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rafedarling · 10 months ago

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GQ COUPLES QUIZZZ

𝐠𝐪 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳

pairing: rafe cameron x actress!reader; husband!rafe cameron x wife!reader warning: english is not my native language | word count: 1,2k au: like, reblog and comment are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. a sequel to “love, fame and the future” but can be read as a stand alone one-shot. taglist

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The studio was set up perfectly for what was about to be an intimate and fun GQ Couple Quiz. You and Rafe Cameron, your husband of just a few months, were sitting side by side on a cozy loveseat, ready to test how well you knew each other in front of the cameras. The energy between you two was electric, a combination of love, excitement, and the comfortable ease that came from being newlyweds still in the honeymoon phase.

Rafe leaned closer to you, a playful grin on his lips as he took your hand in his. "Ready to show everyone how well we know each other, Mrs. Cameron?" he asked, the sound of your married name making your heart skip a beat.

You smiled back, loving the way "Mrs. Cameron" sounded. "Ready to win this thing, Mr. Cameron?" you teased, squeezing his hand back.

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I don't know if there’s a way to win, but let’s see if we can avoid any awkward ‘I didn’t know that’ moments."

In front of you was a glass bowl filled with folded slips of paper, each containing a question about your relationship, your likes and dislikes, and your lives together. The rules were simple: you and Rafe would play rock-paper-scissors, and whoever won would draw a question from the bowl. Then you’d both answer it, hoping your answers matched.

You turned to Rafe with a mischievous look. “Alright, rock-paper-scissors to see who picks first. You ready?”

“Always,” Rafe replied, his competitive nature coming to the surface as he held up his fist.

“On three,” you said, and together you chanted, “One, two, three!”

You threw out rock, but Rafe’s paper covered it.

“Ha!” Rafe exclaimed, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. “Looks like I get to pick first.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling. “Alright, go ahead. Let’s see what the first question is.”

Rafe reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip of paper. He unfolded it slowly, drawing out the suspense before reading it aloud. “What is Y/N’s go-to comfort food?”

You both exchanged a knowing look, and you bit your lip to keep from giggling.

“I know mine,” you said confidently, glancing over at Rafe to see if he was on the same page.

Rafe leaned back, pretending to think hard. “Hmm… I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you dive into a tub of chocolate ice cream more times than I can count.”

You laughed, nodding. “That’s absolutely right. Chocolate ice cream is my weakness.”

He smiled, clearly pleased with himself. “I knew it. I always keep a stash in the freezer for emergencies.”

You gave him a playful shove. “Emergency ice cream is very important.”

Rafe laughed, his hand resting on your knee. “Your turn, Mrs. Cameron. Let’s see if you know me as well as I know you.”

“Alright, challenge accepted,” you said, shaking your hands out as you prepared for another round of rock-paper-scissors.

Once again, you counted to three, and this time you threw out paper while Rafe threw rock.

“Yes!” you cheered, pumping your fist in the air. “I won this time.”

Rafe chuckled, pretending to be disappointed. “Beginner’s luck.”

“Sure, sure,” you teased, reaching into the bowl to pick a question. You unfolded the slip of paper and read it aloud. “What is Rafe’s favorite way to unwind after a long day on set?”

You already knew the answer to this one, having spent many evenings watching him unwind.

“I’ve got mine,” you said, looking at Rafe expectantly.

Rafe grinned, clearly thinking the same thing. “Alright, on three?”

You both counted down together. “One, two, three!”

“Watching football with a beer,” you said at the same time he did.

You both burst out laughing, knowing you had nailed it.

“You know me so well,” Rafe said, his voice full of warmth as he reached over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I should,” you replied, feeling a wave of affection for him. “I’ve seen you do it enough times.”

He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly. “You’re usually right there with me, though, keeping me company. It’s better that way.”

Your heart melted a little at his words, and you squeezed his hand. “It’s always better when we’re together.”

“Alright,” Rafe said after a moment, glancing at the bowl again. “Let’s keep this going. We’re on a roll.”

You agreed, ready for the next question. You played rock-paper-scissors once more, and this time, Rafe won again.

He reached into the bowl and pulled out another slip. “What is Y/N’s most embarrassing moment on set?”

You groaned, knowing exactly what he was going to say. “Oh no, I think I know what you’re going to pick.”

Rafe smirked, clearly amused. “Let me guess. It involves a certain scene where you had to run… and then completely wiped out?”

You covered your face with your hands, laughing despite the embarrassment. “Yes! I can’t believe you’re bringing that up.”

“It was adorable,” Rafe said, trying to contain his laughter. “You were so determined, and then bam—down you went. But you got up like a champ.”

You peeked at him through your fingers, your face still warm from the memory. “And I had to do it in front of the entire crew. I’m never going to live that down, am I?”

Rafe grinned, shaking his head. “Nope, but at least it makes for a good story.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing along with him. “Your turn to share an embarrassing moment. I’m not going down alone.”

Rafe chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he thought. “Alright, fair is fair. There was that time I completely blanked on my lines during a big scene… right after I bragged to everyone about how I had them down perfectly.”

You laughed, remembering the story. “Oh yeah, you were so confident, and then—nothing. Just silence.”

“I wanted to crawl into a hole,” Rafe admitted, shaking his head. “But hey, it happens to the best of us, right?”

“Definitely,” you agreed, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “It’s all part of the job.”

Rafe smiled at you, his eyes full of love. “I’m just glad I get to do this job with you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled back, feeling incredibly lucky. “Me too, Rafe. Me too.”

For the next few rounds, you and Rafe continued the quiz, answering questions about everything from favorite date nights to pet peeves. The more you answered, the more you realized just how in sync you were. Each time you got an answer right, you celebrated with a high five or a quick kiss, both of you clearly enjoying the experience.

Finally, you drew the last question from the bowl. “Okay, this is the final one. It says… ‘What’s one thing Rafe does that always makes Y/N smile?’”

You glanced at him, your heart melting a little as you thought about the many ways he made you happy.

Rafe looked back at you, his expression softening. “I think I know this one.”

“Alright, let’s hear it,” you said, genuinely curious to see if he would get it right.

Rafe took a deep breath, as if trying to get it just right. “I think it’s when I wake you up with coffee in the morning. You always smile when I bring it to you in bed.”

Your heart melted completely at that. He was absolutely right. Those quiet, early moments when he brought you coffee, still warm and sleepy, were some of your favorites.

“You got it,” you said, your voice filled with affection. “It’s the little things like that that mean the most.”

Rafe grinned, looking pleased with himself. “Good to know I’m doing something right.”

“You do a lot of things right,” you said softly, reaching over to take his hand.

The quiz had been fun, but more than that, it had been a reminder of how well you knew each other—and how much you loved each other. Even though you were still newlyweds, it was clear that you had something special.

Rafe looked down at your joined hands, then back up at you, his expression tender. “I think we did pretty well on this quiz, don’t you?”

You smiled, nodding. “We did better than I expected. We really know each other.”

Rafe leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “And I can’t wait to learn even more about you.”

Your heart swelled with love as you gazed into his eyes, feeling the truth of his words deep in your soul. “Me too, Rafe. Me too.”

The cameras might have been rolling, and the quiz might have been the focus, but in that moment, all you cared about was the man sitting next to you—the man you got to call your husband.

With one last kiss, the quiz came to an end, but your journey together was just beginning.

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i2rizz · 2 months ago

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i fear i’ve grown obsessed with the chubby reader x bllk men 🧍🏻‍♀️

can i have general hcs for chubby sweetheart reader and yukimiya, reo, and kaiser (+ if you want to add anyone else <3) hehe

thank you <3 i love your writing so much, it’s like a warm hug !!

HELLOO dearieee<333 andd i totally get you there!! Writing a chubby reader honestly feels like a warm hug idk why

ALSO ik you didnt ask- but i also made NSFW hcs too because i was js feeling brave to write it- exept idk wtf im doing

General SFW! and NSFW! hcs for the BLLK boys x !chubby sweetheart reader

Yukimiya, Reo, Kaiser, Sae

-SFW!

YUKIMIYA KENYU

Yukimiya stares at you like you’re the final brushstroke on a masterpiece. You could be munching on snacks in your oversized hoodie and he’ll be like, "You know… you’re a vision, right?"

He always says it casually, too. Not performative. Just facts. And when you get flustered, he’ll grin and go right back to reading his skincare label.

You mentioned once in passing that you didn’t like a photo of yourself—he literally made a mini photoshoot day just to show you how good you looked in every angle. And yes, he printed some of them and put them in a little photo album labeled "My Favorite Muse"

One time you were lying on the bed, scrolling on your phone, and he laid down beside you, placing his hand on your stomach and just staying there. When you looked over like "??" he just mumbled, "I like you like this. You feel like home"

Lowkey has a soft spot for dressing you up. Picks out outfits for you when you go out together. Always says things like, "I want everyone to see the masterpiece I get to come home to"

REO MIKAGE

Reo thinks you’re the softest, sweetest thing he’s ever met. And he’s OBSESSED. Will literally go on rants like, "How the hell did I win the jackpot like this??"

He likes lying with his head in your lap and pretending to be weak and fragile like, "Ugh... only your chubby thighs can cure me"

Buys you so many clothes. When he realized some brands didn’t carry inclusive sizing, he basically rage-donated 100K and then sent a strongly worded email. Now you have a tailored wardrobe curated just for you.

When you feel self-conscious in a crowd, he always pulls you in by the waist and goes, "Smile. They’re jealous"

The type to post "your daily dose of heaven" with a pic of you eating ice cream and then defend your honor in the comments like a rabid knight. "Yes she’s mine. No you can’t have her. Cry about it"

MICHAEL KAISER

Kaiser acts like he’s god’s gift to the world but when it comes to you? He is down bad.

He says stuff like, "My baby’s a snack. A meal. A buffet. Michelin-starred. Try her and you’ll choke though"

Absolutely lives for PDA. He wants everyone to know you're his, especially when they double-take seeing someone like you with someone like him. That’s his favorite kind of attention.

When you get insecure, he holds your face and just says, "Look at me. I like you. Not some idea of you. Not a filtered version. You."

Spoils you like a princess. Buys you cute shoes, pastel earrings, books you mentioned one time. You were his soft spot before you even knew he had one.

SAE ITOSHI

Sae’s the quiet kind of partner who doesn’t really say much—but the way he looks at you when you’re smiling? Like it’s a rare eclipse.

He doesn’t hype you up with fancy words. He just shows you. Grabs your hand when you’re walking, pulls you into his chest when you’re tired, keeps one hand on your thigh while he’s driving.

If someone says something dumb about your body, he’s the type to deadpan, "And?" Then stares at them like they’re not worth breathing near you.

Sometimes when you fall asleep on him, he mumbles things like, "You’re so warm. Stay like this forever" He won’t admit it the next day though. But he’ll make you breakfast and kiss your forehead, so…

-NSFW!

MICHAEL KAISER

Possessive as hell. The moment he has you under him, he’s muttering in German about how "this body is his kingdom" He touches and kisses every inch of your skin like he's laying claim to it. Doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together—he acts like he still can’t believe he gets to touch you like this.

