#I had this kinda as a seed for awhile so I hope this worked for you?

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hello! Saw that your request are open. Maybe I can request a possessive zyz towards zyc fic? You can write it whenever you are free. I just love reading fics about them. Thank you ☺️

In the city, it's practically a luxury to be outside during the festival season and not be pressed cheek to jowl with the person next to you. Xiao Zhuo isn't a big fan of the crowd on a normal daily basis, but Xiao Jiu and Ying Lei had put on the works to convince him to come along and he's not the strongest when those two are involved.

It helps that a certain great demon was eavesdropping and smoothly invited himself along.

The kids take to trying the delicacies from every stall, stopping to marvel at every street performer, happily admiring the trinkets the market sellers have on display. Xiao Zhuo buys a thing or two for Wen Xiao and a pair of arm guards for Pei-daren, both of who had opted out of the excursion. After a small amount of deliberation, he even buys a jade piece while Zhao Yuanzhou isn't looking, stuffing it into the demon's hand when he slides past to catch up with the two youngest.

He's stopped by a gentle catch to his wrist. A squeeze, before he is released. It's the most he allows when they're out in the mortal world like this, already feeling his face burn from the way his heart is skipping three beats at the touch. Xiao Zhuo doesn't have to look to see that Zhao Yuanzhou is smiling that little curl of his lips -- the one he does when he sets aside his mask.

He's about two steps away from them when two strong arms grab him by the waist and Xiao Zhuo's nostrils are drenched with the stench of booze. He pulls his arm back, instinctively gearing up to elbow whoever had grabbed him, when he feels the weight lift just as quickly as it came.

"Wha--"

Ying Lei catches him just in time and Xiao Jiu hurries to his other side. Xiao Zhuo snaps his head to find Zhao Yuanzhou punching his assailant into a stall and beating back two others.

"Don't you dare touch him!"

Breaking out from Ying Lei's arms, he jumps back into the fray, grabbing Zhao Yuanzhou by the arm. "Don't!"

When his demon turns to him, Xiao Zhuo sees the flash of red and shakes his head, reaching out for his cheek. Cupping his face, he forces Zhao Yuanzhou to keep his eyes on him. "Don't. Not for me."

Taking the jade piece he had bought for him, he presses it into Zhao Yuanzhou's hand. Holding it there with his own, squeezing tightly. "Not on my name."

This seems to calm him. Under his touch, he can feel the demon shaking. Taking off his coat, he throws it over Zhao Yuanzhou's shoulders, wrapping him up and guiding him along.

"Come on, let's go home."

[saturnxlust]

hi!! I wanted to ask for Jacob black and fem reader:) like Bellas's honeymoon but with Jacob and fem reader! I wanted to read about this and love your work! (If you can't get to this, I understand. but if you get to it, please tag me!

HELLO OMG IM SOSOSOSO SORRY I FORGET TO CHECK MY ASKS😭😭 ALSO TY ILY 

Jacob Black x Fem! Reader

Sfw

So when you get there this mfs hungry

He burns a lot of energy throughout the day and needs a lot of food to be functional

Yk how body builders eat tons and tons of food, thats kinda how he is

Im assuming you mean its in the same place too so when you go out onto the town he has a eye on you all the time

Matter of fact he barely lets go of you in general

His hands are always around you or holding your hand 🥲

No he doesnt shift, he will not shift for you

He doesnt like doing it in the house cause he could break something and he doesnt like doing it outside cause people could see him😔✊

He would totally lay in bed with you all day or just lounge in the beach all day

Hes a good swimmer, the whole pack is actually so if you want to swim with him he has no complaints☺️

Nsfw

He def wants it every night

Fiend for that pussy😭

Like edward the room would probably be destroyed but no as much, hes large but he has around the same strength as a bodybuilder

The only time he has exceptional power is when hes shifted

So the most it would be messed up is the sheets and maybe the headboard from his grip

He likes to see your face and bending you in positions

Mating press he definitely likes, he likes hiting that angle and being able to see your face contort

His hips pistoned into yours a loud whine being dragged from your lips as you neared yet another orgasm, you lost count after the 2nd but you knew it had been awhile. Gripping his hair as your legs shook with pleasure, eliciting a loud moan and a growl from him, you felt him bite down on your shoulder as he plunged into you deeper. His seed flowing into you, filling you to the brim and staying inside to ensure that soon you’d be pregnant. You just hoped you’d be able to walk tomorrow.

Be prepared to sweat a lot, hes a heater and when your both grinding against each other it gets hot and sticky

So many rounds😭

He has the stamina of a horse, this man can go for so many rounds its painful how many orgasms he’d pull from you💀

He likes it when you pull his hair, egging him on as he bucks into you

[meowww-ffxiv]

It's...hard to explain Mordred and G'raha's friendship during the Crystal Tower raid.

Mordred was drawn to him first. His bright personality, even if G'raha did annoy him somewhat for awhile. But after the excitement died down (after the first raid, Labyrinth), G'raha did apologize to him for being a nuisance.

He was also curious about this Defender of Eorzea with a capital D. He asked very frank questions, about who Mordred was and what he was doing.

It turned out to be very important questions for Mordred at the time. Who was he? What was he doing?

One thing led to another and eventually it came to the point where Mordred told G'raha, "They invent my heroism for themselves. I'm not a hero. I'm just very good at killing the right people at the right time."

G'raha was uh. Like. Why did you unload THAT on me bro? What am I gonna do with THAT?

But he tried. Mordred was curt and irritable, but G'raha's admiration got a degree of "ohhh I can fix him" now. So he went out of his way to be his friend, and Mordred who kinda inexplicably liked him to begin with (it wasn't inexplicable; Mordred liked cheerful, forthright people who made him miss the brief moments of excitement adventuring got him before Praetorium) responded so very well to it.

And then as they delved further and further into the plot of Crystal Tower, as G'raha grappled with his legacy and the role he was so distant from...Mordred asked him, "What if stepping into that role will not make you happy? What if answering destiny's call erases everything that you are?"

Because Mordred didn't think very charitably of Hydaelyn. For the longest time he resented Her. For Her silence during the Calamity. For Her touch on his life now, after he felt like he'd been broken in half over jagged rocks and had nothing left for faith to take roots in. Or what even faith was for.

Her aid in the fight against the Ultima Weapon did make Mordred understand somewhat, what he was set to go up against and what Hydaelyn might mean to him. But at the same time he felt railroaded and still betrayed. Silence for all his life, when the world burned, and now She wanted him to fight this enemy that felt preordained but he was so unprepared against? Mordred felt like a gear turning in some machine he couldn't see, against his will, not understanding. He hated it. He hated Hydaelyn. He was terrified all he'd leave behind in his wake was more ashes and bloodshed. That this would be his sole legacy.

And G'raha had only said, "I don't know. But I do choose to face it. And I choose to believe in the stories of the ancients, in their wish that we, their descendants, will prevail and know hope someday. I choose to believe that in fulfillment of my role I will find satisfaction."

He asked Mordred for a bright legacy. A life lived well, worth remembering. A future worth waking up to. Asked it of him knowing Mordred struggled immensely with his own role and his own path. Asked him in faith and with great hope that it could inspire Mordred to seek...something.

And it worked. Stupidly yet stubbornly this was the seed that made Mordred really think about what he was doing. Why he thought he was powerless. What his words and actions could do.

It made him consciously aware of his influence on the world, and instead of thinking "I can't change this; I can't do anything" he went to "What can I do? What is the measure of my reach?" It turned Mordred into a more active and therefore willing participant in his own path. And with intentional actions came confidence and also the desire to be proactive.

The future was a very fragile thing. G'raha asked for something immensely, immensely heavy and difficult. To live was one thing but to live well? To do good with your life, so much so that it could become inspiration?

But G'raha, his friend, believed in him. Believed enough to ask it of Mordred. And because G'raha did, Mordred began to remember beyond the haze of grief and ashes -- to others no longer here, who also wished for him to live and live well. Some who were no longer here because it was so crucial that he had a chance to keep moving forward.

The short of it was that...it was humbling to be loved and to be believed in. Just a few words. Just an act of faith and a display of courage, no matter how rash.

It was also very anchoring to have something both incredibly long away yet very credibly going to happen -- the Tower coming out of stasis, G'raha awakening -- to strive towards, for Mordred.

He had no idea what would happen tomorrow. Who he would lose, what he'd have to give up. But he knew someday someone he knew would be able to read his story from start to finish and he could NOT give up on himself. He wanted that tale to have a happy, triumphant end. So he would keep fighting until things are alright.

[fizzyphan]

helllooo

by now u must've already had ur audition so how did it go!! did u get the part of adelaide? are u excited 👀 i loveee the name adelaide it's so pretty. ooh and i shall check out guys and dolls when i have some free time soon. and how was the christmas party, did u have good food and some games?

hehe thank u 💗 i'm not gonna lie getting second prize at a game i've never played before has definitely given me an ego boost im gonna walk around claiming i'm a pro at bowling 😬

ooh which songs were ur top three last year and on the same note which ones were ur top three this year? i surprisingly liked my wrapped this year because it was more or less what i expected but i am aware that this year spotify messed up pretty bad. i feel like being a 1d girlie never goes away it's just something that hits u out of nowhere. and oh my god noah kahan!! actually seed was the one who introduced me to him and i have been insane about him ever since. i know it's a hard question but which noah song is ur favourite?

ooh that sounds amazing! i'm so glad u enjoyed txt's concerts. i have a friend who's a kpop fan and they were telling me about how hard it is to get tickets for kpop artists in uk/eu/usa because they sell out very quickly. as for my concert stories, so no one really comes to my home country and so when i went to the uk i literally went to as many shows as i could afford to 🫣 but my favourite concert was actually 5sos, niall coming second to them. i actually bought an extremely last minute ticket for 5sos and i got it for ridiculously cheap but god they're so much fun live! but i think love on tour 23 will always be a fond memory for me, it was like a pocket in time and i'll always miss it!

my week has been good so far, got a major part of my work done, got a box of chocolates from a sweet colleague. what about u, how was ur week? have u done all of ur christmas shopping or do u still need to run some last minute errands?

- s

heyy!! my audition ended a bit ago but unfortunately i didn't actually get to sing or dance because we didnt have enough people sign up to start auditions for that specific show, we've moved them to the beginning of rehearsals in January, so kinda bummed but at least i got to watch amazing auditions for other shows at my theatre today before the party!

we did have good pizza and sang a song from Les Miserables at our party, we also did a gift exchange and i got a hot coco + coffee + mug set!

i relate with the bowling ego! i won a game of mini golf awhile back and felt like a pro golfer loll

last year my top three songs were all 5sos, 1 was voodoo doll, 2 was lost in reality, and 3 was heart break girl! this year my top three were Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow kitten surprise, Its called: freefall by Rainbow kitten surprise and Stick season by noah kahan! although, Northern Attitude is probably my favorite Noah kahan song!

yes txt was so amazing! it is difficult to get tickets tho lol! most people stay up with the page refreshing to get first pick!

ugh 5sos sounds so fun!! my sister went to a one direction concert when she was younger with 5sos as the opener! and niall wow that sounds amazing!!!

my week has been pretty good! ive gotten all my sisters presents and some of my brothers, still working on the rest though, although i did get one of my theatre friends a couple gifts today so im excited to send them to her! me and my mom and sister will finish our Christmas shopping in the next couple days! I actually love christmas shopping, especially getting a coffee or something beforehand to shop with hehe

hope youre doing well!! im so happy to have you to talk to! ❣️

[vellatra]

Hmmmm, interesting questions! I'll answer with some of the characters from Silen Fah - Aileev, Trajeda, Sanoj, Madeline, and Nabikio.

1. What do you do when you are lost?

"Kinda depends on WHERE I'm lost, doesn't it? Outside, if I can just fly high enough, I'll be able to figure out where I am. Might have to wait awhile, lie low if there are enemies around, but I can wait! Indoors - or inside the cliffs at least - is another story. Then I have to try to find someone I know, or at least somebody who looks trustworthy, and get directions. Oof, it'd be bad if I got lost in a shady part of town, wouldn't it?"

"It's okay, Maddie will get us home!"

"First, I don't let on. Signs of weakness make you a target for criminals. Second, keep calm. A level head thinks better. Third, pay attention. The surroundings, what people are saying, anything could be a clue to help you find your way out."

"I don't get lost." Okay but hypothetically? "I dunno. Keep looking for the way home I guess. Maybe talk to an adult if I'm really confused."

"I am lost. I've been lost for nine years, ever since the Krahmen slew my father and kidnapped me. There is no way home, that I've found. But I will never give up looking. In the meantime," (smiling bitterly) "they've been getting payback."

2. What's something mundane that gives you the creeps?

"You can't tell anyone! Swear it!" (Lowers voice in shame) "The dark."

(Covering eyes) "S-spiders!"

"Pregnancy. Just... think about it. Every single one of us started out as a little seed, hanging in the void. Then we got bigger, until that great vast void became cramped quarters. I saw the strange ways my mother's belly would twist and stretch... as if there were some creature in there, trying to escape from within. Except, there was. I can't even imagine, how bizarre that must feel for the mother. Don't get me wrong, I think the miracle of life is just that - a miracle. Fearful and wonderful. A very good, very powerful thing. But some aspects of the whole process are..." (making weirded-out face)

"Dolls. Have you ever looked into those soulless eyes?" O_O

"...You know something? It's been so long since I've had what you might call a 'normal' life. I'm used to looking for the traps, the escape routes, the danger in everything.... If I ever do make it home, I wonder.... Would the ease and safety feel... well, too safe and easy? Perhaps... perhaps all the mundane would make me nervous. I hope not. But even so, I would still do anything to see my mother and sisters again."

3. How easy is it for people to trust you?

"I trust pretty easily! Seems like people pick up on that because I'm usually trusted quickly too. They might not spill their guts to me or anything, but everybody knows I'm not out to pick their pockets. And I'll have anyone's back in a fight too." :)

"NOBODY trusts me!" (pouting) "Mama says, 'I'll tell you when you're older,' or Daddy tells his friends, 'Little ears are listening," and Maddie gets to do whatever she wants, but I'm 'too little' and I gotta stay home all the time!" (stamping her little foot) [Madeline quietly: "They don't let me do anything either, I just do it!"] "...Oh! You mean, do people think I'm a good girl? Yes! I am always a good girl. Very nice to everybody!" (standing up straight and puffing her little chest out)

(chuckling) "I must give off some kind of 'trustworthy aura'. It seems almost automatic to people."

"I don't trust and I'm not trusted either. Deserved, I guess. I will snoop through your house if I have the chance. Not gonna steal anything, calm down! Just doing recon...." (smiles mysteriously)

"I used to be a natural at gaining trust. I was the leader of the neighborhood kids, when I felt like it. Now... well maybe it's the weird situation I live in. Anyway, my current closest friend... I had to work very hard to become her friend. And besides her, there aren't many people who trust me at all. Which is fair. I live in enemy territory and am probably out to get most of them."

This was an interesting character study; thanks @accessories-game ! I no-pressure-tag @thethiefinwhite @firstfandomfangirl @aptericia @skyward-floored @skyloftian-nutcase @hollers-and-holmes and @soanvalcke !

