Hogging the blanket? A bit too late te reply text? D I V O R C E.

Of course reader didn't actually mean it and probably giggled as it was said it but i feel like their reaction wont always be what reader expected

These are my fave types of jokes. Nothing like a good running bit

You weren’t even married yet the first time you said it. John brought you the wrong flavor coffee “so you want a divorce?” Was your reaction and suddenly he’s panicked. Looking around for the cameras that have to be recording his reaction. How fast and sincere he apologizes almost made you feel bad but after that he was in on the joke. He doesn’t want take out that night? Divorce. You don’t want to watch the game with him? Divorce. Forgot something on the shopping list? divorce for real. Now you have 3 other husbands. That means 3 times the causes for divorce. Price had been waiting for you to finally pull this joke on his men. He knew they’d panic just like he did the first time. Poor Kyle. He just had to be the one to mess up first. You had asked him to grab you a drink from the fridge when he went in the kitchen and he forgot. “Kyle I think we should get divorced.” Voice monotone and face serious. He is sprinting back to the fridge. He’s on his knees holding the drink out for you like that one knight holding a sword meme. He’s never been so sorry in his life. And now he’s in on the joke. Next is Sweet Innocent Johnny. Accidentally sat on the remote and changed the channel in the middle of your show (you had already seen this episode and it wasn’t even an exciting part). “Oop sorry love let me change it back” “Johnny I think we should get a divorce.” He’s crying. Literal tears pouring from his face. Snot dripping. How did that even happen so fast. Took an hour of you holding him and reassuring it was a joke for him to calm down. Mental note not to play this game with Johnny. Now lastly was Ever Stoic Simon. You were proud of your boys for keeping the joke a secret until you could get Simon too. He made steak and it was a little more rare than you had asked. “Simon I think we should get a divorce.” He turned to look at you and just stared for a moment before responding. “I understand. I’ll clean up and be out in an hour.” Immediately started packing up his things. WAIT for Christ sake Simon it was a joke. Now you’re the one crying like Johnny did. Simon then got a talking to from the rest of the group even tho he still wasn’t sure what he did wrong. “Can’t just leave the missus, Riley!” “It’s what the missus said to do!!”

[agentstarkid]

YOU'RE THE ONE (TO MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND) ✦ AZRIEL

✦ SUMMARY: Azriel prided himself on restraint—on silence, shadows, and secrets. But you, with your unshaken confidence and maddening obliviousness, were testing every last thread of his sanity. As chaos ensues, the Shadowsinger realizes one thing: he might be doomed.

✦ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

✦ WARNINGS: crack fic, archeron!sister (briefly mentioned), miscommunication, angsty fluff and humor (maybe??), obliviousness, azriel is stressed and about to have an aneurysm—azriel fanart by harleetattoos

✦ MAY'S RADIO: this was a fun little experiment 😅 azzie boy is a certified swiftie™ 😆 i hope this is somewhere close to what you had in mind, lili bestie! -> based on this post by @lili-of-the-wildfire 🖤

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Azriel was losing his damn mind.

He had spent centuries perfecting the art of self-control—of mastering his shadows, his emotions, his very existence. But this? This was unraveling him at the seams.

And he was at his limits.

Not the normal limit, like when Cassian got a little too rowdy or Rhysand smirked a little too much. No. This was a whole new brand of suffering.

Since the moment you were thrown into the Cauldron, he had kept his distance—watching, waiting, giving you space to adjust to your new life, to the Night Court, to him. Knowing how difficult it was for your sisters, knowing that maybe you needed time to grieve what you lost.

But you—you seemed fine.

You smiled, you laughed, you trained with Cassian and traded insults with Rhys, you asked Mor endless questions about the best places to visit in Velaris. You were fine.

Except Azriel knew that wasn’t true.

Because he felt it—the crackling in the air whenever he was near you, the way your emotions bled into his own, even when you weren’t looking at him. The bond—the one you were blissfully ignorant of—was there, thrumming between you.

And it was killing him.

Because you didn’t know.

You were testing him in ways he never thought possible.

Which was why you were currently sitting across from him at the dining table, casually eating a pastry, completely unbothered by the fact that every time you so much as breathed, the bond between you screamed at him.

“I was thinking,” you said, licking a crumb from your finger, completely unaware of the way Azriel’s eyes tracked the movement, “maybe I should go to the Winter Court for a while. Just to clear my head, see more of Prythian, you know?”

Azriel’s fork snapped in half.

You blinked at him. “You okay?”

No. No, he was not okay.

“You can’t,” he said, voice tight.

Your brows knitted together. “What do you mean, I can’t?”

“You can’t just—” He took a breath, ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t just leave. You belong here.”

You scoffed. “I belong nowhere, Azriel. That’s kind of the problem.”

He exhaled sharply. “You belong with me.”

“Excuse me?,” your expression twisted in confusion. “Why are you being so weird about this?”

Azriel exhaled sharply through his nose. He had planned to do this delicately, to ease you into it, to find the right words—

That plan was dead.

“You’re my mate.” he rasped, voice strained.

“…Okay?”

Silence.

Azriel just stared at you. His mind short-circuited so violently that his shadows actually stopped moving.

“…Okay?” he repeated, his voice an octave higher than usual.

You shifted on your seat. “Yeah? You seem really stressed about it, though.”

His eye twitched. His shadows twitched. Everything twitched.

Cauldron boil him, you had no idea what it meant.

He inhaled sharply, his wings flaring slightly. “Do you understand what that means?”

You folded your arms. “Is it, like, a fae kink? I mean, I don’t judg–” You tilted your head, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you look like you’re about to have an aneurysm?”

A FAE K—?

He had seen battle. He had been tortured. He had infiltrated enemy territory and survived things that would make even Cassian cry. But this? This was what was going to kill him.

“I—No,” he choked, rubbing his temples like he could physically press the stress out of his skull. “It’s not a kink. It’s a bond. The mating bond.”.

You hummed, swishing the tea in your cup thoughtfully. “Right. So, like… what does that mean, exactly?”

“You don’t know,” he whispered to himself. “You don’t know. No one told you.” He let out a breath that sounded like a mix between a groan and a whimper. “I’m going to kill Rhys.”

His shadows curled and twisted like they were also on the verge of a complete breakdown. “It means we’re soulmates. Destined. Bound by the Cauldron itself. You’re mine.”

You blinked. “I what?”

“You. Are. My. Mate,” he repeated, slower this time, as if you were a particularly dense trainee.

You tilted your head. “So… like an arranged marriage?”

Azriel made a sound that was somewhere between a snarl and a sob. His hands were shaking.

“No,” he gritted out. “It’s deeper than that.”

You frowned. “Like a super intense best friendship?”

“I—NO.”

You hear someone wheezing, barely holding their laughter in—then, moments later, a crash followed by a yelp.

You turned just in time to see a figure darting away, a blur of wings and siphons.

Cassian.

Azriel’s shadows had found him eavesdropping—and, judging by the way he stumbled, they had made sure he regretted it.

Azriel’s eye twitched. He’d deal with him later.

“Was that…? Is he okay?” you asked, glancing toward the door.

Azriel exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’ll live,” he muttered, clearly deciding that his brother’s suffering was not his current priority.

Instead, he turned back to you, inhaling deeply, speaking very slowly. “The bond ties our souls together. It means you’re meant to be with me. It’s why you feel drawn to me.”

Your face scrunched in thought. “Oh.” A pause. “I do feel really attracted to you.”

Azriel’s heart stopped. His wings tensed.

Finally. Finally, you were understanding—

“I thought it was just, you know… female hysteria.”

Azriel.exe stopped working.

You gestured vaguely. “Like, I figured I just had a stupidly big crush on you. Thought maybe it was the trauma or the near-death experience. But the mating bond? That makes so much sense.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Wow, I really thought I was just—”

Azriel inhaled sharply. Fine. If words weren’t getting through to you, maybe this would.

He reached deep into himself and gave the bond a firm tug.

You gasped. A shiver shot down your spine, warmth curling in your chest like liquid sunlight. Your breath hitched, and—Cauldron damn him—you gasped, eyes going huge and then giggled.

Azriel felt his soul crack in half.

You blinked at him, eyes wide with wonder. “Wait, what was that?!” Then, catching the look on his face—his pinched expression and the slight tension in his shoulders—, you gasped again, pointing at him accusingly. “Was that you?!”

Before he could respond, you beamed, wiggling excitedly in your seat. “Oh my gods—do that again. That tickled.”

Azriel was going to pass out. Or throw himself off a balcony. Maybe both.

“I—” He pinched the bridge of his nose so hard it nearly bruised. “You—You don’t just have a crush on me. That feeling? That’s the bond. The Cauldron literally forged us for each other.”

Your smile faltered and you squinted at him. “Are you sure?”

Azriel’s grip on reality was slipping.

“Yes.”

“…Huh.” You sipped your tea. “Neat.”

Azriel’s vision blurred. He was on the verge of blacking out.

Cassian’s laughter echoed from the hallway.

Azriel snarled. “Go away, Cassian.”

More laughter. Then a whispered, “I cannot wait to tell Rhys.”

Azriel inhaled so sharply his chest ached. He turned back to you, shadows writhing. “You do understand what this means, right?”

You smiled. “Of course I do.”

Azriel exhaled in relief.

Then—

“Anyway, as I was saying—I think I’d still like to visit the Winter Court and maybe then the beaches in Summer.” You smiled dreamily. “I could get a nice tan. A little vitamin D never hurt anyone, right?”

Azriel dropped his head onto the table so hard he thought he might develop a second brain injury to match the first one you’d unknowingly given him.

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[vampirq]

⋆ ࣪ ִֶָ . ❀ HOW TLOU + ARCANE WOMEN BRAT TAME YOU.

contain characters: abby anderson. ellie williams. dina woodward. sevika. vi. caitlynn kiramann. mel medarda

3.4k words total, not proofread.

tags: dom! abby. hair pulling. praise. strap-on sex. overstimulation. major teasing. strap referred to as ‘dick.’ mean! ellie. dom! sevika. fingering. edging. grinding. finger sucking. usage of ‘daddy.’ spanking. cunt slapping. oral. thigh riding.

note: yeah .. this is just filth. i’m sorry for any typos or over usage of words, writing this sucked the life out of me.

ABBY ANDERSON

you’ve been pestering abby all night in the kitchen. holding things away from her so she can’t grab them, mocking her when she asks you to do something, even talking back to her. 

abby didn’t feed into too much though. she’d just tell you to ‘cut it out’ or shoot you a warning look and continue cooking. but you weren’t satisfied. you wanted to see her break, see her far you could push her til she had enough. 

so you did just that. 

“what? you gonna glare at me all night, or are you actually gonna do something about it?” you mutter, your voice bitter but that feeling deep down is far from it.

“you’re funny, real funny, babe.” abby stifles a laugh, her tongue poking at her cheek. disappointed with her response, you roll your eyes in frustration, keeping your eyes focused on the way her biceps flex each time she slices an onion. 

you move behind her, your nose adjacent with her neck. your lips press against it then, your tongue licks a messy stripe down to her collarbone. the salt and alcohol from her perfume collecting in your mouth. “mm, you taste good. but you probably already knew that, huh?” 

she lets out a low groan, dropping the knife; a loud clang echoing throughout the room. her hands grip onto the counter while her head hangs between the shoulders, shifting on her feet. 

you open your mouth to say another snarky remark, but they fall on silent lips, choosing to watch her instead.

in a minute, her body turns to yours, her hands rested on your hips and backing you towards a wall. she has a look in her eye, and you can’t differentiate it from frustration or desire. maybe both. maybe neither. maybe she’s just done.

her body clashes with yours. her forearm resting on the wall, the other toying with your waistband.  “you wanna tell me what’s got you acting like this?” her voice is deep, stern, and you know you’ve got her right where you want her. “was me fucking you senseless last night not enough?”

“guess not.” you snap back, earning a growl from abby. 

she lets out another dry laugh and shakes her head. bringing her gaze back up to you, her lips inches apart from yours. “you’ve got five minutes to get on the bed. ass up. naked, and i better not see you touching yourself, understand?” her tone is harsh, it makes you gulp, an inch of fear washing over you.

