#very slowly but I'm savouring every word

[oro-e-diamanti]

it will never matter what I try or manage to write, I will always look at other people's writing styles and wish I had theirs instead and that's very ungrateful of me

#currently it's foxy because I'm catching up on her latest fic #very slowly because I want to savour every word #and try not to get mad at myself in between

[emsvertigo]

Be My Angel ⋆·˚ ༘ *

"holding on to you, holding on to me, holding on tight 'till my love is crossed."

summary & genre — fluff. a slow morning wake up with paul, perhaps it'll bring confessions of love.

warnings — mentions of pregnancy, sexual references, brief descriptions of death & injury, me being in love with paul

character & pairings — paul atreides x fem!reader

word count — 2.4k

a/n — this is a bit of a shorter fic than the others I'm planning as i'm trying to get back into the swing of writing after so long! i couldn't resist writing this about paul as i have fallen back in love with one of my favourite characters. i hope you all enjoy! <3

find my masterlist here!

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You awoke to his fingertips drifting their way across your frame, peppering the freckles and moles on your skin with smooth motions. His calloused fingers were careful not to apply heavy pressure, ghosting along your body, in fear of disturbing your slumber, something he had subconsciously accomplished.

The sunlight was trickling through the sheer curtains, material floating in the warm breeze that the Arrakis air had blessed you with. Shimmers of gold danced their way into the cascade of blankets that shrouded the two intertwined bodies in a covering of comfort. The tangled mess of limbs beneath the protective silk sheets radiated warmth, something that was in plentiful supply in the desert world. The bustle of groups in the courtyard below the haven where you rested began to rise in volume as your ears adapted to the surroundings.

You moaned sincerely, exhaling for as long as your lungs would psychically allow without a cough erupting from your throat. Your eyes slowly open in a drunkenly sleepy state, the sunlight from outside temporarily overwhelming your perception of the world for a moment, squeezing your eyes shut while your body lets out a whine of a yawn. You stirred, flushing your hips and rear against the build behind you, Paul breathed deeply in response sending tingles up your neck and into your thoughts.

His warm hands continued their travels around your body, wrapping their way around your shoulders to hold you close. You found your lips turning in a delirious smile, as you imagined the drowsy figure of devotion behind you, nestled against your warmth and the pillows behind him. Your back pressed into his chest as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, a careful whisper falling from his lips; “I did not mean to wake you.”

He tenderly planted a kiss against the skin that lay there, softly rubbing his cheek against the blemishes decorated along your skin, soaking in your very human spirit. You feel the curve of his jaw drift along your nape as his gentle, slow, kisses make their way along your neck, breathing in every inch of your scent he could take. You moaned in response, opening your eyes totally this time, your body used to the sudden shock of being alive.

“I’m glad you did.” You responded, your voice still groggy, clinging to the last linger of your immobile delicate state. You lay, basking in the calmness that enveloped your being, gently sneaking one of your hands along the front of your nightgown, careful not to disturb Paul’s peaceful position, as you brought a finger up to itch at your eye. His warm breath hummed into your neck in response, your heartbeat aching for him once more. A breath fell from your lips as he held you tightly, taking in the moment as he merged your bodies together into one tenderness engulfed by his power and strength. You savoured the moment like a sip of sweet wine after a hectic meeting, swirling the droplets of love like rivers of drink.

The room around you bathed in your tranquillity. You found your legs moving with your newfound sense of cognition, intertwined in your lover’s frame. The pools of light from the arched windows gushed down the side of the windowsill, soaking the bed and the corner of the room in a stunning haze of molten gold, almost blurry from the waves of blistering heat. The light reflected beautifully off the bed frame, dripping down the carved animal shapes etched within the golden slab, blinding your gaze as your eyelids fluttered. You breathed in, a wave of zesty air running through your nostrils, cleansing the inner workings of your mind with the very soul of the planet.

As you took your sudden breath, you felt Paul's hold shift beneath you under the weight of your slight movement. You seized the moment, taking advantage of his sudden loose grip, adjusting your position and surrendering the window for a better more perfect view. Paul followed your movements as if you were conjoined in thought, his strong arms instinctively enveloping your back, holding you close against his chest in a protective embrace, even though there were no instantaneous threats nearby. You felt his heartbeat slow against your chest, steady and reassuring, his bare skin shining in the light.

As you now faced him, you couldn't help the smile that thrived on your lips, taking in the sight of your betrothed so close. The boy you once knew had transformed into a man before your eyes, a thought which made your heart ache in the face of growing up, leaving adolescence behind. His jawline was more defined, leaving pudgyness behind him, cheekbones higher and his features so handsome and distinguished. A real Duke's son. You felt a sudden rush of rich emotion as your hand traced its fingertips along the side of his jaw, marvelling at how he had grown and changed. His eyes quivered with the sudden light pressure of your skin against his bones.

“Hello.” You beamed softly, his features soaked in the glitter of gold, sparkling along his face and drooping down his perfect nose. The side of his lips began to upturn with a small smile, a flash of his crooked teeth blessing your vision for the smallest second before they were covered by his beautifully pink lips. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed your way, eyelids almost fighting to stay open, threatening to close because of your close proximity. His hair, messier than usual, fell in delicate strands around his face, framing the perfect bone structure laying there, his cheeks hugging the curls close to his flushed skin.

“Hi.” He breathed, the air fanning across your face as he left a short kiss on your nose, lingering for a moment longer than needed before retreating back to face you. Your heart fluttered, still slightly dozy, but ever so alert for your man. Your special, special, man.

The relationship between you two hadn't sprung up overnight, it had been a cocktail of emotions dancing in the embers of a powerful childhood friendship. However, every subject, noble, royal, or warrior thought the former, that your relationship had been a strategised plan by two houses in desperate need of strength. The concerns of your emotions had been thrown in a heap in favour of their taled hearsay, sheltering your true desires for one other behind a mask of misleading plot and scheme.

From the moment you had first met Paul, soft cheeks that burned deep crimson, green eyes that shone like emeralds in inquiring and thoughtful gaze, baby fat still hanging from his frame, you had known he would be yours. You had taken his hand, being the older of the duo, and whisked him through the castle grounds in which your residence was kept. You documented how he had blushed when your finger outlined his hand when trying to imitate your mother's palm reading practices, thinking it hilarious when he had goggled at you in disbelief when you had told him his death was nigh, throwing your head back, laughing at your own foolishness. You didn't know it then, too sheltered by the shadows of youth and innocence to understand the burning ache that overpowered your every meeting with the delicate boy.

Although caught in the memory, you pondered how these feelings had never been addressed between the two of you. Only acted upon in burning frenzies, unmarried and improper. The naked warmth laying beside you, arms holding you close, was a byproduct of one of these moments. Parents and advisers oblivious to the intense lust you two harboured for one other.

“Did you sleep well?” He pondered, retreating to face you, his eyes darting from eye to eye unable to focus on one, desperate to take in all your features at once. The shimmering green of his eyes almost opaque in the light, shining a shade of hazel into the retinas.

“I did.” You smiled, recollecting the dream that flooded your mind when nestled in between the pillows and Paul’s figure. How real it had felt, “I dreamt of you.”

He hummed in response, as your hands continued their journey along his beautiful jaw, the stubble of manhood ghosting over your fingers as a reminder of his age. The dream had been simple, a premonition, a glimpse into the future of you and your sweet boy.

The sand beneath your feet had glimmered, Spice dancing over the sunburnt dune in which you had been perched. Paul looked different, older, wiser, almost an image of his father, standing proud and bold against the Arrakis rays. His frame was larger as if he had started taking his role as sole heir to his house's name seriously, the unquestionable probability that his father may not be alive forever finally sinking into his mind. He wore a Fremen stillsuit, fitting him like a glove and hugging his newfound larger muscles in a promiscuous yet savage way. Your hands had interlocked as you looked out into the vast desert, your body also adorning a suit of a similar nature, modified presumably by Paul to fit your frame and protect your body's water, storing it for later consumption. A small tent village was buried in the sandy dip below you both, lights and laughter emulating in the dying sun.

When your fingers had interlocked Paul turned to face you, the difference in his features striking you. His hair was longer, as though it hadn't been cut for a few months. The curls still framed his face, which was now older and worn, blemishes patterning the skin from work in the daylight, the planet consuming his once delicate and prince-like qualities. Small wrinkles lined his face, and his mouth turned up in a small treasuring gin, the corners of his eyes creasing in a look of eternal gratitude. But his eyes.

Oh, his eyes. Plunged into the deepest pool of oceanic blue, the colour reaching all across the sclera of his optics, swimming in his iris like a monumental wave on Caladan. A trademark of the Fremen, indigenous people of Arrakis, a sign that he, even you both, had been in their company for a period. He had drawn you in for a kiss, closing his eyes and pressing your lips together softly. One of his hands had gradually reached down the front of your suit, landing carefully on your stomach as if you may break of fragility.

"How is she?" He had whispered, the tube in his nose directing filtered air into his lungs, a massive smile now plastered across his face. You looked down to the small bump in your suit, peaking out in a reminder that you were his forever, and your family was about to start growing.

At this sentence you had awoken, your precious lover’s hands roaming around your arms and as you faced him now, you allowed yourself to smile, a wide preposterous smile.

"Why are you grinning?" He pondered, his hands rubbing along your back. "Was the dream that good, perhaps a premonition?"

A sudden urge ravaged through your body at the sight of him, the gentle sound of his voice. Perhaps the dream had made you hormonal, the thought of pregnancy clouding your judgement in a flash of beautiful white light. Your heart soured, the beating now frantic in your ears, tiredness dripping from your brain as it filtered its way out of your consciousness. For the first time in what felt like years, you were thinking clearly. The flash of the tomorrow, speeding through time at a pace unimaginable to those lacking your incredible power, the Bene Gesserit bloodline rushing through your veins, a path which you could have easily chosen, but instead preferred your heart. The adoration you harboured for this young man, his hair messy, was enough to make your sanity blank.

"I love you." The confession dripped from your lips, carrying the weight of an over decade-long friendship shattering with it. Most would ponder, question, how the friendship was not ruined when Paul first carried you to his room, your arms wrapped around his neck as you planted small drunk kisses against his sweaty skin. The breathless gasps and tender touches could not be shared between friends, mere friends did not know what it felt like to bed each other, bound eternally by an action you frantically clasped when you were mere late teenagers. How, when he came of age, you found yourself laying in these very sheets, starkly bare before his lean figure.

The words hung in the air the two of you shared, your heart beating tighter and quicker than it ever had before, thumping in the back of your mind as you impatiently awaited his reaction. Yet, Paul did not flinch, did not squirm when the three words left your breath in a tiny whisper, barely audible. His eyes maintained their movements between your two visions, still unable and frustrated that he could not drink your very body immediately, he believed it would be more deadly than the Water of Life, it would destroy his very being from the inside out with the amount of admiration he felt within his gut.

He brought his figure forward, interlocking his lips with yours, needy for your taste against his tongue. Your hands scratched down the side of his cheeks, trying your hardest to pull, engulf, him in your worship. You were suddenly reminded of your premonition, the blink into the future, his lips feeling the same as they would then. The thing that would return the man with you now to you at any moment, his love returned you to your shared youth, his palm against your hand as you read his future. But now you saw it, you saw it oh so clearly, and his mortal peril was your last concern when you had him so vulnerable, only yours until the stars exploded into supernova and the planet's moons crashed into the sands.

When he pulled away, his hands retracted from your back to cup your cheeks, running his thumb along the underside of your eye, removing a piece of sleep under his tender grasp. As your proximity caused your breaths to mingle, he answered your statement, the words dripping like saccharine from his tongue. Your sweet boy.

"I love you."

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[holybibly]

Omg 6th of april is my birthday!! It would be fun to have your fic as a present but I'm also very impatient and I'd read your fic right away if you were to post it on monday

Oh, baby, I just couldn't resist making you happy. Something spicy and tasty for my April Bunny.