Your questions are:

What's the hardest thing you've ever done for someone you loved?

Can you swim? And if you can, who taught you?

Favorite way to relax and unwind?

OC Questionnaire Tag

Tagged by the lovely @talesofsorrowandofruin over on this post!

Rules: Pick an OC or group of OCs and answer the three questions posed in character. The put forward three questions of your own and tag some people.

My questions:

What's something you wish you'd figured out sooner?

How long do you think you could survive if you were lost in a wilderness?

What's the most interesting conversation you eavesdropped on?

I'll be using Stella, Layla, Ilya, Eliot & Pippa from Accessories to Murder to play along~

1. What's something you wish you'd figured out sooner?

"I suppose it might be smart for me to say asking for help. I have a frightfully difficult time reaching out for fear of being burdensome, but the results are so often not as bad as I feared. I simply can't imagine running the shop without the tireless efforts of Mr Lewis or dear Camelia."

"Simple: knowing which jobs aren't worth takin'. The amount of headaches that kinda thing could've saved me..."

"Perfect literacy for the languages I intended to speak. Such things help to keep a lower profile. Slang is also something I had difficulty with but no longer struggle with."

"There was a rather famous play that I thought I had figured out but it turns out I had it all backwards. Looking back it's all terribly obvious now but I suppose that's not the sort of answer you're looking for."

"Never agree to buy a house close to the river, no matter how good a deal it sounds. My rugs are positively ruined and I don't think any of my plants have forgiven me."

2. How long do you think you could survive if you were lost in a wilderness?

"I'm not certain about surviving in the wilderness. I've barely seen much of the outside world being more of a city girl. Let's be charitable and say a matter of hours, shall we?"

"Hmm, maybe a week? I'm no stranger to going without but a life like that sounds pretty rotten to me. I'd get done in by being bored than going hungry or anything."

"Much longer than my last attempt, which was years ago now but I remained undetected and in good health for months."

"On a good day, between 3 days and a week. I should know, I have tried before... a fascinating experience but not one I'd recommend."

"What, alone? With no one else around at all? That's not really nice, is it? I'm not sure I'd last a day lost and out there. Just the thought's put me on edge now..."

3. What's the most interesting conversation you eavesdropped on?

"I can't say too much as I was rather young at the time but I believe I overheard an assassination being planned. I didn't quite understand the full gravity of it all then and I think part of me thought that this planned hit for intended for me! I couldn't sleep for weeks afterwards."

"Ooh, the scandals I could tell you about. I tell you, some of these people just think they're stepping into a second home getting in a cab and just start spillin' all sorts to whoever's listening. Probably all just idle gossip anyway."

"Not one I am fond of remembering. It was from my time as a translator back home. It saved my life as well as the man held captive but it is also why I can never go back."

"It was never the complete conversations that I found interesting. My father, brilliant man and better detective, was as much a source of mystery to me as he is an inspiration. I remember overhearing fragments of hushed conversations with people I didn't know. I know everyone from the press to the police say he's a big part of the corrupt element in town... but I never did believe that."

"This one time, I had someone come to me looking to find his old sweetheart from before The Flood. Very tragic, very heartbreaking and... somehow I knew she wasn't dead. I took a moment, you know, to gather my wits and that and out the window, I could just heard the words of the song he had just told me this girl sang. Anyway, it turned out that she was looking for him and had been singing the song all around the streets hoping to find him. I'm sorry, I just love telling that story. I love a happy ending."

And now... I tag @vellatra @noisette-tornade @kyuponstories @raichana @teresashiho @maskedemerald and @cool-mint

Your questions:

What do you do when you are lost?

What's something mundane that gives you the creeps?

How easy is it for people to trust you?

[sleepysnk]

Can I request a NSFW one-shot Modern AU of Female!Reader coming home from work for the day and finds Eren making dinner wearing nothing but an apron to surprise Reader, then things get very steamy on both of them? Thank you! (If you don’t feel comfortable writing my request, you can always discard/change it if you feel the need to)

I LOVE THE EREN SMUT! i kinda like this one, it reminds me of the Erwin one i wrote awhile back 👀. i hope you enjoy! ♡

Eren x Fem!Reader Modern AU: The Surprise at Home

Warnings: NSFW

Eren stood at the stove humming as he cooked the meal for him and his girlfriend.

She had been really stressed out lately, and Eren decided to make her something to calm her nerves. He also decided to surprise her as well with something a little more 'fun'. He left work pretty early to prepare the meal he planned to make, and so far it was going well.

Eren felt shivers as he stood in the kitchen. The man was wearing nothing but an apron, he wanted to surprise her, and he got the idea after one of his friends told him about it. He did feel a bit cold though, standing practically half-naked in the kitchen. He silently prayed that nobody would knock on the door.

Eren sat on his phone waiting for (Y/N) to come through the door as she usually did. She usually came home pretty late sometimes, which gave him enough time to get this plan started.

He heard her car pull into the driveway. He stood up and went back to the stove, he made sure that the meal was fully complete. He thought he did a pretty good job, the two usually got take out most nights because they would be so exhausted after working all day.

(Y/N) got out of her car and began to make her way towards the house they shared. It had been a long day dealing with clients, and overall the stress was exhausting. She just wanted to relax with her boyfriend.

She opened the door and instantly smelled the food cooking in the kitchen. She was a bit confused because Eren never really cooked much, maybe he got take out or something? She doubted it. The food didn't smell like a pizza or McDonald's.

"Eren?" (Y/N) asked as she removed her shoes.

She made her way into the kitchen to see her boyfriend wearing an apron, and standing by the stove. He seemed really interested in the food he was making.

"Hey babe! Welcome home" he said and walked over giving her a kiss on the cheek.

That's when she noticed Eren was fully naked under the apron. She could feel his print pressed up against her belly was she hugged him.

"Hey Eren.. what's all this?" she asked and nodded.

He only chuckled. "Oh, nothing! I decided to surprise you with some dinner, we haven't really cooked something in awhile so" he replied and shrugged.

The food smelled amazing, he definitely outdid himself for sure. She felt her stomach grumble at the smell of the food, she hadn't really ate much all day.

(Y/N) looked at him she felt a bit hot as she watched her boyfriend move around the kitchen. It had been weeks since the two had sex, and she was yearning for something from him. Eren was needy himself, so that's why he got the idea to surprise her tonight.

"So... when's dinner gonna be?" she asked and leaned against the counter.

He sighed and turned off the stove. "In a few minutes, it just needs to cool" he replied. "How was your day huh? Did you have a good day?" he asked and turned to face her.

She nodded. "Oh it was fine" she replied and looked up at him.

Eren pulled her against him. She felt his print press up against her again. "I'm glad you had a good day babe" he said and gave her a kiss on the head.

She smiled and lied her head against his chest. "I'm glad too" she replied.

He put his hands around her waist. "Come here baby" he said and titled her chin up.

He pressed a kiss against her lips, the kiss sent goosebumps along her skin. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer to her.

Eren scooped (Y/N) up in his arms and placed her onto the counter. He kissed her once again and backed her up against the cabinets. She felt heat beginning to pool in between her legs.

"W-Wait.. what about dinner?" (Y/N) asked and broke the kiss between them.

Eren smirked. "Fuck dinner... I have my meal right here" he replied and nipped at her ear.

She felt shivers go down her spine as Eren ran his hands along her waist and down to her hips. She could read his body language, and she could tell that he was in a hurry to fuck her.

Eren hooked his fingers around the hem of her skirt. "Let me take it off" he said and looked up at her.

(Y/N) sat up a bit and she felt her skirt become lose, she watched as Eren took it off. He tossed it off somewhere in the kitchen, and looked at her now exposed lower region. Eren felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the thong she was wearing.

He took the opportunity to remove the apron he was wearing. (Y/N) watched as his cock became fully exposed, she rubbed her legs together to try and conceal how wet she was.

Eren tossed the apron onto the kitchen table and looked into her eyes. "You're so beautiful baby... I can't wait to fuck you on the counter" he said and kissed her lips.

"E-Eren..." she cried in pleasure as he began to nip at her neck.

He moved his hand lower and began to rub circles on her clit, he chuckled as he felt the wetness through her clothed clit. He ripped it off of her, and started to rub circles onto her sensitive bud.

She put her arms onto his shoulders and leaned her head down. Waves of pleasure were rushing through her belly.

"Are you feeling sensitive already baby? I've barely touched you" Eren said and slowed his rubbing on her clit.

(Y/N) was starting to get antsy. "F-Fuck.. Eren just fuck the foreplay, please fuck me already!" she yelled.

He chuckled and stroked his hardened cock. "Your wish is granted" he said and grabbed her hips.

She put her arms around his neck as Eren positioned his cock at her entrance. She felt his tip poking and spreading her apart which made her feel dizzy.

Within one thrust Eren was deep inside of (Y/N)'s pussy. She cried out in pleasure as he entered her swiftly. Eren groaned as he felt her walls surrounding him, he wanted to ravish her. He started to move as he felt his girlfriend scratching at his back.

(Y/N) leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Mmm, Eren... fuck!" she moaned as he thrusted into her.

He started to pick up the pace which made her see stars, the position made it easier for Eren to hit those spots that made her go crazy.

"Fuck.. you like that baby? You like when my cock is inside of you? Yeah you do..." he said and smacked her ass.

She felt a pit forming in her stomach. "E-Eren! I'm gonna cum.. fuck! Baby don't stop" she said.

Eren was close to his own orgasm as well, he was starting to twitch inside of her and his thrusts were getting sloppy.

"Cum for me baby... come on, you can do it" he said and smirked.

(Y/N) felt her body shake as her orgasm hit her hard. Eren felt her pussy clench around him, and he began to thrust a bit harder.

"I-I'm gonna cum.. fuck!" Eren yelled as he felt his cock twitch.

His hot seed filled into her pussy, and Eren felt pleasure running through him as his orgasm took over his body. He watched as a mix of her cum and his cum leaked down on his cock.

"Fuck.. I love you" Eren said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

(Y/N) giggled as Eren placed her onto the floor feeling her legs becoming shaky. "I love you more" she replied and smiled.

"What about dinner?" Eren asked and looked over at the stove which still had the food sitting there.

She nodded. "Let's eat... but let me get cleaned up first" she replied and looked at him.

He chuckled. "Alright, I'll be waiting" Eren said and sat down at the table.

[queenofspades20]

Every Time You Leave

Synopsis: Steve Rogers and Reader are engaged. Steve has been on a longer mission and Reader misses him.

So, been thinking about writing this for awhile. This was inspired by Every Time You Leave by I Prevail. I just love this song. This was supposed to be something short and ended up as over 3k words (whoops). This is not suitable for those under 18. This is my first time writing smut, so sorry for any awkwardness. Did not originally intend on writing smut, but it just kinda happened.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut, cursing

Word count: 3.2k

This is the song: https://youtu.be/5KDR0M-Edrg

Y/n and Steve were sitting on the couch together, watching a movie. They were at their home about 15 minutes from the compound. They had moved there a few months ago after Steve proposed. Steve wanted them to have their own space. Y/n was cuddled up to Steve, his arm around her shoulders. They had a blanket draped over their laps. Steve had just gotten back from a 3 week mission a few hours ago. Y/n had missed her fiancé fiercely. She couldn’t stop looking up at his face, still not believing he was finally home.

Steve had a soft smile. “You’re staring, Sweetheart.”

“Can’t help it. Missed you so much. I always feel like a piece of me is missing while you’re gone on missions.” Y/n felt tears burning in her eyes. She placed her head in the crook of his neck and hugged him tight.

Steve felt his heart break. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Y/n quickly looked up, sensing his distress. “I don’t say it to make you feel bad. I know it’s your job and I am so proud of all the good you do. And, as long as you love what you do and it makes you happy, I support you 100 percent.”

Steve placed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead. “I know. And I want you to talk to me when you’re feeling like this. I just want to know how I got so lucky as to have such a wonderful woman like you.”

Y/n snorted. “I think I’m the lucky one here. As that guy at the Apple store said,” Y/n leaned back to gesture at Steve. “Specimen.”

Steve started uncontrollably laughing. “I wish I never told you that story. That was so awkard.”

Y/n’s eyes sparkled at Steve’s laughter. “Seriously, Steve, you are kind, smart, funny, and just all around wonderful. Part of me wishes to go back to the 40s to slap some sense into those girls for never giving you a chance. But, their loss, my gain.”

“You’re just saying that because you love me. I wasn’t much to look at before the serum.”

“Uh, Steve, I saw pictures. You were gorgeous. Your smile and eyes are my favorite features of yours. Those girls were too stupid to see the amazing guy you are.”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up. “Yup, I’m the lucky one, Doll.” He quickly pulled her close and started placing numerous kisses all over her face. Y/n squealed and squirmed.

“Steve!” Y/n yelled, laughing.

The blanket fell to the floor as Steve maneuvered them to laying down on the couch, with Steve hovering over Y/n. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head. He looked down at her with a smile. Y/n moved her leg so it was hitched onto Steve’s hip.

“Kiss me,” Y/n said with love in her eyes. She was smiling softly.

“With pleasure.” Steve leaned down and touched his lips to Y/n’s, softly at first. The kiss quickly became heated, Steve still holding her hands above her head with one hand. He moved his other hand along her body. Y/n let out a little moan and ground her hips against his.

Steve gripped Y/n’s hip and let more of his weight fall onto her. He broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck. When he found her sweet spot, Y/n started to let out a loud moan. She quickly bit her lip to keep the noise down. Steve moved his hand to cup her jaw, his thumb pulling her lip from her teeth. He looked deep in her eyes, his desire darkening his eyes.

“I want to hear those moans, Baby girl. Don’t hold back.” He quickly went back to her sweet spot, determined to make her come undone. His hand made its way down Y/n’s body and moved to her ass. Steve ground his hips into Y/n’s, nipping just under her jaw.

“Fuck, Steve.” Y/n moaned. “I need to touch you.” She tried pulling her hands from Steve’s steel grip, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Not yet, Baby. I wanna make you feel good,” Steve asked, his lips next Y/n’s ear. His hand moved to the front of her shorts and slipped in, reaching down into her panties. His finger slipped into her folds, feeling her wetness. Steve groaned. “Already so wet for me.” His pointer finger teased her clit, sending electricity through her body.

“Steve!” Y/n panted. Her hips bucked up into his hand. “More, please!”

Steve slid his finger into her heat. His palm rubbed against her clit. “More? How many fingers can you take?” Steve asked as he slid another finger in.

“Oh fuck, Steve!”

“So tight around my fingers.” Steve started to pump his fingers in and out. Y/n’s hips moving with his hand.

“Steve please! I need you.” Y/n begged. Steve’s scent filled her senses. He kissed her while rubbing against her G-spot. “Please! I can’t wait for you.”

Steve let go of her hands, reaching down to take off her shorts. Y/n immediately put her hands in his hair, pulling him close for a desperate kiss. One of her hands reached down and undid his pants, reaching in to pull his cock out. She ran her thumb over his tip, spreading the precum that had dribbled out. Steve ripped her shorts and panties off quickly. Y/n gasped at the action.

“Steve! I liked those shorts!”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He hitched her leg over his hip and guided his cock to her slick heat. His cock nudged against her clit. They both moaned at the feeling. With one quick thrust, Steve sheathed himself into Y/n.