—

“ngghh, fuck, abby! i can’t, can’t take it—“ your words are cut off with a loud moan. nails digging into the cotton sheets beneath you. 

abby’s pace increases at your pleas. her hips driving into you with more force.  people were not lying when they said her back shots sound like gunshots. “come on, baby. take this dick, fuck yeah.” her head tilts back, a low whine leaving her lips. 

strings of her name tumble out of your mouth like a sacred song. feeling your mind grow foggy as her tip kisses your cervix. your chest lays flat against the bed, the support from your arms being taken away from abby. her hand grabbing both of your arms and holding them behind your back. 

“oh? where’s that attitude now, princess?” the grip she has on you tightens, using it as leverage to pound into you deeper. “‘cause all i hear are a buncha pretty moans.” 

you feel your legs shake, eyes rolling to the back of your head. any attempt at words would just come out inaudible, resulting in a plethora of lewd noises. you couldn’t tell abby you were close, but she knew, she alwaysknew. 

“can feel you squeezing my cock. make a mess all over me, pretty girl.” her permission is the only thing you needed to gush all over the sheets. your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave, sudden and intense. 

she fucks you through it, talking to you and praising you. the grip she had on your arms were gone, but now it was on your hips. her tempo changed from fast, sharp to slow and deep. it allowed you to feel every inch of her easing in and out of you.

the overstimulation came quickly, causing you to thrash and whine. “a-abby, it’s too much. fuck! m’ sorry, won’t be mean again.” you beg, but it’s no use. her hold on you only tightens and she shows no signs of letting up. 

“bullshit, baby. c’mon give me one more, yeah?” 

ELLIE WILLIAMS

you’ve had the biggest attitude all day, and it simply couldn’t be helped. you distanced yourself from ellie, had an underlying tone of annoyance in your words, and gave short responses  when talking. this wasn’t unlike you for this to happen, but ellie was still bothered by it. 

so whenever the two of you returned home from your outing, she sat down on the couch and called you over. reluctantly, you gave in and straddled her lap just like she wanted. 

“alright, c’mon baby. tell me what’s going on.” ellie says, tilting her head to the side and keeping her eyes locked on yours. her hand trailing up your outer thigh, and tracing small shapes. 

“nothing.” your voice comes out blunt and uninterested, shifting your gaze from hers to the wall. 

ellie takes your chin in her pointer finger and thumb. she doesn’t look convinced, her brows furrowed, lips forming into a thin line. you yank your head out of her grip with an exasperated groan. attempting to come off as unbothered, but she sees it in a much different way. 

her eyes darken at your insolence, finding herself grow more impatient with you. her fingers pinch a chunk of your thigh, resulting in a whine and a string of complaints from you. 

“ow, ellie! what the fuck is wro—“ 

“lose the attitude, and talk to me properly. what’s going on with you today?” the grip she has on your thigh tightens, grounding you from any distractions. her stern voice brings out that feeling in your lower stomach, and it takes everything in you to not drop the act completely.

“nothing. i’m just, i don’t know. frustrated?” your eyes fall onto her lips then her biceps. ellie notices immediately, her hardened expression turning into an intrigued one. 

“oh. oh, i see, baby.” she smirks, moving her hand to your jaw and pulling you closer. “you just need me to set that pretty head straight, yeah?” 

your lips part to protest, but you can’t find the words, leaving you silent and dumbfounded. you shift in her lap to relieve the tingly sensation coming from your cunt, but it just earns a chuckle from ellie. 

“that’s what i thought,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side your neck. her hands pull you closer to her, one arm wrapped around your waist the other settled on your jaw. “you act up when you need me. huh, is that it?” 

your cheeks burn at how easily she can see through you. that little persona was nothing but a glass window to her, but you don’t respond. instead, rolling your hips against her lap in search of friction, but ellie’s hands are on you in an instant, keeping you still.

“nah, baby.” her head shakes from side to side, voice becoming low and gravelly. “you don’t get to be a brat all day then take what you want.” 

a frustrated whines leaves your lips, and ellie grins, clearly enjoying this way too much. her hand pulls your shorts and underwear over, exposing your glistening cunt to her. she nearly drools at the sight, dragging a finger through your sopping slit. 

you grind into her hand again, and this time she lets you, thrusting her middle finger in your pussy and feeling your velvety walls clench on her. her wrist moves up and down, keeping her eyes focused on your face. she can tell you’re pleased, but it’s not enough and before you could do anything else, she pulls her hand away. 

“ellie, i— why would you do that?” you pout, giving her those sweet doe eyes. 

she pouts back but with faux sympathy. a hint of arrogance in her tone. “you wanted to act like you run shit, baby. can’t give you everything you want.” 

but eventually she does, and it was worth every second of waiting.

DINA WOODWARD

you’re pushing dina’s buttons tonight— rolling your eyes, scoffing at every little thing she says. you don’t even remember what you said exactly, but whatever it was, it made something inside of her flip.

her expression shifts. the teasing, easy-going glint in her eyes turn sharper. she turns around to face you, each step she takes forward, it’s one you take back until you hit the wall. 

she’s in front of you now— her brown baby hairs tickling the sides of your face. you could feel the heat radiating off of her body, and it only draws you in more. 

you don’t realize she’s talking until her eyes meet yours. “.. think you’re all talk? are you even listening to me right now, babe?” she questions, her voice is condescending but gentle. 

you try to hold your ground, looking past her instead of into her. anything to avoid the confrontation you set yourself up for. but her smirk only widens, planting a hand beside your head and taking your chin in her grasp. 

“you wanted my attention so bad, but now that you’ve got it, you’re silent.” her eyes scan your face, a chuckle surpassing her lips. you feel small under her gaze as if she was belittling you without even trying. 

you glare at her, but your breath stutters when her hand trails along your waist, and her thigh spilts your legs apart. the denim material of her jeans rub against your cunt, and it takes everything in you to not rut against her.

she watches you writhe under her, your muscles tensing to prevent yourself from submitting to her. “what?” her nose ghosts over your jaw, her lips are close to your skin, but not close enough to connect. “had such a mouth on you earlier. sweetheart, what happened?” 

“you act all tough, run your mouth, but the second i get my hands on you?” her low smug chuckle adds to the tension. “s’ like you forgot how to speak.” 

your stomach twists, heat curling and twisting inside of you. fuck, you hate that she’s right. how she could get you pleading with nothing but her voice. you shift on your feet to regain composure, but that was a big mistake. ‘cause now dina’s grinding her thigh into you, pushing your hips down so you have no choice but to take it. 

“y’know, maybe i should fix that.” she muses, like she was actually considering it. “maybe i should stretch you open nice and slow, make you ride my fingers ‘til your begging me to let you cum.”

a small whimper tumbles out of your lips, growing into a moan as she applies more pressure. 

“or maybe, i should take my time with you. keep you on the edge, fucking you but not in the way you want it, make you earn it..” she drags out her words like she’s picturing it. “yeah, think that’s what i’ll do.” 

she presses a deep, loving kiss to the pressure point below you ear, but before you could savor the moment, she pulls away. 

she straightens up, eyes twinkling with amusement at your fucked-out face. then proceed to chirp, “anyways, i’m gonna go get a drink. need anything?” 

you don’t respond, you stand there. staring and trying to process everything that just happened, yet she just grins and throws you a wink over her shoulder before walking off. 

SEVIKA

“keep counting, slut.” sevika’s voice echoes throughout the walls of your shared bedroom, blending with the sharp crack of her palm against your bare ass. 

“f-five,” you manage, voice broken and shaky. your legs jerk up when another smack lands—harder this time, ripping a whine from your throat.

the globes of your ass were painted a nice red. each slap stinging more than the last— a new found arousal pooled out of you and onto her hand. she uses your slick as lube, coating it in her finger and thrusting into your sopping hole. 

“ohh, fuck! you feel so good, vika,” she silences your moans with her fingers, stuffing her middle and ring into your mouth. 

“i know, baby. daddy just makes you feel good even when you don’t deserve it, yeah?” her voice, her touch, it intoxicates you, your mind being filled with nothing but sevika. each touch of hers feels electric. the sensitivity on your cunt spiking due to her spanking.

she lets out a low chuckle at the way your tongue swirls around fingers, greedily sucking them into your mouth. she pushes them further into you, her knuckles colliding with your lips. then, pulling them out slowly, smearing it all over your chin before landing a soft slap to your cheek. 

“so needy for me,” she murmurs, her fingers never faltering as they plunge into you again. her other hand finds your throat, wrapping around it, just firm enough to make your breath hitch. “this is what you wanted, huh? to be fucked stupid? to let me turn you into my perfect little fucktoy?”

you hum, nodding weakly, your lashes wet, eyes heavy—but they roll back completely when she curls her fingers just right.

she slams harder into you, deeper. her fingertips kissing your g spot with every thrust. your legs start to shake, and the grip you have on the sheets tightens. broken noises of sevika’s name tumbling out of your mouth. 

but she stops, and it’s so abrupt you start tearing up. 

“oh doll, don’t cry.” she coos with faux sympathy, sarcasm dripping in her words. “you’ll get your fill soon enough.” 

her palm strikes your ass again, the impact sending a jolt straight to your cunt. she watches it jiggle, drags her fingers over the heated skin, eyes dark with amusement.

“but i didn’t say stop counting, did i?”

VI

“oh, come on, vi. that’s all you got?” you tease, your wrists are pinned firmly above your head. you’ll admit, it’s actually pretty hard to move considering the amount of force she’s using, but she doesn’t need to know that. “seems pretty weak to me, love.” 

vi’s face darken at your words, her pupils draining the color from her eyes. her brows twitch, jaw tightens, and she exhales a slow breath, like she’s trying real hard to be patient. 

“you done?” her voice is steady and firm, her eyes glued onto your face, watching for any signs of regret. but there is none, and she knows that when she sees the corner of your lips quirk up in a smile. 

“nop—“ before you could get the word out, you were flipped onto your stomach. your face smushed against the pillows, vi’s arm wrapped around your waist, restraining any sudden movements. then, her palm strikes down hard on your ass, the sharp slap echoing throughout the room. 

“yeah?” another slap. harder, hotter. “still wanna talk shit?”

your breath shudders, body tensing under her. stubbornly, you bite down on your bottom lip to hold back a whimper. bad call. ‘cause now, she’s doing anything she can to draw out those noises from you. 

you feel the grip on your hips shift to the back of your thighs. her lips ghost over your clothed cunt,  grazing over the soaked material. “shit, baby. you’re so fucking wet. is all this from being thrown around?” she questions, but you don’t respond. so she tries gain with a different approach— pulling your panties to the side and licking a firm stripe up your folds. 

that’s what gets you to break, a small whine leaving your lips. you press your hips back on her, chasing more pleasure than what she’s giving you. she lets you use her for a bit, lets you move your hips in a circle on her tongue, even prodding your hole with it. but it’s not long ‘til she backs away. 

“you want my mouth, don’t you?” she asks, tone mocking and condescending. still, you don’t respond. she lands a sharp slap to your cunt, the juices stringing off of her fingers. “what was that? didn’t hear you, babe.” 

your pride cracks, the urge to be fucked taking over your stubbornness. “yes, yes— please just touch me.” your cheeks heat up at your own words, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. 

she smirks at that. using her thumbs to spread apart your hole, watching it clench from her touch. she sucks in a breath, her tongue coating her lips in saliva. her lips dance over your folds again, but this time she submerged her mouth in your pussy. the word “good girl.” humming against your aching core.

CAITLYNN KIRAMANN

caitlyn’s been nose deep in her books all day, barely sparing a glance at you. it’s frustrating, all you wanted was some attention from her and she wasn’t even giving you that. so, you took matters into your own hands. 

you strode over to the lounge chair she was sitting in, your footfalls light to not disturb her reading. your body stood huffing in front of her, and she didn’t even look up. you lifted her hands up from her book and sat down in her lap. 

“need something?” she asks, her posh accent breaking through. 

yeah, your fucking attention. you thought, but remained quiet, only giving her a small hum in response. she wrapped her arm around your torso and rested her head over shoulder, continuing to read that stupid book.

you shift in her lap, finding the spot that catches your clit perfectly, and when you do, strings of small whines pour out of your lips. caitlyn notices but doesn’t say anything, instead she bounces her leg to increase the pleasure. 

“c-cait,” you whine, biting down on her shoulder to silence your moans. the pace of your hips grinding against her picks up. “cait, please. i, i need you.” 

she gives you a hum of acknowledgement, but still paying you no mind. you start to get irritated, she had a whole girl in her lap, yet she was focused on some words on a paper. your whimpers grow more louder, more needy in hopes of her giving you what you want. but when your kisses and bites start becoming intense, she breaks. 

the book slams shut, the sound of it hitting the floor is like music to your ears. her head lifts up off her shoulder to meet your eyes. her composed face being a huge contrast to your desperate, pleading one. 

