#and only now have i decided that i am finally satisfied w it

[grendelsmilf]

new amv dropped!! this one isn't particularly involved, but you know i had to make something focused on my girl nanami

[fillinforlater]

Hello plz feel free to replace my Eunbi ask with a Rose daddy kink feet smut. She has maybe my fave feet for K idol and I dream of the day I can see this smut published. White polish Rose feet stuff, licking, sucking, tasting, feet fucking ofc, and also getting her pussy pounded cumming inside, but also cumming all over her feet. Plot line you can decide. Thanks QT.

The Interview

Male Reader x Roseanne Park

Length: 2188 words

Tags: feet kink, cheating, daddy kink, an interview gone wild, infidelity, fucking feet, feet licking, footjob, masturbation, creampie, hair pulling, cum drinking, rough sex, folding in half

TW: no editing lol

(A/N: the final request of my first request phase back in early 2022. This one is so old, sorry that you had to wait for so long buddy @sooyadelicacies. I hope you enjoy it lol)

"Are you not going to start the interview? Or are you just going to stare at my feet all day?"

"W-well, it's hard to focus, like, your legs are literally pointing down at them. Your sandals barely hide the rosie!"

Rose rolls her eyes. Slender arms folded like a pretzel, she leans back into the beige cushion of her chair, fifteen-hundred, made for her ass and her ass alone. In annoyance she watches her useless boyfriend put the back of his pen on her calves but even a heavy sigh does not stop his advance. In one continuous trail, he drags the pen to her knee before she stops him with a snarky remark.

"Will you stop it? This is important to me. I need your focus on this." She taps the clipboard in his hand, knowing all too well that his horny ass has not written down a single practice question. "Please practice this with me."

"Nah, I'd much rather practice with my cock in your pussie, Rosie~" he responds, face in a smirk so disgustingly self-satisfied at his pathetic attempt at a joke that no one would argue with him looking downright ugly. Rose turns to the side, arms entangled rightly.

"You don't give a fuck about this, hm?" Rose fires back and grips her boyfriend's wrist. "We can fuck afterwards, but not now. I need your help, so please, at least try to act like a journalist."

There he goes again, blank stare focussed on her feet, her face, turning to a smirk as he finds another horny rebuttal:

"I'm no journalist, I'd much rather be an explorer. I could write books about how smooth your legs feel and how tight your pussy is."

"He is a journalist, he can surely write better than you can ever dream off!"

Rose's shout makes the room go quiet. Not that there were more people anywhere near them—but it feels like every atom has stopped moving and only motionless, perfect silence remains. Her boyfriend sinks backwards into the couch, arms folded the same way she has, an eyebrow raised in more than light concern.

"Oh. It's a guy doing the interview?"

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"Are you not going to start the interview? Or are you just going to stare at my feet all day?"

You straighten your neck, terrified at Rose’s carelessly spoken words. It was only for a fleeting moment that your eyes caught her bare feet, the way her slender legs seem to point down at them, it was impossible not to look. You could promise her that this was only because she decided not to wear any shoes, which would have explained it, but nonetheless, you are in deep shit.

“Excuse my behavior, please,” you quickly respond, beads of sweat forming at the side of your temple. “I was just spacing out. I know I shouldn’t, but please, forgive me.”

“You’re taking this too seriously,” Rose laughs and leans back into her chair. “Is this your first interview with…”

“With someone of your caliber—yes, though I have never felt nervousness rise in me to the point such a mistake happens. I really am sorry.” You bow your head to the idol, hoping to overplay any and every thought of her thinking that you’re thinking about her feet in all kinds of ways. “Shall we begin?”

You pull out your recording device, ready to hit play and make this the professional question and answer session it was supposed to be, but Rose interjects. God knows what she is thinking when she leans forward, slender fingers right above your thigh, voice husky and deep.

“You want them on your cock, right?”

“What?!”

“You want my feet around your cock, right

“Daddy?”

“E-excuse me?!”

“I can see you drooling.” Rose captures a string of saliva with her thumb, blowing away your coverage behind decency, and spreading it over your dry lips. “I can see the want in your eyes when you look at my feet. Aren’t they pretty?”

“R-Rose, this is highly—”

"Inappropriate?" she asks, a look of brattiness and disappointment on her stunning features as her pointy, purple painted nail pokes your cheek. “Inappropriate, like staring at a lady’s feet while fantasizing about them?”

“I-I told you I’m sorry. A-and I was not fantasizing in the slightest.”

Your explanation ends with a wince. The pointy ends of Rose’s delicate fingers sink into the skin of your neck. You throw your head back. The pain is sharp, severe enough that you want it to end, but your hands still tightly hold onto the clipboard and recording device.

“Now you’re lying, Daddy.” Rose repeats that damn word without care. “Why can’t you admit that you like my feet?”

“Because…” you stammer, trying to escape the idol by sinking deeper into the couch, but Rose gets closer to you. Her face right above yours, her thighs trapping yours, her other hand is right on your—

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to hold back!”

Rose is gone, the small of her back back in her seat, her entire body far away from yours. Her entire body? No. You could never forget about her bare feet, which she raises from the carpet and places them on your piping hot bulge. In an attempt at torture, she giggles while rubbing you in between her tiny toes, curling them, pressing them against the head of your hidden cock.

“What if I don’t want you to hold back?” she whispers and fiddles with the top of her dress.

“Rose, I—”

"Don’t talk, Daddy, just

“Take me.”

Drop these useless devices, there will be no record of what is about to happen. Rose’s last sentence has ended the interview before it even started. If you can’t talk with your mouth, your hands will have to do the talking. Nothing stops you from popping open your dress pants, yanking them down your legs, your bulge the only real(ly massive) obstacle, and getting a hold of Rose’s feet.

She smiles, pale cheeks blushing at your sight and the feeling of your cock on her soles. You adjust them, making a perfect pocket to thrust into, but before you can jerk your hips upwards, Rose has taken the lead with this absolutely dreamy look in her eyes.

“Oh Daddy~” Rose moans and moves her feet up and down your length. “You are so big and girthy. Let me worship you with my feet, pretty please.”

“I-I… you’re already doing it, Rosie,” you hiss, her soft soles feeling incredible, yet you wish for some kind of lubrication for things to go smoothly.

Rose nods, her breathing getting more rapid by the second: “It’s just that I—I can’t hold back anymore. Daddy, I need to make you cover my feet, Daddy!”

Not holding back, not holding back, not—you grab Rose’s left calf and as she still yelps in shock, you put her toes in your mouth. With all manners thrown out of the window, you slobber all over her pretty little foot, spit covering every inch of her spotless skin. Rose starts to moan, her other foot teasing the sensitive underside of your shaft, forcing droplets of clean precum out of the tip.

Done with one foot, you take the other and everything leads up to this vicious cycle of covering one foot in drool while the other massages your member, smearing it with your saliva. You take a second to open your eyes and look at the idol before you. She has melted into the chair, biting the fingers of one hand while the other is rubbing her clothed crotch.

"Take them off," you mindlessly groan, before your tongue twirls around her toes. "Take off your clothes for Daddy."

Rose is eager to nod at you using the uncalled for, yet not unwanted nickname. Her eagerness does not stop there however, as she is quick to get rid of her tight white outfit, the thin strings fly over her head, her skirt travels down her legs. Before they reach her feet, she starts to jerk you off, keeping you hard and horny the few short seconds without stimulation.

"Daddy, please plaster your thick cum on my feet!" Rose moans as she inserts two fingers into her cunt.

"I won't hold back."

Pull her ankles close to you. Rose almost falls off her chair, eyes in surprise, then bliss. She is piercing herself open, her fragile legs weak, fully under her control. She loses her mind, you help her lose it and you lose your mind, she helps you lose it and you lose your train of thought—fuck it, fuck her feet.

"Daddy, y-you really seem to like me feet~"

"Fuck, they are the softest."

Move your hips back and forth, her ankles forth and back, squeeze them tighter around your cock. Watch your tip poke through it, watch Rose's finger move in and out, watch her tongue fall out of her mouth. It's all getting you closer, your breathing is rapid, Rose's too. Is she also—

"Daddy, I'm so~close~" the idol mewls and you thrust faster.

"Finger yourself stupid!" you command. "Watch me paint your feet, fuck!"

Rose's eyes tremble. She can barely focus on your erupting cock as her own sex explodes in a violent, squirting orgasm that leaves her thighs and chair in a messy, wet puddle. A deep, echoing, dumb sounding scream comes from her wide open mouth. She is the opposite of you, quietly relishing in the bliss of a climax that sends strings of cum all over soles, feet, even up to her legs.

Before the tremble of Rose's legs makes your semen fall off of them onto the carpet, you quickly fold her in half. The surprisingly flexible woman now has her cum-covered feet dangling above her delirious, glowing face.

"Open your mouth, baby girl," you whisper and watch Rose instinctively stick out her tongue. Your cum drips from her thin legs and feet straight on her face. Rose licks off whatever she can get in desperate desire, while you poke her exposed labia with your stiff cock.

"How does it taste?" you jokingly ask, ready to penetrate her pristine pussy.

"Is this really the first question to your interview?"

"There was an interview?"

Oh fuck.

"Oh fuck!" Rose vocalizes your inner thought as her pussy engulfs your entire length. You can feel her sensitive walls wrap around you, cling onto you, like she wants to squeeze more of your initial load out of you. No, you first have to get there, but with this incredible tightness and her insanely lewd expression as she swallows your dripping cum, she will have you cumming in no time.

"F-forget the interview," Rose whines. "I'll send you the answers per, per mail."

"No, we'll do the interview. Now," you growl at her, fingers tightly grabbing her small thighs. "You'll answer truthfully, baby girl."

"Hng, I-I can't think!"

"No need to. Just tell me: who fucks you better?"

"Wha—ah!"

Rose screams, laughs when you tickle her feet by spreading the remnants of your first load over her soles. Through all of it you start to thrust slower but harder, the depths of her cunt spread widely by your tip. You watch Rose throw her head back and decide to ask again.

"Who fucks you better, Rose? Your boyfriend or me?"

"You, oh God, you!"

"And who did you wear this white polish for?"

"Y-you, I'm only fucking you."

You ponder for a second, resting a hand on her throat. Rose suddenly has these puppy eyes that lack lewdness but increase your desire to dump a ridiculously large second load in her tight cunt.

"God, you look so breedable," you groan and lean down to her face, strands of rose-gold hair not hiding but increasing her stunningness. "But remember: I'm the one fucking you."

"Yes, Daddy." Rose seems to brace for a hard final fucking, but you don't want to give it to her. You feel great, fully inside her small pussy, her juices around you, keeping you wet and warm.

"Final question, Mrs. sluttiest idol:

"Where do you want my seed?"

"I need it in my pussy, Daddy~"

"You need it?"

"Of course, Daddy~ Fill me up!"

A loving thumb crazing her cheek, that's your final showing of mercy. Her ponytail in one hand, clit pinch with the other, you start to jackhammer into Rose's pussy with all the power the word 'Daddy' has given you. You won't be able to keep this up for long, but Rose is already a mess, nothing compared to the powerful idol from before.

She wants to be the little messy nothing on the chair, drilled by a big cock, her painted feet high in the air, her pussy convulsing. That's the way she wants to milk you, get your seed, and with a final thrust (and final, very harsh pull on her hair) you start to cum inside her.

"So warm, Daddy, ah!"

Fuck the interview or Fuck: The Interview? you think as you see you either losing your job or having the most incredible career of anyone in this industry.

