#<- again adding this just in case!!!💕

[tonydaddingham]

(last anon= me, was a bit anxious it might not go over well for some reason- off now bc changing the capitalization was a pain)

i agree on the human aus! love their flexibility, the sorta "yeah, may as well happen" you get clicking on something (with love) completely ridiculous. it's also so much fun to see what people do with crowley's eyes and his relationship to the glasses.

i'm very very early in planning this, but i want a&c to be as close to theirshow characterizations as i can possibly get them (book boys are amazing but i want the drama). i don't know that i'll do a very good job at justifying it with their backstories, but i'm gonna try. (idk. people have different opinions on personality being nature vs nurture. i can claim majority nature if it's more convenient)

i'm thinking here that crowley, personally, would have had to kill somebody or a couple somebodies, in an absolute (it at least appeared so, still does), life or death, them or him scenario (only his life saved). said somebody or somebodies would have attacked first, and out of desperation-- not totally their choice either. i'm assuming for the sake of the fic that he'd be able to do it at all, and then survive a couple decades after, so there's... something.

i just can't figure out exactly how he'd have coped with it, and whether he'd, later, think of it as justified, like how much guilt there would be. don't know what's even plausible.

my biggest problem is that framing him as 100% Good and Pure (and weirdly helpless?) like ppl do sometimes is literally my biggest fear writing this (huge mischaracterization in general). i don't want to go for the exact same indifference as in the show, for reasons you mentioned (and also that level of apathy would fuck up the entire rest of the fic), but not too far in the opposite direction, either.

tysm for the first response and considering a second, this seems a whole lot more solvable- and sorry if it's a lot to ask to go over all this (although your ability to hold a shit ton of information at once and then respond eloquently is impressive asf, looking at like every chain with LWA), i just drew a bit of a blank. also my bad if it's got a little heavy for your blog, just realized looking at the tags 😭

oh @aq-uatic you silly goose!!!✨ im absolutely fine with asks like that, please feel free to sling them my way anytime!!! ultimately tho, that's what the tw was for; just in case it was a bit heavy for someone else, but for me, personally? there's not a lot of themes that i feel uncomfortable discussing, almost all topics are welcome and i'll soon say if they aren't!!!💕

ooooh okay, so a self-defence angle!!! i think that that could be interesting to explore, because - well, you could take it from the perspective that crowley is initially very righteous in defending himself, rightly thinking that he deserved to protect himself, and the use of force was proportionate. he could initially come across as quite dispassionate and apathetic about it, "me vs. them? well of course it was going to be me!", and ultimately not want to address the whole concept of having committed murder because, on face value, it was justified. and maybe he privately doesn't want to examine it bc he's apprehensive about what he'd find?

but then as plot (and character) develops, turns out that because the whole thing was so fast, fuelled by adrenaline and the instinct to survive, crowley ends up... not being able to remember much of it? and as details start to come back, i think that's where the cognitive dissonance element would play - that he then has to reconcile himself as being someone who he feels is morally sound, 'would never harm another human being', a good person... but then is starting to remember his fear in the situation, confronting his own mortality, and what it says about him to be able to take another life with little thought other than his own self-preservation? as well as remember the specific physical details of what happened? the sounds, the smells? looks in the mirror afterwards and sees a different person looking back?

obviously without knowing the full motive of the person attacking him, who they are, what their story is etc.,... i think crowley could end up dealing with it in a way that he accepts that he cannot control others' actions, only his own. that that person chose to put him in the position of having to defend himself, and whilst, yes, that person may have had a family, friends, potential... when he's in a position of ensuring his own survival, he may have actually made the best decision he could have at the time. idk if you're planning to explore the attacker's circumstances in any depth, but if - for example - they were trying to rob him out of their own desperation (e.g. homelessness/austerity, fund addiction, peer pressured/gang context, mental health), maybe crowley would deal with that by exploring charitable work, or good causes, that seek to alleviate that very desperation? and that's how he heals from the experience?

again, hoping this might be some food for thought!!!✨💕 please do link me your fic when you've posted anything, i really admire how you're exploring this concept and it sounds really interesting and promising!!! i'll reiterate that i love getting asks, especially when they explore topics like this; i feel the LWA ones are a little bit of an anomaly, for being really analysis-heavy (which i love, let me clear), but getting to be a bit creative is exciting for me too!!!✨

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i cannot recall to save my life if i did this yet but i thought it would be cute (and helpful for my brain sizjzj) to join in with the besties and make a post for y’all if you wish to be tagged in oc content / tag games / quizzes/picrews / edits / etc !!!!!!!

[tootiecakes234]

Katsuki Bakugo “Is the type of boyfriend” that:

Flicks you on the forehead when you’re not paying attention or saying something stupid.

Kisses you on the forehead in the morning before he leaves out, but does it so lightly to make sure he doesn’t disturb you.

Doesn’t even realize that he brings you up in conversation quite frequently no matter the topic at hand.

Keeps his phone volume on full blast when you’re out with your friends just in case something happens and he needs to get to you.

Complains that your friends are always at your house but is also always emerged in the gossip between you guys and give each of them advise when they ask for it.

Intimidates any man who looks even the least bit interested in you because that ass is his.

Gets upset and nags you because you haven’t eaten all day while in the kitchen fixing something for you to eat now, even if it’s 12 at night.

Sometimes gets overwhelmed and forgets anniversaries but after disappointing you once or twice has started adding them to his calendar so that never happens again.

Takes you on a week long vacation at least once a year and absolutely spoils you. He is vacay Kats and it’s all sweet words, good food, and cute gifts.

Uses you as a guinea pig in the kitchen when he’s experimenting with new recipes and flavors.

Loves to workout with you and lifts extra weight when you do because he’s trying to show off for you.

That works too much and too hard so you are his safe place. The person he goes to for warmth and love after those grueling hours.

Never takes the time he gets with you for granted because it’s his favorite use of his free time.

Loves receiving love through physical touch and words of affirmation but gives love through gift giving and quality time.

Is soft only for you💕

* I’m going to do one of these for Gojo, Kirishima and Nanami and maybe 1 other so comment who else you wanna see😇

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[sogoodtoheritsvicious]

i haven’t come around in so long, but i’m coming back so strong

summary: after some convincing from your girls and a conversation with harry, you decide to make your much anticipated return to the paddock. naturally, drama follows.

vicious speaks: this chapter is all about race weekend, baby!

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fan1 MOTHER

fan2 I USED TO PRAY FOR THIS

fan3 the way you look at harry 🥹💕

fan4 PLEASE TELL ME THIS MEANS YOUR COMING TO THE RACE

yourbff gonna be so much fun 💕

annetwist can’t wait to see you two ❤️

⤷ yourusername same here 🫶🏼

fan5 let grab a snack in case something happens

oscarpiastri gonna be epic 🤪

⤷ yourusername the emoji is sending me

⤷ oscarpiastri it felt right

fan6 all the races in the world and you had to choose the one most important to lando. obsessed much?

ynharrysthird i'm never wrong

fan7 stay away from lando attention seeker

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lando let’s get it 🏎️

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fan1 HOME RACE, BABY 🇬🇧

fan2 cheering you on from home!!

fan3 LETS GOOOO

fan4 don’t let that bitch being at the race distract you!! you got this 💋 ♥︎ by author

fan5 uhhh we all saw that like right?

⤷ fan6 yup

⤷ fan7 he’s pathetic

fan8 jealousy is a disease

fan9 yn has handled everything with such class. sad you can’t say the same.

fan10 rooting for you! to lose.

fan11 let my man be petty if he feels like it! ♥︎ by author

fan12 you’re such a weirdo

fan13 omg you guys need to calm down, they didn’t even say yns name and you’re out here assuming

⤷ fan14 they didn’t have be to mention her by name, she’s the only one who recently hinted at attending the race

fan15 bro still isn’t over his break up that happened more than a year ago 😂

fan16 free my girl yn! she didn’t do anything wrong, her ex is just obsessed with her

fan17 stay stay stay the fuck away from yn and harry

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harrystyles team dinner 🍽️

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fan lmao harry said “we’re good over here!”

yourusername 🖤🤍🖤🤍

⤷ harrystyles ♥️

fan2 if “i took your girl and your friends” was an instagram post

yourbff the best time with the best people ♥︎ by author

fan3 the way she looks at you…GOD 🥹🫶🏼

maxverstappen1 team dinners are now mandatory for every race week

⤷ charles_leclerc yourusername harrystyles the catch is that you have to attend every single one

⤷ harrystyles i’m down

⤷ yourusername what the hell sure 👍 quitting our jobs to just follow you guys around sounds good to me

⤷ oscarpiastri it’s all going according to plan 😏

⤷ yourusername pls

lewishamilton best way to enter a race week 🍷♥︎ by author

fan4 “team dinner” yet lando is nowhere to be found 🙄

⤷ fan5 are you being serious? he cheated on yn, shaded her and harry on twitter, and liked a comment today that was calling her a bitch. why the fuck would he be invited?

fan6 the caption might as well be “fuck lando norris” 😭😭

lilymhe so glad you guys are here to experience this with us 🥰 ♥︎ by author

francolopinto nice hanging out with you again, man 🤘🏼

⤷ harrystyles you too, mate! we gotta have a guys trip soon ✈️

⤷ francolopinto yourusername your boyfriend is so cool

⤷ charles_leclerc ^

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⤷ oscarpiastri ^

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⤷ maxverstappen1 ^

⤷ danielricciardo ^

⤷ yourbff ^

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⤷ yourusername 😭😭

⤷ fan7 oh harry you are so loved 🫂

fan8 i just know this post is killing that man

⤷ fan9 omg stop making everything about lando

⤷ fan10 *lando* makes everything about lando. we just react accordingly.

ynharrysthird me seeing the 1st slide: 🥰 me seeing the last slide: 😵‍💫 ♥︎ by yourusername

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ferrari ❤️

fan THE DAY HAS COME 🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥

alexandrasaintmleux the paddock isn’t readyyyy ♥︎ by author

fan2 can’t wait to see what you’re wearing!!

gemmastyles have fun!! ♥︎ by author

f1wags welcome back, paddock princess 💖 it’s been boring without you

yourbff so! excited!

⤷ yourusername SAME

fan3 still can’t believe you’re back 🥹

itsaria have so much fun!! and remember, if that muppet comes anywhere near you, RUN. or let harry lose on him 🤷🏼‍♀️ just ft me first so i can watch it happen

⤷ yourusername lmaooo ur ridiculous 😭😭

harrystyles can’t wait to experience this with you ❤️

⤷ yourusername same here 🫶🏼

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alexandrasaintmleux oop! 🤭

⤷ yourusername 🤭

fan oh so you’ve definitely seen the interview

itsaria CLEARED ♥︎ by author

fan3 not you bringing out the taylor lyrics 😭 it’s so over for him

gemmastyles just say the word and i’ll make him regret ever being born

⤷ yourusername omg 😭💕

oscarpiastri subtle shade isn’t enough, you need to let me kill him

⤷ yourusername dkfjfhks love u 🫶🏼

⤷ oscarpiastri love you too 🧡

ynharrysthird end his ass!

francisca.cgomes had to talk pierre out of confronting lando after that interview even though i didn’t want to

⤷ yourusername omg lmao i love you guys 💓💓💓

⤷ francisca.cgomes you know we love you 💞

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yourusername camera crumbs: race weekend edition ♥️

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harrystyles third slide 😍

⤷ yourusername 💋

⤷ oscarpiastri they’re being gross again 🫠

⤷ yourusername oh calm down, this is so tame

⤷ oscarpiastri trust me i know, i’ve caught a glimpse at your texts before

⤷ fan HELLO? 😭😭

ynharrysthird such an iconic weekend 🔥 ♥︎ by author

annetwist looks like fun!!

⤷ yourusername omg you and gemmastyles should come with me to a race!!

⤷ gemmastyles just say when!

⤷ fan2 a trio i didn’t know i needed to see at a race until right now

mclaren betrayal 💔

⤷ yourusername IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE

⤷ ferrari isn’t it, though? she’s our girl now

⤷ mclaren blocked.

⤷ fan3 not ferrari being messy 😭

oscarpiastri can’t believe i didn’t make the post

⤷ yourusername didn’t fit my aesthetic, sorry

⤷ oscarpiastri woooow

lilymhe so much funnnn ♥︎ by author

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yourusername 💛

⤷ harrystyles 💛

fan daisy in the 2nd and 4th slide 🥹🥹

annetwist my darlings ❤️ missing you already ♥︎ by author and yourusername

fan2 this post is sooo daylight coded 🥰

ynharrysthird the matching captions <3 <3 <3

alexandrasaintmleux wifey looks so good in the last slide 😍

⤷ harrystyles she’s literally my girlfriend?

⤷ yourusername don’t listen to him, ur the only one for me 😚

⤷ harrystyles charles_leclerc they’re doing it again

⤷ charles_leclerc just accept defeat. i have.

⤷ fan3 crying real tears

gemmastyles already miss yn and daisy so much ❤️‍🩹

⤷ harrystyles what about me?

