#i'm losing more and more control with these omg

[nekoboydreams]

Hello (\*´▽｀)ノノ!! I've recently become obsessed with the yandere game you created! It's ignited such an uncontrollable desire in me—I can barely hold myself back! I'm absolutely dying to write a fanfiction based on *The Freak Circus*. But before that, I wanted to ask for your permission, because I truly don't want to offend or trouble you in any way...If it's okay, may I ask you a few questions?

① If Pierrot were to be voiced in the future, what do you think his voice would sound like? And what kind of tone and voice would best suit Harlequin, considering his character? Knowing this would be a huge help to my writing.

�� Also, the circus food! Does it have mind-controlling, thought-distorting properties? Could it possibly amplify the eater's deepest desires, growing more intense over time until those poor souls completely lose their self-awareness—becoming obsessed with the circus and the clowns who perform for them? I also suspect the female assistant who was killed by one of Pierrot’s thrown knives might be one of the captured victims. She’s probably really dead. And what if she was actually one of the player’s missing colleagues? That would mean all those missing women in the town might be connected... OMG 🙀🙀🙀

③ Suppose the player has a strong self-destructive tendency and often keeps to themselves outside of necessary social situations. How would Pierrot react to this? Would he feel worried—or secretly delighted? And if one day the player collapses to the ground, quietly crying while clinging to Pierrot's clothes and begging him to kill them, what would he do? Especially if they said things like, “Only dying by your hand could bring me peace,” or “My darling, my savior, please kill me and eat me, so you’ll never leave me and I can finally rest.” Would Pierrot be moved?This is my first time asking, and I couldn’t help but say so much…!! I really hope I didn’t bother you 😔🤗🥰

Wow, I’m really glad to hear all this! And I’m impressed by the length of your questions, haha! Feel free to write as much as you want I’d love to see it! Now, about your questions:

About the voices: A lot of people ask me this, but since I’m not a native English speaker, I don’t have a huge repertoire of voices for them. What I can try to explain is that Pierrot would have a calm voice when talking to the MC, maybe slightly hoarse from being silent so much. When he makes those kind of disturbing statements to the MC, I imagine his voice thickens a bit. As for Harlequin, he has a sarcastic, somewhat mocking tone. His voice probably wouldn’t be that deep, although his laugh carries a dark, deep tone. Does that make sense to you? If I find voices that fit them in some content, I could do a post about it, since it’s a question that keeps coming up, haha.

About the food: You have some interesting theories. On Day 2, you’ll see Pierrot talk a bit about it. So what I can say for now is that the food can put you into a euphoric state. It gets hard for whoever eats it to think clearlythings get confusing, and you might start misinterpreting stuff. The MC feels their heart racing and isn’t sure if it’s because they likes Pierrot, for example.

Self-destructive tendencies: That opens up a lot of possible reactions for Pierrot! If he sees the MC isolating themself but they’re okay with it, then to him there’s no problem there. But if the MC isolates themself and seems to be suffering from things like that, he’d get worried and try to help, but in his own way. He’s not very social either, so his way of helping wouldn’t be very conventional. Now, about the MC asking to be devoured, that’s a complicated threshold. Pierrot isn’t the type of yandere to hurt the MC intensely, but there could be a scenario where he’d fulfill that request. It’s something very specific, so let’s just say it’s not something I can to detail right now heh.

[auguryofjellyfish]

This is the main blog of @misha-v and I just wanted to say that I really love the long commentary tags you leave on art reblogs complimenting all the little details, it means so much to me when ppl notice and appreciate those and take the time to point those out and explain why they like them, you especially. It makes me feel rlly good inside and it kind of keeps me going because I know for a fact that you love it to the point where you're willing to dedicate your time to leaving those long tags ^^

So thank you, thank you so much ^-^

hi!! thank you for taking the time to write such a long and kind message! i'm always blown away when people tell me they appreciate my tags, like fr, wow?? i'm so so happy to hear how they make you feel <3 the tetro community artists create a lot of things that i find pleasant, thought-provoking, impactful, or things that evoke feelings in general, which makes the words come to me more easily. i always like it when i find i have a lot of things to say about a piece of art! i'm glad that my words can brighten people's day too.

speaking of yapping, i hope you don't mind cuz i wanna do that right now :3c I LOVE YOUR ART!!! you have mastery over using shapes, the general "blockiness" of your style reminds me of those early 2000s cartoon network shows, which is nice to see because these artstyles aren't that popular nowadays. so that, + the smoothness and thickness of your line art makes your character artwork look really defined and sharp.

and your colour choices... i have no idea how you do it, but they're just sublime. like in your DRDT designs, for example, the cream + gentle red of okazaki's suit, the greenish black of hiroaki's, the vibrant orange of isono's hair contrasted with the bluish green, the beautiful purples, pink and white of tamba's outfit... bruh. this stuff almost brings me to tears. it's breathtaking how beautiful these colours are, and how well they go with each other. they make my brain go brrrr.... not to mention the designs themselves are fire too RAAHHH!!! lies down... i just think it's neat.

also i need, neeed to talk about your chap 3 au. it's so meaningful to me. i've seen people kill off wada as a victim in their AUs A LOT, it's like a staple at this point. usually, it's him taking someone else's place or just to have him die in general ig, and i don't find that very compelling. like, oh wow, victim wada?? definitely haven't seen that before lol. but in your au, he dies, but it was because he decided to strike back against his abuser, and i find that so beautiful.

disclaimer, ik okazaki is also a teenager and i'm not celebrating her death etc. but the fact still stands that wada is a victim, hers and in general, and you had him take back some of his power for the first time in his life. not only that, he also inadvertently saved a person he loved from being executed (whether it was a good thing for her is another matter). the killing game itself makes the participants inherently powerless, but he acted with as much agency as you can while being inside it.

i LOVE this wada. this is such a wonderful take on his character, a version of him that's a bit to the left, that values himself and his own dignity a bit more than in canon. and maybe one that holds onto bitterness/anger more, as well. but it STILL MAKES SENSE!! it doesn't feel OOC! this au just took the him that stabbed okazaki as self defense and turned that into more active and retaliatory force.

also, strangling a mf to death with HDMI cables is just iconic. pure king shit. anyway... i'm very glad that canon wada's survived this long, and i love him for who he is, but if he had to die, it wouldn't be so bad if it had gone something like this. thank you for creating such an awesome AU.

[logicpng]

so, i have some thoughts. i feel like the game doesn't explore doey much, so i'm gonna take that as an opportunity to stretch him a lil.

in short, i see him as neither one whole nor 3 kids in a trench coat, but something in the middle of the two: a grown up who never really got to experience a proper childhood, the 3 originals in a blend with each other.

the time between creation and game events likely is enough for them to learn how to cooperate (up until. yknow). collectively or individually though, goddamn they need therapy

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1st image:

point at head with teeth peeking: teeth may show more subtly, particularly when mischevious

point at hat: hat always at an angle

point at hand: stubby hands omg <3

point at neck: neck constantly bent in some fashion

Generally friendly and curious, may be more closed off and bitter if kevin is more dominant.

Collectively an adult due to passage of time and gaining experience, but still retains some more childish traits due to isolation from outside world and trauma, both collective and individual (holy shit do they need therapy).

Parts operate more or less seamlessly, but depending on situation some may show more or less of their traits.

When stressed, cooperation between parts may break down.

2nd image:

Kevin

present strongest when angry, most of anger processing goes through him.

not actually angry/cranky all of the time though, just a bit more gruff/edgy compared to the other two. tends to show teeth when talking.

over the years learned to control his rage better, can redirect it into being a bit of a troll w/ the others

understandably, safe haven's destruction made him revert and lose all restraint, resulting in lashing out, mixed with extreme emotions from others.

Jack

loved doey strongest before conversion (rip), as such expressions tend to default to his

learned to cope with constantly fighting for survival by cracking jokes and being more optimistic

present strongest when happy, may speak more childishly when in distress or comfortable

reverts into reliving trauma of death and family loss with safe haven's destruction

Matt

present strongest when focused on the leader role, strikes a balance between kevin and jack

through time learned to focus more on necessary action rather than allowing to succumb to past guilt

definitely still very stressed out from responsibility, especially after poppy leaving, learned not to show it through cooperation with kevin and jack

safe haven's destruction just plunges him straight into a guilt spiral

Note pointing at bottom notes for each: safe haven's destruction is a massively traumatic event for them, resulting in the three regressing into child selves from distress, mixed in with emotions from individual traumatic memories

[tbaluver]

hiii!! i've been reading your works for a while and im IN LOVE with your writing <33 thank you for all the effort you put into your content! may i ask what are your HCs for the LIs with a very short partner?? i'm 4'11'' and i have a real hard time imagining how they would deal with an astronomical height difference (they are all giraffes omg😭) thank you again for everything you do for us! feel free to refuse if you're uncomfortable with the request, i hope you have a wonderful day and please don't forget to take care of yourself 💕

When You're Short- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader, Caleb x Reader genre/ tags: fluff fluff + silly a/n: hihi anonnie ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ PLS YOURE SO SWEET thank you so much my sweet angel and thank you for recognizing the effort i put into my writing MWAH MWAH (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ i hope i did this justice bc im around..5'4 ? so im short as well when i compare my height with them (╭ರ_•́) i hope you're having an amazing day anonnie and dont forget to take care of yourself as well ! MWAHH enjoy reading !(ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

Oh you’re so adorable to him. He knows what you're capable of but he can't help but feel even more protective around you.

You’re like a fun size plushie that he can just cuddle with all day and night. He loves holding you in his arms because you just fit perfectly. If he could, he would shrink you just so he can keep you in his little pocket and have you travel around with him all day. Sometimes he'll use you as a pillow to rest his chin on your head while the two of you take a nap together.

He loves to rest his head on your lap whenever you’re sitting up, just so he can look up and admire your pretty face.

Whenever you two play video games or watch movies together, he loves pulling you into his lap, his chin resting gently on top of your head as his arms wrap around you

If you want to kiss him, you’ll have to tug on his clothing to give him a hint and usually he’ll lower himself for the kiss but sometimes he teases you, pretending not to understand your intentions. “Hm? What is it? Do you need anything?” He asks, feigning innocence as he watches you pout. Although knowing him, he can’t resist any longer. He leans down pressing a soft kiss to your lips as if he didn’t already know what exactly what you wanted

Whenever you two are out, Xavier always keeps his arm slinging around your waist, pulling you close. He’ll hold your hand firmly whenever you’re walking together, making sure you’re never swept away by the crowd.

Zayne:

Whether or not you two live together, he’ll make sure to install mirrors at your height and place your favorite snacks, utensils, and anything you might need on lower shelves or in drawers so you don’t have to bother getting a chair to reach things when he’s not around.

A small smile curls up on his lips when you compare your hands with his, admiring how big the difference was. He also melts every time your smaller arms wrap around him, your face buried in his chest as you fall asleep beside him. He likes knowing that you feel safe around him.

Whenever you two are out together, he’ll purposely slow his pace to match yours due to his long strides that make him walk faster.

Zayne is always aware of the space around you, keeping an eye for anything above you so nothing comes close to hitting your head.

Except a LOT of forehead kisses. He'll also dip his head down a lot just to kiss you. He also doesn’t mind leaning down to kiss you softly on the lips so you don’t have to strain yourself just to reach him. Whenever it was those deep, passionate kisses where his hands cradle your face, he can't help but smile at how small your head feels in his palm and how it fits so perfectly.

