#emotionally devastating and amazing

[constellation-sapphic]

Will Wood is so good at writing songs that devastate my psyche and are also a fucking jam

[artistmarchalius]

Episode 3 of TADC reminded me of that one scene from Dungeons & Dragons: Honour Among Thieves. Very Kinger and Queenie coded 🦋

[hoarder-of-rats]

As an Aroace who never gets crushes, I must say reading a first-person romance-focused slowburn thing is absolutely insane

This is trying to convince me that almost having a panic attack due to being in the same room as someone else, while also being miserable when that same person isn't there, is normal and good and *checks notes* HEALTHY????

Sorry guys you're making this up

[iszapizza]

they have this dynamic in my head

[ragsdolly]

“ sooo.. oh boy. that was, uh..

.. well. that was.. an experience. ”

[thyandrawrites]

I know it goes against the themes of the story for Siheng to stay around indefinitely, what with the whole waking up from your dreams thing, and Sijing's arc about killing her fears... But this is the sixth ( s i x t h ) time I'm watching him die by now and a part of me hopes Bai Jiu had just bled on him a little, too. He was literally made of wood 😭

[febrilepenguin]

Hey, I dont know if anyone's mentioned this already, or Im dumb and just missed people talking about it, or if it was really obvious so no one said it, but the radioactive pool where the First Stoats mutated themselves had a wolf skull and a human skull laying at the bottom. And according to Aabria, the First Stoats had wolfish qualities and also flat human-like teeth. So I think whatever creature dies in the pool has its genetic qualities added to the radioactive soup, and whoever survives dipping in it gains those qualities as well.

Which would mean granny Ava would now have some wolf and human qualities as well? Maybe not as intensely as the First Stoats, but still.

Terrifying.

[ritunn]

A part of me was wondering what all the candy people in the newest episode of The Amazing Digital Circus would taste like while I was watching. They just all looked so delicious... too delicious

[burningcomputerpersona]

man hot mulligan makes some absolute bangers for ppl with mental issues and shitty parents

[bealzebubs-blog]

I have started reading land of the lustrous, I'm on chapter 8 I really like diamond I think it's probs between her and cinnabar for my favourite character.

I really hope nothing happens to dia...

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

WAIT TOMORROW IS SUNDAY WHAT THE FUCK

that means i will be gone for a few days btw :] clear my head. hopefully. nothing better for that than being completely off the grid woohoo

[epicwin64]

Square Enix hates Zerith fans

FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH ↳ "I'm back now, Aerith. I'm back."

[tfotaandstuff]

i hate authors. they're so mean.

on a completely unrelated topic you should all go read The Quiet Part Out Loud by Deborah Crossland it destroyed me

[ivyues]

Bronze ♡ Diamond ⋅ Lee Felix

Felix challenged you to a Smash match, but he wasn’t ready for your skill.

You were curled up on the couch in your boyfriend’s dorm, legs tucked under a soft blanket, the two of you sharing snacks and quiet laughter as Felix scrolled through an endless stream of TikToks. His commentary was half the entertainment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw it, sitting untouched on the coffee table like a forgotten artifact: a Nintendo Switch.

“Ooh, is that yours?” you asked, nodding towards it.

Felix looked up from his phone. “Yeah! Have you played before?” His tone held that light, teasing note – like a dad offering to “go easy” on a kid before a board game rout.

You kept your face neutral. “Mhm… a few times.”

He perked up. “Wanna play Smash? I gotta warn you, I’m not amazing or anything. Just play for fun.”

You smiled faintly, picking up the controller. “Same. Just for fun.”

10 minutes later, Felix was staring at the screen in disbelief, watching his character being politely yeeted off the stage – again. 

“Wait, wait—what?” he sputtered, blinking in rapid succession. “How did you—how did you spike me like that?!”

You shrugged, feigning innocence with a shrug and a sugary smile. “Lucky shot?”

“Three lucky shots?!” he exclaimed, dropping his controller in dramatic defeat. “There’s no way. You said you played a few times!”

“I mean… more like a few years,” you finally admitted with a sheepish grin.

Felix’s jaw dropped. “Y/N! You played me!”

“I said I’d played before… technically true.”

He was laughing now, tossing his controller down in defeat. “You hustled me. You pro gamer hustled me!”

You shrugged with mock innocence. “You assumed I’d be bad. That was your first mistake.”

The second round was worse for him. You didn’t just win – destroyed him. Air combos, perfect dodges, even the occasional taunt.