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[hedwig221b]

Hello

I hope you're having an amazing day/evening

Thank you for all your hard work, just finished rereading Incandescent ❤️

Do you know of any fics where Sterek are mates, established or newly discovered, and they have to be apart for a while and the separation causes anxiety, unease or physical pain until they're together again?

I hope that makes sense. Have a lovely day, thank you

You're welcome! As I was finishing this rec list, I remembered that several of my other fics fit this separation trope, bc I'm such a sucker for it, so I added a few in the end 💕

yours was a good heart for me by stilinskisparkles

Stiles was right about the end of the world, and Derek needing something to remember him by just in case.

thank god your heart is too close by hoars

There's a boy, ("Fuck you, dude. I'm seventeen. Not fifteen." Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent. It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this. This is based on the story of Penelope and her suitors, with Stiles in the role of Penelope, the wife of Odysseus

An Alpha's Misunderstandings by Dexterous_Sinistrous

And Derek was there, as if it was a simple twist of fate. There were so many ways Stiles wanted to forgive Derek, but then he came to his senses. He wouldn’t risk Charlotte’s safety for that hope–never again. ~*~ Stiles and Derek are parted by war and misunderstandings, only to find each other again.

A Princely Knight by Dexterous_Sinistrous

He would stand by Stiles’ side, a constant shadow of protection until his death. A life for a life, one worth much more than an orphan turned thief turned royal guard could comprehend. In truth, Derek saw the one person he would gladly give his life for, because Stiles made this world better. ~*~ Or, Stiles is a prince and Derek is his knight.

of gods & monsters by Dexterous_Sinistrous

"I’m not the best at conversation. I’ve been told I have no finesse for it.” Stiles took a step closer to Derek, pushing the billowing silk out of the way. “And what would you say if you looked at me now?” Derek looked up, startled for a moment when he realized he was now looking at Stiles’ unveiled face. He was silent for a beat, taking in Stiles’ features for the first time, convinced he would never see such beauty unveiled for him alone.

sustain by bleep0bleep

Yes, there’s another person in the lab with them, someone who’s heart is beating steadily, sounding achingly familiar somehow, their blood sweet and cloying. Stiles drops the empty bag and rushes forward, because it can’t possibly be— that scent— who he thinks it is—

all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep

No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the “mad wizard.” Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It’s a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn’t there.

Space Pirate Samba by Wrenegade (orphan_account)

That awkward moment when your fiance comes back from the dead as a space pirate trying to rob you and your sister's ship.

you're the only north star (dear god)

"I will go to the ends of the known universe, I will dive through a fucking black hole, I will walk unarmed with my hands tied into the Nemeton if it means getting him back," Derek says lowly. "But I can't do that if I haven't slept for eight days, and I can't sleep without Stiles."

I Still Believe by IAmAVeronica

War is hell. Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski. But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek's gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now.

Recover, Reclaim, Retain by elisera

Derek stumbles through the camp half-blind, head feeling like cotton and knees trembling, the spell on him making sure he can’t fight the warlock leading him by a chain and he can’t--, can’t even fucking smell--. “No, no, no!” a voice suddenly says next to Derek and there is a hand fisting in Derek’s shirt, jerking him to a stop. “This one’s mine.”

I love this one as well, if you don't mind destiel, and I love sterek here:

Flesh and Bone by theinspiredginger

Dean's trapped in Purgatory looking for his angel when a not so subtle kid in a red sweatshirt asks to team up. Dean takes Little Red Riding Hoodie underneath his wing as they try to escape. Or the one where Stiles bargains with a witch to get sent to purgatory to save Derek and finds Dean instead. They work together to find a way out of Purgatory as they each look for their "person".

Also I LOVE their separation period in this fic, and the reunion is so delicious and beautifully written, my heart aches so good every time, AHHH, I adore it with my entire heart:

Actions Speak Louder than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

"I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.” That was a bad word. Not found. Have. Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment. One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Incandescent

"You are trying to court our alpha,” sang Lydia. “Surely you realize that he does not reciprocate.” “He doesn’t stop it.” There was no point in lying. Paige was courting Derek. She would be a fool not to. “He doesn’t care to.” Lydia arched her thin eyebrow. “Why do you think he’s still searching for his mate, hmm? Why didn’t he stop once you were here? You think you can annoy him into sleeping with you?” Lydia laughed. “He is a born wolf, darling. He will not fuck you if you are not his.”

Angel, Ignited

He was a fool to tell himself he wasn’t thinking of Derek. How could the moon not think of its sun? How, when the light of it — the sight of him — made him yearn to live? Stiles loved him before. Between their shared breath, upon their touch, after the tender words and giddy smiles, Stiles thought he knew what love was. He was a fool. This was love. This was how it felt. Annihilative. Mournful. Take all the air from his throat, he would still ask for Derek first.

Predators

He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles. And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.

The Happiest of All

"It’s every wolf’s dream. To find a perfect mate, to procreate. It’s a necessity, it’s healthy. It’s in our blood; akin to the moon in the sky, a wolf belongs to their mate. And humans don’t have the capacity to become a mate.” “But I love him,” Stiles whispered, begged. Talia stayed silent for a couple of minutes. “That’s why you should understand it’s not healthy for him to be with you,” her words were simple and clear, like a piece of glass, but sharp all the same. “He will not find true happiness with you. You’re wasting his time. Preventing him from having a future he deserves.”

New Moon

God, if only he knew. If only his wolf were here, Stiles would’ve run and told him everything, because this? This was huge. This was something you’d share with the love of your life. He remembered the phone numbers he didn’t delete. The contact he didn’t text. The same one that remained silent for months. It could have been refreshing and easy to hate him. And Stiles was angry — so angry at his wolf — but hating? No. Derek was invincible from that. Love weakened Stiles. It turned his bones into sludge, and he could do nothing but sink to the floor and lie there, rotting. Left all alone with such tremendous love, Stiles imploded and curled under its weight. He wasn’t supposed to bear it alone. They weren’t supposed to be apart, and certainly not go for so long without contact. This bond was bigger than him, but… just enough for the two of them. Come back, he repeated like a mantra in his head. He screamed it once that cursed night and hadn’t been able to stop. Come back.

Full and Void

Stiles could be meek, sure. In Derek’s arms, softened under the touch, pinned under his weight. He allowed himself to relax only in Derek’s sole presence. Stiles could also look meek. Small, scared. Let the enemies think he was hiding in his mate’s shadow. After all, no one would stop to think that the shadow could ever be dangerous.

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[paucubarsisimp]

Can you write for Phil Foden or Lando Norris (or Oscar Piastri), in fact the one you prefer. An imagine in which the reader is insecure about her small chest? If you're not comfortable with that, there's no problem (I'm specifying just in case, I'm not asking for anything smut)

Thank you if you do it and Good Luck for your exam 💕

more than enough

pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: in which you’re insecure about your small chest

warnings: none

tagged: @madwolia, @barcapix, @universefcb, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: js a reminder that you’re all gorgeous 💋

the hotel room in monaco was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the distant noise of the city winding down for the night. oscar had barely put down his phone, but you were lost in your thoughts, the exhaustion from the race weekend settling into your bones. it was supposed to be a time to unwind, yet you couldn’t shake the discomfort crawling under your skin.

you sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped up in a blanket, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. your mind kept drifting back to the same nagging thought that had been consuming you for days—the one that always seemed to appear when you were around oscar’s world. your chest.

you had picked out a cute outfit earlier that day, one that usually made you feel confident, but now, in the dimly lit hotel room, you just felt small. flat. compared to the women you’d seen today—confident, busty, with curves that seemed to demand attention. you couldn’t help but feel invisible, like you were fading into the background.

oscar looked up from his phone, his gaze flickering to you with a soft frown. he had that look on his face—the one that meant he’d noticed you’d gone quiet, withdrawn, something bothering you. he set his phone down with a sigh, his eyes never leaving yours.

“hey,” he said, his voice low and soothing, “what’s going on? you’ve been zoning out all evening.”

you didn’t want to talk about it. not now, not here. you wanted to bury it deep and forget. but oscar’s quiet concern always had a way of drawing things out of you, no matter how hard you tried to hold them in. you shrugged, not meeting his eyes, your fingers nervously tugging at the fabric of your shirt again.

“it’s nothing,” you muttered, but your voice gave you away. “just… i don’t know. i feel stupid. insecure. i guess i’m being ridiculous.”

oscar was immediately at your side, his body close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him. he gently placed his hand on your knee, leaning in slightly so you couldn’t avoid him.

“you’re not stupid,” he said softly, his voice rich with understanding. “but you’re not fooling me. something’s on your mind, love.”

you hesitated for a moment before you finally whispered, “it’s my chest. it’s… too small. i don’t know. i just feel… less.”

there was a beat of silence, and you could feel oscar’s gaze on you, the way he processed your words. his hand slid from your knee to your own, fingers brushing over your skin, offering comfort, but also a kind of heat that made your heart race for a different reason.

“what do you mean, ‘less’?” oscar asked, his voice low, but not unkind. “you’re anything but that. your body… it’s perfect.”

you shook your head, biting your lip in frustration, still not meeting his eyes. “but i’m not like the other women you’re around. they have… curves, you know? the kind of bodies that turn heads. i don’t even fill out a top properly.”

oscar’s hand moved up to your chin, gently tilting your face to meet his gaze. his thumb brushed over your lip softly, the touch sending a spark through you that only made the nerves grow worse.

“i can’t believe you think that,” he said, his voice quiet, yet full of something deeper—something raw. “it’s not about curves, sweetheart. it’s about you. i’ve never looked at anyone else the way i look at you.”

you felt a flush creep up your neck, but oscar didn’t let you look away. he took a breath, leaning in just a little closer, his face inches from yours. “you think i don’t notice how you make my heart race when you walk into a room?” he murmured, his lips just brushing against yours as he spoke. “or how i can’t stop thinking about the way you laugh… or the way your skin feels when i touch you?”

you swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. you hadn’t expected this, the heat building between you so suddenly, and it made the insecurities feel… different. not gone, but quieter. less significant.

“but i’m nothing like—”

oscar cut you off with a kiss, soft and gentle at first, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness that made you forget everything else. when he pulled back, his eyes were dark, filled with something unspoken, something that made you feel desired in a way you hadn’t expected.

“sweetheart,” he breathed, his hand slipping to your waist, pulling you closer. “i’m not talking about anyone else. you are what makes me crazy. the way you feel in my arms, the way you look when you’re thinking too hard about something. i don’t care about anything else. it’s you who’s always on my mind.”

you were close now, close enough to feel the warmth of his body against yours, his hand sliding up your back to the nape of your neck. your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in again, his lips grazing your ear, his voice a whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

“your chest is perfect, just like the rest of you,” oscar murmured, his voice thick with desire. “i don’t need anything more. i just need you. you’ve always been more than enough.”

you shivered as his words sank in, the way his lips brushed your skin, sending a heat through you that made you forget all about the insecurities you’d been carrying around. oscar pulled back slightly, looking at you with a smirk that was both reassuring and a little daring.

“you’re so damn beautiful, it drives me insane,” he said, his hand resting on your side, his fingers grazing lightly against your skin. “and i’m gonna make sure you know it, every single day.”

the intensity of his gaze, the heat between you, made you feel a little dizzy, but in a way that felt right. it was like the self-doubt had melted away under his touch, his words, the way he made you feel like the most important person in the world.

“oscar…” you breathed, your voice barely a whisper. “are you sure? i mean… i’m really not—”

he silenced you with another kiss, this one deeper, more urgent, as if he couldn’t wait another second to prove how much he meant it. his hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer, making you feel seen. wanted.

“i’m sure,” he said, his lips still against yours, his voice rough with sincerity. “you’re more than enough. always have been.”

the moment hung between you, both of you breathless, and you couldn’t help but believe him. maybe you didn’t need to be like everyone else. maybe, just maybe, this—you—was enough.

[trulyy-yourzz]

HEYYYYY so I'm also fan of daniel ceasar and he has a song and the lyrics go like

"The piano that I fuck you on.Same one that on which I write these songs for you.They're one in the same.That goes for us, too, I give you my name.The bed on which I lay to sleep.And lay with you and lay in deep.There ain't no difference, this case there isn't.That goes for us, too."

please write a fic of billie inspired by these lyrics. thank youuuuu in advance

♡Smut - B.E x Fem!reader

Billie fucking you on the piano? Genius. I decided to give this a little twist and make it a little christmasy, enjoy baby 💕

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It was cold outside. Freezing, really. And there's nothing better than a cup of hot chocolate and quality time with your girlfriend while she played your favorite songs on piano during the night of christmas Eve.

Your head laid on top of the piano, watching Billies fingers skillfully glide across the piano, pressing each note with intent as she played a beautiful melody. The song was one you remembered from her playing it many times, so you hummed along.

Billie looked up, locking eyes with you as a warm smile plastered across both of your faces. She stopped playing, and tilted her head. Her eyes lingering on yours as she sighed and laughed. "What's funny" You said, giggling.

"How i manged to end up with such a gorgeous woman like you." Your heart skipped a beat, butterflies filling your stomach. It's not like it was the first time you've heard her compliment you. But coming from her, it was always special. "Thank you baby."

