#also I got a new grass brush; I think I'm in love with it just a little

[missmugiwara]

A Secret

Summary: gn!reader x Luffy // What happens when you tell the captain a secret? Turns out, it makes him really happy! And he only wants more.

Warning: 18+, suggestive, very flirty, did I make Luffy a slight dom?

Note: I think one of my favorite things about writing for Luffy is that it's kind of hard. But he's my sweetie pie so I'm not complaining.

✦ Word count is 2.2k ✦

Luffy's strength was no secret.

Everyone knew that. It was also no secret that he always got stronger. Sometimes, it seemed like the Straw Hat Pirates were always moving from one adventure to the next, never taking a break. So how did Luffy have the time between fights to find new moves and new gears to try?

Maybe he didn't do it as much as Zoro, but there were instances where you caught the captain training. Sometimes it was on boring days like today where you happened to be parked at some random island for Franky to do routine maintenance to the Sunny.

Luffy's breath was heavy, mouth wide open to release hot pants. His red ruffle-sleeved shirt and yellow sash were chucked off to the side, bunched in a sloppy pile on the ground with his precious straw hat gingerly laid on top. His scarred chest heaved with each breath he took, muscles tensing deliciously. A thin layer of sweat covered his entire body, forming delicate beads of moisture to glisten in the sun. His hair splayed across his forehead and around his face in cute, damp waves from the moisture. It was certainly a sight to behold. The captain was positively mouthwatering, and only one thing crossed your mind at that moment.

You loved him so much.

It was always so hard to take your eyes off him. With feet crunching against the grass, you walked up some distance behind him and just silently admired. A tender smile etched its way onto your lips, and you sighed longingly at Luffy. He had one fist pulled back, while his other free hand - palm outstretched, thumb pointed downward - took aim at the air, and he punched. He repeated this move again and again, grunting and panting the entire time. As he continued with that focused, steady gaze in his eyes. As beads of sweat flew off his body.

He was so strong.

Did anyone ever tell him he looked so good?

A warm heat feathered over your cheeks, and your eyes perked up at the thought. And so, feeling rather bold, you snickered and took a step forward. You almost changed your mind. Then, using every ounce of courage, you merrily called after him.

"Luffy!"

The rubber man turned lazily to the call of his name. With an open-mouth releasing more pants, he tiredly smiled. And then his gaze grew more excited when he registered it was you of all people who called with such adoration. You, who was running toward him. You, who he could never get mad at. You, who lit up with joy every moment you saw him.

The sweetest face he had ever seen, and all his. Well, you were your own person - he didn't own you, and he knew that. But you were his. Somehow. His crewmate. His friend. His… something.

One day, he would gladly say the words: you're so much more to him. That much he knew, but what word could he use? Luffy always knew how to get right to the heart of things that needed saying most - but not today. Seeing your smile was enough, and there was way too much on his mind regarding everyone's safety in Wano.

"Do you wanna know a secret?" you grinned.

A secret? And just for his ears only? He already felt special enough with that smile you gave him. Nobody else ever got that smile.

You slowed to a stop when you collided into his back, pressing your chest to him. You didn't give him a chance to answer when you wrapped one arm around him, gently slapping your hand to his chest. The sweat upon him sticking you to him, and you did not care in the slightest how much it made your shirt wet. With the other free hand, you cupped it to his ear.

"Hey, did you know…" and you whispered into his ear, lips brushing against the shell of it as Luffy's eyes slowly widened.

The words were nearly lost in the breeze.

A red blush dusted over his cheeks, and his lips parted in response. Before he could turn and ask if you reeeally meant what you just said, you giggled and peeled yourself from him. You stepped back, hands clasped innocently behind your back and grinning so much that your eyes clamped shut.

"Huh? Really?" Luffy asked in disbelief.

"Oh, yes!" you nodded your head erratically.

Luffy still stared in shock, and you still smiled. There was a pause before the captain blinked at you, then smirked. He stood a bit taller and a bit prouder, puffing out his chest. He turned back but to a tree this time, taking his usual fighting stance. His fist flew back, and then forward as he launched it into the tree - completely breaking it in two as it fell to the ground with a loud thud. A few of your friends looked up in worry at the loud noise, then disregarded it once they realized it was just Luffy being Luffy. You beamed widely as ever, before giving a wave and returning to your spot next to Robin. She was seated underneath an umbrella and sipping tea.

She smiled and poured a cup for you. Trying not to come off as pyring, she asked, "What did you tell Luffy to put him in such a good mood?"

You grabbed the cup of tea and smiled profusely. She wouldn't dare tease you like the others if you answered honestly. Robin could be told things you could not tell others. And she knew you liked the captain very much so.

"I just told him… well, I said: hey, did you know that you're really sexy?"

Robin seemed surprised at the unexpectedly brazen comment. She was looking down at her cup, then her blue eyes immediately darted to meet yours. You said that to Luffy? A pause before she grinned.

"Oh? Is that so? I'm happy for you."

And Luffy seemed pretty happy about it too.

It was a major risk you took that day, but since then you were smitten even moreso because he responded in such a… pleasant way. So Luffy was the kind of person who understood sex appeal. It was settled then - you wanted to flirt more. You wanted to be more vocal about how you felt. To drop more hints, as ironic as it was because Luffy didn't need subtlety; he needed blunt words. However, the rising butterflies in your stomach told you that testing the waters was further needed. It was really just an excuse to cover up a rising bout of shyness.

It seemed he was not as naïve as his crewmates thought, and he truly understood this game. And really, how did anyone not notice how attractive he was? Zoro and Sanji got attention all the time, but what about the captain? The star of the crew? He was certainly charming in his own ways. And so this game of yours did not let up anytime soon.

"Who's that good-looking guy in the straw hat?"

You waved at him, calling out with a hand cupped to your mouth. Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji walked toward the ship after being in town to buy supplies. Each of them had sacks of food tied to their backs, and Luffy broke out into a huge ear-to-ear smile. He laughed, a blush ever-present at his face. Zoro rolled his eyes, and Sanji's smile faded when he realized - oh, you were speaking to the captain, not him.

"Me? Oh, stop!" and Luffy would blush and blush, identical to the way he blushed when any of his crewmates said he was strong or reliable. The sight was too cute not to eat up. At least he was getting it now, because the first time you said that Luffy whipped his head around. With squinted eyes, he kept asking who was this guy until you bursted out laughing. This was really funny because it was so cute and so like him to do that.

"What a man."

You would purr so lowly when he passed by, especially if he had just defended the weak and beat someone up - panting, sweaty, delicious as usual. Boy, was being in Wano such a treat. Luffy's ears would prick at the sound of your honeyed tone, and sometimes they turned red. He would quickly turn to meet your lidded gaze, your eyes wandering up and down his shirtless self - and the blush would return to his face. He would break out into a loud laugh after he processed the words you graced him with.

The flirting was fun, truly. Yet sometimes you wondered if anything more would happen after all the effort. It had to, right?

What were you even waiting for?

Such questions did not cross your mind at this particular moment though. As usual, Robin and you were passing the time once again while the Sunny sailed off to another adventure. The topic of conversation was another good book you both had read in your little two-person bookclub. Luffy walked by, a tiny smirk at his lips, as you and Robin laughed about something silly in the last chapter.

Luffy froze once he got past far enough. Something was off. Quickly, he whipped his head around to furrow his brows in frustration. He pointed his gaze at you… and pouted. A cute grumble escaped his lips, and with his fists balled to his sides and arms swaying, he tromped right over.

Between the fits of laughter and conversing, you didn't even hear Luffy's feet crunch in the grass behind you - picking up speed. And what really took you by surprise was when one of Luffy's rubbery hands suddenly grasped your jaw between his thumb and fingers, and he turned your face so you could see him. It went without saying that the laughter immediately stopped, and you and the archaelogist froze in place.

You blinked once. Luffy just held your face, not enough to hurt you because he would never, as you two locked gazes. His breath felt hot on your lips. In turn, your own breath was caught in your chest as your face ignited into flustered heat because - well, because he never held you like this and at such closeness too. Something must have been troubling him.

"What's… what's wrong, captain?"

Oh, you were right about something being wrong. Luffy cocked his head to the side in an attempt to deepen his focus. He was really studying your face, and it only got warmer the more he stared.

"You didn't say anything!" he whined.

Another blink or two from you, and Luffy's grip loosened on your face.

"Loofs, I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"You didn't say anything… you know - fun and nice. To me. Like you always do."

Another moment for you to process, and the lightbulb went off in your head. Ohhh! He wanted another - oh, yes. You almost wanted to laugh because apparently it was really that much of a habit by now.

How dare you forget to take care of your precious captain?

With face still in his hand, your eyes darted off to the side. For the third time, your cheeks went even hotter. And you didn't know why this bout of shyness ran over you all of a sudden. Perhaps it was because you were the one always catching him off guard, flustering him so deeply. Not the other way around. So you took a second to think, but you hadn't planned anything yet for that day. So in a small voice, you answered him quickly, truthfully, and without much thought.

"Hottie."

You nearly moaned under your breath. The blush dusting over his rubbery cheeks and the wide smile he bore was enough to let you know he was satisfied. Robin sat in awe (you two completely forgot she was still there) but then brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her giggle.

And Luffy grinned.

"Keep talking like that. I like it!"

Oh, the way he looked at you made your heart thrum in your chest. The way he held your face, making you lock eyes. Gently, he released your frazzled self. Your jaw dropped into a suprised, open-mouthed smile. Trying to ignore the fact that Luffy said he liked it, you diverted your attention to the first part of his somewhat confession.

"Oh, you think you can boss me around like that, huh?" You smirked, taking a playful tone to let him know you were joking.

Luffy was walking away, but he paused midstep. He turned his head to peek over his shoulder, his bright eyes staring directly into your soul. The wind blew to ruffle his jet black hair and the brim of his beloved straw hat before his eyes grew lidded.

"Of course! I'm the captain here. Besides… you looove doing what I say. You always do, and you never refuse."

With that, he walked off.

And there you sat, flustered to oblivion as you brought a hand to to cover your growing smile. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Robin wink.

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🩸🩸 BUTTER KNIVES🩸🩸

Human!Alastor x f!reader

blood / size kink / bitting / incorrect usage of knives / virgin reader / fucking in general / ALASTOR IS FILTHY AS HELL / porn with plot

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Your father always disapproved of him. A girl like you should never marry such man.

"A radio host? Pumpkin, you need a man who will be able to look after you when you grow old." Your father had said to you when you had gathered all your courage at dinner table one evening.

"But... I love him father..." You mumbled quietly.

"Love? You're far too young to know what love is. And besides, didn't you see at the ball how all the girls were looking at him? I can bet, that he looks at all the girls the same." Your father continued and dabbing at his moustache with napkin, cleared his throat:

"I must head out. Moon is out tonight and it's perfect for hunting. Lads will be waiting on me by now."

"Stay safe." Your mother kissed your father on cheek and saw him off. You were left sitting alone at the table, staring at your half eaten plate.