He also loves the way his clothing drapes off your body..which is why he can't let you wear his clothes often because he's worried he might lose control again

Rafayel:

Rafayel absolutely loves the height difference between you two. He’s tall and while some people are close to his height except you, you were so small compared to him.

Whenever you two take photos together, he leans down a little or bends his knees, even if you were wearing heels. He instinctively does it to make sure the height difference in the picture feels more balanced

Rafayel has a collection of really beautiful candid photos of you but also some of the most unflattering shots you can think of. He loves to capture moments from his height, taking photos of his camera looking down at you just to show how tall he is compared to you. It became your photo contact for a while.

You can already expect a lot of teasing from him. Whenever you attempt to kiss him, it only boosts his ego. He lets you make a few attempts, grinning smugly, “You reallllyy wanna kiss me that bad huh cutie?” With a playful smile, he’ll lean down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Expect a lot of beach trips where you’ll use his towering height to shield yourself from the sun for the perfect cover. But don’t think you can get away without paying him back in kisses since he’ll be spending a lot of time with you tucked away behind him.

Whenever you two cuddle, he always gets to be the big spoon and relishes how his arms completely engulf you and loves it whenever you snuggle further into his arms. However anytime you ever want to try to be the big spoon, he’ll tease you, playfully whining about how he’s so cold.

Sylus:

Just like Zayne, he’ll install mirrors around the house so you can always catch a full view of your pretty face and body whenever you need too. But sometimes, he’ll purposely leave things on higher shelves, just so you can call him for help. Instead of him easily handing it to you, he’ll lift you up instead just because he wants to hold you.

He LOVES it when he finds you wearing his clothes. His shirts fit you like a dress sometimes and he purposely leaves the most comfiest ones out for you to wear. You’re practically drowning in his scent and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sylus thinks it’s absolutely adorable and amusing whenever you try to kiss him, standing on your tippy toes and barely reaching his chin. So he’ll lower himself to you, gently guiding your chin to meet his gaze before pressing his soft lips to yours. If there was a chair nearby, he'd sit down, pulling you into his lap before gently pressing his lips to yours. Whenever you're a step ahead of him on the stairs, you're at the perfect height to turn around and surprise kiss him!

He loves to hold hands with you even though his large hands basically consume yours. The size difference never fails to amuse him and finds one of these physical traits of yours to be truly adorable

Whenever you're out together, he'll always have his hand resting on your lower back or he'll offer his arm for you to cling to or his hand for you to hold. He wants to make sure you're always close by his side.

Caleb:

expect teasing. A LOT of it. It makes sense why he calls you pipsqueak as your nickname.

Sometimes he’ll snatch things from you and hold it above his head just so he can get a kiss from you and watch you jump for it. “Aw what’s wrong? Can’t reach it pipsqueak? Maybe if you’d eaten your veggies when we were younger, you’d be tall enough by now.” He absolutely loves watching you get all flustered about it and he’ll laugh and comment on how cute you are.

Constant jokes of, “What was that pipsqueak? Couldn’t hear ya from down there.” With a teasing grin, he’ll lower himself just enough to meet your eyes, “There, now what were you saying?” His smirk would only deepen more if you got flustered, his warm breath brushing your skin.

Sometimes he’ll even rest his arm on top of your head just to tease you and just because it’s absolutely funny to see your reaction and besides..he misses you and the closeness you two once had.

However he knows when to you don’t want him to comment on your height and he can tell whenever the joke goes too far and knows when to stop

Caleb will NOT tolerate anyone calling you short, especially if it’s from a stranger. Whether it’s meant as a joke or even worse, a rude comment, they’d better sleep with one eye open. No one is getting away with disrespecting you

Have you ever found one of his weak spots? It’s whenever you look up at him with those pretty eyes, no puppy pouts face or anything, he’ll melt on the spot right there. Whatever you ask for, you can have it.

Occasionally he’ll ask if you can hop on his back whenever he’s going out for a run or whenever he does push-ups as if you were his personal weight to make his workouts a little more fun

[urrmomzfavorite]

PAC: HOW POSSESSIVE/JEALOUS IS YOUR PERSON?

PILE ONE

This person is really sure of themselves, attractive, and knows how to contain themselves. But when it comes to you? Baby, this is another person. I'm hearing about a situation happening on your honeymoon? They do not play.I see them being really protective of you. They feel like you trust strangers too easily and offer a helping hand without thinking. This sense of community is honorable, but it tends to burn *you*, Pile One, and your person notices this. They want you to put a lot of your responsibilities on them—take the weight off your shoulders. (They have nice shoulders, btw.)

They have a good nose for smelling bullshit. This person could work in finance or have well-placed investments? Bro, I don’t know anything about this type of stuff. Guys, also, this is your FS. You could be different ethnicities, countries, cultures. You’ll spend your honeymoon in their country; they have a home there. They get mad when someone tries to sell you something overpriced 😂 They like to stand by your side. Not gonna lie, you’re arm candy—you have this glow that draws people in. They feel proud standing next to you. They *love* when people say you’re a beautiful couple. They’re tall; I’ve been getting huge vibes of a tall man obsessed with hiking in my readings lately. They love staying active—and hey, it never hurts to have good stamina 👀

They’re thirsty for you. This person wants to show you how strong they are. Some of you wonder about them lifting and pinning you against the wall. It’s more than possible 😏

So Pile One: They aren’t jealous or possessive, but you’re really important to them. They don’t want your kindness taken advantage of.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

PILE TWO

**YESSSS**. Just thinking about it makes them sick. This is the type of person who gets low-key mad when you talk about your kindergarten crush. They’re competitive—they need to be the *only* one in your eyes. And they’ll make sure they are, crushing the competition to pieces.

Pile Two, you’re a rare commodity, and they know it. This person is obsessed with you. I know you like it, but listen: You’ll get annoyed by this energy eventually. They’re controlling. Might tell you not to wear certain outfits. This person gets insecure…

The way they see it? They wouldn’t hesitate a second to steal you if you were someone else’s. That’s why they’re paranoid—they know for some people, “I have a bf/gf” means *nyet*. So they need to make sure you’re all theirs. They’d rather spend time alone with you just to guarantee your full attention. You make them feel so mellow.

Pile Two, I’m gonna be honest: Obsession can be flattering, but there’s a healthy limit. When insecurity infringes on your freedom, speak up. They can either step up and change their behavior, or someone else will happily do it.

If this gets too much, talk to them. They love you enough to work on this—it’s a win-win. A relationship needs both people to feel secure. But yes, they’re obsessive, jealous, and controlling. Still, they don’t have ill intentions. The only alarming thing is how far they’ll go to keep your heart theirs.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

PILE THREE

This person wants me to preface by saying they’re logical and understand the stakes… *but* (there’s always a *but*):

IT’S FUCKING DISRESPECTFUL WHEN THEY’RE RIGHT THERE!

They’ll mean-mug, tell them to fuck off, scare off, or fight anyone disrespecting you, them, or your relationship. They’ll start *all* the wars for you, Pile Three. They aren’t scared of a challenge.

If they can handle you, they can handle anything 😅

This person does boxing or martial arts—they can actually fight. They’ve got Aries energy; they’ll keep you up all night.

OMG, after losing their shit at whoever talked to you that day, it’s *your* turn, Pile Three. Your turn to be reminded who you belong to (and where—which is on their… *yup!*). They can’t wait for an intimate moment to hear you moan their name, tell them you’re theirs, and get wet/hard under their touch. Then, and only then, the rage they couldn’t release by punching the latest guy fades. When they’re on top of you, and you’re begging to feel them inside, there’s one thing they need first: **hearing that you’re theirs**.

✨💖 Heyyy cuties! 💖✨ Don’t be shy, take a little peek at my other posts—you know you wanna!

[moonyysgirl]

reader asking soft!remus (isn't even a DOM mostly) to go rough with her when the full moon nears but he's like 'nooo baby i could never use you like that or degrade you' but she's BEGGING him to let go and then bam four hours later she's almost regretting her decisions. almost.

and then he's back to soft cutipie remus

omg waittt this is so good! thanks sm for the request, hope you like it😘😘 pairings: remus x fem!reader cw; smut, rough!dom remus, slight degradation kink, overstimulation

Knee socks - Remus x Reader

Remus was sweet, so sweet. And most of the time you really loved it. His sweetness was the thing that made you fall for him in the first place after all, and you wouldn't trade it for nothing in the world...but.

But sometimes, especially when the full moon was near, you could feel that there was a different force in him. While he usually never took control during sex, during those times he would get more dominant and rough.

But he'd restrain himself, and even if you wanted him to go rougher on you, and you could sense that he wanted that, he would stop himself. You tried telling him to get faster, rougher. But he just couldn't bring himself to. He'd caress your cheek with his trembling hand "I don't want to hurt you baby, I'll go slower" he would mumble in your ear.

And while that made you melt, that made you also sigh in frustration, because you liked that more dominant side of Remus, and you wanted him to embrace it sometimes, just so you could explore it more. You tried to tell him that.

A couple of days after the last full moon, you told him that you could tell he was being tense during sex the last time. "You know you can go rougher if you feel like it" you suggested "you can take control, if you want...I'd like that" you whispered.

Remus immediately blushed, he shook his head. "Baby...come on" he teased, half jokingly "you know I could never" you sighed "I'm not saying you should do something that makes you uncomfortable..it's just-be yourself okay?" Remus smiled condescendingly "baby, don't worry...I could never hurt you" you smiled back, he really was clueless.

As the next full moon was approaching, you decided to take the matter into your own hands. If Remus didn't want to let go, you would make him. You made sure that it had passed some time since the last time you had sex: you waited as much as possible, to make the sexual tension between the two of you grow.

You went to his dorm while he was in the library, after making sure that Sirius and James would be at quidditch practice for the whole afternoon. You wore the last year's uniform, the one that got a little too tight, too much for school 's dress code, but just enough to hug your figure in all the right places.

The skirt was short, shorter than it should have, and you had your knee socks, the one that you knew -even without him saying so- made Remus lose his mind. He would always fidget with the hem of those damn socks, and when you wore them he always found some excuses to get his hands on your thighs.

So you sat on his unmade bed, waiting for him. You knew he'd finish tutoring at half past three. You looked at the watch, he'd be there in ten minutes max. You started going through some homework while you waited, and when you heard him climb up the stairs you smiled, your heart beat increasing.

Remus stumbled inside. He jumped, immediately noticing you, "Baby...you scared the shit out of me" he smiled. He looked so damn hot. His shaggy hair were messily covering his forehead. His shirt was unbottoned, the sleeves rolled on his elbows, his tie hanging loosely from the collar.

He took the schoolbag off from his shoulder. "What a beautiful surprise" he smiled untying his tie, throwing the school bag on the floor. You giggled, as he took off his shoes and got on the bed, crawling next to you.

"Is it my birthday or something?" he said, kissing you, caressing your thighs, "no, it's just that I know you've been feeling kinda tense lately...for the full moon and everything, you know.." Remus snickered "right..." you smiled maliciously "so I just thought we could do something to take the edge off"

Remus blushed, but he was smiling "mhhh...I see...and what did you had in mind?" you laughed, your hands caressing his back "I don't know...I just think, that maybe, it'll be good to unwind for you" he kissed you "that's a good idea"

You grinned getting on top of him "Rem" you whispered to his ear "I want you to let go this time" you felt his body tense up under yours, his fingers pressing on your waist, his breath hitching "just do whatever you want to me" you whispered, your core getting warmer, your face getting flushed.

