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danihow · 3 months

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Love hurts

Han Seojun x producer!Reader True Beauty

Summary: Falling in love with someone who doesn´'t loves you suck, but it sucks more watching them hurt.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: unrequited love, han seojun is in love with jukyung, bad written, not proofread, angst.

A/N: i needed to do this to get this man out of my mind, my god why is he so perfect and so unreal.

You never thought love could hurt, not when it was such a beautiful feeling.

Working as a producer has been your dream all high school, being scouted by a Move Entertainment agent as a freshly graduated person was probably the biggest blessing you've ever received in the last 5 years.

You still remember your first day at the company as an apprentice of the bigger producers, sitting at the back of their studio in the couch and watching them come up with ideas, lead the idols and modifying simple sound onto a whole ass song.

Your heart felt so full of emotions that day you swore you could've cried from happiness even thought you were mistreated by other staff, you remember vividly how your face hurt from smiling on the way home.

Your shoes clacking against the tiled floor echoed through the empty halls of the huge building, it still amuses you to this day the was the floor never seemed to get dirty, always reflecting as if it was a mirror.

However, even if you could spot everything on the floor you still missed the person you were walking into, your head colliding against his tall back, startling out of your mind.

"Yah!" A man's voice flooded your ears before your eyes looked up to who you have crashed into, locking with brown foxlike eyes. "How do you manage to bump into the only other person in the floor?" He says, looking into you intently.

He was the prettiest man you've ever met, and even that was an understatement. The way his eyes complemented the rest of his face, his dark hair in a mullet giving him a mysterious and cool vibe that was just highlighted by his all-black outfit. It was probably the most memorable thing about that day.

"I'm sorry." You mutter, bowing a bit and smiling apologetically.

"It's okay, just look where you're going." He tells you in something between a reprimand and some advice, between polite and cocky. "You're a producer?" He asks, more for him than for you as he spots your producer badge hanging from your neck.

"Oh, yeah, I started today. I'm L/N Y/N." You smile politely at him, who nodded and gave you a weird smile back.

"Nice to meet you L/N Y/N, name's Han Seojun." He said before he continued walking, a small greeting bow before looking away. "Have a good night."

As the weeks rolled by you learnt from your superior that Han Seojun has a new trainee and was already relatively famous as it was too. Your encounter with the boy becoming more and more frequent the more he started practicing and the more you advanced as a producer. The two of you becoming close work friends rather quickly.

As the months turned into years and the level of comfort grew between the two of you the more your feeling for him surpassed the limit of friends, his laugh enticing a newfound warmth in your chest anytime you heard it, his eyes appearing in your daydreaming more and more often. Everything about him changing in your eyes to something else. Nonetheless, as your feeling for him grew with your friendship so did the secrets you knew from each other.

Even though you like him a lot you knew very well how much he liked Lim Jukyung, and you couldn't get mad at it, she has been in his live for far longer than you and is just and angel to be around; if anything you would've fallen in love with her too if you were Seojun.

"Y/Nie, you have done more than enough with those tracks, go home." Your superior mentioned as he walked in the studio, passing you a bottle of water and sitting by your side.

"Something is missing..." you mutter, your back aching from sitting in the same chair for so many consecutive hours, mouse scrolling through the track in the monitor for the nth time in the past half hour.

"You can review it tomorrow, go and rest." He said once again, pulling you away from the computer, your hands stretching as far as they could to keep on working until you were out of reach. His hand grabbing the mouse and saving the track. "Go." His voice was stern but with a hint of fondness, a soft smile on his face as you oblige.

Grabbing you bag and saying your goodbyes you walked out of the studio, opting for using the stairs as your exercise for the day. Eight flight of stairs you were kind of regretting your choice, but you were no quitter, so you kept going. "God my back's killing me." You whisper for yourself as your rub your neck tiredly, putting your coat on until a sound picked up your attention.

Instantly your mind went back to that one-time Jukyung playfully told you she heard from her sister that there was a ghost around the building, seemingly having been haunted herself a few times. "Aigoo..." You mutter, freezing in place as your ears try to pick up the sound again; a few seconds pass and you hear it again, however it seemed to be a sob.

Concerned and a bit less scared you kept on walking down, careful to not disturb whoever it was that cried silently. A few floors down you were met with the figure of a man, sat down in the stairs as his body shook painfully as he cried, his soft sobs flooding your ears and you wished to all the heavens above you were mistaking the silhouette with someone else.

Please, don't be him.

You took a few steps down, the closer you got the clearer he became before your tired eyes. "Seojun?" You asked in a whisper, close enough to crouch down and place your hand on his shoulder.

It shouldn't hurt so much to see the way he flinched at both your voice and your touch, his hand flying to push yours off as his face refused to turn towards you.

With a sigh you sat down beside him, not a word leaving your mouth as you looked ahead of you, giving him the time to do whatever he wanted with his appearance before you looked at him, letting him know you are not forcing anything out of him but instead offering him your company.

A few seconds passed by, maybe a whole minute before he kept on crying, hand trying so hard to muffle his voice as his tears never stopped flowing down his cheeks. Slowly you turned to look at him, taking the time to take in his appearance before sighing again. It hurt a lot to see him so broken.

"It's okay to cry it out, don't silence yourself." You whispered softly, hand slowly reaching for his and taking it off his mouth, a sob immediately following after. "I can leave if you want me to." You said, giving him a few seconds to react, taking his silence and lack of eye contact as a sign and stood up.

"Wait.... don't go," he said in a choked voice, hand flying to grab your wrist, eyes finally looking up at you between his tears. "Please."

"You don't have to ask me twice." You say, a soft and sad smile on your face as your crouched down in front of him between his knees, hands resting now on top of his cheeks and brushing away his tears. "You wanna talk about it or just exist for a while?"

Your tone was so sweet and full of patience he just felt like crying again, sniffing he kept silent, eyes roaming through your face and not once finding your company insincere. "I let her go." He whispers back, his eyes appearing as an open book for you to read, his mouth pouting and his eyes tearing again. "It hurts."

"I know it hurts, and it hurt to love her too, didn't it?" You ask, brushing a few stray hairs off his face and behind his ears, a mannerism you took upon on as his hair grew between haircuts. "I'm so sorry."

"Why does it hurt so much?" He said while desperately looking into your eyes for an explanation, his own hand clutching his chest as if trying to take his heart out. "Why do I had to love her out of everyone?"

He sounded so broken, so exhausted of his feelings it made you teary too, a burning sensation starting at your throat threatening to choke your upcoming words.

"You don't choose who to love, just how she didn't choose not to love you." You mutter, blinking away the stinging in your eyes. "It's part of life as much as it sucks." You whisper, shuffling in your feet that hurt from crouching for so long. "Love hurts, it's dumb how much loving can hurt when it's such a beautiful feeling, huh?" You can't help but chuckle at your own words, how ironic.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles after a while, his hands brushing off the last of his tears as he has now calmed down a lot more, you still crouching in front of him, never once taking your attention away.

"Don't apologize for being human." With a smile your hands sneak up to grab his and stand up, pulling him with you. "Come on, let's go and get some air. away from this creepy stairway." With one of your hands you clean his face of, not wanting anyone to see he was crying as your other hand never loosens around his.

As you walked down the stairs with him trailing behind you Seojun couldn't help but notice how secure your hand held his and how your presence soothes him, a small grateful smile on his face.

"Thank you, Y/N." He mutters as you drag him along, not once yapping or complaining of this ruining his tough image as he would've done every other day.

"That's what friends are for." You smile at him over your shoulder, because even if Han Seojun doesn't love you back, love hurts and it's part of life.

#han seojun #han seojun true beauty #seojun #han seojun x reader #seojun x reader #han seojun fluff #seojun fluff #han seojun fanfic #true beauty #true beauty scenarios

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starshipsofstarlord · 17 days

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before the stage

prompt. quickly sewing back the loose button of their shirt that came off at the last minute, realising that you two are extremely close (1.2k)

pairing. luke hemmings x assistant!reader

warnings. fluff, employer x assistant feelings, written in 2nd person, frustrated!luke, the black shirt 🥵

divider credits. @cafekitsune

It was almost time for Luke and his band to perform, they had been entirely prepared and surpassed any qualms that threatened to delay their appearance on stage, however in the last moment, another problem appeared, leading Luke to sigh irritatedly. He was wearing a button up, the first one already undone, however it appeared that it didn't matter how much the quality of the satin fabric had cost, a couple of buttons in his midsection had escaped from the threads that held them in place.

The lead singer plucked the black pearls that closed his shirt up from the trodden ground, holding the minuscule clasps in his large hand. To say he was annoyed was an understatement; he didn't even have a backup outfit, he was set on wearing the exact apparel that he had on. "Fuck sake." His tone was bitter, it was as though something always had to go wrong at the last second.

It was just his luck, he thought. "Is something wrong Luke?" The voice cut through his distress as smooth as a knife, the soft sound relaxing the tall man slightly, as he looked to the side to see you - his assistant. He felt his lips incoherently move on their own accord as he fumbled to speak, miming through oxygen that flowed between you. "I- uh." He didn't want to rant to you about something so unimportant in the world, it would make him appear nonchalant to the real problems that tainted the earth.

He had the ability to purchase anything that he wished for due to the success of his music career, and thus he felt petty. "It's nothing." Luke shrugged off the grievance that had the strength to delay his entrance beneath the stage lights, there was no justice in getting worked up over something so minuscule. "Just.. my shirt broke." To emphasise his point in an embarrassed gesture, he braced his hands awkwardly on his hips and looked down at his torso.

A crease fell between your brows, and he felt like an absolute fool. There was a hue of red blossoming on his cheeks as he noticed your eyes scanning along his body, pinpointing the ajar fabric, your pupils staring sternly at his exposed skin. "I have just the thing." Your y/e/c eyes devotedly ogled up at him, glee glowing with an ambience from your eyes as a wide smile sprawled on your lips, leaving the curly haired blonde riddled in confusion.

For a moment you ignored your employer, shuffling with a purpose through your handbag that was slung across your shoulder, all knowing with what your search was for. A sound of diluted happiness prevailed from your throat as you plucked out a small and transparent case, where sewing needles and midnight coloured thread were stored. "Did you find the buttons?" It wouldn't be a problem if he hadn't, as you had a couple of spares loosely dancing around in your bag, however Luke held out his hand.

Luke felt sparks shoot through his body as you took the buttons, your fingers digging gently in the indent lines of his palm, grasping the black spheres and preparing your tools to reattach them. He could have sworn you were an angel sent from heaven to make every day that he spent with you significantly brighter; if there was ever a barricade to his intended path, you always had a solution.

You were always prepared, however in this moment you had to try with great difficulty to ignore the his soft abs from your focused sight. All you had to do was your job, which was to provide support and anything that Luke required, and so with your black reel of thread connected to the button, you grasped the opening of his shirt, knuckles brushing his tender muscles. The contact made him shakily inhale, his heart thumping vigorously within his chest.

He had never meant to form such an unprofessional crush on you, but it was impossible, sure when he interviewed you he couldn't ignore the physical attraction that he felt for you, though it didn't blind him to your listed criteria that was on your resume. "Thanks for this." He quietly spoke, but his words were as clear as day due to the proximity that you shared. One button down, one to go - you felt sufficiently accomplished, and you held the other one, determined to finish this fixing in time.

"It's my job." You responded nonchalantly, shrugging his appreciation off as to calm the butterflies that hurtled around in your stomach. "And it's no big deal Luke, it's an easy fix." Oh god, he could feel your breath hitting his chest where he had intentionally opened his shirt, and he could feel sweat brewing against his hairline. You were so focused, and he couldn't help but take in every detail of your face.

As you finished with putting the last button on, you placed the needle and thread back where they belonged, before you grasped the sides of his shirt, readying to put them through their designated loops. As you looked up, and he looked down upon you in his heeled boots, your nose almost touched his chin, and your eyes met in a staring embrace. "Hi." You muttered, hands still on his blouse.

