#well not enough ✨unhinged✨

[dakusan]

How skz texts you when they're in love.

stray kids ot8 x reader | comfort, soft angst

🌙 synopsis: how skz would text if they were your boyfriend and down bad. i’m talking unhinged voice notes, emoji abuse, and random deep confessions between memes.

💌 a/n: After seeing how much love the mini shots I did yesterday got, I was like... why not make more! Plus I was brainrotting about how skz would text if they were like… hopelessly in love with you. Might make this into a series, like how they text when they're jealous, etc etc. ps. reblogs = love pss. if u want jealous/skz texting you at 3am or other versions… say less. or, if u want another mini fanfic like I did for Hyunjin's bday, idk, whatever you want, send me your prompts might as well advertise my songs too lololol leave me alone T.T

📍credits: @cafekitsune for the divider

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Bang Chan // 방찬

type: text-after-text typa guy

response time: fast unless he’s in the studio, then apologizes like you ghosted HIM

voice notes? yup, especially for soft rambles or late-night confessions

emojis: overuses the 😂, ❤️, sometimes the 💀

chaotic habits: sends memes at 2AM, randomly asks deep life questions mid-convo, follows up a heartfelt message with “ignore me lol”

texting vibe:

"yo" "wait" "i saw a puppy n thought of u wtf" 2 min voice note about how your laugh is stuck in his head "don't replay that i'll actually combust"

Lee Know // 리노

type: dry until he’s obsessed—then he gets lowkey clingy

response time: elite. replies instantly unless he’s annoyed (playfully)

voice notes? rarely. only when teasing or if he has something to prove

emojis: the cat ones. 👍🏻. dramatic use of dots (…)

chaotic habits: sends photos of his cats and says “this is us.”

texting vibe:

"do u even like me" "jk unless" "come over. soonie wants to see you" "also me. i want to see you. but soonie first"

Changbin // 창빈

type: tries to act chill but texts like a man who's in deep

response time: fast. suspiciously fast. like he had the convo open already

voice notes? yes. raspy and low when he's tired = danger

emojis: lots of 🐷 (ironically??), 😭, 💪, and the occasional 🖤

chaotic habits: pretends he's not clingy but sends 10 messages when you don't reply in 4 minutes.

texting vibe:

"are you eating?" "no i'm not checking up on you shut up" "but also don't skip meals or i'll show up" sends gym selfie with the caption: 'working out so i can carry your future' "delete that last msg. i was joking. (i wasn't)"

Hyunjin // 현진

type: romantic poet in a silly man’s body

response time: varies—he’s either blowing up your phone or forgot what a phone is

voice notes? yes, and they’re beautiful, emotional, and sometimes dramatic as hell

emojis: 🌟, ✨, 💘❤️, random aesthetic ones

chaotic habits: sends blurry selfies with “do i look like ur soulmate or”

texting vibe:

"i dreamt of you again" "you were dancing in the clouds" "and then u tripped over a squirrel lol" "still romantic tho" sends 37 Pinterest boards dedicated to your aura

Han // 한

type: overshares. overshares again. disappears. comes back with a meme

response time: fast but forgets mid-convo then apologizes with a TikTok

voice notes? only unhinged ones

emojis: chaos. 🍥 . 🤡, 😭, 🙈

chaotic habits: texts “i love you” at the most random times, like when he’s eating cereal

texting vibe:

"babe" "i just saw a frog and it reminded me of ur ex" "anyway what u doing" "miss u so bad it's medically concerning" sends 12 memes in a row "btw did u know u're my entire world okay bye"

Felix // 필릭스

type: sunshine in text form, but gets lowkey flirty when he’s really into you

response time: pretty fast, unless he’s baking something (which he tells you about in detail)

voice notes? yes, and his voice is so soft you’ll play them 20x

emojis: ✨, 🌞, 🤍, sometimes random food emojis

chaotic habits: sends selfies with “do i look cute enough for u today?”

texting vibe:

"hey angel" "just made brownies and i wish i could feed u one rn" "missing you more than coffee and you know that's serious" sends a selfie with hearts drawn on his cheeks "rate my cuteness out of 10 (be honest but also lie)"

Seungmin // 승민

type: sarcastic menace until he realizes he’s obsessed

response time: elite. scary good.

voice notes? sometimes, especially to roast you

emojis: very minimal. he’s a punctuation man.

chaotic habits: says “you’re so annoying” when he actually means “i miss you”

texting vibe:

"you're insufferable" "also i got u something, check ur door in like 2 mins" "don't cry. i'll block u" "jk. kinda" "be safe. i love you. don't make me say that again"

I.N // 아이엔

type: cute chaos. teases you constantly but gets shy when you flirt back

response time: quick, unless he’s gaming

voice notes? yes, but he re-records them 5 times before sending

emojis: 🥺, 😭, ✨, chaos combo

chaotic habits: sends TikToks that are somehow always lowkey him confessing

texting vibe:

"hey loser" "jk i like u a lot please don't block me" "wanna vc? i need to hear ur voice to survive" "do u think we'd survive in a zombie apocalypse or would u trip and make me die" "nvm i'd save u"

[skyguytoast]

REQUEST: ANAKIN X PALPATINE’S DAUGHTER!READER

SYNOPSIS: Anakin discovers that his sweet girlfriend is Palpatine's daughter and the betrayal blinds him.

WARNING:  a little angst but then it's just fluff

WORDS:  2.4k

A/N: hiiiii, big thanks to @andres-galans-wife for the amazing idea — I loved writing this one and I hope it captures the vibe you were going for! as always, my inbox is open for requests, don’t be shy 🥺✨ also… I was thinking about the ROTS (as I do like... constantly) and ughhh anakin is just pure tragedy wrapped in pretty boy rage and i’ll never be normal about it 😭 hope you enjoy reading — comments & reblogs mean the world to me 🫶💫 kisses & happy scrolling 💋 Dividers by @cafekitsune

If it hadn’t already been enough — Obi-Wan, his master, his brother — had asked him to spy on the Chancellor. Not in those exact words, of course. Obi-Wan was too measured for that, too careful. But the request was clear enough: report back, tell us what he says, what he’s doing. Keep your eyes open.

It had shaken something inside him. The Jedi, with all their codes and their high-minded ideals, had given him the most vile of tasks: betrayal. They didn’t trust him. Not with the truth. Not with the war. Not with anything. And yet, they expected him to betray the one person who had — for years — treated him as more than a pawn.

And Palpatine… Palpatine had seen it coming. Had warned him. Had whispered the truth. That the Jedi were plotting something. That they feared Anakin's power. That he had never been more than a weapon to them. And then—he asked for the same thing. To be his eyes. His ears. His shield against the very people who claimed to love him.

It was maddening — being pulled in every direction, not knowing who to trust, not knowing where to stand without the ground cracking beneath him. But in the midst of that chaos, there was you.

Sweet. Fierce. Steady.

You were the only thing that didn’t make him feel like he was being torn apart. The Senator with a gentle heart and fire in your voice. The one who stood up for clones, who cared about Jedi, who looked at him like he was more than the sum of what everyone wanted from him.

He had clung to you like a drowning man. And now...

Now he could hardly look at you.

The apartment was quiet. Moonlight spilled across the glossy floor, broken only by the slow, menacing pacing of his boots. He stood near the window, facing away from you, his reflection fragmented by the glass.

“Are you his daughter?”

His voice was ice. No greeting. No softness. Just a razor-sharp question that split the air between you.

You froze. Your breath caught. “Ani—”

“Don’t.” His voice cracked like a whip, cutting that name in two. He turned, slowly, eyes wide and burning — a storm of blue, rimmed with red. “Don’t you dare call me that.”

You stepped toward him, trembling. “I didn’t lie to you. I never meant to keep it from you, I just—”

“You just what?” he snapped, his voice rising. “Just forgot to mention that the man tearing the galaxy apart is your father? That the one person I can’t hardly trust might have sent his own daughter to spy on me?”

You shook your head desperately, the silk of your robe whispering around your knees. “I’m not spying on you. Ani, I love you—”

He let out a laugh — bitter, broken, and laced with something unhinged.

“Love?” His voice cracked. “You think this is love? You think I can believe anything you say now?”

Tears welled in your eyes as you tried to step closer, but he took a step back, as if your touch might burn him.

“You knew what this would do to me. You knew. And you let me fall anyway.”

“I didn’t choose him!” you cried. “I chose you. Every time, I choose you!”

“Liar!” he roared.

You stumbled back, startled by the sheer ferocity in his voice. His hands were clenched into fists, trembling. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps. You didn’t recognize him — not the boy who carved you tiny gifts, who curled into your lap on bad nights, who held your hand like it tethered him to the galaxy.

This wasn’t him. This was a man blinded by betrayal.

“Did you tell him about me?” he asked, voice low now, dangerous. “Did you tell him about the dreams? The things I said when I couldn’t sleep? Did you whisper in his ear every time I kissed you and thought I was safe?”

“No,” you sobbed, your voice breaking. “I never—I never betrayed you.”

But he didn’t seem to hear. Or maybe he didn’t want to.

His shoulders shook with rage, but behind it — beneath it — you saw it. The grief. The heartbreak. The unbearable idea that he might have let his last safe place crumble from under him.

“I would have burned the stars for you,” he whispered, eyes glistening. “And you—you were his daughter all along.”

Silence fell again. Thick. Suffocating.

“I know, I am,” you breathed, your voice trembling, eyes swimming with tears. “But that doesn’t change anything—I’m still the girl you fell in love with.”

Your knees hit the cold floor with a soft thud, silk pooling around you like the ruin of something once beautiful. You didn’t care about dignity, pride, or appearances. If crawling would bring him back to you, you would cross Tatooine’s twin suns on bleeding knees. You reached out, fingers clawing at the edges of his black cloak, clinging to him like the last piece of solid ground before the fall.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please, just listen to me.”

Anakin didn’t move. His silhouette towered above you like a shadow cast from a darker version of himself. His jaw was clenched, his eyes wild—burning blue rimmed in betrayal.

“How do you expect me to believe you,” he spat, his voice low, acidic, “when you didn’t trust me first?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words caught in your throat like thorns.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice cracked now, louder, more jagged. “Why didn’t you tell me you were his daughter? You sat there, every night, letting me talk about him—about the man who played father to me when the Jedi wouldn’t. You knew what he meant to me. You knew, and you said nothing.”

His hand shot out and caught your arm. It wasn’t violent, not yet—but the grip was iron. He stared down at you, his expression twisted not with rage, but devastation. His voice broke.

“Did you laugh at me? Did you lie in bed beside me and laugh at how pathetic I was, opening up to both of you, not realizing how long you’d been circling me like a trap?”

“No!” you cried, grasping at his cloak tighter. “Ani—no, never! He didn’t ask me to spy on you, I swear it! I would’ve refused if he had! I love you—Force, I love you more than anything! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me—ever. I would never hurt you.”

But your words only made it worse.

His voice dropped into something cold. Empty.

“And yet,” he murmured, “it was your delicate hand that twisted the knife in my chest.”

You didn’t have time to react before he shoved you back.

You didn’t register the movement until your back collided with the stained-glass divider between the living room and kitchen. The glass cracked with a sickening, sharp sound as you crumpled to the floor, air knocked from your lungs. A bloom of pain shot through your shoulder and ribs, but worse than that was the look on his face when you looked up.

It wasn’t hatred. It wasn’t rage. It was shock.

Like he hadn’t meant to do it. Like he hadn’t realized what he was capable of until it was already done.

You whimpered softly, trying to sit up, the cold of the floor biting through your skin. Blood bloomed along your hairline. “Ani…?”

Anakin’s blue eyes widened, the once-bright fire behind them dimming into a shade of shattered melancholy. The realization hit him like a lightsaber to the gut—he had hurt you. In a blink. In a storm of blind rage and betrayal, he had done the one thing he swore he never would.

He crossed the room in an instant, propelled by panic, the Force bending around him with unnatural speed. He fell to his knees beside you, trembling as he gathered your injured form into his arms. You were so small against him, too still, too fragile. His breath caught as he felt the warmth of your blood seeping through your clothes, onto his hands.

"No, no, no..." he murmured, burying his face in your hair, his arms locking tightly around you. "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—please, please forgive me."

You pressed your face into his shoulder, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Ani. I’m okay.”

Your fingers, gentle despite the pain, brushed the damp strands of hair from his forehead. The tenderness in your touch made him shudder. “I’m fine,” you whispered again.

“But I—” His voice cracked, thick with anguish. “I hurt you. I didn’t mean to. I swear, I didn’t mean to. I just—”

Tears spilled freely down his cheeks now, warm and relentless. They dripped into the crook of your neck, into your hair, into the palm of your hand as you reached up and cradled his face. His hands shook where they held you. His breath came in broken gasps.

“I could’ve killed you,” he whispered. “If I hadn’t stopped, if I hadn’t seen” He couldn't finish the sentence. The weight of what he had almost done crushed his chest.

He wasn’t a man anymore. He wasn’t a Jedi. He was a monster.

“Ani, look at me,” you murmured.

He didn’t want to—not at first. He didn’t think he deserved to. But your voice called to something deep inside him. Something soft. Something human. Slowly, hesitantly, his eyes met yours.

And in them, he didn’t find anger. Or fear.

He found love.

“It’s okay,” you said softly. “It’s not your fault. I should have told you the truth—that my father is the Chancellor. But I was scared. Scared it would change us. Scared I’d lose you. So I lied. I rushed into something and ended up digging the grave of our love.”

He closed his eyes, pained. His hand reached up and gently tucked your hair behind your ear, but paused when his fingers brushed the cut on your forehead. You winced.