"Dont take it so hard, petal." Your mother stood next to you and gently run her hand through your hair.

"A man I respect is keeping me away from the man that my heart yearns for..." You sighed.

"Does father want me to marry someone I do not love? I'd kill myself in such marriage, mother."

"Don't even say such thing. You know your father is only looking out for you. For your future." Your mother said, trying to calm you.

"Alastor is also looking out for me." You narrowed your eyes at mother. With a hard look down at you, your mother advised:

"I think... It would be better if you did not see him anymore. Don't make your father angry, petal."

You looked up at her, not believing what she had just said.

"What..? Mama... How could you say such thing?" Your lip started to tremble. With blurry vision you looked around the table, butter knives shining in dim light. With angry huff you tried to brush your tears away and stood up, chair falling over in process. Your mother took a step back:

"Behave now." Mother said in sharp tone. You took a quick glance at the clock on the mantle piece and then bolted for the door.

"Where are YOU going at such hour?!" Your mother grabbed your hand before you even got two steps away from table.

"Clearly away from here." You spat, not breaking eye contact.

"You will sit back down, finish your dinner and go straight to bed." Your mother stated, her grip on your arm tightening. What she didn't notice, was how your other hand sneaked behind you and blindly reached for the first thing - the glimmering butter knife.

"I will not do such thing. Now. Let. Go." You said through gritted teeth.

"That's it. You insolent daughter." Your mother's hand reached up to grab your hair, but before she could do so - you were pointing the knife at her.

With wide eyes, both of you stared at the knife that was between you two.

"Mother.... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean--"

Your mother looked up at you and in one swift motion slapped you right across your face. With a cry you clutched your cheek and finally escaped the house. Leaving your mother to seeth back at the doorstep.

Quickly running down the front stairs of the house, you bolted across the yard. Ducked through the wooden fence that held your father's horses out of mother's garden, and run bare feet in the field. Trying to put as much distance between her and yourself.

When you finally had reached the other far off side of stockyard, you felt like you could breath again. Not bothering to climb over the fence you sat in the wet dewy grass and leaned against the fence pole. Distinct sounds of hunters gunshots and hound howls echoed in the forest behind.

You looked down at your hands. Right one still clutching the butter knife. From holding it incorrectly in your hand while on the run, you had accidentally nicked your fingers. New tears gathered in your eyes and you let out pathetic whimper.

"Y/n...?" You heard steps approaching on the other side of the fence on the gravel road.

"A-Alastor?" You immediately jumped up. Switching the knife from one clammy hand to other and hiding it behind your back. Now free hand, whipped your nose and cheeks, unknowingly to you - leaving red streaks across your face.

"What has my darling doe crying?" He quickly approached the fence when he picked up on your sniffling.

"Its fine, Alastor. Just had quarrel with my mother." You tried to laugh it off.

"A bloody one, as I see." He eyed you, reaching for your cheek. You tried to step away, but his warm touch was so inviting.

"Show me your hands, love." he said. He wasn't asking.

Swallowing thickly you brought both hands in front of you. Feeling like child in trouble. Trembling, and both bloody by now.

"We were having family dinner. And my father was reminiscing on the previous ball. And asked if I fancied any men there-" Alastor eyed you sharply for a second, unknowingly to you as you kept on rambling:

"-and I said that there was a man that I have had eyes for such long time, that the other men at the ball didn't even interest me. And he asked who. I said it's you. And he said that I should look elsewhere. I stood my ground and told him I love you. And he disapproved. Then mother said I should listen to him. Then she was screaming, saying I should stop seeing you. I got angry. She grabbed me. Tried to pull my hair and I... I just -I just pulled a knife at her... And then... And now I'm here..." You ranted so quickly that now you were out of breath.

With gentle chuckle, Alastor reached for your hand that was holding the knife, his ever seeing eyes, noticing the cuts on your other palm. He slowly frapped your fingers alongside his around the hilt of the butter knife and pulled both of your hands across the fence.

"When in dire straits, slice the sinew to halt movement," he murmured, gently drawing the knife across his chest. "Stab and pivot to temporarily cease motion," he directed, gesturing towards the center of his chest.

"You're wicked, Alastor..." You mumbled looking up at him.

"And you should never shed your blood. Though I am touched by your eagerness in defending your convictions concerning me, I would prefer not to witness your blood spilled, my love."

"Even if blood is such a pretty colour on you." He continued, his eyes flickering across your face. Standing up on the first wooden beam of the fence, he now stood way taller than you. Grabbing your chin he tilted your face one way, then the other.

"Since you say I'm wicked-" he gave you a cheeky smile,

"I might be afraid that your parents are correct. You should stay away from me." He looked away from you and across the field behind you.

"But I love you, Alastor..." You whispered so quietly, afraid that he might not have heard you.

"You have brought a knife in bloody hands tonight. What an odd way of confessing one's love." He bent his head closer to your face.

"What a lovely thing you are." His voice suddenly sounded sultry. It was enough for you to stand on your tippy toes and press your lips against his.

You could feel his smile against your lips. One of his hands sneaking to hold the back of your neck and pulling you closer. When that was not enough, in swift motion his legs swung over the fence and he was right in front of you. His lips never leaving yours.

It felt so right to kiss him. To kiss him felt like finally quelling an obsession. Just to feel the painful withdrawal as soon as his lips traveled to your neck to leave love bites there. Love bites that bloomed the same way as the blood splatters on your light summer dress.

His hands traveled down your back, the butter knife still in his hand. Both of you knew that no one would come down this road at this hour, but there was urgency in your actions. Desperation, almost. Your hands traveled to the front of his shirt, to get rid of the bow tie and open couple of buttons.

"The next move shan't be quite gentlemanly of me, my doe.." he was breathing hard and put the hilt of the knife in his mouth. His tongue briefly tasted your blood on it. Alastor's hands deftly gathered the skirt part of your dress and pushed you against the fence. Then raising the fabric around your hips and bunching it to the side, he grabbed the knife and pinned your dress to the fence.

"Alastor..." Your breath caught in your throat as your lower half was exposed to the cold nights air.

"Too much?" He asked, now stepping closer as his hands worked on his belt.

He clearly did intend to fuck you here. In empty field. Against a fence. In middle of the night.

"No, just perfect, you're perfect..." you breathed, hands looping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.

"Lovely." He whispered and kissed you. His hand reaching down between your legs.

"Ah..." You moaned at the first contact.

"Needy little thing you are..." Alastor sighed against your lips, feeling the wetness between your legs.

It was the first time someone else's hands were touching you down there, besides your own. Feeling was not entirely new, but the anticipation was almost killing you. Your hand around Alastor's neck tightened, pulling him down, so you could hide your face in his shoulder. Breath heavy against his neck.

His fingers deftly slid through your slit.

"How.. many...?" Alastor implied, trying to shift his face away and look at you, making him pull his hand slightly away and his fingers circling back to your clit.

"Ah.." you gasped, not hearing his question and just trying to hide your face again.

"Sweetheart..." Alastor's hand slid from your cunt and instead dug his fingers in - right where your thigh met your pussy. This finally got your attention and your head shot up to look at him. You could almost swear that you could see your own debauched image reflecting in his glasses. He tilted his head down at you, and your reflection was gone and his warm eyes were staring right into your soul.

"How many men you have sle-" before he could ask the question you were shaking your head.

"None. No one." You said. "None has touched me this way," you looked down at his hand between your legs. His pointer finger that was closest to your pussy, slowly slid through your slit once more. Your head fell back and you stared at the sky. Stars were slowly starting to appear in the night sky.

"... except myself." You swallowed. Your head feeling empty of any coherent thought. Alastor's mouth fell open slightly:

"Say the word, and I'll stop, my doe..." He leaned down to your exposed neck, and gently run his nose up and down your pulse point.

Your hand shot down and grabbed his wrist:

"I want you and you alone."

His smile against your neck was almost infectious.

"Well, then... To rephrase..." He planted slow, open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder, his free hand pulling your dress down your shoulder. He moved his lips against your ear, as if to tell you something that no one else could ever hear:

"...How many of your own fingers have you taken?" you could hear his wicked smile in his voice. And you could feel his hand moving between your legs. His middle finger slowly, almost feather lightly, circled your clit and slid down to your opening. Your breath hitched:

"A-Alastor..."

When you didn't provide him the answer, he quickly pulled his hand out of your underwear and grabbed your hand putting it up between both of you. He pressed his palm against yours and looked at your hands. You did the same. Both of you could see how his fingers shined in the moonlight from your wetness coating them.

"Tell me."

"One."

"How far?"

You were staring at your pressed together hands. He was looking straight at you, watching how your eyes showed the realization of how much bigger his hands were and how longer his fingers were.

"Second knuckle..." You whispered and your eyes met his, over the frames if his glasses.

"Oh, my little doe... I will give you so much more than that..." He chuckled and looked at your hands as his fingers interlinked with yours.

"When I kneel before you, you shall receive all I offer. Diligently." He let go of your hand and took off his glasses.

"Understood?"

You nodded. For such a gentleman, he definitely had such a filthy mouth. You'll soon learn it both ways.

"Hold these for me, will you?" He innocently asked and put his glasses on you, quite lower so you could stare over the round frames. Before you could say anything else, he was on his knees in the dewy grass, both of his hands sliding up your bare legs. His lips gently leaving kisses on your hips as he dragged your panties down your legs. You couldn't look away from him. His soft lips moving from one hip, across your stomach to the other side. His fingers running between your folds, time to time coming up to circle your clit and then tease your entrance by dipping in a fingertip.

"Mark me..." you breathed out as one of your hands slid to his hair.

"That will hurt." He looked up at you.

"You won't hurt me. I trust you, Al..." You said through a moan.

"...where...?" He quietly inquired.

God, please, everywhere.

"Here..." you gently tapped your hip. Alastor smiled, leaned closer, pressed his lips to the top of your hand and then gently bit your fingertip.

"This shall mean you're mine, my love, I hope you are preparing for the consequences that it ensues." He said against your skin as you pulled your hand away.

"I was yours as soon as our eyes locked when I saw you riding horses with the hunters all those years ago..." You moaned as his fingers circled your clit, as if he was encouraging you to finish your though. Next second, you felt his teeth sink into your skin and his middle finger plunging into you.

"Alastor! Ah.." both of your hands flew to his hair, as your hips jerked against his hand.

"Shhh.." Alastor smiled against the blooming love bite. His eyes then locked on how you were taking his finger.

"Good girl." His smiled and looked up at you. His other hand joining to circle your clit.

"Oh Lord..." You moaned. He playfully rolled his eyes at you and leaned his temple against your hip.

"Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well." He praised, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. He twisted his finger and you let out a high pitch keen.

"Look at me." He straighted a little. Your eyes locked with his. Opening his mouth, he stuck his tongue out. Your eyes grew big, and a flash of warmth traveled down from your chest to your legs. Your pussy involuntary clamping down on his finger. And then his mouth was on you. As soon as his tongue got the first taste of you, his eyes fell shut and he moaned against you, sending vibrations straight through you.