"Are you sure?" Remus whispered on your mouth, you closed your eyes, and nodded "baby I don't want to hurt you" he repeated, his hands caressing you "Rem, I promise you, just go rough on me, please" you felt his breath stop for a second. His grip on your waist got immediately tighter as he took you by it and switched positions with you. Your breath hitched for the force of his grip.

You looked at him, he was grinning, his pupils blown up, making his hazel eyes look dark. "You have no idea of what you just got yourself into do you?" he said softly, his fingers trailing down your thighs. You bit your lip, excited, shaking in anticipation, slightly scared.

Before you could do anything Remus was unbuttoning your shirt with rushed fingers, tugging your skirt down. He sat up to admire your half naked figure, you blushed as his dark eyes wandered on you. You tried to take your socks off but Remus stopped you "these stays on" he grinned before crashing his lips onto yours.

He kissed you sloppily, roughly, while his skilled hands unclasped your bra and pulled it off. He kissed your neck, sucking the soft skin, trailing kisses down the column of your throat, your shoulders, your tits. He sucked them, making you whine in pleasure. He sat up again, looking at you.

"Look at you" he caressed your cheek "already so desperate for me" you blushed, covering your face, surprised by Remus' words, flustered. "Don't act like you don't like when I talk dirty to you" he continued, stroking your inner thigh "I know you baby" he said "I know you're a dirty little slut" you whimpered.

Remus forced your squirming legs open with his big hands. He moved your panties to the side, and unexpectedly shoved two finger inside of you, without warning, the pain was stingy, but it felt so good. You moaned loudly "oh baby, you're soaked" he cooed, he started pumping his fingers in and out of you "so tight" he mumbled, making you squirm.

"Don't you dare close those legs" he said, his tone suddenly authoritarian, making your guts fill with butterflies. He started to pick up his pace, going faster and faster, soft whimpers and moans started falling from your lips "you're such a desperate little slut" you moaned loudly "you like it huh? when I call you slut?" his fingers were rough, pumping through your wet folds "cause you know you are".

As he got impossibly faster, you started feeling your climax approach. You bucked your hips into Remus' fingers "what is it?" Remus reached for your chin with his hand, caressing your lower lip "are you gonna cum already, slut?" he said softly, his thumb pressed on your lower lip "open up for me baby", you whined, your mouth opening, sucking his thumb.

"Is that it? Cumming already?" you nodded desperately, your thighs squirming together "look at you, all desperate for me" the knot in your stomach started to tighten "a desperate little mess" he mumbled, his eyes wandering on you, his thumb pressing on your tongue.

Remus sighed "alright, cum for me, come on" you shivered, squirming again. Remus forced your legs open with his knee, pressing it on your thigh. You moaned obscenely "come on, come on, come on" Remus encouraged you, and as his thumb went to circle your clit that knot finally snapped, and a wave of pleasure washed over you, making your scream, your eyes rolled back.

"Oh baby, you're so hot" he cooed "throwing that head off, shaking for me" you whimpered, shaking slightly as you slowly came down from your high. You were still lightheaded and your legs were shaking. Remus tugged your panties dow , taking them off "these are soaked" he scoffed. You breathed heavily, your heart was pounding in your chest.

Remus sat on his knees again, and watched you shiver on the mattress, your naked body exposed, your socks the only thing remaining on you. Remus started caressing you, your stomach, your waist, your thighs and your arms. You looked at him, his gaze was soft. You reached for his hair, brushing them lightly.

Remus sighed, his lips curved into a grin "okay baby, open those legs for me" you looked at him confused, your legs still twitching from the orgasm "what?" Remus bit his lips, then he took his shirt off, and tugged his pants and boxer down, his hard dick springing out, swollen and red.

You watched him tower over you in a mixture of fear and excitement. Remus caressed your thighs slowly, then he gripped them with his hands, forcing them open. Your breath hitched, Remus ran his dick through your slick folds, collecting your arousal, making you twitch. "So sensitive still" he aligned his tip with your entrance. You whimpered when he got inside, his length filled you completely, making your knees weak.

He started slowly, your heart was pounding in your chest, your core was getting impossibly warmer, as he started to increase his pace, you couldn't help but moan loudly "you like that slut?" you whined, your hands covering your flustered face. Remus grabbed your wrists forcefully, restraining them over your head, making you unable to move.

"Don't you dare hide from me" a strangled moan fell from your lips, Remus grinned "look at you, breaking under me" he got faster and faster, as your legs started shaking in overstimulation "oh god" you whined. Remus scoffed "what, are you gonna cum again? already?" he teased, rolling his eyes condescendingly. You nodded "oh baby, you really are a desperate slut then"

You squirmed at his words "and you like being degraded" he grinned, his hand leaving your wrist to grab your tits, pinching your nipple, you whimpered, squirming again "you like that huh?" you bit your lip, he pinched it harder, you hissed "you're such a pain slut" you moaned, Remus' lips curved into a cocky grin.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he grabbed your thighs, pushing them to the sides of your body, your knees almost touching your ears, he kept pumping in and out of you viciously, you nodded "say please" he said, you looked at him half smiling, but he didn't look like he was joking.

He looked at you with lust-filled eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead in sweaty strands, you tried reaching for his hair, but he grabbed your wrist "nuh uh, you have to beg" you bit your lips, your cheeks were flushed, your heart was beating in your ears. "Come on, beg or I'm not making you cum" your breath hitched.

You sighed "p-please" you said, your voice slightly shaking "I can't hear you" "please" you repeated, "is that all you got? You don't really want to cum then" he said, his hand reaching down to your clit. As he started circling it sloppily, jolts of pleasure sent electricity down your spine.

You moaned again "I'm not making you cum if you don't beg" your head was spinning, and you didn't think you could resist any longer, so you just put the embarrassment aside and gave in "please, Rem, please let me cum" you cried, Remus scoffed "look at you, so desperate, all you care about is coming, all you care about is making a mess" "please, please Rem please" you whined, as tears started spilling from your eyes.

"Oh baby, are you gonna cry?" he cooed "you're pathetic" you whimpered, your lower lip was quivering, Remus sighed "you really are a pathetic mess" you couldn't resist anymore "Rem please!" you whined again, loudly, desperate. Remus rolled his eyes "alright, cum for me slut".

Those words were enough to send you over the edge. You came with a strangled moan, as a white wave of pleasure took over you. Your body was shaking uncontrollably, as Remus kept you in place, pumping in and out slowly, helping you come down from your high.

Your ears were ringing when you reopened your eyes. Remus was looking at you biting his lip, his eyes dark, dangerous, your heart skipped a beat, he looked almost menacing. You were trying to regulate your breath when Remus finally come out of you. He caressed your cheek, as his smile slowly shifted to a wolfish grin. He trailed his hands down your waist, then his grip tightened around it. "It's my turn now" he groaned, before flipping you on your stomach. Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat, as Remus took you by the hips.

"Ass up for me" you were still shaken for the last orgasm, and you didn't know if you could handle another one "but Rem-" you tried to say "shut the fuck up" he interrupted you abruptly. He pressed his hand on your back, making you arch. "Be a good girl for me" he mumbled, aligning his cock with your entrance again.

He slide in with a loud groan, you whimpered, his length filling you up. "Oh god" you whined. Before you could even adjust, Remus was already pounding into you mercilessly. "Rem-oh my god" "I told you to shut the fuck up" he groaned again, pushing your head to the mattress with a hand.

He grabbed your wrist with the other, bending your arms behind your back, restraining you completely. "You're a desperate slut" he groaned, while pumping his dick in and out of you at a mind numbing pace. "You wanted to be treated like one? Here you go then" he said, groaning and whining.

You could hear the sound of his hips snapping into you again and again, without ever slowing down, without ever stopping. At that point you were a babbling mess, unable to form any coherent thoughts. "Say it" he groaned, tugging your hair.

He grabbed you by them, pulling you to his body. Your threw your head back, falling on his shoulder, your eyes were rolling in your skull, as he kept pounding into you. "Say you are my slut" "I'm your slut" you mumbled, barely able to form words. "Oh you're such a sloppy mess" he spewed, grabbing your face.

"I fucked you dumb huh?" he cooed, squeezing your cheeks together. You moaned, as drool started dripping from the sides of your mouth. "Jesus christ, look at that" he scoffed "I never saw such a desperate dirty little slut before" you whined.

Remus hand found your clit again, and when he started rubbing it you felt your mind going completely blank. At that point you were nothing more than a whining mess, blabbering whimpers and moans.

"Who would've thought, that I could fuck you into this desperate mindless little mess" you couldn't even respond anymore, as moans and whines were the only thing leaving your mouth. Remus got impossibly faster, in a way you couldn't even believe was possible.

Your ears were ringing, your body was shaking, as you limped on him, unable to even keep your eyes open. Tears started spilling from your eyes again, and as Remus became inhumanly faster and rougher you started crying in overstimulation, as you felt like your entire body was on fire.

"Rem-ohmygod" you sobbed, your eyes rolling back. "Oh fuck" he groaned, his grip around your wrists got tighter, your elbows were starting to hurt "oh fuck, oh fuck" he repeated. His circles on your clit became sloppy, and as you felt his body tense behind you, you finally let go.

And as he snapped his hips against you one last time, hard, Remus finally let go too, coming with a loud whine, as your mind went blank, and your entire body was washed by a wave of pleasure, your orgasm so intense that you saw stars, almost feeling like fainting.

You both fell on the bed breathless and drenched in sweat. You couldn't move, you felt so weak: your entire body was shaking, and your vision was only then slowly coming back. When you finally came down from the orgasm, you turned to look at Remus. He was a mess too, his hair shaggy and sweaty, his cheeks red, his breath heavy.

He turned to you too. You watched his hazel eyes light up as his lips curved into his sweet smile, that signature smile you knew to well, that smile that made you melt. You immediately felt your chest fill with warmth, as your cheeks blushed.

Remus brought a hand to your cheek, he dried your tears, brushed your hair from your face gently. "Was I too rough?" he asked, suddenly the Remus you knew was back. You couldn't help but smile. "You were perfect" you crashed your lips onto his. Remus laughed "you're the best" he said, his eyes filled with love, while tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You smiled, resting your head on his chest, hugging him tightly. "Oh baby" he mumbled, caressing your shoulder "I love you so much" he said, his tone making your heart flutter. He reached for the crumpled sheets from under him, covering your shaking body gently. He took you in his arms, caressing your messy hair softly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. You fell asleep like this, feeling safe, feeling loved.

And when James and Sirius came back from practice they found you and Remus like that, in the tightest embrace, barely covered by the tangled sheets, drenched in the golden syrupy light of the late afternoon. They shook their heads laughing, elbow-bumping each other. But they didn't have the heart to wake you up, cause you guys looked so beautiful, so happy, and so in love.

[starrydragoness]

Anaxa x Reader - NSFW Headcanons

Contents: 18+, MDNI, general nsfw hcs, written with fem reader in mind but you/yours used

A/n: Omg I'm finally posting after a million years. How are y'all doing💔 here's something for y'all Anaxa fans. Hope you enjoy!

