#this was so pure and sweet tbh i love the prompt

[starlightiing]

🤍 with gewis pretty please

🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone - Gewis

@ohblimeygeorge

This is my first Gewis ever so ahh!! I'm really nervous and I hope this is okay! Sorry for the wait, my nerves got to me.

Alcohol is buzzing in his veins as his heart thrums along to the beat of a rather energetic song the DJ is playing. He isn't drunk at all, far from it, in fact, simply riding the high of a gentle buzz and the overwhelming happiness this day has brought to him.

Sometimes, if he thinks too much about it, it still feels like a dream.

Lewis is ever vigilant at his side, smiling brighter than the damned sun as he converses with Lando. Their pinkies are looped together behind their backs in a more private and intimate show of affection, and George thinks his chest may simply burst with the love he has for his husband.

His husband. How he will never, ever tire of saying that.

"George?" Lewis addresses him after a moment, his voice a bit strained as he struggles to be heard over the sound of the music. "You alright, love?"

"Perfect, actually." George replies with a smile, so warm and so full of affection. He leans in to Lewis, close enough to wrap an arm around his waist and reel him in to his side. "Why?"

"You're in dreamland. Should I cut you off from the champa-"

The shrill sound of a fork tapping loudly against glass sufficiently stops Lewis from finishing his statement, his head whipping around to try and locate where the sound has come from. George, curious as well, looks around the room in tandem. His eyes fall upon Lando (when had he left Lewis' side? Weren't they just talking?) standing up at his table. His smile is wide and mischievous, and his flute of champagne is tightly grasped between his fingers as he taps the edge of his fork against it. "Kiss!"

Lewis turns back to face him, his eyes filled with amusement and affection as he angles himself to face George head-on. "It's tradition, George, pucker up."

Lewis' lips are on his before he draws his next breath. Perhaps its the alcohol in his system slowing his reaction time down, but he stumbles backwards a bit, and Lewis' arm comes to wrap around his waist to keep him from tripping. He hums in surprise, before his brain finally catches up and he leans into the kiss. It's warm and electrifying, as most of Lewis' kisses are, but the fluttering in his chest and the buzzing in his veins are more pronounced now than they ever have been before.

Cheers and applause erupt around them as they kiss, and George cannot help but smile as the kiss breaks apart softly.

"You reckon Lando will pull that trick a few more times tonight?" Lewis asks, bumping his nose against George's for a brief nuzzle.

Beaming, George chuckles and replies, "Truthfully? I wouldn't mind it at all if he did."

[ilys00ga]

𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲.

➞ pair: yoongi x female reader.

➞ word count: 1k

➞ synopsis: "yoongi and reader making a meal together for yoongi's parents" with a little bit of a domestic twist.

➞ genre: established relationship, husband!yoongi, dad!yoongi, just fluffy fluff fluff, they cook together, dad!yoongi, nothing goes wrong, dad!yoongi, just pure happiness, they also call it tooth-rotting fluff lol, did I mention: DAD!YOONGI ???, they have a babygirl uwu <33

➞ A/N: first off, thank u anon for sending me this super cute prompt, I loved it and had sm fun writing it!! second, EID MUBARAK TO MY FELLOW MUSLIMS OUT THEREEE <3 this is my lil gift for yall on this eid. it wasn't supposed to be this long tbh, and I haven't written anything for over a month, so, sorry if this is kind of messy and all over the place??? im trying to get my sht together again. but I really liked the prompt and!!! had to write it!!!! kkk enjoy bbys <3

ps. any form of feedback is reallyyyy appreciated. I live for compliments :) !

★ MASTERLIST.

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It was one warm spring morning.

Yoongi was back from a long series of concerts just a couple of days ago. Grateful to be finally home with the two people that mean the absolute world to him. Your cat was purring on his chest as the two of you laid on the bed, enjoying the quiet of Saturday that had just begun, when his mother called to announce that, later that evening, she and his father would be coming over.

One thing led to another, and there you stood with your husband in the kitchen. One was chopping ingredients up by the stove, the other handling a mixer. Your two years old baby girl, Nara, was sitting in her high chair somewhere away from the oven and any other harmful thing. What used to be your favorite playlists playing ever so softly in the background as you fixed yourselves your favorite meals, together, was replaced with the mindless blabbering of your sweet baby girl instead, playing with the wooden spoon you had given her to play with some minutes before.

“Is this good?” Yoongi dipped the tip of his finger into the mixture he’s been working on, and carefully brought it up to your lips. You hummed in satisfaction as soon as the flavors hit your taste buds, a little bit taken aback at how he nailed your mother’s secret recipe only in the first try, “Great. You’re getting so good at this, Yoonie. I think you should take over kitchen duties very soon.”

He snorted, “If that means I’ll never have to do the laundry ever again, then sure.”

Feigning annoyance, you hissed at him, “You’re so lazy.”

“No one likes doing laundry, honey. Not even you.”

"You're so annoying."

Your daily bickering banters were disturbed by the sound of his phone ringing from the other room. He left to take the call, leaving you with your noisy little baby. The chef hat she had on her head–Yoongi's idea, by the way, along with the tiny apron she wore as well–was almost too big on her. It made her look a thousand times more adorable that you immediately started grinning and cooing when she looked up at you.

"And what about you chef? Are you having fun?"

She balled her fists up and raised them in the air, wiggling in her seat to let you know that she wanted to be picked up. Being the ever so whipped mom that you were, you scooped her up in your arms right away, and peppered kisses all over her chubby face. Her giggles seeped through your skin and locked into your bones, aching with a sickeningly utmost adoration.

“Mom said they’re almost here.” Said Yoongi upon entering the kitchen, putting his phone atop the table and smiling as soon as his eyes fell on the two of you—his girls.

“Are you being a good chef assistant, baby?” He cooed, kissing her cheek, then leaning in to leave a peck on your lips.

“She’s been blabbering her life off the whole time you were gone." you hummed.

“Mom is going to have a good time conversing with her this evening.”

“We’re almost done cooking now.” You reminded him, “Honey, check on the oven please.”

“Right.”

A wave of heat hit his face as soon as he opened the oven, but he smiled once he checked on the muffins, “they are done.”

When he took the tray out and swiftly put it on the counter, Nara erupted in a fit of loud blabber, flailing the arm that clutched on the wooden spoon in the air and almost smacking your face in the process.

It had your husband giggling, of course. He couldn’t help but join in and engage with her blather, how could he not when he got such an adorable chatterbox for a child? “Huh, Nini? The muffins are done! Yeah!”

He took her into his arms, allowing you to go check on the stewpot that was still boiling on the stove, before bringing her to have a look at the tray of the mouth watering muffins, and cheered, “look!”

Your heart, yet again, swooned, almost oozing out of your ribs with how tight your chest grew to be at the sound of your baby’s joyful squeals. She was all excited as her daddy showed her around the process of cooking the dinner for her grandparents.

Nara was having the time of her life. For some reason, she's always loved being in the kitchen. Yoongi once made a comment about her becoming a successful chef, which then turned into a long, heartwarming talk about your daughter and her future. The gentle smile Yoongi had on his face throughout that was one to die for, especially when he sulked about not wanting your babygirl to grow up. His pout was so intense, you ended up engulfing him in a bone crushing hug for almost half an hour.

It was moments like this one that you wished were pictures so you could cut them up and hide them. Somewhere deep inside your heart. Forever. That's how you often found yourself observing and admiring every single interaction your husband made with your baby, and that’s how you ended up listening attentively as he continued to talk so passionately and earnestly with her, while simultaneously attempting to work with his free arm to the best of his abilities.

She, at one point, got so ecstatic that she accidentally thrusted her arm forward and hit him in the face with that spoon. But he only turned to look at you with an affectionate smile.

Struggling through a fit of giggles, you slipped the wooden object from her grasp and gave her a big kiss; making sure to squish her doughy cheeks—a trait that she definitely got from her father, “No more hitting mama and papa for you!”

The little girl’s squeaks only got louder as she reached out with her arms towards you, addressing you with more words of her very own and special language.

“Family hug?” you asked, glancing at a grinning Yoongi.

“Family hug!” He wrapped his free arm around you, bringing your body closer so that Nara could get a hold of you as well, then added, “but let’s make it a short one or else my parents are going to come to a burnt dinner.”

[penkura]

I feel like I annoy you. I am so sorry if i do and feel free to ignore it.

After you wrote feverdream so beautifully I was so overwhelmed. (Ofc i do love all of your work)

Tbh Penguin with a dominant side lives free in my head. Especially if he maybe isnt too fond of reader during a miscommunication (or other scenarios). I am weak for an enemy to lover trope. Even so we know that our boy is mostly totally sweet and most likely to become friends with everyone in an instant.

So if you are interested in it or find inspiration I would love to see the result.

Otherwise if you prefer pure fluff. It would surely be funny for either Penguin or Law tonget hit by a truth fruit kinda power. So they have to be completely honest for a short period of time and i can totally see them going to hide so they cant spell their true feelings towards you.

Either way have a fantastic day and i sure hope work will treat you good and you can take a break soon ❤️

Since you've been doing the Truth Truth Fruit posts, I'll do the first prompt! 👀 I got an idea that I hope is to your liking, and everyone else's of course!

More Penguin prompts please I love him sm

Penguin doesn’t get you at all.

He’s tried, every day since you joined, to be nice and accommodating, he tries to include you in group card games, attempts to help you with whatever chores you’re assigned, and stays up to sit with you on night watches. The problem, though, is you, how you don’t even talk to him when he tries to speak to you or anything really. If he calls for you, you stare at him with your eyes slightly wide, which confuses him greatly. If he has something for you or Law needs you, all you do is nod in response and leave, not even thanking him.

What the hell is your problem, what could he have done to make you act so coldly towards him? He just wants to be your friend, even when Shachi tries to suggest it’s more than that is what Penguin wants, but he just rolls his eyes at his lifelong friend. There are zero ulterior motives, he’s just trying to be nice and a good crewmate, that’s all it is.

If only you would talk to him, let him prove he’s not a bad person, but he’s just so frustrated at this point that he’s given up, Penguin has started to ignore you just the same as you’ve done to him. He only speaks to you now if Law needs something from you, he doesn’t even ask you to join in cards night or to go with him and Shachi into towns anymore. If you do hang out with everyone on game nights, you’re more inclined to sit off to the side with Law and watch everyone, mostly talking to your captain.

Penguin has mostly given up, you won’t talk to him or anything. You must dislike him, that’s the only thing that makes sense, isn’t it? Yeah, that’s it. You don’t like him. He can’t make you like him, so he won’t try anymore, he won’t bother. He stops talking to you entirely, even if someone else needs you. He just gets Shachi or Ikkaku to talk to you.

It does annoy your crewmates, to see the two of you at odds and not wanting to talk to each other for…what was the reason again? Shachi isn’t sure, but he’s tired of it just like the rest of them.

It's why he brings up the idea of leading you and Penguin into one of the supply closets, separately, before locking you both in and setting someone as guard to prevent anyone from letting you out until you’ve talked about things. He’s lucky that your crewmates are willing to help, Clione easily leads you in and the makes an excuse that he needs to ask Law something. In reality he went to get Penguin with the same excuse of needing to look for something, pushing the older man into the closet and causing him to nearly knock you over, before the door is pulled closed and locked from the outside. Penguin really tried to open it, for several minutes, before he sighed and gave up. You’d already decided to sit in a corner and let him be, even while he kicks an empty bucket out of frustration.