"Ahh...ha...." You moaned loudly, both hands moving to his hair and pulling it. He lapped at your pussy as if he was a starving man. He sucked on your clit and then you felt a second finger stretching you open.

"Please.... Just don't stop..." You moaned, your hips jerking against his mouth. His fingers picked up the speed and your breathing did the same.

"I think I'm going to..." Your hold on his hair grew tighter and you were starting to push his mouth harder against your weeping cunt. Alastor grunted, his hand that was constantly squeezing your ass traveled down to his crotch and palmed himself. His pants growing too tight.

Alastor curled his fingers forward and sucked hard on your clit. With a loud cry you came on his fingers and tongue. You yourself could never reach such intense peak. Your toes curled, your knees almost wishing to pull together. You pressed Alastor's head closer to your dripping core, at the moment careless if he could breathe or not.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckkk..." Your eyes rolled back into your skull. For a moment you felt weightless, your hands falling away from his hair, to hold onto to the fence beams that you were leaning against.

Flatly dragging his tongue from your twitching hole up your slit to the clit, he placed chaste kiss on your mound. Alastor leaned back and looked up at you.

When you had gathered at least some wits about you, you looked down at him. His chin and lips were glistening from your cum.

"You taste sweet." He gave you a wink and licked his lips.

"Alastor..." You whispered his name and in swift motion crossed your hands and pulled the dress over your head. Leaving it hanging by the knife. Alastor was caught off guard and sat back, his hands slowly starting to unbutton his vest and then his shirt.

Was Alastor intending to fuck you against the fence or where you intending to ride him in the dewy grass?

In two quick steps you were in front of him and straddling his hips. Your lips immediately seeking out his and hands helping him to unbutton his shirt faster. With a groan he pulled away and grabbing your hand dragged it down his chest to the front of his pants. Unzipping his pants you dipped your hand in his boxers.

"Fuck..." He moaned, his eyes rolling back. You wrapped your hand around his cock and gently freed him from the confines of his pants.

"How is that going to fit...?" You blurted out when you looked down at him and gave him two long strokes.

"... perfectly..." He hissed through his teeth and threw his head back when your thumb swiped across his dripping tip. You switched your hands, and raised now free hand up to your face. Alastor looked at you through lidded eyes. Gently you licked your finger, tasting him on your skin. Seeing you do that, Alastor's hips jerked up into your fist and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Lover." He gritted through clenched teeth. His hands coming to hold your hips. You only smiled at your ability to drive him as insane and he was driving you. You slid your hand down to his base and gently squeezed.

"Cheeky little thing..." Alastor opened his eyes and pulled you in for a kiss by your neck. It was slow but messy. Tongues twisting, saliva smearing against both of your lips.

You got up on your knees and wrapped your hands around Alastor's neck. However, he grabbed your hand and wrapped it around his cock alongside his own.

"Now, now." He smiled against your lips. "You gotta learn how to take it. Put. It. In." Alastor whispered absolute filth against your lips and moved your hand so that his cock dragged through your soaked folds.

With a shaky breath you dragged his cock through your folds once more. Pausing on your clit and moaning against Alastor's lips.

"Yes... Take your pleasure..." He whispered.

Then moving his cock down, you pushed it's tip against your entrance. And then with a hissfrom your mouth, your hips were flush with his. The unknown feeling between your legs made you bite Alastor's lip. He groaned in your mouth, but didn't pull away if both of you felt the tangy taste of blood.

Alastor was patient with you, and let you decide when and how to move. But once your hips started to twitch against his, Alastor ground hips up into yours. His warm hands moved up to your back and shoulder blades to pull you closer. Your own hands tangled themselves in his dark hair and scratched down his back. By now your moans were echoing the same as the hounds of the hunters.

"Harder.. Al... Please..." You moaned against his cheek, as your hips moved up and down. Your desperate cunt twitching around his cock and making Alastor moan in your ear.

Next moment you were on your back, your legs on his shoulders as he leaned over you. Your eyes locked with his. Both of you as mirrored image to each other. Hair disheveled, foreheads sweaty, short rapid breaths. And then he was fucking you as if this is the last night out here with stars. As if the coming morning you won't stop by the coffee shop where he gets his morning dose of caffeine.

The way his cock so deliciously dragged against your walls - you had nothing in this world to compare it to. Leaking tip of his cock was carving your cunt out with every push back in, and each drag of it made you clench around him. As if to say, that you need him back in and not let him pull out.

You grabbed Alastor's cheeks:

"I'm in love with you...." He said first, as if he had read your thoughts on what you were about to say.

"I love you." You smiled back and pulled him in for a kiss that was broken by your moan as Alastor gave harsh thrust, hitting your cervix. Making you lose your breath momentarily.

"More.. please..." You begged, your cunt twitching around him.

"Fuck..." Alastor moaned, his hips taking on harsher and faster movements. You could swear that you felt him in your guts. Your hand traveled down your stomach and pressed on the outline of his cock. He smirked at you, as if saying that no other cock will ever be this deep, no one ever will pleasure you the same way.

"You're mine..." He groaned. Letting your legs off his shoulders, he pulled your lower lip with his thumb until your mouth opened and he could slide his finger in. Your tongue latched around his digit and sucked hard, making him stutter in his movements as he wondered how to use that mouth of yours in other ways.

With press on your tongue, your mouth opened once more, Alastor pulled his finger out and dived in to kiss you. Your tongues meeting before your lips could. You moaned in his eager mouth as his wet thumb now circled your clit. Your hips raising to meet his thrusts. When your wandering hands were enough for him, he grabbed them and pinned both of them above your head.

"Keep them there..." He said breathlessly and leaned back lifting your hips with his.

He was fucking you like drowning animal would fight for air. And the pleasure was rapidly pulling both of you under. The way your cunt clenched around him more and more frequently, was a sign that you were close. As if not being able to stand not touching him, your hand raised to rest on his stomach, feeling the lean muscles flexing there.

Not wanting to soil you on your first sexual encounter, Alastor was ready to pull out when your legs wrapping around his hips locked him in place. Sliding his hands up your legs and then sides, he leaned over you.

Your orgasm approached you unknowingly, as such intense feeling you have never felt before.

"I got you. Just let go." Alastor said against your chest as his forehead rested against your collarbone. With a moan that stole all your breath - you came. Alastor's name tumbling out of your lips like the sweetest honey. Your body arched off the ground and pressed against Alastor. Not knowing what to do with your hands as all nerve ends felt like going haywire, you opt to grab Alastor's hips and, as if your legs being locked around him wasn't enough, you pulled him against you.

Corrupting such sweet doe as yourself felt so rewarding. He could almost feel your orgasm on his tongue. Perhaps that was just taste of your cunt that kept lingering on his tongue. His own hips stuttered and with deep groan he came deep inside you, his teeth latching on the side of your left breast, leaving another love bite to remind you of this night of debaucheries.

For a moment neither of you moved. Still ongoing gunfires of hunters and howls of hounds could be heard echoing, meaning that hunt was still on. And you could return home without your father seeing you here.

Alastor wrapped one hand around your back and gently laid you back on ground.

"I must beg your pardon. A lady such as yourself ought never to be deflowered in such a place for the first time." He said quietly against your soft breasts that were still raising and falling in short breaths.

"Oh, hush. I enjoyed myself very much so." You took a deep breath trying to steady your breathing. Alastor looked at you and you smiled at him. Gently running your hands through his hair in order to tame it.

Steadying himself on his hands, Alastor pulled out and couldn't help but to stare at your cunt that was already leaking his cum. Catching him staring, ought to teas him a little bit. Bending your legs you spread them open. Gaining Alastor's attention, you trailed one hand down your body and dipped your fingertips in your folds. Shyly looking to the side you spread your folds, making more cum leak out. Alastor was watching your hand like it was a prey.

"Darling-" Alastor warned as his lashes fluttered. He leaned to kiss your knee instead. Fighting so hard not to take your overstimulated body the second time.

"We should talk in the morning." Alastor got up with a sigh, tucked himself away and walked over to the fence to retrieve your dress.

You quietly got dressed, not questioning anything. You weren't sure what we're you to say in such moment. While you were getting dressed you couldn't help but stare as Alastor was putting on his shirt. His skin on the back scratched by your nails. Or how the fingers you had cut had smeared blood all over his body.

"Shall I escort you home?" Alastor turned to you.

"No. It's late, we both should be getting home and to bed. And besides, I know this field like back of my hand." You shook your head.

"Alright." Alastor tilted his head to the side and smiled. He walked up to you and gently took off his glasses from you.

"Not a scratch. Good girl." He praised you, leaning down to your eye level. Your cheeks immediately flushed red and you quickly pressed your lips against his.

As he watched you walk back home, you couldn't help the smile that was on your lips. The faithful butter knife clutched carefully in your hands, will be neatly stored in your vanity as a reminder.

Meanwhile Alastor was sitting on the fence, watching you walk away, with skip in your step. Once you were far enough, he hauled himself over the fance, back on the road. What you had not seen at the very beginning, was that Alastor had come with knive of his own. Quite menacing butcher knife, that he had wedged in the nearby tree.

You were almost home. You had just ducked through the fence and walked quietly across the yard when, one, so much differently sounding gunshot, made you turn back around and stare at the field where you had come from....

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Part 2?

[takeurexam]

what are we? choi beomgyu x reader

(part two)

part 1 here

tw: fluff, highschool love, mutual pinning, ew people in love, ALOT of talking, part 2 is shorter

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"Psst, pssst!" Who was that? Its so early....

"Pssssstttt..." Okay, now they're getting noisy.

You open your eyes which reveals a young man with brown hair and brown eyes with his sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Beomgyu?" You wipe your eyes in disbelief to see if you were still dreaming or not, which in fact, you were not.

"Morning, lazy." You raise a brow as he giggles and steps away from your face; you sit up on your bed and process everything. It was Saturday, June 1, currently seven o'clock in the morning.

His visuals were even better in the morning, what a sight to see Beomgyu with his eyes puffy in the morning. And this made you realize that he did indeed just wake up.

"Why are you here? Wait. How did you get in? My parents are still asleep! What the hell!" You scream but not loud enough for your parents to hear. (you cant risk beomgyu getting kicked out, you dont wsnt him to go away)

"Shhhh, quiet down." He walks closer to you and sits on your bed beside you. You raise a brow at him and he smirks, "I have my ways- OW!" You hit him on his back.

"Im joking, your mom is awake. I already told her yesterday that I would be comin over early. I almost got hold of your house keys.." He chuckles.

It was scary how your mom trusted him so much. She always mentions him whenever she sees another young boy that is also our neighbor. "Thats the son of Mrs. Ha? Eh... Beomgyu's more handsome." Or a "Look at our new neighbor, but dont get too close with him! Dont leave Beomgyu."

"Of course. My mom loves you too much." You sigh and stand up. "Now, why are you here?"