Her tongue stuck out between her lips, adding a glossy coat to them as she smiled at you once again. "I really want to kiss you right now." You lifted your head from the piano and walked towards her. As you got closer, she reached for your waist, wrapping her arm around you and pulling your body down onto her lap. "Then kiss me Billie." And without a second to waste, she did exactly that. Connecting her soft lips with yours, kissing you tenderly.

You cupped her cheek with your hand, deepening the kiss as you hummed softly, sending vibrations through Billies body. Doing so, she groaned, shifting your position and fully pulling you onto her lap, causing you to straddle her.

You wrapped your arms around her, tracing circles on the back of her neck as you pulled away, gasping for air. "You're amazing" She whispered, clearly in an completely different headspace. She was lost in your touch, and hopefully soon enough.. your taste.

Billie slid her hands underneath your thighs, lifting you off of her and placing you onto the piano, your hands accidentally bashing all types of keys on the piano in the process, creating a messy and scrambled tune that rang throughout the house. Hungrily, she connected her lips back with yours in need of any type of physical touch she could get.

Billie swiftly parted your legs, cupping your pussy through the thick fabric, causing you to moan and pull back, gasping for air. "Billie.." She just shushed you and grabbed onto the bottom of your pretty white skirt, lifting it above your waist, only for her to discover that you weren't wearing any underwear. She bit down onto her lip, smiling. "Good girl."

She leaned back, getting a good look of you already a mess. Your silky hair disheveled and legs parted, waiting impatiently for her to just touch you. And this was only the beginning. "Fuck."

"Come on billie.. touch me. Please?" You whined, the desperation clear in your voice, sending a shiver down her spine as she exhaled, her voice trembling once she spoke. "Oh, I will baby. Trust me." You nodded your head as she grabbed your leg, pulling you closer. You leaned back, watching as she coated her middle and ring finger in her own spit. She smirked, watching your body squirm.

Slowly, she slid the two digits inside your folds, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around her fingers. "Relax mama." You nodded your head, taking a shaky deep breath. Abruptly, she pushed her fingers deeper, hitting at just the right angle, causing your back to arch off the piano. "Oh my- Fuck, right there!", "yeah? You like that hm?" You nodded your head rapidly, pushing your hips up, greedily needing her fingers deeper. Needing to cum.

Her other hand snaked her way up your chest, wrapping her hands around your neck and applying just enough pressure for you to know who's in charge. Billie curled her fingers into your spongey walls, attempting to coax those sweet moans out of you. Your body began to tremble, your breaths sharp. Quickening. Your breasts rise and fall quickly, shuddering as they join your body's excitement. "Billie i.. I need to cum–", "Hold it for me, baby. I know you can."

You cried out, head tilted back and giving into the sensation, legs shuddering as you tried your best to hold it in. Billie watched as your eyes fluttered closed, taking the chance to sit back down and grab onto yoir thighs, spreading your legs farther apart. Attaching her lips to your clit. Sucking. Licking. Soaking in the taste of you.

You gasped, choaking on your moans as your hands frantically grabbed onto a fist full of Billies hair. Reaching for something. Anything.

You squeal, a spasm of delight as your eyes roll back. She hummed, the vibrations making your body jolt as your legs instinctively closed around her head, grinding onto her face. Wanting.. needing to cum. "I can't..! Billie!!"

"Cum."

Your body arched off the piano. Your sharp crys and moans now being the only kind of melody that filled the room. The music of a woman's pleasure. No piano. Just you. You panted, breasts quivering with each rise and fall of your chest. But she doesn't stop. Too consumed in the taste of you. Addicted. You looked so pretty when you were like this. You were the most beautiful woman in the universe. Moments like these were sacred to her. And she wouldn't trade anything for it, not even the world. You belonged to her. And she belonged to you.

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Notes: The original was 100 times better than this trash, but Tumblr decided to be an ass today and delete it. I told myself I would post today so heres this for now 🥲 I'll make something better soon 💕 ily!

[thewritetofreespeech]

Mark Grayson 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

send a heart - 💕 kissing somewhere other than lips

[sort of a part ii to this request x]

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After your workout and a quick shower in the locker room, you were finally done for the day and allowed to go home. You sigh as you heard the automatic doors open & shut for the last barrier to your freedom. This new training Cecil and his team had you on was murder.

You smile despite your sore muscles as you see Mark waiting for you in the hallway. Dressed in his casuals as well. No longer Invincible but Mark Grayson who was going to walk you home. Maybe stay and watch a movie. Maybe do some other stuff…..

“Good work today you two.” You turn to look over your shoulder just as you link your fingers with Mark to see Cecil behind you. How did the man always seem to appear like that? “Stats like that and we’ll be ready for the Super Bowl in no time.” You weren’t sure what the Super Bowl was in this scenario, but Cecil seemed certain it was going to come. “[Y/N], a word?”

Though it was phrased as a question, you knew as well as anyone that it wasn’t. You growl in your throat and squeeze Mark’s hand. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be outside.” He promised. Squeezing your hand back before he went out the doors.

You smile wistfully at your sweet boyfriend, before you clear it from your face and turn to Cecil. “Yes?”

“How is the new training going for you?” You arch a brow at Cecil’s question. He knew how it was going. You went over the stats report with the science guys personally with him in the room. So why the question?

“Fine.” You answer cautiously. “Why?”

“I just want to make sure my top players have the resources they need.” There was a pause as you and the older man stare at each other. Finally he added, “how’s Mark doing?”

‘Aahhh’ You thought as you realize you had come to the crux of this line of questioning. This wasn’t about you. It was about Mark. “Mark is fine.”

“You sure about that?” You arch your brow again. Was he questioning how well you knew your boyfriend? “Mark’s been through a lot. His dad tried to kill him, along with half the planet. He had to get his bones and skin stitched back together. People depending on him to save the world.”

“If you’re so worried he can’t handle it, then why don’t you take a little off Mark’s plate so he can.”

Cecil’s frown let you know that he did not like that suggestion. “I’m not saying Mark can’t handle it. I’m saying that I want us to be vigilant in case the boy wonder starts to crack.” It felt like there was another show about to drop. You don’t remember Cecil being this soft or altruistic with the rest of you. “I know you and Mark are close. I’m asking that you help him if he starts to buckle. And, let us know so we can manage it.”

You were shocked. “You want me to spy on Mark.” That’s what all of this was about.

“I’m not asking you to spy on him, [Y/N]. I’m just asking you to keep an eye on him and report back if you notice anything.”

“You literally just said the definition of spying.” You grit your teeth. Disgusted at the mere suggestion you would betray Mark’s trust. “I’ve done a lot of things ‘for the cause’ Cecil. But I’m not doing that.”

“So you would rather get blindsided again like the last time if Mark ever cracks?” Cecil argued. “I’m not asking for State Secrets on him here [Y/N]. I’m just asking for a head up on his mental state.”

“Get him a shrink then if you’re so worried. But I’m not doing it!” This conversation was over as far as you were concerned, so you turned to leave and meet back up with Mark.

“Everything ok?” Mark asked when he saw you. Immediately noticing your annoyed and angry expression.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” You tell him. Quickly schooling your features into something softer. “Just some new thing Cecil wanted me to do for training. And I was like ‘agh…oh my god…enough already…I yield’.” Mark laughed at your joke and kissed your cheek as he re-linked up your hands.

Your smile back to him was a little jilted as you debated on telling Mark what actually happened. It would hurt his feelings to know that the people he was working so hard for him didn’t trust him. That, in the end, despite everything he had done, they still thought he was like his father. But didn’t he deserve to know that the people he was working for didn’t trust him? You weren’t sure what the right answer was.

In the end, you left it alone for now. You weren’t sure if it was the right answer or not, but you just didn’t want to deal with it. You weren’t going to spy on Mark, so what else could they do?

[lorena-art]

Ok, 2025 has just started and I decided to go back to my beloved TIMBERN and the au's I love so much. It took me like a week to finish this and I'm happy to see that I haven't gotten as bad at drawing as I thought despite not being able to practice as often as before.

Ok, now the context. It's not very long, since I drew this scene on impulse. It's another Bernard/Dionysus AU with the added bonus that Tim in this case is the reincarnation of Ariadne and the only thing that prevented an angry god from turning everyone in Gotham into animals. After his rude awakening Dionysus was completely furious but all that was forgotten immediately he saw Ariadne, as beautiful and stunning as when he met her in Naxos crying over her new body. Of course, Tim doesn't remember any of this and just happens to have seen his friend Bernard get stabbed to death by a cult of madmen and collapses in grief and guilt because he was late again. Only for the body to rise up, still bleeding and chest open screaming in Greek with a deranged grin. I don't have much more to it than that, really. The scene in the picture is Dionysus/Bernard just waking up and getting déjà vu about his first meeting with Ariadne on the Island of Naxos where she was abandoned by Theseus. I was reading up on them and I imagined Dionysus meeting a very reluctant and angry Ariadne, who is crying at being abandoned and the God decides he wants to see her smiling face and will do anything to make that happen. Now in Gothan the myth is coming to life again. Dionisio wants to court his wife (who is now a husband, and that doesn't bother him at all) and Tim trying by all means to keep him entertained while the others look for a solution and he's being influenced little by little to remember what was in the past.

(what Bernard/ Dyonisus is shouting is "Ariadne!!", but I don't know any ancient Greek so this comes from Wikipedia)

ok, that was all, I hope you liked it 💕

Below is the image as I really imagined it, with Tim crying and recreating much more the first meeting between the two.

[marvelmaniac715]

The Nerdy Prudes never really send the Lords in Black away again, so imagine if like… they just never leave and decide to attend high school since they ‘blend in so well’. Peter, Stephanie and Grace go back to school one day and suddenly, Wiggly (sorry, ‘Will’) is in a corner of the cafeteria trying to get people to sign up to the Marine Biology club he’s started because he has ‘a deep connection to cephalopods’. There’s Tinky (or ‘Terrence’) correcting the History teacher in vivid detail and sitting uncomfortably close to Peter, asking intrusive questions about his older brother Ted. There’s Pokey (or ‘Patrick’) overacting every minor role he gets in the Drama club and staging ‘unfortunate accidents’ for the rest of the cast of the school musical so he’s ‘forced’ to take all the roles and perform a stirring one-man rendition of ‘The Sound of Music’ (you should hear his ‘Climb Every Mountain’). There’s Blinky (‘Ben’) getting straight A’s in his film class because he never takes his eyes off the screen and notices every minute detail missed by the teachers. There’s Nibbly (‘Nova’) defunding the Home Ec department by devouring all of their ingredients and spending class time eating everyone’s work. Then halfway through the year Webby (‘Wendy’) decides to come to the school in order to save the students, but she is immediately and relentlessly bullied by her brothers who designate her as a ‘nerd’ (she’s had around twelve swirlies). Oh yeah, and they’re all on the football team, go Nighthawks!

Update: I’ve already added this in a reblog but just in case you don’t feel like searching, here’s a link to the in-progress fic I wrote about this, I hope you read and enjoy (I reply to every comment!) 😊💕:

Gotta Get Back To School (16915 words) by Marvelmaniac715 Chapters: 16/? Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Stephanie Lauter/Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy Characters: Peter Spankoffski | Hot Chocolate Boy, Stephanie Lauter, Grace Chastity, Wiggly | Wiggog Y’rath, Pokey | Pokotho, Tinky | T'noy Karaxis, Blinky | Bliklotep, Nibbly | Nibblenephim, Webby (Black Friday), Hannah Foster, Lex Foster, Miss Holloway (Hatchetfield) Additional Tags: High School, Post-Canon, Crack, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, lords in black - Freeform, No Beta We Die Like Ted Summary: You know how the Lords in Black are summoned in Nerdy Prudes Must Die? Yeah… well, they never got sent back, so they’re still hanging around. Since they have time to kill and no plans that require urgent attention, why not stay in their human forms and attend Hatchetfield High as ‘regular teens’ just to mess with our favourite Nerdy Prudes? Go Nighthawks!

[orionremastered]

Are there another part for shapeshifter golden tiger reader :D i appreciate your writing so much! 💕

I've gotten another ask regarding a shifter!reader, so Imma just pile em up into one big AU. Send more shifter requests to have them added to the list! Even outside of gotham with other dc heroes would be cool. Like they've all got connections with other shifters online or sumin

shifter gang

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Masterlist

Part One

Golden Pt. 2

It's been a few days since you last saw the pair, and maybe you're okay with that. Nights have been quiet yet cold, and you're getting excited about the temperature change that comes with spring.

Night patrols have been close to uneventful; save a kid or two there, maul a criminal of two here- the usual, in other words.

You're expecting the usual again tonight, just quiet patrolling and nothing extreme-

Look, you haven't been here for long, okay? Optimism, got it?

You're on the prowl for a missing girl, one that the bats no doubt have on their radar too, but you never know- you might get to her first. You went to the apartment where she lives and are confident that you could pinpoint her on her scent alone.