“Stupid, all of them.” Penguin sighs and sits across from you the best he can, though it’s still close enough that your shoes are touching.

You don’t say anything, you’re confused why you and Penguin have been locked in the supply closet. You know he doesn’t like you, you’ve known from the start, believing he’s always pretending to be nice when he invites you for games and the like. You were used to that, from men and women, but you’d come to trust Ikkaku and Clione more than anyone. Shachi was working his way into your circle, but you felt like Penguin was just messing with you all the time, even when your crewmates swore he wasn’t like that and he really did want to be your friend. It’s hard for you to believe that, even harder to accept it despite your growing feelings for Penguin.

Part of you wonders what you did to develop a crush on someone who doesn’t even talk to you anymore.

“…any idea why they locked us in here?”

Penguin shrugs, ignoring the fact this is the first time he’s heard your voice in the last few months you’ve been with them.

“Probably trying to make us talk or something. Bet Shachi came up with it.” Another sigh whole he takes off his hat for a moment to brush his hair back, barely taking note of how your eyes widen a little and you look more nervous, “Just cause we’re on the same crew doesn’t me have to like each other…”

“Oh,” your shoulders drop a bit but you nod, you figured he didn’t like you after all, “Yeah…I guess so…”

Odd, he didn’t think you’d sound so disappointed. If you two are locked in here though, he might as well try some small talk. There’s nothing else to do unless you want to make a supplies list.

“Can I ask you something?” Penguin has to think of how to word it when you nod, even as you keep your eyes off him, “Why don’t you talk to me?”

It takes you a few minutes to come up with a response, Penguin thinks you’re not to answer so he doesn’t hold his breath for one. It stands to reason, you don’t talk to him normally anyway.

“My last crew, well, just a couple of them, they’d invite me to do stuff then go without me or tell me it was a joke,” you sigh a little while Penguin watches you, seeming to understand a little more, “I guess I just let that get to me when you started being so friendly, I was expecting the same things. I should—”

“I wouldn’t do that to you. I wanted to be friends with you.”

“Shachi told me that but I didn’t believe him…I’m sorry, I should’ve trusted that you weren’t like them.”

“…I probably should’ve taken things slow, sorry.”

You both stay quiet for a bit after that, not sure what else to say or talk about. It feels so awkward, you hate this kind of forced small talk. Penguin eventually stands up, holding his hand out to help you up, and not letting go after you’re on your feet, giving you a slight smile.

“Let’s start over, yeah? We’ll pretend the last few months didn’t happen, and work out a friendship together.”

“I think I’d like that, Penguin.”

You two will move past this, you’ll become real friends and spend more time together, especially after Shachi lets you out of the closet and Penguin chases him down for it, threatening to lock his friend in their next. The next time Penguin invites you to play cards with everyone, you join and end up beating him during a far too long game of poker. He’s shocked but the grin on your face makes his heart feel weird, and he can’t help the smile that comes across his own face.

Man…maybe Shachi was right and there is more here…

[latenightsimping]

Just saw your tags about the Eddie finding reader sleeping in weird positions, by all means please write it!!!

I’d love to see your take on it tbh 👌👌

- @greenishghostey

Aaaaa thank you so much for letting me write this, and also for followers, the post that inspired this is here! Go give it a read, it's so fuckin' pure and lovely and aaaa

It was the little things, that made Eddie fall head over heels in love with you. It was your infectious laughter, that could pull him out of any slump he found himself in. The little pout that you pulled when you were sleepy, that made him want to kiss you. The roll of your eyes when he made a bad joke, followed with the smirk you so desperately tried to hide.

It didn’t mean that some habits didn’t confuse him, though.

Shuffling through the front door, he did his usual routine of calling out his signature sing-song “I’m home,” only to be met with no reply. He took a mental inventory as he tossed his keys onto the sideboard. Your shoes and coat were in the hallway, combined with your keys beside his own. No lights on, save for the faint glow coming from the bedroom. You were partial to taking naps after work, and that seemed to be the most likely reason for no reply.

Toeing off his work boots, he padded down the hall to find out if he was correct, only to be met with the sight of tangled limbs and the even rise and fall of your chest. He couldn’t help but smirk as he leaned against the doorway, shaking his head in disbelief.

There was no way you could possibly be comfortable. Your neck was at an angle that gave the impression that someone had snapped it, with an arm behind your back that you were laying on. Legs under the blankets that he couldn’t even begin to fathom the position of, and your soft snores filling the silence. A little bit of drool on the pillow, but fuck, even that was cute to him. Another little habit that was another check mark on the ‘why I love them’ list. The fact that you fell asleep in a ‘normal’ position, only to wake up knotted up like a pretzel that couldn’t possibly be comfortable - or even feasible.

Checking the clock on the bedside table, he considered leaving you to sleep, but decided against it when he remembered how out of sync your sleep schedule could get if your naps went on too long. Taking sure steps towards the bed, he kneeled on the mattress and bent down to peck small, feather light kisses all over your face.

“Sweetheart,” he crooned, so softly that it was barely a whisper. But it was enough to prompt you to let out a small sleepy squeak, his heart melting at the sound as you squirmed underneath him. “C’mon, time to get up.” Voice saccharine sweet, filled with adoration and tenderness as he nuzzled his nose against the warmth of your flushed cheek.

He heard your complaint, a small elongated ‘no’, as you squirmed to free your trapped arm to wrap around his neck. A few more kisses and a large hand rubbing up and down your spine was all it took for your eyes to blink open, screwing shut once more as you yawned.

“Well hi there, sleepyhead,” he chuckled as you pulled away slightly, your hand coming up to rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Have a good nap?”

“What time is it?” was your slurred reply, the groggy quality to your voice making his heart melt as he positioned himself sitting up against the headboard to pull you into his lap.

“Little past six,” he answered as he brushed errant tendrils of hair away from your face. Eddie thought you were beautiful every second of the day. But there was something about the sight of you just waking up that made his heart melt. Maybe it was because it was a side of you that only he saw; a little bit vulnerable, so human, the goal of finding his body to curl up to as if on instinct every time you were in bed together. He didn’t mind the morning breath and remnants of sleep stuck in the corners of your eyes. He’d take it all in his stride, so long as every morning, he felt the tug on his shirt that meant you wanted to cuddle up to him.

You stretched out your limbs, the soft cracks of your joints audible as you groaned in relief. “M’ neck aches,” you mumbled, a slight whine to your tone as you rest your head on his chest.

It was near instinct that caused his calloused fingers to find the nape of your neck, gently rubbing at the muscles to try and relieve the strain.

“Not surprised,” he answered, voice filled with warm amusement. “Considering you sleep like twisted up Gumby.”

“Do not,” you huffed, sounding half convincing, though he could hear the smile in your voice without even looking.

“Suuure,” he drawled, head knocking back against the headboard as his eyes threatened to close. Now he was able to sit still for longer than five seconds, with the warmth of the apartment and your body weight grounding him, he could see the appeal in after work naps. “You wan’ pizza tonight?”

Your only answer was a hum of agreement, getting yourself comfortable as you shifted in his lap. And apparently, comfortable was your knees near pressed to your chest, one ankle twisted over the other. “Five more minutes.”

He knew it was a bald faced lie. You knew it, too. Five minutes would be another half hour. But neither of you could find it within yourselves to care too much.

[fairyhaos]

hey hey heyy!! i have a question about your first impressions of your moots and anons?

sure! this is gonna be a list of moots first and then the anons after :]

@rubywonu "omg this person is so so sweet 🥰" it's bc she appeared in my inbox asking if we could be moots literally at the Same time that i was considering asking her lmaooo so that was kinda fun

@etherealyoungk "wowee famous person!!" bc her work was always rlly well received and she wrote so well :]

@mirxzii "aww someone wants to be moots with me? 🥺" bc i think roxie was the first person who i didn't know before she asked to be moots and it was so sweet to think that others wanted to be my friend

@blue-jisungs "zanna's bubbly friend" bc literally the only time i used to see axe on my dash was when she was talking w zanna haha and she always sounded sooo bright :>

@gyuswhore was just. sooo intimidating to me for some reason???? she kind of still is but she's also a really cool and really kind person

@woozis @joshuas @meowonhao @goblinvern @leejungchans not to group u guys into one point but it was literally a case of going "holy FUCK TH3SE PEOPLE ARE SO???!! ;;;!? ///??💗💗💗💗" and screaming into my hands bc u r all so cool in my eyes

@weird-bookworm the adorable and sweet person who pops into my inbox literally ALWAYS w joshua stuff hehe

@wheeboo "omg,,,, a moomoo??" bc i saw the whee and i was like OHHHH OH MY GOD THAT'S FOR WHEEIN RIGHT

@hannyoontify @icyminghao idk how to describe it but it was like a feeling of just awww oml this person is so ADORABLE

@wonwoonlight just the vibes of khione being a very gentle and very kind person tbh ^^

and anons (i don't rlly see many of u these days so idk if there's much point in doing everyone 😭) :

🍒 i think it was the joshua lips thing that prompted the first convo????? so it was like "HELL YEAH ANOTHER SUPPORTER ✊" sort of impression haha

🎐 was just soooo sweet n lovely bc we started talking bc of the synaesthesia post and wind chime anon just had an Adorable way of typing haha

🌙/ @mesanthropi it was kinda like... "this person is kinda adorable" bc i kind of KNEW who u were but that didn't make ur conversation any less endearing

🥡/ @h-ao i just remember my pure and utter delight bc sen was sooo friendly and seeing the new named anon in my inbox made my day ^_^

[clevereverest]

Careful • 1,951 words

[ Finch and Albert make out, but a level of vulnerability is accidentally breached.

This is a little spicy tbh BUT there’s no sex. They’re asexual and they were never going to go to that point, even though I don’t mention it. I hope you enjoy it! ]

Finch sat on the edge of his bed, the side closer to where his desk was under the window. He’d been browsing his phone mindlessly, procrastinating his school work, but even that grew boring after about fifteen minutes. He put it to sleep and placed it on his bedside table, then proceeded to fall backwards onto the mattress. 

“I don’t want to do anything,” he groaned, staring at the painted ceiling of a starry sky above him. 

“I’m sure,” Albert, Finch’s boyfriend of three and a half months, replied with a light laugh. He was over at the desk already, their laptops sitting beside each other and still shut. Like Finch, Albert hadn’t started working on anything either. 

“You make it sound like you weren’t procrastinating too,” Finch remarked. He heard movement as Albert approached, and added, “You were on your phone for as long as I was.” 

Albert conceded the point with a nod and sat beside Finch on the bed. Finch, still laying on his back, smiled brightly up at Albert — the greatest partner ever, in his humble opinion. 

They had a thing where Albert would say that he “always wants to be careful” with Finch, because he didn’t want to lose him. It was amazingly sweet, and Finch loved the sentiment. In return, Finch made sure to be someone that Albert could talk to about anything, and gently prodded Albert to open up more often. It seemed to be working out well and only improved as the days went on. 

For his first ever boyfriend, Finch was pretty sure he struck pure gold. 

“I would like to do something,” Albert said suddenly. 

His eyes were transfixed on Finch, a common habit that Finch had come to recognize over the course of their relationship. Albert just liked to watch him occasionally, no matter what he was doing, and Finch didn’t mind in the slightest. Assessing the gaze now, there was something a little deeper than innocent or idle observation, but Finch couldn’t pin it down yet. 

“Like what?” Finch prompted, his voice lowering in volume under Albert’s attention. 

