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[comparatist]

~ back after hiatus due to workload.

i have borrowed khaled hosseini's a thousand splendid suns from a close friend and have been reading it for sometime - i am currently in part 3, ch. 32.

pending work:

• a book review

• a rememberence note on begam rokeya sakhawat hossein to be submitted today.

[standcom]

been watching dandadan & getting my shit together

[chuuyrr]

tomorrow's gonna be valentine's day but i'm already wishing everyone a happy valentine's day in advance !! i love you all mwah <3 <3

[pinkjako]

“i-i’m sorry, one more – just one more i promise, please?”

leon’s famous last words as he pounded in to you once more. his hot breath fanned your neck and his blonde hair stuck to your cheek as he planted sloppy kisses to your cheek, his pace quickening. face flushed against the soft pink pillow, hands gripping the frilly sheets, soft pleads leaving your mouth as leon’s mouth moved downwards to place soft, reassuring kisses to your neck. you’re so blown out that only murmurs leave your mouth, it feels as if your brains are coming out of your ears. your eyes roll to the back of your head as leon repeatedly hits the soft spot deep inside you, making you squeal – which drives him to go harder and faster.

panting behind you, his arms gripped your shoulders as he used the last of his strength to thrust in to you. you can tell he’s close, his thighs quivering and his head drooping low as he tries to gather all of his strength to release everything in you – again. you feel his hair brush against your neck as he begs in your ear to let him finish. a mix of pleads and apologizes rush out of his mouth as he hits the perfect spot one last time.

“baby please, i’m so close – s-shit i’m so sorry, i-i can’t-”

leon couldn’t even finish his sentence before releasing his umpteenth load in to you. your body, so spent and so tired, shuddered as you came with him. his hips slowed down and you felt his grip on your shoulders release. thinking that it was over, your eyes started to flutter shut and your body started to relax. 

“this is the last time, i promise, just one more and i’m done. please?”

thank you for reading!! i've been on a bit of a hiatus and i'm not sure how good this is considering the fact that i haven't written anything in months. trying to write more & and hopefully my writing is gonna improve :)) likes, comments, and reposts appreciated <33

[bunny-jpeg]

I have a big order, I would like a peach cake, pancakes and add a lemon slice to that then I’d like a side of earl grey and chai served by Lando Norris xx

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want to submit something to the bakery? then hit up the menu! there's tons of items to choose from! i hope you find something that you love and i'd love to hear from you! thank you! for this order, this was lovely to write after my little (two day) hiatus! i hope you love it, lovely anon!

peach cake ("if you spill a drop, we start all over.") + pancakes ("if you bite me. i'll bite you back.") + lemon slice ("i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making.") + early grey tea (big cock) + chai (biting/hickies) served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, big cock!lando, biting/hickies, unprotected sex, (slight) breeding kink, (sort of) brat!reader, size kink, oral sex (lando receiving)

lando liked when you pouted. when he watched the bottom lip stick out and those sweet lashes fluttered at him. it was painfully cute in his honest opinion. when you'd pout over something sad, or when you wanted something really badly and would do anything to get your hands on it.

but while lando liked a better look at your soft bottom lip, he hated when you were a brat.

currently lando had you between his legs, with your throat gagging on his cock. your eyes closed and your hands gripping onto his thighs for some kind of leverage as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go.

fuck lando norris and his big cock.

he loved the sight of you though, a total mess after you meticulously put yourself together for the grand prix. reduced down to a lowly little slut for lando to use to his liking while riding the high of his win. earlier you wanted to go out after the race with some of the other girlfriends, but lando wanted you back at the hotel with him.

letting him indulge in his favourite post-race activity, making a mess of that sweet little cunt of yours. he loved your cunt, he was addicted to it in some ways. he wanted to be buried deep inside of you and kissing at your back until you were whining on the sheets.

"how does that feel? finally got some sense into you?" he asked.

you looked up at him and tried to form words, but it all came out a jumbled mess. you leaned into his touch as he ran his fingers through your hair with a hint of affection.

but his words were venomous, "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." and it made you stomach flip. he pulled your mouth off his cock and you looked at him with a hazy gaze.

your throat felt raw, but in a split second decision. you leaned in and bit a hickey into the inner part of lando's thigh to feel that thrum of pleasure in your body. but you didn't get it too dark before lando ripped your head away and you looked up at him once more.

he chuckled lowly, "silly, silly girl. is this your revenge for me suggesting that we stay in tonight. i haven't felt you in a long time. is that a bad thing to way? to feel you?"

you replied, "lando."

"remember, baby girl. if you bite me. i'll bite you back." and you knew that it wasn't some kinky talk. he meant it. you still remembered your trip to paris in summer, and you in high collared jackets and turtlenecks. lando liked your pretty neck and breasts all covered in his bites.

you were his to mark. to claim.

you whimpered and kept your eyes on his. you felt a twist in your belly and a surge of heat in your body. everything felt very hot and you rubbed your thighs together.

"fuck, you're beautiful. see, no need to be a brat. just let me have you, i promise i'm just as good as any club or bar. why have a few drinks when you can have a few of my loads in your mouth."

you pouted and he helped you onto the bed. his spit-slick cock twitched with excitement over how you looked at him. his heart leapt as he got you onto your back, he knew you were soaked. you needed this too.

he pressed his chest against yours and tapped your nose, "remember our rule? if you spill a drop, we start all over." then pulled you into a tight kiss, the taste of his cock lingered on your lips as he sank it inside of your sickeningly sweet hole.

you whined and gripped onto the covers under you for a moment before you wrapped your arms around him and held him close. your lips remained together as he got your legs around his waist.

you two rutted against one another, the feeling left you feeling excited. being so close to lando made you stomach twist and your heart hammer against your ribs.

"you're so pretty under me. who allowed you to be this beautiful." he groaned as he held your thighs to get a better angle of his cock inside of you. he loved when you went dumb for him after a few thrusts. your poor little cunt. the sweet drooling little thing that always enticed him. day in and day out.

"please, lando." you squirmed a little bit as you felt his cock nudge against some of the softest parts of you. your stomach curled and you held onto his shoulders tighter. your poor little cunt was going to be bruised by the end of this.

