#I really just told y’all a story about a plant

[kooksvspogues]

Happy 1st Birthday Lilian!! 🥳

Part 4 -

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~~~~~ Drew’s POV ~~~~~

I know I told her I didn’t want anything more than to just be friends, but how could I not want more. The connection we had the night at the wedding was something I’ve never experienced before. She is something I’ve never experienced before. I thought I could handle being around her and keeping our deal, and I think I could’ve if Austin never showed this much interest in her. The way he talked about her when she was walking into the pool with my niece; “look at the ass on that girl, holy shit, and those boobs, jaaackpooot” he grinned putting up both his fist waiting for Chase and I to bump his, to which I just gave him a stern stare while Chase nonchalantly bumped his fist, trying to send a text.

“You know girls aren’t just a piece of ass, right?” I stared at him

“Well yeah, but it makes it so much better when they have one, ya know why I’m talking about Drew” he winks at me

“That’s my sisters friend, don’t do anything stupid” I plead

“I won’t do anything she isn’t about” Austin tapped my shoulder before getting up and joining Mack and Maddie in the pool.

I couldn’t help the pit that was forming in my stomach or the rage and adrenaline I was feeling in my entire body. I watched as she smiled up at him, but not the same way she smiles at me. She kept trying to keep her distance with him no matter what he tried, and for that, I was grateful.

Austin snatching her up before anybody could say anything to be his partner for beer pong, now that hurt. Beer pong was how we met at the wedding. She stepped up to be my partner since my buddy Paul had stepped away and she ended up being the best partner I’ve ever had in beer pong, plus, she was nice to look at too.

She had done changed out of her bridesmaid dress and into a short light yellow dress and had ditched her heels. Her curled dark brown hair was falling around her shoulders, and for some weird reason, all I could think of was the Disney princess, Belle. When I found out her name was Maddie and put it together that she was my sister’s roommate in college, I couldn’t help but me intrigued. I had heard so many stories and felt like I knew her personally but this was the first time we have been in the same area at the same time.

We won every round of beer pong we did. We laughed and flirted with each other like it was the most normal thing we’ve ever done. When we finally got done playing, we went upstairs to where the balcony was. I had untucked and unbuttoned my shirt to where it was just hanging, leaving the undershirt revealed. I sat down, leaned against the paneling,before pulling her down to sit in between my legs and lean back against my chest. Opening the bottle of champagne we snatched on the way up. That was the most comfortable I had ever been. We sat there for hours just talking about everything, what we wanted out of life, where we wanted to be in 10 years, family, kids, kid name ideas, dream vacations, just anything that come up while we just sat there playing with each others hands and passing the bottle back and fourth with the other. At one point she turned sideways and put her legs over mine while one of her hand planted itself on the wood behind us causing her to face me.

“You really are not what I expected” she admitted

“I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that, love” I teased smiling

“Just that, I have seen pictures of you, but just didn’t really expect you to be this hot in person, plus the fact that you’re insanely amazing at conversation.” She admits, her face turning a light shade of red when she makes eye contact with me

“I could say the same thing about you” I smile before leaning in closer to her, looking back and forth from her eyes to her lips. I reached up and placed my hand on the side of her neck, my thumb against her jaw just as our lips met.

“You are so beautiful” I whisper to her, feeling her smile against my lips, as she pulls her legs back to her before turning completely and straddling me, reconnecting our lips immediately.

The kiss was so deep, tender, gentle, rough, everything you could ever want in a kiss. What felt like would never end got cut short the moment I started kissing down her neck. She tapped my chest making me pull back and look up at her.

“We shouldn’t be doing this, your Mack’s brother” she says starting to stand up

“Maddie..” I say grabbing her hand

“No, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen, okay? For Mack?” She begs and I just nod slightly, watching as she takes a deep breath before running back downstairs.

Now I’ve had to watch Austin’s hand on the small of her back, lifting her up, her almost naked body against his, his hand so close to her ass and his face so close to her chest, then for him to have the audacity to place his hand on her leg right next to me.

I couldn’t do it, I can’t watch this, I can’t let her get away this time. I just need to make sure she still feels something on her end towards me before I do anything else. Which is why my feet quickly sped upstairs to her once Mack came back outside, telling everyone I had to run to the bathroom.