He dosent reply for a little while and just looks at you as he sits on your chair, then speaks up, "Im here because the two of us are going out."

.....

"What?"

"What? Is there a problem?" He smirks, "I can just leave.

"Wait, no! You can stay." You pull his wrist towards you, "I would love to! Super! Oh, I mean, I'm happy, but!-" He cuts you off by closing your mouth (gently) and snickers, "Okay, okay, I get you. Dont be nervous, its just me." He chuckles.

You were flustered as hell right now. The way he was so amused seeing you all shy made you flustered. "Why are you so flustered? Were just going out!" He laughs hard.

"Where do we go?" You ask, as you avoid his question which he raises a brow at before thinking, "I wanna take you to the park." He answers with a grin.

"What a friendly outing." You snicker.

"Hey! Dont run off without me!" You laugh as he shouts at you while you both run across the park. "Your mother will kill me!" He laughs while shouting.

You run away a little more before sitting down on the soft grass, which Beomgyu sees before he dives towards you and locks you in his grasp.

"Gotcha." He giggles as he locks you into a hug as you laugh hard until you cant breathe, "Beomgyu!" Both of you share a good laugh.

"Are you going to let go?" You look up at him as your head lays on his shoulder with his arms around you.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"What you want to do." You shrug as you continue laying on his shoulder, which makes him smile. "I think we both know what we want." He chuckles.

Beomgyu looks at you for a moment- you were a sight for him. You laughing with your teeth showing and your eyes shutting because you laughed so hard made him realize how comfortable you were around him.

He isint a clingy person around his girl friends, but it looks like you were the only exception among all.

"Beomgyu." You look at him.

"Yeah?" He looks back at you, the both of you staring into each others face.

"What exactly are we?" You question.

"What do you want us to be?" Beomgyu brushes away your hair covering your face that was something only he would see- well, your close friends, but mostly him.

You look at him like you were observing something at an museum. You were trying to read his mind or whatever, yet also thinking about how you two look corny as hell in the public park.

"Hey, I like you." You smile, "Im sorry, im not good with confessions." He chuckles at your reaction.

"So you've been telling me all those love lessons with Soobin was useless in the end?" He laughs, "I feel the same way." He smiles widely at you which you replicate.

"Ew. Never ask Soobin for love advice, he cant pull." You say as you share a laugh with Beomgyu.

"Uh huh. Stop slandering your pres, be kinder." He ruffles your hair. "Dont snitch me out." You say to Beomgyu, "I'll choke you." He snickered at your remark.

You both looked stupid laying down in the grass, but neither of you cared. Enjoying moments together was one thing you liked with Beomgyu, because he was such a nice person to be around with.

And you hope your happiness lasts long.

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a/n: sorry for taking too long to release this from my drafts teehe expect more to come! probably taehyuns gonna be next and gonna be historical (mr queen inspired bc i love mr queen)

[storywriter12]

@garma-mom I hope that you like this and I hope that I did good on this sorry it took so long

Merle Dixon Relationship preferences

(how did you meet) you met him the first ever time you got to woodbury you were in your own scared and hurt only little scratches but the doctor there patched you up merle took you to a little room where you stayed the night. He was kind to you. He told you if there was anything you needed you come right to him you smiled at him and thanked him he nodded leaving you in. Your new room the next morning you had breakfast with the governor and he asked you all sorts of questions. How did you make it this far? Are you with a group?. You were sad given that most if not all of your group died you told him this and he said he was sorry for your loss and you will have a family here. He brought Merle in and he showed you around you loved the library there which you shared the love of books to him you both had little looks here and there. You saw him blush but looked away. You noticed that his hand was gone but you didn't ask he saw you look at it anyway “cut it off”he said lifting it up, sorry you said to him but he brushed it off that day you spent together was really nice he got you both lunch and showed you around he then showed you to your house. You gasped in shock from how pretty it was “I'm… I'm, I'm hoping that you are going to stay “he said stuttering over his words you turned and smiled at him he left you alone to get settled in for the night and that he will see you tomorrow morning.

(what he thought about you)

He liked you. He liked being around you he spent more of his time with you then anybody else you two would just sit and talk he discovered that you were a baker and a very good cook so you would cook him food if he had to go out and then just give it to one of the guards to save it for when he came home. This touched him no one ever really cooked for him and he liked you even more because you did this he always told you that you shouldn't but you always shut him down so eventually he stopped and just let you bake and. Cooked his other friends would call you his housewife which he smiled at but told them to mind their own business. He would even join you for dinner, most nights he would set the table and then after you two would talk and play cards after you fell asleep and he covered your body over with a blanket. Yes he liked you alot.

(how would he ask you out) he would do a picnic for you and take you out somewhere he knew was safe you both lied down and he was dressed very smartly he looked at you watching the warm wind blow your hair he felt nervous he didn't want to overstep the mark with this he took deep breaths and it just came out

(merle) so you wanna go out with me? As in a date?.....

Silence filled the air until he spoke again

(merle) if you don't it's OK

(You) you cut him off. I would love to! You said smiling at him

He had to check if he heard you right but then it sank in that you said yes he got all tingly which happens. All the time he was around you he smiled at you and now he had to think. Where was he going to take you?

(where would he take you:He came around your house around 2:00pm with a big box. You looked at him with a “what's this? “ Look, you helped him with the box to your living room and placed it onto the table you both sat down on the chairs . then moved to the floor. The box was full of memories from life before CDs with sounds like birds singing, waves crashing and tills in the shop ringing money. You couldn't remember what the world sounded like before now the world just sounds like the stuff of nightmares. He also bought some candles with him, smells what you loved, cut grass, smells of fresh bread, gingerbread, cinnamon and mixed berries. You both just lied down on the floor making convocations with each other he knew. How much you missed life before but you were always so thankful for being alive now.

(First kiss) it was a hit day and you were just in a top and shorts you went to visit him. He was on guard. You climbed up and brought him a cold drink. When he saw you he smiled and hugged you. You of course hugged him back. Kissing him in the cheek

(merle) what was that for?

(you) oh you know you looked like you needed something to get you through the day you smiled at him and he. Bite his lip. Looking at your lips

(merle) why don't you kiss me so where else? Here? I said pointing at my lips. I leaned down and kissed her softly as she kissed me back, wrapping her arms around me.

(you) you felt his hand wrap around you. You gave him another kiss and then pulled away. See you later

(what does he call you) baby, sexy, doll, surger, sweetie boo, his girl, angel,little bear (because you call him your big bear) sweetheart, little petal, and darling

(how does he cuddle you)

(how does he hold your hand)

(when he has bad dreams) he knows he has killed a lot of. People and he knows he would never hurt you but that doesn't stop him from dreaming about that

Dream⬇️the governor saw you on the woods and took you back to woodbury threw you into a cell and left you for days when he came back you barely was alive but he wasn't alone he came back with someone a man who stood looking down at you with petty in his eyes “let it be done “ the governor said walking out if the room and leaving merle with you, merle looked at you pulled out his gun and unlocked the cell door walking in you pulled yourself into a little ball as you started to cry hot tears ran down your cheeks he huffed as you heated the gun click and he pulled the trigger and shot you

After he had this dream he shot up his chest going up and down and he felt tears rolling down his cheeks he waited until the next morning to go around to your house seeing that you were alive and well he made you breakfast in bed

This is a request but merle will be in this book now so if anybody has everyone else they want me to put in this book just go ahead and ask me! 😊

[littlxpxtal]

Little Dove | Chapter 5

Last chapter I got a little sloppy cus I'm horrible at ending things meep

It was the 3rd day of your 5 day trip away with Coriolanus. His attitude and demeanor had done a complete 180, reminding you of the charm and affection he has shown you in school. It was refreshing to have your lover return to such a familiar state, one that you had been yearning to regain. 

Not only was this trip a break for you, but for Coriolanus as well. He the hardest working person you knew, but he was also extremely hard on himself. This came along with his desire to be the best, it always came with a cost. You knew going into the games would heighten both of your anxieties, but you were glad to experience this moment of peace with him. 

Dressed in a soft pink maxi dress, Coryo wore an outfit of all white. he squeezed you hand as you looked out the window at a new spot you hasn’t been to yet. Multiple acres of grass with a few large trees spotted around. As the car pulled up closer to a tree, you could look across to see a small beach. 

“This is a perfect spot for our picnic!”

He grinned and grabbed the basket and cooler from the trunk of the car 

“I thought so too.” 

After finishing up the meal you had prepared together, you laid your head on his lap, as his was against the shady tree, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Tell me more about your expectations of this presidential campaign Coryo.” 

He sighed and brushed his fingers along your neck.

“We really don’t have to talk about that now, it can wait until we get back.” 

You push your lips out to a pout. 

“when we get back and talk about it, it’s real. If we talk about it here. it’s like it’s a figment of our imagination” 

He frowned. 

“It’s very real to me though, Y/N.”

You sat up, placing your hands on his chest.

“Of course it is baby. I just mean, less pressure, no judgement or arguing. just ideas with no limits” He smiled down at you and then looked back out into the field. There was a few moments of silence before he opened his mouth again. 

“I want everyone to know my name, not because they knew my father but because they knew me. And I want it to be more than just because of the 10th Hunger Games, or working with Dr. Gaul as assistant game maker. I want to make a legacy of my own. I need to beat my fathers. I’m willing to do anything.” 

“and you think I can help you achieve that?” you asked. He frowns again. 

“Didn’t you just say the limit does not exist here?”

You laugh at his quip. “Okay okay. If i’m being honest I think you’re going to have to get a little bit nicer.” 

He stared at you with no emotion and you laugh out. 

“Okay fine i’m done with jokes. I’m going to work my hardest to help you get there my love. I like to think you already have a name for yourself from your time on congress alone, let alone what you were doing in your late teenage years. This won’t be a terribly easy feat, but there’s no doubt it my mind we’re going to win. “ a moment of silence passed between the two of you. 

“Are you scared?” you ask him. 

He brushes the tip of your nose with his finger and avoids eye contact. 

You lean in closer and lightly kiss his lips. 

His eyes flicker towards yours. For the first time ever you see tears well in his eyes and feel him tremble under your hands. 

“I’m fucking terrified.” he finally gets out. a single tears drops from his right eye and you flick it away. 

Your lips form a smile, not because he was in pain and sad, you hated that part. But at the fact that he had finally opened up about something, and was looking to you for comfort. 

“I don’t think you’re going to lose Coryo. Maybe we need to do some exposure therapy, get you used to not getting what you want. I can start,” 

He lets out a laugh. “You always give me what I want.” 

It was your turn to frown now. 

“We can talk about strategy when we get home. For now let’s go explore that beach” 

He starts to stand and places his hand out to assist you. You slide you shoes off and brush your dress back down over your legs,  

Although Coryo had only let one tear slip from his eyes, his face still contorted with worry. You reached up to meet his face, cupping his cheeks between your hands, staring him intently in his eyes. 