"i know, baby girl. let me have this, let me have your sweet little cunt. you drive me crazy." his thrusts were fast and erratic, there was little rhythm to them. only that he gets his pleasure in your brain.

he started to kiss at your neck, soon his teeth were grazing against the soft plains of your neck. he could feel your pulse under his teeth. he fit against you perfectly, even if his larger cock seemed to make your insides all messy.

the first time you got together, he actually didn't fit inside of you. he had to work you until he could at least get the tip in. when he did though, it felt like total euphoria.

he loved the feeling of you around him. you were a perfect fit for him. he couldn't get enough of your sweetness. letting it stain the base of his cock in a sick desire for more. no wonder he was so hesitant to let you go out and party.

he was your big strong man, your protector and lover. his blood boiled for you in a sexual way. he wanted hid sweet girl, and he wanted to be balls deep inside of her. blame him for being aroused by you.

he eyed are you as he moved against you, "you take me so well."

"lando."

he chuckled and kissed you once more. he could feel the heat in his gut as he moved against you. you felt like a sweet dream to him. his core burned for you as he moved. it felt so good to be balls deep inside of you, it was like where he belonged. he needed to be inside of his sweet girl.

"please, shit, lando. you feel so good. fuck." you whimpered as you tried to arch your back to get him deeper inside of you. but he had you pinned under him as he littered your neck with hot bites. you felt so good, maybe he was right. why get drunk when you could get cock drunk!

"i'm glad you like it. see isn't be with me much better. you get your pretty, puffy pussy all fucked out by me."

he didn't know how much longer it was going to take for him. he could feel the thump in his chest and his hot face. he continued to ram into you, making sure every centimeter of your pussy was touched by him.

"pretty thing." he purred with a chuckle as he continued to fuck you rapidly. it all flooded his head with heat.

with a few more heavy thrusts of his hips. he finished inside of you, but his cock was still hard as he hammered into you. which in turn pulled an orgasm out of you, you held onto him tightly and kissed him as you came. you clenched onto him and melted into the kiss. you soon relaxed out on the bed.

spread out for him, full of cum and feeling good all over. you shifted a little as lando put your legs down onto the bed. cum stuck to the side of your pussy and a little got onto the bed. he admired your for a moment and pulled your face in for a hot kiss.

you stayed curled up inside of him. but as he held you, his soft words came into your ear, "hmm. seems you spilled a drop, baby girl." then put you back onto your back, "guess we have to try again." <3

[hana-no-seiiki]

Sorry for the long hiatus. My meds for my bipolar disorder have made it very difficult to have inspiration/motivation for anything aside from normie activities.

Anyways I have a lot planned for this year! Hopefully you guys enjoy these works that have been in the backburner for a while while now. Love yall.

Without further ado, here’s a little drabble/some hcs as appetizers.

YANDERE BATFAM x HAREM! READER

tw/cw: DID coded shenanigans. Multiple Readers converge from my other works. Confusing fuckery. Yun writing without his meds. Featuring @sophiethewitch1 ‘s loser reader from What We Want. Mad Genius! Reader.

inspired by: The Herta (Honkai Star Rail) and a lil Iron Man.

Okay it but wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious if Reader gave the boys a harem of their own.

Like perhaps they’re just this immortal genius that creates puppets. Each with its unique personality and looks. But all of them share one thing, a love for their creator and the batfam. (And are all under your control…mostly)

Let’s start with your failures shall we? After all, the most precious thing to a genius like you, is your mistakes. However few or many there are.

You created Cat Villain! Reader as a test. No flashy powers beyond invisibility and teleportation. What you did give them however, was a whole load of sass and mystique. Something that drew in the Robins pretty well at first, but they soon lose interest in favor of … well

another work of yours was Alien! Reader. The goody two shoes with a dark side. (You couldn’t make them perfectly straight and narrow, that would have been far too boring). But Alien! Reader started dating Damian way too quickly. And everyone seemed so happy with the arrangement that you quickly ended it all. Swiftly killing your puppet in a fit of boredom. (Don’t worry, you kept some spare parts in order to rebuild them later on if such a whim caught your fancy)

Now, What We Want! Reader was special. It took a lot of time, effort, and whole butt load of money. Crossing dimensions was a lot more difficult than you thought it would be. But of course, in the end, your perfect self managed to pull through.

Replacing the original What We Want! Reader with a puppet that housed a soul from another world? Genius. Absolutely brilliant. You should reward yourself with how smart you are.

Unfortunately the boys got too excited and locked her up. Almost removing your access to one of your favorite experiments! How could they?

And so you send her back home. Safe and sound (and ready for part two!)

While looking through other dimensions, a certain manga/anime caught your eye. Makima! Reader was inspired from the character herself. And Bruce’s lack of participation and eagerness in some of your previous tests. And so you made his utter nightmare. One who killed when it was necessary and kill you did.

Unfortunately Makima! Reader almost made [Favorite DC Villain] pass away and you wouldn’t want that happening, don’t you?

In getting What We Want! Reader to your dimension you failed to account one of your stupid puppets getting into the collider by accident. And thus was What’s Up Danger? Reader was born.

You let it roam free for the most part, but for some reason time seemed to loop around them meeting the batboys for the first time and would never go beyond it. (Probably cause the author hasn’t updated in a dozen amber eras at this point)

Exasperated and in dire need of some fun in your life. You bring back all the readers one last time.

And oh, the chaos that ensued was one for the ages.

Finally, a success.

©️ h.n.s. - yun | 2025

[aangelinakii]

EVERY BREATH YOU TAKE.

— every single day, every word you say.

summary : clark finds himself admiring you in moments you admire him.

note : sorry this is a little short but i've taken a long hiatus from proper writing for like over a month and i'm just trying to get back into it, so hopefully you guys can still enjoy :))

requested !

pristine white sleeves rolled up past his elbows, clark finally twisted off the tap, the steaming water streaming from the faucet hissing to a stop, and the bubbles began to spill down the drain, shining plates drying on the rack by the sink.

the skin beneath his curly black fringe was hot, and as soon as he peeled off the yellow rubber gloves, he was running his exposed forearm over his brow.

last night you did the dishes, so, naturally, tonight it was clark's turn.

once he had thrown the gloves carelessly on the edge of the sink, he was trudging into the living room, where you sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television.

you tore yourself away from the screen to look up at him as he rounded the sofa, leaning up with pursed lips. before your lids fluttered closed, you were able to catch a glimpse of clark's lips curling into a smile. "thank you for doing the dishes, my love."

with a groan, once he'd pulled away, clark lowered himself down onto the cushions beside you, an arm slinging over the back of the couch, grazing the back of your head.