“darling, you couldn’t even wait until i was finished?” she muses, tilting her head and sharpening her eyes. “had to come grind in my lap like a poor dog in heat?” 

you know she’s talking down at you, but you can’t help the small moan that escapes your lips.  “m’ sorry. just wanted you’re attention, s’ all.” your words are slurred as your orgasm builds up, using the small amount of strength to keep your eyes open. 

“i know, baby, i know.” her hand comes up to cup your jaw and draws your face closer to hers. “i’ll help you, sweetheart. make you feel real good.”

MEL MEDARDA

“you know, maybe if you weren’t sitting around looking pretty all day, you’d actually know how to fuck me properly.” the words tumble out faster than you expected, earning a raised eyebrow from mel. 

she sits her wine glass on the table, and gets up to make her way over to you. each step she takes is calculated, deliberate, and it makes you start to regret your words. her frame stands in front of you, her hazel eyes piercing down into yours. 

“repeat yourself, dear. go ahead.” she tilts her head when she talks to you. 

your throat bobs, and your mouth goes dry. but you square shoulders, refusing to let her see the effect she has on you. “you heard me.” 

mel huns, a soft knowing sound, as if she’s already bored of this game you’re playing. then she leans down, hands settling on each side of you, caging you in the couch.

“i did,” her voice is still silk, still calm, but there’s something different about her tone. it has a underlying tone of danger, warning. her fingers trace along your jaw. her touch is featherlight and delicate like you’ll break from the slightest amount of pressure. 

“so tell me, love—“ she takes your jaw in hand, forcing your eyes to meet hers. “—how exactly would you like to be fucked?” 

your breath catches, body tensing under her touch, but she doesn’t give you time to answer before her hand slides between your thighs. her touch is light, barely there—nothing more than a ghost of pressure on your clothed core.

“like this?” she asks, mocking, her fingers glide up and down at torturous pace. “soft? slow?” 

you look up at her with half lidded eyes, her words hanging heavy in your head. her grip tightens—the warmth of her hand suddenly gone, only to be replaced with a sharp slap to your inner thigh. you flinch, and mel just smiles, tilting her head as if she’s studying you. 

“or maybe—” she leans in, lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice nothing but a whisper, ”—you’d prefer i throw you over this couch and remind you exactly what i’m capable of?”

your stomach flips, heat pooling low in your gut, but you force yourself to hold your ground, lips curling into a smirk.

“talk is cheap, mel.”

her expression doesn’t change—not at first. but then, slowly, a smirk of her own tugs at her lips.

“oh, darling—” she breathes, her fingers suddenly wrapping around your throat, firm, tilting your head back against the cushions.

her thumb presses just right, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch, enough to make your head spin.

”—you should know by now that i never just talk.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hello icon ✨Could we have a poly!wolfstar x reader where she thinks that they are mad at her for something (or they could actually be a bit miffed) and it just a bit of hurt comfort with cuddles and kisses at the end😔🙏🏻

Thank you for requesting <3

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1.3k words

You’re being weird. 

The three of you are doing a puzzle, which usually captivates your attention but never Sirius’, which is how he’s so very aware of how little attention you’re actually paying to the puzzle. You keep glancing at Sirius, at Remus, like you’re nervous about something. You’ve been like this all day. It’s in and out, sometimes waning like you’ve forgotten to be anything but normal, but Sirius has a keen gauge for tension. He can sense it every time it ticks back up.

You’re pretending to look for sky pieces, though Sirius suspects you forgot what color the sky in your puzzle was a while ago. He feels like you’re building to something, and it makes his skin itch. Remus is too absorbed in his tree bark pieces to notice—the nerd—so it’s up to Sirius to get it out of you. Luckily, James has always said that Sirius is a master of tact. 

“What’s wrong with you?” 

You were halfway to sneaking another glance at him, and you react as though you’ve been struck, jumping a little where you sit on the rug by the coffee table. “What? Nothing.” 

“Well, that was very believable.” Sirius smiles to take some of the bite out of it. “Come on, you have me on the edge of my seat. What’s got you all worked up?” 

“I am not worked up,” you insist, though your expression says otherwise. 

Remus appears confused, but he notices your guilty eyes as well. “What’s happening?” he asks.

“Nothing,” you say again. 

“Clearly something,” Sirius counters. 

Your lips press together, corners downturnt. You’re not looking at either of them.

“Hey.” Sirius softens his voice. “What is it? You’re freaking me out, babe.”  

This only seems to distress you further. “I wanted you not to freak out,” you say.

“Sweetheart, about what?” Now Remus sounds worried too, though the look he gives you is more patient than anything Sirius could ever manage. He ducks his head to catch your gaze. 

After a moment of looking at him, your shoulders droop. “Okay.” Your voice has quieted. “Just a second.” 

Sirius’ anxiety ratchets as you stand, going down the hall towards your room. 

“Why does it feel like she’s going to bring us back a school report?” he murmurs to Remus. 

Remus shakes his head, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. “No idea.” 

When you return, it is with papers, though Sirius doesn’t at first know what they are. 

“This came this morning,” you say in that same resigned voice, laying them down on the coffee table as you sit back down next to Sirius.

With Sirius and Remus on opposite sides they can’t both read the text at once, and Remus picks them up first. Sirius spots you bringing your hand to your mouth and reaches for it silently, drawing it away before you can start chewing your fingernails. Your nervousness is making him nervous. He pushes his thumb up the lines of your palm. 

“Oh,” Remus hums. 

“Remus,” Sirius says, in a tone that clearly communicates if somebody doesn’t start talking I’m going to throw a wobbly. 

“It’s the gas bill,” says Remus. He’s making his old man face, where he leans away slightly and squints like he needs glasses. Ordinarily Sirius would tease him for it, but he’s not in the mood. “Bit high.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say in a small voice. 

Sirius looks at you. Frowning, your hand still trapped in his. “Why are you sorry?” 

“Is this…” One glance at Remus, and it’s clear Sirius is now the one lagging in understanding. “Is this because you left the oven on?” 

Your expression says enough. 

Oh, well. In fairness, Sirius had thrown a bit of a wobbly over that. 

It was weeks ago. You made cookies just before bed. They were warm, gooey, the perfect precursor to sleep and an excellent excuse, in Sirius’ opinion, to trade chocolate-flavored kisses until all three of you were snoozing on your pillows. It hadn’t been until he and Remus were making breakfast the next morning that Remus smelled the gas. You’d come out of the bedroom, confused, to find them throwing open windows and calling the fire department for advice. Your gas oven had been left on all night. 

You felt awful. Your boyfriends gave you an appropriate amount of shit for it, but it was only thoughtless, not malicious. Your apartment hadn’t blown up. The smell drifted away within a few minutes, and in all honesty Sirius was left feeling a bit bad that what began as you trying to make them all happy had resulted in you being so thoroughly chastised. But it had been let go. 

Until now, evidently. 

“I can pay it,” you offer meekly. “The difference, or all of it.” 

Remus sighs, rubbing his brow. “Dove…” 

“Let me see that.” Sirius reaches with the hand not holding yours. Remus gives it to him. He finds the total quickly. “This isn’t even that high.” 

Okay, it’s a bit high. But genuinely, Sirius was expecting worse. 

“It’s my fault,” you mumble. 

“Baby, is this what you’re all wound up about?” Sirius sets the papers down to gawk at you. “Really? I thought something happened.” 

You’re shrinking, your hand tense in his. “Something did happen.” 

“Yeah, a whole month ago!” 

“Sirius,” Remus murmurs, in a tone Sirius knows to mean you’re not helping. He asks you, “Did you think we would be angry with you?” 

Spiderweb cracks spread through your expression. Your mouth wobbles. 

“Oh, you absolute moron.” Sirius grabs for you with both hands, hauling you into his lap. 

“Pads.”

“You ridiculous, sweet idiot.” He kisses your head. Once, twice, three times. “Why’d you have to go and get all worked up? You got me worked up, silly thing.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say weakly. 

“Alright, that’s enough apologizing,” Remus says gently. Underneath the coffee table, a socked foot bumps into Sirius’ leg before presumably finding yours. Sirius grins. Remus is tactile in the oddest ways sometimes. Like a cat. 

He loves you both so very much. God, you really had him going. He feels liable to squeeze the life out of you. 

He satiates the urge by kissing you all over your face until you look significantly less upset. You look at Sirius with tentative relief, the beginnings of a smile curled up in the corner of your mouth. 

He’s about to ask you again how you could be so stupid, but Remus speaks first. Probably for the best. 

“It really won’t be so much more for each of us once we split it,” he says, looking again at the bill. 

That guilty look is back on your face. Sirius gives you a squeeze in hopes of banishing it. “I can get it,” you say. “It wouldn’t be there if I hadn’t been so…if I hadn’t left the oven on.” 

“You don’t need to punish yourself,” Remus tells you. “It’s all right.” 

You fidget. “I feel like you should probably be angrier with me.” 

“We already have been angry with you,” Sirius points out. “We got over it. Time to move on, babe.” 

“It was a mistake.” Remus’ gaze is steady. Knowing. “It was scary, but it happens. You shouldn’t be angry at yourself for us, lovely.” 

You look to be gnawing the inside of your lip. “Are you sure?” you ask. 

Sirius scoffs. “I can be angry without anyone’s help, thank you.” Then, at your wary look, “But I’m not angry about this.” 

Slowly, the tension Sirius has been sensing seeps out of you. You relax in a way you haven’t all day long. 

Remus notices, too. “Sweetheart,” he sighs, in a soft, fond voice. “Talk to us next time, okay?” 

“I know, sorry.” You give him a sheepish look. “I was going to. I just really thought you’d be upset.” 

“Yeah, well.” Sirius kisses your head, sharing an eye roll with Remus. “Shows what you know.”

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika having baby fever

synopsis: after waking up from a rather unexpected dream, sevika’s been a little bit more handsy than usual, as well as suggesting ideas you never would’ve thought would come out of her mouth. but you’re not against it.

tags: mentions of pregnancy, top!sevika, bottom!reader, breeding kink, strap-ons, daddy kink.

notes: just a small little drabble because the idea of sevika having baby fever enticed me, also don’t ask me about the back to back horny posting I don’t know what took over me either.

the idea of a child never appealed to sevika.

it’s not that she hates kids, she was actually quite neutral about them. she found them adorable, but not having one wasn’t something she’d consider a loss

so she doesn’t understand where the goddamn dream came from.

it came to her in a blur, but one moment she was in deep slumber, her vision engulfed in darkness then the next, your face suddenly showed. this wasn’t the first time she’s dreamt about you, as a matter of fact you’re a reoccurring actress in almost all of her dreams. specifically the lewd ones.

and in this dream you stayed relatively the same. your hair was still at its familiar length, along with the crookedness of your smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

the difference was the shape of your tummy. as her dream continued her mind began to pick up the alterations of your body, how your stomach was fuller, and not in the way it usually is after you ate a full meal and end up a bit bloated. no, it was rounder.

perplexed, she walked closer to you and it was then she picked up on the setting her mind conjured up. it was your shared bedroom, but as she looked past you, she noticed a little addition in the corner between the closet and the window.

a small, wooden crib.

inside there were small baby pink pillows and a linen blanket with floral patterns embroidered on the material. plushies of varying animals could be seen inside as well.

as her eyes scanned the display, your soft voice finally broke her out of her reverie:

“you excited, honey?” you asked, your eyes fluttering up at her, and there was a glow to your face that she couldn’t quite place. you were radiant, and she was enthralled.

your hands smoothen over your belly before you reached up and touched her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice merely a whisper “thank you for making me a mommy.”

she woke up in cold sweat that night.

ever since she’s been acting weird around you. asking you certain questions that raised an eyebrow or two, being extra handsy whenever you’re in the kitchen and she’d sneak up behind you, wrap her strong arms around your waist, which she’s always done whenever you were washing the dishes or cooking, but this time you noticed her hands were extra attentive to your belly.

how her palm would smooth over your midsection, kissing the pulse point below your ear, and nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. holding you in a way as if she was scared that at any moment, you’d slip away.

yeah, something was definitely up with her.

you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the issue was but you’d notice how her attention would drift off to certain things she never would’ve paid any mind back then.

you noticed it when you went to the market and brought sevika with you, too busy scanning the aisles of fresh vegetables that you didn’t pick up on the way sevika’s eyes wandered elsewhere.

specifically to the little kids playing far off into the distance chasing each other around with huge smiles on their faces, making sevika’s chest flutter and she was so fixated on the sight that her ears drowned out your voice and didn’t even notice you were calling out her name.

