#— no longer yours. series 🌹

[txemptress]

𝐍𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐀.𝐎.

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊 ➜ this is just a prologue!

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 ➜ cheating / infidelity, implied sexual activity, Claude being somewhat of a close friend! , No pronouns for it's second person view!!

Standing on the altar with your fiance, you hoped this story had a happy ending. But, the God above did not listen to your wishes as you soon found yourself.

Your first memories with Anastacius were memories you'd cherish all your life. Your being was his and you couldn't be happier. Of course when you received his marriage proposal you had thought it suspicious but suspicions disappear as soon as he gave you his everything.

His schedule always had time for you and you were always in his day no matter what. But, this all changed when his brother grew closer with you.

You had found that Claude and you had similarities in interest and other sorts. You figured, and so did he, that if you two were going to see each other day by day you two might as well make do of those similarities and build a friendship.

His brother, as expected, did not approve of such. You were begging him to let you go and he'd say yes only if you did...certain things that came to mind for him.

Anastacius assumed you were wanting to be Claude as a way to earn his, Claude's, love but in truth you just wanted someone to spend time with in the lonely days whereas Anastacius refused to let you go anywhere at all.

Days when you two do go somewhere, Anastacius would act like a very affectionate lover especially around others but when the day is over he goes back to crowned prince mode. Perhaps it was part of the role, so you thought.

But then days came by and Anastacius suddenly stopped those days from ever appearing. When they do he was barely the Anastacius you had hoped and more of the cold hearted crowned prince who everyone knew. Suddenly all his affection went down the drain.

Upon asking him about it, you recall the conversation as it played in your head everytime.

"Darling, can't you stay—" "Can't you stop?" Anastacius barked back as his irritation was noticeable. "You always ask this! It's tiresome as hell. And then you wonder why I barely talk to you anymore." He growls and there was no other thing to say.

You bonded closer with Claude more than ever. In hope that....that Anastacius would notice it and come back to you. Much to your distain this was not the case as Ana grew less and less in love and more and more of a hatred towards your being.

Your feelings were already crushed but were about to be even more when Claude one day pulled you aside. "What is it?" You ask as your heart skipped a beat. He was giving the look he gave Anastacius. Pure loathing.

"Come with me." He said plainly as he dragged you along. His eyes maintained an emotionless state as he led you to Anastacius' room. The room he now used for he did not want to sleep with the likes of you anymore. Inside two voices could be heard. Moaning.

You look at Claude as he just simply reached for the doorknob, twisting it open to reveal the couple in the middle of it. A horrified gasp escaped from your mouth as you saw Anastacius. Naked. With none other than Penelope, Claude's fiancé. Claude's stare was loathing both of them as his grip on your hand grew tighter. Every inch of him was trying its hardest not to lash out and kill him right then and there.

"You-" "Me." Anastacius cut you off once more as his eyes seemed to glow with delight while his lips gave a smug smile. "I'm glad you finally came to the realization. I'm sure if Claude hadn't been the way he is you wouldn't know of course." He laughed while Penelope gave you a triumphant look. Your eyes flicker on both of them before you break away from Claude's hand and take the steps forward to reach the bed.

"You loathsome b*tch." You shriek at Penelope before your anger gets the better of you, slapping her forcefully. Leaving Anastacius to tend to her crying ass. "Let's go." You say through gritted teeth towards Claude who just simply gave a nod. Leaving the two behind was easy enough, but controlling your feelings after leaving was not.

The moment Claude and you had so much as stepped from the last step of the stairs, all the tears you had so much as locked up broke free. You collapsed and sat on the step, sobbing your eyes out while Claude sat next to you. He was not crying, no he was stronger than you both emotionally, and physically. But this didn't stop him from wrapping his arms around you and let you sob into his chest as he whispered apologies and words of comfort, in his own way of course. You had gotten so used to him comforting you that it came naturally comforting now. You two stayed like this. A while longer and you finally calm down. "How long have they been doing this?" You say as your voice still cracks. "Not sure." Claude said as his eyes refused to meet yours. He was in pain. And he'd rather not show you.

The time flew as the days grew incredibly fast and went by with incredible speed. Claude had helped you get away from the Obelian Empire until he asked to send you back for he had plans and did not want you harmed in the midst of it all. You, of course, dealt with divorce proceedings with Anastacius and divorced him right before you left. News came by later from Claude as he spoke to you about how his plans were going and what Anastacius has been up to.

Then the news of the coronation came. That meant one thing. Anastacius de Alger Obelia was dead.

Your heart sank at the thought but you shook it off. He deserved it and so much more didn't he? You convince yourself, but there was a lot of doubt behind it and pain crept close too.

Returning to the empire made you realize how much Claude had changed. His image, his reputation, his everything except one thing.

How he treated you. He was there when you arrived and immediately had shown you what you had wanted to see. Anastacius's grave was there. He had mentioned that although they had caught Anastacius they didn't catch Penelope. This didn't really stick with you that nicely as she was the one you wanted vengeance on, although it was not really that necessary Claude promised to hunt her down anyway.

You were there on his coronation watching as the nobles flattered him with fake smiles and cheers. Watching as he seemed to notice these actions as well and did not enjoy watching them.

The coronation was over and he was the new emperor. As a gift of being loyal to him, he bought you a land away from the main city. And although you had it, you stayed in the castle because it felt like...home.

Time passed and you lost the intentions of loving the man who once loved you that was now dead. After all he was gone....

Right?

TAGLIST

@chxrrylxdy , @nxccolo , @midnightknightingale , @hi-kariii

[redrose10]

🌹 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥

Yoongi

Series

𝓒𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷 & 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 (Completed)

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 The Proposal

Alternate Ending 1 (very angsty) Alternate Ending 2

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓮 𝓘𝓷𝓷 (Ongoing) (On hold)

Summary: You have never experienced true love which is hilarious considering you write romance novels for a living. When you end up staying at The Interlude Inn located in Holly Falls you start to wonder if maybe the answer to your newest love story is sitting behind the welcome desk. Quickly, you find out that Min Yoongi hides a lot of pain and sorrow behind his shy smiles and quick glances.

Part 1 Part 2

Raspberry Romances (Completed)

Summary: There’s no one on this planet you hate more than your coworker/secret crush Min Yoongi. He’s an arrogant, rude, womanizer who gets under your skin every single shift and you can’t wait for your day to be over so you can get away from him. Unfortunately when Jimin, your caseworker from The Ministry of Adoration, shows up offering you both a raspberry jam filled cookie, things take a surprising turn for the worst and you can no longer get away.

Chapter 1- Coffee and Cookies

Chapter 2- Whiskey and Wedding Cake

Chapter 3- Tea and Tteok-bokki

Chapter 4- Sparkling Cider & Strawberry Pie

Chapter 5- Tacos and Tangerine Juice

One-Shots

He Knows

Promise

The Beanie Blues

Oblivious

I’d love too

Drabble Game

Jin- 1

Yoongi- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Hobi- 1 2

Namjoon- 1 2

Jimin- 1

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

What Are You Too Hard On Yourself About?

So my camera that I usually take pictures with is not accessible rn so I'm going to be using a different approach to doing pick-a-pile readings. I'm taking inspiration from other tarot readers on tumblr and use aesthetic photos that I find on pinterest and tumblr. let me know if yall like this more than the photo approach!

PILE ONE

Astrology: Virgo, Capricorn, Leo

Cards: The Wheel of Fortune, The Tower, King of Pentacles, En Caul

Song: Queen Of This Shit by Quay Dash

Vibes: ❤️🎂🚗🫖🥊☕️🍎🎲🎸🎹🍒🚑🍅⏰🍉✉️🍓🤍🌶.⚾️🥩🍰

Hello, pile 1! You seem to be hard on yourself for things that aren't even your fault, my friend. I think when you were young a lot of things were blamed on you so now you take responsibility when anything tragic happens. The thing about you is you are the one person that holds together the best in tragedy. It's only after it's all happened that you start feeling like you are to blame. You are not the cause of the wheel turning. Life is a series of up's and down's on the wheel of fortune. I hear you saying things to yourself like "I'm better off not being around" but my friend the wheel would still turn if you weren't. You being in the general vicinity does not make you at fault. You keep the ride on that wheel semi-stable, my dear. Please be kinder to yourself. You are so intelligent and you have the abilities of a seer. You know what to expect from the rollercoaster that life is and you are fantastic at preparing for it. Do not beat yourself up for existing. Do not beat yourself up for making simple mistakes. Accept yourself at every part of life. Love yourself at your best AND your worst.

PILE TWO

Astrology: Pisces, Gemini, Libra

Cards: The Hanged-Man, Page of Swords, Two of Cups, Lady of the Lake

Song: I Wish I Never Met You by Oh Wonder

Vibes: 💙❤️🦋🌹❄️💥🫐🍒💎🧲🧿🪓🌀🧯♿️🧰💦🍄🐳🎒🧢👠🧵🧣🌎

Hi, pile 2! You are hard on yourself for 2 things that work in tandem with each other. You either really struggle to find partners or you struggle to build romantic connections with the sexual partners you find. You have a very pixie-like energy which makes me think this is rooted in ADHD. You get extremely distracted by your interests and your experiences. This makes it difficult for you to find romance with anyone. The people you find connections with don't understand that you need patience and understanding. They don't understand that your ADHD isn't just a disability. Your ADHD is a PART of you and if they can't accept and love your ADHD along with you, they don't even deserve your attention and love anyway. I see that there is trauma connected to you feeling useful. Because you have been rejected for the way your mind works you think all you are good at is sex. You have fallen victim to people-pleasing behaviors all because you are allowing people to shit on an entire facet of your personality. Please stand up for yourself instead of being hard on yourself for how others view you. Their opinions do not matter if they constantly put you into a state of distress and self-hatred. Do not beat yourself up because of other people's ableism. You deserve a lover that understands you and accepts every part of you. When you finally stand up for yourself you will have completed a really tough cycle and your new energy will reward you greatly with a true romantic partner that will most likely be sticking around longer than the others.