His face twisted. “I hate that you didn’t tell me,” he said, his voice no longer furious but broken. “I do feel betrayed. But... I can’t pretend it all meant nothing. I can’t pretend I didn’t feel it—every moment. I don’t want to believe it wasn’t real.”

Your gaze locked with his, and in that shared silence, something passed between you. Something deep.

“Everything we had was real, Ani,” you whispered. “My love for you is real. If you need to use the Force on me, do it. See for yourself. But please—don’t leave. Don’t let what we have fall to ruin.”

He stared at you for a long moment, his lips trembling, your words sinking into his chest like seeds taking root.

Maybe it wasn’t too late.

Maybe, just maybe, he could find his way back to you.

And maybe, you were still his way back to himself.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” Anakin murmured, voice low and aching as his arms slid under your body. “Please… let me apologize properly.”

You didn’t resist when he gathered you into his embrace, lifting you effortlessly off the cold floor. Your cheek rested against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart thudding beneath layers of black tunic and guilt. He carried you past the shattered remnants of the stained-glass divider, the floor glittering with crimson-smeared shards like the remains of something sacred and broken.

Anakin laid you gently on the couch, moving with the reverence of a man handling something far more fragile than your battered body—your trust. His hands hesitated as they reached for the robe you wore loosely over your silk nightgown, his eyes flicking to yours in silent question.

You gave him a small, encouraging nod.

Carefully, he slipped the robe from your shoulders, checking your arms, your legs, your back for any glass embedded in the skin. His movements were cautious, tender, almost afraid. As if he feared the force of his own touch. As if loving you too hard might break you all over again.

Then he knelt in front of you, the first aid kit at his side, the fabric of his cloak pooling around his knees. He was quiet, almost trembling as he cleaned the cut on your forehead. The antiseptic stung, and your breath hitched, but you didn’t complain—not when you saw the way his hands were shaking.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as he dabbed at the wound with trembling fingers. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” you said softly, offering him the gentlest smile.

When he applied the bacta salve, the cool, slick gel sent a chill through your skin, goosebumps rising instantly. He muttered another apology under his breath, frowning as he smoothed the gel over the cut with such concentration, as though this small act of care could erase what he’d done.

Once he was certain you were properly treated, he leaned back slightly, looking at you like he wasn’t sure he deserved to be this close anymore.

But you reached out first.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, coaxing him forward. And that was all he needed. He scooped you back into his arms, clutching you like a man who had just found the one thing he’d feared he'd lost.

“This time,” he whispered against your temple, “I’m taking you to bed… so I can hold you through it. So I can be there. Like I should’ve been.”

You nodded, tears burning your eyes, and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “I want that,” you breathed.

He carried you into the bedroom with the same quiet urgency he always carried into battle, but this war was gentler now. He laid you on the bed like something sacred and sat beside you, tugging off his boots with one hand while the other never left yours.

“I’ll clean everything up later,” he murmured, brushing hair from your face as he climbed in behind you. “The glass, the mess, all of it… but right now, I just want to hold you.”

You shifted closer, resting your head under his chin, his arms wrapping around you, warm and solid. His breath tickled the back of your neck.

“I was scared,” he confessed in a whisper, voice cracking. “Of what I did. Of who I am. But holding you now… I feel like maybe I can be more than that.”

You turned in his arms, looking up at him, your fingers finding his. “You are more. We both are.”

He kissed your forehead softly, lingering, his lips pressed against the healing wound he had given. You felt the apology in that kiss—felt it in the way he curled his body around yours like a shield.

And for the first time since the storm broke, you both allowed yourselves to breathe.

TAGLIST: @ihearthayden @anakinstwinklebunny @sometimescharlolette @awhhayden @dessxoxsworld

[thesunloveschips]

Obsessed - Part 5 (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: We continue the sex from where we left off previously.

A/n: Apologies for the delay. I was genuinely worried about whether this chapter was going to be good enough. Thankfully, @findingstephanie and @div94 were a huge help. ✨✨ Everybody clap for them because the smut is now smuttier. (I'll be crying in the corner for the contribution of the Internet in uniting smut lovers)

Warnings: smut, full-blown smut, like Azriel throwing reader around kinda smut, oral sex (male & female receiving), Azriel's tattooed chest, minors please stay away.

Click here for Obsessed (Masterlist)

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“Wrap your legs around me.” Azriel ordered, unyielding and firm.

He didn’t look like the composed man whom she’d dined with or went grocery shopping. He was unhinged, deranged even. 

Y/n complied as she brought her hands behind his neck. 

He lifted Y/n, his hands under her thighs, and walked towards his bedroom. 

The feel of his hands on her skin made her bury her face in his neck because how large were those hands? 

She imagined how well those hands would grab her breasts and ass. How spectacularly he’d spank her. 

And that hand and those tattooed fingers wrapped around her throat while he fucked her stupid was. . . An aroused Azriel looked like he’d do all that and much more. 

And she wanted all that and much more. 

It was dizzying to be held tightly as he lifted her, when her breasts were against him. And from the way he glanced at her upon that contact, he was also affected by it. 

This man was large. Intimidatingly so.      

So what about his cock?

That painful bulge on his pants was enough to make her nervous. 

But gods, she wanted it. She’d cry and beg for it.

She wanted to be railed till she couldn’t understand anything other than him.

She could see the startings of his tattoos which eventually descended and spread across his chest. The nape was inked here and there but his neck in general was clean, displaying his clear skin. 

At this point, everything seemed to be a prelude to how frenziedly he’d fuck her and how willingly she’d submit. 

The golden lighting was dim, perfectly complementing Azriel. The sheets were cold. Y/n was wearing only her panties when Azriel made her sit on the bed.  

He now towered over her, putting all her fantasies to shame with his ravenous gaze. 

That inked chest was a vision. An inspiration for images, each more provocative than the previous. 

“Y/n?” She felt hot and light. So sensitive and drunk on his touch. Y/n really did but she really needed to be thoroughly fucked right now. 

She was consumed by her lust enough that it was becoming difficult to concentrate on anything other than his touch. 

“Stand up, sweetheart.” He kissed her deeply when she obeyed, maybe as a reward. 

“Do you trust me?” He rasped like a cunning predator ready to ruin her to the ground.

“Yes.” She received a soft kiss in return for her compliance. 

“Take off my belt.” Y/n blinked. She’d definitely read that line in a dark romance novel. When he pinched her nipple, she let out a surprised squeal. 

What washed over her was so hot it was electric. It was so sudden and too powerful. She nodded and her hands rose, heading towards his belt. 

Oh. Was he going to actually. . . 

Was he going to be rough? 

Would she get to taste his cock? 

The idea of it excited her. She was now impatient. 

This man, so perfectly crafted and intimidatingly large, desired her. And as she unbuckled his belt, Y/n felt confident. He was attracted to her. 

She felt glorious as she eagerly unfastened his pants and pulled it down and his undershorts just enough. The raw desire between them, now a palpable thing. 

The sight of his cock made her want to cry in gratitude because thank fuck for this unholy monument. 

Her hand extended to touch it when Azriel caught her wrist. “No touching.” She looked back at him, offended by that. What was the point of getting here if they weren’t touching?

But then he leaned in and growled. “Kneel.” 

****

Azriel had to remain in control. He knew that much. Y/n hadn’t had sex in a while so it would be inevitably painful for her in the beginning and he was determined to make her comfortable before he indulged. 

But all that determination went out of the window when he saw her breasts against him as he took her to bed. And when he’d glanced at her and saw her peering up with eyes filled with confusion and trust, he faltered. 

He was depraved and deprived and only determined only to fuck her like a primeval creature. But he couldn’t deny how much he adored this woman. 

And while his desire battled with his worry for her, Y/n gave him no room to think any further when she obeyed him and kneeled. She was so good for him. 

Azriel brought a hand to her cheek, his thumb tracing her lips before she opened it enough for it to slip in. 

He felt the tip of her tongue against his thumb while his woman sat there innocently as if she wasn’t the reason his cock was raging and aching. 

“Open.” Her lips parted and he saw that tongue. His hand impulsively went to the back of her head and brought her head closer to his cock.

He saw how her eyes widened, eager and afraid. And without any further instruction, her tongue darted out to lick him like an ice cream. From the bottom to the top. And she began teasing him around the tip. 

Her hand gently took hold of his cock. She took her time to gather her saliva, spat on his cock, and used her hand to gently spread it. 

Now, Y/n was a decently tall woman. There were few who were taller than her but she was so small compared to him. Small hands, small mouth, completely small. 

She was too soft.

Too gentle. 

He felt it acutely when her fingers teased over the veins of his cock, his grip on her hair tightening. Her tongue continued to lick him. 

Y/n. . . his beautiful Y/n pushed her stray curls behind, as if preparing for something. 

Azriel craned his neck when she sucked the tip with a wonderful amount of force. She was. . . heavenly. And such a dirty little girl. 

He was this close to taking advantage of her hair in his hand. Of pushing his cock in. His knuckles were pale, veins pulsating as he tried to restrain himself from doing just that. 

Her hand fisted the rest of his cock gently. 

Too gently. 

Oh.

His Y/n was a confident, cunning seductress out to hunt him and he was already bleeding on the ground for her. 

“More, Y/n.” 

He barely got the words out but the little minx looked up at him, removed his cock from her mouth, and looked at him all pretty with a coy smirk. “What?”

“Suck harder, sweetheart.” He repeated and brought his cock to her lips. And as soon as she opened her mouth, Azriel grabbed the back of her head and slammed in. 

Y/n was so fucking pretty as those teary eyes looked up at him. 

So fucking gorgeous. 

Nearly naked and on her knees. At his mercy. He hadn’t planned on a blowjob right now but whatever they were headed for better than anything he’d planned. 

All her whimpers and cries and her tears. And Azriel barely remembered that he wanted to come inside that sweet pussy first. 

He remembered how tightly she’d clenched around his fingers. Gods, he was going to enjoy claiming her. 

This beautiful woman, such a delicacy, he’d feast on her again and again. 

He’d ruin her so well. So thoroughly she’d never even look at another man.. 

Or maybe he’d crawl to her since his desperation was already established. 

But her mouth felt too good right now. Her face was so pretty as she struggled with his size, tears streaming down her cheeks. The look in her eyes made determined to unleash himself inside her pretty mouth. 

And he gave and gave and wanted to give more and more and but not now. 

He took out his cock, finally giving her enough time for breathing, and pulled her to her feet.

Fuck.

Fuck.

His Y/n. His woman. So fucking beautiful licking her lips. He had no other thought as he pulled her into a kiss. 

He wanted to breathe this woman into him. All of her essence, his and his only. 

With one hand grabbing her ass and the other buried in her thick hair supporting her head, Azriel asked. “That greedy for my cock, pretty girl?” 

“Why didn’t you come in my mouth?” She was gasping for air. 

“I plan to come in your pussy first. And when I want to, I’ll use your mouth. Is that clear?” But he kept looking at his lips, letting a thumb brush over them. 

He’d take that mouth. Azriel would fuck her in the shower like that. And then he’d beg on his knees for Y/n to one day wake him up with a blowjob. 

Y/n gave him a secret smile. He pulled her hair at the lack of an answer, baring her neck for his mouth. “Words, Y/n.”

“Yes, sir.” And any semblance of control he had was out of the window. 

****

Azriel threw her on the bed and wasted no time in hovering over her. Y/n knew calling him sir had done it. She’d seen his eyes darken and her pussy ached. 

Calling him sir seemed like the best idea she’d had recently. How much longer could she poke him before he fucked his life into her?

Azriel now kneeled at the side of the bed and she whined. His hands spread her for his convenience, threw her legs over his shoulders and he began feasting on her for the second time. 

Her panties were ripped to shreds and discarded somewhere she couldn’t care about.

“Hanhhh.” And if there’s anything Y/n could say confidently right now, it was that Azriel had a very wicked mouth and an even wicked tongue. 

His tongue moved over the slit, parted her, and easily found her clit as if he’d known her body for ages. He flicked her, teased her, again and again while her hands were clutching the sheets. 

Her impatience rose and so did her excitement. She was so close and it was so easy. She’d been sensitised after the first time he ate her out at the table. “Az!”

Her head turned to the side every now and then, eyes shut, and she was begging for relief. To be finished and Azriel was determinedly pursuing her. 

“Please, please, please, please, please.” Y/n cried loudly as she found her pleasure and shattered. 

She was numb from it all. And just when she thought she couldn’t feel anything more, Azriel hovered over her, parted her legs and settled between them. 

Y/n knew he was feral for her as he brought that delicious cock to her. She was aching, and absolutely ready to cry and scream if he began teasing instead of  fucking her properly. 

He closed in, bringing all of that heat with him to her breasts and abdomen. And he entered her surprisingly slowly. Azriel’s face displayed his pleasure—eyes shut tight, mouth open, quick breaths. 

Y/n was, in simple terms, being split apart. 

She took quick breaths, trying to cope with the pain and adjust to him. He was slowly sliding inside her, easing in. 

Gods, Azriel was actually keeping his promise of fucking all the air out of her. 

And fuck her all the way to her ass but Azriel looked way too alluring, lost out of his mind as pleasure enveloped in the form of her very own pussy. 

A sense of pride bloomed in her for being the cause of his pleasure. But the pain kept returning and kept melting away the more he pushed in. 

She didn’t realise that sex after a few months would hurt her. It didn’t matter how many fantasies she had of fictional characters or of random hot strangers. 

She felt herself become sensitive. Y/n could feel her nipples against his sweaty chest, the press of his hard muscle against her soft curves. 

And Azriel’s fingers began playing with a nipple while he sucked the other softly to ease her through it.  

When he was completely nestled inside her, the best of sensations overwhelmed her.

For all his dominance, Azriel continued to be considerate and greatly restrained as he entered her slowly. 

“Fuck.” The word sounded foreign to her due to its tone. He was now ready to let go. Y/n could feel it in his gaze, his warmth, and his touch. 