But, yet again, she ran away. But she also didn’t deny still feeling anything. Just gonna take some time to break through that wall, and I’m willing to do whatever I got to do.

~~~~~ Maddie’s POV ~~~~~

I walk into the downstairs bathroom, closing and locking the door quietly. Fanning my eyes, trying to keep myself from crying, but I fail quickly at that, feeling a tear fall from both eyes. I place my hands on the counter and look at myself in the mirror.

“I got this, it’s just a week of being around him, I can make that, I’m here for Liliana and Mack, that’s it” I whisper to myself before looking down at the floor shaking my head. I wipe the few tears away, open the door, and head back outside when I see Drew coming down the stairs.

“Maddie” he says

“Drew” I say opening the back door slightly

“Wait” he says just as I open the door completely and walk out “or not” I hear him mumble before walking out behind me, keeping the door cracked just incase Liliana wakes up.

Everyone else was back in the pool so I went to the edge and just sat down putting my feet in the water. A few minutes later, Drew walks over with two bottles of beer, offering one to me.

“Truce?” He asks as I look up at him

“…truce” I say grabbing the bottle as he goes to sit down next to me.

“I’m sorry” he whispers as we watch the rest of the groups playing beer pong

“It’s okay, I get it, that night was great, neither one of us can deny that, but me and you in any way, just can’t happen” I whisper to him

“Can I ask why?” He asks looking over at me with curious eyes

“Me and Mack made a promise, both of us have brothers, we knew at some point we’d meet them, and we promised that family, especially brothers were off limits cause we never wanted to jeopardize our friendship in any way” I explain quietly as he nods biting his lip, looking down at her hands right next to each other.

“I get that.. but is that real—“ He starts but I cut him off when I see Austin swimming over to us grabbing my legs, rubbing his thumb against them

“Hey gorgeous” he smiles up at me as I smile down at him slightly, “want to come be my partner again?” He asks me

“Nah, I’m good right here, I’ve done dried off” I say

“Oh okay, well if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting for you” he winked before getting called back over for his turn.

“Is that really gonna be a thing?” Drew asks looking over at me

“I don’t know… he’s sweet.. we’ll see” I confess

“Please don’t jump into something with him” he pleads

“I’ll be okay” I smile over at him

“I know, but still..” he says locking eyes with me as we just stare at each other.

“Why aren’t you looking away?” He asks me smirking

“Oh shut up” I say smiling, pushing him away making him laugh

“You can’t do that” he says in a warning tone

“Do what?” I ask furrowing my eyebrows

“Look at me like that” he states

“Like what?” I curiously ask

“Like you want me to just lean over and kiss you like we did their wedding night, like we’re the only two people that are here” he quietly explains keeping his eyes locked with mine

“Are you ever gonna give that up?” I tease him knocking my shoulder into his

“Not a chance sweetheart” he winks at me making me shake my head.

“You’re a headache” I laugh

“Just a man trying to be your headache, my bad” he throws his arms up laughing making me roll my eyes playfully

I catch Mack and Garrett in the corner of my eye looking over at us before whispering something to each other. I clear my throat and jerk the huge smile off my face looking over at the group of boys playing beer pong.

Me and Mack lock eyes and she has her arms crossed, an eyebrow raised, with a slight smirk on her face. I raise my eyebrows at her in curiosity and she just shakes her head, still smirking before looking away from me.

Great…

Chase and Austin end up leaving not too long after they got done with playing beer pong. Of course, Austin couldn’t leave without planting a kiss on my cheek. Which made me feel more weird than anything.

“Mack, can I stay here, I’m too drunk to drive home” Logan says a lot louder then needed as he wrapped his around around me planting his chin on the top of my head

“Yeah, that’s fine, Drew you staying here too?” Mack’s asked

“Yeah, might as well” he says

“Okay, y’all can take the other guest bedroom till mom gets here if you want or one can stay on the couch and the other in the bed, y’all choose.” Mack tells them, “you know where everything is, me and Garrett are going to bed” she said giving all of us a hug, “do you need anything before I go to bed?” She asks me when we she pulls away

“Oh no, I’m good, thank you though” I smile at her as she gives me a look that I can’t decipher before walking upstairs.

“Mads, can I just sleep with you, I want cuddles” Logan begs

“Why don’t you go cuddle with your brother” I tease

“That’s weird” he said making me and Drew laugh

“Here, let’s get you to bed” Drew says taking Logan’s arms off me before walking him to the guest room. I go to the fridge and grab a bottle of water before heading for the stairs.

“Hey, goodnight” Drew says at the door. I turn to face him, giving him a smile

“Goodnight Starkey” I say before going up the stairs and into my room.

I decide to go ahead and get a quick shower, wash off all of the stress from today. When I get out, I throw on a big shirt and crawl into bed. Leaning over to turn the lamp off is when I notice a note sitting on the nightstand. I grab it off the table to read it,

Maddie,

I know you say that we can’t happen and all I know as of right now is because of Mack. But, at any point you’re ready to give it a shot, I’ll be waiting, cause I’m not giving up on you. There’s nothing in me that will allow me to. Just give in to what we both know you’re feeling.

Text me - ###-###-####,

Drew

I can’t help but smile but also know deep down I can’t give in completely. Not yet. But I do decide to go ahead and add his number to my contacts, deciding to go ahead and text him so he has my number too, just incase something ever happens and he needs it.

“Goodnight again Starkey” I text him and roll over to get comfortable.

“Goodnight beautiful, glad to finally have your number” he texts me back.

I shake my head, deciding to leave it at that for right now, closing my eyes and letting the alcohol take over and hopefully giving me a good nights rest.

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[starryevermore]

dumb love, i love being stupid ✧ ruhn danaan 

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pairing: ruhn danaan x fem!reader 

summary: you thought you had found your forever, but he wanted to keep it casual. 

word count: 2,346

warnings?: angst city™ bitch, not proofread

“So how’s it going with that one girl? Been seeing her a lot lately.”

“Eh, we’re just keeping things casual,” Ruhn said, eyeing a pretty faun from across the bar. 

You watched as his friend—Declan, you realize—arched a brow, took a long sip of his drink. Ruhn couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes as Declan said, “That why you keep bringing her around so much?”

“We both know what this is. I like her company, so I invite her out sometimes. That a crime?” Ruhn didn’t wait for an answer. He set his drink down on the bar and began to make his way to the pretty faun. 

“Guess not.” Declan looked away from his friend, eyes somehow finding yours. Despite the distance and lighting, you couldn’t miss the flash of pity. 

Before he could say anything to you, you turned on your heel, ready to leave the White Raven with whatever scraps of your dignity you had intact. You pushed through the throngs of people, ignoring the annoyed voices of those who you accidentally elbowed in the process. You just needed to get out of there. 

A hand caught your arm just as the exit was finally in sight, pulling you to a stop. “Hey! Where are you going? The fun’s just about to start!” Bryce cheered. Behind her stood Hunt, who offered you a smile and a soft “hey.”

Wriggling lose of Bryce’s hold, trying to maintain an air of playfulness, you managed a laugh. “Some of us have early mornings and can’t party til dawn.”

Bryce rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a buzzkill. Do I need to drag Ruhn out of whatever corner he’s hiding in and convince you to stay?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you prayed neither Bryce nor Hunt could hear it. “Didn’t realize he was here. Saw Declan for, like, half a second.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at you. “So that’s a yes? Getting your boy toy will get you to stay?”

“He’s not my boy toy,” you said, “and it makes me feel icky for you to call your brother that.”

“You’re no fun!” Bryce whined. 

Hunt, either because he believed your story about an early morning or because he could sense your unease, took Bryce by the waist and slowly began to urge her away. “C’mon, this is a losing battle.”

“Fine, but you’re coming to the party this weekend, right?”

You probably weren’t, but if agreeing was what it took to get out of the White Raven without crying in front of Ruhn’s friends, then that’s what you’d do. “Duh, you think I’d miss it?”

Bryce grinned, and Hunt finally successfully urged her into the crowd to find the rest of their friends. You loosed a breath, rolled your shoulders, and made your escape. No one stopped you again, or even spared you a glance. For that, you were grateful. You weren’t sure how much more people-ing you could handle. 

Unfortunately, you did plan on making one more stop before you went home. 

Ruhn really needed a better hiding spot for his spare key. Was there anything more obvious than a potted plant by the door? It would have been laughable if you weren’t effectively breaking into his home. (Is it really breaking in if you found the key? And when the owner of said key told you where it was hidden?) 

You didn’t bother being quiet, figured that all of the home’s residents were out at the White Raven. Yet, when you shut the door, a voice had you jumping out of your skin. 

“Ruhn come back with you?” Flynn asked, leaning against the entry to the kitchen. 

You tried to steady your breathing and racing heart. “Nah. Think he’s at the White Raven with Declan. I was just swinging by to grab a couple things I left behind.” You held up the spare key for him to see. “Y’all need a better place for this than the only potted plant on the property. You’re practically asking someone to steal all your shit.”

Flynn nodded. “Cool, cool. Shout if you need anything, and try not to rob us blind, yeah?”

“Eh, I’ll leave your shit alone, but can’t say the same for Ruhn and Declan,” you joked despite yourself. 

He snorted out a laugh. “You’re funny. Shame Ruhn got to you first.”

You shrugged. “I’ll only be a few minutes.”

As you walked up to Ruhn’s room, Flynn disappeared into the kitchen. He’d probably leave you alone. As long as you don’t take a long time, probably. You didn’t plan on sticking around, though. You just wanted to grab your things and get out before Ruhn returned with that faun he was eyeing. If he thought this was casual, the last thing he would want is for you to be hanging around while he was trying to get lucky. 

Thankfully, you knew where most of your things were. A couple of shirts thrown in his closet, a jacket strewn over a chair. Some miscellaneous socks mixed in with his laundry. You grabbed your lipgloss you thought you lost from the bathroom, and the pretty hand towel you brought because there was no way in hell you were using the scratchy ones they bought in bulk. Your favorite bras, buried in the top dresser drawer. 

Once you were satisfied you got everything you cared about, you made your way out of the home, praying that you wouldn’t run into Flynn again. 

He was on the couch when you came out. He eyed the bundle of clothes in your arms. “Moving out?” he teased. 

“Getting this stuff out before he thinks I’m trying to move in.”

“You and I both know Ruhn wouldn’t mind if you did. Honestly, he’d probably be more offended you were sneaking all that shit out.”

Liar. “Eh, I need to wash all this and I don’t trust you idiots to not fuck all my nice stuff up.”

Flynn laughed, throwing his head back. “You make us sound like beasts!”

“Excuse you, I was here when your sheets were stained pink after a sock made its way into the machine, and when half of Ruhn’s clothes got bleach stains after one of you forgot to rinse out the drum,” you giggled.

Fuck, you wished you had fallen for Flynn instead. Or even Declan. They were easy to talk to, and wouldn’t make you feel like an idiot for thinking that something more than casual was going on. That was more your fault than anything, you supposed. You knew who Ruhn was when he approached you at the White Raven all those months ago. He never tried to hide who he was. You were the idiot who thought he might settle down.

“Fair enough,” Flynn laughed. “Hey, you be careful alright? Ruhn’d kill me if you got hurt after leaving here.”

You were already hurt, but Flynn didn’t know that. Didn’t need to know that. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, you mother hen.”

Flynn flipped you off as you left, still laughing. The bitter part of you thought he was laughing at you, knowing how big of an idiot you were. The more rational part knew he was just having a nice time joking around with you. Whatever. You probably weren’t going to be seeing him around much either way. 

Loud knocking on the door woke you up. When you glanced at your phone for the time, it was barely one in the morning. Several more hours until you would need to start the day, and way too late for anyone to be bothering you right. With a groan, you got out of bed, wrapped yourself up with a robe, and went to the door, fully prepared to chew out whoever was interrupting your beauty sleep. 

You yanked open the door. Ruhn stood on the other side. Whatever steam you had rising up inside you dissipated when you saw him. 

Pulling the robe closer around you, you asked, “What are you doing here?” More questions stayed locked in your mind—Why aren’t you home? Why aren’t you with that pretty faun? 

“Flynn said you stopped by to get some of your things,” Ruhn said. “Looked like you took more than a few. Just wanted to see if you were alright.”

You opened the door wider so he could see into your small apartment. You gestured to the couch, where your laundry basket sat, topped off with the clothes you took back from his place. “Was needing to do laundry,” you lied. “Wanted to make sure all my stuff got washed.”

He pouted—actually pouted. “I could’ve done that for you.”

“It’s no big deal—”

“Or you could’ve done it at my place. Throw in a couple of my things if you didn’t have enough for a load,” he continued. Ruhn took a step into your apartment. You took a step back. “I like having your stuff around.”

“It’ll all probably end up there again anyways,” you shrugged. You doubted it. Ruhn might have wanted to keep this casual, but you weren’t that sort of person. You craved intimacy, the closeness of a relationship. If Ruhn wouldn’t offer that, you didn’t see the point in sticking around. 

Ruhn’s violet eyes searched yours. You weren’t sure what he was looking for. It would probably be easier to walk into your mind than try to pick it up with context clues, but you also didn’t want him anywhere near your head. You didn’t want to hear any excuses he had. Anyways, Ruhn was good about staying out of your mind. He said he didn’t want to violate your trust. What a joke. “Why didn’t you talk to me tonight?”

“Huh?”

“Dec said he saw you, and Bryce said you two talked. I was there, too. I know we didn’t plan on doing anything tonight, but I would’ve liked for you to say something.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Why are you really here, Ruhn? I know it’s not because I got my things or didn’t talk to you tonight.”

“Are we good?”

The scoff fell from your mouth before you could stop it. Seriously? Why did he even care? If this was casual, why did he care about your feelings? “You don’t have to pretend, Ruhn. I know you want to keep this casual.”

Ruhn blinked, slowly working his jaw. “What are you talking about?”

“If you want this to be casual, that’s fine. I mean, you wish you had told me that, but I can’t change the past. If you want, you know, company or whatever, that’s okay. But I’m not that sort of person. Let’s not let feelings get any more involved than they already are.”

Realization dawned in his eyes. It took him long enough. Ruhn was far from stupid. It didn’t make sense for it to take this long for it to all click. “You heard me and Dec.”

“And saw you with the pretty faun.”

Ruhn looked away. His jaw clenched and unclenched. “I didn’t realize you were there.”

“Does it matter that I was? I mean, if this is casual, you can flirt with anyone you want. You can fuck anyone you want.”

“Stop saying that,” he near-growled. You raised your brows. What right did he have to get upset? At you no less? Fuck, you needed to put an end to all of this. Tonight. Now. 

You couldn’t hide your own ire as you said, “Why? Only you get to call it casual? I get to sit around thinking that maybe you actually give a shit about me, that you want to stick around for the long term, but you get to sleep with half of the city. Do I have that right?”

“No.”

“No, I think I do,” you said. You reached out, started to push him toward the door. Ruhn snatched your hand and tugged you against him. “Ruhn, let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me go and get the fuck out of here.”

“No,” he insisted. It was hard to ignore the desperation in his voice, but you weren’t going to fall for any of his tricks. You fell for enough of him already. 

Tears pricked at your eyes. Godsdammit, you weren’t going to cry in front of him. He didn’t deserve to see you so vulnerable. Not anymore, at least. “I am not going to be the idiot in love with you,” you said, your voice thick, “not when you don’t give a shit about me.”

Ruhn’s eyes flashed. With what, you weren’t certain. “I fucking care about you!” he shouted. Oh, what you would’ve given to hear that just hours ago. Now, it meant nothing. 

“No. You either lied to Declan about this being casual, or you lied to me about wanting something with me. Either way, you lied. You do not lie to the people you care about.” You wrenched yourself away from Ruhn, grabbed the door, and pointed out to the hall. “Go. I won’t ask again.”

“I want to talk about this.”

You gestured into the hallway again. “I have nothing left to say. I’ve got neighbors, Ruhn, and you’re probably waking up the whole building.”

He said your name, so softly your resolve nearly crumbled. But you looked away, steeled yourself. You weren’t going to let yourself be treated like shit just for a fae who would never respect you. 

“Lose my number.”

Ruhn stepped toward you. He stopped right in front of you, brushed away a strand of hair that fell in your face. His eyes scanned over you, as if memorizing you. But you wouldn’t look at him. Couldn’t. Then he stepped through the threshold of the door, and you shut the door before he could say anything else, twisted the locks before he could try to open it.

You pressed your back against the door and sank down to the door. Face pressed against your knees, you began to cry, and you pretended you couldn’t hear Ruhn still standing on the other side. 

It was better off this way. 

[romanarose]

The River

Joel Miller x Black!fem!reader

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Summary: Joel and Sarah's mom! reader the days he's conceived, written to Bruce Springsteen's The River in honor of his birthday today!

Warnings: Virginity loss for both, piv sex, skinny dipping, not a happy end, if you want the spoiler look at notes at the end. Classmate calls reader a name but its never stated so you can fill in the blank however fitting you feel, but its implied its either a slur or a derogatory word towards women. Story starts with joel and reader in HS and 17, but 18 when the smu happens. If this makes you uncomfortable, thats fine. Dont read it.Some drinking but everyone is consenting, and at 18 in the 80's in the us you can drink Immersivity: reader is at least biracial as fitting with the show TLOU. Not super descriptive there bc I wanted it to remain pretty open but I mentioned hair care for curls and dark skin

Happy birthday Bruce!!!! I love you

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

I come from down in the valley

Where, mister, when you're young

They bring you up to do like your daddy done

  It started at 17, just kids. You were like something out of a dream to a teen. Well, a wet dream. You dressed so unlike everyone around him, showing off skin in a way scandalous to the bible belt you were living in. Joel was taught that impure thoughts and sex before marriage was sinful, shameful.

A year later, it didn’t feel shameful with you. 

When you moved here during yours and Joel’s senior  year, you and Joel met at a party and it was all over for him the second he saw you in that pretty black dress that dipped so low… Dark, thick curls spiraled around your head in a halo and beautiful dark skin. Joel was certain you weren’t looking his way even once. Joel wasn’t unpopular by any means, but if he were honest a lot of his circle came from either playing baseball or being Tommy’s brother . 

Tommy was a linebacker on the football team, something much cooler than baseball was. Joel didn’t think himself ugly, he thought he was decent to look at, but his nose got in the way, just planted large smack in the middle of his face. Tommy had similar features, but for some reason they meshed together better. Tommy was also just so much more extraverted, friendly as they came. And none of it was fake, Tommy was genuine and that's why people liked him. That’s why Tommy lost his virginity long before Joel had his first kiss.

When you walked over and struck up a conversation with him of all people, Joel’s eyes nearly popped out of his face.

“Hey.” You told him your name. “I start school next week with y’all”

“”M Joel,” He reached out shaking your hand, a move that made you grin ear to ear. “Nice t’meecha”

“You’re cute, Joel, wanna talk outside?”

An hour later, you and Joel hadn’t spoken to a single other soul. He watched as envious eyes lingered on them, pride swelling in his chest at having the prettiest girl at the party wearing his jacket as you sat on the porch. 

“HEY MILLER!” A teammate of Tommy’s shouts at Joel from below the porch. “Gonna finally score a homerun?”

When you looked at him confused, Joel explained the metaphor. “I play baseball.”

“YEAH AND HE’S NEVER SCORED WITH A GIRL!”

“THANKS DAN I THINK SHE GOT IT!!” Joel shouted to the jeering boy who’d drawn a bit of a crowd. When he turns back to you, you weren’t weirded about him being a virgin still, instead you were smiling.

“I’m a virgin too, don’t worry. Wanna really show ‘em how stupid they look?” You whisper.

Joel laughs, smiling something dopey. “Please…”

Swinging one leg over the porch railing, a move that spread your legs and rode your skirt up. You grab his shirt, yanking him towards you and kissing him right tyoure in the porch light, getting bitten by mosquitos. This creates a bunch of loud whooping from everyone except Dan, more people gathering to watch the show. Joel about passed out, ready to fall off the porch and die a happy man. He didn’t, holding onto your leg as you giggled into his mouth at the reactions of everyone around them.

After that, only death could separate Joel from you. 

Me and Mary we met in high school

When she was just seventeen

We drive out of this valley

Down to where the fields were green

“Hey Miller!” Dan called after him in the hall, but Joel wasn’t interested in talking to him.

That school year had been a wild one to be sure. You joined the cheer team, but admitted later it was so that you could see Joel more, an excuse to talk to him. Joel was absolutely baffled at the concept that you thought you needed a reason to talk to him after he’d kissed you, but sweet nonetheless. 

Dan had tried in vain to steal you out from under him, but to Joel’s surprise you showed no interest. After that, he got mean. Joel frequently found himself telling Dan to shut the fuck up, defending you even though the relationship still didn’t have a name. It was stolen smiles in class, study dates, choosing to spend your 18th birthday with him at the local diner instead of a party.  DIdn’t matter. He wasn’t going to let Dan talk the way he did about you. It’d never escalated to more than a few shoves in the locker room, resulting in being separated by Tommy and your teammate. Their coach said if Dan causes more problems to let him know.

And then, Dan crossed a line. The crowded hallway was loud, people pushing around to get the hell out of school and onto their next event but Joel heard him loud and clear. The hall got real quiet, everyone between Dan and you and Joel hearing with Dan called you, and it was over. 

“Joel…” You warn, feeling him squeeze your hand tighter. “Don-” but he was gone, letting go and lunging at Dan like he was tackling in a game.

The fight didn’t last long, Joel a little better off than Dan was by the time they were pulled apart, which is why the coach suspended Joel for 2 days instead of Dan. They told the coach, multiple students testifying, what Dan had called you but he never go any repercussions. That just makes Joel all the more happy he broke his nose.

You were his after that. Officially. Boyfriend and girlfriend and inseparable. Every game, you were there cheering him on and every night you worked he was there to walk you home. 

When the summer turned warm, Joel decided he wanted to share something special with you.

