#*I'VE HUNG A WISH ON EVERY STAR*

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

GIRLS WAIT I JUST REALIZED SMTH

[moonlight-prose]

WONDERING WHY

a/n: this is for the logan promptober hosted by the lovely @silverskyeline! i'm not gonna do the whole list cause i would stress myself out to an insane degree. but a few caught my eye. so i've thrown together some small fics for the man himself in the hopes of scattering them throughout october. this is also late one day cause of well me having a shitty time in life rn. but i hope y'all enjoy!

logan promptober: day six - cowboy

summary: loving logan howlett felt like loving a ghost. he returned when the moon hung low in the sky and his time gave way for freedom. but when you needed him most, he arrived on your doorstep with the promise of giving you exactly what you want.

word count: 3.5k+

pairing: cowboy!old man!logan x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MDNI IT'S 18+ ONLY, romance, love, angst, longing, pining, they're obsessed with each other, filthy kissing, p in v sex, rough sex, spit, choking (sorta), calling the pussy her/she, he's an old man who fucks insanely well, feral old man logan.

Pale moonlight brushed across the Earth with strokes of paint. Stars were sprinkled along the night sky, glimmering in darkness as you leaned against the doorway of your home. The lantern flame flickered with each waft of cool air that breezed past you. Pooling inside where a fire cracked and sparked—offering enough warmth to keep you sated for the remainder of time.

At least until he returned home.

You listened for the familiar clop of hooves, the click of his tongue guiding the horse where to go. Hoping that eventually he’d turn the bend in the dirt road and find his way back to the safety of your shared bed.

This was a routine you knew well—one you found solace in as the days grew short and sunlight became sparse. In summer he often returned when the clock struck midnight; the weariness of a long day spent riding through towns and hunting with others was normal. If a little grueling. Although you never complained. You knew who he was when you met him—understood the ups and downs of what this relationship would be.

Logan wasn’t anything if true to his word right at the start. I’m not gonna be here every day sugar, but I’ll be here when you need me.

Eventually you’d have to blow out the lantern and amble back indoors. Calling it quits on yet another night spent alone. He didn’t like it when you were out past a certain time—raiders and hunters alike were more than willing to break in without remorse. Especially if they didn’t know who resided inside, who shared your bed on nights like tonight.

“I need you,” you sighed, shutting your eyes to the sight of an empty road.

They were empty words of hope strung together to make a wish on whatever star caught your eye. Rarely did they work. Although some nights you wondered if magic twined with your solemn prayer—summoning the man you so desperately wanted. It was wishful thinking, a well full of reverie you continuously drank from. Although maybe it was the poison that would one day cause you to drop dead. Maybe…Logan was a figment of all that you could never have.

He might not even exist.

Your eyes fluttered open, glancing up at the sky with anticipation of a falling star. The echo of hooves along dirt drew your attention from your nightly ritual—curiosity pulling you close and whispering promises of giving you everything you wanted. It was probably a stranger. Someone looking for an easy place to spend the night. Logan always told you to say no with a shotgun in your hands, and your body tensed in preparation to grab for the gun propped near the doorway.

Relief flooded your veins at the sight of a familiar dark brown leather coat, his hat tipped low enough to hide the eyes that loomed beneath—glinting with a darkness you'd only seen once or twice in your time together. Calloused and scarred hands gripped loosley at the reins as the horse trotted up the path—finding it's way home with ease.

There was a pull between the two of you. Insatiable and feral and strong enough to have him searching for you the second he drew closer to the house. Hazel eyes fatigued by the long trip back locked onto your form. Plush skin and curves hidden beneath layers of a dress you had yet to strip off.

You would leave that to him, knowing how much he enjoyed tugging at the strings of your corset—undoing the buttons to set you free.

"Gonna catch your fuckin' death," he muttered, his boots hitting the ground with a dull thud. You relished the sound, unable to stop your smile.

"I was waiting for you."

He huffed, wrapped the reins around the wooden fence he built steadily over the years—the leather bag on his saddle now strapped over his wide shoulder. "Shouldn't be waitin' on a man like me sugar."

"You always say that."

"And I'm always right."

"Would you prefer I wait on someone else?" you inquired, a challenge glinting in your eyes.

He bit back a growl, hand settling on your hip to drag you to the edge of the front step as he stepped to the one below. "Are you tryin' to tell me somethin'?"

The possession in his eyes made your heart race, your fingers digging into the soft leather permeated by the scent of cigars smoked in various saloons. He felt familiar, a home you didn't know could exist within another person. The house you two built resided in his heart; the missing piece you searched for on nights spent without him. But now you had it in your grasp—fitting it back into place with a sigh of bliss.

The picture of peace finally pressed itself to your soul, caressing a part of your love that left each time he mounted his horse—the promise of coming home on the tip of his tongue.

"I haven't found someone else yet, but I very well could-"

The rumble in his chest was layered with everything he'd never say with words. "Try it," he growled. "And I'll have to make a fuckin' graveyard out back."

Heat pooled rapidly into your stomach, elation fluttering through your heart. You knew an animal hid in the depths of his chest. Feral with claws and teeth that snapped at the thought of someone taking what was his. You'd never belong to someone else. You'd never want to. The echo of his words seared into your mind, a vow of forever etched into each vowel and consonant.

He was home. He was here. He was real.

"There's no one else," you murmured, leaning your forehead against his—lips brushing against his with each soft admission. "There could never be anyone else."

All that would go unspoken, all neither of you could say.

I love you. I'll love you forever. Whatever this is…it will only end when we're buried six feet under.

"Good," he replied gruffly. "Now give your old man a proper fuckin' welcome."

The smile you wore deepened as his warm hand cupped your cheek. His skin was dry from the leather and a few cuts were scattered here and there, but nothing could resemble this. The blooming heat that spread across your chest like the roots of an ancient tree. He held you with a tenderness that might have shocked you at first—the fear of harming you burning hot in his stomach.

But this was how he always touched you. With a love that couldn't be replaced. A promise soldified in the lines of his palm, fate driven and earthly bound, and yours forevermore.

Finding his lips beneath his hat, you let go of the breath held deep in your lungs. The taste of his cigars spread on your tongue. A familiar morsel of home you gravitated towards. Later in the evening—when you were both lethargic and naked and covered in all sorts of fluids—he'd puff on a brand new cigar. Giving you taste with lazy kisses and smiles traded in the dark of night.

"Missed you Logan," you mumbled, tongue sliding against his with a breathy moan. "I always miss you."

He chuckled, deep enough to vibrate against your chest—his hands sliding down to grip your waist. "You wanna show me how much?"

"You'd like that huh." Smiling into the kiss, you felt his teeth dig into your lips. He sucked it with a groan, fingers digging harshly into the layers of fabric.

"Mhm." His breath was harsh against your cheek, each kiss filled with a need to ravage what belonged to him. To prove he still held space in your heart. "Missed you every fuckin' day sugar."

You laughed, toying with the hair at the base of his skull—curling your fingers around it to tug him back. The moan he rewarded you with made saliva pool in your mouth. His eyes watched you, dazed with want, mouth parted and swollen from your kisses. And you burned the image of him in your mind.

"You wanna show me how much baby?" you breathed, brushing your lips to his with a teasing laugh.

A biting growl ripped from his throat. "Get inside before I take you out here."

"There's an idea."

The harsh slap to your hip dragged a peal of laughter out of your chest. Stumbling back, your hands yanking the hat off his heat and working the jacket down his arms, you kissed him as if you'd never get the chance to again. Wet and spit slicked. Until your teeth clashed together and his tongue was halfway down your throat. Each moan that dripped from his mouth into yours felt like a fucking reward.

A blissful reminder that you weren't alone; he stood before you, frenzied and aching to feel your skin on his.

Logan couldn't figure out how he wound up in this haven. A home, a lover that stole his breath with each look, and forever right on the horizon. Years spent alone only offered the promise of torment, of a life overflowing with an endless amount of pain.

But for some unknown reason, the sun that used to sear his skin now stood before him lighting the pathway home. The brilliance of you blinded him—warmed every cold aspect that resided in the depths of his chest. Yet he'd rather spend the rest of his life in your fierce heat than suffer in the biting cold again.

Oh how lucky he felt just getting the chance to burn.

Desire simmered sharply in the base of your stomach the further you got into the house—his teeth biting down to the column of your throat, fingers toying with the laces of your corest. He devoured you like a sweet thing to be had. A treat he rarely got to partake in tasting. And fuck if he wasn't going to take his time. You clawed at his shirt, pulling it up and off his body with a hoarse shout of glee—nails piercing the flesh of his shoulders as he yanked your leg around his hip.

He practically dragged you to the small bedroom, tearing off the clothing as he went with harsh snarls of want. You'd worry about mending the fabric later in the morning. Or perhaps the day after that. Given how you could feel the heft of his cock through his pants, pressing to your stomach with each small shift of your body.

"On the bed." The command was punctuated with a slap to your ass—a sharp bite against the skin of your collarbone drew a soft moan to the surface.

He tugged the front of your corset down, dropping to the ground with the remainder of your skirts. Baring yourself to Logan with a smile, you felt the emptiness slip down onto the wood of the bedroom floor. Expelling from your body with each panted breath and soft carress. He turned you inside out with the smallest of actions—the barest of touches.

The time he spent alone and wrapped in thoughts of you became all he lived off of. Your memory turned into the reason he stayed alive.

Unlike so much of his life he now held an answer to why he dragged himself home. Why he forced himself to keep going.

"Lemme see her." His hand wrapped around your leg, pulling open your thighs for him to catch a glimpse of what lay between.

You'd been dripping since he arrived. A sticky wet mess that begged for his attention. Logan salivated at the sight, his eyes zeroing in on the way you glistened for him. On any other night he'd sit you on his face in a quick attempt at gaining the close proximity he longed for when he was gone. Tonight served for a different want—a biting need that dug its teeth into his skin.

"She missed me huh," he mumbled, thumb sliding through your wet folds.

You moaned, breathy and restless. "She did baby."

"'M gonna give her what she needs."

"Logan," you sighed, hand outstretched for him to take. "Need you close."

Every nerve lit like a fuse when he gifted you with a full smile. "I will sugar. Lemme just look at ya first huh?"

With a nod you let your legs spread apart, arms draped above your head. The sight of you stole his breath, but you didn't fare any better. His skin scattered with scars you kissed a thousand times over still rendered you incapable of speaking. Hell you weren't even sure you'd taken a breath since he walked through the door.

Though his body was worn and his hair was graying, you couldn't deny he remained the most beautiful man you ever set your eyes on.

"Like what you're lookin' at?"

Your grin was lazy, eyes overflowing with a language Logan once thought he'd never learn yet now could be considered fluent in. Love.

"I really do," you whispered, sharing the secret with him. The words rarely spoken were shouted at the top of your lungs in each loving praise.

He shook them off when you first met him. Claimed they were false words to make yourself feel better about loving an animal who walked and talked like a human. Although, over time he allowed them to sink into his skin, bathe over his broken and weary soul.

They held him together like a ribbon tied through his soul, placed neatly in a bow on his heart.

His hand was swift in undoing his belt, pushing the remainder of his clothes off to join yours heaped on the floor. And you drank in the sight of the man you adored climbing over your body with a hungry gaze. Your heart flipped, grip sliding along his back as you welcomed him in between your legs—the heavy weight of his cock a warm press against your thigh.

"Welcome home." The smile melded into the kiss he placed on your lips, tongue sliding in the curve along your teeth, to taste every bit of you he could reach.

Bucking your hips into his, you dug your nails into his lower back in the hopes that he'd move. He swallowed your whine, spit trailing down your chin when he pulled back to catch his breath. Moving slowly never worked for you—entirely used to the man who broke you with the intent of putting you back together—and right now was no exception. The torment of not having him tore at your heart, put a splinter in the longing simply to crack you in two even further.

"Hold still," he grunted, his hand shoving your hips back onto the bed. "Movin' so fuckin' much I'm gonna have to tie you down."

Your gasp was wet—needy. "Please. Fuck please-"

"Right." His other hand slid up your torso to rest against the base of your throat—thumb running along the smooth skin that covered your racing pulse. "I forgot who you are, sugar. You'd like that huh?"

Teeth tore at your bottom lip, eyes glazed and pupils blown wide the longer he held you there. Anticipation fried your nerves with each second that passed. But Logan wasn't a cruel man. He knew what you ached for—what you'd give up everything for. The closeness of the man you loved; a chance to have his body, heart, and soul.

Gripping himself, he tapped his cock against your clit, sliding through your slick with a stunted moan. A smile bloomed across his lips at your responding moan—fire streaking down your spine, curling along your limbs. He could drive you to madness and yet you'd thank him each time.

You would be grateful for anything he gave you.

"Don't get quiet on me now." His lips trailed along your cheek as he notched himself at your entrance. "Go on and sing for me sweetheart."

He sunk in with a smooth thrust, stretching you with slickened pain and a hoarse moan against the shell of your ear. And you forgot how to breathe. The pinch of pain quickly dampened with the roll of his hips—the head of his cock pressing snugly against your walls. This is what you missed, what your body screamed for.

The potent euphoria that drowned you under its vicious waves.

"So tight," he grunted. "Guess she really did miss me."

"Logan-" Your head tipped back into the pillows, a loud moan breaking the silence that curled over your bodies like a blanket.

"There she is." Pulling back slightly, he slammed back into you, nearly shoving you up the bed. "My pretty little songbird."

Nothing held you back from the sounds he drew out of your mouth. Each one louder than the last. Until the room was filled with a symphony of your combined pleasure, the vulgar echo of skin slapping against skin and your slick dripping down onto the bed, became all you could think about.

He thrived off it. The sight of you whittled down to nothing but a needy mess, begging for a small hint of his love. Maybe that made him an old man far too fucking dirty to be with someone as prescious at you. But he'd let the guilt eat him alive later. He'd worry about stealing your youth out from under you in the afterglow of feeling you cum.