And once she’d relaxed and found her pleasure, Y/n called him. “More, please.”

“All okay?” He stopped his ministrations on her breasts and rose to meet her. 

This man now cradled her. And she loved it. And all her affections and desires for him became overwhelming and  she was close to crying with how insanely good she felt. 

“Yes. Move, Az.”

“Still greedy, I see.” He grinned wickedly, as if he was not sweating and desperate for her. Azriel pulled himself partially out of her cunt and she whined in complaint, not enjoying that. 

Now, Y/n was not a virgin. Neither in body nor in spirit. She’d read more than enough and explored less than enough and was curious to explore. 

And Azriel had a habit of empowering her in ways unknown. 

Her legs were spread apart to accommodate him and now, she wrapped them around his hips. 

A lustful groan escaped him when Y/n used her conjoined legs around his hips and pulled his cock further inside, moaning in satisfaction at the impact.

“You little demon.” His eyes blazed, acknowledging her lust for him and he thrusted in harshly, finding satisfaction in her moans. 

“Fill me up.” They were three words. Three mere words. And he’d unleashed himself on her. 

“I want you.” Another thrust. “Every.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Time.” 

“And yet hhhanggh-” Her nails were now digging into his back. “You tease aahngh too much.” 

“If you can speak, then I’m not doing my job so well.” Azriel removed himself from her. Y/n whined as he rose like a death god, dark and cruel, and removed his body and his heat away from her. 

His hands settled on her hips and he flipped her so her ass was in the air now. 

What was that? 

What the fuck was that?

Why was that so hot? 

Why was he- Y/n moaned when Azriel fucked into her in one smooth movement. 

She was clenching his cock tightly. He pushed her head into the pillows and leaned, warming her body with his own. “Hold the pillows tight.” 

And as he began to lose his control, his manners, and any sense of consideration, Y/n moaned and cried at his frenzied thrusts. 

She knew nothing else but his cock as he slammed into her repeatedly, fucking her like nothing less than an insatiable beast. 

Was she grabbing the sheets or the pillows? Y/n couldn’t comprehend or care for it. 

All she cared for was this man on his knees behind her, so thoroughly claiming his ownership of her, making every inch of her his. 

He was ensuring her body knew his grip on her hips, his cock in her pussy, his mouth on her neck, his breath against hers. 

And for all that he had teased her for this long. . . well, there was no teasing in what he was doing at the moment as he thrusted ferociously. 

She was crying again. Her eyes were hot and wet and the tears were already on the sheets. “Please.”

It was there. That spot he’d been wildly ramming into. Oh god, she was going to break. To crash into some place. 

It was dizzying as she neared it. 

“You like that?” She felt a harsh sting on her ass. He’d smacked her. She was probably reddening by now.

And when she didn’t answer, she felt his hand on her hair, wrapping it around his fist. Azriel pulled her hair, bringing Y/n easily up and his other hand wrapped around her throat to further support her against his chest. “Answer me.”

From this angle, she could see their conjoined shadow. Could see him pumping into her like a beast. Could see her breasts bounce wildly. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh fuck, yes!”

Azriel leaned towards her, the familiar feeling and warmth of his chest against her back so perfectly arched for him. 

“Such.” Thrust. “A.” Thrust. “Dirty.” Thrust. “Girl.” Thrust. “For me.” 

He was so close to her and even then she wasn’t satisfied. She wanted him ingrained in her being. His touch and warmth. 

The scent of sweat and sex was all around them. Azriel was still furiously thrusting his cock inside her and Y/n was blissfully moaning and falling and finally, she was shattering. 

Even then, Azriel refused to let her go. Refused to let her breathe as he continued fucking her into her orgasm and beyond. 

“No more.” Y/n wanted to breathe. At least for a while. But Azriel showed no signs of stopping. He continued to slam into her as if he hadn’t heard her at all. 

And she was just his to fuck and use as he pleased. She could only moan and cry. Tears flowed freely as she was brought to another orgasm made her tremble. 

Azriel made an lustful, inhumane sound like a roar or a growl as he came. She could feel him inside her, cock softening and their fluids running down her thighs. 

This was it. She’d never felt this perfect. This desirable. This sexy. And Azriel was there, making her feel all of it, prompting her to believe it. 

But when he removed himself from her, she cried. She was now frustratingly empty. 

Y/n only felt his hands gently embrace her as he settled her down. He wrapped the blanket over her and moved around a bit. 

She felt his hands on her inner thighs with something cool. “Sweetheart, let me clean you up.” 

And she felt the cool and tender graze of intimate wipes in her inner thighs. 

Y/n watched him and brought a hand to his cheek. He looked at her and she felt so comfortable. And so loved and cherished. This was surely a dream, wasn’t it?

She smiled and Azriel kissed her lips. “I’ll join you in a minute.”

“Forty seconds.”

“Thirty.” Azriel pulled back and did something and something. Y/n had closed her eyes, drifting away to blissful sleep. 

Footsteps sounded and he’d probably left the room. She didn’t keep count of the seconds but he was back by her side soon. She looked at him with a tired smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Azriel adjusted all the blankets and tucked them both in cosily. 

“Did you lock your door?” 

“Yeah. I just checked.” So that’s why he’d left the room. 

“And the lights?” He joined her in bed, entering the blanket and kissing her forehead. 

“All switched off.” Y/n felt his hand on her cheek and his body come closer to her. 

“Good.” She closed her eyes and snuggled closer, relishing in his warmth. “How are you?”

“I’m great. How are you?” Gods, he was so perfect. Was there any need for this much perfection in one person? 

He switched off the bedroom lights and laid down properly on the bed, her body finding comfort in his steady warmth.  

“I’m great.” She couldn’t stop smiling. Was that bad? She liked him, didn’t she? And maybe, he liked her too. 

“Come closer, Az.” She invited, extending a hand that found his chest. Azriel took it immediately and moved closer. 

And yet, she felt that he was definitely not close enough. Y/n caressed his hand with her fingers. 

“Close enough?” He asked so softly, she could’ve fallen asleep. This man exuded warmth and something so powerful yet gentle. 

“Not nearly.” She whispered, arching her back so her breasts would be pressed even more against his chest. Y/n draped an arm around his midsection and brought herself closer.

She craned her neck and moved forward to kiss whatever part of him that her lips would touch. It was probably his jaw from the bone structure she felt. 

Azriel leaned forward, his hands wrapping around her waist and he gently kissed her forehead. “You’re so beautiful.” 

“It’s dark in here.” Y/n felt something wrap drop over her body like a veil. And it was easy to find peace in his arms and drift away to sleep.

“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful.”

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Unhinged Composite Chart Observations: Because Love is Never That Simple 😈💥

When reading a composite chart, the house placements alone aren’t enough as you need to consider the signs and aspects too. The sign of a planet shows how the energy plays out, while the house shows where it manifests in the relationship.

For example, Venus in the 8th house will feel intense, but whether that intensity is passionate and transformative (Venus in Scorpio) or unpredictable and detached (Venus in Aquarius) depends on the sign. Aspects add another layer, shaping whether that energy flows smoothly or brings challenges. So, for the most accurate composite reading, always consider the house, sign, and aspects together. 🔥✨

Let's say you have Pluto in 1st house of Scorpio. It's vastly different from Pluto conjuncting ascendant in Scorpio.

Pluto in the 1st house has an intense presence, but it’s more about the energy you two create together. Others feel the depth, mystery, and power, but it’s not necessarily in-your-face. You two will go through changes because of this relationship, whether you like it or not. But it doesn’t scream, “Look at us, we’re intense!” Control, power dynamics, and trust issues exist, but they may be more private as you feel them inside the relationship rather than broadcasting them to the world.

Pluto Conjunct Ascendant Scorpio is like Pluto in the 1st house but on steroids. The power and intensity are not just felt—it’s seen. When you two walk in, people notice. Whether that’s admiration, hatred, or curiosity depends on the aspects. You see every insecurity, every weakness, and every unspoken thought. This is the “I can read you like a book” placement. Magnetic attraction or repulsion—no in-between. Even if you break up, you will feel each other’s presence like a ghost haunting your life. It’s either obsessive devotion or a lesson in letting go.

Let's say you have a composite stellium in the 10th house which is great for long-term partnerships of any kind.

Composite Stellium in the 10th house Leo: The Power Couple

You two walk into a room, and people notice and there’s a natural glow to your presence together.

You push each other to be bigger, bolder, and more confident, like an unstoppable duo.

If balanced well, this relationship can be a source of mutual pride, joy, and success as its like having a built-in cheerleader and power partner.

Composite Stellium in the 10th house Capricorn: The Empire Builders

Together, you are stability, ambition, and endurance—this is a relationship built to last.

You make practical, smart decisions as a team, and others see you as mature, responsible, and inspiring.

Success feels more meaningful when shared whether it’s career, financial goals, or just building a strong future together.

Composite Stellium in the 10th house Pisces: The Dreamy Duo

There’s a deep emotional and even spiritual bond here—this relationship can feel magical.

You inspire each other’s creativity, intuition, and compassion, making life feel more romantic and meaningful.

When you work toward a shared dream, you two can create something truly unique and impactful.

Composite Stellium in the 2nd House – Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn) 🌍💰

This relationship is built on stability, security, and practicality . Money, comfort, and long-term goals matter a lot.

You naturally work together to build wealth, establish routines, and create a solid foundation, making this a low-drama, high-function partnership.

Can be a bit too focused on material success, but when balanced, this bond provides loyalty, trust, and a sense of "we’re in this for the long haul."

Composite Stellium in the 2nd House – Scorpio ♏🦂

This relationship is intense, deeply bonded, and all-or-nothing as security isn’t just financial, it’s emotional too.

You both crave power, loyalty, and unshakable trust, but this can also lead to possessiveness or financial entanglements.

Money, sex, and shared resources are deeply tied to your emotional connection—when aligned, this relationship feels transformative and unbreakable.

Moon in 4th House (Cancer, Taurus, Pisces) 🏡💞

This relationship feels like home as you feel cozy, nurturing, and emotionally safe, like you’ve known each other forever.

You naturally prioritize comfort, family, and shared traditions, creating a deep sense of emotional security.

Can get too attached to the past, but when balanced, this bond feels warm, protective, and unshakable.

Moon in 8th House (Scorpio, Capricorn, Aries) 🖤🔥

Feelings here are intense, all-consuming, and almost telepathic and you just know what the other is feeling.

Emotional security comes from trust, vulnerability, and shared transformations, making this a no-holds-barred connection.

Can get emotionally obsessive, but when healthy, this love is soul-deep and nearly impossible to break.

Sun in 1st House (Leo, Aries, Sagittarius) 🌞✨

This relationship has a strong presence and people notice you two together, and your bond feels central to both lives.

There’s an undeniable confidence and energy in this connection, like you bring out each other’s best and boldest selves.

Can be intense or ego-driven at times, but when balanced, this is a vibrant, life-giving partnership.

Sun in 7th House (Libra, Taurus, Pisces) 💍⚖️

This is the ultimate "us against the world" placement. Partnership, balance, and commitment define this relationship.

You see each other as equals and naturally focus on long-term connection, harmony, and teamwork.

Can become overly dependent on each other, but when healthy, this is a deeply fulfilling, true partnership.

Jupiter in 5th House (Leo, Sagittarius, Gemini) 🎭💖

This relationship is full of joy, fun, and creative energy and you bring out each other’s playful side.

There’s a lot of laughter, romance, and possibly children or artistic pursuits tied to your connection.

Can get indulgent or overly dramatic, but at its best, this bond feels like a never-ending adventure.

Jupiter in 11th House (Aquarius, Libra, Sagittarius) 🌍🤝

You two thrive in friendships, social circles, and shared dreams. This is a “best friends” kind of love.

There’s a shared vision for the future, and you both push each other to grow and explore new ideas.

Can be idealistic, but when grounded, this relationship is expansive, inspiring, and filled with possibilities.

Saturn in 7th House (Libra, Capricorn, Virgo) ⚖️💍

This relationship comes with serious lessons about commitment, patience, and responsibility.

It might feel fated or even challenging at times, but if both of you do the work, it’s built to last.

Can feel restrictive, but when respected, this is a mature, unshakable bond that stands the test of time.

Saturn in 10th House (Capricorn, Aries, Scorpio) 🏆📈

This relationship has a strong sense of duty, ambition, and reputation and people see you as a power couple.

Your bond revolves around building something lasting, whether it’s career, status, or a legacy together.

Can feel like there’s too much pressure, but when handled well, this is a respected, long-term partnership.

Some Composite chart aspects:

Venus square Pluto – Intense attraction, but also control issues. One or both people feel possessive, and jealousy can creep in fast. It’s the “I can’t live without you, but I also lowkey want to strangle you” dynamic. If both don’t evolve, it turns into power games.

Moon square Mercury – Feelings vs. words: a never-ending battle. One person says something logical, and the other feels attacked. Miscommunication happens a lot, and if you're not careful, small misunderstandings turn into full-blown emotional shutdowns. This aspect is common if one of them is a non native speaker but fluent in their partner's language or one of them expects the other to read their mind.

Sun opposite Uranus – Relationship unpredictability on steroids. Everything is amazing one day, and the next, someone wants to run away for "freedom." There’s excitement, but also instability—one (or both) people might struggle with commitment.

Pluto conjunct Descendant – This connection changes you. It’s deep, intense, and might feel destined (or inescapable). Power struggles can show up, and once you're in, it's hard to let go. This aspect either transforms the relationship into something profound or pulls you into a psychological tug-of-war.

Mars conjunct Neptune – The chemistry is surreal, but is it real? This can feel like a fever dream—magnetic attraction, insane sexual tension, but also potential confusion, secrecy, or unspoken desires. If one person isn’t upfront about their true intentions, things get messy.