It was a secret spot, a place Joel grandpa used to take him and Tommy to fish before he passed. They pair had grown up swimming there when they could get their hands on a car in the summer, and it was somewhere that few people knew about. A quiet lake, the perfect place to fish and swim or just relax. Joel managed to borrow your brothers car, people trusting him as he was responsible, unlike Tommy. He even packed you a picknick, making it a nice date. He knew he was romantic as shit. He didn’t plan on what happened happening, but he knew it would be a special afternoon.

The week after graduation in Texas was already warm, the world bright and happy around him as college approached. You and him had plans to move to Austen together, he had gotten a few good grants for low income students and was going to attend the tech school, get into electrician work. He even knew a place where he could apprentice in the city, and hopefully by the time you graduate with your 4 year degree he would have his journeymans. You had gotten an excellent scholarship, and between that and the money saved from the last few years of both of you working, if you guys budgeted well you would graduate almost debt free. Then, find permanent jobs, get a house, get married, have kids… the entire world was in the palm of your hands.

You hadn’t taken the big step, even after 7 months of dating, you were still virgins. You wanted to… but where? On the bottom bunk of the bunk bed Joel and Tommy still shared in the tiny mobile home? Or at your place, where your mom made you keep the door open at all time? Joel certainly wasn’t going to deflower you in the back of a car, he wasn’t a fucking animal. Still, he liked to think what ended up happening was perfect.

You loved it.

We'd go down to the river

And into the river we'd dive

Oh, down to the river we'd ride

“Joel!!!” An excited squeal escaped your lips as he finished setting everything up. There were even a bundle of wildflowers on the blanket he sprawled out on the grass. 

“M’grandpa used to take me  n’ Tommy here ‘fore he died.” Joel explained, standing up and stepping back to admire his work. There was a tinge of longing, reminiscing on those old days, childhood that he was soon to leave behind for a life with you. There'll always be nostalgia, but he didn’t have to fear facing the future with you by his side. He’d do it all in your honor. Joel felt your hand on his back.

“He sounds great, baby.”

Joel smiled. “Yeah, he was.” But he turned to hug yo. The smell of your hair was always something he took his time to appreciate. Throughout these months, he’d learned a lot about taking care of your hair, and absolutely adored the smell of coconut oil. He'd gotten pretty damn good at braiding. Sometimes you’d even put the oil in his hair, and Joel loved the scalp massage too much he was practically purring. That’s how you learned he had a sensitive scalp. Very sensitive.

Got anything to drink?” You smiled, trying to distract him.

He paused for a bit, then finally smiled for the first time tonight. “Yeah, yeah I do.”

Joel pulled out the glasses, iced tea, rum, and sliced lemons; Long Island iced tea.

Joel insisted on holding the ice to your lip as You sipped through your straw and drank his own. Joel was more of a beer guy himself, the guys would never let it go if they caught him drinking this, but for your, he’d drink it. Plus, it actually tastes good. Beer does not.

Now, Joel was Joel again. He laughed along to your stories and shared quips about the guys at the shop as they sat on the blanket he laid out by the banks. He braided your hair back for you, tying it up nice and tight so the river water doesn’t ruin it.

“You ready to swim?” You asked.

Joel grinned “Absolutely. I brought some spare clothes, I figured you couldn’t exactly sneak out with swimwear.”

“Actually…” You stood up. “I was thinking we could just…” You took off your shirt. Joel quickly stood up. “Skinny dip?” 

Joel had felt your tits before. Plenty. You and him had explored things before… but never this. Seeing your breasts in that bra had his mind short circuiting. He was only a man. 

You turned away and began walking towards the river. The Texas sun was setting on your back as you slid your underwear off. Joel never really gotten a good look at your ass until now. Well now, he was taking it all in. 

“You gonna join me? Or just stare at my ass like a perv at a gas station?” He looked up at you and saw you glancing over your shoulder as you unhooked your bra. When you turned back and tossed your bra back to the shore, Joel scrambled out of his jeans and underwear comically fast, hopping out of his last pant leg. Joel grinned wildly as he giggled (did he just giggle?) and ran into the river as he pulled his shirt off.

By the time he reached you, you had dove into the water, swimming out. He caught up to you and pulled your wet frame in, finally taking yor in the kiss he had wanted to give all afternoon. He was careful, ever so careful, not to startle you or move too fast, but he hears you laugh. “Oh my god Joel, just kiss me.”

As the lady wished. He deepened the kiss as you ran fingers through his thick curls, massaging into his scalp. He could feel himself getting hard, so he pulled away. “Time to swim, sweetheart.” As he dove into the water, you got a quick peek at his ass before it re-entered the cool water. Oh man, you could not wait to get a hold of that latter tonight. You swam as the sun peaked, until your bodies were too tired to keep changing between kisses and splashes.

The evening was still warm, but could cool quick. Joel grabbed towels and another drink for the two of you on the blanket. While in the car, he opened his windows and turned up the radio. He helped dry off your hair and body before pulling a blanket over the two of you. The area was private, no one would be here except him. Snuggling into his chest, you signed contently. Joel was your safe place. Despite being naked under the blanket, You felt warm and secure. When “Sister Christian” faded out of the car radio, You listened to the DJ.

“This next song is a request, it goes out from Joel in Arlington. Joel wants you to know how much he’s enjoyed your time together and he hopes for many more nights like tonight. Well, isn’t that sweet. Here’s to you, this is You Make Loving Fun by Fleetwood Mac”

You turned to him with a broad smile. “Joel! That’s so sweet” You took him in for a kiss as the opening chords started playing, your dark, naked body pulling up against him.

Joel tried to keep his cool, but fighting his hard-on was getting a lot harder to control. “I wanted to play something by Stevie Nicks, but all the songs I knew that she sang sounded like break up songs.” Joel sucked on your neck.

You moaned out his name. “Oh god… mmm” You tried to keep the conversation going, but he felt so good on your skin. “True, but Silver Springs is a masterpiece…”

“You are a masterpiece…” He murmured between the soft kisses he placed along your stomach. your heart rate kicked up as he crept closer to your sex. 

“Joel…” You pleaded, begging him for more as he kissed the crease of your legs, so, so close to where you needed him to be. Something else entirely. Just when You thought he was finally going to take your in his mouth,  moved past your sex, his beautiful lips tantalizingly grazing over you’re folds to move towards your inner thighs. “Joel, please, stop teasing…”

“As the lady wants…” Finally, he dove into you.

Then I got Mary pregnant

And man, that was all she wrote

You tasted fantastic. He flattened his tongue as licked up, swirling around your clit, making your whimper. He loved the little sounds You made when he touched you, tasted you. Sliding two fingers inside, Joel worked your lower body with everything in him: his fingers deep inside your, his mouth licking and kissing everywhere in reach, his free hand massaging along your thigh.

In the freedom of the dark night, You felt free to be as loud as You wanted. “FUCK! Fuck Joel, just like that.”

“Fuck, you taste so good”

You gave a breathy laugh “Baby, I taste like river water”

“Like delicious river water” He muttered with an obvious smile;

You giggled “Ew”

Joel hummed “mmmm” the vibration sending another wave through you.

“Oh! Oh God, Joel!” You whimpered when You felt his teeth carefully draw along your sensitive inner thigh.

Joel continued working you, fingering you open carefully until you came on his tongue, tugging on the sweet curl and his oh so sensitive scalp.

You moved your hips up, sending a shock of electricity through him when he felt your thigh rub along his cock.

He kissed into your neck, fighting the strong urge to leave hickies. “If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I was presumptuous?”

“If I told you I brought a condom, would you think I’m easy?”

You could feel a shit eating, teasing grin being pressed into your neck. “I don’t believe in women being easy, I believe in men being lucky.”

With your soft hand, you guided his face back to yours and You gifted him with a kiss. “Do you think you’re lucky tonight?”

He couldn’t help the feral growl that escaped him as he nipped along your neck and chest. “Sweetheart, tonight, I think I’m favored by the gods.” He rolled over and pulled the condom out of his pant pocket and slid it over his length before lining himself up at your entrance and planting a soft kiss on your brow. He touched his forehead to yours. “You want this?” Joel spoke softly in your ear.

You smiled, eyes closed, and nodded, gently tracing the muscles on his back, toned from physical labour.

“More than anything, Joel. Do you?”

When you opened them, Joel was beaming down at you. “More than anything.”

 He felt your grip on his shoulder as he entered your, wet and hot in contrast to the cool air seeping into their little haven. He pulled the blanket over both of their heads to keep the heat between them, to keep the world outside. Right now, only they mattered, only you existed, nothing else could possibly be more important than making you feel beautiful and special and… loved.

You were ethereal. Nothing in the world felt better than you sweet pussy and there was nothing he loved more than you, his beautiful girl giving herself to him, just as he gave himself to you. 

In your little tent, you felt safe, appreciated and adored. Joel always had a way of taking away all your anxieties, his demeanor was always so light and relaxing but fiercely protective. You could feel him hitting deep inside you despite his movements being slow and steady, not wanting to hurt you. He was all kisses: your mouth your jaw, your breasts, your cheeks. As you stretched out your body and put your arms over your head, he ran his hands up your sides, over your breasts and shoulders, along your arms and finally pinning your hand above your. Joel held you to the ground and he picked up his pace, making your toes curl as your orgasm built back up again.

“Mmmm, Joel, baby you feel so good… so good honey”

Joel could feel your tightening around him, he knew you were close. He kissed deep into your mouth that opened for him. You aggressively kissed back, taking his lip between your teeth. “Please baby, I need to feel you.” You wiggled your wrists.

Joel complied, releasing your hands which You returned to his tan skin. When You came around him, he felt your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, tipping him over the edge. His pace faltered as he rode out his orgasm, pressing tender kisses into your neck.

When they re-emerged from the cover of the blanket, night had completely fallen on the reservoir, the moon shone above the treeline illuminating You’s tan, wet body. “Keep on Lovin You” by REO Speedwagon was in full swing. They laid on the bank of the river, pulling your close just to feel each breath You takes.

There they laid, until Joel heard the rumble of thunder. “We should probably get going, don’t want to get rained on.” No answer. He looked down to see you sleeping against his chest. 5 more minutes won’t hurt… He thought to himself, and watched your sleep for 20 minutes, until you stirred to the sound of the thunder getting closer.

“Hm?” You grumbled into his chest, despite him not saying anything.

“I said we gotta go, it looks like rain.”

“Oh.” You rubbed your eyes and sat up. “Oh shit, I forgot we were naked.”

Joel stood up and gathered your clothes that You had practically stripped off for him, then got dressed himself.

It was that July you told him you were pregnant.

And for my nineteenth birthday

I got a union card and a wedding coat

We went down to the courthouse

And the judge put it all to rest

No wedding day smiles, no walk down the aisle

No flowers, no wedding dress

Everything changed after that, 

Not the love you had for each other, no, not that.

But everything else.

Your parents kicked you out when you told them, and Joel’s family let you move in, kind enough to let you take the couch, until a week later you and Joel were married at the courthouse. You spend your wedding night on the bottom of a bunk bed, Tommy staying with a friend for the night to offer you some privacy.

Life wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t the worst. No trade school, no apprenticeship, no journeymans, but Joel found a union job which was good. You continued working your job at the diner until Sarah was born, the best day of Joel’s life.

The next 5 years would be difficult, late bills and a sick baby, union going on strike, but no matter what, he had you. Always had you, his beautiful girl. Sometimes, Joel would ask Tommy to watch Sarah for a few hours, and he’d take you back to the river, back to where she was conceived. He couldn’t say he regretted it, but when this life brought him his baby. He couldn’t regret anything with you, honestly. Every struggle was worth it for his little family.

It was here you told him about the cancer.

Now all them things that seemed so important

Well mister they vanished right into the air

Now I just act like I don't remember

Mary acts like she don't care

Joel watched as a preteen Sarah swam around the river, Tommy and Joel parked with chairs close enough their feet were wet. Joel supposed she was technically a teen now… but it felt wrong to say his baby was a teenager of all things. 13 could be a preteen, just one more year. He had braided her hair back the same way he always did yours, the memory of which always tore at his chest. There were a few years there he didn’t take her, the last time Sarah had been was when she was 6.

 The chemo had taken its toll on you, but you wanted this last summer with your daughter. Joel had carried you in, your body to weak to stand for long but once you were in again, you were at ease. The water helped you move, taking pressure off your joints and Sarah, as little as she was played gently with you, knowing her mom was fragile. Joel loved how much you loved her, how much Sarah adored you, and it killed him. It killed him to know there wasn’t much longer left. 

Joel watched as you floated, taking in the sun on your skin as Sarah did the same. Two peas in a pod.

You died two days later.

But I remember us riding in my brother's car

Her body tan and wet, down at the reservoir

At night on them banks I'd lie awake

And pull her close just to feel each breath she'd take

Now those memories come back to haunt me

They haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

Joel didn’t take her again until she was 10. He couldn’t stomach it, so Tommy did, wanting to keep the family place alive.

“You alright, brother?” Tommy asked, cool beer in his hand.

Joel sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Just….” He shook his head, watching as Sarah went under to do a handstand. “She looks so much like her mom, doesn’t she?”

When Sarah popped up again, Joel and Tommy cheered for her in encouragement.

“Yeah, that she does.”

School was starting soon, and Joel would have less time with her, so he was savoring these little moments, just as their family. Just the three of them. Joel still felt you here, present with him in these ways, even after all these years. 

2003 marked 7 years since your death, and every day Sarah grew to look more like you.

Now those memories come back to haunt me

They haunt me like a curse

Is a dream a lie if it don't come true

Or is it something worse

That sends me down to the river

Though I know the river is dry

That sends me down to the river tonight

Down to the river

My baby and I

Oh, down to the river we ride

SPOILER!!! Reader dies.

Thak you soooo muc for reading, i know my last fic and this one have been downers, and i gonna be honest, my final joel piece before leaving the fandom wil be bittersweet too ;-;

Thank you for all the love you've given me!!!

Taggint htose whove expressed interest. I think. if i mistagged you im sorry!!! its late for me

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His Hummingbird (Miguel O'Hara x female!reader smut)

{Angsty smut oneshot}

Available: here on Tumblr and AO3

WC: ~2.2k [oneshot]

Synopsis: You're a human female who has a boyfriend from another dimension; Spider-Man 2099. Miguel visits your apartment late at night as a surprise after not seeing him for a week.

I HAD TO GET THIS IDEA OUT OF MY HEAD BEFORE I COULD FOCUS ON OTHER FICS IM SORRY ;-;

Inspirations: the song Hummingbird by Metro Bloomin and James Blake and you know the fang scene… man definitely bites 👀

A/N: If y’all want/request more I may write more, otherwise this is a one shot ❤️ leave a comment or reblog if you liked. 

Warnings/tags: Angst, Smut (18+ Minors DNI), hickies (lotsa biting), fingering, light begging from reader, p in v (condom), light male whimpering

Disclaimer: I borrowed my spanglish friend for some of the translations here. Feel free to send an ask or comment if something feels off.

Enjoy!

The moon shone bright through the heavy clouds as you wondered where your spider was. 

Fighting crime, defeating evil, saving lives, all nothing you could complain about. Another universe, another day, another “business trip.” He used that phrase to try and make you feel better but it couldn’t take away from the fact that one day he may not return. Perhaps if things went bad enough you wouldn’t ever be able to know what happened to him, just spending the rest of your life waiting for someone who would never return. You tried your best to shove the thought away as you fiddled with the window latch.

You pushed open the window widely to get whatever cool night air you could in your little city apartment. As the hot summer days neared closer you took solace in the cold rainy night. The sound of the rain and the city traffic was oddly comforting.

You turned and walked toward the kitchen sink opposite of the room figuring you'd at least try to get some chores done. It was a small-ish apartment the size of a hotel room really. The biggest room was the merged kitchen and living room. Still, it was familiar enough space for you to sense the presence behind you.

The moment you turned your back you heard the window blinds gently tap against the window pane; anyone else would’ve thought that had been the wind. Anyone else without a spider person lover anyways.

“Do spiders ever use the door?” You spoke without turning around, instead you turned the faucet on to do the dishes.

“You should start locking that window at night,” his gruff voice was directly behind you.

“Miguel,” you sighed, twisting the tap off before turning around.

It had been a week since his last visit, the longest ever since you started “seeing” each other. You hadn’t put a label on anything yet, what could you call a lover from another dimension that could never stay with you?

Every time you saw him after a prolonged period you were intimidated by how he stood over you. He hadn’t meant to be intimidating as his mask was already removed, yet it was hard to ignore his height and size of his build especially when he had to look down at you.

“Nobody can enter a 4th story window,” you smiled. “Just you.”

Despite that you were angry he was gone for so long your heart melted at the sight of his brown locks falling gracefully over his forehead. He wore his blue and red spider suit as he always did when traveling.

He wrapped his large arms around your waist, pulling you close into his hot embrace. He planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Te extrañé…” He trailed off as he pulled back to look into your eyes. 

He held his hands against your face when you eyed his bracelet; the thing that let him stay here with you without “glitching out.” It was a grim reminder of what could never be. Despite the comfort you got from his rough hands against your soft face, it made you sad. 

“I missed you too,” you sighed, overlapping his hand with your smaller one.

The bracelet was cool to the touch as you frowned. “Where have you been?” You scolded, “You told me you’d be back by Monday. It’s Friday!”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed furrowing his brows. “It’s work.”

“It always is,” You turn around putting your hands on the smooth countertop.

“I’ll make it up to you,” he offered, sounding sad and hopeful.

You knew he didn’t mean to make you worry or make you sad. You both wished things were different. It would make it so much easier. You knew though that if he could change things he would and you didn’t want to hold what was out of his control against him. It wasn’t his fault you were born in different worlds, different universes. It didn’t help that you weren’t a spider person either.

You felt his hands gently against your waist as he moved closer to you.

“I'm sorry." He sighed. "Mi pequeña colibrí…” he whispered into your ear. His breath was hot and heavy against your neck sending shivers down your body.

“Oh stop, you can’t use the español to make me feel better! No fair!” You laughed. 

He placed a kiss on your ear that tickled before you spun back around, wrapping your arms over his shoulders.

“My spiderman,” You giggled as his look of concern melted into happiness. "I'm not mad at you. Just try to let me know if you'll be late next time."

The corner of his lips turned upward ever so slightly in relief. "I promise."

Another thing that was likely yours only; Miguel’s smile. When Jessica met you she was surprised you were even real. She warned you to not mention much of Miguel’s personal life activities to the other spider people but it was hard to remember. Once you accidentally mentioned the flowers on your table were from Miguel to Gwen she nearly fainted. You adored the way he treated you special even if you weren’t sure why he chose you. You could never be mad at him for something he couldn't control.

He brushed his thumbs in a circular motion against your waist as he held you. His dark eyes were full of love as he looked down at you. 

You ran your fingers back through his brown hair. He seemed to sigh beneath your touch, it was thrilling in a way to know he was comfortable enough around you to let his guard down. Nobody else could see Miguel the way you did.

“You need to stop being so stressed. Relax more.” You sighed bringing your fingers to his forehead. “Grumpy wrinkles.”

He chuckled low as he held you tightly. He brought his face down into your neck to inhale the sweet scent of your perfume that he loved so much.

“I know what helps with that,” his voice was deep and silky and fuck it made your body melt. 

You giggled as his sweet kisses turned into loving nibbles. He was careful to not hurt you with his fangs but he knew how much you loved his gentle biting. You had a hunch he loved it as much as you did. On top of that it’s been a week without it and damn you missed him.

You let his touch overwhelm you as he held you, softly biting against your delicate skin. His body tensed against you the moment you let out a small pleasurable gasp.

“Hm,” He huffed deeply as he pulled back. “I forgot my strength. I’m sorry, mi colibrí.”

He brought his fingers up to your neck, wiping away the wetness before examining the hickie left behind.

“That’s what makeup is for,” you reassured. “Now, you have a week to make up for…”

“No better time to start than now,” he knocked off the stack of papers that were laying on the countertop.

Before you could react he grabbed your hips, lifting you into the air. You let out a faint gasp as you wrapped your legs around him.

“Miguel!” You scolded as he smirked at you, placing you on the empty countertop space. “Naughty, what has become of you?” You teased him.

“You have become of me,” he pressed his hot lips against yours hungrily. 

He brought his hands around to the back of your head holding you close so he could kiss you deeply. It wasn’t long before you could feel his cool tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth letting him in, his cold mouth meeting your warm one.

You brought your hands to his shoulders feeling the fabric of his suit. Eagerly you moved your fingers to his back, grasping for the zipper. You rotated between feeling the muscles of his back and fumbling with the damn zipper making your kisses turn sloppy.

“Eager aren’t we?” He laughed low and deep in his throat, it wasn’t a mocking tone. In fact you knew he loved it. 

He shimmied his shoulders out of the suit and it took all of your power not to basically drool over him. You wasted no time bringing your hands to feel his hot skin, tracing your fingers lovingly over the scars on his chest.

You buried your fingers in his hair as your lips met again. The man loves to kiss you, almost as much as he loves to bite you. He took the opportunity to switch to biting your neck whenever you pulled back to breathe. 

He slowly brought his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt, running his calloused fingers along your silky smooth torso. You separated from him only long enough to remove the pesky fabric of your top before diving back into him again.

You could feel the bulge in his underwear against your leg as he leaned forward to undo the clasp of your bra. He brought his large hands to your breasts lovingly cupping and massaging them. Goosebumps rose against his skin at the sound of your soft, lustful moans.

“More baby,” you whispered.