A harsh thrust that struck against the sensitive spongy part of your walls had your knees clamping around his hips—your fingers scratching at his back to get him to slow down. You needed a chance to breathe, to regain some sense. Logan merely smiled, his fingers tightening around your throat to drag your head up. His lips slotting against yours in a messy kiss.

"Where do ya think you're goin'?" he growled, repeating the move with a bitten out groan. "Thought you wanted me to fuck you. Now you're running?"

"T-Too much-"

The angle changed sharply and suddenly he was no longer grinding into you but fucking right on that spot. A sharp sob of his name only added fuel to the quickly forming flame, quickening his movements until you felt your entire body begin to grow taut.

Slick smeared on the inside of your thighs, sticky and warm and loud enough to make you dizzy each time you heard it. He panted into your mouth, using the hold on your throat as leverage to fuck you back onto his cock.

Logan didn't love softly. He couldn't. Brutality was all he was capable of giving you and like the sweetest angel you took it with a smile. You let him use you up until his name was all you could comprehend. The heady scent of his sweat filled your senses, the salty tang of his skin spread along your tongue as you bit into his shoulder—your teeth marring his already marked skin.

Eventually it would turn purple, fading quicker than usual, but he'd wear it with pride. His own trophy after tearing you apart beneath him.

"Gonna cum?" he asked, mouthing at your breast, moaning at the taste of your skin. "I can feel it."

You nodded frantically, body going taut with each slap of his hips on yours. "C-Can I?"

"So fuckin' polite," he groaned, sucking on your nipple before letting it loose with a pop. Spit dripping down to your stomach. "'Course you can sugar."

Tugging at his hair, you felt the tremble in your thighs spread to the rest of your body. His other hand slipped between your bodies, thumbing at your throbbing clit with a soft moan, dragging you right to the edge of a cliff. A sharp grind of his hips broke the dam within you, flooding you with a mind numbing bliss that scorched your skin.

You cried his name until your throat went raw, tears spilling hotly down your cheeks that he licked up with a smile. The fluttering of your walls dragged a hoarse shout from his chest, his teeth clamping down onto any part of he could reach. He followed you instantly, shoving his cock deep enough to hurt as he filled you with enough cum to spill out.

The echo of your breaths resounded off the wooden walls, his hand dipping down to smear his cum along the inside of your thighs. Coating you in his essence; claiming you with his scent that burned the inside of his nose.

"I did you know," you mumbled, kissing the newly formed bruise on his skin. "Miss you."

He sighed, his forehead dropping to yours. "I know sugar. I missed you too."

"Will you stay this time?"

A grin pulled at the corners of his lips, hips rolling into yours to pull another weak moan from those pretty lips he longed to kiss. "As long as ya want me."

The hesitancy clamped around your heart, filling your stomach with anxiety. You wanted to beg him to never leave again, to spend each moment in the safety of this house. But Logan had always been a ramblin man. He'd never stay in one place too long. Even if eventually he found his way back here, back in the safety of your home.

"Forever?" you breathed, eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Logan's heart twisted at the sight. "Yeah sugar," he replied, dipping down to drag his lips along yours. "I like the sound of that.”

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Forgetting

Carol Danvers x fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, long distance, fluffy times, explicit language, implied sex (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's been nearly a year since you've seen your girlfriend and almost two months since you've heard from her. And you're beginning to worry that she's forgotten about you. After all, the universe is a big place.

357 days. That’s how long it had been since you’d seen your girlfriend. You tried to think of yourself like a military spouse. After all, Carol did used to be in the Air Force. And she did travel to far-away, dangerous places to protect people, with very limited communication for long periods of time. It’s just that her dangerous locations were in other galaxies instead of other countries.

You were used to her being gone or, well, as used to it as you could be. The longer her absence went on, the more used to it you got, but somehow it also became harder. When she first set off on this mission, she’d been in your galaxy, so communications had come faster and with more regularity. Less space and time for them to travel through. But the farther away she got, the longer it took her messages to get to you. You were lucky if you got one email a month.

It wasn’t personal. You knew that. She was far away. Even with the best technology S.H.I.E.L.D. could provide to a civilian, her communication with you was still slow and limited. But, god, you missed her. You missed her laugh. You missed the warmth of her next to you in bed. You missed the way she propped her leg up when she sat down, no matter what kind of chair it was. You hung on every word of her emails, going over them so often you’d memorized them.

It had been two months since Carol’s last email. It was a long time to go without communication, even for her. The irrational part of your brain was desperately worried for her. There’s no telling what kind of high-risk situations she got herself into out there. But you knew that if anyone could handle themselves against all the forces of evil in the universe, it was Carol. You also knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. would have contacted you immediately had anything happened to her.

Another part of your brain–equally irrational but much harder to talk down–worried that Carol had forgotten you. The universe that Carol traversed was huge. Infinite, even. She saw things no one else had ever seen. Met people and experienced cultures that were so different from ours on Earth that we’d never even dream them up. Who’s to say she hadn’t found somewhere–someone–more beautiful than here, with you? She saw entire worlds, the neverending canvas of space and time. How could it possibly be that, of all the things in the known universe, you were the one worth coming home to? You always worried that maybe, this time, you weren’t.

As you climbed into bed, missing, as always, the feeling of Carol’s arms wrapped around you, the rise and fall of her chest as she slept, you once again pulled up her most recent email. From 61 days ago.

Hi, baby. I hope all’s well on Earth. I’m sad I’m missing spring–you know it’s my favorite season. Are there apricots on the tree yet? Or just buds? I’d give an arm for an apricot right now. I’m farther out than normal, so you might not hear from me for a while. One of the Andromedas. 2.7 lightyears away, if you can believe it. It scares me a little to be so far away from you.

I know I’ve said it before, but it gets lonely out here. Sometimes I wish you could come with me, but I know your body wouldn’t handle space-time travel like mine does. Superhero probs. Also, it’s probably not fair for me to make you put your entire life on pause just because I miss you like crazy.

It’s so beautiful out here in a weird, quiet way. I wish you could see it. Yesterday, I passed a pulsar. A star carcass, as I like to call them. They’re these gigantic masses of spinning light that put out radio signals (which might interfere with how quickly you get this, fuck pulsars). You’ve never seen something so big. So big it’s almost hard to believe it’s really there.

Anyway. I’m rambling. I miss you so much. I always miss you, but this time feels harder for some reason. I miss the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. I miss the way your hair sticks up in the morning. I miss kissing you. I miss doing more than kissing you. I just miss you.

I’m not sure when I’ll get home, but I think about you every day, every second. Nothing in this galaxy or the next or the next compares to you. Please stay safe. Don’t be sad. Snuggle Goose for me.

I love you.

Carol

You fell asleep reading through the email, again and again, your phone going dark in your hand beside you as you drifted off. You dreamed of pulsars. You dreamed of Carol.

Hours later, you jerked awake, gasping, as you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey!” a voice said, calming, reassuring. “It’s just me.”

You’d know that voice anywhere. “Carol!” you squealed, grabbing her and pulling her onto the bed with you, holding her as tight as possible so she could never, ever leave you for so long again. “You’re home!”

You felt her smile against you as she buried her face in your neck, wrapping her strong arms around you. She smelled metallic, almost like gunpowder; you knew it by now–the smell of space. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, breathing you in. “I missed you so much.”

Still holding you close, Carol sat up a bit to just look at you, just take you in. She ran her hand along your cheekbone and pressed a warm kiss to your mouth. A kiss you’d been so desperate for, you thought you might die from relief. Her lips tasted like space, too, the way metal smells after rain. So uniquely her. How many other people could say they knew the taste of space?

“Are you crying?!” Carol asked, alarmed, as she brushed a few tears from under your eyelids.

You sniffed and mumbled, “I thought maybe you forgot about me.”

Carol pulled you to her chest, running her fingers through your hair, lightly grazing her fingernails against your scalp. You shivered at the sensation.

“Oh, baby,” she breathed. “I could never forget about you.”

“But there’s so much out there.”

“Mmhm,” she said, kissing your nose. “And none of it’s as beautiful as you.”

When she moved to stand up, you grasped her hands. “No, no! Stay here and snuggle!”

She laughed, grinning from ear to ear, as she pushed your hair back from your face. “I have to shower, Y/N. I smell like an asteroid.”

You leapt out of bed to stand next to her, looping your arm and hand through hers and leaning against her shoulder. You couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get close enough. You never wanted to let her go.

“Can I join you?” you asked, blushing a little. After all, it had been nearly a year.

Carol looked at you lovingly, smiling softly, a few of her own tears building. She squeezed your hand and dragged you after her into the bathroom. “God, yes.”

[freakspectors]

HELUVAKINKTOBER: DAY 2 - ROLEPLAY.

A Fyodor Dostoyevsky | BSD x Female Reader Smut Fanfic.

warnings ; smut , roleplay , dacryphilia , sex toys, pussy slapping , pwp/plot what plot , religious themes , cunnilingus , mean fyodor :( , reader is implied to be chubby , reader's role is an angel , fedya is just ... fedya , not proofread , etc .

author's note ; HIHI!!! day two and i was already almost behind.. i've been writing all day to get this done , and i still couldn't finish it all in time so I left it on a cliffhanger. i swear, i'll give you all the part two of this some other time .. but for now , take this. enjoy !

p.s - this is the longest fic on my acc as of currently. ily fyodor ...

heluvakinktober 2023 m.list .

You sit on a lavish bed in a dimly lit bedroom, the lights bright just enough to see your unpigmented lingerie underneath the thin, translucent satin nightgown you wore. The undergarments had intricate weavings, each pattern having meticulous designs with folded white wings sewn into them. To top it off, a headband-bound spring hung up the pastel yellow halo on your head; completing the ‘angel’ look that Fyodor worked so hard to put together for you.

As if your thoughts had cued him in, the sound of a door creaking open filled the otherwise silent room; a chuckle belonging to no one but the man you loved ringing in your ears. Clutching the fabric of the comforter, you watch as the demon shuts and locks your only exit, turning to you with a smile of mischief.

“My, what a sight for sore eyes,” he says, strolling towards your nervous figure. “Such a magnificent, holy woman. Might I ask why you’ve fallen from the heavens to speak with me?”

Fyodor crawls onto the bed and places his hands on your shoulders. He was as cold as a glacier, anemia working everything but wonders on his lankier frame. You, however, were plump. You felt warmer than a fireplace with personality that could light up an entire room. ‘A star brought down from the celestials’, Fyodor would say. 

“Are you here to tell me how I’m far from free of sin? Or perhaps..” the Russian murmured, his accent rolling off of his tongue deliciously, “you’re here for conversion.”

Fyodor runs his hands down your body, stopping as he reaches your plush thighs. After giving them a light squeeze, the rat brings his left hand up to your chin, turning your head to face him. “Which is it, моя любовь? Do you wish to spread the ‘lord’s’ faith, or listen to mine?”

 You quickly exhale, regaining your composure. “I can’t even fathom the idea of a simple man being able to strip me of the lord’s hands. I’m intrigued, mortal. Do tell.”

“Excellent,” the Rat mumbles, gently kissing your soft lips. He handled your body as if you were a glass figure that he was instructed to handle with care. Fyodor’s icy hands caressed your skin, leaving goosebumps with every touch.

Toying with the hem of the nightgown, Fyodor stares up at you with feigned innocent eyes. “Oh, great one, may I please witness your purity in its entirety?”

“Yes. You have proven yourself worthy, my child.”

“Thank you. I will not put your acts of kindness in vain,” Fyodor mumbled. The Russian leisurely raises your garment over your head, stripping you down to the lingerie you wore. He felt his mouth water at the mere sight of your body, taking in every curve and crevice of your form. “Ты великолепна, любовь моя. I could simply devour you.”

And devour you he did. Fyodor crashed his lips onto yours, his kisses quick and feverish as if he was being timed. Not pulling away from you, the Rat maneuvers himself on top of your curvy figure, laying you down. His lips trail down your body, starting from your cheek and briskly moving down south. Fyodor stops at your lower abdomen, gently kissing your navel.

“Oh, how I wish to spill my seed into you. Perhaps our child would be pure, much unlike all of mankind,” the Demon whispered, resuming his journey down your body. Sighing in content, Fyodor stared at your damp, sticky panties, the fabric clinging to your pussy. “Мой ангел, perhaps you aren’t as innocent as you so claim. Такой мокрый без причины.”

You stifle a moan as Fyodor runs a finger down your clothed cunt, planting sloppy, open mouth kisses on your inner thighs. Once he reaches your dripping core, he smiles, then turns to kiss up the other limb. Desperacy boils within you, pathetic whines becoming flat out wimpish as he takes his sweet time, nipping and licking at the soft flesh. 

“Patience, Dear. Patience,” the Russian says, chastising you. You couldn’t seem to tell, though, His voice was too sweet to decipher his intentions — something you despised about him. “Is a man not allowed to eat before he drinks?”

“Yes, wise one, of course,” you whimper, biting your lower lip to calm yourself down, “but please, get to your preaching.”

“Right away, O great one.”

Not a moment after, Fyodor licks a long stripe up your clothed pussy, his tongue flat on your clit. Your body jolts, hips involuntarily bucking towards his face. Chuckling, Fyodor peels your panties to the side, spreading you open with his middle and index fingers.

“You see, мой дорогой, in my eyes, not one soul is free of sin. Not even one as holy as yours,” he says matter-of-factly. Fyodor slowly flicks his tongue up and down your hole, just the tip of the appendage slipping inside of you. His pace was agonizing. There was so much you wanted to do to get him to speed up; but you couldn’t act out of character. Who knew what punishment would await you?

“Whatever do you mean, mortal?” you ask through clenched teeth, watching as he ate you out, “such a snide remark shall have you exiled from the eyes of God. I recommend you explain yourself.”