[elliespeach]

no chances part six | ellie williams

pairing: ellie williams x afab reader synopsis: you and ellie are on rival volleyball teams and after letting your competitive nature get the better of both of you, tensions are high on and off the court. warnings: 18+, foul language, implied sexual themes, no smut, fluff after the angst, ellie is a little mean to herself in this part, mentions of weed uhhhh i think thats it? if i missed anything pls let me know authors note: this is the last part guys :)) i wanna do an epilogue but it wont count as a full part really but expect that!! thank you guys so so so much for all the love for this series it really means a lot you have no idea. my bad it took me so long to get this part out, ive been quite busy with life and being sickly but i am so happy to share this with you guys finally !!! i hope it's everything u wanted and more <333 w peace n loveeee

somehow you had managed to keep yourself collected until the end of the game, returning to the gym after splashing some water on your face. ellie never made an appearance, instead remained sulking in her car at how she had treated you. she knew you didn’t deserve that and it haunted her while she drove, alone and in silence. with her absence your team had taken the win but you found it hard to be in a cheerful mood, instead putting on a fake face for your teammates while they were over the moon. the bus ride back was loud and full of energy, everyone was complimenting each other on how they had played, and congratulating each other on a glorious victory. 

at the beginning of the season this would have never bothered you so much. ellie’s words did little to affect you then, but now it took over your mind and her words echoed in your head. her decision to sit out because of you weighed on you heavily and it felt like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. not only sit out, but not show up at all. you’ve always hated her, but the past few months have felt different. felt lighter and more playful, rather than how it was in the beginning. 

staring out of the window, watching the blurry trees zip by while the bus went down the highway, you thought about the hotel. the one little moment you two had shared that wasn’t driven by lust. you weren’t sure what it was that night, but you remember how nice it had felt. seeing her in a completely different light for the first time, wrapped in her arms and just feeling at peace. a tear fell from your eye and you quickly wiped it away, shaking your head and deciding to not think about it right now. 

when you got back into your dorm room, peeling off your clothes and jumping straight into the shower you finally broke down. letting out any and all emotions you had about her. you remained in the shower way longer than you had to, just letting the hot water just run over you. it didn’t bother you until the memory of one of the nights ellie and you had come back here flooded your mind. you had felt extra sweaty from the game and wanted a shower, and ellie didn’t hesitate to join you. she had laughed while stepping into the small shower, “we should conserve water, y’know?” 

that night had been the same as the rest, after the shower she promptly went home, leaving you satisfied but missing something. and that something vanished the second she closed the door behind her. 

with that you ended your shower, stepping out into the cold of your small bathroom. a shiver went through you while you looked in the mirror, seeing how disheveled you looked. it was pitiful to be honest. you thought about texting her, telling her all of the things that crossed your mind as you stood in front of the mirror. how could you say that to me? i was just trying to help. 

only to realize that you didn’t even have her phone number. it made some sense, there wasn’t a need to anyway as you only spoke at games. still, the realization burned in your chest like wildfire and you quickly made a decision. “fuck it–” you said to yourself, throwing off your towel and replacing it with comfortable clothes. thankfully, during one of your new found traditions with ellie, she realized she didn’t bring any of her stash and you had looked a little too disappointed for her liking. she offered her dorm up almost instantly, following it up with a quick and faulty reasoning. you knew exactly where to go. 

within seconds you were in the stairwell, keys jingling in your hand and the sound of your slippers echoing off the walls. you went down three floors all the while rehearsing the speech you were going to give her the second you laid eyes on her. because of me? you didn’t play because of me like it’s my fault that we’re in this fucked up situation? you trotted down the last few steps leading to the exit door. you’re vulnerable enough to have sex with me every week but a conversation is far out of your realm of capabilities i guess. you pushed open the door with a huff. you’re too stupid to realize that we might actually hav–

“can you hold the door for me–” the sound of her voice made you look up from the ground, your pace diminished and you took slow steps out of the door. it shut with a click behind you while you looked into those familiar green eyes. “oh, fuck,” ellie said nervously, she defiantly wasn’t expecting it to be you. 

“what are you doing here?” your eyebrows furrowed, but your tone remained neutral. suddenly feeling the burning in your chest start to evaporate. the lamp posts cast a dim light on her standing on the sidewalk, playing with her fingers nervously and often shifting her weight on either foot. 

“was waiting for someone to let me in–” 

“no i mean, like why are you on my campus?” you asked, swiftly putting your keys in your pocket.

she hesitated, looking down to the ground before back up to you. “i uh, wanted to talk to you–” 

“thats a first,” the words spilled out of your mouth with a sarcastic laugh. 

ellie’s face contorted into a grimace and she shook her head, “whatever, i knew i should’ve just went home.” she spun around, taking only a few short steps down the sidewalk. 

involuntarily your eyes rolled and you jogged to catch up to her, pulling her wrist and turning her back around to you. now only being a few feet apart,  ellie could see the redness in your eyes from crying. being embarrassed you looked to the side and let go of her wrist. “if you wanna talk, let’s talk.” 

she gestured to your pocket where you had placed your keys, “i don’t wanna keep you from wherever you were going,” she tried to deflect.

you blinked, quickly trying to come up with anything besides telling her that you were on your way to give her a piece of your mind. although now standing in her presence everything felt too harsh, all the words you had prepared slipped away from you. “it wasn’t as important,” you shrugged, offering her a faint smile, “we can talk.” 

“so i’m important?” ellie teased, her lips curling at the ends slightly and she stuffed her hands in the pockets of her sweatpants. seeing your smile ignited something inside of her that made her feel softer, more comfortable. 

“didn’t say that,” you quickly rebutted while walking leisurely past her, expecting her to follow you and she did. 

“yeah but, you implied it.” she quipped, coming up beside you and keeping your pace. the lamp posts did little to illuminate the world around you and most of the walkway was dark until you were directly underneath the light. 

you sighed lightheartedly, “yeah, whatever,” you began, taking a beat between your thoughts. “so are you like, gonna apologize for being a total asshole?” 

ellie sucked in a deep breath, looking straight ahead. the cool night breeze was comfortable, but it didn’t stop your face from growing hot with anticipation. “yeah, i’m sorry ‘bout that,” ellie’s voice dropped, the amusement in her tone vanishing with the wind. “i shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.” 

“then why did you?” you asked genuinely, your voice matching hers. your eyes were glued to your feet as they scraped the cement below. 

“i don’t know,” she responded, taking a quick look at you but you didn’t meet her eyes although you could feel her gaze. “i do know that whatever this is between us is confusing–” 

“i’m not confused,” you admitted, playing with your hands. “i don’t think you are exactly that confused either. that conversation by your car a million years ago? you all but told me how you felt, so why is it so much harder for you now?” 

“because someone like you doesn’t need to waste their time with me,” ellie’s eyes diverted to the field beside the sidewalk, staring into the darkness while you finally glanced over to her. “i’ve been awful to you, even before our–” her hands gesture in front of her, “you know.” 

“we’ve both been awful to one another, ellie. somehow none of that changes anything for me, does it for you?” her eyes found yours, now under the glow of the lamp posts her green eyes bore into yours and her expression was one you hadn’t seen before. 

“i don’t want it to,” she started, keeping her gaze on you as you two remained walking forward. her mind was racing, she had been too focused on how she treated you that she didn’t even take into account that it was a two sided street. if she was being honest with herself, she never paid mind to how mean you could be right back to her. it finally registered that no matter what you did to her, her feelings for you would never dissipate. “i meant what i said that night.” 

“about what?” 

“about not wanting to see you upset,” her feet stopped, and you only took another step before noticing, turning to stand in front of her. there was a moment of silence as you looked at her trying to find her words. “i really am sorry for everything.” 

you approached her, standing just inches away. “i’m sorry too,” her eyes wandered up from the ground and into yours yet again, “we really were assholes to each other, huh?” you chuckled lightly, trying to alleviate the heavy mood that had settled around both of you. 

ellie couldn’t help but laugh as well, “yeah, we were.” your hand reached up to her cheek gently and she leaned her head into your hand. “but that all stops, okay? i promise.” ellie’s hand grabbed the wrist that was holding her cheek, rubbing her thumb across your soft skin. 

“i’m not promising anything,” you joked, the tone in your voice going up. “it’s fun to see you all flustered.” 

“oh, so it’s like that?” ellie’s lips turned up at your words and she grasped for your hips but you snaked away. you giggled, playfully turning around to escape her grasp. you made it only a few feet before she had come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. you both fumbled over one another, rolling into the grass beside the sidewalk all while laughing at each other. 

“ellie!” you giggled again, the grass tickling every part of your exposed skin. ellie had landed on top of you, her arm planted firmly in the grass beside your head as she looked down on you and the smile on her face never faltering, along with yours. 

in this moment, it was only you and ellie. everything around the two of you seemed to disappear as you longingly stared into each other. a piece of her hair had fallen from her tight bun and you gently tucked it behind her ear, running your hand along her cheek again. “can i take you on a date? a real one?” she asked in a whisper, never taking her eyes off of you. 

“you don’t even have to ask,” you answered her in the same tone, your chest swelling with her every word. ellie leaned down and planted a soft, loving kiss on your lips. something unlike she had ever done. every kiss you two had shared was sloppy, desperate and full of lust. but this time, it was sweet, slow and passionate. her hand cupped your cheek before she finally pulled away, resting her forehead on yours. 

“if our coaches could see us now,” she laughed, which made you do the same. you wrapped your arms around her neck as you always do, the warmth from her radiating like the sun. 

“bet they’d still try to bench us–” another spring of laughs came from the both of you before ellie finally pulled herself off of you. standing up she stretched her arm to help you up, which you took happily. “do you wanna stay over?” 

the question was like music to ellie’s ears, “i’d love to–” she planted a delicate kiss on your cheek. 

“good good,” you trailed, turning around to look at your dorm building which was easily more than a few yards away by now. being around ellie brought out the competitiveness in you yet again but this time it was more playful. “wanna race?” 

“seriously?” she turned her head, the smile on ellie’s face was now permanent in your presence. 

“what? you scared?” you mocked her lightly, tapping her shoulder and she scoffed at the accusation. 

“you know what? yeah, let’s race. i bet you–” 

you took off sprinting, even in your slippers you had managed to get a great head start. you could hear ellie’s footsteps behind you, slowly catching up. “hey, that’s cheating!” she shouted from behind you. while she watched you win the childish bet, she felt stupid for not allowing herself this type of happiness before, but if she had the chance to go back and change anything, she never would.

epilogue

[cottonlemonade]

A Simpler Life [Part 1]

word count: 1585 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: In pursuit of a calmer, simpler life you flee the city to move to the countryside - only to fall in love with your neighbor.

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When you decided on a clean break and moved to the little country home, you finally got your long harbored wish of a manageable veggie patch as well as a few fruit planters, breathing clear fresh air that the city life had you only dream about for so many years. At first, of course, the people were suspicious of the newcomer - the foreigner-city girl who came to their part of Hyogo with no clear intention but when you greeted each of them warmly around town and offered an open door if anyone ever needed help, they soon treated you as one of their own. The grandmothers of the neighborhood soon kept an eye out for any eligible bachelors because “it‘d be such a shame if a pretty girl like ya would be all lonesome in that house of yers“ but while grateful for their concern, you were happy on your own.

Although, that didn‘t stop you from falling for your neighbor as soon as you met him.

Your first impression of Kita was that he was polite, caring and warm but maybe a bit shy. He bowed his head with a smile when he passed by your front yard in the evening heading to his house, looking exhausted but satisfied. You wondered if he lived alone, too, because no one else seemed to be going in or out of the modest traditional nouka.

You were privately looking forward to the evenings when you could catch a glimpse of him and bask even for just a second in the sunshine of his smile.

This went on for a week or so of you two simply exchanging nods, waves and smiles until, “Good evenin‘.“, he greeted.

The buzzing of cicadas filled the air. You were tending to your garden, having opted to weed in the milder evening rather than the afternoon sun. A straw hat on your head, muscles already straining from the unfamiliar work, you straightened, trying to suppress a groan. “And to you.“, you replied, using the back of your hand to wipe the sweat off your forehead, smearing some soil on your skin in the process.

“It‘s really comin‘ together.“, he noted and nodded towards the healthy green surrounding your ankles.

Don‘t blush, you told yourself. “Thank you.“, you beamed, “I am worried about my tomatoes, though. They look a bit peaked.“

You pointed to some sad little plants on the end of your veggie patch.

With professional eyes he wandered along the fence to inspect them.

“Oh, yea, they might have had a bit too much sun and not enough water. Don‘t worry, happens to all of us.“, he smiled, “I have some extra starters in my greenhouse. Ya can have a couple if ya like. I always grow more in case bugs get to ‘em.“

“Oh, really?“

“Sure, come by tomorrow to pick ‘em up.“

“Thank you so much!“

“What else have ya got here?“, he now leaned on the fence post, examining the rest of the plants. You listed the few you had.

“Ya might wanna add sugar snap peas. They‘re easy to grow and the yield is really good.“

“Noted! But I might have to wait until next season, I don‘t think I have enough space for any more.“

“Ya can grow ‘em nicely in planters. I can build ya one. It‘s not difficult.“

Your heart did a little jump. “Are you sure it‘s not too much trouble?“

“Neighbors gotta stick together, right?“, he grinned and stood back up, “I‘mma let ya get back to it.“ and he made to leave.

“W-wait!“

He turned back to you.