He brought his lips to your nipple, his hair tickling your chest. You tilted your head down letting yourself get lost in the scent of his shampoo while he planted wet kisses against your stiff nipple. His grabs on your body slowly turned more rough as you felt his teeth against your skin.

“More,” you demand. It’s been a week and damn you wanted him more than anything. 

He hooked his fingers underneath the soft fabric of your leggings and panties as you shimmied to help. Your body shivered as the fabric pooled to the floor. Miguel looked at your body with a mixture of awe and hunger- a deep lust filled hunger.

He brought his index and middle finger to your entrance, smiling when he felt how wet you were.

“You really did miss me huh, mi pequeña colibrí?” 

You nodded “mmm’, yes I did. Need you, Miguel.” You whined feeling him circle your entrance.

He wasn’t cruel to make you wait as he plunged his fingers in. Your back arched as you gasped, spreading your legs desperate for him deeper. Feeling his fingers arch against your walls and watching the movements of his wrist as he pleased you was intoxicating.

Still you wanted more.

“Please, baby,” you whimpered.

Your body whined when he stopped and pulled his fingers out. 

“What is it, cariño?” His voice purred. He brought his fingers to his lips, rolling his tongue over your sweetness.

“You,” your lip quivered as you shuddered from the cool apartment air. “Please.”

You knew this was a game he could normally play for a long time. Not today though, neither of you could handle it. Instead your heart raced as he nodded to the kitchen drawer where you kept the condoms since counter sex had become a more regular activity.

He brought his large, hard cock out of his boxers, stroking lightly. You swallowed at the sight wondering how you could ever take him.

He smirked at your expression “are you afraid?”

You shook your head, reaching your hands out to his broad shoulders trying to bring him closer. You fumbled with the condom, bringing your hands to his hot cock. He gasped lightly as your hands held him him, rolling the condom down over him.

He lined his tip against your entrance, soaking himself in your juices and teasing you just a little. 

“Are you ready?” He whispered and for the first time tonight you heard his voice start to shake.

You bit your lip as you nodded “I am.”

He slowly slid himself in as you let out a moan of tight, firey pressure. The moment he was fully inside you both let out a gasp; you both waited so long for this moment. You wrapped your arms around him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck while you got used to the feeling of all of him inside. 

He waited for you to nod and give him the okay to continue. He planted a kiss on your cheek as he pulled out slightly before thrusting in again. You spread your legs further apart, moaning at the next deeper thrust. You grasped at the muscles of his back for an anchor.

“Just like that, cariño,” He whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

He thrusted against, harder and faster as you felt your pleasure start to build. He kept a lovely, steady pace and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you reached your climax.

“Oh Miguel,” you moaned, making him shiver. “Baby, I’m close.”

You grasped at his back desperate to have more of him. His heavy breaths and grunts sent electricity through you while his cock pressed lovingly against that sweet spot.

“Don’t move,” his voice was a quiet whimper while you held him.

Fuck, hearing him whimper always sent you feral but you did your best to keep still while he pounded into your tight cunt. Your back arched as the waves of pleasure crashed down into a lovely orgasm. 

“You feel so good,” he whispered in your ear. 

You knew he was close and you wrapped your legs around him not letting him go. 

“I’m, I’m-“ his voice broke off as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

His arms held you tightly to him as you were wrapped around him lovingly. The heat of your bodies, the feeling of his heart beating and the rise and fall of his chest as he heavily breathed through the pleasure… Despite that soon he’d have to leave again these moments are what make it worth it.

"Te amo," his voice was a husky whisper as he held you.

For now, you got to enjoy the warm embrace of your spider. 

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Thanks so much for reading, let me know if you enjoyed with any comments/reblogs, I appreciate them all!

-Wyv

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WIP Wednesday

Been tagged in various WIP games over the summer. Thank you all 💕 I haven’t been writing much but when I do write, it’s mostly still about Ravonna Renslayer and her quest to bring down the Council of Kangs and rule the Sacred Timeline herself (thanks for asking @loki-is-my-kink-awakening). So, sharing a snippet from what’s currently called Chapter 2, Forging of Empires.

No pressure tags above the cut (And hopefully goes without saying but saying anyway- no obligation to read the below. I know it’s not our usual shared love of Lokius. Tagging y’all cause I want to see what you’re up to!)

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It was dark by the time they exited the High Council chambers, the sky a deep purple fading to black. The stars blinked into existence, fighting to be seen amidst the city lights of Chronopolis that beamed as bright as the sun itself.

Beside her, Kang snapped open his TemPad, his fingers moving furiously over the touchpad. “I can book you a timedoor to whatever location you prefer. You can return your entry visa at the security hub upon your exit. As you might have gathered,” his tone was clipped, “our deal regarding the quantum ore will take longer than anticipated.”

Ravonna shrugged. “It’s alright. I can wait.”

She made her way towards a bench in the High Council Gardens that overlooked the city below. The city buzzed with energy, just as alive as had been during the daylight, if not more so. Still, the gardens remained peaceful, the noise from the city blocked by a sound barrier. Sparrows gave their final chirps before heading home to nest. Crickets began their evening symphony. The air was heavy with the scent of roses causing Ravonna to blink—long and slow, the day’s events catching up with her—before she shook herself awake. She couldn’t lose focus. Not now. Not when everything hinged on these next few moments.

She turned her attention back towards Kang. He hadn’t moved and was staring at her with a suspicious look on his face. He closed his Tempad.

“Why are you here, Ms. Renslayer?” he asked.

“I told you. I’m here for my half of the ore. We had an agreement.”

“No,” he breathed. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Lie. You are not here for the ore. Or at least that is not your main objective, not anymore. Something changed as soon as you stepped onto my ship. I’ve humored you all afternoon, but my patience is at its end. So, I will ask this question one more time and take care how you answer it. You know what I’m capable of. Why are you here?”

With each word, Kang took a step closer. The very plants seemed to wither at his approach as if they sensed danger.

Ravonna didn’t wither. She straightened her back and raised her chin high.

“You have something I want,” she answered.

“Ms. Renslayer, please, I know the ore—”

“It’s not the ore,” she interrupted.

Ravonna ran her hands over a vine sneaking its way up the bench. It was tangled. Offshoots had sprouted and turned on themselves, threatening to choke the main vine until nothing remained. Ravonna plucked at a few unruly strands before clasping her hands back on her lap. It was too late for this vine; the whole plant would need to be uprooted.

“You’re right that I’ve been keeping something from you,” she said. “I know what this place is. Chronopolis. The Council of Kangs. I’ve heard stories—myths really of an organization that manages the multiverse.”

The multiverse. The word felt bitter in her mouth.

“Where others see the multiverse as freedom, I see chaos, destruction… death. The more we allow it to expand, the more destruction will reign. It is a disease that must be cauterized. This utopia,” Ravonna gestured to the city around them, “comes at a price. Peace, contrary to what others believe, doesn’t happen on hopes and dreams. It requires sacrifices. I know the sacrifices that must be made to secure it. And I suspect you do too.

“I’ve been looking for this city for a long time. I’d hoped the Council of Kangs might be the organization to which I could pledge my allegiance. An organization that could stand against the chaos threatening to consume us all but after today… I am less sure.”

Ravonna paused. Kang still hadn’t moved. His face was an expressionless mask. His body unnaturally still like a snake about to strike. She took a breath. Her next sentence was a risk, a calculated risk but a risk nonetheless. She continued.

“The Council of Kangs is a vestige of the past, complacent with the way of the multiverse and blind to the dangers lurking on its doorstep. They are out of touch, old, and tied to bureaucracy. I don’t believe they will help me in my quest to bring order to the multiverse. But I believe there might be one Kang who can.”

Kang’s gaze snapped up to meet her own. And there it was, barely concealed, but there. Shining brighter than the city lights around them—hunger. The desire for more; the desire to conquer.

The expression was gone a millisecond later. Kang leaned against a garden wall in a practiced show of apathy, picking a rose from a nearby bush.

“Why Ms. Renslayer, are you suggesting treason?” he asked. “I thought I gave you the impression that I am nothing more than a loyal soldier to the Council of Kangs?”

Ravonna laughed. “There is no such thing as a loyal Kang. I think you know that.”

Kang shrugged. “Perhaps.”

He stepped towards her, twiddling the rose in his hands. He stopped inches away. Heat radiated from his body—hot against the evening chill. Ravonna shivered.

“Why reveal this to me?” he asked. Suspicion mixed with hope laced his tone.

Ravonna plucked the rose from his hand. The thorn pricked her skin causing a small bead of blood to stain her suit. She paid it no mind.

“Does it matter? You don’t need to trust me. You’d be a fool if you did. But you can trust this. I won’t rest until I burn the multiverse to the ground. And I will succeed. One way or another.” She paused, flashing Kang a playful smirk. “It’ll just be easier if we do it together. So, I’ll ask this question once and take care how you answer it. Will you join me?”

A slow smile spread across Kang’s face. A dangerous, predatory smile that should have frightened her. Instead, a trill of excitement shot through Ravonna’s veins.

“It appears our missions are more aligned than I’d originally anticipated,” Kang murmured, extending his hand. “Allies?”

Ravonna took his hand.

For all time. Always.

The words sprung habitually to Ravonna’s mind. She squashed them down.

Those words were the past. She was done blindly pledging her allegiance to him. She was done taking orders. Ravonna Renslayer served herself now and Kang was simply her ticket to power.

“Allies,” Ravonna agreed, giving Kang’s hand a shake. “For now.”

And that’s all for now. If you’re one of those 10 people in the world who are interested in Ravonna, you’re welcome to check out Chapter 1 of Forging of Empires here. (No promises on if I’ll ever finish though 😬 just going where the writing muses take me).

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Chick at a Rock Concert

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Fem!Agent!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 5.8k

MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI. AGELESS/BLANK ACCOUNT WILL BE BLOCKED.

Summary: You’re a Kingsman agent and tag along for a mission at a music festival, looking for a distraction after the lingering loss of your fellow agents. Jack takes immediate notice of you, sparking a mutual attraction between the two of you. When he’s rejected by the “chick at a rock concert”, you take the opportunity to spend the day with him. That day leads into a night of even more fun.

Warnings: fem!reader, soft dom!Whiskey, age gap sorta (Age not specified for reader, Jack’s ego is just bruised), daddy kink if you squint (Jack refers to himself as it a few times, no hard feelings if you wanna just replace the word in your head because this isn’t a ddlg dynamic), praise kink, smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, soft turning into rough sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, pet names, no physical description of reader and “festival outfit” is left vague, smol amount of angst

A/N: I’m ngl this is pretty self indulgent. It’s been a brain rot simmering in my head for a few weeks. I just have a feeling Jack would go nuts over someone who tries to match his energy while wearing one of those sexy music festival outfits lol. Jack is one of my faves and I hope I’m able to do him justice. I’ve debated making this a one shot series or something to weave into the story of the movie but we’ll see lol. I did my best to keep the reader’s “backstory” vague. This is also my first smut, so kind-of practice for when I get to that point in my current Mando WIP. Also not beta read :D

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The mission was pretty simple, and you probably weren’t needed for it. But the previous days for you and your very few remaining Kingsman peers had been a disaster, to say the least. You volunteered to come along, knowing it was at a popular music festival. It was still work but it was also the small “break” you needed to have a moment away from the grief and sadness over losing so much. You just needed something, anything, to help forget for the time being.

You picked out a cheeky festival outfit, not uncommon for these kinds of events. Might as well try to blend in, you told yourself. Weaving through the crowd, you set to find Eggsy through the sea of eccentric festival goers.

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Eggsy had too much on his mind and was reeling from the current realization of how this mission was about to go down. Agent Whiskey demonstrated with his fingers and a subtle explanation of how to plant the tracking device on the target.

“Where is that other agent of y’all’s?” Whiskey asks, an undertone of annoyance in his voice as he takes a swig of his flask.

Eggsy stops walking, “she should be meeting with us any minute now. She told me she’s here already.”

Whiskey and Eggsy, while looking for you, had also spotted the mission's target. A woman lounging at one of the many outdoor bars of the event. Eggsy’s heartbeat quickens, he’s dreading every minute of this. But this mission is too important and he knows that.

Jack scoffs, “takin’ her sweet time, our girl is right over there.”

“Ah! There she is!” Eggsy shuts Whiskey down. Before he can continue to complain, he looks up towards you. His jaw hangs a little after Eggsy points you out as you stride towards them.

This was your first time physically meeting Whiskey, despite technically being in the same room as the “meeting” with Statesman’s leader, Champ. But you didn’t have glasses at the time that would allow you to see a projection of him in his seat. You couldn’t help but stare back at him as you got closer to the two.

Ginger warned you about him when she helped you set up for this mission. Telling you he’s a huge flirt and will likely make a pass at you. You didn’t exactly mind though, you weren’t afraid of a flirtatious encounter. You requested to read his file and after doing so, you really felt for him. You wanted to see the good in others, to understand them. And based on his past you could tell he’s been through a lot, and it’s probably complicated. You could at least empathize with him.

Aside from that, what’s wrong with wanting to have some fun? Maybe you both could help each other forget, just a little bit.

He drank in the sight of you in the outfit you’d chosen, and suddenly you were not regretting it because you could tell. You found yourself doing the same to him. He’s attractive, broad shouldered and golden skinned. He wore a Stetson, white T-shirt, leather jacket and jeans that did a beautiful job of capturing the shape of his slender hips and legs. A sharp nose and jawline, clean shave save for pouty lips with a perfectly groomed mustache atop them.

Approaching them, you sigh, “so sorry to make you guys wait, this place is packed!”

Whiskey seemed to be momentarily frozen until Eggsy breaks the silence with a clearing of his throat. He introduces you to him by your code name and actual name.

“And uhm, this is Agent Whiskey-“

“Jack. Jack Daniels.” Cutting Eggsy off while taking a large step towards you, not hiding the way his eyes take a quick look at you, up and down. He holds his hand out for you and you take it with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” Hearing you choose to use his actual name sends a thrill through him. A grin creeps across his lips, “darlin’, the pleasure is all mine.” He lifts your hand to his lips to leave a small, chaste kiss. You can’t help but giggle, both at the act and Eggsy giving a very exaggerated eye roll from behind him.

Jack’s eyes are a dark, chocolate brown and you don’t break the eye contact he maintains with you. They almost sparkle.

“Anyways, our target is right over there.” Eggsy interjects. Jack jerks upright and clears his throat, letting go of your hand.

Jack takes a swig of his flask, “watch and learn, buddy.” He puffs his chest and struts towards the bar.

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Watching Jack get rejected like that was…rough, to say the least. You couldn’t help but quietly snicker, watching Eggsy so swiftly capture the attention of the woman away from Jack’s failed attempt at hitting on her.

He frowns deeply and glares, walking away. You decide it’s safe to let Eggsy take the reins and catch up to Jack.

“I’m not going to lie, that was a little hard to watch,” you say to him. He stops walking and looks at you, unamused. You shrug it off and continue, “that’s ok though. Why don’t we enjoy the festival?”

Jack lets out a deep sigh and turns his head, “darlin’, you don’t want to hang out with an ‘old man’ like me.” The way he says the words “old man” is a mocking echo of what Eggsy had called him in front of that woman. Dang, he took that pretty personally. You imagine you probably would too, if you were in his shoes.

You decided to take this opportunity to rekindle the flame on that brief “chemistry” you had with him earlier. You boldly insert one of your arms into his elbow.

With a lilt in your voice, batting your lashes at him you say, “I prefer men who are experienced, anyways.”

That seemed to do the trick of snapping him out of this small depressive slump. That sparkle returned to his eyes and his smile widened, revealing his perfect white teeth.

“Oh sugar, I can be that and more.” He wraps his free hand around yours in the crook of his elbow and you both continue on into the crowd.

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At some point, after wandering for a bit, you both found a space in the grass field, a far distance out from one of the stages. Both of you are lounging and basking in the sun. Hours had passed before you had realized it, the two of you were too distracted by each other and your conversation to even notice.

Jack’s personality was provocative, fiery and passionate. His cheesy pick up lines worked on you, in a way. He took joy in sharing interesting stories he kept up his sleeve that hooked your attention. He described various close calls he’d had in the field, especially from when he was younger. You listened intently and never broke away from him.

He laid out on his back, arms braced behind himself in the grass. Next to him, you’d opted to rest on your front, propped up on your elbows and your legs kicked up behind you. The angle giving him a front row seat to your cleavage.

Here and there you’d notice the way he’d look you up and down, but you preened under his gaze. There was an obvious attraction between the two of you and neither of you tried to hide it.

When you were deep in telling your own story, one that caused you to shift into sitting on your bottom, he took one of your hands in both of his large hands. He rubbed his thumbs across your knuckles and carefully inspected your palm and fingers, absentmindedly, as you spoke.

You let out a deep sigh, “spending time with you today has been a breath of fresh air, thank you.” That might have come out more sentimental than you intended but life has been a wild ride lately. “I don’t know whether I’m going up or down anymore….”

Jack’s facial expression softens and he squeezes your hand in one of his, “anytime, darlin’. In some ways, I’ve been in your shoes before. It never gets easier.” His tone was even and more serious. You knew he understood. It comes with the type of job you’ve both found yourselves in.

“However,” you start, “I’m thankful we found the Statesmen. I don’t know what we’d be doing if it weren’t for you all. I don’t know if finding who did this will fill the hole in my heart but something has to be done.”

Jack sits up and leans towards you, “a hole in your heart, huh?”

Your face heats up, “I-I mean, that’s the best way I can describe it I guess.”

“No no, I understand. I’ve just never heard it put that way….” He pauses, his eyes briefly drift off and then come back to yours. His other hand reaching to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, a shiver runs up your spine. You’ve lost yourself in his eyes and never want to come back up for air.

“Don’t you worry, sugar. We will make things right.”

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This mission ended up being pretty easy, at least for the two of you it did. You felt bad for Eggsy. Jack later explained how and WHERE the tracker had to be placed, and you could imagine the inner turmoil that that had caused. Or even worse, the possible relationship problems it could cause for him.

When Jack described to you what he had told Eggsy to do with the tracker, your face heats up. Jack on the other hand, winked and flashed a white toothed grin. He had assumed he would be the one doing the deed but it looked like the universe had other plans, and you certainly didn’t mind.

The bright, sunny day had started to fade into night. The sky progressed from a beautiful orange sunset into a deep purple. Some stars could be seen above the continuing hustle and bustle of the festival. You hadn’t heard from Eggsy since leaving him and you started to grow concerned. Standing off to the side of one of the festival's exits, you called him. Jack stood near you, hands on his hips as he waited.

Your call to Eggsy goes to voicemail and just as you’re about to hang up and try again, you get a text notification from him.

It’s done, I’ve let Ginger know. I’ll meet back up with both of you tomorrow.

You read this aloud so Jack could hear, he rolls his eyes and shrugs. You snicker, “are you really still bitter about him stealing your thunder?”

“Hey now….” He gently grabs your elbows and brings you close to him. Wrapping one hand around your waist and the other pinching your chin and stroking from your cheeks to your jawline. His eyes meet yours and they’re dark, reflecting his growing hunger. Whatever sass you were about to quip out immediately evaporates, leaving you a melting mess in his arms. Your own breath slowed and you returned his gaze under fluttering lashes.

His voice dips an octave and he stares deeply into your eyes, “Ol’ Jack never lost his thunder.” A shiver runs up your spine once again and you smile bashfully. Your eyes drifted to the side in an attempt to hide the flustered heat on your face. He hums, using his thumb and forefinger to delicately redirect your eyes back to his.

“Don’t hide from me.”

After a day full of flirting and building sexual tension, you make a snap decision. Bringing your arms up and draping them around his neck, chest against his. You hold his gaze a few seconds more while he adjusts his hands to sit on either side of your waist.

“Well then, Cowboy,” you say, echoing back the same low, husky tone. “Would you say ‘mission accomplished’?”

Jack hums in amusement, happy to see you rise to his challenge.

“Not yet, sugar. Still haven’t hooked up with a chick at a rock concert.”

It feels like a burst of butterflies in your stomach. Heat pooling in your stomach and thankful his hands are on you because otherwise you feel like you’d float away.

You flash him a sultry grin, “I think I can make that happen.” His face brightens as you shift your hands down from his shoulders to his firm pecs. His large hands explore up and down your back, his body is warm and inviting. You could smell the musk of his chosen cologne for today. Touching him like this after a day full of passive brushes and small gestures felt like finally drinking water in a parched desert.

“But on one condition,” you add, lowering your voice.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at you, “tell me, beautiful.”

Your eyes flick up to his hat and back down to him, his eyes following you. You maneuver yourself closer to his head, bringing your lips close to his ear.

“I want to wear your hat while I ride you,” you whisper.

The next thing you hear is a deep growl erupting from his chest. In one swift move he has one hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss. You mutually feel like a dam has finally broken.

The kiss is long as you both exhale and hum into each other’s mouths. He licks into your mouth and in return you gently bite his bottom lip, almost sending him into a frenzy.