Words:692

-There is not much Anaxa is necessarily into when put on paper; his libido is on the lower end of the scale but that doesn't mean he doesn't have things he fancies more than others

-For him, it can depend on many factors so the answer is not as black and white. But he definitely enjoys things as oral, feeling in control and also to see that you're focused on him - that you want him

-In terms of oral, it doesn't necessarily need to be either one of you giving head to the other. Sometimes, usually during sex Anaxa does like to feel your tongue against his fingers. In that regard we can also call this some odd mouth obsession from him, he does love your lips and your witty tongue the most. It's just natural he'd like to exercise a form of control by holding it down- telling you to lick his fingers clean

-He does prefer to give, although when it comes to receiving oral he'd never turn it down from his beloved. He may need to sigh or cough to stifle his lustful groans but by the end of it he's just as a mess as you are- even more than that. Sucking him off is one sure way to dismantle him completely, it shows him that you really want him and, in a way, that's enough to make him lose it

-He is pretty sensitive down there when he's in the mood, so you're gonna have no trouble overstimulating him, should you wish to do so..👀

-While he does have lower end libido, that doesn't stop him from indulging in things that may stimulate him for the act later in the day. Be it saying provocative words to you while you pass each other down the winding halls of the Grove, subtle enough for anyone else in earshot to not notice the real implications, or by eating foods that can stimulate him from within. (Aphrodisiacs or that new chocolate that sprouted in the market, wink wink)

-He's really not opposed to experimenting either, he just prefers to talk about it in advance as he really doesn't like doing things on a whim, so don't try surprising him - he's gonna go on some tirade or the other and before you know it he has pulled up some improvisation move of its own kind and you're now the one lagging behind on the plan

-Loves simple position, cowgirl preferably as this man prefers seeing you bounce on him, doing the work to show him how much you need him or to show him how much you want to make him feel good. He can stimulate you further from this position, grabbing, pulling, licking, biting, seeing all the pretty face expressions you make

-Riding him in his office chair at home is nothing new or rare

-Anaxa also has a thing for remaining clothed to some extent. This is especially prominent at the start where he's not that eager to take all his clothes off. So expect clothed sex, nice and slow. Later on he does become more comfortable of course, and he wants you to see all of him and that's always reserved for the bedroom specifically, but otherwise there's just something about the comfort of his clothes that he can't let go of

-Doesn't really like risking it by doing the deed where someone might come across the two of you. Mostly changes locations within his home - his home office, the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen counter - he prefers the bedroom and the office, to no one's surprise

-Having mentioned at the start that everything with him can depend on other factors, that nothing is black and white, comes into play now too. Anaxa loves both praise and degradation. A good mix where it makes your body tingle, sometimes you have to question yourself whether what he just said was praise or degradation but you're not given much time to ponder as he turns your thoughts to mush

-He loves to taunt you, husky voice whispering in your ear before he groans as he feels you tighten around his shaft

Ⓒ starrydragoness. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[bloomiize]

1st time with gentleman and bf jay

really gentle sex with him because he's too afraid he's going to break you :( he literally holds himself back for you and priorities your pleasure. he makes sure yn is doing okay even if she's all shy and embarrassed

OMG OMG HE WOULD 100% ALWAYS PUT YOU FIRST!! I'm so sorry for this super late answer I was gonna add a scene like this in "ill be watching" but it just didn't write out how I wanted it to :( BUT... i still have the draft so enjoy!

Jay hovered above you, his dark eyes locked on yours, searching for reassurance. He was holding you like you were made of porcelain, laying you down with care. His muscles were flexed as he gripped the sheets below you. His hands trembled, fingertips grazing your cheek with a hesitance, scared to break you. Jay's jaw clenched, showing all the effort it took to restrain himself, his body practically vibrating with the need to hold back.

“Baby,” he whispered, voice rough with desire, “you’re sure you’re okay? We can stop anytime.” The strain in his voice was obvious, like going slow was physically killing him, but he endured for your sake.

“I’m okay, Jay. Just… nervous.”

Leaning down to kiss your forehead, his breath warm and unsteady. “I want this to be perfect for you. Only you.”

His kisses trailed down your jaw, your neck, each one slow and deliberate, as if grounding himself to keep from losing control. Fingers twitching with the urge to grip harder, but refusing. When he reached the hem of your shirt, he waited, eyes looking into yours. “Can I?”

When you nodded he almost lost it. It was painful for him, this slow pace, but your pleasure was his sole focus.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands finding yours to intertwine your fingers, finding himself lost in the connection. His eyes flickered, pupils blown, betraying how much he was holding back, how much he craved to let go and just take you right then and there.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice low, almost a growl, as he positioned himself above you, pushing in agonizingly slow.

When he finally moved, it was with a gentleness that made your breath catch. Every thrust was careful, slow, his eyes never leaving your face, watching for any sign of discomfort. His own pleasure was secondary—his focus was you, always you.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, eyes squeezing shut. “You feel too good, baby.”

He pulled back slightly, not moving at all. His chest moving rapidly as he fought for control. “I—shit, I need a second,” he confessed, voice raw, his forehead resting against yours. “I don’t wanna… not yet.” His restraint was killing him, his body trembling with the need to keep going, but he wouldn’t—not until he was sure you were taken care of.

He exhaled shakily, kissing you softly. He started moving again, slower than before, even more careful, his fingers sliding down to tease your sensitive bud.

“That’s it,” he murmured, watching your reactions, adjusting his touch to what made you shiver most. “Let me make you feel good.”

Only when you clenched around him did he let himself have his own release, quiet but intense, his body shaking as he buried his face in your neck, whispering your name like a prayer.

[urban-witch101]

Cannot get over this Sif is Out AU omg now I'm thinking of special events that Sif has with individual members as a group.

Mirabelle does the Just Attack event where everyone sees how she's slowly unraveling before it loops back. She never does it again for fear of losing control. Except in Act 5, where her "snap" moment is her pointing her sword at Siffrin and demanding to know what he wished for at the Favor Tree. (Also, could we see Mirabelle attempting the House by herself? Just me?)

Isabeau has Bad Touch of course, where they kiss once under the stars and Sif actually kisses him back and happily accepts his confession, but he's so crushed when he inevitably loops back that he never does it again. After this event, Isa doesn't ask them to go see the stars anymore. Bonus points if Odile catches them and cusses Isabeau out in private for playing God (she's not actually angry at him, she's just extremely worried that he's going to get even more hurt)

I have no idea what Odile's event would be, but I think it would be really interesting if she had the Suspicious event where Siffrin corners her and asks why everyone is acting so strange. They've all told them in past loops, and now they're getting to a point where they don't tell him anymore, but they're all acting weird enough to where Siffrin smells a rat (she's forgotten that they're smarter than everyone takes them for)

Bonnie's could be a version of the Promise event, but I can't see how it would be executed. Maybe they interact with the same stuff and try to act the same way every time until they snap and have a meltdown in front of Sif? And that's how Sif finds out everything for the first time, and kicks off Act 3 maybe? (Siffrin would be fucking devastated to hear the words "I'm stuck in a time loop and I can't watch you die again" from their kid)

Please expand on this, I'd love ideas. Thanks!

[gothicfied]

https://www.tumblr.com/gothicfied/784292304227827712/the-devil-in-your-eyes-wont-deny-the-lies

of course we want a part two omg

I DON'T WANNA GET UNDRESSED FOR A NEW PERSON ALL OVER AGAIN

(read part 1 here)

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Summary: After the awful summer you had because of a certain Jude Bellingham, you were more than hesitant to accept the invite to go to the first El Clasico of the season. You were seeing someone and you honestly didn't have the time to spare for Jude, but you felt like you had to go anyways to get things straight.

Word Count: ~4.9k

Reading Time: ~20 Minutes

Warnings: Slight swearing, Reader is still struggling with her feelings most of the time, Jude is thankfully not an asshole anymore, probably an unsatisfying ending, still hopeful ending, much more fluff than angst, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

Tag(s): @jsprien213

A/N: I'm really having fun with this little series and I'm planning on resolving everything in a third part, don't worry. I wrote this in like a day, so don't mind any spelling mistakes and sorry if something doesn't make sense. I'm personally sorry to Jude for writing him this way lolololol Inspiration was this song👇

Love is an intense feeling of deep affection. It is what builds up the world, creates new life and makes life worth living. Or, in your case, it'll completely destroy your emotions and friendships you didn't think you could lose.

That night where Jude absolutely did not want to leave your side and actually did wait for you outside the guest room until almost 3:00 in the morning was when you were sure you'd never want to see that man ever again. Eventually, though, you did open the door for him, because... well, you felt bad. Jude wasn't even asleep or on his phone and it was clear that he had shed a tear or two. He wasn't an overly emotional man and wouldn't let himself cry, even if it meant it would save his life.

You were kind of ready to talk or at least give him the time to explain himself. But, it all got out of hand really fast: You couldn't controll your emotions either and just started screaming at him about nothing and everything all at once. Jude felt overwhelmed with the amount of information leaving your mouth and wasn't able to process everything to give you a good answer. Everything he said sounded wrong to your ears, which just made you more agitated. It was late, you had been crying and you had gotten no sleep the days before, ergo: You were tired. Tired and not in the right headspace.

Jude wouldn't ever yell at you. He did raise his voice a couple of times, but never got closer to you than three or four meters. His head was pounding and frankly, he did not have a good reason why he'd rather go for someone like Amy and not you, who he treated like his girlfriend basically all his life. Since he'd known you.

You threw him out of the room. And that was that. In the morning, you didn't go downstairs for a while, fearing you'd meet Jude there. The next day you left Spain anyway. He helped you get your luggage downstairs, but wouldn't look you in the eyes. Jude wasn't mad, he was more so disappointed in himself and very ashamed of what he did to you or made you feel.

He didn't go to the airport with you.

He didn't say a proper goodbye.

He didn't call you to check up on you after you landed back in England.

And you wouldn't either.

...

Sunmer's almost over and you felt like you've wasted all your time. Back home, you didn't have the energy to get out of the bed most days. It's not like your parents or your sister cared anyway and your brother wouldn't really understand what was going on. He was only six and to him Jude Bellingham was the best football player on earth. He adored him and was always so excited to see his big sister with his idol, hand in hand and what not. Poor kid, you'd have to tell him some time that things aren't like they were before.

Thankfully, your friends were there to occasionally drag you out of bed. Your best friend Alicia was definitely ready to swing at him if he ever dared to enter the UK again. You thought it was funny how protective she was and she was just glad she got you to smile for the first time in days. At home, you didn't quite know what to do with your time. You opted for finally taking school a bit more seriously and the whole preparing for the new semester did help you clear your head from all that's happened back in Spain.

Jude still wouldn't call you. You wouldn't text him or try to say sorry, because you thought you didn't have anything to be sorry for. Sure, you kind of felt bad for yelling at him and not giving him the chance to speak, but he was still the one who messed up and should contact you to straighten it out. You banished all his football jerseys he gave you to the back of your closet. At first, you just wanted to light them on fire and throw all the gifts he gave you right into it, but Alicia thankfully made you overthink your decision.

"I hate him! Who does he think he is, huh? What the fuck—" This went on and on for a few minutes while you paced around your room. This was just two days after you came back from Jude's and your best friend, who sat on your bed, didn't know how to console you in this situation. She watched in disbelief while you picked out every single on of his shirts, didn't matter if it was a Dortmund or England or Real Madrid kit, and threw it on the ground, swearing up and down you'd tear them into shreds and burn them until they were unrecognizable. "Okay, look," Alicia stopped you, "I get what you're going through. Really. He's an asshole and I know how much it must've hurt but... come on, burning this shit won't solve the problem." You stopped dead in your tracks and slowly turned around to her, looking like you're about to cry again. "What do you mean?" Alicia sighed, "Maybe you guys make up. What then? Do you really wanna explain what happened to all of those." She pointed at the pile of shirts on your floor, to which you sighed this time. "I don't know, girl. Maybe you're right."