Mercury sextile Uranus – The inside jokes, random deep convos, and slightly weird but hilarious discussions. You’ll never be bored because this relationship thrives on mental stimulation.

Sun conjunct Venus - You two actually like each other. There’s a natural affection, romance feels sweet, and even when life gets hard, you still appreciate each other’s presence.

Moon trine Jupiter – Emotional security + joy. You lift each other up, help each other grow, and always find a way to make the other smile. Feels like home but with extra warmth.

Most long-term marriages I’ve seen in composite charts don’t have planets in the 7th, 4th, 5th, or 8th houses. These couples tend to have little to no drama, and their relationships feel stable rather than intensely emotional. Instead, they usually have a strong 2nd house stellium (shared values, financial security) or a strong 10th house stellium (partnership built on status, goals, and legacy).

On the other hand, planets in the 12th house often indicate hidden relationships, affairs, or a bond that remains private for some reason—it’s not always negative, but it does bring secrecy.

A 6th house stellium can mean long-term commitment, but over time, the relationship can start to feel like a duty rather than passion. Many couples with this placement stay together for kids, stability, or routine rather than deep emotional love.

Here’s the truth about composite charts: A 10th house or 2nd house stellium doesn’t automatically mean a long-term relationship. Stability and longevity depend on whether both people actually want what that composite chart offers. If one person is wired to crave intensity, chaos, or constant excitement (which you’d see in their birth chart), a stable 2nd/10th house dynamic might feel suffocating.

That’s why when reading relationship astrology, we analyze the birth charts first, then synastry, and then the composite. You’ll see celeb couples with these so-called “stable” placements, yet they still divorce after a few years. Why? Because many of them were never into each other romantically as it was just a contract, a business deal. Their birth chart reveals what they’re actually drawn to, which can be totally different from what the composite shows. There's nothing karmic between them just MONEY & EXPOSURE.

🔮 DM me for a synastry and composite chart reading! Check my pinned post for pricing. 💫

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That boy is a problem

Niragi x gn!reader. Headcanons - Niragi as your roommate. Takes place before AiB story. GENERAL MASTERLIST

Having Niragi as your roommate includes:

🚩Having no privacy. This guy has a job in IT and no friends, he's 24/7 at home - working or gaming. He isn't used to having company so he's pretty excited and curious about his roommate. He will keep an eye on you, at first just casually hanging out in common spaces you spend a lot of time in like kitchen or living room, but once he gets comfortable he will just follow you around the house when he's bored. Good luck ignoring him - he will peak at your phone over your shoulder and comment on your personal conversations with people. Wants you to gossip about them with him. If you read a book he mocks some characters, especially if it's a cliche romance book. Niragi would try to make you share earbuds with him as well. Also he has great Wi-Fi but he's online so much all your devices will constantly lag. If you want to watch something on Netflix you have to convince him to watch with you or deal with shitty connection break every 10 minutes. If you guys watch something together he will try to initiate conversation every 10 minutes as well so it's not much better.

🚩 The only time you can just chill with him without him annoying you is when he plays games. He doesn't mind you watching (will flex his great strategy ✨) or even resting your head on his shoulder, but don't talk to him now. He's trying to think. When it's you playing games he will interrupt all the time, criticizing your tactics and advising you on what to do. It pisses you off, but he really knows what he's talking about and points out your mistakes with awful accuracy. BTW he always plays games with full volume and doesn't use headphones, if you ask him to do so he will just say it gives him headache. Thankfully you can't hear this noise upstairs so if you practice playing instruments or just need some silence from time to time you have a place to hide in. He mains Bryan Fury in Tekken btw

🚩Doesn't mind you using his things at all. You forgot to buy toothpaste? Take his, no problem. Your laptop stopped working? Just use his one. Whatever it is from shirts and hair ties to very personal belongings - he can share, but unfortunately he expects you to do the same in return. You just cooked some food? Too bad, he wants some.Oh, you are thirsty and got yourself something to drink? He wants a sip. Yes, from the same cup or bottle you drink from. If you use bonnets he will steal them, secretly wants you to braid his hair. Thankfully when it comes to household chores he is just as good at sharing, he lived alone most of his adult life so feel free to leave things you find unpleasant to him, with one exception. He can't cook for shit. Legit would set the kitchen on fire. If you ask him he might help you take hot things out of oven or wash some veggies.

🚩Niragi has no sense of personal space, so be ready to get tickled or picked up by him out of nowhere,your irritated expression and cute squeaks humor him more than he would admit. Be happy he isn't as unhinged as his Borderlands version or he would lick you just to get reaction out of you. He isn't openly perverted but will regularly visit your bedroom at night for a "sleepover", trying to sleep in one bed with you. Might or might not try to cuddle with you, depending on how much and for how long he knows you.Will touch your things, play with your claw clips and ask you about everything you put on your face during skincare routine.

🚩He hates to be alone and will do anything he can to stop you from moving out, he doesn't care if he hurts somebody in the process. If you try to pack your things some of them will mysteriously disappear, if you try to get a better job that will allow you to make enough money to buy your own place he will sabotage you so you get late for job interview. He doesn't give a shit that he has to pay the bigger part of all the bills cause your part - time job is so underpaid. Don't even try to get a boyfriend that could move you into his own apartment - Niragi will do everything in his power to get you two to break up.Yes, including lying to both of you and making your boyfriend think you don't love him or that you're cheating on him. At one point the way he is always hanging around somewhere near you starts to feel more sad than creepy to you. It's a bit as if he was afraid to ask to be included but desperately craved connection with somebody.Without lowering your guard you just let him approach you for as long as he behaves.

🚩Pre - Borderlands version of Niragi doesn't have the balls to be pushy towards you, or maybe this side of his nature didn't wake up yet, so don't worry about him making an unwanted move on you.Still, he will definitely offer to "cheer you up" in a special way if you have a bad day. He will walk around shirtless and flash his tongue piercing at you to fluster you, might try to convince you to sit on his lap when he plays. You are banned from his room when he works or he would get distracted and nothing would get done, but won't be mad if you bring him food.

🚩Even if most of the time your coexistence is both possible and sometimes even enjoyable, sooner or later his issues will come to the surface, so if you want to live in peace I would suggest convincing him to go to therapy. Sooner or later his fear of rejection and impulsiveness will make your life harder. He doesn't like it when you go out with other friends cause he is once again left all alone, waiting for you to come back, knowing you have option of spending time with other people while he has nobody but you. Niragi is afraid that you only spend time with him because you have to live with him and you will cut him off once you can move out.When he feels insecure he will get extremely pissed off and passive aggressive. If you try to prevent this by treating him differently than usual he will see it as manipulation. Huge trust issues.

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Even after all this time, I am still so fucking unhinged about ✨boothill✨

I wrote a similar idea with Cyno from Genshin, but I just love the idea of a man going feral when their lover (aka YOU 😉) gets injured in any way... or even kidnapped

Boothill would be no different- the moment he sees even the slightest scratch on your cheek, his vision goes black. He's sniffing out the bastard who dared to lay a finger on you, brutal and unwavering in his hunt that lasts from sunup to sundown. He refuses to bend until it ends with a bullet in the asshole's head- what they dared to do to you, he'll do back to them, tenfold.

And heaven forbid you end up kidnapped- a bullet in the brain wouldn't even be enough to atone for the sin of taking you away from him. The blood and gore he would spill will fill oceans; no price is unthinkable for Boothill if it means that you will return to his arms, safe and sound.

And if it's Homecoming y/n, where the two of you only just reunited after believing the other died in the tragedy of your home planet.... They might as well count their days, because they are numbered.

As in, count each second they get to keep breathing- the next one will likely be their last.

He just got you back, after spending all these years believing you to be with his family in the eternal moon lily fields, and just the thought of having you ripped away from his arms once more is enough to break him permanently.

So when he returns to the now-shared ship and you do not rush to welcome him back like you normally do, that immediately sets him on edge. And when he tears the ship apart and finds a ransom note on your bunk instead of your warm body, his cybernetic brain instantly shuts down with the sheer overload of rage and insanity that swarms his neurochip.

A petal on his beloved moon lily has been torn.

A detestable, unforgivable sin.

His body works on overdrive- it helps that he's made of metal, because he works night and day without rest until he tracks down the hideout of those bastards who thought it'd be a smart idea to take you away.

Well, he can't say they're dumb- after all, they just figured out the fastest way to an early grave.

And that's a fact you too know all too well, judging by the bloodcurdling screams echoing through the hallways leading to your cell. In fact, you're almost grateful for the blindfold over your eyes, as there's no doubt blood soaking the metal floors.

The screams slowly begin to die out, one by one, leaving only the dull thud, thud, thud of heeled metal soles headed straight for you. There's a screech of metal, then a metallic warmth surrounding you. The familiar scent of gunpowder and cedar cologne clings to your nose, and you nearly buckle into Boothill's arms, shivering and weeping, clinging onto his shoulders.

"It's alright, now," he coos, making sure to wipe the blood on his hands before scooping you into his arms. "I'm here, moon lily. I ain't goin' nowhere."

(And it wouldn't be me without just the slightest touch of suggestiveness so...)

Clean from the blood and gore, Boothill gently tucks himself under your chin, nuzzling his nose into your neck, trying to remind himself that you're still here, you're still alive, you didn't slip from his fingers yet again.

If you did, only the aeons know what would happen to him.

"You saved me yet again," you coo, rubbing at the crease in his brows. "My hero."

"Sure as fudge don't feel like one," he mumbles, arms wrapping even more tightly around you. "I almost lost you. Again. I swore it wouldn't happen again, but-"

"But nothing. You found me. I'm safe and sound 'cause of you." You kiss the top of his head, moving down to his face to pepper his cheeks and forehead with more light kisses. "My brave cowboy. I'm alive all because of you. I must be the luckiest girl in the world."

Boothill finally melts under your affectionate administrations, tilting his head to meet your lips in a sweet kiss.

But you're wrong. Boothill knows that if anything, he's the one who's the luckiest in the world. You don't hate him for letting you be taken away, nor do you cower from his bloodstained hands. Instead, you embrace him with your soft arms wide open, with your even softer lips pressing hard against his own, and warm hands that tangle though his hair to keep him closer when he tries to pull away and give you some air. He feels the luckiest when you allow him to press against you even tighter, giving him access to the deepest parts of you, letting him see your bashful face, hear your sweet gasps and moans as he comforts you in the best way he knows how.

Boothill will never ask for anything more. All he needs is for you to be right here in his arms, forever his beautiful, strong, resilient moon lily. Forever his.

[reiderwriter]

hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

W/C: ~2k

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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

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Playing With Fire (Part 2) || Coriolanus Snow || Smut

Outline: After working together on an assignment, Coriolanus still can’t seem to get along with her, but that doesn’t stop them from enjoying each other’s company.

Word count: 2’526

Warnings: Mostly unhinged and explicit shameless smut ✨

Author’s note: Here is the 2nd part of this story. It’s also my attempt at writing the requested prompt # 12, hope it’s a good one!

He stood in front of the metallic door leading to the lab, no stranger to the scientific department of the university. He was used to having private conversations with Dr Gaul, benefiting from her reputation and expertise when it came to university matters and his part time involvement in the Hunger Games. This time though, he wouldn’t be facing her alone. He was patiently waiting for her to show up, knowing she had been told the head gamemaker requested to talk to both of them immediately… However, it was taking her a while to get there, a proof that she had no idea what kind of lunatic she was about to speak to.

He anxiously looked around, wondering if the fact that she was running late was going to cost him some points on their assignment, or worst, cause Dr Gaul to lose the hard earned respect she now had for him.

When finally the sound of some heels clicking against the marble floor at the end of the corridor reached his ears, he slightly relaxed his posture. It didn’t take long for him to see a familiar face around the corner, cheeks flushed from rushing up the stairs and hair in a mess. Their eyes met and it served as a greeting, the girl silently taking place next to him in front of the door while adjusting her clothes.

With his hands behind his back, he risked a glance at her, just in time to catch a glimpse of her chest as she fixed the collar of her shirt, instantly giving him flashbacks of their study session and the way she had demonstrated exactly what she liked to him. He remembered how she had squeezed her own boobs, in a way that probably elicited a bit of pain, and how he would have been ready to beg to be the one to touch her like that. He had spent the last few nights thinking about it - about her - to the point that he barely was able to cum in his hand anymore, milking his erection while thinking about her way too often for it to be healthy.

Just seeing her again, feeling her presence next to him was enough to make him hard, a physiological response of his body that he simply couldn’t fight off… Even if the moment definitely wasn’t right.

“You were wrong, it seems our professors and Dr Gaul herself are more interested in my ideas than what you thought.” She said, without looking at him, with a victorious tone that amused him.

He didn’t have time to reply anything, the door opening for them.

Without anyone to welcome them, they stepped inside a large room, where glass cages were on display, filled with the most interesting creatures. Coriolanus was used to it by now, he even had had the privilege to care and learn about some of Gaul’s mutts as part of his training and had his mind set on creating his own muttation to add a bit of action in the next Hunger Games.

But his classmate had no idea what to expect. She surely thought that the creatures on display were some kind of monsters and maybe she was right in a way. But her opinion on the matter wasn’t important, the only thing that Coriolanus really cared about was how she had inched closer to him for reassurance, her arm brushing against his and following his lead with wide eyes observing their surroundings. He stood taller, enjoying the way she was visibly relying on him for protection.

When Dr Gaul appeared from behind a big aquarium filled with flesh eating insects, she jumped in surprise and almost hid behind Coriolanus as the impressive head gamemaker walked up to them.