Y/n’s back arched into him, her fingers clawing down his back. “Oh my God, Steve!”

Steve stayed still for a few moments, letting Y/n get used to him. She clenched her walls to let him know he could move. Steve started a slow pace, quickly gaining speed.

“Harder, Steve! Please!”

Steve started thrusting harder at her pleas. “Like that, Baby?”

“Oh God, Steve! Just like that!” Y/n threw her head back in pleasure. She moved her hips to take him deeper. “You feel so good!” she moaned out.

“Am I filling you up, Baby? You missed my cock?”

“Yes!” Y/n could feel tears filling her eyes, overwhelmed by how good Steve felt in her.

“Fuck, Y/n. I’m not gonna last long. You feel too good.” Steve reached down and harshly rubbed circled on her clit to bring her to her high. His pace stuttered slightly, signaling how close he was.

Y/n could feel the pressure building. “I’m not gonna last much longer either, Baby.”

With three more thrusts, they came together, Steve’s cock shooting hot spurts of his seed deep inside Y/n’s womb. Y/n could feel him twitching inside her. Steve crashed his lips to Y/n’s, his tongue immediately entering her mouth. He slowed his hips down to draw out the pleasure. They broke the kiss, looking into each other eyes.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Steve. I feel bad for asking this, but maybe no more missions for maybe a month? As much as I enjoy our reunion sex, I would like to have more time with you, especially since we’re supposed to be planning a wedding.” Y/n felt shy in asking.

Steve felt guilt settle in his stomach. “I’m sorry, Darling. I know I’ve been called away a lot lately. I’ll make the request first thing tomorrow.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble and I know you’re valued. I just, I’ve missed you so much.”

“I won’t get in trouble. This last mission was pretty hard on me. I think with how hard I’ve been working, I deserve some time to spend with my amazing fiancée.”

Y/n threw her arms around his shoulders, her face in his neck. “Thank you, Steve. As long as it won’t be a problem.”

“Of course it won’t. They’ll understand. Now, let’s head to bed, shall we? I think I need a few more rounds of reunion sex.” Steve nipped just below Y/n’s jaw.

“You read my mind.”

Steve pulled out of Y/n and stood up. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to bed, where he made up for his absence several more times.

The next morning Steve walked into the compound, looking for Tony. He had a speech ready to explain why he was taking time off. He had figured since everyone knew he and Y/n were getting married, taking some time to just stick with training and not going on missions for awhile would not cause any problems.

As he walked into Tony’s lab, Tony looked up from where he was sitting. “Hey Capsicle. I hope you brought your suit, we leave for a mission in 4 hours.”

“What are you talking about, Tony? I just got back yesterday. I can’t go on another mission right now.”

“Sorry, Fury’s orders. Last minute thing. We’re all ordered to go.” Tony paused, seeing the distress on Steve’s face. “I know you just got back. If it makes you feel better, this mission is only supposed to be a few days.”

“No, it doesn’t make me feel better. When was anyone going to tell me about this mission? Am I really needed?”

“Unfortunately yes. And Fury told us about it last night, but we knew you were home with Y/n and didn’t want to disturb you. Give you at least one night uninterrupted.” Tony approached with a manila folder. “Here’s the mission brief.”

Steve wiped his hand down his face and took the folder. “How am I supposed to do this to Y/n? I promised her I would take a break.” He flipped through the pages in his hand, seeing that he was, in fact, needed for this mission.

Tony looked at his friend. While he normally would make a sarcastic comment, he didn’t feel like kicking Steve while he was already down. “We’ll try to keep the mission as short as possible. I suggest you run home to get your suit and break the news to Y/n.”

“After this mission, I’m done. No more missions.”

Steve felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t get Y/n’s face from last night out of his head. He knew she wasn’t going to be happy. Steve made his way home. As he walked up to the front door of his and Y/n’s home, Steve felt nothing but dread. He didn’t want to disappoint her. Steve opened the door, hearing Y/n in the kitchen.

“Steve? Is that you?”

“Hey, Baby.” Steve walked to the kitchen. Y/n was placing a tray of cookies on the counter.

“You were gone less than an hour. Did you decide to take the day off altogether?”

“I, um. I don’t know how to tell you this, Baby.” Steve couldn’t look Y/n in the eyes. He felt so horrible.

“What is it?” Y/n looked at Steve with concern. She moved near him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I leave for a mission in a few hours. I walked in to tell them I was taking time for us and got handed the brief. I have to go.” Steve felt miserable.

Y/n blinked away tears. Trying to keep her composure, she looked at Steve’s face. She could see how upset he was. “Oh.” Y/n tried not to sound too disappointed. She didn’t want to make this harder for Steve than it already was.

Steve felt his heart break. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. “I’m so sorry. I know we had that talk last night and I’m already disappointing you. I’m so sorry.”

Y/n could feel Steve’s tears drop onto her head. She hugged him back. “It’s the life of a superhero. Sometimes your life isn’t your own and you have to save people.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Y/n lifted her head. Steve still couldn’t look at her, so she put her hands on his cheeks and moved his head so she could look into his eyes. “I can’t say I’m happy you’re leaving so soon after just getting back, but I know it’s part of your job. I know you don’t want to go.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Steve, it’s not about deserving. I love you. And like I said last night, I support you. How long will you be gone for this one?”

“Tony said a few days. We’ll try to get it done faster.”

“Well, as much as I want you back with me sooner rather than later, please be safe. Don’t be reckless because you want to come home. As hard as it is when you’re away, I don’t know if I could handle it if you never came back. I’d lose a piece of me that I could never get back.”

Steve smiled softly. “I’ll always come home to you, Doll.” He kissed her softly. “I gotta get my stuff,” he said sadly.

They let go of each other. Steve went into their room to pack his bag and suit up. Y/n turned to the cookies she had made as a surprise for Steve that night and put some in a container. As she was finishing up in the kitchen, Steve appeared in the doorway. Y/n stared at him, trying not to cry. She made her way over to him and pulled him into a hug. Steve buried his face into Y/n’s neck.

“Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I promise.”

“Just a few days?”

“If not sooner. I’m so sorry.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, you have nothing to be sorry for,” Y/n said as she looked into his eyes. “You have a job, a very difficult job. All I want is for you to be safe and to come home to me.”

“I will.” Steve pulled her in for a dramatic kiss, a tradition they started after Y/n had commented that she loved the idea of a big Hollywood-style kiss. Steve started doing a dramatic kiss when he left and when he came home. As always, when he pulled away, Y/n had a big smile on her face.

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/n.”

Steve left and made his way to the compound. He boarded the quinjet with his teammates.

 Two weeks later, Steve still had not come home. Y/n was worried. Since the whole team was on the mission, she had no one to call for news. And Steve also didn’t have access to his phone, per usual.

“A few days my ass. I swear, I’m going to punch those assholes for lying.” Y/n had taken to pacing in the living room. Even though she had work to keep her busy during the days, at nights, she couldn’t help her thoughts running wild. She had no idea if Steve or the team were okay.

Though she had been okay for the first few days Steve was gone, the longer it went without word from him, the harder it was to sleep or even eat. Y/n knew she had probably lost a couple of pounds. She would eat what she could but just couldn’t eat a full meal. Her stomach was in knots with stress. Looking at the clock, Y/n saw it was late. She decided to just go lay down, even if she couldn’t sleep. Y/n grabbed one of Steve’s shirts to sleep in and crawled into bed. She pulled Steve’s pillow closer to her body and spritzed some of Steve’s cologne on the pillow. It helped having his scent near her, even if it wasn’t anywhere near as good as the real thing. Y/n felt the tears come, as they did every night. She was so caught up in her crying, that she failed to hear the front door open.

Steve was exhausted and pissed. He couldn’t believe that the mission took so long. Luckily, the mission was successful and the worst injuries were some cuts and bruises. But all he could think about was getting home to Y/n. He had already spoken with Fury and Tony, who agreed to give him two months of guaranteed no missions, so he could spend quality time with Y/n. When he walked into their home, he could hear Y/n crying in their bedroom. Steve never felt so horrible as he did in that moment. He set his gear down and started stripping off his tac suit as he made his way to the bedroom. He was so determined to get home to Y/n, that he didn’t shower or change. He walked over to the bed and sat down, startling Y/n.

“Steve!” Y/n sat up and moved to pull him into a hug. “What the hell?”

Steve held her tight, moving her body to straddle his, so he could hold her as close as possible. He could feel her tears on his chest. “The mission went sideways. Our intel wasn’t good. We got what we needed done, but we had to get the proper intel first before we could move in. I’m so sorry. We couldn’t get word out.”

“Were you injured? Was anyone injured?”

“Just a few cuts and bruises, but nothing serious.”

Y/n cuddled as close to Steve as she could. After a few moments, “Steve?” Y/n sounded hesitant.

“Yes, Darling?”

“I, um. I was wondering, did you, um, did you ask to get some time without missions?”

Steve pulled back slightly and smiled at her. “I have a guarantee of at least two months without missions. They will have to do it without me. And I’m taking the next week off so we have time together. No work. Even if you can’t get that time off, I’ll be here, waiting for you every evening.”

Y/n smiled and leaned in for a kiss. “Good. I can at least take tomorrow off. I’m sure we both need some rest. I couldn’t really sleep without you here.”

Steve’s face fell, which Y/n rushed to assure him not to feel guilty. “Baby, don’t feel guilty. You couldn’t help what happened with the mission.”

“Still…”

“No, Steve. I’m just happy you’re home. That’s all I really wanted. What do you say we take a nice hot bath, cause, Sweetheart, you kinda smell.”

Steve looked a little sheepish. “I just wanted to get home to you. I didn’t shower.”

Y/n laughed. “I kind of guessed, as you’re still wearing your tac pants. So, what do you say? Bath?”

Steve just stood up, supporting Y/n in his arms. He carried her over to the bathroom. He set her on the counter and turned to start the bath. Y/n reached around his waist and undid his pants, helping him out of them while the tub filled with steaming water. Y/n grabbed the lavender bath bomb from the jar she had on the counter and dropped it in. Steve then helped her out of her clothes. Once the tub was filled, Steve stepped in and sat down. Y/n stepped in and settled with her back against Steve’s chest. Steve’s arms came around her and held her close.

“I missed you, Y/n.” Steve placed a kiss on Y/n’s temple.

“I missed you too, Steve.” Y/n leaned her head and kissed Steve’s jaw. “My missing piece is home.”

[bigskydreaming]

Interesting. Another week where I liked all the X-books that came out. Must’ve been cuz there was no Duggan in the mix.

New Mutants was one of the better issues since Ayala took over. I haven’t loved all of their issues, though enjoyed them for the most part, but this one I could really see everything start to come together that they’ve been seeding from their start. I wanna reread once next issue comes out and see whether it works better overall to read the full arc in one sitting. Also it might be that the Otherworld stuff was a forced detour they had to make and that threw off the pacing. We’ll see. 

But the kids with Gabby was such a sweet moment, and its so nice to see them all on the same side when it comes to Farouk......but Farouk’s motivations and the little interlude about the boy call back to Ayala’s first issue and it looks like the suspicions laid back then were true. Its almost certain that the Shadow King is actually an amalgamation or even just a full on puppet of an Amenthi demon who merged with or possessed Amahl Farouk as a child and using him as a host, has been all about trying to make this world match the one it came from, based on the same ideals Annihilation espoused. 

Basically, Amahl is not the same as the Shadow, the Shadow is trying to turn Krakoa into a new version of Arakko, and if I’m interpreting one panel of the art right, I think Xi’an (who seemed to have her suspicions back at the start of this arc too) just sensed another presence for the first time - and she’s the one who knows the Shadow King’s psyche best after all - and she’s figured out that there’s a separate Amahl Farouk consciousness hidden somewhere inside him. And given that second ‘demonstration’ interlude and the fact that the New Mutants are now nowhere to be found in the Shadow King’s mindscape, I’m guessing she managed to shunt them from the part the Shadow King controlled, into whatever part the original boy Amahl is hiding in.

Excalibur was one of its better issues. I’m far more interested in the politics of Otherworld than the political shit in X-Force, Mordred being a mutant is an actually interesting twist, and the idea that Arthur is making his son’s betrayal a self-fulfilling prophecy by attacking mutantkind because he believes Mordred will inevitably side with them as a mutant has some interesting possibilities. It was also unexpectedly....nice, to see like, the whole family Braddock fighting on the same side for probably the first time ever, lol, from Betsy to Brian to Meggan to Jamie.....Jim Jaspers remains a wildcard I’m wary of because like, lol I’ve read the original stories of him and it seems this writer has too, and I want someone to bring up that he’s keeping Redroot captive and make some kind of issue about that, especially now that Death has been brought back into the mix and Betsy’s offered to help him escape Sevalith. 

(Only to have him say no, he’s working - lol anyone else think Death’s trying to pull off a one-man coup and take over Sevalith for mutantkind and do his Daddy Dearest proud? Or given that he’s obviously still crushing on Ororo, even after - well I mean, probably BECAUSE she kicked his ass and left him for dead.....I could TOTALLY see them playing this as like, part of some weird courtship attempt of his. The only way he feels he can woo her as an equal is to come to her with a kingdom of his own or some shit like that. Idk, we’ll see. He’s definitely up to something though, but I do believe him when he says that ultimately he’s on the same side as the rest of them).

I liked that they haven’t forgotten about the other Rogue, Gambit and Rictor Captains, I liked Roma’s conversation with Jubilee about Shogo and the foreshadowing there, as well as Jubilee’s response and her clear conflict.....Merlyn can fucking die in a fire already, please and thank you, ugh, enough with this old shithead.....oh I LOVED that someone is FINALLY doing something with Bei, and it does make sense for it to be Excalibur though I figured it would’ve happened in New Mutants by now. But she and Shatterstar make a fun odd duo, and actually Star’s comment to Brian about being a new friend too like, lol, okay, I’m kinda here for a trio of Brian, Star and Bei to be like a Krakoan Warrior Three who are all united by their perspective as like, lifelong combatants and being outsiders among the rest of Krakoa even if Shatterstar and Bei are technically still mutants too. It makes sense.

Hmm, what else. Would love to see Bei’s thoughts on Death and Redroot, all things considered, and have something to do with those plotlines in the future. And really in general I’m here for this big all-kingdom smackdown with Sevalith, Hothive, Mercador, the Furies and Merlyn’s kingdom all arrayed against Krakoa and Avalon. Of course, these are still only the Foul Kingdoms. Roma and the rest of the Fair Kingdoms so far don’t seem to have any real problem with witchbreed....but this arc is still only getting started. Still waiting for Mordred’s inevitable entrance....curious to see what his power is, and especially if HE even knew he was a mutant before now.

Also: JULIO AND SHATTERSTAR CUDDLES. WE HAVE WAITED 84 YEARS FOR THIS.

And as for Hellions....