PILE THREE

Astrology: Taurus, Sagittarius, Aries

Cards: The Empress, Strength, 8 of Wands, The Rainbow

Song: No Drug Like Me by Carly Rae Jepsen

Vibes: 💛🎺🏅🐝🐱��👙🍯🥧🥞🧀🌸🍋🍌☀️💫⚡️✨🌻🌼💐🕯💰🛍

Hey there pile 3. Your energy is so light but somehow very rich as well. You have such a lovely energy that people love to be in. This can be a blessing and a curse for you. This is because you aren't too attached to anything or anyone. You are the type of person who people get addicted to but you often leave as quickly as you arrived. You are too hard on yourself about how this makes people feel. You feel as if you have left a string of broken hearts behind you. I see you feeling very guilty because of this. Don't be harsh with yourself about your true nature. You need room to travel from person to person. You aren't the kind of individual to get attached to concepts you experience as temporary. Human connection isn't meant to be permanent for you anyway. You shouldn't try to save feelings by moving away from your authenticity. You are meant to be independent and follow your heart where the wind takes it. Let the broken hearts leave your mind. Let the guilt slide off of you like water off a duck's back. Those people will find new beginnings with people who are meant to settle down. You will forever be a free spirit. If you tried to tie yourself down out of a sense of guilt it wouldn't end well for anyone. Your authenticity should be your main priority, not saving the emotions of people who have paths to walk you can't follow. What they think about you doesn't matter if it's your time to dip again.

PILE FOUR

Astrology: Scorpio, Cancer, Aquarius

Cards: The Hanged Man, 2 of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, Cosmic Ocean

Song: Greener by Kid Quill

Vibes: 💚🤎🐸🦇🪲🦂🍀🍂🥝🥥🍈🍹🧩🛖✅⚰️♻️🧺🇵🇸🚪🤑🪑💸🕯📗

Hey there, pile 4! You need to be easier on yourself for your indecisiveness, my friend. You are a very interesting combination of compassionate and intelligent. This is what makes it so hard for you to make decisions fast. It's not that you are bad at making decisions. You are smart enough to consider the different paths that could happen when making a decision. You understand that your actions have consequences and you can predict them very accurately. You are also kind enough to consider how those consequences affect the people around you. You are actually REALLY good at making decisions but it takes time to consider all of the possibilities. People have given you a hard time about indecisiveness for a long time but that's because they can't see the gears turning in your head. They don't see that you see every possibility. They can't even fathom the experience because most of the people giving you a hard time are only thinking logically or are only thinking compassionately but you see both perspectives which gives you more intel to contemplate. Be a bit nicer to yourself when you make decisions slowly. The people critiquing you don't even know the half of it.

[night-dazai]

Happy Birthday Dazai Osamu !!🌹🥳🎂

(a.k.a my husband )

This was also a request and since it was my love's birthday I thought I would combine both. Also become a lot longer than expected 😅 summary: Your boyfriend who had gone on a long mission is back home but you feel he is not the same also his birthday is the next day and you do not want this tense air.

“Bella ~ “ his velvet voice dripping with lust was whispered in your ear “ I need you to relax hardly 2 fingers are in and you hold me down like this ?”. Long thick fingers pumped in and out of your puffy cunt which had been eaten out for hours “You have a take something bigger relax love “ he said gently kissing your lips which was a huge contrast to how his fingers fucked you.

(The image is from Pinterest )

It had been a boring weekend, your college had given you a long weekend due to Good Friday while he had a day off cause he “did a good job and deserved it “ the director said. That is what he told you but you were not fully sure how true it was “Dazai I am bored, “ you said for the nth time while your 8-month lover was busy reading his book for the 10000th time.

He woke up late, and while you had breakfast ready both of you shared the meal and soon went to bed and lay around till lunch for which you ordered takeout and kept lying around. You had done the majority of your work so you started watching the series you always wanted to while he started reading his book near. Dinner was a simple meal and again as you continued your series he continued to read.

For some reason you had a feeling he had been avoiding you, well it started a few weeks ago before the month-long mission the agency had. He said we won't come to your shared apartment for 4 days and the reason was “ cannot put you in danger “. His eyes were clouded, he did not look at you fully or he did not even hug you after saying that, he just left.

During the span of the mission he would come home less and less and you guys would be together, talk, eat and all but still something felt odd …..something was off.

You had told Dazai you were a virgin when you guys were having a very heated makeout session and as his hands tried to go into your pants. But the moment you told him, he stopped … stopped everything pulled you into a hug and you guys went to bed. After 3 days the intense mission started.

Nights became longer and lonely, and the bed was always cold you were getting used to it but somewhere deep down you felt hurt.

“Dazai!” you shouted voice louder than the person dying on the TV “Look at me “You had turned and were sitting on your heel to face your lover who sat calmly next to you cross-legged reading that stupid suicide book.

“Yes Bella?” he asked not taking his eyes off the book, you did not know what to say “What would get his attention, “ you thought and soon one word struck you “Let's have sex, “ you said loud and clear.

Dazai turned to look at you with the most unexplainable expression, chocolate brown eyes wide and mouth parted and his hands holding the book slowly fell to his lap “Y/n what happened ?” he asked.

“I…..I…am a virgin so…pls..slow or .la..later?” she stammered into my ear. The tightness in my pants just became more tight “ Bella? “ I looked at her. She surely was inexperienced when we started dating but this is huge.

“Ah ..fuck !” I cursed silently tracing my hands on her curves next to me like I was the safest person on the planet. Of course, I am not she should get away … My hands rested on her hips “I ….should go slow …..slow” I tell myself.

The mission was easy, but y/n … just looked more and more tempting “ I should wait till she is ready ?”

Tears well in your eyes, and you feel stupid “sex ?”.Your first bf left you cause he did not want to teach you how the be in bed while the second was so obsessed with many weird kinks when he pulled the straps and whips on your first time. You practically ran away. Both your previous relationships ended horribly due to your inexperience “Will he not like me too ?” you thought and asked.

“do you not like the fact that I am a virgin ?”

Dazai’s hands cupped your face while the book fell on the floor “ Bella of course I love you and what is this ? Did something happen ?” he asked.

All you could do was nod your head wiping your tears “No…but please I want you to take me “ you said and climbed onto his lap settling your hands on his broad shoulder “Please…take me ..” your voice begged.

His hands swiftly planned on your hips gripping it tightly “Love.. it is no compulsion for you to have sex with me . We can always wait till you are ready “ he said softly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear “Hum?”

Now you were not sure if he did not like you or cause it was because he thought you could not work well in bed ? “now that hurts my ego samu~” you said and leaned in your hands going down his chest to his belt “I…..need y….you …..”.

Tall fingers found your hands and held both your hands down “Love… Are you sure? I feel that there is something else that is making you do this ?” cold lips found your flushed neck “Tell me Bella ~” he cooed.

All your resolve crumbled down, no matter what compared to you the experienced bandaged man always had a way of making you a mushy mess “You…are avoiding me ….since.that night “ you mumbled falling on him and planting your face in his neck.

His brown eyes widen for a second understanding setting in instantly he chuckles hands which held you down are removed and wrapped around your waist tightly “Y/n…” he laughs a lot louder now “Seriously you are the cutest “ he says and carries you to your shared bedroom while you clung to him like a kola.

"Maybe thinking that she might need space was a wrong idea, " Dazai thought.

Putting you down gently on the bed like a glass doll “Leave me love I need to get some things” he said trying to pull your hands from his neck but you shook your head “What things?” you asked not looking at him.

“Wet towels, water, some lube …Bella let me go for a second “ he said again and before he could talk a moan left his mouth “That's what you get ass” you said biting his neck hard and making him whimper.

Smiling suddenly he pulled your pony, making you whimper “If you wanna play with fire let's play “ he said grabbing your hair a little harder and making you fall on the plush pillow “Sit back and enjoy “.

Your night pants and top were off in a second while his bandaged hands romaned your untainted skin gripping your flesh in certain places and pulling out moans you never thought you could make.

Being naked under him made you feel nothing but vulnerable and scared, but right now when you look into his eyes all those vanish. Lovely brown eyes filled with nothing but love and lust looked at you.

As if possessed you moved your hands from your chest showing everything “Beautiful Bella ~” he said eyes eating the naked flesh in front of him as his shirt and pants were getting removed.

Left in his underwear he towered over you, eyes asking for permission, tongue out and ready to taste you “Come here “ you said pulling him into a hug and making him immobile “ y/n …you have to leave me “ he said patting your hair. But you did not answer or nod, just an erratic increase in your breathing.

Feeling the ridge breath and heavy movements of your chest Dazai pulled back worried “Did I push her too far ?” he thought.

But again as you tried to pull him back into a hug to hide your face, he caught your hands. Holding them down by your face which was turned to the side to avoid looking at him “Tell me what is it love?” he asked voice soft and caring.

“Gentle … I am not ..sure how it will be but…” you looked right into his eyes “Please..gently “ you said.

His orbs widened for a second but he gained his composure soon” We can stop any second you want to, “ he said moving your hair to the side to kiss your jaw and neck.

Leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses his tongue works near your neck and collarbone ripping moan after moan.

“Y/n such a lovely voice, should I record it ?” he teased nipping the red mark on your neck, eye which was screwed shut opened up looking at him.

He sucks once more satisfied with his marks and admires it while stroking your sides “Don't worry …..nothing you hate will be done “.

Hands roaming in your chest “ such pretty breasts, all full and all for me “ he jumped between them like they were his last meal sucking and nibbling at the hard buds “Mine right ?” he asked again holding your right bud between his teeth while his hand plays with the other he looks up at you for an answer.

Refusing to answer you stay quiet, while he bites harder making you yelp “AH! That hurts !” you say looking down at him. Eyes staring right into your soul “Answer me y/n all mine right ?” you could only nod your head.

Chuckling at your shyness he gets up “ I need words love “One hand strokes your face while the other travels down to your core, which is throbbing and wet.