“Need I explain? My statement will remain true, Darling. I plan on proving it to you like..” He trails off, landing one last sluggish stripe up your cunt, stopping right where your clit was. His laugh was impish, a smile full of ill intent pairing with it. He planned to wreck you.

“This.”

His lips immediately latched onto your clit, sucking the button of flesh and yanking a noisy moan from your throat; halo bobbing as you threw your head back. Fyodor’s eyes never seemed to leave you; watching each move your body made because of his tongue.

“Если бы ты только мог увидеть себя…” the Demon slurred. Lewd, sticky slurps emitted from between your legs, slick and saliva briskly coating your thighs and Fyodor’s pale face. The sound of the headboard punching on the wall partially brought you out of your daze, staring back down at Fyodor to see him humping the mattress at a tempo matching the strokes of his tongue.

His mouth disappeared from your clit, only for his rough fingers to replace it. They rub and flick the nub with fervor, yet it’s far from overdone. It’s fast enough to give you immense pleasure; to send you over the edge. If Fyodor was kind, he would’ve let you cum on his fingers — but what’s the use in discussing the “If”s? He’s not. He lives up to his alias, he truly is a monster.

“That’s more than enough, don’t you think, милый?” Fyodor asks. He shoots you a smile, pulling himself away from your body entirely. You shake your head no, pleas and cries of continuation falling from your lips. The Russian’s grin flattens into a stoic, upset expression, and before you know it, a harsh slap is landed on your cunt. Sobs of pain and pleasure escape your throat, your voice hitching. “Keep in character, кукла.”

You choke on tears, a lump forming in your throat. Fyodor brings two digits to your vagina, running them between your folds as if easing out the sting. The kind gesture was a simple facade, as his arm rears back and smacks you right on your sensitive clit. You yelp, hurrying with your pained reply, “Y-Yes.. Indeed. Please, move on with f-further ministries..” 

“So hungry for more.. Is the conversion working, малыш?” the Monster chuckled, getting off of your shared bed to open the drawer of his nightstand. A long, purple dildo rests in his palm as he shuts the dresser and sits behind you. He kisses your tear stained left cheek, a small token of reassurance. 

Fyodor pulls you closer to his chest, hands wandering across your body. He gives you a few seconds to recover, then slides his thumb through the band of your underwear, inaudibly asking — no; telling you to raise your hips so he could yank them down.

Of course, you oblige. Fyodor hums, placing the soaked garment to the side for.. ‘later use’. The raven haired man brings the dildo to your tight, wet pussy, running it down your slit. “You’re simply too precious for me, a sinner, to fuck in such a grotesque manner. Won’t you let me drag you down to reality and make you absolutely braindead on this simple object?”

You gulp, wiping your tears from your hot cheeks. “Yes, yes you may. S-Show me how it feels to sin..”

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[brotherwtf]

could we maybe get Christmas eve by the fireplace sex with Gale and John? Like with red wine and the Christmas lights twinkling in the background? Like the snow falling heavily outside or something EEEEE

AGGHHH CLEGAN BEING SOFT OH MY GODDDDD brb crying rn

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Christmas wasn't anything special to Gale. It usually came with increasing nightmares and promises that were all for naught, every night leading up to the "happiest day of the year" made him itch with the cold and fear. He never got any presents, not for Christmas or his birthday, and so he didn't expect anything when he and John were finally together after the war.

Because to him, being with John was better than anything he could wish for.

The snow was falling in beautiful billowy clouds and flurries, piling up on the windowsill as the fire crackled before them. Gale and John sat on their shag rug, one John had pawned off of a neighbor, hands linked together in the soft material. Gale didn't drink, but he had an almost full glass of wine with dinner and another half glass sitting on the coffee table behind them. John's already three glasses deep and he's leaning into Gale's space, pressing his nose against his temple and smiling, muttering incoherently to himself.

"John... what's going on, baby?" Gale hums, hand coming up push John's hair back, smiling at him gently.

John hums again, caressing Gale's cheek with his hands and pressing a kiss to his nose.

"Just happy... so happy to be here with you, in our house, getting ready for Christmas, can't wait to show you what I got you, baby," John says, kissing across Gale's cheek and nose, looking into his eyes loopily when he pulls away to just hold his face.

John looks at him like Gales his everything, like he hung the stars and created the world, and Gale finds himself almost squirming under his gaze.

"Lemme kiss you, Gale. I wanna kiss you so bad," John says and he almost sounds like he's begging.

Gale could roll his eyes but he finds the glass of wine has softened him almost, made him less anxious and keyed up and he smiles, eyes crinkling as he leans in and takes John's lips, hand coming up to his cheek and running his thumb over his cheekbone.

John sighs into it and holds Gale's head in his hands, tilting his head so he can almost immediately deepen the kiss. Gale breathes heavily against him, opening his mouth for John to slide his tongue inside, easily moving against Gale's as one of his hands slides down to Gale's waist, a thumb pressing into his hip. Gale sighs and lets himself be touched by John, lets John push him down onto the shag rug in front of fire, lips never leaving his.

Gale's warm, and he can't tell if it's from John's body heat or the lapping tongues of the fire, but he lets out another sigh when John slides his hands underneath Gales shirt and lifts it above his chest, moving his lips from Gales and trailing them down his neck before pressing kisses on Gales chest, worshipping it like he would an idol. Gale squirms, a hand tangling into John's hair as he huffs, his own hand creeping under Johns shirt so he can try to desperately pull it off.

"Off, come on John, want this off," Gale almost begs, pushing John off of his chest and tugging on it himself.

John chuckles and easily takes it off, Gale following suit before running his hands up John's stomach and chest, pulling him by his neck back to his lips and kissing him deeply. John's deft hands easily flick open Gales belt, pushing his slacks down, urging Gales hips up with his hand so he can pull them off. John pulls away and looks down at Gale in awe, a dumbstruck expression flicking across his face.

"Fuck... Gale... you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, like a damn angel sent down from the heavens, just for me. You're all mine, right baby?" John mutters and Gale nods, nods desperately closing his eyes and moaning high in his throat when John's hand finds his aching cock.

His hips buck up into John's hand and John bites his lip, watching it spring back into place as he takes Gale's cock in his hand and tugging it on a few times to make Gale whine even more.

"Please, John, I need you, please..." Gale pleads and moans open mouthed when one of John's fingers circles his hole, pushing in oh so gently.

John's so gentle with Gale, and Gale could cry, he does start to tear up when he thinks about how softly John is holding him. Holding him like he's something that could break, oh so tender in front of their shared fire. Tears start to stream down his face when John presses another finger in, his cheek pressed to Gales as he slowly fucks his fingers into him, unclasping his own belt and shirking his pants and boxers down.

When he takes his fingers from Gale he turns to look at him and kisses the tears away, pushing his hair back and pressing kisses to his cheeks and forehead.

"It's okay... it's okay baby," John whispers, taking his cock in his hand and pressing into Gale, groaning as Gale clenches down on him and sobs gently.

It's so warm and safe, here with John, even as he starts to grind gently into him all Gale can think about is being here with John in front of their fire, snow falling quietly outside but not penetrating their walls, Christmas lights that John insisted hanging up twinkling above him on their mantle when he throws his head back. John's chest is pressed to his and he wraps his arms around John's shoulders to hold him even tighter as he fucks into him.

His cock is trapped underneath John's stomach and he keens in his throat when it rubs against John's stomach, tears continuing to stream down his face as John's lips press into the hollow of his neck. John's hands are bracketed around Gale's head, fingers tangled into his hair as his thrusts get slightly faster, shifting Gale against the rug beneath them both.

He can feel heat roiling in his gut as he approaches his orgasm and his moans get louder as John's thrusts get deeper, thrusting up into that spot that makes Gale's jaw drop open and a long litany of sweet and beautiful noises coming out of his mouth.

"I'm close, doll, come on, come for me," John groans and Gale nods breath coming in short gasps as he comes on his and John's stomachs.

John comes shortly after, arms shaking as Gale feels himself get filled with John's come. They both pant and Gale finds himself smiling even through the tears and he runs his hands across John's shoulders when he finally collapses on top of Gale.

"Was that your gift, John? Not very original, are you?" Gale teases and John lifts himself up just so he can playfully glare at Gale.

He pushes a wayward strand of Gales hair off of his forehead and just smiles at him, something loopy and full of so much love Gale finds himself dizzy with it.

"Nah, but I can't tell you yet, it's not even Christmas," John whispers and kisses Gale gently.

Gale's about to protest when their little clock above the mantle dings it's melody for midnight and Gale just raises his eyebrows at John.

"Not Christmas yet? I think it's Christmas now, baby," Gale says and John pretends to be exasperated.

John kisses his forehead again and smiles cheekily down at him.

"Well I ain't telling yet, besides, what did you get me?" John asks and Gale pantomimes zipping his lips closed.

"If you won't tell me until the morning, then you don't get to know my gift either," Gale whispers and finds himself giggling when John sighs and hangs his head onto Gale's chest.

"You're no fun, you know that, Gale?" John says and Gale can't help but smile.

"But you love me anyway, right? You're stuck with me," Gale mutters and smirks when John just rolls his eyes and pushes Gales hair away from his face again.

"I love you more than anything in the world, helps to be stuck with such a pretty face, I guess," John jokes and Gale's cheeks hurt from how much he's smiling.

They don't get much sleep that night, too busy lazily kissing and finishing their second bottle of wine to even get up and get back to their bed. But it wasn't so bad, here in front of their fire, together.

goodness gracious this one got away from me

[scandinavianfairytale]

Old feelings die hard

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Reader

Warnings: None 💙

It was his first match back at home. Manchester. He knew it'll be bad. He knew no one besides his mom and Jerry would be happy to see him.

Though his mind kept thinking of you.

Would you spare a kind word? A flash of a smile for him? Or maybe even a hug. But he didn't dare to hope. All he knew was that he wanted to find you. See you again.

Apologize.

So before the team got up for the morning practice, he put on his hoodie and jogged all the way to the café he knew you owned.

And there you were.

He stopped at the big window and stared at your smiling face as you prepared the shop to open. It was amazing to see you so content, and he was so proud. You really made it - you had your own coffee shop and a good one, according to Google reviews. It was a cozy place, walls lined with books and plants, all your favorite things. His will was wavering and his anxiety was rising, his chest heaving. But he needed to do this. It was now or never.

He entered the café carefully, and he heard you humming to yourself as the steamer made its normal high-pitched noise. You busied yourself around the coffee machine, completely oblivious to the fact that you had company observing your every move.

Jamie was trying to think of a way to pull you out of your world, but he couldn't think of a justifiable reason. You looked so happy, reaching for cups and different coffee beans. That is until you finally turned around to fill the cookie jar on the counter and let out a shriek of surprise as you found a person standing inside the still closed coffee shop.

"Jamie fucking Tartt. As I live and breathe." You finally smiled as you realized who was standing in front of you. Making your way around the counter you wrapped your arms around him. Jamie was taken aback by the sudden hug but once the initial shock wore off his hands grabbed your torso and brought you even closer to him.

"Matcha latte?" You asked as you sat him down at one of the tables at the back. With just one look at him, you knew feeding him coffee would be a bad idea.

"Sure."

"How have you been?" He asked as he waited and stared at you.

"Busy. You know how it is." You flashed him a smile, but didn't linger. "How have you been? I saw that Richmond is making stride, congrats!"

"Yeah..." Jamie didn't sound as confident or cocky as you were used to, so your head immediately snapped back from the matcha and you finally took him in. Properly this time. Before, you just assumed it might be before-game-jitters.

"Jamie, what's wrong?" You asked concerned.

"I've been meaning to contact you for a while now." He paused and met your eyes. "I've been a shit person. You didn't deserve it and I never got to say it when I got the chance, but...I love you. I always have. Since that day that you pushed me down in the forest and sat on me because I was being a cocky little prick." You smiled at that.

"I wish I could take all the bad stuff back. I wouldn't have hurt you. And I wouldn't have left. I am so sorry." Jamie hung his head.

"That must've been weighing on you for a long time." You replied with a pause. What he was talking about was something you didn't think about that often. Of course being the girlfriend of a young football star and then being left very abruptly phased you and impacted your future relationships, but therapy helped a lot. It's not just that Jamie was a prick, no sugarcoating needed there, but you weren't a sunshine either. "Jamie, we both weren't great people - we were still basically teenagers. You were going pro in football and I was going abroad for university. We would have broken up eventually or someone would have cheated and I think while the execution was not great, you did the only right thing. So, I hold absolutely no hard feelings for you." You smiled and he finally lifted his head to look at you.

"As for the confession about love...why don't you first get into the good graces of Manchester and then we can talk, I don't plan on jeopardizing my entire life because the man I want to date is hated by the whole fucking city."

"Wait...would you want to go on a date with me?" Jamie asked, looking shocked.

"Well, I'm single and the only guy I ever really loved in my life just said that he still loves me, so I guess so?" You grinned.

"Can I kiss you?" Jamie stood up from his seat, with a little more pep and you nodded, stepping closer to him with a ridiculous smile on your face. It was like muscle memory when your lips met and suddenly all the other guys made sense - you never liked kissing them as much as Jamie. Your therapist offered that idea to you but it dawned on you just now.

Thank you for reading! 😊💙

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[mochidoie]

with you and i - lee haechan

listen to: summer nights by the millennial club and die right here by david hugo genre: fluff, hopelessly in love badboy!haechan wc: 938 warnings: written in lowercase only

a/n: this is for the anon that requested a pt 2 to all i see is you :)

"it's always so nice with you." you peer over at haechan, catching him totally staring at you already. "how do you do that?"

"do what?" he scoots a bit closer to you on the bench. the cotton sky remains above the both of you and in this world, only you and haechan exist.