Albert rested a hand on Finch’s cheek, caressing his thumb over the plane of it with a smile of his own. “Can I please kiss you?” 

Finch nodded immediately. He leaned into his partner’s warm hand and simultaneously tipped his chin up to meet Albert’s lips sooner. His hands traveled up to hold the back of Albert’s neck and waist while they kissed. It was evident after a couple seconds that this wasn’t just one long kiss, but a make out session. Finch was excited about that, and managed to pull Albert even closer. 

In doing so, Albert deepened the kiss. His free hand roamed until it found the bottom edge of Finch’s shirt, and slipped under it to brush over Finch’s side. Gasping quietly into the kiss, Finch felt lost and vaguely dazed all of a sudden. Albert leaned back to speak. 

“Is this okay, Fi?” He checked, remaining painfully still until Finch answered him. 

“Yes, it’s good,” Finch said in a rush. He was breathless enough for his boyfriend to notice and faintly smirk at. With a boost of confidence, Finch tugged at the hem of Albert’s shirt. “Take this off?” 

That smirk was clear as day now. “Anything for you, bub.” 

Finch practically melted at the nickname (he always did) and lifted off Albert’s t-shirt to reveal the beautifully toned body beneath it. He took the time to admire it all again, then let his hands move freely over Albert’s bare torso and tattooed arms while they resumed making out. Albert did almost the same thing, except he was just slowly pushing Finch’s shirt up — after a minute or two, he hadn’t asked about it. Finch was getting impatient. 

He carefully twisted out of the kiss, surprising Albert. Before his boyfriend could say anything, Finch blurted out, “Take it off already.” 

It seemed like Albert had been waiting for permission, and having gotten it, he did as he was told. Finch propped himself up while Albert removed the shirt, leaving both partners shirtless now. Albert also took a handful of moments to openly admire Finch, who blushed and tried to look away to hide it. He wasn’t necessarily self-conscious, it was more of a habit that he wasn’t overly fond of at first, but the reaction it got from his partner was worth it. 

“Hey, show me that pretty face,” Albert requested. He used two fingers to lightly push Finch’s chin back towards him so they could look each other in the eye. “That’s better.” 

Finch needed to kiss this handsome man again. Albert deserved it for how absolutely perfect he was. Taking control, Finch directed Albert to hold Finch’s sides while simultaneously pulling him closer for a searing kiss. As to be expected, Albert reciprocated, smirking at Finch’s eagerness. The couple was back to making out, and Finch barely registered when Albert shifted to straddle him, effectively pinning him to the mattress. 

Eventually, Albert broke the kiss — Finch drew in a long breath of air, unaware that he even needed the pause — and switched to kiss along Finch’s cheek and the bridge of his nose instead. Finch grinned, still processing every point of contact between his body and Albert’s, who was so much warmer and so present. By comparison, Finch tried to maintain his breathing while losing a fight to bliss. 

Albert’s kisses trailed along Finch’s jaw and reached the edge of his lips, but Finch tipped his head back slightly to avoid reconnecting there. Somehow, he managed to string together, “No, not yet. Keep going.” 

Having acted on a whim, he wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted his boyfriend to do. The line of reasoning there was nonexistent. Finch was clocking out from the overwhelming sensations of this make out session — easily the most passionate one they’d had so far. Regardless, Albert seemed to understand and avoided Finch’s lips. Finishing the trail on Finch’s jaw, Albert took the next rational step: lower down, to Finch’s neck. 

For being pleasantly dazed, Finch was okay with this for a grand total of four seconds before his mind caught up and realized what was happening. 

Finch jolted underneath Albert, his breath hitching in a sudden, blind panic. Naturally, Albert reeled back in a flash, his eyes wide and expression fearful. 

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Fi, did I hurt you or something —?” Albert spoke in a rush, somewhat panicky himself, a byproduct of Finch’s reaction. He even went as far as trying to climb off Finch’s torso, but Finch held him in place. 

“No, no, you can stay. It’s okay, I’m okay,” Finch quickly reassured in urging. He wanted his partner’s steadfast presence to stay right where it was, especially while he was coming down from his brief show of unfiltered fear. 

The couple lapsed into silence. Finch, still laid flat on his back, waited for his heart rate to return to normal with closed eyes and deep breaths. He’d unconsciously grabbed Albert’s hands and held them over his ribcage, and Albert tentatively rubbed Finch’s knuckles to further soothe him. 

“I’m really sorry for killing the mood.” Finch kept his eyes shut as he whispered the apology to his boyfriend. 

“Don’t be sorry for being scared,” Albert said, his tone soft. “I’m really sorry for not being more careful. I should’ve asked first, and I didn’t, so I now feel like a total asshole —” 

“Sweetheart, please,” Finch gently interrupted. He looked up at his boyfriend. “We’re both kind of to blame here because we haven’t discussed all of our boundaries yet, at least on my end.” 

Albert nodded in agreement. “You’re right.” A pause, and he dropped eye contact. “So you clearly don’t like neck kisses.” 

Finch gave his answer some thought. “Technically, it felt really good for a few seconds, but then I remembered my immense fear of… things — for lack of a better term — near or touching my neck, but my throat specifically is the real problem.” 

“Why is that?” Albert asked. 

“It’s an extremely vulnerable spot on the body,” Finch explained matter-of-factly. “The skin of the throat is thin, and if too much breaks or pierces the skin, you’d just bleed out. If the right amount of —” 

“Woah, that’s grim —” 

“— pressure on your windpipe, then you’re completely cut off from oxygen —” 

“Fi, hang on —” 

“— meaning you might pass out or you could die from that too.” 

Upon seeing Albert’s worried expression, Finch awkwardly cleared his throat, far more self-conscious now. “There’s more,” he added quietly, but before Albert could stop him, Finch rambled on, “but I won’t say it because I know how this makes me sound and I should just shut up because the mood is beyond dead. I am so sorry, Al.” 

His eyes were closed again. If he was able to, Finch would’ve gotten up from his bed, but as it stood, Albert was still straddling him. And if Finch was being honest, he didn’t want his partner to move yet. What he really wanted was to go back in time by about two minutes and direct Albert’s kisses down to his shoulder or collarbone — literally anywhere past his neck. He wondered how hard it would be to request for Albert to act like this entire conversation never happened and just kiss him again, just distract him from the stupid fear he has that ruined a perfectly good make out session —

“Adrian.” 

The use of his real name pulled Finch out of his mental spiral. He returned to the searching green eyes of Albert, who offered a satisfied smile when Finch actually focused on him. 

“Thank you for telling me about your fear,” Albert said earnestly. “I didn’t know it scared you so much, and I will not, under any circumstances, kiss your neck or throat going forward. I promise to be careful with you.” 

A small smile pulled at the corners of Finch’s mouth. “Because you don’t want to lose me.” 

“Because I don’t want to lose you,” Albert echoed sweetly, squeezing Finch’s hands and leaning down to lightly kiss his forehead. “I never want to do something that scares you.” 

Finch’s automatic response was going to be ‘And I love you for that’ but he managed to say something else lovingly appreciative before those three words slipped out. They’d only been dating for three and a half months, and while he’d never had a boyfriend before, Finch had a strong feeling that saying ‘I love you’ right now was too soon. (Even if it was true already.) 

Deeming the conversation a success, Finch aimed to redirect it. He said, “Can we get back to making out, or…?” 

“Of course we can,” Albert agreed immediately, and they released their hands to hold each other in other places. “Where do you want me, bub?” 

Just with one little nickname, Finch was melting again. He reached up to pull Albert back to his lips, and they kissed like that for a while before Finch got a great idea. He slowly leaned up, still locked against Albert, and effortlessly maneuvered their positions. Once they were situated, Albert was the one laying on the mattress whereas Finch straddled him instead, and they broke apart for air. 

“That was pretty smooth,” Albert commended, short of breath and the most attractive Finch had ever seen him. 

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Finch quipped with a grin, his cheeks flushed pink. He traced over his partner’s bare chest, causing Albert to squirm a bit, and Finch’s grin grew wider. “Can I kiss you here?” 

“Please,” was the simple permission that Finch received, and he eagerly leaned down to do just that.

[ My AO3 Dashboard • Sept. 9: On AO3! ]

[chaniiverse]

any good chanhee fics that you recommend? there isnt a lot of new biased peopel

Oh my. I love this ask so much! As a channie girlie there really is so less fics of my man 😭. It physically hurts but I re-read so manyyyy of the ones which are out there.

Simple gifts: by @sungbeam

This is like the first ever fluff (?) I read of Chanhee which stuck to me. I literally went to Beam’s DMs crying to her about this fic because I just love this so much 😭. I did not stop thinking about this fic for WEEKS especially the line “I am lonely but not when you’re here” it’s just so Chanhee coded!

That’s him, that’s just who he is: by @from-izzy

The first ever fic Izz wrote and that also for ME! Yes people, it’s for me 🥺🫶🏻. When I was reading this I literally started balling my eyes out because of how sad it was. I even sent a pic of me crying too Izz 😭💀. It’s not everyday you’d find a fic about the struggles my man went through and Izz literally depicted it all so well :)

The warmest winter: by @from-izzy

The roller coasters of ride izz went through when riding this fic was so 😭🥲. She really gave it her all when writing this sweet thing and she did not disappoint us Chanhee lovers because she ate AND served 💪. Tbh this fic is just so pure 🥺 the way chani gets jealous of Juyo (I love jealous men and I kid you not I am a possessive chani believer) made me want to bang my head against the wall SHSHSHSHSHS

Redemption of love: by @winterchimez

You guys don’t know how much I love this series 😔. I have never watched any musicals (NOT MY FAULT NOTHING LIKE THAT IS IN MUMBAI OKAY??) but I genuinely saw this one clip (it was in the first chapter of this fic) of the chandelier falling and oh my the way I was like “I NEED TO WATCH THIS MUSICAL!?” But not only do I love this fic because it’s Chanhee but also because ik how much this means to Als 🥺🫶🏻.

Even if the world caves,: by @kimsohn

Yall shru wrote this fic for me and me only and I will die while holding this fic close to my heart because it means a lot to me and I love this very much just the way I love my shru. The way I went through so many different emotions while reading this fic 😭. Like omg I get enemies2lovers AND a cameo of Vernon?? It’s a good day to die yeah? You guys have to read this fic written by shru ASAP!

# ur such an emo!: by @cloverdaisies

I will never shut up about the fic written by clo because they’re just so magical and makes me want Chanhee more than ever. Tbh this was such a surprise for me when clo said she wrote a fic for me 🥺. I already knew that she was busy with her work and all and then she just goes “Sana I wrote a Chanhee fic for your birthday.” Out of nowhere and me just sitting there balling my eyes out because 🥺🫶🏻. And then again we love enemies2lovers in this household especially when it comes to Chanhee so yes. We love this fic dearly.

Black hearts: by @cloverdaisies

The way clo depicted all the prompts given by me and @winterchimez in this fic has me on chokehold ngl 😭. I went to sleep after talking with ally and clo and then when I woke up BOOM BAM POW Clo had posted it already. I lowkey screamed when I saw this and the way it literally has all of our biases in this fic 🥺😭. Side note: I miss our lil trio yall 😭🥺. Late night chats again when 😭.