“yes..yours” you say trying to avoid his gaze but his hands pull your face and his lips on yours. It was a tad bit rougher and deeper, his finger which was teasing near your core now ghost near your clit, flicking it.

It was a little painful but felt weirdly nice, the flick was not too hard. Satisfied with your reaction he got up and opened a drawer next to the bed pulling out a packet of condom you never knew existed there.

Dazai removing the condom and putting it on himself was a sin to watch, bandages slowly fell from his body revealing scars of the past. His past was of murder and death but scars were also there cause he no longer wanted to live.

Slowly moving up you tugged at this arm pulling it closer to your lips, kissing every scar you could find. Swloly you worked your way up your shoulder, collarbone, chin, lips and forehead “I love you “ you said kissing him again.

Your boyfriend was a stone for a few seconds, checks flushing hands fumbling he hugged you tightly “ I love you too..more than you know “his voice filled with emotion but was hidden in your neck.

You somehow got the courage to kiss him like this but now both of you fully naked made you feel more vulnerable. Dazai still hugging you brought you back to the bed “Now relax “ he said kissing you . One hand was nipping at your hard bud while the other went down and trusted a finger in.

Long slender fingers worked their way into your tight cunt as you held on to his biceps “Da..samu…enough….” you said between hard inhales. Dazai chuckled looking at your state, wet eyes and cheeks, lips parted for oxygen intake, chest rising and falling having your lovely breasts moving in a rhythm which made him more hard and ready to cum on them “No love” he kissed your forehead and your nose “still not “.

He moved his hand and hit a spot inside which had you screaming and shocked for a second with your reaction “There..see right here “he pressed the spot again but this time harder. “I am using only one finger and you react like this …you need to be well-trained “ he cooed. An evil smirk played on his lips while the understanding settled in your eyes he slowly inserted another finger in you “I need you to take 3 fingers first okay Bella?”

30 minutes? 1 hour? you had no idea, you had 2 intense orgasms which left your legs shaking and feeling like jelly but still stiff, hands hurt from the sheer grip you had on the sheets and your boyfriend's hair. You thought you had pulled out a few strands but seems like you had no such strength “Sweet love…” he licked your dripping pussy again from the bottom to the top flicking the overly stressed bubble of nerves “See soo sweet “he got up sucking his fingers clean tasting you while making sure you watched each action.

You heard your friends tell you “Nah sex can be very boring or disappointing not like what we read in books “ but have told you it was amazing and even better than the books. And today you knew for sure sex with Dazai will never be anything short of otherworldly.

Kissing your lips, tongue dominating your insides he slowly spread your legs wider, you realised what he was doing …distracting you. You opened your eyes to find brown pupils looking at you “Relax, might hurt I can stop anytime okay ?” he said. All you could was nod your head and hide your face in the crock of his neck.

He was not very grithy but his length was a bit on the above-average longer side and the grith was no joke. His tip kissed your folds twice before entering.

Dazaai tried to keep an eye on your face but you did not let him, cause you knew if he saw you in pain he would stop “go..” you said while he hesitated listening to your hissing noises. And in ..he was inside you, little red droplets combined with your previous release and his pre cum dripped out “Y/n…?you feeling good ?” he asked patting your head “look at me please ?” he begged.

You slowly let go of his neck and lay back down, tears running like a stream down your face, lips open and breathing hard you looked up at him “I…don't know…feels weird “Your eyes looked below at your connecting with him “hurts …but…also ..weird “ you sniffled.

His mind was racing in all directions and telling him only one thing “ slow..gentle ..her first time “ but he wanted none of that. He wanted to start moving thrusting his hips, ramming into your cunt, watching your cry more tears but “it's fine ..it will feel good love “ he said wiping a few tears “Slalty “ he thought licking it.

Slowly he moved his hips while you helped his arms for your dear life, but it was long before his thrusts took a higher pace. The pain was present but something else was taking over you “Mh... Samu..” you mumbled mindlessly “Yes love right ..he..here” he grunted sensing your sudden tightness.

After making sure you were adjusted to his little faster pace “Bella, hold here “ he said bringing one of your hands to his neck while he held the other with his and rammed his hips into your cunt. The thrust was rough and bruising, you were sure your ass was red and all the air left your lungs in a second hand you panting.

He patted your head with one hand “Good girl ..ta..taking me so well..” he said through gritted teeth while ramming into you at a pace you did not expect the slender man to be capable of.

Soon you felt the third knot ready to release “Dazi…da…I..” you mumbled unable to form proper words . “Gonna cum huh ?..cum for me y/n ..cum on my cock “ he said. And right on those commanding words you released while he followed you in seconds.

Panting hard you lay there unable to lift even a finger, your whole felt like it was on fire, it felt jelly but also stiff “How do you feel? does it hurt anywhere?” Dazai asked removing the used condom and putting on his trousers.

“Mhh…it..was intense, “ you said and looked at him, keeping your eyes open was a very big struggle “We have to clean ..or should I get towels here?” he asked ready to do your words.

Instead, you patted the space by your bed “Check the time “ you said “12:15 am “ Dazai replied coming near you and patting your head while the other hand lay on your stomach “I was really not sure what to gift you but I am also not sure if I am worth it here ….” you opened your arms and smiled “Happy birthday Dazai Osamu “.

Your feeble voice and words had the man in front of you crumbling, leaping into your open arms “Tha. thank you y/n” he said. You were not very awake but could feel his words' emotions. He got up and held your face “You are enough more than ever, I am not worthy of such an angel “ he said. The face showed an emotion you could not read but hoped it was not full of sadness.

“Don't say that …if you are not worthy of me who will take me huh ?” you giggled. The tiredness was taking over you “ I am sorry ..” you yawned “ I cannot stay away but I am the first one to wish you “You smiled at your lovely boyfriend through half-open eyes “ I hope you enjoyed y…..yawn your present and thank you…love you “ you mumbled as soon closed your eyes.

As you drifted into a deep slumber, you could not look at the single teardrop that fell from his eyes, kissing your face “ I love you too angel ..my saviour “ he said getting up to clean you.

After he was done, he hugged your body tightly burying your face in his chest, even though a sleep you snuggled into his warmth giving a statsifed hum …you never knew the kind of power you held on this man for you slept while he watched his saviour rest.

(This image is from Pinterest )

[babygorewhore]

Texting The Evan’s. Fluffy edition. They’re clingy.

I love this series!!! Lemme know what other scenarios you wanna see! Warnings! NONE! Pure fluff.

Tate Langdon.

“I can’t believe you’re going out. What about all the board games we could play. I would even let you win at scrabble.”

“Babe. It’s just for an hour. You’ll be okay.”

“Fine. I’ll keep your side of the bed warm as you forget about me.”

“Tate I’m not going to forget about you.”

“I bet you already have…I miss your hugs.”

“TATE!”

Kit walker.

“Baby, how much longer are you going to be out with your friends?”

“Mmm. I probably won’t get home until midnight. Maybe later.”

“But what about us watching The vampire diaries? We’re just about to meet Klaus. 🥺”

“I thought you didn’t like that show.”

“I DONT! I just watch it because you like it…”

“Okay. Well. I guess I’ll have to watch Damon all by myself…”

“What, no!”

Kyle Spencer.

“🥺”

“Aw. Why are you sad, baby?”

“Miss you.”

“I miss you too. I’ll be home soon, okay?”

“💕🤤🥺😭😂😵🥲😵😢😍🙏🏼👀💕🤤🌹”

“Kyle. Use your words, sweetie.”

“💀”

Jimmy Darling.

“Sugar, when you coming to see me? I missed you at the show.”

“I know, I’m sorry Jimmy. I got super busy at work. I won’t be done for at least two hours.”

“Two hours? I’ll die without you.”

“No, you won’t. You’ll be okay, baby.”

“Look…I’m already halfway in the ground.”

“What’s going to help you?”

“Kissing you?”

Kai Anderson.

“So. When are you coming back?”

“I’ll be home in three hours.”

“Make it two.”

“Why? You miss me or something?”

“Obviously not. But I’m just sitting in the basement. Everyone is gone. Just wondering…”

“Sure.”

“OKAY FINE. I MISS YOU. ARE YOU HAPPY?”

“A little.”

“Fuck you.”

“Awww. You’re so sweet 🥹”

“Yeah yeah…”

James Patrick March.

“Dearest, I must inquire when you’re going to return to the Cortez. I’m alone here with a drink. Only dreaming of your presence joining me.”

“Oh, James. I miss you too. But my mother isn’t finished visiting me.”

“I suppose I must allow this visit. But I can never seem to let you go.”

“Awww. You love me!”

“More than the stars, the moon and the galaxy, my little fox. I’ll be waiting for you.”

@howtobesasha

[maochira]

I love father figure serie 😭😭

May I have situation that reader have a bad day and they say nothing but come towards and hug their dad (and maybe just mumbles the word 'i love you dad' while hugging. GOD THIS MAKE ME---) 🥲🌹

THIS IS SO CUTE HELP

Requests open! - father figure coaches masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, a bit related to this I think: how you start calling them "dad" (+ meeting your bio father) ((no Snuffy version of that tho)), not proofread

Noa has been very tired and exhausted lately, so he didn't really want to leave the house today. But he promised he'd drive you to today's soccer practice, and he hates breaking promises. The moment you open the door after he rang the bell, Noa already feels a bit better just from seeing you. And of course, you immediately notice he's not feeling well, so you quickly pull him into a hug. Your words "I love you, dad" immediately melt his heart and for a moment, it lets him forget how awful he's been feeling in the last few days.

Chris doesn't want you to know he's not feeling well, and he's extremely good at hiding it. If he didn't slip for one moment, you genuinely wouldn't have noticed something's wrong with him. Although, Chtis still refuses to admit he's feeling unwell and doesn't want to tell you what's wrong either. Because you still want to make him feel better, you pull him into a hug out of nowhere and whisper "I love you, dad." Being called "dad" by you makes him feel so much better immediately.