It's been an hour or two since you started looking and finally, you catch a whiff of the little girl's scent. You draw closer to an abandoned building, sneaking through structures to hide from the unforgiving street lights that flicker, forgotten by the city.

You jump onto a dumpster and into a broken window above it, landing quietly on the dusty floorboards. You can hear crying and the little girl's scent gets stronger.

Someone snaps at her as you draw closer, creeping up the stairs to the second floor. Thankful that the floor doesn't creak, you continue through the corridor of apartments, the number of each room fading from their painted places upon doors.

The screaming gets louder until you stop at a door, slightly ajar. You nudge it open with your nose and- you've luck- it's silent too.

"Shut the fuck up, dammit, you'll-"

The man doesn't get much more out of his mouth before you pounce, toppling both of you to the floor. Your fangs lock around his wrist, making him cry out in pain as you reach for the gun in his hand and throw it to the farthest corner of the room.

"Get-"

You snarl, pushing a set of sharp claws into the top of his spine. He yells curses that one should not around a child.

The window shatters beside you and two figures gracefully land in the room, one larger and one smaller by the sound of the thuds. You turn your head to glare, teeth bared and gleaming before you realise it's Robin and Batman- the duo one only fears if they're a criminal in the light of justice.

The man continues screaming, but not after giving one threatening snarl, deeper than any other you ever have.

"Leave the rest of this to us," Robin says calmly, and you're certain you like him more than the brooding knight in the corner near the gun.

He's allergic to those things anyway, so it's not like you're worried.

You step off the man's back and slowly approach the girl. She scrambles back and you remember you have blood still on your fangs. Still, you lower your head and attempt to look as harmless as a big cat can.

You can't grin when she reaches out to pet your head in case she sees your bloodied teeth. Once she realises you won't do her any harm, she scratches your neck and ears. Purring, you nudge her gently and lower yourself to the floor.

She's small enough to climb onto your back without it being too much of a struggle to stand and walk- she must be only five. She giggles, eyes red with tears, but she finds comfort in the warmth of your fur.

"GCPD has been called," the Bat says, glaring down at the criminal. You and Robin do the same. "Would you like us to take the girl to a hospital?"

You raise your head to look at him and flash your fangs, a solid 'no'.

"Whatever you think is best," Robin says, the Bat looking at him with a stare only a father could give to his son. "But wait, before you go-"

Robin smooths the short furs of your head and scratches underneath your ear. It takes you by surprise at first, but you don't snarl or bare your fangs at him, so he continues until he feels as though his father's glare has gone on long enough. "I told my siblings I'd pat you first. It's a bet, the only one I have participated in so far-" Batman snorts- "And I have won. As expected, I have succeeded."

You make a sound of amusement.

"Perhaps we shall work together again," the older of the two says. You huff, knowing you did all of this yourself, but nod anyway.

Perhaps it's time to make some friends -ones that aren't drowning in coffee and assignments, anyway.

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[lazyjellyfish300]

𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒔 🍭 ྀི༘͏ ♡𓈒 ཾ 𓈒ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

🍭 atsuya kusakabe x afab!reader

🍭synopsis: when intimacy takes a nosedive in your long term relationship with Atsuya, what happens when you come across an ad for aphrodisiac lollipops to spice things up?

🍭 words: 4.5k

🍭cw: minors dni, smut, p in v, oral fixation(titty sucking, oral f receiving), dubcon(under the influence of aphrodisiac), rough sex, prone bone, doggy, creampie, pet names: sweetheart, baby, hon, doll

🍭 a/n: my day 3 n s f w entry for kusakabe week! For the prompt: oral fixation, and I threw in some sweets.🙂‍↕️ thank you so much for hosting this event and showing some love to this underrated man. 🍭💕 dividers- @/anitalenia @kusakabeweek

Your relationship had hit a speed bump.

A 7 year itch, a lull, whatever you call it.

Make no mistake. Being Kusakabe's partner was a beautiful thing.

The relationship blossomed and grew like any other healthy bond. It progressed at a steady pace, not blooming a moment too early or too late. Intimacy was something you slowly fell into when you were both ready.

It had been almost a year before you shacked up and moved your things from your place into his.

Soon, marriage was inevitable on the horizon, but for now you were soaking up that tender period before all the craziness with an engagement and the chaos that wedding planning brings where you could just travel and enjoy one another before the storm settled in.

Atsuya was by far one of the healthiest men you had ever dated in terms of how he treated you.

He was somehow strong and gentle at the same time. He was a fantastic listener. He wasn't the best at verbalizing his feelings, but all of his efforts were sincere when it came to you. For as much as he disliked confrontation, if a disagreement between you remained unresolved, neither of you would go to sleep angry until that was no longer the case.

But, the bedroom itself was another issue entirely.

It wasn't that Atsuya was bad in bed. Quite the opposite, as a matter of fact. Rather, the chemistry between you had been muddied by forces outside of your control, chiefly that pesky little thing called work.

Day in, and day out. Same shit, different day on a slow moving calendar.

By the time you both had 8 hour shifts behind you, you at your corporate job and his at the school, intimacy wasn't quite at the forefront of your minds.

You began finding yourself missing it, craving that roaring insatiableness you shared when you first got a taste of one another where it couldn't ever seem to be enough.

Hands all over each other that could start with just one burning gaze from those deep brown eyes of his from across the room at a party, groping his bulge through his slacks and his hands rubbing between at your thighs at red lights, leading to heated car sex on the side of the road. Remembering how lovemaking always resulted in sessions because one round on its own couldn't quite sate you.

You ached for Atsuya's thick, heavy cock to slide in and out of your walls and he'd throb for the tight, warm, silky stretch of you around his shaft, purring his name as both a promise and a prayer.

He had a magical gift with his tongue that could lap and navigate your pussy in his sleep, the memory springing itself onto you at the worst of times that could leave you with clenched thighs.

His chest with no shortage of hair on it pressing into your back, his weight keeping you in place, exerting his strength over you in a way that was never too overpowering, but deliciously rough.

Over and over again until he left white rivulets trickling down the back of your thighs and the sight alone could be enough to harden his softening cock inside you and then he was back to railing you to oblivion.

God, you ached for those memories.

Fate must have heard your cry for help when a nosy little ad for aphrodisiac lollipops graced your screen as you scrolled on your laptop one evening.

"Midnight Moon's Lustful Lollies"

With curiosity, you clicked on it, whisking you away to a very attractive website.

The first if its kind: a lollipop that doubles as an aphrodisiac, carefully crafted and spun with flavors and natural herbs to heighten and skyrocket sexual arousal.

Now, Atsuya's lollipop habit was one he had attained long before you started dating. At first, your boyfriend liking lollipops on its own seemed a bit of a strange proposition, but after discovering that he used them as tools to quit smoking, you supported him enthusiastically.

Who knew strawberry lemonade dum dums could be a good fix in lieu of tobacco?

And now, there's supposedly a lollipop out there that doubles as an erotic stimulant?

This whole thing felt awfully cheesy and desperate. What kind of person would waste their hard earned cash on something so ridiculous? Who would turn to spicy flavored candies to solve their bedroom hangups when therapy could be a lot more effective?

But still, these reviews were awfully convincing.

A warmth stirred between your thighs as you read one after another, all claiming that just one lollipop was the gateway to mind-blowing sex.

"After experiencing a dry spell in our marriage that lasted years, we were at a breaking point. I bought these for my husband and I, and we had the best sex we've ever had in a decade. Now, it's like we're on our honeymoon all over again, thanks to these miraculous candies."

You looked over at your sleeping Atsuya with his back turned to you, lowly snoring against his pillow.

You begin to fantasize. Now how would that be, getting Atsuya to try one? Just one.

The flavors working their magic, sending him into a pleasant, lustful haze, working him up until he couldn't fight the sensation anymore and he'd eat you out like he did at the height of your sexual relationship, making you cream all over him before you even felt him relieve that delicious stretch deep inside your fluttering walls, keeping the lights on like you used to do so you could admire each other's bodies, his name flowing like a melody out of your mouth and that sexy stare of his as he took you and filled you, full and warm of his cock until you were dripping, over and over again.

What's the harm in trying?

Your heartbeat quickened as you added one box to your cart, paying for them without a second thought before logic could change your mind.

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A few days later

"Don't forget your lunch, Kusa." You smile innocently as you hand him his lunchbox, his usual bento you packed for him in loving ritual, with a little surprise tucked in for dessert.

"Thanks, hon." The corner of Kusakabe's mouth tugs into a fond smile as he takes it from you, bestowing you a quick peck on your lips.

"Be safe."

"Always am, babe."

You watch him stride towards the doorway, nervously bouncing your leg.

"Hey, I love you." You call out to him.

Atsuya pauses. He turns to you, a little off guard by the sudden declaration.

You love him. He knows this. And God, does he love you. He feels a tinge of guilt, realizing he had allowed too much time to pass by since the last time he said it. Perhaps he should say it more often.

He strides to you from across the room, cradling your face in his right hand, sweeping his thumb over your cheek, those dulcet irises of oakey brown glinting against the morning light from your kitchen before leaning in and capturing you in a slow kiss.

His lips were soft with lingering mint of his mouthwash, his jaw and neck thick with the scent of aftershave.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He says softly, before turning back to the door. "Call ya when I'm on my way home, okay?"

You nod, doing your best to keep your smile and calm the butterflies in your stomach as he left.

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Lunch came and went. You typed absentmindedly on your laptop, trying your best not to watch the clock or your phone like a hawk, expecting a needy text from Atsuya slowly after the suckers worked their magic.

You don't know what you were thinking, slipping him one of those horny candies in his lunch like that. It was fucked up, and frankly foolish to believe those silly things could actually work.

As the day went on with continuous radio silence, so did losing your hope in firing up your physical connection with Atsuya.

You shift your attention back to work as best as you could with a sting of defeat, regretting that money you wasted on that lousy company and doing your best to move on.

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Kusakabe is in the middle of his trainings with the second years when it hits him.

"Well done. Your form still needs work."

He folds his arms, shifting the sucker from one side of his mouth to the other, holding the stick as he watches his students try and apply his corrections as they focused their techniques on their target.

"Again. With more focus."

He blinks and clears his throat. He can't place it but something is beginning to hang over him. It's not... unpleasant by any means, but it's certainly not familiar.

He swirls his tongue around the sucker in his mouth and releases it with a pop, his brown eyes studying it in suspicious curiosity.

He did notice that it was a brand new flavor, but he didn't think much of it since you tend to throw him little surprises in his lunch every now and then.

He only briefly glanced at the label when he unwrapped it before throwing it in the trash.

He tries his best to recall the wording: lascivious lemon with bergamont and honey, whatever the hell that meant.

He feels a warm trickle pooling in his lower abdomen, so gradual, soft, the kind that only happens when he's...aroused?

"Hey, eyes up." Kuskabe orders sternly, tugging at his collar as he tried to snap out of it.

"Kusakabe sensei, are you alright?"

"'M fine. Again, focus on channeling the energy into one spot on the target."

Shit. Is it hot out here or just me?

He's feeling a little lightheaded, almost like he needs to shed his clothes. The cozy feeling in his groin is getting even warmer, his balls are beginning to wound tight.

"Please continue working on your technique. Panda, take over for me." He excuses himself, leaving a puzzled Panda and students in his wake.

Kusakabe strides back inside the school at blinding speed, shedding his coat, loosening his tie, and rolling up his sleeves as the sweat began to bead on his forehead with the sucker still in his mouth, shutting the door to his office with a hasty slam.

Something definitely isn't quite right, and he is beginning to form a hunch that this little seemingly innocent treat you slipped him in his lunch is the culprit.

He grabs the waste bin under his desk, cursing as he digs through the rubble until he finds it.

"Lascivious Lemon: with notes of bergamot and honey. WARNING: this product contains an aphrodisiac. May cause symptoms of heightened sexual arousal. Use at your own discretion."

"...You gotta be kidding me." He sits back in his chair, tie hanging loose around his neck as the realization sweeps in. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.

Did you do this shit on purpose? No way, there was no way in hell you didn't know damn well what you were doing when you slipped him that.

You little minx.

Shit, it's getting warmer...

Kusakabe relaxes, letting the tension flood outwards through his fingertips as he sinks into his chair, letting the cool air of his office blow in his face.

He feels...calm now that he isn't fighting it. Maybe it'll just go away.

He sighs, as his heartbeat steadily thumps in his eardrums. He decides to think about you.

God, you...

His brain feels all fuzzy as your face enters his mind. Those beautiful, sparkly eyes. The shorts he left you in this morning, so tight and skimpy around your stunning ass.

When was the last time he felt like this? It'd been forever. He licks his lips as the pooling sensation in his abdomen began to trickle down his thighs, slowly pulling at his cock.

He lets soft groan loose as he moves his hand over the bulge, lightly squeezing over his slacks just to see what it would do.

Fuck, that feels good.

His toes curl and his grip on his chair tightens, knuckles blooming to white. He decides to indulge a little more. His office is closed, the building is silent, save for the gentle whirring of the air conditioner. He starts with long strokes, putting pressure against the huge tent in his pants. Rubbing slowly from top to bottom.

"God..."

