#wc: 384

[lgcjisoo]

XANDER: OFF THE RUNWAY ⇀ EPISODE 014

why was he going back to sports-related things? he figured it'd be nice to return to the root of where his channel started from. trying different physical activities. and here he was, attempting a dance class with a professional dance studio. he should be good at this, considering how many months he did the gruelling trainee schedule with everyone else. but that's also the reason why he floundered off - because he was rubbish at it, at least, in his mind. does jisoo regret leaving and veering off into becoming a model? no. was his mind in the right place at the time? not really. but it all did turn out for the best, which jisoo is thankful for.

also he's going into the category class that he feels is suitable. "hey everyone! today i'm going to participate at the 1million dance studio's learner's class. apparently they're having a session with one of legacy group's songs today. what is it? well.. that'll be a surprise until we start."

and the class is quite crowded, but enough space for small groups to form which they would be doing performances with later at the end after everyone got comfortable with the choreography.

the main instructor who has created a base choreography, has made it to have the vibes of the original group's choreo, but they were not replicating it. mostly similar movements, but not identical. jisoo's eyes followed, along with the camera, on the instructor as they first introduced themselves and explained what they would be doing today. she gave a demonstration with two other ladies from her crew, and the song played loudly in the entire studio. jisoo turns with a stage whisper to the camera, smiling. "that's right, we're dancing to fabula-sunbaenim's impurities today!"

"how do you think i'll do? i'll get some snippets of the progress and the final but i don't want to disrupt the class too much so the episode might be a bit shorter, or if they allow me, feature some of the other students. wish me luck! thank goodness this is a learner's class." jisoo moves from the camera with a wave, and focuses on the class fully, ensuring that he will not look gangly, and a mess of limbs with the rest of his temporary group at the end.

[encantresse]

his nod is dorothea's cue to pull back, resettling herself atop the crate she'd perched on. she hands matthias' dagger back wordlessly, allowing the man to steer the conversation for the time being. it's another small act of kindness on his part, whether he realizes it or not.

small talk comes as second nature under normal circumstances. a skill that hardly requires effort at this stage of her life, though matthias has caught her in a state too complicated to sort through now. fatigue and grief and anxiety all in tangled in knots, begging to be severed.

he speaks, she listens. the songstress returns her attention to the sword, lifting it onto her lap as the whetstone is brought to the blade's edge. that earlier motion starts up again, slowly, conscientiously, lest she further injure herself when their healers are already running ragged.

but she stops at the mention of the past, pausing to look up at him.

it's a topic to expect, she supposes, when things are this dire. easier to look back at innocent times rather than focus on gnawing concerns. a welcome change, admittedly, granting her some small relief to hear something other than an inquiry about her well-being, as considerate as those are, for it distracts. even if for a second.

and it's precisely that — short lived as anticipated. the mention of the blue lions brings to mind those she's seen, and the greater number of those still missing.

dorothea's lips curl into a frown. all this talk of students reminds her of the uncomfortable truth. one they both share, no matter the shape it takes.

"...you must be worried." so many to fret about. dimitri, ingrid, ashe, all the others. had they managed to stick together? were they safe, somewhere? "about sylvain."

no sooner does his name roll off the tongue does she hesitate, realizing rather belatedly that she has opened a wound that cannot be dressed like the one on his arm. "i'm sure he's okay, professor."

( she is not. )

"what i mean to say is...you know a lot. i have no doubt you've taught him well," dorothea says gently. "i may not approve of half the things he does, but even i'll admit he's strong. sylvain can hold his own until we find him and the others."

words said without being spoken. || matthias & dorothea

toaepiphany2025 | continued from here

[eunbinbe]

˙ ˖ ✧ — CHUSEOK 2024. aka how eunbin spends the car ride down to busan for the chuseok holiday.

chuseok always begins with a long car ride down to busan where her grandparents live. the shin's have a tradition of gathering, and everybody makes sure to take at least one day out of the long holiday to spend time with extended family.

of course, it's not easy, considering how big her whole extended family is. however, if they don't get together during chuseok, there's no telling when's the next time they can all see one another. it was just an unsaid rule that everybody had to gather. even if you planned a vacation, you had to make sure you spent at least one day with the family before going on said vacation.

the trip down takes a couple of hours, so her family always makes sure to leave in the middle of the night. a little risky, maybe, but it's the only time the roads are decently empty. of course, they can't avoid everybody who thinks the way they do, and so there's a bit of traffic, but it's better than leaving in the morning or middle of the day.

eunbin spends most of the car ride either catching up on her sleep or chatting away with her family. they try their best to stay awake for their father, who does most the driving, and then her older brother who takes over when it seems necessary.

her mother always makes sure to pack a few snacks. it's usually gimbap, but there are also chips and whatnot for everybody. they always stop by at least one rest stop, both so her father and brother can take a break and because they can't stay away from the food that comes with said rest stops.

during the trips down, eunbin can't help but think that she's lucky she doesn't get carsick because she can't imagine the hours spent on the road as someone who suffers from motion sickness. they usually have the radio going, but if they feel like turning on their own music, the family leaves it up to eunbin. she puts on a few playlists she finds on youtube that she thinks her whole family will enjoy.

while the trip is indeed long, she has quite a blast with her family on the way there, so it isn't as torturous as it may sound.