Your life felt weird without the most important person in it. Jude was out of the picture and that allowed you to finally peruse other people for once. While the first two weeks felt like torture, where summer dragged itself out without reason and you just wanted to go back to your normal life style again, September felt like a fresh new start.

Alicia had made it her objective to set you up with as many people as possible. Drunken nights out have gotten you nowhere the past few years, because you always wanted to stay loyal to the man who has your heart. Well, who gives a shit now? Definitely not Jude.

And, you thought you were over with that chapter for now, until your phone rang: "Hey, can we talk?" You picked up without looking at the phone screen, so hearing a voice so similar to Jude's made you jump. It was Jobe. "Oh my god, hey! Yes of course we can, how are you?" Jobe was always like a little brother to you and truth be told, you had missed him greatly. "Yeah.. yeah no, I'm doing fine. Are you, though?"

"Uhhh..." You paused for a moment, "Yeah. Yes I'm good. School's been okay, not too many assignments yet. Haven't thought about dropping out yet, I think that's the important part." Jobe chuckled at the other end of line. "You know that's not what I'm really asking you, right?" Oh great. Of course he'd tell his brother. Jude and Jobe were each others best friends and their brotherly bond allowed them to to talk about everything, even the most private stuff. "Ugh, okay. What did he tell you?"

"Not much until now. Just that you two had this huge fight. I knew he was an idiot, but I would've never thought he'd throw you away like that."

"He didn't... throw me away, Jobe. Now that I'm thinking about it, he can't control who he likes. If it's not me then.. well, you know."

"Don't lie to me like that. I can hear you lying."

It sometimes bothered you a lot how Jobe was able to read you like a book. You sighed and nodded, even though he wasn't able to see it. For a few minutes, you told Jude's brother what really bothered you and what actually happened. By the sound of his voice, he would've flown down there and strangled his brother, if he had the chance.

"Mom's been asking for you. But Jude kinda told her all that and she's too afraid she'll step over any boundaries if she called you." You sighed again. It was like family drama back home.. back with your family.

"I'll talk to her, I promise." You knew Denise would want things to be straightened out between Jude and you, but you didn't know if you could ever do that. At least not in the next few months.

"Okay. Thanks. I'll talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you too." And Jobe hung up

Now you were able to sit with your thoughts for a moment. After a few minutes, you decided against calling Denise right away and just focused on getting ready for another night out with Alicia and your uni friends.

...

It's October. The end of October and it was the most perfect time of the year. Halloween was in sight and attending a University in England seemed to be the most aesthetic thing one could do. A few days ago, Denise had called you a second time after Jobe had told you about her conflict.

The topic was — sadly for you — the first El Clasico of the season that was right around the corner. You hadn't been into football these past couple of weeks, but you did notice that Real Madrid had an unusually weak start. Gossip pages on both TikTok and Instagram had already touched on the story around Jude: He wasn't meeting with Amy anymore and you were also not seen in a while. Intern sources claim there was a fight and now you wonder which one of those new friends you made in Madrid gave the intel. You weren't mad.

What gossip pages also talked about was you. You, without being linked to a footballer. For a month or so, you've been hanging out with a new guy — Joseph — a lot. He was nice, caring, fit and you did like him a lot. On the Internet, it's already being speculated if he's your new boyfriend.. as if Jude was your last. Amy, of course, also couldn't keep her dirty little fingers out of the situation and had to post 'cryptic' insta stories seemingly making fun of you. You chose your peace and ignored them. She was pathetic, you knew that now and you wouldn't let yourself be bothered by someone like her.

"I just want you to think about it, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, okay?" Denise voice rang out of your phone while you were slumped over a few books for your mandatory statistics course. She asked you to come down to Spain and be there for the match and well... Jude. More so for her, if she was being really honest, because she had missed you. "I don't know if that's such a good idea." You couldn't just outright say to her that you currently hated her son, right? "I don't know if I wanna see him— Or if he even wants to see me." Denise huffed, but showed herself to be understanding. "Believe me, Jude wants to see you. He doesn't say it directly, but I can tell. A mother can always tell. He's been upset lately because of your new.. who is he?" You froze. "What? You mean Joseph? Oh, he's not my boyfriend if that's what you're asking." Later Denise told you that Jude had no right to be mad at you or Joseph, because of everything he had done with Amy and such. You were grateful that she understood that completely right. Thinking about Jude so often wasn't something you had planned, but emotions kept bubbling up. You missed him. Terribly and you didn't want to admit it. "You know what? Yes, fine, I'll be there."

"Ohhhh my god, why did I agree to this? What is wrong with me?" You were talking to yourself while you packed a small suitcase for the few days you'd be staying in Madrid. Maybe you thought this was an opportunity to patch things up.. but things needed a lot of patching. Were you ready to forgive him yet? No. No, most definitely not.

Alicia also told you it was a bad idea, but you did want to see Denise again, so whatever. If not for her son, then for her. The whole flight over you painted out different scenarios on how this thing would go. Would Jude be happy to see you? Glad even? Or brush it off and still be mad at whatever he thought he had a right to be mad at? How were you supposed to act? Congratulate him if he won? Comfort him if he lost? Celebrate if he scored a goal? Talk to him at all or just be there?

Denise had offered you to stay at their place, but you had politely declined. Not even the devil could make you go back there after the wound was still so fresh. Or maybe you're just exaggerating a lot. You couldn't really tell if you were too paranoid or if you should actually be feeling like this. At least some people were on your side.

"Look, you don't have to worry, you can go." Joseph said in his deep voice, turning the steering wheel left in the direction google maps was telling him to. "Yeah, I just. Man, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I really like you and.. I wanna keep seeing you." He could tell your indecisiveness in your voice. Joseph was, of course, also a huge fan of Jude, if he was being honest. He didn't start going out with you just because you were associated with him, but he didn't mind hearing all the drama first hand. Ultimately, he understood he took on some kind of 'rebound' character, even though he also understood that Jude and you had never been in a relationship. "I like you too," Your date laughed, "But I think, like personally, you should go. Carrying all that weight of unresolved feelings and stuff won't be good for you." He was very mature and you definitely needed someone like that right now. You can't believe you were on your way to a very nice restaurant — a date — and you were still talking about Jude. "I'm sorry that I'm bothering you with all of this." You said after a few minutes of silence. "You're not bothering. I think it's nice that you trust me enough to tell me all of this."

On the other side, Jude, the man himself, was slightly mad at his mom that she even thought about inviting you. And he was mad that you accepted. Truthfully, he wished for nothing more than to see you again, since his feelings for you grew over the months. He kept cursing himself for realizing all of that now and not the years before. At the start of the season, he missed you being there for his first game. He missed seeing you in the crowd, he missed seeing you with his mother, he missed seeing you happy and celebrating when Real won. He missed seeing your absolutely beautiful face. He missed your hugs, your warmth, the smell of your favorite perfume. He missed your voice and talking to you the most.

He realized he wasn't playing his best, regardless of giving his everything on the pitch. It was emotional distress and he brushed it off to his friends and team mates as 'having too much stress'. Jude still woke up everyday excited to play football, but it was still a lot more fun when he knew you were watching — Doesn't matter if that was from home or right there in the stadium.

The feeling he felt deep in his bones had something to do with jealousy, longing and sadness. A mix between every negative thing in his life and he couldn't seem to get rid of it. Jude thought that maybe, if you were there after the El Clasico, it would resolve itself. All he needed is you and for you to forgive him. He also knew that he had to prove himself for it to work.

He hated that he had to prove himself against Barcelona and have you watch him. Judge him. Hate him. At least Jude thought you hated him — Why you accepted to come to his game was a mystery.

While he was busy sorting out his thoughts during the last hour before the game, you've been picked up by Denise, per her request. She gave you a little side hug in the car: "Aww, good to see you, sweetheart!" She exclaimed full with excitement. You actually were excited as well, to see her and be able to watch the game. It's not like you always only attended because of Jude. No, you've become good friends, or at least acquaintances, with most players and slash or their partners. "Good to see you, too. It's been a while, I've missed you."

You gapped about everything in your life, mostly about school and your family. Honestly, you haven't really talked to them in a hot minute since you immediately moved out when you graduated. Mark and Denise were a big help, because your parents wouldn't step up. Sometimes they'd try to call you and most of the times you wouldn't pick up. They had ignored you most of your life, what makes this specific day so special that they'd call? You didn't owe them anything. But, during these times, you wished you had a mom you could actually call and talk about it.

"Look. Jude's been.. down lately. And I know what he did and all that jazz. I just want you to know I'm on your side." Denise whispered to you while you took your seat once you were in the breathtaking stadium the Santiago Bernabéu is. On the big screen you, suprisingly, sae your face. You, who looked up and smiled slightly when noticing the camera on you. You kind of forgot this feeling, but you didn't really miss it.

"I appreciate that." You whispered back to Jude's mom, who started to laugh next to you. "I know what an idiot he can be. Oh, you have no idea how hard his early teenage years were with him."

"I do. I was there." Denise chuckled and nodded. She'd always call you soulmates, two people who couldn't be torn apart. You knew Jude better than anyone, since he'd always run to you with his problems rather than his mom or his dad. Later, Denise would bribe you with sweets or your favorite snack to go tattle on him to her. Of course, you'd never tell her Jude's big secrets or one's that could literally get him grounded for the next ten years, but it was entertaining to watch him get in trouble for small things like a failed test or for missing curfew.

"Different jersey?" You turned your head over your shoulder to check the back, as if you didn't know what kind of jersey you wore. It was blank, didn't have a name on it. "Sorry," You sighed when thinking back at the hassle that was picking out the right one, "didn't think.. I just thought this one was more appropriate."

You knew if fans photgraphed you with this one on, rumors would arise in literal seconds.

"Oh my god! She isn't wearing Jude's jersey!"

"Look, it doesn't say 'Bellingham' on it.."

"They really had a fight!"

Trying to clear your thoughts was hard here, under the eyes of everyone, so you excused yourself to the bathroom for a minute.

...

Well, this really didn't seem like the greatest season for Real Madrid. The game started off okay, with many offside goals and groaning from your side of the stadium. You tried your best not to have your eyes glued to Jude, but rather watch Vini, Kylian, Fede... anyone!

You'd tune out all the cheering and clapping once Barca had scored their third goal of the game. Jude didn't play his best, absolutely not. You wondered why that was, why this specific game? He probably knew you were coming, maybe he was under pressure because of you. Maybe he was scared to mess up in front of you. Maybe—

Wait.

This isn't about you. Is it?

You tried avoiding sounding so selfish and narcissistic in your own head, even though you didn't have to prove it to anyone. No one was there to read your thoughts, why were you so self critical? It probably was because of you. No. Or.. maybe? You definitely wished you were messing with his head right now, as somw kind of revenge. You didn't like losing though... he could've done more!