Jack, almost painfully unlatches himself from you. His eyes meet yours, dilated and blown out on lust. A dark chuckle escapes his mouth and he pins you close to him with both hands behind your neck, using his thumbs to balance your jaw. The act itself sends arousal coursing furiously through your veins. You’re going to be a puddle before you can even leave the festival.

Jack grabs your hand and leads you alongside him, back to his Bronco. You both run and giggle like teenagers in love trying to sneak around. When you approach his car, he opens his passenger side door and lets you in. He dashes to the driver's side and buckles in.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he uses the other to wrap around you and bring you close to him, buckling you into the middle seat. Then, with smooth precision, he reverses out of his space and makes his way out of the parking lot and towards his hotel.

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Jack’s Bronco screeches to a halt in the driveway of the hotel. Within seconds he exits and is at the passenger side letting you out.

He wraps his arm around you and brings you close into his side as he walks towards the entrance. His hand gives the meat of your thigh a small grip and you yelp. Jack throws his keys to the valet boy and struts inside.

Once at the elevator, Jack scans a key that sends it to the private suite up top. Of course he would have a private, fancy suite you think to yourself. You both enter the elevator, his hand on the small of your back guiding you in.

Once the doors closed, you’re on each other. A flurry of gnashing teeth and grabbing hands. He pushes you against the corner of the elevator with both hands on your waist. You wrap both arms around his neck, one hand stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, using his body to balance you.

His hand trails upward to grip the back of your neck, threading through the hair that grows there. He breaks away from your lips, using his grip to carefully tilt your head back, exposing your neck. Trailing heated kisses up and down, murmuring in between each.

Jack’s going to treat you right, don’t you worry babydoll.

I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.

You had been thinking about this all day too, unashamedly.

You moan when feeling his pelvis grind up against you. He’s already very hard and the sounds he pulls from you only serve to excite him further. Just as he’s about to slip a hand underneath the hem of your shirt, the elevator dings and opens up into the suite.

The hotel suite is massive. A living room with a kitchen to the side. Further in is a doorway to the suite’s master bedroom. The trip there becomes a mix of kissing, groping, and removing articles of just your clothing one by one until you’re brought to the edge of the bed wearing only your bra and panties. Looking around the room you see it break off into an open, large bathroom with a claw foot tub and glass door shower.

The back of your knees hits the edge of the mattress, with Jack gently pushing into you as you sit. Your hands come up to undo his belt buckle, but his hands grab yours to stop you.

“Not yet, gorgeous,” he says with a husky tone. “Daddy’s going to have his way with you first.”

You’ve decided you will never get tired of the nicknames. They cause your heart to hammer in your chest and you love every second of it.

Your arms drop back to your sides on the bed. Jack licks his lower lip and leans over to reach behind you to unlatch your bra. Once it’s free, he slowly slips it off your shoulders and discards it to the side.

He proceeds to gently guide you to lay on the bed. His hands grab under your knees to bring your legs up, feet resting on the bed. Finally, he loops both forefingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them off, joining your bra on the floor. Following that is his leather jacket.

Standing up straight and resting one hand on each of your knees, he pauses. His eyes rake you over and he hums.

“Lemme get a good look ‘atcha.”

The sight of you beneath him, naked and vulnerable, is downright breathtaking to him. Your breathing is heavy, your eyes hooded and lips parted and swollen. He’s proud to have been able to rile you up like this. He grabs his Stetson off his head and sets it on the other corner of the mattress.

Watching him look you over sends a buzz through your body and centers on your core. However, you need his touch, right now.

“Jack, please….”

“Please, what?” Thumbs tracing the inner sides of your knees. “Tell me, gorgeous.”

“T-touch me…” You manage to stutter out. “Please touch me, right now.”

Immediately, Jack drops to his knees on the floor and grips your thighs to scoot your bottom to the edge of the bed. He leaves small kisses on your inner thighs making his way to your heat. He goes right into it, flattening his tongue and running it up your folds. One hand reaches up to massage your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple. You bite your lip in response.

It feels like a shock to your system, sending slick to gather between your thighs. Back arching, soft pants as you send a hand down to card through his soft hair. You suddenly feel one of his fingers circle your opening and insert. You almost cry out but stop yourself by biting the knuckles of your other hand.

“Jack….Jack, oh my god….”

“Mmmm gorgeous, you taste better than I had even imagined.”

His finger slides in and out, rubbing your clenching walls. Not too long after, he inserts another finger, earning another loud moan from you. The fire at the base of your spine rapidly grows brighter and brighter, causing you to involuntarily begin to buck against his face. His tongue and lips expertly sucking, licking and laving on and around your sensitive bud. His free hand sliding up to cup your knee and keep your legs apart.

You cry out and whimper the closer you get to your limit, beginning to see stars. You were not prepared for how good he is at this. His fingers grip the meat of your thighs and squeeze, holding you steady while he rubs his face deeper.

“You going to cum for me, sugar? Come on baby, I got’cha,” Jack cooes.

That’s enough to send you over the edge, feeling you clench down on his fingers as you climax. Murmurs of That’s it, show Daddy what you got through your loud moans. Your vision fades to black, you reward his ministrations with cries of Yes, yes…oh my god Jack, yes!

After working you through your first orgasm, he stands up and rests his hands on either of your knees. He watches your panting, heaving chest. His hands shoot forward, tenderly grabbing both of your breasts in his hands. You make a small, strangled noise in response and then hum.

“That was…..amazing,” you say between small gasps, still regaining your breath.

Jack smiles wide and crooked, “that’s just the start, gorgeous.”

Jack finally starts to really let go of his restraint with you, moving to make quick work of removing his clothes. When you attempt to sit up, his hand immediately pushes you back down and wags his finger with a tut from his mouth. “So needy. But I’m going to take my time.”

His words cause something between a moan and giggle to come from you, biting your lip while you watch him undo his ridiculous belt buckle. He sees you eyeing it and quirks an eyebrow, “Should I use this on you? Wrap it around your pretty wrists?”

A light forms in your eyes and you shake your head yes, excitement building in your stomach and between your thighs. “I’d love that, Jack.”

“I’m sure you would, darlin’,” he says silkily.

The last thing to be stripped off is his underwear, cock springing forward red and heavy.

Jack positions himself between your thighs, arms caging your head and your upper bodies melding together. His lips meet yours in a fevered kiss while you stretch your arms out above your head to give easier access to you.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you grant him access, his tongue quickly overpowering yours and licking into your mouth. It’s almost difficult keeping up with his passionate kissing.

Your eyes open to meet him when he stops and his gaze is still dark and hungry. Those warm brown eyes only added to melt you into the trembling mess you're becoming at his expert fingertips.

Jack starts to trail down your body, nipping and kissing your jawline, moving down to gently scrape his teeth across your collarbone. Taking one breast in one hand while the other supports him above you. He takes your nipple in his mouth and you arch into him, sending electricity through your nerves. Arousal starts to build back up in between your thighs.

“You’re so perfect,” Jack says breathily. “I can wait much longer. Are you ready for me, gorgeous?”

Your eyes cast down to meet him as he continues to lap at your breasts, “Yes Jack, please. I need you.”

“Welll….” He drawls. “Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t give my girl what she needs?”

Taking his length in his hand, he lines himself up with your opening, sliding it through your slick folds and coating himself. Then slowly, but surely, he begins to insert. The stretch around him feels amazing and takes your breath right out of your lungs.

Jack almost loses himself doing this, and he’s not even all the way in. Jack has quite a length himself, he knows this. Hence the need to prepare you like he did. He lets out a low groan from his chest as he buries himself in your wet cunt.

His face is right above yours, lips brushing as you breath in each other's air while he adjusts himself. You widen your legs to give him more space to sink himself in, he rolls his hips to enter gradually. After a few rocks of his hips, he’s into the hilt.

You can’t help but cry out and the sound is music to his ears. His hips start a steady, rolling pace with each thrust increasing the volume of your wanton moans. You can feel every inch of him dragging against your walls.

He feels almost impossibly deep as he picks up his pace. You arch your back from his bed, your chest becoming flush with his. The feeling of your soft breasts against his chest elicits a deep moan from the back of his throat.

One of his hands cups your cheek as he lowers his face to your ear on the opposite side. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take in any more different sensations, his hot breath fans over your skin while singing you praises.

Atta girl, that’s it, I’ve got you.

Oh you take me so well…so well.

Can you give me another? Come on gorgeous, I know you can.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens but you can’t seem to find the end of it. You open your mouth to say something but you’re not sure what. You just need more and more of him.

“Oh….I….” You can barely stutter out, your vision turning white. He nudges your temple with his nose then lays a sensual kiss.

“Do you need more? Tell Jack what you need.”

“Yes…yes please, I-I need more!” You finally manage to breathe out.

Jack’s eyes meet yours with a glint of mischief and a crooked grin to match. With one hand bracing above your head and the other snaking down to grip your lower back and waist.

“Hold on tight sugar and get ready to giddy-up!”

In a split second he stops thrusting, using his muscular body to swiftly roll over his side to his back while bringing you with him placing you on top. When adjusted, you allow yourself to sink down onto him, creating a whole new myriad of stimulation.

Jack marvels at the sight of you atop of him, puffing his chest in pride. Both of you breathily laugh as you adjust. A sheen of sweat has gathered across the soft skin of your body and shines in the lowlight of the bedroom.

At first you stay put, feeling the new depth of his cock inside of you. Conveniently, you remember what you told him earlier. You turn to find his hat still perched on the corner of the bed, stretching your arm out to grab it. He watches you carefully as you gently grab the top of his precious Stetson.

Turning back to look at him, flashing him a seductive look, you place his hat on top of your head. You lick your bottom lip and bite it, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance. “Let’s go for a ride, cowboy.”

Jack grins back at you dangerously, “oh babydoll you’re going to be the death of me!”

He shifts and plants his legs into the bed, straightening his knees to give him leverage. He ruts his hips up into yours and sets a punishing pace, resulting in a loud, erotic moan erupting from your chest. Taking that as encouragement, he digs his fingers into your hips to keep you steady while the head of his cock strokes that spot deep inside of you.

The coil in your stomach starts to tighten again and you clench around him. You can feel your next orgasm start to barrel towards you. The sound of skin slapping and your mutual gasps and moans intertwining fills your ears. You haven’t broken eye contact with him and it only adds to the fire deep in his own abdomen.

Your legs start to shake as you cum hard around him, riding out the blissful shockwaves. His cock continuing to fuck up into you and giving the perfect amount of overstimulation for you to ride it out.

“Fuck! F-fuck, oh Jack-“

“Theeeere we go, that’s it, come on Sugar, you can take it!”

Jack takes one large hand and reaches out to rub his thumb against your clit, sending you over the cliff.

At the tail end of your explosive orgasm, you collapse onto his chest. He removes his hat to the side and wraps his arms around your torso, bringing his lips down to your ear to whisper again.

You did so good gorgeous.

Christ almighty girl, can you hear that? You’ve soaked me to the bone.

You begin to whimper and shake. Not sure what to do with your arms, you stretch them out behind you. Jack takes the opportunity to grab both wrists into one hand while the other is still wrapped around your back. Giving him just enough leverage to keep up with the pounding of his hips.

Jack’s own orgasm is very close, your overstimulated pussy fluttering around his length. His eyes roll to the back of his head, “I’m almost there sugar, w-where do you want me?”

You can barely speak while you dissolve into pleasure as you rest on his broad chest. You manage to spit out “inside…on pill….please, inside….”while burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

Jack’s position inside of you practically has his lower back hover above the bed with his legs keeping him up. He suddenly tenses up, hips stutter, and he finally crashes into his own orgasm. His thrusts begin to slow but ride out the pulsing of his cock as it shoots ropes into your tight, wet cunt.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, he relaxes onto the bed. Stretching his legs to rest on the plush mattress. You feel the deep rise and fall of his chest underneath your own. Lifting your head to see his eyes wrenching open to meet yours. He smiles, and you smile back, scooting up to kiss him. He welcomes your lips with a hum and molds his mouth around yours.

The two of you stay like this for a few moments, sated and content. You just know you’re going to be feeling him the next day and you’re sure he’ll love to know that.

Eventually his cock slips out of you as he rolls both of you to your sides, facing each other as closely as you can. He rubs his nose against yours and you giggle.

“Jack…that was phenomenal.”

“I know sugar, I was there,” he drawls, southern accent even more present.

You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder, his hand reaches around to grab your ass cheek to bring you closer to him.

Jack brings his other arm up to wrap around you between the bed and your arm. He holds you close to him, planting a soft kiss atop your head.

“Thank you sugar,” he murmurs.

You rub your head into the crook of his neck, “thank you? For what?”

“For giving this ‘old man’ a chance.”

Your hand comes up to splay across his pectoral above his heart and you feel his quickened heartbeat underneath your palm. Your own heart is also rapidly beating in tandem. You then bring your hand up to caress his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“That girl has no idea what she missed out on,” you say, tenderly. “But I’m glad it ended up this way.”

Jack looks deep into your eyes and feels like his heart might burst. He didn’t mean to take the rejection so hard, but what he ended up with was far times better.

Be brings up the comforter on the bed to cover you as he slips out of it. You pout at him in protest, sitting up until he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, teasingly shushing you.

“Ssshh, sweet girl, just hold on tight for a minute.”

With a light kiss to your forehead as you lay back down, nestling yourself into the soft bed, he treks to the bathroom. You hear him rustling for a few minutes, the sink turning on and off and then the sound of the tub filling. He comes back with a cloth, you catch onto his intent and move the blanket to give him access. Softly, he cleans you up and then discards the cloth.

He offers you a hand and you accept it, letting him help lift you up from the bed to stand on shaky legs. You use both arms to grab him and he smirks, pleased with himself once again. Your legs feel like jello but you’re not complaining one bit.

He brings you to the tub, getting inside first and offering his hands to bring you in with him. You give a low hiss, feeling the hot water touch your skin as you sink into the water. You seat yourself between his legs and rest your back to his chest.

Both of you sigh in contentment, you rest your head back into his shoulder. His hand reaches to rest on your neck and rub his thumb along the hollow of it. He slowly places reverent kisses along your temple into your hairline.

Never, did you think this is how today would end up and you couldn’t be more thankful. Jack simultaneously excites and comforts you. Jack finds himself infatuated, you’ve possibly become the much needed balm for his aches.

“Oh shoot, we didn’t use your belt,” you laugh.

Jack smiles into your hair, “I was thinking we could use that next time…”

Your face falls, you turn your head slightly to face him. His eyes are affectionate and the corners of his lips turned up. You flutter your lashes and mirror back his expression, heart thumping harder in your chest. You didn’t mean to assume this was a one time thing but you’re thrilled to know he wants more of you. Will this lead somewhere interesting?

“I’d love that,” you whisper as he brings his lips down to yours, holding you in a long kiss. His thumb comes up to stroke your cheek and you deepen it. You turn your body towards his, sitting up and moving to straddle his hips. You break off the kiss to rest your hands on his shoulder as he rubs your back, pressing you tight against him.

Jack thought he might be scared to ever find love again. He’s not saying this is love, not yet exactly. But after years of one-night stands, not taking himself seriously and rejected flirting attempts, he’s tired. Ready for something fresh and new. He wonders how in the world your two worlds seemed to line up the way they did. Today might have started with a nearly instant sexual attraction, but it ended off with a full heart and ease he hasn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

Not since her.

And knowing you reciprocate that, enthusiastically, motivates him.

[not-a-space-alien]

Tinytopia Chapter 12: Monoculture

Story Masterpost

On AO3

Thanks to my beta reader, @appelsiinilight

In this chapter: Advanced botany lessons

***

Thistle tightened his grip on Marigold, to his right, and Pixie-Jax, to his left.  “Okay, on three.  Ready?  One.  Two.  Three!”

None of them moved.

Moon, hovering in the air next to the tree limb, tut-tutted.  “Come on, now, you’ll never fly if you keep your feet on solid ground.”

They were all learning how to fly.  Thistle had a new prosthetic wing.  Marigold had only recently recovered from a catastrophic injury, and his muscles were atrophied.  Jax had never actually flown before.

And they were all discovering just how scary it was to learn how to fly.

“I’ll go if you two go,” Jax said.

“I’m sorry,” Thistle said.  “I’m just nervous.”

Marcy was waiting down below to catch them.  “You can do it!  You can start with just jumping down.  Thistle and I were making good progress just doing that.  Just jump!  Do it together!”

“Okay,” Marigold said.  “On three.”

“One.  Two.  Three!”

None of them moved.

“For God’s sake, do I have to push you off?” Moon said, exasperated.

“You don’t have to be holding each other’s hands,” Marcy said.  “It might be a better idea to go separately?”

“No!” Thistle yelped.  “I need to be holding hands!”

Marigold smiled.  “Do you remember the old, old oak tree where Mother’s Mother taught us to fly?”

Thistle felt warm and fuzzy at the memory.  “Yeah.  We were so small, and so high up off the ground.”

“You still are,” Moon said, perching behind them in a threatening way.  “I’ll push you off if that’s what it takes to make progress.”

“All right, Moon, let them go at their own pace,” Marcy chided.

Moon dropped down, hovering under the branch once again.  “Come on, I know y’all can do it!”

“Okay.”  Thistle crouched down.  He’d done this before.  Surely he could do it again!  It shouldn’t be that hard!  “On three.  One.  Two…”

An image flashed in his mind, suddenly and forcefully–a startlingly clear picture of him throwing himself off the branch and successfully flying.  You can do it!

It took Thistle a moment to remember that was how dryads communicated, beaming images directly into your head like that.  He startled and hugged the branch, looking around wildly.

Trilloras was down by Marcy’s ankle.

“You!” Thistle raged.  Suddenly he found it within himself to dive down; he spread his wings and flapped in a controlled fall towards her.  “You have a lot of explaining to do!”

Trilloras shied behind Marcy’s ankle.  Marcy stepped to the side.  “Oh, did you come to cheer them on?”

“Forget that!”  Thistle hit the dirt and stormed over.  “You’ve got a lot of nerve to just ignore us, you know!”

Trilloras scratched the dirt with her foot.

“Here’s something interesting, a lot of new magical creatures are showing up and telling us a dryad told them to come here.  You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Trilloras’s leaves all wilted inwards, and she dashed away and smacked into a nearby root, disappearing into the tree.

Moon wafted down to land gracefully beside him.  “Thistle, my dear, you really need to speak to her less… forcefully, if you want her to be less shy.”

Thistle sighed.  “Fine, fine.  Sorry.”

Marcy knelt down.  “You can come back out.  It’s okay.  We’re not mad at you, we just want to know.”

“I’m mad at you,” Thistle muttered.

Trilloras very slowly reformed from the bark of the tree, her two beady hollyberry-red eyes watching them all.

“I’d like an explanation,” Marcy said.  “If you have one.  Please?”

Trilloras’s rootlike feet planted into the ground.  Another image flashed out–her roots going down, way down, and something akin to spectral, magical roots branching out even further.  The sinuous knots expanded out until they touched a tangled network of similar structures, like a nervous system.

“Are the… dryads all connected?  Like vines?”

Trilloras nodded.

“Do you… share information that way?  Communicate?”

Yes.

Marcy thought for a moment, then sat back, laughing.  “Oh my God.  Everyone started showing up here because they heard about us literally through the grapevine.”

Trilloras flashed them an image of Marcy shooing small creatures away from the house–turning them away.  Are you going to?

“Thistle, should we tell the dryads to stop sending people here?” Marcy said.  “It makes me a little nervous that everyone knows we’re here, but now that word’s out, it seems like we can’t really undo that anyway.”

Thistle was torn.  It went against everything he’d been raised with to advertise their location and invite everyone in.  On the other hand… it was exciting having new people over.  And if they needed help, like Auburn and Jax, how could they say no?

“No,” Thistle said.  “Well… not right now, maybe?  You’re right that I don’t think we can realistically keep people away now… But I think we’re going to need more space, if, um, if more are going to show up.”  Maybe they could have something in the yard, for people who were new and not sure if they were trustworthy enough to let into the house yet?

“I can talk to Colin about it.  Thanks, Trilloras.”

“It really would have been better if you’d asked first,” Thistle said, grinding his teeth.  “Before telling everyone about all our business.”

“All right,” Marcy said placatingly.  “Nothing we can do about it now.  Although, um, Thistle is right, Trilloras.  Maybe in the future, ask first.”

Trilloras bashfully pulled her arms in.

Marcy held her hands up for Jax and Marigold to step into, but Trilloras tugged on Marcy’s pantleg to get her attention again.

“Oh?  Do you need something?  Is that why you came out?”

Trilloras nodded, then flashed them another image:  across the tangle of magical information-sharing roots, Trilloras showed them the feeling of another dryad: this one in terrible pain, raging helplessly and directionlessly.

“Oh no,” Marcy said.  “Does someone need help?”

Trilloras nodded.

“You only came out because you needed something!” Thistle said hotly, prompting Trilloras to scuttle behind Marcy again.

“Come on now, Thistle,” Marcy said.  “It's for someone else, not her.”

As much as Thistle loved being angry, he couldn’t deny it was much more in-character for him to help.  Thistle crossed his arms.  “Fiiiiiine.  What's the problem?”

Trilloras dumped a very complicated image onto them:  images of a cornfield, a dryad whose consciousness was split between all the plants.

Marcy gasped.  “Is there a dryad occupying crops?  That can’t be good, right?”

We told her not to.  She wouldn’t listen.

“So this other dryad is in somebody’s corn?” Thistle said.  “Who cares?  She’ll just leave when it’s time to harvest it, right?”

Trilloras looked uncertain.

“What do you need help with, Trilloras?”