You had been in this position for a long time—the thick red threads burning through your delicate skin as you hung like a beautiful work of art in the middle of the sumptuous imperial chambers. Creating his own unique erotic pattern of pleasure and pain, the Emperor personally tightened every intricate knot on your body. The line between these sensations was too blurry in your mind for there to be any separation. Behind the tightly closed golden doors of the Emperor's chambers, no one would ever know. You were in his power, belonging to him alone - vulnerable and subservient - just as he wanted you to be.

San was humming softly as he walked around you, examining you from head to toe in the manner of a predator studying his prey. You could feel the weight and hardness of his dark gaze on your naked body, but that wasn't enough for San - he wanted to skin you and get to your very soul, peeling away layer after layer of luxurious, silky flesh. He leaned in closer to you and looked at the nasty, blood-red marks left by the intricately woven threads, the jagged, blackened lines that were digging into your skin. It was a strange act of the power he had over you: This is mine, I say this wordlessly. 

You were in pain, the tight ropes wrapped around your body like the most elaborate and exquisite torture. Yet your heart was pounding in your chest with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. You tried to calm your breathing, afraid of upsetting Emperor San with your behaviour. Otherwise, instead of leaving his chamber as a 'golden' concubine, your corpse would be carried out of here in the morning.

"You are so beautiful..." He whispered as he ran his fingers over your face, his touch fleeting and too light for you to be able to savour it to the full. Nothing could have prepared you for the hard, sharp slap that landed on your bottom, causing a short cry to escape your throat. You trembled. The Emperor had kept you here for so long, toying with you like a cat with a mouse. 

San would dig his nails into your skin, leaving behind rough, possessive scratches that would make you squirm and writhe in your exquisite rope cage. San's moods were always too unpredictable - loving you, hating you, wanting to fuck you one moment, wanting to chop your head off the next. It was a real surprise when you were invited to his chambers tonight, because you could never tell what he wanted. But you knew that word had probably got around - you have a taste for pain. Just like him.

San pulled on one of the many red ropes and lifted you higher into the air, causing your posture to change to a horizontal position. His hand cupped your chin and lifted your head so that you were looking into his eyes. 

He ran his tongue slowly over your plump lower lip, tilting your head to the side in an almost childish motion, as if considering the possibilities of what he wanted to do to you. You sobbed, not knowing how much longer you would be able to endure the Emperor's game.

"Don't move, love." San murmured, the hoarse, guttural sound of his voice vibrating against your skin. He leaned against you again, and this time he kissed you hard on the mouth. The kiss was dirty and wet, but so hot that it made you feel like you were burning up. 

The Emperor's golden silk robe falls to the floor and spreads out at his feet, exposing his chiseled body as San slides his silk trousers down his thighs and pulls out his hard, thick cock; on his massive girth, the veins are clearly visible, as are drops of shiny pre-cum on the swollen head. 

The seductive sight makes you lick your lips and open your mouth to receive the Emperor's cock, but instead of a treat, you get a sharp slap in the face. It stings, but it is worth it for the little sparks of excitement that spread across your flushed skin from the blow.

"You'll have to ask for permission, my love." San snarls, clenching his fingers tightly around your chin. 

"Please, my Emperor. Please..." Your voice trembles, either from the cold air that fills the Emperor's chambers or from the anticipation of pleasure.

San's lips curve into a devilish grin as he strokes the head of his cock over your lips, coating them with a viscous, clear liquid before sliding it into your waiting, warm mouth. He groans quietly as you circle the head of his cock with your tongue, stroking the velvety skin and capturing the bitter pre-cum in your mouth. 

"Good girl..." He purrs as he tangles his fingers in your long, black hair. Your exquisite hairstyle has long since been turned into a disheveled mess. 

San pushes his cock deeper into your mouth until the thick head rests against the back of your throat. You swallow, letting him push deeper. He hisses as he grabs a tighter hold of the strands of your hair and pulls on them a little, making you moan and sending vibrations up and down the length of his cock.

"Do it again, sweetheart." San orders as he pulls your mouth down the length of his massive cock until your nose is pressed against the hot skin of his pubic. You do as you're told and swallow around him again, the walls of your throat clenching delightfully as you try to hold his thick cock captive in your hot throat.

"Fuck." The Emperor's voice is like a big cat's as his hips begin to move—rough and deep thrusts that create a relentless rhythm as he fucks your mouth. 

Tears well up in your eyes, but you dare not fight back, allowing yourself to be used the way the Emperor wants you to be used. 

You were completely helpless as the San continued to ram his wiry cock down your throat. The thick weave of ropes was the only thing holding you still as your body rocked with each powerful thrust of his muscular thighs. His golden skin was glistening with the sweat that was dripping down between the tight muscles of his abs.

The saliva was dripping down the sides of your mouth, along with a large amount of his pre-cum, but it only seemed to excite San even more. You could feel the throbbing of his cock on your tongue as its velvety length slid down with each thrust. Your moans rumbled around him, stimulating him even more. Soon the Emperor came out of your mouth, leaving thick strands of cum on your face, marking you as belonging to him. 

San grinned at the sight of your face covered in the milky goo of his cum. The smile on his face looked almost sinister in the golden flame of the candles. 

San used two fingers to collect a large amount of his cum from your lips and put it in your mouth, smearing it on his tongue as he did so. He watched with pleasure as you eagerly sucked on his fingers in the hope of more. The sharp blade of the knife glinted in the dim light of the room, cutting the red ropes that held you aloft, and your body landed with a thud on the soft feathered bedding of his mattress. The erotic pattern of the ropes still bound your body, so San still had you under his control like a puppet.

The Emperor turned you over and pressed your back against the scarlet silk sheets. Your long hair blew across the fabric like a black fan. Before your body had a chance to relax, a sharp slap came down on your sensitive, wet cunt, causing your entire body to curve in the bloody tangle of threads that were wrapped around you. San laughed loudly and threw his head back, revealing his sweet dimples as jets of fluid squirt from your pussy and flooded the silk sheets beneath you. 

"It's true what they say, isn't it, darling? You like the pain so much that you can come without being touched, just for the sensation of it." He slides two fingers inside your cunt, circling around the sensitive walls, and gives you another sharp slap. The double stimulation sends new streams of fluid spurting out of you. 

You squirm under his caress and try to squeeze your legs together, but the ropes won't let you do it.

In one swift motion, San cuts the rope that is holding your legs together and spreads them wide open, exposing your pink pussy to his hungry gaze. He spits on your cunt, enjoying the way his saliva drips down between your quivering folds and mixes with your juices. 

"Are you as delicious as you look, Jewel?" His mouth presses greedily against your pussy, his tongue sliding between your folds, and his devilishly curved lips sucking enthusiastically on your sensitive clit. San lets out a soft moan as his tongue plunges into your hole, lapping up your juices like a cat hungry for cream. 

You shudder with pleasure, arching your back and pressing your pussy against his face as the Emperor flicks the tip of his tongue along the swollen bundle of nerves. The thought of the Great Emperor San eating your pussy as if it were his only purpose in life would have been unthinkable this morning. But here you are, lying on his luxurious silken bed, surrounded by the gold of his chamber, caressed by his strong hands and skilled tongue. San was an experienced lover who knew how to give his partner the most sophisticated and violent of pleasures. 

"Your Majesty, I feel so good. You feel like heaven. Ah." You were no longer able to hold back the loud moans and pleas that were coming from your throat. You moaned, your legs shaking slightly as San ran his tongue along the long strip from your hole to your clit, before his teeth scratched it as he began to suck again. "Please, my Emperor... nmmm."

Ignoring your whimpering and the way your body was shaking and writhing, San continued to lick your cunt. Insatiable, he sucked, licked, and rubbed his tongue over your quivering, oozing hole, moaning and purring at your taste. 

As soon as San was satisfied enough, he would pull away from your cunt, leaving you to whimper in longing at the loss of his tongue. But the feeling of frustration quickly disappeared as his thick, wiry cock entered you, making you scream with pleasure as he penetrated you at the very base. The feeling of being stretched was searing, San's cock too big for your unprepared cunt, thick throbbing veins rubbing against your tender flesh with every movement. 

You felt so stuffed. So full. It made you feel as if you belonged to your emperor. 

San didn't wait a second before he started the move, right from the start with a hard, fast pace. His strong thighs pressed against yours each time his cock entered you, the large head hitting your cervix with each powerful, deep thrust. The sound of the blows against your skin was an echo through his golden chambers. As he quickened his pace to fuck you even harder, his breathing became heavy and his voice husky and low. 

"You are mine!" San growled as he wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed it tightly, effectively cutting off your supply of oxygen. Tears streamed from your eyes, and your vision went dark as you felt yourself fall into a deep abyss of pleasure that was mixed with pain. Every part of your body was on fire, as was your mind. "You belong to me, my love." He loosened his grip on your throat for a few seconds to allow you to breathe, but it was only a moment before his grip tightened again, the gold ring on his finger digging into the back of your neck, leaving a rough crimson trail behind it. 

The Emperor's cock dragged deliciously along the silken walls of your body, causing you to clench around it. You begin to drool, saliva dripping down your chin as San leans down to your face to lick your mouth as his hips begin to fuck you from a different angle, the head of his cock now rubbing deliciously against your G-spot.

Your orgasm rages through you like an all-consuming flame, destroying every conscious part of you and leaving you boneless. You wriggle underneath him, your legs shaking violently as you unconsciously wrap them around his slender, slutty waist. You start to squirt again, copious jets of fluid splashing around San's cock as he continues to fuck you like there's no tomorrow. His pace slows, his thrusts become hard and short, and you come again. This time you feel the emperor's hot, thick cum staining your tender walls white.

San rests his forehead on your shoulder to catch his breath, sweat dripping from his hair onto your skin, before he pulls away from you and slowly pulls his cock out of your used pussy. He stretches out like a big cat before he bends down to give you a deep kiss. 

"You really are a little jewel, darling. I think I'll keep you all to myself." His dark, piercing eyes sparkle with malevolence and seem to be the repository of all human sin. "Let's go take a bath, my love."

San rises from the bed, snaps his fingers, and the servants waiting outside the door immediately begin to prepare a bath for the two of you. You're still a little lost after your orgasm; your body aches, and now the ropes wrapped around you cause more discomfort than pleasure. But you look up at the Emperor with a look of utter adoration and admiration, admiring the way the muscles of his back move under the golden, wet skin. 

"As you wish, my Emperor."

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[7brownsuga7]

Touch me

Choso x fem reader

Word count: 800+

Genre & warnings: short drabble, smut - minors DNI. Smut, explicit language, submissive, pleading, whiny and very bratty, whimpering, masturbating, slight overstimulation

Summary: Submissive Choso touches himself while pleading for you to touch him

Notes: Originally a Jungkook drabble. Click here to read. Art by NC9_ on twitter.

Just the sight of you in front of him naked and wet after just coming out of the shower has him already rock hard.

The droplets of water rolling down your body makes him whimper in frustration.

You're a tease and you're evil for taunting him when you have made it clear that you're mad at him.

He sits there on the bed, aware of the aching throbbing of his cock.

"Baby please" his voice is whiny as you walk past him ensuring that you sway your hips.

You bend over, the sight of your pussy is enough to have him grab his length and rub it, the pre cum already coating his red, sensitive tip.

"Mmfh." He grits his teeth,unable to control himself.

He just wants you to touch him, have him at your mercy.

His breathing increases and his hips circle as he tries to relieve himself from the torture of seeing you before him - pussy on display, knowing that he can't touch you.

So he settles on touching himself, hand pulling his cock out of his sweats in a desperate attempt to relive his frustration. His thumb strokes his tip, smearing his nut around as his eyes latch on to your every move as you bend down to rub lotion on yourself. Squeezing at it as his hand works down his length.

"Baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry please just touch me." He whines pathetically.

You're standing before him massaging your breasts, the lotion creating a silky layer as your thumbs circle around your nipples.

His strokes increase as he watches you in all your glory.