"if it's what it takes for you to be happy..." clark gave a sigh, though you could tell by his small smile that it wasn't genuine.

he glanced at you from the corner of his oversized specs, and the dimple at the edge of his mouth deepened, the hand perched on the back of the sofa coming down to play with your hair. "what's on the film roll for tonight?"

trying to ignore the shiver brushing down your spine as one of clark's fingers softly raked over your scalp — and how gorgeous he looked with his messy hair and crooked glasses — you turned back to the tv, shrugging your shoulders. "there's nothing really good on tonight, but i was thinking maybe we could rent or buy something?" hopeful smile coming onto your face, you sent an eager glance clark's way. "you know i've really been wanting to watch that sydney sweeny and glenn powell film!"

"oh, anything but you?"

at that, your smile only grew, the apples of your cheeks aching with the pressure against them, and you turned back to him again.

pressing the buttons that led you to amazon prime, you gave a half-sheepish, half-excited shrug. "you remembered."

clark's chuckle reverberated through his skin, warming against the back of your neck, where his forearm lay achingly close. "it's only what you've been talking about since two pay-cheques ago."

on the tv, a grey line rolled in a circle, loadîg up the application, and you allowed the remote to fall slack at your side, forgotten about in the cushions as you repositioned yourself, stretching your legs out over clark's lap, taking up even more space on the couch. when you caught his eye, however, you found the shadow of a dimple etched into his skin, when prime finally loaded, and the light from the tv illuminated him.

he never minded you taking up space; you deserved every bit of space in this apartment as he did. he just thought you deserved it a little bit more.

one hand fell on the exposed skin of your ankle, finger drawing absent shapes along your flesh as you worked to get the screen onto the new romcom you'd been eyeing.

"should we buy it or rent it?" your voice came, a little uncertain now you were so close to getting what you wanted (which was to watch sydney sweeney and glenn powell fall in love in australia).

after a beat, "let's buy it." you glanced sideways at clark, who met your look with kind eyes. "that way, if you like it, you can watch it whenever. if you don't like it, we never have to touch it again."

something seemed to burst inside you — fireworks, a hot air balloon, a bomb — and you leaned forward in an instant, leaving the remote on the sofa beside you. your hands cupped the sides of clark's face, soft flesh against your soft grip, despite the eagerness of it, and his eyebrows shot so high they disappeared behind his curls.

"you are so freaking sweet, do you know that?" you gasped, like you couldn't find the air within your lungs to express it, cheeks aching once again.

a boyish laugh brushed past clark's lips, and his hand inched higher to your calf, taking it carefully in the palm that had picked up cars, buildings, stopped bullet trains on their track — and yet he ensured utmost fragility when it came to you.

his baby blue eyes glanced between yours, the arm that had been perched along the back of the couch coming to wrap carefully around your shoulders.

one of your hands moved from his jaw, up to brush into his stark black hair, pads of fingertips soaring through curls like a snake navigating the lush plants of the amazon — which, back on the glowing tv screen, was waiting for you to make a purchase.

forgetting all about sydney and her love story with glenn, your other hand moved from jaw to earlobe, taking the soft flesh into fingers. your fingers swooped from earlobe to nape of neck, and clark's change of breathing pace didn't go unnoticed.

"what's up?" clark managed to utter, lips trembling, despite the fact he saw you every day, every week, every month of every year, and had been for the past three of them.

you gave your own deep breath, in and out through the nose, and your hands found purchase against the sides of clark's face again, keeping his head steady as he stared at you, skin a glistening grey in the light of the television. "just you. you're everything."

clark's head twitched under your hands, and he seemed to remember he was in your grip, so his eyes nervously met yours. the heat of his ears reached the tips of your pinkie fingers.

"i don't think you should be the one who gets to say that."

[kdh-tally]

Abby x Reader Headcannons

Prompt : Headcannons of Abby and his Partner

Author's Note : This was requested (i was gonna write it anyways) and the request was so adorable but I unfortunately deleted it cause the first post wasn't loading 😭 But to the anon that asked, please keep your soul!! I'm not like Gwi-ma ;P

For context, you work at a pilates place. It's mixed building so they're both multiple female and male customers (i forgot what u call people who do pilates)

It’s bright and sunny with colours like yellow and pink being in the main design. Opposite of you is this minimalist and dark themed gym.

Both places are more or less enemies in business.

Not necessarily boys versus girls but instead gym junkies and muscle heads vs elegant bodybuilders and core strengtheners. 

It had been a long day and you were not supposed to be working but your co-instructor called in sick, and now you were the only available trainer on site. 

The building would be closing in a few hours and you seriously hoped no one else was coming in. Then the door opened.

In walked a guy who looked like he belonged in a boxing ring. He was crazily muscular, tall, slightly intimidating but 100% cocky.

You knew who this was, kinda.

He recently started going to the gym next door (traitor!!) so it was odd as to why he was here. Other than his pink hair, this definitely wasn’t his scene.

You were also pretty sure he was some new Kpop idol but apparently his group had gone on hiatus or something?

“Hey,” he greeted. “I’m here for the pilates thing?”

You glanced at the schedule. There was no appointment listed under his name. You looked back up at him in confusion, his cocky smirk was starting to piss you off.

He grinned. “It was a last-minute thing. Manager said she’d booked me in for some stretches or something. Said I need to ‘loosen up’.” He even added air quotes.

You tried not to roll your eyes. 

“Right. Lucky you. I’m the only one available.”

“Perfect,” he said without missing a beat before eyeing you up and down. “You look like you know what you're doing.” Cue the smirk, then the flex. 

Even though you swore to be loyal to pilates, you had to admit his muscles were… 😋

Five minutes later, he was on the reformer machine (in a position that should not have been physically possible) and asking if he was supposed to be feeling core activation.

“Is this normal?”

By the end of the session, he was drenched in sweat and fully humbled. You handed him water with a smirk of your own.

“Still think Pilates is just stretching?”

“…No comment.” after a moment of silence “…When’s your next opening?”

He proceeds to walk in every day after his gym sessions.

At first you’re confused cause he never seems tired?

You made him hold a side plank for 20 minutes and watched his soul leave his body.

“I can do squats with 200kg,” he gasped, “why is this band killing me?”

“Because you’re not using your core, muscle-head.”

He swore he wouldn't return again but came back the very next day.

All of a sudden he’s a regular.

Slowly starts coming to Pilate’s instead of the gym.

Many of the members, men and women alike, are super hyped.

It boosts their ego when the muscle-head can’t do half of the things they can.

He meets a decent amount of fans and they (very respectfully) ask why he’s taking Pilates classes all of a sudden.

He tells everyone he’s training to be more flexible for the dances Jinu makes them do, but honestly, he just wants to see you.

Brags that you’re his private instructor to literally everyone, even though you told him to stop doing that.