“One of the grannies in town gave me a bunch of fresh greens and tofu today. My fridge doesn‘t work yet so I‘m worried it’ll go bad. Would you like to join me for dinner?“

He blinked. For a moment you weren‘t sure if you hadn‘t been too forward but then Kita nodded and walked around the fence to your gate. Oh my, somehow the fence had underplayed his handsomeness. As he stood right in front of you, arms tan and taut with lean muscles from a day‘s work and a towel tied around his neck you forgot to talk for a second.

“This way.“, you gestured to the front door.

“Don‘t ya wanna finish up weedin’ first?“

“But…“

“I‘ll help ya.“

“But…“

And he got to work. Of course, his practiced hands got the job done so much faster than you and where you had only managed a fourth of the patch he finished up the rest in no time.

Kita knelt on a seating pillow you had laid out around your coffee table, patiently waiting for you to plate up the hearty stew alongside some grilled tofu and rice. You figured he must be starving after all that hard manual labor. But to your surprise he ate slowly, chewed carefully and seemed to savor the taste.

“It‘s delicious.“, he said and let out a small content sigh, “I usually don‘t have much energy to cook in the evenin’s. This is great, thank ya.“

So he did live alone. How the masses of overzealous grandmothers in town hadn‘t flocked together to feed this man yet was a mystery to you.

In all honesty, Kita didn‘t agree with the people in town who said you were “pretty“. “Pretty“ didn‘t do you justice. He thought you were breathtaking. Because that‘s how he felt when he talked to you for the first time. Like his breath was stuck somewhere in his throat. Your genuine smile when he complimented your cooking now had a permanent place in his mind - framed it hung at the very top where he could always admire it throughout his day. Where his thoughts were usually busy with plans for the following morning or simply quiet, while his hands moved automatically through the water in the fields, they were now interlaced with you. Your twinkling eyes when he told you he would build you a planter, your cute protests when he offered to help you weed that tiny little veggie patch as if it was the most daunting task ever encountered and your voice, bright and lively as you told him about yourself upon his request. His grandmother had told him many stories growing up, about right and wrong, patience, kindness and fate. She told him when two people were meant for each other, their souls would recognize it and be drawn to the other by some unseen force. Back then, young Kita wasn‘t exactly sure what to make of it. It sounded very fantastical and without any data to back it up he thought it was another one of his grandmother‘s folktales. Now he wasn‘t so sure anymore because you were his first and last thought of the day.

He doubted that someone as beautiful and worldly as you would consider him as a match but he was merely glad to know he could be of help and make your life a little easier. After dinner the previous night he had told you he had some business in the city the next day and you could please wait for him at his place in the afternoon to collect your promised tomato starters. He had spent the morning making sure the little plants were in top shape, selecting the very best of the bunch. He was eager to get back home but as per usual, city traffic had other ideas.

Every couple of seconds he glanced at the clock on the truck‘s dashboard, hoping he didn‘t make you wait too long.

When he finally pulled into his driveway he spotted you sitting on his porch, his black and white dog lounging in your lap, getting his ears massaged.

A bundle lay next to you.

The dog‘s tail thwacked on the wooden porch as he approached.

“Ya look comfortable.“ He had meant it to his (guard) dog but somehow it seemed like your full cheeks got a bit of color.

“I hope I haven't kept ya waitin‘.“

“It‘s fine.“, you said simply, “I had great company.“ You petted the dog's head again who let out a happy huff.

Kita grinned and looked towards one of his greenhouses. “I‘ll go grab the tomatoes.“

You were brushing some dog hairs off your pants when he returned. Without meaning to, he searched your hands for an indication of a wedding band but shook his head when he caught himself.

He held out the tray with the starters.

“Thank you so much! They look great. And here.“, you bent down to exchange the tray for the bundle, “Since you said you wouldn‘t accept any money for them I made you dinner instead.“

His eyes widened. “Ya didn‘t have to.“

You shrugged. “I know, but it wouldn‘t feel right otherwise. And it‘s not like it‘s even close to an equal trade once these start producing.“

He was a little disappointed. After all, he had practiced inviting you to have dinner with him his entire drive back, but having more of your cooking was the next best thing, he supposed.

The following morning you found the bundle neatly wrapped on your doorstep, the large square bento box inside had been thoroughly cleaned and a note replaced the food “It was really delicious. Thank you very much. - Kita“.

Your heart stumbled when you stared at the neatly written words and grinning so hard your cheeks started to hurt, you pinned it to a little cork board next to the door.

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a/n: thank you so much to @makkir0ll for helping me hatch this ostrich-sized brain egg 🌟🫶🏻

art: coloring done by @keiko-chan

[part 2]

[jflemings]

— golden girl

pairing: sam kerr x aussie!reader

synopsis: in the midst of the chaos you finally get a moment alone with australia’s golden girl

warnings: none

a/n: i know that partners don’t stay w the teams, just ignore that for the sake of the plot xx

you sit back on your hands in sam’s hotel room just admiring the view of the city. steph, god bless her soul, had decided to room with macca and lani tonight so that you and sam could be alone. she had said it with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a wink, clearly suggesting that the two of you should take the time to catch up, but in all honesty sex was the last thing on your mind right now.

the world cup had put sam through the ringer. being benched due to a last minute injury was a nightmare for your girlfriend and despite her best efforts to quell her feelings and support the team, you could tell that it was all weighing her down. all you wanted to do was run her a hot bath and then crawl into bed and hold her until the morning. you just wanted to make her feel weightless.

your train of thought was interrupted by the door opening lazily, followed by the sound of shoes being kicked off and a bag dropping onto the carpeted floor. you look over your shoulder to see sam’s tired face. she’s got a frown on her lips and her shoulders a slumped, a clear indication that she’s just ready to clonk out.

the striker falls face first onto the bed, her head landing next to your right thigh. she grabs your hand and places it on her head before nuzzling further into your leg. she sighs deeply when you begin to scratch at her scalp.

“you feeling okay baby?” you ask sweetly

“ ‘mfine” she mumbles into the plush duvet “just wanna sleep”

“how about i run you a hot bath so you can get out of this smelly kit” you say rather than ask “then we can get in bed early”

sam moves her head from the bed to your thigh. her cheek smushes against your leg and she yawns “yeah okay”

you tap her head and slide out from under her, padding into the bathroom and turning on the bath tap. steam slowly comes off of the water that’s filling the tub as you make sure there’s clean towels for your girlfriend.

when you walk back into the room sam hasn’t moved from her face down position on the bed. you think she might’ve fallen asleep, grimacing at the thought of her falling asleep in her dirty jersey, shorts and socks. just when you’re about to softly nudge her leg she lifts her head “you take it off” she murmurs half heartedly.

“you just want me to get you naked” you retort cheekily whilst rolling your eyes. you turn her over and grip her forearms, pulling her up to the best of your ability “thanks for not helping babe”

sam smirks lazily “if i wanted you to get me naked all i would have to do is ask” she lifts her arms up as you grip the hem of her shirt “and i am helping, see? my arms are up”

“i’m not taking your stinky socks off kerr”

she groans and watches you throw her jersey in the corner of the room before taking initiative and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts. she begins to walk past you without another word, stripping the remainder of her clothes as she walks into the bathroom.

your confusion quickly dissolves as you trail her and pick up her discarded shorts, socks and underwear that she lazily dropped. sam lowers herself into the bath, her forearms flexing as she submerges herself into the hot water.

you lean on the doorframe and cross your arms, giggling at the way sam slips the bottom half of her face into the water. she looks to you and wiggles her eyebrows.

“cute” you say sarcastically “didn’t know i was dating a croc”

she rolls her eyes and the water around her mouth bubbles before she sits up, her shoulders and below still in the water “thank god for big baths. i approve”

“not like it matters, you’d fit even if it was small”

“i’m above average height thank you very much!”

“by about three inches”

her jaw drops and she sits up straighter. you smile satisfied at the fact that not only has sam taken your weak bait, but you’ve seemed to be able to put her in a better mood since she initially walked through the door of her hotel room.

sam notices your smirk and immediately pouts “that’s not funny babe. i’m not short”

“next to mini you’re certainly not” you cackle as you walk away, causing an offended, high pitch gasp from your girlfriend.

you had tucked yourself into bed and set out a jumper and sweatpants for sam to wear whilst she finished off her bath, leaving her to get changed and talk your ear off as she goes. she had easily slid under the covers and practically layed herself ontop of you, her head coming to rest on your chest as you carded through her damp hair.

“why the fuck would she do that” sam comments on the movie playing “that’s so stupid!”

“it’s a movie” you sigh, the arms of sleep becoming more enticing the longer you lay with sam’s head on your chest.

sam fights off a yawn as she fiddles with the drawstring of your (her) sweatpants “just because it’s a movie doesn’t mean that she can have common sense”

your fingers gently untangle sam’s quickly drying hair, scratching at her scalp as you go. you too are fighting off a yawn when you open your mouth to respond.

sam cranes her neck to look at you “you tired babe?”

“a bit” you answer, eyes beginning to get heavy.

the striker reaches to the bedside table and grabs the remote, promptly turning off the tv before turning back to you and snuggling into your chest further. she swings a leg over your own and let’s her arm fall across your waist. drawing patterns on her back, the two of you embrace the welcomed quiet.

“y’know i’m so proud of you right?” you ask quietly in the dark “everything that you are and everything that you represent makes me so proud to be your girlfriend. watching you lead australia as an openly queer woman of colour in a world cup on home soil has been amazing”

sam shifts against you and moves herself up so that her head is resting in the crook of your neck. “what’s brought this on?”

you shrug “don’t know. just wanted to tell you”

you feel her nod against you and move the arm draped over you so that she’s now holding your body. she sits in silence for a few moments “i’m proud to be your girlfriend too” she insists quietly “you’re the kindest person i’ve ever met, even to people who probably don’t deserve it sometimes. that alone takes a strong character.”

she yawns before continuing “thank you for allowing me to love you”

you can’t help but grin wide and tiredly, pressing your face into the crown of sam’s head so you can place a kiss there. within a few minutes it’s obvious to you that she’s fallen asleep, her breathing evening out and going quiet.

it’s moments with sam like these that just confirm she is the love of your life and that there really is no one else on earth that could compare to her. sam has almost everything she’s ever wanted, and yet, here she is thank you for allowing her to love you as if it was a chore or something that you have to think about.

she’s a history maker, a game changer and australia’s golden girl. and she’s all yours.

you continue to run your hand up and down sam’s back in silent appreciation, the sounds of the city paired with sam’s soft breathing on your neck finally leading you into sleep’s warm embrace. “i love you” you whisper to her “goodnight golden girl”

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 24 pt 2

anakin x reader

A/N: HELLO MY LOVES!! i am so so sooo sorry for my long ass break- school has been insane; im taking 19 credit hours and have three labs on dif days 😭/ last week my grandpa died and then my car broke down… so it’s been a time. anyways!! im back now for the time being!! i hope you all have been doing well and are excited for the stories to progress!! thank you all for the support and for being so patient w me :)) i love u all

Unexpected guests, a tedious day… how will anakin react?

warnings: cursing, ani is a disabled veteran, ptsd

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There was a knock on the door and Anakin begrudgingly hoisted himself up to go see who it was. 

He opened the door and was met with Ben, Satine, Ash, and their other friend Rex. 

“Surprise!” they said in unison.

You felt a wave of anxiety- you knew Anakin wasn’t fond of surprises (look how he reacted to your pregnancy!) But you also understood the gesture everyone wanted to make. 

“Happy Birthday Skyguy!” Ahsoka exclaimed once Anakin stepped aside to allow them inside. 

“It was Ahsoka’s idea by the way” Ben said to Anakin as he patted him on the shoulder.

“Look, you wouldn’t have let us celebrate if we asked- and if we planned something you wouldn’t come. So this was the only choice!” Ahsoka defended in a mock-sad voice. 

Anakin seemed perplexed- almost frustrated, so you were ready to be on damage control once he finally responded. 

“Thanks guys, I really appreciate it”

Huh?

“Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it!” Ash exclaimed. 

“Wow Anakin, that's some real character development” Rex joked as he placed the chocolate cake on the counter. 

“Yea” Anakin blushed. 

“y/n” Ben greeted, “how are you doing my dear? Is the baby doing well?”.

“Hey Ben! We’re both doing just fine, except that this little one has decided that around midnight is the best time to start kicking” you joked (it really was a pain though; you weren’t getting good sleep at all). 

“And is Skyguy tending to your needs kindly?” Ahsoka added with an arched brow. 

“Yes, Ani has been so sweet; making me weird combinations to satisfy my cravings” you laughed, rubbing his back. 