"I need you, please" his gaze lands on his length, his hand continuing its strokes. The moisture from his precum and the movement of his hand fills the room with wet sounds that increase when he tightens his grip.

He directs his gaze back onto you, watching as your hands continue to slowly caress your breasts, pinching at your nipples. The same ones he once sucked.

"Please baby, I need you please, fuck" he's a breathless whimpering mess.

His hold on his cock tightens, hips circling as he tries to relieve himself of the pleasure you're giving him, even though you're not even touching him, your presence alone can make him cum just as fast.

"P-please touch me". He pants "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"You upset me today" you speak as you kneel in front of him, eyes watching as he whimpers and frowns at you. A small smirk plastered on your face as he continues to please himself. You love that he's an absolute mess because of you.

"You really upset me" your hand brushes against his inner thigh, retracting when you get the reaction want, a clenched jaw and his hand that grips onto the sheets.

"You're such a tease" he chuckles before letting out another moan.

The both of you watch each other, the wet sound from his actions prominent in your ears, along with his grunts and whimpers.

Your eyes never leave his which earns a groan of,"Oh fuck keep on looking at me, fuck you're so hot. Ah fuck."

He's being so needy and desperate and you love it.

Usually it's you who is in his position.

His hand gives more attention to his tip now. Thumb working along the surface, adding pressure to it.

Becoming more sensitive, he winces. His eyes forced open to witness you in front of him in all your beauty.

He squeezes, strokes and caresses, inaudible words falling out of his mouth. Eyebrows creased, bottom lip trapped by his teeth, you're loving this.

You tilt your head, savouring the sight before you. His body jolts and legs wriggle as you continue to kneel before him. Hands now running up and down his thighs to ease him.

"Cum for me Choso" your eyes lower in desire.

"Baby, baby, baby, baby" he's close you know it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, uh fuck l'm sorry. Please" You lower your head, breath hitting his cock as he winces at the feel. You make sure not to touch him, not wanting to give in, even though it's tempting.

You look up at him through your lashes seeing that he's completely lost it. He's squirming now, so so close.

"Baby please I'm gonna cum, please touch me please" he winces again. "Come on, please just the tip"

You playfully roll your eyes before removing his hand from his tip and replacing it with your plump lips.

You kiss him, making sure you swirl your tongue around the surface - not missing the salty taste.

"Hmmmm" you hum through the kiss, his hips buckling as he holds your face with his hands.

You take just his tip in your mouth, sucking and swirling as he releases inside your mouth.

"Mmth, fu-fuuuuck" he collapses back against the bed, breathing hard and jolting now and then as his orgasm dies down.

You let his cock leave your mouth with a slight, 'pop', making sure you swallow every bit of him beforehand. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you kiss him and say, "Only because you pleaded".

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[dystopia-incognito]

Male Werewolf x Female Reader

Warning: NSFW (minors DNI) contains sex/dubcon A short spicy story of 1,977 words about a young woman encountering a werewolf.

A little side note: I NEVER write, I'm a nervous wreck for just posting this. That being said.. I wrote this little dabble specifically for a very special person the night before their birthday as a surprise and I might never actually finish it. Do enjoy it for what it is, though! <3

Freedom. In a tranquil corner of the world, nestled by the edge of a serene lake, Y/N found her escape from the bustling village that had kept her busy for far too long. The cool, inviting water lapped gently at her feet as she sat on the grassy shore, her emotions swirling like a symphony. It was the first sensation that washed over her. As her toes touched the water's surface, she felt liberated. Here, away from the ceaseless demands of her family and the never-ending chores of the village, she could finally breathe. By this quiet lake, she could be herself, unburdened by obligations. She smiled and hiked up her modest dress a little higher to not get it wet, the lush grass beneath her bare legs seemed to embrace her like a lover. Overhead, the leaves rustled like ancient scrolls, and the rhythmic ripples of the lake provided a soothing lullaby. In this moment, she merged seamlessly with the natural world, an integral part of a harmonious landscape. The water's gentle caress on her ankles brought forth sheer delight. She wiggled her toes, savouring the exquisite sensation. With each movement, every ripple she created in the water, she found a wellspring of unadulterated joy. Her laughter echoed, blending harmoniously with the songs of the birds in the nearby trees. Her gaze was drawn to the horizon, where the sun's golden glow painted the sky with hues of orange and pink. Her thoughts wandered to the future, where dreams and aspirations converged. Her heart swelled with optimism and a sense of adventure, as if the world itself were an open book, waiting for her to write its next chapter. It was a future where her heart would find its truest desires, where every sunrise held the promise of new adventures, and where her spirit would soar unburdened.

As the sun descended lower, casting elongated shadows across the water's surface, she closed her eyes for a moment. The soft breeze gently played with her hair and gently kissed her cheeks, carrying the fragrant scent of the surrounding pines. It was a tranquil pause, a chance to gather her thoughts amidst the serenity of her secluded haven. But as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting the forest clearing in a deepening twilight, she suddenly became aware of a presence. It was a sensation she couldn't ignore, a feeling that sent a shiver down her spine. Beyond the familiar forest clearing that had always felt like her refuge, something new and unsettling had emerged.

The tranquil harmony of nature seemed disrupted as if an intruder had entered this sacred space. She stood up slowly, brushing her out of her face, slipping hastily into her boots, her heart pounding with an inexplicable mixture of curiosity and trepidation. She scanned the tree line, her eyes straining to pierce the gathering darkness. And there, between the dense shrubbery and shadowy trees, she saw it— a pair of eyes glowing with an eerie luminescence. The intensity of their gaze sent a chill through her, and she felt a sense of foreboding. She considered the possibilities: perhaps it was a lone wolf, their eyes reflecting the fading light. Or, in the depths of her imagination, a more ominous thought took root— a creature of legend and terror.

As she slowly retreated from the water's edge, she couldn't tear her eyes away from those glowing orbs in the darkness. Her instincts told her to be cautious, to respect the untamed wildness of the forest, and to tread carefully as she made her way home. With each step, she couldn't shake the feeling that the presence she had sensed was something beyond the ordinary, something that had been drawn to the tranquil haven she had sought for solace and reflection. The mystery of those glowing eyes haunted her thoughts as she ventured back toward the village, journeying through the forest's depths. With a heart pounding in her chest, she hurriedly attempted to make her way back through the dark forest.

Fear of the possible threat had her senses on edge, and as she ventured deeper, an unsettling disorientation began to grip her. The once-familiar forest now felt foreign, as if the trees had rearranged themselves while her attention was drawn to the mysterious presence by the lake. Thick greenery pressed in from all sides, making it difficult to discern one path from another. The foliage seemed to conspire, creating an eerie sameness that made every turn look alike. Her footsteps, once confident, now faltered as uncertainty took hold. Panic threatened to consume her as she feared she had strayed from her familiar way home. The forest's natural beauty had transformed into an intimidating maze, where every tree and every shadow appeared as a deceptive mirror image of the last. As the encroaching darkness deepened, she battled her rising anxiety, pushing her body through the underbrush, trying to remember the landmarks she'd used countless times to navigate these woods.

It was a race against time and her fear, an urgent attempt to find her way back to the safety of the village before the night's secrets fully unfurled, and her fear of the unknown became a reality. As the unsettling sense of being stalked by what she could only assume to be a werewolf tightened its grip on her, she felt a growing unease that urged her to flee. Panic and adrenaline coursed through her veins, driving her to her feet as she started running through the dark forest. With each pounding step, her surroundings grew increasingly unfamiliar. Trees loomed like shadowy sentinels, and the underbrush seemed to tangle at her feet. She ran aimlessly, her heart thundering in her chest as she picked up speed, the urgency of escape driving her forward. In the oppressive darkness, the sound of her breath and the rush of her footsteps filled her ears. But then, she began to hear something else— a haunting, primal sound echoing through the trees. It was the unmistakable sound of pursuit, the creature she had feared drawing nearer with each passing moment.

The relentless rhythm of its power and grace echoed in her ears, a chilling reminder of the danger that chased her through the labyrinthine forest. She dared not glance back, for the terror had become all too real, her only thought was to find her way to safety in this perilous game of survival amidst the darkness. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her limbs failing her as she ran through the forest, her breath ragged and laboured, each step became a monumental effort. In her desperate flight, she suddenly tripped over a gnarled root, sprawling to the forest floor. Pain seared through her, but adrenaline surged through her veins. She scrambled to get up but hit the ground again, exhausted she realized, her escape had come to a heartbreaking halt.

Her body refused to obey her commands, with trembling limbs she lay there, chest heaving as she fought her burning lungs to breathe. She snapped her head up to look around, her nightmare had vanished into the shadows but she knew it was only a matter of time before it would catch up to her again. Willing herself to move, she managed to roll onto her back, peering into the direction she had come from as her eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding her. Long minutes passed, and then over the sound of the blood rushing in her ears, she heard it — rustling of leaves and twigs, the eerie whisper of fur against the night air. The werewolf, with one giant leap, emerged from the shadows and fixed its feral eyes upon her.

Frozen in fear, she felt unable to breathe, dwarfed by its imposing size, she could feel the creature's hot breath as it drew near on all fours, coming as close as to hover over her. The scent of the forest and the wildness of the beast enveloped her, and for a moment that stretched into eternity, they remained locked in a tense and inexplicable stillness. Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away from the werewolf's gaze, and the creature's intelligent eyes seemed to calculate the situation, caught between predatory instincts and fascination with her presence. Then, with a hesitant and almost tender movement, the werewolf lowered its large head and sniffed her.

It was a surrealistically intimate moment, where the boundaries between fear and curiosity blurred into something she couldn't comprehend. Y/N, still frozen in place, allowed it to happen, her heart pounding in her chest. The forest rustled, the night held its breath and she and the this wild beast existed in a tense and enigmatic moment. She now was at the mercy of the unknown. Not knowing what the future held, in that fragile moment of shared vulnerability, something unexpected had passed between them.

…

And then the spell was abruptly broken as it leaned in, got a hold of her face, and licked it. Its tongue left long clammy strokes over her cheek and down the side of her neck. With its wet snout, it nudged the low neckline of her dress for access. She gasped and thrashed in sheer surprise, struggling to get away, but the werewolf muscled her back firmly to the lush forest floor. It withdrew slightly to look at her, growling a low, possessive warning which vibrated through her very being. In horror, she watched the beast's thick, viscous drool drip from its fangs and felt it land with a deliberate and heavy splat onto her chest. Shivers ran down her spine as the invasive syrupy substance tenaciously clung to the soft slopes of her rising and falling chest, lazily pooling down into her cleavage as it glistened in the dim moonlight.

She could only expect the worst, powerless, as it continued to sniff her. Its keen sense of smell and big paws explored her curvacious body, moving downwards to dip underneath the hem of her dress, sending her nerves on edge. Its snout then pushed upwards, moving her dress along with the motion, to nuzzle apart her thick trembling thighs. Her fingers dug into the fresh earth beneath her and her skin prickled as goosebumps appeared all over her body, But before she could even flinch it let her know once more, and quite vocally, she wasn't allowed to move. Taking two deep huffs of her, the werewolf's hot breath washed over her sex. A strangled noise escaped her, and then, without any warning, it hungrily began lapping at her. The sudden sheer sensation of it drew a high-pitched wail from her lips, like a wounded animal, her body curled in on itself, thighs clamping down weakly around its powerful head. Her hands shot down to grab white-knuckled fists full of the beast's thick mane as it continued, absolutely unbothered, to wetly slobber away at her. And it was too much at once. Her stomach tied in knots, and she shook with mixed emotions tumbling away inside her, even if pleasure slowly but surely bloomed in her core. Then the creature's head snapped up, licking its lips as sure goal-set glowing eyes met hers to stare her back down into submission, into the moss and dancing leaves beneath her. She was overwhelmed by it, the werewolf's sheer masculinity and assertive power made her feel more vulnerable than if she were completely exposed to him. It, on the other hand, wasted no time and grabbed at her, pulling her in and pushing her back against his hips eagerly. Her insides contracted involuntarily as it ripped at her dress for easier access to more of her body. She was met with throbbing heat on her newly exposed skin, carnal desire and the sheer size of Him against her tummy. Her mouth went dry with the realisation of what would happen next..