[lgcjiho]

━━ lee jiho : lgcretreat individual introduction

an introduction seems kind of funny, but as one of the senior artists on the show, jiho feels like he has a lot to live up to. what facts about him does the audience already know and what can he use to surprise them? he has to think for a while, glad that he's not up first or anything so he has some time to brainstorm about what would be the best things to say.

once it's his turn, jiho bows politely to the camera and waves. "hello everyone, i'm lee jiho, leader of v&a's sub-unit agito and also the main dancer and lead vocal." okay, that was just the basic stuff, and he has to remember the other things that he had been reminded to say.

"i was a trainee since 2018, until 2021 where i had the honour of debuting in v&a," he says, smiling and he looks towards agito, feeling very proud of how much the subunit has grown since three years ago.

three random facts was where he was having a bit of trouble but he thinks he knows what he can say. "i'm not sure how many of you watched the first season of future dreams—it's been a long time, i know—but one thing about me that people are surprised by when they find out is that i love spicy food. i don't have any peppers to show off this time, but you'll just have to take my word for it." he feels like he should've checked to see if the episode of lgc girls japan versing agito while eating spicy food had been released yet before he had said this, but maybe people will just prove him right with clips eventually.

he'll check on twitter eventually.

"i got a late growth spurt so my profile says i'm 173 but i'm 176 now," he adds, grinning and he knows haru will tease him for this after but he doesn't care, considering he's too used to it at this point.

"and lastly, i've picked up painting as a hobby. i might share some art soon but for now, don't have your expectations too high," he jokes towards the camera, doing a peace sign before he heads back to his spot to let the next person do their introduction.

[mydarlingclaudia]

this isn’t really an ‘x’ anything my job just makes me fucking delusional

wc : 384

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Your favorite customer is back.

You’ve only ever seen him around for a couple days every month or so, he buys the same thing each time; whiskey, microwave dinners, beef, a couple of veggies, and some kind of dessert from the bakery. You work a lot, you normally see him whenever he comes by.

Brown eyes greet you all the same each time, sometimes his hair is cut a tiny bit shorter, sometimes he looks more tired than other days. How he greets you is mostly the same each time, a smile and a compliment, he makes you laugh each time he visits.

Oh, and his name is Simon.

This time when he comes in is a bit different, though.

He’s got his usual things, the whiskey, the microwave dinners, some things to cook with, and his dessert. Only as he’s pulling out to pay, another man comes up next to him with a handful of candy and a case of beer in the other, keeping a bag of flower and one of the little plastic bags of deli-cut pepperoni pinned to his chest with his forearm.

You’ve never seen a mowhak before, his aren’t as outstanding as in the movies, but it’s well-kept. The way Simon sighs when he clumsily drops everything down onto the conveyor belt says that they know each other.

“Ring it up, ‘s fine.” Simon waves his friend off, you just giggle and do as he says as his friend squeezes behind him towards the grocery bags.

“Jeez, Si, y’gonna make her bag too?” His friend chides, grinning over at you while Simon pays.

“Ignore him.”

“Oh, don’t be mean. Can only imagine what a bastard y’are to her when ‘m not here.” Simon sighs again and his friend laughs, the both of them look at you after another second.

“‘M not a total bastard, she likes me, at least.”

“I think she tolerates you, right, hen?”

“Johnny-”

“I like Simon just fine,” You shrug, Simon’s friend brings his hand up to his chest above his heart and clutches it as if he’s hurt by your words.

“Y’need higher standards, love.”

“So d’you.” Simon grumbles, his friend leans over and swats his arm before Simon starts to usher him away. “Go, go, Christ, before you scare her off, Johnny.”

[bradleysass]

look - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 384

The Gryffindor common room was buzzing with post-Quidditch victory energy, red and gold banners draped across the walls, butterbeer bottles clinking, and the sound of jubilant laughter filling the space. James Potter, Gryffindor’s star Chaser, should have been reveling in the celebration. Instead, he was in agony.