"Hey." He replied, his lips pulling at the sides as his pupils enlarged in their surrounding blue pools. "How long do we have?" The musician enquired, knowing that you had a better sense for time management than he did. You glanced down at your watch, only briefly, and cocked your head. "Enough." You said, your body jumping a little as you felt his hands coil delicately around your hips.

The two of you leaned in, meeting in the middle in a collision of your lips, your hands tugging softly at his natural curls as you melted with satisfaction against one another. It was a slow exchange, full of passion and desire, and you wished it would last longer, however the alarm on your watch alerted you with a beckoning siren, causing you to defiantly pull away and huff lightly. "You have five minutes until you have to go on." You informed him, humming as Luke stroked your cheek.

He wanted nothing more than to lean in and get lost in you, to fall even further than he already had for you. But duty called, and he stood up straight, running his lips against one another as he vowed to never forget the first romantic moment that you shared. "I'll see you after?" Luke asked hopefully, his ocean eyes blazing with a new lease of motivation. Without a doubt you nodded, your hands ensuring that his shirt was done up and brushing down the smooth material to stroke out any creases.

"Of course. And then we could pick up where we left off." Your promise had a giddy expression morphing unto Luke's face, and you watched as he begrudgingly stalked off to meet with the other members of his touring team, excited to view his earth breaking performance from the sidelines. There was never a lyric that you skipped over, although today was different, you were strongly distracted by the leading man, and the before stage moment that you had just shared.

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings oneshot #luke hemmings fanfic #luke hemmings fluff #luke hemmings fic #5sos x reader #5sos imagine #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5sos fluff

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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hello lovely people!

i was wondering if there were any historical fics that specifically look at queer history? it could be just aziraphale or just crowley, them together or not together. it could be as far back as sappho and as recent as legalisation of gay marriage.

thank you!

Hi! We have #queer history, #pride parade, and #queer guardian angel aziraphale tags on which you will find fics of interest. Here are more to add to the queer history collection...

An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar- and there is No Punchline Because this is the 80s and Everyone is Sad, Gay and Repressed by DontOffendTheBees (M)

“So you’re not here to dance.” Crowley ducks his head, his long and impressively voluminous hair tumbling about his face as he nudges his aviators down his nose, peering at Aziraphale with those cunning yellow eyes over the top of them. He smirks like the wily old serpent he is, savouring the next words he speaks. “Now, what else could possibly lure a confirmed bachelor such as yourself to an establishment like this?” In which Aziraphale gravitates to the comfort of a queer space, and winds up in need of further comforting.

and at least in this lifetime (we're sticking together) by vivelegalite (T)

[GOD, NARRATING] People tend to be torn as to which side could be credited with legalisation of gay marriage across all of the United States of America. Most people consider it an act of Good, which it is of course, and attribute it to Heaven. Some, a much less pleasant lot, argue it to be the work of Hell. They tend to back their claims up with improperly translated lines from a book the Almighty had never actually written or even really bothered to read through — I tend to outsource that kind of work — and speak of God’s will and whatnot. Both groups are, however, mistaken. The legalisation of gay marriage across all of the United States of America was brought about not by Heaven, not by Hell, but by a tragically smitten demon with a rather high alcohol concentration and a plan.

Eziraphael's Gifts: A History of Queer Faith and Longing, by Natasha Marie Johnson (Beacon Press, 2019). by actualbat (G)

"If Eziraphael has come to be known--in today's language--as the 'guardian angel of sad queers,' then it makes sense for him to have shown up more regularly in the past once that became a recognizable historical category." Natasha is really glad that she's given this talk enough times to be able to do it on autopilot, because those two funny-looking men in the back just made the most absurdly astonished faces. (Or: Not all historians ignore gay subtext, and not all immortal celestial beings have their shit together. Also, voodoo.)

it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) by bibliocratic (T)

It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale. Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.

Under the Blazing Sun, Thy Footsteps Track by Elfgrandfather (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley keep finding themselves mixed up with a rather queer lot, and eventually have to contend with what it might mean, both about their own identities and their relationship to each other.

Surpassing All the Stars by KannaOphelia (M)

There was a faint tracing of scales along the woman's cheekbones, tracing down her thin arms and lean thighs. The nipples on her pale, almost flat breasts were dark as night. Fiery red curls fell over dagger-sharp shoulders sprayed gently with more black scales, and the golden eyes were wide and snake-like. The woman was beautiful, but hardly human. "Crawly," the woman said with disgust. "Was that the best you could do, angel?" "I said I didn't have much imagination." Aziraphale's lips were heavy, and she was almost sure she wasn't forming the words properly. There was some kind of spell over her, holding her almost immobile. The venom must have been paralytic. If she had been human, she supposed she would have been dead. Her corporation didn't like it much either. "What name would you prefer I use for you?" The stranger tipped her head on one side, considering. "Crowley?" Aziraphale almost laughed. The whole situation was simply too irritating. If she was to die now, at the hands of some local deity, the paperwork hardly bore thinking about. And her precious work on Sappho's poetry, gone. "Crowley, then. You're a nymph of some kind, I take it?"

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #queer history #mod d

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chanstasy · 2 years

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ANGEL BABY

PAIRING bang chan x female!reader.

CONTENT smut, fluff, soft dom!chan, fwb!au, unprotected sex, masturbation (f).

WORDCOUNT 3,7k.

DETAILS chan confronts the conflicting feelings between the two of you proving how much he loves you the best way he knows.

NOTE i think this is one of my favorite fics so far, i really yearn for you to adore it as much as i do. sweet chan content for all my channie enthusiasts !

DISCLAIMER ( ! ) this is not intended to promote unprotected sexual practices or the security of not getting pregnant/not contracting STD. please don't take this as your comprehensive sex education. all facts and events are fictitious. the written scenes do not represent any real person nor do they plan to steal/falsify their identity. any coincidence with names and places is pure artistic creation by and for entertainment.

you will never disappoint chan, you know that for sure. from the moment you met him you knew that you wanted to be the best for him, and being friends with benefits is only a small portion from that abysmal pact that you sealed with yourself.

the question he asked to you only a few seconds ago is still bouncing around your brain's walls, the stimulation inside your mind isn't enough to formulate an answer. "what do you want?" he simply inquired.

you have to say it is possibly the first time he asks you what you want and not what you need. that's a separate issue, what your body demands is rawly a product of spending so much time being an unsuccessful loser when it came to love and physical attention ― your subconscious molded to be the best submissive anyone will ever have. but with chan, it's different.

he does seem to understand that you are up for anything, and that's why he's so careful with you. the way he looks after you as if you were his treasure surpasses the dimensions of any non-romantic relationship. he always makes time for you, he takes care of every detail, from moving your hair from your face while you are taking all of him in your mouth to keeping his hand behind your back when there are people around and he has to show belonging. he loves the fact that you belong to him and that you strive to keep it that way.

there are so many things he loves about you, especially the shyness on your face when he confronts you like this. no matter how many times he has physically and morally stripped you naked, he loves to see that he's still able to unwrap the vulnerability in you. he loves your willingness to give up even talking to give him your all, which leads him to believe that you see your pleasure as a reward for how good you are to him.

the seconds tick by and you remain silent. chan, as always, takes care of the matter.

his hands are kept in his pants pockets while you play with his belt buckle, the desk below you supports your weight as you are practically cornered by him. your fingers move the metal from one side to the other as you try to find a way to express yourself. chan watches you silently. the remaining sunbeams paint over your face beautifully, your lashes look longer when your lids are down. the smile on his lips unfolds naturally.

he brings his index finger under your chin, the subtle pressure he applies makes you lift your head. you grant him the wordlessly order, feeling your heart race once you make eye contact with him.

"take this off," he verbally commands this time, pointing to your shirt with a vague flick of his eyes.

you don't even have to process the indication, your arms automatically grab the ends of the garment to pull and discard it over your head. your eyes look for chan's again, but your altered hair prevents it. he moves it from your face to meet your wide, eager pupils observing him.

he smirks. you clearly have no problem following his commands, so he doesn't see why would you shouldn't give him a response.

"now answer me," he insists. his fingers grip the bones of your jaw so he can slide one of his thumbs across your cheek. "what do you want?"

your hand returns to the waistband of his pants, and this time you gently pull him closer to you. you make room between your legs to give him as much space as possible, enchanting him with your next words. "make love with you."

the cheesy, melodious request reaches chan's ears with no interference but he still has a little trouble understanding it. his frown is so subtle that, if you weren't staring at him, you wouldn't notice it. his deft hand releases the grip on your jaw, now it pushes your hair behind your shoulder.

"you ask for it as if i had never done it."

and chan's accusation has some truth, but it's not entirely accurate. his hand slides down your arm to rest on the wood beside you. he's closer than before, you can confirm it by the way you feel nervous above all other emotions. chan can tell, he has studied you so keenly that he knows every gesture like the palm of his hand ― the one that now lies on your thigh.

"have you?" you ask with innocence.

he takes you as seriously as you're being, but he still chuckles. he finds it even sweet that you have taken the courage to face the small detail of involved feelings.

his hand anchores on your thigh, his fingers caress over the skin that little by little bristles. chan's eyes follow his own movements until his fingers trace the outline of your waist. he loves how every part of your body molds to his hand as if it's his duty to touch you. he squeezes your side, coming closer to your ear. his breath ghosts over your neck, chan examines your healthy skin that has finally recovered from the last few hickeys he gave you. it's so clean, there's so much room to re-mark it. the tip of his nose bumps gently with the cartilage of your ear before he speaks.

"how can you doubt that, (name)?" he whispers in such a way that his voice enters your eardrum but pierces through your gut.

your legs wrap around his, it's unconscious. you want to get even closer than you are every time you feel his touch, and that's exactly what chan does. both of his hands hold your sides before his lips land on your neck. one, two, three times. your close your eyes as his tongue traces under your ear and makes you tilt your head to the side. chan presses his chest against yours, embeds you in his unbuttoned shirt so you can feel the buzz as he talks.

"you hurt me, angel. you make me feel like i don't want you enough."

you take a hold of his forearms, adapting firmness to counter him. "that's not what i said."

he sucks on the spot above your collarbone, the feeling has you throwing your head back until you open your eyes and meet his. it's so easy for him to break you down. his frown rises, he begs with his features for an explanation before asking for one. "and what do you mean, then? do you really put in doubt that everything i do to you isn't made with love?"

chan lowers his gaze to your lips, inspecting them as if he didn't spend more hours than he can count kissing them. he licks his subtly, giving you the time and the chance to answer ― but you don't, and he doesn't waste his time with you. his lips catch yours, he creates the movements that you impatiently follow. it's so easy, so quick for him to make you melt into his grasp. the feel of his mouth on yours drives you crazy. you can't explain why, you just feel that everything inside you tingles.

the push his hands give you behind your waist makes you slide to the edge of the desk. your own hands press around his arms to keep you from moving an inch, however, chan has other plans. he knows more than anyone how to make you talk. he takes advantage of the breath he takes when his lips release yours and catches you completely off guard. his mouth immediately connects to your chin, he forces you to lift your head just in time to kiss your throat and keep going down. his wet kisses run over the exposed part of your chest, and his fingers slowly move up to play with your bra straps. he doesn't put them down and that exasperates you more than noticing the way he bends his knees so that his mouth reaches your belly. the sequence it's quick, it tickles for a few seconds but it turns into heat faster than you can blink. fuck, he knows exactly how to make your breath feel heavy just by pressing a gentle kiss to your lower stomach.

chan makes himself comfortable between your legs, he flashes his gaze in your direction to see you from below. oh, eye contact has never felt as intense as it does from his vantage point. he's so close to your core that you're afraid he might see how wet you're getting, though judging by the way your thighs threaten to close, he already noticed. chan sighs, he has a huge internal battle of indecision about what he will do to you first.

his hand holds one of your legs to prevent you from closing them, his fingers slide to your knee where he applies a little pressure to show that he's in charge. "you're not this good to anyone but me, you don't give all this to anyone but me" he points out the obvious, saving the smirk for now. "who's going to adore you as much as i do?"

the answer forms on the tip of your tongue, but he pulls it out once more. his hand circles your thigh to lift your leg, he leaves you defenseless and throwing your weight back. he kisses your inner thigh slowly, he's so hungry for you and yet he drags his kisses one by one until he reaches the edge of your shorts. it doesn't even cross his head ordering you to take them off, no, he just tugs on them to break the barrier they put on him.

you can't suppress the little whine that escapes from your mouth, you are so unprepared when he takes decisions by his own. you don't know what to do nor how to react, and this is no exception. your hand goes straight for his, and he feels your grip just before trying to move your underwear.

chan smiles this time, he can't contain it anymore. "no one can be this intimate with you," he whispers, looking up at you to test how receptive you are. "isn't it?" he asks, hoping your brain hasn't turned into putty.

but you shake your head. you know perfectly well that the answer is no. "no―" you exhale, the air is too scarce to add more words.