- FIN

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[yuu--dachi]

a joy to be hidden, a disaster to not be found

hewwo! it's my first fic in a while and also the first fic on this blog. wahoo!! and it's.... an x reader fic which i've also never done before!! and also for genshin!! wahoo!!

ships: alhaitham x reader / you (gender neutral)

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, lowkey pining from alhaitham, reader experiences a panic attack, written in reader's pov but switches to alhaitham for a bit at the end, alhaitham says Sorry cus i like to make him do that 😎

words: 4k (help girl how did i let it get this long...)

synopsis: in which a haravatat scholar realises that everything is not as simple as it is, our body betrays us at every second of every hour, and the three times alhaitham finds you, no matter what.

this reader is for all the babygirls (gender neutral) out there who feel things so deeply and we are all crybabies. i see you, i hear you, and i love you!! we're all bad bitches who are easily moved and touched by the world around us and that's lovely!! keep shining your light on this world, friends!

i'm taking requests for drabbles and quick fics or poetry! whatever inspo strikes me 😴

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the first time he finds you, alhaitham says:

“the solution is quite simple.” 

and you find your fist in wanting of purchase in his face. 

“this wouldn't be a problem had you realised your limits before your entire body broke down. surely, i don't have to cite research papers for you to understand that it is important to take note of one's mental health accordingly, as an adult with agency in your own life? then you don't have to find comfort in the mouth of a beer mug.”

he was surprisingly chatty today, and at any other time you would have loved to relish in making him speak for so much for so long. getting him to talk so much was like trying to scrape the bottom of the jar for the last smidgens of berry jam, and you savoured it just as well. 

but not today.

“alhaitham, you're not in my shoes, so stop trying to make me walk down the same path you do.”

he tipped his head, confused. “what's wrong with my path? i have no relationship problems—”

“because you don't maintain any.”

“—no financial burdens—”

“because you don't spend it on anything.”

“—and no personal problems.”

“because you don't bother with anything you don't care for,” you sighed out. 

“if i didn't maintain any relationships, then why am i here? and if i didn't spend any money, then why is the bill under my name? and if i didn't bother with anything i don't care for, then why am i with you, right now, instead of reading at home?”

he flicks your nose; you sniffle in response and bury your face into the hard table, slightly damp from your tears.

“i don't know,” you whispered, the words leaving you without a thought. “why are you here, alhaitham?”

“if i follow your reasoning, it's because i'm bored, have money, and don't care to be anywhere else. does that answer satisfy you?”

a silence between both of you, even though the tavern was filled with the sound of chatter and the tinkling of dishes and cutlery. “...no.”

“then why upset yourself?”

you remove your face from the table and look at him, despite your eyes red and puffy from crying, nosy runny, and a wood grain pattern imprinted on your cheek and forehead. “i just wanted to hear you say it.”

he hums, thoughtful.

(despite his demeanour, he was rarely thoughtless about anything. even if he didn't make decisions you would've done.)

“because i care about you,” he let the words out slowly, like testing how they roll off the tongue. like learning a new language. “is that alright?”

you plant your face back into the table, all too-aware of your red eyes that must've sparkled, your lips that wanted to become a songbird in return for such simple words. “mm-hmm. thank you.”

“you're very welcome.”

***

the second time alhaitham finds you, you are under a table. 

“go away for a bit,” the words come out of your mouth clumsily, like tripping over your own feet in haste. ��this one's t-taken.”

your humour probably didn't land as well as you hoped. the stuttering of the heart in your chest beating like a butterfly's wings in flight, like it had ambitions of flying out of your chest instead of remaining behind your ribcage where it belonged. to your credit, it was hard to think of a joke in the middle of everything that was happening in your body. you would've rated yourself fairly well, all things considered.

alhaitham didn't seem to agree, although he didn't frown at you. he tends to voice out his disagreements vocally rather than through things like body language—you know, like a machine would when you press the wrong button? 

if he knew what i'm thinking right now, he would probably say that it's one of the virtues of studying under haravatat—classic alhaitham!

instead of saying anything immediately though, he sat cross-legged in front of you, his eyes wandering, seemingly…. observing? what was he looking at? you're sure you could've tell if your mind was clearer, but you couldn't at the moment.

“does it not hurt?” he asked, then, from your face dipped over your hunched knees, you heard two raps of a knock on the desk. “this is the desk made with athel wood, isn't it? it's very durable, but it's difficult for the city craftsmen to make full use of them right now because of how hard it is. the edges don't look sanded enough.”

“i-it's fine,” you choke out, and then breathed in and out for a proper response. “i don't mind it so much.”

he raised a brow in return. oh, you think, so now he's going to use body language, is he? 

too bad you couldn't savour it this time too. 

“as long as it's pressing against me, i'm… okay.”

you hear him hum in understanding, like he does when he reads a well written proposal. 

“is that why you chose this desk in particular? the others were too high and wide and you couldn't make contact with the wood?”

before you realised it, it was easier for you to speak now, even though your heart was still pounding, and your skin felt raw. you didn't usually try to talk when you were experiencing… whatever this is. 

“yeah. i just need… to feel safe.”

before you realised it, your face was no longer tucked between your knees, but instead resting on them as you avoided looking him in the eyes. 

“i see,” he said, and he paused before saying: “would you mind if i tried something?”

you hesitated, and your eyes finally meet. “i don't know, what are you going to do?”

“i'm going to hold you in my arms,” he said, and switched from sitting cross legged to having his knees tucked under him, arms open and his hands stretching for yours. “if you don't mind.”

in any other situation, you wouldn't have minded. you'd say: maybe it'll start snowing in the desert today! should we start preparing for the oncoming winter?

but now….

you were a mess—just like you were in the tavern that night, too. red ringed on your puffed-up eyes, sweat drenching your clothes and making your back feel as humid as the rainforests at night, and you could barely eke out a word before seemingly using up every bit of air in your lungs, like a newborn babe that only knew how to cry.

you didn't know how to tell all of this to alhaitham. sorry, can i go change into better clothes first? can i save this hug for another time when i'm completely sane and sober to take full advantage of it? can you wait till i ice my eyes so i can look at you properly?

instead, what came out of your mouth was: “i'm disgusting right now.”

he hummed, and you weren't sure if it was his i'm-considering-how-to-reply-to-this-idiotic-situation hum or i-see-where-you're-coming-from hum.

“i can see why you'd think that, but that's irrelevant.”

ah. so it was both.

“why do you want to hold me?”

“i want to see if i can do a better job than a desk,” he says, and you feel a smile ghost your face, only because you see him wearing one too. a small smile, simple like him. 

“i probably smell really bad. i'm sweating so much right now.”

“that's fine. i'll stop breathing through my nose.”

“my eyes are really red too. it's not that i don't want to look at you, it's that i'm too embarrassed to.”

“i can just close my eyes.”

“my heart is pounding really painfully right now, and it's hard to talk.”

“i'll ask questions that are easy to answer then.”

finally, you relented. “...is it really okay?”

“yes.”

after you confirmed that he couldn't smell you and couldn't see you, you slowly inch from under the desk and into his lap, where he then wrapped his arms around you. not tightly or passionately, but a sort of reassuring grip—like he wouldn't let you fall.

“how does it feel?”

“you're probably better than my desk,” you laughed out, and the sound felt strange to your ears, just moments after you were alone and crying and hyperventilating under a desk in a room by yourself.

“glad to be of service.”

you laughed again. “i don't think even the other sages from the akademiya can ever get you to say those words.”

“because they can't. if any of them leapt into my arms asking for a hug, i'd redirect them to doctor zakariya.”

you laughed again, and you were glad you made him promise to close his eyes. the sight of alhaitham smiling slightly at you, and the sight of your smile looking at him would've convinced anyone that you were starstruck by him. you didn't feel up to being publicly humiliated at the moment. 

the two of you spent the next few minutes—which felt like hours—in each other's embrace (well, yours in his, mostly), and soon your breathing steadied. from the high tides and low crests of your chest rising and falling asynchronously, it returned to the rhythm of the afternoon tides of port ormos.

although it was a difficult question to ask, you asked anyways. “are you not going to ask me what happened?”

“one of the six sins of any scholar under the akademiya is to interfere in human evolution,” he began, and you felt a smile coming before he even finished. “i assume it was your body's way of protecting you against a threat. although—” 

he opened his eyes, and you would've tried to stop your smiling by any means before he could see you, but he was wearing a smile of his own, and you couldn't help but dig your fingers deeper into his arms. 

“—the nature of the threat and it's scale remains unknown to me still. you have a way with handling problems, after all.”

you gave him a big smack on his chest, fists closed for maximum impact. “ouch!”

how did that hurt you instead of him?

“a good rule of self defense is hard parts against soft targets, and soft parts on hard targets. you shouldn't have closed your hand. a slap would work better.”

“how was i going to know your chest was literally rock hard?!”

“i thought you might have some inkling. i've noticed your stare a few times before.”

you wanted to throw yourself into the abyss.

you couldn't, so instead, you took his hand and bit his fingers as the next best thing. 

a small ouch sounded from him, though you couldn't tell if it was genuine or for the sake of making you feel better. you laid your head back against his chest, arms now wrapped around him in return.

“thanks, alhaitham.”

“you're very welcome,” he muttered in response, and you almost didn’t hear him.

“you’re not going to tell me that the solution is simple, or that i was the one that caused this thing in myself?”

he hummed.

“no,” he started, and you wanted to collapse in relief. “i am a scholar of haravatat, not amurta. i don’t understand the subject matter enough to say in any confidence or plausibility that the way your—or anyone’s—body works is simple. if it was that simple, then we wouldn’t have an entire field dedicated to it. and i do wish it were that simple, sometimes. then perhaps so many scholars wouldn’t have written audacious sounding proposals that i’d have to read thoroughly just to reject.”

you snickered. “what does haravatat’s wisdom has to say about me?”

for a moment, you see his eyes soften, straying away from yours.

“that your body failing you is not a moral or intellectual inadequacy on your part. that we do not have full control of ourselves, even if we would like to. that, perhaps…”

“perhaps?”

his gaze returns to you. “...perhaps, we are all more fallible than we see ourselves.”

“only you see yourself as infallible. i know very well how my body betrays me every second of every day. it’s one of the things that comes with being in touch with my own emotions, don’t you know?”

the teasing was meant to be lighthearted, as you knew he didn’t mean anything he said before in a dogged way. his words was not thorny on purpose like a bramble bush, just rough to the touch like a tongue’s cat. there were days where his words striked too much like an arrow through you, and days where the coarseness only brushed your ankles like standing in sand. you loved and cared for him despite that.

suddenly, he pulled you tighter against him, and you squeaked. “alhaitham? Is everything okay?”

no answer. you shifted in your position to make yourself more comfortable, and with whatever left strength you could muster, you rub your hands over his back in calm, soothing circles. “there, there.” 

your voice reverberated through your body, and you continued to hold him reassuringly, hoping that enough exposure to having him be so close to you would cure your racing heart and your voice, almost crumbling at his touch.

it was good how self conscious of yourself you were. then, you wouldn’t be able to tell that his heart was racing, too. 