Her mind is fragmented.  She was too ambitious and took multiple plants.  It split her apart as it grew.  She was upset her plants were destroyed by humans, so she took their plants instead.  Bad things happen to dryads when they take humans’ cultivated, unnatural plants, and even more bad things happen when they take multiple plants.  But she would not listen, and now she can’t hear us.

“She can’t hear you?”  

Trilloras flooded them with images of this other dryad driven to pain and aggression, stalking through the corn agitatedly.  Her mind is gone.

“Okay.  That’s… bad, for sure.  Are you worried she’s going to be found by the humans there?  Or hurt?”

Yes.

“I don’t see how that’s our problem,” Thistle said, still being petty.  “Dryads have managed themselves fine without us till now, I don’t see why you have to draft Marcy to help.”

“I want to help!” Marcy rushed to clarify.  This sounded fascinating.  “But is there a way to help her?”

The forest is coming to fix it.  She will die if they get to her before we do.

“Oh,” Thistle said softly.  “So, when this has happened before, the other dryads normally just fix it by killing whatever dryad this happens to?”

Trilloras nodded.  Sap welled up suspiciously near her eyes.  Thistle felt acutely her desire to save her sister’s life.

“Okay,” Thistle said.  “I guess we can try to help.”

“Yes!” Marcy said.  “Okay.  We’ll do our best.  Will it help if we convince her to leave the corn?”

Yes.

“Okay.”

She won’t listen now, but if we were there with her, maybe…

“Okay,” Marcy said.  “We’ll go there, and we’ll see if we can talk to her.”

Trilloras nodded rapidly.

Marcy held out her hand.  “I’ll take you there.”

Trilloras blinked at Marcy’s hand, then eased into it.  Her roots grew and entangled around Marcy’s fingers, like a snake.  It felt weird.

Thistle climbed into her other hand with Jax and Marigold, and Moon landed on her shoulder.  She felt a bit like a mother possum.  “Okay, everybody ready to go back inside?”

She ferried the small creatures back inside and set Jax and Marigold down next to their houses.  “We’re going on a bit of a field trip to help Trilloras,” she announced.  “Does anyone want to come too?”

When Thistle repeated the query in Pixish, Severa slithered over.  “I will join.”  She climbed up Marcy’s arm rapidly and settled around her shoulders.

“Can I go?  I want to go!” Jax said, bouncing.

“Sure.”

“You have to ask if you want some of Trilloras’s hair though,” Thistle butted in.  

Jax sheepishly climbed into Marcy’s hand next to Thistle.  Privately, Thistle thought having a dryad who was actually willing to talk with them on demand would be immensely useful, so he hoped Jax could manage a dryad incarnation.

Auburn, who’d been clinging to the pullup bar, sleepily said, “I want to go too.”

“Did I wake you up?  Sorry.”

“It’s okay.  I want to help.”  He spread his wings and dropped down, clinging to the back of Marcy’s head.  She briefly had a thought about her childhood fears of a bat getting tangled in her hair.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.  I’ll help.  I’m helpful.”

“Okay.”  Laden with Thistle and Jax in one hand, Trilloras in the other, Severa around her neck like a fashionable scarf, Moon on her shoulder, and Auburn’s little hands gripping her hair, Marcy was suddenly very afraid of falling over.  She felt a bit like a rock climbing wall.

She carefully made her way over to her laptop on the dining room table and opened it.  She opened it and opened her preferred maps program.  (The author will decline to specify the brand since they are not paying for product placement.)

“Can you show us where we’re going?”

Trilloras blinked at the screen, completely uncomprehending.

“This is a map.  Do you know how to read a map?”

Trilloras transmitted a single, intense emotion: confusion.

“It’s like–it’s like an aerial view, like we’re flying looking down at the ground.  Here.”  She flipped the toggle to the satellite view, so they could see all the trees and greenery.

This seemed to catch her attention more, but she merely climbed out of Marcy’s hand and craned her neck in a very interested way.

***

It took some doing, but they eventually managed to get Trilloras to help with navigating to their destination.  

Marcy started her car and dumped the menagerie of tiny creatures onto the passenger’s seat.  They formed a little pile inside the semicircle of Severa’s coils, which was so adorable Marcy struggled to keep her eyes on the road as she drove.

Auburn snuggled the closest to Severa's torso, clearly trying to gain some maternal affection.  Severa’s reciprocation was limited by the fact that he was a grown ass man and not an actual baby, but she allowed it and didn't pull away, which she would have with basically anybody else besides Thistle.

“So what exactly are we going to do?” Jax asked eagerly.  “Are we going to fight the big dryad?”

The word big gave Marcy pause.  It hadn't occurred to her till just then, but… she had no idea if this other dryad would be the same size as Trilloras or not.  “Um, we're just going to talk to her.”

“I'm sure between all of us, we can come up with an appropriate diplomatic strategy,” Moon said.

Marcy was secretly very relieved he was here.  As effective as Thistle's “just be nice and make friends” strategy had been… she wasn't looking forward to the inevitable first time it failed.  “I hope so.”

Trilloras’s route led them into a dusty back road.  The car bumped ungracefully and kicked up gravel.  Farmland replaced trees out the window.

“We must be getting close,” Marcy said as the crops changed from kale to corn.

Marcy had to keep prompting Trilloras for directions, but eventually she pulled over at the dryad’s instruction.

The dust settled around the car’s tires and the heat assaulted Marcy as she stepped out into the bright sunlight.  A bird cawed somewhere in the distance, but other than that, it was quiet.

She walked around the car and opened the passenger door.  The collection of tiny creatures all climbed up onto her like she was a bus.

“Okay,” Marcy said.  “Um.”  She turned towards the cornfield, unsure of what to do.  Trilloras was being incredibly unhelpful with regard to what their strategy should be.  “Trilloras, does she have a name?”

Cordyca.

“Okay.”  She looked out over the corn, which waved gently under a breeze.  “Um… Cordyca?  Hello?”

Nothing.

“We know you’re there!” Thistle shouted.  “Come out!”

That prompted some movement.  Apparently a pixie was a more worthy conversation partner than a human.  The stalks shifted, as if with anticipation.

“Um,” Thistle said.  “So, we’re here with Trilloras, and, and she says you need to leave, or something bad is going to happen.”

The corn rustled far in excess of what the light breeze would suggest.  A single stalk creaked and bent over, pointing an ear of corn directly at Marcy.

“Um.”  Marcy clasped her hand on it like it was a microphone.  “Hello.  Trilloras said the other dryads have been telling you that you need to leave the cornfield, but you weren’t listening to them.  We thought it would be harder to ignore us if we came out here in person–I mean, if we could talk face to face.”

A second stalk of corn bent at an unnatural angle, seeming to peer at Marcy’s face, the silk scruff wiggling like fingers.

“Um,” Marcy said.  “We can help you relocate, if you want.”

Trilloras climbed up Marcy’s arm, shivering her leaves and roots, clearly communicating with the other dryad privately.  Marcy really wished Trilloras would just work with her.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake,” Moon huffed.  He removed his sunglasses from his breast pocket, put them on, and hovered in the air over Marcy’s head.  “Look here, you, I think what you need is someone to give you a firm talking-to.  You can’t keep simply ignoring your sisters, and you can’t keep sitting around here in some hapless humans’ corn being all pissy.”

No response.  Moon gestured around.  “Look at this place!  It must have been cleared for farmland five decades ago!  You have to move on!  The wellbeing of the collective depends on us all working together to avoid disrupting humans too much.  Trust me, I know, and they are going to make sure you do your part even if you don’t want to.”

The stalks groaned and shifted, and the dryad reached out and touched them mentally.  It was jarring, scary, and overwhelming in a way none of them had ever felt before.  Marcy knew instantly this dryad was older than Trilloras and much, much larger.  She was suddenly sweating more.

“Don’t make her mad,” Auburn pleaded.

“Ah,” Moon said, now considerably less confident.  “Uh, well, what I’m trying to say is your dryad brethren, or, or sister-en, have to put you down like a mad dog if you won’t behave yourself for the sake of us all, and your little sister, here, Trilloras, cares for you very much and would very much like to see-”

The plants rumbled, now a gathering sound like a predator growling, and the leaves reached out towards him.  Marcy stepped back slightly, and Moon grounded himself on her head.  “Ah,” Moon continued.  “Really, what I’m trying to say is, is, you need to-”

A particularly long stalk whipped out from the field and snapped Moon off Marcy’s head, dragging him into the corn.  He let out an undignified scream, which instantly turned into outraged shouting.

“Shit!”  Marcy turned and dumped all the other small creatures back into the car.  “Shit!  Shit!  You all stay here.”

Trilloras wrapped her roots around Marcy’s wrist like a bracelet.

“Except, you, yeah.”

“Be careful, Marcy!” Thistle shouted, which was drowned out by Marcy slamming the car door shut, terrified of anything happening to any of them.

“Moon!” Marcy yelled, trying to peer over the stalks, afraid to touch them.  “Moon!  Shit!”

“You won’t have me like this!” Moon’s voice shouted faintly.  “You scoundrel!  You bombastic cur!”

“Shit.”  Marcy delicately slid her hands between the stalks, parting them.  She took a step into the corn–not only did it physically resist her, but it prompted another growl.  The leaves near the ground started climbing towards her.

“Shit, shit, shit.”  She took a step back, and the corn that had been reaching menacingly towards her retreated.

Moon’s voice was getting further away.  “I’ll tan your hide, you rakish ginger-snap!  There’s only room for one rumbumptious creature here, and it isn’t you!”

“Moon!” Marcy yelled.  “Try to get above the corn!  If you can fly back over to me, we can get out of here!”

“You chicken-hearted fribble!” Moon’s outraged voice echoed.  “How about a taste of this?”

Marcy heard a jet of fire like a flamethrower.  “Shit!  Moon, you’re going to burn the field down!”

“Maybe that’s what this white-livered sneaksby needs!”

Smoke rose up over the field.

“Moon!” Marcy screamed.  “For fuck’s sake!  I’m serious!  I can’t help you over there!”

To her immense relief, she saw Moon’s figure flit up into the air above where the fire was.  An ear of corn was hurled into the air after him, which he dodged.

“Over here, doofus!”

Moon turned around, dodged a tentacle of cornstalk trying to grab him, and jetted over, landing in Marcy’s hair.

“Fuck,” Marcy said, seeing the mass of plants agitatedly getting more and more full of motion.  The plume of smoke thickened.  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcy dove into the driver’s side, started the car, and slammed the gas.  A curling tendril that had been trying to ensnare her back tire snapped off.

***

Well…  They hadn’t helped quite like they’d wanted to, but Trilloras seemed less worried–apparently a dryad could survive their plant being burned if they fled.  Which was what Cordyca needed to do anyway.

Marcy came out of the donut shop and sat back in the car, turning the A/C on.  “We’re clear.”

The creatures which had been hiding in the center console emerged.  Jax was first onto Marcy’s lap.  “What did you get?  What do we have?”

“Um.  There’s a few cream-filled ones.”  Marcy put the half-dozen donuts on the passenger’s seat with the lid open.  “It was cheaper to just get a box of them, so I guess everyone can just have their own.”  It was wildly excessive, but whatever.

Severa sniffed the donuts disdainfully.  “Thistle can have mine.”

Marcy sighed and pulled up her phone, where the news coverage of the burning field was still going.  “I guess just burning the whole thing down is one way to fix it… though not the way I would have picked.  Are we going to get in trouble?”

Thistle stood on the doorhandle to peek over the window.  “Surely not.  Nobody saw us, right?  And they’ll be able to tell where in the field the fire started, so even if they saw you, it wouldn’t look like the fire started from where we were.”

Moon stood in the donut box, picking off sprinkles one by one to eat.  “You’re welcome.”

“Moon, respectfully,” Marcy said.  “If we’re going to meet freaky shit like giant dryads, maybe you should choose your words a bit more carefully.”

Moon reddened.  “Ah.”  He licked a bit of frosting off his finger.  “I suppose I can be a bit overconfident at times.”  It was probably as close to an apology as they would get.

Auburn was trying to nibble on a donut and evidently not enjoying the taste.  “Is she going to be okay?”

Marcy started the engine.  “It seems like it might be clear by now, so… I guess we can go look.”

They retraced their steps, past firetrucks with no sirens going, tired-looking rednecks that Marcy felt the need to apologize to.  She pulled over in the same spot as before, then got out.

The field was mostly gone, charred stubble all that was left on the ground.  A bit of it was still smoking.  Marcy took a few steps in, shoes getting dusty instantly.

She let out a sad sigh.  “I’m sorry, Trilloras.  We just made it worse instead of better.”

Trilloras slithered down Marcy’s leg and into the fertile soil, picking her way over errant stems.  She didn’t seem upset–in fact, she seemed to be homing in on something.

There, pushing its way up between the bits of blackened plants and white, charred mass, was a second dryad.  It was smaller than Trilloras, just a whisper of a sprout, and its body was dried and burned like charcoal.  It was crying silently.

Trilloras came over and knelt down, scooping up the second dryad into her arms.  The crying stopped.

Marcy knelt down.  “Is that her?” she whispered in awe.

Trilloras nodded.  Everything has been burned away.  She can start over.

Thistle hopped down.  “That’s wonderful.”

“She can take one of the plants in our front yard, right?” Marcy said.  “We can keep an eye on her and make sure everything is okay.”

Trilloras hugged her sister to herself, washing them all with relief and the feeling that everything was going to be okay.

***

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!!!Mafia Boss HC!!!

This is for COD MW2, requested by mindscape123

They said -

Hey, how do you the 141 would collectively react to a reader who’s a mafia boss and like, just buys them stuff all the time? Like guns? Done. Hot tub? No problem! Hideout which is just a penthouse in the Bahamas? Whatever makes you smile.

I love this so much! Imma assume that they already know that they are a Mafia Boss, so here is the back story, then onto the HC!!!

Y/N pays off political members around the world so they can sell guns and things of that nature. Y/N was in the military for years before they left, and became something like Shadow Comp. Contracted arms if you will, they will go on missions if needed but not a lot. They normally send help, so they can run their shit. Y/N is a contact of Price and Laswell. Y/N also doesn't see any buyer in person, Y/N wants to be safe in public and hides who they are from most people.

John Price - 

He trusts you, I mean, he met Y/N through Nikolai after all. 

John always feels kinda bad when you make bigger purchases, but gets over it. If it’s for a mission, he won’t care about the Price (wink wink). But when it’s you with the mates and you buy all the drinks and food, he tries to keep it to water and a cheaper food at first.

He gives in and gets what he wants after the boys order whatever they want and slam all the drinks they want. 

Price definitely thinks that there is a plant at one of your safehouses, and worries for your life and safety, and has talked to you about it many times before.

Information is Need-To-Know, meaning y’all don’t just spill the beans about what you do. Just if you need something from the other person.

You mostly provide passages and equipment for Price and his squad in “off the books” missions, and Price will take care of anyone getting in your way of money or products. Fair trade after all. 

After he returns, you make sure he is given at least five packs of his favorite cigars. You normally can’t wait for 141 to get back from a mission so this is something you do as a tip for a job well done.

Once asked for a private bar for him and his mates, you opened a ton of them all over the UK. Yes, it is also a smoke shop. They all have VIP ofc.

When you told him, he smiled. :>

Kate Laswell -

You and her have worked together for years, when y’all both had boots on the ground. You two are still close, but not really when it comes to work. 

She tries to follow the books, but will contact you if she has no other choice.

You two never really work together because of this, but you’ll still buy her drinks or send her wife gifts like a new wardrobe or diamonds. On Kate’s request, of course.

You went to her wedding and paid for it, it was a dream wedding for them. Kate still thanks you time and time again. 

Kate and her wife asked you to leave the Mafia life and live normally. A safe life. You declined, but still consider what a normal life would be after the Mafia. But there is no leaving after all.

Soap - 

He doesn’t really know what you do, he just likes to have a good time.

Deff will take any gift from you, and will try to get you something in return. It’s normally something from Scotland like a little flag. 

He loves doing your jobs because he knows that there will be a huge dinner with the mates.

You love getting him drunk, because he starts to pick on Ghost. His accent really spikes, then he's only speaking Scottish. 

Trust you to buy him great food, he doesn’t really think about trust past that when it comes to you.

Soap is 100% the first person to order drinks and food. No shame here.

He is also the first to thank you for dinner. It always makes the rest of the guys mad because it sounds forced from them. 

Ghost - 

He just listens to Price. Ghost doesn’t trust you per say, but trusts Price.

He just looks at you.

When having dinner, you saw that he had his food in a to-go box. The next time you took 141 out for food you gave Ghost a loose mask, kinda like a blanket. Just so he can eat with everyone. 

Make sure y’all are in a VIP room, just for him.

He brings it with him everywhere so he can eat with his mates.

Ghost will order food and a few drinks, but doesn’t like spending other people's money.

Ghost deff babysits Soap the whole time.

He has only asked for one thing, and that was for Lady GaGa tickets for soap.

Gaz - 

Respectful. He is in the same boat with Ghost about ordering anything.

He will ask for stuff for his family. You always do more than he asked.

You get his family passes for Disney World, and pay for the whole trip. I mean, flight there and back, hotel, everything.

Gaz will feel bad, but Price explains to him that that's just how you are and  to not feel bad about any gifts.

He was sad that the Lady GaGa tickets are expensive (Wink Wink).

Alejandro - 

He LOVES it, I mean, you sell out anyone causing trouble in or near Mexico, and he keeps quiet about anything you do. You keep sales out of Mexico, he keeps his operations out of your sales. Best duo, really.

Loves a good party, at any time. You don’t really have to pay for it, but you do. 

He also asks for stuff for his family, but he will be the one to bring any gifts to them. He wants to keep them safe, after all.

Also asked for Lady GaGa tickets…..for……family……yeah……

Konig - 

He doesn’t know how to react. I mean, he’s grateful but feels bad. Like Gaz.

He loves his shirt-mask and bike helmet combo too much to get anything new. 

Will take a new sniper anyday, you even bought him displays for his collection.

He also asked for Lady GaGa tickets. 

You folded and bought VIP tickets for everyone.

I really loved this topic! I tried to keep it GN, sorry if I messed up anywhere! Please tell me what to write next!

[burins]

happy Sunday a couple people (@feyburner and @try-set-me-on-fire and maybe someone else? if so I forget and I'm sorry) have tagged me in snippet stuff! I still can't write atm and I'm not rly sure when I'll be able to (June?? maybe?? please god let this PT round work) but I have been reading old drafts and I found 6k of ancient catws Sam & Bucky road trip fic that for having been written eight years ago still makes me go oogh. maybe it will also make you go oogh!(don't worry I am not posting all 6k.)

“Steve’s probably told you all about the 30s, right?” Bucky says. He’s sitting in the backseat, right in the middle of Sam’s view out the back. They’re somewhere in Nowheresville, North Carolina, so it’s not as annoying as it was when he pulled this shit in Jersey.  

“Not really,” Sam says. He can see Bucky’s silent scoff without even looking, but it’s true. Steve hasn’t told anyone shit about anything. It seems to be his MO. Sam wishes someone would explain to him that the element of surprise doesn’t apply to interpersonal relationships, but probably everyone is assuming that job falls to Sam.

“Really?” Bucky asks. “Nothing? Why the hell am I in your car, then?”

“I mean, he gave me the basics, the two poor little matchboys, y’all had approximately half a penny to rub together, you kept him alive with nothing more than the flame of your undying devotion to warm your little breast, but he didn’t really flesh the story out.”

“Huh,” says Bucky.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Sam says, feeling like he might have made a wrong turn somewhere about five conversational miles back, “he cares about you. We all know he cares about you. And when he does talk, it’s nice stuff, you know, ‘Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky,’ that kind of shit.”

“Your Steve voice needs work.” Bucky’s picking at the upholstery in the backseat. He hasn’t made a hole yet, which Sam thinks is either a major point in favor of Japanese engineering, or Bucky Barnes is reining himself in for the first time in his life. 

“Always open to suggestions,” Sam says. The hills roll out before them. Someone else might call them wide and welcoming. His skin prickles. They pass another billboard for another peach farm. It’s faded from who knows how many years of Southern sun, the oranges and reds gone ghostly.

“In 1937, he almost died,” Bucky says.

“I kind of got the sense that he did that a lot.”

Bucky chuckles. “Yeah, he did. This was different, though. We called the priest, and the priest came in and stood over him and said a lot of things about absolution, which was funny because Steve never went to confession after his ma stopped making him go.”

“Really?” Sam can’t help himself. “Sorry, I guess I always thought he would’ve been the altar boy type. What with all the guilt and all.”

They passed a lot of quarries going through Virginia, and Bucky’s smile looks familiar, like it’s been blasted into his face. “No, that was always me,” he says. “Steve was always trying to pick fights with anybody stronger’n him, and that included God.”

“Do you still?” Sam asks. It’s a few moments before Bucky replies.

“I go to Mass,” he says. “I don’t go up, though.”

“Oh.” Sam doesn’t know a lot about being Catholic, but he’s pretty sure the wafer part is a big deal.

“Yeah.”

They pass a field, a strip mall, a large block of concrete that’s either a factory or a prison. Bucky’s plant is slightly too small for the cupholder, and it rattles every time the road gets a little rough. It rattles a lot out here.

“The priest tried to put the oil on him, you know, like you’re supposed to at the very end, but Steve was sweating so much it just slid off him. Father said some stuff about easing his passage into the light everlasting, and he left, and it was just me in there, looking down at this little shit, this little bastard who was half my life. He couldn’t breathe, really, just kept making these scared, choked gurgling noises. It was fucking horrible. He wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop making that noise, and I wanted him to die so bad.”

There’s a hawk circling above them. Sam stares blindly out the windshield.

“I reached out and I put my hand on his throat and I wanted to press down. I wanted to make it easy for him. He always tried so damn hard at things. He kept choking and I just pushed down, just the littlest bit, and it stopped, and god, I’ve never loved a silence so much in my life.” 

Bucky’s wrapped his metal hand around the little pot, holding it still. The rattling stops. 

“I let go, obviously. I let go, and he finally fell asleep. I guess maybe I jolted something loose, because he wasn’t making that noise the next day.” He laughs. “Or maybe I’m giving myself too much credit, huh? Maybe I’m just trying to make myself feel better.” 

Sam pulls left to pass an ancient Honda.

“HYDRA didn’t do shit to me that wasn’t already there.”

“I don’t think it works like that.”

“Nah,” Bucky says. “It does, though. Because here’s the really fucked up thing, okay. More fucked up than me trying to kill my ‘best friend since childhood, inseparable in schoolyard and battleground,’ even. You wanna hear it?”

Sam doesn’t wanna hear it. He doesn’t. But Bucky needs to say it, and so he breaks yet another of his own rules, and he says, “Whatever you need to tell me, I’m listening.”

Bucky snorts. “Sure, Wilson, sure. I can’t remember, is the thing. I don’t know if I did that then, or if it was another scared kid I killed thirty years later. That sound got pretty fucking familiar after a while. Maybe I dreamed the whole thing. I don’t know. I sure as hell can’t ask Steve, can I?”