“Coryo,” you start. He reaches up to your wrists and leans in to kiss you.

“I’ll be alright Dove, c’mon”

You both slowly walk from the grass down to the small beach as the sun slowly descended across the water. 

You release your hand from his and walk over to the water. 

“It’s so quiet” you murmur.

Coryo comes to join you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing a sweet kiss against your cheek. “Can we stay here forever?” 

He chuckles lightly and brushes your hair over your shoulder so he can press a kiss upon your neck. 

“I’ve lived in the great outdoors before. It’s not all that great after a while.” he grunts, trying to pull you from the water. 

“But can we at least come back here to visit sometimes?” you plea, not turning around to follow him. 

“We can come back anytime you’d like dove.” he assures. You can tell his voice is now farther, finally turning to see that hes moving farther down the beach. His head is down and he seems to be stuck in thought. 

“Coryo, are you arlight?” you ask. You were hoping he wasn’t still shook up about the conversation you two shared moments before.

“Yea I’m just-” he stops before started to walk further away. 

You ran to catch up to him, twisting his arm around and pressing his chest against yours. You could feel his heart beating rapidly and his face showed anxiety. 

“Hey, hey is there anything I can do to help, whats going on?” You were beginning to get worried. You had never seen him so disheveld like this. You were afraid that you couldn’t be much help, and opened your mouth to offer another solution before he grabbed your face and started desperately kissing you. You immediately return the desire, wrapping your arms around his neck as he cradled your waist. 

After many moments of sharing a passionate kiss, he released you, still holding you close and embracing you into a hug. Your eyes opened for the first time since his lips were on yours and you noticed that the sun began to turn the colors of the sky pink and purple.

“I love you more than I’ve loved anyone before, y/n” he states. You freeze slightly at this abrupt declaration from Coriolanus’s mouth. 

You pull back from the hug and look up to him, your mouth slightly parted, unsure if you should respond or if he had more to say. 

“You amaze me by your intelligence, patience and ability to problem solve. I’ve never met anyone like you. You’re so astute, desicive and observant. I admire your resourcefulness and how adaptable you are in any situation.”

Your lips form a smile lips and you reach your hands back up to his neck. Before you can respond he continues,

 “Since the moment I met you, I knew you would be a challenge. But I have come to learn that you're something I cant conquer or compete with. You’re someone I want by my side, always.” 

He lowers to the ground, on one knee. You gasp, at the scene of Coriolanus. Him proposing was something you hadn’t thought of happening for a while, figuring he would wait until he was president and checked off all of his boxes before indulging in something so customary. 

“Coryo,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair as the wind blew your dress in the soft breeze. The sun was now at the edge of the water, creeping lower and lower.

“Y/N, will you please do me the honor of being my wife, for now and forever?” 

“Yes, Coryo,” you exclaimed. He placed the beautiful ring upon your finger and stood, picking you up with a swift movement, kissing your face as he spun you around. 

“Was this apart of your plan?” you asked through giggles as he kept spinning you round. 

“Yes,” he said sheepishly before placing you down. 

“I was nervous as hell.” he grumbled, picking up the box he placed down. 

“I was worried I upset you or something,” he shook his head and connected his lips with yours again. A few moments passed before he removed his mouth from yours. 

“No darling, never.”

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Returning back to the cabin, you go up the stairs to change into one of your PJ sets, while Coryo put away the things from your picnic. You step back down the stairs to see the living room area is lit up by candlelight, a record playing, the fire place on and a bottle of red wine with two wine glasses sat out. He brushes past you, with a soft kiss on your lips.

“Get cozy dove, ‘m gonna go change.”

You walk over to the island and pour wine into both of the glasses. You walk over to the conversation couch and sprawl out on the cushions, downing the first glass you poured yourself, admiring the exquisite ring that fit perfectly on your finger. 

You hear Coryo’s footsteps padding down the stairs, and your breathe hitches as he comes down with an unbuttoned top shirt and a loose pair of pajama pants. 

You can’t help but eye every part of his body, feeling a burning sensation form in your stomach, and a lump beginning to form in your throat, unable to greet him before he plops onto the cushion next to you.

“You arlight love?” he asks softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Yea, sorry. Just can’t believe your going to be my husband.” he smirks and grabs his glass of wine off of the coffee table.

“Imagine how I feel. Having the most stunning and magnetic woman in all of Panem”

Your stomach filled with butterflies as he showered you with compliments. He must’ve studied a dictionary to come up with such stunning describing words for you, words youve never heard him use before. You knew he was an educated man and had an eloquent vocabulary, but he was really impressing you with his descriptions tonight. 

He moves over closer, taking a large gulp of his wine before place it down and moving your legs across his, resting his hands on your thighs. 

“Whatcha thinking about my love?” he asks. 

You finally gain the courage to speak, “Kiss me, Coriolanus.”

He obeys immediately, pressing his lips into your open mouth, sliding his tongue inside, tasting the sweet wine you both drank. He grabs the glass from your hands and sets it on the table without breaking the kiss and moves one of your legs to the other side of his waist. He pulls you ontop of him, running his hands roughly through your hair as you groan at his harshness, allowing his tongue to move deeper inside your mouth. Your hands trail up and down his abdomen, softly moaning into his mouth as he squeezes your hips and begins to move them back and forward. 

He finally removes himself from making a mess of your mouth, wiping his salvia that has dripped down your chin. He grins and reaches over to grab both of your wine glasses, He clinks his against yours

“To us.” he states.

“To us” you whisper before finishing the rest of the glass. He smirks and leans over to the table, holding onto your figure as he grabs the bottle and begins to pour more into both of your glasses.

“Trying to get me drunk Snow?” you question seductively, biting your bottom lip as he tops off the rest of the bottle into his own glass. 

He reaches back to place the bottle down, lets his hand release from your back and lifts up your chin. 

“I’m just trying to celebrate” he nonchalantly retorts. 

You take a sip of the glass and adjust your placement on his lap to move further back and admire his torso. 

“Can’t believe I get to marry the hottest guy in Panem” you say, half joking, half serious.

He rolls his eyes. 

“My you have a way with words.” he takes a sip from his glass and trails his eyes down your body.

“Take your top off.” he directs. 

Before you can form a snarky response, he grabs your glass from your hands. You find yourself mindlessly pulling your top off to reveal your bare chest. You feel his bulge harden beneath you immediately. 

“That’s my girl” he rumbles before forcing both glasses into your hands and moves his hands to cup your boobs. You wince at the cold pressure of his rough hands fondling your tits. He mouth moves to kiss your sternum and you sit, helpless on his lap as he attacks your chest with kisses and bites. 

A moan escapes your lips and you decide to take another drink of your wine. 

“Finish it.” he commands, before placing his lips around your right nipple. He looks up at you, and your bring the glass back up to your lips, maintaining eye contact as one of his hands reach to your back letting you lean back. Tipping your head back to finish, he finally releases his lips and smiles. 

“Are you gonna be this good for me all night?” he asks, trailing kisses up to your neck, using his hand to straighten your body back up.

“Yes baby” you murmur, feeling the effects of the three glasses you’ve had. 

“I’ll have to take a bathroom break before we go any further.” you giggle, feeling a blush creep around your face as the words slip out. He lets out a deep chuckle into your neck before placing a last kiss. 

“Go on then.”

You stand up and he gives your ass a tap before you tip toe to the bathroom, stumbling around a bit, officially feeling drunk. 

You return to see him with both glasses on the table, empty, and two glasses of water on the table as well. He is laying on his back, arms behind his head, eyes closed. 

“Hi baby”

“Hi dove” he responds, peeking one eye open. 

You lay ontop of him, head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of every breath.

“What king of wedding shall we have?” you ask. 

He removes his hands from behind his head to hold you. 

“What did you have in mind?”

You smile sweetly and begin to ponder. Weddings always seemed large and extravagant, you couldn’t imagine what they would be like if they were presidential. 

“Grand”

He laughs and pulls you up closer on his chest so your face reaches his.

“I have a grand idea.” he smirks. 

He lifts your body off of his and he pulls himself onto the ground, kneeling before you again

“Coryo what,”

“Shhh” he mumbles into your thighs as he begins to press wet kisses up and down, slowly pulling down your pants. As they plop to the floor, you immediately become self conscious, fully naked standing before your fully clothed lover.

 His hands begging to spread your legs and you begin to protest as he interrupts you 

“Why dont you ride my face and tell me everything you want at your grand wedding, misses Snow?”

You look down at him, hazy and love drunk. he sits down, back against the couch, leaning his head on the cushion, moving your legs on his sides, pushing you forward to straddle him. Deciding tonight wasn’t a night to disobey, you place your cunt upon his face. He moves himself down to get comfortable and begins licking up and down your folds. You let out a soft cry, reaching forward to grab the back of the couch. 

Grinding against his face, you babble out sultry moans, looking down every now and then at your fiances face between your legs. You wish there was a mirror to catch a glimpse of this erotic sight, sitting on his face, using the couch as a chair while he sits open legged on the ground, palming himself through his pants. 

He grunts into your pussy, before pulling away and roughly grabs your ass cheeks,

“I told you to tell me what you want at our wedding misses Snow.” he growls before feverishly sucking on your clit.

You yelp out and clench your body, trying to focus on coherent thoughts.

“I- I want large chandeliers hanging everywhere. And, and I want white roses everywhere”

You let an exasperated moan out before beginning again.

“Matchbooks with our names printed on them, and my bridesmaids will wear beautiful rose gold satin dresses. Deep red and gold accents will be everywhere, and” you stifle out a moan, close to reaching your climax. Your thighs begin the tremble as he flicks his tongue over your bud repeatedly. 

“All of Panem will be in attendance, and there will be a grandddd dancefloor” you roll out before collapsing from holding yourself up. 

“I’ll wear a beautiful lace gown, probably no veil” you sigh before whimpering as he sticks two fingers into your hole.

“Sounds like an extravagant wedding” he whispers into your thigh, peppering it with kisses as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. 

“Mhmm” you reply, nodding off into subspace.

“Come back baby” he coos, bringing a hand up and around to your chest, pushing you up straight.

“Coryo ‘m gonna cum”

He smirks and begins to pump his fingers fast, curling them, making you gasp for air.

“Fuck fuck fuck” you breathe out, leaning forward over to grasp the back of the couch. His mouth attaches to your clit again, moving in slow circles as you come undon on his fingers.

He removes them and you crawl further on the couch. Coriolanus begins to stand, placing his fingers in his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he tastes your juices.

You whine in response, head feeling light, core throbbing and legs weak.

He pulls off his open shirt, tossing it to the side of the couch. His pants soon follow, his cock twitching up and slapping his torso.

You bite your bottom lip, whimpering at the sight. 

He moves his body to hover above yours, using his knees to spread your legs.

“Tell me what you what, my little dove” he whispers into your ear.

“Make me yours Coryo,” he dips his head to meet your lips, tugging at your bottom lip, begging for admission inside. You oblige, and he circles his tongue around your lips, you taste yourself on his mouth resulting in a moan escaping from both of you.