***

the third time he finds you, it was not so much being found as it was being chased.

it was just one of those days that went wrong in every way it could’ve gone wrong. you stubbed your toe after getting out of the shower, your research project was going nowhere despite your multiple reminders to your groupmates, and even the way the sticky-sweet baklava clung to your teeth annoyed you.

worst of all, you had a fight with alhaitham.

now that you think of it, it could hardly be called a fight. you’ve seen full-grown adults in akademiya gowns act pettier in a structured debate, and you were sure that if you had asked alhaitham—truly asked, with no contempt or malice—he would’ve presented to you a perfectly reasonable explanation why he didn’t act like an asshole and moreso sounded like one.

right. the only person that was taking things too seriously was you. it had always been you.

it wasn’t that you wanted to be less emotional. you had spent too much time in your formative younger years denying the fact that you simply felt things more deeply, more quickly, than others. it was difficult to accept that you simply had thinner skin than most people—that, on a bad day, the veil of privacy that stood between your emotions and the outside world was nothing but sheer silk that fluttered all too easily with an evening breeze. 

the ‘fight’ was nothing spectacular, either. It wasn’t as if you two were having an intellectual discussion as two scholars, rigorously going through peer review on a research paper. it wasn’t as if neither of you would come out of it having respected each other a little less.

but, like the person that you are, so tethered to the heart that it kept your feet frozen sometimes, it had hurt you deeply.

it truly was nothing spectacular. you simply wanted to vent about your terrible groupmates, and you thought that it would be nothing more than a venting session over drinks, getting sober, and then buckling down to do the job once you were ready again in the morning.

but it escalated. he, also seemingly irritable that night, kept bringing up questions, solutions, to your dismay. at any other time, you would’ve let it slide and shelved it as simply alhaitham being alhaitham—a man who wanted life to be simple and easy, fixing problems before they sprung. however, what you needed that night was not a fixer or a tinkerer with all his haravatat wisdom. you needed alhaitham the drinking buddy, the one that would foot the bill, the one that held you in his arms and wanted to be of more comfort than the desk you hid under.

“i just wish you would just—listen!”

“i am listening. it’s just that it’s difficult to keep my words to myself, seeing as this problem can be easily fixed, if you weren’t so fixated on unnecessary things.”

“unnecessary? i don’t like them, but it doesn’t mean that i want to snitch on them!”

“what’s stopping you? they clearly don’t respect you. who else can they blame but themselves as the logical consequence of their actions if you do tell on them? they are adults in their own capacity, and the akademiya is not a place for people to loiter around, seeking for forgiveness for one’s own incompetence. their lesson is theirs to learn.”

“i have my own way of fixing things, alhaitham. you may not care about other people’s feelings, but i do! and i’d rather work it out clearly with them rather than resort to underhanded tactics just to have my life go a little smoother.”

“then tell me, why hasn’t your way of fixing problems worked? only an idiot would employ the same methods over and over again, hoping it’ll work the next time.”

he didn’t call you an idiot directly, but he didn’t have to. the insult found its way to you just the same. 

even if you did, you couldn’t fully deny it either. in the perspective of alhaitham, perhaps everyone else other than him was a dimwit full of hot air. the thought that the same applied to you, who you thought had a pretty close relationship with him, stung the most. 

he had tried to talk to you and reach out multiple times (although, by your estimates, his attempts were somewhat weak and clumsy), and you kept him out of your house with a badly made sign that said ‘TRESPASSERS BEWARE’ above an aranara carving that looked—in your opinion—pretty scary.

on these days, it was difficult. you couldn’t touch yourself, feeling so raw that you feared that wherever your hand brushed, you would come away bleeding. 

there were at least some good news though: your groupmates finally decided to cooperate with you for the project, and you were extremely thankful for it. it turns out that they all had personal issues that made it difficult to speak out on, and now that they realised that you wouldn’t judge them for whatever excuse they may have, they confided in you, and everything went as smoothly as you could hope for.

the four of you celebrated at the tavern, drinks in hand at 3 p.m. in the afternoon. the boss, seeing this particular group of inebriated students, simply shook his head and smiled defeatedly. by the time the sky changed colours, only you were left sitting alone at your table after having escorted the other three to their homes to get some well-earned rest. you would have left soon after, if not only for the fact that you had ‘bumped’ into alhaitham and he ordered a drink to have at your table.

“i was right,” was the first thing you said to him, and you enjoyed the look on his face when the words left your mouth. “i was right. everything turned out like i hoped it would.”

he tilted his head. “surely you can’t expect for luck and fortunate circumstances to befall you every time?”

“i don’t. i don’t, but… i’ll keep doing what i’m doing. i like it when everyone is happy. things won’t always go the way i want them to, but i’ll keep doing it, because it’s important to me that i try to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, that i don’t walk the easy road if it means i’ve passed by something meaningful just to suffer a little less in my own life.”

“you sound like kaveh.”

you chuckled. “that sounds like a compliment to me. thank you.”

when his drink arrived, alhaitham nudged it your way across the table. you raised a brow. “what’s this for?”

“to say i’m sorry.”

“words aren’t enough for you?”

“words are only enough for people who trust others to tell the truth,” he paused, then added: “and i don’t.”

you hummed, then leaned back in your chair. “pretend, then, that we are two people who trust each other to tell the truth, and that we would believe in each other no matter what. what would you say?”

his green-red eyes flickered, and you didn’t know from what. if it was with other people, you could hazard a guess, sure—but alhaitham was different from the people you’ve met, and you did not want to presume what his heart feels.

(even if he claims that it’s only there to keep him alive.)

“when i couldn’t see you, i still thought of you, and i didn’t know what to do. i want to apologise for insulting you with my words, even if i didn’t mean to. i failed to calculate the exact way they had sounded until it reached my own ears and i saw how hurt you were.”

you said nothing, but nodded slightly as a go-on.

“i like it when things are simple, but that didn’t mean i wanted you to be simple. i just wanted things to be simple for you, and i unreasonably tried to force my perspective onto yours and ended up hurting you in the process. and for that…” he seemed to have trouble wrangling the words out of his throat, and you would’ve laughed if he didn’t look so pained. you reached out for his hand on the table, resting yours atop his. “...and for that, i am deeply sorry.”

you hummed. another moment to savour. 

there  was still one more thing you needed to clear up, though.

“...do you think i’m an idiot?”

unlike mere moments ago, the words shot out of his mouth before he even tried to rein them in. “no. not at all. i’ve never once thought you were.”

you smiled at him, somewhat self-deprecatingly. “but you don’t like how emotional i am.”

“it’s not a matter of liking or disliking. your emotions serve a purpose in your decision-making. it’s simply that… i do not like the experience of having to see you go through things that hurt you, even if you’re willing to do so.”

ah, so that’s what it is.

“alhaitham, do you care about me?”

his eyes, previously unfocused, darted back to meet your unflinching gaze. “have my actions indicated otherwise?”

you couldn’t help it. you snorted. “alhaitham, the line between caring for a person’s wellbeing out of courtesy rather than concern is a very thin line. at least, for the rest of us who you might call ‘drama queens’ and ‘fake socialites’.”

maybe he didn’t realise it, but his brows scrunched under your scrutiny, and you couldn’t help but feel joy at the fact that you made alhaitham, someone so aloof and disenchanted, truly perplexed.

“do you not know the answer already?”

“i do,” you say, and you were sure that your smile was infuriating him now. “i just wanted to hear you say it.”

a silence between both of you, even though the tavern was filled with the sound of chatter and the tinkling of dishes and cutlery. 

“i do care for you. deeply. does this answer satisfy you?”

“yep!” you smiled, and alhaitham wasn’t one to offer prayers of gratitude to the sevens above, but he was glad that you were so self-conscious of yourself to be blind to the way he leaned forward in his seat, his one hand tightly clutched under the table, and the way he wished he could bottle your smile and indulge in it on a rainy day, if he could.

ah well, alhaitham thought, tomorrow is another day without them realising. 

#alhaitham x reader #genshin x reader #alhaitham x you #genshin x you #genshin fics: mine #alhaitham #alhaitham fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader hurt comfort

[the-fiction-witch]

Mrs Dawkins P23 - 27

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Flirty

Series: Mrs Dawkins

P1 - P5 P6-P10 P11-13 P14-17 P18-22

I smiled so widely as I stood getting ready for this evening fresh out of my bath, my hair done, and my dress slowly but surely being slipped onto my body, every time I heard anything downstairs I got excited, almost jumping each time I heard anything. 

"My goodness, you're excited." Miss Hardcastle sighed as she finished lacing my dress, 

"Can't a lady be excited to see a boy," I giggled doing a little spin in my sweet blue dress giving my ribbon an adjust as well as my pearls, 

"Yes, but a lady shouldn't be this excited." She said, "It appears too willing."

"Yes, yes too willing," I answered spritzing my perfume, 

"Yes. Too willing." She said, "I rather think you're having issues with that..."

"Issues?" 

"With appearing too willing, where Dr Dawkins In concerned." she glared,

"A lady is excited," I smiled, "A lady is in love..."

"Yes, but love can be foolish, the heart does not often think before it acts." She explained, 

"I know," I rolled my eyes and I heard the door, "He's here!" I yelped trying to scamper but she stopped me, 

"Go wait in the parlour with your father, if it's Dr Dawkins then we'll get you all in the dining room for dinner," She said as she headed down herself, I sighed but did as she told me going down to the parlour where my father was waiting, 

"Aww there you are my sweet, don't you look beautiful" he smiled taking my hand and kissing my forehead,

"Thank you, father," I smiled,

"Dolled up for your doctor I suppose?" he chuckled, 

"I suppose so," I blushed, 

"Well I look forward to this evening, I'm sure you do too."

"Very much."

Soon enough the maid came though, "Dr Dawkins is here Mr Everset."

"Good, bring him in then." My father laughed, 

And I smiled so widely as Jack came though dressed as well as last he visited my father and immediately I blushed to think of what would be discussed tonight, 

"Ahh Dr Dawkins, Pleasure to see you once again."

"The Pleasure is all mine sir, thank you for inviting me." he smiled as he and my father shook hands as usual,

"Of course, besides we have much to discuss."

"Indeed we do Sir." He nodded, "And of course, Miss Everset," he smiled, he took my hand and gave it a sweet kiss holding it longer than he maybe should have, "I feel so very blessed each and every time I am able to see you."

"Ohh," I cooed, "Yes as do I Dr Dawkins," I smiled trying not to melt into his words and throw away all social rules and simply cuddle into his chest and kiss him, 

"Well come along then dinner is a calling us." My father smiled as he headed to the dining room and for a moment however brief Jack and I were alone,

"You look devilishly handsome Jack,"

"Aww, thank you. I did my best to clean up given what I am to ask your father tonight, but you have outdone yourself you look exceptionally beautiful My darling,"

"ohh Jack," I cooed and I couldn't wait a moment longer I kissed him and he happily kissed me back wrapping his arms around my waist, but we quickly pulled away "That's enough we uhh... we don't wanna get in trouble." 

"We can get in a little trouble." He shrugged, "So much trouble," he smirked kissing me again, I smiled but pulled back, I took his hand and happily lead him with me to the dining room. 

My father took the seat at the head of the table, of course, I sat beside him and Jack sat across from me.

The conversation began very simply and normally about not much of real importance as the meal slowly pressed on often when we could Jack and I would catch glances across the table and I savoured them so much, 

"You know I must thank you, Dr Dawkins, I am not sure I have seen my Y/n so happy for a good long while," My father chuckled,

"Yes well, she makes me very happy too," He smiled and as we made eye contact across the table I felt so warm and fuzzy inside, 

"It makes me only wish your mother was here..." My father said as he tapped my hand, 

I nodded and forced a smile before I sipped my drink,

"I suppose we should turn more to the matters at hand." My father chuckled, "I know of your formal intentions with these small meetings Dr Dawkins."

"I Imagine you do sir,"

"I am a businessman, I think plainly about these types of things so do excuse me if my language may be blunt." My father explained as he finished the last of his food for this course only dessert now left to arrive at the table, "Do you wish to court my daughter?"

The silence of the room was thick and I could hear my heart beating almost afraid to look up from my glass, each second felt like hours until the words came from his lips.

"I would very much like to court your daughter if you would give me such permission," 

I felt so giddy, so delighted, so joyous I wanted to kiss him! to cuddle him! to marry him that moment if my father let me! 

"I see," My father nodded, "I do not know your familiarity with the rules of courting but I shall repeat them nonetheless."

"Of course sir."

"If I allow you to court my daughter, I expect a courtship no shorter than six months and already I feel that is being very lenient. The courtship may last as a year however if progress has not been made within a year you must accept I will look into other options for her."