“sev,” you snapped your fingers in front of her face which finally caught her attention “are you there? I was asking if you’d like chicken soup for dinner?”

she cleared her throat and just nodded “y-yeah, it’s up to you, honey.”

you weren’t dumb. you noticed where her eyes drifted to and it was only a matter of time before the topic was brought up. but of course, she was stubborn, not to mention quite shy when voicing out her interest on a matter as serious as children.

regardless, you persisted.

“something bothering you, baby?” you asked her as you settled in bed late one night.

she shook her head “no, I’m fine.”

you hummed, your hands rubbing her forearms as you moved to straddle her lap.

“it doesn’t seem like you are. you’ve been distracted.” you said as you leaned down to pepper kisses down her neck “you know you can tell me anything…”

her chest tightened at your soft tone before she finally lets out a sigh “I had a dream a few nights ago.”

you listened intently as you motioned with your head for her to continue.

“it was weird because the idea never even crossed my mind before but… I dreamt you were pregnant. with my child. it’s crazy, I know. it’s not like it’s possible anyways but… I just can’t it get out of my mind.”

“the thought of having kids?”

she nodded as her flesh hand gripped your waist “and just… you. carrying my child. fuck baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

her voice dropped several octaves lower as she recalled the entire dream by memory “your belly was round, and you were glowing. you know that pregnancy glow they talk about? you had that. and your tits were all swollen and you looked so happy…”

you bit your lip as you started grinding lazily on her thighs, and you swore her eyes darkened.

“yeah? you liked the idea of knocking me up, honey?” you whispered, leaning down to press your mouth against hers “like the idea of making me a mommy?”

it was as if she was transported back to that dream, and she couldn’t help the primal need that suddenly uncoiled inside her hearing your words and how pliant you became.

“you like the idea?” she asked, her tone husky and it took a while for you to answer as you pondered.

after a minute or two, you nodded “if I’m being honest, it never crossed my mind either. thinking about it now though…”

her palm gripped your ass, making you squirm as she sat up a little so her face was closer to yours.

“you wanna have my kid, sweetheart?“ she asked “be my little housewife who walks around taking care of our baby while I go out and provide for our family?“

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped sevika’s shoulders.

“please daddy,”

and that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face pushed against the mattress as sevika plowed in and out of you with her strap. your juices dripping off her cock as she throws her head back and moans, the harness hitting her clit just right and causing the perfect amount of friction.

she reaches forward and takes you by your hair and pulls “that’s it. take it. take it for me, mama. such a good cunt that’s gonna take all my cum. you’re gonna take it won’t you?”

you nodded, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth “please, daddy. it feels so good.” you were basically slurring your words at this point and sevika couldn’t help but chuckle at your state. so cock drunk as she took you by your arms, and held you up so your back was against her chest.

she gripped both your tits with her flesh and mech hand, the cold texture of her metal fingers pinching your nipple and a shiver ran down your spine at the sensation. all the while you jostled violently in her hold as she kept hammering into you.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, reaching down with her right hand as she fingered the hood of your clit and rubbed, making you cry out “gonna fill it to the brim with my cum so you’ll have no choice but to carry my fucking kid. you will won’t you, sweetheart?”

you panted heavily as the fast strokes of her fingers and the harsh thrust of her cock inside you made your head spin “daddy, please. fuck. it feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum. put a baby inside me please. make me a mommy.”

“oh, I’m gonna give it to you, alright. I’ll have one, two, three and heck, ten fucking children running around this house by the time I’m done with you.” beads of sweat slid down her forehead as she felt the throes of her orgasm approaching.

“because that’s all you’re good for right? to have your tight little cunt stuffed and bred?”

your climax tore through you so hard all you could do was whine in a silent cry, meanwhile sevika kept battering in and out of you still as your slick pooled down your thighs, the loud smacking of wet skin filling the room as she chased her own release.

“that’s it…” she muttered, holding you close “if only I could, I’d fuck this pussy just enough to get you pregnant on the first try.”

you sighed, blissful as you continued to let sevika use you, thinking if she really could. you’d let her.

over and over and over again.

[uselessgay10101]

I'm all for a good peaceful protest! ...but we've seen both in the present day and in the past that those are a fucking ✨️Luxury✨️

I get being mad and/or angry❗️I was too when I was barely getting to know more about protesting and the nature of them❗️

It's bloody ridiculous they even has to be a thing and infuriating ppl are so blinded by their hatred that they don't use the things that make us better than animals (speech, consciousness, so on-)

Do you all remember the man set himself on fire outside Trump trial in Manhattan in protest for Gaza? Yeah. On. FUCKING. Fire.

I hate that. That disgusts me. Not bc he killed himself but bc he saw that barbaric and disgusting act as the ONLY OPTION HE HAD!

If you believe that peaceful protests are enough to stand against these titans you really need to truly open your eyes to the people we're trying to stop.🛑🛑🛑

I don't like violence. I actually fucking hate it. I wish it never become a thought. In ANY way.

But we don't live in that better world.

YET.

And while it's probably a long way off I want to help create that world where people don't have to literally fucking kill themselves to say "this needs to stop"

I'm sorry if i made you angry.. Really I am.. I'm sorry...

But you have to understand that in this world as of now needs violent protests to order to be HEARD.

Is that right? No of course not!

But that's reality unfortunately. the reality we live in until WE change it..

Holding up snarky signs doesn't seem to be working.

For me, it isn't about whether this action is appropriate or not. It's about how this kind of action is inevitable.

I'm going to let Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. explain in a quote no one seems to post during his annual holiday.

"It is not enough for me to stand before you tonight and condemn riots. It would be morally irresponsible for me to do that without, at the same time, condemning the contingent, intolerable conditions that exist in our society. These conditions are the things that cause individuals to feel that they have no other alternative than to engage in violent rebellions to get attention. And I must say tonight that a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it America has failed to hear?"

If you only speak up about a supercharger catching fire and ignore the unheard, you are prioritizing a thing over people.

[tiramissyoucake]

hi, I have a viltrumite mark request! do the gifts that he gives reader vary or to him they’re all the same? like if he’s really trying to impress her and get her on board with producing heirs, is he trying to get her the most valuable gifts he could salvage after his conquest or would he not know the value of the things he’d taken? idk if this makes sense but i love your writings about him :)

Tysm!! And IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE. He regrets destroying earth too thoroughly, there's nothing to salvage to give to you, even if there was there's a chance you'd just become more upset at the memory of what once was.

A shiny gem or two from a desecrated eco-system, pretty robes that survived fires that swallowed whole towns, anything he deemed too beautiful to be destroyed would be taken back, just like how he did with you when he saved you from the sinking ship that was earth

Though this gives me a blurb idea for a Stockholm syndrome type thing *rubbing hands together mischievously*

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The doors to the bedrooms creaked open, your hands pausing from toying with a gem he brought back from a planet. (One that reflects everything it shows, you saw a glimpse of his smile as he picked it up, a fire, bloodshed, beautiful but daunting.)

"I'm home, love." He announced immediately upon seeing you, setting aside some sort of satchel and walking to you, throwing away the extravagant cape and cupping your cheek to give you a brief kiss, a happy noise vibrating from his lips briefly before he parted. "I have something for you."

'Oh, joy.' You mentally rolled your eyes, glancing up from where you were sitting. "Don't you think I have enough...?" You gestured to a full closet, a vanity littered with jewels you didn't even know existed.

"No, you'll want this, trust me." He took the satchel from where it was tossed, kneeling infront of you and opening it up. "I returned to whatever remained from Earth, and... you'll be happy to know that I missed a few spots."

Mark smiled as he brought out a few rectangular shapes; the familiar scent of paper albeit yellowed, the appearance of worn edges and cracked spines. Books. Actual books. By human authors.

Your expression lit up with.. something, he couldn't discern it as he put the books down in your hands as you shuffled through them, blinking rapidly as if this was a dream.

Familiar titles you've seen in bookshops returned to you, 3 parts from 'Before the Coffee Gets Cold', 'Pride & Prejudice', 'Dracula', collections of short stories, compendiums, you saw more small books between thicker ones.

You thought you'd be angry, yet you felt strangely happy to finally feel something you were familiar with.

"Do you like it?" His smile was so big it almost hurt his cheeks, your expression gave him hope. "Alien books aren't in a scripture you can read, a-and I know there isn't much to do around here when I'm gone..."

"It's perfect." It was so small, it was almost miniscule, you're supposed to be crying, angry to be reminded of your destroyed home. "I.. I'm really happy about this, this may be the best gift you've ever given me."

This was the most Mark has ever gotten from you, the most gratitude that felt genuine. "Books, hah..! Okay! Books, I'll get you more books! Earth books! I'll scour the entire galaxy for any remains of Earthen artifacts!" He monologued excitedly, his heart soaring as you set the books down and looked up at him.

"You look beautiful when overjoyed, I should've done this– mmf!" For once, you initiated contact yourself. Lips pressing against his, Mark melted into a moan as his arms looped around you, leaning up to take more from you.

"Thank you— I don't know how to explain but... thank you—" He shushed you, kissing the corner of your lips, your cheek, your forehead.

"I understand, there's nothing like... home." He begrudgingly called that failing planet your home, as opposed to Viltrum's accommodations. "You know... maybe you could read some of these to our children, in the future."

Your vulnerability was what he was waiting for, a chance to strike to bring up the conversation again. "You're kidding, I don't know if kids can read these..." You were too caught up in the worn cut-up corners of the book to use your usual mind-games, sighing. "... Mark, thank you."

You didn't notice the suspicious smile, the lidded dark gaze that appeared on his face as he stood up while you decided on which book to read. "You're welcome. You're always welcome, love."

[natalchartnurtures]

Pick-A-Cat GIF: Why Do People Stare At You?

Let's expose the people who stare at you *evil laughs * hehe

Paid readings now available for everybody!

Intention set for the reading: "I want this to be a feel good pick a card to uplift anybody that comes across it. I want their lower three chakras to get a healing boost after reading this pick a card. I want the messages in here to be clear honest and oh so fun to read.

Thank you so much spirit team for helping me do this and help my collective. I lysm <3

Let's begin!"

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Pile 1:

Ok. You a domestic queen/king/non-binary royal. Even if you don't identify as one.

Why you ask? Because sweetie, there's something DEEPly satisfying about watching you go about your mundane day. Doing your lil mundane chores and things. You give off a cozy Bilbo Baggins typa vibe it's almost as if you seem so content being in your lil bubble and living your life that it begs for the attention of people who struggle with inner peace. This is why a lot of people who stare at you, stare at you. They wanna know your secret formula to what they're calling inner peace, cuz you look like somebody who's sooooo CONTENT with their own life and their own shi- and their own company. Keep in mind that this doesn't necessarily mean your life is inherently good all the time like you could have everything going wrong in your life and still handle it like a damn Pro and come out on the other side feeling better than before. You alchemize. Consciously or not, you do. And you do it naturally. Let me tell you something, this alchemical-bouncing-back-from-anything mentality IS your source of infinite inner peace. People who stare at you actually pick up on this nature of yours on a very subconscious level without even realizing and boy.. do they desperately wanna know your "secret" which is basically your alchemy. Lmao. So good luck to anybody who tries to understand you, they're gonna have a tough time tryna understand alchemy as a muggle

A lil rant: NO shade to anybody who's not on the spiritual journey but hey I gotta call it out EXACTLY how it is. Your wisdom was hard 👏🏾 earned 👏🏾 so it's gonna take MORE than just overnight to understand you and your alchemical nature. Like am I wrong?

End Of Rant

I think you get it by now. Your vibe is why people stare at you. It's like you ✨️bewitch✨️ people with your ability to "never get stressed" (at least on face value) no matter what life seems to throw at you. This tells me that most people who stare at you are people who see you in public spaces fairly regularly (like a class or a park near where you live etc) and they don't know you very well?

You have a lotta strangers taking respite in your beauty. Staring at you could be like an escape almost.. like taking a sip from that well of infinite inner peace .. gosh you have a very beautiful aura pile 1, hehe and I love and adore that.