Size kink deluxe. Your softness drives him insane. He loves how plush your thighs feel wrapped around his waist. He’ll grab your hips and say something cocky like, "Only I get to ruin a body this perfect"

Body worship? Constant. He likes to go down on you slowly—especially when you're flustered or shy. He’ll press kisses to your belly, thighs, and anywhere that makes you squirm, telling you how good you taste while keeping eye contact.

Aftercare KINGG. He’ll literally carry you to the shower or wipe you down himself while murmuring praises. He won’t let you move until you’re fully pampered.

REO MIKAGE

Spoils you everywhere—including in bed. He wants you to feel like royalty even when you’re writhing beneath him. Satin sheets, rose petals, him on his knees—Reo makes love like he’s proving a point.

Loves when you’re on top. He gets feral watching you bounce above him, hands gripping your hips like he’s grounding himself. And if you get shy about your tummy or thighs? He’s kissing and praising every part while guiding your movements with, "Don’t hide from me, baby—lemme see all of you"

Breast guy. Massages, nuzzles, soft bites, and full-on obsession. He’ll wrap his arms around you from behind and grope you while whispering sweet filth in your ear.

Public teasing? Absolutely. He’ll whisper what he’s going to do to you in a room full of people, then act all innocent when your knees get weak.

YUKIMIYA KENYU

Slow burn, sensual type. Yukimiya isn’t rushed. He peels your clothes off like he’s unwrapping a rare gift. Compliments your body with words like "divine" "breathtaking" or "a masterpiece I get to touch"

Foreplay specialist. Tongue, fingers, gentle teasing—he builds it up until you’re begging. And he loves that. He’ll say, "That’s it, baby, let me hear you. Tell me what you want"

Loves your softness. He’ll squeeze your thighs while thrusting into you, groaning, "You feel so fcking good wrapped around me" He thinks about it all day, especially when you wear anything that clings to your curves.

Mirror sex. He loves watching you come undone. Holds you by the chin and whispers, "Look at yourself. That’s how beautiful you look when I make you mine"

SAE ITOSHI

(Guess the favourite- you cant)

Emotionless? Not in bed. The moment things get heated, the deadpan fades and something hungry takes over. You see it in the way his hands tremble just slightly as they explore your soft body—like he’s been holding back for way too long.

Gets off on contrast. You’re sweet, warm, soft. He’s cold, controlled, calculated. He loves the push and pull—how you gasp his name with those honeyed lips while his fingers dig into your plush thighs like you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Slow strokes, intense eye contact. He makes you feel everything. Every thrust is controlled, angled just right. And he doesn’t talk much—but when he does? "You’re perfect like this. All mine. No one else gets to see you fall apart"

He marks you up. Hickeys, scratches, the imprint of his rings—he wants reminders of him on your skin. He likes how they look on you when you wear soft, flowy clothes the next day.

Softness drives him feral. He grabs your tummy when he’s close, burying his face into your neck and groaning against your skin. It’s primal. He doesn’t care how messy or loud it gets—he wants you trembling and ruined beneath him.

Post-sex quiet cuddles. No words. Just his hand resting over your belly, your legs tangled, and his lips ghosting over your shoulder with the faintest "You’re beautiful, you know that?" whispered like a secret.

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yellow-rose-embalmer · 6 months ago

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Aesop needs to claw his way back up to approval. He needs to stop ruining what he set out to preserve. That starts with listening, just like he always has, right? His voice, when he finally speaks after a long silence, is weak, like he does not want to admit what he is hearing, even as it burrows deep within and he knows there is a reason it was said, even as its truth is evident. "...I see your point."

Further fueling the burning in his throat is how Victor says he finally found someone. He finally found someone, and Aesop keeps destroying it. And Aesop keeps turning away, thinking he should be left behind. But it doesn't happen. Even when he lashed out, even when he says all these things he learns to soon regret, Victor remains. (He wanted this. This is the kind of thing he's wanted for so long. So why does he push this to nearly the limit, why does he only realize when he puts it at risk?) "You don't. But... you were. I'm sorry you had to go through that... you should not have. I should not have said that... even with such thoughts, you should not have to hear them. I will... try to take your words better in the future as well."

Aesop closes his eyes to think of something to ask, letting out a hum to ensure it didn't seem like he was trying to isolate himself again, trying to ignore his eyes swelling. Trying to ignore how little he really knew. "As for... figuring out who... you are. How much of your past self is... still with you? I know you are not him anymore, of course, but you also are, and... I want to make sure I am not expecting something that will not happen."

"Hey doll! D'you happen to have a spare glove in that handy box of yours? Just one is fine!"

@the-bloodline-embrace

Aesop may have been caught organizing his box anyway as his eyes narrowed, lips that could not be seen pressed together in focus (he tended to make it a habit so he would not have to do it all at once or wind up with an untenable workload). Even so, he freezes, eyes widening upon hearing the voice behind him, as he slowly looks to confirm that which had quickly grown familiar.

"Ah... hello again. Y-you came at a good time, I was just making sure everything I had stored in here was properly stocked. Let me see..." As the embalmer opens up his kit fully to make sure he can see everything, running a finger down the collection to make sure he was looking in the right place, he reminds himself that he would practice getting used to these names, too. No matter how wrong it felt.

Finally, he fishes out a glove from one of the compartments, handing it over. "Here you go. I... hope this fits you well, Victor." The name slips out before he can stop himself. By the time he notices, he wants almost to fade away, to ask the man before him to forget what just happened. But all that comes out is a weak "...sorry."

#yellow rose embalmer replies #you know it's serious when the guy who juggles personas and lies stops.#the beauty of weekends fr...#me when coming up with questions is a weak point of mine and i'm trying to think of something that makes sense...#embrace has lived long enough to not have patience for certain things.#forcibly reminding the dumbass that YES they're still friends. he still means it even with how he's. like That.#the amount of replies where i look at sop and go “buddy. no. that is NOT the correct reply”.#he sure doesn't get the right one even if he corrects himself and i'm just shaking my head to show that i don't think he's right about this #mr carl you are cooked. (he does not know how much of his thoughts and beliefs are collapsing around him other than “many”)#also i was absolutely tearing up writing this reply! i have no idea why but MAN i'm invested in these two #aesop's bullshit has officially pushed this man too far. congrats boy you've fumbled.

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fatcathappycat · 2 months ago

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10 Ace Attorney fics that made me >LOL<

(part 1)

Reading AA fanfics on Ao3 has been my 'go to' choice for self-care this past year. The following are works that literally made me either snort, giggle, cackle or laugh out loud. As usual, these are in no particular order, because creating a sense of order in life is an illusion, and fics are to be enjoyed and celebrated, not ranked ;p

1. Vocal Exercises by SapphireWine

Rating: G Words: 4,756 Read time: 20 mins

Phoenix has a secret talent!! I laughed out loud so hard at this story's climax, I think I hurt myself (the best kind of hurt ;) ). And like so many of SapphireWine's fics, the story is so sweet (new love getting to know each other) and crisp (that snappy dialogue!) and savory (mmmmm tasty Narumitsu). I wrote in my bookmark that this fic is a sweet little ol’ onion if onions were like apples maybe, and covered in feelings.

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2. Eureka Moment by Kantayra

Rating: T Words: 673 Read time: 5 mins

"Miles discovers that, to his embarrassment, he is just as much of a total dork in bed as he is in everything else." Ahem, ngl, this is now firmly established in my head canon. Kantayra is one of my 'go to' Narumitsu Master authors. They specialize in short, sharp and hilarious ficlets, and I highly recommend all their work. This author will show up again in my fic recs, guaranteed.

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3. A Collective Groan by Kantayra

Rating: E Words: 6,321 Read time: 30 min

"Miles prided himself on his self-control, or at least he would if only Phoenix would stop being so incurably Phoenix." OOP! See! I was (w)right, here is another one by Kantayra. In addition to being a Narumitsu Master, they are a freaking Pun Master! OMG the PUNS!!!! And the fact these are Mile’s weakness! I am so dang happy I found this author and this fic in particular. I'm laughing even as I'm typing this, remembering some of them.

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4. The Crushing Weight of Inevitability by Kantayra

Rating: E Words: 6,321 Read time: 30 min

And sorry, I can't help but slip in yet another gem by Kantayra! (Honestly, I might have to do a dedicated post on them in the future). "How Edgeworth applies for a job: smugly, confidently, remorselessly, and with plenty of snark." In the form of a heavily cited resume, this is another absolutely fantastic ‘pun fic’ from this fabulous creator.

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5. Worse than we could have imagined (2 part series) by hi_its_ellis

Rating: T Words: 5,813 Read time: 25 min

Our favourite idiots being, well, idiots. By yes, another one of the authors I consider a 'Narumitsu Master.' In the author's notes, they say "I intended this to be Really Soft and it turned out Really Stupid" I happen to love soft and stupid so there we go... but it also has heart, so there we go twice.

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6. Texts & Turnabouts by YanagiKana

Rating: T Words: 40K? Read time: 3 hours (?)

I love chat fics. They are such a fun character vehicle. This one is missing a few graphics but still really, really enjoyable and I hope this talented author comes back and gives us more. :)

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7. It Would Feel So Good To Make You Mine by hi_its_ellis, lowbatteryhealth

Rating: T Words: 54,615 Read time: 4 hours

I am the 590th bookmark for this epic tale from two of the most diabolically minded pair of Narumitsu Masters in the fandom, celebrating the most epic game of Gay Chicken ™️ ❤️🐔💙 Read and enjoy, you won’t be disappointed! I would also file this one under 'required reading for Narumitsu fanon'

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8. A Beginner's Guide on How Not to Write Steel Samurai Fanfiction by chameleonwrites

Rating: T Words: 16,058 Read time: 65 mins

"Verity Baytum, a court stenographer, has a secret passion for writing Steel Samurai fanfiction based around the pairing Magisteel. When she finds an unlikely source of inspiration during her job, she can't help but watch court proceedings in search of further lines that fit her fics."

"Yaaay!!!! Sooo much fun, just like the description implies! Very Ao3 and discord community vibes. Verity is a really likeable and charismatic Original Character and I would love to read more about her! - If you are craving more, I suggest a chaser of Kantayra's 'Court(ing) Record' ;)

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9. Twelfth night by zombiekittiez for Gheyn

Rating: T Words: 5,156 Read time: 20 mins

“Phoenix hand feeds him a berry, sweet and sun-warmed. Also, slightly crunchy from the sandy soil. Resigned, Miles chews and swallows. Three days in and he is already eating dirt.” Time-loop au comedy hijinks by another one of my 'go to' authors.

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10. Certifiably Yours (2 part series) by Gheyn

Rating: T Words: 5,156 Read time: 20 mins

If you like fics that reference the language of flowers, or how meticulous Miles is, this fic is for you. And I'm finishing strong here, folks. This 2-part series is LOL perfect! Tears! TEARS!! In my eyes from laughing so hard. So sweet! So romantic! So silly! So good. Hiiiiighly recommended. ❤️💙

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And that's it for another week! I hope you enjoy these as much as I have. For part 2 of this series, see AA LOL Fic Recs Part 2.

