#saturn-writes

[saturntojuno]

we could be the way forward, and i know i'll pay for it (a sentryagent contemporary western au idea)

i wish i could give you a full fic along with the moodboards. but i will write this someday.

single parent john f. walker is new to town. he wants to live his life in peace, making a decent living out of his dad's old ranch and doing his best everyday for his daughter - despite the nightmares of war that plague him and the deaths that weigh on his shoulders.

bob, orphaned and disgraced for reasons unknown, walks into john's life and disrupts his routine. on the outside, he's a reckless bull rider. everyone else is too afraid to look within, to see him for the soft spoken boy who only wanted to protect those he loved.

it took an afternoon ride for their paths to cross and merge for life.

[saturncoyote]

Love referring to characters who are never seen without each other as "bonded pairs" like yuuuup. if you put these two in separate cages they're gonna get real sad and anxious and possibly violent too, one of em is biting the bars as we speak. you gotta adopt both of them or none at all, it is encouraged that you take them both. they are most likely to thrive if they stick together. it is easier for them to get used to new environments and situations because they have each other. they do everything together because they love each other so so much. you COULD separate them but it's gonna do a lot of psychological damage and it's gonna lead to a lot of issues and there's a big possibility they'll never be the same again

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!australian!reader [no faceclaim] summary: honestly, you kind of expected this part-time gig to just be four days of pure chaos that gave you an excuse to see an f1 race up close. then some guy in the fanzone complimented your shoes, and the rest is history. notes: requested by anon!! this has been sitting in my drafts for aaaaages, sorry love <3 y'all are so brave for putting up with me while i try and remember how tf to write these uhhh yeah this one took a turn hope u like it anyway LMFAO

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ausgp Arriving in style! The lads looked great at the Melbourne Walk today 🤩🤩

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username1 lewis and zhou are absolutely slaying!! and oscar is also there

ynusername oscar i love you but you gotta step up your game mate, i wanna wear your merch so bad but it is UGLY!!

landonorris excuse me ausgp i think my fit was deserving of recognition in this post :(

ausgp Can't compete with the hometown hero 🤷‍♂️ landonorris but daniel isn't in this either ? oscarpiastri You're funny.

landonorris

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landonorris he shoots, he scores! thanks for such a warm welcome melbourne :)

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oscarpiastri You and I have different definitions of scoring I think

landonorris ever heard of playing the long game? oscarpiastri Nurse he's out again

username2 where's the worker with the shoes i think they're indirecting her

username3 GET THIS MAN THE SHOE LADY'S DIGITS

maxfewtrell Now that's just uncalled for

ausgp Love to see the spirit 😉

username4 aww lando always looks so happy in melbourne, he loves it here :'))

ynusername oh wtf

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ynusername busy busy busy day, absolutely buggered, but very excited for tomorrow 😁 (also peep The Shoes on the last slide)

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yourfriend i mean... he's right, they are sick shoes

ynusername you're just saying that cos you made me buy them yourfriend well yes!

username5 omg are u the girl who was working the fanzone today??

ynusername i was one of them!

username6 ok if this is the shoe lady i don't blame lando for staring she's so pretty omg

yourfriend "the shoe lady" ynusername i've been titled?????

ynusername

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ynusername weirdest work day ever (included today's shoes bc apparently it's a thing now)

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yourfriend that wrap was good as hell tho

ynusername deffo the most exciting part of lunch

username7 wait who is this girl and why does lando follow her?

username8 go to lovestruckln on twitter, she has a whole thread about it!

landonorris ...weird in a good way, right?

username9 your lack of rizz is astounding lando username10 bro STAND UP ynusername weird in an interesting way landonorris i'll take that

landonorris

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landonorris melb, you have my ❤️

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username11 SHOE GIRLLLLLL

username12 i hope they never hard launch and he just keeps posting pics of cool sneakers

georgerussell63 You're welcome

charles_leclerc You did it, you crazy son of a bitch ausgp Where's our credit?? georgerussell63 You put the pieces in play, I moved them into checkmate ynusername you threw a shoe at me. calm down. ausgp He what???

username13 bro's collecting aussies like infinity stones

danielricciardo ?? oscarpiastri No ynusername :// landonorris 😁😁

ynusername you're cool ig 🙄

landonorris your swag style and utter disdain for me has captured my heart ynusername oh my god stop i'm blushing

tagging: @thearchieves @sheridamn @nikfigueiredo @charlig123456789 @ilove-tswizzle @aandreea2005 @sideboobrry @vellicora @eire-the-egg @marymustdie @cocote1410 @taygrls @koalapastries @vroomvroommuppett @nichmeddar @d3kstar @333kiki @ririyulife @resident-swiftie @zimm04 @jupiter-je-taime @ever_bizzare @clemswrld @hollieeelol @leireggsworld @ironmaiden1313 @lunar-racing @lightninginab0ttle @maddie-naps @bwddermilch @pnkwhskyprncss @landossainz @chaotic_version

request: hiya! i love how funny your smau’s are and i’m begging for an aussie!reader x Lando one. maybe she works for the AusGP and they met in Melbourne? idk -anon

[saturns-smut]

In Need (Hanni, New Jeans/NJZ)

Pairing: Hanni x Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You come home to your ovulating wife Hanni and make her feel good right there in the kitchen.

Tags: Ovulation, Teasing, Ass-squeezing, Begging, Daddy kink, Degradation, Dirty talk, Breeding kink, Loud girl, Anal-play, Kitchen sex, Slapping, Missionary, Squirting, Oral (m receiving) & Riding. 