Valentines win: by @strayed-quokka

Omg my lenlen 🥺🫶🏻. She dedicated this one for me. Ha! *flips hair* be jealous 😍🫵. I was smiling like crazy when reading this fic of hers tho, the way Chanhee was like “no I am going to win this for you. I am not gonna back out” made my heart melt 🥺. Because we all know Chanhee is not a sporty type of person so him trying to win this just made me want to bash my head against the wall 😭🤧. And the fact that it was a POKÉMON SOFT TOY MADE IT MORE BETTER SISJDJDJ.

Chanhee with a girly gf: by @astrae4

If I don’t mention this one it’d be a serious crime and I do not want to go in jail 😭😢. This is the first ever work i read of Gill (that’s a lie. The first one was the channie smau) and this literally made me giggle so much 😭🥺. It has been a while since I read this again but we love this fic a lot 💪

Lipstick stains: by @slytherinshua

This very fic of Chanhee made me fall in love with him even more. Like you don’t get this fic the way I do. It literally took me out of my writers slump 😭🤧. It literally made me want to read other fics again because it reminded me that there are still good writers out there who write for my man 😭🥺. And u get husband channie. What else do you want? Be fr 😭

Something blue: by @deobienthusiast

I was beta reading this fic for K and I divorced Sangyeon and married Chanhee instead. End of the story. I was literally balling my eyes out because no way in hell would I treat my best friend (why be a best friend when you can be my best boyfriend tho?) Chanhee the way the reader did 🙄. Like?? But I love how Chanhee still showed up to her wedding (wanna make it our wedding instead?) despite everything the reader said to him 😭.

I think if you guys want a part two of this plz let me know 🥺🫶🏻. I would have added some smuts but idk if you’re a minor or an adult so 😭. In the part two (if you guys ever want it) imma add the ones I read on Wattpad too! (There’s only two but whatever)

Here’s some Chanhee for a good day ahead!

[neewtmas]

a non-exhaustive list of fic recs for lockwood & co and stranger things

Under the cut you’ll find my Lockwood & Co and Stranger Things fic recs.

These fics are in no particular order and are the ones that stood out most to me while reading. All of these authors have other writing that should be checked out! Most have their masterlist pinned at the top  of their blog, which is why I didn’t link it seperately. 

Have fun reading these excellent pieces of fanfiction❤️

Lockwood & Co

George

by @maraschinomerry

How to Stand (friends to lovers, fluff, both povs, George teaches reader how to use a rapier)

Matching Mates (friends to lovers, george has a crush, locklyle teasing him about it, Fittes Ball, bestfriend!Lucy is scheming)

Matching Mates Part 2 (established relationship, fluff)

Stay Safe (Reader and George fight a visitor together)

Important Research  (friends to lovers, both povs, george is the sweetest,  misunderstandings, fluff)

I’ve got your back (angst + fluff, hurt/comfort, cuddling)

Offerings (angst + fluff, getting possessed by a ghost)

by @givemea-dam-break

Pretty (friends to lovers, bestfriend!Lucy, locklyle, Fittes Ball, jealousy and awkward George,  he’s a little idiot tbh)

Little Notes (love confessions through letters)

Touch (Gorge is jealous of Lockwood, fluff, a little angst)

masterlist for Lockwood x reader

by @lewkwoodnco

Wildest Dreams (strangers to lovers, reader works at Fittes, very in-character George, slight angst but happy ending)

Be More (valentine's day, FLUFF, george is a little awkward, food fight!! feels like a warm hug)

by @oblivious-idiot

london calling (reader works at Fittes, friends to lovers, fluff)

midnight comforts (after the boneglass, nightmares, cuddling, fluffyyyy)

the break of dawn (fluff, pizza for breakfast, watching a movie)

late night collisions (friends to lovers, fluff, george is bad at uno, stealing shirts)

the only exception (ghost touch, fluff, george is the swe etest)

Stuck in the middle with you by @stray-kaz (18+ only!, reader contacts the ghost of Annabelle Ward, angst, fluff, smut)

Sleep Tight by @honey-lavender-latte (friends to lovers, comforting George, cuddles, his pov)

Lockwood

Just another love song by @tangledinlove (friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, love languages, George and Lucy have to intervene, long!!)

I take you like you do your tea, with lemon and with honey by @lewkwoodnco (first person Lockwood, Lockwood is in love, pure poetry)

Deck The Halls (and not your partner) by @bella-rose29 (long! 12 part series, enemies to lovers, fake dating!! set around christmas time (with everything that entails), fluff, angst, mildly spicy towards the end, lockwood is a little shit from time to time, fantastic couple dynamic)

escapism by @aislinrayne (18+ but no actual smut, reader is drunk, insane tension, lockwood is a simp, lot's of lockwood pov)

Little Pink Heart by @maraschinomerry (SAD, NO happy end, established relationship, reader dies on the job, it's a beautiful read tho)

Locklyle

that funny feeling by @givemea-dam-break (ANGST and only ANGST)

Untitled by @lucelockwood (the most beautiful thing you'll ever read, 100% pure love)

Borrowed Time by @waitingforthesunrise (angst, post Hollow Boy, serial killer prompt)

Policy 8 by @the-biscuit-agreement (on AO3, very long, it feels like reading another Lockwood & Co book, angst, fluff, it has everything)

The Whole World Filled With Silence by @13atoms (focus on Lucy, post canon, talents fading but it's bittersweet instead of angsty)

Just An Act by @czenzo (extremely in character, so funny, the skull is the best)

George & Lucy

5 times George missed Lucy, 1 time he admitted it by @givemea-dam-break & @ikeasupremacy

Stranger Things

Series

Dancing with myself by @ambrossart  (finished, fluff and angst, happy ending, ALL the feels and just simply amazingly written, everyone needs to read this one)

You are in love by @missscarlettangel (finished, strangers to friends to lovers, kinda slow burn, just a super sweet feel-good story and absolutely worth the read)

Eddie Munson

Dirty Dreaming by @eddiethefreakkmunson (smut! best friends to lovers, Eddie has a wet dream about the reader and deals with the repercussions)

Listen to the Trees by @ethereal27cereal (includes smut, fluff, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, plus size!reader, ‘there’s only one bed’-trope, a very handsy wet dream,  both povs)

My favourite Person by @pollenallergie (best friends to lovers, slow burn, starts out with them as little kids)

Oneshots

by @copycatkillerfics 

Head over Heels/ Code Lime Green (fluff, friends to lovers, kinda insecure but very in love Eddie, Dustin plays matchmaker)

Angel/ What’s left unspoken (angst & fluff, friends to lovers, both povs, cliche in the best way)

A spark (angst and fluff, friends to lovers, truth or dare goes a little wrong, butterflies guaranteed) 

Since the Sunflowers (angst and fluff, shitty boyfriend alert, Eddie is a sweetheart in love, happy ending)

by @marymunsonloves

Hellfire Babes (best friends to lovers, you wear Eddie’s clothes and he can’t handle it, both povs, halloween party)

All dolled up (angst & fluff, friends to lovers, slight misunderstanding, a little jealous Eddie)

More to love (best friends to lovers, implied plus size reader, Eddie helps you with body issues, accidental confession)

by @munson-blurbs

Flattery works with me (smut, a revealing bikini at the pool is all it takes to get Eddie going)

Clueless (fluff, the hellfire boys push Eddie to ask you out)

Bookworm!reader (fluff, shy reader, Eddie joins reader in detention)

by @singularattitudeofasafetypin

If you wanted me, you really should’ve shown (friends to lovers, kinda shitty boyfriend, Eddie shows you what you’re missing in the most beautiful way)

How you get the girl (friends to lovers, Eddie overhears you telling Steve how to step up his game, Eddie’s pov)

Crazy Forever (established relationship, Eddie is insecure)

by @corrodedcoffins

Different Kind of Jealous (best friends to lovers, mutual pining, jealousy, both povs, all the good stuff)

New Outfit (fluff & angst, friends to lovers, reader tries to appease Eddie by changing her looks, confession during a fight)

Man of my dreams (smut!, best friends to lovers, reader has a wet dream about Eddie, relentless teasing, the gang hangs out together, platonic steve x reader moment, jealous Eddie)

Love comes walking in (best friends to lovers, fluff & angst, jealousy, Eddie is a clueless idiot, Dustin is the sweetest little guy, Eddie makes it up to you beautifully)

by @sunflowergirl522

Teardrops on my guitar (best friends to lovers, Eddie is so in love, jealousy, mutual pining, misunderstandings)

He’s my brother (strangers to lovers, mutual pining, movie nights)

by @forever-rogue

Miscommunications (best friends to lovers, fluff & angst, jealousy, a fight, mutual pining, insecurities)

In which Eddie drives you crazy (friends to lovers, fluff, intense flirting from Eddie)

by @eddie-van-munson

Elvira’s Movie Macabre (friends to lovers, bestfriend!chrissy, fluff & angst, both povs, Eddie is an idiot, but he makes it up to you)

Peanut Butter Cookies (best friends to lovers, jealousy)

masterlist by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes (found it hard to narrow down here)

meet me at midnight by @maria-scribbles (fluff, aquaintances to lovers, new years eve party, henderson!reader)

Are you leaving? by @fluffansmut (fluff, both povs, Eddie is insecure)

The Morning after by @ashtonsbff (fluff & angst, best friends to lovers, insecure reader and insecure Eddie)

is something wrong with me? by @djarintreble (best friends to lovers, mutual pining, some insecurities, Eddie shows you that there is nothing wrong with you)

Taking Eddie’s virginity by @usedtobecooler (smut!, best friends to lovers)

One Call away by @uselessastheginlasagnaa (fluff & angst, best friends to lovers, toxic/abusive relationship but Eddie is always there for you)

I think I’ve loved you forever by @cinemaquinn (smut!, fluff, best friends to lovers, insecurities, misunderstandings, mutual pining)

hold me like i’m more than just a friend by @heartthrobinsficrecs (best friends to lovers, intense fluff, henderson!reader, mutual pining, Eddie is your first kiss, both povs)

Someone that actually likes me by @oddlykilledghosts (aquaintances to lovers, fluff, Dustin’s a matchmaker)

Angels & Demons by @galaxy-siren (friends to lovers, fluff, bestfriend!chrissy, halloween party, both povs)

Have you seen my sweatshirt by @waratah-moon (established relationship, cheerleader!reader, fluff)

On my doorstep by @softharrington (smut! friends to lovers, idiots in love, mutual pining, both povs)

[angstyaches]

couldn't resist sending you a few prompts from that list, what yummy dialogue!! i'd love to see some sick Donnacha and caretaker Henry (i adore their dynamic, it soothes my soul) maybe using "you're still alive, right?" and "shit, i've never been this sick in my life." i'm also fond of "i hid the car keys. you're. staying. home." but tbh flick everything you write is pure gold so please go for whatever prompts tickle your fancy <3

Anon asked:

yay! i wasn’t sure if you were so i didn’t want to make a request without checking first. from the question ideas #15 post that you reblogged, would you be interested in writing something for donnacha around the “bad day?” prompt? i’m kinda obsessed with the platonic caretaking between him and henry. i’m also really interested to know if donnacha will continue to explore his sexuality beyond his kiss with henry (without actually involving henry in the experimentation) and how any potential realizations will make him feel

Quotes are from this prompt list.

Thank you for the opportunity to expand upon Donnacha's bisexual journey because I've actually wanted to do that for ages.

CW: anxiety, slight (bisexual) panic, coming out, nausea, stomach ache, emeto, platonic caretaking, implied potential sc*t,

Word Length: fucking long.

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11:36pm 

When he walked through the hallway and into the living room at this hour, he didn’t expect to find the room filled with basically everybody he knew – besides his family and his rugby mates. 