“Bet you can’t do it,” Sirius had said, smirking like the menace he was. “Bet you can’t go the whole night without looking at my dear, darling little brother.”

James scoffed. “Please. I have self-control.”

Sirius just laughed. “Alright then, Potter. Prove it. If I catch you so much as glancing at Regulus, you have to do my Transfiguration homework for a month.”

And like an idiot, James had agreed.

Now, an hour into the party, James was realizing just how impossible this task was. Because, of course, Regulus Black was here, lounging in an armchair in the corner of the room, looking entirely out of place yet maddeningly perfect. He wasn’t even trying, but James knew—just knew—that if he dared to look over, he’d be caught in the depths of stormy grey eyes, the way Regulus’ fingers drummed absently against his glass, the way his lips curled ever so slightly when he was deep in thought.

Sirius was watching him like a hawk, gleeful and ready to pounce the moment James caved.

James clenched his jaw and threw back his drink. He could do this. He could absolutely do this. He turned to Marlene and started up a conversation about the match, feigning interest in her recounting of his best plays, but his mind was elsewhere. What was Regulus doing? Was he bored? Was he talking to someone else? Was he leaving?

His body moved on instinct, just the slightest tilt of his head to check—

“Caught you!” Sirius whooped, clapping him on the back. “Bloody hell, that didn’t even last an hour.”

James groaned, slamming his head against the table. “I hate you.”

“I know,” Sirius said smugly, before waggling his eyebrows. “But you know what’s worse than losing? You didn’t even get to enjoy the view.”

James grumbled under his breath, but Sirius wasn’t wrong. And as James snuck another glance—because the bet was lost anyway—he found Regulus looking right back at him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

[hanfourz]

― l.rw thought

🪼 - i'm having soft dom!riwoo thoughts.... he's just so sexy

pairing: riwoo x reader ・ genre: smut, fluff, established relationship ・MDNI!!!!!

wc: 384 ・ warnings: cunninlingus

[ network: @onedoornet ]

pleasure dom!riwoo who just wants to watch you fall apart bc of him. he's so sweet n gentle, always making sure you're enjoying yourself. but the look in his eyes, like he's drinking you in and devouring you whole, it's intoxicating. and of course he lets you return the favor but not before he has you cumming undone over and over and over. you tell him you're into overstimulation and he takes full advantage of that. coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you while you writhe and moan for him.

he tells you how gorgeous you look while he's got 3 fingers buried inside you. and then he's eating you out like his own life depends on it. tells you he can't get enough of your taste when you squirt on his tongue. and he's whining and moaning into your heat, grinding against the sheets as your thighs clench around his head. you tug on his hair a little and he almost comes in his pants. everything about you overwhelms him and he needs more.

he's not very vocal, letting out soft whines or pants when he's really close or when he's overstimulated himself. but every now and then he'll whisper something in your ear. usually to see how you're feeling and if he's making you feel good, even though the moans you're letting out are indication enough of how good you feel.

'does that feel good, love?'

'like that? yeah?'

'so good, darling. so pretty for me'

he knows it drives you even more crazy too, loving the way you clench around him. the softness of his voice, the way he's got you wrapped around him, it's almost too much for you. and when you respond breathlessly or whiny, he chuckles softly. not mockingly, no he's just so endeared by you.

and when everything's done, he's so attentive and you both take such good care of each other. he cleans you up while you do the same for him, bringing snacks and water for you both to share. there's blush on his cheeks when he lays next to you, you smiling fondly at him. he runs his fingers through your hair while you trace light patterns on his skin, both of you relishing in the silent comfort and warmth the other brings.

[22-autumn]

mackiah mercer x gn!reader | wc: 384 | no content warning, all fluff !

[7:00] the snowfall was something out of a movie; thick layers covering the concrete sidewalk, protecting you both from the ice. your snow boots crunched over mackia’s larger footprints. you weren’t exactly sure why he wanted to take you outside in weather below freezing, but for him you’d do anything.

“kiah, we’ve been walking for 5 minutes; my nose is almost numb.” you crossed your eyes in an attempt to look at your tingling nose. every time you scrunched it up, it would take a second to go back in place. you weren’t sure anymore if you were still following a direct path, or if your boyfriend had somehow gotten you both lost late at night, in the middle of a snow storm.

“i promise we’re almost there.” his hand gripped tighter on yours. despite the layers of gloves, the heat from his palms seemed to still radiate onto you. no matter how cold it was, mackiah was always like a sun that kept you warm.

after what felt like an eternity walking through the falling snow, mackiah finally stopped, bringing you to a clearing between trees. “i never experienced a snow storm back home. australia’s way too warm.” the moonlight shone down between the clouds, and dimly lit up his face as he spoke.