Word Count: 1.4k

Notes: This is my first smut! Please tell me any feedback or advice you may have, I’d really appreciate it. This was a request by @avenger7567, so I hope you like it! If you liked reading this, please like, comment, reblog or follow to help a small writer!

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You and Hanni were high school sweethearts. Met when the history teacher paired you two to research about the 80’s. That means you know your wife better than she knows herself. 

So, it’s no surprise to you when you see Hanni squeezing her thighs when talking to you, since you also know she’s supposed to be ovulating during the next few days. 

Hanni’s face immediately gets red when she sees you walk in the kitchen after a long day of work. She presses her legs together. She smoothes out her baby blue apron. She’s apparently now very focused on cooking dinner. 

“Hi love. How are you?” You asked, wrapping your arms around her waist and squeezing with faux-innocence. “Hm… Hi… I’m good…” She stuttered, her voice small. 

“Oh, that’s great, love… What did you do while I was working?” You asked, like nothing was happening. Like Hanni wasn't feeling your hands slide from her waist to her hips. “Nothing much… Did laundry…” She answered, facing the counter and not even daring to turn around and look at you, her voice still quiet. “Just that, love?” You furthered the wait, your hands sliding even lower and playing with her thighs like nothing. Massaging them, riding your hands just up enough to find the hem of her floral dress.

Hanni should be used to it, right? She’s been married to you for almost 2 years. She should be used to your teasing questions and burning touches. But she isn’t. Every single time you touch her, Hanni’s knees weaken. And you notice. Every. Single. Time.

“Also did… Um… Also watched a movie…” She replied after a moment. “Really? What movie, love? Was it sexy?” You teased, your goal getting more and more clear with each question. “I didn't— Ah! Fuck!” Hanni starts to give you an explanation, but gets interrupted as you lift her dress enough to palm her ass. “Keep going, love. You didn’t what? I’m curious.” Your hand gave her ass cheek a hearty squeeze before moving on to cup her pussy. “I… I— Ah!” She moaned out from the feeling. “Tell me about the fucking movie, Hanni. Or I won’t touch you anymore. I know you’re ovulating, love.” You mocked the nickname, but forced Hanni to go on. 

“Name! S-Shit… I didn’t watch a porn movie… But… I-It’s about— Oh God! It’s about a songwriter… A songwriter and a— a soldier!” She tried to explain the movie plot to you, even as you rubbed your fingers up and down her cunt and circled her cute clit. Never entering her clenching hole. She didn’t deserve it yet. She hadn’t begged for it yet. Oh, but she will. You’ll make her if needed. 

You hummed, signaling her to continue. “And… and… she makes a s-song about missing h-him… Oh fuck! Name! Can you fuck me already?” Hanni whines out and you shake your head in denial. “Ask nicely, love. Be a good girl.” You tilted your head and whispered in her ear, your lips brushing against her skin and sliding lower to kiss her neck.

“Holy shit… C-can you, please, fuck m-me, daddy?” She said, after some moments of breathy whimpers and failed attempts to form a coherent sentence. You haven’t even fucked her yet and she’s already going dumb. “Hm… I don’t know… Do you deserve it already?” You teasingly hummed in her ear. 

“Please… Please, daddy… Please! Can you fuck my tight pussy? Need your big cock in it, daddy.” She whined out a loud cry, begging. You caved. “Okay, okay. Need prep?” You asked softly, deciding to stop teasing. Hanni needed this. By nature. 

“No, daddy… been wet since morning…” Your filthy answers quickly, already taking off her dress and unbuttoning her dress. “Naughty girl. Just wanna have her holes filled with cock, am I right?” 

“Yes, daddy! Wanna get all my holes filled with daddy’s thick, white cum! Gonna get knocked up and carry daddy’s baby!” She desperately said. Hanni was a real slut when ovulating. “Really? Want me to fill you up to the brim? Then plug you up so you don’t waste a single drop of daddy’s cum ‘till you get knocked up?” You dirty talked, knowing your lover got turned on by that. Your wife is filthy. And she likes filthy things. Like you and your huge cock entering her pussy in one singular move. “Daddy! You fuck me so good!” She moaned, so loud you were very likely to get a noise complaint from the neighbours. “Yeah? Feel nice and full of daddy’s dick?” You asked, starting to fuck her pussy in a slow, teasing rhythm. “So full! Daddy’s cock is so good and big!” 

“Yeah? Does this hole also want to be full of daddy’s cock?” You rubbed your thumb over her asshole, teasing the idea and almost sliding it in. “Yes! It does! Wan’ every hole full of daddy! Please, please, please, daddy!” She whined out, throwing her head back as your thrusts into her pretty cunt picked up a quickened pace. 

You gave in to her begging and slid three fingers into her backdoor, starting a painal on your beautiful wife. She let out a loud noise: either a scream from the pain caused by the sudden intrusion or a moan from the feeling of being so full. “Daddy! Bedroom!” She asked and you obeyed, picking her up (still with your cock inside her pussy and your fingers in her ass) and letting her wrap her legs around your waist.

As you walked up the stairs, headed for the bedroom, Hanni kept trying to bounce on your cock, causing you to slap your wife’s tits in order for her to stay still and not be a brat. Once you reached your shared bed, you threw her on the matress, wasting no time to take off your clothing (including her apron and slutty dress) and start fucking both of her holes in a missionary position. Hanni screamed out moans, groans, whimpers and loud cries with detailed descriptions of how good you were making her feel with your cock and fingers.