Do you have a favourite AA LOL fic? Please share in the comments! And THANK YOU!!!!! to all the incredibly wonderful punny, funny awesome authors cited here. I luuuuurve you!

❤️ ♥‿♥ ❤️

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muffinsin · 3 months ago

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Hi muffin!! If tis ok may i request something? May i request a female reader and bela please with worship and leash please? Reader being leashed n made to worship bela n feed into her god complex only if tis ok!! Been having SO many thoughts bout worship 😮‍💨

Have a great day!!!!

-deluded anon

Hey there, hon ;)! Absolutely! We all need some good God Complex Bela at times🥳

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Bela stands above you, her bright, golden eyes half-lidded with something between amusement and hunger as she tugs gently on the leash, guiding you closer to her. You whimper for her, but shift easily, your head tilted back to look up at the beautiful woman in front of you. The weight of her mere presence makes your knees feel weak and has your chest feel light, but it’s her sharp, commanding gaze on you and her voice- smooth, gentle, dripping with that quiet arrogance- that really gets to you and has you whimper for her again.

You moan softly as she presses her lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut and lips parting for her. She easily pushes her tongue inside- warm, gentle, but easily dominating your own, and when she pulls away again you can't help but whine for more of her touch.

"Look at you...", she hums, grasping your chin between two strong, nimble fingers and tilting your face up to meet her gaze. You immediately shrink into yourself, your thighs pushing together, your eyes wide as you look up at her. She never fails to make you feel so small, but only in the best of ways, and a blush rises as your eyes fall back down to her lips.

She presses down on your shoulder and while the touch isn't rough or too strong, you immediately drop to your knees for her, looking up at her with utter love and devotion.

She chuckles lowly at you, sending you a seductive smirk that has your cheeks heat up even more and has heat pool in your stomach. She squeezes your chin, dragging you closer still.

"On your knees, where you belong. You do understand, don’t you, little one?", she coos, her words honeyed and soft, but holding enough power that you feel it.

"Yes, mommy...", you whisper obediently, trying to lean into her as best as you can.

You feel her fingertip move up to trace your lip, the touch soft, but firm, reverent, but possessive. She drinks in your obedience hungrily, need and lust rising within her even as she looks perfectly composed, as always.

Just as one would expect from the Bela Dimitrescu, after all.

You shiver, and she smirks, clearly enjoying this and seeing you like this.

she knows, after all- only she can make you feel like this and only she can make it look so effortless.

She leans down slowly, her lips by your ear, soft and warm, her breath an almost ticklish sensation against first your cheek, then your ear. You inhale sharply, whimpering and moaning softly at the by now familiar scent of her- the scent of expensive wine and perfume, dark, floral, rich, the scent matching her strength and authority perfectly and capturing it easily. "You adore me, don't you, little one?", she purrs, chuckling as she adds;

"Tell me, pet...do you even remember what you were, what your life was like, before I made you mine?"

You shake your head, whimpering, squirming in place, your expression dazed and pliant, but your eyes wide and betraying how needy you truly are. But you stay in place, your golden leash held tight in her hand, sure to be yanked and bring you to the ground if you were to move without permission.

Of course you don't remember your life before her, not when she is all you can think about. You belong to her now, your mind, body, and soul, all hers. And in return, she takes such good care of you.

You let out a soft sigh when she rises again and her fingers tangle in your hair, strong, firm, but not forceful. You're pulled flush to her thigh, your breath hitching as your face presses into the soft, bare flesh and you're guided against her with a slow, measured drag of the leash. She's gentle with you, but firm, humming when you instinctively press yourself against her, your hands trembling, your cheek hot against her bare thigh, your eyes finding hers again as you look up.

Like this, on your knees, flush against her thigh and looking up at her with such devotion, it's a perfect image of worship. She smiles down at you.

"Good girl"

You whimper, your thighs twitching, but you don't close them, not without permission. You feel her caress you, her fingers tugging your hair and tilting your head back a little, your body flush against her leg still. Being entirely naked, and with her wearing only her heels and deep red lingerie, you almost crave the skin-to-skin contact she grants you.

"You know where you belong, little one", she purrs, her golden eyes drinking you in hungrily. They linger at your throat for a moment, marked up and bruised with kisses and bites, hidden partly by the elegant collar sitting snuggly around you. Dropping the leash, you squeal in surprise when she instead steps on it, tugging you down a little more, flush against a lower part of her thigh, the collar tight and leash and fingers in your hair forcing you to stay in position.

You shiver, feeling her other hand trail across your hot cheek already, and for but a moment you allow a little whine to slip out, a little plea, a sigh as you try to lean into her touch as much as your position allows it.

“The lack of self control you have…”, she coos, dragging her palm against you. “It’s alright, little doll, Mommy’s here”, she whispers.

You whine softly, your hips raising, your fingertips twitching with the want to be free of the rope and touch her.

"Perfect", she purrs, her fingers sliding from your cheek and to your mouth, her strong, nible thumb first dragging over your lower lip, parting it slightly before pressing down just enough to make you gasp and moan. "So eager...", she coos, smirking when you keep your mouth open, not only inviting her inside, but offering yourself up for her.

As any good little girl should for their God.

She hums in satisfaction, watching as your tongue twitches slightly and your eyes struggle to stay open, your hips rolling forth and back subtly.

"Mmmm...", she coos, leaning down enough to press a kiss to your burning hot cheek, before you feel her lips curl there and she adds; "...what a needy little girl. Do you believe you have earned my favor already, little one?"

You can only whimper, sigh, moan out a little "please, Mommy" for her. It only has her chuckle lowly, her black lipstick leaving a slight mark by your cheek before she rises again, this time cupping your jaw easily.

"Show me your devotion then, good girl", she commands, her words spoken gently, but you know they are a firm command nonetheless, wrapped in honeyed words and a subtle smirk beneath her smile. Your face flushing with humiliation, you begin to push yourself against her, your hips rolling, your wet pussy dragging against her leg, your clit throbbing already.

Oh, how she adores the cute, submissive, ruined expression on your pretty little face.

She makes you look up at her, smirks down and praises you for your efforts and cute sounds as you begin to hump her properly.

"Mommy....", you sigh and moan, your eyes fluttering shut, your collar a comforting weight around you and her fingers in your hair enough to ensure you keep your head tipped back, obediently looking up at her even when keeping your eyes open becomes nearly impossible. She doesn't mind, she finds you utterly adorable like this, trembling and soaked, rubbing your needy pussy over her, hoping she might just grant you some touch. She usually does, but she enjoys this.

"Good girl", she whispers possessively, almost to herself, reveling in the way you shiver and moan and your hips buck up a little harsher at her praise. You press yourself close to her, your hands tied behind your back in red rope, your body and mind easily submitting to her.

Why?

Because she's Bela, of course.

Divine.

Your everything.

"Mommy...please...", you breathe out, whimpering and moaning softly, your hips trembling with every drag of them against her leg. Your clit is pulsing and aching already, your wetness smeared all across your pussy and her leg and heel, easily proving just how soaked you get for her each and every time.

She merely coos at you, twisting her fingers in her hair enough to make you open your eyes again, teary and wide and full of need that has her heart ache beautifully for you.

What an adorable little thing you make, indeed.

"I'm here, iubita mea", she coos, gentle, loving as she guides you to drag your hips a little more, reveling in the way it makes you pant and moan softly, your entire body heating up for her. "Every breath, every little, precious whimper is mine, isn't it, little one?", she whispers next, "You belong to Mommy, little one, don't you?", she breathes out, cooing when you nod without hesitation, a soft, whimpered little yes, mommy slipping past your parted lips as you moan.

She tilts your chin up with but a single finger, her bright golden eyes flickering with satisfaction as she smirks down at you. “You’re such a good girl for Mommy”, she praises, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel, her words easily making your pussy throb and dragging a cute, breathy moan from you. “So devoted”, she whispers. “So eager to please me”

Her thumb drags over your bottom lip, watching as you easily tremble for her, your body burning up, your eyes set on her as if you couldn’t bear looking away for even a moment.

“Open”, she orders softly, and you obey without hesitation, parting your lips just for her, as you always do, perfectly trained.

Her perfect girl.

She chuckles, her voice rich with amusement.

“So obedient, little one”, she purrs, sliding her fingers into your mouth, her touch light when she presses them against your tongue next. You don’t move, not without permission, instead keep your mouth open and tongue still as you manage, your eyes desperate and set on her.

“That’s my good girl. You may begin, little one”, she coos, and in an instant you close your lips around her fingers, tasting the faint taste that clings to them. You suck lightly, eagerly, your tongue gliding against the gentle skin and clit aching with want. Often, these very same fingers are the reason you squirm and cry, gasp and moan, your poor body utterly ruined by your goddess-like partner.

She hums in approval, stroking her fingers along your tongue as though to test and tease, but you obey her perfectly.

“Look at you…”, she muses, almost to herself, her eyes fierce, but loving and her gaze intense. Your hips buck up aggressively, your body yearning for her.

“So eager to show your Mommy how good of a girl you can be. Tell me, little one… do you even realize how perfect you are like this?”, she praises, pulling her fingers from your mouth with a soft pop again. She drags them down your chin, tracing the slickness along your jawline with deliberate slowness before chuckling at you, a playful smirk tugging at her hips. The sight alone makes your nipples harden and has you roll your hips again, desperate to chase the pleasure only she can offer.

“Messy girl…”, she coos with a teasing smirk, but she already trails her finger across you again, swiping the wetness from you.

You rock your hips quickly, chasing an orgasm you know she will need to allow you to have. You love it.

And she knows, too, her smile slow and knowing, filled with dark and loving satisfaction as she coos again; "Oh...good girl"

The praise washes over you like molten honey, warm and intoxicating. She knows what it does to you, knows the way your body trembles under her voice alone. And god, does she enjoy it.

It's often like this, with her making you ruin yourself for her, moaning at every little touch of hers as though she really is a goddess and you are nothing but utterly devoted to her, humping her thigh and kissing her fingers when she trails them to your dry lips, whimpering and moaning softly for her, whining whenever she tilts your head back again and the collar tightens a little, the leash straining against it.

Letting go of you next, she hums lowly beneath her breath when you begin your worship even without her having to prompt you to, your lips gentle, but eager against her skin, pressing devoted kisses to her wherever you can reach. You press one soft, reverent kiss after the other against her thigh, each one almost a prayer, an offering, a plea all at once for the goddess that is your girlfriend.

She watches you with the same slow, indulgent smirk as you tremble and shake for her, her fingers once again gripping the leash and using it to pull you completely against her. She feels your wetness drool from you and down her leg, feels your pussy drool and quiver and heat up as you hump her, and smirks as she hears your precious little heart beat faster and faster for her.

“Devoted little thing…”, she praises, shifting to press her thigh more firmly against you and draw more gasps from you.