“Well, well, I must say I wasn’t surprised to see another brilliant idea for my Games signed by Mister Snow but you never seemed very passionate about the subject.” Dr Gaul declared, eyeing her in a way that caused a cold shiver to run down Coriolanus’ spine.

He still remembered what she had done to Clemensia when she suspected that she took advantage of his ideas, was she planning on doing the same to her ? As much as he hated her way of seeing things, he wasn’t sure that he wanted her to get hurt.

“I’m passionate about changing things for the better.“ she said, smartly.

Dr Gaul made a sound but Coriolanus wasn’t sure if she approved or suspected she wasn’t being honest.

“I want another paper on how you’re planning to make your idea work, then my team will take it from there.” She demanded, still busy observing the young woman like some kind of predator. “If we provide better care to those kids, I still want them to be on display somehow for people to place their bets before they enter the arena.”

“Kids ?” She repeated, turning to look at him with a panicked expression. But when she saw him staring right back at the gamemaker, unwavering, she understood.

“I know it’s hard to consider them as children, some of them are so different from us.” Gaul shrugged. “But there’s no better representation of innocence for my games.”

Coriolanus glanced at her, wondering if she was going to protest and attempt to defend her original idea of putting notorious criminals from each district in the arena instead of innocent children but she proved to be smart enough to keep her mouth shut.

“Now chop chop, I’ve got work to do.” The influent woman suddenly exclaimed, waving them out of her lab.

They both turned around and left, a heavy silence settling between them. When finally the door closed behind them, she left out a sigh of relief. But the relief didn’t last long, as soon as she seemed to have put her thoughts back in order, she turned to Coriolanus, glaring at him with fury.

“You said we would go with my idea of sending criminals into the arena for our assignement but you didn’t keep your word!” She accused. She crossed her arms over her chest, visibly upset but all he was able to see was the way it brought her breast up, making them look even more voluminous.

“I still took what you said in consideration by suggesting we give them decent living conditions.” He retorted, which was the truth. He had only presented different points than hers to support this idea.

“Only because you think it’ll make a better show!” She exclaimed, a bit too loudly. Coriolanus nervously glanced in direction of both ends of the corridor before answering.

“And so what ? It’s still an improvement for them, it means 23 of them will experience a comfortable bed, good food and care before dying In the arena, it’s an honorable reward for their sacrifice.”

“It’s not and you know it!”

After taking another look around, weary that they might be spied on, he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in direction of a door further away.

“What are you…” She started, trying to free herself from his grip but his time as a peacekeeper clearly gave him an advantage on her. “Don’t touch me…”

He only let go of her once he had shoved her inside the bathroom and closed the door behind them. He took a look at the three stalls, making sure none were occupied before focusing his attention back on the young woman, still fuming with rage in front of him.

“I don’t think this is the kind of conversation you want to have so close to Dr Gaul’s office. In fact, I don’t think this is the kind of conversation we should have at all.” He explained, standing tall in front of her, blocking her inside.

“Why ? Because pleading for the Capitol to stop sacrificing children is an act of treason ?” She snapped, shaking her head.

“It should be.” He retorted, feeling the little patience he had left fading away.

“I don’t understand why someone like you, who has so much power and the ability to charm anyone, refuses to stand up for what is right. You really are a coward.”

“A coward ?” He repeated, taking a step closer so that his threatening silhouette could tower over her as a warning for her to shut up before taking it too far. “You had the opportunity to tell Gaul exactly what you think of her games and yet you stayed quiet, nodding and smiling like a good girl. So who’s really a coward between the two of us ?”

Coriolanus always believed that he had fairly good reflexes, however he didn’t see it coming when she slammed her hand across his face, a stinging pain immediately setting his cheek on fire. He huffed, fixing his pale blue eyes to her and trying to suppress his primal instinct to defend himself.

Her face suddenly shifted from pure and uncontrolled rage to a saddened guilt, eyes desperately searching his before she launched herself into his arms and crashed her lips on his, hungrily kissing him as a way to let out all her pant up emotions.

Even if it took him by surprise, he didn’t push her away, his hands finding her hips and pulling her even closer against his body as he reciprocated the feverish kiss.

She placed her hand on the back of his neck, tugging his face closer and he felt the bit of restraint he still managed to keep on himself melt away. Was she giving him an opportunity to show her that he could do better than her toy ? Or maybe she had been as haunted by their study session as he still was ? Regardless of what it was, he was determined to not let such a chance slip away from him.

He guided her to the sink until the back of her legs pressed against it. Then, he momentarily broke their hungry kiss to lean down and grip her thighs, lifting her up and placing her on the edge of the sink in front of him. His hands disappeared under her skirt and she shivered in reaction to his gentle but cold touch. Once he felt the lace fabric of her panties under his fingertips, he tugged it down her legs, helping her take one leg out and carelessly letting the delicate piece of lingerie hang over her other ankle.

He forced her to pull her legs back slightly, pushing them against her chest because that’s how he had imagined he would fuck her if he ever had the chance to. It was how she had positioned herself while using her toy, a scene that has been playing through his head day and night since. Even if there were many different ways he wanted to thrust his cock inside her, he knew that for the sake of his sanity, this was the best place to start.

He looked down at the bulge in his pants, this time determined to let it free instead of enduring the irritation of constricted fabric over his growing erection. His pants dropped to his knees, his cock gloriously standing up, rigid and throbbing with desire.

He smiled at the way she stared at his length, with wide eyes and mouth slightly hung open.

“Does it look familiar ?” He chuckled, pumping his cock a few times in his hand to help it grow even harder and bigger.

She didn’t say anything, simply spreading her legs wide open in front of him, as a silent invitation to do with her as he pleased. He still felt amused by the mix of emotions that passed on her face as he stepped closer, as if she couldn’t believe that she was about to take his cock inside her already wet and needy pussy.

She leaned back, pressing her back against the mirror behind her as he gently pushed his tip into her, his gaze focused on what he was doing. She gasped and he kept slowly pushing himself in, the feeling of her warm folds engulfing his erection even better than what he had imagined it would be.

He buried himself all the way in, both of them gasping at the sensation. He knew she would take him in easily - after all, she was already trained to perfectly accommodate his size - but he never thought it would be this intense for him.

He slowly rocked his hips to get his cock sliding back and forth inside her, causing her to gasp a few more times as he already tensed and fought the urge to cum right away. He didn’t want this to be over, not this quickly, and especially not before proving her that he was capable of giving her more pleasure than her toy ever could. Who knew, maybe she’d like it so much that she’d use him as her new toy whenever she was in need of relief ?

When he finally felt able to peel his eyes away from the spectacle of his cock repeatedly plunging inside her, he reached for her shirt, popping a few buttons open with one habile hand so that he could have a better view of how her boobs were moving in synch with his thrusts.

“Maybe we should move to the stall, what if someone walks in on us ?” She said, breathless from how much the force of his thrusts had increased.

“Didn’t you say you liked the idea of strangers watching you getting mercilessly fucked ?” He replied, a smirk on his lips as her body tensed in reaction to his words, proving that she enjoyed the possibility so much that it was about to push her over the edge. “I wouldn’t mind either, as long as I’m the only person allowed to shove my cock inside you.”

She moaned, louder than what she ever did, feeling herself slipping away into bliss. She closed her eyes, completely losing control over how loudly she enjoyed herself, reaching the peak of her pleasure so violently that her whole body shook.

Her walls tightened around his shaft, so tightly that it forced him to stop his thrusts and immobilize his body as hers contracted around him and she cried out his name once again except that, this time, he really was the reason why she felt so good. His cock instantly reacted by shooting loads of warm cum inside her, until his balls were left empty.

He tried to catch his breath, suddenly feeling dizzy from the intensity of the orgasm that seized him. He held himself to the sink under her still shaking body, and gently pulled his spent cock out of her, a ribbon of his sticky seed still connecting his tip to her glistening folds.

“You could have had the curtesy to pull out.” She complained, her chest still heaving and her legs still numb.

“Sorry.” Was all he managed to say, even though he wasn’t sorry at all. There was something utterly satisfying in knowing that he had filled her up with his load, marking her as his, if only for a moment.

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Small blurb of somethin'

Yan!Reader trying to convince(gaslight)yan! Damian.

But his pov💅✨

Try to find which one is more manipulative!(⁠^⁠^⁠)

Nah but frl Im just doing this for my own want bc there is nothing to do😢 and reader has a power(that vamp thing from my other fic)

Warnings!; violence(typical), blood, yan!reader trying to act nonchalant😔, damian isnt aged up in this ver, fluff, gaslighting/coaxing, CRINGE DIALOG!, damian thinking its probly just girl stuff(and also damian forcing to knock out reader) very sweet couple moments, gross sad reader, sassy damian, insecure reader

"I am the only friend you need." You said to him one randomly while cuddling with him in his room(which you broke into but he stopped caring when it kept happening for a month, still grumbles about it but doesnt really lock his windows anymore because of it.)

"but I dont have any friends." He just threw at you casually which confused you, seeing as your head tilted her head to him like some confused dog. "Why? Isnt jon your friend??" Suddenly asking, he was but he knew well.

"do you see him as a threat to us?" Well that made you pause for a moment, not really... He doesnt like damian and from what you heard last time he already has a boyfriend. Letting out a soft sigh, damian has a point, it seems like he always does which somewhat annoyed you. "No... Not really. But why wouldnt people be your friend? Your so kind, rich, handsome, smart, talented and giving—"

But before you could rant further his finger pressed your lips. "To you I am, to you I'm kind and all the things you see that others don't." He said matter of factly, making you scoff. How dare he insinuate you arent stating the obvious! Thats when he added. "But your still right about the wealthy, handsome, smart and talented part." A haughty sarcastic smile twitching on his face making you glare.

There was that familiar sass you knew.

But it all wasnt cuddles and banter, sometimes you got to way ahead of yourself and him. But it is for him, there isnt any reason besides securing your place in his heart, it felt like you werent doing enough.

It repeated in your head as you chopped the limbs off and put it in a bag, sure you were done bleeding them out so it wouldnt smell so bad or weigh so much but that wasn't what you're worried about!

Biting the skin of your lips after wrapping the smaller parts in plastic before putting them in a paint can, you had been in your bathroom for so long— your parents were away so it was the perfect timing.

But why her!?

A week you werent keeping an eye on him and then BOOM! Some random blondie who was wayy too close for comfort. Having seen him in the library sitting together, you wanted to surprise him with a key chain you made of him and you.

It wasnt how different she was from you or how prettier she was, it was that pit in your stomach telling you that you werent enough for him. Damian wayne.

I mean who are you kidding?!

You were a nobody before meeting him, the way you finally got out of your way to be social and know and befriend people to keep tabs in different perspectives. he was everything. And you it was a little laughable how pathetic you were at times; killing the girl out of your own bitter jealousy was the lowest you have ever been.

Degrading thoughts spew as did your paranoia, but at least that girl was here on your tub where she wouldnt try to seduce him.

That fucking succubi deserved this!

Your teeth had gritted, not realizing he was inside your apartment whilst you were in the bathroom scrubbing away and pouring bleach and vinegar to mask the stench of death and blood.

He was getting a little antsy, you hadnt replied to any of his messages since yesterday, what the hell are you even doing? How dare you ignore him. Was he even something relevant? But no answer when he called.

He cursed after waiting for the clock to strike where he usually ends patrol, itching to go back to your house to confront you on why the heck you were ghosting him suddenly.

Well he was never the most patient man out there.

But he was loyal and caring.

In his sick way.

Thats what you loved so much about him.

He hadnt panicked when he saw you, stuffing her body in plastic like a meat store. You both had a hushed argument as he didnt even bother to look and kept going back and forth with you.

"you promised! You promised no more killings!" He was practically fuming, his eyes were probably blood shot with how angry at was right now, not just because you broke your promise on killing people but also now dont know where the hell to bury this person!

"I did it all for you! And why were you with this chick when I was gone for just ONE WEEK!" it was clear you were freaking out, how your voice rose and how you hit his chest when he grabbed into an embrace. Or what you thought—

"your such an ass hole–" muttering, something soft pricking the back of your neck. Instantly your body felt heavier and your breathing laboured. Was it poison?? Taking the small dart out from where he plucked.

"what are you–" he shushed you, dragging you away from the scene after taking off your gloves and carrying you back to bed.

"your an insolent brat," he scolded your unconscious body before adding. "Now I have to get rid of this, I cant risk you being caught with your own incompetency." His voice sneered with venom, a hidden care within his words if you were still ever awake.

So with that he left, in a car he had and how he had to get rid of the evidence somehow; he did know the ups and downs, the garbage incinerator will do just fine then.

He didnt flinch when having to see blood again, but he did feel guilty for letting some poor girl die because of your jealousy, but then again he also would never think to report.

It's just one girl.

He wouldnt let it happen again if he could, besides it was better than last year.

It feels like I made my own personal brain rott with how my head hurts making this but the saga must go on😭

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Thoughts on the live action one piece

Spoilers 😉

Yes, I binged all 8 episodes, and have work today and can’t see out my eyes but worth it.

I’ll try to keep it short.

Luffys character was immaculate. The way Inaki portrayed him and brought this man to life was so amazing to see. Oda really saw Luffy in him and he did not disappoint. The moves looked great, CGI was on point for a live action, and they really did break the curse.

Zoro’s character was beautiful. I love that he was more serious, and him throwing up the finger in his first scene?! I’m star struck. You can say what you want about the live action, but theres no denying this cast was perfect for these characters and the fight scenes were choreographed to the point where it looked so clean.

Nami 🥳 The emotion! The conflict! I absolutely love the way she had more action scenes and was more open with her care for the crew early on. Nami has always been my favourite character, and Emily did her justice.

I will be listening to her song on repeat.