You made her feel so good that before she could warn you that she was cumming, she had already squirted all over you. The juices covering her naked stomach and your arms and abs. Your wife was insanely hot. So hot you made her cum 2 more times just with your dick. So hot she started begging to make you feel good. “Daddy… Daddy, please? Let me suck your cock! I’ll make you feel so good!”

You nodded and pulled out, Hanni quickly moving into her knees on the floor, right between your legs. She took your member in her hands, quickly guiding it to her lips. While making eye contact, the woman licked your dick from the base to the tip, leaving a small kiss at the end before sucking it all into her mouth and allowing you to fuck her throath carelessly. So you did. Buckling your hips and paying attention to the gagging noises she made. You noticed every little detail. How she tried to speak, even while knowing she couldn’t. How her teary-eyed expression looked up at you. “Shit. I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna swallow it, Hanni? Like the good dirty whore you are?” 

She couldn’t properly answer you, but how her tongue moved more eagerly was enough of a response. And with some more bobs of her head up and down your shaft, you came in her throat. Your wife swallowed it all, opening her mouth wide after to show you that she did. 

“Can I ride you?” She asked out of nowhere. “Hell yeah, I love ovulating Hanni. Come here, baby.” You patted your lap, sitting on the top of the bed and resting your back against the headboard. The woman slid down on your cock with practiced ease and began moving her hips as you both moaned in pleasure, your two voices combined creating a beautiful harmony. “God, daddy, I love your cock! It’s filling my tight cunt so well! I’m so full, daddy!”

She screamed out when she began bouncing on your dick, her tits following the motion. “Daddy! Daddy, gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!” 

“Cum for me, slut. You love being my perfect slut, huh? Don't you?” You whispered in her ear as she fell apart, her body laying on your own. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

[saturn-sends-hugs]

gotta be honest karen would absolutely be the biggest mattfoggy shipper. we should get to see her in the background of scenes grinning away while those two banter (flirt). she watches them completely fumbling what is OBVIOUSLY mutual attraction and she just

[rekenemee]

Illustrations for Chapter 5 of my farmer OC x Alex fic! ^~^

I think I'm getting sliiightly better at this perspective drawing thing. It's a little serviceable now lol

Read the update here!

[hotshotsxyz]

Hiii Abbie 💕💕💕

Buddie + “ i didn’t know where else to go. “

-❤️🪐

(buddie) (1.5k) eddie's pov before and after the events of this fic written for the same prompt! (technically i only used the line in the first one but oh well lol)

cw: vague description of a very bad car accident

Eddie doesn’t make a habit of watching the news. It’s depressing as hell, he runs the risk of seeing Taylor fucking Kelly on his TV, and if something he actually needs to know about is going on, he’ll hear it from Buck some time in the next few days anyway. All that to say, Eddie isn’t watching the news; he’s just flipping through the channels.

“Pick me, choose me!” Meredith Grey is saying in a rerun of Grey’s Anatomy.

click

“—low pressure system moving in from the north,” a meteorologist says on The Weather Channel.

click

“Alright boys, saddle up!” says the captain on that crappy network firefighter show.

click

“—multi-car pile-up on the 405. It’s unclear if—”

click

“—raw dough. It’s such a shame—”

click

“—urging drivers to avoid—”

click

“—looking for a loft in the city, while Jennifer would prefer—”

click

“—unclear if there are any survivors of the initial crash.”

Eddie puts the remote down. He doesn’t make a habit of watching the news, but every once in a while, something catches his attention.

The image on the screen is an aerial shot of a massive, burning multicar pile-up. The 136 is on scene, but they can’t have been there long if the size and ferocity of the fire is anything to go by.

“—compounded by the explosion of a tanker carrying gasoline—”

Eddie winces. They’re going to be there all night if they don’t get more companies on scene. He reaches for the remote at the same time as the shot switches from the aerial to a reporter on the ground. She’s not what stops him from changing the channel. The crushed and smoldering Jeep behind her is.

And it’s—there’ve got to be a thousand silver Jeeps in Los Angeles. And Buck wouldn’t—why would he even be on the 405? So obviously it’s not Buck’s Jeep, even if it is the same color and probably year. It’s just a shitty little coincidence.

An unpleasant pressure begins to build in Eddie’s chest.

He’ll just—it’s not late. He doesn’t even have to tell Buck why he’s calling. Eddie scoops his phone off the table, navigates to his favorites, and taps Buck’s name. The call goes straight to voicemail. Eddie frowns and taps his name again. He gets the same result.

“—and rescue is under way, but I’m being told that until the fire is contained—”

Buck’s phone is dead, probably. Or—or he took Jee to that movie he was talking about so he had to turn it off. That’s—he’s sure that’s it. Eddie rubs at his sternum and stands. He’s just… feeling a little paranoid.

He calls Maddie. She answers on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Maddie,” Eddie says, brushing a hand across the back of his neck. “It’s Eddie.”

“Uh, hey,” Maddie says. “Is everything okay?”

Eddie winces. “Yeah, I think so. I was just wondering if you’ve talked to Buck tonight.” He’s being ridiculous. Buck’s fine.

“No,” Maddie says, obvious confusion in her tone. “Why, did something happen?”

“No, no,” Eddie says. “I just haven’t been able to get ahold of him.”