Whenever you correct his form, he smirks and says, “You just wanted an excuse to touch me, huh?”

You threaten to make him hold a wall sit for 10 minutes.

Will flirt with you. ALL THE TIME.

“You know, your hands are really strong. Its kinda hot.”

“Are you checking me out?”

“Breathe through the stretch, Abby.” you’d tell him

“It’s hard to breathe when you’re looking at me like that, cutie.”

You’ve smacked him with a foam roller at least three times. 

He soon convinces you to hang out outside of Pilates classes. 

Fortunately for you both there's a smoothie and snack bar next door.

After every session, he insists on walking you there.

You always order something healthy but he orders the fruitiest, sugariest thing and insists you try it.

You say no. He forces the straw in your mouth anyway.

When he confesses to you, he doesn’t make it big and dramatic.

I lied. It's kinda dramatic.

It was supposed to be a normal session.

You had no idea what was coming.

Abby had stayed behind again, lounging shirtless on a mat like he owned the studio, which he absolutely did not.

He’d more or less stop going to the gym at this point.

He’d just finished a perfect cobra stretch, smirking the whole time, and now he was watching you clean, spinning a towel around his hands like a bored pet.

“You always stare at me when I stretch,” he said suddenly. You didn’t look up, already used to the teasing remark. “I stare at all my clients. I’m making sure your spine isn’t breaking.”

“That’s cute. You care about my spine.”

You did look up that time, only to see him already walking over to the front desk where you stood.

“Abby,” you warned, “if you break another foam roller—”

“I’m not going to break anything today,” he cut in, laughing as you rolled your eyes. “I’m here to ask you out.”

You froze. “…What?”

“You heard me, cutie.” He leaned on the desk. “You’ve been driving me insane since day one. Yelling at me, correcting my form, making me sore for days.”

“That’s literally my job.”

“And you’re really good at it.” He leaned in, voice dropping just a little. “But I want more than our little pilates dates. Let me take you out.”

You blinked. “You’re joking.”

He tilted his head. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

You wanted to say yes. But his eyes weren’t playing around. Not this time.

“You really want to date your pilates instructor?”

“Hell yeah. You’re hot, you’re scary, and you’ve forced me into a split. I trust you with my life.” A beat. “Also,” he added, smug as ever, "I know you’ve been checking me out since the first class.”

You opened your mouth and closed it. “…Shut up.”

“Is that a yes?”

“…Maybe.”

“I’ll take it,” he said, reaching over the counter and stealing one of the protein bars you were fiddling with. “First date’s on me. Dress comfy.”

He left with a wink and a flex, the bell above the door jingling musically.

Now that he has boyfriend privileges, he’s constantly barging into your sessions to “check if your clients are better looking than him.”

They’re not. He makes sure of it.

You keep telling him it would be physically impossible for you to find someone more attractive than him anyways.

He does not like when other guys flirt with you.

He’ll sit on a mat, arms crossed, glaring while you lead a class. He’d be closer to the front of the class, which is odd cause he normally remains near the center to show off.

“I'm just observing.” he’d excuse, but you know he’s truly just trying to block any other on-lookers from seeing you.

He’s secretly very soft, though. 

Brings you water. 

Wraps his jacket around you if it’s cold.

Packs your bag the morning before classes (yes he stays over)

He pretends not to care, but sulks if you forget to text him after a long day.

The boys would be shocked that he managed to find someone willing to date him.

They only thought he had love for his muscles

“You’re dating a human pilates instructor?? Since when did you do pilates?” Baby would glare at him curiously.

Romance tries not to die laughing. “Wait, so she told you what to do and you liked it? Bro…”

Jinu was just happy he didn’t have to be forced to go to the gym with him anymore.

Abby would just take you instead.

Mystery was quite impressed. He didn’t care so much about Abby dating but was really interested in the mixed pilates center.

Would probably book a session to see what the hype’s about.

He would call you things like:

Ma’am - Whenever you boss him around.

Star-fish - Your super duper flexible the way a starfish is.

Brat - The name he uses to “bully” you

Y/N - Drags it out whenever he wants something from you.

Cutie - What he calls you most of the time.

You would call him things like:

Muscle Head : Cause he’s all muscle no brain

Baby : Cause it’s Abby spelt differently. (It kinda threw him off at first cause yk his band mate is also named Baby)

Loser : Banter is a very prominent thing in your relationship.

Himbo : He’s really pretty, you’ll be the first to admit it, he just isn’t the smartest sometimes….

Sweetie : Cause he can be such a sweet guy sometimes.

[ln4bub]

If you’re still looking for inspo: reader riding Oscar for the first time.

(Idk it’s summer and there’s a nationwide shortage of ADHD meds so my brain is just saying things. I also know you’ve got a whole load of requests so don’t feel pressured to write anything if you don’t wanna)

A/N - in an Oscar mood after he made his first appearance in the wild over winter break so enjoy what comes of it lmao. Sorry for the brief hiatus, I just came home from Uni so I’ve been with family all weekend <3

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You shove Oscar’s shoulder gently, laughing as he dramatically collapses onto the bed. You follow after him, resting your weight on top of him. His large arms wrap around your smaller frame, holding you tight against him as you pepper kisses all over his face. He chuckles at your antics, his laugh shaking your body. You pull away, giggling at the lipstick marks covering his face along with the pink tinge to his cheeks. He stares up at you, pulling his lip between his teeth as he studies your face. You squirm under his stare, your legs squeezing his hips as your gaze fixates on his lips.

You feel him grow semi-hard at your squirming, the light grinding of your hips against his own feeling like heaven. He pulls himself up, arms wrapped around your back as your legs wrapped around his back. You lean in gently, your breaths mingling between your mouths. His eyes flicker down to your lips, nose bumping yours as he leans closer. Your lips graze his, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling. Oscar's lips caress your own, molding together, familiar with each other. You keep expecting Oscar to roll you over but he doesn't, instead sliding his hands to your hips and encouraging your grinding as his tongue slips into your mouth. You feel him grow hard below you, gentle whimpers flooding the space between your lips and his own.

His large hands slide under your shirt, encouraging you to remove it. He leans back slightly, tugging his McLaren shirt over his head in one smooth motion as you remove your own top. The skin-on-skin contact sends shivers down your spine as he wraps his arms around you once more. His hands trace patterns over your skin as he buries his head in your neck. His soft lips press kisses against your skin, smirking at the jump of your pulse from each touch. "Want you to do something new for me sweetheart," He mumbles against your neck, warm lips sucking lightly as you whine, hips bucking against him. You hum inquisitively, looking down at your boyfriend.