Ussop! Ussop! Are you serious! Why do I love you in every reality! And Ussop and Kaya! The kiss! The scream I let out! I died😵‍💫 I wish he had more shooting scenes, but his true potential wasn’t seen until later in the anime so I can’t complain, cause season two Ussop is gonna pop off.

Sanji���� First off, live action Sanji has a hold on me😮‍💨 Like what happened to the guy who couldn’t get any girls. Ngl, was keeping an eye out for the blonde at table 8, looking out for my competition👀 His kicks were so smooth and all, and I mean ALL, his fight scenes were perfect. Like how did they do this. You can see the care and effort he put into his character.

Buggy? I love our unhinged clown. His making a circus with trapped towns people. His CGI? Amazing. The little goof we were left with when they trapped his parts in the chest made me cackle!

The pacing of the show was done so well. I was worried that 8 episodes wouldn’t be enough (and I was right where’s season two I want Vivi), but the retelling was more then I hoped for. I will always love the anime more, as most of us know there’s not enough episodes in the series, but the live action did great in that respect. I did miss some of the characters they had to cut to make it flow better though. The ussop pirates live on in our hearts

Don’t get me wrong, there was some scenes I missed from the original show, like Zoro lifting Luffy’s cage, Nami burning her hands on Buggys cannon fuse, Nami stabbing Ussop. BUT, they wouldn’t have fit in this version of the show.

They did give us Zoro lifting the safe like he did Luffys cage which was cool. And Nami holding Ussops hand when Zoro was fighting, Nami showing up for the fight rather then leaving. I love her. Even though Nami didn’t get to show her care through the actions of saving Zoro or stabbing her own hand, she was still able to show those emtions through different actions. The hand holding with Ussop rather then the stabbing of her hand was so good to see. This version of Nami seemed more fragile in a way, so this suited her version well.

It was like watching One Piece for the first time all over again. I didn’t know what would happen. Getting more marines, and Garps relationship to Luffy being revealed so early in the series to cause tension within the crew *chef’s kiss* And Koby? ‘Be a good pirate.’? Like I love you? Not doing what Garp asked? Standing up for his beliefs? You are going to be a good Marine. You’ll be the greatest 💕

The relationships they explored?

First off Ussop and Kaya 😵 I love them so much. Them talking to the straw hats about their relationship was so cute, and Zoro saying it wasn’t his area of expertise 💅🏻✨ Jokes 👀

Nami being besties with Kaya😍 Her telling Kaya not to let someone tell her how to run her life, drawing connections to her own situation, telling Kaya not to be trapped. Her returning the treasure! I loved it so much. Ussop’s and Nami’s friendship has always been the one I cherished in the crew, and for Nami to support Kaya, and Ussop to see how Nami was good to his girl I feel will only strengthen their relationship.

Nami and Zoro besties? Didn’t know I could love them more.

Nami caring so much for Zoro after his fight with Mihawk showed her love for her new friends, and mirrored her care she had in the original series where she saved him from drowning at Arlong park. Even though we didn’t get the original scenes, they were supplemented with new scenes that held the same feelings.

Zosan- I mean Zoro and Sanji. The wings of the pirate king? I love their bickering in any universe it seems. The fish men fight was so good, them being unbothered with the guys trying to kill them as they fought with each other was so them. And Zoro licking his plate clean and saying Sanji’s food was okay? Not bad for a waiter huh?

And the most important pair. Captain and his first mate. I just loved how many times they reiterated that Zoro is Luffys right hand man 🥰 Luffy not stepping in the way of Zoros dream was beautiful, and his care afterwards reminded me of how he cared for Nami when she got sick in the original series. Asking Sanji to cook his favourite? So cute. He couldn’t decide if it was best for Zoro to eat or sleep or drink and him stressing for Zoro. All amazing. I’ve used amazing so many times but its just the word I need to explain it. Zoro waking up, Luffy engulfing him. I could go on and on.

Nami and Luffy? The amount of love I have for them. They were everything I wanted from them. The scene. THE scene. Beautiful.

I could go on and on about this show, but sadly I have work. Please show this version love, and don’t go into expecting the same series. It is different. It’s its own version and deserves its own category.

I love the cast! Thank you for making history with this adaptation! Xx

[katyspersonal]

The MAIN cast of Elden CRING, a HIT game by FromSLOP ✨

Mommyrika - The sweetest, the nicest, the kindest, the loveliest and the most beautiful person in the entire Lands Between, no, in the entire universe that The Greater Whim created! :3 All she wants is for everyone to be happy and have a nice tea party! Everyone is so mean to her for no reason smh when she is just trying to be a good mother! >_< You can't even TELL that she is a mother because she is so petite and innocent and child-like! Despite her horrible trauma she didn't let it break her from being such a perfect ray of sunshine for everyone!

Chadagohn - Some absolute jerk that Greater Whim personally shoved into Marika's being out of pure spite, who doesn't know how to do anything but being oppressive and ruining everything! He lives just to randomly decide to start wars lmao no matter how much Mommyrika tried to fix him. He did literally every bad thing during the time Golden Order existed and Mommyrika was not able to do anything against him because of his super powerful gigachad aura clashing with her kind and soft one, however, she heroically tried to take the blame for his actions upon herself! Shame that some misogynists won't see through the charade, some of ya'll are weirdly obsessed with "giving female character agency" as long as it is about something bad 😭

Miq Griffin - I don't actually know if I got his last name right I just remember it started with 'griff-' lmao but he is just some evil manipulator that also likes to randomly reverse-groom already vulnerable people because he is eeeevil :3 Miq Griffin even has been pretending to care about his family and those who Chadagohn oppressed all to create a cult of crazy simps that will praise his name! He is ABSOLUTELY a child of his father Chadagohn but how the FUCK someone as pure as Mommyrika produced this manipulative monster? Well, it is because Chadagohn was not letting Mommyrika raise Miq Griffin at all by keeping her away with his gigachad aura.

Hellbent (race) - A race so evil and unhinged that as soon as even their infants are born their first words are "DEATH FOR INNOCENT", and only then "mom" or "dad". They are named this because they're so hellbent on spreading EVIL just because they can for no apparent reason like trap of corrupt religious cult or lagging behind culturally that nothing could cure them but Total Hellbent Death. They are literally SO evil that Fail God himself had enough of them and tried to obliterate them but got distracted to curse Mommyrika instead because her good vibes piss people off. But then Hellbent didn't think she had enough and cursed people that lived under her reign with OWEN Curse that makes your body sprout CROISSANTS and also spew some FIRE like if you were an owen. Just because they could do it and because they're EVIL and everything KIND and bright (like Mommyrika) makes them angry.

Mommy Boyssmer - The Mommyrika's most special mommy's boy that she loved more than her other children because he was the most disabled! He heroically took it upon himself to rid the world of Hellbent's evil just so nobody would dare to think Mommyrika is capable of negative emotions but somehow weird Hellbent's sympathisers still assigned the holy mission of Croissant-sade to her name because they're misogynists 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️ He is such a softie you can tell Mommyrika's kindness rubbed off on him, but people want him dead not because of his actions but because he is a snek! Well Weirdtree does have a bias against sneks but it was Chadagohn's fault it exists. What a shame. Hopefully someday Hellbent will be dead so he can reunite with the only person that ever cared for him :3 Well he is also engaged with Irrel-levana, but Irrel-levana is actually just a brainless puppy-eyed Mommyrika's simp with no agency or ideology that only wants to marry him for Mommyrika's peace and happiness!

Mor-Goat and Momg - Two Owens and just other victims of the curse of Hellbent, as well as Chadagohn and Miq Griffin respectively. Well yeah you think they did something bad, like hunting Vargramnished for sport or kidnapping them (and some others) to indoctrinate them into evil blood cult? Wake up, all of this is just because Chadagohn demanded oppressing Owens and Mommyrika could do nothing to protect her own children from his gigachad wishes, and then Miq Griffin brainwashed Momg too into doing all this for a good measure! They're otherwise very sweet and chill and soft people who really just want a hug! Actually this whole time they wanted to hug Vargramnished they've met but Chadagohn's orders + Miq Griffin's charms respectively didn't let them and twisted their love into something eeeeeevil!

Libe-ranni or Ranni the Bitch - An enigmatic figure whose motivations remain unclear because of FromSLOP's shitty writing where they can't even explain their own characters normally :/ Because of this, some believe she is a hero who eliminated some nasty people to overthrow Chadagohn's and Greater Whim's awful plans to make everyone suffer for some reason, when others are just seething at the girlboss winning and believe she is an evil manipulator and schemer who just hated everything good. Some say she killed Forgotwyn because he was actually cringe and eeeeevil under guise of radiant kind boy, as evidenced by someone as evil as Miq Griffin admiring him, other say that Forgotwyn offered himself as willing sacrifice but FORGOT that a bunch of other Demigods would be killed too lmao rofl. Well Elden Cring is not a place for morally grey, complicated or machiavellian characters anyway smh so pick your camp (but also if you pick wrong you are a media illiterate looser :3).

Forgotwyn - A character that FromSLOP fucking abandoned after having built up soooooOOOOO much shit for him to be important!!!! We got literally NOTHING about Forgotwyn in the base game, are you fucking kidding me?! All they did with him was to just add a questline and whole ending focused on him, elaborated him in the story of Miq Griffin and Melanea with a plan to revive him and conclusion of Miq Griffin giving up and just wishing him true death and made him the reason for a whole political allyship and school of magic in the setting! Why do they hate this character so much and refuse to elaborate on him?! Fromslop has tremendous disrespect for its fans smh

Godfreak - Really the most pathetic character who only exists as the laughing stock despite what some weirdos that can't read subtexts will cope with LMAOOOO 😭😭😭 He even hunts Vargramnished just like Mor-Goat but at least Mor-Goat had an excuse upon being oppressed by Chadagohn's Order, what is Godfreak's excuse huh? He can't accomplish anything and isn't worth anything and he is ugly and also stinks and also the worst lover ever flowers wilt when he enters the room milk goes bad when he enters the room people on the portraits become animated just to turn away from him when he enters the room mirrors shatter just to not reflect his ugly ass face all while he is also so pathetic that he literally can ONLY steal shit! He stole his Great Rune shard, he stole the castle he is in, he even stole his family name and he is not ACTUALLY a part of the Golden Lineage because how can someone so UGLY and PATHETIC descend from Mommyrika? Clearly he is not a Demigod but just lying to everyone to be worth anything at all because he is worth nothing HAHAHA LOOK GUYS HE IS SO SHIT HAHAHA POINT AND LAUGH AT HIM GUYS HE IS SOOOO DISGUSTING HE IS NOT WORTH THE TIME OF THE DAY HE WILL NEVER HAVE BITCHES GRAFTED SCIONS WERE ALSO SOME HE STOLE JUST TO LIE THAT SOMEONE SLEPT WITH HIM BUT WHO WILL BELIEVE THIS LIE LMAOOOOOO HE IS SO PATHETIC AND INCAPABLE THAT HE HAD TO RIP A DRAGON'S HEAD OFF JUST TO PUT UP ANY FIGHT AND IT WAS STILL PATHETIC AND NOT BECAUSE HE IS THE FIRST 'TRUE' BOSS IT IS BECAUSE HE SUCKS DELETE HIM FROM FAMILY PORTRAITS OF DEMIGODS RESTORE THE TRUTH IN THE NAME OF OUR FRIEND CANNOT HAIGHT

Vargramnished - It is actually a whole type of people and not just one person, but they get their title because for some weird reason their most prominent member is Vargram. Nobody knows how he managed to escape his imprisonment at the Roundtable, lose his iconic sword and outfit, go live overseas, then be brought back in the Lands Between, be picked by Current and then upon his adventures even fight himself at some point but just roll with it I guess lol.

F and Dia - A few of characters who are just another example of overpresent misogyny tropes in Fromslop's works because God forbid woman does anything 🙄 Those Who Chill in Death are just some nice people who enjoy chill existence without soul, they aren't miserable they just act like I do when I have classes early in the morning lmao tf are you talking about?! But F can't stand them existing because he is just a raging bigot and kills people who just try to be happy. Honestly he should have been born amongst Hellbent with how much he craves blood of innocent 🤦‍♂️ At least Dia like a good wholesome mother that she is will protect everyone, huge shame that F (the other F) could not see the reasoning in her hunting his equally bigoted brother and got butthurt lol! The other F should have been called L instead because this is what he needs to hold xD

Cringeon Oof-nir - Just some pathetic dude that doesn't actually know shit lmao, he clearly didn't read all these books but was just browsing through them for pictures because he is a dumbass and can't read lol XD All the stuff he's telling us should not be taken as legit trait of his character come on, Fromslop simply needed a way to dump exposition on us, why they'd write a smart well informed character? As for the insane variety of the spells he's using, again, Fromslop just needed a way to still showcase the spells they've programmed in case if players correctly miss out on them because there is only one valid build to play (source: an argument I had on Reddit)! If they wanted to write a smart character then why he didn't know that one thing he didn't until we helped??? Clearly it is because he is actually a moron, also lazy fence sitter who is just using us! Gideon the All-Coping! Hahaha!