Okay, I didn’t actually love Hellions, its kinda on...layaway. I liked a lot of the fallout of last issue, I liked that the stakes are so apparent here, but I’m gonna be bothered by a lot of stuff unless there’s some kind of plot twist that reveals that Kwannon’s daughter is still alive somehow. Like maybe Sinister lied about not having another back-up JUST to ensure he still had one last card to bargain with up his sleeve since he lost the ‘in’ he had with the Hellions now, and with the Council now aware of his secret experiments with Arraki DNA (and bringing Tarn down on their heads in a way that COULD have started a full on war with them if Ororo hadn’t handled it for them)....like point is, all eyes are going to be on him for awhile now and he has very few cards left to play or people in his corner, so I’m HOPING that there’s another plot twist coming in the last couple issues there. 

Because if Kwannon’s daughter is ACTUALLY dead....it really doesn’t sit well with me that the first real mutant death in an age of literal immortality for the rest of them (since even Gorgon and Rockslide technically are still alive in SOME sense)....like for that to be Kwannon’s daughter, the only real innocent in all of this, and having been held hostage to this storyline the whole time, and only existing to force Kwannon’s hand in all of this....yeah. No. Thank you, do not like, that better not be all there is to this. I never trust anything Sinister says as a general rule, so I’m not gonna believe him about that having been the only back-up of her daughter until its wholly proven otherwise.

Other thoughts.....I like that Emma knows that she fucked up, I like that Emma DID have her own kinda failsafe in place because she didn’t trust Sinister for shit, I like that she was RIGHT not to trust Sinister for shit and that her fail-safe stopped even worse shit from happening....I DON��T like that her fail-safe literally just made Alex a weapon of mass destruction with no awareness he even was one and someone else’s hand (let alone fucking MANUEL’S on the trigger)....I DON’T like Emma looking all pained at how devastated Alex is when that was the inevitably outcome of this particular failsafe, like sorry Emma but if what it did to Alex was really that big a problem for you, you should have found a different failsafe.....and I REALLY REALLY don’t like Emma effectively just offering up Maddy’s resurrection as essentially a bribe to ‘fix’ what had happened to HIM, like....if you guys could have made the case for Maddy’s resurrection before now, it should have been for Maddy’s sake, not as like....a cheer-up tactic for fucking Alex, and DEFINITELY not to ‘fix’ a mess that still resulted in Kwannon’s daughter’s death (unless of course there’s a twist there).

Oh and I also meant to say there BETTER be fallout once Scott discovers Emma and Manuel’s role in all of this. I could definitely see Scott like, interceding on John’s behalf if he manages to pull of killing Empath, because like....he’d kinda want to do it himself. This is one of those times where I REALLY wish they’d spend more time developing where Gabe fits in with the Summers brothers now, relationship wise, because like, just show him giving any kind of shits for Alex as his older brother like, at all, and you can EASILY justify Gabe going full wrath-of-omega-mutant on Empath, and what’s the Council gonna do to one of their prized omega mutants, especially one who’s already been imprisoned on Krakoa for Xavier’s mistakes in decades past? 

Actually damn, now THERE’S a consequence-arc I’d love to see, because imagine Gabe helping John go after Empath, and then the Council really trying to throw HIM in the Hole for that, and then Scott being like uh no, remember the events of Deadly Genesis? The fuck I’m gonna stand by and allow that, Xavier you still owe him for that shit, especially since this resurrected version of him never did all the shit Emperor Vulcan did, at least as far as he knows. Or THEN ALSO I could see him getting Storm to back him up on this and she gets the Arraki to be like, well we owe this mutant a debt of gratitude for his role in making our new home, and actually his actions sound totally acceptable, we’re honestly not sure what the problem is, actually he sounds more like us than you so we’re happy to offer him sanctuary, and then the Council would shit their pants because they don’t want to lose an omega mutant to their war-like cousins since you KNOW more than a few of them are making contingencies in case they ever have to fight them again, and like, it’d split the loyalties of the entire Summers Clan in doubt and just...tons of story possibilities there. Lots to consider.

Eh, that’s not where they’re going with this at all though, so whatever. I’ll actually be really surprised if they do end up writing John as managing to successfully kill Empath.

Last thoughts.....this was weirdly the first time they EVER made me give a crap about Nanny? They managed to make me more interested in her in one issue than they have in her previous thirty-five years of existence, gave her more DEVELOPMENT in one issue than in all of that time, and when she was willing to sacrifice her just to save the orphanage from being destroyed I was like, holy shit. I....like...her?

And then they fucking ruined it all the very next page with how they had her react to Peter, and their ominous as fuck final epitaph. I’ll wait on deciding my full thoughts and feelings about that, and see just WHAT Peter ends up doing as a result....I have a feeling things are not going to end well for him and we might be close to seeing the last of him, especially with the inferences they’ve made about how destructive Peter’s true power is - whatever the hell it actually is. Like, Peter, at least, I can see the Council being more than willing to leave in the Hole, or just....put at the back of the resurrection queue for the rest of eternity. Which is shitty but would be perfectly in keeping with them and also I don’t actually know what he’s going to do yet.....like, is it going to be some bullshit like HE tries to destroy the Nursery or some shit because Nanny wanted to save it, or more likely is it gonna be something like he goes to the Right and betrays Krakoa or whatever and gives them valuable intel or something like that? Idk. 

Finally - YES MADDY’S COMING BACK. And she’s gonna be pisssssssed. Like, I don’t see how they’re planning to approach that, like....I’m expecting Xavier to try some serious editing on her back-up to maneuver WHICH point in time Maddy will come back remembering up to, because uh....that’s gonna matter a lot. But since this is all happening against his objections in the first place, and this seems more like Emma’s personal crusade to try and make up for her part in all this, I wouldn’t be surprised if Maddy comes back with full memories up to her most recent back-up.....which means she’s going to still be full on hating all of them, being like FUCK Krakoa AND your amnesty for all mutants I just want you all to burn, and oh yeah, on TOP of all that its inevitable she’s going to find out how much some of them FOUGHT to keep her from being resurrected, like....? Oh there is like only a 1 or 2% chance this ends any way other than TERRIBLY for everyone concerned.

(And yet I still hope they pull it off, because I don’t want her back just for one or two more issues, I want her back longterm. Ideally, I’d love her to take Jean’s place on the Council and pull it off with the support of like Mystique and Emma and Destiny and others as a giant fuck you to Xavier, but I’d also settle for her ditching Krakoa for Arakko and being like these are more my kinda people and also you can’t do shit to me here).

Oh and PS - lolololololol forever at Hank fucking McCoy trying to give Emma shit for her actions here. Like I mean, at least he’s AWARE he has literally no leg to stand on, whatsoever? I mean, I guess there’s that? But still. LMFAO OMG SHUT UP HANK YOU LITERALLY DON’T GET TO SAY SHIT ABOUT ANYONE ELSE BEING SHADY EVER.

Edit: Oh and also I forgot - I need to know how MUCH the Council found out about Sinister’s experiments, in particular if they found out he was ALREADY experimenting with making chimera mutants, like way ahead of schedule according to Moira’s LAST life in Powers of X, when like, the chimera mutants were a recent development as of a full hundred years in the future from now. Like, that changes a LOT and I would love to know what Xavier, Moira and Magneto think of that accelerated timetable and how it might change things.

[samwrights]

Between the Lines, pt II

Here is part two to @anianimol ‘s Ukai Breeding Kink request—literally 70% of this particular portion is smut. Please proceed with caution if you are uncomfortable with the following:

Warnings: language, nicotine and alcohol consumption, implied emotionally abusive relationship, breeding/impreg kink, dirty talk, rough sex, risky sex, road head, slight dub-con, praise, multiple smut scenes, 3rd person POV reader-insert—because the word ‘you’ just didn’t seem to fit.

“Trust me, this car ride is torture enough.”

“I could make it worse.” Ukai Keishin did not like the sound of that in the slightest. He was already going well over the speed limit on the freeway and praying to the gods above that he wouldn’t get pulled over and—

The widespread panic that was bleeding into his veins stopped entirely when he feels the button to his jeans being freed.

“Are you insane?!” The blonde snarls, though he cannot deny the fact that his lust is now at full speed ahead with a brick on the gas pedal. [name] says nothing in response—only teases him further by unzipping his pants and running her fingernails over his boxer-clad half-hard cock while he’s fighting to focus on getting back home. Keishin squeezes the steering wheel with both hands tightly, the skin over his knuckles turning white as she frees his length only to re-capture it in her mouth. The warmth welcomes him entirely, sweetly, and it’s sending his mind into a lust-laden frenzy.

As soon as the two of them exit the freeway, they’re stopped at a light. Ukai takes the opportunity to adjust his jeans to give [name] more room to work because there was absolutely no fighting this now. Not with the way her hand is wrapped around the base of cock just to hold it upright while she swallows the entirety of his length and girth. At this point, she’s literally praising it, worshipping even, with her attentive tongue; lapping at every centimeter of skin, laving at the prominent veins, suckling on the tip to coerce his pre-cum.

“Ah, fuck,” Ukai hisses when his tip hits the back of her throat. They were almost back to his apartment above the Sakanoshita store—he could hold on for just five more minutes. He hoped. Though it was proving difficult with pleased gargles rumbling in her throat as she repeatedly swallowed every goddamn inch of his dick. Keishin can’t help but breathe heavy, trying to make sure he’s keeping oxygen going to his brain because fuck he can’t think straight right now. Not with the way this angelic creature had been taking him whole. It’s taking everything in him to not thrust his hips to meet with her lips, because he knows once he starts, he’s going to accidentally end up slamming on the gas pedal. Literally. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good thing I’m thirsty,” [name] responds, hardly missing a beat as she pulls away briefly to supply her sassy remark. Immediately returning to the task at hand, she relaxes her throat walls to relentlessly swallow every single inch until her face is pressing into his stomach and she chokes down his seed. For some reason, it doesn’t surprise him in the slightest when she greedily swallows every drop while simultaneously coercing the rest from his tip. It does funny things to Keishin, seeing this beautiful ray of sunlight so hungry, so desperate for him, and it turns on all the switches to his filthiest desires.

“Open your mouth princess,” he croons, affectionately rubbing at her messy locks, “I wanna make sure you swallowed all of it.” [name] sticks out her puffy tongue, saying ‘ahh’ for emphasis, while he looks down for a hasty inspection. “Good girl,” he offers almost endearingly when she passes.

The second he pulls in to his drive way, Ukai threads his calloused fingers into her locks and pulls her lips desperately to his to taste the mix of them on her tongue. Despite the unsavory act, he gives her an enthusiastic kiss with one hand cupping her cheek and constant back and forth spit swapping because, damn it all, she made him feel things he thought long died. Desperation, depravity, desire—all of those feelings were reignited in Ukai and it was all her fault. But he doesn’t care that there’s more than sexual tension in their motions—he wants it that way. Their kiss rather sweet, loving even, as if to tell her this was more than lust and that he hoped [name] felt that too.

Or as if to act as a premature apology for the things he was going to do to her.

The week of unintentional teasing certainly served its purpose, [name] mused somewhere between the lines. It had worked out better than she’d ever dreamed of, and those were often recurring wet dreams, no less.

She had always pictured Keishin to be a rough lover but she’d never expected him to be as filthy as this. The bare man behind her had her face pressing into a pillow as he rammed into her sensitive hole, unabashedly howling his own salacious fantasies. There was not a single curse word in any collective lexicon that hadn’t left his mouth tonight and goddammit it was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

“Oh, fuck yeah, you’re taking me so well kid,” he grits out, giving a particularly hard thrust because he wants to keep hearing her scream every time his dick drags along her walls, “this everything you’ve been dreaming about, kid? Been dreaming about my fucking cock stuffing your pussy?”

The dirty talk sends electrical pulses from her ears down [name]’s spine—who knew that words alone could bring her so close to orgasm? But she can’t find words of her own at the moment. The only comprehensible sounds coming to her mind are throaty moans and pants and weak screams as Keishin grabs her by the wrists to force her hips to meet with his. But it’s not enough that he’s all but reaming her, no. He yanks her back even further until her chest is sticking out and her head is thrown back unintentionally to look up at him as he pounds her.

She’s beautiful, he muses internally, even with her eyes nearly shut in depravity and drool running down the corner of her mouth and repeated, mindless babble of approval of the way he was fucking her. She was so goddamn beautiful and he was going to make her his in every sense of the word.

Overwhelmed with the sight, Keishin adjusts his grip so that one of his hands holds her in place while the other cups her jaw and gingerly brings her closer to kiss her.

He loves kissing her, he learned rather quickly.

Even the smallest shift in their position cause Ukai to prod at different spot within her core, forcing [name] to clamp down on his length. “Ooh, right there, baby?” But she can only nod when he makes it a point to make sure he’s hitting that same area over and over. “Yeah? You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, you’re gonna make me cum. You want my cum, princess?”

Good god, [name] could just listen to him talk and she could get off.

She can’t help her clenching core, not with the way Keishin is smacking his hips into hers like a piston or the way his cock starts twitching as he falls over the dam of his own orgasm. “Oh fuck yeah, princess. Take my cum like a good girl, baby, fuck.” His words stifle and give way to his labored breathing until he physically can’t even let out a sound—a telltale sign that he should probably slow down before he passes out.

[name] collapses chest down onto the bed as soon as Ukai lets go of her wrists; her back rising and falling as she attempts to catch her own breath. Ukai is doing much of the same, though he’s sitting on his haunches while staring out the window as the morning sun filters in. What time was it anyway?

As soon as he feels like his legs aren’t numb anymore, he hovers over the side of the bed in search of his cell phone before moving to rest his back against his headboard—it was only seven right now, meaning the store wouldn’t open for another two hours. Momentarily Ukai is grateful it’s as early as it is because that means his mother wasn’t downstairs listening to him essentially impregnate someone. But even more so, he’s grateful to see the way the rising sun reflects the sheen of sweat on [name]’s back. It made her glow even more than the glitter she wore on her cheeks when she was out for the night or disco lights shining off her pearly whites.

She’s so fucking beautiful, he thinks again, and he doesn’t realize he’s staring at her until he deciphers the [eye color]ed orbs staring back at him. A part of her wants to say something, probably the reason she was opening and closing her mouth, but words just don’t come out. What would she even say if she had a voice right now? She can’t say she loves him because that’s just weird and too clingy, nor can she say thank you because that’s even weirder—

“C’mere.” Ukai murmurs softly, patting at his bare chest. [name] quirks a brow, which prompts the former to give a roll of his honey brown eyes, before reaching for one of her wrists and hoisting her up to rest on him. When her head nestles along his collar bone, he wraps one arm tightly around her waist and presses a chaste kiss into her sweaty hair. It’s a delicate, wholesome moment that Ukai thought he’d never get the chance to share with anyone for awhile, let alone with a club patron or an ex of one of his club members.

It’s a tender, loving moment in which he takes advantage of the opportunity to ask the questions that had been gnawing at him for the last several days.

“Cardboard Swords,” he says as gently and as firmly as he’s holding her.

“Huh?”

“I wanted to ask you earlier, but it kinda didn’t seem appropriate at the time.” It’s not a full question by any means, but she understands the syntax well enough.

“And you think after emptying a second load in me is more appropriate?” She jokes, causing the man that’s holding her to groan because he knows. He doesn’t fall for bullshit and he knows that question was just [name] deflecting. “Fine, fine. Um, Flannel was mine and Suga’s break up song. I figured you could tell that much.” She concedes temporarily, shifting uncomfortably in his arms. Why does he even want to know this, she wonders. But she remembers clear as day him asking what Sugawara did to make her be the dull person she was back in high school, versus the firecracker on the Fourth of July that she was now. She figured she at least owed him some form of reprieve considering he satiated her high school and current fantasies.