Maddie hums thoughtfully. “He might’ve had a dental appointment earlier,” she says.

“Okay, thanks,” Eddie says. “I’ll probably just swing by the loft then.” There’s a pit in his stomach. Buck’s fine. At worst he has a cavity or two. He’s fine.

“Oh!” Maddie exclaims. “Hold on, let me check his location; I’ll save you the trip if he’s not there.”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. Duh. He has Buck’s location too. He didn’t even need to bother Maddie with—

“Nope, sorry,” she says.

Eddie takes a breath. He’s fine. Buck’s fine. “Maddie,” he says slowly, “where is he?”

“Um, as of twenty-eight minutes ago, looks like he was driving through Culver City, on the 405, I think,” she replies. “Eddie, what’s going on?”

“Oh god,” he breathes. He can feel the blood draining from his face.

“Eddie?” Maddie asks. She’s starting to sound worried.

On the TV, the camera zooms in and pans across the wreckage. It reaches the Jeep. Hanging from the rearview mirror is a bigfoot air freshener that looks exactly like the one Chimney gave him as a joke a few months ago. It’s—

It’s Buck’s Jeep. He’s fine. He has to be fine.

“—understand that search and rescue efforts are underway, but as of right now, no additional survivors have been located.”

He could be dead.

Eddie’s knees give out beneath him. He lands heavily on the couch.

“Don’t turn on the news,” he says.

“What? Why?” Maddie asks.

“There was an accident on the 405,” Eddie replies mechanically. “I think it might be bad.”

On the other end of the line, Maddie sucks in a sharp breath. “Eddie—”

“It’s his Jeep,” Eddie says.

He’s okay.

He has to be okay.

He’s not okay.

He could be dead.

“I have to call Bobby,” Eddie realizes aloud. “He can—he can get in touch with IC.”

“Okay,” Maddie says shakily. “Okay. I’m going to call Sue. Maybe she—” Maddie cuts herself off with something like a gasp.

“I’ll call you when—” if “—I get ahold of him,” Eddie promises.

“Same,” Maddie replies.

They end the call without a goodbye.

Eddie tries Buck again, just in case. He doesn’t answer.

He can’t—

Buck has to be okay.

He has to.

Eddie takes a steeling breath and calls Bobby.

…

Eddie’s crawling out of his skin. The captain of the 136 has him on hold, and that’s already more than he’s obligated to do but—

But it’s Buck and Eddie’s fucking terrified.

The longer he waits, the farther afield his imagination goes.

He’s got a broken leg and a concussion; they’re taking him to Cedars-Sinai.

He wasn’t conscious when we found him. They’re airlifting him to UCLA.

I’m sorry, Diaz. He was DOA.

Eddie paces back and forth and tugs at his hair. He needs to do something, anything! He needs—

Flashing blue and red lights filter in through the window.

He’s dead.

He’s dead, and this time Eddie wasn’t there to coax him back.

He’s dead and they sent an officer to tell him in person and Eddie’s never going to catch his breath because Buck’s the one that taught him how to breathe after—

There’s a knock at the door.

He can’t do this. Eddie can’t do this. He can’t—

How is he supposed to go to work without Buck? How’s he supposed to tell Christopher? How is he ever going to get up in the morning again? How is his heart supposed to keep beating in a world devoid of Evan Buckley?

He opens the door.

His phone clatters to the floor.

“Buck,” he sobs.

…

Eddie watches the slow rise and fall of Buck’s bruised chest as he sleeps.

He’s alive.

He’s okay.

He’s got tangible proof right in front of him, but—

Eddie reaches out and brushes an errant curl from his forehead.

Buck is alive and breathing and sleeping in Eddie’s bed and he’s okay. But Eddie—

He rests his palm on Buck’s sternum and counts each inhale.

Buck’s here. He’s fine. Maddie knows and Bobby knows and Eddie’s got the living proof right in front of him, but—

Eddie shuffles a little closer until the heat of Buck’s skin is overwhelming against his own. He hooks his chin onto Buck’s shoulder and tries to memorize the strange shadows and highlights that are painted on his skin by the light of the moon.

He’s alive.

He’s alive.

He could’ve—

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut and shudders.

Buck’s alive and he’s right here, but Eddie can’t quite escape the moment when he was certain neither of those things would ever be true again. His breathing goes a little ragged, and his hands curl into fists.

“Eds?” Buck mumbles, eyes still closed.

Eddie lets out a shaky breath. “M’sorry, go back to sleep,” he whispers. The words are sticky and thick in his throat.

A small furrow etches itself between Buck’s brows. Eddie smooths it with his thumb. He drags his gaze back down Buck’s face and finds his eyes open and fixed on him.

“Eddie,” he whispers in the dark.

He takes a deep breath. “I’m fine,” he lies.

Buck frowns. He watches Eddie for a long moment, then something in his expression shifts. “Switch sides with me,” he says.

Eddie blinks. “What?”

Buck huffs a soft breath. “Just—trust me?”

And oh, Eddie does. He carefully climbs over Buck, who shuffles to his right to give Eddie more room.

“Okay?” he asks quietly.

“Almost,” Buck replies.

He pulls Eddie flush against him and guides his head down onto his chest. Beneath him, Buck’s heart beats strong and steady.

“Oh,” Eddie exhales.

Buck runs his hand through Eddie’s hair and down his back.

Eddie closes his eyes and finally, he sleeps.