During Half Time a little before, you had spoken to Joseph over the phone:

"Dude, this is going terribly for you guys." The man quipped on the other end of the line, apparently not all that mad about it. "Ugh, tell me about it." Joseph had told you he wasn't the biggest fan of Real and you accepted that, but these kind of talks were getting really annoying. "I'm hiding in the bathroom. Like.. I don't even want to continue. He probably doesn't even want to talk to me after if they keep going like this." Joseph audibly laughed, not trying to hide his amusement. "Noooo.. come on. You have to try! Even if things don't work out.. I'm right here, baby." Hearing a term of endearment out if anyone's mouth but Jude's was cringe. "Haha.. yeah. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later." After you hung up, you stormed out of the bathroom stall, coming to a straight halt when seeing a woman at the sink fixing her makeup. Oh no, she heard all of that? How embarrassing.

To say your mood was ruined is an understatement. This sucks, the game, the opposing team, Jude Bellingham who's still not giving his all... You slumped back in your seat, hearing Denise sigh. Yeah, this was going to be a looooong evening.

...

There were no smiles, no laughing, no nothing. Losing 4-0 against your biggest rivals was also a thing of its own. You were standing at the end of the tunnel with Denise and basically everyone else who was here to see one of the players. You heart was racing, your palms were sweaty — You had sworn to yourself that you wouldn't get so worked up about this but you still did.

When Jude's eyes met you, it was like everything around him froze. He was happy to see you, happy to have you in his arms just a second and—

His last name wasn't on the back of your shirt. So it's true? The guy everyone's been seeing you with is your boyfriend? To be fair, Jude thought, he brought it upon himself. When you finally did lock eyes, you couldn't look away. He looked so sad and disappointed, in the loss of course. The tiny twinkle in his eyes told you that he was actually glad to see you.

It's like you two were connected even in a time like this. Just like you, he couldn't look away. Just like you, he wiped his sweaty hands on his shirt. Just like you, his heart was pounding. Jude was confused on what to do and just greeted his mom first, while you stood next to them, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

You had awkward eye contact with some other people around you, who apparently knew what was going on and just gave you a look of pity. Wow, why is everyone here so invested in your private life? It's not even that exciting, everyone has drama once in a whi—

"Hey," Jude greeted you rather breathlessly and stared down at you. "Hey." You couldn't do it. You couldn't look his way. That was quickly resolved anyway when he took the liberty and hugged you. Jude wrapped his arms around your torso, tightly, like you'd disappear if he let go. Because of muscle memory, you rested your head against his chest, not knowing how to reciprocate this act of affection. "I'm.. I'm," He whispered, "I'm glad you're here."

It sounded like he really needed you. Out of courtesy, and not because you wanted to, you hugged him back. After it lastet a moment to long, you tried to pry yourself from his grip, to which Jude immediately let go. Shit, he obviously overstepped a line.

Jude's eyes lingered on you, on your clothes, your hair, your slightly trembling hands. It was like the world around you two didn't exist anymore, but rather only this moment you two shared. You couldn't wait to get away from here. "Okay, let's drive you back, honey." Denise said after a few moments of pure silence.

...

The car ride back to your hotel was excruciatingly long. You kept biting your nails while Jude was busy, or at least pretending to be busy, with his phone. You saw him swipe around the weather app multiple times. Denise didn't even try to make small talk, mostly because she couldn't even really talk about the match without annoying her son with the outcome.

"We're here," She eventually said, and you thanked god for that. "It was really great seeing you again, Denise!" The woman turned around to see your face one last time and lightly pinch your cheek, before turning to Jude and trying silently urge him to say something.

"I'll take you to your room—"

"Oh! Oh no, that's really not necessary, Jude, I can—"

"Come on." The footballer stepped out of the car.

Denise mouthed a quick and honest "I'm so sorry" after you sighed. Why would he want to prolong this absolutely awkward meeting again. Oh god, if he wants to 'talk it out' you're done with him.

Silently, you followed the young man through the lobby and past the reception, where he pressed the button for the elevator. It's glass doors mirrored the two of you and how you were standing nect to each other quite uncomfortably. Jude had his hands stowed away in his pockets and you were clutching your bag to you as if he'd snatch it any minute. Thankfully, it was really late and there weren't any other guests going in or out of the hotel. The stupid hotel lobby music was the only thing that filled the silence between you two and it was starting to get on your nerves.

Finally, the elevator arrived with a little 'Ding!'. "Ladies first." Jude muttered and let you go in before him. You didn't say thank you.

"So," Oh no, what an uncomfortable start already. "You and.. that guy, huh?" Jude asked while the elevator was going up. "What guy?" You asked back, just as dryly. "You know who I mean." This made you think back to the call you had with Joseph during the game and it made you cringe all over again. "Uh.. no. No, nothing's going on between me and.. that guy."

Jude sniffled. He turned his head to you and mustered you for a good minute, before the elevator doors opened and he let you step outside first. "Are you sure?" Were you? That was a good question. But being in Jude's vicinity made you sure again. "Yes I'm sure."

"You're not.. That's.. The jersey's blank."

"Yes, I know."

"I thought, maybe it was because you're with that guy now."

"No. I just didn't feel like it. You understand, right?"

After a quick stroll through the hallway, you came to a halt at your room's door. Jude sighed, since there were obviously still things he wanted to talk about.

"Why did you come? I thought you.. you wouldn't want to see me for a while?"

"I don't know myself, okay? Jesus, I don't know anything right now! I wish people would just leave me alone with all of this bullshit, okay? It has consumed my whole life for the last weeks. I just need some peace and quiet."

"Was the hug too much?"

You paused, leaning your hand on the door handle. "No, it wasn't." In reality, you had wished Jude would've just swept you up your feet, hugged you, said a proper sorry and kissed you. A kiss would make you fold, that's for sure. You both were so sickly in love and it wss obvious.

"I really want to fix this."

"Oh yeah? And you're doing that by how? By ignoring me? By not texting or calling me?"

"You didn't call either."

"You know damn well why I didn't reach out first, Jude! You fucking hurt my feelings! You made me cry! You said you'd never..."

Jude held his breath at your words, suddenly feeling like an alien standing in front of you. "I'm sorry. I'm a coward. Please let me fix this." He begged one more time and just watched you dig around your bag for the card key to your room.

"I think you should go, Jude Bellingham."

"I don't want to go! Please just, talk to me! Communicate! We can make this work, I'll be better. I promise."

"I'm really sorry for your 4-0 loss today."

Before you were able to completely go through the door, Jude grabbed you by your arm and slightly dragged you back to make you look at him.

"I'm being serious. Because I have serious feelings for you."

"I was serious, too."

"I'll prove myself. I promise."

You removed your arm from his grip, glaring at him through your eyelashes. "You better not fucking break it."

And you were gone. In your room. And he was left all alone again in front of it.

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We need more tfp 2.0 optimus, maybe not smut but cuddle 😔💔

BIG THINGS² ❤︎

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: ...

Sorry for the slow update, I've been a bit sick lately

Buttttt, I got myself a Starscream, and I'm so happpy kkkkkkk, It is actually my first figure ever. Honestly, I had to save up quite a bit to be able to buy it. ITS SO CUTE, I LOVE IT SO. I'll probably post(idk) it because I can't get over having it omg I'm so happy idc if its tiny

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You lie down on his chest without asking.

He's half reclining, resting, and you just climb on top. You use his body as if it were any other bed, as if it didn't weigh tons or could accidentally crush you.

He says nothing.

His arm rests on your body immediately. Firm, but not tight. It doesn't look like he's going to move.

"uncomfortable?" you ask, your face against his chest.

"No."

Dry. As always, without trying to reject you, he's just tired.

You take a deep breath. He's warmer than usual. The new body makes him vibrate more strongly, and you can feel every pulse through his spark. His size envelops you without trying.

"You are more... comfortable now."

He doesn't answer.

You try to get comfortable with more fervor, he doesn't stop you. You wriggle and growl, getting under the plates that he gently pulls you out from under and scratching your back with some sharp parts around there.

"You dont even look at me," you murmur.

"I know you are there."

"I thought you'd be more concerned about where I'll be in this much larger body."

"I do not have to watch over something I already have under control."

The humming under your body continues. You hear it in your lungs, feel it in your teeth. It's constant. The heat keeps rising. And it's not because of the environment.

"Are you regulating the temperature on purpose?"

"Your body loses heat when you sleep. It's a technical adjustment."

"Of course."

You settle in more comfortably, not questioning it. He says nothing. He just keeps his hand on your waist, his thumb tracing the line of your back almost automatically.

You let yourself go. His plates are hard, the sound of his mechanisms isn't so intrusive, and there's no tension in his movements. Nothing aggressive. Just firmness, presence, something that won't break even if you try.

"You should rest for a while," you murmur.

"I am resting."

"You look too active for that."

Silence.

"I will recharge."

"How obedient!"

Optimus just grunted, almost a hum. "Yes."

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Part 1

[two-white-butterflies]

the city of love | carlos sainz

Description: You accidentally drop your wedding ring in the middle of the Seine river while waving your country's flag.

Pairing: figure-skater!reader/carlos sainz

A/N: inspired by gianmarco tamberi.

yourname: i'm so excited for this year's olympics!! thank you so much papa @CarlosSainz55 for bringing lil julius. TE AMO!

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CarlosSainz55: Te amo tanto ❤️

Charles_Leclerc: Best of wishes!

formulaonefans: BRING HOME THE GOLD MY QUEEN

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CarlosSainz55: Animando por tu victoria. Keep doing what you're doing, and always remember that I am proud of you. @yourname

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yourname: Take care of Augustus. 😭 - CarlosSainz55: He is in safe 🙌🏻

carlandouniverse: SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL MY FAV WAG

WAGCLOSET: Make us proud 🥺

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yourname: There was too much water. I lost too much weight these past few months, and on top of that the uncontrollable enthusiasm over what I was doing that I lost control. I saw her fly, I followed her with a glance until I saw her bouncing inside of our boat.

I had a glimmer of hope, but unfortunately the bounce was in the wrong direction and floating more than a thousand times in the air. She dove into the water, like it was the only place she wanted to be.

A few moments, that to me, felt like an eternity.

But if it was meant to happen. If I am really going to lose this faith, I couldn't imagine a better place. It will stay forever in the riverbed of the city that we love, flown away while I tried to carry the flag of my country as high as possible during the opening ceremony of the most important sporting event in the world.

I'm sorry, my love. I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me. If you want to, we can throw your wedding ring into the river too, so they'll be together forever, and we'll have one more excuse to (like you've always asked) renew our wedding vows and get married anew.

I love you, my love. @CarlosSainz55.

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HolaMiami: LORD WHEN WILL YOU GIVE ME A Y/N SAINZ

CarlosSainz55: May it be auspicious to come home with an even bigger gold 😘 te amo tanto, amor.

shewolfinthecloset: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." What she actually said in those moments 😭

allthosenights: The art of apologizing by Mrs. Sainz 😭

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CarlosSainz55: Congratulations @yourname. My wife!!

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yourname: Thank you 😍

Charles_Leclerc: Congratulations!!

puppylove: OMG OMG OMG CONGRATS

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CarlosSainz55: Now, about renewing those vows.

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yourname: 😍

[covenofagatha]

I'm back with another desperate!agatha brainworm!

(includes cumming in 0.001 seconds, panty sniffing, come eating kinda, breeding?)

consider this: agatha who tries her damn best to let you cockwarm her as punishment. it doesn't work. why?

1. the first time she attempts to, it's to punish you for riling her up the whole day while she's trying to do work in her study. she's already rock-solid when she lifts your skirt, and when she pulls your panties down, you reach over and give her one (1) stroke just to feel her up. to her complete and utter humiliation, that's literally all it takes. you still clean her up, yes, but she's got her face buried in her hands the whole time, so embarrassed she can't even look you in the eye.