"make me feel so happy." your pinkies lightly touch, as you lean into him playfully at the serious statement. your smile is so shy that it tugs at haechan's heartstrings.

he knew the exact date to take you on and it wasn't what you two did for it to be perfect. it was how he made you feel so incredibly special to him. he doesn't know why you finally gave him a chance, but he was so thankful.

while you two hung out, he was very conscious of the boundary that being friends set. nonetheless, this date changes how he normally treats you. he could finally show you just how loving he could be. just how much he was in love with you.

under this summer sunset with you, he couldn't believe he found a love he's been dreaming of. around you, he could barely breathe. there weren't many things in the world that makes lee haechan nervous or even the slightest concern.

but you should know, that you're the only one that makes his palms sweat and his heart to race a million beats per second. you're the only person he would drop everything for.

if you wanted him to stop such a dangerous lifestyle, he would. you just had to say it. say that you want him and he'd be at your side in a flash.

"this feeling doesn't have to end." haechan tries to poke the bear, trying to see how much you're willing to give to him. all he wants is to see that bright smile shining on your pretty face. and if he was greedy enough, he wanted to be the reason behind every one of them.

you shoot him a quick look, but a sigh escapes your lips. "i don't know if i could do this to you without feeling like you deserve more than me."

shaking his head, his right hand lands on your knee to soothe any doubt in your mind. "there is nothing else in this world worth more than you. i could die right now and i'd be satisfied that i got to spend a date with you in this lifetime."

"don't be dramatic." you laugh and shit, he can't hold back his own dreamy smile at your contagious charm. the way your head is thrown back and pure happiness under these pink skies.

"i'm not the most into theatrics, you know that." haechan opens his palm up for you to take it. secretly, he is wishing upon every star, blowing out every candle, tossing every penny into fountains that you'd hold his hand.

when you show signs of hesitation, haechan respects it. he wants you to come to him on your own. "i want you, y/n, not in any malicious way. i want you in the way where you'd look at me like i'm the love you've been waiting for."

the silence creeps up on the both of you. haechan's hand still faced palm up on your knee and you're staring up at the summer sky, choosing your next words very carefully.

you love haechan as much as the moon loved their sun, it's a connection that is hard to ignore. you've always been so focused on your career that love was an after thought. however, with the love that haechan makes you feel is whole and free. you didn't have to think about anything, but him.

"you are the love i've dreamt of." and the look in your eyes is more than mesmerizing, the combination of your words and gaze causes him to freeze in his place. "i never told you, but i was falling in love with you."

"was it the near death experience or my totally not trashed apartment?" he doesn't know why he's making these unserious comments right now, maybe the mood was feeling too stuffy and too real. he couldn't believe what you were saying to him.

you don't laugh this time, instead, your fingers intertwine with his as you accept his hold so willingly. your grip is tight and haechan can feel his chest explode with fireworks from this contact.

"it's the way you sacrifice and the deepness of your love." his pupils dilate and his heart thumps against his ribcage so hard that he knows you can hear it. the way you have with words is absolutely poetic and he'll find himself falling in love with you over and over again.

you see him through and through. his vulnerability to you is so raw, so open. it's as if the heat of the summer night fills his lungs and he can breathe so easily around you. just how do you do that?

"y/n, i promise that i'd keep you safe and most importantly, really happy." haechan kisses the back of your hand, sealing the promise with his lips. "we don't have to date if you don't want to, but just let me be there for you."

"hyuck, let me lay with you tonight." your graceful words strike him before he could continue. the breeze in your hair adds to this incredible vision of you, not that you aren't already a beautiful sight on your own.

"as you like." with you and him here together, these are the blissful moments that haechan knows love is real.

[lordperceval-16]

I Think I've Seen This Film Before

Pairing: Past Charles x Reader, Lando x Reader

Charles cannot believe you've turned up to the Gala with Lando. You cannot believe he thinks he has the right to be jealous.

Inspired by Exile - Taylor Swift and Bon Iver. Quite angsty, but Lando is a sweet angel.

Charles could not take his eyes off you all night. Ever since he'd turned around and saw you walking in with Lando, his eyes had been glued to you, watching your every move.

He'd heard whispers that you were seeing someone new, unable to resist searching your name on social media. Of course, he'd never imagined you would move on to someone he considered a mate. And then he saw you walk in with Lando, and he felt a pang in his chest like he'd never felt before.

How could you have moved on so soon? And with him of all people? It felt like not even five minutes had passed since it had been holding you close and making you smile. Now it was Lando, and you were gazing up at him adoringly, like he'd hung the moon and the stars in your sky. You used to look at him like that not so long ago. He watched as Lando leaned in to whisper something in your ear, and he could hear your laugh ring out like a bell from across the room.

He turned away then, not wanting to see anymore of the two of you being so disgustingly in love. He downed his drink and shook his head roughly, reminding himself that he had no right to feel jealous. You'd made that abundantly clear when you'd walked out without explanation.

He ordered another drink and downs that as well. Try as he might he can't help himself from looking back at you again. He stared for what felt like an eternity, debating all the ways he could win you back and then beating himself up for still loving you despite everything. You looked up then and met his gaze, and his breath lodged in his throat.

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You'd felt his weighty stare on you ever since you'd walked in with Lando. You knew he'd be there of course, why wouldn't be be at the gala before his home race? You had optimistically hoped that he would stay away from you and ignore you for the night, but clearly you had no such luck.

You bristled under his gaze, your shoulders tensing. What right did he have to be jealous anyway? He'd been distancing himself for months before you'd left him, and now just because you'd moved on with someone else, he suddenly had an interest in you? It was completely unfair. You'd given him plenty of chances to fix things, and he hadn't bothered, so he had no right to stand there and glare daggers at you and Lando. You were not together anymore, and he had no right to be offended at the fact that you had moved on.

"Everything alright?" Lando asked, his arm coming around your waist protectively, "cause you looked like you sucked on a lemon."

"It's fine," you sighed, not wanting him to see you were upset by your ex, "it's just.."

"Charles?" He guessed, huffing out a laugh as he saw your eyes widen, "yeah, if he glares any harder I might burst into flames. Don't worry sweetheart, he's just jealous because he knows he's not nearly as funny or as handsome as me."

You threw your head back and laughed loudly, shaking your head at Lando and his ridiculous humour. You smiled up at him fondly, grateful that no matter how sour your mood was he always found a way to cheer you up.

For the rest of the evening, you did your level best to ignore Charles and his stares, and for the most part, you succeeded. You had such a wonderful time with Lando, mingling with the other drivers and their girlfriends and drinking top shelf champagne. And yet, there was always that nagging prickle at the back of your neck reminding you that no matter how much you ignored him, he was still watching. What right did he have to make you feel this way? He'd had his chance, and he blew it. You'd loved him more than anything in the world, but he'd taken it for granted. You wished your heart didn't still pang with longing as your thoughts briefly drifted to the happy times you'd had together.

"I'll be back in a minute. I just need some air ," you told Lando, standing up and grabbing your clutch bag. Before you could turn around, Lando grabbed your wrist softly and stood to follow you. "It's alright, I promise. You stay here with Oscar and Danny. I'll only be five minutes, i just need a breath of fresh air."

"Are you sure?" He asked worriedly, reluctantly letting you go once you insisted. But before you could leave, he was taking off his suit jacket and draping it over your shoulders. "At least take this so you don't get cold."

"Thank you," you smiled, leaning down to peck his cheek before heading for the side door of the ballroom and out into the warm evening air. You leaned your forearms on the balcony and looked out over the city, taking deep breaths of the fresh air as you took in the gorgeous view.

You heard footsteps coming out onto the balcony behind you, and you didn't need to turn around to know who had joined you.

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"I have to say I'm surprised to see you here," he said as he leaned on the balcony beside you. You scoffed and shook your head, staring straight ahead instead of turning to look at him. You knew if you did there was always that slim chance that he'd break down your walls again.

"You can be surprised all you want," you replied sharply, "but I'm not your problem anymore, so you have no right to be annoyed that I'm here with Lando."

"Ah, c'mon," he huffed, "it's been like five minutes since we broke up, and now you're here with one of my mates? I'm allowed to feel upset about that, especially when you didn't even give me a chance to fix things before you up and left."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You snapped, finally turning to face him, your eyes blazing, "I gave you so many chances Charles."

"Are you joking?" He scoffed bitterly, "I came home to find you in the hall with your bags packed with absolutely no warning. How was I supposed to fix things when you left without warning?"

"I gave you so many signs, Charles," you said sourly, "so many goodamn signs. It's not my fault you were never paying enough attention to them to realise something was wrong."

"So many signs?" He laughs, "maybe in your head anyway. I'm not a mind reader, how was I supposed to know something was wrong when you didn't even tell me about it. You should have just talked to me about these things."

"You just didn't see them because you didn't want to see that we were falling apart," you sighed in defeat, "all the signs were there for months and you just didn't want to acknowledge them. We just weren't working."

"Then give me another chance," he begged, but it was half hearted, "let me show you that I can do better, be better."

"I've seen this film before Charles," you sighed sadly, "and I didn't like the ending. We're beyond the point of going back and making the same mistakes all over again. And anyway, I'm happy with Lando so I don't even know why we're standing here having thud argument in the first place."

He stayed silent for a moment, his eyes tracing your face for any signs of hesitancy. It was ironic really, that he was searching for signs now when he hadn't been able to see them when it mattered.

"You're right, I know," he admitted eventually, his whole body sagging with the weight of the admission, "its just been hard seeing you here with him. I feel like I've just been exiled from your life all of a sudden and its strange after all the time we spent together."

"It's been hard for me too you know," you admitted quietly, "I knew I'd see you here but I wasn't prepared for how sad it would make me, despite everything."

"For what it's worth, I hope Lando makes you happy," he said after a beat, "all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy."

"I want the same for you Charles," you assured him, a small lump forming in your throat as you squeezed his arm gently, "and I hope you find someone that gives you that happiness."

Without waiting for conversation to continue you made your way back into the ballroom. Your eyes fell on Lando doing some ridiculous dance with Danny and you couldn't help but smile, the weight on your chest lifting. The ending would be different this time, it would be different with Lando.

[scoopsahoy]

ok I've seen arguably too many "Steve takes your virginity" fics but not enough "you take Steve's virginity". maybe you could do it where the reader has seen him and a girl go into a bedroom at parties and stuff but he reveals that they don't do anything besides make out and/or talk because he didn't feel truly connected to anyone, but he does with the reader, and you're his first. doesn't have to be exactly that but I'd love to see smth like this. (also set before he and Nancy get together!)

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What started out as getting paired up as lab partners with Steve Harrington in chemistry class turned into eating lunch together a handful of times, then sitting together at assemblies. But you'd never hung out away from school, which is why it sort of caught you by surprise when he asked you out after class one day.

Obviously you agreed.

Now, you were in his passenger seat looking up at what stars you could see, rain clouds blocking a good amount of them.

You'd been making good conversation the whole time, but after a brief moment of comfortable silence, he decided to change the subject.

"I heard about you and Joey. Sucks."

You nodded. "Yeah. That was weeks ago, though."

"How long were you guys together?"

"Eight months. It's fine. I kinda got the feeling that he wasn't looking for anything long term. Asshat didn't even dump me in person. He called me at like midnight one night to do it. I thought he might've been drunk but nope. He was completely sober."

"What'd he say?"

"Apparently he'd been eyeing a girl in his gym class. He came close to sleeping with her that night before he called."

"Damn."

"Yeah. On one hand, I'm glad he didn't cheat on me, you know?" Steve nodded. "But on the other hand, I almost wish he didn't tell me why he was ending it. Maybe that's just me, though."

"No, it's not just you."

You smirked at him. "Thanks." You looked at each other for a moment. "So... Betty Thompson, huh?"

"What about her?"

"What do you mean, 'what about her'? I saw you guys the other night at Jackson's party."

"What did you see, exactly?"

"I saw her pull you into one of the bedrooms and shut the door."

"Oh, yeah."

"She's really nice. Good for you."

"Yeah. We didn't... do anything, though."

Your brows dipped in confusion. "What? Nothing?"

"No."

"Why not?"

He shrugged. "I wasn't really feeling it. She's sweet and everything. We just didn't... click. Sexually."

"Mm. So what girls have you clicked with? Sexually." You threw in that last part sarcastically.

He shook his head. "None of 'em."

At this point you felt like he was messing with you.

"Not a single one?"

"I mean, we've gotten along in every other way, and I've kissed a few of them and done some other stuff. It just never moved past that."

"What about the first one?" He was silent, staring at the stars. That was when you understood. "Steve... You haven't-"

"No. I haven't. I've only ever felt that click with one person, but I don't know if it'll ever lead to anything."

"Who is it?" He looked at you, still not saying anything. "What?" He still didn't speak. "Is it me?"

He hesitated to nod. "I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I don't mean for it to."

"It doesn't." He raised his eyebrows. "Not at all."

"Good."

"What is it about me?"

"You're just... more genuine than most of them. With a lot of them it felt like they were only nice because they thought it would lead to sex, not because they were actually nice, you know?" You nodded. "But with you, you're just a really kind person. To everyone."

"Oh."

The energy in the car had shifted, and it started to feel like the space was getting smaller. You reached over and grabbed his hand, which was warm.

"Y/N..."

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

You felt your chest tighten a bit. This wouldn't be your first kiss, but it was the first time you'd been asked for permission to kiss you.

You nodded, and you inched your faces closer to each other. His lips were soft and gentle on yours, and he was almost hesitant.

You reached up and cupped the side of his face, pulling him closer, and his nervousness lifted away and he leaned in to kiss you more firmly.

You pulled away after a moment, your faces inches apart.

"Wanna move to the backseat?" you asked, slightly out of breath.

He nodded immediately, and you crawled over the middle console and rather ungracefully landed in the backseat.