It's rare to ever see Lavinho being in a bad mood. Usually, he's the one helping others feel better, mostly simply by being around them. But today just has been awful for him so he's trying to get distraction by helping you practice soccer. But some thoughts still drag him down, so he's not capable of using his full skill which ends up frustrating him to the point where right now, he doesn't want to play soccer anymore. You're a bit clueless on what to do, but because Lavinho always hugs you when you're feeling down, you decide to do the same. "I love you, dad..." Lavinho is still caught off guard every time you call him "dad", but he immediately hugs you back and quickly returns to his usual personality.

Snuffy doesn't seem so mentally present today and is rather unresponsive to anything you say. He's clearly not annoyed by you and he's not trying to ignore you either, so there must be something else up with him. Even when you ask him about what's wrong, he doesn't answer much. But that's mainly because he's afraid of his problems and worries putting weight on you as well. After some silence, you decide to hug him for a moment and whisper "I love you, dad." The hug that was meant to last only for a moment quickly turns into a minute or even longer because Snuffy doesn't want to let you go.

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[nonokoko-is-daydreaming]

Post-graduation hcs part 1

I have been thinking about what might await the boys once they graduate, realistically speaking. I'm tempted to do another hc series similar but them as parents or with a s/o or something 🙈. Sorry, some are shorter than others. Hope you like them:

🌹 Riddle

He moved in an apartment with Trey and Chenya temporarily until he has enough savings to live on his own, alternatively moves in with his s/o, if he has one, ideally after graduation. He had been preparing for an independent life away from home post-overblot without telling his parents and when the moment arrives there's probably a big fight between them, especially when Mrs Rosehearts discover he won't study to become a magical doctor like she planned.

In his birthday vignette he shows interest in studying law, so I think he would be a judge. To me it's canon because it's a reference of how the Queen of Hearts was the judge in Wonderland trials.

Riddle disappointed his parents —more like infuriated Mrs Rosehearts— and had multiple arguments with his mom about what his future but he no longer cares what she says. He might like to continue being in contact if they come to terms he's free to do whatever he wants with his life; most likely only his father accepts this. #DisneyletRiddlehaveatleastoneredeemedparentchallenge

Riddle will need time to heal and accept this rupture is the best for him, but he'll still look at the past and mourn for the childhood and family he never had. He likes his job but sometimes he feels beyond exhausted after certain cases. Praying he gets the growth spurt or self confidence on his height he deserves 🙏

♠ Deuce

Deuce had one goal already in mind since his early freshman days, being a police officer, and by his determination you can bet he worked on it until the dream became a reality. Needless to say mama spade is super proud of her boy.

Oh the delinquent angsty teenager becoming a police. The irony. The amount of comments and stories his mom will share with his friends when they come to their hometown. They're not letting it live down.

Trey mentioned in chapter 5 that the best mages from fire and policemen are recruited by an international organization called Arcane Response Unit, which if I remember correctly it's the one that responds in OB cases when they aren't extremely dangerous. I find it sweet imagining Riddle and him keep seeing each other due their jobs.

❤ Ace

I'm sorry I have no idea which career he could be interested in (╥﹏╥) Maybe when we know his unique magic and more about him I'll write something else. But you know that joke shop the Weasley twins had where they sold magic artifacts and miscellaneous stuff?? Yeah, that could suit him. I believe he could have more ambition than just owning a shop though...idk

After graduation I can see Ace, Deuce, Grim and MC choosing to share an apartment while studying their major studies, if MC is still in TWST of course. Main trouble gang now as roommates, imagine the chaos.

♣ Trey

If he's roommates with Chenya and Riddle, they split chores: he's in charge of the cooking most of the time. He's also the one who keeps most contact with Heartslabyul classmates due his popularity as the "dad friend", but his closest relationships aside from Riddle are with Cater and Adeuce. Often reminds them via message to rest and gets upset if he finds out they have been slacking on a healthy lifestyle after moving away from home.

Either chooses to run his family bakery after his parents retire or becomes a chef in some restaurant. I imagine Azul would be interested in keeping Trey close or tries to hire him for his restaurant business.

♦ Cater

Your Cay-Cay keeps being fire on Magicam! ✧⁺ /hj

Just like Ace I believe Cater tried to make the most out of his school life, so planning from the start what he exactly was going to do wasn't in his top priorities. He knew he still wanted to have time for social media, and despite some minor existential crisis about his future he was realistically listing his abilities and cons in his search for okay-ish jobs.

Eventually he set up for working on social media management or marketing: him being able to read the room + being updated with the latest trends and internet language + meme culture + his obsession liking of Magicam + knowledge to make great pics to post = Best job for him!

In spite of the time being a publicist for brands and influencers take he still updates his Magicam account. Not exactly a worldwide star but I can see him having around +500K overtime and even hitting the million there or in his twst youtube channel. Because of his job and hobby he still cross path with Vil sometimes.

About his family... Just like Riddle I see him looking forward to move in #ASAP, but Cater kept in contact with his family because their relationship still could still be fixed. Therapy may be needed to further explore and heal his family issues and roots of his depression but eventually he's better, if anything still a bit salty with his sisters (don't get me wrong everyone here should go but Cater is in the list or easier to convince) Extra good sis points if they are the ones who talk with Cay-Cay about going to therapy and agree to go with him if asked <3

🦁 Leona

For a moment I wrongly thought "This man is filthy rich, I 100% can see him not doing anything with all the money he has if he feels like it." before the realisation that contradicts his character smacked me in the face. Seeing how he denied the idea of losing without a fight in the tournament I think he'll try to exit his title as being only the second born and make a name for himself.

Given he's a respected leader in his dorm and how he can put in work his leadership skills when the moment requires it Leona would want to be involved in his kingdom management.

Leona has a tattoo that resembles Scar's, and I think that was a symbol of the royal guard, so maybe he'd become royal guard captain. Something like an ambassador or related to military or diplomatic relationships, representing the royal family and travelling for politic reasons.

Knowing Leona he'd be keep ignoring his depression until others talk him out of that procrastinating attitude and force convince him to search help, most likely his s/o or Farena's wife scolding, since it seems he'd do what they tell him even if it's grudgingly. Cheka probably goes to RSA and by then any ill feelings towards his nephew are gone, although he'll always act like he annoys him.

🍩 Ruggie

In Ruggie SSR dorm card is shown Ruggie is fluent at Animal Linguistics. With his participation at the Animal Linguistics Speech Contest I'm positive he could find a job about it, perhaps work alongside Leona as the royal family interpreter.

Regardless of which career he chooses he'll make some good cash and after receiving paychecks he'll spoil his grandma and give small treats to his neighbours by buying a lot of food and making occasional meals for everybody when he visits.

🐺 Jack

Unless he marries somebody whose homeland is different I picture him living in his hometown tending to his cactus. He has a nice house, big enough to raise some kids, and space enough to grew his plants. Man has simple needs and he is content with it.

Definitely the most likely who ends up having a spouse out of all the students, closely followed by Epel and Rook imo.

At first I was blank about his career but thanks to a user on Reddit I agree with them that Jack could be a personal coach or some sort of athletic instructor, for instance ski/snowboard teacher since he likes it. Or a professional athlete.

🐙 Azul

Azul invests in the market and hit big numbers earlier than anybody else. Technically he doesn't need to work anymore or worry about making an income but he still runs a restaurant, expanding his empire as the owner of high quality restaurants both in land and sea. Chains like Applebee's are shit under his foot in comparison lol

Still trying to keep in contact with his dear classmates who he spent so many wonderful days Definitely not because he could use having the Asim new family leader or the royal captain or a honourable judge like Riddle or the STYX leader nono-

🐬 Jade & Floyd 🦈

The ones who mop the floor with Azul's competition

They are still by Azul's side, but they continue in their family business behind the scenes. Probably meet Riddle in the courtyard. Not because they are careless to leave traces behind mind you, Floyd just felt like squeezing some annoying dude and the law is being unfunny and charging him for aggression. Jade is never caught on the things his twin is accused of, but Riddle has the feeling he's never too far from the fights.

Each time the case is closed or paid with community services. Azul pays the penalty fees and the octotrio always act oh so casually about it while getting in Riddle's nerves. Poor golfishie thought he'd see the last of them after ending NRC and now he's near a mental breakdown when he reads "Leech" in his next trial file. Said trials must be a sight to behold, which is why Jade goes whenever he's not busy, amused.

👑 Vil

The octatrio preferably lives on land for different reasons: Floyd has an expensive and varied shoe collection he can't wear underwater, Jade happily built a greenhouse for his terrariums, and Azul has houses both in land and sea to supervise his restaurants and going on vacation when he feels like it.

Despite their shared shady business is likely the twins do secondary jobs to entertain themselves: Floyd keeps starting projects and dropping them once he gets bored, from modelling to participate in monster truck events. Jade studied economics and is in charge of the financial administrations of the business, but is member of a mountain lovers forum and its most active and enthusiastic user.

Vil had already planned his career since a child. However, he continued to expand his horizons: actor, super model, movie director, guionist, activist for lgbt rights and other causes, maybe helping Crewel to make a new fashion collection for upcoming seasons...you know, he takes Barbie's motto seriously. Probably loves being a director because he can envision and lead a movie while being on screen. He's Barbie because he can be everything he decides to be except being more popular than Neige

He keeps in contact with several classmates, including Rook, Epel, occasionally Cater etc. He has an online shop that sells products made by himself, except collabs he makes with other brands like Azul's moisturiser. Don't worry Floyd is okay, they found other merman to use :)

🏹 Rook

✨ Le chasseur de tes cauchemars ✨

Leona and company keep feeling observed, he has many people terrified. If hunter isn't his job then it must be related to beauty, but because he sees beauty in everything I'm not sure. Perhaps he has the same job as whatever his family worked to get all those villas but maybe they are just rich and inherited that CMON DISNEY TELL ME IF HIS FAM HAS A SHADY BUSINESS ALREADY! ARE THEY COPS?? WTF I NEED INFO

If he doesn't follow his family footsteps he could enjoy working as a photographer, capturing the inner beauty of the world both as a naturalist photographer and a fashion one. Hunting and stalking are his hobbies.