“Of course,” he said back, eyes full of sincerity. 

“Damn, y/n. He must really like you because he hates cooking. When we bunked together, I had to bribe him to make me a PB & J” Rex added with a boisterous laugh. 

“I never said I didn’t like to cook, maybe I just didn’t like to cook when it was for you” Anakin quipped back. 

“Look at you Sky guy! Being a good boyfriend and all '' Ahsoka joked. 

You and Anakin hadn’t really talked about what the relationship officially was since the fight; it just never really came up. But hearing him being referred to as your boyfriend again made your heart skip a beat. 

“Is this everyone?” you asked Ben as Ahsoka and Rex continued joking with anakin.

“Yes, we didn’t want to overwhelm him, plus the last time we did a surprise thing with a bunch of our friends, he wasn’t thrilled” Ben chuckled. 

You, Ben, and Satine stayed on the side line and observed the other’s banter. You couldn’t help the soft smile that found its way onto your face as you watched his eyes crinkled when he laughed. 

Satine noticed your adoring gaze and nudged Ben’s shoulder; she nodded her head towards you and the pair smiled. 

Ben gave his Fiance a look and she nodded. 

“You really do care for him, don't you?” 

Ben’s voice grabbed your attention from Anakin.

Of course you did, but you didn't want to sound childish and too forgiving to Satine and Ben. 

“Yea” you tilted your head to the side and sighed, “I do. I know he has his flaws but so do I”.

The pair listened intently, “I know some may see me as too forgiving, but I believe Anakin is a good man. A man deserving of love; love that I want to give him.”

“Maybe some of my optimism is the baby, but I wholeheartedly believe that we would still be as happy as how we were before, if I never got pregnant”. You explained, placing a gentle hand over your stomach. 

“Do you think that’s naive of me?” you asked worriedly.

Ben scratched his beard in contemplation and Satine shook her head. 

“I do not think you are naive for having hope in the person you love.” her smooth voice assured you. 

“I have known Anakin for many years and rarely have I witnessed him care for another as he does for you.” Ben added.

“Of course, he loved Padme at a time, but even when they were in the prime of their relationship, he never really actively bettered himself. They would get into little spats over repetitive things that Anakin promised he would fix, but his resolutions never really stuck.”

“Though…” Satine interjected, “I do see a change in his nature since you’ve been with him”. 

In that moment you locked eyes with Anakin across the room and he winked at you; no matter how long you’d been together, he never failed to make you blush. 

You turned back around and smiled to the couple, “Thank you, that really means the world”. 

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“Alright, everyone! We’re gonna light the candles!” Ahsoka shouted with a jovial tone. 

Everyone headed towards the kitchen and gathered around the counter; Anakin was already standing by the cake (which looked quite scrumptious), so you walked up beside him and gave him a small side hug. 

“Hey princess” he smiled as he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Everyone was still chatting amongst themselves and Ahsoka was looking for the lighter she unfortunately misplaced, so no one noticed Anakin wrap around a gloved hand to lightly squeeze your ass. Your eyes widened and you pinched his side lightly, making him let out a small laugh. 

“Found it!” Ahsoka exclaimed, excitedly holding her beat up lighter. 

“You coulda, just asked me for mine, y’know?” Rex offered.

“Why didn’t you offer it when I was ripping my bag apart?” Ahsoka sighed, fakely annoyed.

Everyone laughed before Ahsoka opened the cake box and lit the lighter. 

“Alright, Skyguy! This is your moment, better wish for something good“.

“Don’t worry Snipps, I’ve got it ready” he joked, pointing to his head. 

“Alrighty” she said with a sing-songy voice before lighting the candles.

Rex started the “happy birthday” song and everyone joined in to celebrate the man in the middle. 

Anakin blushed ever so slightly before giving his cunning smirk and gently blowing out the candles in single blow. 

Everyone cheered and Ben handed him a knife to make the first slice. Anakin’s hand slowly gripped around the hilt of the knife before he brought it down into the soft top layer of icing. After the pieces were distributed, everyone found somewhere to sit and began conversing with whoever was close by.

Anakin sat in his normal spot on his sofa and you invited yourself to the seat beside him after he nodded you over. 

You sighed as you sat on the plush couch; the weight of the baby was really getting to you so it felt nice to be off of your feet for a moment. Anakin set his plate down onto the end table to his left, then promptly draped his stiff arm over your shoulders to draw you closer. 

“Hi” you smiled, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Hi” he smiled back, leaning in to gently kiss you. 

The two of you sat quietly for a moment just observing the others.

“What did you wish for?” you eventually said.

Anakin sighed and began to speak, “Well, I-”

You gently (but quickly) placed your hand over his mouth, making him confused.

“wha-?”

“Shh, shh It was a test!” you giggled. “Don’t ya know that if you tell your wishes, they won’t come true” you smiled.

He rolled his blue eyes with a smile and playfully obliged, “alright, if you say so. But it better come true, now that you said that” he winked.

“I’m sure it will, the birthday wish is a sacred tradition” you joked as you batted your lashes at him. 

“Of course it is,” he playfully responded. 

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The party continued until Rex realized he had to be at work in 5 hours; Anakin thanked everyone and they all left with wide smiles. THankfully there wasn’t much of a mess, so all you had to do was put the leftover cake in the fridge. 

Once everything was taken care of, you took a seat on the couch next to Anakin once again. You leaned into his chest and ran your fingers through his sandy locks. 

“I didn’t think you would be this thrilled by a surprise” you said after a few moments of silence.. 

He grabbed his soda and drank some before speaking, “Well with all that’s going on- who’s to say I’ll get another one of these?”.

His grim reminder made your stomach drop. The macabre threat of Anakin’s eventual death always hung over your head, but the joyous events and lifted spirits of the evening must have kicked it to the back burner for a moment. 

You bit your lip and leaned over to embrace him. 

The two of you sat there for a while until you felt droplets landing on your shoulder. You pulled away to see Anakin’s blue eyes filled with a sea of sorrow. 

“Oh, Ani…” you sighed, pulling him into your chest.

“I’m scared, y/n”.

You had nothing to say because you were just as scared; so instead you held him as tightly as you could. 

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a/n: RAHH sorry again for being gone for so long 😭😭 but i hope this chapter still is as enticing as the others!!

taglist : @dnamht @sxoulohvn @angeelcoree @wtf-andys @httpeachesblog @katsukiswrld @jetiikote @poisonedsultana @imarimone12 @fallinlovewithevil @sythe-skywalker

[leegemma]

hi, hope you’re having a nice day! I love your writing! could you write 3, 18, 35 and 37 with lee!han and ler!minho? ❤️

Hi anon! Thank you for your request, I really enjoyed writing this one! I am going to warn you all that I wrote this really really late so my brain wasn't really working... hope you still like it!

Keep sending in your requests I try to get to the as soon as possible!

‼️For the sake of this fic, we'll just pretend everyone lives together (Also goes for my last 2 skz fics).‼️

3 - "aww, you're blushing!"

18 - "I'm gonna count down from 10"

35 - "how did you know that?!"

37 - "I didn't hear a 'stop'..."

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After weeks of constant hard work and stress, the stray kids boys were finally given a day off. All the boys seemed exited about finally getting a break, even if it was such a short one and they all made plans to meet up with friends or family.

Well, all exept for two of them.

Lee know and Han both decided to stay in for a lazy day instead of going out while they finally don't have to.

Lee know was currently in the living room, playing games on his phone while just laying down of the sofa lazily. The boy was really not planning to get up at all the whole day, he wanted to waste every second of his vacation by doing absolutely nothing.

That would not have been a problem for Han, if he hadn't woke up that day in a massive lee mood. He really was desperate to get some tickles, and he was going to do anything he can (exept for asking) to assure he gets them.

And so the younger boy made his way to the living room and hopped next to Lee know, spooning him and resting his head on the other's stomach.

Lee know rolled his eyes but couldn't help and smile, moving his arm to wrap around the younger.

The two were just laying there in silent like that until Jisung decided that he had enough, he NEEDED tickles and he needed them now. And so he started with his plan... "hyung."

Lee know didn't even lift his head from his phone. "Hmm?"

"I'm bored, let's do something together." Han suggested, knowing very well about Lee know's plans for the day.

"Mm, not now." The older focused only on his game.

"Come on, let's do something! Don't be so lazy!" Han pinched Lee know's cheek, causing the other to glare at him slightly.

"What is up with you? Yesterday you said you were just going to sleep all day!" He just knew his Jisung all too well...

Han tried to play it off by shrugging. "Yeah, well, I'm bored now and you have to entertain me. Or else..."

Lee know raised an eyebrow. "Or else...?"

Han thought for a second, then smirked. "Or else... I'll do this!" Han quickly grabbed the other's phone, standing up from the sofa and running to the the kitchen. Minho following closely behind.

"Hey! Get back here!" He finally caught up to Han, who was standing on a chair in the kitchen and holding the phone above his head.

"Get it if you can~" Han teased, grinning like a mad man.

Lee know growled playfully. "I'm gonna count down from ten..."

Han laughed. "Are you threatening me?"

Lee know just simply ignored him and started counting back. "10... 9..."

Han blinked quickly, he was breaking him! "You can't do anything."

Lee know chuckled. "Oh yeah? Just wait until I get to 0."

As Lee know kept getting closer and closer to zero, Han was growing more and more nervous.

"1... anddddd... 0. Alright, say stop if it gets too much." Lee know shrugged and immediately wrapped his arms around Han's tiny waist, lifting him off the chair and tossing uim gently onto the sofa. He wasted no time by sitting himself on the smaller boy's thighs and beginning to poke around his stomach, trapping Jisung's arms under his own body somehow.

"W-whahhait!" Han started squirming around happily, this was already helping him satisfy his ticklish hunger.

"You didn't wait for me to finish my game, did you?" Lee know asked, pinching at the other's hips.

"Youhu neehehver ahasked meheh togoho whahait!" Han shook his head and squinted his eyes when the cat lover started kneeding his sides.

"Yeah I guess that's true. But still." Lee know smiled at his happy friend, who was already in hysterics by that point.

"Ahhhh you're so cute~~"

Han blushed and shook his head. "NOHOHO TEHEASING!"

"Aww, you're blushing!" Lee know proceeded while beaming.

"THAAHATS STHIHIL TEAHAHSING!!" Jisung reminded his elder. "YOUHURE CRAHAHZY!"

Lee know rolled his eyes but fondly smiled. "I didn't hear a 'stop'..."

A laughing tomato. Han looked like a laughing tomato. If that's a thing.

After 3 minutes of continuous tickling pretty much everywhere, Lee know could see han was starting to tap out. "Alright Hannie... ready for the grand finale?"

Han shook his head, though happy butterflies flying around in his stomach.

As if Lee know could read his thoughts, he put out his his hands close up infornt of Han's face and started wiggling his fingers. Waiting until the flustered boy closed his eyes, and then dug deep into his armpits.

Han fell straight unto silent laughter, making Lee know laugh himself and stop the torture.

"Y-you're horrible..." Han whined after Lee know rolled off of him and sat infornt of him instead.

Minho rolled his eyes and smiled. "You love it."

Han started blushing again. "Do not!"

Lee know softened his smile , adoring eyes practically sparkling as he was looking at the cute boy. "You don't have to be embarrassed, I know you've been waiting for me to tickle you all day."

Han froze. "W-what?"

"Don't worry! I think it's adorable! You don't have to be shy about liking this." He assured the younger, reaching out to move a piece of loose hair behind his ears.

"You don't think it's weird..?" Han looked away, still blushing madly.

Lee know's smile widened. "I think it's the cutest thing ever." He poked the other's nose.

Han groaned and hid his face in his hands. "How did you know that?!"

Minho laughed. "I've known for a while, I'm pretty sure most of the others do as well."

Han blushed even deeper, if that was even possible. "I'm sorry I made you do this..."

Lee know huffed. "Oh please.. as if I didn't enjoy tickling you as much as you enjoyed being tickled."

The younger giggled shyly, sitting up and hugging his hyung. "Thank you. You're always there for me."

Minho tensed up at first, but then just sunk into the feeling and wrapped his own arm's around the younger. "You're welcome... and Han?"

"Hmm?"

"Next time you feel like that again... just come and ask me, okay?" Lee know pulled away from the hug and looked into the other's eyes, making sure he knew how much he meant it.

Han hesitated for a moment, but then nodded. "Okay."

Lee know broke into a smile and pulled the Han back in for a hug. "I love you."