“so you had to bring me with you?”

“well—” he cut himself off, licking his chapped lips, “i heard it’s really romantic to slow dance in the snow.” mackiah pulled his hand away and reached for his phone in his pocket. he slipped off his wool gloves and suddenly, unforgettable by nat king cole played from his speakers. “my parents told me about a trip they took to iceland, and they danced to this song together when they got snowed in.”

mackiah reached for both of your hands after slipping his phone back into his coat pocket (which only slightly muffled the volume) and putting back on his gloves. he pulled you close to his chest, and moved your hands to his shoulders, as he moved his to your waist.

you couldn’t help but smile. your boyfriend, ever the romantic, pulled you through a snowstorm just to dance with you. a gesture that kept your heart warm despite the freezing cold. “mackiah mercer, you really are an unforgettable love.”

[sleepychenle]

wc: 384. genre: crack, humor. tags: bf!haechan, idol au (but it doesnt really matter). [a/n]: last one of my reposts!! masterlist

haechan yelps as you punch him.

“i wasn’t even that harsh” you say laughing. “why did you have to, though?” he pouts.

you point to the car that you guys just passed. “see that car?” he nods with a frown. “if you see a yellow car like that one you have to hit the person you’re with bef- HEY let me finish!” you say as you feel him throw a punch to your side. he laughs, now waiting for you to continue.

“you have to hit the person before they do it. i already did so you can’t just punch me for that one. wait for another yellow car.” you say serious.

he lets out an “oh” followed by a guilty smile while he scratches the back of his neck. you flash him a fake smile narrowing your eyes.

little did you know… the silly game you used to play with your brother and now with haechan, was going to turn into a play fight between the dreamies.

you all are now walking to the park. each one of them in groups of two, trying to beat each other first.

“AH fuck- stop already” you can hear jisung’s whines and chenle’s laughter. the younger one squirming even when there’s not yellow cars at sight, he’s traumatized at this point.

“that’s not even a car” renjun says to mark in disbelief. “yeah but bikes don’t have an engine, so if the biker has a yellow shirt it counts” mark smiles while renjun can’t put up with his nonsense. then mark proceeds to hit him when a motorbike passes by “YOU ARE NOT PLAYING FAIR!”

jeno didn’t even agree on playing. but jaemin still kept going. so he had to join him. they ended up having perfect timing. their hands meeting every time they tried to hit each other. that’s what you would call good luck.

and in the back of the long line of people screaming remained haechan and you, looking at the mess you guys started. “what have we done... i told you we shouldn’t have showed them that game” you sighed as you both kept walking behind them.

“hey, at least they’re entertained right?” he bumps your side with his arm. “you sound like their dad” you chuckle. “weren’t we their parents?” he says with a mischievous smile.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

fem boxer!plus size reader, wc: 384.

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | so, i did in fact resurrect myself so i could write this because i have been fucking obsessed with boxer/fighter!au's recently and i couldn't get spencer with a boxing partner (though they aren't dating in this fic because friends to lovers ofc!) i hope you guys like it!!

Spencer hears the murmurs before he actually sees you.

He understands that you probably appear crazy strolling into a government building looking the way you do, but he had asked you to visit him during his lunch break, so the staring was partially his fault.

You approach his desk with a busted lip and a black eye - as well as the sickening yellow bruise on your soft cheek - a toothpick nestled between your teeth, adorning an all-gray jumpsuit that was too big for your body and a duffel bag slung across your chest, the strap digging into the material. Clasped in your right hand was the takeout he had asked you to grab beforehand.

Spencer had said your name with a small smile, grabbing a rolling chair from an empty desk and settling it right next to his. 

“Hey,” He said softly as you sat down with a pained grunt and a slight wince. “Hi.” Spencer was used to your curtness, taking the bag out of your hand so he could get the eating situation set up.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it to your match yesterday.” He said with a pout, handing you the plastic covered fork. You wave him off, “It’s fine. The bitch got me good.” That made him smile. “Did you win?” His question caused a smirk to tug at the edge of your lips, “Of course I did.”

He pursed his lips, nodding to himself. “Good.”

“My offer still stands about training you, Spence.” You say before taking a bite of your food, and he notices how slow you’re chewing. “It would be beneficial for you to have that extra strength. If you just let me talk to my coach I’m sure I’d be able to get you in for free.” He shakes his head.

“I know, and I appreciate the offer, but with my job I don’t think I’d be able to commit to you, you know? Plus, I really don’t need any added stress… no offense!” You smile a bit. “It’s cool, I get it. As long as you know it’s there, I’m cool.”