"no, of course not. no one but me has this privilege."

you feel the air hitting you as your bottom is slid across your silky skin. your legs try to close reflexively, but chan rises from his position to stand between them. your eyes follow his movements until his hand settles back behind your head, his gaze seduces yours until you establish eye contact. something inside you makes you deny from side to side as if you were dragging that short answer you gave seconds ago. chan doesn't need anything else for his free hand to unbuckle his belt and consecutively his pants. he does it as if he's trying to show off about how nimble he is with his fingers, even though you already know that.

you can't pay attention to anything but his eyes and the sweet way they hold yours despite witnessing such fervent event. chan makes sure that changes, and he gently pushes your head so you look down at his hands. he strokes his erected cock, flushed from how easily you can make the blood tighten it.

"look at that baby, see what you do to me."

"chan―"

"eyes focused" he adds the slightest pressure with his hand to make sure you comply. "i need you to see the effect you have on me."

you shiver inside when you feel the contact of his tip between your moistened folds, he drags it from top to bottom knowing perfectly well the vigor that erupts in you from such a small action. you feel so ashamed because you love it. chan takes a step closer seeking to be close enough to line up with your entrance and slide inside you. with the deepest moan he buries himself just as deeply.

your eyes flutter with the stretch, your nervous system wants to make them close but your brain reminds you that you were instructed to pay attention. you whine out loud, it's so hard to contain yourself when you feel chan filling you up this well. your fingernails scratch the wood of the desk below you as you hold on to the edge for dear life. chan sighs, he takes his time keeping serene before retracting his hips and slowly pushing them back into you. he wants you to see everything, every inch that disappears along your little cunt.

his other hand joins the other side of your face, he holds you before resting his forehead on top of yours. he makes the scene as sentimental as it demands. your scent, your sounds, the way your walls hug him so deliciously turn him more sensitive than he'll admit. there's no way you can't understand how much this means to him.

his lips part to speak to a content whimper, he settles his pace right on top of his words. "i make love to you every single time, angel."

he rolls his hips as if he's dancing, as if he's indulging into the art of creating a classic piece out of lustful sex. his heart beats fast, excitement builds in his stomach like pleasure. you moan with his words, they are so beautiful and so filthy to listen at the same time. you want him to repeat it over and over again.

your hands rest on top of his, you're equally sensitive and it shows. chan can feel the jerky clenching of your walls that reveals how hard it is for you to take him. he licks his lips before exhaling through his nose. he's so good at keeping control when it comes to you. "you are my absolute weakness, (name). no one else makes me feel this way."

you want to believe him, you really want to. you look up at him, chan seems to read your thoughts through your forehead.

"you know it is so," he assures with a weak nod.

his jaw tightens right after, the growl that forms in the back of his throat easily escapes as he abuses that spot inside you that feels tighter when you squeeze your warm walls. dear lord, it's so obvious that his words are plausible yet he feels that he's not being clear enough. his hand detaches from your head for his fingers to creep behind your thigh. he wraps your leg around his waist, he needs you as close as physically possible ― and as convenient for him to accuse you. "you know it so well and yet you doubt it."

your now free hand rests on his chest, pressing it down with your demand. "i want to hear you say it" you exclaim, voice weak and small from the little stability you have at feeling him so heavily buried in you. "i don't want it to just be something i fantasize about."

chan exhales a laugh. it is correct to say that he feels butterflies inside him, but that wouldn't be very domminant of him to express out loud. he bites his lip, suppressing how wide his smile would be if he didn't.

his hips push a little harder to stay still inside you, his fingers simultaneously dig into your thigh. "do you fantasize about hearing me say i love you?" he asks, sliding the hand that's still on your head into your hair. he moves it delicately, smoothing the strands back with the softness of a cotton ball. "are you really that in love with me, (name)?"

you can't stop that part of your brain that in any other situation would tell you to shut your mouth, not when chan is making you feel so good. you're so ridiculously in love with him that it makes you look stupid. you nod your head more than once, you give him exactly the response he expected to get and that has him dragging his bottom lip.

he can't contain it, he must kiss you.

before you can even think about it his lips are hitting yours. it's sticky, intense, it makes you press your whole palm on his chest as if you could fight him. but oh, how deluded you are if you think you can do such a thing once his hips start rolling again. the angle of his thrusts is different, he rips moans from your clumsy mouth that can't hold the kiss.

there is no musical work that can match the ecstasy that hearing you in pleasure generates for chan, added to doing it after confessing your feelings for him. he thrusts harder, chan knows exactly how much force and speed to use to make your back arch. and he achieves it, of course he achieves it. your hand falls from his chest when you feel that the building of your high is approaching its peak, both arms intuitively plant behind you to hold your weight.

as always, there you are devoting yourself to him to do what he wants from your body.

both of his hands take hold of your hips with the exposure, chan relishes every second of watching you battle as he quickens his pace ― the sudden thought that crosses his head is proof of that. "show me how far you'll go for me, angel."

his order is accompanied by his hand taking one of yours, giving you the right amount of time to settle with your other arm so as not to lose your balance. he brings it to his mouth with a small smile, and plants a kiss on the back of it like the romanticist that he is.

"touch yourself. and don't stop until you cum around me".

the information reaches the only neurons working correctly inside your head and they send it to your trembling fingers that are placed by chan himself on your clit. your index and middle fingers deftly get the hang of it, the added pleasure is instantaneous. you make consistent and each time faster circles that send waves through your nerve endings. your brow furrows with how close your orgasm feels.

chan watches you adoringly, he keeps in his memory the image of your parted and swollen lips, your flushed cheeks, your chest heaving up and down. you're so beautiful and irreplaceable for him. his cock bills him, throbbing inside you from the suffocation of your warm, tight cavity. you can't stop, you don't want to stop, you feel the heat spreading in your core and you get totally detached from the control you have over your hips. they buck, grind along chan's poor overwhelmed length.

he grunts nearly obscenely at the feel of you contracting around him. he holds your hips down to thrusth into your overstimulation. "that's it, beautiful" he whispers as your juices leak all over your hole.

your hands tremble from the clumsiness, they end up anchored on chan's shoulders as the only existing support. your whines sound pathetic, you fall apart in a matter of seconds. chan feels himself twitching and forces herself to pull out from you, his eyes disappear as he narrows them with the tightest frown. you feel the emptiness, the void, and witness the way he pumps himself next to the thin but slick layer that soon after is overshadowed by his own release.

you watch every drop of the hot, thick shots of cum that land on your stomach. you love to see it, you love to see how you end up full of his cum like an animal that marks its territory. chan lets out a long, low sigh once he unloads everything, something inside him just did a somersault this time.

he buries his head into your neck, holds you close and inhales in your fading pheromones as he catches his breath. his body has been shaken before your charms as usual. your hands drop from his shoulders to his chest, you feel the fluttering beat of his heart which your own organ mirrors. you feel so different, this time it's not euphoria that goes through you, it's something much profound and intimate just as he stated it earlier.

you feel the warm breath in your ear, and the fingers creeping up your arms. chan straightens his neck so he can look at you, that's when he confirms that he can tell you exactly what you want to hear. he takes an audible breath as he brushes your hair back one last time, letting his hands mold to your cheeks.

damnit, he does not doubt what you make him feel.

chan doesn't think twice, he leans into your forehead and presses the most chaste, lovely kiss you've ever received. you have no choice but to believe every premise that previously came out of his mouth.

"i do love you, (name)" he finally uses the words that were missing to his speech, and oh how beautiful they sound said by him. "you'd have to be blind not to see it."

you smile sheepishly, almost embarrassed. you lift your chin to reach his mouth and plant an equally adorable kiss on his lips that now taste sweeter than before. "i'll believe you, but just this once."

he laughs, his expression drastically changes at your playful comment. chan squeezes your cheeks to make your lips pout out, he feels the urge to press another kiss in between his judging. "just this once? what is that blatant way of guaranteeing sex?"

you giggle as well. the only conflict that stressed you now allows you to joke freely. "the only way i'll make sure you keep your word".

chan nods. the gesture is mocking, sarcastic, but unable to go against the truth behind your words. he sighs, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb. "you're lucky i'm obsessed with you, angel."

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samoadoll · 17 days

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No Bad Spirited Bitches. They get no reaction..since their empowerment is through your attention. Anyone who attacks you unprovoked intends to keep your eye away from looking at your blessings. They want your mind immersed in the drama they created so it distracts you from bigger things to focus on. Protect yourself through centering your being in Angel Energy Only. If someone isn’t speaking from love..don’t listen. If someone is trying to dim your light…ignite it even brighter. Heaven never had a war. God simply kicked out who was stirring up trouble. Do the same. You don’t need to fight..just remove who wants to be against you.

You’re above them, it’s indicated in your stature because you can only pull something down that is already high. They try to get in your way on your path because they devote their existence to being in competition. You’ll never lose when you refuse to lose yourself so don’t demote yourself to the gutter they reside in. They go low because that’s all they know..you go with God. Throughout your elevation God is your protection. Your provision is through God so they can’t cut off your source of blessings. Your antagonist has become their own agony. They are tortured by your prosper. They did the most to stop it but now they watch you enjoy the fruition of your answered prayers. The demise they hope for will never become your reality because no curse can do you harm. You have to laugh at people who hate on what they don’t have and realize..they are hating because they don’t have it. Keep reminding them of their lack by getting everything they said you couldn’t have. It’s not your fault that outdoing yourself also happens to surpass them. You are your standard. You didn’t choose to be theirs..their envious feelings is what it made it a one sided competition.

No Bad Spirited Bitches. Angel Energy Only. Written by Areli Soleil.

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this might be a silly question, but do we know what sascha's zulo form looks like? and if we dont, do you have any head cannons?

The 'canon' answer is that all Zulo forms are completely identical and Sascha's is no different, as described in the original Players' Guide to the Sabbat:

"This power enables the vampire to assume the form of a real monster. In one turn, the vampire's entire body transforms into a seven to eight-foot-tall creature with grotesque features. The vampire has clawlike, seven-fingered hands, a row of bony spines protruding from her vertebrae, a horribly deformed head, huge muscles and thick blackish -gray skin covered with a slick, black, oily residue. Oddly enough, all vampires using this power take this form, though each has slight variations."

Still held true as late as the V20 corebook, although it no longer emphasises that they're all identical. More specifically, so does the Revised corebook! The Clan Novel Saga, specifically the individual story written by Lucien Soulban, is Revised-era, and is the only story where we get a specific description of Sascha's Zulo form:

This is one of the very few things V5 actually did right for the Tzimisce, in that Zulo form is no longer identical to everyone:

"With a mastery of the body so complete that it surpasses natural limitations, the vampire can take on a truly monstrous form, complete with vicious claws, protruding fangs, ridged features, and corded muscles. Although its exact traits can vary between occasions, the form often has an individual, specific appearance that manifests every time this power is used, a vision of the user’s Beast made flesh. Some look like hellishly malformed animals, some look demonic or atavistic, and some defy any sense of worldly familiarity. Many incorporate the traits of other vampires in nature, such as leeches, bats, ticks, and mosquitoes, magnified to grotesque proportions."

The fact that it's an amalgam between Protean 4 and Dominate 2 is still a stupid-ass decision. Ha ha yeah you can change yourself because you're ~dominating your body~ oh get fucked. If you had to make Vicissitude an amalgam, at least make it something that makes sense, like Auspex! Also it now costs drastically higher, it had always been Vicissitude 4 and now you need two extra levels? Man c'mon.