Well, one of them anyway.

And while she remained quiet, Keishin’s analytical mind is hard at work recounting the memory of her lips moving along to every line. The thing that the DJ loves the most about music is that he can tell when a beat or a line hits close to home by how loud their expression is. His mind starts piecing things together based off of context and evidence and [name] can tell by the way his breathing begins to quicken that he just might be onto something.

“It’s fine. We went our separate ways after graduating. He did his thing, I did my thing.” She says to quell his steadily rising anxiety. Though she was unsure why it was beginning to crest, considering he hadn’t vocalized his personal deductions. Part of her wondered if he got it right, part of her doesn’t even care because Sugawara doesn’t matter to her anymore.

“And your thing is hanging out at a dingy club every night?”

“Hey, don’t call my aunt’s club dingy.”

“Your what?! Family friend, my ass!” This girl was going to be the death of him, he decides. Because now it made so much more sense of how she vaguely knew of his schedule (not that it was necessarily damning evidence), or why she was there in the first place and as often, or why she knew where Bevelle lived off the back of her hand. But shit, that just means he slept with his boss’s niece who is eight years his junior and—

“Dude, relax,” [name] stresses the command, pinching the nipple closest to her to pull Ukai from his reverie. “How do you think you got the job in the first place, coach? Though, aunt ‘Velle only showed me your application—she made the initial decision to offer you the job. I didn’t realize it was you that took the name Spira.” His mind is piecing more things together and he’s starting to learn to hate that his mind does that.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Hey, I didn’t know you were gonna fuck me—“ Ukai lets out a noise, a hybrid noise between annoyance and embarrassment before rolling over to trap [name] between his bed and himself. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, doesn’t want to think about it because the more he does, the deeper hole he digs for himself.

“I’d do it again, too. If you’ll let me.” Regardless of the strange sense of shame and irritation he felt, Keishin’s voice came out rather soft. Probably because he knew were it not for [name]’s meddling and the string of circumstances, she wouldn’t be here with him right now. In a weird sense, he’s grateful—grateful for the way she answers with her arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him flush against her, bringing his lips to hers once again.

“Will you, though?” She asks after they break for a breather. [name] can’t help the question from leaving her lungs as much as she doesn’t want to think about what comes after this. And Keishin understands the query that’s hidden in between the lines and he’s unsure if he’s ready to verbalize his answer. So rather than putting it into words, his lips cover hers once again.

It’s much sweeter than the others—it’s gingerly and warm, softer than powdered sugar, and for a moment the two of them are enveloped in their moment together. But it’s not enough for Ukai, not in the slightest. Not with the way he’s overwhelmed with the need to chase this profound sense of urgency to stake his claim.

It’s not enough even with his mouth meandering further down her jaw and her neck, leaving little bites and bruises in his wake. It’s not enough in the way his tongue parts her labia and massages the inner walls of her core or suckles down her clit until she’s screaming once again. It’s not enough even when he slides his dick in one more time and is welcomed with the warmth of home.

Ukai is torn with the dichotomy of wanting to be rough with [name], wanting to smack his hips and drive his cock far enough in her that she has bruises around her opening and on her uterus, and absolutely letting every truth fly off his tongue. But his body decides for him in the way he lurches over her bucking body, one hand cradling her jaw with his thumb brushing over her bruised lips.

“Keishin...” [name] calls out in a strangled song, “h-harder, please!”

Her cries break his final thread of sanity.

“Yeah, you want more princess?” He grits out. His free hand traces patterns down her stomach before honing in on her clit, frantically circling at the bundle of nerves and driving his length in her cunt to match. [name] gave an innate squeeze at the sudden added stimulation, ready for her orgasm to wash over her once again. “You’re squeezing me so fucking good, baby. You want my cum?”

“P-please, cum inside me.” The subtle pleas shred every fiber of his control. Keishin releases his grip on both her clit and her jaw, hands scooping under her hips to angle her upward to find her pressure point once again. Leave it to this guy to be able to find it with ease after only one trial run. “Oh fuck, Keishin!”

“Fuck yes, baby, you want my cum? Want me to fill you up again? You’re just begging me to fuck a baby into you, aren’t you?” [name] clenched with a death grip, her subconscious going into overload. She’d never admit out loud that she’d fantasized about marrying the DJ and having a family with him maybe once or twice. Or every other week. She’d take that secret to the grave.

And while Keishin didn’t necessarily mean for his words to come out the way they did, he found himself unbothered by it all. Because he wants to know more, wants to have more than this one night with [name]. It only made it a thousand times better knowing she was getting off to his private kink, swallowing his cock whole to coax his seed to spill. “Aw, fuck yeah, gonna breed you like my own little whore,” he grits out, hips stuttering as his dick twitches, spurting his cum within her walls once again.

“Fuck a baby into me, huh?” [name] laughs after Keishin collapses on top of her, panting heavily to catch his breath.

“Sorry, was that too much?” She only laughs once more in response.

“Nah, that was perfect.”

Perfect was the only way to describe the way Keishin felt about [name], even a year later after their first night together. Sex aside, because that was perfection in its own right, the relationship that had bloomed between the two of them was everything the coach had been waiting for. The envy he had once felt for his fellow DJs for seizing the opportunity to sleep with other club patrons had subsided entirely considering Ukai had gotten the creme de la creme.

[name] now owned the club.

Bevelle, her aunt and the woman that initially hired Keishin a few years back, had been prepping and grooming [name] since she graduated high school to take over her business so that Bevelle could move on to new ventures. The night she started learning the ins and outs of running the club was the very same night Ukai had come in as a guest with the neighborhood association.

Apparently offering him a job was supposed to be a joke, but Bevelle knew something was strange with the way her niece was hyper-fixated on the blonde volleyball coach. Nobody knew things were going to turn out as well as they did.

Ukai finally stopped tending to the farm after five years of dedication and, instead, began helping [name] at the club on nights he wasn’t Spira. It was a weird sense of pride that surged within his center to know that the two of them both had their own businesses and both were relatively successful—it made Ukai feel powerful.

Like it wasn’t entirely wrong that the two of them were together despite the eight year gap.

And, in their world, it wasn’t. [name], while she rarely showed it, suffered a lot of heartbreak during and after her relationship with Sugawara Koushi—one that left her with a lot of metaphorical scars that mentally aged her by at least five years. It took years for her to heal, to feel content in her solidarity, and that aged her even more. In a sense, however, these also drove her ambition to be successful, her true, fun-loving self, and to share the love she wished she had received back then.

It took a few months for Keishin to unearth just how badly Suga had hurt her. After hearing how manipulative he was of her and everyone around her, it was no wonder she made it a point to love loudly and overtly—something Ukai seemed to thrive off of. While their relationship may have appeared strange to those on the outside looking in, it was nobody’s business but theirs.

It was even more peculiar from an outsider perspective considering the couple had just welcomed their son barely three months ago. “You literally fucked a baby into me!” [name] had been a cross between flustered, angry, and overjoyed when she found out of her pregnancy. Keishin’s mind was a mile a minute when she told him, but he couldn’t deny the sense of pride and lust and desire he felt.

If anything, it only made those feelings worse—like he wanted to do it again and again because goddamn it, it meant that [name] was entirely his, carrying their baby and all. But she knew her partner well enough to know when Keishin got that dangerous, nearly predatory, glint in his honey brown eyes, he was aiming for kid number two. “Thank god I’m on birth control.” She often mutters between catching her breath whenever the mood struck the volleyball coach.

“So you don’t mind if I keep trying then, right?”

“Keishin, no—“

“Oh, so you don’t mind?”

“Keishin!”

Thank you all for bearing through this lengthy monstrosity! Again, I had a whole bunch of fun writing it.

[artificialqueens]

Flower Files, Part 4 (Malaska, Courtya) - Albatross

AN: Been awhile but I’m hoping to get back into posting soon!

Bonus points if you know what anime inspired chapter 7!

Chapter 7: Malaska

A perfectly sunny day, a light breeze, and a casual stroll through the botanical gardens with her girlfriend…what more could Alaska want on a Saturday afternoon?

She used to visit the garden often as a kid, both with her family and with her school. It was one of her favorite memories from childhood and now as an adult, she’s come to love the gardens even more. There was just something so relaxing about wandering through all the rows of flowers and trees, watching the birds and butterflies dart through and around you, sitting on one of the cozy little benches as the ducks and geese swam around the many man-made ponds. She could hardly believe it when Manila had told her that she’d never been to the gardens before!

She booked their tickets for the following weekend, excited to share the beauty of the gardens with someone for the very first time. And Manila’s first reaction didn’t disappoint. As soon as they stepped beyond the ivy covered entrance gate, her eyes went wide with glee and wonder.

Everywhere you turned there was an overflowing abundance of colorful plants, sculptures or wildlife. Butterflies flew haphazardly between the people, sampling all the flowers as they spread out their beautiful wings. Birds sang in the trees, picked seeds or bugs from the plants, or drank from the babbling bird baths scattered through the park. The air smelled absolutely fragrant and alive as you passed between all the clusters of different flowers.

She looked so blissfully dazed as she rushed from one display piece to the next, determined not to miss anything. Manila read through all the little placards she could find, learning about the history of the gardens, donation stories of particular plant species or sculptures, or simply how to identify the different animals and insects that also visited the garden.

Alaska hung back, letting Manila explore at her own pace, as she drank the iced tea she bought from the kiosk next to the Conservatory. She wanted to save the indoor portion of the garden for last; it was, in her opinion, the most impressive of everything the nature preserve had to offer. And Manila was fine with waiting until the end to see it, though it certainly did pique her curiosity.

In the meantime, they made a loop around the landscape, visiting the pollinator fields, the hedge maze and topiary section, even catching one of the fountain shows that played every hour. As they finally circled back to the Conservatory, Manila felt a rush of excitement as they opened the doors to the expansive greenhouse.

Alaska was right to save it for last, Manila thought to herself. 

The first step inside absolutely took her breath away; full grown trees greeted them, as did hanging clumps of flowers and vines. The middle of the floor was sunken in and flooded, curtesy of the miniature waterfall at the other end of the room being fed from an outdoor pond. Floating plants drifted with the man-made current, swirling gently to create a mesmerizing sight. Lily pads littered the surface in so many colors that Manila could hardly believe it; it was like seeing one of Monet’s paintings in real life!

Everywhere she looked, there was a new species of plant that she had never seen before; all of them so bright and eye catching. Manila insisted on visiting every section of the greenhouse that was open to the public, including the children’s garden. Alaska followed behind, snapping a few pictures here and there, sometimes of the flowers but most of her girlfriend’s infectious smile.

As she was trying to focus her phone’s camera on a clump of blue and purple hydrangeas, Alaska felt a pair of arms wrapping snuggly around her waist. A swift kiss was pressed to her cheek just before she heard Manila urging, “Follow me!”

“Okay,” Alaska laughed, taking a quick picture and shoving her phone back into her pocket, “Why though?”

“I found something that reminds me of you!” she boasted, a secretive little smile playing out on her lips.

Unfortunately, Alaska was all too familiar with this situation. Certain memories of childhood teasing that were best left forgotten began to creep in at the edges of her mind. Sighing heavily, she dragged her feet and warned, “Is it that statue? Because I’ve already heard that joke before.”

Too much, she thought bitterly. She could almost hear her classmates comparing her to the gangly, oversized statue once again. The one whose limbs looked stretched until they barely resembled a human’s. The one whose perfectly pale marble expression looked almost like an imitation of The Scream and whose creepy pose of outstretched arms reaching for the flowers surrounding her haunted several children’s nightmares. The one that utterly and completely towered over most kids that came to visit…except for Alaska, of course. It’s head was only a few inches higher than her own when her class had visited the gardens in elementary school but the similarities of skin tone, height, and awkward proportions were more than enough for her classmates to compare her to the disturbing looking fixture.

As Manila continued to drag Alaska towards what she had discovered, she twisted her head around to look at her girlfriend with a mild degree of confusion. “Statue?” she asked curiously.

“The one they put in the middle of the children’s garden?” Alaska explained. Upon seeing Manila’s blank face, she added in with a groan, “The creepy one that looks like a cousin of slenderman? ‘Flower girl’, it’s called, I think?”

Shaking her head, Manila replied, “No…just wait, it’s over here.” 

Rounding the last corner of the pathway, Manila led her on for another 3 yards before stopping in the small clearing surrounding a miniature fountain. Pointing proudly to the Birds of Paradise encircling the bubbling water fixture, Manila exclaimed, “These!”

Leaning heavily against her girlfriend, Manila laced their fingers together as she explained, “These remind me of you cause they’re so unique. There’s nothing else around here that looks like them, or are as colorful…And it kinda looks like they’re all facing the sun, the way you do. You always keep your head up and try to see the positive in everything.” Pressing a swift, gentle kiss to Alaska’s jawline, Manila concluded with, “They just make me happy to look at, like you do. That’s why I thought of you when I found them.”

A rush of warmth quickly spread through Alaska’s chest until it was concentrated right at the center of her heart. Her emotions felt like they were bubbling to surface only to get caught in her throat leaving her unable to truly express just how happy and loved she felt. Instead all she could do was pull Manila in for a proper kiss, passionate and deep, letting her actions explain everything her tongue couldn’t.

When they reluctantly broke apart, foreheads resting against one another and perfectly jubilant smiles stretching across both women’s lips, Alaska finally found the voice to speak. “You’re the sweetest, you know that?” she whispered low enough for only them alone to hear.

“Only with you,” Manila replied coyly. “You wanna go check out the rest of the greenhouse now?”

Laughing, Alaska pulled away and took another appreciative look at the flowers. “In a minute,” she said. “I wanna look at these just a little longer.”

Chapter 8: Courtya

It took almost three full days but Katya was finally unpacked. A brand new apartment, all her own, that she could enjoy for the first time in her life. From the time she started college, moved out of her parent’s house, and all the way up until this last promotion at work, she’d always lived with at least one other person. Sometimes family, sometimes a girlfriend but usually just someone she sort of got along with and could help pay rent. She never had a place that was wholly and truly her’s…until now. 

To say she was excited would be a massive understatement; it felt like a huge milestone she’d been putting off because she never felt financially secure or even just brave enough at times to try living alone. But now that time was finally here; a chance to make this space her own. A chance to turn this apartment into a home.

Arranging the move and packing up everything had been the easy part, she soon discovered. The unpacking and reorganizing…not so much. But then again, order and discipline never really was her strong suit. Often she found herself getting so sidetracked looking for  just one specific thing among all the boxes, that she’d forget to put away anything else in the meantime. It added quite a bit of time to her unpacking and usually led to a rather large mess in most of her rooms. 

But after working almost nonstop for three days straight, everything eventually found a place in her new home. All that was left was to place the flattened boxes outside with the recyclables and dispose of all the packaging supplies. Then she could relax and settle in for this new chapter of her life.

Somewhere between the move itself on Friday and the unpacking that took over the majority of her weekend, Katya managed to spare a few minutes to answer her texts. Most were congratulatory, others offered moving tips or even to come and help. But one person actually asked if they could come over for a visit; Courtney.