“Good… plus I would pay anyway.”

“Do you want me to whoop your ass?”

That pulls a hearty laugh out of him, the man completely oblivious to the attention that he had garnered.

© ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused .ᐟ

[mrschristensen]

No Nut November - 69ing with James Kelly

NNN Masterlist

WARNINGS: smut/sexual content (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!), female s/o, dom James/sub s/o, 69ing, pining/mentions of pining prior, a little angsty at parts?, praise, pet names/name calling (baby), slight cum play (ish?), lmk if I missed any!

synopsis: After many years of craving what he couldn't have, he finally gets to have the love of his life in his arms once more.

WC: 384 words

"Oh fuck," James breathes out as she takes his cock into her mouth, simultaneously working her clit. How they got here, though, was all a blur, going by so fast they barely even registered what was even happening.

It all started out with Frankie's release from prison. He was absolutely pissed when he saw his brother in his backyard, but they eventually calmed down and decided to go for a drink. When they did, they vibed a little, Frankie living it up with some random prostitutes. However, someone specific had caught James's eye.

It was his high school sweetheart, the one he still very much loved. When Frankie got into legal trouble, he cut all ties of communication with everyone: Including her. But now, years later after their graduation, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw those all too familiar features. She hadn't changed a bit.

He fought up the courage to go over to her, and they eventually went over to a better lit area. When she fully saw his face, she had instantly recognized him too. It was desperate how long they were in each other's arms embracing, saying sorry at least a million times over and trying to explain themselves. But now, they were having the time of their lives.

"Missed you," he growls as he wraps his lips around her sensitive pearl, making her moan a bit louder than she had before. It was music to his ears, a sound he had so desperately craved to hear again for the past few years.

"Missed you too," she managed to get out from around his length (though obviously muffled), gagging a bit occasionally on his cock.

"Takin' it like a champ, baby," he praised in a whisper, feeling himself and her as well nearing their orgasms. They were unable to control themselves around each other, and it was absolutely intoxicating yet agonizing at the same time.

They came in unison, coating each other's faces in their fluids. As they came down they simply held each other, reveling in the moment and finally being reunited once more. What he knew for certain now, though, was that he wasn't going to let her slip through his fingers so easily; no, not even that. He wasn't going to let her go ever again.

[mgghoney]

pairing// matthew gray gubler and reader || wc// 384

summary// homesick, quiet calls

"What if I took a shot for every single edit of me you've just sent me?"

"You'll get alcohol poisoning." You hum. "I'm surprised I only had 28 tiktoks of you saved."

"Only? Didn't it go back up today?"

"It did, but since my account was a cross-border one, I can't access my app." You hum. "my friend had to send me edits by uploading to imgur."

"Now that's funny." He laughs. "I'll send you a google drive in a bit, will you save them for me?"

"You old man." You hum. "What is it?"

"The film."

"Oh, so I don't get it back now?"

"I went home."

"Ah. Got homesick?"

"Yeah."

"I." You pause. "I miss home."

"I know you do."

"I always do." You hum, tapping your nail against the wood of your desk quietly. "Class starts in the morning."

"And you're ready?"

"I'm almost done. I think that comforts me." you pause. "do you ever consider moving back?"

"I think I'm blessed enough to feel at home where I usually am."

"Mm." You tap your desk quietly, humming. "I've been considering it."

"Well, if you save me a room—"

"You'll come visit." You laugh. "I'd love to have you in my childhood home."

"I'd love to visit."

"Maybe you can help me put the trampoline back together."

"I'd love to." He hums. "Will it fit us both?"

"Hopefully. It fit me the last time I was on it and I haven't grown since." You tap your chin. "But then again, it might be a six foot one?"

"You don't know?"

"No. It was there when we got the house." You hum. "Everyone who used to bounce on it with me are now no longer part of my life."

"Then we can replace those memories." Matt hums. "With new ones."

"I hope you're part of those."

"I will be as long as you let me."

"And then I can show you the bubble tea place my friend really likes." You laugh.

"Will you let me treat you?"

"If you'd like to."

"To pay you back for that first cup you got me."

"I thought we were beyond those formalities."

"It's not a formality to me."

"If it'll bring a little more of the sun into my life, then of course."

"Then please."

[revasserium]

Hey, Rain, happy birthday!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

For your 30 under 30[0] drabble event, I'd like to request Love and Deepspace Zayne x reader! Like, we all know how much of a sweets lover Zayne is, so let's say there's a pastries/sweets exhibit happening in Linkon and he's gonna be in heaven lmao. Banter, Zayne's signature snark™️, and MC recording everything because Zayne is so cute haha god, he's so charming 😭

rain's b-day event!

sugar rush

zayne; fluff

“C’mon, look at the camera!”