He stares up at you, eyes wide and pupils blown. “Will you ride me?” He asks softly, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. You bite your lip at the request, nodding before unhooking your bra and throwing it to the floor. Oscar’s mouth descends on your chest, nibbling and sucking at the soft skin. His tongue swirls around your nipples, sending shockwaves to your core as you moan for him. “So sensitive, want you to make me feel good, can you do that?” Oscar asks, large hand resting on your ass as the other comes to cup the back of your neck.

“Yeah I can Oz,” You whine, tugging at his trousers. You stand from your position straddling him as the both of you remove the rest of your clothing. Oscar wraps his hand around his cock as he watched you undress, pumping himself to the sight of your body. A flush covers your chest in embarrassment yet you can’t help but admire his body. The way his muscular arm flexes with each pass of his fist, the way his throat bobs each down he swallows, the way his eyelids flutter when his thumb swipes over the tip, or the way his thighs clench in pleasure. You saunter closer to him, his hand falling away from himself.

He’s big, and thick. You hadn’t ridden him purely out of intimidation, fearing the awkwardness of being unable to take him inside you. You straddle him, feeling the pulse of his cock below your wet pussy as you grind down against him. He groans at the feeling, “So wet for me, bet you can’t wait to have my cock inside you can you?” Oscar questions. He feels the way your pussy throbs at his question. Without answering him you wrap your hand around the base of his member, sliding the tip through your folds. You grind your clit against his tip with each pass, more wetness flooding between your legs.

Oscar’s eyes close as the head of his cock slips into you, your tight walls encasing him. You whine from the stretch, his thick cock feeling impossible to take from this angle. His fingers come to rub your clit, your walls relaxing against him as you sink further and further. Eventually he bottoms out, a slight bulge in your stomach where his cock rests. He groans at the sight, “Look at that baby, you must feel so full.” You grind down against him, your clit against his pubic bone. With a hand on your ass Oscar lifts you off him, relishing the drag of your walls against his length. “There we go, knew you could take me.” He mumbles, eyes not moving from where you are connected.

Eager to cum you begin bouncing on his cock, the slick sounds of your wetness connecting you both filling the room. Oscar’s thighs are soaked with your arousal, the sticky feeling covering your own thighs with each move. His hands cup your tits as you move, mouth enveloping your nipple. You moan at the warm feeling, walls clamping in pleasure. Gentle nibbles followed by purple marks litter your chest as you whine and whimper, Oscar’s dick stretching you. He pulls you to lean forward slightly, causing his cock to hit your g-spot with every bounce. Tears fill your eyes at the overwhelming feeling, your legs beginning to burn with exertion.

Oscar’s thumbs wipe away your tears as he cups your face, “You’re doing so good for me baby, just a little longer. Wanna feel my girl cum around me.” He coos. You bite your lip as his thumb circles your clit. The hand remaining on your face pulls away only to come back seconds later with a gentle but stinging force. “Don’t you dare hide your noises, want to hear how good my big dick is making you feel.” He tells you, grinning at the loud moan spilling from your lips. You can feel your orgasm approaching, as can Oscar. His thumb moves faster as he begins to meet your thrusts, stomach still bulging each time he plunges himself inside you. Your thighs shake and your knees burn as you reach your high, head thrown back and tits bouncing with the force of Oscar’s thrusts. He chases his own high as he fucks you through yours, the sound of your slick echoing further as you soak his dick. “That’s it baby, so good. Where do you want me to cum?” He mumbles, breathless with pleasure.

“Inside me Ozzie, please. Want you to fill me up.” You moan, collapsing against his chest as he fucks up into you. It’s the feeling of your lips on his thick neck that sends him over the edge, ropes of cum painting your walls white. Oscar groans your name, holding you against his body as he empties himself inside you. The pair of you pant with the effort of your activities, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty. Oscar sits up, his cock stirring inside you as you whimper in sensitivity. Standing from the bed he carries you to the bathroom, helping you shower as he watches his cum drip down your thighs in awe.

[hearts-4-vicky]

g!p julie fics are seriously understocked rn it's a crime

made me bussanut ‼️‼️‼️

warnings: G!p Julie, 5th member reader, reader snuck in cuz she on hiatus😭, fan sign, edging…, semi public sex?, secret blowjob, natty is stupid, u slap her balls like once🎀 kinda short, i think thats it…

um not proofread again…

Everyone at the fan sign knew something had to be wrong with the Julie. To stuttering, gasping, and having her eyebrows furrowed nearly the whole time, people started to get worried. many speculated she missed you, since you were set to be on a hiatus for at least a month due to being accused of being a porn star being debut, (cut me some slack man… idk what to write😭) little did they know you were under the table, stroking Julie’s fat cock.

placing tender kisses along her length and on her tip, never taking her fully in your mouth. Julie had been on edge ever since she sat down, wondering when you would start a proper blowjob. your fingertips teased her tip while you were as the fans started to line up, Julie felt warmth around her tip, making her let out a soft whimper. you wrapped your fingers around the base of her cock, before taking more of it in your mouth little by little. head bobbing on her dick as you take her in your throat. your tongue swiping on the underside of her cock made her let out a low grunt, gaining the attention of the fan in front of her.

“um… are you okay?” the girl asked, before pushing the opened album in front of her

gulping, she answers while trying not to moan out loud “ghk- yeah! how are you though?”

“well-“ Julie had completely zoned out, focusing on trying not to start whimpering in the middle of the fan sign

timeskip… idk what to put man😔

Julie’s facade had started to break as the fansign came to a halt, breathing heavily as showed her no mercy. every time you felt she was gonna cum, you stopped your actions. waiting for the urge to go away before going right back to deep throating her throbbing cock.

As the members were resting, Julie was still trying to be as quiet as she can with her the overwhelming head she was receiving.

“Do you have a ding dong?” Natty whispered to her, breaking the girl from the trance she was in

“H-huh?” Julie gasped out, feeling you play with her heavy balls. your tongue swirling on her tip. Natty continued to speak

“Y’know.. like a… cum gun? pew pew?” Natty started to lean in closer, voice lowered in order to not disturb the other girls. “Or a joystick? whatever you call it!” she trailed off, before noticing the slight sweat around Julie’s neck. “mmfh- fuck..” you took her all in your throat now, pausing for a second before bobbing your head up and down “wha-“ “shhh… yeah I do h-hAVE! one.. oh shit…” Natty looked at her wide eyed as the girl now had her head thrown back. “The fuck?” she questioned the older girl. Before she could respond, Julie felt you bob your head faster, feeling her tip ram into the back of your throat. She brought her hands to her face as to cover her flushed cheeks and to quiet her moans😵‍💫 her cock was throbbing once again as you suckle on her mushroom tip, she prayed you would let her cum deep in your throat. Natty walked away not wanting to deal with whatever was helping with the leader. Julie felt the same knot in her stomach, nearly crying out as she thrusted hard into your awaiting throat for the first time of the night. she painted your insides white with her thick load, making you gag but not rejecting it whatsoever. she leaned back in her chair, riding out her orgasm as she breathed heavily.