It seems to me like you're angelic.. a white aura or light blue one almost.. you exude very high vibrational energy which makes sense cuz a lot of high vibe people get stares for simply existing! Cuz they move differently through life.

Pile 1, you take the proverbial road less taken- the path of spiritual alchemy and face your darkness and this allows you to MOVE DIFFERENTLY and respond different to life than most people. This. THIS is why people stare at you. My sweet, <insert your name> 😊

Any physical/personality traits that people admire:

👉🏾 You may look very cute in your overall appearance which makes you VERY endearing to look at haha. You're cute like a hobbit is. Maybe your shorter than average? Love my fellow Short Queens Tehe ✨️

👉🏾 Even tho you seem very cute, you have eyes of a SAGE of like fucking YODA or something cuz goddamn they deep af. People are MESMERIZED by this duality they sense in you. Love to see it.

👉🏾 You have an air of authenticity to you. You care if you really care, don't if you really don't. No BS typa first impressions when people look at you.

👉🏾 You might strong looking g features that's very beautiful. Like strong looking legs, or strong looking hands, or strong facial features too? Your beauty is kinda Tate McRae's if I'm being honest.. that's what I'm picking up on.. it feels so lovely to sit in ><

And with that were done with your reading for today!

Thank you so very much for reading!

I love you soooo much 🫶🏾🫂

Have yourself a nice rest of your day, now and see yaaaaa <3

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Pile 2:

Whoa when I was starting your reading I accidently asked spirit "What makes my pile number 2s attractive?" instead of "What makes people stare at my pile 2s?"

So you have your answer right there.

People stare cuz you is attractive ok? 💅🏾 I'm getting a strong vibe that you already know this but kinda don't care? Cuz like there's more to you than meets the eye (kinda like in the case of Marilyn Monroe) and you seem to know this too so you're like "yea ik I'm cute, whatever" haha I love itttt sooo much. You a lil miss diva ✨️

Have you ever heard of Brown Magic by Twinjabi? It's BLASTING in my ears as I'm channeling for you right NOW lol this is, again, pointing to me how people find you really attractive.

~Oh and keep in mind, you don't have to be a brown girl to relate to the song :p ~

It's ridiculous how many pages you got all at once. This is telling me that you have this child-like vibe to you. You seem carefree and ~oh so~ positive in the way you look at things, at life. Your energy seems very light just like a child. You embody your inner child really well and this CATCHES people's attention like it's nobody's bussiness. You could really do a lot of work around healing your inner child and your connection to her/him which is helping you sustain your natural curiosity, wonder for life and that pure essence.. Alot of people who stare at you do so cuz they've most probably lost touch with their own inner children. They look to you as a source of light that they struggle to connect with themselves.

And you know what that means-

You trigger people ALOT.

You get stares from some people who are jealous of you and want what you have (your connection to your inner child and GodSource) but WITHOUT putting in the work necessary like excuse me?! Back off. My dear sweet <insert your name> doesn't need your stank ass energy rn.

This. This right here is why you also have a very strong field of divine protection around you. And because you're so protected, you have this untouchable reputation which is ironically why people like to stare at you. They feel like staring at you is the only way they can be close to you. Gosh.

You are naturally a very open and welcoming person but spirit makes sure your safe WHILE being so open and trusting of life and people which is why very few (best of the pack) people are allowed into your "circle" so to speak. Love that for you 😌✨️

You seem to have a very strong root chakra, pile 2. People stare at you cuz you give off "rich girl/guy vibe" (don't matter if you are actually financially comfortable or not) it's just. your. VIBE. It's very abundant because of that open and functioning root chakra! So whatever work you've been doing just know that's it's PAYING OFF really nicely heheheheh (good job pile 2! Root chakra work ain't easy)

Any physical/personality traits that people admire:

👉🏾 Your. HAIR.

👉🏾 If you wear red you may feel like people can't take thier eyes off you BECAUSE THEY ACTUALLY CAN NOT. You rock red like nobody's bussiness tehe ❤️

👉🏾 Not just red, any kind of dark feminine aesthetic like black cat makeup, edgy/alternate aesthetics or darker clothes etc brings out your beauty and people who stare at you can't get enough of that lmao

👉🏾 You have a earthy vibe which makes you feel very pleasing to look at (in a luxurious way)

👉🏾 People might find it hard to recognize your ethnicity or your accent cuz you give ethnically ambiguous in the best, most attractive of ways ✨️

And with that were done with your reading for today!

Thank you so very much for reading!

I love you soooo much 🫶🏾🫂

Have yourself a nice rest of your day, now and see yaaaaa <3

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Pile 3:

You have the 9 of pentaches and the empress out as your first two cards. Need I say more?

You are STUNNING to look at. You wear amazing clothes. You're in your divine feminine energy, hell, you COMMAND energy like an EMPRESS does.

The power you hold is exactly why people stare at you.

They can't help but stare at you. Bro, your energy BECKONS for attention even if you don't want it.

I'm getting a feeling that you like to stay low key and just chill like because I'm getting a very Miss Independent vibe from you which is well deserved because you know how to get ish DONE 💅🏾 you're responsible like that. But it's this I'm-in-my-bubble-don't-BOTHER-me typa energy is why people I heard- are obsessed with you. People stare out of obsession.

They wanna observe every move you make cuz it's just that mesmerizing. Some people who stare at you may have have crushes on you or secretly admire you (platonic/romantic)

There's a deep respect that the people who stare at you, have for you. It's like they look to you for some kinda inspiration, depending on who is staring.

I'm also getting that you may move like deer, graceful. You may love to vibe out to your own energy.

You also know who to let in and who to keep away. You can SMELL bullshit from a mile away and keep that the fuck out.

This is some bad bitch energy, pile 3! I'm so pumped rn sitting in your energy!

Wow ok I'm getting a very specific message now. People stare at you so they can learn more about you? They wanna know what makes you tick (maybe there's somebody in your surrounding who wants to shoot theur shot with you?) Lol that's kinda cute.

But yea you have this free sprinted, wild feminine energy. You'll do what you want, when you want. You're the definition of never let them know your next move and BOY do I love that for you <3

You are a very interesting person. Cuz you're you. You're not afraid of expressing exactly how you feel and this makes you are really enjoyable to be around and so people stare at you cuz they enjoy how you come across- unabashed in your self expression and unapologetic in your authenticity!

Ahhhhhhh this some Queen Shi-

I'm so honoured to be reading for you rn!

You must also have your boundary game strong cuz I'm getting that you can easily cut people off if they don't come correct and people enjoy how authentic you are.

You're giving me MAD Tyla energy rn man. You could maybe even look her? Idk but whatever you look like trust me. People love to stare.

Hehe 🤭

People enjoy watching you take action. Lemme explain. If you're in school people love to stare at you while you're working on a project or something or just in class, taking notes n stuff. You have a way about you that's so addicting, man, people who's stare at you don't wanna stop 👀💀 like hello stop burning holes on my body from the intense staring? Excuse me like huh?

If you're at work, some of your colleges could stare at you out of admiration or simply cuz they have a crush on you (or your work ethic?) Or how you dress 🙃

Whatever it is you tend to pour your authenticity into everything you do. Small, big. Doesn't mattter. You do life in YOUR own (divine) way and that's awesome!

You the shit pile 3, I hope you know that.

Any physical/personality traits that people admire:

👉🏾 Your clothes!

👉🏾 You! Yes you read that right, you in your entirety, in your full essence is what people admire. It's your physical beauty. It's your intelligence. It's your taste in music and movies. Your hobbies. Your authenticity. Everything about you, girlie, is fantastic.

👉🏾 Your independence

👉🏾 Your courage to choose joy over fear

👉🏾 Your wisdom

👉🏾 Your ability to enjoy being alone

👉🏾 Your sense of dedication and devotion (to whatever you choose to give it to)

And with that were done with your reading for today!

Thank you so very much for reading!

I love you soooo much 🫶🏾🫂

Have yourself a nice rest of your day, now and see yaaaaa <3

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[kestrel-of-herran]

there's sooooo much meaning in mark turning and walking back towards helly and so many layers to the scene in terms of both emotions and narrative implications.

up to this point they both thought they were about to die. mark would get gemma out of lumon for his outie, turn into him and wait on his mercy to be sucked into his consciousness in a capacity that might render him into nothing more than an echo or a ghost, and helena would never turn back into helly because mark scout and gemma would expose lumon and terminate the innies' existance. mark s. is staring at this oblivion when he's staring at the door and the woman he doesn't recognize calling out for a version of him that needs him only for the labor he can provide for him in dulling his pain and earning his money and rescuing his wife.

when the red lights turn on over helly she thinks it's already over, that mark got gemma out and she'll never get to see him again. britt said the alarm reminds her of her escape attempt at the staircase, so this is where she runs to on impulse, for the slightest chance she might be able to see him again.

when she calls out his name it's just a single word to all of gemma's cries and pleas, but it's the only time in this scene when "mark" denotes him, the innie. her voice and the sight of her at the end of the corridor ground him back to himself, remind him he is a person, he has people who care about him and love him and want him because of who he is, not who he could be, and that he has things he wants and people he doesn't want to lose. he might have nothing in this world built just to control him but he has this choice and he has her and their love.

when he starts walking to helly he's made that choice with every atom of his body, but she still doesn't understand, she's thinking maybe he wants to tell her something, maybe he's coming just to say goodbye. it only hits her fully when she sees his expression, all the love and desire and rapture there, all the feeling in his heart, that this is real, that he's making this choice, which means she's not about to die and she's not about to lose him. the girl who didn't want to live half a life has become the only thing he wants to live for. it's this sublime moment of disbelief and relief at the enormity of salvation that can be achieved through your actions when you didn't ever hope you could be saved.

and then he takes her hand, and nothing exists in the world but them anymore. the world was built for lovers all along. he looks at her like he wants to drink her in and she finally lets herself have it, lets herself feel joy and pride and this conviction, my love mine all mine, nothing in the world belongs to me but my love does. and triumph, too, she chose well, she gave her heart to him and he's more than worthy of having it, and love as a source of power and lust for life, if it's the two of them against the world nothing can stand in their way.

the music is enormously important here, it coocoons them in their emotional journey, shelters them from the incomprehensible anguish of the outsider. this moment is only for them, their connection something they built and earned and will continue to fight for, independently and in spite of every controlling entity in their lives.

it's an action that is also a statement, a discovery and definition and actualization of self, i'm this kind of person, i'm the kind of person who wouldn't lose you. it's a rubicon moment, a point of no return which is the start of time, a line whose crossing will remap their world.

what he did is life-defining for both of them, the choice to put themselves and their love first, the choice to say i am a person worthy of life and joy and agency. the triumph of the human spirit over the dehumanization of the dystopian narrative.

[girl4music]

That’s not true with me. I don’t have NOTPs because I don’t really talk about the relationships between characters that I don’t ship together. Just the same as I don’t really ever talk about a character that I don’t like.

If I don’t talk about them all that much, you can safely assume I don’t like them all that much.

As for characters I absolutely hate.

You’ll never see me talk about them.

People often assume it’s the other way around. That if I talk so negatively about a character, I hate them.

The reality is I really like that character.

May even love them. I talk about them so negatively often because I find their negative characterization interesting or compelling. It’s not because I hate it.

For example: Willow Rosenberg.

She’s actually my favourite character in the entire Buffyverse. But I read her for filth most of the time.

I’m constantly talking about her negative characterization. Her qualities or arc.

The reason why is because I LOVE THAT about her. I find it so fascinating about her character. Willow’s representation and development is highly exciting.

She’s an amazingly well-written and well-portrayed morally grey character with an arc that is riveting.

But I’ve actually had so many people on here ask me why I talk so much crap about her. Why I hate her.

I don’t hate her. Not in the slightest.

I hate the way she behaves and reacts sometimes but that’s part of what makes me so thoroughly invested.

If I actually hated her, I’d never talk about her because I don’t talk about characters that I do actually hate.

Yes. Those characters exist. You’ll just never know it.

The same with ships. If you know I am aware of a ship but I never ever talk about them - assume I hate them.

If I always talk about the ship but not in the most positive way - don’t assume that. I do love them.

The way I consume media and TV art/entertainment is in a very unusual way because my intention is to learn.

It’s not to be entertained or pleasured.

I have no interest in art/entertainment to be appeased.

I don’t care what looks good, sounds good, feels good.

Blah blah blah. I want to be mentally stimulated.

I want to expand my consciousness and sense of self.