[mcx7demonbros]

If You Revolted Against Him

Headcanons + minific

Ft. Diavolo x GN!MC

C/W. Yandere behaviors, demon cannibalism, slight mention of self-harm and desire to attempt suicide, reader is called “good boy/girl”.

You decided to lead a revolt against Diavolo, either because you got bad influence from demons who opposed how Diavolo were running the system (but not his desire for peace) or you wanted the throne for yourself, despite being a human (somehow the crazy idea got into that little brain of yours).

Receiving the news, Diavolo only said one sentence to Barbatos and his officers “Off with Their Head” with an awfully sincere tone.

The Royal Army was dispatched to fight against you. But you proved you could stand your ground, achieving some victories. (That was why you decided to revolt in the first place. If you stood no chance, you wouldn’t have started a war against the Prince).

The Brothers were dispatched to fight you. But they couldn’t become worthy opponents of yours, either because you had become more powerful than them or they couldn’t raise their weapons against you.

Finally, your revolt army arrived at the Devildom’s capital for one last battle.

This time, Diavolo himself and his most elite royal soldiers against you and your rebellion.

Alas, Diavolo was so strong that he crushed your rebellion before any of your men could reach the giant gate to the capital.

You were captured alive by Diavolo himself while all of those who participated in your rebellion were slaughtered before your very eyes.

Most demons were thrilled and excited thinking about what punishment and torture Diavolo would give you until he would be satisfied and finally granted you mercy and let you die, and your flesh and blood would be served to him in the most lavish feast.

But the truth wasn’t like what they had been thinking.

The first time you opened your eyes after the brutal battle, you found yourself in a dark place, so dark that you couldn’t even see your hands, which, you could feel, were bound together by a magical chain. Your legs were given the same treatment. You felt that you were lying on something soft.

Where am I? You asked yourself, but your brain had already given you an answer based logical deduction. It was the dark dungeon under the Demon Lord’s Castle. Now the only thing you could do was waiting for a torture punishment to be carried out.

“MC, I see that you have woken up.”

You knew that voice, it was Diavolo’s. But you did not know where he stood, it was too dark here.

“Ah, let me brighten this place up a bit.” You heard a finger snap and a giant ball of light appeared on top of the two of you.

After the space had been brightened up, you realized you were inside a luxurious room and you had been lying on top of a big bed.

“Wait, this isn’t in the dark dungeon?” You asked.

“Of course not.” Diavolo replied. “This is a room I created with my power. Using magic that only demons of royal blood can do, I placed the room at the deepest layer of Devildom, where no demon dares to come since it’s the place my father is sleeping. He’s sleeping in another room, in case you’re wondering.”

“What…what’s the meaning of this?” You just wanted to scream at him.

“The meaning of this, you asked? MC, have you forgotten? I have told you not once, not twice, not thrice, but multiple times that I wanted to shut you in a dark place where I can keep you for myself. And your rebellion gave me the chance to do just that.”

“Just kill me.” You said. “I would rather die than losing my freedom.”

“No, don’t say that.” Diavolo began to caress your face. “I love you and I would never let you come to harm, either from others or yourself.” Diavolo then took out a tray of food he had stored somewhere using space magic.

“Here, eat something and calm down.”

You turned away, refused to listen to the Crown Prince.

“You have to eat to stay survive though. So EAT!”

Hearing Diavolo’s order, your body suddenly didn’t listen to you anymore. You tried to resist it but couldn’t. You were forcefully turned back to face Diavolo. Your mouth opened wide and and only closed after the Prince put a spoonful amount of food into it. Then, you began to chew the food before swallowing it. Apparently, the Demon Prince had done something to your body while you were unconscious.

“I’m glad you like the food. Let me tell you the origin of this dish. It was made from the meat of your rebellion friend.” Diavolo said as he gave you a smile.

You wanted no vomit now. But Diavolo shushed you. “Now, don’t do that. It’s not good for your health.”

After feeding you all of the food and drink, Diavolo kissed you.

“Good boy/girl.” He said. “I’ll be back.” The demon turned around and left.

“I guess the Brothers and others are trying desperately to find you in the underground dungeon right now. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they realized that you are no where to be found.” The Demon Prince chuckled.

“One more thing, do not try anything to harm yourself. I have casted a powerful spell on this room which not only prevents others from finding you but also prevents you from harming yourself.” Diavolo said before shutting the door, leaving you alone in the cold room.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 1: After

A/N: Oh hey guys! It’s been a while! I’m finally ready to delve back into this, I needed to know more of what Hemlock had going on and now I do so…here fucking goes. Sorry it’s only short for now. More, so much more is coming.

Prefer AO3? I got you.

Warnings: 18+ written from Tech’s pov. Mentions of what happened in the previous, awful, cliffhanger chapter. Sorry about that.

Word Count: 1355

Masterlist

Tech? If you’re listening to this, they found me. Tech. I used the button but I know you can’t come and get me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m hiding in the supply cupboard, they landed not that long ago and I know they’re here for me. They know w-who I am. Wh-what I am. Don’t come after me, Tech. I’d never forgive myself. They’re here. I know we never said this in person but I can’t die and not have said it. Tech. I love you.

I love you. — Stitch’s full message.

3 days after

Days. You had been gone for days. It didn’t seem real. Logically Tech knew he was doing everything he possibly could to find you, but he could feel the frustration creeping up on him. He tried to shut everyone out, as grateful as he was for them trying to ground him, he didn’t want it right now.

He had to find you.

His eyes closed when he heard light footsteps on the ramp, knowing exactly who was coming to come and check on him. Phee visited the same time everyday so Tech didn’t get a shock, she always tried to talk to him which he shut down until all she did was sit there. Usually he forgot she was there.

“Hey, brown eyes.” Tech’s fingers paused his eyes not leaving the console screen. He was about to slice into a highly protected Imperial system and he needed no distractions while he did it. Tech had written the programme himself, masking his signal so he would appear invisible to the Imperial network. Hopefully slipping in and out unnoticed.

His fingers curled, caught between the urge to tell her to go away and doing the socially acceptable thing. Whatever that was.

“Omega made me bring you some fish that Wrecker caught and cooked. That brother of yours is settling in nicely.”

“Wrecker has always been more laid back and adaptable to social situations than the rest of us.” Stars, his throat was dry. In that moment Tech decided to take a break. Standing up he rolled his shoulders and stretched his arms, wiggling his fingers as he tried to banish the aching sensation in his entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was a mental manifestation, but since you’d been taken he found his joints aching more than they should. He had contemplated the cause was the accelerated aging, even though the age he was now, he should still be in his prime. By human standards.

“You’re talking today?” Phee sighed and sat down in one of the seats, crossing her legs, handing him the package of food and a bottle of water.

Tech worked out if he drank the water and ate the fish he could have her satisfied and out of here in approximately 10 standard minutes. Then she’d report back to the others he had eaten and he’d be left alone until the sun set. He took the water, gulping it so he didn’t have to respond. Most of the time he found Phee easy to be around, she allowed him to empty his head when they were working in the Archium and theorise without debunking any of his ideas as nonsense.

He was highly aware of your reaction to her less than a week ago. Less than a week ago. The despondent feeling settled in his chest and he became blank once more. He had to fully detach from the pain your loss created or he’d never have the brain power to find you. He had spent every night tossing and turning in his bunk, replaying over every second of dropping you at Ord Mantell. If only he had gone with you, if only they hadn’t let you come, if only, if only.

“I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said.” Tech glanced up from staring at the bottle of water in his hand, shifting his goggles as he cleared his throat quietly.

“Apologies. My mind is elsewhere,” Tech murmured.

“Eat, you need to keep up that energy if you’re to find her,” Phee told him. Good idea. He really should research the fish here, if they were rich in oils they would contain docosahexaenoic acid which would help. He needed all the help he could get. Tech began to tuck into the fish, realising the pains in his stomach were because he was hungry. He suddenly registered Phee was talking about something and again he wasn’t listening. It wasn’t important anyway, she had no idea about the inner workings of an Imperial computer, prison or had any new information that could help him.

He finished eating and automatically handed her the wrapper which she took, trying to catch his eye. Tech avoided that. He didn’t want to look at her, he only wanted to look at you. Your eyes were something he had committed to his memory, the way they danced when you smiled, the glow of hyperspace in them as you stared with wonder out of the viewport. He remembered the way your panic faded the longer you looked at him, realisation and wonder in your features had made his chest ache. Not that he knew it back then.

He missed your hand in his.

“I have things to do and I need all my concentration to do them,” Tech announced, not caring if he was being abrupt or rude. He needed her gone now.

“What you need, brown eyes, is sleep,” she told him with a hand on her hip.

“I will get some.” When I exhaust all current avenues of investigation.

“Don’t make me get your brothers up here,” she threatened and Tech had to hold back an irritated tut and sat with a stoic expression on his face. “I will be back to check on you later.” But she listened, finally leaving him alone.

Tech’s fingers flew over the console keys, about to thread his own coding in with the Imperial coding so he could slice into their network when the ship com went off. At first he was going to ignore it, but he decided to answer it. Heading into the cockpit he accepted the transmission.

“This is Havoc-4. Do you copy?”

“Loud and clear Havoc-4.” As Tech responded he remembered vaguely Hunter had said something about Echo making an appearance but it didn’t attach to anything to do with you, so he had dismissed the useless information.

“I need your expertise, Havoc-2. I have something you might like.” Tech leaned forward in his chair, not even aware he was doing it.

“Is it a lead?” He asked eagerly, his mind racing ahead with all the possibilities no matter how outlandish they were.

“We need to decrypt it to find out. I’m coming in now. Havoc-4 out.” Tech jumped up, putting aside what he was doing so he could step outside at the sound of the ship.

“Hunter, Wrecker. Echo is here with some intel,” he announced eagerly into his com.

“On our way,” Hunter responded.

“What have you got?” Tech demanded as soon as Echo descended the ramp, awarding him a raised eyebrow.

“Good to see you too, Tech.” He sighed a little and pulled a datastick from his pouch. “I pulled this from an Imperial ship loaded with clones. We have no idea where they were being shipped to or why.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Tech only had eyes for the datastick, for the information it could possibly hold and he saw it as a lifeline to you. He turned back to the ship, pausing when Echo called his name.

“We’re doing all we can,” he said, running a hand across the back of his neck while he gestured with his scomp. “To find Stitch.” Tech flinched at the sound of your name, concentrating on the datastick once more. What could he say? He knew they were doing everything they could.

Thankfully, Hunter and Wrecker arrived with Omega and Tech turned away to disappear into the ship. He inserted the datastick into the console, setting his programme to run the decryption code and waited for the information to reveal itself.

[starofhisheart]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR OFMD S2 EP6-7 under the cut

Ok, that was A LOT. I have so many feelings but no coherence so i'm gonna do this bullet point form but def not in order, just in order of me remembering wtf happened lol

-IZZY AND WEE JOHN IN DRAG!!!!! Wee John looked STUNNING with that Divine-esque appearance and Izzy had that transmasc drag king kind of thing going on (iykyk) that made me love him even more

-Izzy singing LA VI EN ROSE took me tf out!!! i'm glad he got to finish it after the *ahem* distractions bc Con's voice is so beautiful I could listen to it forever. We better get it in the album!!! Also someone posted the lyrics translated and i cannot get over the lyrics:

"It's him for me,/And me for him, for life/He told me, he swore to me, for life"

-But not only was he singing the second half had fucking gentlebeard doing the dirty in the next room asdfghjkl which.....was hot, ngl. The passion was electrifying. I'm sorta glad we didnt rlly see it with everything that happened after bc it all kinda left a bad taste in my mouth.

Also Stede Bonnet canonically gets turned on by violence confirmed

Or trauma. Whatever.

-What else happened in ep 6 cause all i can think of is drag and singing and sex-

-oh yeah there was that shortlived sexually-charged torturer who i distinctly recall him being in another scene in the promo so unless that got the cut perhaps he's not dead...?

-Lupete missing all the action cause they were doing the nasty all night lmao so real

-Jim best wingman (gender neutral)

-Stede...Stedey boy, can I call u that? Now i'm gonna say this nicely, but WHAT THE FUCK DUDE? Stede in his white guy w undue confidence era fr. Zheng Yi Sao was so right for what she did truly

-But in all seriousness i feel like this whole thing in ep 7 was such a parallel to s1 but also a very necessary bit of conflict in their journey together that was bound to happen. THey want different things and neither is wrong or right for that. Stede did react poorly tho but like he just had sex w the love of his life, his first man, and Ed the very next day is like "aight i'm out". I'd be pissed too. After killing someone which we know is a big trigger for him historically.