He hasn't been this sensitive in a while. It's like every nerve ending in his cock has been set alight. It needs to be inside something, inside you. He palms himself a little faster, head thrown back, his sharp jaw slack as sweat builds around his collar.

That tight wetness. So soft, your silky oasis slowly wrapping around him whenever he entered you, gasping as his limbs turned to molten honey. That sweet look you'd give him through your eyelashes as you called him "baby", lips in a pout, the muscles in your smooth gummy walls loosening and tightening around his shaft that made his eyes roll back.

Precum starts to gently ooze in little twines down his boxers, imagining smearing it and running through your pearly slick until he sank into you, sloppy and deep.

Shit.

He books it out of there, grabbing his belongings and high speeding back to your shared apartment in a lust blown fury.

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Your apartment door opens and shuts with a slam right before you're about to jump onto a virtual meeting.

"Atsuya? Mmpphh-"

His lips are on you without warning, messy and hot, the ghost of his stubble scratching your face.

You return his kiss with equal parts confusion and passion, slowly melting away as you taste his sleek tongue, the glaze of honey swirling with the zest of lemon and bergamont as the realization clicks into place.

You'll be damned. Those suckers worked after all.

"You think you're so fuckin sneaky..." He murmurs against your lips, breaking away to kiss down your neck.

"Atsuya...fuck, what do you mean? I-I have a meeting, Atsuya..."

"You know exactly what I mean, sweetheart." He grumbles from the crook of your neck, taking a hefty inhale against your jugular, like your scent alone could suffice as sustenance as he closes your laptop with a slam.

"That stupid lollipop you put in my lunch..."

He moans and he salivates as only part of his thirst was alleviated. He needs you in his mouth. Something warm, soft, round. Your pussy or your tits, either one. He decides to start with the former.

"If you wanted my cock, you should've asked, doll..."

The chilly air from your apartment greets your nipples as they bounce from the sheer cloth of your tank top as he yanks it up and over your belly, goosebumps dotting your skin like stars as he runs his warm hands over the tender fat.

He groans at the sight of your free breasts splayed across your chest with the nipples stiffening at the peaks, stuffing the left one into his mouth.

"Fffuck, Atsuya..." You sink back in your office chair, completely overpowered by his mouth. The herbs linger on his tongue and coat your nipples as he circles it around and around, leaving a tangy sensation as the remaining potency worked as a topical stimulant, soaking into the darkened skin of your areolas compared to the rest of your body, and heightening their sensitivity.

"Fuck, missed this...missed tasting you." He switches to the right, tweaking the bud of the other, gently rolling it between his wet fingers, letting the dull end of his well groomed fingernails gently comb the center, making the nipple stand straight on end while he suckled and hollowed his cheeks as he got to work on the right.

Atsuya's mouth is so warm and deliciously silky. His tongue is skilled and thorough as he not only payed special attention to the nipples, but the tops, sides, and tender bottoms of your breasts, sucking away for minutes that quickly bled into what felt like hours, your work long forgotten.

He tastes the lingering salt there, the natural tang of your musk working overtime with the love potion from the sucker already in his system, making him leak drool all over your sore tits.

"A-Atsuya..." You feel an ache pulsing hotly through your nipples as your spine curled against the back of your chair, nearly being crushed under his weight.

"S-sooo much..." You sigh as his hand comes to rub your pussy through your underwear, relishing the damp spot in the thin cotton fabric as he palmed your cunt.

"Please, you wanted it, sweetheart. Let me take my time..."

You quickly realize that he won't be easily dissuaded from where he is. Those brown eyes like burnt bitter caramel are swimming with white hot heat, strands of his short spiky umber hair begin to stick with sweat, his forest of hair that stood out among the plane of scars on his chest shines with perspiration and heaves with arousal as he groans hotly into your tits.

He unbuttons the rest of his shirt, switching back to your left tit while keeping his eyes on you, before he hollowed his cheeks with a heady suck.

"Ohhhh, fuck, I can't..." This shock to all of your erogenous zones at once almost makes you keen, before he finally releases your tender tit with a sloppy plop, a mark blooming where he sealed it with his mouth before, bidding your nipples farewell with little sucks and kisses as he drags your drenched panties and shorts down your thighs, scooping you into his arms and stumbling with you into the bedroom.

----

Your back hits the soft cushion of your bed with a pleasurable sigh as Atsuya leans over you, now completely bare except for his boxers.

"Relax, sweetheart." He purrs as he grips and squishes your inner thighs, bare, sticky, pussy shiny and slick in front of his face. He was the equivalent of a man deprived and you the first buffet he had in weeks.

He parts your pussy lips, taking a good look at your dripping vulva as he slides them against each other with his thumbs, teasing his food before he eats it, his cock aching under unbearable levels with arousal, but the lustful haze won't let him do anything right now but assauge that need to have you, devour you with his mouth.

He wetly kisses the inside of your thighs, brown eyes peering up at you as an apology for what he's about to do.

That first drooly lick between your folds is pure nectar that runs like silk, your toes curl with a sigh as he balances your calves on his shoulders. His muscles ripple as he settles in a sniper position between your thighs, flattening his tongue directly against your clit, pulsing rhythmically against it before he licks you down with a long, heady drag of his tongue.

"Atsuya....ohhhh...."

He chuckles into your slick, replacing his tongue momentarily with his fingers as he sits up, jaw shiny and coated with your raw honey.

"Knew you still liked that move, sweetheart..."

He grabs a sucker from the nightstand, Ravishing Rose with smoky vanilla, offering it to you as he carefully stretches your pussy with his fingers.

"Open up, sweetheart. You're gonna get in on this too..." He whispers, leaning closer and letting you get a taste of yourself off his lips as you unwrap the sucker with shaky fingers.

Your tongue wraps around the sticky center of the pink colored lollipop, and Atsuya groans at the sight.

"Yeah, like that. Just keep looking at me while you do that..."

The rose flavor apparently worked even faster than the lemon. Soon your mouth feels a warm tingle that blooms as it radiates to your mind, settling in a pleasurable, sensual haze. You suck and tease the lollipop as Atsuya licks your pussy, lewd and wonderfully sloppy as he left no part of you unexplored and unpleasured with his tongue.

"You're so fuckin pretty. Fuck, I'm so lucky..."

He's completely drunk on your earthy juices, lapping and slurping your clit and lips to his heart's content. His body is liquid fire melting against the mattress.

It's practically a miracle he hasn't cum by now, inadvertently edging himself as he slowly drags his bulge against the mattress, getting distracted as he plunges his tongue headfirst into the creamy pearlescent slick that began to trickle down his chin.

You're floating in clouds of pure heaven, being eaten and lavished like a goddess with this beautiful man at your warm oasis.

It's starting to become a bit unbearable by now. You need to be fucked, warm and stuffed full of Atsuya's cock as that last step to truly come together as one and relieve that ache in his balls that were begging to be emptied inside you.

"A-Atsuya, fuck me. L-Let me cum on your cock..." You groan as you raise a shaky hand to comb through his drenched locks, trying to use what crumb of strength you had left to separate his mouth from your sensitive pussy until his lips magnetized right back to your juicy clit.

"Atsuya...." Your tone quivers as you try to maintain some sense of firmness, before you completely melt against the thick wet muscle in his mouth.

Atsuya softens a little, slowing down as he watches you with a cloudy expression. He takes in your glowing skin, glistening now in a sheen of his sweat and yours, your thighs that trembled with equal parts pleasure and pent up need, a sign he recognizes that the coil of release was beginning to tighten in your belly.

The carnality fog begins to clear just a little.

God, he wants to fill you too. The chips in his armor deepen to cracks as his breathing intensifies, your pleas wafting through the air and landing against his ears like honey.

"Damnit, sweetheart."

Without a beat, he flips you on your stomach, steadying himself on one forearm while he used his free hand to line himself up with your entrance.

"Gonna give you what you want, don't worry, baby..." He whispers, kissing up your spine like a row of promises before he enters you with a slow drag and press of his hips.

Your pussy spreads like buttery silk and sucks him in with a slow stretch that's so rewarding.

"Ffuck...missed you so much, Kusa..." You murmur as he presses his lips to your temple with a couple slow rocks of his hips to get you nicely adjusted around him, the rose and vanilla settling into a smooth trickle through your veins, making you feel so relaxed as you slowly spread open for him like a blossoming flower.

Your breaths and his intermingled in a heated concoction of moans and grunts, feeding off each other's intensity until the lewd plaps of skin on skin became faster and faster.

"Kusa..."

"I know, baby. You're doing so well." He pants, spreading one of your ass cheeks which you take as invitation to arch your back to let him sink himself right against your g spot. He thrusts, deep and long against it, cradling your breast and thumbing your nipple to soothe you from the impact.

"Take me, feel me deep right here..." He utters, low and husky in your ear, rolling the ending with a snap of his hips against your ass.

*thrust* "I was an ass for neglecting you...

*thrust* ...I'm so sorry, sweetheart....

*thrust*...so fuckin sorry..."*thrust* *thrust* *thrust*

You toes curl and your hands ball in fists that tremble as you relish the soothing sensation of each nudge of his cock, only to have it abruptly pulled away and started anew with each piston of his hips, over and over until you became nearly incoherent.

"K-Kusa, too much...gonna c-cum..."

The bed creaks and the headboard begins to knock against the wall in broken rhythm. If the aphrodisiac weren't a factor, you'd be expecting an irritated knock from your neighbors but your brain can't center on anything but pleasure.

The mind melting pleasure, being full of him, full of you, bodies twisted in a sexy knot of slick and cum, seizing back the ungodly amount of moments that time stole from you since you were last like this, all the pent up frustration coming to a head as Kusakabe passionately rocked you into the mattress.

"Can I cum inside you?" He groans and pants, sitting back on his heels so he has you in doggy, fingers bruising and sinking into the dimpled sweaty flesh of your ass as he used it to pull you deeper onto his cock in the new position.

"Yes, fuck-please!"

He yanks you against his chest, lips right against your neck and palms bruising your hips as he unloads a river of cum inside you, before allowing you both to gently collapse back on the bed in a heap of passion and slick.

----

The afterglow is thick in your quiet bedroom, the hazy residual from the aphrodisiac lollipops is all but a ghost. Both of you are satiated, cozy with clean sheets as you lay nose to nose. Afternoon sleep is slowly overtaking you as you stare into the tender face of your lover, Atsuya.

"Promise me...that next time you'll speak up and let me know if I'm not meeting your needs, doll?" He murmurs, kissing your shoulder.

"I promise."

His kiss turns into a smile against your skin.

"Good. And I'll be much better at taking care of you. I'm just as guilty, if not more responsible for letting things dry up."

"Hey, it happens." You reassure him quietly with a low murmur. "It's not our fault work sucks all of the life out of us."

"Haha. I just hate to see you waste your money on something as ridiculous as sexy suckers when I could just not be a dumbass for free."

"Well, hey, at least they worked."

"Heh...damn right they did. Almost had me pitching a tent in the middle of work."

He pauses, eyeing the box on the nightstand. "How many did they give you?"

"They came in a pack of 24."

"Oh?"

"Yeah." Your lips curl with suggestion, scooting a little closer to him. "A shame we'll just have to not let the rest go to waste."

He smirks, that subtle dimple in his cheek, his post sweat glow and big brown eyes stirring against that lingering desire that hung between you.

"A shame indeed."

He reaches behind you, his gaze steadily locked with yours as he slowly pulls off another wrapper of a fresh sucker before sticking it in his mouth, letting the new flavors of peach nectar swirl on his tongue before he gestures for you to open your mouth.

"Guess we better get on it. Now we have 21 to go."

You arch your back with smooth anticipation as he slowly pulls the covers away from your naked body, thighs falling open as he kisses stars down your belly, with his lollipop between your lips.

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[misshoneyimhome]

Hi love💙 could we get some ukko pekka luukkonen x reader smut, sorry if it’s personal☹️

Of course, darling, and I'm (mostly) always up for a challenge 😉 That said, I’ll apologise just in case I haven’t quite hit the mark - there's not that much smut, but a lot more fluff 😅 This was my very first time writing for Ukko, and I’m still learning about him… but I gave it my best shot 💕 I really hope you enjoy reading it anyway 🥰

Tropes & warnings: Ukko Pekka Luukkonen x reader, friends to lovers, secret (mutual) crush, just a lot of fluff, smut 18+, unprotected vag sex

Word count: 4.3K

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Spill the Truth I Ukko Pekka Luukkonen ✐☆

The restaurant buzzed with life — the kind of busy that felt like comfort. Plates clattered, glasses clinked, someone across the room shouted over a sports replay on the mounted TVs. Strings of warm fairy lights glowed against the exposed brick, bouncing soft light off framed Sabres jerseys that lined the walls like proud, weathered totems.

You were crammed at one of the long, battered tables with half the team, wedged shoulder to shoulder between Jacob Bryson and Alex Tuch. Everyone still rode the buzz of tonight’s win, the kind of game that left your voice hoarse from yelling and your cheeks sore from smiling. The scent of fried food lingered thick in the air — wings, burgers, garlic fries — and your stomach twisted hungrily at the promise of carbs and grease.