"Yes, Of course." Jack nodded, 

I did my best not to blush at their discussions, 

"But six months is of course the earliest I'll allow an engagement," He nodded, "But as far as courting, the rules would be very simple you do not agree to court my daughter if you do not plan on marrying her I know circumstances can change but it should be your intention,"

"Yes absolutely."

"You are not to be alone with my daughter, you may not visit the house unless someone else is present to watch over her, you are not to go out without a chaperone, and of course absolutely and utterly no physical intimacy." 

"Yes, of course, sir." 

"However... as I am feeling sporting, I will allow you to hold her hand as I feel that is a fair agreement." 

"That is very fair sir,"

"Once you're engaged I'll allow you to be alone, go out together, enjoy the intimacies of engaged life. Do you find this agreeable Dr Dawkins?"

"Yes, completely agreeable." 

"If you break any of these rules your courtship will end. and I will forbid you to see my daughter."

"Understood sir." 

"Alright then, now personally... I do not much have a given for the rules and ways but it will make all our lives simpler if etiquette is followed, all I care about is that you take care of my daughter, and you make her happy."

"and I have every intention of doing so sir." 

"Well then, I gave you my terms the ball is in your court as it were Dr Dawkins."

"Yes of course." he nodded, and for a moment our eyes met across the table and he smiled at me, I smiled back before he cleared his throat and spoke to my father, "Mr Everset, if you may please grant me permission to Court your daughter, I promise I will follow your rules, I promise to keep her happy, care for her, and that I will happily propose after a decent time of courting." 

My father was silent leaving this complex silence in the room before finally, "I am very happy to grant you permission to court Y/n."

"Thank you! -Uhh yes, thank you, sir," Jack nodded,

"Thank you, Father!" I smiled, 

"You're both very welcome, now... where is that cheesecake?" He asked more to the maid more than anyone else as they rushed off to get dessert, 

I smiled so widely blushing hard moving my foot a little to gently stroke across Jack's, he smiled back unable to hide his joy moving his foot closer so we could sit and play footsie under the dining table. 

I smiled wider than I had in days, Once dinner had been finished we retired to the parlour my father sitting by the fire drinking with a smile as he kept his eye on us. I sat on the sofa with Jack beside me, our hands gently connected on the sofa we were being watched heavily of course but this was out one outlet to hold each other's hands and stroke our fingers across each other. We chatted of course with each other and with my father about the usual basic business, of the garden, the weather, of Jack's hospital work. 

But of course, in our sneaky ways, we had found ways to communicate in front of my father secretly. As we held one another's hands our fingers stroking one another hands, using our fingers to draw letters across one another's hands. Making little words to each other often having to hide our giggles.

The clock on the mantle began to chime its tune and my father spoke up,

"Well then, is that the time? Goodness, You need to get to bed My Sweet." He said, "And I'm sure you need to be getting back Doctor Dawkins, you must have lots of hospital business to get along with tomorrow." 

"Yes, yes of course." Jack nodded, even if we both felt a little sad that he had to go. "Thank you very much for letting me come to dinner Mr Everset,"

"You're very welcome."

"And Thank you for the pleasure of your company Miss Everset, It was truly marvellous and I'm sure the rest of our courtship will be as sweet."

"I'm sure of it Doctor Dawkins," I smiled, 

He gave my hand a sweet soft kiss and a tight squeeze before regrettably letting my hand go, He shook my father's hand and left the parlour being led by the maid out to the door. 

"you happy my sweet?"

"Very happy father." I smiled,

"Good, go on, up to bed," he said, 

I smiled as I arrived back to my room so insanely happy! I was thrilled to even think of this being true. Jack and I were courting! 

I jumped and giggled as I saw a hilarious sight. 

Jack was climbing the tree outside my window and doing his best to climb up and over my balcony. 

I giggled and ran out opened the balcony door and helped him to climb over, "Hi,"

"Hi," He smiled,

"I'm so happy," I smiled almost crying as I wrapped my arms around his torso, 

"Awww darling, I am too." He cooed, wrapping his own around me too, "I can barely begin it's real."

"I can't either. It really is true, we're courting."

"We are, somehow... it makes you look even more beautiful, to know we are courting that... you'll be my wife soon."

"Not too soon."

"I know, I know six months," He nodded, "I shall save the date," he smiled rubbing his nose on my own, "As soon as six months from this night have passed I will come to your father and ask for your hand,"

"You will? Honest and true?"

"Honest beyond any doubt my darling," he smiled, "You know I'd take you to the moon and back and thousand times just to make you happy. I can wait six months... Impatiently." He smirked connecting our lips in a sweet passionate kiss, I happily kissed him back feeling our usual sweet fireworks, "I've wanted to do that all night."

"I have to," I smiled, "I have wanted to kiss you and hold you close but the touch of your hand is all Father will allow."

"I know, but I am thrilled at the touch of your hand, if that is all I can have I will enjoy it. You know I'd do more... if we could."

"I'm sure you would," I giggled, "You did very well,"

"I did?"

"Father was very impressed, and I admit you look very handsome."

"Aww I did my best to clean up for you darling, You look... mesmerising."

"Thank you, I do hope your father likes me,"

"He does I know he does, he likes you and he's thrilled to see me so happy."

"Good, I don't exactly want my future father-in-law to hate me."

"I mean... he'll hate you a little bit," I giggled, "just the right about."

"I hope so."

 "But you should go I don't want you to get in trouble."

"True, we only just got permission to court, don't want to break the rules on the first day." He laughed, "But just allow me one more kiss? before I go?"

"One more kiss Jack," I smiled sweetly kissing his soft lips he caressed my cheek 

"Goodnight my darling,"

"Goodnight Jack, sleep well,"

"I will, with dreams of you. I'll see you as soon as I can."

"I will be waiting... impatiently"

"That's a girl," he smiled kissing my forehead, "I adore you, you know that don't you?"

"I adore you too." I smiled, "be careful on your way,"

"I will be, just for you." He smiled before he climbed down and blew me a sweet kiss so I blew him a kiss back before he disappeared into the darkness. 

#tbs smut #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster #jackdawkins #jack dawkins #jack #doctor jack dawkins #jackdawkinsartfuldodger #the artful dodger #theartfuldodgerjack #thearttfuldodger #theartfuldogger

[yutanology]

Yandere!Yuta × Reader

You were sitting by the side of the bed. The cold fresh air had never felt so good as now as it caress your skin ever so gentle and goosebumps starts to raise on your exposed arms, feeling cold at the same time but you didn't do anything to warm yourself up.

You closed your eyes as if to savour every bit of comfort you felt from the whispers of the wind. It promised you that everything will be alright. Though you doubt that that would ever happen, the small flame of hope burning inside you never gave in the overwhelming darkness surrounding you.

You let out a deep breathe from your trembling lips. The heaviness on your chest somehow lessened a little bit. Just when your worries were about to be forgotten even for a moment, you heard footsteps from downstairs nearing the room you're in then the door opened.

He wasn't even in front of you yet but you can already feel him smiling ear to ear, happy to finally see you though he's only been gone for a couple of hours. "I'm home, love." he announced, kneeling across you. He took your cold hands on his warm ones and kissed your knuckles.

"How are you, love? Did you miss me?" You don't know how many times he had asked you these same questions whenever he returns from who knows where but if you're being honest, you're getting sick of answering them again and again. You only respond to him because you didn't want to get on his bad side like how other people had.

So you gathered all the bravery you had left to give him the greatest smile you ever could. In a stranger's point of view, you would look like you're very much happy that your lover had finally arrived home but in reality, you're dying to cry out for help for someone to take you away from the man holding an invisible leash bound by the unseen collar around your neck.

That unseen collar was getting tighter each day and you're already struggling to breath properly. "Not that much but I'm glad you're back." you lied and you're glad he fell for every bullshit you offered. "It feels so lonely without you around." you internally cringed at your own words but you feel him grinning like a child given their favourite sweets.

"Don't worry, love. Once I'm done with work, I promise I'll never leave you alone ever again." His thumb drew circles on the top of your hand as he stared at you so lovingly. Your beautiful e/c eyes stared back at him like he's the only one you can see. "My lovely Y/n." he whispers, one of his hands held your left cheek.

"You have no idea how much I love you." And that scares you. It also scares you how you have no idea what's going on inside his head. Who knows all the evil plans he's plotting and have been plotted? Just thinking about it made you shiver in fear but Yuta mistook this as a sign that you're cold.

He immediately stood up and shut the window that you kindly asked him to open before he left you alone earlier. When you couldn't feel the cool wind anymore, you felt like you're completely trapped in a stuffy cage again though the room was very spacious and wide.

The heaviness on your chest came back and your smile turned into a bittersweet one. "There. The wind won't bother you anymore." Yuta said, unfolding the curtains too and blocked the view outside. You felt like crying but sadly, the wind can't reach you to comfort you anymore.

Yuta returned to touch you again and you couldn't do anything but to give into him unless you wanted to get hurt. The small flame of hope inside you was also slowly dying out. "I'll make sure nobody would ever bother you again." He kissed you and a tear fell down to your cheek once you closed your blind eyes.

#yandere yuta #nct yandere #yandere nct #kpop yandere #nct 127 #kpop #nct u #nct dream #nct #nctzen #nct x reader #nct scenarios #wayv #nct nakamoto yuta #yuta nakamoto x reader #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #nct yuta #yuta x reader

[auraee]

- ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. -

❈ 𝕎𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖 ~ Hi hi! This is a little something that I wrote earlier today... I've grown quite fond of Kaeya (if you've seen how much stuff I've reblogged about him, hehe) and I think I'm slowly moving out of my writers block, so yeah! I did have a longer piece in the works for him from before, but then the block came and I kind of felt bleh... but I'd like to get to work on it again along with the other things I wanted to do for Kyo too! But I do hope people end up enjoying this! By the title you can see what the dabble will be about and if you don't have said feature you might possibly have trouble reading it, but not a crippling amount I don't think. This piece uses she/her pronouns to describe the reader, if that makes you uncomfortable let me know and I'll post and alternate with neutral ones, I just prefer to do the first because these are relatively self-indulgent.🌺

ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖 ~ Mystery of love - Mree

❈ Happy reading!

Under sequin stars, I watched my love twirl under my arm. Awkward in her steps, but she did so beautifully — her timid nature complimented the delight in her brown eyes. 

Oh, her eyes... 

Once, she’d told me that she found them… unappealing. Unflattering— in comparison to my sole blue one. My heart hurt at her words. They spilled from her plump lips like bothersome, unwelcome thoughts that she kept buried in the confines of her mind. But…how? I didn’t understand.

To me, I thought. Your eyes are the most enchanting thing I’ve ever looked at. 

… And then I spoke it. 

A small smile graced her lips, then, a giggle. “Oh you’re just saying that.” _______ mused. “Thank you, Kaeya. That’s very sweet.”

Oh no, no— you misunderstand. I didn’t mean that in a shallow manner. In a manner that would simply glaze over and dismiss the thought. I reject it out right. It’s incorrect. “Your gaze to me represents many things, actually ______.” I whispered, her bronze skin tender against my palm. “Which is why I find it enchanting.”

I watched her face contort and change, it was like watching a painting give life to itself with no artist, except this piece seemed curious and confused. “What do you mean?” 

My heart ran a muck in my chest. My mind, a spiral of thoughts and urges to kiss her and explain later, but I was somehow able to remain calm. I always had been able to do that, it’s within my nature. “Well, your eyes remind me of chocolate cake, freshly baked and drizzled with glacé icing. They remind me of morning coffee, delicious and energising. They remind me of wood used as kindling to nurture a fire, keeping many, many homes warm during the night when it’s especially cold out.”

I couldn’t stop myself. For the first time in a long time I chose to speak my mind. Hm, it’s funny how I often found myself doing that whenever I was with her.

The more I spoke the vigour in my voice became apparent. My love’s expression had changed again. Her eyes widened and her lips parted to form a sweet ring of surprise. She clung to me, my waistcoat whining as it crinkled under her grasp and melted into me the way death afternoon did on my tongue and I savoured it. Every. last. drop.