The Greater Whim - Somehow despite being a literal force that created existence itself and life and universe it is petulant enough to descend to very specific pocket of existence only to screw over Mommyrika as it ALSO can't stand her just vibing and being happy, or screw over other people. Everything bad assigned to Mommyrika that can't be blamed on Chadagohn is blamed on the Greater Whim. This is so sad how Mommyrika literally never has a choice and is always forced to do bad stuff because everyone except for her just wants to do evil smh >_<

Melanea - Ok I've mentioned that Mommyrika will love the afflicted child more than a healthy one by proxy uhhh. I've had a piece of paper where absent lore on Melanea in this regard was written but I gave it to the person who thinks everything above is super interesting and compelling writing so they can roll another bong :/ But from all evidence we were given Chadagohn probably used his chad power to keep Mommyrika away from Melanea and not let her care for her smh. And as if that was not enough, Miq Griffin always had her brainwashed. Melanea only was so loyal to him and had faith in him because she was under his spell. It was obvious, wasn't it? Who could ever genuinely love someone as evil and scheming as Miq Griffin anyway? The bastard even created a statue of him and Melanea hugging just so people would not see through his evil manipulative master plan! Eh female characters in Fromslop's works can't have agency anyways, really wish Melanea and others were kept far away from cringe evil men (not Mommy Boyssmer tho, he is good because Mommyrika's love saved him before Chadagohn sabotaged it :3)

[rwrbficrecs]

Thanks for all the love on the recent Readers' Choice list ✨ The May faves are a little late but hope you all enjoy these recs 💕

you turned a moment (into forever) by viciouslyqueer (book-verse)

@suseagull04: Think of the fluffiest bedsharing fic you've ever read and combine it with a college roommates AU, and you have this fic! I can't stress enough just how soft this fic is, this is the perfect fic for if you need a quick pick-me-up!

running through my mind all day by allthelovesaved (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Henry rarely, if ever, jogs. It's not something that interests him. That is until he stumbles upon Alex's TikTok profile (thanks, Pez!!). Alex, a passionate runner, shares his knowledge in a captivating way. Coincidentally, he's also the brother of Henry's colleague June, who convinces him to join their "group running thing"... This sweet, sweet story is fluffy and funny, very soft and a little silly (says the author), and it just made me very, very happy.

Wit and Wisdom by @pridepages (book-verse)

@heysweetheart-writes: A window into the future of "Little Matters" my absolute favorite story. Im so in love with this family and happy to see the woman Cat has become and how much of Alex she carries with her. I cried and laughed and EJ left me wanting more of them as usual. If you haven't read Little Matters yet, what are you doing with your life?? Haha

hymns down your sides by @smc-27 (book-verse)

@na-dineee: One of my favourite authors delivers yet again! Henry, a refined boyband veteran in his mid-30s, meets wild, lately kind of self-destructive boyband star Alex. Henry can't probably save him, but maybe he can give him a push in the right direction? This story put me through the emotional wringer. So many feelings, so much hurt, and the chemistry - absolutely gripping!

the poem you make of me by @omgcmere (book-verse)

@suseagull04: The riches found within this fic know no bounds! It's a writer Henry AU that maintains a lot of the same themes as the book (which it coveys just as well), but it adds another layer of heart with the fact that in this verse, Henry is not just a writer, but a poet.

Savasana by @iboatedhere (book-verse)

@na-dineee: Lawyer Alex has hit a low point in his career. The situation is absolutely not pretty, and understandably, Alex is skeptical about whether yoga can fix it, as June suggests. Can yoga instructor Henry straighten things out for Alex? - Alex pulls one Alex after another - it gave me whiplash in the best possible way! The story is very touching and sweet, also absolutely hilarious at the same time !! So fun to read !!

Henry Fox, All-American Hero by @tintagel-or-cockleshells (book-verse)

@suseagull04: This is an AU of a book I loved in middle school, so not only did it give me so much nostalgia, but it has all the quirkiness of RWRB too! Alex in this is so mischievous and sweet, and I love it!

A Wretched Beginning by @royalasstronaut (book-verse)

@dot524: This was a fun romp — forbidden relationship, college/academic AU, tension and angst, and loads of longing. Henry is Alex’s TA and um… things happen. Oh, and they may also be connected in other mysterious ways.

Pleasant Melody by @clottedcreamfudge (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: Love at first sight that feels magical in otherworldly way is one of my favourite kinds of love stories. And this fic is a spectacular example! Henry is a pirate, Alex is a very special siren, they shouldn't make sense but they do. The longing is excellent and I would gladly read ten more fics based on the same concept.

Meant to Be Yours by @affectionatelyrs & @happiness-of-the-pursuit (book-verse)

@zwiazdziarka: Definitely one of the most unhinged fics I've read in this fandom. (Warning: proceed with caution!) Alex loves Henry, Henry doesn't know Alex exists. Alex's dream is of course to meet Henry and his attempts to do so are... worrying. Second-hand embarrassment hits hard, highly recommend!

check out our past Monthly Faves here ❤️

[dakusan]

Vampire SKZ was not something I knew I needed until you started showing up in my dash (a gift I will be thanking the Tumblr gods for for a long, long time).

Your writing is delicious. And your music? Divine. So if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna devour everything you've ever written. While listening to your songs. Love a blog that comes with a soundtrack. Okay wow, that sounded more obsessively unhinged than I meant it too. Oops.

I'm pacing myself as I work through your words, because I don't want to irritate you with spam likes. But bloody hell, hah, punny, resisting is proving difficult.

Some people write. You craft.

Hrm, this is turning into quite the sappy little love letter, isn't it? I'll stop for now.

I have a Vampire!SKZ question.

I haven't finished reading through everything yet (avoiding the spam) so I apologise and beg your forgiveness if I've missed this somewhere, but I'm desperate to know:

How would they react if someone tried to feed on their blood doll.

Is it even possible? Would anyone be so stupid? What are the consequences? Would it affect the bond between them and y/n? Does this mean that blood dolls can be used as hostages and bargaining chips? Am I asking too many questions?

That's definitely too many questions, I apologise.

I hope the night finds you well and that your inspiration runs forever,

🦪

🦪 ANON… oh you pearl of devotion, you lil sappy menace, you velvet-voiced fever dream — do you think I’m gonna read that love letter and NOT lose my entire gothic little mind???

You’re spoiling me and I’m going to start expecting handwritten letters sealed in wax at this point 😭🖤

You said "a blog that comes with a soundtrack" and now I’m sobbing into my wineglass full of metaphorical blood and distortion FX. Please devour everything. That’s why it’s there. Consume me like I’m a morally grey vampire princess in silk robes. I’ll allow it.

Now. To your EXCELLENTLY unhinged question.

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❓“What happens if someone tries to feed on their blood doll?”

They don’t try. Because the moment they think about trying, their bones start shaking. Their vision goes red. Because—

💀 It is one of the highest taboos in the vampire world.

Especially among Abnormals. Blood dolls are sacred. Marked. Claimed. Scent-locked. Aura-encoded. You don’t touch someone else’s blood bond. You don’t even look too long unless you’re ready to die in a poetic, horrifyingly creative way.

🩸 If someone’s stupid enough to try? Oh baby… they’re not walking away.

Bang Chan? You’re not just dying. You’re vanishing. Erased from history. The doll won’t even remember you existed. He’ll rewrite the narrative like a god.

Minho? Your death will be ceremonial. Beautiful. Ritualistic. He’ll pour your blood into the soil and whisper blessings over your severed limbs.

Changbin? Snaps your spine like a toothpick. No questions. Straight-up berserker rage.

Hyunjin? You’ll be dragged into a dreamscape and torn apart piece by piece until you cry in a language you don’t know.

Jisung? Oh, he’ll act confused and scared—then gut you like a fish while smiling and humming your blood doll’s favourite song.

Felix? Sunlight in his eyes, death in his smile. You won’t even see it coming. He’ll look like an angel as he unmakes you.

Seungmin? Cold. Efficient. He’ll kill you and file paperwork after.

Jeongin? He’s still learning. But that boy’s got rage underneath. You try touching his doll, and something ancient wakes up. You’ll regret it. Severely.

✨ Consequences? YES. A failed feeding attempt may damage the bond. Dolls are emotionally linked, biologically rewritten, and territorially marked. If another vampire tries to feed on them, it can cause:

blood rejection

sensory trauma

bond destabilization

feral feedback in the original mate

and in extreme cases? Bond fracture or death.

And yes—blood dolls can 100% be used as bargaining chips. Hostages. Pawns. Their value is enormous. But the risk? UNHOLY. You better be ready to burn the world down with them, because their bonded vampire will.

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TOO MANY QUESTIONS? BFFR. This is Vampire SKZ. There is no such thing.

Thank you for your brain. Your words. Your glorious taste in unhinged lore. You are now part of the bloodbound court.

May your night be haunted, and your thirst be fed 🖤🕯️

[elsa-fogen]

What's your favorite Icy moment?

I'M GLAD YOU ASKED. BEWARE, LONG POST, FULL OF LOVE FOR ICY AND SCREENSHOTS (mostly from the second film)

Episode 10 season 2, moment where they're solving the puzzle to get the codex

Well, it's more like favorite moment for all the Trix, i guess, but especially Icy because she says "i love you" to Darcy, then threatens to fucking kill her lmao, DODGES THE ATTACKS, KILLS SKY, and solves the damn puzzle like a queen.

This is what pops in my head when i think of a "favorite Icy moment"

Tho before I rewatched, i'd say that it's season 3 episode 1. Actually, this is still iconic Icy moment and I love it just as much (can't say the same about the rest of season 3...)

Like. First of all, who was that genius that said, hmm yes, let's send ICE witch in the ICE prison, sure nothing can go wrong! Second, Icy is SLAYING. Her line after she frees herself... It still echoes in my head in russian, because that's how i first heard this moment. Then

Just look at her and look at Darcy and Stormy. SHE'S SLAYING AND HAVING FUN.

ALSO I LOVE (and hate) moment from season 2 where she freezes Tecna second before she transforms. I love it because like SLAY, as you SHOULD, BUT I HATE IT BECAUSE IT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN. Like the winx always have fucking plot armor, and when they don't - this happens.

I actually love every moment of her being unhinged, and every moment of her using too much power for something that doesn't need THIS much effort. Like in episode 2 she was trying to blast the winx and burry them under the snow and like, half of Magix could see the light from it. Girl they are just freshments, you don't need to be so extra. Or in the next episode where she creates the damn iceberg to freeze Bloom (AND SHE MISSED this is funny and not offensive to her character because Bloom just got lucky) OR WHEN SHE FREEZES THE LAKE AND CREATES PILLAR OF ICE AS TALL AS FREAKING CLOUD TOWER IN THE FIGHT WITH BLOOM. Like. Yes. She's so damn powerful and doesn't afraid to show it. (Like Darcy and Stormy were exhausted much faster and they didn't use nearly as much magic as Icy) (season 3 did her dirty and i hate it. >:\) (season 3 lobotomized the trix, fuck this season) WELL EVEN IN SEASON 3 I REMEMBER ONE MOMENT where she was trying to find pixie village and was just FREEZING THE WHOLE FOREST? And when she's like getting mad and her power thickens in the air, like, how FAR can it go??

She's so extra.

OH ALSO.

The second film. Every second of her being on screen. God damn i love this film, let me fill this post with screenshots from it (PLEASE GIVE ME THIS DAMN MOVIE IN 4K 😭😭) (Also WHY DIDN'T THEY KEEP THIS STYLE IN 3D. IF THEY DID I WOULDN'T DROP SEASON 5, I'D EVEN WATCH THE THIRD MOVIE, WHY WHY WHY...) (In the perfect world winx reboot has this style and it slays.)

I WISH SHE STEPPED ON ME WITH THEM HEELS

BTW fun fact about this moment. In russian we have 2 versions of "you" - singular ("ты"), which is used for casual talks like with friends and people you know very well; and plural ("вы"), which can also be used as singular for people you respect or don't know too well (your boss, older people and like that). using "ты" talking to someone older than you or someone you don't know counts as disrespect. So the fact is, in this scene Icy uses "вы" talking to the king. Idk why, i just think it's funny detail. She'll threaten his life and demand something, but with respect ✨✨

Her casual outfit is kinda shiny lol

This is how you transform with style ✨

Also they have shield around them in this moment, smart move (i'm sure it's a shield) even if winx are too slow to use this moment to attack them

(btw, i love how Darcy from a nerd turns into... this. if they were real there's like 60-70% chance that i fr wouldn't recognize her)

She got hit in the back, and had quick enough thinking to grab stella and drop her too, QUEEN

SHOULD I EVEN SAY ANYTHING

✨S✨L✨A✨Y✨

Icy being extra once again

She literally NEVER does this in actual series and i'm ANGRY. I hope the reboot will give us some more cool fights like in this film. Please. Don't fuck this up i'm begging you...

I kinda love how her cape just. hangs behind her. or wraps around her. like an actual piece of fabric with certain weight.

And i also love how her hair move too (but sometimes i'm like no WAY her hair stay behind her back I DON'T BELIEVE!) (i was trying to make such tail for myself and my hair fall on my face after EVERY slight tilt of my head) (but also my hair like 3 times shorter than hers, BUT STILL)

she wishes that it was bloom instead

TOUCH. They really almost never touch each other, so every time it happens something inside me explodes with joy and happiness.

She's so cute with this smile, she's literally said :>

hands.

Icy to Darcy: Are you scared? Eng dub: Icy sounds like she's teasing Darcy Rus dub: Icy sounds almost like it was genuine question and concern

GAHHH DHFGHSJHFSHF 😭😭😭 THEM!

Also english voice for Icy in this movie is kinda annoying ngl, her russian voice is way better. And them reading the spell sounds more intimidating. Even if you don't know the language, just check out ru dub, Icy sounds MUCH better there (can't say for the rest of the voices tho... be careful with Darcy's, she sounds really different)

UWU AHHH SHE'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Icy: So sorry, we have to reschedule 😅 *grabs Erendor like a bag and flies away*

This moment made me laugh so much when i saw it for the first time, like, she sounds SO SILLY.

Btw HOW STRONG IS SHE? She holds an adult ass overweight man with one hand! He must be at least 100 kilos i think? damn girl. This is kinda scary.

Dropped a man to his death infront of his son with this silly innocent smile. A true icon. I really should make a video counting every time Icy attempts to kill someone.

Icy protects not only herself, but her sisters too 🥲🥲

season 3 WISHES it was just as good. She's deflecting Bloom's attack with one hand and attacks someone else with the other!