“Get up! we’re gonna perform!” Belle called out to Juile. still recovering from her orgasm she panted out a response “huh? i t-thought we would get a little practice before that..” her mind foggy, only thinking about how she would pound your pretty little cunt after this. you giggle at your girlfriend’s cuteness before coughing loudly. hearing this, Belle stepped closer to find the source of the noise.

“what the f-“ Belle lifted the cloth on the table, revealing your topless figure

“oh!- um hi! miss me?”

“how are you here? why is there white on yo- EWW NASTY!”

“nuh uh! not nasty… my babygirl tastes good..”

“yeah whatever.. unnie put your dick away”

hi my loves 🎀 IM LOCKING IN FIX MY ACC RNNNNN n other shit um💪💪💪🤫🧏 wish me luck yall…

Anyway Love you guys and stay safe❤️❤️

-Vicky 💋

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Who are some of your favorite Aemond writers? I am always looking out for new people but the tumblr algorithm is very bad

Hello!

Tumblr is blessedly algorithm free - it's one of the only social media sites left that will show you posts chronologically, rather than force what it deems most relevant to you to the top of your feed first. To ensure the best viewing experience for your dashboard, amend your dashboard preference settings to the following, and ensure you're scrolling the "following" tab and not the "for you" tab:

(Essentially, all but the final option should be toggled off)

Similarly, when browsing tags, look at "latest" instead of "top posts" and you'll see newest to oldest posts first.

Here is a list of all of the Aemond authors I currently follow: (beneath a cut, because it's a lengthy list)

@starvulture (not currently active in fandom, but has some x reader bangers)

@levithestripper (not currently active, but again, has some good stuff, plus a really good Tom Bennett fic, if you're into him)

@bronze-furys (mostly Gwayne and Cregan fics, but there's some Aemond stuff too)

@marthawrites (Midnight Passages slaps so hard)

@exitpursuedbyavulcan (entire masterlist is *chef's kiss*)

@st-eve-barnes (not actively writing at present, but has lots of great stuff to read)

@asa-do-your-thing (writes for an entire host of ASOIAF characters, but there's some Aemond sprinkled in there)

@lya-dustin (has a couple x oc long fics on her masterlist)

@happilyhertale (predominately Daemon, but also writes for Aemond and Tom Bennett)

@ripdragonbeans (mostly modern Aemond fics)

@flowerandblood (Hagi's masterlist is really more of a library - lots of gems for you to read)

@ultraintrovertedgryffindor (not really active anyway, but has some really good fics on her masterlist)

@toms-cherry-trees (a few really good one shots)

@in-a-mountain-pool (selfishly stopped writing in pursuit of attaining advanced degrees - please bully her in the comments of her WIPs to come back - STEM is temporary, fan fiction is forever)

@foxinthegodswood (no longer active in fandom, but all of her Aemond fics on AO3 - username: acrossthesestars - are genuine masterpieces)

@peachessndreamss (another creator that ought to be bullied back into writing, if we're being perfectly honest)

@kate-mccannon (recently started her first OC fic, go and cheer her on in the comments)

@huramuna (Aemond x oc fic - on hiatus, but what is there is great)

@almondmilktargaryen (lots of great stuff on their masterlist)

@the-dendrophile-bookdragon (again, masterlist is enormous, go nuts)

@lauraneedstochill (hasn't written for Aemond in a while, but has some really lovely stories)

@targaryenrealnessdarling (a fandom staple, needs no introduction)

@thought--bubble (Jess has written loads, and if you pester her with comments and reblogs, perhaps she will write more)

@yoursweetheartsrevenge (a really varied masterlist with lots of choice)

@sepherinaspoppies (lots of series to read, some still ongoing)

@mourning-sapphire (very active in fandom, posts decently sized chapter updates, very good)

Apologies to anyone I have accidentally overlooked! This was pulled together from a quick skim of the people I am following.

[kyri45]

Hellooooo I sure hope this isn't come off as rude or anything but im just curious.

Is the sky cotl x in stars and time au comic you're did on Hiatus? Its been a few months now since the last update and seems like you sorta just dropped it out of no where 😢 I know you were working on another (possibly larger comic) earlier and that's recently come to a close (i think im not 100 precent.) I've been following you for awhile now and you got me into Isat so im really curious what's going on with it. No pressure though! I know creating stuff like this can be exhausting so take your time! I would just like to know if you're going to continue it sometime or not :)

Hello! I plan to finish the whole comic for sure. Lately I've been doing what I can with the little time I have: writing script/dialouge (there's a very dialouge heavy chapter ahead that took me a good time to fully write) sketching panels etc.. but I was not able to fully finish chapters since they take so much time since the world is now fully coloured. But yeah i first have around 15 drawings to finish for work before having more time to also take that load

[fairyhaos]

How To Fucking Write: a guide by fairyhaos

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ENEMIES TO LOVERS

hi gays and gals! "how to fucking write" is back after a longgg hiatus ^^ this time we're discussing enemies to lovers which is, i think, a universally loved trope! please do send an ask if you have any requests for what i should write advice for next, and do reblog this post if it was helpful for you :)

# - HOW TO WRITE ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

.. bullet point one : choose your e2l

the most important thing when starting is figuring out what type of enemies to lovers you’re writing about. this is mostly semantics: lots of writers/ advice givers will tell you that there’s only one real enemies to lovers (when they’re literally enemies) but personally, i believe that “enemies” can be used as an umbrella term for loads of different relationships.

figure out what kind of “enemies” your characters are. this is by no means an extensive list, but enemies to lovers can include:

literal fighting enemies

(academic) rivals

2 people who snipe at each other a lot

betrayed(????) by one another

…and many other types.

figuring out in which way they’re enemies helps write out their dynamic, and also setting. 

for example, you’ll often see type #1 used in historical, fantasy, battle or mafia settings, where there will be two “sides”, either due to family feuds, country/ kingdom feuds, etc., so their dynamic often feels more serious and more emotionally charged due to history and/or ancestral beliefs that they’ve grown up with.

it’s often seen as the “truest” form of enemies to lovers, because the characters interact with the intention to genuinely hurt each other. this will therefore affect the way you write them, since it has to seem like there is genuine, mutual animosity between them.

example : [court of lies on ao3] — taegyu, enemies to lovers

(holy fuck this is such a bad example but) as you can see, enemies to lovers works well within historical settings, since themes of betrayal, bloodshed and battles lends itself nicely to the trope.

knowledge of how to write fight scenes can be quite useful (fightwrite.net helped a lot with writing mine), along with making sure that dialogue uses action tags that showcase the characters’ emotions. 

type #2, on the other hand, most likely takes place in universities, high schools, and sometimes in offices, where academics are important and it’s less about trying to hurt one another, and more about being royally pissed off by the other person’s presence.

there are certain nuances to how the characters interact depending on what kind of enemies to lovers situation they’re in, which is why it’s important to figure that out first.