He reaches down to grab his cock, lining it up with your entrace before slowing pumping in and out.

“Please Coryo, I need all of you” you squeal, hands grasping on both of his arms. Frustrated at his teasing you pout and squirm beneath him.

“You said you would be a good girl for me baby. Be patient”

“Im done being patient Coryo, fuck me damnit” you demand. He eyebrow quirks up before he bucks his full length inside, making you scream out.

“Gave you what you wanted Dove, hmm? Couldnt wait for me to stretch out your tight cunt, now you have to face the consequences.” he growls into your ear before pushing himself up, hands on your chest as he thrusts in and out of you. Crying out, a tear slips from your eye at the rough penetration. He wipes the tear with his index and squeezes your cheeks together with one hand. 

“You begged for it baby.” he states, you’re unable to retreat back with a response since only gasps and moans can escape your lips. 

His eyes roll back with pleasure, using the back of the couch to keep himself steady, his other hand grabbing your left hand, interlocking fingers. He brings the hand closer, admiring the rock he placed on your finger earlier in the night.

“Do you like your ring pretty girl?” he coos, keeping his thrusts repetitive and steady. 

“Ye-yes I love it” you squeak out before returning to your babbles. 

Your glossy eyes admire the sweat glistening from his chest as he grinded into your cunt. He kissed the diamond ring on your hand before moving it above your head, leaning his face against yours. 

He thrusts were starting to get sloppy as he came close to his high. 

“I can’t wait to fuck you forever” he chuckles.  

He brings his other hand away from the couch and skims the side of your body, leaving goosebumps. You squeeze your eyes shut, trembling at touch. His fingertips land on your clit, slowly rubbing circles. 

“Look at me baby”  he pleads.

You eyes flash open and you see a devilish grin placed upon his face.

“Were gonna cum at the same time okay baby?” he instructs. You nod your head up and down, already feeling a knot building up from the pressure of his cock hitting your cervix and the stimulation he was adding to your clit. 

“O-okay, ‘m already close Coryo” you groan out as he quickens his speed.

“Me too baby” he shuts his eyes closed for a few moments, leaning his head back. 

You feel his cock throb and pulsate within you, giving you a sign he was near the edge. The mere thought let you come undone for the second time that night. As your body begins to shudder, he collapses on top of you, mumbling a string of profanities into your neck as he finishes. 

He lays ontop of you, breathing heavy, pressing soft kisses into your neck. 

“I love you y/n” he murmurs.

“I love you too Coryo” you respond sweetly. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting in the back of the car, hand interlocked with Coriolanus, your head leans against the window, admirning the cabin you would remember forever. A sense of uneasiness forms in the pit of your stomach as the driver pulls off, Reminding you of the responsibilities and reality you two were able to leave behind for the week. 

Coryo brings your hand up to his lips, giving it a soft kiss before squeezing it tightly and setting it back down on the seat. 

“Lets go take on the world, dove”

“Snow lands on top.”

[finderseeker]

Season 6 liveblog post! I'll be continuing the practice of putting it all under a read more so it doesn't clog up my blog or 55 people's dashboards.

So are we just not gonna talk about that Jake is partying with an all-powerful being and several cosmic entities including the lich?? (And also Peppermint Butler is there???)

I do like Prismo he seems cool. And he's got a neat design

Ohhh that's interesting about the lich. Prismo says the lich's "primary function is to cause mass death." And then compares him to "a machine without a purpose." Hmmmmm

Wait I thought the time room was outside of linear time

Finn is handling being in the same room as the lich, who's still in Billy's body, weirdly well.

DUDE WHAT IS THAT LIKE SHADOW PRISMO

PRISMO IS A DREAM!?

Why is he okay with being killed??

Wait, "killing a wishmaster"? Are there others??

"As soon as my corporeal body falls asleep again in a thousand years I'll be back!" PRISMO C'MON. THE LICH IS RIGHT THERE. YOU'VE GOTTA SEE WHY THIS IS A BAD IDEA.

*SCREECH*

Well at least the lich is imprisoned...?

Oh no. Weird black fire stuff

Either this guy's not his dad or his dad's just a jerk.

I'm gonna guess not his dad. He does suck.

Many questions about the lich...

UHH GRASS SWORD?

DUDE HIS ARM!?!? FOR THAT DICKWAD!?!?!? HIS ARM AND SICK GRASS SWORD!?

Is he gonna grow a grass arm...?

Uhhh more questions about the lich...

Oh no. I think uh. I think you guys should've told PB about this whole deal. Before you uh. Before you left baby lich with. Tree Trunks.

James again huh? Curious about that whole deal.

Three months since the zombie thing huh. Interesting when they give real a timeline for stuff.

Kind of. Um. Disturbing. How PB treats refusing to keep cloning James like she's firing someone from their job instead of. Y'know. Letting someone die. Like don't get me wrong I'm not saying treating him as expendable because he can be cloned was right either, but. Idk.

HE FAKED HIS DEATH A BUNCH OF TIMES?

"Dude I've been to your funeral like 25 times."

Banana guard just knew the term "vigintiquintuplets" huh

I've been wondering about how PB has, presumably, been the one who made the majority of the candy people, especially her own staff. And how she's definitely capable of making competent beings (like those gumball machine swordsmen), but she surrounds herself with goofballs, save for a few. Is it because she likes to feel like smartest one? Is it because she wants to be left to her own devices but can't take care of everything on her own? Is it because she wants to be needed? Some combination of those things?

This episode did not answer my questions about the radioactive goo.

I am glad that they're not brushing the arm thing off. I'm glad that they're not just giving him a prosthetic that replaces it perfectly. And the prosthetic PB gave him was unwieldy and hard to use, just like a real prosthetic.

Oh. He's got a ghost arm. :/

"AHH!" "What??" "I just thought about my anxieties, and it's like my mind-hand touched a hot memory-stove." That is EXACTLY WHAT IT FEELS LIKE YEAH.

Revenge be like that.

CANDY KINGDOM FALLOUT SHELTER?

Oh the ghost arm is gone that's good(?)

Dude where did you THINK that tower would fa

Once again: glad they’re not brushing this arm business or the effects of what happened with his dad off. It’s cool they’re exploring the numbness that comes after the anger.

Finn nooo don’t get your feel-good brain chemicals from kissing a whole bunch of girls! That won’t end well.

Did.

Did Finn.

Did Finn sleep with LSP…

TREE!?

HE REGREW HIS ARM!?

This feels like a cop-out, but at least it wasn’t immediate…

Alright. I admit I didn’t expect to be wrong about the ancient psychic tandem war elephant

Ohh another genderbend episode

LSP kidnapped the Ice King to make him read her take on Fionna and Cake. Incredible. Can’t wait to see how this goes.

I love that all these episodes are like, totally skewed by whoever writing.

Alright this is long. New reblog.

[calxia]

Weather really is something. I love the rain but I also hate the cold. I somewhat like the sun but also hate the heat. I used to be able to deal with the heat and now I can't. Can't even get used to cold as fuck weather when it snows. Sometimes it'll go into the negatives. At one point I had snow up till March/April.

Speaking of weather. What are thoughts on the Ghouls favorite type of weather? I'm kind of putting a little thought into it. I feel Rain loves when it pours but hates when it pouring down and freezing cold. While Mountain is more for a cloudy day with the sun peaking out.

- 🎸 Anon

I live for the cold weather. I wait for when it gets cold enough I can wear my leather jacket and hoodies everywhere without question. When we got really bad snow here earlier this year I jumped on the opportunity to walk to work in it. the crunch and coldness is just perf.

here's some lil thoughts on what weather I think the ghouls will like. I got very carried away again while writing these, but really what's new there?

Rain loves those misty summer mornings where the grass glitters with beaded dew and the air is heavy with the cloying taste of the humid day yet to come. The air is crisp but not cold, and everything is still, waiting for the warmth the steadily rising sun will bring. Rain likes summer showers. The refreshing brush of cold rain on sticky skin. The sort of rain that leaves you soaked, but revitalises you for the day. He breathes easier when it's humid, his lungs not having to work as hard as his moist gills help pick up the slack.

Dew likes the scorching sun. The sort which burns your skin at the slightest brush. That drives most to try to seek shelter in the shade, but even the shade is still dangerously warm. The heat that brings a period of drought with it and risks starting a blazing inferno from the frazzled dead grass it creates. He recharges in the dry air and basks like a lizard in the powerful rays of the sun. Dew also likes the feeling of the first rain after a period without. The warm humidity energizes him and calls forth the remnants of his water past.

Mountain likes cloudy mornings in the spring. Where the air is still chased by the bitter nip of frost but you can almost feel how everything is waking up for the season of new beginnings. When the sun is starting to rise earlier and earlier as the days lengthen. The weather is perfect for the work that a new season brings and the clouds provide cover from harsh UV rays. He rises with the sun to work his gardens as the sun plays peekaboo with the clouds.

Swiss enjoys the heat of early summer when the earth is still trying to shake off the frosts of spring. He likes a gentle breeze that carries dandelion seeds and the smells of summer with it. It is warm but still cool enough that you can do things freely. He likes staying up late when dusk is beginning to spread and night insects emerge. A chill starts to spread but it's chased away by firepits and good company. A wind stokes the bonfire, yet it is early enough in the season that the damp ground easily contains the blaze.

Cirrus is partial to a cool autumn evening, perfect for snuggling up in front of the hearth to fight off the cold. The sort of weather that is perfect for a dusk stroll through the woods all bundled up. The crisp air nipping at unprotected noses and fingers. There's nothing better than being able to snuggle up with those you love and watch the twilight drawing in.

Both Aurora and Cumulus love the snow. They almost become kits again when they wake up to a thick sheet of white across the abbey grounds. They always try to rush outside in their pyjamas only to be stopped by Cirrus, who forces them to wrap up warm. They love the crunch of snow and the way snowflakes drift down from above to cling to eyelashes and hair. They will stay outside for as long as possible before they get called in for hot chocolate and pack cuddles in front of a roaring fire. If it was up to them, they would stay out all day playing.

Phantom likes the bitter cold of an icy winter night. He’s enthralled with the way frost sparkles beneath a cloudless night. He always feels the cold down to his bones but it's easily thwarted by thick clothes and heaped blankets. He’s never seen snow before, but he’s sure that if it glitters anything like an iced-over pond and crunches like frost, he will love it.

[ilovespec]

"A frantic heartbeat: An Ode to Obsession"

Yandere FEM! Teacher × FEM! Reader. Part I

Note!!! All the people here are 21 years old, and this is only 1 part ;) But the second part will be released soon

Warnings : beautiful woman . АААААААА ЖЕНЩИНА ?!??!? ААААААААААААААААА ЖЕНЩИНАААААААА !!!!!!!!

Y/N - Your name.

Y/L - Your last name.

Y/NC - Your nickname

F/N - Friend's name.