One of those who has higher chancer to get married at some point I think, but it's a bit tricky. He sure loves many things but something about it tells me in the present time he thinks he still has so many beautiful things and people to meet that he cannot imagine committing to somebody for the rest of his life yet?? Unless that person was fine he would marvel and compliment and stalk anyone he's around...

Open to having a longtime and stable relationship but it would make more sense if he waits until later in his life to get married in my opinion, realistically speaking at least. But be could also jump straight to marriage if his love for his s/o is that big, if his s/o is Neige, Vil or someone he adores as much as them.

🍎 Epel

Another student who had his future somewhat well thought out since he was a freshman.

Not long after graduation he studies a major degree and works in his family farm, trying to improve the Harveston farmers laboral conditions by implementing innovative methods to grow apples more resistant to cold temperatures...First he has to convince the skeptic elderly that technology and science can mesh together with tradition just fine. (This idea is from what he says in the Harveston event)

As weird as it sounds I can see Epel gaining more muscle after all those years working out. I'm divided between him growing taller or being ripped but continue being the shortest of the first year gang lol

[whatthefishh]

Sativa

Rydal Keener x f!reader

Part of the Oxford Comma series

Warnings: drug use (weed), studying excessively, oral (f receiving), mentions of p in v sex, baby cow eyes.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: this took me way longer than I intended to write, it’s been a really difficult time in my mind for me and to those who are waiting for requests / chapters of other fics ily for being patient with me ❤️ huge thanks to my lovely mutuals who helped me, especially @xbellaxcarolinax for reading it over several times 🌹 love you

The room was slowly filling with the distinct smell of marijuana, little puffs of air spilling from Rydal’s lips as he took yet another drag of his joint before he tried to proposition you again.

“Wanna take a break now? It’s not like you can absorb the information by just staring at the textbook. Doesn’t work that way.”

You only sigh in response.

“A little smoke might make all those theories seem a little less… theoretical, yknow?” He laughs at the end of his quip like he finds himself extremely amusing.

“Oh, you think me finally giving in to your bad influence will help me pass this exam? You really think that’s the best way to study right now? Really?”

“Not a bad influence, princess, just wanna help you relax,” Rydal says while pushing your hair over your shoulder from where he was lying on his side next to you.

Smacking his hand away, you huff in annoyance. This wasn’t the first time he’s offered it to you, and it was never pressuring. He offered because he offered everything to you, and this was just another one of those things. You didn’t mind the smell. It was just irritating when you were trying to study and were very clearly stressed.

Rydal had learned these concepts from childhood, the topics of discussion in class were the same ones he’d have with his family at dinner, with his father over drinks at the early age of 14 back when he was obsessed with being just like him. The books on the syllabus were his summer readings as a child, the younger version of him desperate to impress with big words and bigger ideas, learning the hows and why’s of socialism when all his peers were riding their bicycles around the neighborhood. He didn’t have to focus as much as you did at this moment. And right now? Your brain was at its limit, barely digesting the words on the pages in front of you.

You lowered the textbook into your lap, turning to look down at him. His head was on the pillow next to you, eyes boring into yours calmly.

You felt your resolve slipping.

“None of this makes sense anymore.”

“What doesn’t?” He asked quietly, changing his teasing tone to match your somber one.

“It’s like, it’s like I’m reading the same thing over and over but I know—“

“You already know everything, you’re overthinking—“

“No, that’s what you think, but the last time I talked to your dad and he full-on tested me—“

“—wasn’t testing you, it came up organically so that doesn’t count—“

“Yes! Yes, he was! Who casually asks someone what their opinion on direct versus indirect democracies is over lunch? Like, what the fuck was I supposed to say?” Your voice is bordering on shrill, the memory of Lawrence’s unimpressed gaze and your face heating up in embarrassment as you struggled for words flashing through your mind.

“I’m sure he’d love hearing your rehearsed opinion next time. For now, though, I’d love to hear your opinion on something else.”

“Does it have to do with our actual reading material or does it have something to do with getting lost in a cloud of smoke with you?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“I just wanna make you feel better, baby, is that so wrong?” Rydal is looking up at you, unwavering, moving to finger the edge of the sweater you had on before dipping his hand underneath to rest on your back.

Looking at him with those eyes, the intense deep stare he held; his pink lips and their slight upturn, gentle and playful all at once —you made up your mind.

Propping your hand to take the joint from him, he doesn’t give it but instead, he sits up to guide it to your lips himself, his other hand clutching your waist. Rydal rests the tip of it against your lips, his eyes watching the way you wrap them around it delicately and you swear you could see his pupils dilate and hear his breathing slow down.

“Take it nice and slow, deep breath,” he murmurs, eyes locked on your mouth as you inhale, “hold it, that’s it. Good girl. Now slowly exhale.”

You did as you were told, feeling the smoke fill up your lungs and burn slightly as you held it, and then exhaled straight into Rydal’s face.

“Oh god, sorry I didn’t realize how close—“

Before you could finish speaking, he took a deep drag of the joint and hungrily pressed his lips against yours, inadvertently blowing the smoke into your mouth while doing so. You could feel his warm breath mixing with yours, your hearts beating in unison as his lips worked yours. The almost sweet and earthy taste of the weed seeps into your lungs as his tongue claims your mouth. Everything was overwhelming and thrilling and arousing and beautiful and he felt so good right then that you wanted to claw your way into his lap and stay there, burrow into his chest until you were warm and safe.

Rydal would keep you safe, with him. He would.

Pulling apart for air, you don’t remember who moved first but he was tossing your textbook on the floor while you were peeling your sweater off, the room becoming instantly warmer, the need to be closer to him making you antsy. Needy.

The effects of the smoke kicked in sometime between kissing Rydal stupid and him taking off your bottoms, his eyes stripping you faster than his hands could. You were clutching his shoulders, desperate to keep him close especially once the weight settled over you and your limbs felt heavier.

He had to stay close, you couldn’t let him leave you at this moment. Your arousal mixed with the slight paranoia that came with the high resulted in a very strong desire to stay as close as you could to Rydal, needing him more than you could put into words. You hoped he understood from how tight you were holding him, from how much you were whining when he dragged a finger down your soaked panties.

You flopped back against his pillows and despite being naked, you didn’t feel cold, your eyes and nipples pointed to the ceiling as he kissed his way down your tummy. He already laved your breasts with his mouth, the traces of saliva he left behind from wrapping his mouth around your peaks now making them pebble in the evening air. Rydal’s hands were everywhere, his tongue dipping out every few seconds to taste your skin. The effects of the high made you hypersensitive to the maelstrom of sensations, his touches feeling ten times more powerful and intimate than usual.

You didn’t realize it, but you were making all the pretty and perfect noises for him, breathy moans louder than usual while he explored your soft skin, harshly panting and voice wavering on little moans. You were driving him up the wall, his hips softly grinding into his blanket for some relief while he mouthed over the top of your underwear.

Rydal’s mouth wrapped around your clothed clit, letting his drool soak the material until he could suck it and hear your shocked squeal of pleasure. You buried your hands in his soft hair, strands slipping through like gossamer.

He lifted his mouth an inch just to hook a finger around the gusset and plant an open mouth kiss on the very core of you. He was sweet like that.

Apparently, your panties were too much of an obstruction for him as they were ripped from your legs a moment later so that he could spread you open with his fingers. Licking a stripe up your dripping cunt, Rydal dived in, eyes closed, his nose gently nudging your clit while he tongued at your opening. He continued to tongue fuck you, slowly moving in and out of your little hole leaving you gasping and moaning lowly, tugging on his hair. He continued this little routine; licking up your peeled-back core, tonguing inside your cunt, and then to rile you up that much more, he would let his teeth graze your clit.

Rydal’s fingers were stuck gripping your thighs, leaving indents from how tight he had to hold you down just so you’d stop squirming. You were so restless from him edging you, almost cumming several times but he’d pull back, blowing cool air on your core just to take you all the way again. Occasionally, he would moan into you, swirling his tongue around your clit just to suckle on it sweetly as if it were honey he was drinking on. You were whining pathetically as you buck your hips up into his mouth, the synthetic dose of dopamine only serving to heighten your pleasure. Your limbs felt heavy, you could’ve been 10 feet underground, plunged deep within the earth itself, body like lead, and the only thing you could focus on was the way Rydal’s mouth lapped at you, slurping obscenely as he made you choke on a moan.

This time around, he didn’t let up, his tongue working double time as he stared up at you, his hands pushing your thighs further apart to give him the space to fuck you with his tongue with purpose. He was intent on making you cum, fucking finally. You tried to ask, tried to form the words to beg him – maybe you did, maybe you were begging him more than you usually did, maybe that’s why he was finally giving in to you, you really couldn’t remember what you were saying – but it seemed he wasn’t stopping. Reaching up with one hand to entwine his fingers with yours and resting it on your tummy, he groaned, almost as if giving you the permission you were waiting for to let go, that it was okay, that he’d take care of you, catch you when you inevitably fall.

And fall you did. Hard.

Eyes shutting, head thrown back, floating and sinking simultaneously, his mattress was soaked not only with your release but with sweat, your body feeling seven different emotions at once as you finally came into his eagerly awaiting mouth. Rydal was there just as he promised, made you feel good – brilliant, intoxicated, euphoric – true to his word.

The comedown was… interesting.

Rydal was still holding your hand, thumb rubbing the back of your palm while he nuzzled your thigh, resting his head and blinking up at you while you caught your breath. He was a sight to behold, his gorgeous hair mussed from your restless hands, lips shiny and swollen from use and his eyes, so fucking deep and loving and still hungry.

The giggling started, hazy thoughts from the high making it hard to stop, taking the weight off your chest as it continued. Thinking about how you were aggressively pushing his hands away from you just moments before letting you wreck his comforter had you covering your face, releasing another peal of laughter. Rydal’s lazy half-smile while watching you only made it worse, knowing he thought you were a lightweight and would definitely tease you about it later. Kissing his way back up your body, pressing his mouth lovingly on your soft parts, he met you at his pillow, smiling down at you prettily. You sigh after the last little laugh leaves your chest, eyes sparkling up at him and suddenly feeling bashful.