Donnacha froze, feeling like he’d just stepped off a plane. Or a merry-go-round. Somewhere he didn’t quite feel like himself, where the rules of life sort of went out the window, and existence itself shifted a little bit. 

All the nerves and adrenaline and sparkly feelings that had filled his night all left him at the same time, dumping him right back in the thick of reality. 

His stomach took a particularly low dip as he noticed Payton on the couch, their arm draped around Autumn’s shoulders. They both stiffened when they saw him, but they didn’t disentangle from each other. 

“Hi,” Autumn said. Her hair was longer than the last time he’d seen her. 

“Hiya,” Donnacha mumbled. 

Payton didn’t greet him. He’d been cold with them for so long now that they barely bothered anymore. Donnacha’s stomach twisted with guilt, as well as a hint of victory. An empty sort of victory, but still. 

Lucy was sitting on the couch too, in pyjama bottoms and a hoodie, one knee pulled to her chest. She looked up briefly from her phone. “Oh, hey, Donnacha.” 

And then Henry fixed him with a look, and Donnacha felt like he could breathe again. He was sitting at the dining table, with his worn copy The Catcher in the Rye and a cup of tea.  

Tea sounded fucking lovely, actually. The cocktails had been yummy while he’d been drinking them, but he would appreciate something to wash the sickly-sweet aftertaste out of his mouth and settle the burning upset in his belly. 

“How was it?” Henry asked him, ever straight to the point. 

That snagged everybody else’s attention more than Donnacha’s initial arrival had.  

God, he loved Henry, but he could kill him sometimes. 

“Oh, shit,” Lucy exclaimed, eyeing Donnacha’s jeans – his nice jeans, not his everyday jeans – and shirt. She let her phone rest on her knee. “Did you have another date tonight?” 

“Yeah, I did,” he responded weakly, focusing on her rather than letting his eyes trail towards Autumn. “It was kind of a... last-minute thing.” 

“Another date,” Autumn repeated. She was braver than him. Always had been. Ran headlong into things with a smile on her face. 

Donnacha gritted his teeth and tried his best to look casual as he met her gaze. 

“I didn’t know you were dating someone.” She looked genuinely happy for him, which Donnacha silently resented, and resented himself for resenting. Payton shifted their weight, and for once, Donnacha couldn’t even bask in their discomfort, because this was extremely uncomfortable for him, too. 

“Two someones, actually,” he blurted out. The words immediately tasted horrible in his mouth. He had no desire to make Autumn jealous, so what was this burning need to prove something? What was he even trying to prove?  

“Two?” Henry’s interest was renewed. “You weren’t out with the same person as yesterday?” 

Donnacha forced a smile, promising himself he wouldn’t get mad at Henry. But Christ, he just wanted a cup of tea, not an inquisition. 

“Nope,” he said. 

“Okay, so, how was it tonight?” Lucy wanted to know. She propped her fist under her chin and leaned onto her knees. “Was she pretty? Nice?” 

“Um...” Donnacha felt a tickle of a laugh rise in his chest, despite everything. His hands and his voice were trembling, which was mildly ridiculous. “Actually, he was... cute.” 

The room fell silent, and his unsettled belly was suddenly flooded with an anxious buzzing. This wasn’t the fluttery anticipation he’d felt at the start of the night, like he was a teenager about to step onto the field for his first under-20s game. This was despair, like fumbling the ball and costing his team the winning try during his first under-20s game. 

It sank in all at once, what he had just done. Jesus, what a way to come out to two of his roommates and his ex-girlfriend as... whatever he was. He probably should have at least waited until he had a word for it. 

“He was a polite sort of lad. Pulled my chair out for me, which has never happened to me before, actually,” Donnacha chuckled, mainly because nobody else was saying anything. The only person whose gaze he could bear to meet was Henry’s, and when he did, Henry gave him a little wink of approval. 

And then Donnacha got his breath back.  

He could kill Henry sometimes, but he loved him. 

Lucy looked the least surprised out of the other three, but she still squinted at him like he was a maths test and she’d slept through the last ten lessons. “Okay, sorry, but... yesterday, it was a girl, right? You showed me a picture. She had long, brown hair, a tattoo on her neck –” 

“That was, um, a genderqueer person, actually.” Donnacha rubbed the back of his neck. He wished he could stop saying ‘actually’ so much; he butchered it with his accent every time, and it made him feel like he was being insincere when he wasn’t. “Not a ‘she’.” 

“Oh,” Lucy exclaimed. “Oh, sorry.” 

“And... how did that one go?” Payton’s voice was low and somewhat deliberate. It was probably the first time they’d spoken directly to him in a week. 

“Ve was very nice.”  

Even Henry looked shocked and impressed this time; he’d surely assumed that someone like Donnacha wouldn’t even know what neopronouns were, let alone manage to use them in a sentence. It seemed like a silly thing to feel smug about, but Donnacha couldn’t help it. He barely recognised himself these days; it almost felt necessary to let some other people in on the craziness. 

“But m-maybe a bit too intellectual,” Donnacha went on, despite the swelling discomfort in his stomach. He was over-sharing. He had never been like this. Maybe he’d always talked things out with Autumn one-on-one, and now his ramblings needed other outlets. “I think ve would get, um, bored of me very quickly.” 

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Lucy frowned. 

Donnacha shivered, breathing hard against a wave of nausea. What the hell was wrong with him? Henry and Lucy were both gay, Payton was nonbinary, and Autumn was... well, he wasn’t entirely sure, but she was clearly attracted to someone who wasn’t a man, so not necessarily straight. This was the safest room of people he could be in. 

So why did he feel like he was going to faint, or throw up, or both? 

“Anyway. Cuppa?” He skimmed his gaze over Payton, Autumn, and Lucy. “No? Hen?” 

Henry shook his head. “No, thanks, hon, I’m still nursing mine.” 

“So you are.” Donnacha snapped his fingers in the direction of Henry’s mug. He’d never snapped his fingers before pointing at anything before in his life.  

Before he could do or say anything else weird, he turned towards the kitchen. His knees threatened to sag while he was putting water in the kettle, ears straining towards the living room. It felt like he’d just let off a slew of random fireworks and then left. He wondered if they would talk about him now, while he was out of sight.  

Sweat crackled on his forehead. What whispers would Autumn and Payton be sharing? Donnacha wondered – again – why he even cared. His feelings for Autumn were in the past. If she broke up with Payton and asked Donnacha to take her back tomorrow, he would say no. He knew that, as certainly as he knew Henry’s favourite chocolate was 70% cocoa with sea salt. His feelings for her had changed. That was what his kiss with Henry had taught him.  

He slapped a dry teabag against the back of his hand while he waited for the kettle to finish boiling. His cheeks puffed out under the force of a slow, lazy belch that crept up from his gut. God, those cocktails were not sitting great. Donnacha’s throat felt sticky, as though he was still sipping one. Now that his mood was dipping, he couldn’t help thinking that the fried chicken they had ordered to the table had been a little hard to choke down. He wasn’t used to deep-fried food, and he could feel how his belly was gurgling away trying to digest the greasy coating and the stringy meat. 

At this point in time, he remembered the unpleasantness of the food, and the shifting of his stomach, more than he remembered the face of the man that he’d shared it with. Although, that might have had to do with the fact that he felt like he was suffocating right now. 

Do you know what? Tea, be damned. Who could be arsed standing around, waiting for a kettle to boil, when they were embarrassed and not feeling well? 

Donnacha skulked back through the living area, slowing down but not stopping. 

“I’m off to bed, actually,” he said. Actually. He didn’t meet anyone’s gaze this time. “I’m wrecked. I’ll see yous tomorrow, or...” He broke himself off with a nod as he ducked through the archway and bolted for his bedroom. 

11:58pm 

He sat and fidgeted with his phone for a couple of minutes. He had texts from both Josh and Willow, but every time he thought about composing a reply to either of them, it felt like they were both in the room, standing over him with their shoes pressed against his chest. Josh with his brogues, Willow with ver knee-high boots. Josh, smelling like musk and molasses; Willow, smelling like an ocean breeze. Both of them fantastic and gorgeous and, apparently, waiting for texts back from him because they liked him. 

So why couldn't he stop focusing on the looks he might get if he walked about town with either one of them on his arm? Why, instead of giddy and excited, did he only feel this sickening dread?  

“Donnacha!” Henry’s voice said sharply on the other side of the door, as though they’d been in the middle of a conversation and Donnacha had said something outrageous. 

His skin prickled, hot then cold. He got up, stomped over, and opened the door. “What?” 

Henry made a face and shut his eyes, like he was rebooting himself. When he spoke again, there was something a little more fragile about his voice. 

“Bad day, was it?” 

“No! It was fine! I told you.” Donnacha sat down on his bed again. Standing was doing his stomach no favours.  

Henry paced in behind him.  

“Maybe our personalities didn’t click very well,” Donnacha shrugged. “Maybe he reminded me a bit too much of myself. And I might now know who or what I’m interested in, but I know for a fact I’m not interested in going out with myself.” 

Henry nodded as though what he was hearing wasn’t the ramblings of a slightly drunk man having a crisis. 

“And, of course, I was nervous,” Donnacha murmured, lowering his chin slightly. “You know? I’m twenty-five and casually dating for the first time ever. And it was a lad, hen. And this... the lads thing, it – it still feels weird, actually.” Actually. “But I was... no, I was the normal amount of nervous. It was a normal kind of date. Just normal.” 

Henry shifted his weight from one leg to the other, cane tilting with his hips. “Donnacha, I... asked if you had a bad day. Not a bad date.” 

Donnacha swallowed, this time tasting the chicken grease right in the back of his throat. He folded his arms over his middle and leaned forward, testing how the pressure felt against his stomach. “Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Misheard ya, then.” Donnacha sniffed and cleared his throat. And then words came out of his mouth in a dizzying rush. "Bad days, I-I've had any amount of those recently."

"What?" Henry asked hoarsely. "And... you didn't think to say anything?"

Donnacha shrugged. He noticed that Henry’s glasses were slipping down his nose, just a bit, but he was eyeing the way Donnacha was sitting, hugging his belly.

“Are... you feeling sick?” 

Instead of a verbal reply, Donnacha hiccupped, the pain cutting so deeply through his chest that he made a choking sound like he’d been punched. 

“You gonna be sick?” Henry asked, casting a glance towards the hallway as an afterthought, presumably wondering if Lucy’s ears had pricked up at his words. 

“I don’t know. I don’t know anything, Hen!” Donnacha was raising his voice now, and he either didn’t care, or cared immensely. “I – I don’t even know who I am anymore.” 

Donnacha’s face burned as the words escaped him.  

Jesus Christ.  

He’d never been this moody and self-indulgent, but it felt as though he’d stumbled across this beautiful, yet painfully delicate, thing inside of him, and the thought of exposing it – allowing it to be observed, critiqued, potentially broken – to the world made him want to scream. 

Back home, he’d have sent his old man into absolute uproar if he’d come out with a line like that, accusing him of having too much time on his hands. His secondary school coach would have asked him if he’d rather join the drama society (ironically, of course, since his school hadn’t had a drama society). Even the lads on the current team would probably chuckle at him, or, at best, nudge him in the direction of a counsellor rather than have him bang on like this in front of them. 

Henry didn’t ridicule him. He didn’t accuse him of being soft. 