2. the second time, she manages to get a little further. you'd been whining nonstop, and in the ultimate brat move, pronounced her a *pervert* for dirty talking into your ear. she's determined to prove herself, then. it's all your fault, really; that you were so damn wet she needed to use your own panties to wipe around your cunt so you don't stain her suit pants. so, when your panties glisten with *you*, it's practically instinctual for her to bring them up to sniff, like the "pervert" she is. unfortunately, she's forgotten about her already-leaking-precum cock that she has clasped in her hand (to prevent a repeat of the first time), which, to no surprise, reacts to the scent of you rather enthusiastically. maybe its the mix of the look of your expression and your glistening cunt, or the warmth of her heated palm on her throbbing dick, or simply the evidence that you're as worked up as she is, but either way it ends the same way it always does; before she can attempt to control herself, she's already shooting load after load all over your ass. the same way she cleaned up yours, she drags your panties all over, collecting the cum before bringing it up to your mouth for *you* to lick clean.

3. the third time, she makes it pretty far. she's in full dom-mode with you, courtesy of your constant brattiness the whole day, so when you the word 'cockwarm' falls off your tongue off-handedly, she doesn't bother to think of the previous failed attempts. when she does manage to get into you without losing it (impressive, truly), she realises how much of a punishment this is for *her*. Having to keep you still, to still your desperate bucks into her, not wanting to give into her primal need to breed you, to fill you up with her cum. she's struggling almost more than you, and suddenly the coin flips. you realise abruptly that it's *your* turn to play with her, and her continuous whimpers and grunts of restraint drive you mad. her pleas for you to settle down, to stop grinding on her and making it harder for both of you, grow increasingly weaker, culminating into a desperate snap of her hips against you when you "accidentally" brush a hand over her hardened tits. you coo at her that it's *okay*, that your hot, wet, cunt was *made for her*, and that you just NEED to be filled up by her. it takes a harsh bite to her breast and a particularly enthusiastic rock of your hips, before she groans, low and gutteral, and you feel it throb inside you before she explodes.

can you tell I've been thinking about your fics a lot? they're driving me feral 😅. hope to infect you with the same brainworm that technically came from you, so...

-lots of love, worm anon (ha)

Ohhhh my god

This had me on the floor thank you for practically writing this for me and I cannot wait to get to it (I love your filthy brain omg)

[catiuskaa]

Game On, Game Boy.

SUMMARY: dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

REQUESTED! here by my pookie dookie @15092000volcano, who OMG LOVE YOU GOT SOME IDEAS™️ and i’m 100% here for it!

WC: 3.8k

CW: extensive use of curse words, use of petnames, gaming lingo that i won’t explain (sorry), a sneaky mention of changlix and a ridiculously explicit mention of hyunin because idk broski i just felt like it

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“Are you sure this is the section you’re supposed to be in, Lee?”

Minho’s eyes turned darker and he chuckled a cold laugh that could’ve frozen the Han river over a hundred times.

No one noticed the slight smile he let out that was quickly hidden again.

“Look who it is,” Minho beamed a newly found energy, as if a dark, bad, and rude soul had just taken control of his mean smile. “If it isn’t other than the wrongly chosen personality hire of… mhh… I don’t remember… sorry, dollface, what’s the name of your team again?”

Behind him, a blond guy stared at him, eyebrows shot up, eyes wide. He turned around and faced one of his other team players.

“Hey, hyung. Does Minho know that girl?” Felix asked in a low voice. “He… doesn’t look too happy.” That was a nice way to put it.

Changbin rolled his eyes at the encounter, throwing his arm over Felix’s shoulders.

“Her username is something like ‘soondondori25”. Minho and her met a while back, in high school. As little as he’s said, one thing’s for sure: they really don’t like each other.”

Despite it not looking too good for the team the fact that its leader wasn’t behaving with their opponents, Seo huffed, not paying any mind to the arguing pair, unlike Felix, whose eyes stayed glued to his other hyung and the new girl, still going at each other.

"I bet you’re still using the overpowered weapon. Can’t really get past Nerf Bastian, can ya?” You stated mockingly, your cheeks red as you kept arguing. “I guess you need all the help you can get."

"Says the one who relies on camping. Can't face me head-on, huh?” Minho grinned with a sense of superiority, stepping forward. “Scared, dollface?”

You bit your lip, your eyes locked on his.

"You won’t need to worry about my team’s name, sweetie. I’ll make sure you never forget it.” Your stare would’ve burnt a forest just by staring at the grass for a bit too long.

“Still can't win without relying on cheap strategies, can you?"

Minho settled his hands on his pockets, halfly staring down at you, as if mocking your height.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You chuckled lowly. You said it with a smirk, which Minho was fast to return. “Still stuck on that low-tier character, right? It seems like you need to step up your game, buddy."

“Oh, please!” Minho passed a hand through his hair, his tone hinting mocked amusement. He bent down lightly, his face in front of yours. “You're just a sore loser who can't handle a fair fight. Go back to your corner and cry some more, dollface.”

“Keep telling yourself that. We both know you're just jealous I'm better at this game than you."

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, dollface. I still manage to win against you. Seems like you're just bitter about losing."

The battle of comebacks kept going on, both of you stepping closer to each other with each sentence, as if about to throw hands.

“Ah, fuck! They do this every year!” Someone from your team approached the both of you while cursing. You ignored him at first, but then halfly gasped, facing your teammate.

“Jisung, I swear he started.”

“Yeah, Jisung. I started.” Minho cackled mockingly. “Tell Santa so I don’t have toys this Christmas.”

Han squinted at Minho. “Sure. As if I fucking care.” He then turned to face you, handing you a red shirt. “Yours. We’re red for the first round.” He stated seriously, taking on the role of team leader.

Minho and you stared at each other deeply just as Jisung flew the scene, missing how you two were basking in the glow of shared secrets.

“I’m team red, bunny,” you snickered at him in a smug tone. “You know what that means.”

“Superstition is for the rookies, dollface,” he said, his smile confirming the nickname you gave him was well justified.

No one knew the troubles the both of you had gone through. That’s why you smiled, knowing that when the round ended and you were both done for the day, —when you won, of course—, your boyfriend would still owe you a kiss.

All this mean smack talk was purely for the benefit of the other rival teams. Minho was happy to let you prove yourself to those who couldn’t grasp the idea that a girl in sparkly, cute dresses and what some would call ‘over the top’ makeup belonged in the competition. Minho and you both knew that one of the toughest rounds would certainly be against one another. You know exactly how good of a gamer he is, and likewise, his team had already heard about how your team had broken records during trials —named team Levanter, even if your endearing opponent pretended not to know it—, but there was no real animosity here.

Not an easy thing to hide, considering that to you it was obiously noticeable how Minho’s eyes hadn’t left your lips in what seemed like ten minutes. But yeah. No animosity. Just a knack for competition. And a bet that decides who’s making dinner for the night, but right now…

Right now was about the fight.

Both team Levanter and team Thunderous were sat in places, red vs blue once again as several cameras from the streaming platform that broadcasted the event were turned on, recording each player while the ref briefly introduced them with a loud tone for the crowd.

“Levanter, ready?” He asked with a smile meant for the thousands and thousands of viewers streaming online as the camera focused on him shortly.

“Ready,” Jisung smirked, to which everyone in your team logged in the computers before you as a response.

“Thunderous, ready?”

Minho smiled in your direction, holding back a chuckle when he noticed you had already been staring, then threw a wink at him.

“Ready,” he said.

You two exchanged a glance, openly competitive, any other meanings hidden between you two and the red thread that joined your little fingers, a silent agreement breaking the rules —the same ones you broke barely half an hour ago, when his lips consumed yours, or that you’re probably going to be rehashing the whole gameplay in your shared apartment and no one will know.

(And sure, you might do other things, too.)

The sound blasted in your headset when you settled it in place. You gave one last look to Minho, and he mumbled towards you with a smile.

“See you on the other side, dollface.”

“You’re the worst.” An easy shorthand for love you.

He smiled, and there was a knowledge that made your heart smile too, because winning or losing, in the end, you were coming back to his arms.

Your hands tightened and you cracked your knuckles, settling them back in place, one over the keyboard and the other on the mouse. You were nervous, yeah, but not afraid. This was your comfort zone. This is your comfort zone.

“COUNTDOWN,” the ref shouted, the numbers showing up in the complete view in the big screen behind him. “STARTING IN 3…! 2…! 1…!”

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

The vehicle shuddered when you closed the door with a thud.

You two stayed in silence for a bit, merely listening to the rain as the droplets hit the car nonchalantly.

“Can I be smug about it?” You smiled cheekily.

“Just ‘cause I ain’t that much of a sore loser, you get two minutes.” He scoffed with fake annoyance, which wasn’t truly worrying because he didn’t put any effort on hiding his smile, too.

You snickered, turning your body to face him, teasing him even before starting.

“But you owe me something first, dollface.”

You rolled your eyes. “It ain’t even that good of a nickname, Min.”

But then his hand, always a little colder than yours, swiftly gripped you by your neck, fingers stroking your nape as you held back a shiver, easily less than an inch away from him now.

“Would you rather I call you buddy?”

You smiled, eyes wondering where to focus, in a trance between his eyes, deep and enticing, or his lips, sweet and so stupidly kissable.

“Hurt much?” You pouted mockingly. You were obviously not expecting him to bite your lower lip.

He laughed, a menace he was, but he was quickly winned over —dare I say once more— when you pulled him towards your lips by tugging at the collar of his shirt.

Minho smiled as you let him take control.

“Your two minutes are over.” He whispered over your lips, leaving a small peck on your forehead before turning to the steering wheel.

You were about to complain, but that was before his hand, a bit warmer now, was strategically placed just a bit further up your knee.

He gave you a playful side eye.

You rolled your eyes again, to which he chuckled.

“Before you start snickering and bitching about what you want for dinner, princess,” Minho started speaking with a smile, his hand not leaving your leg as he started the engine, “seeing as I didn’t go to the grocery store and neither did you, we’re doing take-out.”

“That’s so unfair!” You argued as he manoeuvred to get the car out of the parallel spot. You stayed silent until he did, faking a pout. “You made me buy groceries last time I lost.”

He cackled. “Because I drive, silly.”

You glared at him. He grinned.

“I’ll call your mom.” You threatened. “I’ll make sure she takes the cats with her the days you have free.”

He gave you a stare with wide eyes once he encountered a red light.

“But honey, those are my children too.” His fake tone of worry was too funny to not burst out in laughter, to which he happily joined in.

“Shits and giggles aside, don’t,” he smiled. “Last time you did she told my dad and he still makes jokes about it.”

You acted smugly as you fetched for the aux cord and plugged it to your phone, scrolling down through your music app.

“Of course he does,” you snorted with a toothy grin. “I’m amazing. And even if we’re doing take-out I will beat the shit out of you if you don’t make lasagna before Friday.” You threatened again with a silly smile. “You know I can.”

He snorted too, his hand playfully squeezing your leg for a second.

“I know,” he mumbled absentmindedly, tracing patterns over your knee. “But we’re getting sushi tonight.”

The idea seemed nice enough, so in a silent agreement you settled on a playlist you knew he’d sing along to. Just as Wonder Girls started to play, he giggled, his hand tickling your knee —something as ticklish as confusing, really—.