“Never heard you beg so nicely before,” he says, smiling, kissing the corner of your mouth before snickering at your embarrassed groan. “‘Pleasepleaseplease, oh GOD–’”

“Ssshhhhhhutthefuckup oh my god, I did not sound like that,” you shoved your hands on his face, hastily trying to cover his mouth from speaking and imitating you again. Your cheeks burned. You didn’t sound like that, right?

“Mmmph, yeah actually, you’re right. It was much worse,” he managed, despite your fingers slipping into (his?) mouth. After gently removing them, he held them down against the bed before leaning forward to hover right above your lips, “it’s okay, baby, I liked it. Can you do it again for me?”

And then he held your gaze, like a fucking siren, knowing exactly the effect he had on you and your now achingly empty pussy, the muscles clenching around nothing as he let his breath mingle with yours. Rydal didn’t kiss you, just stared at you with his eyelids low waiting for you to beg him.

“Are you gonna let me take care of you? Gonna ask me nicely?” He was so close but kept himself away until the only thing you could focus on was syncing up the movement of your lungs. His denial only made you want him more, desperation bleeding out from you.

“Mhmm,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? That the best you can do?”

“P-please.”

“There it is,” he mumbled, gripping his length in one hand, lining himself up to slowly push himself in, the fat tip of him stealing your breath.

Rydal never got enough of the way your sweet pussy gripped him, and made sure to pull as many soft pleas out of you as he could for the rest of the night.

[aurorawritestoescape]

GIRL. For the WIP game you must know that my eyebrows shot up past my hairline when I saw "American beauty 3 - Joel" 🤭🤭🤭🌹🌹🌹

Baby! I’m as surprised as you that American Beauty turned into a ?-part series😄 Here’s a snippet of pt 3🌹

“Are you thirsty, Mr Miller?” You ask with a little smile, shamelessly ogling his muscular arms, glistening with sweat. You bite your lower lip, imagining them wrapped around you tightly.

Joel looks up and his gaze slides up and down your body, pausing a second longer on your exposed legs.

“Where’s Sarah?” He asks, as his eyes quickly dart around the yard, as if his daughter is hiding somewhere, ready to catch you two.

“Her friend has boy problems. She went to console her. I stayed. Told her I didn’t feel good.”

Joel nods and watches you for a few moments. You feel burning deep in your core when he looks at you like this. Then he throws the hammer on the lawn, gets up and starts slowly walking towards you. His eyes are blown out despite the bright sun shining over your heads.

[yunarim]

🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it

ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?

✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending

▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ ✦ W.C. : 2.8K

“So, shall we start?”

Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.

“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”

“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”

“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”

“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”

You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t. 

“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”

“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”

“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”

Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?

There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful. 

“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch. 

“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”

 “You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly. 

“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”

“I am very sorry, your majesty.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.”

You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much? 

Can’t you see he’s being different to you?

“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”

“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”

“Enough!!”

You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.

“It’s Riddle for you.”

You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that? 

The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.

“Oh, it’s tea time.”

“I’ll prepare everything.”

You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.

He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors. 

Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him. 

You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside. 

Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him. 

After all that,

Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?

“Oh, Yuu.”

You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you. 

You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.

“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You echo him. 

“Smiling. It suits you.”

You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.

“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”

“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”

“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”

Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on. 

“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”

You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins. 

“Y-your ma!—”

“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”

“With me?..”

“Indeed. You’re different from them.”

“Yes?” 

“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”

You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks. 

“I have something to report—”

“Yuu!”

You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.

“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”

“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”

“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”

“I…” You turn to Riddle.

He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly. 

“Ignorant as you ever were.”

“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”

“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”

You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.

“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”

You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town. 

And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished. 

You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. 

There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.

But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.  

And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.

“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”

You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave. 

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town. 

Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.

“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.

He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”

He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.

“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”

You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.

The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain. 

“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”

“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”

“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.

“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”

“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”

You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks. 

“Off with your head!”

You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.

“Yuu… no… you can’t…”

“Riddle.”

He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you. 

“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”

Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state. 

“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance. “If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”

Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing. 

You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.

It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment. 

Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him. 

You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—

To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go. If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.

You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?

You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.

“To think you presume you would run away from me.”

You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive. 

“Off with your head!”

The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering. 

“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.

You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.

“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”

Riddle…

How come you know his name despite never having met him before?

“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”

You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.

“Yuu?..”

“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.

“I am not… sure?”

“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”

“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”

He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”

“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”

You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back. 

“W-wha?!—”

“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”

“Is that so…” 

Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.

“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”

“I… don’t mind.”

If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.

© yunarim 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[sea-moon-star]

Bangtan Village: Pregnancy Series || Maknae Line: 1

1: Deciding to have a baby

Pairing: BTS maknae line x f!reader, jimin x dancer!oc, taehyung x psychologist!oc, jungkook x idol!oc

Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, husband!BTS, dad!BTS

WC: 3.5k words (1k ish each)

Summary: The part of Bangtan’s life where they’re all living next to each other in a privately owned township that’s just outside Seoul, it’s close enough for them to get to their social & work lives but far enough to provide them with privacy as they’ve become global legends after the end of their most successful re-union, comeback and world tour in 2025-26. While they continue working simultaneously on solo and group endeavors, they take it slow to focus on their personal life, especially with their growing families taking precedence. As of now, all 7 members are married, with Hoseok & Jimin already having kids of their own. But they’re nowhere close to done, the number of tiny humans in this village is yet to increase!

A/N: The one where all my ocs are named after flowers hence the header! Hyung line to follow soon, more parts too. Spot the cameo by Astro's Eunwoo & 97 liners. Ready, set & begin 🌷🌺🌹🌻🌼💐🌸

Jeon Jungkook x Lee Hae-rin🌷:

Jungkook and his wife had already had a baby conversation before they were married, one where they’d both decided they were more than happy being pet parents- Jungkookie with his dog named Bam and Hae-rin with her cat named Haru. Although they were opposites called Night & Day, the Doberman had learnt to get along with house cat since they had been introduced back when she was a kitten. And this gave them the chance to have company at home while the other was busy with their career, their schedules often clashing as two idols at the peak of their stardom. Though Jungkook had the security of having a group and hence, could take more time off, unlike Hae-rin for whom being a solo artist meant she had no stand by to rely on. And yet by some miracle, today they had both taken time off work to attend a dear friend’s baby shower.

Fellow 97’ liner, Eun-woo, the host of the event had taken a moment away to greet Jungkook while Hae-rin congratulated his wife. “Are you sure, you can’t stay for longer? It’s so rare that we get to see the both of you together and spend time. Once the baby comes, it’ll be much harder, why don’t you stay, Jungkook-ah?” Eunwoo tried to persuade Jungkook but he just shrugged his shoulders with a defeated sigh & replied back, “You know I’m really happy for the both of you, right? I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to… I just need to go…” “But why, Jungkook-ah? You’re always the most excited one at all our baby showers, be it for Mingyu, Jaehyun, Bambam, so what’s wrong today? I can see it on your face that something is really bothering you. Tell me, friend. You know I’m here for you…” Eunwoo reassured Jungkook, a hand on his shoulder as his friend broke down at his touch & replied, I won’t lie to you, it just hurts too much to be here. And that’s why I need to go… I can’t see any more of these baby showers, knowing that I’ll never host one of them myself. And it’s worse today because she’s here and I’m scared she’ll see through me, that I’ll ruin this for both of us because I’m the selfish one that wants kids when we decided we wouldn’t have any.”

“You made that decision years ago, why don’t you speak to her once again? She’s so good with the kids, whether the 97’ liners or Bangtans, maybe she’s changed her mind?” Eunwoo offered hopefully but Jungkook pursed his lips as he said, “It’s not that she doesn’t like kids, we both do. But it’s one thing for us to enjoy with our nieces and nephews, it’s another to actually have children. And for all the women around us, it was easier for them to have children, it’s different for her. They aren’t celebrities in their own right, they have ordinary lives and jobs that allow them to do both side by side. And your wife, even though she’s from the industry- she’s an actress who’s allowed to take a maternity break and get back. The roles might be different but the fame remains untouched, the success does too. But it’s not the same for an idol, our careers are short spanned as it is and this is akin to self-sabotage. Stamina, reputation, fan following, everything takes a hit and I couldn’t do that to her, not while BTS continues to thrive. I can’t pull the plug on her career, that’s the most self-serving and sexist thing I’ll ever do and I refuse to be that man.”

“And what about husbands that hide things from their partner and mislead them? That doesn’t make you a misogynist, Nampyeon?” A voice said from behind and Jungkook almost dropped the glass he was holding in his hand, as he saw his wife standing there, having heard their conversation. Eunwoo slipped away, after a quick pat on Jungkook’s back, wishing him luck as he gave the couple privacy to discuss what had just gone down.

“Who were you to decide what I should do? Whether I choose my career or my family life, it’s my choice to make. Not yours! Why have you never once told me this? I thought you genuinely didn’t want kids, so I never brought it up. Sure, I’m indifferent about being a mom, I wouldn’t mind either ways. But I’m not indifferent to you! If this is part of your dream, then why would you just let it go? You’ve let me put my dreams first, since day one. You welcomed me into Hybe as my sunbae, you recommended my debut song to armys and catapulted me to success, you stood by and watched as I ranked #1, won awards and went on world tours, you even pushed our marriage so it wouldn’t affect my prime. And you think I wouldn’t want to do the same for you? Give me the chance to do for you, what you did for me, love. Please?” She implored him to listen as he asked, “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret it, it’s not just your career, it’s your body, things won’t be the same again… you’re doing the heavy lifting, it’s not me…” “You think I’d ever regret creating something that’s a sign of our love? To bring a child that’s part you into the world, that’s the easiest idea to get on board with. How could I ever not love someone who is a mini you?” She said with a wide smile on her face as she gazed into his eyes, and he broke into a grin, “You make a good point but truth be told, I’ll be rooting for our child to be a reflection of you.”🌷

Kim Taehyung x Ahn Nari🌺:

There was no deciding about when to have a kid, with Taehyung and his wife. She’d been writing a baby diary filled with poetry, letters, life lessons & more since she was 18, he’d been craving wanting to be a dad ever since he’d grown up raising his younger siblings. With them, they’d just left it up to faith, they just wanted to be pregnant, they’d be preparing all their lives and the when didn’t matter. Everything had been blissful after their marriage, until the day when Taehyung came home to find his wife curled up on the sofa, crying her eyes out. He rushed to her side, his heart constricting in his chest as he felt her heaving sobs and tried to contain her grief in his arms. He wasn’t sure of what to do to help her feel better, being a therapist- comforting others & helping them through their emotions was more her department than his. In fact he couldn’t remember the number of times, she’d motivated, validated & held space for him.