Slim, but strong fingers trail down to your cheek, guiding you, coaxing you to press closer, to surrender completely, and you whine as you’re pulled up a little, until you can smell her arousal and feel the softness of the red lingerie against you.

You look up at her, your eyes wide, pleading, your hands trembling against your back, yearning to touch.

Instead, she grants you a taste.

Your hips buck up when she easily pulls her panties to the side, the leash tugged back and forcing you forward, your lips clashing against soft, wet flesh.

“Mommy….”, you moan, your stomach tight and body on fire as your tongue darts out to lick across her wet folds first. Much like you, she’s soaked, though while you make for a needy, submissive picture, humping her leg desperately and lapping hungrily at her pussy, she displays perfect elegance, with her head thrown back and framed by blonde hair, her perfect lips parted to make way for soft moans, her hand in your hair, the other holding your leash tight, slight, feminine bicep muscles flexing, standing tall even as she’s served.

She growls lowly above you, letting out sighs and moans, gasps and groans when you push a little closer to her, your nose pushing against her wet cunt and brushing against her sensitive clit, your tongue moving past her soaked folds.

You whine against her, your moans reverberating against her, your orgasm only a few more humps away, you’re sure.

But even as you begin to tremble and shiver, you don’t dare cum without her permission, far too desperate to stay on her good side.

“Good..hnngnn…good girl, more”, she breathes out, her voice thick with praise, pleasure and satisfaction. “Don’t stop, little one…keep…proving yourself to..me…”, she moans, her fingers tight in your hair, her other hand clutching the leash tightly, so tight you’re sure you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to.

The thought only makes you moan into her and roll your hips a little faster, your pussy hot as it smears against her, your clit pulsing with every breath, it feels like.

You squirm and pant even more than her, your breath hot against her wet core, your lips coated in her arousal already. You know she's close, and still, it's you who moans and trembles helplessly, your body leaning into hers, your eyes fluttering shut and moans a ticklish, almost vibrating sensation against her.

"Good girl, my good, devoted little girl...", she groans hotly, her chest rising heavily with every breath. Suddenly, you whine when she tugs your head back, her gaze sharp despite how close she is, goosebumps running down her spine as she feels your hot breath against her skin, still.

"Say it", she commands, her voice soft as velvet, but her words firm, still. "Tell me who you belong to, little one"

You don't dare hesitate, can't even if you wanted to, your voice just barely above a little whisper, breathy and soft; "You, mommy...I belong to you, only you".

She hums in satisfaction, cooing lightly as she sees more and more signs of your orgasm, knowing you can't hold back much longer. Perhaps, you won't need to. You have been such a good girl, after all.

She moans softly for you, elegant fingers curling in your hair and forcing you back against her throbbing pussy, silently commanding you to finish what you’ve started.

Immediately, you dive back in, hungrily lapping at her folds, moaning and whining against her clit as you try to concentrate. You know; she cums first, and you know seeing your devotion only feeds into every little thought of superiority she has.

And by the gods, you love it.

You moan when she cries out, keeping your head in place as pleasure and warmth washes over her. She grinds against your lips and tongue, riding out her orgasm slowly as she pushes her leg against your core, a silent sign of permission, a signal you’ve been good enough to cum.

Her chest rises and falls as she holds you, slowly helping you ride out her orgasm by her feet with utter satisfaction. Humiliation, love, and lust burns at you, pooling at your stomach and leaking from you. Perhaps, you should be ashamed at what a mess you’ve made of her heel, but you can’t bring yourself to, not when you look up and her smirk deepens, golden, piercing eyes only on you as she watches you, her perfect little pet kneeling so obediently at her feet. There’s something so intoxicating about the way you look up at her- your eyes wide with devotion, lips slightly parted, waiting, and begging for her next command.

The leash in her other hand tugs gently, guiding you up on shaky legs and closer to her, closer, and closer- closer, until you’re pressed against her, your body molding to her every move, your legs spreading a little already, perfectly obedient, when her fingertips trail between your thighs and finger lazily at your soaked folds.

Her other hand slides from your hair, the back of her hand caressing your hot cheek.

“Good girl, Mommy’s so proud of you”, she whispers against your skin, leaning in to allow her gentle lips to ghost over your hot cheeks. You whimper for her, feeling her fingertips slide across your wet, warm southern lips.

She hums lowly, as though assessing you, and when her fingertip presses against your clit and your hips buck up sharply, she laughs gently.

“What a sensitive little girl…”, she drawls out, her voice soft as silk, her eyes taking you in.

You shake as she toys with you, her index fingertip lazily rubbing your clit. Your fingers curl against your palm, hands tied fast behind your back. You shiver as she leans in even more, her chest pushing against yours, her hard nipples brushing against yours.

“Say it…”, she breathes out, her lips hovering just above your ear. “Tell Mommy how much you need her, little one”, she coos, her voice barely above a whisper. Your breath is shaky,

Your answer comes breathy and as a gasp, desperate and trembling, your stomach curling and little moans escaping you. “I need you, mommy… I need you so badly, please…”, you whimper.

Her smirk widens, pleased beyond words, her eyes shining with satisfaction and confidence.

"Good girl", she praises, rewarding you with the slow drag of her lips first against your cheek and jaw, then your throat, just enough to make you shiver. You gasp when her index and middle finger push into your wet heat, your pulse jumping beneath the collar snuggly hugging your throat.

"Keep being good for me, little one, show me how desperate you are for Mommy's attention", she whispers, her thick lips dragging against your soft throat, just above, then below the collar. You whimper and moan for her, widening your stance slightly to give her more room. She's pumping her fingers in and out of you slowly, a gentle, but dominating pace that easily turns your brain to mush, makes your knees feel weak, fogs your mind with pleasure and slowly drives you towards where she wants you.

The leash glistens in the light of the room, held lazily in her hand and wrapped around her. She holds it, now, though the memory of being led around her office on your hands and knees, made to worship her and kiss at her thighs and legs, her fingers and hands when lowered to your level, makes you feel dizzy.

She curls her fingers inside of you, chuckling as you tremble and your breath hitches. She always takes her time with you, never rushes you, never comes across as hectic. She keeps you close instead, allows a brush of her palm against your clit whenever she thrusts a little harder and deeper, and only smirks elegantly as she draws hot gasps and whiny moans and pleas from you.

"Tell me, little one, what do you need?", she coos, her voice a soft, dangerous purr and her breath warm against the many marks already placed by your throat. You feel her tongue slide against one of them, feel her taste the claim she has placed on you. You love it, love her marks, love to feel her sharp teeth graze against them now.

Your breath stutters slightly, your body leaning forward and into her touch. She's warm, but you're feverish, your entire body yearning for her.

"You, Mommy, I need-you-please..!", you moan softly, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her palm steadily grinding against your already so sensitive clit and her fingers pumping in and out of you slowly. You're certain, you've soaked them already.

She chuckles lowly, the voice rich and dark against you. "Need me?", she coos, dragging her palm back against you, her touch enough to make you jolt and whine softly. "Of course you do", she whispers, her sharp teeth brushing against your throat and collar briefly, the sensation enough for you to whine and gasp already.

You gasp again when her fingers begin to thrust a little bit faster, her pace greedier, her sharp, fang-like teeth digging slightly into your marked throat.

You don't even think, can't think, not with your body and mind so utterly hers.

"Ngnn...please....please, mommy..."

You feel her smirk against you, and feel your pussy clamp down around her fingers when she bites down fully, her sharp teeth drawing a series of whimpers and strangled, breathy cries from you.

Your head is spinning, your knees buckle. You don't even notice her wrap her arm around you until your legs threaten to give out and you're held up by her instead, made to lean into her still, your pussy fingered and drooling onto your thighs, her hand, and eventually the ground between your legs.

“You’re taking Mommy deep today, little one”, she coos, her fingers curling within you once again as if to prove this. You can only moan and whine softly, begging wordlessly for release, completely pliant and needy in her arms.

She smirks, drawing close to you.

“This is where you belong, little one. Don’t forget, this is what you’re made for. For me”

#cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #deluded anon

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doremimosasol · 2 years ago

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𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 - 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✧

Ravenclaw!reader here

Hufflepuff!reader here

Gryffindor!reader here

warnings: suggestive?

word count: 1,1 k

requested

breathtaking

Slytherin

pureblood

hard working

you would think this could easily win a guy like Mattheo Riddle over, but it wasn’t all this that convinced Mattheo you were the girl he wanted

you were intelligent and it showed in the way you acted, some almost wondered why you didn't get sorted into Ravenclaw

but it were your snarky comments, you wouldn’t let anyone walk over you

you knew what you wanted and always made sure to get it

yes, you were pretty, but your personality made you even more attractive to him

respectful and elegant, with that small touch of fire that got you into Slytherin

there was that fire in you, and he wanted it to ignite him too

the way you carried yourself: shoulders back, chin up, but still with that kind smile of yours

you were approachable but to some, you didn’t look like it

the confidence and pride you radiated was intimidating to some

elegance was written on your face

he fell for you fast

but he kept it a secret

he’d even start acting mean to you to convince himself he didn’t fall in love

because how dare he fall in love, right?

nevertheless, it didn’t help because there was no way for him to get rid of those feelings for you

he started to avoid you

avoiding eye contact

avoiding you in the hallways

avoiding your presence in the common room

he’d even spend his evenings in his room alone when he knew you were in the common room

it made him feel weak, those feelings for you

they were no good for him, so the only solution was to lock it all up

to lock himself up

you’d start to get confused because you thought you two were working on something

a friendship?

something more?

it didn’t matter, you just enjoyed his presence

there was something mysterious yet so attractive about him

it wasn’t that much, but after all, you fell for him too

he didn’t even have to try

any girl would be crazy to not fall for him

oh,but you fell hard

completely head over heels

maybe even before he did

you noticed him in class, always

the way he played with all those rings he always wore, and he wore them good

oh my god

it fit his vibe so well and it was bloody hot

he always had that look on his face

it seemed like his eyes almost held no emotion in them

but it was obvious deep down, his eyes covered the whirlwinds going on in his mind

you wanted to know what hid behind those browns

the way his hair fell, it was majestic

he just looked so effortlessly good

and the way he was almost a total red flag?

smash

it went on like this for years, neither of you having the courage to confess

and neither was he able to because then it might feel a little too real to him

you fell for him, but he fell harder

and it drove him absolutely insane

but when you’d start talking to other guys…

it was like something snapped in his head, this sudden switch

at that moment he knew: you belonged to him

you were his

you noticed the small sabotaging he did to your dates, it was almost endearing

but when he went as far as getting one of the guy’s arm in a cast, it were a few too many steps over the line

he had never fought with any of your dates

yes he did fight regularly

but that was because most of the time someone provoked him

was it because he gently touched your waist? the way he kissed you on the cheek?

you couldn’t think of any other reason

you’d heard he immediately threw a punch at the guy, the moment you left

he didn’t even spare a second to let him get away

“She’s mine.”