Zayne sighs, adjusting his glasses with a finger before glancing towards you.

“Ridiculous,” he remarks as you laugh, shoving a tiny camera in his face before swinging the shot wide to capture the large exhibition hall.

“Don’t be mean — you promised you’d help me build my vlog channel!” you say, aiming the camera the giant banner of the annual Linkon Fantastic Flavors Convention.

“I said I didn’t think it was a terrible idea,” Zayn concedes.

“Same thing,” you say, looping an arm through his, “plus, everyone knows you love sweets.”

“Oh really.”

“Yeah, really! Your sweet-tooth is famous online.” You grin cheekily as he narrows his eyes, color slowly seeping into his cheeks as he stares at you for a moment longer before sighing.

“Let me guess,” he says, shaking you off as the pair of you wander towards the dessert aisle, “you made a post.”

You hum, pointing your camera first at this and then at that, distracted by the hundreds of vendors displaying their delicate sugar-spun wares.

“I might’ve… made one or two posts.”

“Or five or ten,” Zayne amends, even as he pauses at booth behind which a pretty girl is offering passersby samples of chocolate eclairs.

“Please, take your pick!” she insists, motioning to the wide array.

You point the camera towards the eclairs before panning up to Zayne’s face, his expression one of utmost concentration. The moment he notices you filming though, he reaches out to snatch at the camera — the shot goes wide, and there’s the distinct sounds of a tussle.

A moment later, the shot refocuses itself onto your face, a smear of cream at the edge of your lips as Zayne’s voice says from somewhere behind the shot —

“So, how does it taste?”

You lick at your lips, flushing as you glare up at the camera, “Would’ve tasted better if you didn’t shove it down my throat!”

“Really? Let me have a taste.”

Your muffled mfph! of surprise barely registers before Zayne pulls back, licking his lips as the camera stabilizes, this time aimed back at his face. He casts you one last amused look before turning back towards the vast aisle —

“Still not as sweet as you.”

final wc: 384 || be part of my taglist!

[steddie-island]

Warm

@strangerthingswritersguild day 9: Praise Rating: E | WC: 384 | Tags: Soft dom Eddie Munson, sub Steve Harrington, cockwarming Divider credit

Eddie's fingers scratched idly through Steve's hair, smoothing it away from his face. "You're doing so good, sweetheart," he murmured. He brushed a thumb over Steve's cheek, then moved to wipe the spit that dribbled from between his lips.

"You're always so good. My good beautiful boy, aren't you?"

Steve pressed his cheek into Eddie's thigh and swallowed around the cock in his throat. There was a desperation in his eyes, a hunger to be wanted, needed, to be useful and take care of his partner. Warming Eddie's cock gave him all of that and then some, made it easy to quiet the voices in the back of his mind.

"You love me so well. Take such good care of me." Eddie brushed the hair behind Steve's ear and caressed his throat. There was an answering hunger in his own gaze at the way Steve swallowed beneath the touch.

"Made for me, weren't you?"

Steve nodded, pressed even closer, until he had his arms around Eddie's leg, further anchoring himself right where he belonged.

"I love you," Eddie said. "I love how much you love me, Steve. You know there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, don't you?"

The answer was another low whine, a slightly harder suck. Eddie. He was made for Eddie, not to have just any cock filling his mouth. Not to have just anyone petting his hair and dropping sweet words that soothed something inside of him that had been broken long before he first heard the name Eddie Munson.

Before he met the man he was sure was the reason the sun rose and set every day. The missing part of his soul.

Eddie told him not to talk like that, but Steve couldn't help it. Eddie was his everything.

"My beautiful boy." Eddie petted down his back, then stroked back up to his neck. If Steve could purr, he would be doing it then.

He couldn't, though, so instead Eddie felt the wet of his tears against his skin.

"Let go, Steve. Let go. I've got you."

Steve took a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, and let himself slump more fully against Eddie's leg. He sank deeper into the fog of his mind, into the scent of Eddie's soap and the warmth of his skin.

[bradleysass]

Mine - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 384

Evan had never been one for dramatics. He found them exhausting, unnecessary. But Barty—Barty lived for it. He thrived in chaos, fed on destruction like it was his lifeblood, and when it came to Evan, he became something even worse. Something territorial. Something insatiable.

The first time it happened, Evan barely batted an eye. They were at a dingy pub, the kind that reeked of stale beer and bad decisions. Some fool, too drunk or too stupid to read the warning signs, had leaned in too close. A hand on Evan’s arm, a smirk, a whisper meant to be enticing. It never went further than that because Barty had been there.