.. bullet point two : figure out the why .

next, try to find out the why. why are they enemies? 

it is imperative that you explain their situation to the readers and make them understand why the characters are enemies, and most importantly, why they can’t get together right now. enemies to lovers often goes hand-in-hand with slow burns for exactly this reason.

are they enemies due to clashing beliefs? a certain incident that happened between them, or to someone they know? maybe it’s just repressed feelings?

for every type of enemies to lovers, and for their subsequent settings, there’s often a set list of reasons that most writers use to explain why they’re enemies. 

historical settings often have some sort of feud taking place, or a betrayal. academic rivals focus on, well, academics, but social factors of popularity are often used. and “enemies” who snipe at each other often have very superficial reasons that they dislike one another, such as a bad first meeting or a misguided impression of personality.

the reason doesn’t particularly have to be something as dark and deep as convoluted morals or someone killed someone else’s father. they still need to overcome their enemy relationship and become lovers, after all.

but having a reason helps your readers feel more comfortable that the story will go somewhere and that there truly is an obstacle that’s preventing your characters from getting together at the very beginning. and if that reason is an interesting one, then… well, all the better, i suppose.

.. bullet point three : the friends part

for a good enemies to lovers that has your readers truly invested in the story, the lovers potential has to be there too, even when they’re enemies.

the characters also have to have respect for each other, above all else. if the situation becomes dire, they need to be able to understand one another’s views and work together, or at least recognise that they share some ideas and have moments where they get along.

this will a) make the transition from enemies into lovers more natural and b) create the tension that makes e2l so popular.

the best ways to show these moments are by having scenes where the characters have no choice but to work together, and in that time, begrudgingly admit that the other person isn’t as bad as they first thought.

it could be a group project, them fighting for the same cause for once (against a corrupt/ unfair policy), having to get along briefly due to mutual friends, or any situation where they have to act amicably for once and, most importantly, learn a little about one another in the process.

okay, but yena, how can i write those scenes? what can i do to create that tension?

describe certain actions, mannerisms, and the way that they speak to each other that showcase acceptance and positive emotions. this can come in the form of:

lingering eye contact

them agreeing on something

smiles!!!! 

a pleasantly surprised inner monologue 

dialogue being more lighthearted

A doing something for B without being asked

(this is extra hard mode but) creating an inside joke

…and whilst it is a little shallow, an acknowledgement of the other person’s attractiveness always works really well, too.

example : [my other e2l taegyu fic on ao3]

as a rivals to lovers fic, their dynamic already started off more playful than in the other example i showed, but you can see that their conversation is more teasing, as they become more comfortable with talking to each other normally.

the term “enemies to lovers” always felt a little weird to me, because it’s important to remember that it’s often more like “enemies to friends to lovers”, because the characters need to develop a liking of one another first before they can think of themselves in a romantic relationship.

.. bullet point four : the oh moment

why do they become lovers in the end? 

what is the tipping point? what makes a character realise that they’ve fallen for someone they once believed to be their mortal enemy? do their feelings hit them all at once, or is it a slow build up? and what are they going to do about it?

enemies to lovers lends itself very nicely to the feelings-hit-me-like-a-truck trope and the iconic oh moment. writing the inner monologue is a good way to showcase the exact momene the penny drops. for example, i have a loose “formula” that i like to use when writing oh moments (whether they’re in e2l fics or not):

[dialogue/ action of B as A watches them]

[inner monologue of A showcasing fondness for that action]

[inner monologue of A recognising how their feelings changed over time]

[action from B that solidifies overwhelming fondness and has A surprised by their feelings]

[the oh / oh no moment as the penny drops and A realises what this means]

this is by no means the only way to write out a “feelings realisation” scene, but it works very well, because the inner monologue can use varying sentence structures and a bunch of metaphors and figurative language to build anticipation.

example [venus and sun on ao3] — seoksoo, friends to lovers

this extract essentially follows the outline i described, and seokmin’s acknowledgement of joshua as sweet refers to how he had previously known little about him, merely referring to him as “nice” before their relationship gradually built up to that moment.

for a really effective oh moment, the characters need to have a chance to reflect on how their relationship has developed. they need to be able to notice their growth and draw their own conclusion from there.

.. bullet point five : be careful . 

finally, some precautions.

with enemies to lovers, the whole attraction is the tension between the characters, the original animosity that is actually hiding their repressed feelings. but they still have to fall in love at the end, despite what they put each other through.

do not make them do something that they can’t take back.

this is quite important with enemies that physically fight each other. giving near-fatal injuries, or paralysing or physically disabling them (again, fightwrite.net is useful in giving info in this) is definitely not good lover-material. 

unless the injuries were given when the character was (maybe magically) influenced by someone else, or your characters are traumatised enough to be able to accept each other despite everything, then it’s a good idea to stay away from severe injuries that they inflict on the other and focus more on tense dialogue and opposing beliefs.

however, it’s still equally as important to be careful with emotional hurt that characters cause one another too. don’t make a betrayal too unforgivable. 

as a writer, you have to be empathetic: think from your character’s point of view. constantly ask yourself if character A will be able to forgive character B if they do something. ask if they can still fall in love with character B if they hurt them in some way.

if they can’t, then you know you’ve gone too far, and you need to dial it back.

and as a somewhat obvious but still just as important sidenote: e2l based on stockholm syndrome (captor x captive situations) or bullying to lovers is never okay. the power imbalance along with the trauma that can be developed from that means that it is not a healthy, viable, good relationship in the slightest.

never have your characters do something that you’d feel uncomfortable being the receiving end of. they’re meant to be lovers, remember? even when they’re not there yet, the characters should still treat each other with respect.