Everything I watch, regardless of what age or genre it is, it has to be something incredibly thought-provoking.

I just fucking switch off otherwise. I just don’t care.

I am incapable of consuming media just to consume.

Now what’s funny is aesthetically and thematically, I like camp, I like stuff that really isn’t all that serious at all. I like the supernatural, metaphorical, philosophical.

But the caveat is that it has to be well-written. The writing is very important to me in whatever it is. So when it comes to characters and also character relationships/dynamics, I don’t have to “like” or “ship” them. I just have to be compelled by them. That’s it.

I have to be given room to think and feel and interpret.

You give me that - I’ll quickly a be lot more engaged.

I do not think you have to “like” a character or “ship” a character dynamic. You just have to learn something.

It’s just with me personally that tends to be why I like or ship them because what’s important to me is learning.

I don’t ship Xena and Gabrielle so obsessively and egregiously because they’re “cute” together. I couldn’t care a less about that. I ship them because they’re an incredible multi-faceted compelling character dynamic and I learn something new or something profound out of watching them - out of understanding that dynamic.

If all that they had about them or between them was “cuteness”, I wouldn’t ship them. I wouldn’t give a shit.

It’s not about that for me. It never has been.

Never will be.

i feel like nobody has NOTPs anymore. like if you hate a ship now it has to be for some deep moral reason and you have to justify it to everyone what happened to just not liking stuff that isnt inherently bad but just because you personally think it sucks

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Epilogue (The End)

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

And with that, we have reached the end. I could, as always, write a lot more, (And maybe eventually I will, but for right now, that's where we will leave Lando and Lizzie.)

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Twitch Stream Transcript – Max Fewtrell & Lando Norris

[Stream starts]

Max: Right, chat. I know we’ve been through a lot together. We’ve seen things. We’ve survived things. But I don’t think any of you are ready for what’s about to happen.

Max: Because, somehow, defying all expectations, defying all logic—Lando Norris is actually here.

Chat: 

LIAR.

NO WAY.

PROVE IT.

MAX THIS BETTER NOT BE A PRERECORDED AI CLIP.

OH SO HE DOES EXIST.

IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS.

Lando: [over voice chat, deadpan] I hate you.

Max: Gasp. He speaks. It’s real. It’s happening.

Lando: You’re so dramatic.

Max: No, mate, I’m just telling it like it is. The last time we saw you, you were escaping the internet at full speed. Thought you retired. Went off the grid. Became a monk.

Lando: Yeah, well. Things got messy.

Max: Understatement of the year.

Chat: 

YEAH NO KIDDING.

THE INTERNET WAS A NIGHTMARE.

LIZZIE DESERVED BETTER.

MARAAA OUR QUEEN.

THE ABLEISM WAS SO BAD.

LANDO DEFENDING HER >>>

Max: So, how’s Lizzie?

Lando: She’s good. Writing, mostly. And making sure I actually sleep.

Max: A saint.

Lando: Obviously.

Chat: 

PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS.

SHE NEEDS TO KNOW WE LOVE HER.

I WANT TO SEND HER FANMAIL BUT I’M SCARED.

MARA POST WHEN??

TELL LIZZIE SHE’S A QUEEN.

Max: But mate, you really should’ve warned me before hopping on. Nearly had a heart attack.

Lando: Didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

Max: Didn’t think it was—oh my god. Chat, back me up.

Chat: 

IT IS A BIG DEAL.

HISTORIC MOMENT.

LORE DROP.

WE THOUGHT LIZZIE LOGGED YOU OUT FOREVER.

DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOUR TWITCH PASSWORD??

SHE PROBABLY DRAGGED HIM BACK HERE.

Lando: Actually, she’s in the kitchen right now.

Max: Oh, is she? What’s she doing?

Lando: Giving Mara peanut butter.

Max: …Oh no.

Lando: Yeah.

(And then, as if on cue, absolute chaos erupts in Lando’s mic—loud licking, snuffling, something knocking against furniture. A thump. A very happy dog making a complete racket.)

Max: WHAT IS HAPPENING.

Lando: [muffled laughter] She’s going feral.

Max: CHAT, DO YOU HEAR THIS?

Chat: 

MARAAA.

SHE’S EATING LIKE SHE HASN’T BEEN FED IN YEARS.

DOG ASMR STREAM WHEN.

THAT’S THE SOUND OF A QUEEN ENJOYING LIFE.

SHE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF THAT PEANUT BUTTER.

Max: Mate. Your dog is losing it.

Lando: She loves peanut butter.

Max: Yeah, no kidding. It sounds like she’s wrestling it.

Lando: Wouldn’t surprise me.

Max: I swear, chat’s gonna riot if you don’t post a Mara video soon.

Lando: I’ll think about it.

Max: Think about it? No, mate, you don’t understand. Mara is the people’s princess.

Chat: 

MARA FOR PRESIDENT.

SHE DESERVES THE WORLD.

THE WAY SHE’S JUST EXISTING AND WE’RE ALL LOSING IT.

THIS IS NOW A MARA FAN STREAM.

GIRLBOSS.

Max: You could literally disappear again for months, but if you drop one single Mara clip, all will be forgiven.

Lando: Huh. Good to know.

Max: Don’t even pretend like you won’t exploit that.

Lando: [grinning] Wouldn’t dream of it.

(Mara, still licking peanut butter, lets out an extremely content sigh.)

Max: Oh, that was adorable.

Lando: Yeah, she’s great.

Max: I can feel chat melting over this.

Chat: 

SHE’S SO PRECIOUS.

LIZZIE AND MARA HARD CARRYING THE CONTENT RIGHT NOW.

MARA POST WHEN.

WE DON’T DESERVE HER.

SHE’S SO REAL FOR THIS.

Max: Right. Now that we’ve all had our emotional moment over Mara’s peanut butter obsession, shall we actually play the game?

Lando: Probably.

Max: But just so we’re clear—this stream peaked the moment Mara showed up.

Lando: Yeah, I figured.

(Chat spams heart emojis as the game finally begins.)

***

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car PrinceBy June Shepard

Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton has built an empire on love stories—intoxicating, sweeping, heart-stopping love stories that have made her one of the most successful romantasy authors of the decade. Her Seasons of Fate series, a four-book saga filled with magic, intrigue, and forbidden romance, has captivated millions worldwide, cementing her place as the reigning queen of the genre.

But even her most devoted readers could never have predicted that she was living out a love story of her own. And certainly not with one of the biggest stars in motorsport.

When Lizzie Treshton walked into the Silverstone paddock in July 2025, hand-in-hand with McLaren’s Lando Norris, social media imploded.

No one had any idea they were together. No rumors, no leaks—just an earth-shattering confirmation that sent both F1 and romantasy Twitter into collective cardiac arrest.

"It wasn’t supposed to be a big thing," Treshton says now, curled up on a sofa in her Surrey flat, a steaming mug of tea in hand. "Lando was racing at Silverstone. I wanted to be there to support him. I didn’t think the world would explode."

Perhaps that was naive. Because if there’s one thing the world loves, it’s an unexpected crossover. And this? This was the ultimate crossover event.

Lando Norris has spent the last six years in the high-pressure world of Formula 1, balancing blistering lap times with an ever-growing fanbase that adores his mix of raw talent, easy charm, and chaotic humor. He’s no stranger to public scrutiny. But even he was caught off guard by the sheer scale of the reaction.

"I knew Lizzie was a big deal," he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. "But I didn’t fully grasp it until people started calling me ‘the romantasy book boyfriend of the year.’"

He grins. "I think my sisters are still mad I didn’t tell them who I was dating."

That particular detail has only added to the legend of "Lizzie & Lando." While Norris’s family knew he had a girlfriend, they had no idea it was that Lizzie Treshton—the very same author whose books they had lined up at midnight to buy. His sisters, self-proclaimed romantasy fanatics, took approximately thirty seconds to forgive him before launching into full-scale fangirl mode.

But not everyone has been as welcoming.

Almost immediately after Silverstone, the backlash began. While plenty of fans celebrated the unexpected pairing, others turned vicious. Some called Treshton “undeserving.” Others dismissed the relationship entirely, claiming Norris would eventually move on.

And then there were the ones who went after her health.

Treshton has always been open about living with epilepsy, discussing it occasionally in interviews and social media posts. But being open about something and having it dissected by millions of strangers are two very different things.

Some reactions were cruel—questioning Norris’s commitment, making sweeping judgments about Treshton’s ability to “keep up” with the fast-paced, jet-setting lifestyle of an F1 driver. Others were outright ableist, using her condition as a reason to doubt her place at his side.

Norris, uncharacteristically sharp in his response, took to Instagram. “The way some of you have spoken about Liz—the woman I love—is disgusting. There’s no other way to put it. You’ve taken something she has no control over and used it as an excuse to dehumanize her, to insult her, to act like she isn’t worthy of me.” 

McLaren issued a formal statement condemning the backlash, while much of the grid rallied behind Treshton, with drivers like Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc publicly voicing their support.

“It was disgusting,” Treshton says bluntly. “But not surprising.”

"I’ve lost people because of my epilepsy," Treshton says quietly, her fingers tightening around her mug. "People who couldn’t handle it. People who didn’t want to try."

Her mother was one of them.

Treshton doesn’t often talk about her mother, but when she does, it’s with a detachment that speaks of wounds long since buried. "She left when I was young," she says. "Said she couldn’t deal with it. So she didn’t."

She exhales slowly. "I learned early on that some people see epilepsy as an inconvenience. Like it makes you fragile. But it doesn’t make me less. And it sure as hell doesn’t make me unlovable."

Despite the backlash, Treshton and Norris remain unfazed. Their relationship, built away from the public eye, is stronger than the noise that surrounds it.

"Lando makes me feel safe," she admits. "Not in a way that makes me feel like I need protecting, but in a way that reminds me I don’t have to do everything alone."

For Norris, it’s simple. "She’s incredible," he says. "And I’m lucky to have her. End of story."

There’s something almost cinematic about the two of them. The bestselling author who spins love stories for a living. The racing driver who defies speed and gravity every weekend. It’s the kind of pairing that shouldn’t make sense. And yet, it does.

At the end of the day, theirs isn’t just a love story. It’s a story about resilience. About belonging. About choosing each other in a world that constantly tries to tear people down.

When asked what’s next, Treshton shrugs. “I have a book to finish. He has races to win. And beyond that?” She tilts her head, thoughtful. “I think we’ll just keep surprising people.”

One thing is clear: the queen of romantasy and her race car prince are far from a fleeting fairytale.

They’re just getting started.

****

8 December 2024, Yas Marina Circuit, Abu Dhabi

The moment Lando stepped out of the car, the world blurred around him. The cheers, the McLaren team swarming in orange, the fireworks—none of it felt real. He had won Abu Dhabi. He had won the Constructors’ Championship for McLaren. After years of dreaming, of heartbreak, of being so close yet so far—he had done it.

His mother reached him first, arms tight around his shoulders, holding him like she never wanted to let go. “Lando,” she breathed, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. “You’ve made so many people happy today.”

His father clapped a firm hand on his back, pride evident in his expression. His team, his engineers, Zak Brown—everyone was celebrating around him. But Lando was already searching for someone else.

And then he saw her.

Lizzie stood off to the side, wrapped in one of his McLaren jackets, Mara sitting dutifully at her feet. She looked exhausted, and he knew why. Just last night, she had suffered a seizure. He had been with her through it, waiting for the worst to pass. He had told her she didn’t have to come today, that she should stay at the hotel and rest.

But Lizzie was nothing if not stubborn.

Her gaze found his, and her face lit up like the fireworks lighting the sky outside.

He could see how tired she was, though, in the tightness around her eyes, the way her body was still a little stiff.

But she was here.

His feet moved before his brain caught up, and suddenly, she was in front of him, her hands reaching up to his face before he could say a word.

Her fingers traced over his skin, her tired eyes taking him in with a familiar, almost reverent look. It was as if she couldn’t believe he was real. Lando knew the feeling.

“Like I ever would have missed this,” she murmured before he could scold her for being out in the chaos of the paddock. Her thumbs brushed his cheekbones, her voice thick with emotion. “Lando, you did it. You actually did it.”

"You didn't need to come," he whispered. His hands came to rest on her waist, grounding himself. “I was worried about you.”

“And I was never going to miss watching you win,” she said simply, smiling up at him. “I am so proud of you.”

Lando let out a shaky breath.

Then, with the whole world watching, he kissed her.