[aelirus]

i cant stop myself from making jupiter a fuckin adonis whenever i draw her

anyway, the commanders and their glorious leader.

[belovedapollo]

child of the universe, lost in space and time, only a fragment of light, made of stardust ⭐️ reblog is ok, don’t repost/use

[divinebeastt]

Something, something, Criminal!Arlecchino x Investigator!Reader... is this anything?

Criminal!Arlecchino, who's entire job is dirty work, managing a network of hitmen, assassins, and spies across the country.

Criminal!Arlecchino, who's used to working from the shadows, who sends subordinates to do the dirty work while she wines and dines their customers.

Criminal!Arlecchino, who gets news that there's been a new face lurking around The House of the Hearth, the upscale, invite-only restaurant that serves as their front.

A customer? Nope, just eats and leaves, no questions asked. A cop? No matching face on their records and their connections don't recognize her.

At first, she decides to leave it. The House has gotten attention before, a rookie getting a bit too loose with their calling cards, a potential customer just scoping out the scene. She's seen it before.

But when Arlecchino begins to hear rumors of a new agency moving into town, an independent organization with no legal ties, her mood changes.

Criminal!Arlecchino has a system. A system that works. She has a hand in everything and everyone, but a new agency meant change. Arlecchino doesn't do change.

★★★★★

[caturnmoon]

Astrology Mini-Observations #1️⃣

✨Venus in Aries people could find potential love connections doing something spontaneous and gym/sports related too. Like either through some recreational sports team, working out at the gym, skydiving, or via your own business ventures as Aries rules entrepreneurship as well! You need that spark to feel “alive” in your connections and also this is giving a heavy PDA placement if not otherwise supported in other conservative aspects or houses! You need to be constantly stimulated in your relationships and challenged. (Ex: couples who CrossFit together stay together. Lolol)

✨Sun square Saturn could have or still have a strenuous relationship with their father or paternal figures in general. This also can indicate potential issues with patriarchal authority in general, especially from a young age and can deeply affect the self esteem/image as a result. Low confidence and self esteem due to obstacle after obstacle growing up.

✨Empty houses don’t mean that you won’t experience themes in correlation to that house ie. relationship of all kinds (7th house) for example. This probably means that matters ruling the empty house could come super easily to you or that they just won’t be major things to work on and improve in this lifetime. I personally interpret empty houses as not having karma to work through in that house this time around. Or you could be awarded good karma through that empty house naturally!

✨Having a busy third house could signify an interest in cars! Like collecting and stuff. Since the third house also represents shorter distance trips and transportation! The planet(s) in this house can give clues as to what kind of vehicle you gravitate towards.

Until next time! 👽🖖🏼

[jezebelblues]

saturn bound | h.s

summary: in which the world ends in your point of view, alongside your husband.

cw: death, angsty-ish i guess? unedited, grammatically correct in upper case if that tickles ur fancy.

word count: approx 1.4k. she’s a shortie

| this is in first person! (perspective of you, as reader) i was iffy about a 1st perspective so i edited in both 2nd and 3rd, but 1st person felt right. sorry if u hate, ladies.

masterlist

No one would remember me as YN, no one would remember my husband as Harry.

As the world crumbled into its final moments, you’d think that chaos would envelope everyone whole. That people would be running, screaming, fighting, as if they could somehow wrestle with the jaws of fate. Mothers clutching their children, fathers desperately barking orders to no one, families collapsing under the weight of hopelessness. Dogs howling into the wind after their selfish owners sped off, children sobbing as the air itself seemed to shudder with terror. A cacophony of fear.

You’d imagine fear cause these people knew their life was going to end.

And it was there undeniably, fear. Not the frantic kind, though. A different one—a quiet terror that settled deep in the bones, cold and ancient, like the Earth itself had finally whispered its last breath into our ears. It didn’t matter what was ending us—whether the dead were clawing from their graves, or if the sky had split apart and let loose the fires of heaven, or some disease had snatched us, unseen, from within. It didn’t matter. Not really. Because the truth was simple, inevitable: today, all life on Earth would be snuffed out, and we would become nothing—a floating spec of a forgotten afterthought.

There would be no future, no one left to carry the stories of humankind forward. No history books filled with our triumphs and tragedies. There would be no mourning of our extinction, the things we took for granted. Earth would be a blank—unknown, just one of countless casualties of time. If there was anyone out there in the universe with us, the children of this planet, would be memories swept away like dust, if even that. There would be no tears shed for us. The universe, so vast, would hardly notice our passing.

Some prayed. Desperation forced them down to their knees, begging for salvation, for some kind of afterlife, something more beautiful than their end. The thought of death so terrifying that they’d hope and pray they’ll end up in heaven—hell, even. Anything other than nothing, than eternal darkness. I understood, in a way, because nothing is scary—we’re alive, we’ve never experienced it—it’s impossible to wrap your mind around nothing.

Others drank. I joined them, a bottle of tequila in hand, the burn numbing me just enough to make peace with the fact that I would die today. And my Harry, the man that gave me his last name, would die beside me.

Harry Styles, the man the world adored, the man I called my husband—sat next to me, his head resting softly against my shoulder. We watched as Saturn, impossibly close now, loomed over us, over our home, like an executioner asking for our final words. Its rings shimmered, casting a glow that drowned out the stars. The air was thick with sobs, with whispered prayers. People clung to each other like lifelines, as if the touch of another human might hold them here, in this world that was no longer theirs. Some screamed, but most just stood and stared, watching death arrive with a strange, defeated calm—a cobra swaying in dance before striking its prey.