A rush of giddiness swept through Katya in spite of the exhaustion seeping out from every pore. She couldn’t think of a better first houseguest than Courtney…and with any luck she can recommend a good restaurant or two nearby while Katya tried to find the energy to go grocery shopping. 

Her fingers typed out her new address at a lightning quick speed and within minutes Courtney announced that she was on her way over. 

If anyone asked, Katya would deny to her last breath that a delighted little squeal emanated from her lips as she read the message. No, she would simply say that she reviewed the text calmly , set down her phone on the kitchen counter, and walked over to the bathroom to freshen up. Because after all, who, after spending a long, exhausting day running around their apartment, moving furniture to just the right spot, arranging all of their little knickknacks and collectibles perfectly on the shelves and tucking away all of the other housing essentials, wouldn’t want to take a nice, hot shower and clean up a little? Particularly if they knew that company near and dear to their heart would be coming over very soon. 

So one quick shower and a fresh pair of clothes later, Katya was back to laying on the couch and anxiously awaiting a knock on her door. Just a few minutes after her TV show flipped to the next episode, Courtney announced her presence. 

Katya sprung from the couch and opened her front door with an exuberant smile on her face. Courtney’s excitement easily matched Katya’s own as a wide grin stretched from ear to ear, brightening the world around her. 

“Congrats on the new apartment!” she commended. Somehow her smile seemed to grow as she raised the leafy parcel in her hands. “Brought you a housewarming gift.”

Courtney held out a large, vibrant plant towards Katya, earning a muffled sound of joy. Eagerly accepting the gift, Katya wrapped her hands around the pot, letting her fingers brush against Courtney’s as they carefully exchanged ownership. 

“Thanks!” Katya exclaimed, carefully examining her new plant, “You shouldn’t ha-” Wait a minute. Her smile fell into something of a pout as the excitement quickly drained from her voice. ”…this is plastic,” she said flatly.

“Uh huh,” Courtney agreed, a pleasant smile still plastered on her face. Her eyes, however, now held a teasing glint in them. “And after you prove you can take care of this little guy, I’ll buy you a real one.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she continued on with, “You know, finding a nice sunny spot to put it, rotating the pot, dusting it every now and then. Perhaps even… weekly,” she mocked in a stage-whisper.

“You fucking bitch,” Katya grinned, side stepping the door. “Come on in…By the way, you wanna get something to eat with me? I’m starving.“

[thiswasinevitableid]

Taste of Home (Indruck)

Prompt for the 13th was: strange harvest

Most days, Duck isn’t too worried about the dirt on his hands or the bits of leaves that stick to his clothes. Most days, he’s not about to meet with a reclusive, wealthy donor to the Kepler Botanical Gardens who has specifically requested Duck be present. 

When he enters the meeting room, Thacker is waiting for him along with a tall, pale-haired man sporting red glasses.

“Ah, here’s Duck now.” Thacker smiles. 

“Sorry, uh, thought we weren’t meeting until-”

“-One. You’re correct, I have a habit of getting a bit, ah, ahead of things t times.” The man offers a wide smile that’s polite but also gives Duck the heebie-jeebies.

“Duck, this here is Mr. Cold. He’s one of the garden’s longest standin supporters. He’s got a project for us, and asked that you be the one in charge of it.”

“I was quite impressed with your work on the native plant section, and I’m told you headed the transplant and maintenance of the tree specimens in the New Zealand section, which is no mean feat.”

“Thanks, I’m real proud of both. What do you have in mind? Is it an exhibit?”

“A private collection. Come, let me show you.” Mr. Cold unrolls a set of plans as Duck shoots a glance at Thacker.

“Didn’t know we did that sort thing.”

“We do for Mr.Cold. Whelp, I gotta go lead a tour. Mr. Cold, I leave you in Duck’s capable hands.”

He joins the taller man in front of the plans; they’re for a garden within a greenhouse, the structure as angular and distinct as the man requesting it. He knows the greenhouse hs Cold’s name above it, is usually used as a teaching space

“I imagine you think me rather selfish for requesting to use your space in such a way.” Mr. Cold doesn’t look up from where he’s making final notes on the paper, as if the answer is a foregone conclusion. 

“Think it’s kinda strange, but I ain’t about to rule on it bein selfish until you tell me what I’m actually doin.”

“I have several species of trees, flowers, and shrubs that I need grown. They are, ah, rather difficult to cultivate anywhere other than their native home, and I am not a skilled gardener at the best of times. Hence my seeking out someone who, I presume, has not killed multiple succulents in the last two months.” The man looks a little ashamed, then clears his throat, “the plants I am asking you to grow are the only specimens of their kind on earth.”

“How’d you get them, then?” Duck tries to keep the suspicion out of his voice, but this feels more and more like some rich guy made an impulse purchase of something that should be in a seed bank or species ark somewhere.

“I brought small specimens over from my home, which is where they grow. But I couldn’t keep them alive, and they were already rare. Last I heard they were all wiped out by an, ah, an illness. I stored seeds from my specimens in hopes of one day regrowing them.”

Duck looks at the diagram closely; the plant’s are actually sketched in, not just noted by name and the number of eraser marks suggest Mr. Cold spent a long time planning out exactly where each one went.

“You’re askin us to do all this because you’re homesick?”

“Yes. I have been away from home for a long, long time. The Kepler gardens have been a refuge for me. Lately I’ve been drawn to the woodland and prairie type sections.”

“I helped with a lot of those.”

Mr. Cold turns to him with a smile, “I know. That is another reason I requested you. But, before we go any further, I must make something clear; these specimens they mean...they are so, so precious to me. And secrecy is a must, for reasons I can only half explain. They would be solely under your care and protection. If that is not a responsibility you wish to take, I understand entirely.”

Behind the red glasses, Duck can just see a glint of hope. 

“Think I’m up to the challenge.”

“Wonderful” Mr. Cold claps his hands together, “in that case, there is not a moment to lose. Here, this is everything you need.” He produces a briefcase, inside which sits ten packets of seeds and three pits, bout the size of an avocado pit.”

“All the information I have on ideal growing conditions is in the attached notebook, and the seeds are labeled. If you have any questions, ny at all, my phone number is in there s well.”

 He pauses, smiles, and murmurs to himself, “it's been awhile since I gave anyone my phone number.”

Duck opts to ignore the stealthy glance at his arms and carefully takes the case, “Thanks, this’ll all be real helpful. 

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He doesn’t see his new patron (as Juno calls Mr. Cold) for a week. When he does, he’s on his belly, checking for any sign of sprouts in the greenhouse. 

“How goes the growing?” Mr. Cold asks from the direction of Duck’s feet. 

The gardener rolls over and sits up, “Not much to report, just trying to keep an eye on ‘em so I don’t miss anythin important.”

Mr. Cold offers his hand, helping Duck up, “I appreciate the care you’re taking, Duck. I hope it isn’t cutting into your other work too badly.”

“Had to move somethings around, but that's just the nature of this kind of work.”

Mr. Cold chuckles, “Pun intended?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“Oh. Your, h, your lunch time is coming up right? I was wondering if you would let me take you to lunch as an, ah, extra thank you?” He’s spinning a small ring on his finger, the shyness almost charming, and Duck felt neutral at best about the sandwich he brought today.

“Sure, thanks.”

Mr. Cold grins, “Oh good. Where would you like to go? I hear the crystal palace has a lovely lunch.”

“The fancy Japanese place? Pretty sure they got a dress code.”

“Brush off the dirt and you look completely respectable.”

Duck raises an eyebrow, “I was talkin about you.”

They both stare down at the classy but still very clear pajama pants Mr. Cold is wearing. 

“Fair point. How do you feel about Indian food?”

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Duck’s stepped into some sort of painting. And here he thought he was just wandering into the birch grove. 

Indrid (“”I really prefer that name”) is laying on his back on a bench. Sun streams between the branches, falling across his face, making it all angle and shadow in ways Duck wants to sit and study. His silver hair is ruffling in the breeze, and his glasses are pushed up his forehead. Eyes shut and hands folded on his stomach, he reminds Duck of the paintings in fairytales of someone waiting for true loves kiss. 

He’s worried he might be the one to give it.

They’re having lunch once a week at least now, the awkwardness of the first time melting away as Duck got going on a tangent about dandelions only to find Indrid, elbows on the table and chin in his hands, listening to him so intently he blushed on reflex. Then he was giggling as Indrid pulled a custom-made curly straw out of a small tin in order to drink his Mango lassi. And then Indrid had laughed at his laugh and it all fell into place, the conversation so easy it’s as if they’d know each other for years. 

Then there were the frequent visits by Indrid to the greenhouse to check on the progress. Which, if Duck does say so himself, if pretty fucking good. The plants are thriving, reaching for the light, and the trees are already flowering in deep blue stars, the speed with which they reached adulthood fascinating to him. Sometimes Indrid just comes to see the gardens, but always seeks Duck out to say hello and smile that increasingly charming smile at him. 

But the biggest change has come with Indrid asking if Duck would be interested in designing a small garden for him 

“Something very simple and manageable. Hardy too.”

“Any plant preferences?”

“No, I trust your judgement entirely, though you may have to help me with their maintenance the first few weeks, if that is alright.”

Duck would have done it even if Indrid wasn't paying him. He liked sitting in the living room, surrounded by strange art and  crumpled papers, showing Indrid how to tend houseplants. And when they sit on the back porch, each dirt-smudged and grass stained, Indrid sipping soda while Duck nursed a single beer, the other man kept beaming at the new, small patch of garden, Duck’s heart wanted to burst from his chest and flutter around. 

Last night, he stayed late for dinner, and as he was checking over the houseplants…

“I’m fond of this one. It’s sturdy and makes me smile, much like you.” Indrid murmurs as he steps beside him. 

Duck slides a smile his way “Dunno, partial to this snake plant we chose; unique and kinda tall, just like you.”

It’s the worlds weakest flirtation, but as Indrid steps away his fingers tease Duck’s lower back, “I wonder if they can cross-pollinate.”

All of this is why Duck decides to leave Indrid be. Because playing prince charming to one of the gardens donors could backfire and shatter his whole career if he reads things wrong. 

The path takes him past Indrid, and he steps lightly. But just as he passes Indrid's head, cool fingers find his own. 

“How is my favorite flora expert today?” Indrid purrs, eyes still shut.

“Good. Uh. Yeah, good. How’d you know-”

“It was you? I have my ways.” Indrid grins, squeezing his hand once before letting go, “are we still on for lunch tomorrow? I can bring you that soup you like.”

“That’d be great.” Duck hesitates, reaches down and ruffles Indrid’s hair. The other man sighs, rubs his face against Ducks palm. 

“I can't wait.”

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It takes him until ten pm to remember he left his phone in the greenhouse. Which would not be a problem, except he’s supposed to take a call early tomorrow from Jane, the first time in months they’ve been able to talk.

Plus, he’s been having an excellent text conversation with Indrid until his last rounds, sending him pictures of the plants in the greenhouse, which all look ready to bloom in the next day, and the strange fruit on the trees; speckled gold and white, and smelling faintly of marshmallow. Indrid’s reply texts were filled with excitement (and a great deal of praise, which Duck is thoroughly enjoying).  He wants to keep that going as soon as he can.

He finds his phone on the workbench, looks up just in time to see glowing red eyes reflected in the glass. 

Something’s in the greenhouse with him. Which should be impossible, because only two people have the keys. 

Turning, he scans the plants and spots a large, dark shape holding very still behind the trees. Which would work better if said trees were not so thin.

“I am aware this is not a good hiding place.”

Duck gasps, not expecting it to talk, then steps back when the creature emerges. It towers over him, antennae twitching and wings rustling slightly. His mind puts all the pieces together, and he understands only half of them. 

“Why the fuck is the mothman breakin into my greenhouse.”

The antenna flatten slightly, “I am not breaking in. Do you see any broken glass?”

“No, but I got one key, and the only other person with one ain’t here. And put those down, they ain’t yours.” Duck reaches for the two fruits, each clasped between a pair of clawed hands, only for Mothman to raise his arms. 

“They are, in fact, mine. If you would stop trying to knock me over I can explain.”

“Uh uh, first you gotta put down Indrid’s things, then you can explain.”

The creature chirrs, annoyed, and points at its neck, “His things? Such as this key perhaps?”

Duck stops moving, staring at the key before rising his gaze to the mothmans face and meeting his eyes for the first time. 

“What the fuck? Indrid, what the fuck?”

A sheepish chirp, “There was not a good way to tell you I am a famous cryptid. At least, I did not feel there was one. I was worried you would be afraid of me if you knew.”

“Feelin a little too confused to be afraid. Did, did I just grow a mothman garden instead of a butterfly garden?”

The laugh is unmistakably Indrid, “In a way. I was telling the truth when I said these were from my home, but my need for them went beyond homesickness. Every twenty five years, my kind are compelled to eat these. It is not fatal if we don’t, but we suffer a very unpleasant illness for several weeks if we do not. I resigned myself to that sickness until I began visiting these gardens, and saw there were people who might be able to help me. My own powers, including foresight, cannot replace a green thumb. Your green thumb went beyond anything I could ever have hoped for. This” he gestures to the trees with their glittering fruit, the flowers blooming in a  rainbow of glowing star-shapes, “Duck I, I haven't seen a sight like this in close to a  hundred years.”

Duck holds his breath as Indrid steps towards him, bending to rest his downy forehead against Ducks.

“Thank you, Duck Newton. Thank you for giving me a taste of home.”

The human reaches up to touch a black, fuzzy cheek, “Does this mean you gotta leave or somethin, now that I know your secret identity?”

“Not unless you are planning to tell everyone you’ve been acting as the Mothman’s personal gardener.”

“Nah, rather tell ‘em about the cute fella I’m takin to dinner tomorrow.”

Indrid blinks, “You...you do not find this alarming?”

“I mean, you’re big and a little terrifyin, but you’re still Indrid. And it means a lot that you actually stayed and told me who you were, instead of just flyin off.”

There’s a deep purr as Indrid says, “In that case, may I invite you to dinner at my house, Duck Newton? I can even share some of this strange harvest with you.”

Duck grins, drawing his fingers long Indrids arm, “That your way of tellin me they’re an aphrodisiac?”

Indrid nuzzles his cheek and pulls him close, “I guess we’ll find out.”

[metoo-desu]

Sorry! Wrong Slayer! - 2/?

’I think you should reconsider that joke if he’s a hindrance to your missions. But then again, he managed to find the right receiver this time. An improvement in his performance?’

It’s been three days since Poya came back with a response, feeling extremely proud of her crow for getting his job done and right, earning himself a short break. Y/n had also received Shinobu’s crow, who provided very vague details about the stranger who has been sending Poya back to her with messages. Disappointed with the her friend’s details, she sent back Shinobu’s crow with a few curse words, quite bothered that the Insect Pillar refused to give her a name except, ‘Oh. That guy? He’s cool, I guess. He’s around our age. You’ve heard of him and seen him around.’ 

Y/n let out a groan just thinking about it, splashing at the water out of frustration. Leaving the banks of the gentle river she bathed in, she quickly collected her clothing that had been drying in the sun. 

“Who could it be?” 