You reached across Jacob’s plate with the confidence of someone who’d stolen from it a hundred times before.

He caught your hand mid-theft. “Oi,” he warned, bumping your shoulder. “If you were running drills, we’d still be stuck in warmups.”

A chorus of groans and laughter erupted immediately, your name echoing down the table. Someone pounded the wood like a drum.

You gave him a slow, deadpan look. “At least I don’t wipe out during line changes, Bryson. I’ve seen Bambi on ice look more coordinated.”

Jacob clutched his chest like you’d shot him, collapsing into Alex, who nearly spilled his drink from laughing. “Someone get me an ambulance,” Jacob gasped. “I’ve been personally victimised by my table neighbour.”

“Should’ve worn your helmet,” you said sweetly, stealing a chip from his plate anyway.

The table dissolved again, teasing ricocheting from one end to the other like a puck in sudden death. You basked in it — the warmth, the chaos, the belonging. This kind of chirping had become second nature with the guys. The more they dragged you, the more you knew you were in the fold.

And Jacob, bless him, always gave you perfect material to work with.

Across from you, Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen was leaning back in his chair, arms folded over the table, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. His sleeves were shoved up, exposing his forearms, and his hair was a little messier than usual — just damp enough to suggest he hadn’t bothered with a proper dry after his shower.

He looked relaxed. Golden. Ridiculously handsome in a way that made you feel like your bones were too soft inside your skin.

Still, there was a subtle shift behind his expression — a faint squint of amusement that lingered behind the curve of his smile. Like he was trying to follow something that only half made sense.

You leaned across the table slightly, dropping your voice just enough to make it conspiratorial. “Need a translator, UPL?”

He raised a brow, tilting his head. “Not really. I understand you. I just wonder sometimes why you and Bryson sound like enemies in a sitcom.”

Jacob snorted beside you. “Because we are enemies. It’s part of the dynamic.”

“It’s called banter,” you added, reaching for your drink. “It’s like flirting but with more violence and fewer compliments.”

Ukko gave a short, amused exhale through his nose, then shifted his gaze fully to you. “Ah. So that’s what I’ve been missing.”

Jacob cut in, grin wide. “No, what you’re missing is that she’s never this mean to people she doesn’t like.”

“Exactly,” you said, popping a fry into your mouth. “Insulting Jacob is my love language.”

Ukko’s smile turned into something slower, something knowing. “Then he must be very loved.”

“Oh, deeply,” you deadpanned.

It was ridiculous — how warm your face felt under his gaze, how even his dry humour made something flutter low in your belly.

The conversation flowed on. Drinks arrived. Wings were devoured. Someone down the table made a comment about goalies needing ‘baby gloves’, which set off another round of shouting.

You were in the middle of another dramatic retelling of Jacob’s worst skate fail — complete with mimed flailing — when you felt that prickling awareness.

You looked up.

Ukko was already watching you.

Caught in the act, he froze, water glass halfway to his mouth, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

You smiled. A small, warm curve of your lips, nothing big. Nothing deliberate.

Ukko’s face broke into a grin that was almost bashful — like he hadn’t meant to get caught but didn’t mind the punishment.

And then he tipped his glass a little too far.

The water poured over the rim and straight down the front of his shirt in a glorious, clumsy cascade.

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then chaos.

“Rookie move!” Rasmus Dahlin bellowed from halfway down the table, slamming his palm against the wood.

“Get the man a bib!” Alex shouted, cackling so hard he nearly fell backward.

Even the more reserved guys — the ones who usually stayed quiet during dinner — were full-on wheezing, napkins being flung down the table like missiles.

Ukko went bright red. Bright red. He swore softly in Finnish under his breath, grabbing one of the useless paper napkins and trying to mop at the spreading wet patch on his chest.

It didn’t help. Not even a little.

Your shoulders shook as you tried — and failed — to keep it together. You bit down on your lip, covering your mouth with your hand, but the giggles still bubbled out.

He looked so deeply mortified. Like the water had betrayed him on a spiritual level.

And somehow, it only made him more endearing.

Ukko glanced up through his lashes and caught your eyes again — his expression caught between despair and hopeful pleading. Like he was asking you not to roast him for it. Not tonight.

You didn’t.

You didn’t need to.

You just smiled, soft and secret — a little tilt of your head that said you’re fine. You’re adorable.

You’re mine to tease… gently.

Something shifted behind his eyes — like maybe he heard that unspoken truth, felt the quiet thrum of it between you.

He ducked his head again, raking a hand through his damp hair, cheeks still flushed.

The noise around the table swelled again, attention drifting elsewhere as someone dared Alex to eat an entire bowl of the extra hot wings, but you stayed locked in that little pocket of stillness with Ukko. A shared moment, tucked safely between the beats of chaos.

Your heart thudded painfully hard.

You hadn’t meant to look at him like that. Hadn’t meant to notice the way his laugh made something soft unfurl in your chest. Hadn’t meant to fall into whatever this was — whatever was growing slowly between you like a secret blooming in the middle of winter.

But you had.

And now he was soaked in water and smiling shyly at you like you’d hung the moon, and all you could do was smile back and fall just a little bit deeper.

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The halls of the arena pulsed with leftover adrenaline, the buzz of another victory still hanging thick in the air. The sharp tang of sweat and tape floated beneath the brighter smell of cleaning solution, the sounds of skates clattering against concrete and locker doors slamming shut mixing with the low murmur of voices.

You leaned back against the cool concrete wall just outside the Sabres’ locker room, arms crossed loosely over your chest. Around you, players weaved through the chaos — shouting goodbyes, tossing sticks into bags, nodding tiredly at reporters hovering like vultures for a last quote.

Jacob lounged beside you, his hair still damp from his post-game shower, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he ribbed Peyton Krebs over something that must have happened on the ice. Peyton fired back with a shove to Jacob’s shoulder, grinning wide.

The energy was easy, warm. Like everyone was riding the same invisible current, bodies tired but spirits high.

You tossed a teasing comment into their squabble, earning a mock-offended gasp from Jacob and a wink from Peyton. The banter circled, familiar and fast, the kind of rhythm you’d fallen into without realising it. You were simply a friend of a player, tangled somewhere between the cracks of the team — not fully one of them, but not fully apart either.

Jacob straightened, rubbing the back of his neck, a mischievous glint lighting his eyes. You recognised that look immediately. It usually meant trouble.

“You know… UPL’s totally into you, right?” he said, dropping the words as casually as if he were mentioning the weather. “It’s, like, painful to watch.”

The words hit you square in the chest — a direct shot that knocked the air out of you.

You froze mid-laugh, the sound dying in your throat, heart stuttering in a way you couldn’t control.

You tried — God, you tried — to keep it light, to shove it away with the same ease they tossed chirps across the ice.

“Oh, shut up,” you said, rolling your eyes with what you hoped was enough force to seem casual.

But your voice cracked, just a little.

And Jacob’s grin only widened.

“You think I’m joking,” he said, laughing as he nudged your arm. “He looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.”

Peyton snickered in agreement, tossing a towel over his shoulder as he wandered off down the hall, leaving you alone with your racing heart and Jacob’s maddening smirk.

You stared at him for a second longer than you should have, then shoved off the wall, shaking your head in what you hoped passed for amusement.

But your mind was already spiralling.

Ukko? Into you?

You pressed your hand briefly against your chest, feeling the way your heartbeat hammered out a frantic rhythm under your skin.

You needed to get a grip.

It was just a joke. Just boys being boys. Right?

Still — your traitorous gaze swept the hallway before you could stop yourself.

And there he was.

Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen stood a few metres away, half-turned towards his teammates, his hands moving animatedly as he laughed at something Owen Power had said. His posture was relaxed, the tension of the game bled away, hair still damp and curling slightly at the ends. He looked good — too good — golden and glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights, somehow untouched by the exhaustion etched into everyone else’s faces.

You told yourself you were just looking. Just observing.

But then —

He glanced at you.

Quick and fleeting, like he couldn’t help it.

Like checking was a reflex he hadn’t even meant to betray.

And when he caught you already looking back, he startled — cheeks flushing a soft, betraying pink. He ducked his head almost immediately, laughing at something else, trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Your stomach twisted into a mess of knots and butterflies and something a little like hope.

You leaned back against the wall again, trying to steady your breathing, but it was useless. Your thoughts raced too fast, pinging wildly between what Jacob had said and the way Ukko had looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

The hallway outside the locker room had emptied into a soft, distant hum. Somewhere deeper in the arena, the low whirr of cleaning machines echoed off the concrete walls, the clatter of gear bags and muted laughter fading into the night.

You lingered in the shadows for a moment, half-hidden behind a pillar, watching him.

Ukko crouched by his gear bag, methodically sorting pads and gloves, his big hands far more careful than you’d ever expect from someone his size. His damp hair flopped messily across his forehead, curling slightly from leftover sweat, a soft frown of concentration between his brows.

It hit you again — that warm, treacherous ache right in the centre of your chest.

You couldn’t leave it alone. Not after the way he kept glancing when he thought you weren’t looking. Not after Jacob’s words kept echoing in your mind.

You shoved your hands deep into your jacket pockets, trying to slow your racing heart, and crossed the final few steps toward him.

He heard you coming — the light scuff of your shoes — and looked up immediately.

His eyes widened, unguarded and soft, his whole body stiffening as if caught doing something he shouldn’t. He half-straightened, abandoning the half-zipped bag, shoulders twitching like he wasn’t sure if he should stand still or move closer.

You smiled, nudging his arm lightly with your shoulder, playful even as your nerves burned beneath your skin.

“Hey you,” you said softly, voice low enough that it barely carried beyond the two of you.

Ukko turned slightly, giving you a crooked smile. “Hey…”

A small, awkward pause settled between you — not uncomfortable, but charged. Like both of you were waiting for the other to say something first.

You glanced down at his bag, then back up at him. “You, uh… heading out soon?”

He nodded, hand half-tangled in a strap. “Yeah. Eventually. I keep packing and unpacking the same pair of gloves.”

You let out a quiet laugh. “Well, they are an essential part of the job. Would hate for you to forget them.”

“I’ve got backups,” he said, then shrugged. “But I’d probably forget both.”

Another silence. This one stretched just a second longer than the first.

You shifted on your feet, your fingers twitching inside your jacket pocket. “So…” you tried, your voice a little higher than you meant. You cleared your throat and tilted your head, smiling through the nerves. “Rumour has it you might have a little crush?”

His eyes widened — a flicker of panic, maybe, or disbelief — and then you watched, almost in slow motion, as the colour climbed up his neck and spread across his cheeks like fire.

For a second, he just blinked at you — blank, stunned.

Then colour flooded his cheeks, blooming red from his throat up to his ears so fast you almost reached out without thinking. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again, his hands hovering awkwardly in mid-air like they might somehow explain faster than his words could.

You bit the inside of your cheek, swallowing a laugh. Not at him — never at him. Just at the sheer, aching sweetness of it.

Finally, he managed, voice low and rough, “Maybe… not little. More like… a big crush.”

The words dropped into the space between you, raw and unpolished and devastatingly sincere.

Your heart stuttered painfully against your ribs.

So, without thinking, you reached out, your fingers curling lightly around the sleeve of his jacket, grounding both of you. A whisper of touch. A small thread tying you to him.

Ukko inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing under your hand. His eyes found yours — hopeful, terrified, so vulnerable it nearly undid you.

“Good,” you said, smiling so softly it almost hurt. “Because I might have a big crush too.”

For a moment, everything else disappeared — the faint echoes, the fluorescent buzz of the lights, the whole world narrowing down to the two of you, standing far too close in the quiet corridor.

Ukko’s hand twitched at his side, like he desperately wanted to reach for you but didn’t know if he was allowed.

So, you made the choice for him.

Closing the final breath of space, you rose onto your toes, your hands finding his chest, steadying yourself against the solid, steady warmth of him.

Ukko’s breath caught audibly, his hands flexing uselessly at his sides — and then you leaned in, closing the distance, pressing your lips to his.

It was soft. Barely there.

A tentative brush of mouths, trembling slightly with nerves and the terrifying, overwhelming rightness of it all.

Ukko froze for a heartbeat — just long enough for doubt to bloom sharp and cold in your chest.

But then — then he melted into you with a soft, broken sound, one hand lifting to cradle the back of your head with reverent care, the other sliding around your waist to anchor you against him.

The kiss deepened instinctively, his mouth moving over yours with increasing urgency, tasting of mint and winter air and something purely, heartbreakingly Ukko.

You sighed into him, your hands fisting into the fabric of his jacket, holding him to you like you were afraid he might vanish.

Ukko kissed you like he played goal — with utter focus, no hesitation, everything in.

The kiss stretched on, slow and consuming, both of you breathing each other in like you were afraid this fragile moment might shatter if you dared move too fast.

And when you finally pulled away, you stayed close, your forehead resting lightly against his thanks to your heels. You were both gasping, grinning like absolute fools, your breath misting in the cold air.

Ukko let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh, his hands still framing your face, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real.