Harry’s hand found mine, gripping it tightly as if to stay grounded. He tried to pray, the fingers on his left hand trembling with the grasp of his cross pendant, but his voice cracked, breaking on the words. Tears ran down his face, but I couldn’t cry. There was nothing left in me to give to hope or fear. Once, faith could’ve been my anchor, but now it felt like a lie I might tell myself to feel safe. There was no safety here. There was no escaping this.

And so I watched, as those I had once called neighbors, friends, fought against the inevitable. They ran, though there was nowhere to go. They screamed, though no one could hear. They prayed, though no god would answer. It was almost pathetic, the way they clung to the last shreds of life. But maybe it gave them some comfort. Maybe that was all anyone wanted in the end—their last conjured thought to be at least I tried.

"You know-” he trailed off softly, his voice breaking the stillness between us, "I always thought we'd have more time. That mayb-” He sighed. “Maybe we'd get old together."

His words struck me like a blow. "I thought so too." I whispered, feeling the ache in my chest grow heavier. It felt so cruel, to have found this love, this overwhelming, all-consuming love, only to have it ripped away after two years of marriage. "We deserved more, H.”

My husband’s thumbs ran circles upon the back of my hand, his tears glistening in the glow of Saturn. His lip quivered, voice shaky. “We can be old now.” He sent me a sad smile, pressing a kiss into my temple. “Happy fiftieth anniversary.” He murmured, playing with the ring on my finger.

I couldn’t stifle the whimper that fell from my grin, nodding to his words. I stared at his wedding band that shimmered in the light before passing the bottle of tequila between us—a toast. To fifty years of marriage. That would’ve something to drink to.

One swig turned into three, three turned into five. It had helped stopped the tears eventually.

Harry turned to me, his face inches from mine, and I could see the weight of the world in his eyes—a humorous irony, really, now that we really are practically weightless as we pull into Saturn’s gravity. He raised a hand, cupping my face so gently, as though I were something precious that he didn't want to break.

"If I could choose how it all ends," he whispered, his breath warm against my lips, "I'd choose this—here with you. If this is the last thing I feel, the last thing I see, then maybe it's not so bad."

Alcohol couldn't stop the tears then. They spilled over, warm and unrelenting, because what else could I do? I pressed my forehead against his, our breaths mingling as the world began to fall apart around us. The rumble of the Earth cracking, the low roar of Saturn's tug—it all seemed so distant, so unimportant.

"I don't want to lose you." I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.

"You won't, YN." His voice was unwavering, as if he had the book of answers hidden in his pocket. His thumb brushed over my cheek while his lips parted once more. "You'll always have me. Always."

And then he kissed me. It wasn't desperate or rushed. It wasn't the kiss of two people saying goodbye, just an I’ll see you later. It was slow, soft, full of everything we had been to each other. His lips were warm, delicate, and for a moment I could pretend the world wasn't ending. I could pretend that all we had was time.

Saturn’s light bathed the earth in colors that had never seemed so tragically gorgeous—deep purples, blues, and grays, all spinning around the our dying planet. The rings twisted and churned in the sky, pulling our world apart piece by piece, and the wind howled as if it cried for us. The stars dimmed, one by one, turning away from the spectacle of our destruction, unable to bear witness. Maybe they chose to die along side us, not letting Earth go through it alone.—like they were the only ones who’d mourn our death. I silently thanked them, though inanimate, I swear I could feel their empathy.

Harry gripped my hand tighter, his skin warm against the cold air. I brought his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. Our foreheads met again, a united front. His green eyes met mine, full of sorrow, of love, of things unsaid. I wanted every one of the five senses to envelope only him. Our last moment to be together, not watching the world collapse, but here, in this space we had carved out between us.

I kissed him. One last time. The taste of salt from his tears mingled with the liquor on my lips. “I love you.” We whispered together, our voices lost in the roar of the sky falling apart.

And then it was gone.

The cold sank into my bones, but it no longer mattered. My heart slowed, and the world around me faded. No more breath in my lungs, no more blood in my veins. Just the void. And as we drifted into that nothingness, I held onto one final hope—that there is some sort of afterlife, so I could find my Harry again.

Yet, the Earth was gone. It dissolved into the void like dust. The stars, too, blinked out one by one, and the universe spun on, indifferent. We were forgotten, nothing left to even decompose in our boundless grave. Perhaps the dead stars that’ll become something more will be our headstones—an indication we were once here.

But for now, it was as if we never existed in the first place.

btw if you feel like you’ve seen this before, i originally wrote this on wattpad in 2017. it was horrible :D but i liked the concept, so this is it readjusted. hope u enjoyed even just a lil <3

[saturncoyote]

Real big fan of prey animal symbolism, love characters that are constantly running but they don't know what they're running from, characters that run because that's all they know what to do. Characters that refuse to accept their place in the foodchain, biting and clawing their way up in desperate rage. Characters who are constantly afraid, anxiety lives in their veins, who live in a world where to lay down would mean to perish. Characters who only know how to show affection by exposing their necks and stomachs, by giving themselves to the one's they love, a lamb preparing itself for slaughter. Characters that when finding themselves trapped, will scream and bite and kick like an animal that's cornered and destined to be eaten, leaving all thoughts behind but their own survival.