Anyway.

A lot of fandom has embraced that, or, potentially, the V5 Companion writers looked at how basically every Tzimisce fan went "yeah no fuck that" and designed their own Zulo form. There are some amazingly, wonderfully creative designs out there, and I firmly believe that in a clan like the Tzimisce, Zulo forms would be individualistic and incredible to see. And Sascha has Vicissitude 7 and Style 6, as if they're going to be constrained to some basic-ass variation everyone has ;)

For my own interpretation, I hc that they have wings with razor-sharp black feathers made of chitin, to really tie into that Angel of Caine imagery. They're not quite designed to fly with, they don't use Chiropteran Marauder form, but they can glide a bit and, more importantly, intimidate ;D I see the main body of their Zulo form as catlike, like this sleek black panther, with razor-sharp claws, spikes down the length of their spine, and a sword-like blade on the end of their tail, and alarmingly intelligent and human-like eyes that look really disconcerting in a panther-like face.

But that's just 'my' Sascha - there are probably a ton of incredible designs out there!

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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Gone By Sunrise | S.R

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Summary - Spencer Reid uses sex as a barrier between himself and his heart. But somewhere along the line you slipped past his carefully curated defences and got your hooks into him. How can he tell you he wants more than just sex and you slipping away before sunrise?

A/N - this was written for my dear friend @smurphyse birthday challenge! Everybody should go join in and show their support because Smurph is truly wonderful and happy birthday Angel ❤️. I took inspiration from the song “Loving You is Lonely” by Harmony Byrne and the prompts “Get on your knees and show me.”, “When this is all over, I want my sanity back.” Everything between Spencer and reader is consensual and discussed before hand, but please read with caution.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - porn with feelings, ambiguous (kind of hopeful) ending (minors DNI)

Content Warnings - Welp where do I begin? drinking, sexually promiscuous Spencer, vague mentions of bisexual Spencer, vague prison mentions, BDSM dungeons, age gap between consenting adults, brief mentions of clit slapping, oral sex (m&f receiving), Dom! Spencer / Sub! Reader, dirty talk, use of “whore” and “bitch”, public sex act, brief mentions of subdrop, consensual somnophilia, male masturbation, fingering, swearing, spitting, butt plugs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentions of anal sex, doggy style, aftercare, mutual pining.

Word Count - 5.6k

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It was a little known fact about Doctor Spencer Reid that he was an incredibly sexual person.

He came across bumbling and slightly awkward but he’d discovered early on that wasn’t necessarily a flaw.

He lost his virginity whilst working on his undergrad at CalTech which would sound late if it weren’t for the fact he was a genius and fifteen at the time.

Her name was Sarah and she was one of the professor's daughters and the only girl his age on campus.

She spent a lot of time at CalTech despite not being a student there and she and Spencer had grown very close, very quickly.

Before Sarah, young Spencer had never had time to think about sex. His whole life had been taking care of his mother and working hard so that someday he might make something of himself.

But once he’d had a taste, there was no going back.

Spencer found it easier to use sexual relationships as a barrier between himself and his feelings. He didn’t sleep with one person more than a handful of times, he never took people on dates or brought his heart into the equation.

Sex allowed him to stave off his lonely existence for just long enough so he didn’t lose his mind under the weight of his job.

No one had any idea what the shy and socially awkward Doctor got up to in his free time. None of his team knew the notches on his bedpost would far surpass all of theirs combined.

And that’s the way he liked it.

He had a well honed system he’d perfected over the years.

He’d dress up nice, neatly pressed shirt and slacks, tie and sometimes a blazer to complete the look. He’d go to a bar within walking distance of his apartment and sip his single malt and he would wait.

He’d bide his time until the right person caught his eye. Usually it was the person sitting alone with their nose in a book. It was all part of the ruse.

Once he’d found his target he would observe them for a while, get to know everything he could about them by their body language and micro expressions.

It was probably how the unsubs he dedicated his life to catching stalked their victims. And maybe he’d think that was odd if he wasn’t so hyper focused on getting laid.

And when he’d garnered enough information about them, he would make his move.

He’d swoop in, taking note of whatever book they were reading and tell them, “I have a first edition of that one.”

His friendly eyes and slightly lopsided smile showed he posed no threat. His boyish good looks and smart attire were what attracted them.

The night would end with them leaving the bar with him under the pretence of seeing said first edition, because he conveniently only lived around the corner.

And once alone with him, they were putty in his hands.

Spencer had mastered the art of bringing both men and women to their orgasm. He knew just how to bring a person to their knees with his hands or his mouth.

He knew just how to fuck a woman to bring her the most pleasure, have her begging for more and finally tuned his skills as a power bottom to do the same to a man.

It was a little known fact, but that didn’t make it any less true. Spencer Reid was obsessed with sex.

And no more so than after he left prison.

The three months he spent in Milburn were probably the longest he’d gone without sex since he was fifteen years old.

But it hardened him even more so than he’d already been. The walls around his heart had grown taller and stronger so there was no way of anybody getting in.

His sexual appetite grew, his tastes became rougher and more intense. It became harder to find a partner willing to indulge him in his dark fantasies.

And then he met you.

You weren’t one of his bar hookups, or part of one of his ruses. He met you during the course of a case.

You called yourself Sage although he knew it wasn’t your real name. You worked at a BDSM dungeon where a victim had been last seen leaving. Spencer had been all too excited to jump at the chance to go and interview the workers.

You were a seasoned sub, you told him you got a job there while you were in college and three years later you were still there.

You were young and full of innocence. Despite the depraved things you witnessed from your clientele. He became instantly obsessed with you.

As soon as the case was over he revisited the dungeon, this time without his FBI credentials.

He wore black slacks and a black button up with several top buttons undone. He swept his hair back off his face and shaved his errant stubble.

He paid the cover charge and stepped inside, feeling euphoria flooding through his veins at the thick atmosphere that engulfed him.

The large warehouse smelt of sex and promise. Spencer felt the anticipation in his bones.

He was informed of all the rules. No touching without permission. Don’t ask for real names. Don’t be disruptive. Phones are left at the door.

He got a glass of water from the bar and started exploring almost immediately.

It was almost impressive he managed to keep his cock soft in pants as he traversed the dungeons' halls, peering into rooms showcasing various BDSM activity.

In one room he witnessed a man tied to a table by his ankles and wrists whilst being tickled by his dominatrix.

In another he saw three women all clad in leather head to toe, wiping a man over and over while he screamed and cried.

Another had a woman tied down on her front, ass in the air while a man pounded into her and she whined around a ball gag.

After he felt he’d gone through a hundred rooms he finally stumbled on one he was looking for.

You were clad in the purest white lace underwear that made you look like a goddamn angel sent from heaven if you ignored the fact the crotch was cut out of your panties.

Your wrists and ankles were shackled to the exposed brick wall, pulling your body into a star formation.

A man paced up and down in front of you, everyone once in a while moving closer to you and slapping you hard between your exposed legs.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh and devilish cries was what caused his cock to start hardening. And the way your eyes found his and kept his gaze the whole time drove him wild.

He leant against the door, palming himself through his slacks while he watched your clit get slapped over and over again.

By the time the man was done with you, Spencer was close to completion.

The man uncuffed you and thanked you for your time. Spencer waited patiently while you cleaned yourself up before slipping a sheer camisole on your shoulders and sauntering closer to him on your heels.

“Ah Doctor Reid, more questions for me?” You smirked, your eyes dark.

“I’m off the clock.” He licked his bottom lip.

“Thank god.” You stepped a little closer, raising your hand as if you might touch him. “Can I?”

“Yes.” Spencer nodded. “Can I touch you?”

You nodded as your fingernail ran along his jaw, pushing your breasts out towards him. His eyes cast downwards at the movement just like you’d hoped for.

“Are you looking for a good little sub, Doctor?” Your lip tugged at the corner into a dangerous smirk.

“I am.” He nodded, arms planted firmly at his sides even though he had permission to touch you.

“I’m such a good little sub. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Get on your knees and show me.” He suddenly barked at you, surprising you when he grabbed you roughly by your throat and forced you down to your knees.

You whimpered a little as you crashed onto the hard brick floor but Spencer was already working the buckle of his belt undone and freeing his already leaking cock from his slacks.

He reached down and gripped your jaw tightly in his hand and used the other to grip the base of his shaft.

He squeezed your jaw, forcing your mouth to open and thrust his cock inside.

He slammed into the back of your throat causing you to gag a little. He moved his hand from your jaw and brought it around to ball up your hair.

He used your hair to pull your head back like a leash before thrusting back inside your warm mouth.

You knelt before him and took what he had to give. You let him use your mouth to get off in, hollowing your cheeks around him and running your tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft.

You kept your eyes on him, staring at him through your lashes, even when you heard people had gathered to watch.

He thrust harder, pulling your hair so tightly you feared it might tear out at the roots.

“Fuck you take a cock so well.” He grunted, his precome bitter on your tongue.

He was big and he knew it, his length heavy in your mouth and slapping against your throat repeatedly.

If he noticed you had an audience he didn’t show it, he didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“You like being used as a hole? No better than a fucking flesh light. Is that what you like? Just to be some goddamn hole for any man to stick his cock in?”

You whined around his length and he saw your thighs pressing together.

And that was when he knew he had you. That was the moment Spencer knew you belonged to him.

It didn’t take much time at all for him to bring himself to orgasm down the back of your throat and like a good little sub you swallowed every last drop without a word.

He helped you to your feet after and the two of you stared at one another for a few moments.

Spencer’s eyes kept raking over your lips and he had a desperate need to taste himself in your mouth.

“Can I…can I kiss you?” He felt pathetic asking such a thing.

And normally kissing was completely off the cards but you found yourself nodding dumbly.

He was quick to cup the back of your neck and draw you into him.

His lips were chapped and slightly rough as they moved against your own and his tongue hungrily explored your mouth, seeking out any remnants of his come he could taste.

Before he left, he took hold of your hand and slipped something inside your palm. But he was gone before you could look at what it was.

A simple white card with the FBI logo in one corner and his phone number in the other.

It wasn’t against the rules to see someone outside the club, but it was frowned upon. So you and Spencer kept your extra curricular activities private, just the way he liked.

And one day you woke up and it had been two years since the first night Spencer came to the club for the first time.

Whenever the two of you weren’t working you’d be at his place indulging in any sexual activity Spencer demanded of the evening.

Sometimes after really gruelling scenes you would stay the night, unable to force yourself from between his sheets while you laid in a state of subdrop. But it was an unspoken rule that you were gone by the time the sun rose.

Spencer made his intentions very clear from the first time you met outside of the club. It was just sex. You didn’t talk about your lives or attempt to get to know one another. You didn’t share insights into your days or talk about anything personal.

It was simply sex. Incredible, mind blowing sex.

But somewhere along the way you’d foolishly fallen in love with him.

Your heart had gotten involved somewhere between the sheets. The way Spencer took care of you after a scene made you stupidly believe he cared for you.

But then as your sex addled mind started to shut down and you surrendered to sleep he would always lean over and whisper in your ear, “be gone by sunrise.”

And your heart would shatter in your chest as you realised he only wanted you in the darkness. He only wanted you once the sun had set and the stars riddle the sky.

He only wanted you by moonlight.

Yet you continued to drop everything every time he called just for a moment spent with him, a few blissful hours when you could pretend he was really yours and only yours.

But Spencer Reid wasn’t a man who could be tamed. He wasn’t the kind of man you imagined a future with because he didn’t see the future, he only saw the now.

So you hid your heart away and pretended it did kill you every time he asked you to leave.

Loving Spencer Reid was an incredibly lonely life.

***

You and Spencer had drawn up a list of rules long ago for what you’d be willing to do together. Admittedly there wasn’t a lot that you didn’t give each other consent for.

You trusted Spencer with your life and you would allow him to do anything he saw fit to pleasure you both.

Spencer had been waiting for the right moment to try out one of those things in particular. The few times you’d fallen asleep in his bed you’d always been gone by the time he woke up, which was the way he liked it.

But for him to enact a particular fantasy of his, it involved you still being in his bed in the morning.