When he joined you, you positioned your bodies so that he was sitting in the middle with you on top of him. Your knees landed on either side of his hips and you sat on his thighs.

You craned your head down to kiss him, but you could feel anxiety radiating off of him, so you stopped after a moment.

"Are you okay?" you asked, pulling back enough to look at him.

"Are you seriously asking me that right now?"

"You seem nervous."

"I am. But I'm excited."

You smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. I just... I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's okay. We'll start here." You grabbed his hands and pulled them up to your waist. "How's that?"

"Good."

"How about this?" You pulled his hands up to your breasts, and his breath staggered. "Better?" He nodded. You reached down and grabbed the bottom of your shirt, slowly dragging it up and over your head, exposing your top half and leaving only your bra to cover it.

But that came off just as quickly, your entire upper half bare and unprotected.

His eyes were wide as moons, and you led his hands back up to them. "Okay?" you asked.

"Way better than okay."

You laughed quietly at that. One of his hands trailed to your back and pulled you closer to him, allowing him to plant kisses across your chest. Your hands landed on his shoulders as he left soft, wet spots on your skin.

After a moment, you reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, studying his body. It was littered with moles and freckles and his skin was smooth.

You bent down to press your lips to the right side of his neck and shoulder, making him sigh with satisfaction. His hands slipped down and landed on your thighs, the pads of your fingers pressing into your skin.

Your fingers began unbuttoning his jeans and he lifted his hips, pulling them down his thighs and leaving them pooled at his ankles. You could see a tent in his boxers that had been restricted by his jeans, and it made you bite your lip.

You awkwardly maneuvered to pull your shorts and underwear off, leaving you completely nude in his lap. He looked down and his lips separated, which made your chest go red.

"Steve," you said, getting his attention. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm good."

He pulled you back in for a kiss and you jumped when you felt two fingers on your clit. You softly gasped into his mouth and he smirked.

"I thought this was your first time."

"I never said I didn't do this part."

One of your hands gripped the seat behind him and the other squeezed his shoulder. His fingers were making almost unbearably slow circles, but when you ground into his hand, he sped up.

"Shit, Steve," you moaned into his mouth as your hands moved back to cupping his face.

One thing you'd come to notice since you became sexually active was how little time you lasted with stimulation to your clit. Granted, it was a lot quicker when it was a tongue than with fingers, but it was never more than a minute. You were just hoping it wouldn't be a turnoff for him.

With your hips slowly yet uncontrollably grinding into his hand combined with how quickly his fingers moved, you knew this orgasm would come ridiculously quick.

You couldn't resist breaking the kiss, both of your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as you pressed your foreheads together.

"Steve, I'm so close. I'm gonna cum."

He kept going, looking at you as your eyebrows dipped down so far that it made your skin wrinkle.

As quickly as that coil in your belly formed, it broke. You gasped deeply, your legs trembling as your entire body convulsed. You involuntarily thrust your hips back and forth as you came, making the car rock with you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you moaned in a high pitched and desperate voice, your nails pressing into his skin.

He kept you cumming until you had to move his hand away, letting your orgasm fade out.

Your breath was shaky, your thighs twitching. His hand landed on your hip, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

"Sorry," you whispered breathlessly.

"Sorry? For what?"

"That was quick. I hope that didn't, like, kill the mood or anything."

"Are you kidding? That was hot."

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

You kissed him with a smile, a moment later whispering into his ear, "Take your boxers off."

Without hesitation, he lifted his hips again and pulled his underwear off, his boner springing free.

You raised your eyebrows as the sight. He was a bit bigger than what you preferred, but you couldn't stop from biting your lip at seeing it. You reached down and wrapped your fingers around his girth, slowly stroking.

He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, throwing his head back and resting it on the top of the seat. You covered his neck and throat in wet kisses and he softly moaned at the combined sensations.

"Do you have a condom?" you whispered, pulling your hand away.

"Yeah, in my wallet." You reached into the cupholder behind you and grabbed his wallet, pulling out the plastic-wrapped condom and tearing it open with your teeth.

"You're sure about this?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah."

You nodded and reached down, rolling the condom over his erection.

"Ready?"

"Mhm. Ready."

You positioned him at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto him, making both of you whimper.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Oh, god, Steve. So good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." The pitch of your voice was a bit higher than you intended for it to be, but it was a huge turn on for him to hear you whine.

His eyes remained glued to your face as you slowly bounced, unintentionally moaning when you took all of him.

You kept this slow pace for a moment, trying to adjust to his size. But when you did finally get used to it was when the car began to rock. You squeezed his shoulders and reconnected your lips, soft moans tumbling from your lips and past his.

That was when raindrops started hitting his car, which neither of you noticed. The sounds of skin against skin, panting, and the creaking of the car masked any outside noises that could've possibly intruded. Your eyes were shut, your head thrown back.

"Shit," you whimpered as he left sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest.

"Is it still okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"More than okay. So good."

"Y/N?" This time, he sounded embarrassed.

"Yeah?" You looked down to make eye contact, but you didn't stop your movements.

"I think... since it's my first time-"

"Are you close?" All he could do was nod. "That's okay. Cum whenever you want to."

Your encouraging words were more than arousing, and you began kissing his neck again. You could tell with how tightly his fingertips were pressing into your hips that he was close, even before he said anything.

Your lips against his skin drove him crazy, and when he began slightly bucking his hips up into you, you knew he was right there on the edge.

"Cum for me, Steve."

And within seconds, he was melting into the seat, pulling your body into his, and thrusting hard into you. His moans were like music to your ears and you could tell he was in heaven.

When you eventually stilled your movements, he didn't move. He stayed completely still aside from his heavy breathing, his head leaned back.

You cupped his face, angling his head up so he could look at you. You kissed him gently, which made him grin.

When you pulled away, you combed his hair out of his face with your fingers.

"Okay?" you asked.

He nodded quickly. "Oh yeah."

You looked out the window at the rain, smiling to yourself.

"I wonder when that started."

You turned back to him, and he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?"

"Not judging me."

"What would I judge you for?"

"It was my first time, and I didn't last long."

"No guy lasts long their first time."

"Even Joey?"

"Please. It took him not even five seconds to finish the first time. This was much better."

That made him smile. "I'm glad. Next time it'll be longer, I promise."

You tilted your head a bit. "Next time, huh?"

"I mean, if you want to."

You kissed him. "Of course, I do."

He nodded. "Sweet."

[mirkwoodshewolf]

No following; Planet of the Apes fanfic Chap. 1

*Author's note*

Okay so we're gonna try something new here tumblr. Ever since I saw the new Planet of the apes film a month ago I got interested in the fandom once again but never thought anyone wrote fics for the fandom. After reading some on FF.net as well as here, it got me wanting to write a series while I'm on a writer's block for my current series. And thus this series was born.

This entire series will encompass the Andy Serkis trilogy and will be a Caesar fic. But it is STRICTLY PLATONIC so if that's not your cup of tea, no hate and just move on. This is my story and I'll write it the way I want to.

Now to those who wish to give this series a chance as you read, leave a comment down below if you wish to be tagged for updates (rn I'll be binge posting cause I've already got 10 chapters ready to go and be read).

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, swearing, violence. So this won't be for the light of heart (at least until I get to Dawn and then War).

Taglist:

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@waddles03

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Some say that the bonds between human and animal are a unique thing.  That there’s an unbreakable trust between the two and that they are fated to always be together.  Others say that like soulmates, there’s always an animal for a person who needs them the most.  For me, I would end up having the most unique of all bonds with an animal that is closest to my own species of animal.

This is the story of such a bond, this is the story of Lin and Caesar.

It was nightfall and pouring down rain as I rode home with my best friend Gabriella and her mother.  Gabi and I had known each other since Pre-K after we both had a love for the Disney movie Lilo and Stitch.  From that moment on we’ve been inseparable.  Currently I was getting a ride home with her mom after our strings class.

She and I after school go over to the rec center every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday nights and perform with the San Fransisco Strings and Orchestra for minors.  Gabi plays the cello and I play the violin.  We’re both pretty good if I do say so myself, our teacher tells us that we could eventually go far into the world of music if we set our mind to it.  But I think I’m good cause of my genetics, after all my grandpa was a former music professor and conductor.  But he doesn’t really play anymore, or at least he tries to.

We soon stopped at my house and I said grabbing my things and readied my umbrella.

“Thanks for the ride Mrs. Montez.”

“Anytime Lin sweetie. Watch out crossing the dark, wet sidewalk.”

“I will, see you tomorrow in class Gabi.”

“See yah Lin.” I quickly opened the door and opened up my umbrella before quickly racing across the sidewalk and up the stairs to my front door.  I took my key and unlocked the door but not before waving one final time and soon Mrs. Montez drove off down the road.

I entered inside and shook off my umbrella before hanging it to dry.  I also took off my raincoat and hung it up beside it before walking further into the house proclaiming.

“Hello? Grandpa? Uncle Will?” that’s when I heard the sound of cooing, like a baby cooing but it wasn’t human.  I set my violin case down to the banister by the front door and walked into the study room where I found a large box with holes sitting on the table.  As I got closer to it, I heard my uncle say.

“Oh perfect timing, guess that means I can show you both.” I turned and saw both my uncle and grandpa coming around from the kitchen entry.

“Show me what?” uncle Will walked passed me, ruffled my hair and stood over the box.

“Hey grandpa.”

“Hey sweetheart. Get another gold star from Ms. Honey for good behavior?” I smiled solemnly.  Ms. Honey was my kindergarten teacher, my current teacher is Mr. Simmons. 

My grandpa for the past couple of years has been dealing with Alzheimer’s disease.  Uncle Will told me that it’s a disease that slowly eats away at the brain’s cells, affecting memory and sometimes body function.  You see, my parents died in a plane crash when I was just 3 years old and in their will they had the next guardianship be my grandpa.  But two years ago, that’s when the disease started to take its effect on him.

So my uncle Will had to move in with us to help not only take care of me but of grandpa too.  And when he’s at work and I’m at school, a nice nurse comes in and helps take care of grandpa.

“Grandpa, I’m in the 4th grade. My teacher is Mr. Simmons. You know the nice man you and uncle Will met last month at the school picnic.” He looked dazed for a second but then said.

“Oh right, yeah I knew that.”

“Dad, Lin, come check this out.” Uncle Will said trying to redirect the conversation.  We came over and the second we looked inside, there lay a baby monkey.

“Is that a monkey?” I asked with a head tilt.

“He’s actually a chimpanzee, an ape.” Uncle Will corrected me.  Grandpa was in pure awe as he slowly reached in and touched the baby chimp.

“What is that? Is he injured?” he asked as I took notice of a mark right around the right side of his chest.  It was a prominent balding mark in a unique shape, a long oval shape with an additional stripe at the top.  Kinda reminded me of an incomplete cross or an unfinished F.

“No, I think that’s a birthmark.” Uncle Will said as he crossed into the kitchen and started putting some things into the fridge.  All the while grandpa picked up the baby chimp and lifted him high into the air like he was Simba.  The little guy was just small enough to fit between both of grandpa’s hands.

“Listen Lin,” he told me before he began quoting, “‘But as for Caesar, kneel down, kneel down and wonder.’”

“He’s so cute.” I awed as I reached out and touched his little toes.

“Yeah don’t get too attached, either of you.” Uncle Will told us.

“So why bring him here then if we can’t keep him?” I sassed.

“He’s not a dog or a cat, not even a bunny rabbit. He’s a wild animal. My coworker promised he’d try to find an animal sanctuary for him in a couple of days.” I let out a exasperated groan.

“Animal sanctuaries are still prisons.”

“Don’t get smart young lady.” My uncle playfully reprimanded as he pointed at me.

“It’s not polite to point.” I sassed back.

“Polite? Okay, I’ll show you polite.” My uncle said as he shut the fridge and giving me that narrowed but playful look in his eyes.  I took off running as he raced after me.  I got only up four stairs before I felt two arms wrap around me and he swung me away from the staircase and the next thing I felt was a wet finger in my ear.

“GAHH EWW UNCLE WILL!!!”

“Yeah your mom did this to me all the time when we were kids, now it’s payback.” He laughed.

“I’m innocent in this vile act!” I proclaimed dramatically.

“But you must pay for the sins of thy mother young youth!”

“Will, Maria, you two better stop horsing around in there.” At hearing my mom’s name we both settled down and a somber feeling was in the air.

“He’s been calling me that on and off for the past week.”

“Honestly who can blame him. You look so much like her when she was your age.” He said with a soft smile and he ruffled my hair again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And when have I ever lied about anything in regards to my big sister?”

“Never.”

“Exactly.” He then playfully nudged my side with his before changing the subject.  “Now please tell me you managed to eat dinner cause I’ve had a long day of work and I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Lucky for you, the rec center was hosting a pizza party after the past few months prepping for Districts last week. Maestro Fiyero said we earned a little break after working us so hard.”

“Good. Now why don’t you brush your teeth and get ready for bed.”

“Why does my curfew have to be 9 o’clock? I’m 10 years old, not five.”

“Growing girls needs sleep too you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell grandpa I said goodnight will yah?”

“Will do kid. Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“You too.” I grabbed my violin and raced on upstairs and did my nighttime routine before getting into bed and turning off the light.

As the night progressed, I soon heard the sounds of shrieks coming from the hallway.  I opened my eyes and looked at my clock to see that it was 2:30am.  I got up and let out a cough and muttered to myself.

“Need some juice.” Quietly I walked down the hallway towards the stairs but as I came to the bathroom I could hear the shower running as well as the bathroom sink.  Did grandpa accidentally leave the water running again after taking his shower?  No, Uncle Will would’ve turned it off by now.

I knocked softly on the door and I heard my uncle’s voice say.

“It’s just me dad.”

“I’m not grandpa.” I heard footsteps and the door cracked open and when he saw me, he brought me into the bathroom before closing it.  Immediately I was hit with the heat that had been trapped by the hot water that was coming from both the shower and the sink.