at that moment you decided to approach him about his absolutely despicable behavior

it wasn’t pleasant to confront him

the first chance you saw him in the corridor outside, you pulled him into your room

before you knew it though, you were pressed against your wall

dominant like he was, he got you under his spell first

his head close to yours

heavy breathing filling the room

breaths mingling

and tension palpable

almost ready to be cut by a single feather even

“You’re mine”

he didn’t even waste a second to kiss you after those words

you never expected it to happen so fast

to happen like this

and for it to feel so good

he wanted you

and you wanted him

and it was more than obvious in the kiss

it wasn’t just a kiss

it felt like it was the air he needed to live

the kiss turned into a full-on makeout session fast enough

and before you knew it you both ended up in your bed

together

clothes?

probably somewhere on the floor

from that night on, you two started dating

it was sweet

he’d regularly take you on dates

mostly private though

picknicks by the Black Lake

candlelit dinners on top of the astronomy tower

and the regular visits to each other’s dorms

he tried everything to make you happy

though it was very sweet he could also be possessive

extremely possessive

a guy could only look at you and his breath would already start to quicken

you didn’t know why he worried so much, you’d never in a lifetime replace him

hell, you would be extremely stupid to

he was the only one you wanted

he’d also regularly give you gifts

most of the time they were flowers

it’d always bring a smile to your face and remind you again why you fell in love with him

a month into the relationship he gave you a bracelet

silver, with emerald stones

and a small snake circling around it

a sign of both your house and his heirloom

he was proud of it, being the descendant of Salazar himself

he could be sweet but oh he could be rough

and bad Quidditch games were the obvious evidence of it

traces painting your skin for days

but don’t you even dare try to cover them up

if you did, he’d make sure to add some more

this time even more obvious than the first ones

you were his and he wanted it to be clear the the rest of the school

it’d be a sweet but bumpy relationship

but besides all that, you could look through all the imperfections

and you ignited a fire inside of him to be a better person

a better person for you

a better person for the world

#harry potter #fiction #slytherin #benjamin wadsworth #slytherin boys #marcus lopez arguello #mattheo x you #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo riddle

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twice-my-age-simp · 4 months ago

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Guilty as sin 1/2

FarahDowlingxFemReader

Warnings: (a little) smut, fluff, just talking now

Summary: You've worked in Alfea for some time now and you were a good friend with Farah, Saul and Ben. However your feelings towards weren't so platonic.

Word count: 1.6k

Gif is not mine

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Your hand went above you to grasp the pillow and the other slipped into her hair, roughly tugging on it. Your soft gasps and whimpers began to fall into loud, long moans. Fingers drew patterns on your hip bones, firmly holding your hips down on the mattress. You lifted your head a little bit only to see waves of golden strands buried between your thighs.

Your breatch hitched in your throat. It couldn't be... Your gaze drove to hands on your hips. You would recognise those hands anywhere, at any time. That little tattoo on one finger.

Farah...

You suddenly became aware of every sensation, every touch. The feeling of her strong and warm hands on your skin, the feeling of her soft, long hair against your thigh. You arched in your back, a shaky moan elicited from your lips as her tongue hit the right spot. It felt like she knew her lover's body like her own, if not better. Like she had done it many times before, but not with a random person but with you. She knew your weak spots, right moves to make you moan and squirm. She knew where to put her hands, where to grab, where to trace her fingers against your skin. Where she should be gentle and where she could be less gentle.

You stirred in your sleep, moaning out loud her name, and that's when your own voice broke you from your dreamland. Your eyes shot open and you swiftly sat up, panting. You ran a hand through your damp hair. Slightly surprised, your fingers moved across your forehead, also damp with sweat. You looked around the room and everything looked exactly the same. Same room. Same bed. But there was one difference. The most heartbreaking one.

You were completely alone.

You had no idea if you should feel guilty or ashamed. And you also had no absolute idea why you dreamed about her... dreamed about something like this. Yes, you liked her. Really liked her. You fantasised about Farah. Many times. And yes... yes, you had dreams like that, a lot of them. But none of them was so intense, so real... so nice.

You shook your head, tryingto comeback to consciousness. No, you could not think about her like that. She was your boss. She was your friend. A good one.

But maybe you shouldn'tfeel like that at all. It's not a crime to have dreams like that. Not with your boss and friend, though. Well, maybe it would have passed with a boss, a friend, however, was a completely different story. You valued your friendship too much to act on your feelings. She was always so caring, so nice, you didn't want to lose her just because of some stupid crush.

Well, at first, you thought it was a crush. But it must have developed through time.

Fukcing feeling. Always so complicated and always complicating something.

You picked your phone up from the nightstand and looked at the screen. 3 a.m. You let out a sigh of relief, you could go back to sleep. And your lack of sleep could be a good excuse to explain your enthusiasm for sleep. Or just your love for it. But not this time. You mind started wandering into future, the beginning of classes to be more specific. You always met Farah before the door to your class. At first it was a total accident, then it happened again and again, and it became some sort of ritual for you two. Farah always asked how you slept, what your plans are for the lunch break and about your dreams. You could lie, of course. And that's where the problem appears.

You could not lie to her.

Not because you didn't want to, you just couldn't. If you had committed a crime and she asked you if you did it, you would have told her the truth without hesitation. And with that thought you fell asleep.

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You walked through the halls of Alfea. You thought if you could even call it walking, more like running. You overslept and thank gods, no more dream came tonight. A dreamless sleep.

Did it help you? Of course, it didn't. You were nervous as fuck and also mad at yourself for being nervous. It was just a shameless dream, you couldn't really control it. Happened. Who knows, maybe Farah had a dream like this about you.

You stopped and raised your eyebrows at your own thoughts. Farah Dowling having dreams like this about you? How the fuck did you come up with this idea. Your head tilted to the right. It was possible. You needed to start doing something immediately or your mind will start coming up with other thoughts.

You started walking again, at normal pace now. Your routine was to come before students and there were times when you waited for half an hour for them. You pulled your papers out of your bag, looking through them and reading what you prepared for the lessons. You were almost at the door when a known voice welcomed your ears.

"Good morning."

You looked up from the papers and your eyes landed on Farah. She stood with crossed arms and a small smile on her face. A long black skirt covered up her long legs. She wore black heels that complimented her figure. The difference in your heights was visible even when she didn't wear heels.

"Hi" You answered with a smile of your own. The travels of your eyes did not go unnoticed by Farah. She arched a brow and uncrossed her arms, putting her hands on her hips. You blushed a little after you realized you didn't were as smug as you thought. "How are you?"

"Good, thank you." Farah nodded and her gaze moved to the papers in your hands. "Something interesting for our students today?"

"Same old crap about the same old topics that are taught for years." Farah looked at you in a surprise, but a smile never left her lips. You looked at her face and started laughing. "I'm sorry, I meant 'some really important and interesting topics that students are learning for years now.'"

"Better. However..." Farah's eyes drove back up to you. "I'm a little concern. You? Late? I don't mean late late, but much later than you always arrive. What happened? A squirrel crept into your room during night and messed around?"

You could see a smirk threatening to appear on her lips. You grinned back, acting completely nonchalant. "Not a squirrel, but a really good dre... dreamless sleep." You nodded your head, trying to convince yourself that it was the truth. You didn't lie. You just did not mention a little detail. Unimportant.

Farah moved to stand next to you and have a look on the words on the paper that you hold. A smell of her shampoo and perfumes was like a balsam for your nostrils. You could smell vanilla, a mix of flowers and honey. You were in love with this smell. You were in love with Farah.

"You looked like you could use some good sleep lately. I know that as your boss I should be glad that you're working like this, but as your friend, darling, you should relax." Her face was right next to you as she leaned closer, but her eyes weren't focused on the words anymore but on your face. You met her gaze and opened mouth to say something, but no words came out.

She was close. So close. You could just lean a little bit forward and your lips would meet-

Suddenly you became aware of the noise and movements around you. You weren't alone. You were at school with students and some teachers around you. A flick of realization coursed in her eyes. Farah took a step back, straightening her back. She looked around and then back at you. "Me, Saul and Ben are meeting after lessons in my office. Valentine's Day party, students begged for it. Do you want to join us?"

A proposition didn't really surprise you because you had good contact with the trio. Although you were younger than them, you loved spending time with them and it seemed like they liked your company too.

"Yes, I would love to. Right after the lessons?"

"No . I'll come for you." Farah smiled softly and her head turned around when a group of students passed by us, saying 'good morning'. "I won't keep you longer or students will get mad." Corner of her lips slightly moved up. "And paperwork won't do it itself."

"I think students wouldn't mind having more free time in the morning. Paperwork could be more uncooperative."

Farah chuckled at that. "See you later." Her hand, which was laying on your shoulder for some time now, brushed against your neck as Farah started walking away. You caught a glimpse of her hand. Her fingers. Her tattoo. The same hand that was holding you down in your dream.

You said yes to see them tonight. And you were sure there will be whiskey or something like this and it was Valentine's Day. Your thoughts drifted to Saul. He knew. He knew too much for his and your own good. And that was a secret you both kept from Farah for some time. Ben knew too, but he wouldn't say anything you didn't wish for Farah to know. Saul on the other hand was very keen on telling her from the beginning. Valentine's Day plus alcohol plus Saul and things he knew equal troubles.

For you at least.

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Happy Valentine's Day! Sorry for being so inactive but I had absolutely no ideas and no motivation. Sometimes I don't have time to think about it. But I'll try. ❤️

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enhaheeseung · 2 years ago

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Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, crying.

WC: 2,889k

Part twelve

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“Heeseung?” You say, bewildered by his sudden appearance. The last thing you expected was for him to show up at your house.

“Hi, y/n,” he says softly. “Can we talk for a little bit?” You give him a nod. He smiles and turns around to close your door while you take the opportunity to hide the pregnancy test inside one of the pillowcases. “May I?” He gestured to the empty space on the bed beside you.

“Sure,” you scoot to the side, allowing him to sit next to you. “The other day when I walked out, I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for not saying anything. I was just going through some things.”

“I understand.” You patted his shoulder softly, the small touch making him feel at ease as it did you. You just missed him so much that you couldn’t resist touching him and you scooted closer to his side, desperately needing to feel his presence and warmth again.

He looked over at you, eyes as soft and vulnerable as they could be, one of the many things he absolutely adored about you was just how understanding you were at all times. “I brought you a little something,” he said, holding up the little booklet that had been in his hand since he came in. “Can i show it to you?”

“Sure,” you smiled.

“Okay.” he took a deep breath, opening up the book, revealing a multitude of different pictures of you guys on various occasions.

You gasped when you saw the first picture. It was the two of you together at prom. “Hee,” you said quietly, already becoming emotional.

“I never told you this or anyone, but that night, I knew you were the one I wanted to marry,” he smiles, tracing his thumb over the photo. “Even though you spilled punch on my tux and I stepped on your toe during the slow dance,” he chuckled while pointing to the next picture. “This was when we graduated together, and I finally got the courage to ask you out later at our celebration party that night. I couldn’t decide what made me happier, graduating or you being my girlfriend, but now I can confidently say asking you out was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life, well next to asking you to marry me.”