…unless, of course, you’re looking to write a somewhat toxic/ unhealthy relationship. in which case, by all means.

... and that's it ! if anyone has anything else to askt hen just shoot me ask, because i'd love to help however i can :)

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[xiibiibby]

I rushed to make the update post last night because I was tired. But I'll make a better one now to include all the minor and not-so-minor changes I made, as well as explain why it took me a millennium to get this chapter out. Note: Some of these changes are game-breaking, and require you to start a new game. There's a reason I urged people to read the devlog!

Dead by Daylight: Unraveled Changelog:

Added Chapter 4.

Added more flavor text to previous chapters.

Added additional dialogues and interactions with Bastion in previous chapters.

Replaced BG art and theme of the Status Page.

Experimenting with Emoticons on certain choices.

PLEASE do not load a previously saved game!! Because of the changes I've made behind the scenes, those saves will NOT function correctly moving forward. You MUST create a new character.

Chapter 4 contains some fan service with—you guessed it—Bastion. Remember that you can enable or disable this mature content via a setting on the Customize Page!

I am aware of a formatting issue on certain mobile resolutions; I'm fixing this pronto!

Finally, here's an explanation regarding the huge hiatus. Warning: I get personal here.

I've been in and out of a deep depression for the past something or so years, as well as having gone through a number of wild, traumatic events during that period! Now, I won't get too in depth regarding those events, but they certainly made matters worse.

When I had energy to work on something, it didn't last for long. But if there's one thing that makes me happy, it's writing! :D So, I decided to put my personal problems aside and finally deliver the chapter update I promised a long time ago! Wrapping it up certainly gave me a lil' serotonin boost! (❁´◡`❁) And I hope to keep this up so I can get another chapter out soon.

Anyway, thank you for reading! <3

I know I should probably make an entirely new blog to devote to this specific project, but I honestly don't even have the energy to manage this one… I hope you don't mind the disorganized mess! 〒▽〒

If you have any issues with the new chapter, let me know!

Play the game here.

[little-luna-llama]

Making a post specifically about this zoeynie doodle- usually I ship them (and I still do here just...not at this moment) but I whumped the fuck out of zoey bc she's my shayla and I want to talk about it.

So here's the context I came up with:

already had the idea of the demons coming up with ideas to split the girls apart and incapacitate the members- with Mira loosing her physical form for a bit(being entirely unable to fight or use her strength), rumi turning into a demon and loosing control and finally zoey: who here has had her soul stolen.

I'm between two routes here: zoey just being a limp body that Mira and Rumi have to fight through a load of demons and make some grand plan to get her soul back and protect her body- maybe without a soul a demon could possess her? Or puppet her around but I'm kinda saving that for rumi. Maybe that's the time constraint mira and rumi are under- if they don't get her soul back to her body something else could use it as a vessel or smth and they loose her forever. Either way as soon as they pull off their grand plan (maybe the demons r like haha idiot we won only for zoey to, weak as hell, prop herself up and throw her kunai, revealing that what seemed to be a throw by Mira and Rumi to have been their plot all along) zoey gets back up and fights with them.

In this case- the picture is right as mira and rumi catch beni(saja boy) in the act.

Alternatively:

the saja boys want huntrix to go on hiatus and thus dangle zoeys life in front of them to give them a reason- they come to some form of agreement (I'm going for 6 weeks here, no promotions or activities- and only weekly demon hunts for maybe an extra 2 on top). To ensure the girls compliance they don't actually give all of zoeys soul back- intentionally keeping her literal musical ability- no singing(no talking?), no rapping, no writing, she can't remember any choreo even if she goes through it step by step with the girls and unintentionally it really messes with her fighting bc she always thought of it as a dance.

-Though mira and rumi help her get out of her own head in that regard and she's back to fighting form when the saja boys show up again and are actually impressed that without a full soul she can still hold her own. She gets her soul back here (bc she realises she doesn't need them to give it to her if its hers in the first place) and also they decide to announce the hiatus publicly and get the support and adoration of the fans that way instead of through concerts. Zoey isn't perfect straight away but it is a quick recovery.

So in this case the picture is him holding her semi hostage to bargain with the girls.

And now for the zoeynie brainrot:

There's something so tender about dramatically holding her like that. He could have done literally ANYTHING else. (Tied her up, left her on the floor, scruff her)

Also I like the idea of him actually falling for her here, he's a fighter and he respects guts and audacity. She's in no condition to fight-she can hardly stand up, but here she is anyway with her knives at the ready. He not only respects it but when she kicks his ass he's like "Oh jinu....I get it now" much to Jinus violent protests

[voxina]

Do you think H and L make anonymous donations or maybe run a private charity organization anonymously? I thought it was interesting, for example, that the kids who walked out with the players onto the field yesterday all had the number 28 on their jerseys.

Hi honey!

I am sure that both Harry and Louis are involved in a whole load of charities that we have no idea about, and that they donate to different organizations or people in need more than we realize.

I remember when years ago, shortly after the hiatus began, we learned about how much Louis and his mother Jay did for a family whose child had a terribly aggressive cancer. This mother took to Twitter to defend Louis who was being hounded by the press, pushing on him a public image that is absolutely untrue. Jay herself stepped in to defend her son from false accusations, unjustified and relentless attacks and all the negative things you can imagine from the media. She revealed that her son does a number of good deeds that he tries to keep secret. She even tweeted to a fan saying: “One day I may just write all the things that Louis is about & that he does with no intention of getting any acknowledgment for! X He helps lots of people & asks that they don’t say anything. He does it for them. NOT for the story! X"

So I have literally no reason to doubt that they continue to donate anonymously. It’s a different story if you ask me if they run a private charity organization. I just don’t find that feasible. Personally, I think it’s really hard to keep something like that unknown. But I could be wrong, of course. Who knows really.

But one thing I can tell you for sure is that the kids having the number 28 on their jerseys yesterday has nothing to do with Louis.

If you look closely, you can see above the number the word "Article" and below the wording "You matter". This is in fact a direct reference to Article 28 of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of the Child (CRC), which is based on an analysis of what children need in order to thrive.

Specifically, Article 28 of the CRC states:

Every child has the right to an education. Primary education must be free and different forms of secondary education must be available to every child. Discipline in schools must respect children’s dignity and their rights. Richer countries must help poorer countries achieve this.

Basically, it's about the right to education. And you can find more detailed information here. That's why these kids had the number 28 on their jerseys yesterday before the Soccer Aid for UNICEF charity event.