Last night you’d passed out between his sheets covered in welts and bruises from Spencer’s assault on you.

Your eyes had barely stayed open while he covered your wounds with ointment and by the time he was finished you were snoring softly.

Before giving over to sleep himself he still whispered to your unconscious form “be gone by sunrise.”

But unlike usual Spencer found himself woken by nothing in particular in the middle of the night. It was still dark outside and you were still in his bed.

Through the crack in the curtains the moonlight crept in and bathed you an almost ethereal glow. Your eyes were closed and your lashes grazed the skin under them, your lips were slightly parted in a half smile.

It was warm in the room, the sex from last night still clinging to every little nook of his bedroom and you’d thrown the sheet partially off your body. Your breasts were exposed and heaved up and down with your breaths, your swollen nipples made his cock twitch.

The sheet was draped between your bare legs and he’d only have to move a few inches to see all of you.

He chewed slightly aggressively on his lip at the thought of having you like this, unconscious and unaware.

It was a fantasy you’d discussed and one you’d given him consent for, there just hadn’t been the right time. You’d told him you were a heavy sleeper and he planned to test that out.

Just watching you sleep and thinking of the things he was going to do to you made his cock fully hard and throbbing.

He shuffled closer to you and reached out to trace the contours of your face with his finger, ghosting over skin.

He etched your jawline before trailing down your neck until he reached your chest.

Keeping his eyes on yours he dared tweak one of your nipples between his fingers.

Your lips parted a little more so he did it again, slightly harder.

He edged even closer to you and hovered over your chest, blowing hot air over your tits.

Your eyes fluttered a little but then squeezed shut tighter.

He bowed his head a little more and let his tongue cautiously glide over your nipple. It hardened almost immediately but other than that you stayed still.

He smiled to himself and lowered his mouth around your bud. He pinched it between his teeth and swirled his tongue around it.

A soft moan left your mouth and beneath the sheets your legs moved closer together. He continued sucking on your nipple while his hand moved to brush the sheets away from your body.

You wriggled a little on the mattress as your body was exposed but your breathing stayed even and drawn out.

He gave your nipple one last tease before manoeuvring himself cautiously in the bed so he was kneeling over you.

He pressed his palms to your inner thighs and parted your legs to give himself the perfect view of your sleeping form.

You were still glistening and smelt like him from your activities last night and he didn’t think there was anything sexier than a woman still smelling like him.

He knelt between your legs while his hand wrapped around his shaft. He pumped himself a few times while he watched you, blissfully unaware of what he was doing.

Although you’d agreed to this there was something so incredibly hot about getting caught. If you woke now and saw him jerking himself off over your naked body, how would you react?

A sharp breath crept from his chest at the thought. But as hot as it would be, he didn’t want you waking up until he was deep inside of you.

He let go of his shaft and shuffled down the bed, laying on his stomach until his face was between your thighs. He glanced up at you, seeing you still sleeping peacefully he smiled to himself.

He ran a finger between your folds, gently to ensure you weren’t going to wake up. Another sleepy moan fell from your lips but you didn’t move.

He kissed your inner thighs while running his finger between your legs again but he couldn’t wait any longer.

He pressed his face between your legs and lapped your clit with his tongue.

Your whole body tensed suddenly and his eyes flicked up, half expecting your eyes to be open. But they weren’t.

Smiling to himself he repeated the action before burying his face in you entirely and sucking on your sensitive bud.

His cock throbbed again between his stomach and the bed as you moaned once more. You started wiggling a little in the bed but you were still asleep.

He wondered if you were dreaming of what he was doing to you.

He could feel you were getting wet so he dared to tentatively push a finger inside of you. Another, louder moan escaped you and your legs tried to clamp together around his head.

He lazily pumped his finger in and out of your cunt while he sucked desperately on your clit. His cock was painfully hard and it was making him dizzy, he was already leaking onto the bed sheet.

He added another finger, feeling your cunt clench around him involuntarily. You tits bounced up and down with your heavy breathing as his tongue swirled around your clit before sucking on it again.

Spencer loved to eat you out. He loved the feeling of being buried between your legs and being able to pleasure you from nothing more than his tongue.

The first time he’d done it he coaxed four orgasms out of you with it. He’d stayed between your legs until you were sobbing from the overstimulation and could barely speak anymore.

If truth be told, he could spend forever between your legs. The way you tasted drove him wild and the way your body was so receptive to his tongue made him feel on top of the world.

He closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling. He flicked his tongue back and forth over your clit in quick succession, hearing the way your breathing changed to stuttered breaths as he did so.

He flattened his tongue and ran it through your legs to meet his hand and back again. He drew your clit in between his teeth briefly before using his tongue to apply more pressure.

Your thighs were firmly pressing against his face and every now and again your whole body would twitch in your sleep.

He curled his fingers inside of you, brushing against your cervix and body jolted and he thought he’d blown it.

Glancing up from between your legs he saw your eyes still shut and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He kept his fingers inside of you but focused on your clit, sucking and licking until he could feel your tightening around him again.

His nose was buried in your pubic bone somehow wishing he could dive further into you even though it wasn’t possible.

He could feel you getting wetter, hear the sounds of your arousal as he thrust slowly with his fingers.

Even when your orgasm took route it still didn’t wake you. You moaned in your sleep and clamped harder around his head with your thighs but you still didn’t wake up.

He dared to continue his work after you came, lapping up your orgasm on his tongue but your body soon started to convulse and he tore himself away before he woke you.

He knelt over your sleeping form once more and his hand moved to his desperate cock. He stroked himself while mesmerised by the movement of your tits as they bounced up and down while your breathing tried to even itself out.

He’d been close before he touched himself and his hard and fast pumps brought his orgasm soon after.

He came on your chest, covering your beautiful tits in streaks of his hot come. He whined and bucked against his own hand as he rode out his high.

He stared down at you, still holding his dick in his hand. You were so fucking beautiful. He wasn’t sure he’d ever taken the time to really appreciate it before.

And you were never more beautiful than right at this moment with last night's welts glowing on your skin, his come coating your breasts and your arousal glistening between your legs.

He moved to cup your jaw and forced your lips apart before spitting in your open mouth.

You coughed a little, spluttering on his saliva but that was all.

You really were a heavy sleeper.

Gripping you by your shoulder he turned you over onto your stomach, your red ass cheeks from last night's paddling glowing in the moonlight.

He already found himself growing hard again as he inspected his handiwork. He took hold of your hips and pulled you closer to him.

You stirred a little so he stilled his movements but soon you sound asleep once more.

He reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of lube and his favourite purple butt plug.

He’d fucked you in the ass until he came twice last night and he could still you were still open and the toy, which was much smaller than his cock, should fit in nicely without waking you.

He coated some lube on the toy and massaged some around your hole with his fingers. He pushed the head of the plug against your ring of muscles and when you didn’t stir, he slowly pressed it inside of you.

Your body tightened at the intrusion until only the smooth flat bottom of the toy was still visible.

You moaned against the pillow and your legs clamped together. He was now standing to full attention again and he pulled you closer so his cock nestled between your legs.

Gripping your hips and no longer caring if he woke you, he thrust inside your cunt hard and fast, flesh slapping against one and another as he quickly bottomed out.

A gasp erupted from your chest and your eyes shot open.

You blinked a few times as Spencer snapped his hips again, burying deep inside of you.

You looked over your shoulder to see a wicked smile on his lips.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

You moaned as you registered the sensation of his cock filling you up and something smaller inside your ass.

You were dazed and confused with sleep but the pleasure flooded your body. He tugged at your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“On your hands and knees, bitch.” He spat, tugging you harder.

You gasped again in confusion, sleep still heavy around your brain. But you managed to rouse yourself enough to follow orders and shifted on the bed so you were on your hands and knees.

“Good girl. How does it feel to wake up with a cock in your pathetic cunt and toy in your ass? You’re so pitiful, do you know that Sage? Letting a man use you while you’re sleeping.” He growled, his head thrusting up against your cervix and making you moan haplessly.

You weren’t allowed to talk during sex unless he said you could, or if he asked you for your colour like he did next.

“Colour?”

“G-green.”

“Good girl. Such a good fucking hole for me to use.”

You were still delirious from sleep, still not quite sure what was going on but the pleasure that wracked your body was euphoric.

You ass clenched around the toy and your walls fluttered around Spencer’s heavy length, his nails digging into your hips as he pounded into you to keep you upright.

As Spencer fucked you, you felt the plug shifting with his thrusts and it felt phenomenal.

You wondered how long he’d been having his way with you. You’d been dreaming of him going down on you and coming from his tongue on your clit and you wondered now if that hadn’t been a dream at all.

You moaned at the thought of him using you while you slept, causing your already hazy brain to become foggier.

His hips snapped against your ass filling the room with the sounds of your flesh colliding.

He let go of one of your hips and grabbed your jaw, turning your face to look at him over your shoulder.

“Open your mouth.” He grunted as he thrust deeper, filling you in that perfect way only he could.

Immediately your jaw went slack and you opened your mouth. Spencer leaned closer and spat directly onto your tongue before squeezing your face tightly in his grip.

“Fucking whore.” He let go of your face and focused on the movement of his hips. “So pathetic, you’ll let me do anything to you.”

His grip on your hip was the only thing keeping you upright. You bowed your head to meet the cool pillow as tears started to roll from your eyes.

You clenched around him, making him hiss.

“Want more?” It was a rhetorical question, you’d get more if he decided to give you more.

You simply whined in response as his arm snaked around your waist and his long, nimble finger found your clit and pressed against it.

Your thighs clamped and your cunt fluttered once more around his aching dick.

The way Spencer was fucking you, slamming against the plug, made it fell like it was throbbing inside of your ass. You were hyper aware of the way it felt inside of you.

He started rubbing your clit causing your legs to quake beneath you and he tightened his hold on your hip to stop you from falling.

He dug his nails deeper into your skin and you could feel the marks he would leave behind. He always left you with marks that always had you conflicted.

One on hand they were reminders that even for a brief time you were his. But in the other they were the caveats of the fact he would never really belong to you.

“Fuck I don’t know how you can still be so fucking tight when I fuck you like I do.” He grunted, slamming into your cervix again roughly.

You felt your orgasm bubbling and you knew Spencer felt it too. He knew your body as well as he knew his own, maybe even better.

He picked up his speed on his thrumming of your clit and buried himself so deep inside of you, you weren’t sure how he didn’t split you in two.

“I’m gonna come in this sinful pussy. I’m going to fill you with my come just how you like, you whore.”

You whined as more tears fell from your eyes, his thrusts getting painful with the force he was exerting but the pleasure floated through you like waves.

You felt something wet on your ass and you realised Spencer had spat on it and then he slapped your ass cheek hard with the palm of his hand.

Your cunt tightened with your impending orgasm as did your ass around the plug. Spencer felt your walls closing in around his shaft that was still tender from the hours spent inside of you last night.

He grunted as he thrust and his body suddenly engulfed yours, sending you both falling to the mattress.

He pumped inside of you a few more times before he hissed deeply against your neck.

“Gonna come,” he growled and you mewled in response against the tear soaked pillow.

You convulsed around him and the feeling of your orgasm vibrated through his cock and pushed him over the edge.

He buried himself as deep as he could while he expelled his load inside of you and then started lazily thrusting while he rode out his orgasm.

You were sobbing and whimpering against the soft pillow when Spencer removed the plug from your ass, leaving you feeling partially empty.

He stayed inside of you while his dick softened, just revelling in the way you would clench every so often around him.

Eventually he rolled off of you and turned you on your back.

He didn’t say a word while he went to the bathroom and returned soon after with a washcloth and some ointment.

You looked up at him, your vision slightly blurry as he hovered above you looking like a goddamn angel sent from heaven.

The love you had for him came pouring from your eyes in the form of your tears while your heart silently called out to him in the night.

Loving him was the loneliest thing you’d ever done. Loving him was more lonely than actually being alone.

And you didn’t know if you could keep doing this to yourself.

He cleaned his seed that was soaking from between your legs into his sheets. The damp cloth between your legs made you whimper pathetically but Spencer was so gentle with you.