“And during sunsets— I know that they’re not one in the same in terms of colour, but when I look at you, when I gaze into you,” 

Grinning, I let my forehead rest on _______’s.

“I see stars sparkling in them. They peek through just enough. I see comfort and warmth because they’re exactly the way they are. I love them. To me, ______, they’re absolutely perfect.”  

“K-Kaeya… that’s… I-I don’t know—”

_____ paused and I was left in silence.

Perhaps I had been too passionate, or perhaps I hadn’t been enough before this moment.

______’s cheeks prickled with warmth in my palm. She mumbled my name, losing courage to look me in the eye. Adorable. Her voice was quiet— deliciously flustered. My urge to take her grew. 

To feel. To taste.

“Thank you… truly. I don’t know what to say. I-I’m completely lost for words.”

_____ rose onto the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against my cheek. I chuckled at the gesture.

“Is that all you’ve got, sweetheart?” I hold on her hip tightened. “Because I intend on offering you far more than just a kiss.”

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❀ 𝔸𝕟 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 ⚘ ꕤ 𝕀𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 ⚘ ❁ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟

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[now-that-i-saw-you]

2023 recap

I've lived a thousand lives this year. I also read around 40 books, watched 17 shows, 34 movies and listened to 40,214 minutes of music and I'm gonna narrow them all down to top 3 favorites of each category.

Music

1. Midnights

I'm a swiftie forever and ever so best believe whatever album Taylor released it's gonna be my favorite album ever, but Midnights is exceptionally good. It's no surprise that most songs on my top 5 most-played are from Midnights (and the only one that isn't is seven). This is my AOTY and I want to personally thank Taylor for writing You're On Your Own, Kid.

2. Stick Season

My sixth most-played song was Dial Drunk and I think it was just a couple of streams away from entering the top. The rest of the album is just as good and as poignant. It's so folklore-esque and I adore a good story that makes me forget about my problems.

3. Good Ridddance

Did you guys know Gracie Abrams is fucking excellent? I listened to Good Riddance and it was amazing and then I listened to her earlier work and they were also amazing. Good Riddance is for girls in their 20s who feel like they mess everything up (it's so evermore-coded).

Books

1. All For The Game

I read a lot of great books this year but this is probably the only one I've been properly obsessed with. Every single word in these books made me cry, it just made me feel so much; angry, sad, happy, but mainly hopeful.

2. She Who Became The Sun

This is objectively the best book I read this year. It's eloquent and complex and interesting and deals with subjects like gender and sexuality in such a fine, delicate way. I wanted to savour every moment with this book, read every word slowly so I could properly understand it. Ouyang is up there with Adam Parrish and Lyra Silvertongue in my Favorite Characters List.

3. Conversations With Friends

This book made me feel seen, while deeply hurting me. Turns out I kinda like the Miscommunication trope and I think it's mostly because I love it when characters feel like real people and nothing is more real than not saying what you should or saying the wrong thing.

TV Shows

1. Succession

I came to realize that what makes me love a show/book is mostly the characters. I love complicated characters that feel like real people. I love it when I can't decide whether I hate or love a character. Even my least favourite characters (Logan and Tom) were well-written and had a very satisfying storyline. I did not understand a single thing they said when talking about finance (at least I learned what a Bear Hug is...sorta) and that didn't stop me from enjoying the show and following the plot and to me that shows how entertaining it was.

2. Better Call Saul

Everyone should watch this show. This is one of the greatest corruption arcs I've ever seen on TV and Jimmy is an excellent protagonist, I love the way the writers build his character's arc and his relationship with people around him, mainly his brother but also Kim because their relationship was amazing. They were so cute and doomed by the narrative. Personally, I enjoyed every season and wasn't bored at any point. This show was done with so much love and you can feel it.

3. Totally Completely Fine

I love it when I stumble on a show because I have nothing else to watch and it turns out to be a favourite. Totally Completely Fine has everything: Humour and wit, discussing important, sensitive topics in a very appropriate manner, and an incredibly real sibling relationship. The show gives a voice and empathy to the eldest siblings, the youngest and the middle child and I'm never getting over "you took all the air."

Please watch it because I want a second season.

Films

1. The Whale

Idk if this a controversial opinion or not but I found this film very moving. To me it's a story about healing and forgiveness being a possibilty for everyone. I really felt and cared for the main character.

2. El Camino

The Breaking Bad writers are just very good at their job. I love Jesse and I love this additional story to the universe.

3. Loving Vincent

The entire film was made by oil painting. How can I not include this? It's a beautiful film telling the story of Vincent Van Gogh's death. I encourage everyone to watch it.

#new year #2023 #2024 #new year recap #booklr #films #tv shows #taylor swift #midnights #stick season #noah kahan #gracie abrams #good riddance #all for the game #she who became the sun #conversations with friends #succession #better call saul #totally completely fine #the whale #el camino #loving vincent #filmblr

[specksizedgoddess]

"hey can you check my teeth? i think i could something in them. hmm? oh come on i'm not gonna do anything, promise!" your catgirl roommate says while opening her maw in front of you, wanting you to climb in. you're all flustered and knowing how this could go fast. in her mumbled speech, "you see it? yeah pull it out. huh? yeah that's it. just pull it out and climb out". you do as she says & are disappointed but you don't let her know that. "thank you! aw are you okay? i won't make you do that again! it was just starting to hurt"

later in the day, she's eating food as you lay on top of her afternoon pancakes. she chuckles at you. "are you okay there? you know that's mine right? i can make you some if you really need me to!". you get flustered again and ask if she can just maybe eat around you. "uhh okay? it's a bit danger- okay. you just sit still though. you don't want me to accidentally eat ya now". you squirm in place as she eats all the pancake around you. "mmm that's good. only one more piece left, but i imagine you'd like that one. that's was an... interesting experience but glad i didn't gobble you up there". you are again disappointed as she goes to clean the dishes.

later in the night, "goodnight roomie! hope you get some nice rest!". she slowly falls asweep as you wait to get out of your bed and climb into hers. it's a bit of a trek, but you eventually get over to her maw as she sweeps on her side. she has her mouth open with her fangs vewy prominent as she snoozes. you walk close to her and... gently touch her tongue. but... "h-huh? o-oh roomie. what's wrong? did you get scared alone? you can sweep with me if you want". you stumble on your words a bit before you then admit that you want her to... put you in her mouth and swallow you. "huh?! why would you want that? it's not safe in there for you. why w- oh. was that why you were on the pancakes? i'm sowwy i didn't pick up". she then moves to sort of get down at your level under the covers, her mouth right in front of you as she speaks. "i really don't wanna eat you even if you do... maybe look tasty... and smell kinda yummy with whatever you put on... but you wouldn't make it in there! i just couldn't do it". you start to look a bit disappointed again and she notices. "hmm. how about this?". she then sticks out her tongue and wraps it around you and pulls you inside her mouth. "how's this? is this good enough?". you squirm around inside and she can hear your tiny squeaks. "mmm. you do taste good... really good actually... mmm". after a bit of sucking on you and forgetting about doing this for you since she's sweepy, she falls asweep. and then her gag reflex triggers. she swallows you.

you're sent down in her tummy where this is surprisingly not a lot of acid inside. you squirm and move around a lot, happy. in the morning, she wakes up and panics, realizing what she did. "oh roomie i-i'm so sowwy i couldn't resist... i-i... i hope at least you enjoyed your time. if you're still there, try to crawl out. i know it's messy but... it's fine if it means you live, right? right?"

(to be continued (unless you wanna leave it there)) <3

AHFHJAAJD GOSH I UM. YEAH <333

A catgirl roomate and a very, very horny speck- I'm sure nothing could go wrong!

Just imagining trying to have normal conversations, staring at her maw... how much I blush and scramble every time she does things like that~

And GOSH I. I love the idea of her finding out she enjoys it much more then she thought she did.... little hums of approval as she savours her midnight snack~

I need this so badly, you have no idea~

And ABHSHEHAH??? I. I'd crawl out if thats what she wanted.... it would certainly be an interesting experience :3

#thanks for the ask!

[anfie-in-the-box]

Dreamtale_Not_Found & Aftermare Week

Notes

I'm having a very difficult day, but here it is!

Feel free to skip this work if you want to read Dreamtale_Not_Found chronologically!

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Spring

"I can't believe you out of all people are hiking," Nightmare teases playfully. Geno huffs, "we're not hiking! there is a very decent road here now, and it's not like i'm doing it for fun. they say there's a spring on the mountain that begins in the Underground and therefore has magical properties. i want a sample or ten."

Nightmare smiles widely, "What, not even a skele-ton? Then why bother?" Geno laughs in response, and the sound warms Nightmare's entire being.

Geno's backpack is carried by a Gaster blaster, naturally. It's a wonder he doesn't have a second one carrying himself. He still climbs the mountain unhurriedly, almost leisurely. "So what are we looking for?" Nightmare asks, looking around curiously. "a path from the main road we're using now. there's a few, humans aren't afraid to go here anymore, but i know for sure there is one that leads to the spring," Geno explains.

"So we're checking every single one of them?" Nightmare clarifies. "so we're checking every single one of them," Geno repeats in a calm voice, then adds. "and it isn't even a nightmare, because my Nightmare is here with me." Nightmare tries to reply but all that comes from his mouth is incoherent noises. Well, he was the one who started with the puns… And Geno has far more experience. Nightmare's not upset to lose, though. It's not a war, it's love, and in love, everything's a little bit better.

"Here's one," Nightmare points at a barely visible path on the right side of the road.

"i'm so glad you're with me," Geno admits.

"Because with your poor eyesight you wouldn't find anything?" Nightmare teases. "because i love you and enjoy your presence," geno responds easily. "but also because of that, yeah." They smile at each other and turn right, eventually disappearing in the woods.

It's sunset when they find the spring. At some point, Geno actually summons a second Gaster blaster to carry him, exactly like Nightmare half-jokingly predicted. Is it really easier than walking, Nightmare's not sure, but regardless, he walks by Geno's floating side, drinking in the sights and smells of the deciduous forest. It's peaceful but lively — the wind rustles the branches, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. It's a nice day to be outside, and no one deserves to burn in hell.

"do you also hear the sound of water or am i hearing things?" geno asks.

"Look, right there!" Nightmare exclaims.

Geno quickly and deftly gets down from the blaster, like he'd done it before, and hurries to the spring. Even the air around it feels different, and Nightmare steps closer and slowly breathes in, savouring it. Geno gets his backpack from the other blaster and makes both skulls disappear.

Nightmare watches curiously as Geno gets his samples of water, then collects some in a plastic cup, then takes a sip. "mm, definitely magical. so clear and cool, too…" Geno turns his head, looking at Nightmare, "wish you could try it as well…"

"It's okay," Nightmare reassures with a smile. "I don't need to drink anyway."

Geno puts his samples away and gets… a blanket. What?.. "how about we sit for a bit?"

"So it is a date, you sly, sly creature," Nightmare shakes his head fondly.

"you once said anything can become a date with the right attitude, so you decide," Geno smiles. "so you tell me: is it a date?"

"Of course it is!" Nightmare laughs happily. "Spread out the blanket already!"

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Credits

Undertale © Toby Fox

Nightmare!Sans © jokublog

Aftertale © loverofpiggies

Aftermare Week © @bluepallilworld

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Notes

The question is, is it late spring or early fall (or maybe even summer)? You decide (; I love playing with words and their meanings, I just couldn't resist.

Take care 🌻

#anfie writes #dreamtale_not_found #aftermare #geno!sans #nightmare!sans #passive nightmare #aftermare week #utmv

[jerry-hornes-foot]

A little blurb requested by @witchcovenboys eons ago that I never got round to cause I've not been writing much! Back I'm the swing of things I think so hopefully posting more soon!

456 words

18+ only

Smut, comfort

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: very mild dom/sub; softdom!reader; sub!steve; body worship; feet; mild nipple play; implied handjob; pet names; baby (reader)

"Come on, baby, please."