“I’ve wanted to do that for months,” you admitted, your voice a whisper against the winter air.

His arms tightened slightly around you, “yeah, me too,” he breathed, voice thick with emotion.

You stayed there, bodies pressed close, breathing together, hearts hammering in tandem.

Ukko pulled back just enough to look at you properly — wide blue eyes shining under the brittle stars.

“You are… beautiful,” he said, his voice rough, the words falling awkward and earnest from his mouth.

Heat flushed your cheeks, but you couldn’t look away. You nudged your nose against his in return, a laugh slipping out before you could stop it. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He huffed a soft laugh — half wonder, half disbelief — and kissed you again.

This time, there was nothing tentative about it.

This time, it was confident and certain, claiming you with every soft press of his mouth, every desperate pull of his hands at your waist.

You kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every unspoken feeling, every unguarded hope, into the kiss. Into him.

And when you finally broke apart again, gasping, cheeks flushed, your heart felt so full you didn’t know how you were still standing.

Ukko pressed his forehead to yours again, breathless and grinning.

“Want to come home with me?” he whispered; his voice full of wonder.

You laughed, your fingers curling tighter into the fabric of his jacket, pulling him closer still.

“That’s a very silly question,” you smiled, your voice shaking with the happiness you could no longer hide.

_

Ukko’s flat was small but warm, the air filled with the faint scent of clean laundry and something sharper — the metallic tang of hockey gear tucked neatly into corners. The lights were low, just the soft glow from a floor lamp in the living room washing the space in a buttery haze.

You barely made it three steps inside before Ukko’s hands were back on you.

You stumbled together through the doorway, half-laughing, half-kissing, bumping into the wall with a soft thud that made you both break apart for a second, breathless and giddy.

“Sorry,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours, his voice low and laughing.

You shook your head, grinning like an idiot, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket. “You’re terrible at walking and kissing. Good to know.”

Ukko huffed a mock-offended sound, but his hands tightened at your waist, pulling you flush against him again, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was somehow both reverent and greedy.

Your coat hit the floor somewhere behind you, followed quickly by his, a messy trail marking your clumsy path deeper into the flat.

You tugged at the hem of your blouse, desperate to feel more of him, and he fumbled to help, big hands sliding beneath the fabric to find your hips. But when he tried to work the zipper down, he got stuck about halfway — muttering something low and frustrated in Finnish under his breath.

You couldn’t help it — you burst out laughing, your forehead falling against his chest.

Ukko growled playfully, shooting you a look that was half-murderous, half-mortified.

“Big goalie,” you teased between breathless giggles, “tiny zip — your ultimate nemesis.”

He made a wounded sound deep in his throat, then in a swift, sudden move, lifted you right off the ground.

You squealed, clutching at his shoulders, and he grinned — a boyish, mischievous thing — as he carried you toward what you could only assume was his bedroom.

He set you down on the edge of the bed with surprising gentleness, bracketing your knees with his as he loomed over you.

“This,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with heat, “I can handle.”

You tilted your chin up challengingly, laughter still dancing on your lips. “Prove it.”

Ukko kissed you again — a kiss that stole the last of the air from your lungs — while his hands slid up behind your back, fingertips skimming lightly along your ribs, making you shiver. With a low grunt of determination, he finally unclasped the bra and tossing it somewhere behind him.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dragging over every newly revealed inch of skin like he was trying to memorise you.

“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed, almost like he didn’t realise he was speaking out loud.

Your face flamed, but you didn’t look away — couldn’t, not with the way he was looking at you like you were something rare and precious he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to touch.

He kissed you carefully then — slower, softer — lips trailing over your jaw, the corner of your mouth, down the line of your throat. Each brush of his mouth left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, your body arching instinctively toward him.

You tugged at his t-shirt in return, and he let you strip it off, leaving him bare-chested and golden in the dim light, all broad shoulders and lean muscle and the kind of solid strength that made your breath catch.

The rest of your clothes disappeared between kisses and soft, breathless laughter — Ukko swearing again under his breath when he got tangled in the legs of your jeans, you giggling helplessly as you tried to help, both of you flushed and gasping by the time you were finally skin to skin.

He hovered over you, eyes searching your face with a reverence that made your chest ache.

“Okay?” he asked, voice thick, barely more than a whisper.

“More than okay,” you whispered back, reaching up to cup his cheek, feeling the slight scratch of stubble against your palm.

He kissed you once more — deep and slow — before guiding him length to your entrance, his hands trembling slightly where they held supported his larger figure.

And when he finally pushed into you, it was slow and careful, both of you gasping at the stretch, the overwhelming, dizzying closeness of it.

You clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in lightly as he filled you inch by inch, the feeling so much, so good you thought you might shatter from it.

Ukko pressed his forehead to yours, breathing hard, whispering broken English praises against your skin.

“So good,” he murmured, his voice shaking, “so… fuck-”

You whimpered, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, pulling him deeper.

The first few movements were slightly awkward — a little fumbly, both of you laughing quietly against each other’s mouths when you bumped noses, when he shifted too fast, and you gasped more from surprise than pleasure.

But then you found it — that slow, sweet rhythm — hips rocking together, bodies sliding against each other in a tangle of heat and breath and whispered names.

He kissed you everywhere he could reach — your forehead, your cheeks, your throat, the swell of your breast — like he couldn’t bear to leave any part of you untouched.

You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging gently when he thrust just right, a soft moan spilling from your lips that made him groan low and desperate against your collarbone.

It wasn’t perfect — not polished or practiced — but it was yours, raw and real and so full of feeling it made your chest ache.

And when you finally tumbled over the edge, it was with his name on your lips and his arms locked tight around you, his body following a heartbeat later, shaking with the force of it.

He came far quicker than he’d hoped. Yet, it had felt nothing but short of amazing.

He collapsed against you with a breathless laugh, careful not to crush you completely, his weight grounding you as your heart tried desperately to find a steady rhythm again.

You lay there tangled together, sweaty and flushed and utterly wrecked, the only sound the wild, uneven cadence of your breathing and the distant hush of snow falling outside.

A few moments went by, and after a bit of clean up you found yourself sprawled half across his chest, a sheet pulled loosely over your hips, your fingers lazily tracing patterns over the planes of his stomach.

Ukko’s arm was slung around your back, holding you so tightly to him you doubted you’d be able to move even if you wanted to.

He pressed a kiss into your hair, a lazy, contented thing, before muttering sleepily, “this was amazing.”

You smiled against his skin, pressing a kiss just over his heart — feeling the steady, reassuring thud of it against your lips.

“It really was,” you whispered back. “You should’ve told me about your crush sooner.”

He let out a soft, sleepy chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest and into you, wrapping around your heart.

You shifted just enough to look up at him, and found his eyes already half-closed, heavy with exhaustion and happiness, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Outside, snow fell in lazy, drifting spirals past the window, blanketing the world in soft white silence.

Inside, wrapped up in him, you had never felt warmer.

Ukko tightened his arms around you slightly, as if even in sleep he couldn’t bear to let you go.

And you let him hold you there — safe, loved, exactly where you wanted to be.

[donutz]

Hii I wanted to ask you if you can make a yandere smiling critters x shy female smiling critter cat reader?

I love how you write, good job! If you can't place the order, I will understand💕

Sorry if I wrote something wrong, English is not my first language.😭

I'll do your request, just might take a while! Also, thank you ^_^! Your English is just fine :)

Yandere Smiling Critters x shy female Smiling Critters cat reader

Honk shoooo..

Honk shoooooo……

Honk— “Kitty! It's time ta wake up!!” Kickin said, hey, you can't sleep for too long, you have to deal with the kids. You almost flinched from Kickin's loud approach. You were slowly waking up, fastly blinking and then looking like you'll go to sleep again. “C'mon!!” He put his wing on your face.

“Kickin, I'm awake. Please.” You whisper. Gently putting your paw on his wing. He raised his eyebrows a bit from that. He smiled, and took your paw with both of his wings, softly yanking you so you can get up quicker.

You were a little sloppy, so you stood up (while sitting) and lazily leaned on Kickin. “Oof– ... At least you're up…”

The other critters were all discussing today's activity while you were (kind of) cuddling with Kickin. 

Bobby Bearhug came up to you and started cuddling with you. Now having two Smiling Critters on both of your sides!

“So, whaddya think Kitty?!” Dogday said, catching your attention. You were still tired and not processing things, so you have no idea what he meant.

“... Huh?” The critters started laughing from your oblivious sound. Dogday was laughing too, “I mean— heh, I mean what do you think about t-today’s activity..?” You were much more awake for what he said, “Oh um. I— I think it’s nice…” You muttered.

“Great!”

The children were all awake, happy(most of them) and bright(mostly). You were stepping out of the critters’ room, while holding paws with Bobby as she was explaining the main activity.

“So, do you have it now?” She asked you, thankfully you were actually paying attention this time.

“Um. Yea..” You whispered. You weren’t much of a talkative one, but that’s okay.

Some would say you were like Craftycorn, but more shy. You try to ignore those comparisons. The kids were eating their breakfast, and Bobby was still next to you.

You had to watch the kids, because just in case a kid was choking, you needed to get them to not choke. The other critters would handle the other kids and calm them down. The other critters mostly being Dogday and Bobby.

While Bobby was sitting right next to you, holding your paw, just talking about what it was like dealing with the children's emotions, while her head was on your shoulder.

A few feet away, there were some jealous critters looking at you two. “I wanna hold Kitty’s paw…” Picky said. “Me too..” Kickin added.

Dogday saw their envious mood and went over to them. “It’s okay guys, there’s no need to be jealous!” He looked over at you two.

Yea he sees no reason to be jealous. This is because he is an adult! Well it was a headcanon, and to be honest with you, it seems like a really good headcanon. Basically he was an employee at Playtime co.

And to be honest with you, AGAIN, a grown adult being jealous over two kids being kids, is VERY strange ^_^. Anywho, back to the story (⌒‿⌒)

Dogday didn’t get it! He doesn’t understand. (NO SHAME FOR MY BABY!!!!!)

The kids were done eating, and now they all were doing the activity. If you were wondering what this mystery activity is, it’s about sleep and rest.

The kids thought it was going to be boring, who wants to talk about sleeping?? But the critters wanted to talk about how good it is to get some shut eye after a long day of being awake.

Maybe it could also help Catnap with the kids falling asleep.

All the Smiling Critters were grouped together, doing actions and spouting words on why sleep is good for you.

“See?! Kickin here is all tired and sleepy (he was doing an action to represent it), not able to really do anything!”

“It is also not good for your health!”

“But Catnap is all nice and rested! Being able to walk, talk, and color while being fully awake.”

“Not getting enough sleep isn’t good for anybody! Not adults, little kids like you guys, or even teens! If you get the sleep required, you’re able to get work done quicker, be able to color, and many activities can be done!”

“Even fun activities! Drawing, doing sports, playing games, all of those things can be done in a more fun way, just by getting a few hours of sleep!”

Bubba was able to communicate with the children in a more interesting way, not a lot of them were bored from his statements. 

“Any questions?” Bubba asked, some kids raised their hands, showing their curiosity about sleep.

“What happens if I don’t sleep?”

“Well… If you don’t sleep, your body can’t operate very well. It’s like your bed is the charger, and you need that charger in order to get through the day! Some say.. If you don’t get sleep for too long, your brain.. Can eat itself!!!” He said, getting the kids all hyped up.

“Well I guess I should get some sleep!!” One kid said.

“Yea! I don't want my brain to eat itself!!” Another wailed.

“Mhm! And so you can learn about it, if you want to, I have a word search!”

The children started grabbing the papers, wanting to know some words about sleep.

“I also have something you could decode! For the kids who want to challenge their brain!”

The kids were all doing something, word searches, talking to the critters to get more facts about rest, decoding, at least an activity that can distract them.

You and Catnap were walking around, helping any of the kids, and also calming them down if they got frustrated.

You two were just being cuddly kitties.

You were pretty sure the other critters(minus Dogday) were holding back from just cuddling up to you too.

Apparently they had to help with the kids….

[draczrys]

I know Criston Cole is not who you usually write for and I know he’s not a fan favorite but could you write a Drabble or one shot of Criston Cole x Reader? I love Fabian Frankel and just wish to read something with one of his characters. Much love! 💕

brb just added him to my muse list bc mr fabian is yum & early s1 criston is bearable. and this trope!! my fave medieval theme ever. like wdym i’m not supposed to love a boy w big brown eyes

COURTLY LOVE. ❨ criston cole x reader ❩

the standing of a riverland lord's youngest daughter was nothing of note to the realm. little to inherit, a pitiful dowry, barely a suitor at the door. so, the seven must have blessed you the day queen aemma requested your presence at court. the princess was of age now, and in need of ladies in waiting of noble birth.

suddenly, the world was a different place. thrown into the deep end of the red keep, you had all the dresses you wished for and every suitor at court vying for your hand in marriage. no longer just an unknown lady, but a lady of the crown. still, there wasn't a single lord or son that caught your eye. not since you saw him.

"... ser criston cole!"

your breath had caught in your throat as the young knight shed his helmet and blinked up to the royal box, respects paid to the king before he looks to you.