[bozzowl]

reader x Simon with biting :3

Simon X Reader here ya go! :3

You were out in the woods with your friends Simon, Fionna and Cake. You guys kept bugging Simon about his survival skills and where he’d learn to defend himself. He decided to take you guys out camping to teach you all how to start a fire, which plants were safe to eat and basic medical care. He showed you how to properly wrap bandages and tend to minor wounds in case of emergency. Simon would have you help him demonstrate certain techniques. Especially how to wrap the hand and wrist properly with the bandages. He would often blush as he came even close to touching your hand, you even noticed that even after the demonstration his hand would linger on yours before slowly letting go. He really liked you, it was obvious from the way he would stutter. With a fine blush on his cheeks whenever he sat close to you or even looked at you. Fionna and Cake could tell Simon had fallen for you. And they don’t blame him either, you were definitely a catch even if you hadn’t realized it. Whenever Simon would act awkward around you, she’d yell her famous phrase “KISS EACH OTHER!”. This would cause the you to blush as well as he blushed even harder.

One night, everyone sat by the fire on some old logs as Simon told stories of when he used to take care of Marceline after the mushroom war. How he would defend her from mutants and set up camps. He was a great father figure for sure. The way he would smile as he was reminiscing about life before the war would always catch your eye. That damn smile, that’s how he got your attention. And the way he laughed made that soft spot in your heart flutter. You both wanted each other.

Simon couldn’t help but smile at you whenever he saw you. When you two talked, he could barely look away from your eyes. Your eyes were his new heaven. However, when he did manage to look away from your gaze his eyes would drift down to your lips… and then your neck.

You scooted a little closer to Simon as he was talking about the time Finn took him out on an adventure. His eyes locked on you, and you locked onto him. Fionna and Cake exchanged knowing glances, they knew exactly what was on your mind as well as his. Fionna held up her hand, “hey, me and cake are gonna head to our tent”. Cake said with a smirk, “ yeah, you two look like y’all need some alone time…or should I say…. Adventure time!” She winked at you and Simon. They head off to their tent, leaving you alone with Simon.

You both sat there with nothing but the sound of crickets and the soft crackles of the fire. Simon was a little shy at first, looking away for a moment because of what Cake said. He speaks up, “hey… uh… I’ve been thinking about… you and I… and… I really like you.” Your eyes lit up, blushing as he just admitted this to you. You tell him you feel the same way, maybe you’re playing with your hair or the fabric of your jacket. Whatever you do when you’re flustered, he finds it cute. The two of you keep talking about adventures and time spent together for about an hour before Simon checks the time. He looked at his watch, it’s 9:37 pm. He turns to you to say, “maybe we should head him for the night…”. You agree, and as you lift yourself off the log, Simon reached out to you, “wait, would you… like to join me in my tent tonight?”. You look at him with a smile, “oh? Are you sure?”. Simon stood up with you, put the fire out and offered his hand for you, “yes”. You take his hand, then head into his tent. Your tent was your favorite color and stood next to his. Simon pulls you into his tent.

With only a single oil lantern for light, you look him in the eyes. He holds you and you slowly wrap your arms around him as the two of you lock eyes. His eyes sparkling with the reflection of the dim yet warm light. Your heart pounding in your chest, you feel his hand gently caressing your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. Your lips pressed against his as he tilts his head slightly, savoring the moment with closed eyes. His other hand slowly drifting down your back. You feel his chest, you can feel his heart beating. His warmth welcomes you as he pulls you closer. Then he pulls back from the kiss, looking down at your neck, “can I try something?”. You nod, giving him the ok to continue. Simon moves his head over to your neck, you feel his lips grazing your skin before feeling teeth. To your surprise, Simon was the kinky type. Starting out with gentle nibbles and kisses on your neck, leading down to your shoulders and the collar bone. He sucks on your skin, leaving marks on your neck. He bites you, just a little harder than before. Perhaps you gasp, moan a little at the feeling of his mouth on you in such a way. You swiftly bite him in return, the sudden action causing him to gasp… in pleasure. Simon held you as you returned the nibbles and nips on his neck, groaning, “oh YN… *gasps* o-oh… oh my~”. You both take turns marking each other, carefully decorating each other with hickies and teeth marks. Kisses each other deeply, feeling his tongue dancing on yours as he held you close by the waist. You keep kissing each other until breathless. After the passionate embrace you both share, he lays down with you cuddling up beside him. You fall asleep in his arms as he looks at you with a warm smile. As time moves forward, you and Simon continue the relationship and even experiment with other “activities”. That night is often on his mind, even when you’re not around. Always thinking of you, with that damn smile.

[typicalopposite]

W.I.P Wednesday

Thank you so so much to @onthewaytosomewhere and @luainthewild for the tags and I can not describe how much I CAN NOT wait to reads y’all’s stories! 💕💕 (updated to add @hgejfmw-hgejhsf since I already had posted 😂💕)

It is true @onthewaytosomewhere that I have swayed from the FirstPrince path lately and been dabbling in Psych 👀 BUT imma cheat the system a little and post two snippets! If for no other reason than to keep the rwrb fire burning in the background while I work through this new fic! :)

So without further ado here’s a snippet from the untitled Psych fic

“Ehh? See?” Juliet’s smile brightens her whole face; it’s her cheeky ‘I was right’ smile she often uses against Shawn, Lassiter, and well… everyone. She looks past Gus across the hall and mouths I told you at McNabb, who is also standing hidden behind a column. He looks doubtfully over at them and then looks back towards Lassiter’s desk. Gus and Juliet follow suit just in time to see Shawn lean in closer, turning his head towards Lassiter’s face. “Holy crap,” Juliet whispers, leaning more against Gus to get a better look. Gus would have mentioned she was starting to tip him off balance; however he is way too focused on the fact it looks like his best friend is about to plant a kiss on a Lassiter’s cheek. Lassiter, who Gus is certain hates said best friend… because he says so on a near daily basis. Lassiter, who Gus is certain would have Shawn put under the jail if he ever found out Shawn really wasn’t psychic… because he says so on a near daily basis. Lassiter… who is smiling this crooked, goofy (in a way he’s never seen before) smile at Shawn, as the younger man continues to lean in towards him, saying something inaudible as he moves.

And because I just love FirstPrince too much to not post for them too I’m gonna pull something from my FirstPrince but make them dads Fic Baby Mine.

“HmmMmmMmmmMmmmm…” Henry hums, as he bounces the screaming infant in his arms. She’s been like this since Alex handed her over to him, and now Alex is at work; and Henry refuses to call him back home because he can’t calm their daughter himself. Still Alex did say he could easily bring all his paperwork home if he had to… Henry shakes his head at himself. No. No, that's not fair to Alex. He is already so behind on work from the time he had taken off when she was born. Alex has kept her whole days on his own when Henry had to deal with an issue at the shelter; there is no reason Henry shouldn’t be able to manage for just a few hours. He can do this.  Or so he thought before her cries turned to wails, then turned to shrieks, as if she’s in some unimaginable pain, and Henry can feel himself starting to panic. “Shhh, there there now… it’s alright; you’re alright.” And she is, isn’t she? He has checked her over multiple times. She is fed, burped, changed. She should be fine. “God I hope you’re alright…” He whispers, feeling tears stinging the corners of his eyes. In no time he is sobbing along with her. 

Now I tag @scripted-downfall and expect Twooooo snippets because she didn’t do it last week.. this is 100% a full pressure tag 😂

[chloeworships]

I wanted to add the dogs were moving like bulls when they buck. Also, it was revealed to me that these dogs could be surfers 🏄‍♂️ Indeed it did look as though they were surfing as they went up and down across the lake.

⚠️ I came to warn you that they will try to stop and block whatever you’re working on. I just know I felt the people in higher places were not having it anymore. Only y’all know what “IT” means 🤡👀 It may be time to reign something in.

That one owl is working on something HOT. I’d help him if I could. It’s going to benefit EVERYONE❗️

Some of you are actually coaches and your team has champion potential.

Someone may want to open up an orphanage or a place for young boys to rest their heads and eat a nutritious meal. This is such a good idea. I know our government (PM JT) has begun a good nutrition program for schools. That’s a great idea. I’m hearing something like a breakfast club but farrrrrrrrrrr bigger.

Here are some photos of the wings I was shown. Of course these are not the exact ones I saw in the dream because wow. Nothing compares. It was so subtle and only I saw them. Unbelievable!!!! What are these boys working on eh eh???

😏

Not going to lie even though the dogs meant well, they were acting too reckless babes.

The fact God didn’t show me any celebs is a big deal. He said it’s a warning ⚠️ (subtle)

I feel bad for the big dawg. His energy is so electrifying ⚡️

I lost everything I typed cha!!! I had start over from here:

😒

The Videos:

Ok so remember I told you all that the LORD in dreams where he speaks to me, the black fading/ blur along the sides of the scene is seen. I started internally screaming when I saw this.

How the MyrmiDONS were huddled TOGETHER was how the owls were huddled up together chilling with me. My hearttttttt. These owls could want to work with you.

This dream reminds me of David when he was a fugitive running from Saul who was then King. I absolutely love this story!! King David, after Jesus Christ is one of my most favourite men in history. He spared Saul’s life though he had a near perfect opportunity to destroy him. For that the LORD blessed him and the LORD will do the same with you because you remained FOCUSED on learning how to plant your seeds instead of engaging in unnecessary warfare. Stay close to the LORD and he will take care of you. Ya'll have no idea what’s really in store for you 😁

The scrips…

We see that number 24 again along with David’s comment of the “dead dog” 👀. I highlighted some key words and points.

Don’t be like Saul. Focus 🎯 on your money and your people (also ya kids) like the owls 🦉 and not on what others are doing.

The owls are wise even though they are young. Wisdom obtained at an early age is a gift from the LORD 🎁 Recall Jesus at the temple debating the Talmud with the Rabbi’s. He was only 12!!! And he was about his father’s BUSINESS 🪙 ✝️ Do you get it now? 😏

This also reminds me of God’s promise to me… that he would OBLITERATE all who come against me IF I wouldn’t seek revenge and he has kept his promise.

We know how Saul’s story ends and we know how it ends for David. God is right when he judges.

I am also secretly SCREAMING at verse Luke 2:52 which is EXACTLY what Ms. Shannon Evette spoke to us about.

“And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.”

The big dog:

What a cutie 🥰 meow 😻

PS. Someone’s CLOSE cousin or family member could be working on something but it needs fine tuning. Help them. This is a cousin or family member you love dearly like your own son or brother and they have been good to you.

I'm just going to have my own zoo. Seriously... the only problem is, I can't stand to see animals in cages but I love them so much!!

PPS: If you were wondering if you are protected... YES you are.

[alyosiuscreightonward]

Dear Diary. I am truly a loathsome person and I accept that specific piece of my puzzle. I don’t have empathy nor am I capable of dispensing sympathy. The art of cruelty? Look me up and you’ll learn how much cruelty I can easily give out for free. Abuse. Whether it’s verbal or emotional, I’ll provide you with the necessary tools. I’m not into gaslighting or physical abuse or anything like that. I’m known to say quite often, “There will be tears, but they won’t be mine. Trust.”

The other day, too many people dumped on me and they had to go live their lives and cocoon themselves in bubble wrap because they couldn’t afford to come to work and do their jobs. “I’ve got existential ennui and therefore I’m unable to get out of my own way. I’m demanding two weeks off from this condition.” This was less than twenty four hours before I was due to go to Palm Springs. I cried in front of customers and I cursed at them and I didn’t give a shit. You come at me complaining that there’s only one of me and you expect me to perform some kind of miracle and get another person to come to work??!! These are toddlers who I am dealing with and Mommy has to go through your shit for you because you don’t want to know how life can hurt you.

Your feelings will get eradicated just by blinking. I’ll admit, I’m pretty sure that I’m causing you such pain. “Do I really have to swallow a bandaid just because your heart is breaking?”

I told you from jump, that I was evil but fair. I’m going to warn you, I’ll let you know, I’ll even explain it to you like you’re five years old. However The Sword of Damocles is coming down on you and I’ll certainly chime in, “Oh well. Shit happens and don’t ever say I didn’t warn you.”

So I’ve had to fire three people. Two people are leaving. I’ve got one new person. The others, just not sure how long they’re going to last after they get a new store manager. I’ve been telling them, “Y’all in for a rude awakening and y’all best not putting my name in your mouth. Nope. No ma’am. Like I done told ya, remember that story about the chicken asked for assistance in planting her garden? Then she asked for assistance in reaping the harvest? Then she asked for assistance with the livestock? Oh yeah when she put that fresh baked bread up on her window sill, y’all came out like drooling idiots. Y’all done asked her if she could hook you up with a slice of bread. She said no way MF. Step off. Same thing happened here. I asked you. I told you. I warned you. Now y’all find yourselves out on the line. The unemployment line. Under no circumstances should you ever think of me. I’m out.”

From some really off beat movie and an odd piece of dialogue from that movie, “Burnside slap lazy hands.” That’s what is coming down momentarily. Though I hear it now, “I do all the work around here and this that and third don’t do diddly squat.” I don’t think I should remind you but in this case I will, “A tale as old as time.”

However I did digress a tad. The point I was rattling on about was how sometimes you need to get the fuck over it and move on.

What had happened was, I sitting in the waiting room and minding my own business. My friend was visiting her mom in the hospital and I was there for moral support. When I entered the room, I saw two men in their late forties wearing I don’t know what but it was not off the rack.

I knew the moment I laid eyes on them, they had issues. Developmental issues. They were twitching, or was it tardive dyskinesia? They certainly weren’t tweaking from a lost weekend. They both had flip phones. They played some incessant loop. “It’s my cell phone and I’m not going to be here forever you know.” Or something similar to that from one and the other one, looped sound from a video game from another era. I wanted to make it known that it was on, but 2 against 1. Nah. I just muttered and gave up several exasperated sighs. I think they caught on and they stopped.

The door swung open and an older woman came to fetch them. She said that she had to use the loo and they’d be departing momentarily.

They left. I sighed with relief.

Then I had this thought, I could never be in a situation where I had to deal with the challenged. Nope. Short fuse. I’m saying thermonuclear. Then I would thought, this why I absolutely abhor the bubble wrap crowd.

Later as we were leaving the hospital and venturing home, I told my friend that I have no tolerance for being a caregiver to a challenged person. I told her that many moons ago, I made a valiant effort and failed miserably.

Andrew. He was the guy. He had it in him to the work. He had the calling. I joined up because I’d be in the same room with Andrew. He had a smile that would not quit. It was infectious and you ended up smiling at him. Sigh. Puppy love. Oh dear me. I never knew what happened to Andrew, but I’m hoping that he’s continuing his work with the challenged. Me. I’d rather deal with a person speaking broken English than someone with challenges. Like the one time I was in the presence of three children all of whom had been diagnosed with ADHD and what have you and in front of their mother, who I loathed and barely acknowledged, I turned on them. When I’m in a situation where my frustration level is where you smoke and fire, yeah. Not pretty. I repeat what I’ve said once and I’ll say it again a few times more and with each inflection, you can feel the pain. You’re going to feel dizzy, the room feels cold, shortness of breath and then I’m coming in straight for the carotid artery and then the jugular. I choose my words carefully because there will be tears but they won’t be mine.

Yeah, that’s right. I am a vicious cunt. I’m a True Scorpion. Y’all think when a dog’s jaw clenches down is a walk in the park? The Drill Sargent in me is all up in your grill.

Well the end result of that little moment with that woman and her kids, we never crossed paths again and it got around quickly. Some of the people that orbited our worlds, they knew that I was not the one.

I’m going to simply admit that I am incapable, inept and my inability is front and center when I’ve had to deal with the challenged. The Deaf? I got a few ASL signs. Okay kewl. Foreign languages? I’ll find one for us to attempt to communicate. Okay I’m not fluent and I’ll never be but we’ll figure it out.

I’m not going to apologize or say that I’m sorry for how I feel and how I may act, but do know that I’m sincerely going out of my way not to be rude, crude, lewd and or socially unacceptable, mean, caustic or acidic and I will make sure to remove myself from that Ven Diagram.

My friend, she understood and said that it does take a very special person to do that work and that there’s no shame saying it’s not for me.

There you have it.

[malmagma]

I don’t know if anyone here is like super into plants but since it’s Earth day, I figured I’d show y’all my basil plant.

So I got this dude almost a year ago because my college was giving out little cups full of dirt and plant seeds. I think plants are neat as a concept, so of course I’m gonna get one. For the next couple weeks I’ve got this cup of dirt sitting on my window sill and when I drive home to my parents every weekend I take the plant with me (gotta water him, he was just a little baby plant at the time) and eventually he started sprouting (pictures above).

As a geologist, I exclusively study rocks and I know like zero things about plants. Organics are not my cup of tea and before I got the basil plant, I had never really seen a plant grow up before (I’ve had a plant in the past but it’s life ended in horrific tragedy and frankly I don’t like to think about it, though I consider it a learning experience) so I had this like mind awakening experience like “I put time and effort into this and now it’s growing up Right before my eyes” (listen listen, I know plants grow, but I’ve never tracked the progress of one and it was really cool to see)

So after that point, I became super invested in the basil plant. I moved it from the cup and to a suitable plant pot, I looked into and bought some kind of nutrient rich soil, and I made sure that the basil plant had all the Sun it needed (I would track weather patterns and sunrise/sundown times to make sure that at all points in the life of this plant it would have all needs 100% met), and I think that my Mom noticed I was super invested in the plant so she had our gardener also take care of it too since he knows everything about plants I think.

So things are looking great and the plant is getting tall and it has a few leaves on it, but since I got the plant in the fall, by this time it’s getting to be cold outside. I looked up survivable temperatures for basil plants and every site I looked at said that the plant would die during the night if the temp dropped too low. Guys, I have so much emotion invested into this plant that I’d probably fall into some sort of plant based cycle of grief if it died. I move that bad boy inside so it stays warm, but the reduction of sunlight definitely took its toll. The stem turned from free to brown and all of the leaves except one died

Here is a drawing of me watering the plant with my tears because I was sad that it might die. Well, it turns out basil plants are way more resilient than I gave them credit for because this mother fucker hung on that thread for MONTHS. In these past few weeks, now that it’s been way warmer, the plant has never looked better! The stem is still dead looking but I’ve never seen so many leaves on it—

Here is the plant now, growing strong. If there are any plant people with knowledge untold who come across this, can y’all confirm if the stem will stay brown or like rejuvenate? Anyway, happy Earth Day! 🌎 🌱 🪴

[mysticatto]

Teach me

tasm!Peter Parker x fem!virgin!Reader (no nwh spoilers)

Prompt: Peter teaches Reader how to kiss. She grabs him and plants a long, sensual kiss on his lips. The rest is history.

Words: ca. 3.500

Warnings: 18+, -Minors DNI!- Fluff, awkwardness, swearing, cunnilingus, blow job, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it, fellas!), basically porn with a little plot, NOT BETA'D

A/N: Okay, Hi! This is my first complete fic ever. Even in my native language I couldn't stay focused to finish something but here you go. First time writing smut in english nonetheless. I really hope y’all like it and I would love to get some constructive criticism. Love ya!

Little PSA: Of course there's nothing wrong with being inexperienced romantically/sexually, or not being interested in it in any way. I don't intend on shaming anyone with this fic.

Do not copy, translate or steal my fics! (any fics for that matter)

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In theory, you knew how things worked. Two people like each other and eventually they kiss, although that didn’t seem to be necessary as your sister had told you vividly. You still shuddered, thinking back to the latest story of Laura’s sexual innuendoes. You on the other hand, hadn’t even gone as far as kissing someone, although you were the older one. Taking matters into your own hands, you asked your best friend, Peter, to come over later that day.

____________ “You want me to what?!”, he asked incredulously upon your request. You could feel your face heat up from embarrassment. “I want you to teach me how to kiss.”, you stated nonchalantly, although your heartbeat told you, you were everything but nonchalant about this matter. Your heart was in your throat, beating rapidly.

Peter still looked at you, as if you had grown a second head. “Come on, Pete. I can’t stand another one of Laura’s stories, only to sit there wallowing in my inexperience. At least tell me how it is; how it feels like.”, you begged, giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out an exasperated sigh. He wasn’t exactly happy to show you how to kiss someone, mainly because he didn’t want you to kiss anyone else. Peter had known about his feelings for you for a few months now, never acting on them because he told himself, it would be better to keep you as his best friend, than ruining everything by confessing his dumb crush to you.

But he knew it wasn’t just a crush, no. He knew his feelings were deeper, albeit he wouldn’t admit it out loud. So when you came to him with this outrageous request he was bummed, to say the least.

“Fine.”, he answered curtly, glaring at you without malice. “Thank you!”, you squeal, charging forward from your position on your bed to wrap your arms tightly around his neck in gratitude. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get sappy on me.”, he mumbled feigning annoyance, while pushing his nose into your hair before releasing you from the embrace.

Nervously, you shifted back to your prior, cross-legged position, facing Peter again. The brunette heaved a deep breath, looking rather uncomfortable before speaking up again.

“So… What exactly do you want to know?”, he asked carefully, sneaking glances at you, while you were lost in your thoughts.

“Well… How does one go about it? Is there a build-up? Like… I don’t know. Okay. Lemme rephrase. What was your first kiss like?”, you asked innocently, looking at him with doe eyes.

Peter swallowed hard, looking at your adorably innocent expression. Trying to force his heart to slow down, he tried thinking back to his first kiss.

“It was… awkward, to say the least. We both didn’t know what to do, where to put our hands. The first try was too enthusiastic, so we ended up bumping our foreheads together. So yeah. It was really, really awkward to be honest.”