I love you rabbit stuck in a snare, i love you deer in the headlights, i love you buffalo that tramples it's own kind as it runs away from a predator, i love you pig who's own tusk grows into it's skull, i love you wounded and cornered animals

[planetpiastri]

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader [no faceclaim, reader is faceless] summary: yn and lando are couple goals around the mclaren garage, but they don't want oscar to feel left out. the problem? oscar would very much like to be left out. notes: school has finally released me from its chokehold so i'm doing my part in filling the winter break void. part 2 of my logan smau is in the works, but in the meantime, here's this<3 enjoy!

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ynusername recent stuff (following my two favorite boys around like a stray puppy)

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mclaren Always a pleasure to have you in the garage! 🧡

landonorris nyoom

ynusername vroom, even

username1 always a good day when yn refers to lando and oscar as her favorite boys

oscarpiastri Thanks for buying me dinner 👍🏻

ynusername you're welcome kiddo 🫶 oscarpiastri Please don't call me that

mclaren

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mclaren pookie #1 and pookie #2 dump (📸 - ynusername)

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username2 WHO PUT THE ADMIN UP TO THIS

oscarpiastri Why would you say that

username3 im cackling this had to be yn's idea

landonorris pookie and proud 💪

username4 everyone say thank you yn for taking cute pics of our boys

ynusername you're welcome 😁

ynusername

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ynusername let! him! cook!!!!!

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username5 oh my god that is so much fire

oscarpiastri Do NOT let him cook I repeat do NOT let him cook

landonorris it was fine you big baby nobody got hurt 🙄 oscarpiastri I'd sure hope so??

username6 yn and lando are kind of unhinged together omg

username7 and that's why we love them 😌

mclaren Please bring our driver back to the paddock in one piece! 😬

landonorris all that fire and you were still the hottest thing in the kitchen 🥵🥵

ynusername 🤭🤭

landonorris

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landonorris actually can't think of a better way to spend this life 🤍

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username8 CAPTION IM IN TEARS 😭😭

username9 where's my credit for sending you the video lando

landonorris how many times do i have to teach you this lesson old man?? 👊💪

maxverstappen1 Too sweet

ynusername you're my everything 💌

landonorris you ARE everything oscarpiastri And Lando's just Ken landonorris this guy gets it

maxfewtrell Happy for you or whatever

username10 glad to know i'm not the only one crying over that video of lando and yn

georgerussell63 Don't worry I am too alex_albon me too carlossainz55 Me three username11 yo??

username12 help there are so many drivers in the comments 💀

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri Hanging out with Mum and Dad 👍🏻

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landonorris she started crying when she saw this btw

oscarpiastri Sorry? landonorris don't be, it's the pregnancy hormones ynusername I AM NOT PREGNANT DELETE THIS BEFORE THE WAG PAGES START POSTING

username13 ok but does oscar need a step-sister i wanna be part of this family

ynusername love u kiddo 🥹🧡

username14 oscar liking this comment oh we've come so far from when he used to tell her to stop calling him that oscarpiastri I've stopped fighting it

tagging: @sonder-paradise hey girl<3

request: hiii, could you do a smau similar to ‘heart eyes’ but with lando and oscar is the suffering third wheel? -from anon

[saturns-smut]

Spotted In The Crowd (Miyeon, i-dle)

Pairing: Miyeon x Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: The princess of K-pop spots you in the concert crowd and immediately knows she has to have you.  

Tags: Idol x Fan, Lingerie, Boob Play, Penetration, Oral Sex, Deep Throating, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Begging & Squirting.

Word Count: 1.2k

Notes: I don’t really like this if I’m being honest. So please tell me any feedback or advice you may have, I’d really appreciate it. This was a request by anon, so I hope you like it! If you liked reading this, please like, comment, reblog or follow to help a small writer!

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Miyeon and her group performed their latest songs with energy and dedication. The corners of her mouth moved into a flirty smirk and her hips persuaded all fans in the audience to stare at her shamelessly.

Miyeon has been your bias ever since (G)I-DLE debuted. You loved her. Her eyes. Her nose. Her lips. Her reactions. Her waist. Her tits. Her ass. 

At the end of the concert, you stayed back a bit to soak it all in. But a short woman approached you. 

“Excuse me? You need to come with me.” She said, showing you her staff wristband.

“What? Did I do something?” You asked worriedly. “No, you didn’t. Miss Cho Miyeon wants to see you.” 

This could not be real. The Miyeon? Your ultimate Miyeon? It has to a joke.

“I’m not joking. We should hurry, she doesn't like waiting.” She said, grabbing your arm and taking you to the staff reserved area. Scanning her wristband and walking in, receiving some weird looks from her coworkers, to which she just responded by mouthing ‘For Miyeon’ to them. That seemed to make it. 

She guided you to a room, unlocking the door and handing you the keys. “Miss Miyeon is waiting for you inside. Lock the door once you get in so nobody walks in. Oh and a piece of advice, Miss doesn’t get tired easily.” She informed you and you nodded. This was really happening. Like those stories you read.

You opened the door carefully, locking the door behind you without even looking at the room properly. When you turned around, there was Miyeon. Laying in the small bed wearing only a baby pink lingerie set that barely covered anything.

Its form was made by tiny, thin straps and only had lace to cover her nipples and her pussy. The lace gave an innocent illusion, though nothing there was innocent at all. 

“Are you gonna say anything or just stare?” Her voice, giggling, broke your train of thoughts and you didn’t know what to say. “Um… hi?” You tried.