His featherlight touches as he applied ointment to the marks he’d left on your sides made you feel dizzy.

What you wouldn’t give to have this man’s love. In moments like this you could pretend you did. You could pretend as he looked down on you in that way that he felt it too.

But he didn’t. And he never would.

Your eyes were fluttering a little as he bowed his head and placed the softest kiss to your lips. It felt like an electric current passing through you.

Spencer rarely kissed you and if he did he was deep and fuelled with lust, nothing like this. This was almost loving.

The sun was starting to peak in from between the curtains and you sighed wearily knowing what that meant.

He laid down next to you in his bed and his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. You prepared yourself for what he was about to say, what he always said, “be gone by sunrise.”

Except this time, he didn’t say that.

His arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you impossibly closer to him before he spoke.

“Why don’t you just stay a little while longer, ok?”

You were too tired to be shocked or surprised, instead you just nodded and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“When this is all over, I want my sanity back.” You mumbled sleepily as your eyes closed and you felt yourself almost instantly give over to sleep.

Spencer watched as your breathing got drawn out and your body went limp in his arms.

He stroked your sex messed hair back off your face, his heart like a lead weight in his chest as tears pricked the corners of his eyes.

“I want you here for all the sunrises and all the sunsets. For the rest of my life.” He whispered, sniffing back his tears. “Maybe one day I’ll have the guts to tell you that when you’re awake.”

He placed a chaste kiss to your forehead and then closed his eyes before his tears could creep out.

No one had ever gotten through the defences around his heart but you’d made it seem so easy.

You’d snuck in through a crack and now you took up residence there.

And maybe one day he’d be brave enough to admit when you weren’t asleep.

Because you were his sunrise. You were the light in his dark days. You made him come alive again with your warmth. You were the sun and he was but a simple planet happy just being present in your orbit.

Without the sun, life on Earth would cease to exist. And without you, he knew he wouldn’t survive either.

And maybe one day he’d tell you that. But for now he held you in his arms as he drifted off to sleep and prayed for the courage to tell his sun he couldn’t live without her.

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babyrdie · 7 days

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rank patrochilles between Iliad tsoa and hades? i haven't actually read tsoa but i assume you have

Yeah, I read TSOA! And that is a trick question of yours, anon! First of all, I'll make one thing clear: I like all 3! My favorite is still The Iliad, then comes Hades and finally TSOA, but I like all 3.

That being said….

Patroclus

Hades

The Iliad

TSOA

This is where I admit that I like Hades!Patroclus more than Iliad!Patroclus. But I don't like MUCH more, they are close!

Apart from Book XVI, I think Patroclus is a very overshadowed character in The Iliad. Although Hades' storyline still links him to Achilles because it's Patrochilles, I feel that Patroclus is more clearly a separate character from Achilles than in The Iliad. I like his dry humor personality too. I also like seeing him being bitter, because I think Patroclus deserves his bitter moment. And he's very handsome lol

Although I must say that part of my attachment to him is based on the contrast with The Iliad. It's just so endearing to me that he's more dry and bitter in Hades because I remember he wasn't like that in The Iliad, and I like to think about the angst of having gone through all that in the last year of the war and then having spent years in postmortem alone while thinking about drinking from Lethe to forget his own pain. Seeing the way a character presented in The Iliad as communicative has become someone who doesn't want connections and calls others "strange" in an attempt to distance himself has its charm.

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My second favorite is Iliad!Patroclus because I think he's multifaceted. People lately like to paint him as just a badass warrior, but I disagree. If Patroclus was just that, he would be the most boring of them all simply because he would be just another badass warrior among several badass warriors.

He is clearly portrayed as kind and wise. It's really cool to see how his death affected not only Achilles but other characters, precisely because Iliad!Patroclus was a guy who was really loved by others. Furthermore, he has 9 dogs and the horses Xanthus and Balius are very fond of him! He's good with animals, he's really cute. But at the same time, he was certainly no pure angel, after all he was a warrior who killed and had slaves like anyone else. As a warrior, he was very good in battle as well.

What frustrates me about Iliad!Patroclus is that in many moments he seems more like a plot device for Achilles' plot, but I understand that it makes sense because he is a secondary character. Lately I've been seeing more of Patroclus in Greek mythology and at the same time I haven't played Hades in a while, so there's a good chance he'll surpass Hades!Patroclus (because of your prev ask, which I still haven't forgotten to answer!!! Wait for me!!!)

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My least favorite is TSOA because, in my opinion, he's the most one-dimensional of the 3. I particularly don't like that his relationships with other army characters were removed. I like that Antilochus, Menelaus and Ajax cared about him in The Iliad!!

I know people don't like him being a healer, but I don't really have a problem with that. I like that his healing abilities were explored since in The Iliad we only have one scene, but I think it would have captivated me more if he was a healer and a warrior at the same time because it would bring greater duality. Machaon himself in The Iliad is written as both, so it's possible. I also liked seeing some focus on his past, since in mythology it's more of a vague context than anything else. TSOA remembering Patroclus had a good relationship with Briseis in the mythology is cool too.

I'm also sad because he's the least paternal Patroclus. In the case of Hades!Patroclus, you can consider Zagreus as a bonus for reuniting with Achilles. In the case of Iliad!Patroclus, Achilles clearly states that the plan was for him to take care of Pyrrhus after Achilles died, and since the mythological Pyrrhus has no problem with Patroclus, it would be an interesting possibility if not for Patroclus dying.

Plus, I prefer bisexual Patroclus, so…

Achilles

The Iliad

TSOA

Hades

I actually think that part of Achilles' charm is his mistakes or even his immaturity at certain moments, so the more mature version of him has less charm for me. That's why Hades is in last place, even though I like him, I like the angst of how he regrets everything he's done and wants better, I like his relationship with Zagreus. Like yeah I still love a divorced man who adopted a child and then got back together with his husband lol

But Iliad!Achilles still appeals to me more because TSOA!Iliad is kind of a through-the-rose-colored-glasses version of Patroclus, which makes him more "ah ok". Not in the childhood part, because I actually think it makes sense even mythologically, but in the war part. Plus, I also prefer bisexual Achilles (and in TSOA he's gay) and I also think that, like Pat, he had his relationships beyond Patroclus, Chiron and Peleus worsened or eliminated. The only exception is Briseis, whose relationship in TSOA is definitely less worse than the one in The Iliad (for obvious reasons). But I have to say that I like the fast and almost "wild"vibe Achilles has in TSOA with his agitated behavior, it's kinda cute.

Relationship

The Iliad

Hades/TSOA

As a relationship, I prefer what we have in The Iliad. Between TSOA and Hades, I don't have a favorite for the relationship itself.

#ask #anon #patroclus #achilles #patrochilles

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honakito · 2 months

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hiiiii😁 idk of yours request is open but i wanted to ask for a mmj! reader x akito😞 hope youre okay with thisss, bye kisses and hugs 🫶😊

-⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀MORE , MORE ⠀⠀⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀more more JUMP !

authors babbles . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i freaking LOVE THIS ! !

MORE! MORE! - prod. honakito

posted as : request

chars : s. akito

type : x g/n ! reader

scenario : akito with an idol (specifically more more jump) reader ( headcanons )

taglist : @finanah ( ask to be added )

affiliated with : @virtualbookstore

notes : OH MH GOD i am SO SORRY for dipping this whole month and not doing this request sooner you probably forgot about it hhh,,,… no joke i was procrastinating this whole month since i am signed up for the math olympics ( i got a 20/28 at the local phase and now im in for the city phase) then i also have national phase if i qualify so requests are gonna take much longer… but still THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTHING THIS AAA!! AND AGAIN IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

notes 2 : so im actually working on a canon character only series. the only thing ill reveal about it is that it is a crossover with one of my current hyperfixations (they go brrr brrr brbrbr) so mist of my attention will be focused on it (requests will take longer in this case) and other shit BUT!!! ill alao try to finish the masterlists befpre my blog gets bigger so it is easier for me to arrange shit YKNOW ,,, and also the last time i posted here i barely got any REACH. like it was embarrassing omfg i dont want that to happen again so this is probably why i was hesitant on posting again but were cool gang ,, and i aslo have to revamp most of my posts kms

date : 26 / 02 / 24 - 10 / 03 / 24

well , he doesnt really care.

wait , what?

dont get him wrong , tho! when he first found out you were also interested in the music field , he was ecstatic in his own way. so , he asked some questions.

to realize youre the fifth member of ‘ MORE MORE JUMP! ‘ tho? that was a shocker! he never really put the puzzle pieces together.

not because he isnt capable of doing so , he just doesnt really.. care, about idol groups. it was never akitos type of music genre.

sure , he saw a few posters here and there , but never observed them as a whole. the only one he recognized on those was airi , because of enas childhood friendship with her.

and when you first came to kamiyama , he never really eavesdropped on any conversations about you. wasnt that normal? for everyone to talk about the new student! why was he the only one that didnt know you were a known idol?

isnt that a good thing , tho?

because akito didnt know of your passion , you saw right through him that this is actually how he feels. figured out that he saw you as an average human being , and not someone you only see on the outside , on a screen.

you were more glad for his oblivion , rather than mad.

but back on topic.

for a little while , he didnt know. but after? he seemed more cautious for you.

he knows the things you have to go through in the idol industry — he isnt stupid.

so for your sake , hes more supportive.

youll never notice it , but he will watch each and every livestream your group will hold after finding out. ofcourse , on a whole different account , while hes alone — he does not need teasing from neither you , mizuki , ena or an.

and the same goes for your social media posts , he always tries to be the first one to like.

also pay close attention to his playlist — suddenly , a few of ‘ MORE MORE JUMP! ‘ s songs are there! but not the whole discography , hes still getting accommodated with the genre.

so after a while — he gets comfortable.

hell always show up to the shows you will host. at first , he will seat in the back , so you dont notice him. but with a little bit of time , you will always spot him easily in the front rows , but he has too much pride to admit it. half of it , he will say ena dragged him with her. but what about the times he shows up alone? when theres no big sister , or no extra ticket from kohane?

if you figure it out tho , hed gladly accept any ticket you give him. doesnt matter if general or backstage access — your performances are moments that he holds close to him , outside of RAD WEEKEND.

and even if it seems like he doesnt care — he will always cheer on you from the sidelines.

begging the x reader gods to show this under the tag this time

div. arent mine ; please do not use my work for own uses , includes : reposting and claiming as their own , heavily inspiring off a long term fanfiction , etc , etc .

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powerful-niya · 4 months

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2023 Reflection 𐙚🧸‹𝟹

🧸🥞🪐🩹🧋

— "Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I've ever been."

-Ian Thomas

2023.

Upon reflecting on 2023, I would describe it as a year filled with challenges—a beautiful challenge, teeming with opportunities for growth, exploration, and surpassing my own expectations.

"Trust the Process" served as my guiding mantra throughout the year, urging me to persevere through the initial struggles of ideas, projects, and experiences, pushing forward with resilience….

until the very end.

Yes, 2023 was challenging.

Busy.

Stressful.

But it was also inspiring.

Uplifting.

Joyous.

✨Looking back, I'm genuinely amazed by all the multitude of accomplishments I've achieved in the year of 2023.✨

I've…

🧸 Successfully graduated from Community College

🧸 Embarked on a journey at a University

🧸 Enhanced my driving skills

🧸 Secured a job

🧸 Joined a college club

🧸 Formed connections with new people

🧸 Delved into learning Japanese

🧸 Embraced baking as a new hobby

🧸 Explored new foods

🧸Made tons of moodboards

🧸 Got a lot more active on Tumblr, Discord, AO3, Wattpad

🧸 Entered Two Writing Events: Fest No Jutsu 2023 & NaruHina Month 2023

🧸 Took part in a personal Q&A session for Nhmonth23.

🧸Received FanMail: Nhmonth23

🧸 Wrote… a lot.

🧸🥞🪐🩹🧋

This year, my approach to writing took a significant turn. I've actively pushed myself to step outside my comfort zone, delving into writing alternative universes (AUs) that I've never attempted before—exploring uncharted territories I never thought I would. It's been a transformative journey, challenging my creativity in new and crazy ways.