"i would like to ask for your lady's favour, if she would be so kind," he spoke, voice smooth, eyes never leaving your own. if it weren't for rhaenyra's elbow in your side, you're sure you would have stared all day.

"best of luck, ser," comes your wishes, leaning over the wooden rail to drop your favour over his joust. you had spent a whole day on it, the princess on her's too, weaving daisies and lavender into a pretty ring. "i hope that you win."

"as do i," criston muses, smirking. "if it means speaking with you again, my lady."

a blush burns at your cheeks, hurrying to sit back down. you ignore rhaenyra's teasing and watch the knight mount his horse, readying himself for the competition. he knocks down lord after lord, knight after knight, even defeating prince daemon. the heat in your chest has your heart beating quicker, head somewhat hazy as you watch on in delight.

the chaos of a tourney day sweeps you up from your daydreaming, ushered behind the princess to dress her for the feast. though she speaks to you as you braid her hair, it's barely audible past the heavy thoughts of the knight in your ears. eventually, when rhaenyra is summoned to her mother, you find the time to catch your breath in an empty hallway. leaning against the cold stone, your eyes squeeze shut to urge any romantic ideas from your mind.

"my good luck charm."

the sudden voice startles you, turning quickly to ready yourself in defence. but there, only a few steps away, is your knight. for a moment, you think he's talking about you. noting your furrowed brows and slightly cocked head, he raises the favour you had gifted into view.

"ah," you breathe out, a smile growing on your lips. "i'm glad it was of use."

criston mirrors your smile, steps closing the space between you, his armour clinking as it still rests on his bones. his arm reaches out, offering the flowered ring back to you. "it is custom the knight returns the favour to the lady, if they have survived."

glancing at the branches and petals your hands had tirelessly woven, then back to the warm eyes that watch you so carefully, that strange feeling creeps back into your chest. you shake your head.

"keep it," you urge, cheeks rounding. "perhaps it will bring you luck again."

cole's brows raise, interest obviously piqued at your suggestion. his smile turns crooked, eyes sparkling with a life you'd only seen outside of the walls of the keep.

"and will you be present, again? in case it is you, and not the favour, that has blessed me." his tongue is playful and teasing, but his eyes hold a sincerity you daren't question.

"i cannot promise my presence to be so virtuous." you giggle breathily, eyes darting to the ground for a moment to spare yourself the dizziness that comes from his gaze. "and i should--"

"a kiss then."

the blunt but hopeful proposition snaps your eyes back to him, unsure of whether to be more shocked, offended or delighted. criston smirks, obviously enjoying your surprise. "as a precaution, of course."

stomach jumping with nerves, heart dancing with excitement, you watch his eyes carefully in an attempt to gauge whether he was taunting you or not. but no, still only genuine.

shuffling forward, close enough now, you slowly stretch upwards onto your tiptoes. eyes locked, your lips journeying closer to his cheek - slightly stubbled, but littered with freckles. they barely brush his skin before he turns his head, quicker than you can notice, replacing his cheek with his lips.

the surprise that overtakes you is quickly subdued by the sweet taste of his kiss. his lips soft, just relishing in yours. not desperate or rough as you had seen with older lords and ladies, but delicate and kind. he only parts when he feels you swoon a little in his arms, smiling against the aftertaste of the kiss. breathless, you look at each other, caught up in the warmth between you.

"my lady," criston murmurs, stepping back from your space when he hears the distant patter of feet. bowing at the waist, his eyes still linger on your own. "until next time."

[thesensteawitch]

Divine is saying, “No Added Sugars” You Need Rawness!

💕 Pick A Pile 💕

(Left to Right- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, beautiful souls!🍀💖

It's about your purpose. You've been at a crossroads for some time now. With logic you won't ever be able to make the right choice or jump the timelines. You need to follow your intuition and do exactly what the world would call you crazy for. I know you're afraid of being judged. But who cares? I read this on a chocolate packaging, “It's always a nut who raises the bar.” ~The Whole Truth

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Also, feel free to DM💌 me in case of any query.🫶🏻

~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

Pile 1🌷

Tarot Cards- The Hanged Man, Ace of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, 2 of Swords, 8 of Pentacles, 3 of Swords, King of Wands

Charms- Crescent Moon

Animal Spirit- Owl

When I was pulling out your cards, my shoulders felt burdened with bricks. Perhaps you've got responsibilities, or you are carrying heavy burdens that you must release to take a flight.

You want to fly high in the sky, but you can't seem to remove your focus from the past. Your heart's breaking every day for receiving less than what you put toward your purpose. This pile does seem to be on the right path but tired and exhausted. You're hanging in there, waiting for a new opportunity or something to align. Your intuition says something must change, but you can't see that change, so you feel stuck between the present and the future.

Some of you may even try to hide your pain by getting yourself entangled with your work. You don't want to face the truth of someone (possibly a fire sign), so you distract yourself, but you're unable to do that either.

Ugh! Okay! So the divine wants you to face your hurt once and for all. Your heart chakra needs to be activated to receive blessings. Nothing's changing for you if you do not make an extra effort or travel the extra mile to align your destiny with the opportunities that you deserve.

You've got the wisdom, yet you cannot decide, afraid of history being repeated. You need to understand that every person, every situation was meant to give you the experience you had to shape you and trigger your gifts. We're all co-creators, believe it or not! Do not take on so much load. Release the hurt and show grace to yourself and everyone else. Remove your need to keep track of the fruits your work must bear. Focus on the work, on you, and on aligning your energies to make the best out of your time.

There's a pattern that keeps showing itself up. It's not here to trouble you but to elevate you. Release it and free yourself. I feel you keep yourself in the waiting energy over and over again for something/someone, and this energy messes up your head and heart. What's meant for you will find you. Just like Harry got his letter from Hogwarts despite his uncle doing everything to refrain Harry from getting his hands on the invitation. Don't stop yourself from living YOUR life by putting a pause on your journey. The stagnancy is what bothers you.

Wealth is a few decisions away. I feel you're equipped to manifest an abundance of good fortune, but there's a pattern that's stopping you from making a decision. You haven't been feeling the spark, so it's necessary for you to release something physical—maybe old clothes or belongings that you do not use anymore. Donate them; you'll feel much lighter. Remove the past energy without ifs and buts.

At this time, divine encourages you to trust your intuition and follow your heart. Put all your love in you and your purpose. How you feel has a lot to do with what you attract, my dear pile 1. So try to make yourself feel better.

The moment you release the need to control everything on your journey is the moment aligned connections and opportunities will knock at your door. I see love to be quite prominent in your reading. I do see someone wanting to offer you their love. Listen to your intuition; you know the answer! I hear, “In my heart and in my head, tell me why this has to end.” Some of you are grieving losing someone, and that's acting as a blockage as you're not truly feeling every emotion.

Just give yourself time to grieve, release, and transform into who you are meant to become after going through the pain (properly). The new version of you will be able to manifest financial abundance easily and quickly. It's only going to take 1-2 weeks if you dedicate some time to grieving and releasing every day.

You're not crazy to feel this way, nor should you shame yourself for still needing to figure it out. Your mind tricked you into not leaving someone behind because they seemed to be the best thing that ever happened to you. But trust your inner knowing; you've always been guided to walk away as the purpose of the connection was served.

The moment you step into the different world and remove all your hopes from the past, you'll attract what/who is meant for you! God has something amazing planned for you. Your crazy move is to let go of that part of you that makes you feel you're nuts for letting go of something or someone who was good enough for you (but not the best!).

~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

Pile 2🌷

Tarot Cards- 2 of Pentacles, The Emperor, Temperance, 10 of Wands, 4 of Cups, 4 of Pentacles, 3 of Wands, 10 of Swords

Charms- Fairy, Dove, Feather, Snake

Animal Spirit- Lizard

You're already going through some major transformations, or you're about to. Major endings are headed your way. It doesn't make sense for you to take things lightly, but the divine wants you to take it slow and easy. You're about to come out of it transformed just like a butterfly.

Don't pressurize yourself with overthinking. It's time to preserve and persevere. Just take one day at a time. Your life is about to shift from lack to abundance! It's unbelievable, isn't it? I know, right! If you keep thinking about what you've lost, then yes, it's never going to make sense because then you won't allow the best possible scenario to manifest. This is the time to pray and rest. Spend more time in nature. Your mental struggles are ending. I heard, “I wave goodbye to the end of beginning. Just trust me; you'll be fine.”

Some of you may be moving places or shifting. Everything's a mess while shifting, but once you're in your new home (new reality), you can easily focus on decorating the new home. Right now you're transitioning, so it's a good time to remember the lessons and be prepared to finally step into your new reality.

Don't worry too much about what's going to happen next; though we all wish to plan ahead, we don't. Umm... and maybe it's fine for you to reminisce. Whoever's calling you crazy for wanting to slow down or take a break is too sane for this world, lol! I just heard someone saying, “Be realistic!” Well, tell them this is not something that happens in everyone's reality. Refrain from taking unsolicited advice.

At this moment, your biggest project is you and your reality. That's where your focus needs to be. You need to feel your world crumbling down in front of your eyes (I know it can be intense for most of you), but with due compassion, I'm saying this: you need to feel it all. Let your soul transform with the fire that burns your whole reality to the ground for you to step into a new one. It may feel unfair, or you may want to save the precious memories. Do it. But give yourself time.

At the end you'll realize it's so little that matters and what matters means so much, but unfortunately people are missing the realization.1010 and 444 can be significant. I see the universe wanting you to trust in the ending and lean on God for support. Very soon you'll find your happiness and the joy of life. All that is happening is happening for you to realize that light has to rise after the dark.

There's no other way; this is the law of nature. Maybe some of you have found it difficult to have faith in God or experience divine blessings. If you ever asked, “How do I trust God? How can I realize God's blessings?” This situation is God's answer to you. God's saying, “Now you'll see me and experience my blessings.” I strongly feel that you're finding it difficult to believe in miracles or that something extraordinary can happen for you. Just trust. I also hear, “Are you that naive? Why are you looking for me outside? I am within you. Don't you feel it? You have my essence, and that's how you hear me if you tune the strings of your heart. Ask what you want, and it shall be given. But first realize that I'm with you.”

It's crazy to have faith at this phase of your life, but if you're nuts, you will make it to the end of the tunnel. God tests us in the tough times. It's when you're at rock bottom you're given the choice to either lean on the divine or attach yourself to a false man-made safety net. The choice is yours, pile 2.

~🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️🌸☘️~

Pile 3🌷

Tarot Cards- Ace of Wands, 8 of wands, 5 of wands, 4 of cups, 7 of pentacles, Ace of Pentacles

Charms- Key, Peacock, Fleur De Lis

Animal Spirit- Beaver

You do feel a blessing is coming your way that is going to shift your reality, but your mind refuses to believe it. You've been working so hard for such a long time that you don't want to get your hopes high.

Holding onto apathy or feeling like your reality is never going to change isn't doing anything good for you. In fact, this is the feeling that is keeping you trapped in an environment you've outgrown.

Get ready to do your best with what you have. As you keep doing your best despite how you feel, you'll become the best. This time, along the way you'll see the changes. You'll get your results as you remain consistent on your path.

In the past you've planted the seeds, and now the time is about to arrive for you to enjoy the fruits. The ideas that you're receiving are the key to opening a new door of opportunities. Once you stay consistent and act on your ideas, you'll rise above the competition!

Yes, it's crazy for you to still keep going. But do it! You're about to be blessed. You shouldn't lose hope when you're about to reach the finish line. In fact, you get more excited that you're about to win!

Say yes to the opportunities that come your way and believe that you deserve them. All you need to do is do your best by focusing on the work at hand.

I do see a lot of material abundance coming your way, but you don't see it yet. You need to tweak the way you work and see your reality from a different lens, and soon everything will fall into place.

You know how to water plants, but you don't know when to water what. And this is the reason you end up exhausted. Do your best with unidirectional approach. Your energies are being poured in an unorganized manner, which is causing this whole trouble of seeing inconsistent results with consistent efforts.

Your task is to manage and organize well to efficiently and effectively direct your energies in the tasks you're supposed to do to attract material abundance.

You're about to receive a new beginning in something you're very passionate about, and you're going to stand out in the crowd. It's fated in the stars for you to be blessed. Look at your sun sign and the placement of the sun in your birth chart. The planet sun is going to bless you with an auspicious new beginning.

It's time you stop denying your intuition. Don't gaslight yourself into believing what others make you believe. You're not your bad experiences; you're who you choose to become despite what you went through.

The wheel is turning in your favor. Something about planetary positions is coming out strongly in your cards. Your time's about to change. Fate and destiny are playing a major role here.

Your hard work is not going to go to waste. Divine has taken a note of your past efforts. You're about to meet your soul tribe, and I do feel many new beginnings are about to be gifted to you. Just allow the universe to do its part now, and you do yours with devotion.

Let the map of your purpose form itself as you remain consistent on your path. This is God testing your faith and patience for one last time before blessing you with what you're promised by the divine. I do feel there's even a surprise orchestrated by the divine that you will receive at the right time.

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