Instead, Henry hobbled forward to stand next to him, combed his fingers through Donnacha’s hair, and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. Donnacha sighed – or was it a little sob? – and tilted his head against Henry’s stomach. It felt good to have a body so close to him. This was more physical contact than he had experienced on either of his two dates, and that thought was so confusing that it made the knots in his stomach pull even tighter. 

“You don’t have to know,” Henry whispered. “You don’t have to know anything. Your story belongs to you, and no one else.” 

Bile rose in Donnacha’s throat. “Bit late for that now.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, I... made a show of myself, didn’t I?” Donnacha flicked a hand in the general direction of the living area, as though the scene where he’d announced his sexual fluidity was still taking place out there, in open defiance of him and his current feelings about it. 

“You didn’t make a show of yourself. Donnacha, what are you on about?” Henry tilted his head and brushed a tear away from Donnacha’s cheek with his thumb. His hand was a little cold, thanks to his bad circulation, “Exactly what do you think you did wrong?” 

“I... I don’t know. I thought talking about it would be easier, is all,” Donnacha said on a trembling sigh. His stomach cramped, but the pain felt secondary to the panic that had wound its way around his chest. “It felt weird, a-and... it felt like stripping down to the nip and waving my arse in the air, with all of you watching me.” 

“That’s...” A smile, both wry and fond, crept through the lines in Henry’s features. “Unfortunately, that’s what coming out often feels like. I mean, maybe it was too soon for you, and you took yourself by surprise. You sure as fuck took me by surprise.”  

Donnacha chuckled drily, and Henry kissed his head again.  

“But I was so proud of you, hon.” 

A spark of warmth circled Donnacha’s heart. 

“Hope you know that.” 

Donnacha tried to swallow around a hiccup, not wanting to ruin what felt like a tender moment, but he failed spectacularly and ended up belching instead.

“Thank you," he mumbled. "‘Scuse me.” 

"We'll chat more tomorrow. I think you should try to get some sleep.” 

“I will, if you get out of my room, you weirdo,” Donnacha mumbled. He reached up to squeeze Henry’s arm before sinking back a little on the bed.  

“Rude.” Henry finally adjusted his glasses. He glanced towards Donnacha’s bedside cabinet. “You never made that cup of tea, by the way. Do you want me to bring you one?” 

Donnacha curled his lip, rubbing one hand over his middle. “Nah, my stomach really doesn’t feel great.” 

Henry nodded, eyeing him warily again. “Well, I’ve been having atrocious insomnia, so let me know if you need anything.” 

12:21am 

Jesus, but these cramps were getting brutal now. 

Donnacha was relieved that Henry hadn’t decided to spend the night in his room, because as soon as he had laid down, it sounded like a lawnmower engine had started up in his belly. 

He had resigned himself to sleeping on his back, which he didn’t usually do. Acid sloshed into the base of his oesophagus, thanks to the heartless bitch called gravity, but it was the only position he could find where he could cradle his sore, gurgling stomach with both hands. He woke a few times to find his hands had slid to his sides and had to readjust them. 

4:07am 

A car horn blasted him fully from his sleep.  

Donnacha groaned in pain (Oh, sweet Jesus, my belly hurts) and confusion (who the hell is sitting on their horn at this hour?!). He was starting to think he’d never get used to living in the town. Back home, the most he’d ever be woken up by was a crying fox, and even that used to be an exciting affair that he’d share with his parents and sisters over breakfast. (Did any of yous hear the fox last night?!) 

He sat up in bed, and as he did, his belly growled like he was starving, when he was in fact the opposite. Its contents went tumbling over into a heavy pile. Donnacha let out a hiccup-belch, his throat too tight to release enough air to relieve any of the pain. 

He planted a hand on his stomach, flinching when the pressure stirred up more pain than he’d expected. His belly was pushing out, taking up more space inside his old jersey than it usually did, and the surface of it felt stretched and tight. He frowned. He hadn’t exactly gone overboard last night, and none of his drinks had been carbonated.  

Must’ve been that chicken, he thought. Saliva flooded his cheeks even as he recalled it. A gurgle wove its way through his gut, accompanied by a clenching, slithering pain. 

A bead of sweat chased another bead of sweat down his back. 

He shot to his feet and moved as fast as he could without bouncing himself up and down. His stomach was jostled nonetheless, and he burped and hiccupped and gulped convulsively all the way to the bathroom. 

When he reached the toilet, he was drooling and gagging, ready to get this over with. Donnacha cringed and braced himself, but it wasn’t enough to lessen the unpleasantness of experiencing that sticky, greasy chicken in his mouth all over again, this time mixed with acidic juices.  

All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and look forward to the relief he knew he’d feel later, when the food was unable to torment his stomach anymore.  

He retched hard, throat constricting around strangled groans. 

It was down his shirt, he realised when the retching slowed down and he opened his eyes. One of the hiccups in the hallway must have brought something up with it.  

Shit. He needed to go check that he hadn’t left any on the floor. If Lucy saw that, she’d – 

“Urrgggghhh,” Donnach moaned as sharp pains wracked his belly. He’d made a bit of a mess on the floor, too, somehow, but he’d had to deal with that later. 

The next wave was coursing up his throat, filling his mouth all the way to the backs of his teeth, before spilling into the toilet bowl. He couldn’t remember throwing up this thickly, this immensely, since he’d been little. He could almost feel the chill of the farmhouse bathroom – which was very different and much fresher than the chill that plagued apartment blocks. He pictured his mother fussing over him, checking his forehead with her hand, tutting as she went looking for the cordless landline so she could call his school. He could almost taste the 7Up that she would stir the bubbles out of, because flat 7Up was the cure for everything in those days. 

As he choked up a mouthful of yellow fluid that stuck to his lips on the way out, Donnacha couldn’t remember if stomach acid and flat 7Up tasted much different.  

Ew. 

He retched again. 

He wasn’t sure how long he spent in front of the toilet, but eventually, Donnacha noted that he needed to pee. Too exhausted and nauseous to stand, he peeled himself up off the floor and sat on the toilet seat. He couldn’t have said how long he spent like that, hunched over so that his head nearly touched his knees, arms gripping his cramping belly. All in all, this was a relatively safe spot for him to be in, especially if things went south. Well, further south. Based on how things were progressing, he wouldn’t have been surprised... 

Donnacha sat up, propped his elbows on his knees, and cradled his head in his hands.  

5:27am 

The front door slammed. 

Donnacha jumped. Shivered. He was still sitting on the toilet, and he felt dizzy. Had he dozed off? Or just spaced out for a second? He blinked and glanced over at the thin light white streaming through the bathroom window. 

It had probably been Lucy, he thought blearily, leaving for classes a lot earlier than usual. Made sense that she’d want to get out of the house, if she’d caught wind of any of Donnacha’s troubles in the night.  

Donnacha would probably feel bad about setting off her phobia later, but right now, he didn’t have the energy to feel any worse than he already did. 

5:38am 

Whether he’d beaten his insomnia or not, the front door slamming must have gotten Henry out of bed. He must have seen Donnacha’s bedroom door swinging open, and his empty bed, because Donnacha’s ears were suddenly prickling from the gentle taps of his cane as he came down the hallway towards the bathroom door. 

He didn’t knock. He just gently called out, “Donnacha?” 

Donnacha squeezed his eyes shut. Bad idea. His head immediately started to spin and his upper body started to sway. 

“Hey, hon?” Henry called out a little more sharply. “Still alive in there, aren’t you?” 

“Just about,” he croaked. 

“Want me to come in?” 

Donnacha looked down at his sick-stained jersey. He was still sitting on the toilet. He and Henry might have been close, but… not this close. Donnacha wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be this close to anybody. 

“No,” he muttered. 

“You coming out soon?” 

Donnacha groaned. “Yeah, yeah. Just go away and give me a few minutes.” 

“Alright.” 

5:45am 

“Jesus…” 

“Come on,” Donnacha murmured, reaching for Henry’s hand and attempting to turn him around. “You don’t want to be near that bathroom for a while.” 

Henry was inclined to believe him. 

“How did... I didn’t think you were that drunk last night.” Henry frowned. If he’d known this was going to happen, he could have left a bucket in Donnacha’s room. He’d seemed upset after talking to everyone in the living room, but Henry hadn’t thought he’d been hammered. Who got drunk enough to make themselves puke on a first date? 

“I wasn’t,” Donnacha whined. He rubbed the heel of his hand against his belly as they walked towards Donnacha’s room. “I think it was the food at the cocktail bar.” 

“Why, what’d you have?” 

“Ugh, this horrible, greasy chicken.” Donnacha’s cheeks puffed out a little, and his hand pressed further into his middle, as though his wrung-out stomach could barely take the mention of said chicken. “Ugh. Gave me this fierce belly ache last night.” 

“Or,” Henry ventured, “you were coming down with a bug.” 

“No. Nope.” Donnacha shook his head and let go of Henry’s arm as they reached his bedroom. “See, I had that one a few months ago. You remember it.” 

Henry stood still, frowning as hard as ever, while Donnacha lowered himself onto the bed. The duvet was ruffled from the night before, but he made no effort to pull it up around himself. 

Henry blew a gentle raspberry with his lips. “You don’t – you can’t just, like, get one tummy bug and then be immune to all of them. It’s not like the chickenpox –” 

Donnacha whined, making a face like a child who was about to be lectured. “Ssshhh, Hen.” 

Henry bristled slightly at being told to sshh, but let it slide seeing as Donnacha wasn’t feeling well. He eyed him as he settled down on his side, face pressed into his pillow. 

“Going to sleep?” 

“I’m actually just... gonna rest my eyes for a minute.” 

“Or you could go to sleep.” Henry reached for the duvet and started to pull it up over Donnacha’s side. 

“Can’t.” Donnacha's voice sounded ragged. “Training at half eight. Have to shower.” 

Henry snort-laughed. Donnacha lifted a hand to try to push the duvet away from his shoulder.  

“Match next week,” Donnacha croaked, tucking one arm under his head and curling the other around his belly. For someone who didn’t want to be tucked in, he sure looked like he was getting comfortable. “Can’t skip.” 

“Wait, you’re being serious?” Henry froze, still holding the corner of the duvet so that it made a tent shape over Donnacha’s upper body. He didn’t want to laugh again, but one was bubbling in his chest. “You’re hardly going to training, hon.” 

“I’m grand,” Donnacha told him. “I’ve got – gotten it all up. And… out. Out of my system. Should be fine now.” 

“I thought you might say that, so, actually –” Henry said. 

He swore he heard Donnacha mutter under his breath, “Actually.” 

“– I’ve taken the liberty of hiding your car keys.” 

It seemed to take a few seconds for the words to filter down through Donnacha’s tangled, exhausted thoughts. Henry used that time to lower the duvet and tuck him in, ignoring the twinge in his hip as he leaned.  

He hadn’t really hidden Donnacha’s keys – they had probably walked past them in the hallway on the way back from the bathroom – but Henry was relying on the fact that Donnacha seemed way too shattered to get up and investigate. 

Donnacha glared up at him from the bed, with all the ferocity of a puppy waking from a nap. “No, you bloody didn’t.” 

“Bloody well did. I know, I know.” Henry gestured lightly towards his own collarbone and let his voice drift towards Lavender’s, just for the theatrics. “I always have been a criminal mastermind of the highest order.” 

“I can walk,” Donnacha threatened, stifling a yawn, “if I leave right now.” 

“Dear boy, you’ll get blown down by the smallest breeze,” Henry relished telling him, “before you even get out of the driveway.” 

“You know that I can take you, don’t you, Hen?” 

“Oh, yeah?” 