“Cheeky.” He snickered, unable to not join in to your efforts into making the korean lyrics make sense, singing for a fun time, not a long one, specially when after Tell me finished, the next songs calmed down the upbeat vibe and soothed it sweetly, your boyfriend humming only when he concentrated on the road ahead.

He shoved you one of his hoodies that he had kept in the seats in the back, because he knew you’d show up with clothing that as beatiful as you looked with it, he just clicked his tongue and tutted at you when you tried to enter the restaurant after he parked, and sneakily locked the doors. You squinted your eyes at him.

“Put that on, missy.” He snickered, eyebrows up. “As funny as the idea may seem, cold as a concept isn’t psychological.”

You chuckled at his commentary, and quickly threw it on, a silly smile on your face when you realized that it smelled like him.

“Sure, Mr Charmer.” You shook your head sideways, smirking once he unlocked the car and you could open the door. “For the record, pretty boy, I’m just doing it cause you left money on the pocket.” You cackled and skipped inside the restaurant, with him chuckling just a bit behind you.

The restaurant was fairly empty, saving a couple of tables that were reserved for later and other customers that had barely started to eat.

You hid the twenty bucks bill you found in your phone case, and Minho pretended to forget about it when he saw you grin. You smiled at him gingerly, thinking where would it be a good place to put the it in where he could find it later.

He let you choose from the menu, trusting your taste and letting you pick the items for the both of you, doozing off slowly, distracting himself with the strange tipping device that the restaurant had on the counter top. Upon inspection, it was clearly a lucky cat figure, that when coins were placed on its hand, he’d just… eat them…?

“To go, yeah?” the young man at the counter asked with a tiny smile, wearing a small name tag that read “JEONGIN” in big letters.

You nodded, but noticed ‘Jeongin’ gave your really-interested-in-the-stupid-ass-tip-animal-robot company a look, and you stared at Minho too, scratching your cheek absentmindedly.

“Is he with you?” He asked nonchalantly, merely starting small talk.

You smiled. “Yeah. A girl needs a wallet from time to time.”

He snorted, nodding in agreement. “He’s… something.”

“Thanks. He’s rescue.”

You felt a hand slither into the pockets of your hoodie. Well. Technically his.

“Stop telling people that.” He huffed, laying his forehead on your shoulder.

Jeongin snickered at the two of you. “My boyfriend is a rescue too,” he winked. “This is his uniform, because he used mine by mistake and stained it with soja sauce.”

“Oh. So you’re not Jeongin, I guess?” You chuckled gently.

“I’m Hyunjin.” He corrected with a smile. After a bit, he handed you your order in a plastic bag. “It was nice to meet you two!”

You waved back with a sheepish smile as you two exited.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

“WHAT?!” You screamed, the mic on your purple headset able to catch it flawlessly, as in response you started hearing laughs.

You stared at the screen, the music lowering as your character approached your house —or what used to be your house—.

“Y-yeah,” Seungmin’s voice chimed in, who tried to explain once more in between laughs, “Changbin added landscape mods o-or something,” he chuckled. “The storms can start fires.”

“B-HUH?” You frowned, trying to extinguish the fire that remained around. “Fuck that! What the fuck was Notch onto with this bullshit?”

Felix and Changbin still were unable to speak, as they continued to laugh loudly in the call. You went to Discord for a second, and muted them both. “You guys, shut up!”

They were muted, so you couldn’t possibly know if they had listened to you —most likely not—. Going back to Minecraft, you went in your house, and started looking around in your chest room if you had any wood to spare to repair the ceiling.

“Motherf- I gotta go chop wood?” You scoffed. “Brother.” You were starting to get pissed off, so you breathed in, fixing your glasses in position and your mind went back to the stream, and you started talking to the chat while getting the materials.

“Shit, I ran out of torches,” you cursed, going on your inventory to see if you had more. Oops. You didn’t. And you didn’t have much food either. Suddenly, zombie noises started to blast in your headset, several arrows hitting you.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you used your shield, trying to find your enemies. “Where is this bitch?”

Minho went to the kitchen, that was a door away from your streaming room, able to hear loud noises coming from inside. He raised his eyebrows, wondering what could be happening in the gameplay.

“MOTHERFUCKER?! I DON’T— FUCK THIS SHIT! IT’S DISGUSTING. HEY, IT’S DISGUSTING THAT- THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE. HE’S AN IDIOT. HOPE HE CHOKES ON LENTILS, FUCK!”

You stormed out of the room, encountering Minho barely a couple steps away from the door.

He blinked, puzzled. “I’m making lasagna…?”

You struggled to calm down, just knowing you didn’t want to lash out at him.

“Time-out?” He questioned, wondering if you wanted some time on your own.

You flinched when you finally realized he was in front of you, your shoulders lowering and your body physically relaxing as you sighed and shook your head sideways.

“A storm burned down part of my roof and then a creeper blew me up when I was trying to fix it.” You sighed. “And then Changbin stole all my materials.”

“Did you turn off stream?” He wondered soothingly, his hands cupping your face and lightly scratching the back of your head.

You shook your head again. “I just turned the camera and the mic off, but it’s still on.”

“And you want to keep playing?”

“Yeah.” You smiled, one of your hands traveling to his. “Thanks, Min.”

He entered the streaming room with you, his arms over your shoulders.

“Where is she though?” Changbin questioned. “She’s not answering.”

“Dude.” Felix let out in shock.

“Lix?” Seungmin questioned.

“Guys, look at her stream.”

Minho left a peck on your head and ruffled your hair.

“Text me if you need anything, yeah?”

You smiled. “Thanks, bunny.”

You put your headphones back on, moving the mouse to turn on the screens again.

…maybe the camera hadn’t exactly been turned off.

You stared at the stream, eyes wide open as the chat started going wild.

…oops.

[♦️★ 🎯 ★♦️]

catiuskaa, may 2024 ©

~kats, who now wants to go play some minecraft.

[thescarletfang]

SPINNING OUT: jack abbot x ex!freader (coming soon!!)

currently at 4.3k words and counting (not even halfway thru) for this angsty (but soft! and HEA) Abbot x ex!freader fic and i finally feel like i'm getting into a *~ groove ~* with it.

(terrible) summary: You left Jack three months ago, convinced he'd given up on your marriage. An accident leads you back into his life. (omg this summary is SO BAD but basically, jack and reader have been separated for 3 months. reader is hit by a drunk driver, taken to PTMC. what is supposed to be an ending gives way to a new beginning).

here's a little sneak peek:

***

Jack rolls his shoulders, shutting his locker and heading into the ED. Fuck, what he’d give for a quiet night and the ability to get through this shift without feeling like he’s white-knuckling life. It’s bad enough he had a fucking panic attack on the way in here. He’s been having those more and more often, despite being on his daily dose of an SSRI. His therapist tells him he needs to take a break, to finally cash in on all his accrued time off but he just grinds his jaw and says no. 

Work is good. When he works, he can focus on anything but the absolute trainwreck that is his life. 

When he works, he can stop thinking about you. 

It’s a lie, of course, but Jack’s always been good at lying to himself. 

He sees you in everything he does. Misses you with an ache that feels like a stone on his chest. On the really rough nights, where he feels like he’s barely treading water, he gets closer to the edge of the roof than he ever has. 

Jack shakes his head, wrapping his stethoscope around his neck, holding on to the ends of it like it’s a tether that can keep him sane.

One moment at a time, his therapist told him. One shift at a time. One second, every single day, at a time. 

Jack takes a deep, steadying breath. Losing himself in his work is enough, if only for tonight. 

Jack knows something is wrong the minute he steps into the ED.

Robby is rushing in through the trauma bay, rolling a gurney and barking orders at Shen and Ellis. He looks up and locks eyes with Jack. 

“Get him out of here,” Robby yells to Dana, who has just thrown on her jean jacket to head home. Dana’s eyes go wide and as the gurney rolls past her, she looks at whoever is on it and pales. She beelines for Jack. 

Jack’s heart thuds painfully against his sternum. He picks up his pace, gently brushing past Dana and making his way to Robby.

“It’s my shift, dunno why I’d need to get out of here,” he says calmly to Robby, trying to remain in control but he already knows who’s on that gurney. He already knows because the universe fucking hates him. 

It isn’t enough that you left him three months ago and the last three months have been a living hell every single day. It isn’t enough that it was his fault you left, that he’d pushed you to the end of your rope by pulling away, by shutting down, by letting those voices in the dark consume him. It isn’t enough that he continually put his work before you because work is the only thing to make him feel worthy of anything, and he regrets it, will regret letting you slip through his fingers every single day for the rest of his fucking life. 

It isn’t enough that you’re the love of his life and he’s such a stupid fucking old man, forever convinced he never deserved you in the first place. Self-sabotage has been his best friend a long time, lurking over his shoulder and shadowing every move he’s ever made.

It isn’t enough he’s been through this once before. He’s not even officially fucking fifty-years-old and he’s already lost a wife and he’s about to lose another. Jack Abbot doesn’t get second chances.

Jack Abbot reaps the fucking karma that he sows. 

“Dana, get him out of here!” Robby yells again, rolling you into T-1. 

“C’mon, honey,” Dana tries. “You don’t wanna see this.”

But it’s too late. Jack’s quick on his feet, even with the prosthetic, and he sees you lying there, unconscious, blood-matted hair and it’s dripping from your mouth and he can’t believe that this is happening, that this is real, that it is happening to him again.

Robby steps to him at the door of the room. “You can’t be in here.”

There’s a sharp ringing in Jacks’ ears, high-pitched and drowning everything out. His voice is gravely and broken. A desperate plea rather with no real bite. “Like fuck I can’t, man. Get out of the way—”

“Jack, I mean it, brother.” Robby blocks him again, his nostrils flaring. “Get out.”

“That’s my fucking wife!” The words silence the ED, cutting through the chaos sharply. Ellis and Shen look up, shock over their faces. They’ve never heard their attending lose his cool like this. Jack is the calm one. While Robby is the attending who is more inclined to raise his voice, Jack never falters. Residents and students and the nursing staff follow him blindly because they know he never loses his cool.

Well, he’s losing it now.

Dana puts a hand on her chest like it hurts. 

Robby’s cold facade slips for a second and for a moment he’s just Jack’s friend, his brother, and the pain is written in his face, a pain mirroring Jack’s own. 

Jack’s breathing heavily, his voice cracking on the last word because it’s true, you’re still his wife.

He can’t lose you. Not when everything is so wrong. 

[madamechrissy]

i just read i'll look after you and i've never read anything so fluufy, sexy and beautiful in MONTHSSS. pleasee, pleasse, pleasee- write more fics like that please. baby related, pregnancy related, husband coded gojo, soft reader with obsessed gojo ~ anythingggg. especially with the whole tired, neglected reader gettting taken care of core. i'm such a sucker for that. you're so amazing, i wish all good things for you 💖💗🌸✨️

hello love omg I am so happy you enjoyed that one. It's so freaking cute and fluffy 😭😭💗💗

I have a brand new one with accidentally pregnant reader and Gojo called Took You like a Shot that will be very similar!

Reader getting taken care of core also and more Gojo I have a Mob Gojo fic where he's a DOLL and is gonna save tired reader- Losing control now-also soft reader and obsessed Gojo!!

Another obsessed Gojo x soft reader is Would You come with Me! (Finished!)

As for tired reader and a mom I have a Sukuna fic called Pour it Up where he saves her from her lame ass ex baby daddy too 🤭💗

I hope you enjoy these and dw many more to come. This is so sweet I truly appreciate you bb 🥹🥹💖💖😭😭