But Ed also had a valid reaction. He's wanted to retire for a while and stede knows this but it hasn't seemed to have sunk in quite yet. He fears that Stede only sees Blackbeard and...its fair of him to have that impression tbh. These are two messy, traumatized dudes who have never had a real relationship and there's gonna be bumps. I hope we get s3 so we can better explore that like Djenks wants.

-Ok back to the fun stuff:

-Izzy barging in on GB and the docking joke. love his cringefail ass.

-IZZY IS HAPPY FOR ED EVEN IF ITS NOT WITH HIM

#growth

-the edizzy apology which was so typical of them. i expected it but bc i'd been building it up in my head all week w twitter pals it felt a bit anticlimactic but thats not the shows fault. it was very much in character and if they're satisfied so am i. i always have fic for more

-stizzy commiserating over losing ed pls thats all i've ever wanted!!!!!

izzy: "when i told him i loved him he-"

stede, like he's heard this story before: "shot u yes"

and the look they gave each other after!!!!! stizzy nation how we feelin?!

-izzy being like "stede no" when he was on his macho bullshit w zheng yi sao (also motivated by trauma bc he just lost ed, he cant lose MORE family!!!). i just like how protective iz seems of stede now.

-izzy''s "you're good for him" CRYING THROWING UP ETCETERA

-ed catching 1 fish and deciding thats his life now. adhd realness fr

-the swede whew is it hot in here or is that just jackie's effect on her husbands?

-jackie and ed actin like old friends. swede highkey shading ed adfghjkl

-anyway im sure there's more but i need to rewatch. there r things i wont go into bc its possible spoilers for the finale (tho its mostly just speculation some is based on bts not everyone may have seen). i am looking forward to and terrified for the show to end next week thats all i'll say

[lucienarcheron]

Big Baby [Feysand]

Prompt: Modern AU where Rhys gets drunk at the bar and calls Feyre to rant about how much he loves her.

Genre: Humor/Fluff Rating: SFW Author’s Note: Rhys would 110% be the type of guy who gets super aggressive about telling people how much he loves them while drunk lol. | Originally posted on 11.12.2017

Feyre sat back for a moment to admire her handiwork and her lips curved into a smile. She had been working on the painting for the past hour and was very satisfied with where it was going.

Cassian had decided the guys needed a night out and had practically blackmailed Rhys, Azriel, and Lucien into coming. She’d been at it ever since and it had been a while since Feyre had the apartment to herself and could lose herself in her painting.

Not that Rhys was a bothersome person to live with. But he certainly knew how to be distracting.

For example, he had distracted her in the morning when they tried to take a shower.

He had distracted her when they tried to make breakfast.

He then distracted her the second they set foot in the apartment after work and it took ages to get something to eat.

She chuckled quietly to herself. His distractions were always worth it though.

That gods damn mouth of his.

She shook her head and bit back a smile. He was finally out and enjoying himself. Before he left, however, Rhys had made all kinds of promises for what he would be doing upon his return and she had no doubt he would fulfill them.

Her gaze fell back on her painting, determined not to let him distract her, especially since he wasn’t home. It would be another to add to her collection of starry night sky paintings because she simply couldn’t help herself when it came to this particular image; it gave her a sense of peace in every way she painted it. However, as she started to really get into the zone, her phone began to ring and she blinked. Then smiled. Pressing the green button, she put the phone on speaker and then back on the table next to her.

“Well, if it isn’t my big baby.” she teased. Feyre could hear the sounds of people getting rowdy in the bar and it was silent for a few seconds before she got a response.

“F-Feyre!” came Rhys’s slurred voice and she snorted. “THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.”

“Hey babeeeee.” she replied with a laugh. “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeahhhhhhh.” he said, drawling out his words followed by a giggle. “We’re having a g-great time!”

“Yeah? You sound hammered, babe.” she replied, smiling as she mixed two colors together.

“I am so fucken hammered, babe.” he said, his voice dropping on the phone and she laughed softly. “I just...I m-missed you.”

“Aw babe, it’s barely been two hours. Stop being so clingy!” she replied playfully and laughed again when he started whining.

“But I l-love you so much.” he said and Feyre could practically see the pout she was sure he had going on.

“I love you too, handsome.” she replied and Rhys snickered. “But won’t the guys want your attention?”

“Nahhhhhh.” he slurred and she rolled her eyes, her paintbrush making light strokes. “T-they’re trying to convince Az to strip and let people t-take shots off his body for money but he’s just trying to talk about his feelings.”

Feyre burst out laughing. “You guys are trying to make a business out of Az’s hot bod, huh? How dare he ruin business prospects with his emotions.”

“Ugh, right.” she heard him say and grinned. “Like buddy...just s-shut up about your dog and get licked.”

“Are you going to let people lick shots off your body instead then?” she teased with a laugh and he hummed on the phone.

“Only if those people are y-you, Feyre darrrrling.” he said with another snicker and she shook her head with a smile.

“When you come home, I’ll lick you all you want.” she promised and he groaned.

“I w-want to come home now.”

“Noooo. You’ll ruin the fun for the guys.”

“But I want to have fun with you.” he whined and she rolled her eyes again. “I love you so much, d-darling.”

“I love you too, baby. We’ll have fun when you come home, okay?” she reassured him with a chuckle. “Go back to the boys.”

“Okayyyyyyy.” he whined then started making kissing sounds into the phone. Feyre laughed then made one obnoxious kiss noise in return.

“Go, you big baby!” she playfully shooed and he groaned loudly before disconnecting the phone. Feyre took a look at her phone and then laughed softly, imagining what kind of nonsense must be going on and how distracted the others had to be that Rhys had sneaked off to call her. Considering Lucien would be the sober, responsible driver of the night, Feyre knew she would be getting video and photo evidence of it all.

Barely five minutes had passed when her phone rang again and she snorted.

“Yes, Rhys?”

“I just realized,” he slurred. “Y-you honestly have the cutest nose.”

“Are you serious right now?” she asked incredulously but laughed nonetheless.

“Yesss, oh my gods, Feyre darling,” he said excitedly with a hiccup. “I love your n-nose so much. It’s so cute I just wanna b-bite it.”

“Why thank you, my love.”

“And babe?” he started and hiccuped again. “I loooove your butt.”

Feyre snorted. “I love your butt too, Rhys.”

“And you k-know? I love your little freckles. They’re soooo cute.”

“I love your whole face, babe.”

“F-Feyre, shush.” he said suddenly and Feyre arched a brow, looking at her phone. “I’m t-trying to list all the things I love about y-you.”

Even though he couldn’t see her and even though he was being absolutely ridiculous, a blush blossomed on her cheeks and Feyre couldn’t even begin to describe the depth of her love for this man.

“So I’m not allowed to say the things I love about you? Or to comment?”

“S-save if for when I come home and you lick me everywhere.”

She grinned, dipping her paintbrush into another color. “Fair enough. Continue with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“W-wait, Cassian is bringing me another drink.”

After listening to a few minutes of Cassian and Rhys drunkenly arguing about whose drink was for who, she finally heard Rhys breathe deeply into the phone.

“Figured out the dilemma of your drinks?”

“Yeah...stupid had the same drink. Go aWAY CASSIAN. I’M TALKING TO F-FEYRE.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and snorted softly as the argument seemed to escalate quickly and when the two started swearing at each other, Feyre clicked the call off.

“Idiots.” she muttered and rolling her shoulders back, Feyre brought the focus back on her painting, dipping her brush into the needed colors.

This peace lasted for barely two minutes before her phone rang again and Feyre tilted her head back with an exasperated laugh.

“Babe, this is getting ridiculous.” she answered the phone and she heard him whine.

“B-but babe...you don’t want to talk to me?” he asked in such a hurt tone that Feyre couldn't help her chuckle.

“I love talking to you but you need to go have fun.” she said and heard him whine again.

“B-but I want to tell you how much I love you.” he slurred. “I need you to know.”

“Baby, I know. You are very good at telling and showing me you love me.” Feyre replied with a smile. “Something I am very grateful for.”

“Iloveyousomuch.” he said in one breath then hiccuped and she laughed.

“I love you so much too.”

“Hey Feyre.”

“Yes, Rhys?”

“Feyreeeeeee.”

“Rhysssssss.”

“Darling.”

“My love.”

“I love your face.”

“Oh yeah?”

“And your butt. I love it.”

“You’ve mentioned that, yes.”

“And I l-love that face you make right before you come.” he hummed and heat colored her face.

“That got dirty quickly now, didn’t it.” she said, amused.

“I can get so much more dirty, darling.” he murmured and Feyre grinned.

“There is no doubt in my mind that you could.”

“I love the way you taste.” he said then hiccuped and she bit back a grin. “And the face you m-make when I first thrust in you. Gods.”

“Are you turning yourself on right now, babe?” she teased and he groaned.

“I’m so hard right now, babe. Thinking about you and your BEAUTIFUL body.” he whined and Feyre really laughed now.

“Oh babe. What do I do with you?”

“Don’t laugh at my pain!”

“I’m sorry, Rhys. It’s just really funny.” she said and when he made an offended sound, she rolled her eyes. “It’s very cute too.”

“I’m gunna tell everyone at the bar how much I love you.” he slurred and before she could protest, she heard him shuffling and a thud then a soft ‘whoa.’

“Rhys? Whatever you’re about to do, don’t do it.” she warned, her hands frozen in place because he was piss drunk at a bar and being really stupid.

“EVERYBODY.” she heard him shout and her brows shot up. “I LOVE MY WIFE SO MUCH. SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL AND I GET TO GO HOME AND SLEEP NEXT TO HER EVERY NIGHT. WHOO!”

If her hands weren’t smeared with paint, Feyre would’ve facepalmed, instead choosing to groan audibly.

“Rhys, are you serious right now?” she asked with a laugh and all she got in return was muffled noises and incoherent yelling. “Rhys?”

It took another moment and Feyre sat blinking, her forehead creasing in worry before Rhys finally huffed into the phone.

“Is everything okay?” she quickly asked. “Are you okay?”

“No.” he mumbled and then hiccuped. “They told me to s-shut up.”

Relief washed over her and she laughed softly. “Aw, I’m sorry baby. It’s okay. I loved your announcement.”

“Someone said I’m lying and you must be ugly.” he choked out and Feyre clamped her lips together tightly, holding back her laughter. “I w-would’ve fought them but I can’t tell who s-said it.”

“It’s okay, Rhys. They don’t know me. Their opinions don’t matter.”

“B-but I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” he stuttered and Feyre froze.

“Rhys...are you — are you crying?”

“No.” he croaked. “I’m just a-angry!”

Quickly pressing the mute button, Feyre burst out laughing as Rhys continued to pretend not to be sobbing on the phone. Fanning her face, she took a few deep breaths and cleared her throat so as to not burst out laughing again and hurt his feelings.

Unmuting the call, Feyre cut him off mid-rant. “Rhys, I think you should come home now. I just — I can’t take it anymore.” she said with a grin and she heard him hiccup again.

“Me either, d-darling.” he muttered and then sniffled. “‘Mm find Lucien.”

“Okay. Be safe, please. I’ll miss you till I see you.”

“Loveyousomuch.” he slurred and started making obnoxious kiss noises into the phone again. She laughed and as she was about to end the call, she heard him yell out, “MY WIFE IS HOT AND YOU’RE ALL A BUNCH OF J-JERKS.”

“Oh gods.” she mumbled and wiped her hands clean, shooting a quick text to Lucien that he needed to locate her husband and bring him home.

She had just started placing the finishing touches on her painting when her phone buzzed with a text. Feyre opened the message and blinked in confusion at the photo attachments then burst into another fit of laughter. Lucien had sent her two photos: the first was a picture of her husband with tears streaming down his face and the second was Rhys sobbing on the counter.

Text from: Lucien Someone called you ugly again and he didn’t take it well. It was me. I called you ugly just to capture this glorious moment. Thank you for the opportunity to see how much of a big baby your husband actually is, I will never let him live it down. See you soon!