You stared at him fondly, a small laugh escaping your lips as you took a trip down memory lane.

To hear your laugh again was one of the best things ever. It’s been so long that he almost forgot what it even sounded like, and after today, he’d never take your happiness for granted.

“Best day of my life.” he flipped the page, showing you both on your first day of college together. “The day I proposed, and you said yes,” he unknowingly placed his hand on your knee, rubbing it softly. “You remember how everyone thought we were crazy for getting engaged so young, but little did everyone know that we were already madly in love. We were so obsessed with each other it’s like no one else in the world even existed except for you and me.” he glanced up at you briefly before moving to the next page. “And then the big wedding day, I still remember it like yesterday. I couldn’t stop crying to save my life, and then when you came down the aisle, you looked so beautiful I thought I might faint.”

“Oh, hee,” you sighed softly, resting your head on his shoulder and looking at him with tears in your eyes, prompting his eyes to get teary as well. “And then when we kissed, you did faint.” You laughed through your tears.

“But you caught me and saved me like the angel you are.” he rested his head on top of yours, kissing you softly. “That night my life was complete, the night you made me yours, and I made you mine.” he closed the booklet, leaning back to look in your eyes. “My angel,” his eyes sparkled with tears. “And then I ruined everything.”

“No, no, no,” you turned towards him, immediately cupping his cheeks and wiping the endless tears that flowed from his eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” his shoulders shook the harder he cried, and it killed you to see him so sad and so weak. “I’m sorry that hurt you, and I’m sorry for all the mistakes I made, and I hope you can forgive me,” he sniffed. “I’m just so lost without you.”

“Come here,” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He immediately leaned into your arms, sobbing like a newborn baby as you stroked his back reassuringly.

“I don’t deserve you.” he clutched onto your shirt, holding you tightly.

“Stop, hee, please don’t say that you’re a wonderful husband, okay?”

“Not anymore.” he buried his head on your shoulder, shaking his head back and forth in denial.

“Yes, you are. I know you’ve made mistakes, but you apologized, you’re sorry and that’s all that matters okay? you showed me that even after everything, you’re still the same man I said yes to. You’re still the same man who took me to prom, the same man who asked me out, and the same man who kept his promise in high school and married me.” You pulled away from the hug, looking him directly in his eyes. “Heeseung, you’re the same man I fell in love with, and after today, I think I fell for you even harder.”

His tears began to subside, a smile gracing his pouty lips even though he tried his best to hold it in, but it was impossible when the love of your life loved you just as much as you love them. “Really?” His frown returned as more tears threatened to spill out from his eyes. “You still love me even after I messed everything u-“

You cut his words with a kiss, your thumbs stroking his cheek as you deepened the kiss. It took him a few moments to return it out of pure shock, but soon enough, his lips were working in sync with yours, and he melted. You were so gentle and loving with the kiss that it made his knees feel like they would give out any minute. Lucky for him, he was sitting; otherwise, he would have fallen.

He gripped your shirt, his fingertips tracing your waist as he leaned in to feel more of you. “Y/n I love you too I love you so much” he talked in between kisses breath hot and heavy as you tangled your hands in his hair making him gasp.

“Missed you” You straddle his waist hands tugging in his hair as he groans into your mouth, and you couldn’t help but hump against him, your core needy with heat and arousal.

“Not more than I missed you,” he moaned into your mouth, the warmth of your core exciting him beneath his trousers, and soon enough, you felt something stiff under you, fueling you to grind against his bulge with more urgency.

“Hee,” you moved your kisses to his jawline, licking just beneath his earlobe where you knew he was the most sensitive.

“Oh,” he moans, hands slipping to your backside as he guides your hips, rocking you back and forth on him. “You’re so soft,” he says, roaming every inch of your body until his hands cup your soft breasts, kneading them as you make out with his neck. “Missed the way you feel,” he gulped harshly as you worked your hips in rough, needy circles.

As much as he wanted this to continue, he had to stop just to make sure. “Wait, wait, wait,” he pulled you away from you despite you trying to chase his cheery red lips.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, concern laced in your tone.

“Nothing, it’s just.” he lowered his head, his grip on you loosening. You held onto him tighter the moment he felt like he was slipping away. “Are you sure you want to do this? With me? I know we have been apart for a while, and maybe there’s someone else, or maybe you’d lik-“

“Are you done?” You asked, lips hovering over his as he whimpered out a small yes. “And to answer your question, I’ve never been so sure. What about you?”

“A thousand percent sure don’t want anyone else but you.” he leaned forward, connecting your lips together. “This okay?” He rushes out, hands gliding under your shirt.

“Yes, hee, you don’t even have to ask. I’m yours, all yours,” you moan, pulling on his hair, desperately rutting on his clothed cock. “Always been yours.”

“Me too, angel, I’m all yours.” he cups your breast, massaging them softly, his warm thumb pads playing with your nipples that got erect under his touch.

You threw your head back as his lips danced across your warm skin. He kissed your exposed chest, running his tongue along the perfect dip in your collarbones.

He groans, bucking his hips to meet yours. “Need more hee.”

“Arms up, angel,” you obey, immediately lifting your arms as he grips the hem of your shirt and tosses it across the room, your perfect mounds staring back at him as he sucks a nipple into his mouth, humming in satisfaction.

He slips his hand inside your waistband, feeling up your backside. The warmth of his hand meeting your bare skin made a shiver run down your side, your panties getting wetter by the moment.

He flicked his tongue on your nipple, working you up to the point of no return as his hand pulled and squeezed on your right breast.

“Feels so good, hee,” he moans against your chest, releasing your nipple with a quiet pop sound before switching to the other and repeating the same actions.

“Yeah?” He seamlessly gripped your thighs, hoisting them around his waist as he laid your back down on the mattress and hovered over you. He rolled his hips, sticky precum seeping through the thin material of his slacks as he ruts against your warm core, his mouth latching onto your neck while he pinches your nipples softly. “How about now?”

“Even Better.” You tilt your head back, giving him access to every inch of your neck as your hands travel to his butt, helping him move back and forth.

He smiles at that, leaning back momentarily to slip his shirt off, joining yours on the other side of the room.

You gasped when he revealed himself, and your brows furrowed with worry when you saw just how thin he had gotten since you’d been apart. “Hee,” you whisper as your hands meet his chest.

He leaned down, resting on his elbows, giving your forehead a kiss before lacing your hands together and pressing his chest against yours. “Missed you so much you have no idea, couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, didn’t even work while you were gone.” he hid his face in your neck, peppering you with soft kisses.

“Hee, I’m so sorr-“

“Shh, it’s not your fault. Besides, I’ve never felt better in my life,” he reassured you, quickly getting back into things by nipping on your shoulder, making you gasp as you arched your back, pressing your core against his groin.

“Angel, I need to feel you” he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, hissing as he rubbed his leaking cock over your pajama-clad heat.

“Me too,” you confess. “Take me hee, make me yours”

He quickly shuffled off the bed, easily removing his bottoms.

The sight of his cock made you clench down around nothing as you gripped the sheets tightly, impatiently waiting for him to undress you and make love to you. “You look better and better each time, my love.” You stroked his cheek once he was back on top of you, and you could have sworn you saw him go red.

“T-thank you” he whispers, his hands gripping the hem of your pajamas and underwear pulling them off at the same time, he wishes he would have prepared himself for the sight before him but even then he still would have been left completely breathless by your beauty. “You look so pretty.” He compliments.

“Thank you,” you reply as you both laugh softly, and just like that, you’re both baring to each other, but he doesn’t rush anything, and neither do you. He slowly lays over you, tucking some hair behind your ear as he kisses your temple and you wrap your legs around him.

He tilts his head to the side, silently asking you for a kiss. As his lips meet yours, he drags his shaft along the length of your entrance, soaking himself in your essence, the thick head of his cock teasing your hole every time he moves his hips.

You take turns gently sucking on each other's tongues, your hands on his back leaving little claw marks as he grips the sheets from the sting mixed with pleasure.

After countless rolls of his hips, he comes to a stop, his tip slowly easing inside you as he pushes forward. “Oh,” he loses the rhythm of the kiss parting from you due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure as he sinks inside.

“Hee,” your nails dug into his back, harsher than before, your walls pulsating on his cock as he enters you inch by inch filling you up till there’s no more space and you’re completely stuffed full of his thick girth.

He nuzzles his face against yours, toes curling as he starts out slow. “Angel, you feel so good, so warm,” he whines right next to your ear, his body shuddering as his tip makes out with your cervix.

You closed your eyes, head rolling back from the sheer intensity of the moment. You felt so overwhelmingly full, and it just kept getting better with every stroke. His tip was fillling you out so perfectly, leading the way for the rest of his thick length to massage your wet walls. “Don’t stop, hee, please.” You clung onto him for dear life, never wanting to let him go cause he felt too good.

“I won’t. I promise I w-won’t.” despite his stutter, his strokes are still smooth and precise as he picks up the pace, the wetness between your bodies emitting sticky sounds in your bedroom.

“Baby feels so hard and big,” you moan in his ear, your hips moving on their own as you meet his thrusts halfway.

Your words make him whimper as he props himself up on shaky arms and looks down at you with his forehead covered in sweat. “All because of you, angel. You always get me so hard I just can’t help it when you feel so wet and warm.” you bite down on your lip, your hand running along his bicep as you squeeze it softly, your other hand busy smoothing over his left nipple and the moan he lets out sounds like the sweetest song you ever heard.

He slips his hand between your legs, gathering a bit of your guy's combined arousal to rub on your clit. “Yes, hee, oh yes,” you squeeze around him so tight he can barely move, but he forces his way in your tight walls, making you see stars.

“Almost there, angel, can feel it” he captures your lips as he rubs your swollen clit speeding up his thrust just enough to have your cream on his dick. “I love you,” he whispered hurriedly as he shook your hand off his bicep to clasp it with his. “Love you much.”

“Hee!” You moan loudly, your high just seconds away. “Me too. I love you so much, hee,” you pant uncontrollably, eyes threatening to roll back in your head.

“Come on then, angel cum for me” he pressed his lips to yours. The action mixed with his thrust and the pleasure he applied to your clit was enough for you to reach your limit, him trailing right after you.

“Cumming hee,” you mewl, body quivering as you come undone all around his hard veiny cock.

“There it is.” he leans back to scan your pleased face, and he can’t hold back anymore. “I’m cumming, oh y/n, I'm cumming!” just seconds later, thick hot seed fills your pleasured walls as he throbs inside you and empties out his love for you deep within your silky heat.

He looks down at you. His brows furrowed, mouth hung open as breathy moans leave his lips, his hips not stopping until he fills you up entirely and strokes out your highs together.

“Kiss me, hee.” You reach for him, pulling him closer by his nape and smothering him in your kisses and love, and he can’t think of anywhere else he would rather be than right here inside you and inside of your arms.

When you both calm down a bit, he gently pulls out, getting ready to go to your bathroom, but you quickly pull him back into your arms cause cleaning up could wait. Cuddling him couldn’t. “Stay,” you whine, and he immediately puts his arms around you, hugging you close to his chest while he throws a blanket over you both.