It was soft, careful—his hands tightening on her waist like he was terrified she might disappear, like he still wasn’t sure if any of this was real. When he pulled back, her eyes were shining, and for the first time since he crossed the finish line, it hit him.

He had everything he had ever wanted.

****

Dedications of The Seasons of Fate: 

A Spring of Secrets and Thorns

For Mara—

My steady ground, my quiet guardian, my fiercest protector.

For every unseen battle you’ve helped me fight, for every moment you’ve kept me safe, and for always being by my side—this book, like so much of my life, is possible because of you.

A Summer of Blood and Bloom

For Dad—

For every doctor’s appointment, every sleepless night, and every time you carried the weight of the world so I wouldn’t have to.

You taught me that love doesn’t walk away—it stays, it fights, and it endures. This book is a testament to that, and to you.

An Autumn of Fire and Stone

For Tasha and Aunt Lou—

For the sister I chose and the woman who made us family.

For every page read, every dream encouraged, and every time you reminded me that I was more than my worst days. I am who I am because I had you both beside me. I couldn’t have done this without you.

A Winter of Ash and Starlight

For Lando - 

Who taught me that love, like speed, can take your breath away in an instant. You’ve turned the pages of my life in the most unexpected, beautiful way. 

Thank you for showing me that sometimes the best stories are the ones you never saw coming. 

Ours is my favourite one. 

Acknowledgments – A Winter of Ash and Starlight

Writing this book, and really this entire series, has been one of the greatest joys of my life. I never imagined that a story I started one summer in my dad’s garden would turn into this, but here we are. I couldn’t have done it alone, and I wouldn’t have wanted to.

To my dad—thank you for everything. For the late-night talks, the endless encouragement, and the way you always made sure I knew I was enough, just as I am. You’ve been my rock, my biggest supporter, and the reason I never stopped believing I could do this.

To Aunt Lou—you are proof that family is about love, not blood. You didn’t have to be a mother to me, but chose to be anyway. I don’t have the words to properly thank you for that, but I hope you know how much I love you.

To Tasha—my sister in every way that matters. For always having my back, for every chaotic adventure, and for making sure I never forget who I am. You are my favorite person to cause trouble with.

To Mara—my best girl, my constant companion, my real-life guardian angel. You have been curled up beside me through every late-night writing session, every deadline panic, every high and low.  There is no version of my life, or this book, without you in it.

This book marks the end of Astrid and Ciaran’s journey—the last chapter of their love story. And in a way, it closes a chapter of my own life, too. Love has a funny way of finding you when you least expect it, and just as I was bringing Astrid and Ciaran home, someone walked into my life and changed everything.

To Lando—who came into my life just as I was closing this chapter and somehow became the best story of all. I don’t know if fate is real, but if it is, I think it was always meant to bring me to you. You walked into my world when I wasn’t sure I deserved something good, and you have never let me forget that I do. 

Thank you for every quiet moment and every inside joke. Thank you for the dino nuggets, the peanut butter and the Ferrari Dog Bandanas. Thank you for making me laugh, for making me feel safe, and for proving, every single day, that love isn’t about grand gestures, but about showing up, time and time again. 

You have been the greatest plot twist of my life. I love you. 

And finally, to the readers—thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you for believing in Astrid and Ciaran, in fate and magic, in love that defies the odds. This world, this story, exists because of you.

Here’s to new stories, new adventures, and finding our own kind of magic. Always.

With love and endless gratitude, Elizabeth Louise Treshton

The End

[luveline]

does eddie know about reader getting kidnapped in the steve zombie au? i feel like it would freak him out and also he’d totally understand steve’s fussing now. i can imagine maybe robin mentioning it passing and eddie asks steve and they discuss it in hushed whispers away from r, steve finally opening up to eddie and dropping the jealousy even if for a moment.

afterwards, eddie is a bit more protective with r and she’s confused? at night when theyre cuddling before bed, she mentions it to steve and he’s get this guilty look on his face and tells her what happened. i’m just not over the whole kidnapping debacle i cant lie. it was intense and poor reader must still suffer from the pain.

thank you for requesting!! zombie au | fem, 2.5k

cw mentions of abduction and dark themes

“How long have they actually been together?” Eddie asks. 

He asks out of boredom, mostly, but there’s something else —when you and Steve first got here, together, after Eddie found you looking for antibiotics and so bravely saved Harrington’s life— he assumed you and Steve were new lovers. The way he was with you pointed to a honeymoon stage in full flux. Even now the question gets asked because he sort of can’t believe you and Steve are nearing the two year mark. In apocalypse years, that’s basically twenty. 

“Since the start, pretty much. Steve says she liked him for a while and he fell for her hard a couple of months before they found me,” Robin says, letting her book rest tented across her chest. 

If Robin weren’t a homosexual, and Eddie also weren’t a homosexual (maybe, he’s not fully decided), he thinks she’d be the girl for him. You're taken, but Eddie likes being your friend too much to care anyhow. 

“Why…” 

Across the grass, just out of hearing distance, Steve is tipping your head back. Sat behind you, talking to you, his hand held carefully against the front of your neck, thumb poking into your chin guiding you back. He looks worried. You laugh in his face and free fall backwards until you’re both laying in the dirt, your back to his chest and Steve’s spine to the ground. 

“He gets really worried about her. Like, all the time.” 

“Well, she got hurt pretty bad. If I remember it right, she fell two stories and didn’t wake up for a few days.” 

Eddie’s never heard that story. He’s heard about you getting locked in a fridge with a geek, and that you and Steve got chased by a gang of scroungers by the I-65, but, “She fell two stories?” he asks, “And she’s alive?” 

“That’s not even the worst of it,” she says with a laugh. “You know how she got the nickname killer?” 

Eddie shakes his head, ‘cos he does, and he doesn’t want the funny story, he wants to know what the hell happened to his friend. “What’s the worst of it?” 

Robin realises he’s being serious and stops laughing. It’s not like she thought it was funny that you got hurt, but it wasn’t like you were in any real danger. But Eddie’s like a bloodhound. There’s a story here and he knows it and he needs to hear it, worse when Robin stays quiet for a long time. 

“A couple of weeks after they got to the College, we had to go get her.” Robin digs her hand behind her back. “There was a man, he… sort of faked his death? And he took her.” 

“He faked his death and kidnapped Y/N?” Eddie asks, shellshocked. 

“He faked his death to kidnap her.” 

“What? Why?” 

Robin frowns at Eddie severely. “He was Steve’s partner for patrol. He was too interested in her, asked a bunch of questions Steve wouldn’t answer, and then he disappeared. We assumed he’d wandered off and died like an idiot.”

“But he didn’t?” 

“No, he… God, Eddie, I thought she would’ve told you all this stuff.” 

Eddie shrugs. Part of your charm is your poor self-esteem, he teases, how cool you are and how terrified of being a loser you seem to be, despite the inevitability of being both. Everyone Eddie loves is a massive loser, and that’s what makes them his kind of person. 

Your friendship is an honest one, but it doesn’t mean you’re forthcoming. 

“He only had her for a day,” Robin says. “I shouldn’t tell you more than that, it’s not fair, but we found her. Steve went crazy until we got her back, and he’s been like this since.” 

“Shit, Robin, I’m tempted to stand guard by her tent. Wait, what happened with to the guy?” 

“He shot himself trying to hit Christopher with his gun.” 

Eddie whistles lowly. “Got what he deserved.” 

“Yeah, I think he did.” 

Eddie doesn’t like what’s implied. He should ask you about it directly, but he’s heard your nightmares sometimes. He always assumed they were of the same variety as his own, gnashing teeth breaking the skin of his arm or leg as he tries desperately to escape from a corner. 

He doesn’t make Robin say more, and he doesn’t ask you about it. He can’t find time alone with you, and he isn’t sure what he’d say. 

Steve glares at him from across the flames of a small campfire. “What?” 

“What do you mean, what? Just standing here.” 

“You’re suspiciously quiet, Munson.” 

“I want to ask you about something but I don’t want you to bite my head off.” 

“I’m sure I will.” 

“I know you will.” But Eddie cares about you enough to chance it. He steps around the fire, digging his shoes into the hardened muck of ash and pebbles, “It’s about Y/N.”

Steve’s eyes go looking for you. “What about her?” 

“Robin told me she got taken by some guy? Like, actually taken?” 

The light in Steve’s expression just dies. “Yeah.” 

“He’s dead now, right?” 

“Yeah. Killed himself like an idiot.” Steve frowns at Eddie again, tongue poking at his lip. “He took her while she was showering. I’d just got back from a run and she told me to sleep while she was gone. I woke up that night and nobody knew where she went. I didn’t sleep, I– went through every building on the campus with Hopper and I couldn’t find her, I didn’t know where to look, but a couple of us went outside the walls anyways, Chris and Vanessa, Jonathan, me and Rob, and she left a couple of things in the woods. Buttons, bits of fabric.” 

“Smart girl.” 

“When I found her, he had her ziptied.” 

“Fuck.” 

“That’s what those scars are, on her face?” Steve brings a pinched hand to his jaw. “He grabbed her and his nails… I cleaned them out afterward but they got infected anyway, so she’ll have them forever. She used to cry for hours. Sometimes she still cries about it.” 

Steve sighs, ragging a hand through his hair roughly. “I wouldn’t tell you that stuff, but I know she won’t, and sometimes I’m not here to look after her, and I know you will.” 

“Yeah, I will.” 

“And I know you like doing tricks with that cat’s cradle stuff, so you should probably, like, be aware that she doesn’t like having her hands tied together.” 

“I won’t do anything to her,” Eddie says lightly. He feels like he and Steve are on different footing than before. “Thank you for telling me.” 

“I shouldn’t have, just–”

“She’s your Achilles heel, Harrington.” 

“Sure, whatever that means.” 

“Your one weakness.” 

Steve grins, to Eddie’s surprise, crossing his arms over his chest, their temporary ceasefire stretching a little longer. “I guess she is.” 

—

Steve is laying down in the tangle of your blankets waiting for you to press yourself into his arms. A niggling thought appears at the surface of your mind, your gaze having fallen to his collarbone, bared by his too-large sleep shirt, a worry you can’t ever seem to truly move past: Steve loves you and you can’t deserve it. It goes away when you realise it doesn’t matter. Steve loves you and you have to try to deserve it, to fall into his arms and build him up as he does for you. Maybe you already do, and your cruel head has taken too many hits. Whatever the case, the part of you that has a big crush on your boyfriend wants to rest near him. There’s no better pleasure than settling down to sleep on his side and knowing he’s going to pull at you until he’s deemed you comfortable. 

“Steve…” you murmur, placing a hand either side of his chest to hang over him. 

“What?” he asks. 

“Can you do that thing where you hold me like I’m a baby?” 

He laughs loudly. It’s ridiculous and silly and you’d never do it if Robin were spending the night in the tent with you, but you lay across Steve and he gets an arm under your legs to curl you up. It’s less like a baby (as you’re much too big and tall and he’s not nearly as gentle as he’d be with a kid) and more like a pill bug, all your weight on him, your face smushed into his neck and his arms around your back. Somehow, someway, you slot together nicely like this. “Just tell me when I’ve broken your back,” you mumble.

“As if.” 

“As if,” you repeat. 

“Do you feel like a baby?” 

“No. I just figured that was the quickest way to ask for this.” 

“I think you can just ask me to hold you,” he says, his hand spreading out between your shoulders, “and that’ll work.” 

“Mm.” You aren’t ready to sleep, and he couldn’t like this, it’s not a permanent position. Your head whirs with thoughts of the day, and the stomach-central-heaviness that comes with being body to body with someone you love. “You okay?” you ask quietly. 

“I’m good.”

“Me too.” 

“I’m really nervous about that ’expedition’, Friday,” he says. 

“We don’t have to go.” 

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve says. 

“It does seem far away.” 

“Thing is, even if we don’t go, Robin’s dead set on going, and I swore we’d never be apart again. I can’t break that promise.” 

You nose at his chest. “I guess we have to spend the next two days convincing her to stay home.” 

“How are we gonna do that?” 

“I don’t know. Break her leg?” 

“Sounds like something Eddie would say.” 

You laugh into his skin, quiet and contented, because you know you’ll find a way to stay with Robin. Maybe she’ll be impossible to convince and you’ll both have to go with her, but nothing matters beyond staying together. 

“He’s been acting weird,” you confess. 