Donnacha hummed in the affirmative, wrapping the corner of his duvet around his hand and pulling it in close to his chest. “Yeah. I can make you give me my keys and spill all your secrets.” 

“Usually, yes, but you couldn’t even take a bit of tall grass right now. Will you listen and get this through your head?”

Henry leaned forward on his cane, so his face was a little closer to Donnacha’s pillow. His hip twinged a little less this time.

“You’re. Staying. Home," Henry said, his stomach twisting with each word. He hated having to be stern - he had a fundamental aversion to it - but sometimes Donnacha could be so stubborn that he was a hazard to his own health. Henry reckoned he would never understand it himself, the way that Donnacha devoted himself, as well as the majority of his free time, to the rugby team. 

Henry righted himself, sighing, when Donnacha's silence indicated that he'd won. “You can beat me up over it when you’re better.” 

“Probably a good thing,” Donnacha slurred. Henry was almost sure that he’d just started to drool against his pillow. “My belly hurts something fierce."

Henry raised his eyebrows.

"I don't... mmm." Donnacha gulped, his hand tightening around the corner of his blanket. "Shit. I don't think I've ever been this sick in my life, actually.” 

“Donnacha. Seriously?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And... you still needed me to stop you from going to training.” 

Donnacha hummed in the affirmative, and Henry wondered hopelessly how someone so consistent could ever feel as though they didn't know who they were.

He reckoned he'd spell it out for him later, though, since Donnacha seemed to have fallen asleep and was - indeed - drooling on his pillow.

[trashangel-dee]

I was tagged by @pixiestickers. Hi and Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3: 31, but I do have few that are "chapters" of one-shots/prompts. So Idk the actual count.

2. What’s your total word count? 96,853

3. What fandoms do you write for?

It's Always Sunny. I did others in middle/HS, and have ideas for others now. But never fully fleshed them out.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

1- My Love for you is 98% Pure

2. I Don't Like You, But I Love You

3. We're Throwing off Sparks

4. "It's Not Even That Bad"

5. The 3- Day Getaway

lol, not so happy with a few of them. Kind of weak writing, tbh.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes. I try to. Sorry if I miss one.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Life Breaks Dee. Which is probably the one I'm proudest of.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sweet Dee and Carmen Make a Deal.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did in my old fandoms pre ao3 (i'm sure y'all know the website), but not recently, thankfully.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes. It started out of getting over the fear and uncomfortableness. Then it just became a whatever thing.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of. Doubt it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? A little. Never got more than an outline.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Of my writing? Charlie and Dee. It's not even romantic, but so many layers to explore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

AU of Dee and Charlie meeting up years after high school when they're both famous. Also one of DJ from Hacks life growing up.

16. What are your writing strengths?

ohhh, idk. keeping people pretty in character? Description phrasing?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Not rambling.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Would if it was applicable to the story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. Though I guess Pokemon, but I didn't know the word fanfiction then.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

ohhh, I don't know. Cold Ice, Warm Feelings, even though I hate the title. Life Breaks Dee is very special to me.

I don't even know who's on here and still writes: I tag @prince-luffy @williamsockner and @howblunt

[momochiiee]

I was about to ask about Gale, and then I saw your banner, and went like "What kinda disgrace has the man in the banner gone through, to be the main figure in the _three of swords_?"

... So the lattter's my current question.

Hahahhaha I'm glad chicken nugget Kenji got your attention!

Tbh, this art was a sort of activity check for the pokemon gijinka RP group he was originally created for, and while he didn't do anything specifically awful by himself, he got caught up in some dire circumstances and his choice weighs heavily on him

One of his regrets being he's an asshole apologizer

And that's why little sapling me choose this card for him

So, let's put this into some context!

Kenji's setting is a zombie apocalypse, and he's down bad for the idiot that though himself a great leader and overestimated his own qualities, habilities and knowledge. To sum it up, this asshole sent half of the townspeople to die horribly at the hands of the wave of zombies that washed through their tiny town

Now then, said idiot is now severely traumatized and the weight of his errors will be something he won't forget anytime soon, but Kenji still stays by his side and makes sure his crush doesn't do anything stupid

But Momo, this is not Kenji's regrets! What in blazes has this chicken nugget actually done?

Well well well, would you argue with your best friend, to the point of forcing him to ditch you, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, because your unrequited trashy crush is having it rough? Would you stay in a lost cause of a barricade just because the local entitled asshole happens to be your crush?

Have into account they were threatened by a growing horde of zombies trying to break down their defenses and get to them, as they had an almost unresponsive man lying on the floor out of pure shock, while they were arguing

His friend didn't want to die protecting that asshole, that's for sure. And he had his fair share of reasons to do so

But this is about Kenji rn, let's leave his friend for whenever he gets the spotlight

All in all, that's Kenji's problem, and what he regrets most, but still, he won't leave his crush side, no matter how unrequited his affection is or how much he misses his dear old friend

Love makes one do some dumb shit, and maybe one day I'll actually let Kenji have a happy ending

Once I grow tired of tormenting him, his crush and his friend, of course >:'3c

What do you think, my sweet anon fruit? Does the card suit him or would you have chosen some other card instead?

I'm not very familiarised with tarot cards past some general basics, and while I did do a lil bit of research, namely, we were given some basic prompts to slightly understand the cards, and looked up a tiny bit more, it wasn't super extensive as it's been quite some years, probably almost a decade by now. More than 5 years for sure, maybe 7? Time is weird for my mind sowwy ahdhshfhdh but the point is, I was just a naïve young sapling and didn't realise there could be more to learn 👀

[jungwnies]

↬ prompt ;; how nct is with public display of affection (pda) ↬ part two ;; winwin ◦ jungwoo ◦ lucas ◦ mark ◦ xiaojun ◦  hendery ◦ renjun ◦ jeno

↬ part one ;; here ↬ part three ;; here

↬ warning ;; teeth rotting fluff & slightly suggestive content ↬ requested ;; yes!! ↬ author's note ;; this is a series with the other groups on my masterlist which can be found: here. I have switched to HTML coding on my macbook but I use BETA on my PC so I might take a little longer to release depending on which device I'm using!

↬ please note that these are MY opinions, if you do not agree that's fine but please refrain from leaving hateful comments ♡ ↬ remember to like, comment, & reblog

⊱ sicheng

○ winwin prefers privacy ○ he doesn't really show his affection on camera, he barely does it with his members and if he does??? ○ it's a once in a blue moon type thing /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~ ○ winwin will be all up on you in private and then keep his distance in public, literally doesn't even hold your hand ○ his only affection he shows you in public is sometimes he'll give you a little kiss on the forehead before dropping you off somewhere ○ trust me, he is VERY loving in private but he hates doing that fluffy shit in front of cameras ○ he doesn't get shy or anything, he just hates when people invade his privacy (e.g. dispatch & paparazzi) ○ people are convinced you two are just friends even though it's confirmed you're a couple ○ sometimes he gets jealous, but he doesn't act on it ○ it bothers him, and he'll just tell you quietly and you both leave ○ winwin is touchy in private but once someone whips out a camera ○ he's just, distant. but not in a bad way, he just HATES when people are all up in his business

⊱ jungwoo

○ he cares yet not really ○ he doesn't mind being touchy with you at all ○ but it's not really an aggressive touchy, he's so sweet and soft so he's never really making out with you in public or trying to pounce on you ○ he usually just holds your hand, kissing your cheek, forehead, quick pecks, just pure innocence and sweetness ○ paparazzi honestly hates following you guys around so they just stopped because jungwoo never does anything too sexual in front of the cameras ○ he keeps that behind the scenes ( *︾▽︾) ○ jungwoo doesn't normally get jealous and when he does he gets angry, but whiny at the same time ○ always like, "why are they looking at you," "they need to stop it, right now," "what can i do to make sure they back off" ○ he doesn't feel threatened but he just hates when people stare at you a little too hard ╰（‵□′）╯ ○ like an angry teddy bear tbh LMFAOO ○ but he doesn't care about the cameras ○ yet he's a little more lovey in private

⊱ lucas

○ bro does not give two shits ○ like fr he doesn't care ○ lucas is always embarrassing himself anyways, pda is like nothing ○ he will kiss you, make out with you, he will carry you around on his back with NO problem ○ like i said, he doesn't care ○ lucas reminds me of my j-hope one, he's just this big ball of energy and doesn't care about anything except being happy ○ he cares about your happiness too, so he respects your limits as to what you're comfortable with ○ but if you're comfortable with everything, then he does everything ○ lucas doesn't get jealous either, honestly he doesn't even notice when people look at you because he's always all up on you to even care about what goes on around him ○ lucas is a very strong lover, like he's down bad, DOWN ASTRONOMICAL (￣_,￣ ) ○ he is more loving and passionate in private, so it's way more sensual ○ but publicly, he's just crazy in love LMFAO

⊱ mark

○ mark cares a lot ○ he will hold your hand, but that's all ○ he gets very shy and flustered when he kisses you in public because he thinks everyone is looking at him ○ plus he's always followed around by cameras because he's in like every unit except wayv... ○ so he prefers keeping his affection lowkey and behind cameras, especially with you ○ he's a super busy guy so he wants what he loves to be cherished privately and not captured by cameras ○ he wants to make memories but doesn't want them to be filmed or pictured ○ sometimes he'll give you a small kiss if he drops you off somewhere like winwin, but besides that he keeps his love away from the public eye ○ everyone knows you two are together, and they think you guys are so sweet and innocent (mark and you are in fact, not innocent btw) ○ but let's allow everyone to believe y'all are ○ mark gets jealous easily and also becomes a little whiny and tense when he sees someone looking at you and he tries to get you away from them IMMEDIATELY ○ but anyways, like i said mark just prefers privacy LMFAO

⊱ xiaojun

○ he's kinda in the middle ○ he will kiss you, hug you, hold your hand, but nothing too showy ○ he does prefer privacy so he keeps a lot of the making out and sensual shit behind the scenes ○ sometimes he gets flustered kissing you in front of cameras, or in front of people ○ like mark, everyone knows you too are together but they wished you guys showed more of it on camera ○ xiaojun and you are pretty comfortable with the relationship and don't mind the fluffy shit, but when it comes to sensual shit like i said ○ privacy is where it is ATTT ○ he doesn't get jealous easily, and usually just subconsciously pulls you away if he's uncomfortable with anyone around him ○ when he's super jealous he'll just hold your hand a little tighter, and pull you away eventually ○ xiaojun loves you very much so if the moments right then he will just full on make out, and then realize what he just did and start blushing or laughing out of shyness? (is that even a word LMFAO) ○ xiaojun has his limits ○ overall, he prefers to retreat from the public eye when it comes to affection ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

⊱ hendery

○ hendery does not care about pda ○ but one time he was a little too touchy and got in trouble with staff ಥ_ಥ ○ from then, he just started listening to whatever staff and management told him to do ○ although it's annoying for the two of you because hendery is a passionate lover, and he honestly enjoys showing everyone that ヾ(≧▽≦*) ○ since management tells him what to do, sometimes he's more touchy then other times ○ if there's no cameras around and just a lot of people like staff, members, producers, etc.... ○ he will kiss you, hug you, let you sit on his lap, keep an arm around, hold your hand, whatever it is ○ he doesn't get jealous easily, if he does get jealous it's probably because you're talking an old guy friend ○ he doesn't express his feelings in the moment, but energy screams "y/n i am distressed watching you talk to him, let's leave." ○ he doesn't verbally say it but his actions for sure say it LMAO ○ since he's controlled by staff … rip ○ he just prefers privacy even though he doesn't care, he will love up on you anywhere LMFAO