F/L : Friend's last name

Y/N Y/L , Y/NC etc... That's what they call you. You are an ordinary college student in your city. And... as strange as it may sound, but your life is ordinary. Like groundhog Day. You wake up, brush your teeth, take a shower , have breakfast, go to school, come back from school, do your homework (if you still do it, of course) and go to bed. And so on.... But . Everything changed a little bit when you got a new teacher...Agnia Gnilova. She taught you psychology. This is a 40-year-old Russian woman. She has shoulder-length blonde hair, brown eyes, a long scar on her nose, tanned skin , she is about 190-200 centimeters tall, and has muscles.. Judging by the way her clothes fit her body, she was a professional athlete..And only because of this did half of your class fall in love with her, damn it. And you thought she was just a beautiful and charming woman. After all, why would an ordinary student fall in love with your teacher , right?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Agnia Gnilova... She was just an angel!!! She didn 't scold you if you and other students missed classes , often arranged tea parties , and even helped and calmed down if someone was upset or had problems ! Soon she became a local "star", because this is a foreign psychology teacher who behaves like an angel, and also calms down? Soon, even the local teachers fell in love with her....

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You sigh painfully as you get up from your desk and stretch your cramped limbs. And your friend teased you.

Your bro : Hey Y/N, have you grown quite old, you can't even sit for a long time *fake villainous laughter*

Suddenly a heavy , sinewy hand was laid on his shoulder... It was your teacher, Agnia! She looked at your friend with a barely noticeable fierce gleam in her eyes and a smile on her face.

Agnia Gnilova : F/N F/L . Miss Y/N is very beautiful and young, don't mess with her with your words.

Then she came up to you and lightly patted the top of your head.

Agnia Gnilova: Don't worry Miss Y/N. You always You are beautiful , and you will be.

And then she just walked away. Your friend has already really laughed at this situation.

Your bro : HWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAZ , GIRLLLLLLL LOOKS LIKE SHE 'S GOT HER EYE ON YOU AZAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA0

You just sigh dejectedly, thinking about what kind of jerk you're friends with ...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The next day, when you were walking home from school as usual, you heard rustling and meowing in the bushes... You went into the bushes , and saw , oddly enough, Agnia ! And she was playing with stray kittens... How cute it looked !!!! It's only after a couple of minutes that she turns around and notices you. Her tanned face immediately turns red, and she laughs sheepishly.

Agnia Gnilova: Oh.... Miss Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here... Do you like these kittens? Have a seat next to me.

She lightly patted the spot on the grass next to her and smiled. And you sat down next to her. And you spent the next couple of hours playing with kittens <3

The character description will be tomorrow, today I'm too lazy, it's 3:00. And anyway, I'm tired and I'm leave. (to sleep)

[heard-nsfw-is-back]

Ok I'll write the Donkey Kong x Mario fics myself. It's not going to be good though. This is also really fukin long I apologize in advance. I wanted to make a joke about riding pipe but I won't. I could, and it would be hilarious, but I won't.

On off days when they aren't trying new obstacle courses that the princess Peach made or answering emergency house calls, Mario would be exploring. The mushroom kingdom was vast and spectacular. Even in the Jungle every corner was a new sight, a new creature to meet or fight. Bowser had relaxed a lot and now his abduction of the Princess was few and far between, more political than romantic. The Toads have gotten braver. Learning how to defend their home wasn't easy. They relied on a steady, easy life; but agreed it would be best for any emergencies. It kept Mario busy too. Luigi would be off clearing areas that had rumored ghosts, though Mario knew it was an excuse to see Bowser. He shuddered. What his brother saw in that guy was beyond him. Although, he paused, when his brother found out about his teeny Itty-bitty miniscule really, crush on Donkey Kong he would never drop it. Always sending amused looks whenever Mario came up with an excuse to race or he "needed" a new kart. A race! That's what he needed. Just a rush to escape the cobwebs in his head. Doubling back to the city to find the pipe, he really thought about it. Peach made sense right? I mean not really. He was a plumber and she was the Princess of an actual genuine kingdom. Although his brother was seeing a king so maybe not. But Donkey Kong was funny. And nothing phased him. Even when he lost most fights against Mario, he took it as a learning opportunity instead of an insult. His people loved him effortlessly. He was smart and driven. Mario sighed, leaning on a wall in front of the pipe to the Jungle Kingdom. Would it be weird to show up? Would he be normal talking to the guy he had a crush on? He had a crush on a gorilla that played go karts, what was he thinking. There was nothing normal about this. He took a step forward and accidentally triggered the pipe and before he knew it, he was on his way. A minute later he tumbled in to lush grass and took a deep breath. He really needed to learn how to use those better. Mario stood and brushed off his overalls. Rhythmic thumping was headed his way and Mario looked around desperately for a power up box. Donkey Kong came out from the deep and rushed in front of Mario. "Hey what are you doing here?" He smiled and bumped his shoulder. Mario smiled and rubbed his now aching shoulder. "Can we talk? I need to tell you something."

Fucking idk man, two heartfelt confessions later they were raw dogging it in the forest and Mario got dick drunk. They did it every few days cause Mario is like half his size and he's now 100% a size queen. I'm not writing that but that's where this was going.

[azzyisepik]

— DAY 18 ; NOCHE DE ESPECTÁCULO —

For this day of Mes De Los Tres Caballeros, I didn't have much motivation to draw, so take this story instead!! I haven't written in a while, but I decided to write this story not only for fun, but to also save myself some time so I can also start drawing some personal things, rather than things catered to the event.

The night sky was hypnotic, the way the stars would stand so still yet somehow look as if they were dancing to a melody, and ah, the way the moon robbed the sun of it's glory, shining oh so bright from stolen light. It was beautiful, it was almost like you'd been caught in a trance.. Oh, to not love or at least admire the talent the world produced once it hit 12:00 am, it’d be a crime!

.. Then call Panchito a criminal. Panchito was never a fan of the night, he found it boring — how everyone was so silent, how the darkness made it hard to travel with his beloved horse, Señor Martinez. The night wasn't a gift, it was a BURDEN. And he'd never find himself batting an EYE at that moon, that selfish globe that so rudely took the sun’s work and got all the credit. And those stars? Those stars were nasty little gremlins, following the moon’s order like the minions they are! Yes, Panchito couldn't STAND night. So why in God’s name was he out at this time?

Panchito was sitting on the cold grass, alone, staring at the ground. He refused to look up, he couldn't, it'd be too painful, especially with the news he had just received. The temperature of the turf felt like it was attacking his tail feathers, mainly because each time he tried to rest them onto the greenery it was like the sward attempted to freeze him. However, the rooster didn't really care at this point. Slowly laying down, he let the cold embrace of the lea affect him, closing his eyes, still in distress.

He pondered to himself — how? How on Earth could somebody live such a happy, long full filling life and then just pass away like that? And not only HOW, but WHY? Why did God make these decisions and why did he, of all people, have to suffer the consequences? He didn’t understand. It hurt him, it hurt him so much that he couldn’t even bare to think about it, yet here he was.

A small, yet somehow so impactful tear went down his cheek. Brushing against his feathers, tears started to uncontrollably roll down, and at this point, he couldn't stop. He silently cried to himself, the once so loud rooster was now lonesome, sobbing in a quiet environment and for once in his life, he matched that environment. Why? Why did the Lord above take away the one person who he loved the most,

Why did his mama have to leave so soon?

shedding tears with his eyes closed to refrain from gazing upon the sky and, in his opinion, it's disgraceful stars, he hadn’t even realized that a familiar duck was approaching him.

Donald quietly walked over, trying not to alert his weeping boyfriend. Staring down at him, he wondered if he should sit down with him. Sighing, the white fluffy waterfowl crouched down and laid beside the red rooster.

“ Mind if I join? ”

He asked with a soft, tender tone in his voice. Panchito opened his eyes, immediately staring at his boyfriend, trying not to look at the sky. He didn’t want to pay any mind to it at all, he hated it and it hated him. Well, at this time, at least. Panchito wiped his tears, trying to act as if nothing had happened, automatically acting all giddy and energetic, as one would say.

“ Ah, Mi Corazon! What are you doing up so late? Should you not be sleeping with Zé? ”

Donald put on a grumpy face, not falling for this facade.

“ Chito, you can be honest with me. ”

“ What do you mean? I'm fi- ”

“ You can be honest with me, Chito. ”

Said Donald in a stern voice, he wasn’t going to let his partner bottle up his emotions, oh he wouldn’t even DARE. And so, he awaited for a response after a long pause.

After a few seconds, the silence came to an end, with Panchito finally giving in.

“ .. Am I that obvious? Well, I suppose I cannot exactly hide it from you, no? Ah.. I’m just.. what’s the word, hm? Torn, I guess. Denial, perhaps, but I cannot accept it, patito. She.. She was so young. Happy, HEALTHY, even. So why? Why did she have to leave? Was I simply not good at taking care of her? Did I not do a good job? I just.. Why?? That’s the question, Donald, and it's not even rhetorical, yet I’ll never receive an awnser. ”

Panchito said. He really was torn, as he described, he had no idea why his mother had to die like that. Why she had to leave the face of this earth, why she disappeared. It pained him so much to know that he couldn't even be there when it happened, that he couldn't even be there to support her.

“ Well.. Listen, man, the first thing you gotta know is that it isn’t your fault. You don’t have the money to go back to Mexico right now, we all don’t have money to go where we need to go to right now. You can’t control what happens and you can’t control anyone’s fate, there’d be no difference if you were there. In the end, she still would’ve died. ”

“ But you do not understand, Donald, maybe I could’ve helped her — she was sick, I could’ve at least- ”

But before Panchito could even finish his sentence with tears streaming down his face, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“ Hey, if it makes you feel better in any way, she isn’t really gone, is she? ”

Panchito stared at Donald, an expression of confusion yet almost anger began to form on his face.

“ Look, up there. ”

He pointed to the sky, the one thing Panchito had sworn to avoid.

“ She’s there now. She may be dead, but she isn’t gone. Because now, she’s simply just the stars. And not even the stars, she’s everything up there. The moon, the blue inky abyss.. Even the clouds, on a foggy night. That’s all her. You just gotta remember that. ”

Suddenly, everything Panchito was trying to avoid started to feel more.. appealing to him. Comforting, even. He gazed upon the stars, and stared at the moon, and now, it seemed to him as if the moon wasn’t ROBBING the sun, but rather borrowing it’s light. Taking turns during their show, and working together, like a team.

“ ¿Los Estrellas, ah? ”

“ Yeah. ”

“ .. Yo veo. ”

Everything around Panchito started to change, and now, for some reason, the night sky had brought him a feeling of warmth, rather than hatred. It was no longer a burden to him, and it didn’t feel selfish anymore. It eased him.

“ Ella es hermosa. ”

THE END

[groundzero-v]

PRONGSFOOT WEEK - DAY TWO

What Headcanons do you have for this ship?  IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords.  Anything really.