Steve’s thumb rubs the band on your bra. “Do you wanna take this off?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling the clasp together under your shirt and releasing it in a move so dexterous it borders on offensive. 

You shrug out of your bra without displaying too much skin. Steve’s hand falls to your stomach, shy of your belly button, trimmed nail skimming a ticklish line. “He’s been quite gentle with me,” you say unsurely. 

“He doesn’t have a crush on you. Well, more than he usually does.” 

“I thought I should tell you, though. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.” 

“God, you don’t,” he says, “Eddie doesn’t get wrong ideas ‘cos all his ideas are already wrong, but it’s not something you did. This time, it’s my fault.” 

“How’s it your fault? He wouldn’t fight me in the river, did you tell him not to?” 

“He doesn’t actually listen to me.” 

“So why’s he acting like I’m glass all of a sudden?” 

Steve finds your hand and holds it, pulling at it, encouraging you to lay down on him again. “I’m sorry, but I told him about what happened with… with Connor. Nothing in detail, only that it happened.” 

“Oh.” 

“I know it’s not my story to tell him.” 

“You’re half of it, though,” you suppose aloud, turning your face up to the tent ceiling, pleased when his hands adjust you and cross over your front. 

“I told him that he tied you up, and about your mouth. But I didn’t tell him about any of the things he said, or– I know I shouldn’t have said anything, I just don’t want you to be alone one day and have that secret, just in case he needs to look after you–”

“Are you going somewhere?” you ask quietly. 

“Of course not.” 

You let the quiet grow for a time, until you let out a sigh, your chest collapsing beneath his hand. “I honestly forgot that he doesn’t know all that stuff from before.” 

“That’s okay,” he says softly, hugging your chest with the same gentleness as he holds in his voice, “sometimes I forget too.” 

“We went through a lot.” 

“We still are.” 

“But things have been a lot better here, right?” you ask. “I mean, it’s not the College, we don’t have our room, but we have each other, and the porta-cabins aren’t bad. Hopper even said that next month when we choose our campground we’ll stay until after the winter, and we’ll have a cabin, right? Me and you, Robin, Eddie, Marcy, Sarah– not a bit of privacy–”

“I'm not sharing a room with that imbecile.” 

“It’ll be fun. Warmer than last winter outside.” 

Steve sighs. “So much rain.” 

“Do you think Eddie thinks I’m weak?” 

Steve doesn’t answer. He slips you from his chest and slinks in behind you, his lips under your ear. You turn your head to see him and find him close enough to kiss. 

“No,” Steve says surely. “Eddie doesn’t think that you’re weak. He’s just hearing about it for the first time, and he cares about you. Remember when you told me about the time those girls at school smashed your lunchbox and tipped milk over your head? It was years before we met and it still made my chest get all hot and achy.” 

“I can’t imagine people caring about me so much, sometimes,” you confess in a mumble. “Especially now.” 

“But they do.” 

Sweet, then, for Eddie to worry. As much as you like fighting with him in the river while you wash your clothes, it’s nice to think he might’ve refrained from his usual attempts at drowning you because he was upset on your behalf. “He’s a good guy. Maybe he can go with Robin instead.” 

“I trust him, but Robin is never leaving me again,” Steve says. “Not that far away. Nah, we’ll just go with her.” 

You couldn’t lose Robin, but you also couldn’t lose this version of Steve who has his best friend back. “Right,” you agree, burrowing against him, fingers digging under him until he lifts his back and lets you hug him. Your arm will be dead in minutes. 

Steve asks if you want to read together, so you do, until it’s too dark to read without the torchlight and you’re too tired to do more than be hugged by him. As you’re falling into sleep, he speaks, and you miss each word individually but understand the jist of it: no one’s gonna hurt you, he’s saying. He’s swearing it. Because we’re together. 

You mumble love yous and goodnights to each other. You have a nightmare that night but you’re not scared when you wake. You'll have more nightmares in the future that aren’t as easily forgotten, just, for once, the memory fades into nothingness as Steve draws your face into his hands and lays you back down. As quickly as you’d woken up, you’re sleeping. 

—

[honey-bitch]

Uranus in the Ascendant Persona Chart - Signs

This post is mainly for my interpretation of the degrees as no one alive has Uranus in aries (well they'd be super duper old). So no one has the right to call me a fakestrologer. Since this is Uranus, it won't have a romantic undertone as my other posts have about venus for example.

★Aries (1,13,25°): This placement just screams to be rebel. You are known to stand out and you're known for what you represent and your beliefs. You may defend your ideologies and take it personally when other disagree. Very cute energy.

★Taurus (2,14,26°): Taurus and Uranus, you may be known for doing whatever the f*ck you want. You know what you need and you're going to get it. I would say taurus is radicalised in Uranus.

★Gemini (3,15,27°): You're perceived as a madman, thoughts bussing wanting to offend others with your wit. Think better because no one has a mind as sharp as yours. You may seen to want shock others and shake their inner world and make them see the things that they missed.

★Cancer (4,16,28°): You may be seen for your unique perspectives on family dynamics and motherhood. Maybe you reject it maybe you embrace it, you're anywhere but the middle. A rebuilding of family dynamics is present with this placement maybe you're known for your association with your found family.

★Leo (5,17,29°): This a bit of an unique placement to have, being that you may be known for your want to be unique and your strive and effort into making that come to life. Rather than in humanitarian or tech it may be through more creative means.

★Virgo (6,18°) : You may be known to be quite picky for what you choose to stand up for being that you want to analyse everything. However when you be rebel it's in a 'umm actually you're this way not this'. This is one of the lesser rebellious degrees to have Uranus in.

★Libra (7,19°): You may be known for you unique taste in partners and friends. others may be surprised to see you get along with xyz people. Or your sense of style, maybe you dress a bit unconventional compared to your environment.

★Scorpio (8,20°): OOOOFFF Uranus the planet of rebellion in scorpioo/scorpio degree talk about conflicting. You may be seen as a very possessive and know it all, being that you carry such intensity in your and your rebellion is translated because you care.

★Saggitarius (9,21°): You may be seen as a very fun and explorative type of innovator. Perhaps people have told you 'don't explore this, don't talk to them' but you did it anyways. No one can stop you from getting where you need to be.

★Capricorn (10,22°): You may be seen as a strategist who puts long term strategic thinking when you want to rebel but rather than destroying the system and rebuilding it. Rather you want to rebuild the status quo from the top. Such a girl boss placement.

★Aquarius ( 11,23°): You maybe seen as a bit too innovative a humanitarian a person who cares about others and wants to see them succeed. A person who transcends bound through their individuality and their authenticity.

★Pisces (12,24°): Your rebellion is seen through you're unconditional love for others how you worships and your blind faith. Peoplemay see you as unreasonable but they don't understand the wonder of who you are.

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DISCLAIMER: this post is a great generalisation and may not resonate with you. I would recommend buying a reading from a professional astrologer (me) to get more insight

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[another-random-dom-4]

One of the things that happens over and over in the media, that will never stop making me angry, is that every time there's high inflation, somebody tries to explain how much the price of food has gone up using a common food item, like a tin of Heinz baked beans, and the right-wing asshole on the panel smugly responds by saying that poor people should buy supermarket own-brand baked beans. And it's even more infuriating because the right-wing asshole always seems like he genuinely doesn't understand that he's missed the point. He's actually not deliberately obfuscating. He genuinely thinks that poor people haven't heard about cheap food.

Every time I get groceries I’m always appalled at how little you can get for like, $20. I was making banana pudding so I needed vanilla wafers but the brand name nilla wafers cost $4 a box. The minimum wage in my state is $7.25/hr. My friend put it really well when he said “imagine you work for an hour and someone hands you two boxes of nilla wafers and said ‘actually this is a bit more than what I owe you’”

[swtheartz]

i loved your little drabble of the “breaking up with mark doesn’t work” post and i’d really like to hear your thoughts on how that would go down with some of his variants if you have the time pretty please🫶✨

ohh of course dear !! been thinking abt it and this req inspired me even more info : obsessive behavior, mentions and acts of murder, stalking, he’s crazy in every universe. gn!reader a / n : this is a gift to you guys for 348 followers. i’m soo grateful n happy <33

SINISTER MARK

he thinks it’s a joke at first. you’ve no real reason to actually want to leave him, right? he’s utterly convinced that there was nothing wrong with the relationship. and to be fair, there wasn’t. other than the fact he was possessive as shit and always had tabs on you. would scare off your friends and constantly linger around you whenever he wasn’t terrorizing the masses. the second he realizes that you’re serious? he doesn’t take it very well. you won’t ever find someone better than him. he won’t let you. just what human could ever be better than him?

“You’re not very good at jokes,” Mark says—voice and expression both hauntingly blank. It sends chills down your spine for the simple fact he’s never had such an empty tone. The way he looks at you is something that you can’t exactly put into words. Maybe he’s disappointed. Maybe he’s annoyed, or expectant, or some other emotion that you cannot be bothered to decipher. Not when there’s blood staining your clothes and his, the floor, your cheeks and his hands. Whatever ‘friend’ you were hanging out with was dead before they’d hit the ground. It’s been twelve days since you had gathered the courage to tell Mark you wanted a break, and it took him this long to take you seriously. Thought, it hadn’t taken much effort for him to take a life. “I don’t know why you thought this was a good idea. . .” He hummed, tilting his head as he crouched down in front of you, watching you tremble like a deer in front of an incomprehensible creature. ”But let’s not do this again, hm?”

OMNI MARK

calm. at least, he seems calm. but he also doesn’t take you very seriously. acts as he usually does, even asks you when the next date night is. as if he’ll even be able to make it with his schedule and how often he cancels on you. looks at you as though you’ve said something ludicrous when you answer that there isn’t a date night—you’re not together anymore. surely, you don’t know what you’re talking about. if you wanted him to plan the next date, you could have just told him. he’s usually the one that does all the thinking, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter. honestly, what made you think you could walk away from him? the one human he cares for, and you’ve the nerve to try and separate from him? funny.

“We’re not dating, Mark.” The way the two of you stare at each other for a few tense moments is a little awkward, though he doesn’t seem to care. He holds eye contact with you before sighing—like you’re a child who doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Like you’ve garnered the nerve to tell some dry joke. “If you have a problem,” Mark starts, arms crossed against his chest as he ignores your exasperated expression, “we talk it out. Like a couple is supposed to do.” “But we’re not a couple anymore. That is what I’m telling you.” You’re attempting to be reasonable, you really are, but you swear up and down he’s making you feel like the crazy one. This has got to be the third time you’ve had this conversation with him, and it hasn’t even been a week. There isn’t any way you can get through to him and you just don’t understand why. Mark scoffs, again, ignoring you. “I’ll make sure I’m not busy. Crime’s been going down, so it should be fine. They’ll manage without me.” “Just kill me already.” You mutter to yourself, unable to decide whether or not you’ll be able to ever get your point across. . . . You’ll just try again tomorrow.

FULL MASK MARK

more pathetic than mainstream mark. this man is like a wet cat in the rain. tries to maintain distance, but ends up following you everyday, texts you without thinking about it while he attempts to reason that it’s okay. you just need some distance and time, and maybe you’ll both get better. ends up outside your window after a particularly bad fight with a villain he had. he didn’t do it on purpose, he just sort of ended up here. call it muscle memory if you will. all he knows is that he’s a mess without you—needs you like oxygen, can barely think or focus on anything without you. probably the only one that tries to be the best he can be for you outside of the main universe. and probably the only one you didn’t really want to break up with.

“ ‘m sorry.”

“Markus.”

“ ‘m sorry,” Mark sniffles, face tucked into your neck as he clings to you. You’d think of it as pathetic if it were anyone but him, honestly. He’d shown up with your favorite candy and drink, bloody and looking like a stray abandoned on the side of the street. You practically had to drag him through the window when he tried to turn back around. It took a bit of insisting and a med-kit to get him cleaned and patched up, despite him reminding you that he technically didn’t need it. You snapped at him to shut up before inevitably pulling him to your room again—letting him stay the night was an easy decision, almost too easy. As of right now, he was simply listening to the sound of your heartbeat, your soft breathing, enjoying the way your gentle fingers tangled in his hair. It was sweet. Familiar. Something Mark had missed so much it made his heart ache and hurt, to the point felt as though it was being ripped apart. Though, if it were done by your hands, he wouldn’t mind.

a / n : i liked writing this, i might make a part two to this and i’m gonna make the healer reader thing a series if you guys are up to reading that. mwah mwahhhh

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