Also, side note, damn, musa and flora really love attacking Stormy together :\ (deleted screenshots (to add more Icy screenshots HJjHJGFDFJ) of their attack on her from 2 different moments, flora ties her with vines and musa blasts. UNFAIR!)

WHY SO CUTE (my poor baby girl is scared 😭) (damn i LOVE her blue eyes AHHH she's so gorgeous)

SHE WAS TRYING TO ATTACK, UNHINGED WOMAN. CLINICALLY INSANE.

also i really think they messed up Liliss (almost wrote Lilith LOL) and Beladonna's places all over the film LMAO.

also, speaking of Icy moments

psychologist: Icy with pyrokinesis doesn't exist she can't hurt you Icy with pyrokinesis:

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS? She never did this before, never does it again, like WHAT? This always confuses me so much. Like ???? is it the dragon fire they stole from Bloom?? They still have it?? So many questions about these 5 seconds.

shit i used exactly 30 pictures in this post. Damn.

i DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO PUT IT IN THE POST, SO I'M SAYING IT HERE! On rewatch i noticed that Icy has the least amount of verbal spells from the main cast (winx+trix). At least it feels tike it. Like, in season 1 i think she literally used only 3 verbal spells in 3rd episode. She's so good that she doesn't need to say her spells out loud most of the time! I'm gonna rewatch everything again, just to count every verbal and non-verbal use of magic by all of them. And then find ratio of verbal to non-verbal spells for each of them.

also side note, i was looking for Icy's spells, but noticed something else. when Bloom transformed, in english Icy says

That's an awfully cute little fairy outfit

Sounds neutral and sarcastic. BUT IN RUSSIAN DUB IT'S SOMEHOW SOUNDS REALLY FUCKING GAY! i'll try to adapt it for you...

You have a very pretty fairy outfit

???????????????? WHY??????????????????

OKAY I'LL STOP HERE, I'VE BEEN WRITING THIS POST FOR 4 HOURS, AND I NEED TO WORK!

[leafy-heart]

My thoughts & HC for Bob

Hot take, but Bob is not as ✨baby girl ✨ as everybody is making him out to be.

I know he was so non-confrontational, and soft-spoken in the film. BUT!!! Think about it, if you are stuck in a room with trained assassins + a known killer (John), you would be on your best behaviour and act innocent as possible. And he is constantly in new situations that is out of his comprehension, that man was not babygirl, that man was space cat.

He's a drug addict, he has felonies and minor misdemeanours under his belt, and by the looks of it probably has backpacked across the world (he was in Malaysia).

This man is unhinged, just not as unhinged as the rest of the team is.

To be fair though, I think he is going to be more toned down while living with the team, just because he is still confused about his power and memory losses are not helping.

With that being said here is my head canon's for Bob:

He knows how to fire a gun, in fact he probably has shot someone before.

Has good gut instinct, has bad survival instincts. eg) he will spot the target the fastest, he also will approach the target without backup

Has the most eclectic taste of music ever. It's because he makes playlists every time he gets high on drugs, and forgets to delete them. He's got trippy EDM, emo music, heavy metal, jazz, Celine Dion, Kanye West, and Lady Gaga, all in the same playlist.

Can dance

Cannot cook, but can bake. Stress bakes.

He knows how to play poker a little too well

If left alone will sleep for hours.

His favourite subject at school was English Literature but he's teacher didn't like him, so he never got good grades.

He'd not fussy about food. He eats what's in front of him, but if it's spicy he can't do it.

He doesn't vape. Tried vaping, wasn't strong enough.

Knitting helps him calm down. He starts knitting everybody blankets. Eventually the team starts requesting stuff they want made to Bob.

His super strength is not entirely gone, even when Sentry isn't his dominant persona. At first he keeps accidentally crushing stuff he doesn't mean to. Even when he tags along to missions, he refuses to engage in hand-in-hand combat, because he's scared he might kill someone. Bucky suggests that he gets trained in using snipers, that way he can use his enhanced senses and if he does kill someone it will always be intentional, not accidental.

[padawan-snack-packer]

[Music/Playlist Headcanons, Clone Wars Crew, Part 1]

⚠️ WARNING / TW: UNHINGED STAR WARS MUSIC HEADCANONS AHEAD ⚠️ Before you get your Jedi robes in a twist or start Force-choking me in the comments (kinky though)— THIS IS FOR FUN!!! THIS IS NOT CANON!!!

These headcanons are fueled by ✨vibes✨, ✨feral energy✨, and ✨delusion✨ and I say that with all the love in the galaxy. So sit back, grab your lightsaber-shaped karaoke mic, and enjoy the chaos. May the bops be with you.

🎧 Anakin Skywalker – King of the Unashamed Bangers

This man listens to Linkin Park unironically and thinks it’s peak emotional intelligence.

“Welcome to the Black Parade” plays and he salutes. Dead serious. He is the black parade.

Will put on "bad guy" by Billie Eilish and be like “This is totally about me.”

Has a playlist called "Mood: Choking" and it’s just Doja Cat, Imagine Dragons, and random Star Wars lo-fi.

Gets called out for listening to "You Belong With Me" and just goes “yeah and?” like a menace.

Has cried to Olivia Rodrigo’s “traitor” imagining Obi-Wan as the subject.

🎧 Obi-Wan Kenobi – Dad With Deep Sad Spotify

He says “I don’t really listen to music” but has a 9-hour playlist called "Rainy Day Reflections in the Outer Rim".

Canonically a Lana Del Rey fan. “Young and Beautiful” hits too hard post-Maul duel.

Secretly loves Florence + The Machine. Cries to “Shake It Out” but says it’s just dust in his eyes.

His guilty pleasure is ABBA. “Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!” plays and he just vibes in Jedi robes.

Has an Enya phase???? Won’t admit it, but “Only Time” is his ringtone.

Every time he’s sad, he puts on "The Sound of Silence" and stares out the window like he’s in a noir film.

Pretends he doesn’t know who Taylor Swift is but absolutely has a Jedi remix of “All Too Well (10 Minutes Version).”

🎧 Ahsoka Tano – Gen Z Alt Queen

She listens to Halsey, Mitski, Paramore, and early 2010s Tumblr-core. She is the moment.

“you should see me in a crown” is her training montage song.

Has beef with Spotify for not having the perfect mix of indie rage and catharsis.

Plays “Not Strong Enough” by boygenius on repeat while looking at the sunset from her ship like a dramatic icon.

Screams “brutal” by Olivia Rodrigo in the shower. Every time.

Plays Rina Sawayama when she wants to fight someone with style.

Once made a remix of Bo Katan’s comms call to a Charli XCX beat. Went viral in the Temple. Listens to Halsey’s “Nightmare” on repeat after leaving the Order.

Secretly listens to K-pop. Anakin caught her vibing to BLACKPINK once and now won’t let it go.

🎧 Captain Rex – Dad Rock But Make It Emotional

Rex’s top genre is “Sad Country That Hints At Deep Repressed Feelings.”

Obsessed with Bruce Springsteen. Thinks “Born to Run” is a philosophical statement (it is, I agree with him).

“Fortunate Son” makes him clench his jaw and look off into the middle distance.

Listens to Johnny Cash's “Hurt” and nobody is allowed to speak.

Tried listening to Lo-fi once. Said it was “too soft, not enough suffering.”

Uses music to process his trauma but doesn’t know it. “Whiskey Lullaby” makes him cry and he’s like “must be allergies.”

Thinks Fleetwood Mac is a war crime until he hears “Landslide,” then gets emotional and doesn’t want to talk about it.

🎧 Padmé Amidala – Political Baddie Playlist

“Businesswoman special” vibes. Taylor Swift’s “The Man” is literally her anthem.

Will absolutely walk into the Senate blasting “Run the World (Girls)” in her head.

Has a “Diplomacy but Make It Sexy” playlist that’s 50% Rihanna and 50% Arctic Monkeys.

Uses “Vigilante Shit” as a pre-meeting warm-up song.

Listens to Phoebe Bridgers when missing Anakin but then switches to Megan Thee Stallion to repress it.

She’s the reason the Republic has a fashion industry.

Has “Bury a Friend” by Billie Eilish saved for when she’s gotta gaslight senators.

🎧 Yoda – Unexpected Bops Only

900 years old and still LOVES EDM. No explanation.

Thinks “Sandstorm” by Darude is the pinnacle of modern music.

Says things like “drop the bass must you” before DJing Jedi youngling parties.

Has a secret playlist called "Mmm Music, Yes."

Found out about Grimes once and just… stared. Then added every album.

🎧 Maul – Sith Lord of Sad Bangers

Listening to “Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence on loop in his lair on Dathomir while plotting vengeance and dramatically flexing his robot legs.

Has a playlist literally titled “KILL KENOBI AND MAYBE CRY A LITTLE”. It’s all Bring Me The Horizon, Nine Inch Nails, and My Chemical Romance.

Has 17 different remixes of “Toxic” by Britney Spears because it’s the only thing that makes him feel alive.

Screams the lyrics to “The Kill (Bury Me)” by 30 Seconds to Mars while pacing back and forth like a tragic Shakespeare villain with a face tattoo.

Secretly listens to AURORA when he needs to emotionally unravel.

Says he doesn’t like pop but “Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift lives in his head rent-free.

“Running Up That Hill” hits him so hard he has to sit down and scream.

🎧 Asajj Ventress – Gothic Femme Fatale Playlist

Wears her AirPods while hunting Jedi and she’s blasting BANKS, Billie Eilish, Lana Del Rey, and SZA like a straight-up ✨ menace ✨.

Has a playlist called “Make Me Your Villain” and it’s just Doja Cat, Rihanna’s deep cuts, and angry Halsey.

Her anthem? “You Don’t Own Me” (especially the Grace version). It plays in her soul.

Secretly sobs to “Liability” by Lorde once a week in a vibey Nightsister cave with a candle going.

Her battle playlist includes “Sweet But Psycho” and “Confident” by Demi Lovato. She’s slaying literally and musically.

If you asked her what her favorite genre is, she’d say “revenge.” She means it.

Once force-choked a man just because he mocked her Florence + The Machine tattoo.

🎧 Mace Windu – Serious Exterior, Pure Vibes Interior

Tells everyone he only listens to Jedi-approved meditation tracks, but his real playlist is “Lightsaber, Lightsoul” and it’s pure funk and 90s R&B.

Obsessed with Prince. Thinks “When Doves Cry” is a warning from the Force.

“Purple Rain” plays? He closes his eyes and ascends.

Has “Return of the Mack” on repeat in the gunship. Yoda says nothing. Yoda understands.

Lowkey loves Missy Elliott. Thinks “Work It” is the height of lyrical brilliance.

Has a soft spot for En Vogue and Lauryn Hill. Once told Obi-Wan, “You haven’t lived ‘til you’ve meditated to neo-soul.”

“Before I Let Go” comes on and he’s two-stepping while maintaining perfect Jedi posture.

🎧 Cad Bane – Intergalactic Outlaw Vibes

His theme music is literally Johnny Cash meets trap remix. “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” but with an 808.

His ship playlist is just Run the Jewels, Tyler, The Creator, and Johnny Cash. It makes no sense but it works.

Has a six-shooter Spotify vibe: “Bang Bang” by Nancy Sinatra, “Outlaw” by 50 Cent, “Desperado” by Rihanna.

Secretly listens to Sade. “Smooth Operator” is the only thing that calms him down after a bounty.

Post Malone’s “Wow.” is what he plays when he successfully walks away from an explosion.

Has a secret SoundCloud where he drops gravel-voiced outlaw spoken word beats. Has 3 followers. One of them is Hondo. Always Hondo.

🎧 Hondo Ohnaka – Pirate of Party Anthems

Lives like he’s in a perpetual Mardi Gras. His playlist is called “Treasure & Trouble”.

“Uptown Funk” is his go-to robbery track. He moonwalks out of the vault. No shame.

Once threw an entire bar fight to the tune of Pitbull’s “Fireball”.

LOVES Pitbull. “He is a wise man. Very bald. Very powerful.”

Has every One Direction song saved but says it’s “for the crew.” It is not.

Will start a shootout, pause to yell “DJ TURN IT UP”, then unpause the chaos.

Secretly obsessed with Shakira. Will stop mid-monologue if “She Wolf” comes on.

Hondo’s walk-on music? “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake. Every time.

Uses “Toxic” by Britney Spears as his ringtone. One time it rang in a hostage situation and he answered it like “Ah! My business partner!”

Has a deeply emotional connection to Kesha’s “Timber”. Claims it’s “about the fall of the Republic. And also partying.”

Fully believes Lady Gaga is some kind of Force-sensitive bounty hunter. Refuses to elaborate.

Once seduced a bounty hunter to “Pony” by Ginuwine. Still talks about it.

Hondo refers to Nicki Minaj as “Queen of the Outer Rim.” No notes.

Insists “All Star” by Smash Mouth is “a manifesto of pirate philosophy.”

Played “Turn Down For What” over comms during a prison break. Kanan nearly Force yeeted him into the sun.

Has an emotional breakdown once a year to “Viva La Vida” by Coldplay. Calls it “pirate penance.”

Blasted “Seven Nation Army” while chasing down a bounty on a stolen speeder and shouted “THIS IS MY VILLAIN ERA!”

His ship’s official docking theme? “Low” by Flo Rida. If you know, you know.

Has a holo-poster of Doja Cat in his bunk. Tells people it's a “spiritual shrine.”

Tried to duel to the death with someone over “Mr. Brightside” vs “Somebody Told Me”. Both were him.

When stressed, listens to “Shake It Off” by Taylor Swift and says “Ah yes, Hondo Ohnaka—forever unbothered, moisturized, thriving, and in my pirate era.”