She never really paid attention to her surroundings at the Butterfly Estate, usually keeping to herself and hanging around the people she knew and felt comfortable with unless others had business with her. It also didn’t help that she rarely visited the estate. 

The demon slayer quickly dressed and went on her way towards a westernized-town for her newly assigned mission delivered by a different crow Oyakata gladly sent. Poya followed after, perching himself on her shoulder and happily eating the berries and seeds she’d hold up for him throughout the trip. By the time Y/n arrived, the sun had already set, bringing the town to life with lights, music, and fun— somewhere a demon would gladly lurk around for their next and easy prey. 

“Fly, Poya.”

With the simple command, the crow left her shoulder and flew away to hide. Y/n didn’t receive any details about the demon, but all she knew was that they prefer young ladies. Bodies were found in unsuspecting places, meaning that the demon knew well of the area and is clever. Her katana would be a dead giveaway that she’s a slayer and the demon would try to avoid her at all cost unless if they were bold enough to confront her. So while she brushed and bumped past people in the crowd to be in the heart of the town, Y/n hid her sword out of plain sight under her haori before wrapping her patterned clothing. 

Searching for a demon amongst a large crowd seemed rather difficult, especially in a setting similar to the Red Light District. Y/n thought of her friend who preferred these types of missions, claiming it perfect for his flamboyancy— surely he would have completed this mission in no time. 

“Nothing I can’t handle though,” Y/n hummed, thinking of another way to lure the demon out. “If I can’t track it down, then I’ll give them the honor to track me down.”

It was a technique she learned from watching the Wind Pillar not too long ago when they were partnered up. She reached up to her head and removed the pin that held her hair together, removing the tiny blade from its scabbard before pricking her finger and applying the blood on her lips. It was way better than how Sanemi would do it, who’d run his blade across his wrist and spill more than necessary. And so she walked around with blood stained lips, spreading her scent through the crowd and hoped the demon would catch the scent of her rare blood. 

It didn’t take awhile before she noticed a man following her while in a drunken state. She rounded to a corner and so did he, leading him into a less crowded area. He increased his speed and caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and pulling her flush against his body. 

He reeked of alcohol. So he wasn’t the demon after all. 

Y/n pushed the man away and glared at him in disgust, “Get your hands off me before I cu—“ she stopped mid-sentence when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. 

“Is this man bothering you?” 

Her eyes stared at the hand, slowly trailing up to its owner. “He was,” she answered, staring into the new stranger’s blue eyes. “But I’ve got it under control.” She watched the drunk man scurry away from her peripheral vision, seeing the fear on his face. 

“That man,” he spoke, nodding at the retreating figure. “He’s known to bother ladies. Somebody ought to put him in place and I was afraid it would have been me. Wouldn’t work out so well for him if that were the case.”

Y/n smiled, not at what he said but at her realization. She chuckled, “Either way, it wouldn’t have worked out well for him if you hadn’t interfered. Lucky man.” She stepped away from him to stand face to face with the man. “But thank you for that. I didn’t want to find myself in a fight on my first night here before I get to look around.”

“Oh, you’re not from here?” He looked down at her, licking at his lips. “Lucky you, I know this place like the back of my hand. Would you like a tour?” 

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind someone showing me around. A good company is always welcome to me!”

The two walked around, walking from stall to stall as Y/n purchased a few things she planned on giving out to her Pillar friends once she comes back. Later throughout their time together, the man who introduced himself as Ito offered to show her to his favorite place.

“It’s a spot with the best view of the town. Do you want to check it out?” 

Y/n pocketed her little souvenirs and agreed, “Yes! I’d like to see the lights.” 

And the two went off to his secret spot, walking towards a dark ally. Y/n’s guard went up quickly went they reached the end of it. Ito smiled, gesturing to the ladder next to him. 

“After you,” she told him, watching him climb the steps before following him. He offered his hand when she reached the roof of the building, but she ignored it and helped herself up, immediately running to the edge of the building with Ito right behind her. 

Ito watched her, feeling himself already salivating over the scent of his rare prey— a marechi. He heard her gasp in awe at the view. 

“Wow! This is beautiful, Ito!” Y/n exclaimed, opening her arms as she welcomed the cool breeze. She twirled around in excitement, letting out a laugh. 

“I told you that you’d lo—“ He stopped when he felt an itch on his neck right before the world started to tilt. Ito looked to Y/n, who stood there with a sword in hand and the most blank expression he’s seen on her.

A demon slayer?

When did she pull out her sword? 

Y/n looked back to the view, admiring it once more before she goes on to her next mission. “You’re quite lucky to have such a view during your final moment. Not many are lucky,” she said. “I did enjoy your company. Being a demon slayer can be quite lonely so thank you for that.” 

When Ito completely dissipated, a black bird flew over to her. “You’re not Poya,” she mused. “Who could you be? Assigning me another mission already? I’ve yet to complete the next one.”

“I bring not an assignment but a message to Y/n!” 

The slayer nodded curly for it to continue. 

‘Did you really consider killing that crow of yours?’

And so he’s sending his crow over to her now? Y/n held out her arm for the crow to perch on, laughing as she gave it her response. 

“Training took a toll on Poya, so he’s on temporary leave until he’s up and well-rested. Guess we’ll be using your crow as point of contact, wrong slayer. At least there’ll be no delays and crash-landings that really might just kill my poor crow. I heard you were also a busy man, are you that bored that you want to keep sending crows?”

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“I’m not bored.”

Giyu leaned back on the tree, his crow perched on a high branch, waiting for an instruction. The cicadas sang around him as he thought of a response, coming up with nothing after ten minutes besides getting irritated with himself. So he walked away without sending out a response. 

The next day, Poya appeared beside his crow with a message.

’What? Are you embarrassed? Is that why you didn’t send yours? Poya’s lame and I get embarrassed, but I still send him over to you. And Shinobu refuses to tell me your name, so it kinda sucks you know mine. Who are you?’

Y/n did sound familiar, hearing her name being mentioned by the other Pillars during the meetings. In fact, she was mentioned again in today’s meeting by Tengen who asked about her absence. Curiosity got the best of him that he had to push a little bit of his pride away and ask someone about her and that someone was no other than Shinobu.

Of course, he regretted the moment she laughed at him.

“Y/n is our newest Pillar, promoted about two weeks ago while you were gone out for a mission. Today was supposed to be her first meeting actually. Pretty bummed out because of that,” Shinobu finally answered him. She pouted, “Honestly, I’m quite surprised that you don’t know her. She was always around the Butterfly Estate before she got promoted, usually with me and Mitsuri. Now, she’s mostly away, picking up mission after mission.”

Giyu nodded, “I see. That’s all I need.”

Shinobu grinned, “Why do you ask? Does Poya’s owner pique your interest?”

“Tengen mentioned her.”

“Really now?” Her purple eyes narrowed at him mischievously. He left her before she could interrogate and tease him further.

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Two crows flew over trees, cawing like there was no tomorrow while one lagged behind. Y/n sat behind a cart she managed to hitch a ride from, swinging her legs as she waited for the two crows to come down to her. The Pillar finished the series of her missions Oyakata assigned for her, finally on her way home to the Butterfly Estate for the first time in two weeks. Both birds swooped down and landed next to her.

’You’re a Pillar, how come you didn’t attend the meeting?’

“Oh right! There was a meeting,” Y/n gasped. “I’m sure Oyakata would understand. Well..”

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Giyu crossed his arms in disbelief at the new Pillar’s excuse of her absence, who admitted she forgot about the meeting and unintentionally did a—

’No crow, no show.’

The Water Pillar was quite flabbergasted.

Poya and his crow cawed at each other as they waited for Giyu for his response, hopping along and following the man who casually walked through the estate’s garden. It was an unusual sight to the passersby, seeing the man who was usually disliked by animals of all kinds, to be accompanied by two crows. 

And they seemed to be enjoying his presence.

“What in the hell?” Sanemi being one of them to witness such phenomenon grumbled to himself, annoyed by the racket the crows were making on such a peaceful day. 

Kyoujurou approached the raven-haired man, curiously eyeing the crows for a quick second before he spoke to Giyu. 

“Oyakata-sama requests for your presence.”

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 

Y/n scoffed, “How could this guy scold me through Poya? Who the hell does he think he is doing that after figuring I’m a Pillar? I’ve no message to relay, just shit on him, Poya.”

Poya loudly refused.

With a nasally voice, she mimicked what the man told her while walked to the direction opposite of the Butterfly Estate, being assigned on a last minute mission as soon as she was three towns away from home. “‘You need to be more responsible as a Pillar. If you can’t attend a single meeting and call it a no crow, no show, then you don’t deserve to be one.’”

“It’s not my fault. Whatever! Go, Poya! Shit on him!” 

And once again, the bird refused. 

[lunermagick-sims4]

Griselda’s Story Part 6

Griselda new place was all furnished when she arrived to move in. She had no idea how her family friend, Minerva had time to put all this together! All Griselda had to do was organize things in their proper places, and since her bed was together get it made. She was thinking she definitely needed to thank Minerva for finding a bedroom set, couch, chair and even a mini fridge for her and all the hard work of getting it to the house! The bedrooms set was a great find from a friend of Minerva who was keeping stuff in their basement and wanted to get rid of it so they could get ready to do some needed work. Thanks to Gemma’s college friend who was moving in with his girlfriend and wanted to get rid of his old couch, chair and even a mini fridge! I was lucky the place had a working stove and the last person living here left a table set and a old small tv. I received a desk for a home warming gift from Minerva and the family gave me a new laptop as a going away present which will be need for school in the fall. It was a small but comfortable home for her and Storm to settle into. Griselda unpack the last of her things she brought from the Charm home. Once her frog and insects were put in their proper places, everything was finally together. There was a couple of garden boxes outside, so Griselda was thinking maybe tonight she would work on getting a garden started. She had a number of seed packs that she wanted to get planted. She got a catnip pack for Storm to enjoy, she found some magic plants and even some weed pack. She was hoping to sell some of the weed on the side to make some needed money. A bag of weed can sell as high as $100 a bag. Griselda was thinking she may keep a bag for herself here and there. The bills will come in sooner or later, so hopefully the plants will do well! Griselda was only able to save $200 before she left home so having these plants prosper would be a great help, it would keep her from trying to work and go to school! She wanted to focus her time on her studies so she could apply to some good Universities at the end of the semester. She did not want anyone to know she did not save much, but she also knew she would figure stuff out, she always has. If the garden deal fails, she would be prepared to get a job over the summer to save up some cash, while she figures out what else to do or try again at her weed crop! Griselda took a hit out of her bong of purple haze, that she bought a while back from some guy a friend knew. She had been smoking for some time now, her friend, Gemma is the only one who knows about her habit! Griselda feels it take the edge off sometimes when she is having a rough day or week! Storm was playing with his little mouse toy and Griselda had her tiny little tv on not really watching it, just channel surfing and for the noise. It is kinda quiet living on your own.

Griselda was up late gardening and slept in very late the next day. She is starting to liking the night more then the day. This was going to take some time to get use to. She felt that if she did not get use to staying up at night it would be hard in a few weeks to get up for school. Griselda was just nicely getting up, still sitting on the edge of the bed not even showered yet and she heard a knock at the door. “Who can that be?” She thought. Griselda walked out of her room and Storm was running over to the door, Griselda followed him. She open it and to her surprise it was Minerva. She was alone. “Come in” Griselda said. Minerva smiles and walks through the door. She eyed the place. “You got it set up nicely all on your own. How are you doing dear?” Griselda was shocked to see her come all this way to check up on her! “Good and thank you for all the work you did to get me the things I needed! I am surprised to see you. Come sit.” They sat at the little wooden table and chatted. Minerva did not stay long she had a glass of water, said she was passing through and wanted to check up on her. Griselda was happy she stopped in and thanked her for the visit.

Griselda love going to the Realm it is so beautiful and magnificent. She decided today she go visit the Realm and explore it some. She had noticed there are a few different portals and she wanted to explore them, especially the one closes to the entrance. It has been so sunny and hot and she became so bored out of her mind with nothing to do as she could not leave the house, least in the Realm of magic there it would protects her from the sun. She does not know why but the sun rays there does not make her feel like she going to burn to death. She petted Storm and told him he could go next time. She used her glitter stone and transported herself to the Realm, she was not sure if she was strong enough to transport them both. She arrived at the entrance and walked toward the portal near the entrance. She was surprised by what she saw! A garden, it was such a magical place! She harvest what was growing so she could plant later or use for a potion. Griselda went fishing and caught a goldfish. She decided to keep the fish so needed a bowl to keep it in. She stayed awhile to take in all the different energy. She felt very zen by the time she flew home.

[jojos-stardew-adventure]

stars and stardrops

chapter 3: an onion and a cafe ( click for chapter 1 )

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Summary: Farmer finds an onion and is given free dessert 

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For the next couple of days, you end up putting your back into your farm work, weeding and planting more crops. Since you felt like you weren’t making as much progress as you wanted, you spent more time working instead of introducing yourself around town.

By the 3rd day of nonstop farming, you realized that you only really left your property to go to Mr. Hirose's store, get various seeds, and then head straight back to your farm to continue toiling.

So that night you decide to walk around town for awhile. Your body was screaming to do anything other than farming anyway.

And you make sure to bring your map this time.

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Other than the chirping of crickets and your footsteps against the stone ground, it was a very quiet night. Part of you hoped you would find someone else walking around at this time. Preferably someone you hadn’t met yet so you could introduce yourself.

A few minutes into your stroll, you see the dark shape of something on the ground out of the corner of your eye. You walk towards the area and squat down to investigate, but it was hard to see. You should have brought a flashlight…

It looked like some sort of vegetable. Before thinking better, you grab at the plant (with your fortunately gloved hands) and pull. The vegetable barely bulges so you shift your weight onto your heels and one, two seconds later, you fall back on your ass when the plant pops out from the ground.  

You stay there for a moment and stare at the vegetable you just acquired. An onion?

“What the hell are you doing?”

Your throat releases a garble of shocked noises and you shoot up to your feet to turn towards the direction the voice just came from.

A light is shone towards you by a tall man with long hair. Even with the light coming from his flashlight, you can’t see him that well. However, you can definitely tell he has a scowl on his face. He was wearing a police uniform, you think, so of course your body thought it was the best time to panic.

“Nothing! I was just pulling up this onion!” You hold out the onion for the man to see. Your voice must have gone up 3 octaves.

The man doesn’t look impressed as he raises an eyebrow at the dirt-covered  onion.

He eyes you for a second before saying anything. “You must be that farmer.”

“Yea-”

“Stay out of trouble.”

The man begins to walk off.

You’re a bit shocked but call out to him before he gets too far away. “Wait! What’s your name?”

“Abbacchio,” he replies without stopping.

Your gloved fingers begin whipping some of the dirt off the onion. Well, you met someone new as you wanted.

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“Abbacchio’s like that with anyone new he meets,” Narancia says through a mouth full of cake. Fugo looks like he’s trying not to yell.

It’s been almost a week since you moved here and today after you had done the routine work on the farm, you decided to spend some time with Mista, Narancia, and Fugo. Well, they had actually shown up on your farm and dragged you to a cafe in town since they apparently missed you, according to Mista.

However, there was an extra person among the group when they had appeared. A woman with pink hair and freckles.