Still, he knew what words couldn’t say, his actions would so he hugged her tighter as he whispered, “Yeobo, what’s wrong? I’m here, whatever it is. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Just please, look at me…”. Despite his pleas, she couldn’t meet his eyes, her gaze trained at the piece of paper on the coffee table of him. It was stained with her tears but he picked it up, he saw it was a medical report from a local fertility clinic. It had been barely a year into their marriage but they knew something was amiss when they still couldn’t get a positive test. Though his way of coping had been to deny it all along and bury himself into work, clearly she’d had enough and decided to go looking for answers.

“They… they said… I would never… be.. a mot…” She tried to whisper but he cut her off, “No, don’t say that. They’re lying, they’re just being insensitive and stupid. You will be a mother, I promise. They don’t know shit, they’re just a small suburban clinic, I’ll take you to the best doctors, to the biggest super specialty clinics, adoption centers, we can go abroad, whatever it takes okay? We can do whatever we want, the options are endless.” She shook her head and stepped back from his embrace, the fury and hurt painting her expression as she cried out, “It’s hard enough to adopt ONE child, you always wanted our kids to have siblings, you wanted 5 children!? And we wanted a child before we were even married, how long are we going to wait? Do you know how long medical procedures take? It could be YEARS because we even have a child, are you really going to be able to wait that long? Can I? I wanted to be young, I’ve seen what happens when there’s a huge generational gap between kids and their parents, I never wanted this… it’s the one thing we’ve always pined for… and I’m going to break that dream for both of us.”

He cupped her face in her palms, forcing her to make eye contact with him, “Y/N! Stop. I won’t allow this. As long as you and I are together, the dream is alive. We’ve made the impossible come true before, we can do it again. You were a preemie kid who wasn’t going to survive but you did! Bangtan defied the odds with our success. We’re fighters, we don’t give up, okay? We’ll find a way, we always do, love. Why wait? I’ll make an appointment tomorrow and this time, no doing it alone, I’m coming with you. I’ll take the tests, I’ll be there for your follow ups, whatever it takes, we’re in this together. What do I always say, huh?” “Teamwork… makes the dream work.” She replied gingerly, her voice getting stronger with every syllable as he gave her a kiss on the forehead and felt the tension exit her body with his gesture. 🌺

Park Jimin x Song Jang-mi🌹:

Park Jimin was the only Bangtan member to already have 2 kids, his childhood sweetheart turned wife from his dance school had given him two daughters. It was obvious to anyone that he loved them more than life itself- that’s why their names were Ae-Cha, which meant loving daughter and Mi-Cha, which meant beautiful daughter. He had the biggest smile on his face when he came home from work to watch both his daughters, aged 5 & 3- sit together at the dining table playing, having a fake tea party with their dolls. They were so engrossed with the pretend play that they didn’t even notice that their dad had come back home. But even though part of him wanted to swoop them up into his arms, he held himself back, watching in admiration while leaning against the door frame of the living room.

He was joined by his wife who slipped her hand, across his waist and leaned closer & whispered, “Can you believe we actually made it past the terrible twos & threes? I can’t believe they’re our girls? That the same kids who once turned the house upside down are now both sitting quietly, the house is clean, I actually had time to have a cuppa without being interrupted, it’s surreal!” “Yes, that’s why I dare not disturb them. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, they’re really grown up, huh? Where did the time go? It feels like yesterday that we got married & here we are already… At this rate, they’ll be in college soon & I’ll have to walk them down the aisle!?” He said incredulously, while she responded, “You’re forgetting the hormone crazy teenage phase, where they’ll hate everything we say & do, rebel & go out at night, you’re gonna have to give them a talk about safe sex, & not murder any boy they decide to bring home. I’d pay good money to see that!” She chuckled as he glared at her, as she relunctantly stifled her laughter.

“Stop it, you mean woman! I’m not even slightly ready to go there, not even in my mind. And you might hit me for saying this but… I actually miss the chaos? I miss tripping over legos, wearing mis-matched shoes, having spit-up on my clothes, knowing that they’re tiny enough to be safe in their cribs or even better, inside you.” He sighed & told her as she agreed, “Yeah, you’re right, I actually miss the time, it felt like everything was slower when they’re not born yet, almost like you can control how fast they grow up. 9 months of time, where it’s just us & nothing & no one can get in the way of that.” “If you didn’t hit me then, you’re definitely going to hit me now but I’ll take my chances… would you, consider doing it all again? Having one more kid? I don’t think I’m ready to let go of them being babies just yet.” He softly muttered as her eyes widened in surprise at the proposition. “I’m not going to hit you, trust me. In fact, I think you’re right. That must be why I haven’t been able to part with any of their baby supplies, I’ve held onto them- they’re still in the attic, you know? Even though I was supposed to give it away to charity ages ago. As much as I want to jump right into this, are you certain we can do it? 3 kids is a lot. What if we bite off more than we can chew?” She asked, a hint of anxiety in her tone as he pulled her closer to him & said firmly, “We’re a power couple, we’ve always been. With you, nothing is too much trouble. I have full faith in us, jagiya.” 🌹

To Be Continued... 🌊🌙⭐️

[txemptress]

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𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭?❞

⟢ 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ‹𝟹

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➥ 𝕻𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

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[murainhell]

Any headcanons for radioapple or radiorose you won’t be able to add/address to your fics?

This is an interesting question and you have made me think more than I expected haha

Usually, if I think about the characters and how they interact with each other, I tend to do it around a story. So there's a good chance it's already in fic or comic format in my head. Especially as I always move around QPRs with Alastor. Thoughts on him? Plenty. What would he do on a Friday afternoon with Rosie? Hmmm, let's see… *starts writing a scrip* (<- literally what has happened with an idea with Alastor and Vox).

But! After thinking about it, it turns out that I do have ideas in my head that I assume to be true for my stories but I don't think I'm going to be able to talk about. So here are a few:

Alastor and Lucifer 📻🍎

Completely obsessed with them bonding over music, playing instruments and dancing. This is something I wish would also happen in the canon series; they've already sung a song together, they can throw knives at each other in the morning and give a concert in the afternoon lol. But I don't think I'll do anything with that, because there are people who have explored it before. And yes, two cakes! But I don't know anything about those things, I wouldn't know how to describe the situation well. But I assume it's something they do in my fic some evenings; no need to talk, just enjoy the moment.

First activities they do, now what they DON'T do: cooking together. Watching his workshop in canon, I see Lucifer as a very messy person in the kitchen, not cleaning up because, well, magic sorts it out later! Let's experiment! While Alastor has his own chaos, but within absolute control of the situation. He's had time to learn how to handle a crime scene, so it's all neat and tidy in his own way. I did mention this in my fic in passing, but I'm sure I'm not going to add a whole scene of them trying (and they have tried), because it would give me a headache haha

Alastor has a small collection of things he has taken from Lucifer as mementos. In my fic, I think I remember Lucifer thinking in one scene that he doesn't mind leaving Alastor alone in his room because if he wants something he's sure he'll have slipped in before to take it. He was right. Alastor currently has the red monster figurine (which is totally cursed cat), several ducks, some Lucifer blueprints (the best way to disagree with them, make it disappear and the other may forget it existed), and a couple of things that might be relevant in future one-shots, we'll see.

Alastor and Rosie 📻🌹

More tricky because it's more like I haven't had time to sit down and do anything more with them, but some ideas that are in my mind that aren't in any of my fics for now:

Alastor leaves Rosie gifts, especially when they don't have time to see each other. A little ‘I've been thinking of you’. Sometimes roses, sometimes books, it depends. (If any of you are interested in this, it's a good time to recommend this fic "Fawning Over You" by Bexii. It does have a romantic tone, but I really enjoyed it, it's lovely.).

Even if they get along well, they both have a plan in the back of their minds on how they would try to defeat the other if it came to it. They are both smart and need to be prepared for everything; they just trust that day will never come.