Steve's face is nuzzled in your neck, lips pressing softly into your skin. He's leaning over you, his thick, hard cock pressing against your thigh through his tight jeans. You giggle, brushing your fingertips over his biceps as he kisses you desperately.

"You have to do something for me first."

Steve's face appears above you, eyes sparkling and face spread with a goofy, endearing grin.

"Anything, baby, just you name it."

It doesn't take long for Steve to get your clothes off. You're lain out carefully on the bed, Steve hovering above you and running his eyes slowly over your body, drinking in every part of you. His eyes are wide, mouth hanging open slightly in amazement at the sight of you.

"God, you look incredible."

You feel your cheeks flash hot, smiling sheepishly back at him as he admires you. With a gentle touch he moves your legs apart and sits between them. Shuffling up the bed slightly you prop your head up on your pillows and stare down at Steve as he carefully repositions himself. Lifting his legs he gently places his feet on each of your shoulders, squeezing them gently with his toes.

His movements are slow and soft. Inch by inch he traces his feet over your body. Gliding them down your arms and letting you run your fingers across them when he reaches the bottom, before slowly sliding back up again. He moves carefully over your chest, stopping here and there to feel the way that your heart flutters, savouring the way your body rises and falls as he presses against your skin. He slides down further, a groan escaping your lips as his toes lightly graze your nipples.

Reaching your stomach he gently kneads the balls of his feet into the soft parts of your abdomen. You hum softly, giggling a little as warmth spreads across your body with each press of his foot. As Steve's skin presses tenderly into yours goosebumps prickle across your arms and tingling heart spreads down the inside of your thighs.

When he finally lifts your limp body to sit eye level with him, his forehead resting on yours, your head swims and buzzes. Your whole body feels warm and comfortable wrapped tightly in Steve's arms. Pulling you close to him, he wraps his legs around you too, resting his feet like praying hands against the small of your back. He kisses your forehead, smiling into your skin as your fingertips trace up the inside of his thigh. He moans softly as your hand wraps around him, tensing his calves ever so slightly to pull you into him and keep you close as your touches draw warm sighs from his lips.

#hope this is okay! #got some more things in the works so hopefully I'll be posting more regularly again soon #writing requests #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #gender neutral reader #jerryhorneskink

[a-driftamongopenstars]

no time lost; inquisitor x blackwall;

I'm having feels for these two again, so I prompted myself from this prompt list. i feel so many feels. also on ao3

9. "i cannot bare to be apart from you anymore."

Blackwall has forgotten all about what intimacy is like.

The fire of lust that warms his skin, the cloud of pleasure, covering his mind. But most importantly, a lover’s gaze, unashamed and yearning for him.

He basks in the warmth of the aftermath. Inquisitor, bare in his arms and only for him to see, rests. He would greedily hide her from the moon, so that only his eyes may see the beauty of her body.

Blackwall loves those moments, the very edge between nightfall and dawn. Nothing but the sound of crackling fire in the hearth, not even a stray snowflake from the flurry outside disturbs them. The castle sleeps, but he and the Inquisitor are awake still.

Sylani blinks slowly, her head cradled against his shoulder. He feels her long hair, falling down her shoulders, a rare sight - and all the more precious. Her hand rests against his chest, and her calloused fingertips brush against his skin, above his slowly thumping heartbeat.

His fingertips brush against her breasts, softness caught under his rough hands. Her body shivers, pressing closer, seeking refuge and trusting him.

How could he deserve such tenderness of touch? How could he deserve her?

Blackwall moves his hand, taking Sylani’s, bringing it against his lips. Her fingers, her knuckles, her palm, and then her wrist. He feels her heartbeat rise, and kisses the throb of the pulse.

“I never want this night to end,” she whispers, caressing his cheek. He leans into the touch, savouring the warmth of her palm against it. Sylani never shies away from the bristle of his beard, nor from the tired crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes as he looks at her.

“Neither do I. None of it.”

He takes her in his arms and guides her down to the bed. Ever careful not to crush her, but utterly unable to stop the current of thoughts that she brings upon him. All want aside, a tide of affection washes over him as he presses her against the bed.

“I cannot bear to be apart from you anymore,” he mouths against her neck. And he means it, every word, every syllable, and he knows he must impress it against her skin to make the meaning known.

“You don’t have to be,” she whispers in-between the quiet sighs. Blackwall feels the circle of her arms around him, her fingers in his hair. And he feels the truth of her words, too. Her embrace makes it known where he must remain - in her arms. No matter what.

“My Lady,” he kisses her ear, the earlobe, then the delicate pointed angle.

Sylani smiles, and he kisses her smile, too. Irresistible, he finds her.

The night continues, but the time slows down. Perhaps, it is the magic of the castle, or the more delicate magic of love and love making. But Blackwall loses count of minutes, of hours, submerged in the Inquisitor’s affection. 

And there is no time lost.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #warden blackwall #inquisitor x blackwall #lavellan x blackwall #sylani lavellan #sylani x blackwall #fanfiction #driftcreates #ough... #r rated #ish

[l0vergirlwrites]

premiere anxiety ; tom holland

warnings: mentions of anxiety (very light though)

"do you have any gum on you?"

turning your head to tom who sat beside you in the busy limo, you gave him a slightly annoyed glance as you reached into your clutch to pull out a stick of his favourite peppermint gum, the shiny blue wrapping flashing into tom's eyes.

"thank you, darling" he thanked, smiling when you handed it over to him, smiling as he placed it into his mouth, his jawline defining as he chewed on it.

you both were on the way to the premier for spider-man: no way home & to say you were nervous was an understatement. after a few years of keeping your relationship private (but not secret), you were finally attending a red carpet event by his side to celebrate the achievements of his final movie of the spider-man trilogy.

with the press & almost every media platform, not to mention the fans, breathing down each of your necks about relationship details, you were afraid you would crack under the pressure.

"i think i might throw up" you whispered to tom after hearing his publicist announce that you were five minutes away from the premiere venue, meaning that flashes of light, screaming fans, yells of paparazzi, chaos &--

tom placed his hand on your knee to keep it from bouncing, squeezing it so you would look at him instead of your heels. moving your eyes to his face, you started to relax but your anxious thoughts didn't diminish.

"you're not gonna throw up, y/n/n" tom assured you, moving his hand from your knee to hold one of your slightly shaky hands.

"i know, i just..."

"... can't stop spinning, right?" tom knew you like the back of his hand.

nodding at his words, tom gave you a loving smile & placed his free hand against your cheek, careful not to ruin the makeup you & zendaya did back at the hotel.

"i know tonight should be more stressful for you than me since it is your movie & your special night... but I'm still anxious about all the things that could go wrong," you explained to him, seeing him nod at you understandingly & look at you with such care.

"i don't want to ruin tonight for you because of my anxiety" you admitted, tom's thoughtful smile faltering at your admission.

brushing his thumb against your cheek, tom tutted at your words in disagreement.

"there's no way that you'd ruin tonight, love. it means the world that you're here with me... i don't want anyone here but you" he confessed, his heart fluttering at the sight of your smile creeping through your anxious state.

pulling your hand to be put above his heart, you felt tom's heart beating rapidly beneath his prada suit.

"you wanna know how i get through these premieres & press events?" he asked you, your hand still resting above his heart.

"i think of you" he whispered, knowing it'd be cheesy to say, but nonetheless true.

with your cheeks heating up at his statement, you smiled brightly & felt yourself melt in front of tom then & there.

"so, when you're on the carpet... just think of me & it'll go by fast, I promise"

smiling full of love at the sentiment, you leaned closer to tom & couldn't stop yourself from kissing him. his right hand cupped your cheek & yours rested at the base of his neck, feeling over the soft material of his suit. his left hand held your waist for balance, the material of your silky spiderwebbed-themed dress under his fingertips made him smile into you, chuckling as his nose brushed yours. you were able to taste his peppermint gum on his lips as you kissed him slowly, savouring the moment.

pulling away for a breath, your lips parted. "i'm so proud of you, tommy. so incredibly proud" you mumbled to him, eyes opening to see him still smiling down at you.

the snap of a camera was heard in the background, knowing it was coming from harry & his need to capture sweet moments between his brother & his girlfriend.

"i couldn't do what i do without you, y/n" he praised, kissing you again without thinking about how you'd have to fix your lipstick after.

"well guys," harry said, slightly ruining the moment. "we're here! so fix your lipstick"

as you reapplied your lipstick & wiped off any excess that was on toms lips, he stopped & turned away from the door handle. "so, what are you going to do on the carpet?" he asked.

"think of you" smiling at your response, tom kissed your forehead, nothing but love flowing through his veins.

"let's go do this, movie star" you told him, holding his hand while his other grasped onto the door handle.

smiling back at you one last time, tom took in the moment.

"let's go"

i really hope this wasn't bad lol

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #spider man no way home #tom holland one shot #hollywood #peter parker #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #mcu spiderman #spiderman #tom holland blurb #celebrities

[hedgewyse]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 (𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄) 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

TYSM for the tag @misspoetree 💕 you have excellent taste in music and television! 😎 and I loooove the way you've described that beautiful red😽 (prev version is here)

Favourite colour: Grey because it goes with everything. Grey because it makes you focus on my words and my expertise, not on what I look like. Grey because we fade into this life from it, and out again to it, and the universe is vast and uncaring. Grey because the colour of the overcast sky and rain dirty streets in the winter sings to my petrichor soul. Grey because it's the name of an old lover that I've never gotten over. Grey because it slips unseen into the background. Grey because it elevates every other colour around it and asks for nothing in return.

They asked me this question in my interview for my current job, and I don't think they were expecting an actual answer :D

Currently reading: I've never, ever read only one thing at once, so deep breath;

"No Comment" on Ao3, which is a Minho/Jisung StrayKids fic.

I'm re-reading "Vurt" by Jeff Noon, which is a very trippy old scifi book about drugs and VR (sort of) and street gangs and such. It drips language as worldbuilding and I love that.

"On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous" by Ocean Vuong, because I kept seeing so many heart wrenching quotes about the human mess between loving and living and coming to terms with otherness and trauma, and I eventually gave in and bought it, and now it's my cafe reading because it's the kind of book you have to inhale slowly and hold for a moment to savour.

And "Implementing Microsoft Azure Architect Technologies" because I'm still a nerd.

Last song: Pretty much looping a lot of Jackson Wang rn. Cruel has just come out, Blow is still a masterpiece. I am loving his new direction so much, it's deliciously broken. The actual last song on my spotify is Cult Leader by King Mala.

Last series: The last one I binged was Sandman (Netflix) because it came out last Friday and some people came over, but like with the books I never just watch one thing. Main things currently; in the middle of "3 will be free" (Thai, Youtube, more poly rep please!), Bulgasal (Korean, Netflix, almost done), Taxi Driver (Korean, Netflix, only started), and the usual continuous rewatch of The Untamed which gets me through the year.

Last movie: Yaksha Ruthless Operations (because Jinyoung, obvs), though last cinema movie was Everything Everywhere All at Once, which had a very enjoyable amount of Chinese language as well as being generally excellent :)

Currently working on: I have a full time job, but apart from that I'm working on two fics (a Devil Judge one because I will never never never be over it, and a Jinyoung/Wang Yibo one because... yeah, y'know I don't really understand the reason for that one either). I'm trying really hard to improve my writing because I keep going back and seeing lots of descriptions and feelings I should have added in and I'm trying to do that better at the editing stage rather than seeing gaps later when it's too late. And also organising a schedule of social activities for the IRL local tech group I'm part of (but starting to hate it, ngl, shush don't tell anyone).

Tagging people is absolutely the hardest part, but heyho. Pretty sure some of you beautiful people have already, but if not then bare your souls (or not) as much as you dare! @hilema @pleasecallmesweetie @callipigio @maleficent-cannoli @mangacat201 @bitsandpiecesofwhoiam @soglideaway @gaym3bo1

#get to know you #nine people is too much pressure holy smokes #i hate tagging i mess it up every time