There had been no hesitation. No slow build of tension. Just a sharp snap—Barty’s fingers twisted in the collar of the stranger’s shirt, a vicious snarl peeling his lips back.

“He’s mine.”

The words had been punctuated by the sickening crunch of bone as Barty slammed the man’s face into the nearest table. Evan hadn’t even flinched. He only sighed, setting down his drink as the pub erupted into shouts and chaos.

He didn’t bother asking Barty if it was necessary. The answer would have been a lazy smirk and an unapologetic shrug.

That was how Barty was. How he had always been.

And Evan? Evan let him.

—

“Barty, you can’t kill every person who looks at me,” Evan drawled, fingers idly playing with the collar of his own shirt as he leaned against the counter. The dim light of their flat cast sharp shadows over Barty’s face, highlighting the flicker of something dark and dangerous in his eyes.

Barty grinned, slow and sharp. “Can’t I?”

Evan arched a brow. “No.”

Barty tilted his head, stepping closer. He didn’t stop until he was flush against Evan, hands bracketing his waist, pressing him into the counter. The warmth of his breath ghosted over Evan’s lips.

“I don’t like sharing,” Barty murmured, his voice deceptively soft, laced with an edge that sent a shiver down Evan’s spine. His fingers curled, gripping Evan’s hips, firm enough to bruise.

Evan smirked. “That much is obvious.”

Barty leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Evan’s mouth. “Then don’t make me remind you.”

Evan’s smirk widened, but he didn’t push Barty away.

He never did.

[madeofmydreams]

Ully’s May Reading Log

I spend entirely too much time reading and have catalogued the experience for the month of May. I’m making a post because my friend @ice-mage does this and reading books he’s recommended is always a delight.

Totals for works read to completion in the month of May: 32 works (7 fic and 25 original). ~2,575,000 words / 9,199 pages. 2 rereads.

Best:

Tied for 1st:

We Were Never Lovers by Sasha Avice [wc ~98k pc 325]

Rated: Adore

Summary: When Aboriginal footballer Sean Hiller wakes up in the hospital he’s confused and put out that everyone seems to think his good for nothing white boy teammate Jack Reaver is his bestie. He’s missing the last two years of his life though and when it’s time for discharge Jack is the only person available to keep an eye on him at home so he guesses he can tolerate him for a little bit.

My Personal Thoughts: We were never lovers takes amnesia and somehow makes it completely believable. The characters are real and messy and not always likeable but I rooted for them anyway. It deals with the intersection of race and ethnicity. With grief and isolation. With what happens when you believe it's all just understood and then you realize no actually... they didn't know you love them.

Meet Me in the Sky by Jeffery K Davenport [wc ~98k pc 324]

Rated: Adore

Summary: Billy is on his way to be the best man-of-honor his little sister could possibly ask for. He is perfectly organized and perfectly packed and he’s prepared to not think at all about his ex-husband thank you very much. Leaving his phone in his uber is a minor inconvenience that cascades into a hilarious chain of events.

My Personal Thoughts: This story is so well written. It’s hysterical and poignant. I love that it features 2 queer black men. Billy and Michael are great. The writing reminds me of Fredrik Backman. The only bits of the story that I didn’t like were some minor inconsistencies (at one point they go to buy toothbrushes and toothpaste but never complete the purchase, then later when they kiss Billy thinks about how Michael is minty. How? No toothcare has happened!) Also Billy mentions being a bit concerned about money but he spends money like someone who isn’t all that concerned about money… It’s the second book Jeffery Davenport has written (I read it first) and it’s better than his first one so I really look forward to whatever he publishes next.

Tied for 3rd:

A Spell for Heart Sickness by Alistair Reeves [wc ~99k pc 330]

Rated: Love/Adore

Summary: Briar is a flamboyant witch who is just finishing up school and is about to start his residency. He’s an orphan *and* ailing from a terminal curse so he has to work twice as hard as his peers to make his mark but he’s clever and kind and determined to become something great before the curse does him in.

My Personal Thoughts: This story is both cozy and high stakes. I loved the magic system. I loved Briar. I loved that Briar is a dumb genius and that the prophesies he experiences just make it harder for him to live his life.

You & Me by Tal Bauer [wc ~115k pc 384]

Rated: Love/Adore

Summary: Single dad Luke just wants to find a way to connect to his teenaged son, he wasn’t planning to become best friends with another one of the dads that helps out at Last Waters High School football games. Sometimes things you don’t plan for can be good though.