On that note, it's exciting for Rosie to be able to trust him! Because of her relationship with men, her current solution to arguments is to get them out of the way, it's not worth the effort the moment being with someone is no longer fun. But Alastor has survived by her side many years and has never failed her. Actually, I think they could both bond around the “ugh, I don't understand men" since he also prefers the company of ladies haha

And I think this is enough for now. Sorry for writing so much oops

[fairyniceyeah]

🌹 The Rose Masterlist🌹

Fairy's Full Masterlist

Whole group:

The Rose Headcanons - Motionsick The Rose Headcanons - Sick but not sick enough to stay home

🤍 Woosung/Sammy:

'Cause everybody fears the one Hajoon has got the stomach flu – bad thing is: Woosung is terribly emetophobic. Jaehyeong comforts his hyung. Companion piece to Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now. [CW: emeto, panic attacks, emetophobia]

Deep inside my complex mind Backstory to ‘Cause everybody fears the one and Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now. Woosung is sick with the stomach flu for the first time with the members and the panic gets too much. [CW: mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, emeto, fainting, panic attacks, emetophobia, paramedics, ambulances, hospitals]

I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way I I got you, you got me, nothin' in the way II Woosung falls during the preparation for their tour and injures his foot badly. Waiting at the hospital takes much longer than he can endure. [CW: injury, fainting, hospitals, nausea, emeto, IVs]

Don't forget when you were a child Woosung returns home to his eomma to relax during his time off. His stomach has other ideas. [CW: emeto]

❤️ Dojoon/Leo:

Oh, love is something good for us to share ATEEZ’ Yunho is suffering from heat exhaustion at Coachella but he soon finds help from unusual caretakers – The Rose hyungs. But Dojoon and Jaehyeong themselves are not doing good either. (ATEEZ - Crossover) [CW: emeto, talk of fainting]

🩵 Hajoon/Dylan:

Don’t you worry cause I’m with you now Hajoon starts feeling sick at night and is unable to leave the bathroom. Loneliness and guilt plague him as Jaehyeong is focused on the panicked Woosung whose emetophobia Hajoon triggered. Companion piece to ‘Cause everybody fears the one. [CW: emeto, guilt]

It’s better to be held than holding on Hajoon nearly throws up during the Q&A before a concert, is unable to keep anything down and still - despite his members worries - he insists on performing for Black Roses. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto]

I'm under cold rain again After a week of vacation with his parents Hajoon is ready to see his members again. But instead he is sick, a few hours away, alone and the security guards are more than rude to him. All he wants to be is home. [CW: emeto, kind of public emeto, idol mistreatment]

💙 Hajoon Insecure Series:

Angel During a concert Hajoon suddenly starts feeling lonely and separated from his members. [CW: low self-esteem] Nauseous Hajoon overhears a conversation between his members that wasn’t for his ears. [CW: low self-esteem] Eclipse Why is Woosung so kind to him when hours ago he wanted to get rid of him? [CW: low self-esteem, faking sick, "migraine", mentions of "nausea"] Take Me Down Hajoon accidentally burns his hands, making himself useless as a drummer. [CW: low self-esteem, burns, intentional worsening of pain] Sorry Getting drunk is the only way Hajoon feels like he can deal with everything. [CW: low self-esteem, drunkness, alcohol consumption, emeto] Alive Was there truly a use for the Blue Rose? [CW: low self-esteem, loneliness] Sour It’s time to say what he needs to say. [CW: low self-esteem] Time Is it the last time I hold your hand? [CW: low self-esteem]

Eclipse - Gold Star The director's cut of Eclipse.

🩷 Jaehyeong/Jeff

Oh, love is something good for us to share ATEEZ’ Yunho is suffering from heat exhaustion at Coachella but he soon finds help from unusual caretakers – The Rose hyungs. But Dojoon and Jaehyeong themselves are not doing good either. (ATEEZ - Crossover) [CW: emeto, talk of fainting]

Here is the link to the Request list for Fairy for an idea of upcoming fics!

[crow-raven-crow]

Hey there crowvyn 👋

I'm just wondering if you saw my request (Dom Donna x sub reader ). This is no rush. I understand everything completely.Its just you know,it's been very long,so I just want to know.

-wish you a lovely day 🌹

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞 - tldr and message for you at the bottom of this post xx

im going to use this as my next little update post since i finished all of the requests in my last update ehhe

I currently have three requests in the works right now - one of which is yours ! I actually made the decision last night that I would be pushing yours up to be the next fic out

i'm doing this because i need to rekindle my passion for the lovely Larissa Weems. I still think about her, but after writing SO many fics about her over and over, it made me feel a bit mechanic and i hate feeling like that - i'm going to pick her requests back up after this Donna fic, so don't worry weems anons

these are the ones in my notes, but i'm focusing on the top three (which are on my masterlist)

★ In terms of requests, I have (in order from top to bottom):

𝐁𝐞 𝐀 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥.. - Donna Beneviento x Reader, dom!Donna, heavy teasing from reader, prob punishment sex, plot is established

𝐎𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 - Larissa Weems x Reader, virgin reader, first times, soft, plot is established

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 - Larissa Weems x Reader, hand kink!! <3, reader loves Larissa's perfume, plot is established

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮.. - Brienne of Tarth x Reader !!!, fluff ehehe, small angst because im crazy, soft smut, Brienne comes back after being away for a while - this one.. ok im not far in Game of Thrones so accuracy is kinda meth but like im excited hehe - plot is established

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 - Larissa Weems x Reader, Larissa finding out reader has nipple piercings, reader has an innocence about them so it comes as a surprise, plot undecided

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 - Larissa Weems x Reader, soft, cute, fluff yayay, reader stops taking antidepressants for a bit but goes back on them, really bad serotonin syndrome, concerned Larissa - i did some research on this already, but if anyone has any tips/points they can send me about this so i can know more about it then it would be very much appreciated, especially if it's from the anon that requested it ! - plot undecided

What's above is in the request. I work in sections, and the titles of what I'm working on will be added to my masterlist and placed with/under their character section as I get to them. Again, titles are subject to change, but it's unlikely for this section.

★ In terms of series (in the works, not coming out for A WHILE):

i figured I'd update about these since they were in my last update. UHHHH;;; no clue when they're coming out LMAO. I'm working on them every now and then, but they'll likely be worked on when i have a longer break from school (which kills me high key). Oh.. there's also a new series idea I have written down.. it's actually really goof but I want to watch the show before I really establish anything

This is just what I can do with my time and focus (which is important)

★𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬:

That idea that I mentioned being Brienne, Larissa, or Lucifer in my last update ACTUALLY ended up being the Alcina Dimitrescu one I posted yesterday LMAOO. I loved that idea smmmmm like gods it was so fun to write. Still around the 6-ish personal ideas. But (again) I do prioritize my requests.

★ 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬:

i work in sections, my masterlist will be updated with the current title under/with the character that I'm working on

look at my requirements before submitting requests. i've since updated a few things and will continue to do so

my posting schedule is non-existent due to school and work

please remember that I'm in college taking a 5 class course load AND i work, so things can get backed up and i heavily apologize about that. However, this is a hobby for me and I do it on my free time. Sometimes I'll post a lot and other times I'll be taken off the face of the earth.

I'm entering final exam season.. This means I'm not sure if requests will pick up for me or slow down;; it really depends on the schedule and how I feel about the class in question. I'll post another update when the time comes

There are other requests in my inbox that were not listed above.. That doesn't mean I'm not going to do them, it just means they're not in the current section of focus. I'm getting there, I swear

if you wish to interact with me more, i’m very active on twitter

TLDR: Those are the requests I'm working on currently - first three are my main focus. Series are completely on pause until I can find the time/focus to really work on them. Check my masterlist every so often - it's updated with that I'm currently working on, the character it contains, and what kind of fic it is. I'm slow, but I'm getting there.. I promise

🤍For the lovely anon:

I'm sorry it's taken me so long;; School, work, and travel definately caught up to me, but I'm glad you understand. It will be out soon, and I'm actually really excited to write this one! I missed the RE8 brainrot. I hope it was okay that I updated so heavily haha

Any questions like these/any posts containing updated will all be under the same tag (second tag down below)

x,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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[sassmouthsimmer-writteninstars]

THIS IS FOR YOU : 42 🌹 Patriarchial Pursuasions

[RI RajArjun]: “Greetings, Señor Lobo. I extend my profound gratitude for your hospitality on Earth.”

[Diego]: “Your Majesty, it es truly an honor to host your visit and a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

[Arjun]: “Señor Lobo, would you prefer to converse in your native language, or would you be comfortable speaking in Similish, the common form of speech here?”

[Diego]: “Similish will suffice, Your Majesty.”

[Arjun]: “I have long awaited this moment. The legacy of the Lone Wolves arrives to fruition.”

[Diego]: “Indeed, the Patriarchs finally meet. Despite my surname, I no longer identify with the 'lone wolf' lifestyle, as I left it behind when I fell in love with Ròzsa.”

[Arjun]: “You speak of our tribes — are you not the last remaining grey wolf from the sacred valley of the sun? Do you deny this as true?”

[Diego]: “Ah, you are referring to the literal meaning of my surname. Yes, aside from my child Maizie, I am the sole survivor of my family.”

[Diego]: “I see the parallels between us. Gyra is your only child, correct? It is fortuitous that our children have found one another.”

[Arjun]: “Indeed. Gyra is my only heir and successor to the Empire's throne to bestow to his future Queen to rule. His mother, my Colony Queen, tragically passed away.”

[Diego]: “My condolences to you and Gyra, Your Majesty.”

[Arjun]: “As Mynta declined her role as my chosen Heiress, I congratulate you on behalf of my Star tribe as the future heiress of your lineage embraces her royal duty to the Empire of Sixam.”

[Diego]: "Thank you. Maizie has always been fascinated with Sixam, thanks to Mynta, and has long dreamt of visiting. So, her relationship with Gyra and her proposal acceptance is no surprise."

[Diego]: "May I ask when Gyra proposed? He mentioned earlier that he had not yet done so. Maizie did not mention this either. Given our close relationship, I would expect her to tell me of such a significant event."

[Arjun]: “Gyra delays a formal proposal at the request of our royal heiress. This is a topic I would like to discuss with you further, given your close bond with her.”

CHARACTERS:

RI RAJARJUN ETA LUPI BOTOLPH of the LUPI STAR TRIBE, SIXAMI EMPEROR KING OF THE SIXAM EMPIRE — 9119135 — Earth alias: ‘ARJUN’

DIEGO LOBO

[ This chapter is a continuation of the 2O21 sci-fi story on my main Simstagram account @ SassmouthSimmer ]

⚠️ Friendly Reminder to Readers – If you are easily triggered by anything in this story, please don’t read or follow. Please review the disclaimers in this account’s Simstagram highlights as well as those listed on this blog. 

This is the main story taking place in the future of my #notsoberrychallenge inspired SCI-FI SERIES. If you’d want to know about its Origin story, you can read it on my origin Simstagram account – @ sass.berry.origin or the current blog version located here:

[https://www.tumblr.com/sassmouthsimmer-scifioriginstory](https://www.tumblr.com/sassmouthsimmer-scifioriginstory)

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