“Okay,” he whispers and kisses the crown of your head. “Thank you for forgiving me. I love you so much, and I’ll never ever do anything to hurt you ever again, I swear it.” he meant that wholeheartedly. If he ever did anything ever again to make you feel sad or hurt, he’d never forgive himself.

“I know,” you said confidently, trusting his word one hundred percent and you kissed his chest softly. “And I love you too.”

He smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt but he didn’t care. All that matters was you being in his arms again. “I’m so happy.” he squeezed you in the tightest hug ever. “Thank you for coming back to me.”

Thanks for reading likes comments and reblogs are always appreciated sorry for any typos or errors I hope you all have a good day/night♥️

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academicdisasterfic · 5 months ago

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Writing Interview

tagged by the inimitable @lqtraintracks 💗

What’s your total ao3 word count? 181,945

Your top 5 stories by kudos?

- Sourdough with 3692

- Half Awake with 1333

- In the Shape of Things to Come with 1133

- A Melody of You & Me with 1023

- Career Day with 866

Do you respond to comments?

I try, but honestly, I’ve spent the last two years so burnt out and exhausted that it’s fallen to the wayside. I read and appreciate absolutely everything and try to respond when I have the energy; I still get flutters at Ao3 comment notifications in my email and I am fervently hoping one day to make up the slack.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

lol I absolutely am allergic to anything but a happy ending: I’d say a tolerance for pain but it has a sequel so not quite! Some of my microfics are quite angsty.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of them lol - I think the one that makes me the happiest is Half Awake. Objectively A Melody of You & Me or Sourdough is much fluffier but something about the way H&D learn each other in Half Awake feels closer to my own idea of what finding happiness feels like.

Do you write crossovers?

Not yet! Never say never - I’m thinking all the time of how much fun it’d be to write Drarry in various other universes.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes and it’s hilarious to me every time. Girl who’s got the energy

Do you write smut?

I try but I am absolutely no connoisseur. I tend to write sex scenes more quickly & with less detail than I intend, but it’s something I’m working on!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes and it made me so happy! It’s such a huge compliment.

Have you ever co-written a fic?

An absolute banger that will never see the light of day with @cavendishbutterfly

What’s your all time favourite ship?

There’s Drarry, obviously, but Wolfstar is equally as sacred to me.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I started writing a longer fic about three years ago that was intended to be a very slow burn friends to lovers and was kind of processing my own divorce. I think I just moved on, both in my own life and as a writer. I ended up using some bits of it for When the Flood Comes - the description of Hogwarts at the start and the Golden Trio’s dynamic is from that other fic, particularly the part where Ron wakes up and has to reassure himself that Harry came back from the forest.

What are your writing strengths?

I’m definitely a character focussed writer - I love writing dialogue and emotions, and I think that’s probably what I’m best at. I also love writing setting & atmosphere but I’m not quite where I want to be with it yet - that being said, none of my writing is where I want it to be, I’m chronically dissatisfied with all my words.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I am not a plot guy. I struggle with holding suspense over longer works and I think I rush too much. Sometimes I worry about being autistic and the way I express thoughts and emotions: I’ll read other work and think mine is too simplistic. I’m not very good with descriptions either, I don’t tend to describe appearances too much.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

Big yes!!! So many fic writers speak English as their second language and have to write in English all the time; I love seeing mother tongues being written in. I probably wouldn’t feel confident enough to write in a language I didn’t speak but I’ve seen people do it really well with betas who can translate.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I think I’ve written everything I really want to - perhaps one day a short angsty Narcissa/Pansy, I’ve loved the idea of them for a while but I’ve not had the time.

What’s your favourite thing you’ve ever written?

My favourite fic I’ve written is When the Flood Comes - political intrigue was a new beast for me, but I loved writing it, and I also love Harry and Draco’s dynamic in it. Outside of fic, my original novel is my favourite overall, and I’m so proud that I finished it. I didn’t really believe that I’d be able to write a full novel until I actually did it, and it changed how I thought of myself as a writer. It’ll always hold a special place in my heart.

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woodswallow · 9 months ago

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What are the Paulchard kisses that makes you squeal the most? Mine are LA 23sep22, Mexico 4oct22 and Brussel 5aug23! 🤍

Ooh, thank you so much for this beautiful ask! :D *cracks knuckles* Great timing, because I just recently went through all their old kisses...

Also impossible to only name one, very hard to narrow it down to three as you did (excellent selection by the way ;) - so I'll cut it down to four :D

Definitely on the list is one of their very early kisses from 6th July 2019 (Milton Keynes, UK, GIFs by @mrsfitzgerald):

This is everything: Cute, funny, a bit clumsy - and it still makes me squeal. It looks so unusual how fast Richard approaches Paul, also - with his forhead first?! Like he wants to do a headboink and then decides last minute for a kiss?! Paul seems a bit confused as well. And then both of them bringing their chin forward to kiss, that movement looks so sensual. Aaand of course, THE huge bonus here - Schneider in the back *sigh* The light highlighting him, he's watching - and the the smile?! This made my fantasy run wild. I love all three so much and this was a gift from heaven.

Another very, very important kiss is this one from Belgium 3rd August 2022 (GIFset by mrsfitzgerald):

I knooow that it's slowed down, nevertheless all expressions we see here are real. And look at that 5th GIF. Look at it. How soft Richard places his hand on that beautiful neck. How Richards bright smile slowly fades and for a brief moment shows this expression of...bittersweet longing? Passion? How he averts his gaze from Pauls eyes to his lips is just so...is this even real? And Richards face afterwards - he's beaming with joy! Pure bliss. I've watched this so many times and still sigh heavily.

Then this one here (Bern, 17th June 2023):

My heart is overflowing with love everytime I see it - because I have the feeling that Pauls heart actually in that moment is overflowing with love. This was totally unscripted, and it shows. It was a spontaneous reaction from Paul, feeling that Richard needed some sort of support (the "well, it is what it is" - gesture or Richard after the kiss kind of confirms this to me). It's a consoling gesture to me, because Paul is also caressing his shoulder and even came back again to caress him again. This kiss is SO unexpected, so hinest and real - and special because Paul took both hands to cup Richards head. Such a warm, caring loving gesture. Also there are snippets that show Richards expression - and it's soo lovely to see his expression change from "I'm totally cool" to a blank "??!" to that heartmelting smile. Also this has such a special place in my heart because I saw it live from second row and I screamed SO loud that everyone around was probably deaf afterwards. The two concerts in Bern were an absolute blast, first row the next day - mindblowing. And that kiss made my heart burst and still does <3

And then: YES, I totally have to agree - that last kiss in Mexico 4th October 2022 will forever live rent-free in my head.

This is a real kiss. So full of emotions, it could be THE goodbye kiss in a romantic movie when the couple has to seperate.

First, there's fun, playing around. Then the kiss, full of passion - and suddenly...grief. Pain. Sadness. I once did a lengthy analysis of this kiss (#kiss analysis ... you guys know this by now maybe ^^;). Richard definitely fights for composure here and it's ...god, when I think about it, it makes me so weak. It's surely because he realizes the tour is over and not because he will lose Paul - he doesn't lose him of course, he's his bandmate. But seeing his expression and how tight he hugs Paul and how tight Paul hugs back - good god, this doesn't only pull my heartstrings, it shredds them.

Best kiss ever, I tell you. Can only be topped by a french kiss!

Little bonus (not Paulchard, but also makes me squeal :D

(Brussel, Day 3 2024)

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costelloschoice · 1 year ago

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I absolutely adore your fics and was thinking about a Yandere Mizu fanfic idea (if you like the idea as well of course) Keep up the good work you're amazing 🥰💜

-Thank you for the request, i made a little something short yet sweet <3 -sorry it took so long, I managed to fuck up my legs by falling from ice (don't ask) so i've been focusing on feeling better :}

Red Means I Love You Yandere!Mizu x fem!reader -warnings: toxic behavior, possessive over reader -hope you enjoy :]

She never felt this way about anyone else. It was scary.

Mizu believed that love wasn't for her. Love was harsh to her, least till you came along. You were such a breath of fresh air, a beautiful rose in a garden of weeds. And she wanted your sweetness all to herself.

You were like a small deer. A fragile and gentle being. Something so pure and sweet, weak and defenseless. So pretty up close but easily scared…Yet she managed to get close to this deer. And you didn’t run away…In fact you decided to come closer to her. She was a hunter, killing many, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t appreciate your beauty.

She thought she had a little crush on you. I mean, you were so nice to her and showed her kindness that she always dreamed of. But seeing how Taigen would try to flirt with you, made her feel an unbridled rage. How the hell does this man think he is? First, he has Akemi and now you? No. He doesn’t get to have who ever he wants. Maybe because of Mizu’s childhood he tortured her, but he doesn’t deserve a girl like you.

Mizu would Taigen away, threating him to stay away from you. That Mizu knows men like him will use someone as beautiful as you. Everything about you was perfect, Mizu couldn't find a flaw if she tried. It seems like you've stolen her heart from her. Taigen would get offended and walk away. Like a buck trying to win over a doe deer but failing due to the human the deer was so close to.

In her eyes, no one could be around you or talk to you for too long. She would barely let Taigen speak to you and Ringo was allowed to talk to you and only to help you with an injuries.

When Boss Hamata sent his men to attack Mizu and the women at the tea house, she tried to protect you the best she could. You refused to stay in the basement and help Mizu fight against the corrupted boss and his men. She told you to stay back and hide with the rest...but of course you didn't listen.

You were a foolish girl, but like all humans, we make mistakes.

You were on the ground, bloodied and you tried to stop the man’s katana from going into you. From the blood spots, it looks like you were getting weaker and weaker by the second and wouldn’t be able to last any longer. You were a poor, helpless baby dear against the big bad wolf…You couldn’t find this man off alone. It was pathetic, but in a cute way.

Mizu, trying to have a grip on the situation, immediately went after the man. Ripping the man off of you before stabbing him repeatedly. She was the hunter who took the wolf down to protect her doe deer. She didn’t care if he was dead, she just kept stabbing till her anger subsided.

Now covered in this man’s blood, she turns to see you. You looked petrified. She thought it was because of the man but really it was because of her. She was used to everyone looking at her that way…but your gaze hurt the most. Her deer was surely to run off in the woods and never been seen again from her.

“Oh my dove..” Mizu spoke, moving to you. Her bloody hand caressed your cheek. The smell of iron was thick and heavy, making you flinch and gag internally. You were disgusted by these actions, her violent and ruthless killing. Yes he hurt you but at some point it’s uncalled for….but bigger shouldn’t be choicers.

“You’re safe..” she whispered, placing a kissing to your forehead. A red lip print on your forehead. It felt so wrong but nice after your near death experience.

“My small doe…You’re mine to protect..” she whispered into your skin, continuing to place kisses on your forehead.

“You’re mine.”

She said with aggression present in her tone. You just nodded, what else could you do? She could easily hurt you is you protested. You didn’t wish to die at the hands of your protector.