⊱ renjun

○ renjun renjun renjun... he doesn't care ○ he got in trouble with staff too... ○ still does whatever he wants LOLOLOL ○ he doesn't make out with you, but he will kiss you, hold your hand, but the reason he got in trouble was crazy ○ he made the two of you run from dispatch, another time you guys ran away from staff ○ he doesn't care about pda, and there's hella pics of you guys on his insta, and on a basic google shirts ○ theres y/n+renjun stans out there, literal fan pages ○ renjun is more touchy us private, but in public he's crazy, he just does crazy shit ○ SOMETIMES he'll listen to staff if there's a comeback but when there's nothing coming up, renjun is ALWAYS getting into trouble with you ○ he doesn't get jealous, and when he does he gets mean lowkey ○ he's not mean to you, but you can tell in his attitude he's just mad and annoyed someone it giving you glances ○ renjun just radiates large amounts of random energy, unpredictable, but he doesn't care about pda at all

⊱ jeno

○ doesn’t care, but is careful because he doesn’t wanna get in trouble ○ sometimes they give him warnings, but he’s never actually gotten in trouble (unlike renjun...) ○ jeno makes out with you in public, on occasion ○ usually it’s just hugs, hand holding, all that nauseating fluffy shit <3 ○ jeno like some of the others is more sensual in private, but he doesn’t mind showing you off to the world ○ jeno doesn’t get jealous easily, trust me. ○ but when he does get jealous he’s so aggressive, not to you, but he starts giving everyone around you dirty looks, and he has a resting bitch face when he’s jealous ○ once you notice him acting like this, you both end up leaving because it just gets uncomfortable since you start to notice all the eyes on you to too ○ usually in public, he just keeps you close without being too touchy, but dispatch ALWAYS catching y’all lacking ○ dispatch headline every week: nct dream’s jeno caught with y/n at blah blah blah LMFAO ○ jeno is more lovey in private ○ but he’s also lovey in public, just softer…

© 2022 junthusiast

[libraryofloveletters]

prompt two list vaunt and kisses with our international frat boy carlos

international fuckboy Carlos was in my dream last night but I’ll text you about that after // prompts SFW: Vaunt & Kisses 

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K - Kisses (what are they like? favorite place to kiss you. where do they like to be kissed?)

it depends on the context of the kiss tbh

if it’s after a race and especially if he’s done well: it's sweaty and sticky and he’s covered in champagne but it’s sweet and gentle and he's holding you against him with your hands on his face as you congratulate him.

if he didn’t do so well, those are more private; the two of you in his driver’s room, cuddled up as you pepper his face with kisses to try and cheer him up which then turns into the two of you making out and that spirals but I'll leave the rest up to you besties ;) 

favourite place to kiss you would be your thighs or your cheeks. 

Cheeks because he just loves you, a simple gesture of love 

Thighs because that’s where he is when it’s just the two of you; don’t be nasty I didn’t mean it like that.

He lays between your legs while you two are on the couch or in bed, you're reading your book and he's playing his game or the two of you are watching a movie but he’ll turn his head and just kiss your thigh then go back to whatever he was doing. 

Okay but his shoulders are such a good spot for you to kiss, it’s purely because of convenience. 

He’s hugging you? Shoulder kiss. 

You're in bed and you just roll over? Shoulder kiss. 

He’s standing beside you? shoulder kiss. 

but if not his shoulder then either his chest or the top of his head. 

You pass by and kiss the top of his head if he's sitting down 

he's laying on you and you kiss the top of his head 

you’re laying on him ? you kiss his chest 

(plus have you seen that man? he’s sooooo chiselled lmao) 

V - Vaunt (what do they like to show off? what are they most proud of?)

Carlos isn't a particularly vain person but he is aware that he’s more than just conventionally attractive 

unintentionally but intentionally, he’ll work out without his shirt or he’ll go out of his way to mention something about himself but not often 

it’s sweet how proud of himself he is 

He's proud of his career; past and present 

Of his family; especially his sisters even though he bickers with them (which siblings don't bicker lmao) 

But if someone randomly asks what he’s proud of, the answer is always the same; you. 

he talks about you more than he realizes 

you have a pretty low-key relationship but to those who do know about you two, he blabs all the time 

sometimes about your work or some new hobby you picked up 

he's like a dad sometimes, he’s like wanna see a picture of my girlfriend ?? <33333 and just shows them a whole album of you lmao 

[sapphicwhxre]

ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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[clonecyare]

hey i saw your spicy asks!! can i get 39, 29, and 68 with a fem!reader and Hunter? i love your stuff keep up the great work!

Thank you anon, I really appreciate that! I had a blast trying to work all these prompts into one drabble! 😁

As Many Times As Me

Prompts: “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!”, “Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”, and “Shh, just look at me, baby.”

Summary: Hunter proves a point.

Pairing: Hunter x fem!reader

Tags: established relationship, pure filth tbh, teasing, overstimulation, toys, a little dom!hunter

Word Count: 963

A/N: This is nearly 1k words of pure filth, enjoy

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Your eyes screwed shut and your head tipped back to the ceiling, you wondered if this was what finally killed you.

Your Force-forsaken, smug bastard of a lover.

“Now now mesh’la. Look at me, not the ceiling.”

The tattooed sergeant ordered lightly, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilting your head down.

You whine pathetically and obediently opened your eyes, the pale blue of your irises almost completely eclipsed by the darkness of your blown pupils.

“Good girl.”

He purred wickedly, pressing the tip of the small vibrator against your swollen, slick clit once more.

“See how nice I can be when you just behave?”

He smiled down at you smugly as he leaned down to trail his tongue through the remnants of your previous 3 orgasms smeared against your thighs. His other hand inched ever closer to his prize, eyes dark with mischief as he held your gaze, the intensity of it pinning you to the spot.

You watched him with disbelieving eyes, thighs shaking under his touch. He just grinned as his right hand pressed the vibrator down harder against your clit, starting to grind it in slow, torturous circles.

His other hand was busy too, slapping a thick silicone toy lewdly against your overused cunt.

The obscene, wet sounds alone were enough to have your walls clenching around nothing as you whined his name loudly.

But, when he turned the vibrator up a notch and slapped the dildo lewdly against your slick folds a second time, pleasure coursed through your tired body, and you sobbed loudly.

“Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!”

Hunter cooed, and pushed the silicone cock through your folds, looking up at you wickedly. You hadn't used your safe word, so he knew you were fine for now.

“What’s the matter, Princess? I thought you said your toys could make you cum just as many times as me?”

He purred sarcastically, tone dripped with self-satisfaction as you writhed under him, spread out and messy in a stark contrast to where he sat fully dressed, minus the top half of his blacks.

You whimpered and pushed your bottom lip out in an attempt at a pout. But your lover simply pressed his left hand forward and breached you, burying the thick toy deep into your needy cunt until his palm was resting against your folds.

“My my, sweet girl, your pretty little pussy is practically begging to be filled.”

He smirked.

The moan that tore from your chest was loud and desperate. Hunter took pity on you, leaning down to kiss you deeply as he fucked you harshly with the toy.

He tossed the vibrator aside in favour of working your swollen clit with expert fingers instead. Hunter always knew exactly how to touch you to shred every last ounce of sanity you had left.

He hummed lowly, quickly rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves between his thick fingers.

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

He ordered, pressing his nose against your cheek as you moaned. His hands worked your body like a finely tuned instrument only he knew how to play.

You nodded eagerly, hands flying to the back of his head and pushing through his thick hair, grabbing a fistful in each palm.

Your mouth hung open in a pretty ‘o’ shape, desperate little moans and whines forcing their way from the lips. You were so close already, your orgasm bubbling in your core and threatening to spill over at any second.

Deft fingers rubbed your clit in quick circles as he fucked you with the toy. His warm breath fanned across your cheek the shell of your war as he whispered.

“Who makes you cum like this?”

His voice had dropped low, sitting deep in his throat with a gravelly edge you knew was reserved for you, and you only.

Your pussy clenched around the toy and you pulled at his hair desperately, earning a delightful grunt from your lover.

“Y-you- Maker- you do, Hunter.”

He kissed you hotly, pulling back barely an inch to mutter a single word into the space between your lips and is own.

“Cum.”

And you did.

The dam that had been holding back your orgasm burst and you squealed his name as you came. Your release slammed into you like a tidal wave, eyes clenching so tight you saw white spots as you gushed around the toy, soaking his fingers and wrist in the process.

Hunter immediately peppered your face with kisses, whispering soft praises as he worked you gently through the intensity of your high.

When he finally removed his fingers and the toy you slumped back, boneless, into the sheets, panting and gasping his name softly.

He wiped his palms on the bedding, before cupping your face and smiling down at you with so much soft adoration in his eyes, you felt like you had forgotten how to breathe.

“Shh, just look at me, baby.”

He cooed softly, strong thumbs swiping over the swell of your pink cheeks.

“You did so well for me cyar’ika. I've got you, I've always got you.”

He whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and your closed eyelids. He pressed soft kisses to every part of your face before he landed on your lips with a light peck.

“Let's get you into the fresher, then we’ll snuggle up with one of those terrible holo dramas you like so much?”

He whispered and you cupped his cheeks with a tired, yet blinding smile.

You really didn't know how you'd gotten so lucky.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

You whispered, hoping you’d gotten the pronunciation correct.

Judging by the proud grin you got back, you had.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika.”

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[kazuwhora]

NSFW ASKKK <3 can I req izana (if you write for him) for f d j and v plss

HIIIII YES I love izana and I've been wanting to do more of him but I'm not 100% sure what kind of izana content people want to see! he's my pretty boy tho I love him 🖤

SEND ME NSFW ASKS

F- Favourite Position

tbh izana loves the spooning position. the way your thighs squeeze his cock when he pumps in and out of you is this added sensation that drives him absolutely wild, and the overall intimacy of it gets him hooked. sometimes you can't even cuddle with him normally because he gets so turned on by feeling your ass against his cock, so if you wanna spoon and not fuck you're gonna have to be the big spoon. even then he might try to snake your arm around his waist to feel how hard his cock is for you.

D- Dirty Secret

ahhkhsuifhiuerr ok so @yuzhua kind of got my mind going in this direction smh but izana is 100% no doubt about it, a panty thief. he'll always offer to do your laundry for you acting like he's such a pure sweet boyfriend offering to take some menial chores off your shoulders, but really he's only doing it so he can snag a pair of your worn panties almost every time. he never gets caught because he always takes you shopping to buy you more, giving his input on which ones he would like you to wear so he can keep an eye out for what to steal the next time he does laundry. honestly izana is definitely the type to own a small safe where he keeps all his really valuable items. and yes that includes your undergarments :))

J- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

this is kind of tied to the above prompt. when you're away at work, izana will indulge himself in the scent of you, fantasizing about you walking in on him and his collection of your panties that he's collected along the way. he'll fantasize about the disgusted and shocked look on your face with your panties in his mouth while he fucks his fist and drools for you. the thrill is overwhelming, and it's absolutely enough to make him cum on the spot!

V- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

izana is whiny as fuuuuuck. he has no shame in his desperate whines and cries when you touch him. but that being said, izana is one to also take control when he needs more. but in these cases he's not all that loud and resorts to more groans of concentration and focus. but if you take control, tease, and touch him, he will whimper and moan very loudly with no shame.