𐙚🧸‹𝟹 - This Year I have written 467,449 words: give or take. (Naruhina)

(Also) In all I have made 55 moodboards (Naruhina)

🧸🥞🪐🩹🧋

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨2023 mч wrítíng єndєαvσrs ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆thє undєrlчíng єvíl

NaruHina

✨nαruhínα mσnth 2022✨

Prompt: Fairytale, Gifted & Cursed + Enemies to Lovers

Wattpad | AO3 | FF.Net.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Published in May 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆αuє rєvσír

NaruHina

✨nαruhínα mσnth 2022✨

Prompt: Angel & Demon + Lost & Found + To'oborni

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Published in July 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆kíss mє, thríll mє - nαruhínα smut cσllєctíσn

NaruHina

Wattpad | AO3

⋆˚｡⋆Eighteen One-Shots Completed: May - Dec. (2023) ⋆˚｡⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Initally published in May 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆thє tєll-tαlє hєαrt

NaruHina

✨Fest No Jutsu 2023✨

Wattpad | AO3 | FF.net.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Published in October 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚｡⋆nαruhínα mσnth 2023

NaruHina

A part of the 'Kiss Me Thrill Me Smut Collection'

⋆˚｡⋆Five One-shots Completed: Dec 1 - Dec. 31 (2023).

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Published in December 2023 ୧⋆˚｡⋆

⋆˚⋆୨Conclusion୧⋆˚｡⋆

In the grand scheme of things, 2023 has been an exhilarating and wonderfully chaotic journey that I'm sure I'll fondly remember. ✨

Far from being a tough year, it turned out to be quite remarkable for me. I achieved a bunch of things I never imagined, ventured into uncharted territories, wrote Ooeshots/fanfics I never thought would come to my head, and created a plethora of mood boards—a hobby I find truly enjoyable.

The only reason why I began to do this whole 'reflection post thingy.' is because I was inspired by many others here on Tumblr who were taking their time to reflect on the passing year and their accomplishments.

I decided to give it a try, and now, I think I will make this a personal tradition.

Each year, I'll document my successes, reminisce about what I've done and achieved, and immortalize it all in writing for my own reflection.

🧸🥞🪐🩹🧋

2023 was truly amazing, but I have a feeling 2024 might just top it.(this is me wishful thinking, haha).

I'm truly looking forward to all that lies ahead!

#Goodbye 2023

✨Happy New Years! ✨

- Powerful_Niya

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 4 months

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2, 9, 15 for end of year asks?

okay IM DOING IT !!! ugh I’m so sorry I always answer these so late and so LONG but here I am. let’s do this…

2. favorite fic of the year

oh this is HARD I read such good fic this year it’s not fair. WAIT. are we talking a fic I’ve written or a fic I’ve read? I’m doing both to be safe. for both fandoms TWICE! here we go…

gravity falls

written? midnight’s call, of course, as well as the beginnings of its sequel. it’s just so detectable and whumpish and ‘ford wants/should be the main character here but honestly he isnt’ energy that it’s not funny. it’s also the longest wip that I’ve completed thus far (though it’s looking to be easily surpassed) AND it was my first wip ever AND one of the first fics I put on ao3 at all! so! it’s pretty special to me!! :))

as for read, god you can’t make me choose. what had me squealing the most…. it’s been a while and yet there are some that immediately come to mind. do I have to pick?? UHHHHH I’ll have to go between Another World, Another Time by jikanet_tanaka and Interproximal Gradations by callipraxia, which is the third part of the For Want Of A Jailbreak series (sorry, I really couldn’t choose mshdhsh) they both have similar vibes yet such different plots that I can’t help but group them in my head sometimes but they are ALSO some of the most high-quality heartbreaking emotionally investing fiction I’ve ingested on this mortal coil. like BRO. it’s been like six months since I’ve read both and I can still remember certain scenes and the plot and other things I loved so CLEARLY. for example: in another world, they hit ford over the head a LOT. like I can remember three individual times lmao, and two of them were by the same person! the first was entering the strange dimension in the beginning to jumpstart the plot, the second was overexertion/being wacked by a blinded ex-jheselbraum disciple after escaping an attempted to be built PORTAL ROOM in a high tech bill-esque fortress, and the third was during an unsuccessful raid for parts for a resistance the people of the dimension he and the pines have ended up by the same ex-disciple. does that make sense? possibly not! but don’t you want to read to find out? ;) /lh

good omens

written? it would’ve been do you remember hanging up the stars had it been completed by now (which is Impossible lmao) so I’m gonna have to with an angel who goes along with heaven, because 1) it’s my favorite era *medieval/wessex 537* 2) it’s heavy crowley whump 3) I wrote it over two months ago and I can still read it without wanting to die. like I see the flaws, but they are easily overlooked because CROWLEY WHUMP!!!!! I WROTE THAT!!! it’s the ultimate ‘writing what I want to read’ assortment. augh

read? well I haven’t actually gotten to the life-changing longfic on par with the gf fic. I have them marked for later, definitely, but I haven’t read anything past 30k in this fandom yet so I suspect there’s more earth shattering shit out there. atm, though, Ithink I’m going with The Ark by rfsmiley. holy fuck, where do I begin. I have a love/hate relationship with dystopia—love because we get to think about the inevitability of failure, death, and humanity degraded down to pure survival and the things that make us human are a luxury, and hate because we have to think about the inevitability of failure, death, and humanity degraded down to pure survival and the things that make us human are a luxury. it’s just so bleak yet colorful at the same time. media like tlou is triple s tier. so reading a fic like that… safe to say it broke me. they made it to the stars!!!! they cherish every orange slice! every book! they still love each other!! they knew this was gonna happen and they stuck around!!! UGH!!!!! AND THE FACT THE THING’S CALLED THE FUCKINGGGGG ARK. THE ARK. IRONY. IRONY. JAIL FOR AUTHOR RFSMILEY! JAIL FOR A THOUSAND YEARS!

9. favorite creator of the year

okay back to something more soft. first off; I can’t pick. firstly bc idk if it means a fan artist or writer or professional people like filmmakers and show runners. secondly bc there are so many ! how could I pick! also I’d feel back for picking one person over another thats just my brain is wired, and for that I apologize. so moving on ! ty for asking though <3

15. favorite headcanon of the year

god how do you PICK that!!!! thinking…….. AGAIN, it’s between ‘ford is autistic’ and (i’m sorry if this small and silly) ‘aziraphale and crowley like holding hands’ (though that’s fucking canon, but I’m headcanoning it). just. they’re both so important to me. ford is me and aziraphale and crowley love each other. ugh. UGH. thanks for the ask dude, and I’m gonna go jump into a hole now ✨

#ask game #hath are perceived #more proof that I love talking about fic more than anything

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lyalyagushkina · 10 months

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Otilia! I want to tell you more about her. A mischievous little bastard, she looks more like Serfetta than Skwisgaar, but still has something related. The appearance of the sweetest angel, but everything is written on her vile face. She is very stupid in understanding the school curriculum, but even surpasses her peers in understanding life. Considers himself smart, of course, and of course the most beautiful Lottie knows perfectly well who her dad is and thinks they will get along better than with her mother and is constantly looking for ways to see him live but always fails 👉haha

I want to kiss everyone who wrote all sorts of compliments

#metalocalypse #mtl oc #metalocalypse oc #Otilia #Karma kk

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alittlebitofeverythingtbh · 1 year

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The Night He Came In

Corey Cunningham x fem!reader

Warnings: some violence, special guest appearance

Authors Note: A quick little chapter I wanted to write before getting back into hefty writing. :)

You weren’t sure how you fell asleep after everything, but you did. Corey stayed with you throughout the night, stroking your head softly as you drifted off to sleep. He felt so incredibly bad about everything. Not about the killings, he didn’t regret that at all. But he wished desperately that you didn’t have to witness it.

He was just so glad you were alive and alright.

Corey stood up gently, laying you down on your bed. He tucked a stray hair from your face, looking as you scrunched your nose in your sleep. He couldn’t help but admire you as you laid in blue moonlight. You really were the best thing to ever happen to him. Not even the confidence he had gained could surpass you. Nothing could. You were everything to him.

Corey knew this wouldn’t be the last time he killed for you. He knew it would never end, not while you two lived in this god forsaken town. Not while you were tormented by its residents. They just didn’t understand what an angel you really were. Did that make him a demon? He wasn’t sure.

He stayed by your side the whole night, that is until he had to leave for work. But Corey made sure you were still okay before he left. You continued to just sleep, which he deemed as you just being exhausted. He couldn’t really blame you. But he made sure to lock your door before he left.

You woke up a few hours later, a hand out searching for your boyfriend. Instead, you found a small note he had quickly written.

At work, call me if you need anything.

-Corey

You gave the note a small smile. You really did have the most caring boyfriend. Even if he was a…murderer. It still didn’t seem real, but it was. Never before had the reality of everything been knocked into you so hard. And yet, you hadn’t left him. And you wouldn’t. You knew you could never, you just loved him so much. And maybe one day, he can finally settle down with you and not have to worry so much anymore.

You went about your day off from work, cleaning your house as best as you could. It never got too dirty, really. It just mostly consisted of doing the dishes and vacuuming. You went to start a load of laundry when you opened the washer and saw the bloody mechanic suit Corey left behind. He had taken his spare one with him to work already, but had completely forgotten to wash this one. You sighed and pulled out your bottle of Oxi Clean spray, knowing first hand how to clean blood stains. At least, small ones. You hoped it would work.

You were right in the middle of something when you heard your door open. “Corey?” you called, turning to it. He’s twenty minutes early, you thought. You were shocked to see no one there, but the door had been left opened. “Okay Core, cut it out,” you scolded, assuming this was another one of his games, “at least close the door on your way in.” You went and closed it yourself, noticing the boot prints leading into the small closet in your hallway. Your blood ran cold. Even with how things had been lately, this wasn’t like him. You went to your knife block for what felt like the third time this week and found that Corey hadn’t put your knife back. Of course.

Your bat was gone too, left at the scene from last night. The news had reported about it just today, and the police immediately suspected Michael Myers was behind it due to its gruesomeness. You thanked a lucky star that your boyfriend was basically a Michael Myers copycat.

You approached the closet slowly, a frying pan in hand. A ridiculous weapon, but a weapon nonetheless. I feel like I’m Rapunzel here, you thought. You slowly went to open the door, flinging it open. You are given no time to react when you were grabbed, the frying pan thrown from your grasp. You let out a scream as the man gripped you with intense strength, peering down at you with a look that terrified you. You thrashed around to no avail, and you were promptly slammed hard into the ground. You yelped in pain, trying the crawl away from what was going on.

Outside, you could hear a motorcycle pull up, and you let out the loudest scream you could. The figure lunged at you again, grabbing your ankle and dragging you. You screamed again, hoping to god your boyfriend outside could hear you.

Thankfully, Corey had heard you. Your door was flung open and he immediately ran to you. “Michael! No!” he shouted at the figure, pushing him away. You watched in shock as Corey managed to manhandle the figure. Not only that, but the figure had stopped his attempts to harm you and made no move to harm Corey.

“Is…is that Michael?” you asked, staring at the old man. Corey turned to you and nodded before looking back at Michael, “you can’t hurt her, okay? That’s my girlfriend. She is off limits.” The figure just stared at Corey and then left the hallway. The figure went into the kitchen and grabbed the pale mask from the countertop, slipping it back over his head. The now masked Michael stood and looked at the two of you as Corey assessed your injuries. He left you briefly to grab an ice pack, holding it on your ankle where Michael had grabbed you. He turned to Michael again, “I mean it. Leave her alone.” The figure didn’t respond, instead cocking his head. Corey sighed, “again, she is my girlfriend. And she knows about everything. She is no threat to you.” Michael stared for a moment before you saw him give a small nod. You couldn’t believe what the fuck was going on.