[wooahaes]

on the right track

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

word count: 0.7k~

warnings: school stress. senior student reader working on their thesis. also just a smidge of like... implied adhd reader. no proofreading, intentional lowercase, admittedly very self-indulgent.

daisy’s notes: i am terrified of being an adult w a Real-ish Job can someone fund me to get my masters--

four thousand five hundred and sixty-nine words and you were finally fucking done with your rough draft.

despite everything you had once thought about writing, drafting out your senior thesis was far harder than you thought it’d been. one part of it had been your inability to focus, brain flitting to something else that needed doing (or, rather, anything else because revisiting your stupid books for the fifteenth time was boring and there was a reason you’d put off actually typing up excerpts). the other part had just been the frustration of trying to satisfy your professor--who, in all fairness, was encouraging as hell and one of the best women you’d ever met. at least she gave you thesis a fair chance and indulged you in it instead of writing it off because it didn’t contain british literature. your boyfriend had been thankful of that: as much as he liked to hear your passionate rants, he knew it couldn’t be good for you to get so frustrated with one woman.

that brought you to now: three in the morning days after the rough draft was technically due. you told yourself that it was fine, as only one of your classmates had submitted it on time. you were busy with other things, namely other classes, anyway. you were getting some progress on it.

(of course, that progress also came in late nights at your computer until vernon inevitably woke up, reached over to the empty space in bed, and then made his way back to you. his warm arms would wrap around you as he slowly pulled you away when you finished the sentence you were on, mumbling that you needed sleep. with him. he missed having you there to cuddle, and a pouty boyfriend was the easiest way to make you give in to your own desire to curl up in his arms and fall asleep.)

no thoughts, head emptier than earlier, you submitted the damn thing to your class’s discussion board and immediately clicked off. you relaxed into your chair, shutting your eyes with a heavy sigh. sure, there was more to be done after your professor looked it over and gave you feedback: but this was one step. hopefully a final draft wouldn’t require rewriting every damn part of the paper.

“baby?” vernon was lingering near the kitchen at this point, staring at where you’d moved from the dining table to the couch for maximum comfort. “are you done?”

you shut your laptop with a sigh. “for now.”

he perked up, immediately making his way over to flop into the space next to you. “you’re done!”

“for now,” you repeated. “i still have to edit the thing and then do my defense--”

“you’re done,” he said again, “with this part. you’ve got the rest of it, babe. no sweat.” he set aside your laptop, already pulling you into his arms. “i’m proud of you.”

you almost want to make some quip, asking if he suddenly decided to become your dad. yet something about the sentiment made you tear up, breath hitching as your emotions overtake you faster than you expected. one step closer to being done with all of this bullshit. you felt your tears brim up and finally overflow as you began to cry into vernon’s shirt, and he was already starting to rub circles into your back as he pulled you in closer. between the rough draft and every other assignment you had on your plate... this cry was what you needed.

“i mean it, babe,” he said in a softer voice. “i’m really, really proud of you. you came back to it.”

you did. you were supposed to graduate earlier that year. he knew how much you had struggled with having to withdraw from classes and then go back into it after barely two months of down time. and he knew exactly how scared you were of whatever came next, after you actually graduated.

“did you eat?”

you shook your head.

“aw, baby...” he dragged out the term of endearment, and you could hear his smile in his voice. “that’s no good. c’mon, i’ll warm it up for you. you’ve still gotta eat--”

except you wrapped your arms around him a little tighter, taking refuge for a little longer. his arms wound back around you a moment later, thumb tracing hearts into the back of your shirt.

“i love you,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. “c’mon. it’s self care time.”

at least you had vernon to have your back when you needed it the most.

general taglist: @wonuziex​ @twancingyunhao​ @synthetickitsune​

[bunny-eats-fox]

thinking of you

ayato kamisato x female reader

words count :1,6 k

summary : ayato has been thinking about you all day long – in a not so innocent way. and now that you’re finally alone in his office, he can’t hold back anymore, even at the risk of getting caught.

warning : nsfw / 18+ ; submissive male ; dominant reader ; handjob ; semi-public (in Ayato’s office) ; anal fingering (on Ayato)

a/n : … you know what? I don’t even have an excuse anymore as to why it takes so long for me to write something. So I’ll just say, thank you, if you’re still here, reading and waiting for updates. That means a lot💕 There are a LOT of genshin man I would LOVE to dominate and make them whine and cry with pleasure hurhur…AND… I swear I haven’t abandoned lost on you, I swear i am writing, very slowly but its happening! ;;

__________________________

“Ne…? Please… While we’re all alone… Can’t we?”

Ayato leaned over his desk and looked at you. His beautiful eyes begged you silently, his plush lips slightly opened and his head cocked to the side.

“Eeeh? Are you sure?” You also leaned in, your lips almost touching his. “If your sister or Thoma barges in, she will see your pathetic, whimpering self. Are you sure you want that?”

Your words alone made Ayato shiver. He shook his head, but still tilted his head to the side just a little further to look even more innocent and pleading.

“But…if we’re quick… Please, Y/n, I’ve been thinking about it all day long… I want you touch me, okay?”

For a few seconds, you didn’t say anything; you just looked at him and watched as he started rubbing his thighs together under your piercing gaze. So horny. So desperate. Just for you.

“Okay, come here.”

Those words were all it took for Ayato to almost jump over the desk. Though, he calmed down enough to hastily overcome the obstacle without looking THAT desperate. You had just put your papers away when he happily plopped into your lap.

“So… you’ve been thinking about it all day long, huh?” You whispered in his ear while your hands started roaming his slender body. Ayato on top of you twitched and quickly nodded, before a quiet moan escaped his lips. You had softly tugged on his earlobe with your teeth – such a cute and honest reaction.

“I… When… When I saw you laughing with Thoma… I…”

“What? You got jealous?” He visibly flinched. “Hah… really? And here I thought you trusted Thoma with your life, hm?”

“I-I do! It’s just- Nghm!” Ayato bit his lip at the sudden touch of your hand against his bare skin. You had found your way underneath his pants after all.

“Yeees? Just?”

“W-Well, seeing you two…” Then he suddenly looked down and directly into your eyes, “You do look good together. I hate that I cannot deny that.”

Oh no, that was really cute.

“Silly…” You suddenly reached out your hand, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down, ���There’s only one man I want and he sits right here in my lap.” Thus you sealed his lips with your own and Ayato sunk even further into your lap with a satisfied, hummed moan.

“Mhhhn!” Your hand was back underneath his pants and to knead his ass. Your lover reacted quite strongly to that simple touch and with that he also started grinding into your lap. His arms which he had slung around your neck, squeezed you a little harder.

With your mouths tangled and thus stifling his little moans and groans, you freely let your hand explore. The head of the Kamisato Clan was already hard and leaking precum, hence why you decided to swiftly pull down his pants and underwear enough to expose him. Since you didn’t want his clothes to get too dirty and sticky.

As you cupped his balls and gently squeezed, the suppressed sound he made certainly didn’t fail to make you aroused as well. If you could just… Though you knew you couldn’t dilly-dally and have fun with him as much as you wanted to – not right now at least. The possibility of Thoma or his sister barging in, or someone else wanting something from him was still quite high.

“Mhnm!” Ayato’s thighs shivered when you finally touched his cock. Your thumb smeared around the precum. Like that, he seriously couldn’t stop his hips from eagerly thrusting up into your hand. But, there was something else he wanted.

He broke away from your mouth, gasped for air for a moment, before he nuzzled his face against the side of your head. With his voice barely above a whisper, he said, “Please… C-Can you… put it in…?”

“Hmmm…” You hummed and let him dangle for a moment, before you agreed, “Of course… that’s what you been thinking about all day, right?”

“Mhm!” Ayato whined and nodded.

“I know, Baby, but… I don’t have any lube with me. So… You should be happy with just this, you know?" You then said and shattered all his hopes and dreams.

“Heeh?” He leaned back and looked down, a small pout on his lips.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. We’ve already used the small bottle up last time, remember? And I forgot to put another in my purse… Who would think you’d jump on me again in such a short amount of time?” You teased him at last and then kissed him to propitiate him when he just grumble a little.

“Then… Spit…is enough. We’ve done it last night, so… it’s still...”

“Sure?”

Nuzzling his head against your own again, he nodded once more and then whispered another little “Please?” that melted your heart.

“Ngh, fine… But you better hurry now, or we will seriously be found out, Ayato.”

You reminded him once more, before you brought your hand back up to spit into it and coat your fingers with it. Your boyfriend was already excitedly swinging his hips against your hand that held on tightly to his dick, while he impatiently awaited your fingers.

“Ah! Ahng…” Ayato immediately hid his face more to stifle his moans when you pushed two of your spit covered fingers inside his ass. Well, he was right, he was still rather soft and loose enough due to last night.

Just putting your fingers in made his cock bounce and another drop of precum dripped down and over your hand, thus making it easier for your hand to glide along his throbbing dick. It was way too cute, really. He was so lewd.

“There we go… Now my Baby finally has what he wanted the most, hm?” You purred into his ear and softly nibbled on it.

“Mhm, yes, yes, Y/n… Please… make me cum.” Ayato pushed himself even further against you, like that he could vividly feel your soft boobs against his torso. Oh, if he could just feel your naked skin against his, that would be even more amazing, but alas… The head of the Clan had to be satisfied with just this for now, though, as you started pushing your fingers deeper inside his ass, Ayato didn’t find it necessary to complain.

“Alright, let’s-“ However, you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you both heard footsteps. The echoing sound of heels on the wooden floor drew nearer and Ayato clawed at your uniform just a little harder. Blood surged to his face and even his ears went bright red as he pushed away a bit to look into your face.

“W-Wait, Y/n- someone’s- MHNG!” He quickly covered his mouth and face with both his hands as you didn’t stop; instead, you started touching around and once you found that small spot that made him see little stars, you thrusted against it. Hence why, he desperately tried to stifle any sounds when the sounds of the footsteps almost reached his office door.

Just the mere thought of being seen like this… Your hand tightly wrapped around his leaking cock, two fingers buried deep into his ass. They would laugh at him and not take him seriously anymore. No one was allowed to see him this vulnerable. You were the only one he had opened up to about his… likes and dislikes in the bedroom. So why? Why was he twitching and shaking so much with pleasure the more he feared to be seen.

“You’re such a pervert, Ayato.” You barely whispered and looked straight into his teary, shimmering eyes. “What do you think they would say, seeing their usual serious, busy leader slacking off and doing it with his girlfriend like this, hm?”

His beautiful eyes filled with even more tears as he just shook his head. He didn’t want anyone to know this side of him. But, while it was truly evil of you to whisper these things, it was also extremely effective in making him a quivering mess. Ayato’s thighs where shaking and hips not stopping from grinding and just when the echoing sound of heels stopped right in front of his door, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Biting harshly down on his finger, the head of the Kamisato Clan came undone into your hand. His hips uncontrollably thrusting and his ass tightening around your fingers as you caught all of his seed with your hand to not unnecessarily dirty your or his clothes. The thrill of being found out got him in the end.

Though before anyone could knock, you said, loud enough to be heard from outside, “So, to sum it up, this is how we intend to proceed with this matter further. What do you think?”, and thus, you heard her walk away once more. Everyone knew full well that when you and him were discussing things, no one was to disturb you.

“Y/n…”

You looked up and into his bright red face, before you giggled and softly kissed him.

“I told you it’s risky. But… you really love that risk, hm?”

Ayato quickly buried his face in his hands and groaned, utterly embarrassed, but he still lightly nodded. God, you loved him.

“Hey.” You kissed the back of his hand and he understood the gesture, letting you see his blushing face again. “When we’re home… We’re gonna do it for real, understood? Even though I love watching you come undone… I feel rather… uncomfortable now.”

Your clit was throbbing just from watching him and it was uncomfortably wet between your thighs. Ayato instantly understood when you bit your lip and rubbed your legs together to emphasize your words. He understood, but at the same time, you already told him you would do it at home, so there was no use in trying to coax you into letting his mouth pleasure you here. Hence why he immediately nodded.

“I promise… once we’re in our bedroom, I’ll properly serve you, my Lady.”

“Hmm, I like that.”

Before you knew it, Ayato had already connected your lips to seal that promise with a kiss.

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all characters canonically under 18 are always aged up ; english is not my native language so i apologize for any mistakes ;

[diakaoniii]

Hello . Can I request a scenario for Ruki and Carla ? They have fallen in love with Yui and intend to own Yui completely. But Yui is afraid of them and tries to run away. They decide to punish Yui by biting and whipping her.

(Tw) = Yandere,punishment,whipping, biting,pain,bondage,captivity

Kao: Hi, my dear! I could only write for Ruki because I have little time right now. I'll write to Carla later, too! I hope you like it. 🌸 ♥

TW: Yandere, Possessiveness, Abuse, Sadistic, Punishment, Obsessive, Dungeon, Isolation, Physical Abuse, Torture, Mental Abuse

It was cold, what Yui felt. She slowly opened her pink eyes; she was in the dungeon.