You nodded along, taking in what he was telling you and trying to stifle your giggles. “Yeah, that sounds awkward. How is it now? When you kiss someone, what do you do now?” Curiosity got you in its grasp, long forgotten was the initial uncomfortableness. At least for you that was. Peter still shifted nervously in his stance.

“Nowadays, I simply go for it, I guess. I put one hand on her neck, with my thumb grazing her jaw. Depending on the intensity my other hand is probably in her hair or on her waist to keep her close. Um… Yeah.” He looked down on his lap, willing his racing heart to slow the fuck down. Surely, you were able to hear it by now.

You didn’t. You were in your own world, imagining what it would be like, but your imagination only got you so far.

“Show me.”, you stated bluntly, before noticing how that must have sounded to Peter. “Wait, I mean. You don’t have to kiss me, obviously.” Your nerves were on full display again, laughing breathlessly and averting your gaze. “Show me your approach, is what I wanted to say.”

Wide eyes were staring at you, incredulously. Peter felt his hands get clammy. Goosebumps spread over his skin just thinking about being that close to you.

Of course it wouldn’t be the first time he was that close. You hugged constantly, or tickled each other to tears, but this situation was completely different. It had nothing to do with banter between two best friends.

He gulped, noticing how he was still staring at you, and you were now staring back expectantly. With shallow breaths, clammy hands and his heart going a mile a minute, he leaned forward on his hands, doing a little hop to get closer to you.

Sitting directly in front of you now, the height difference made him look down slightly to meet your eyes. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing, before lifting his slightly shaking hand and placing it on your neck, his thumb resting on your jaw like he said earlier.

Your breath hitched at the skin on skin contact and your lips parted slightly. His other hand found the back of your head, tangling in your hair and keeping you in place. With parted lips of his own, he leaned in closer to you, until the tip of his nose touched yours.

“That’s it.”, he whispered softly, slowly sitting back again, but his hands still stayed in place, as if they were glued to your skin. Your eyes flitted between his, already missing the close proximity.

He started withdrawing his hands and that is when you snapped. With one hand you grabbed his collar, the other found his neck and you pulled him back into you. You pressed your lips to his, screwing your eyes shut in the process.

He was surprised, to say the least, hesitating for only a second before his hands found their places again, pulling you even closer to him.

Your lips moved fervorously against his. The hand on his collar wandered to the nape of his neck, pulling yourself closer and closer to him, until you were chest to chest.

Peter’s tongue slipped out carefully, licking your bottom lip to ask for entrance, which you granted immediately. The kiss grew more passionate by the second; the hand in your hair tugging lightly to tilt your head to deepen it even more.

But then his hands let go of you. You thought, maybe, he had come to his senses and realized he actually didn’t want this, but a second later you could feel them on your waist, tugging at you; moving you up slightly to position you on his lap, effectively making you straddle his thighs.

Both of your hands were in his hair now, tugging and pushing rhythmically, making a low moan escape Peter’s lips. You didn’t know what had come over you, but you started moving your hips ever so slightly over his crotch.

Peter was the first to break the kiss, only to kiss down your jaw and to your neck, nipping and suckling the soft skin just beneath your ear. You gasped, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a moan.

“Don’t. Want to hear you.”, he breathed hastily, letting his hands slip under your shirt and placing one on your waist again, while the other stroked up and down your back.

You grasped his chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting his head up again, before planting another bruising kiss on his lips. This time, you slipped your tongue into his mouth, swirling it against his hungryly.

Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, tugging impatiently and grazing his skin with your nails lightly. He moaned again, leaning back to get rid of the fabric, before tugging your own over your head, throwing it somewhere in your room.

Your crotch slid over his, eliciting a groan from Peter. He lifted you up to lay you down on your bed, hovering over you without breaking the kiss. With one arm he held himself up, while the other found your hair again, scraping your scalp with his nails.

His hips pressed against yours, making you buck your hips involuntarily to find some friction. Finally breaking the kiss, he moved back to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses from below your ear to your collarbone. He nipped at your skin, licking over the mark afterwards.

One hand on the back of his head pushed him closer, the other scratched over the muscles on his back, leaving red stripes between his shoulder blades. Peter moaned against your skin, making his way lower and lower, kissing the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, past your navel and stopping on your abdomen.

He hooked his fingers under the hem of your sweatpants and panties, before looking up to you. Noticing he stopped in his tracks, your eyes found his. Both panting from the sexual tension, you just nodded, a small smile playing on your lips.

“You sure?”, he asked sheepishly, a blush tinting his cheeks and ears. “We don’t have to do anything, you know.”, he added, rubbing his thumbs over your hip bones.

“I know.”, you smiled, biting your bottom lip. “I want to… if you want to.”, you whispered, your heart beating rapidly, almost bursting out of your chest.

A big, goofy grin spread across his lips. He jumped forward in a second to plant a quick kiss to your lips before reclaiming his previous position between your legs and carefully tugging down your sweatpants and panties in one go, discarding them beside your bed.

A mix of emotions took over your mind. Nervousness, anticipation, curiosity and giddiness. Your fingers had a deathgrip on the sheets below you and your eyes were screwed shut.

Peter brushed his palms over your thighs, feeling the nervousness radiating off of you. “If at any point you want to stop, I stop.”, he whispered softly, whereas you only nodded. One deep breath was all it took to calm his own nerves.

He pulled gently until your hips were level with the bed’s edge, hoisting your right leg over his shoulder and pushing the other to the side to spread them apart further. His left hand found your abdomen, holding you down. Gently, his tongue licked a stripe through your folds, ultimately stopping at your clit to start his ministrations.

A surprised gasp left your parted lips, goosebumps simultaneously erupting all over your body. One of your hands ended up in his hair, tugging ever so slightly to ground yourself, while the other still fisted your covers.

With gentle strokes Peter’s tongue circled your clit, sucking it in between licks. His lips encased your bundle of nerves, now sucking harshly and eliciting a deep, throaty moan from you.

“Peter…”, you breathed sensually, your grip on his hair tightening, pushing him closer to your core. A low chuckle left his lips; the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity through your whole body.

Slowly, his free hand crept up your inner thigh until his index finger stroked your entrance. He pushed the one finger in as gently as he could, afraid he might hurt you in the process. However the only sounds coming from you were of pure bliss and pleasure.

“Fuck…”, he mumbled lowly against your clit, before picking up his pace drastically, adding a second finger and scissoring them to strech your walls.

The sounds he pulled from you were straight up pornographic at this point.

“Fuck, Peter.”, you moaned, your knuckles going white from how hard you were fisting your sheets.

“I’m gonna… Oh god.”

You were getting louder and louder by the minute, breathy moans and throaty growls you just couldn’t hold back anymore escaping your gaped lips.

“Come for me, Sweetgirl.”, he demanded, pumping in and out of you relentlessly and hitting that sweet spot inside of you constantly.

With a deep moan and a loud “Fuck!” you came undone in front of him, the coil in your stomach snapping pleasurably. Panting heavily, your whole body jerked up as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you.

You pushed yourself onto your elbows, looking down at him with hooded eyes, your juices glistening on his lips.

The hand in his hair gripped tighter, effectively pulling him on top of you to kiss him deeply. “Fuck, Peter. That was… That was-”

“Good, I hope.”, he grinned, panting just as much as you did, purely from arousal.

“More than good.”, you smiled bashfully, sitting up and pushing him onto the mattress.

“Let me return the favor?” Your fingers were already hooked under the hem of his pants and briefs, only waiting for his consent.

He looked at you with wide eyes, incredulous you were basically offering him a blow job.

“Y-You don’t have to, just because I did, Sweets.”, he stammered, his brain only slowly catching up to everything happening right now. He often daydreamed about such scenarios, never considering them to become reality.

“I want to, Pete.”

“Okay.”, Peter breathed shakily, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you.

Leaning forward you pressed hot, open mouthed kisses just below his navel, traveling further down agonizingly slowly.

His whole torso tensed up in anticipation as you pulled his pants and briefs down. You palmed his erection, stroking his shaft slowly.

Your thumb swiped over the tip, distributing the precum over the head, before lowering your head over his cock, kissing the tip gently.

You could practically feel his breath hitch and get stuck in his throat, one of his hands flying to your hair, fisting a handful of strands tightly.

His mind was completely void of thoughts, anticipating your next move. He looked down at you, eyes hooded in lust.

That was your cue to wrap your lips around his tip, sucking his cock into your mouth languidly, while swirling your tongue around the head.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”, he moaned, throwing his head back, breathing heavily.

You hummed approvingly around his dick, sucking him in deeper and pressing your tongue to his underside. One hand rested on his thigh, while the other stroked the rest of his cock you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

A feral growl escaped Peter’s mouth, prompting him to let his head fall back onto the pillow behind him. The hand in your hair guided you gently up and down his length, massaging your scalp in the process.

“Oh god…”, he drawled, his body tensing underneath your fingers.

“Stop, stop.”, he panted, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“Everything okay? Did I… Did I do something wrong?” The lack of experience made you insecure; you really didn’t want to hurt him or anything.

“No! No, I just… I won’t last if you keep doing that.”, he smiled sheepishly.

It was his turn to push you onto your back again, unclasping your bra in the process. Before he lowered himself onto you he got rid of the last clothes on his body. Meanwhile, you threw your now open bra across the room, laying completely bare in front of him.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, blood rushing in your ears. Peter knelt between your legs, his gaze flitting over your naked body, taking you in and saving every image deep in his memories, before finding your eyes again. The look he got from you was still insecure, but also adoring, longing.

“You’re so beautiful.”, he breathed affectionately. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips to yours again, cradling your face in one hand, while the other propped him up above you.

Heat crept to your face, making you hide behind your hands to escape his intense gaze.

“No, no, no, no. Don’t you dare hide that pretty face.”, he chastised, grabbing your wrists with one hand and pinning them above your head.

His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss, his length pressing against your thigh making you gasp.

“You sure, like really sure you want this? With me?” He had to make sure again. He didn’t want you to regret your first time someday, because you secretly wanted it to be with someone else.

Your palm found his cheek, tilting his head so he was looking into your eyes. “Yes. Only with you, Peter.”, you whispered, your eyes overflowing with anticipation, happiness and love.

“Fuck, okay. Maybe this is the wrong time, but I have to tell you something before this.”, he started nervously, averting his gaze and dropping his head to your collarbones.

Your hands found his hair again, carding through his locks in hopes of calming him down a little. “What is it, Pete?” You desperately tried to hide your nerves. Was he going to tell you, this was going to be a one time thing? That he would do it as your best friend or just in the heat of the moment? Your anxiety ridden brain couldn’t stop overthinking until he spoke up again.

“I love you… Sweets. I have for a long time now. And… And I don’t expect you to return anything, I… I just needed you to know, I’m not doing this just for the fun of it.”

You could feel his heart thumping against your chest, yours matching his pace. He loved you?

“Peter…”, you stammered, putting your hands against his cheeks to lift his head, so he would meet your eyes. Uncertainty and fear swam in his honey colored orbs, observing your face for any discomfort.

“I love you, too, Pete.” With that, you pressed your lips to his again, leaving no time for him to process your words immediately.

As they did finally process, his hands flew to your neck, pulling you impossibly close. Your arms snaked around his neck, not wanting to let go anytime soon.

“Oh, thank god.”, he whispered, kissing your neck gently. You giggled in response.

“You can’t just make such a dramatic pause before confessing, Sweets! Tryna give me a heart attack or something?”, he laughed, feigning offense, before kissing you again.

Giggling through the first seconds of the kiss, it soon became passionate again, both Peter’s and your hands roaming each other’s bodies. He gently pinched one of your nipples, making you moan as a response before bringing his head down and licking over it.

“You ready?”, he asked softly, looking at you with loving eyes. You nodded your head, biting your lip nervously.

“Tell me if it hurts.”, he whispered, positioning his tip at your entrance and pushing into you as slowly and carefully as he could manage. Your jaw hung slack, trying to get over the stinging sensation between your legs, until it turned into a warm, pleasurable feeling.

“You good?”

“Mhmm.”, you hummed contently, kissing his chin and grabbing his sides, signaling him to start moving.

He took in a shuddering breath before his hips rolled into yours slowly. You threw your head back, a long moan escaping you, as you screwed your eyes shut again, marveling at the feeling of him inside you.

His lips found your neck, nipping, kissing and licking at your soft skin, coaxing sensual sounds out of your parted lips.

His thrusts became quicker, reaching deeper and deeper and hitting your sweet spot again and again.

Peter’s grunts and moans overtook your senses, intoxicating you; making you lose yourself in that moment.

It didn’t take long until you felt the coil tightening again. You pressed your nails into his shoulders, trying to hold onto something, anything really, but to no avail.

“I-I’m so close, Peter.”, you moaned into his ear, prompting him to pick up his pace again, his hips snapping against yours fervorously.

“Come for me, Sweets. Need to feel you come on my cock.”, he whispered against your neck, biting you gently before licking the mark.

His lips found yours again, right as you tipped over the edge, clinging to him as if he was your lifeline.

Your back arched into him; one of his hands resting on the small of your back to press you closer to his body.

“Fuck, Sweets.”, he groaned, reaching his high close behind you, spilling into you.

You both were panting messes, Peter laying on top of you. His head rested in the crook of your neck, while still being inside you.

“That was amazing.”, you whispered against his hair, smiling from ear to ear.

He lifted his head, looking into your eyes and smiling just as wide as you did.

“I love you, Sweets. So much.”, he whispered back, planting an affectionate kiss to your lips before laying back down and tightening his arms around your middle.

“I love you, too, Peter.”

[duskyskye]

So, after creating Gale, my brain decided that I needed to create a Fell version of him. After a couple months of toiling away, I’m happy to introduce the world to Wren! Below are a few headcanons, as well as a synopsis of his backstory. I hope y’all enjoy him! Thank you again to @scrambledmeggys​ for the post artwork!

TWs for HCs include implied child abuse TWs for backstory include no-mercy run mentions, death, child abuse, intense injury, experimental horror, loss of limb due to experimentation

HCs

* He was raised in a lab environment, and was instructed from a young age to learn to speak briefly. He was told it was for the purposes of “quickly telling staff when there’s an emergency” but he knows it was mostly just because the scientists didn’t want to waste their time with the children around them. He can write extended sentences, but when it comes to speaking, he tends to use no more than 3 words at a time. He’s slowly breaking the habit through therapy, but it’s been ingrained into him for a long time and thus still manifests in how he speaks.

* Due to his work in the labs, he gained an immense knowledge of chemistry and anatomy, and now works in pharmaceutical research. He’s not a fan of the greedy practices that are commonplace in the industry, and thus works to create and patent his own medicines to sell at lower cost. 

* He, like Gale, very much enjoys swimming. However, he most prefers roller skating and biking. He enjoys sports that give him a thrill and a sense of motion; it reminds him of his freedom from the Underground and how he can go anywhere he desires.

* He enjoys floral arrangement. Being on the surface exposed him to many varieties of plants, and he became enamored with them; there were so many new species, and in so many different colors and shapes! He found himself collecting them and got into arranging after a bit of research. It’s what most of his expendable budget goes into.

* He’d always wanted a pet when he was little, but a dog seemed like too much energy and cats felt a bit too independent. He decided to look into smaller pets, and that’s how ended up with his 3 guinea pigs; crocus, catmint, and chive. They have a nice, large enclosure and every time Wren gets home, he’s greeted with a chorus of whoops and squeaks.

* He’s also very fond of soft things; pillows, soft fabrics, plushies, flower petals, among other things. He often carries small plushies around in his pocket to just rub and stim when he’s getting worked up about something. 

* He mostly got his jaw piercings to look tough in his Underground, but after a while he did enjoy how they looked and decided to keep them. He’d probably get more if he had a place to put them, but being a skeleton, he has pretty limited options. 

* He’s an avid reader, preferring adventure stories that carry their protagonists to new and exciting places. Once monsters are able to travel, he’d like to visit other countries, and have an adventure of his own. Though ideally with lower stakes and a significantly lower chance of being murdered by deadly pit vipers.

* He has a fascination with other languages. It was something he never really thought about before, but he finds not only their existence, but their wide variety of meanings and structures fascinating. He can spend hours learning about the linguistics of another language, and the culture and influences behind it. He plans to start learning a second language soon, but he’s having a bit of trouble picking just one to learn.

* He doesn’t have the best diet; his sweet tooth is a killer. Beware if you have chocolate-covered fruits anywhere in your house; left unsupervised, they’ll quickly disappear.

* He likes to wear t-shirts with silly puns on their fronts, especially if they’re science-y in nature. He also genuinely gets a laugh from corny memes and jokes. The lightheartedness of it is what he finds most appealing, and sometimes he’ll just giggle out of nowhere as he thinks of a new one.

* He likes to show his affection through his words, but speaking them aloud isn’t really enough for him. He likes to write small notes and leave them somewhere for his loved ones to find, or he’ll give presents with the note attached to them directly. He’s a bit shy about them though, so often it’s the former.

* He isn’t used to interacting with others, so when starting out with him he’ll tend to approach with caution, his limited speech often being firmly in place. Lots of one-word answers and not much emotion in his tone. After a while though, the walls will start to come down. Tapping into his interests or lending a sympathetic ear are the quickest ways to get you on his good side and help him warm up faster.

* Once you are in his good graces, he is incredibly loyal and devoted. Need to talk? He’s there. Need help moving your stuff? He’s on it. Need help doing your taxes? …He’ll give it his best shot.

* He isn’t used to people caring about what he has to say or people listening, as most don’t wait around for him to finish his thoughts with his pausing. He feels like he’s a burden for it. Which is why taking the time to listen to him, to let him fully express himself, will mean the world to him.

Backstory So my Swapfell Paps, Wren, has been in the care of his Sans since he was a babybones, and while Sans kept him out of trouble to an extent in their early years, eventually both end up being recruited by Toriel. My SF Toriel runs a recruitment program to find the strongest monsters for her guard, and the brightest for her royal labs. Sans is recruited into the army due to a demonstration of high magical prowess in spite of low HP, and Wren into the science program to eventually become a royal scientist due to his technical know-how. This is where he meets his Undyne. The brothers are separated as a result, but are allowed to maintain contact via letters.

While Toriel is impressed by Sans' ability, she is frustrated by his low HP, and eventually he ends up being sent to the lab. The working theory is that if they can divert the pathing of his magic, they may be able to alter HP/ATK/DEF stats to higher than what they may be naturally by taking from his other stats. Wren finds out about this, and as a result volunteers in Sans' place. This is unknown magic, and he feels he owes it to his brother for keeping him safe all these years. Plus he has higher HP, so if it ends up depleting his supply, he's much less likely to be killed. The experiment ends up semi-successful; his HP is exchanged for higher attack, but with the lower magic supply to his body, his magic must cover a smaller volume of dust. He ends up losing the lower half of his right arm in the process. He learns how to manifest an ecto arm for powerful final attacks, but it requires a lot of energy and as such is used as last-resort only.

Eventually both Sans and Wren complete their training. Both are also emotionally stunted from their training, and thus when they're assigned to Snowdin, it takes them quite a bit of time to adapt. Wren, who begins implementing new tech/traps into Snowdin, makes friends gradually with the guard dogs he meets at work and, being dogs, they easily warm up to him and drag him out of that shell. He becomes more casual, begins to hang out at the nearby bar, and eventually befriends some of the locals. Sans, in contrast, is immensely guilty over his brother losing his arm, and thus becomes more detached from him and others. He throws himself into his duties, determined to make up for his perceived shortcomings that have been imposed on him by Toriel and other guards.

Eventually when the human comes, they begin a genocide route. Wren and Sans are alerted to this, and both attempt to detain them. Sans is defeated in the process, angering Wren and causing him to use his final attack on the human. He manages to knock them unconscious, and immediately escorts them to the queen. The queen and the human make a “deal” (though it’s more through force than anything) and the human is used to help Toriel cross the barrier. Eventually she returns, breaking the barrier and freeing monsterkind.

Monsters find themselves not quite knowing what to do. It’s eventually decided that the monsters with the lowest amount of LV will go first to try and establish peace with the humans. Wren and Undyne are among them, being scientists with a sheltered upbringing free of most of the violence the Underground brought. It takes years for monsters to integrate, operating out of the underground as they adjust to living in a society that is no longer “kill-or-be-killed”. Wren, with his brother gone and life spent in labs and away from other children, hermits himself a bit., not quite knowing how to socialize with anyone, let alone humans. He moves in with Undyne into a shared apartment, and upon meeting humans comes off very cold, his speech pattern not exactly helping. He learns to socialize and be cordial, but the walls are gonna take a lot of work to knock down.