“What are you doing up so late Lin?”

“I heard shrieking and then I got thirsty.”

“Ohh sorry, guess this little guy woke you up too huh?” it was then I took notice of the baby chimp swaddled up in my uncle’s arms.  I looked down at him and he looked up at me, moving his grip from my uncle’s finger to mine as he cooed.

“He looks like he has a cold.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, his nose is kinda runny.”

“Well that’s normal for babies sometimes. He’s barely a day old. You definitely had a runny nose when you were born.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Oh yeah you were quite the little snot monster. The original boogeyman, or boogeygirl.” He said taking his free hand that was on top of the baby chimp and playfully gripped my nose.

“Uncle Will!” I whined softly which made him laugh.  Our moment was stopped as the baby chimp let out a few more coos before snuggling up to uncle Will, all the while the grip on my finger got a bit tighter.  I smiled down at him and said as I stroked my thumb over his tiny fingers.  “Are you sure we can’t keep him?”

“I’ll—think about it. Holding him like this….makes me think back to the day you were born. Boy your mom wouldn’t let me near you at first. Feared I was gonna drop you, she always had that fierce mama bear instinct right from the get-go. Even when we were growing up and as she tormented me at times. When I needed it, she was there with her hot-headed attitude.”

“I miss her uncle Will.”

“Me too kid. Me too.” I leaned up against him and he rested his head on top of mine giving it a soft kiss.  “Go on back to bed, I’ll stay up with him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m used to all-nighters, one day you might get there when you’re composing your first symphony. But for now, head back to bed.”

“Can I still get my juice first? I’m thirsty.”

“Just this once. Just be quiet when passing Charles’ room.” I nodded before leaning down and gave the baby chimp a kiss to which he let out a cute yawn and quiet hoot.

“Goodnight little chimp. Night uncle Will.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said goodnight to me as I quietly left the bathroom shutting the door immediately as I got out.  I went downstairs, got my drink and went back to bed.

The next morning I was finishing my breakfast and packing my school books into my backpack as uncle Will was coming down with the baby chimp and set him up in my old high-stool chair that grandpa had kept.

“Where’s my car keys?” grandpa asked as he was patting through his robe and pj pockets.  “My car keys where’d you put them? I need to get Lin to school!” he said urgently.

“Dad.” Uncle Will calmly spoke to him. “You-you don’t drive anymore. And Lin takes the bus.” Grandpa looked at him with a blank stare before turning away and telling him.

“I know that.” It really does make me sad to see grandpa this way.  He always looks so dazed and lost, like he’s here with us but at the same time he’s not.  Sometimes he’ll just sit there and stare off into space, frozen in his spot and not say anything for a really long time.

“Here, why don’t you feed him? Can you do that?” uncle Will suggested holding up a baby bottle filled with milk.

“Of course I can.” Said grandpa coming over.  As uncle Will went to get his coffee (blech!) grandpa came over and grabbed the bottle which made the baby chimp go crazy with hunger as he reached out for it.  As soon as it was in reach, he grabbed the bottle from grandpa’s hand and immediately began drinking it as fast as he could.

I dropped my fork and stared at him in awe.  I was told that babies always needed help being fed for at least several months and yet after just being born yesterday, he was feeding himself.

“Will, look at this.” Grandpa said as uncle Will came back into the kitchen and saw what we saw.  “How old is he? Like a day old, two days old?” Uncle Will sat down as he examined the baby chimp confused.

“Yeah.” Uncle Will said lowly as he kept his eyes on the baby chimp.

“Oh he’s a smart one isn’t he?” said grandpa as he came around and sat on the other side of the baby and gently placed his hand on top of his head.  “What are you gonna name him?”

“I—I don’t know.” Uncle Will said unsure.  That’s when I saw it.  Now I’m no monkey or ape expert but from pictures I’ve seen in books they normally have dark eyes, mostly brown but this little guy.  His eyes were green.

A green eyed baby chimpanzee.  One look into his eyes and I knew that he was something very special.

[marchsfreakshow]

Having Their Fill [JPM & The Countess]

Angst. Almost smut.

You knew The Countess switches lovers like that. It upset you and wished to not have be cursed the blood virus anymore. That meant being hers forever.

Warnings: blood mention, body checking, self image talk, weight talk, implied smut & dub-con. Fem!reader

I love this idea, and I hope you like this little thing I made up. Literally re-watching Hotel so I can get this out.

Your perspective.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

I stared at the image in the mirror. My gorgeous girlfriend, I guess you could call her that, The Countess, bought me it so she could have me look at myself during sex. Why? Fuck if I know. My eyes were always shut closed because of how made me feel while we were fucking. The stars always aligned when we were together, but I never took it too much to heart. Tristan and Liz told me that eventually she would get bored, throw me out and leave me be on the streets.

The body in front of me wasn't fun. It's not interesting, nothing is correct. No one would like this body. Too fat, too thin, too ugly, too skinny, too curvy. Everything and nothing at the same time. A loud sigh escaped me as she came in. "You've been staring at yourself for an hour love.." She said, walking towards me and my naked body. "Never doubt yourself. You're so beautiful. My lovely girl forever."

"Unlikely." I snorted.

"What do you mean?" Her eyes narrowed. People disagreeing with her meant death, but I could never believe her. She let me go and I got dressed. Slowly. My hands felt weak, I couldn't do much. It felt lonely here sometimes.

"I know you. I've been told about your past lovers...it's just a matter of time until you let me go and find another." Trousers on, still shirtless but wearing a bra. Looking up in the mirror, I saw her staring at my reflection.

"That may be true. You are so much different than the people before you." She placed a calm hand on my shoulder, but I slapped it away.

"Not fucking likely! You turn them, make them love you then throw them away or kill them!! How can I fucking love you so much when that fate awaits me.." Seething my teeth, I threw on my shirt lazily, barely doing up the bottom buttons. She did nothing but stand there and watch. As silent and still as ever. My stuff was in my hands just as quickly as I left. Leaving in a huff probably wasn't the best idea, but I just had to go somewhere else. Maybe talk to Liz.

Stomping down the hallways, I sighed and let all thoughts fall past me. Walking quickly was tiring, but my footsteps fell silent as I reached room 64. Another sigh left me, and I knocked on the door slowly, my head hung in slight embarrassment. A creak. "Little bird. Hello my dear."

"James.." I sniffed. His eyebrows furrowed and placed a hand on my back, walking me into the room. "It's..."

"The Countess? Dear, you must realise that she does not like staying with one person for so long."

"she stayed with you."

"I am stuck here, she lives here on her own terms. We have an arrangement so I can see her once every month. It has been this way for as long as I have been a ghost my bird."

I huffed again and crossed my arms, looking away from the ghost. He raised an eyebrow at me. "You should not be so upset with me, you said yes to this deal when the Countess and I agreed to share you."

"share me? That's fucking rich." I chuckled.

"You do remember the deal do you not little hummingbird?" As a response I nodded, barely meeting his eyes. He hummed and smiled ever so slightly.

"doesn't mean you share me though. She has me more than you do."

"Yes, insatiable, isn't she?" His eyes wandered off into the distance, the smile only growing wider. It took everything in me to not slap some sense into him. So I clicked my tongue and sat on the table closest to me. "Either she will come and find you to end your life or I make it quicker and save her a job." James grinned, turning on his heel and walking into another part of his room.

"Both of you find intimacy in killing, it'll probably be the same either way," I mutter, sort of following him like a lost puppy. I didn't particularly find the intimacy in killing, nor did I want to die just yet, but I couldn't take having this ancient curse in me anymore.

"Love, our killings could not be more different." I heard The Countess say from the doorframe. James flashed a smile at her, as she moved her attention between him and me. "I must kill to keep myself alive. He kills for pleasure."

"you describe it so perfectly my dear." He smiled, resting a hand on her back. I rolled my eyes and looked away from the dead and barely-in-love couple.

"Little mouse, what are you thinking? You seem distracted."

"About maybe if I can be let go now? I'm fucking done." James clicked his tongue and shook his head. Well fuck, suppose I'm stuck here now.

The door was closed behind them and James walked behind me and held a knife on my stomach as he wrapped his hands around me. It elicited a quiet chuckle out of the glorified vampire, and she walked towards us. Wow, where was all this sudden tension coming from? I just sighed and rested my head on James' shoulder, deciding to go along with whatever they had planned. Kisses on my neck, my shirt slowly being pulled over my head. Cold fingers on my torso. It made me gasp and I shivered, almost cooling back from the ghost touches.

A sharp blade gently stung my belly, cringing at the feeling. But I felt more kisses and licks, and my trousers, slowly being pulled down from my legs. Freezing air flew past me, causing more shivers. Incoherent whispers as The Countess stood up slowly, and placed a gentle hand on James' shoulder. I could feel their wicked smiles.

My back on the bed, scratchy sheets and then sharps and stings.

A long nail against my neck.

A knife under my breasts.

Heavy breaths.

God, I felt divine, and like I actually needed them. This fucking effect the both of them had on me. "Fuck.." I moaned out.

"You're a good girl, mouse."

James in me, The Countess admiring every part of my body and keeping a hand around my neck, whatever claws she owned, teasing every vein.

It was only a few minutes later when absolute silence.

What on earth was this darkness? Lovingly enveloping me, and making me feel warm.

Then I opened my eyes and I was looking at red. A body dressed in a green sweater and dirty jeans. My sweater and dirty jeans.

My back hit a chest.

"You died wonderfully my little bird." Oh fuck.

"James..." I whimpered, turning on my heel and hitting his collarbones. But the Countess grabbed my hands and pulled them back to behind me.

"None of that now mouse."

What the fuck was happening?? Why? I didn't plan on dying just now. But by the hands of the ones who owned and breathed this hotel. What the fuck else could I do?

"Jesus fuck..."

"you are now here with us for eternity my sweet. You are allowed to switch between the two of us for as long as you please."

Well, Christ okay. Despite the sudden hollowness of not being alive, I pressed a gentle kiss onto the Countess' cheek.

"fine...okay, just, can my body be removed or something?"

"Of course, it can love." The Countess smiled, petting my hair.

Eternity is going to be long...

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Tag: @babygorewhore @nahoyasboyfriend @coentinim @slvt4jamesmarch @slutforgarlogan @feefymo

[aziiori]

Random kiss with 5WIRL *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Characters:Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer (referred to as Scara) x gn reader

Word count:1.5k

Author's note:I do not have ownership of any of the characters mentioned. All rights are from Hoyoverse.

I'm back from the dead (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ. Enjoy this fanfic I made for everyone!

❥Venti

The moon hung high over Mondstadt as Venti and you strolled through its quiet streets. Laughter echoed in the night as you shared stories and experiences.

Venti grinned mischievously, "You know, there's something special about this place at night. Care for a detour?"

Curiosity sparked in your eyes as you nodded, and he led you to a serene spot near the city square, the moon casting a soft glow on the scene.

Venti turned to you, his emerald eyes reflecting the moonlight. "You ever notice how the night brings out the magic in everything?"

You smiled, captivated by his words. "It does feel different, almost like anything could happen."

He chuckled, "Exactly! Now, let's add a bit more magic." Venti took your hand, guiding you to the edge of a fountain. The water's gentle melody accompanied your steps.

As you stood there, Venti's gaze softened. "You know, I've enjoyed every moment tonight."

You met his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through you. "Me too, Venti. It's been amazing."

The air between you crackled with an unspoken connection. Venti's hand cupped your cheek, and he whispered, "There's one more thing missing from this night."

Before you could respond, his lips met yours in a sweet, lingering kiss. Time seemed to freeze, and the world faded away, leaving only the gentle embrace of that magical moment under the moonlit sky.

❥Xiao

In the enchanting glow of Liyue's moonlit night, you and Xiao found solace on the tranquil terrace of Wangshu Inn. The celestial tapestry above seemed to mirror the ethereal connection between the both of you.

A soft breeze whispered through the bamboo leaves, and you couldn't resist the urge to playfully break the peaceful silence.

"You know," you began with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "legend has it that kissing under starlight grants eternal luck."

Xiao's expression remained stoic, but a faint spark of curiosity gleamed in his eyes. "Legends are mere tales," he replied, his usual detachment betraying a subtle curiosity.

Undeterred, you pointed to a particularly radiant star, its brilliance reflected in their eyes. "Humor me, Xiao. Close your eyes and make a wish. You might be surprised."

With a rare hint of compliance, Xiao closed his eyes. In that fleeting moment, you seized the opportunity and pressed a gentle kiss on Xiao's cheek. The world around both of them seemed to hold its breath, capturing the essence of a magical connection.

As Xiao opened his eyes, a fleeting warmth lingered in his gaze. "I didn't wish for that," he remarked, attempting to maintain his composure. However, a subtle curve at the corner of his lips betrayed a hint of amusement.

You grinned, reveling in the playful banter. "Well, perhaps your wish will still come true. Sometimes, fate works in mysterious ways."

Under the celestial dance of stars, you and Xiao shared a quiet laughter, the stolen kiss leaving a lingering magic in the Liyue night—a moment etched in the canvas of both of your shared adventures.

❥Kazuha

In the heart of Inazuma, where the city's vibrant energy met the tranquility of nature, you and Kazuha found refuge in a hidden garden adorned with blooming sakura trees. The soft glow of lanterns created a delicate play of shadows, casting an enchanting ambiance over the secluded space.

As you strolled through the garden, the distant sound of waves became a distant melody, blending seamlessly with the rustling leaves and the gentle murmur of the evening. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of sakura blossoms, invoking a sense of calm that surrounded both of you.

Kazuha, with his usual poetic charm, spoke, "Inazuma's night carries whispers of stories untold. Each petal, a chapter, and each moment, a verse."