More of her cute giggles echoed through the room. “Hi, baby boy. You like what you see?” 

“Uh… Fuck— Um, yes.” You said, taking a moment to scan the room. The small bed Miyeon was laying at, a table which you thought was for make-up, considering the beauty items and the led mirror. Also a clothing rack that included her stage outfits, a black lingerie set, and casual clothes. Next to the bed, a small nightstand with its drawer opened, which let you see the variety of sex toys in it. You widened your eyes. 

Miyeon smiled at your reaction. “Come on, come sit with me.” She pat the space beside her and you walked over sitting down.

The woman climbed quickly into your lap, her tits right in front of you while she hadn’t settled yet. Your hand instantly went to her waist, squeezing out of instinct. She wrapped her arms around your neck.

“So… You caught my eye at the crowd… And I saw you couldn’t stop staring at me. So I figured you should be the lucky one I invited backstage tonight.”

“You do this every concert?” You asked curious.

“Not exactly. It depends. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is right now.” She said, leaning in so her chest was closer to you. One wrong move and the fabric could slip off and show you everything. “Take it off me, please.”

And you did. Unclasped the bra teasingly slow. “Play with my tits, please, daddy.” 

And you did. Sucked her left nipple while fondling her right breast. Then switched while taking off her panties.

Miyeon had met a few guys that were this confident with her. And when she saw you enter the one? She thought you would be one of the shy, sweet innocent ones. She regrets thinking that.

Your free hand slipped between her legs, feeling the wetness and spreading all over her pussy and inner thighs. She loved it.

“You’re gross.” You whispered while pinching her clit. “Bringing random guys here just to let them fuck you. Gross.” 

“Yes! Yes I am, daddy! Your nasty girl!” She cried out.

Miyeon’s breaths were uneven, even if you hadn’t even gotten yourself inside her yet. She was sensitive. For some reason, especially with you.

You entered her welcoming hole with two fingers, speedily moving them, making the woman moan out loud. 

“Your cock! Need your cock inside me!” She begged. I mean, you’re just a man. Miyeon begged and she had what she asked for.

Hurriedly, you took off your pants and boxers, fondling with the zipper and having her help you.

You flipped her in the bed, laying her down. You held yourself up with one hand on the bed next to her hair, while the other hand lined up your member with her entrance, bottoming out her inside her clenching pussy.

“Oh gosh! Oh my God! Daddy! You’re so big!”

“Yeah? Daddy’s deep inside you?” You groaned into her ear, never slowing down your thrusts into her cunt.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, daddy! Daddy! Gonna cum!” Miyeon screamed, her back arching off the mattress. 

“Daddy’s gonna cum too, baby. You’re so tight. Been fucked so much and you’re still tight. Cum for me, Miyeon. Come on.” 

The idol in front of you followed your directions and reached her peak with a loud, very porn-like moan. You quickly pulled out, also cumming but in her stomach, painting her beautiful body with your own release.

“Come on, pretty girl. How ‘bout you get on your knees and make me feel even better? Get me deep in that throat?” You suggested.

Miyeon was quick to get into her knees on the floor, looking at you with those eyes. A need to obey and satisfy her daddy.

The woman wet her lips before leaning in to lick your whole length, pressing a small kiss to the tip. She wasted no time to completely dive in, taking all of your cock in her mouth and throat. 

You pulled her hair, controlling her head. Miyeon bobbed her head up and down, taking you deep in her throat just as requested. 

She pulled out briefly, just to have her sweet, faux-innocent voice ask you if you were close. You nodded, letting out a groan and pushing her head to continue sucking you off. 

After a few more thrusts, you came once again, this time in her mouth. Miyeon swallowed all of it, opening her mouth at the end to show you. “Was I good, daddy?” She asked, words so sweet and innocent considering the not-so-sweet-and-innocent act she had just finished. 

“So good, baby. Deserve a reward, okay? Lay back on your back for daddy.” You instructed.

Miyeon followed obediently and you made yourself comfortable between her spread open legs. 

You leaned in, placing a kiss to her inner thigh, which was wet from your combined juices. She breathed harder at the sensation of your warm breath against her.

Your flattened tongue licking her cunt from her used hole to her clit made her moan out. Oh, such pretty moans. You could get used to them. Waking up to them. Living with them.

“Daddy!! Don’t stop!! Just like that!! Cumming!!! Ah, ah, ah! Gonna cum!” She screamed out.

Then she came, juices wetting your chest and her whole body. “You squirt, baby?” 

“I— I didn’t know I could do that.” She said.

“Well, now you do.” You said, kissing her lips and laying down with Miyeon.

[ringsofsaturnnnn]

armin is the boyfriend who wears hair ties on his wrist to help stretch them out for you because he knows that you hate how tight they are at first. he also always wants to make sure he has one in case yours breaks.

armin is the boyfriend who will take your makeup off for you if you’re too tired to do it yourself. he doesn’t want your pores to get clogged.

armin is the boyfriend who waits on you hand and foot. you want water? don’t worry, he’s got it. hungry? do you want take-out? if you don’t, don’t worry, he’ll cook for you. cold? he’s already getting you a blanket. however, when it comes to caffeine.. “love, maybe you shouldn’t have that third energy drink. maybe we can share? just so you don’t have too much caffeine..”

armin is the definition of the perfect boyfriend. while every girl chases after him, he simply turns a blind eye. why? because he only wants you, his special angel 💕

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