“I’m yours…”

“All mine..” she mumbled. Mizu caressed the soft hair of her doe deer, calming down the easily frightened creature. She perfect, sweet, weak and fragile deer now safe in her arms again, where she belongs.

#bes mizu #mizu x reader #bes #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #wlw

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cha-melodius · 3 months ago

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20 Fanfic Author Questions

Hello! I emerge from the desert and return to civilization (and am no longer responsible for 10 undergrads lol). Thanks for the tag on this one @loki-is-my-kink-awakening!

ETA: I thought I remembered doing this one and I did, here, about a year ago. Interesting what has and hasn't changed. Why are some of my answers almost verbatim even though I didn't look at this before. 😂 Oh well.

1. How many works on AO3?

136.

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

1,576,928

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos

(these are all RWRB, surprise surprise) Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood Nova, Baby Class(room) Warfare All the Old Showstoppers Always Where I Need To Be

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White and Royal Blue

Loki

The Man from UNCLE

5. Do you respond to comments?

I mostly respond to comments when I'm publishing a long multichap, so I can chat with people about the fic. I'd love to respond to all the rest and in my head I say I'm absolutely gonna do it someday, but... I have a backlog of about 4k unanswered comments lmao.

6. Angstiest Ending?

Black Moon (TMFU, Napollya) @heytheredeann recently reminded me that this is actually kind of an unhappy ending. More like... it's an open ending and the unhappy ending is implied by circumstances lol. But I think it's also my angstiest because of those circumstances.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

This is nearly impossible to answer because so many of my fics go for maximum fluff at the end. But really any of my long multichaps because I feel like the endings are more fleshed out/we see an epilogue of them happily together in the future.

8. Do you get hate?

I've gotten my share of unkind comments, but I don't think any of them would classify as hate.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, though I don't really consider myself a smut writer. I don't do PWPs (no judgement to those who do! just not my jam).

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have in the past, though not for quite a long time. I think they're fun, but the audience on them is very narrow.

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

There was that weird 'audible for fanfic' website not that long ago that was ripping off fics and putting them up, and I had at least one on there. Side note they made these horrible AI covers for them and I kinda wish I'd screenshotted mine before it got taken down because it was so absurd.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a handful of TMFU fics, and @donghaian has translated 12 of my RWRB fics into Mandarin!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Nope. @cricketnationrise and I have fic that's been all planned out but we've not gotten around to trying to write it.

14. All time favourite ship?

UGH IMPOSSIBLE. I refuse to answer lmao.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If I want to finish it, I will. The things I won't finish are fics that I started and then either drifted away from the fandom or decided I didn't like it that much.

16. Writing strengths?

Action, dialogue (especially banter), plot. I've been told that my fics play out like movies in people's heads, which is an incredible compliment.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Lyricism? Idk how to put it. I think my writing is more utilitarian than beautiful.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

Sure! If it's more than a few words I like to see a translation somewhere, though. Unless the POV character isn't supposed to understand!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Xena: Warrior Princess. Er... 28 years ago lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

UGH AGAIN. You're asking me to choose my favorite child! How am I supposed to pick?

Ok, it's Body and Soul(mate). 😂

No pressure tags @pippinoftheshire, @justabigoldnerd, @cricketnationrise, @welcometololaland, @alasse9, @caterpills, @heytheredeann, @rmd-writes, @too-young-to-fall-in-love, @faketrex, @anincompletelist, @read-and-write-, @porcelainmortal, @sparklepocalypse, @blueeyedgrlwrites, @eusuntgratie, @ninzied, @firenati0n, @indestructibleheart, @inexplicablymine, @sherryvalli, @liminalmemories21, @kiwiana-writes, @iboatedhere, @thesleepyskipper, @noahreids, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, @leaves-of-laurelin, @14carrotghoul, @orchidscript, @clottedcreamfudge, @three-drink-amy

#about my fics #about my writing #tag games

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Hi, I have a request for Rhysand from ACOTAR ☺️

I was thinking, its reader's and his wedding night. She can be insecure and it can be also her first time (maybe she is from Hewn city, so she is also shocked Rhys isnt that evil, but its up to you 😁).. And well, they talk, she can find out that they are mates and feel that animalistic urge to have intimacy with him or she already knows it and doesnt know how to tell him, she wants him? Rhys is of course very experienced and maybe can have a innocence kink? 🥺

I would love to read this, but if you dont like this idea or not feel like writing it, I understand 😄

Have a nice day!

Innocent

Rhysand x New Wife!reader

Warnings: smut 18+, innocence kink?, swearing, loss of virginity (lemme know if theres anything else)

Summary: It's your wedding night and you tell Rhysand that this is your first time. He definitely talks you through it.

a/n: unedited, prolly poor smut 🤩also i dont know how weddings work in fae world soooo

"Do you, Rhysand, take Y/N L/N as your wife?" "I do"

"Do you Y/N L/N take Rhysand as your husband?" "I do"

"Stay safe, kids," I hear Cassian yell just as Rhysand winnows us to the Summer Court where we would be having our honeymoon. I laugh as Rhysand rolls his eyes.

"Darling that dress looks absolutely ravishing on you but I think I would prefer it on the floor," Rhysand flashes me one of his signature smirks. I can see why everyone falls at his feet.

He leans down and captures my lips in a kiss that leaves my knees weak. His hand strays to my back pushing me up into him, while my hands get lost in his hair. Rhysand starts guiding us to the bedroom. His hands ghost over my neck and head to the lace tying the corset together.

"Rhys, stop, wait" I cut him breathless, from his kisses.

"Did I do something wrong?" His eyes flare with panic.

"No, no" I reassure him, "It's just I've never done this before,".

"What?"

Gods why are men so oblivious sometimes.

"I'm a virgin, Rhys," I finally blurt out.

"Oh," he says, "I'm your first? It's a pleasure to have that honour, darling,".

My head jolts up and I narrow my gaze. Usually the guy would either get turned off or start touching me without permission. He takes in my shocked expression and I can see the panic settle in, "Unless of course you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this,".

"I want to do this with you, Rhys," I start, "I just don't know how to," my head droops with embarrassment. His hand grabs my jaw, and forces our eyes to meet, "Sweetheart, you don't have to, I'll do all the work, all you have to do is relax and enjoy,".

"Do you want to do this?" he asks, still unsure. His finger running up my exposed skin, all I can focus on how it trails up my arm and upto my collarbone, gently caressing my neck.

"Yes" I breathe out.

"There's too many clothes between us," Rhys says as I claw at his shirt. My hands grab his collar and drag him down and kiss him hard on the lips. He's caught by surprise as his hands go to the tied up corset, and he unties it with ease.

The wedding dress pools around my feet. He breaks the kiss and his eyes rake over my body. Instinctively, I go to cover up my body.

"Never hide from me, you're beautiful," he unwraps my hands from my chest. Blushing under his gaze, I rip off his shirt kneel down in front of him and pull out his cock. He sucks in a breathe as I gulp at his eyes.

My mouth wraps around the head of his cock, taking him down my throat. I gag as he hits the back of my throat. Tears spill out, I bob my head up and down as I look up at him through my lashes. He lets out a loud groan and pulls me up. "As much as I love your mouth, I'd rather cum in your pretty pussy." He mutters out.

Picking me up effortlessly, he places me gently on the bed. "I want you to tell me, immediately, if something is uncomfortable," his eyes search mine for any resistance. I absentmindedly nod my head too interested in his tattoos that over his chest.

"I need words love," He chuckles. "Yes," I gasp out as he rips my panties off and the cold air hits it.

Rhysand's eyes darken with desire as he lowers himself between my legs, his lips parting to taste my cunt. The roughness of his voice laced with pleasure, he groans.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet, love," he rasps, his voice filled with raw desire. His tongue delves deep, exploring every inch of my wetness, savoring the taste.

His skilled mouth and relentless rhythm bring me closer and closer to the edge, his focus solely on pleasuring me. Rhys' hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me with a hunger that matches my own.

He continues his oral assault, alternating between gentle licks and hungry sucks, his actions designed to push me to the brink of ecstasy. Rhysand revels in the way my body trembles beneath him, my moans of pleasure spurring him on.

"You're so fucking delicious," he growls, his voice husky and filled with need. "I could taste you for eternity."

"I'm gonna-"

Rhys growls in response to my unspoken words, his focus intensifying as he brings me closer to the edge. His hands tighten their grip on my thighs, his tongue working tirelessly to push me over that precipice of pleasure.

"That's it, love," he encourages, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and satisfaction. "Let go for me. Come undone."

He continues to devour me with his mouth, his movements becoming more fervent and focused. Rhysand's own desire grows with every moan and whimper that escapes my lips, his own need for release building in tandem with mine.

As my climax washes over me, Rhys' lips never leave my sensitive pussy, his tongue lapping up my release with a hunger that matches my own. He savors the taste of my pleasure, prolonging the moment before finally easing his ministrations.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice rough and filled with satisfaction. "You did so well for me."

"Fuck, I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else," he groans out.

"There won't be anyone else," I say lazily smiling, still dazed from my first orgasm.

"Rhys it's not gonna fit," I finally register his size. "We'll make it fit, sweetheart,".

Rhysand's eyes lock with mine as he positions himself between my legs, his desire evident in the intensity of his gaze. He reaches down, guiding his throbbing length towards my entrance, his voice deep and filled with a mixture of anticipation and dominance.

"You ready for me, love?" he asks, his voice low and rough with desire. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I want you," I breathe out

He teases my entrance with the tip of his cock, relishing in the way my body tenses in response. With a forceful thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, a guttural groan escaping his lips. I gasp as I feel all of him in me.

"Fuckin' hell," he grunts, his voice strained with pleasure. "You feel so tight, so perfect around me. You were made for me, love."

"Please move," I moan out.

Rhys sets a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against mine with a powerful, relentless motion. Each thrust is driven by a raw, primal need to claim me completely, to mark me as his own.

"You take me so well," he growls, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness. "You were made to take my cock, to be fucked by me."

His hands grip my hips tightly, his movements becoming more urgent and forceful. He pounds into me with a relentless intensity, his primal instincts taking over as he dominates you completely.

"You're mine," he declares, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "No one else will ever have you like this. You belong to me."

As the pleasure builds to an overwhelming crescendo, Rhysand's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He rides the edge of his own release, determined to bring me to the brink first once again.

"Come for me, love," he commands, his voice filled with a mix of authority and desire. "I want to feel you come apart around me. Give in to me."

With one final powerful thrust, Rhys loses himself in the intensity of my release, his body trembling with pleasure as he spills himself deep inside me. He collapses onto the bed, his chest heaving with exertion, still connected to me.

"That was amazing," I breathe out as I lay on his bare chest.

"We should do that again sometime,"

a/n sorry that took so long to answer 😭hope you like it

#rhysand #rhysand x reader #rhysand acotar #rhysand imagine #acotar #acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies #a court of silver flames #acotar series #a court of fey and flowers #a court of wings and ruin #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #rhysand smut #rhysand x reader smut #rhysand x reader fluff #fluff #sarah j maas

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