Captivated by his words, you found yourselves beneath a particularly majestic sakura tree. The delicate blossoms seemed to bow in acknowledgment of the connection shared between you and Kazuha.

"In Inazuma, there's a belief that beneath the sakura, one can find moments of serenity," Kazuha confessed, his eyes reflecting the moon's soft glow.

As he gently took your hand, guiding you to a spot bathed in moonlight, the anticipation in the air grew. The subtle brush of his fingers against yours sent a shiver through you, and in that quiet corner of the garden, he leaned in.

Your lips met in a tender kiss, a shared breath beneath the sakura's embrace. Time seemed to stand still, as if the universe itself paused to appreciate the delicate dance of emotions. Sakura petals fluttered around you, creating a dreamlike spectacle, a symphony of nature applauding the blossoming connection between two souls in the heart of Inazuma's magical night.

❥Heizou

Beneath the enchanting moonlit canopy of Inazuma, you and Heizou found yourselves wandering through the serene forest, surrounded by the whispers of leaves and the ethereal dance of fireflies. The night air was filled with an irresistible mystique that seemed to draw you deeper into the heart of nature's embrace.

Heizou, with his quiet yet captivating demeanor, broke the tranquil silence with a thoughtful observation. "This night holds a certain charm, don't you think?" His words carried a subtle melody, echoing the serenity of the night around you. His amber eyes, reflecting the moon's gentle glow, invited you to share in the enchantment.

You nodded in agreement, feeling an unspoken connection that transcended mere words. Continuing through the forest, Heizou led you towards a secluded grove adorned with cherry blossoms. "A beautiful spot," he remarked, his gaze softening with appreciation for the natural beauty surrounding you.

You both found yourselves in a magical setting, the soft glow of cherry blossoms and the gentle rustle of leaves creating a timeless backdrop. "It's magical," you replied, the serenity of the grove enhancing the enchantment of the moment.

Turning to face you, Heizou's subtle smile deepened. "Sometimes, words are unnecessary," he said, his hand gently cupping your face. The warmth of his touch resonated with a silent understanding that transcended verbal communication.

In that quiet grove, beneath the moon's watchful gaze, the connection between you and Heizou deepened. The air crackled with anticipation as Heizou leaned in, and your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss. The moonlight painted a celestial portrait of your shared moment, capturing the delicate intimacy of the night.

As you parted, you found yourself lost in the depth of Heizou's olive eyes, a silent promise exchanged between you two. "A promise made in the moonlight," he whispered, his words lingering in the night air like a secret shared between kindred souls.

Hand in hand, you continued your journey through the grove, the night breeze carrying whispers of your shared moment. The cherry blossoms above, stirred by a gentle breeze, showered you both with delicate petals, a celestial celebration of the connection blossoming in the heart of Inazuma. And above it all, the moon smiled down, a silent witness to the beginning of a beautiful romance.

❥Wanderer (Scara)

In the vibrant city of Sumeru, where the pursuit of knowledge echoed through grand libraries and scholarly debates, you found yourself strolling through the market square with Scaramouche. Once a member of the Fatui, he now wandered the streets with a newfound sense of freedom.

"Quite the change of pace, isn't it?" Scaramouche remarked, observing the lively energy of Sumeru's diverse culture. His eyes, usually sharp and mischievous, reflected a hint of genuine curiosity.

You nodded in agreement, "Sumeru has a different charm, away from the problems and duties of the Fatui."

Finding a quiet alcove, away from the city's commotion, Scaramouche turned to you with a smirk. "You know, I never thought I'd enjoy wandering these streets without the weight of the Fatui's schemes on my shoulders."

A chuckle escaped your lips. "It's a relief to be free from all that, isn't it?"

Seated on a bench beneath the glow of lanterns, Scaramouche's hand found yours. The touch was unexpectedly tender, and he looked at you with a softness that contradicted his usual sharp demeanor.

"Strange, isn't it?" he mused, his gaze lingering on yours. "The quiet moments in the heart of the chaos."

Your smile mirrored his sentiment. "Sometimes, unexpected moments become the most cherished."

As the night unfolded its celestial canvas above, you and Scaramouche delved into deeper conversations, sharing stories of your pasts and dreams for the future. The air was filled with a sense of newfound connection, an unspoken understanding that transcended the barriers of faction and duty.

Under the celestial dance of stars, Scaramouche leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that spoke volumes of liberation and shared understanding. The ambient sounds of Sumeru transformed into a symphony of shared moments, and time seemed to linger in that space between heartbeats.

As he pulled back, Scaramouche's eyes held a mix of surprise and satisfaction. "Well, who would've thought? Sumeru's streets hold more than just ancient scrolls and dusty tomes," he teased, a genuine warmth softening his words.

And so, in the heart of Sumeru, amidst whispered knowledge and cultural wonders, you shared a quiet, liberated kiss with Scaramouche, weaving your narrative in the vibrant tapestry of the city. The night continued, a canvas of shared moments awaiting in the streets of Sumeru.

I had a blast writing this, and I guarantee that you can expect more captivating stories from me this week!

I worked hard on this and I do not allow any form of translation, copying, or plagiarism. Cooperation is appreciated.

©aziiori 02/03/24

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Almost (K.NJ)

Word Count : 1.3k

Warnings : swearing, mentions of sex, drinking, sad angst (read at your own risk)

A/N : Since I couldn't post for my story, I thought why not post this Namjoon one shot I've had in my drafts for months. I apologize if the spacing and stuff is weird, I wrote this on my phone instead of my laptop 😅 Part 2 possible if people want !

Synopsis : They almost had it, and then they didn't. Forever having to live with almost.

"Have you ever been in love?" The survey question stared her in the face. She was tempted to hit the x button and not complete it, but she promised her best friend she'd complete the survey for him. She stared at the screen. Has she ever been in love? Short answer would be no. But the long answer? Complicated.

She had met her now best friend years ago, around the time teenagers start wondering about love. But it was the last thing on her mind. Yet Namjoon quite literally stumbled into her life and made her question things. He introduced himself with red ears, scratching the back of his neck, and kicking at the rocks by their feet. She reached for his outstretched hand, introducing herself as well. He beamed when he looked at her, and in that moment she realized love was found in his smile.

Every time they hung out afterwards, she was determined to see him smile at least once. As if it was her only reason for existing in his life. She would tell jokes like it was her job. She would embarrass herself if it meant he would smile. It didn't matter to her that other people could see her, because she was only focused on Namjoon.

As they grew older together, they got closer. He was the one that wiped her tears and kissed her forehead when she was down. She hyped him up before every speech he needed to make, staring up at him as if he hung the stars in the sky, yet he was so much prettier. Other guys noticed her, but she never spared them another glance, but she had Namjoon smiling at her, wiping her tears, his touch so gentle, as if it wasn't real. His lips pressed to her forehead felt right. Because love was found in his touch.

His always gentle touch. With his soft hands that seemed to know exactly where to hold her the night he kissed her for the first time. One wrapped around her waist to bring her closer to him, one cupping her cheek to bring her face to his. It was unexpectedly expected. Her stomach exploded with butterflies and she realized this is what she's been missing all along. Him. Close to her just like this.

"I would apologize but I'm not all that sorry." He chuckled as he pulled away, tucking some hair behind her ear. She was dazed, staring up at him trying to figure out the millions of thoughts running through her brain.

"Kiss me again." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing him as close as she could. He didn't hesitate in following suit, immediately pulling her in as close as he could, as if she couldn't be close enough. She felt the exact same. Wishing she could meld their bodies into one, one unable to be without the other. In this moment, he was her oxygen and she wasn't ready to die. Love was found in his kiss.

They couldn't go long without seeing each other, suddenly completely addicted to one another. As if the kiss just opened some hidden curse about their relationship. He would pick her up from class, catch her when she would run and jump at him. Everyone agreed that the two of them together just made sense. Since the first day they met, everyone knew they were made for each other. Both of them the happiest they've ever been.

Yet neither of them put a label on it. She never called him her boyfriend, and he never called her his girlfriend. They never confessed their love for each other, despite the love so clearly being there, even a blind man could see it. They lived harmoniously together, not bothering to answer the question plaguing everyone's minds. "What is your relationship?" Perfect. Loving. Caring.

Part of her wondered why they never did. Why they just continued to call each other their best friend when everyone could clearly see there was more. Then she met her. A new girl in Namjoon's life. Prettier. Smarter. Nicer. Better. And she sees the way he looks at her. It's the way she looks at him. And he asks what she thinks, and she can only smile. Tell him how wonderful she is, because anything else would just be a lie, and you can't lie to your best friend. He smiles as he walks away, towards the new girl in his life. The reason she only ever got part of his heart. Love is found in a broken heart.

She watches as this new girl tags along in everything, and their duo soon becomes a trio. She tries to pull away, not wanting to watch as they fall in love and leave her behind. Her heart can't break if she walks away first, is a lie she told herself every time she ignored his calls. Yet he always found a way to bring her back. With sweet words and puppy dog eyes to go with his imperfectly perfect smile she loved so much.

Partying is her only escape. The nights she used to spend with Namjoon she now spends out at a club, drinking until she's stumbling over herself, going home with a different somebody, hoping when she wakes up her heart will be full again. Praying that one these Namjoon look alikes will fill the Namjoon shaped hole, but none of them are Namjoon enough. Because none of them are Namjoon.

She has to stop herself from saying his name when she looks at the rebounds, reminding herself that Namjoon is wrapped up in someone else's arms, playing with someone else's hair, giving someone else the love she so helplessly gave him. Now she's begging for it back, clawing at anyone that remotely looks like him in hopes maybe this time love could be found in someone else.

The question is still staring at her while she thinks about if she's ever been in love. She knows that if this other girl never came into the picture, she probably would be in love with Namjoon by now. She was well on her way over the years they shared together. But was the time they had together enough for her to consider herself in love?

She types an answer. Deletes and retypes. Yes. No. Yes. No. Back and forth, unable to make her decision. She stares at the screen. Why would Namjoon ask her to do this survey? Why would she promise she would without knowing what it was about? What class was this for? She rereads the question as if she could change it with her mind.

Her phone sounds off with a text before she could think up another answer. Did you do the survey yet? Namjoon asked with a smiley emoji at the end. She noticed he texted her privately instead of in the groupchat they use with the other girl. Did he not ask her as well? Don't think too hard. Just write the first thing that comes to mind! The first thing that comes to mind.

"Have you ever been in love?"

The short answer is no, I have not been in love. But I found love in everything a person does. I found it in his smile and his touch. I found love in the way he kissed me like he needed me to breathe. Even when he broke my heart, I found love within the him shaped hole in my heart. I was falling in love with him, but he stepped back before I could land, and so I flew into the arms of someone else. Multiple someone else's. Trying to find the same love I found before in them. But there's only one him.

So no, I haven't been in love. But I almost was.

[dumplingsfordays]

you're so pretty, you're so popular

albedo x gn!reader [university au]

genre - fluff

summary - albedo has a little (not really) crush on a semi-popular kid at his school.

cw!: jealousy, albedo's obsessed with you (in a good way I promise), professor ships you two

note - i used to simp for albedo so hard and then I stopped playing genshin... he's still pretty boy in my book though. feel like they did his hair dirty though, it's supposed to be so fluffy and they just massacred it :(

and as always, thank you for reading!

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Albedo was jealous of your friends. That was the one simple truth that he never wanted to admit to himself. He'd see you laughing along with them after you'd shown them a funny video and wish that he was the one that was holding you from falling backwards onto the grass as you shook from incessant, adorable giggles, that he was the one whose face hurt from smiling at your radiant expression everyday.

As much as he loved truth, he couldn't bring himself to face it.

And he'd sit on a bench in the shade of an oak tree during lunch, whose relatives sparingly dotted the small field on which you were talking with your friends, and in a sketchbook he would draw you and him on that same grass, blanketed in sunshine as you talked about anything you'd want to. After all, hearing your voice was enough for him to break an uncommon smile.

Albedo did this day after day, and luckily for him, you'd sit on that grass with your friends consistently from midday to 1:30. It was a nice break from the otherwise monotonous existence he led - study, eat, study, walk, draw, work, eat, sleep.

Oddly enough, almost every activity on that list somehow related back to you. The margins of his notes were occasionally occupied by studies of your eyes and hair; when he'd eat, his meals were inspired by what you ate for lunch; his walks were accompanied by music that you'd recommended to him some time ago; and when he slept, his brain would sometimes conjure up images of you hugging him, saying that he'd need to hold out just a little longer and maybe when he has the chance, he'll ask you out. Drawing brought him passion and he did use it as a side source of income, but lately they'd been plagued by splintered fragments of your soul.

He did it automatically, really - he'd add in a dash of your favorite color, draw a person in the background with the same hairstyle that you usually wore, and one time, when Albedo had been painting a portrait for his art midterm, he sketched out a scarily accurate representation of your countenance, usual accessories and all.

He immediately erased it, of course. You were in the same class as him and if he brought the canvas to the professor in front of you, there was no way that you wouldn't be weirded out by him. Who does that, anyway? He'd be better off painting his little cousin, Klee, who was a ray of sunshine and was bound to earn him a hundred.

The stars aligned in such an unpredictable way for him towards the end of the year after a particularly tiring lecture. You, in all your bright, angelical beauty, walked right up to him as he was about to leave and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, 'Bedo!" you smile as he whips his head around to face you. You don't know what you do to him when you call him by his nickname - he practically melts each time.

"Hey." He's panicking - it's obviously not a bad thing, you're smiling, you don't think he's creepy or annoying or anything, so everything's okay, as long as he plays it cool and-

"So, I've been thinking," you start, averting your eyes to look at the floor and then back to him. "We haven't really hung out in a bit. Do you want to grab a bite somewhere sometime? It's okay if you can't, I know you're super busy and all but I found this super nice place that just opened nearby and I thought that it'd be nice to try it out."