By the third round, he just put his controller down halfway through.

“I don’t know if I’m impressed or emotionally devastated,” he groaned, collapsing backwards into the cushions.

You leaned over him, poking his cheek. “You can be both. It’s called growth, baby.”

He peeked at you with that sunshine grin that always made your heart do a backflip. “I’ve got a hot gamer girlfriend who can crush me in Smash? That’s, like, peak romance.”

Suddenly, Changbin’s voice echoed from down the hall: “DID FELIX LOSE AGAIN?!”

“Again?” you echoed softly, trying not to laugh.

“Oh yeah,” Hyunjin chimed in, sitting on the back of the couch like a perched cat. “He’s got the spirit but not the skill.”

Felix chucked a pillow at the hallway. “You’re all traitors! Leave me to mourn in peace!”

“Dude,” Chan chuckled, eyeing the game stats. “She three-stocked you.”

“I know, hyung,” Felix grumbled, covering his face with a cushion.

Then Han raised an eyebrow at you. “Wait… you’re actually good? Like good-good?””

You nodded with a bashful grin. “I’ve played since I was a kid. Just a hobby.”

Changbin let out a wheeze. “Okay, wait—so our worst gamer somehow ended up dating a lowkey pro?! That’s hilarious.”

Then, Felix turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Wait! Let’s do 2vs2! You’re obviously with me. Right, babe?”

You arched a brow, smirking. “Naturally.”

The chaos was immediate. Controllers clicked, taunts flew, and Felix got dramatically KO’d within the first minute – but not before yelling, “GO BABY!”

“YOU GUYS SAW THAT? SHE’S DODGING EVERYTHING LIKE A NINJA!”

“Y/N’S A MONSTER!” Han exclaimed.

“She’s terrifying,” Hyunjin added, watching the match from behind the couch.

The match was over within minutes as the final KO came with a dramatic slow-motion explosion. The words “VICTORY” blazed across the screen.

“I don’t even know what happened,” Han muttered. “I blinked and I was gone.”

Felix launched himself sideways onto the couch next to you. “I love you so much, please carry me again.”

Changbin groaned from the floor. “I’ve never felt more disrespected.”

Felix just beamed, arm slung around you. “You should. We crushed you with the power of love and gamer reflexes.”

You smirked. “Mostly the reflexes.”

As the next match loaded, Felix nudged you with a sly smile. “Hey babe… you ever play League of Legends?”

You just snorted and shoved him with your shoulder. “... maybe”

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe?”

masterlist

[missedthelate80s]

YOU. WE NEED MORE FROM YOU.

madilton as exes (sometimes despising each other, sometimes still missing each other despite the years that have passed by, always in resemblance of an explosion's aftermath) takes over my brain from time to time

[lucy-literates]

You always write such lovely words under requests, so kind 😊

I have another idea for Lewis :)

The reader is younger again (28) and she is afraid Lewis will not see her as woman, but it is the opposite, but he is also nervous that she finds him to old 🫣

And he proves it to her - with a smut part 🤭

Greetings :)

A/N: Hello again, Anon! Thank you, I always think that it's better to be kind and always say something. I also do it because all the requests I get are so good! I love the age gap and mutual pining; it is beautiful. My requests are open (and now empty, sorry to everyone who had to wait for theirs!), hope you enjoy 🫶

Too Young for You?

You’ve known Lewis for a while now.

A slow-burn kind of knowing — casual meetings at events, friendly texts, the occasional long phone call when one of you needed a distraction. He’s charming. Warm. Ridiculously attractive. And he makes you laugh without trying.

But you’ve always kept your distance. Emotionally, at least.

Because Lewis Hamilton is… well, Lewis Hamilton. And you’re just you. Twenty-eight, still figuring things out. Still getting used to being in the same rooms as people like him.

So you decided early on: he probably doesn’t see you that way. You’re too young, too inexperienced, maybe a little too much.

He needs a woman. A graceful, powerful, 30-something goddess. Not someone who second-guesses her outfit three times before dinner.

So you’ve kept it friendly.

Even when he looked at you a little too long. Even when his hugs lingered. Even when he texted I miss your voice after a bad race weekend.

You still played it cool. You had to.

Because you were sure it wasn’t mutual.

What you didn’t know is — Lewis felt the exact same way.

Tonight is one of those quiet, perfect nights in. Monaco’s moonlight spills across his apartment, soft music plays in the background, and a bottle of red sits between you. You’re both a little tipsy, curled up on his oversized couch, knees brushing beneath a blanket.