My Personal Thoughts: While You&Me is 40 year old single dads friends to lovers it's also soooooo much more than that. The father son relationships are nuanced and painful and just so good. There's religious trauma and grief. I laughed aloud at least 5 times while reading it.

Worst:

The Ballerino and the Biker by Rebecca James

Rated: Side Eye

Summary: A wealthy boy named Morgan has been training as a ballet dancer in Italy for years and returns to NYC for the funeral of his estranged older brother after which he is kidnapped by a motorcycle gang.

My Personal Thoughts: If this book was a loaf of bread it would be both burned and still doughy. There are soooo many things happening. Morgan’s ballet for instance. Why is he studying in Milan? I think just because it sounds fancy tbh. Of the best ballet schools in the world 2 are located in NYC. There are 2 in Russia, one in London, one in Paris, one in Australia… Then there’s Morgan’s money. He inherited a multimillion(billion?) dollar real estate empire when his parents died a few years back and he doesn’t want to run it but he doesn’t want to sell it and he’s only getting reports from a single person with the company. There’s the storyline of his brother’s death and his brother’s motorcycle club which straddles the line of legality. None of these stories was fully explored and all of them were overdramatic. I haven’t even scraped the surface.

Runners up for Best Read:

Real Fine Line by Lumifern on Ao3 [wc 132k pc ~ 440.]

Rated: love

Summary: This is a RoyEd Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction. After the Promised Day Ed doesn’t resign from the military and instead stays on to help Mustang make Fuhrer.

Personal Thoughts: I loved how much it felt like a continuation of the original story. The political intrigue was on point. The way in which Ed and Roy become life lines for each other felt organic and inevitable.

Season’s Change by Cait Nary [wc ~113k pg 377]

Rated: Love (The only book I read twice this month.)

This is a queer hockey romance novel that includes: and they were roommates, a bit of an age gap, being in the closet, mutual pining, severe anxiety, and a stunning bi-awakening.

Summary: Olly was traded after his roommate on his previous team found out he was gay and reacted badly. Olly hasn’t left fight or flight mode since. At his new team management has paired him to room with a rookie named Benji who’d been coming up through the development league and has proven he’s a golden retriever in human form.

Personal thoughts: My favorite things about this book were; the depictions of Olly’s anxiety which felt accurate and real, and the delightful way in which Benji after having fooled around with multiple guys in his life realizes, “Oh!? Maybe I’m not straight???” which mirrors my own life experience entirely too closely. *laughing*

Kings Rising by C.S. Pacat

Rated: Love

Summary: This is the 3rd book in a trilogy and you definitely have to read the first two. In general the setup is that there are two crown princes of neighboring rival kingdoms that have been at both active and cold war for a decade or so. The main character Damen (crown prince of Akielos) gets kidnapped and then given as a slave to the rival crown prince Laurent of Vere. In this book there are sweeping battles and political maneuvering as well as tentative trust, heartbreak, and pining.

My Personal Thoughts: This series is really good but it contains so much sexual violence and non-consent that it was also really hard to read particularly for the first book. It does pay off and it is very well crafted but it’s dark. If you’re in the mood for something angsty and you’ve got the time for 1,015 pages you should go for it.

Tough Guy by Rachel Reid [wc ~94k pc 312]

Rating: Love

Summary: Ryan is a massive hockey player who’s job on the ice is to rough guys up if they damage the more talented players so he fights even though he hates it. He’s the kind of player who’s been on more teams than he’s played seasons of hockey and he truly just needs to be loved on. He’s starting over with a new team when he runs into his first crush from high school while picking up his meds at the pharmacy.

Personal Thoughts: This story is absolutely adorable and I think it would resonate with anyone who experiences body dysphoria and or negative self-talk. Watching Ryan become someone he likes is healing on the soul level.

*A primmer for my rating system. I’ve chosen not to use stars just because if I did I would want to rate solid books as 5 stars and then would have nowhere to go whenever I encountered those blue moon books that are beyond solid and will live rent free until I forget them because I’m 93 and have dementia. My system this month has gone like so:

DNF – I couldn’t read this for whatever reason.

Awful – I finished this and it was a problem in at least 7 ways

Side Eye – I finished this and it was a problem in at least 5 ways.

Eh – I finished this and it was a problem in 1 to 3 ways

Like – I finished this and it wasn’t brilliant but I enjoyed it.

Really Like – I enjoyed this book. It didn’t have any major flaws but I probably wouldn’t recommend it to anyone.

Love – This book made me feel deeply and will be worth reading again. If the description interests you it is definitely worth your time

Adore – This book is the absolute Crème of the crop. I will be buying copies to give to my friends.