“I’m Trish, nice to meet you.”

You would have shaken her hand but you were covered in dirt and she seemed a bit tense from it.

You hummed at Narancia before taking a sip from the drink you ordered. “Well, I guess that makes me feel slightly better. I really felt like I got caught doing something illegal when he popped up behind me.”

Narancia laughed. “I promise he’s good once you get past his 50 layers of brooding.”

You weren't sure if you were ready to deal with that but baby steps. Baby steps.

“That means you just have Bruno and Giorno left to meet,” Trish says.

“You’ll definitely love Bruno! He’s really nice and approachable. Giorno’s a bit more on the quiet side, but he's really polite,” Mista assures you.

Well as long it wouldn’t be as bad as last night, you were looking forward to it.

A man wearing a slightly too big, pink apron came up to your table. “Is everything okay, Trish? Do you and your friends want any extra cake?”

Narancia opened his mouth to speak but Trish beat him to it. “No, thanks dad.”

“Wait! I want more cake,” Narancia quickly exclaims.

Fugo rolled his eyes and rested his head in his open palm. “You’ve had enough.”

The messy-haired boy pouted and you couldn’t help being amused.

The man chuckled, also amused. “I don’t mind. Consider it a welcome gift for the new farmer!”

Doppio seemed to be a very generous person, which wasn’t a bad thing at all. But owning a cafe, you think he wouldn’t be so desperate to hand out free food. It kind of made you feel imposing.

You awkwardly smiled at him. “Thank you but I don’t really want to be a bother.”

When you had first seen Doppio after entering the beautiful cafe, you had immediately thought he was Trish’s sibling, but you were surprised to find out that he was, in fact, her father. He was a slim man covered in freckles, with pink hair and green eyes just like his daughter. Honestly, you could only describe him as cute.

When you guys start getting ready to leave, Doppio drags you to the counter. "You can have anything of your picking and I won’t take no for an answer!”

You giggle. “Mister, you’re so persistent.”

“It’s okay, you’re not being a bother. I’m offering.”

You pause for a second but decide to just take him up on his offer. There were many choices but after staring at the various desserts in the display case, you decide to choose a blueberry muffin.

A man with striking gold eyes and long platinum blonde hair packages your choice for you in a purple-tinted plastic bag and ties the top off with a pink bow. He winks at you as he places it on the counter in front of you.

You carefully take the dessert. “Thanks.”

You say bye to both men and walk back towards the gang, who’s waiting for you. You decided to walk next to Trish since you wanted to get to know her better.

“Your dad is really nice!” Getting good-quality, free food back in the city is pretty unheard of.

“Yea, sometimes I worry if he’s actually making a profit.” She tapped at her cheek, “But he can be kinda strange sometimes.”

Strange?

Trish looked as if even she herself wasn’t sure what she meant. You decide not to pry and change the subject.

“So where are we heading?”

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It was almost 8:30am, two hours later than you should have been ready. You had accidentally slept in since everyone had kept you out way later than you expected.  

You quickly exit your home, you needed to catch up. Before you even walk down the stairs, you notice the flag for your mailbox is up. You quickly go to your mailbox to pull out your mail. The name Bruno Bucciarati was neatly written on the front of the crisp white envelope.

You raise your eyebrows in surprise and open the envelope to pull out the letter.

Hello farmer,

I’ve been busy lately so I couldn’t send you this letter sooner so I would like to apologize for that.

However, I’ve heard that you’ve met some of my friends already and I would like to officially meet you later today if that’s okay. Just go to the pier at the beach when you’re ready. I’ll be waiting.

Bruno Bucciarati

You fold and pocket the letter. Looks like this man had beat you to introductions. He must be as friendly as Mista claimed. You’d go right after you finished your daily morning routine.

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[pangtasias-atelier]

Hey could I ask for a NSFW drabble where dancer Inigo gives Owain a Risqué™ dance and Inigo's dance works its magic and accidentally makes Owain grow taller, more muscular, and out of his clothes, leaving Inigo to deal with a horny, muscular giant. Thanks in advance and I love your work so much. Make sure to not wear yourself out with requests.

All smut will be tagged #risque

This was a good idea but also one that I kinda struggle on lol so sorry this took awhile. I'm also just bad at describing dances cause I don't know how to dance like at all.

Wasn't sure how big you wanted Owain, so tried to keep it vague. Though I feel the actual sex part implies he's really fucking huge lol, though it could still be on the smaller 10+ft ish side I feel? But, I hope you like how this turned!

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"I've umm," Reaching once more to fix his hair, Inigo blushes as he averts his gaze. "Never done this before,"

Unable to believe that this had been his very own suggestion, Inigo mentally cursed himself for offering such a thing. Inigo and Owain steady for quite a long time, Owain's grand confidence in nearly everything had spurred Inigo to offer a lap dance. One thing led to another, and now the two were back in their room, both waiting.

Reaching down, he plucks at his clothes. Or lack of clothes. Having already shrugged off his robe, the only articles of clothing that remain on Inigo is a black pair of panties and matching lacy garter belt affixed to stockings. Fingers digging under it, he whimpers as he feels the soft fabric cup his dick, his bulge belying his embarrassment. The garter belt tight on his waist, it cinches it, accentuating and giving off a more trim, too heavy appearance of Inigo's slight musculature. The belts running up his thighs, it partitions and squeezes them to make them look larger and plumper as well, Inigo's ass also pushed up and squeezed out. His entire upper half bare, Inigo struggles on what to cover, his hands swapping up and down.

"I am sure that a dancer of your renown-"

"Owain…," Inigo mutters, his eyes prematurely rolling. He huffs, a smile forming. "Enough with that kind of talk, it kills the mood, y'know?"

"Fine," Owain grumbles, offering his own grin back at Inigo. Sitting on their bed, Owain's state of dress is almost the same level of bareness of Inigo's, Owain only wearing his boxers. Mind and body already anticipating the show, Owain leans back on his hands as he sits, dick chubbed up and pressing against the fabric. "So, start," Owain grins, raising his brow.

Taking a deep swallow, Inigo closes his eyes as he begins to imagine a song. Following the slow imaginary rhythm, Inigo takes slow steps, accentuating the swish of his hips and ass by stepping one foot in front of the other. Eyes on Owain, Inigo follows the beat. Placing a hand on Owain's shoulder, Inigo turns himself around. Arching his back, Inigo's ass grazes Owain's lap. Arching once more, Inigo nearly yelps as he feels Owain's dick brush against his ass. Turning around again, Inigo pauses a second before pushing Owain down onto the bed. Mounting him, his knees dig into the bed as he grinds against him.

Owain under Inigo, he holds his breath as Inigo straddles him. Juicy ass and delicate fingers rubbing against his nude body, he holds back his moans. His excitement welling inside him, Owain huffs as he feels so incredibly warm. Feeling his warm body, Owain opens his eyes as Inigo grabs them, forbidding him from touching himself. Getting warmer, Owain bites his lip as he feels a rush. Eyes widening, his breathing staggers as he feels himself grow.

Head only a third of the way up the mattress, Owain huffs as he feels his body getting taller, his torso elongating across the bed and his legs spreading wider as his knees rise higher from his feet resting on the floor. Inigo placing both of Owain's hands above him, Owain can feel the swell of his arms as they grow in diameter, his biceps beginning to press against his face, the once slight ping-pong ball sized definition now matching basketballs. Lost in his own pleasure, Owain doesn't even notice Inigo stop to stare at him. His chest enlarging, the sheer heft of them press down on him, the two slabs of pure muscle jutting out, a defined well cut six-pack underneath that. Each thigh becoming larger than his torso was alone, his boxers compress and dig into them before they ultimately tear. Blood rushing to his dick, it flings out the small flap, rising high into the air behind Inigo. Owain's head hitting the wall, his torso alone the length of their bed, he lets out an oof, reaching to rub it.

His sudden growth stopping, Owain senses his massive size. Feeling stronger and more powerful than ever, he reaches for Inigo, his hands alone covering Inigo's entire chest. Inigo's mouth entirely dry as his eyes roam Owain's massive form, he lets out a yelp as Inigo reaches down for his garter belt. Tearing it all off in one fell swoop, Owain huffs as he sees Inigo's nude form. Hurriedly reaching for his nightstand, he grabs and uncorks the lone bottle inside it, digging and coating his fingers in the lube. Pushing Inigo down, Owain purrs as he buries him in his pecs, far wider than Inigo. Putting one digit inside Inigo's ass, the tight warm hole seems to clamp down on it.

"Owain," Inigo murmurs, one eye clenched shut as Owain slowly moves around his entrance, his finger taking up more space than it should. Huffing, his fingers clamp around Owain as a second finger taps at his entrance. His breath leaves him as Inigo goes ahead, fingering him with both.

"This is nothing," Owain growls as he readies a third one, hs engorged dick visible with Inigo pressed down on him. Giving a small push, he huffs at how Inigo rubs up against his pecs, bouncing them to shake Inigo. His third finger ready, Owain smiles at Owain's small whimpers before quickly pulling out, Inigo's hands wrapping around his nipples.

"Now," Uncorking the lube again, Owain dumps it all over his cock. "Rub it," Letting go of Inigo, Owain bounces his pecs, sending him back.

Eyes bulging as he feels Owain's rod pressing into him, he blanches as he sees the size of it. Wrapping both fingers around Owain's dick, he starts at the tip.

"Hurry it up," Obeying, Inigo begins rubbing the lube all over Owain's dick, Owain moaning as he receives the handjob. Doing as instructed, Inigo jumps as Owain's hands clamp around him.

Lifting Inigo into the air, Owain's chest rises high up as he places Inigo at the tip of his dick. Inigo squirming under the vice grips, Owain presses down on Inigo, inserting his dick. Holding him with both hands, Owain slowly brings him further down. Inching Inigo further and further down, he huffs as he manages to take all of his dick. Groaning as Inigo's stomach bulges, he lifts him back up. Pushing him back down, Owain begins to speed up, using Inigo's ass as his own personal vibrator. Inigo's moans joining his own, Owain chuckles at the way Inigo bobs up and down, his dick and balls slapping against himself.

Grunting, Owain huffs as he feels himself nearly approaching. Inigo cumming first, the bits of semen he squirts out is nothing as Owain lets go of Inigo, pressing into the bed as he cums.

Inigo groans as Owain erupts. His dick stretched wide, Owain's seed fills him up, the sticky substance bulging his stomach before getting filled up and slipping out of his ass.

Owain huffing as he stares, he moans at Inigo's bulging stomach. Grabbing him and pulling him off his dick, he licks his lips as his seed splatters out, splashing all over Inigo. Hugging him, Owain shifts to his side, terribly uncomfortable from being far taller than the bed but too tired to care.

"I'll clean this up in the morning," Yawning, Owain presses Inigo to him, Inigo tucked under his chin and tightly held by his biceps.

Squirming, Owain's cum still all over him, Owain's snoring alerts him to his laziness. Stuck in his grip, Owain's eyes widen as he feels Inigo's log for a dick chub up, already knowing what to expect in the morning.

[loversandantiheroes]

Your fics made me want to play sdv all over again. I've only played sdv on vanilla before and nexus mods is kinda intimidating so I'm not sure what to get for my new farm... Can I get any mod recommendation for a new farm? Doesn't have to be specifically harvey-related(but super welcomed)!

Hm, this is tricky because it largely depends on your aesthetic preferences and how you like to play the game.  I will say that now that Content Patcher exists it is generally a lot easier to mod the game than it used to be (unless you pick something like SDV Expanded, which is kind of involved because it changes so much).  It does also make it easier to make edits to mods that you get where you like most of it except for one or two things (which is what I did with A Toned Down Stardew Valley - I love it, but I didn’t want Eemie’s trees).  I’ll try to go over a few good standards to start with that aren’t too intimidating.

First and foremost there’s two mods you’re going to need just to get things running:

SMAPI and Content Patcher  All current mods need these two to function.

Diverse Stardew Valley with Seasonal Outfits - This has been my go-to for awhile now, and I’m still working on making my own Harvey edits compatible with this.

If you’re less inclined for a big portrait overhaul, my Harvey portrait edits (still pending a ‘stache option because of course I have to repaint it by hand now) are here, and Harvey’s refined sprite for CP can be found here.

A lot of the Harvey-specific mods are dialogue mods, which unfortunately means you either have to pick one alone or compile them together yourself, because they will conflict otherwise.  On the upside, if you are so inclined to get in and poke around, CP dialogue mods are fairly easy to edit, as the coding for dialogue is pretty simple.  Here are a few of the ones I’ve used.

Canon-Friendly Dialogue Expansion - Adds new dialogue for just about everyone. ��Use this if you want a one-stop-shopping dialogue mod.

Harvey Personality Mod - this a partial conversion of an older mod, and unfortunately although I have found the other half of the mod converted to go with it, SMAPI doesn’t appear to like it for some reason.  There’s several other dialogue mod conversions here as well.

Harvey Dialogue Expansion

Harvey Marriage Expansion - Smaller amount of dialogue to this one, but it does include a 12-heart event.

There’s one other dialogue mod that I’d found for Harvey that’s actually pretty good, but it’s still in xnb format and hasn’t been converted for Content Patcher, I might look into converting it for the hell of it.

Non-Harv editing mods that are worth your time:

All of Elle’s Animal Replacements 

Hudson Valley Buildings - This is the farm building replacement I use, but there’s loads of them to choose from now, depending on the sort of style you like.

Coop and Barn Facelift - A nice retexture of the inside of the barns/coops.  Also has the option to change the interior dimensions a bit, but that can be fiddly if you decide to remove the mod later.

There’s a few nice map recolors out there, most notably Eemie’s, Starblue Valley, and A Toned Down Stardew Valley, the latter being one you can configure to be compatible with other map recolors if you prefer.  Unfortunately the version of ATDSV I use is a personal edit of the old (and now unavailable) version of the mod, so i can’t link that.  Eemie’s is definitely the most popular aesthetic choice, but Starblue is really nice if you’re just aiming to make the world a little less yellow and bright.

Karmylla’s Immersive Maps - Tweaks the town map a bit, making it easier to get around by horse, among other things.  

Karmylla’s Cellar - I will never understand why the brand new cellar you’ve just had built already looks rundown.  This fixes that.

Garden Variety UI - A nice pack of various UI recolors.  Seed is the one I use, it’s neutral and blends well with the map recolors I use.

Better Ranching - Stops you from accidentally milking the air for thirty seconds when you miss the cow with the bucket.  Thank god.

Scythe Harvesting

Tractor Mod - I still haven’t gotten around to trying this out, but I do like the idea of this.  Allows for more efficient managing of crops and clearing of fields.  You do have to have Robin build the garage for you, which is expensive, both in moneydollars and iridium.

Fishing Made Easy - look I’m terrible at the fishing mini game.  I admit it.  Luckily this mod exists, and has options for just how much easier it makes the fishing.  If you need a little help or a lot of help, this mod’s got you.

Lookup Anything - if you’re like me and forget who likes what or if a certain item is used for a certain thing and are tired of alt-tabbing or grabbing your phone to check the wiki every five minutes, this is a really valuable tool.  

Admittedly this is a small slice, especially given the amount of mods I run (it’s so many, it’s just so many), but I hope this helps!