You laugh at something he says, and his eyes flick to your mouth before he catches himself.

You pretend not to notice. You always pretend not to notice.

But tonight, something’s different. Something’s pressing at the edges. The air feels charged.

“Can I ask you something?” you say quietly, swirling your wine.

He nods. “Anything.”

You bite your lip. “Do you ever… think I’m too young for you?”

Lewis goes very still.

The silence stretches a second too long.

You rush to fill it. “It’s just — I know I’m not as… polished, or worldly, or whatever. And I know how many amazing women you’ve dated. It’s okay if you don’t—”

“Stop.”

Your voice dies in your throat.

Lewis puts his glass down carefully. He turns toward you fully, gaze locked on yours — intense, unreadable.

“You think I don’t see you as a woman?” he asks, voice low.

You blink. “I—yeah?”

He exhales a quiet laugh. But there’s nothing amused about it. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your breath catches.

“You walk into a room and I forget how to breathe,” he says simply. “You smile and my whole chest fucking tightens. And every time I hold back from touching you, it’s because I’m scared you think I’m too old. That you want someone younger, cooler, someone who doesn’t carry all this… weight.”

Your heart shatters a little.

“Lewis…”

“I want you,” he says. “I’ve wanted you for months. But I wasn’t going to push. I wasn’t going to risk making you uncomfortable.”

“You couldn’t,” you whisper. “God, you couldn’t.”

He leans in, so close his breath warms your lips.

“Say the word,” he murmurs. “Tell me you want this. Tell me I’m not dreaming.”

Your fingers curl in his shirt.

“You’re not dreaming.”

His kiss is devastating.

It starts soft — reverent, almost — then quickly deepens, like he’s starving and finally allowed to taste. His hands cup your jaw, tilt your face just right, and you moan into his mouth, all nerves and need.

He pulls back slightly, panting. “Bedroom?”

You nod, dizzy. “Yes. Please.”

His bedroom is dim and warm, all dark sheets and soft lighting. The moment you’re inside, he’s on you — kissing down your throat, lifting your shirt with trembling fingers.

“I want to take my time,” he breathes. “I want you to feel everything.”

Your shirt’s gone. Your bra’s next. His hands skim up your waist, slow and sure, until his thumbs graze your nipples and you arch into him, gasping.

“Sensitive?” he murmurs, eyes dark.

You nod, breath hitching. “Always.”

He smiles, lowering his mouth to your chest. “Perfect.”

His tongue is wicked — slow flicks, gentle sucks, one hand pinning your hips down as you start to squirm.

“Lewis—please—”

“Not rushing this,” he says. “I need to learn you. Every sound. Every spot.”

By the time he slides your panties off and kisses down your stomach, you’re shaking.

But then—

His mouth finds your pussy and everything melts.

He licks you like he’s memorizing, alternating between deep, slow strokes and soft suction on your clit. He hums when you moan, gripping your thighs tighter as your hips rise.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groans. “Could stay here all night.”

You cry out when two fingers join the rhythm — slow thrusts, perfectly angled — and the coil in your belly snaps fast.

“Lewis—oh my god—”

You come hard, thighs trembling, a broken gasp leaving your lips as he rides it out, coaxing every last wave from you with his tongue.

He kisses back up your body, eyes full of fire. “Still too young for me, baby?”

You laugh breathlessly, dizzy from pleasure. “Not even close.”

He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your neck. “Good. Because I’m not done.”

He fucks you slow at first — hips rolling deep, his hands everywhere. But when he sees how desperate you are, how you pull him closer and beg for more, something shifts.

“Look at you,” he growls. “So needy for me. Letting me stretch you open.”

“God, yes—”

“You thought I couldn’t handle you, huh? Thought I’d be soft? Gentle?” He snaps his hips, hard and deep, and you cry out.

“Lewis—!”

“That’s it,” he pants. “Say my name again. Let me prove it to you.”

You come again, harder this time, eyes rolling back, his name a prayer on your lips.

He follows soon after, moaning low in your ear as he spills inside you, hips still grinding, wringing every last wave of heat between your bodies.

Afterward, he pulls you close, your legs tangled together under soft sheets.

You rest your head on his chest, still trying to catch your breath. “So…”

“So?” he teases, brushing your hair back.

You grin. “Definitely not too old.”

He smirks. “And you’re definitely not too young.”

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