"Eh? Dungeon? Why am I here—"

Right, Ruki had thrown her into the Dungeon, as punishment for trying to escape from him. Yui would never have guessed that Ruki would do this.

Ruki's punishments usually being either heavy housework or biting her very hard.

She tried to move, but she was chained; did she really anger him off that much?

Yui began to call his name in a helpless tone;

"Ruki-Kun! Ruki-Kun—"

Yui was interrupted when she heard harsh footsteps descending the stone staircase. Hope began to form in him; had he come to get her out of here?

"Livestock..."

Ruki is standing in front of Yui. He looked at her with cold and dull eyes. He said in a contemptuous tone;

"R-Ruki-Kun! I'm—"

"Shut up, livestock. I don't remember permitting you to speak. I will not allow you to disobey your master any longer. ❞

"But—"

When he frowned at her, Yui felt she had to shut up. Her body trembling slightly with fear. She assumed he was angry with her for his current behaviour towards her.

After a short silence, Ruki bent over to Yui and wrapped one hand around her delicate neck.

Yui's eyes widened with fear.

"You know why you're here, don't you, livestock?"

Yui hesitated to speak, so she slowly nodded her head in approval.

After staring at him for a while, Ruki finally spoke; "I suppose, I've been too kind to you these days. You took advantage of it to try and avoid me, right, livestock."

With these words, Ruki took his hand off the girl's neck and stood up, leaving the dungeon for a short time, leaving Yui frightened and uneasy.

What would he do to her?

Yui's fear increased even more when she heard footsteps coming down the stone stairs. Over again, she writhed and tried to free herself from the chains. No matter how much try, all her efforts ended up leaving only light scratches on her body from the chains.

As Ruki got closer to Yui, she could see the punishment tools in his hands.

He had a bucket of icy water and an ash stir iron for fireplaces in his hand.

The tip of the iron was red; it was heated in the fire.

Yui's eyes filled with fear and tears; was that honestly, this a price for wanting to be free? Was that the punishment for anyone wanting to live without slaves and blood bags?

"R-Ruki-Kun? What w-will you do?"

...

"I will purify the body and mind of livestock that does not obey ıt's master."

With these words, he slowly put down the bucket of ice water in his hand, and he walked towards Yui with the iron heated by the fire in his hand; He was satisfied and excited to see the fear in her eyes.

As Ruki got closer, Yui tried to back away, but the chains were holding her back.

"R-Ruki-Kun! Please, I- I'm so sorry! Just don't do that! Don't— KYAA!!!"

Ruki's ears deafened to the chained tiny girl's pleas.

Without listening to her, he pressed the hot iron on her arm. It was causing a cry of pain from Yui that resounded in the dungeon that even his brothers could.

"Cry, livestock. For trying to betray your master. This pain will teach you to be obedient livestock."

After a painful wait, Ruki tore the hot iron off her burnt arm and tore her sweater with his free hand. She was sitting across from him, half-naked, wearing only a bra and skirt.

Even though Yui was sobbing and whimpering in pain, Ruki pressed the hot iron to Yui's stomach without showing any sign of mercy.

"STOP! RUKİ-KUN— AAAAHHH!!!"

Ruki was not stopped by the smell of burning meat and the irritating sound that was made when a hot iron touched Yui's delicate skin. He was determined. One who is ruled by fear and pain is always obedient.

Ruki slowly pulled the iron towards her thigh and pressed it there too. She was screaming and crying in pain even more. He didn't regret it and never will. This pain would be a lesson for her.

While screaming and crying, Yui struggled to form proper sentences.

"R-Ruki-Kun— I'm so sorry! I-I'm really sorry— *Sobs* I w-will n-never disobey y-you again! I learned my lesson— *Sobs* J-Just please s-stop! *Sobs* It's h-hurts too much! I'm begging you... *Sobs*"

Watching her pathetically cry, he held the hot iron on Yui's skin for a while longer and pulled it back. He threw the hot iron to the ground and stood up.

He was still staring coldly at Yui, who was about to pass out from the pain. He was still furious with her; she tried to run away from him. She tried to leave him, like his mother...

His confidence in her had diminished.

Women were always like that; when they get bored, they leave him. Even though they know how much he loves her, they leave without thinking.

...

"From now on, I will treat you as you deserve, livestock."

He looked at her with cold eyes.

After a short time, he picked up the bucket of icy water he had left on the floor, lifted it and poured it on Yui.

Yui immediately started to tremble. The cold water burned her burn marks for a short time. But this pain turned into an overwhelming cold. It's causing her to sob slightly and stare at Ruki with wide eyes.

With that, Ruki turned around to leave the dungeon. Yui's trembling voice stopped him as he started walking toward the stairs.

"R-Ruki-Kun— It's awfully cold. *Sobs* I'm very cold—"

Ruki stood there for a while, and before going up the stairs, he turned his head to one side and looked at her with his corner eyes.

She was trembling from the cold and she was crying in a low tone.

Humans were so pathetic; such a slight punishment like this ruined her too much to speak.

Ruki frowned and told her in a harsh and cold tone.

"You were just complaining about the heat and pain, and now you're complaining about the cold. I do not care. You should have thought of that before you betrayed me."

Hearing Yui's voice starts to fade slowly, he knew she was going to faint. Of course, he was going to pick it up soon, because she could have been diagnosed with hyperthermia. He aimed to punish her by tormenting her and making her know her place. He loved her too much to want to kill her, but Yui didn't understand that.

Furthermore, she tried to leave him alone. Just as his mother...

"For now, you will stay here, livestock. Every minute you spend here alone, thinking about your mistake, and betrayal."

He looked at Yui's burnt small body for the last time and turned his head in front of the stairs with a sigh. His eyebrows were still frowning.

He climbed up the stairs, he got away from the stinking air of the dungeon and its dirty place.

Ruki was sure that Yui had learned her lesson. She would learn to love him and not run away from him.

Yui will learn to love her Adam.

[wonda-ch]

For a few days I was driving myself crazy with the idea of posting my first short scene and had almost decided against it. Then I heard posting my story would just be the cherry on top of the cake.

Well, I like cherries.

Here is my first little scene.

———

Something woolly

"What am I doing here? When you bought these animals I didn't expect that it would end with me in a stable. Although I must admit that for a stable it has already become a gem."

With a serious face, the future Countess Arendae stands between her animals and waits until the Count's gaze seeks hers.

"Choose one."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You shall choose a lamb."

As if only now noticing the animals, Daeran looks around a bit confused.

"For what?"

"For the feast."

Very slowly, realization creeps into what is just a confused look on the count's face.

"Oh no, now it dawns on me where this trip is going. I keep telling you it was just a provocative joke."

"I know that, my favorite count. After all, I hear this story every time guests are present and there's a piece of lamb on the table. So this decision shouldn't be a problem, should it? Here, hold this."

Before he can object, Daeran finds himself with a snow-white little lamb in his arms. Instinctively, his fingertips dip into the silky white wool to hold the fragile animal.

"Did we buy this walking pile of wool just so you could torture me?"

"Surely not, but it's a nice side effect" 

Tishlia's serious expression gives way to a diabolical grin. She likes it too much to challenge him. Carefully tickling ucarefully until another small part of his already fragile wall collapses.

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

"Never."

"At what point did I miss you becoming so cruel?"

"Maybe you missed it until now, or maybe it happened when you joined forces with my parents," she replies snappishly. His guilty conscience about this fact is completely unnecessary, but it couldn't hurt here right now.

"So now I have to pass a death sentence on a lamb. Just because I actually like your parents against all odds?"

"No, you will, because I know you and I know when something else resonates in your voice when you make those provocative jokes."

She pauses for a moment, gives him time to pierce her with his wonderful eyes and enjoys every second of it. The suspicion that some wonderful moments they could experience together would never get a chance because he’d continue to hide behind the mask of an anecdote has been smoldering inside her for a long time.

She has carefully planned this moment, time for the final blow.

"You get to make a choice and just walk away again. Or you can tell me you can't. But don't hide from me." This time it's her eyes that pierce him, and as expected, he doesn't withstand them for long.

Audibly sighing, Daeran turns his gaze away and his entire attention to the small animal in his arms.

"Why do you have to be such cute little soft clouds."

Slowly, Tishlia steps closer, places her hand next to his in the soft wool, and looks lovingly at her fiancé before kissing him tenderly over the tiny sheep. When their lips part, he rests his head against her forehead as he gazes dreamily at the contented little animal.

"Very well, perhaps not all of it was a joke after all. But now you want the whole story, right?"

"Later," she replies softly "with a glass of wine, on the divan, in front of the fireplace."

"Is this the reward for the soul-crushing agony I just endured? Then I'll gladly accept it and savor it completely." The cheeky grin she loves so much returns, promising her a wonderful evening.

A hint of skepticism reappears in Daeran's eyes as he realizes what consequences this confession could have for future mandatory events with boring guests.

"You won't tell anyone?"

"Of course not. I promise." The gentle completely sincere promise makes the tension melt away from Daeran and he goes back to cuddling the lamb. Tishlia watches him for a while, completely satisfied with the outcome of her little plot.

"Tisha, could we at least keep this little cloud?"

The future countess steps back, takes a deep breath and looks at the little lamb with a shrewd shepherd's eye.

"Well. There are only six lambs. We will keep all of them, for my project the flock has to grow bigger first. What’s needed for the celebration already is well organized."

Giggling softly to herself, the shepherdess slowly walks backwards towards the gate.

"You sneaky little..."

But before Daeran can set the lamb down, his tormentor has already disappeared from the stable, laughing.

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@dmagedgoods I can't thank you enough. For your pictures that first caught my attention. Your stories that grabbed me and showed me the way to many other great works that I have already read. And  for your support from the first idea to write something myself to the first little text. Thank you💕

[watermelinoe]

question is: which manhwa have you read?

ooh ok ok i had several of u gyns ask me this!! i only just started getting into manhwa recently bc i ran out of isekai manga jskfgjjkfg so you have to understand that i. love isekai tropes. i love them so much. i love a female protagonist who is just so, so stupid and completely oblivious to the lead's or anyone else's romantic feelings bc she is Busy and has One Brain Cell. if you like bakarina from hamefura/my next life as a villainess, that's my genre ok. i do not typically like stories where the female lead falls in love first bc men don't deserve love unprompted, let's be real. men should exist to dote on women bc that's what i would do to atone for being male

so i'm gonna do my best w the titles bc i am completely new to korean and i'm gonna try to give the english titles that the scan teams use so they're easier to find. the main sites i've been using are ladymanga and manhwatop

my very favorite manhwa i've read is actually not an isekai but it's f/f historical fantasy and it's so good, it's called her tale of shim chong/her shim cheong. it's about a beggar girl who befriends a newly-wed bride of a powerful man, and their struggle to stay together and survive. it's really poignant and makes incredible insights on misogyny, but it's satisfying!

then there's doctor elise: the royal lady with the lamp/queen with a scalpel about a skilled surgeon with memories of a past life who ends up reincarnating back into that past life and deciding to become a doctor instead of marrying the prince. but this time around, he's the one in love w her bc she's so cool and smart hehe, but she is v busy being amazing at her job

the rest of these are still releasing so i have to wait :'( but i'm really into them so far. first one is a wicked tale of cinderella's stepmom/i raised cinderella preciously, where the protagonist wakes up as the evil stepmother from cinderella. so she decides she'll just get good marriages for all three of her girls and then live in a cottage somewhere, except cinderella meeting w the prince didn't go as planned and this baron dude and his "apprentice" are always hanging around them. i love this one bc she's kind of a sexy mama bear and the daughters are all surprisingly fleshed out and don't actually want to just follow the plot of cinderella lol

also i like i'm a stepmother but my daughter is just too cute which is similar to the previous one where the protagonist is now the wicked stepmother from snow white. but she was originally a children's clothing designer and snow white is adorable, so instead she dotes all over her. and it turns out the king has a reason for being cold to both of them. (trigger warning on this one for past implied sexual assault and pedophilia that is taken seriously - the abuser is deceased before the start of the story)

and finally i'm waiting on the villainess flips the script/it's time to change the genre, where a woman is reincarnated into her favorite revenge novel as the main character's abusive aunt. she plans to hand him off to his real uncle so he can get along with his story, but instead he gets so attached to her that she ends up joining him and pretending to be his mom so she can keep him and his uncle safe from the events of the novel. except things are playing out differently than the story she knows.

those have been all my favs so far!! based on this if any of you gyns think there's one i might like feel free to lmk so i can add it to my anilist lol