He swallows. "Y-yeah, that would be nice-"

"Great!" Albedo blinks at your rather loud interruption and you clear your throat awkwardly. "Um, I mean, um, yeah! So, I think you have my number, so just text me when you're free and and we'll figure it out."

You'd never tell it to anyone but you find his small, shy grin so endearing. He stutters a little when he replies but you think it's cute - he'd never know that unless you told him straight to his face though.

"Sounds- sounds good, yeah."

"So, we're set?"

He nods and grabs his bag, offering to walk with him. You accept with a smile, to which his face reddens, and as you walk out together the professor sighs.

"Young love," he chuckles. "Guess they'll be sitting together from now on."

[rex-meshla]

Shadows of the Force

PAIRING | Captain Rex x F!OC (Stella Cardone) WORD COUNT | 1.6k PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 3

Chapter 4: Threads of Destiny

The days passed, each one bringing new lessons, new faces, and strange insights about the galaxy around me. The Jedi Temple became my home base, though home still felt too strong a word. I followed the Council's instructions as best I could, absorbing each lesson like a sponge, struggling to wrap my mind around the concept of the Force.

When Master Yoda summoned me to the meditation chamber, I expected clarity, some kind of spark. But stepping into the quiet room, all I felt was frustration, simmering just beneath the surface. Every lesson on Jedi discipline and detachment only seemed to push me further away from everything I clung to—the things that had kept me alive after Earth was destroyed.

The chamber was dim, thick with silence. Only the faint hum of the Temple filled the air. Yoda sat at the center, calm and waiting, his eyes sharp as ever. I mirrored his posture, attempting to clear my mind, but the silence only amplified the doubts I couldn't shake.

"A strong connection to the Force, deeply rooted within you, I sense" Yoda said, his gaze steady, unblinking. "Much like young Skywalker's, strong it is. But different, yes. Untrained."

The word hung in the air, filling me with both promise and responsibility. This power had brought me here, saved me. Yet, I still felt as lost as I ever was. "What do you mean, Master Yoda?" I asked, trying to make sense of his cryptic words.

"The Force calls to you." Yoda continued. "Paths, it reveals before you"

He handed me a smooth crystal, clear as glass but faintly glowing in my hand. "Feel it. Listen, and see."

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. The crystal warmed against my skin, and suddenly, it was like a door opened in my mind. For a moment, I saw flashes—faces, distant stars, endless motion as if I were traveling through them, far away, yet intimately close. The intensity faded quickly, leaving me breathless and disoriented.

"An important choice, you face" Yoda murmured, his tone contemplative. "Decide, if this path you wish to pursue. Training as a Jedi—it requires discipline and sacrifice."

The weight of his words settled on me. The idea of becoming a Jedi seemed overwhelming. Foreign. But there was something inside me that urged me forward—something deep, something that resonated with this path. "I don't know if I'm ready," I admitted, the weight of it settling in. "But... I want to understand. I want to try."

Yoda nodded, a flicker of approval in his eyes. "In trying, much you will discover. Begin we shall, with simple exercises". 

His instructions were straightforward, but there was care in his voice, like a guide leading me into uncharted territory. I could feel the Force now, a quiet hum in my bones, like an electric current linking me to something much larger than myself.

"Much turmoil within you, I sense." Yoda said, his gaze steady as it seemed to pierce through me.

I breathed in deeply, trying to match his calm, but the stillness of the room pressed down on me like a weight. "Master Yoda... why must we let go of everything and everyone to be Jedi? The Force connects us, but doesn't that mean it brings us closer to others?"

Yoda tilted his head, his expression unreadable yet kind. "Close, the Force brings us, yes. But possess, it does not. Through attachment, fear grows." His words were gentle, but the tightness in my chest only deepened. "Cloud even the clearest of hearts, such fear can."

I swallowed, fighting back the rising lump in my throat. "But I've already lost everything," I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay composed. "Everyone I cared about on Earth is gone. The more I try to let go of that pain, the more it clings to me."

Yoda nodded, his gaze softening. He didn't look at me like I was broken. He listened like he understood the weight of my grief. "Letting go, forgetting it is not. Allowing the pain to transform, to become strength, it is."

A heaviness settled over me. "But... doesn't it isolate us?" I whispered, feeling the truth of it in my bones. "Letting go of every bond? Isn't it easier to be strong with someone by your side?"

His eyes softened further, the kindness in them almost sad. "In standing alone, a Jedi's strength is not. But in freedom from chains of fear, it lies," he said. "Questioning, you are. Understandable, this is. But hold to fear, and chained, you will be."

After the meditation, Yoda's words echoed in my mind as I walked the halls of the Temple, trying to process everything. I understood the wisdom in detachment, in freeing myself from the kind of fear that had held me captive all my life. But it felt impossible. How could I let go of the only thing that had kept me grounded when I was lost? How could I sever the last ties to Earth?

The next day, I threw myself into training, hoping answers would come through action. But each lesson felt like a test I wasn't quite ready for. Every movement felt like a wall I had to break through. Anakin noticed my distraction, though he didn't ask. He simply kept me focused, pulling me back whenever my thoughts wandered.

During one of our sparring sessions, I'd catch him watching me, his gaze sharp, like he was trying to read me, searching for something I didn't even understand myself.

Afterward, I struggled to meditate alone in a quiet room, frustration building with each passing moment. That was when I felt a familiar presence behind me.

"Stillness, not easily found, hmm?" Yoda's voice startled me. He was sitting behind me, watching, his gaze calm but aware of my frustration.

I sighed, the frustration spilling out. "It's hard to clear my mind, Master. Every time I try, there's this... resistance. I don't know if I can ever let go like I'm supposed to."

Yoda nodded, his expression unchanging but filled with quiet understanding. "An open heart, you have. Accept your emotions, you must, before transform, they can."

His words struck a chord deep within me. Accept my emotions. Maybe I'd been trying too hard to silence the parts of me that still felt broken. Maybe they didn't need to be pushed away—maybe they needed to be acknowledged, understood.

That night, I didn't fight the memories. I let them come—the faces of my family and friends, the sound of laughter in the halls of Earth's old cities, the warmth of a home I would never see again. I let the pain in, feeling it fully for the first time. And as tears slipped down my face, I finally started to feel lighter.

The following day, during a sparring match with Anakin, something had shifted. I felt different—more grounded, less tangled in the past. Anakin didn't pull his punches. His strikes were swift, relentless. I was forced to focus on every movement, my instincts sharpening with every block, every dodge.

When I blocked one of his strikes, I felt a steady current of calm within me, something I hadn't sensed before.

"You're making progress," he said, smiling. "I can see it. You're not fighting yourself so much anymore."

I paused, catching my breath. "Why are you so intense about all of this?"

Anakin's expression faltered for a moment, something flickering in his eyes, like a memory he couldn't shake. Then, he lowered his stance, the intensity returning. "Because I see potential in you," he said seriously. "But also... I know how dangerous the path can be. I don't want you to go through what I did unprepared."

I wanted to ask him what he meant, but something told me now wasn't the time. Instead, I simply nodded, letting his words sink in.

The weeks that followed were filled with rigorous training. Each lesson unraveled more of the mysteries of the Force. My connection to it grew stronger, as did my bond with Anakin. With every lesson, with every sparring match, I felt more and more like I was starting to fit into this strange new life.

Then, one morning, I was summoned by the Jedi Council. The weight of the masters' gazes was unmistakable as they observed me, assessing my progress.

Master Windu leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "Stella, you have demonstrated resilience and an openness to the Force. But the path of a Jedi requires more. It is a path of discipline and purpose."

Master Yoda's voice joined his, calm yet firm. "A unique journey, yours will be. Your connection to the Force, strong but untrained it is. Without guidance, dangerous it could become." His glance flicked to Anakin, as though confirming something unsaid.

"Knight Skywalker," Windu addressed Anakin, "the Council believes you should serve as Stella's mentor. You have already forged a bond of trust, and your own journey has given you perspective on those who begin from different paths."

Anakin tensed, but quickly composed himself, nodding. "Thank you, Masters," he said, his tone respectful but with an edge of determination. "I'll do everything I can to guide her."

As we left the Council chambers, Anakin stared down at the polished floor, lost in thought.

"So... you're officially my teacher now?" I asked, breaking the silence.

He nodded, meeting my gaze with a faint smile. "Looks like it. Fair warning—I don't always do things by the book."

I laughed, the tension easing a little. "I think I can handle that."

But his expression turned serious, his eyes intense. "The Council sees something in you, Stella. So do I. But this path won't be easy. There's more to the Force than you've seen—and there are darker things out there, too."

The weight of his words settled over me, sparking a sense of both anticipation and resolve. I held his gaze and nodded. "I'll do my best, Master."

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[fangsandsoftgrass]

Day 15 Games./Hunt.

OKAY YALL BUCKLE TF UP

Fennorian gets to live his prey kink dreams. FAILING AT SMUT BEWARE

Something was chasing him, stalking through the unending darkness of the surrounding woods and closing the distance with every snag, every trip, every stumble. Fennorian's chest heaved, and what air he sucked through his clenched teeth was cold and sent jolts of pain through his jaw. Twigs snapped underfoot as he ran, lungs burning, but he pushed himself forward until a howl pierced the air, maybe forty paces behind, and sent a shiver down his spine. Something lower, deeper, more profound, turned molten as the ground beneath him shook and the birds above startled.

Eventually, the trees thinned, and tiny slivers of night peeked through the shadowy arms. The stars streaked by as Fennorian ran as fast as his legs would carry. But he was running out of steam, and both he and his hunter knew it. Soon, the air grew thick and heavy around him, droplets forming on the strands of dark hair that clung to his face. Everything was going fine, well, as fine as it could be given his current predicament. But with each starved breath his chest caught fire anew. There was a moment—ragged panting behind him, a streak of white in his peripheral—and his foot struck the roots of a tree. Time slowed as he lurched forward and landed in damp earth a few feet ahead, splayed on his back as two massive arms sunk into the ground with a heavy THUD. A snarling maw snapped the air in front of his face with spit-slick lips and canines like daggers to slice through the tension.

"Ah," he whined as a rough tongue licked a trail from his jaw to the tip of his ear, "I've been caught, it seems." His heart was in his throat as the slavering beast buried its nose into his neck, teeth dragging along his collarbone, sending another shiver down the length of his sweat-soaked body. The smell of cold leaf litter and fresh blood overwhelmed his senses, and when he opened his eyes he saw gore-stained white fur overgrown with tangling vines. Fennorian shut his eyes in anticipation as the creature threw its head back and howled into the treetops, sending another wave of startled birds from their roosts.

"Caught." Her lips were not meant to form words, yet they did so regardless: "Poor deer." The rumbling baritone behind her chewed-up speech did unspeakable things to the pit in his stomach as Fennorian found himself arching off the ground, almost eager in his movements to closen up to the thing.

"My, what sharp teeth you have." he keened into the fur-covered chest that smothered him, breathing deep the heady musk as it practically dripped off her. A pause, and then another hot puff of air as Fennorian was faced with the beast's piercing gaze. For a moment he thought he saw a flash of green, and in the next the beast was shifting before him. It was always a horrifying display, but one he enjoyed deeply, as bones snapped and fur shed from writhing skin in a ring around them, melting into the shape of a naked Bosmer in the dappled moonlight.

"Mhm. All the better to do this-" she dipped down to nip at the skin beneath his ear, licking at the purple mark left behind and snaking her arms up his own. If it could beat any slower, Fenn would have thought his heart had stopped when a filthy moan escaped his lips. What clothes she hadn't torn in their chase, Cirwedh made quick work of removing. The remainders of his modesty were thrown to the side as he silently cursed the deep mauve blush spreading from his face to his chest. All around him hung shimmering waves of moonlit hair, stained at the ends with blood and dirt, and as the warmth of her hands traveled lower down his body, the feeling from before returned with a white-hot vengeance. Every inch of his skin felt like it was on fire, and the more he leaned into her touch, the harder she pushed him back into the soft earth beneath.

"So pretty on yer back; I wish you could see what I do right now." she purred. It sounded absolutely divine. Lost in the way her tongue played with the edges of her teeth, Fennorian didn't notice her thighs closing around his hips until her warmth was flush against his pelvis and sending that fire straight to his belly.

"I'd argue the view is much better from here." He strained, failing in whatever poor attempt at suave was made. But he meant every word. The sight was mesmerizing; her skin was alive with flowering greenery, and the strands of silver moonlight illuminated the sheen of sweat covering her freckled skin. He felt he could stare at her forever, that his eyes were made to behold this sacred sight, His hands made to worship her form. For hers was a raw and wild beauty, sweet like honey and sharp-toothed. It was only when she shifted—and he felt a jolt of pleasure as she ground her hips against his—that he broke from his trance and squirmed beneath her weight.

"Now you're paying attention!" she was chastising him. Sneering through wolfish teeth and tapping long claw-like nails against the lean muscle of his biceps. Every word dripped with sex as she leaned down and whispered into his ear. "A shame you couldn't run longer, to be honest. I was having a lot of fun with the hunt." that familiar glint was in her eye again. Fennorian could only shudder as she lowered herself, and her chest pushed nearly all the breath from his lungs. He hungrily kissed every inch of her skin, from the jagged soul-scar across her breastbone to the curve of her throat, desperate to touch her in whatever capacity he could.

"I-it's a real shame to-" There was another flush of heat against his flesh, and a pathetic whimper interrupted him, "mhmf- play with your food, love." There was that annoyingly wanton begging as he spoke, almost whining for her to finish the game he'd started.

He watched as she looked down her nose at him and hummed, pulling his arms by the wrists to hold her by the hips as she tortured him with her every movement.

"Oh, my Deer, you don't get to rush this."

He gasped softly, feigning shock. In the woods somewhere, a howl echoed, and Fennorian welcomed the end he was to find in the damp earth as the wolf atop him pounced.