“Okay, can we not have Michael stand in my kitchen? Like, please?” you asked, “I get you guys are like, buddies or something, but he did almost try to kill me.” Michael gave you what you could only assume was a judgmental look. “I think you should leave, Michael,” Corey said quietly to the figure, “you nearly killed her. Next time, just knock? Do you know how to knock?” The figure just looked at Corey, the somehow expressionless mask being extremely expressive. You could just feel the annoyance radiating around him.

And Michael left. He just left through your front door as if he hadn’t just tried to kill you. Corey sighed in relief, glad that the mysterious man hadn’t done too much harm. He went back to fussing over you, bringing the ice pack back to any of your injuries, apologizing over and over again. “Babe, you’re not the one who tried to kill me,” you pointed out. “But he must have followed me, that must be how he knows where you live. I put my girl in danger,” Corey said, sounding as if he was going to cry. You sighed and leaned forward to hug him, running a hand through his soft curls to calm him down. Even now, it worked.

“Your murderous father figure is one strange old man,” you joked. This got a small laugh out of Corey. But the way he held onto you and said that he still felt bad and was worried for you. He didn’t want anything to happen to you. While he somewhat looked up to Michael, almost as if he was a father figure, you would be first always.

And if Michael tried anything again, Corey would defend you even if it killed him.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham #halloween ends

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pholiabanna · 1 year

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Sloppy seconds byler aren’t endgame angels with a nightmare is a fool a 25+ year old women with fantasies about teen boys being gay how’s that any different to men’s fantasies about lesbians?

Y’all are so caught up in you’re echo chambers you can’t see it and it’s gonna crash and burn so badly it’s not the byler show either it’s stranger things

Omg I feel so honored to get my first real hate ask!

There's so many things to unpack here, so I think Im gonna go one by one.

First of all, I assume you either ship Mleven or at least you despise byler, but my last post was only tagged as byler so there was no reason for you to see it unless you were stalking the byler tag, which in that case I'm glad you're such a dedicated fan!

Second of all, I'm assuming you're the same anon who has been sending around other anon asks the past couple of weeks always mentioned the words "sloppy seconds". Now, I know nothing about you or about your life enough to tell you what you should or shouldn't do, but I think I'd should let you know how disgusting of a term that is, and what it implies. I'm assuming if you like Mileleven you like Mike too, since he's one half of the ship. That's why it's shocking to me how you seem so adamant of thinking of him as nothing but El's leftovers, as if he wasn't his own person with his self worth! Also, someone's worth doesn't lessen just because they've already been kissed or touched by someone else. That's a sad outlook on life, and I'm not telling you to be mean, but because I think you'll live happier if you leave such toxic mentalities behind. They really do no good to someone's self esteem.

About the women fantasies about gay men, please notice how most people in this tag are underage people of all genders. This is not a sexual fantasy, as these characters aren't even portrayed sexually in the show to begin with. This is people who want to see good stories about themselves being written, and I think that's a really valid thing to wish for. Even if you've seen a couple weirdos out there on the internet, that's not the case for almost the whole of the fanbase. There's creepy people everywhere in every fandom. Also may I add that if you prefer Mike and El (which is completely valid if you do, you're allowed to have your preferences!) they are the same age as Mike and Will. Wouldn't you be predatory as well if you ship them? No you wouldn't, because they're kids and their relationship has never been sexual. Just like with Will and Mike. Assuming that every gay romance is automatically sexual is a very homophobic mindset ingrained in our society. If you really see gay people this way, probably you've been conditioned by society to do so, in that case it's not your fault but it's never too late to educate yourself. You'll be happier, seriously.

Finally, I wouldn't say an echo chamber is a ship community that has more Billions of wievs on TikTok that the other ship and surpasses it on every other platform, and that has general audience filmmakers and professional writers say themselves that they also understand how it's set up to happen in the final season. But again, it is not my job to convince you and you're not forced to change your mind. We will all have to wait until the final season to see who was actually right, only the Duffer brothers know what will happen.

Finally, Stranger Things is obviously not the byler show. However, one of the most important rules of storytelling is writing personal arcs and relationships for the characters to serve as subplots to the main story, so that the characters become full fleshed and realistic. The fact that you can relate to fictional characters, even though you've probably never time travelled done magic, lived in a post apocalyptic time or wathever you wanna imagine, is because you relate to their personal stories. A story isn't good without personal arcs, every professional writer you ask will tell you this. So yes, relationships are an episode aspect of stranger things that people can discuss if they want to. And the byler tag, or any other ship tags exists precisely to focus on those relationships. It doesn't mean that people don't like any other aspects of the show.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed my little rant anon. I wish you have a great day!

#byler #hate asks #anti mileven

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ANONYMOUS ASKED; Gush about the people you love, their characters and why. You can be specific if you want to, or you don't have to. Or a mix if both. It's up to you.

OOC: It's probably a good place to start in saying that I absolutely adore everyone I follow, for all variety of reasons. You're all wonderful and I absolutely adore seeing each and every one of you on my dash - even those whom I don't (yet-!) interact with on any of my idiots.

Below the cut is just a few words towards those I know a little better, may have interacted with more; a little spreading of love and appreciation <3 Love you all-!

@surpassing-limits || I just wanted to say how much I really adore you! How talented and skilled you are in your writing, how your development of muses is just so wonderful I can't help but love all of them. I adore everything we've written together and I look forward to more interactions in the future! Ily precious!!

@rothalion || PRECIOUS! I really don't think there are enough words for my adoration for you and all of your muses. Ro and Cy were my first FFXIV ship and I can't even explain how much I absolutely adore them; their development, their complexities, their issues, their growth - - - everything we've spoke abut and planned; I love and cherish all of it - - for all of our muses <3 ! You are a talented individual and ily precious!

@kolak-magiya || Have I ever told you about how much I absolutely adore both you and your muses? Because I do-! They're so well developed and loveable, they're relatable and wonderful; the softness Melody shows to Auri is naught short of addicting and I absolutely get so so excited every time I receive a reply - it makes my day, truly! Ily, so very much!

@azure-seadragon || I absolutely love you and your gaggle of misfit muses! I adore each and every interaction in which we have and look forward to reading all of the replies we share! You have such a diverse group and each and every one of them are so well put together, developed- I can't get enough of them! Ily endlessly!! And look forward to the future and interactions brewed between our idiots! <3

@ritterblood || CURRY. CURRY MY ANGEL, MY PRECIOUS. I love you, always. Our interactions have always bought be so much joy and I look forward to reading each and every one - your skill in writing your characters is sensational and I really do appreciate everything I see on my dash that you've done. Ily!!

@referentblood / @adenial || Biscuit is the sweetest, most precious HobNob in the universe, quit frankly; Ily more than I can explain! No matter the blog/muse you write or post on, I find myself adoring all of it; your way of writing is utterly captivating, your character design and screenshots incredibly good-! So very much love for you and I definitely look forward to more interactions in the future, always!

@drachenblood || Excuse you, Taco, for being so damn awesome. The way you write Estinien, down to the finest little details, is just so overwhelmingly good that I often find myself re-reading replies from you several times before I can even fully process the absolute wonder of it. You're so talented, so very skilled, and I feel honoured every time I receive a reply from you because they truly do feel like gifts; ones that I love immensely each and every time. You are incredible, and Ily very much <3

@sinefinemors || I cannot hope to explain my absolute love for Mors; his absolute complexities, his mysteriousness, his darkness. The more I read, the more I adore and I find myself re-reading replies so often because of how incredible they are, because of how absolutely captivating they are. Even Auri is infatuated. You have so much skill and talent and I cannot wait to interact with you more in the future! Ily!

@soulsalight || One of my oldest friends on here; Vii, you know how much I love you <3 Everything you write is sensational and you have such an incredible grasp on every muse you write - your art skills are overwhelmingly incredible and I love seeing anything and everything from you, always <3 My dash and experience here really wouldn't be the same without you! Ilu, precious!

@starsfreckled || The most precious starry blue lizard. Amaya is wonderful and anything posted about them that I see on my dash is a treat to read. I absolutely love them! -- and I love each and every reply we share, every thread, every little interaction and I really hope we can interact more in the future! <3 Ily!

@brightblessed || Roi, and yourself, are wonderful! I love our threads and interactions, I look forward to each and every single one! You are wonderfully talented with your writing and your presence on my dash brightens my day each time I see you post! Ily!!

@zacll || Zael is so absolutely wonderful that I adore him immensely! His characterisation is addicting and so diverse, the entire universe and lore and everything that you have built up is incredible!! You are a sensational person and I truly hope we can interact more come the future!! Ily!!

@minarcana || YOU, you precious human being, are sensational! Our interactions so far have been incredible and each time I receive a reply I get so very excited to read it (and re-read it, tbh--) because you have such a grasp upon your muses that you can really tell in everything you write. I truly hope to be able to interact with you and your muses more in the near future, on any of my blogs! Ily!

@swerte || Allan is precious and I can't even hope to put into words just how much I adore both you and your writing! Allan's interactions with Ivaux are super good and I find each one intoxicating-! Everything you write is incredible, and I adore seeing you on my dash, always! Ily, precious! Keep being awesome <3

@amaurotine || Your Hyth is absolutely sensational and each time I see you on my dash - be it a beautiful screenshot or a reply - I cannot help but be enamoured by absolutely everything you do and you really brighten up my dash! I really hope to write with you in the future! I'll have to throw Achaeus at you, at some point! Ily!!

@ichoric || /SHOWLEFT - with absolute love! I can't even begin to explain how much seeing you on my dash brings a lot of happiness. I've mostly interacted with and seen you write as Alisaie and you absolutely have her exact; I hear her voice in everything you write, in everything I am blessed enough to read and I simply cannot get enough! I adore your writing and really hope we can interact more in the future! Ily!

@enoqian || I cannot express my love for Kehda because there aren't enough decent words to do so well enough! -- Such a well developed character and every single post you do that offers more insight into her do I adore; little insights into Kehda always brighten my day and I look forward to interacting more in the future! With any and all of my idiots! Ily!

@herosluminis || You have so many muses and each and every single one of them is written to such an incredible degree that I cannot help but love everything I see! Each and every one is written so beautifully, and you have such wonderful skill in conveying their thoughts and actions, their feelings- everything! I cant wait to interact with you more in the future! Ily!

@lyon-beast-king || GOSH lemme just take a moment to gush about how you write - you convey Lyon's strength so easily with each paragraph and, honestly, every reply I'm honoured to receive from you is absolutely addicting to read and re-read. I really hope to interact with you more in the future! Ily!

@dragonlancer || We've not really talked but we've interacted a little and I just wanted to say how much I love the way you write, how you truly paint an entire picture of surroundings and thoughts, feelings- I adore the way you convey Estinien into words, how you convey his personality and I cannot wait to interact with you more in the future <3 ! Ily!

@metoikhomai || Pyx- I cannot express how much I adore you and all of your muses because there are no words that are good enough - every time I see you post on my dash I smile. Our interactions always get me excited whether it be the utter complexities between Ieaki and Magnai or the vibes between Dacy and Ivaux - - or even the intoxicating sweetness between Lys and Aymeric- I adore each and every one and I cannot wait to read and develop more in the future! Ily, precious!

@ruleoftheserpent || Honestly, I have to admit that I never lingered thoughts much on Regula until this actual precious entire whole bean came along, writing him. I adore his complexity, I adore the fact he has his own personal code but also the little tiny ways that show that he's not emotionally numb. Its as beautiful and as complicated as he is and I couldn't adore it any more than I already do! Cyvel is completely enamoured by the tall and mysterious stranger. Mun is exceptionally precious, too - ily, precious!

@paradoxeyed || We might not know each other too well but I adore Faelux: our interactions so far have been wonderful and I love seeing your posts on the dash and following all of your development and little titbits that give insight into Faelux as a character. Ily!

@confluxium || Raises hands to the sun to praise the cosmos for Aries' existence. This human being is not only wonderfully glorious and kind and sensationally skilled when it comes to writing, but their muses are incredible too. Hati is incredible and reading the development is so addicting - and don't even get me started on how much I love Ares and all of his complexities! Achaeus is both intrigued and absolutely petrified of him and I love that. Ily precious! Keep being the star you are <3 !

#Anonymous Ask #Unsigned Letters || Anonymous Ask ||#i've been working on this forever

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