James' parents adore Sirius (and are secretly waiting for the wedding invitations)

Padfoot only ever lets James pet him (and he loves it and often demands his pets from him) but is incredibly unimpressed whenever someone else tries it

Padfoot's favorite thing ever is James' scent and he loves to cuddle up to him or brush against him - he's more obviously tactile as a dog than he is as human

they are both brilliant and love to bounce off each other magical theories, new spells or their new uses. It can be really hard for others to follow their discussions when they get like that because of the way they just seems to get each other while Remus just stares lost somewhere at point n. 2.

Sirius likes Quidditch, but because of James' love for it he has come to care more for it than he ever would on his own. He'd joined James when he went for the tryouts after some serious persuasion from James ('But Pads, how cool would it be if we were both on the team? Just imagine it! Don't you want to spend more time with me? I know you do, come on -'). He also now gets to hit things with a bat which he immensely enjoys.

I also hc that Sirius has three biggest absolute weaknesses: James in his quidditch gear, James ruffling his hair, James' smile

James' biggest weakness is probably Sirius' eyes, but he's also incredibly fascinated with his hair and thinks about touching it more than he maybe should

They love to go running together through the Forest in their animagi forms, just sprinting across the grass and chasing each other

I'm also not saying they both have competency kink but...(they absolutely do)

Sirius is slightly taller than James while James is the one with more muscles - both secretly love it

Sirius sleeps in James' old quidditch jersey. When he first sees him like that, James' brain just stops. Straight up doesn't work for a few moments. Sirius has a similiar reaction when he much later lends James his favorite leather jacket (he immediately regrets it and also thinks it's the best decision he ever made)

Sirius loves to be touched by James and finds it incredibly grounding and comforting, but James usually has to be the one to reach out first - be it resting against each other in the Common room, brushing shoulders during breakfast or leaning on him before quidditch practice

Sirius can be both reserved and full of emotions! I like to imagine other people find him harder to read and he's reserved with those who doesn't know (and often he also doesn't care) but he can also be full of fire and excitement - he only gets really vulnerable with James though because he trusts him above everyone

James is more openly vocal about his love for Sirius, friendship-pining stage or after. Though Sirius tends to drop a sincere sentence out of nowhere that absolutely destroys James and leaves him a mess.

James is incredibly salty over the other Blacks and ready to confront them any second

They're both incredibly protective of each other. They know the other is more than capable but even so they both feel this burning desire to protect each other and take revenge

I think they'd both love to get married really young. They would also make so many people sob and lightly chuckle at their wedding wovs

Sirius gets really possesive when drunk. James not so secretly revels in it (and also dies a little bit - a lot - when it happens for the first time)

@prongsfootweekarchive @jmagnabo92

[lemurzsquad]

Music to Owl Ears (Ch 1)

Ch 1: Jogging Laps

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: After being knocked over, your morning is hijacked by the pair of students responsible, and your mind is jogging laps trying to figure out one question: What in the world just happened?

A/N: I have once again been dragged along by my own story, I have no control of what happens lol

In all seriousness tho, I was not expecting some of this stuff to happen right off the bat, but we're going with it. Also, this is NOT going to be a love triangle---Akaashi is a very important character, but I am not adding him to the romance problems TvT he just got a surprising amount of attention this chapter

I hope you enjoy!! And please read the prologue if you haven't! (It's essentially the actual Ch 1 lol)

Word count: 1510

cw: overthinking, some jealousy, rambling

"Bold for English"

"Not bold for Japanese"

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

Your first day of school turned out… interesting, to say the least. Chaotic may have been a better word—maybe hectic. Or perhaps unexpected and eventful were more accurate. Confusing? Not quite, save for the lingering question of how you got to this point in the back of your mind.

You found yourself at your assigned desk, running through English synonyms for your experiences that day and trying to think of Japanese synonyms in the process. Your teacher was running through class expectations for the year that you only vaguely listened to but never fully locked your attention on. It wasn't intentional; your mind was simply jogging laps to process what had happened that morning.

You recalled the course of events once more, attempting to grasp some sort of understanding of the question that ran through your head over and over: What in the world just happened?

After you had been pulled to your feet, eyes wide and taken aback, you finally got a good look at the person who you assumed had knocked you over—and you could immediately tell how that happened. He towered over you, still holding on and moving you around slightly to inspect for any signs of injury. From the way he had picked you up with such ease, you gathered he was pretty well built under his partially disheveled uniform. His hair was two-toned in black and silver and slicked back into what you would describe as spiky owl ears—the thought almost made you chuckle, but you kept it to yourself.

You glanced over to the left in the direction of his friend. His stature was not quite as tall or nearly as visibly brawny, and he was much more put together. He gave you a very brief look of sympathy and apology that you barely caught before your eyes turned back.

The one still holding you by the shoulders finally spoke a coherent, complete sentence that wasn't some broken variation of “Are you okay? I'm so sorry!” When he deduced you had not sustained any wounds due to his carelessness, he said, “I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. Glad you're not hurt, though!” He gave you a grin, one that was somewhere between sheepish, apologetic, and lighthearted.

“I told you, you should have been paying attention,” his black-haired friend interjected dryly. “You might want to let her go, though.”

Something seemed to click beneath his owl ears that reminded him he was still clinging to you. He pulled his hands back finally, chuckling as he scratched the back of his head. You smiled and sniffled whatever remains of your previous tears were left.

“It's no worries,” you reassured. “I should have been paying attention, too, but I didn't know where I was going.”

“Oh, are you new? A transfer student, maybe?” The shorter of the two asked while his companion went to pick up your bag and hand it back to you.

“Was it that obvious?” You joked, brushing off the remaining dust, pebbles, and strays bits of grass from your uniform. You tried your best to straighten out your outfit—the first uniform you'd ever had to wear to school before—before slinging your bag back over your shoulder and across your body.

The one to the left tilted his head slightly, replying, “Well, you were speaking English earlier, so I just took a guess.”

“And you have a strong accent,” his friend interrupted. He grinned brightly and held out his hand, unexpectedly blurting out, “I'm Bokuto Koutarou, by the way!”

You probably would have shook his hand if you didn't get distracted by your own thoughts. “Bokuto's your… surname, right? Last name, first name, I think. Sorry, I haven't met many people since I got here even though it's been a couple weeks,” you rambled. “Also, sorry if I get anything wrong, I'm kind of new to this whole ‘being in Japan’ thing.” You gesture with your hands as you speak, using your fingers as quotation marks near the end.

Bokuto laughed lightheartedly, and his friend almost joined him. “Don't worry, you are doing okay,” he said—to your surprise—in English. It was a bit stiff, but you could understand it just fine—it was about as good as your Japanese. You turned to him, the faucet of your thoughts running out of your mouth quickly closed, and your jaw hung open. “My name is Akaashi Keiji. You can just call me Akaashi,” he added.

For some reason, his words seemed to hit you right in the chest. Maybe it was because he went through the effort to say them in your own language, or maybe it was because you were still emotional and unsure of how living in Japan would go. A couple of subtle deep breaths were enough to stop the tears threatening to well.

“My name is Y/n– I mean, L/n Y/n,” you replied, making sure to correct yourself. “Please just call me Y/n, I'd feel weird being called by my last name.” You held out your hand with a hopeful smile, shaking their hands in turn. I have no idea why I just did that, you thought in reference to the handshake. That felt way too formal.

You shook your head softly at your own thoughts before continuing, “It's nice to meet you, Akaashi and… Bokuto.” You took a guess in calling him that, not entirely sure which name to use. You were already uncertain if you were being impolite, but the wide grin you got in return told you it was fine.

The whole situation went by in a blur to the point you almost had to ignore your own awkwardness, finding yourself just trying to form sentences. It somehow made you both anxious and relieved by having to focus solely on the conversation. There was no time to think about how or why the conversation was happening in the first place.

You briefly pulled out your phone, and your heart leapt in your chest when you saw the time. School would be starting in seven minutes. “Oh no, I have no idea how to get to class—” You looked between Bokuto and Akaashi, the panic of unfamiliarity rising in you once again.

When you asked if they knew the way when you mentioned your class, Bokuto piped up, “That's on the way to my class! You should totally come with me, I can show you where it is!” Before you could give any sort of answer, grabbed you by the arm and started to almost race into the building.

You had just enough time to wave at Akaashi and for him to see the flustered, stunned look on your face. He shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and heading to class at a much more leisurely pace—he didn't bother trying to catch up. He had the sneaking suspicion that this year was about to be a very entertaining one.

Bokuto had dragged you a good while before you had managed to get him to slow down, saying you couldn't tell where you were going and needed to commit it to memory. Eventually, you had made it to your class. You found it odd that the classroom was just open with no teacher inside. You had glanced around, confused, but didn't bother asking about it.

In the time it took to get to where you needed to go, it was evident that Bokuto was fairly popular. He had loudly greeted people along the way with a shining smile and enthusiastic waves.

A feeling started to eat away at you—a guilty emotion that brewed of envy, discomfort, and something else you couldn't quite place. You were grateful that he had shown you around, but a nagging in your mind told you it was just to make up for his first impression. And seeing him so carefree and able to talk to people so casually made you infinitely more aware of your standing. The realization that he may have been that comfortable due to years of enrollment at the school didn't make you feel any better.

You now sat at the back of the class, running through the busy morning once more. You wondered mindlessly if you would ever run into Akaashi and Bokuto again as you listened to your teacher. You hadn't greeted anyone or introduced yourself; you knew you should have if you wanted to make friends, but the thought alone made you start to feel nervous.

It was too early to be coming to the conclusion that, in reality, you knew you weren't going to go out of your way to make friends, but you couldn't help it.

The bell that signaled lunch rang just out of your current sphere of focus.

And just as you started to get fully immersed into your spiraling reasoning and excuses, jogging laps in your mind with an ever-increasing speed, a voice pierced through your protective, self-destructive bubble, loud and clear.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!! Y/N!”

It would seem that you didn't have a choice on that friendship front.

Thank you for reading!! <333

- Masterlist -

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[strwbrry-skies]

☆PLATONIC! TOMMY AND GN! READER☆

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"but i promise you this,

i'll always look out for you.

yeah, that's what i'll do."

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summary: you are new to moralton, the first day of school you met tommy. and ever since then, you guys became the bestest of friends. one day, he sees you crying on a bench in the park. seeing his best friend cry like that, he comforts you.

pronouns: Tommy he/him, Reader they/them.

trope(?): hurt/comfort, childhood bestfriends.

warnings/head's up: no capital letters, reader's parents live in different houses(but eventually they live together again), joe slightly teasing reader and tommy. (or maybe just tommy lol) also not proofread!!

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you are a normal kid. lived in a normal neighborhood, laughed with normal friends, got normal grades, everything about you is normal. that's what you thought. one day, your parent decided to move and stay at their partner's in moralton. you were somewhat against the idea, but you wanted to see your parents together again. so you said "fine".

after a few days there, your parents decided to let you go to moralton's school. you felt really bad in the stomach, but you said yes anyway. 'i guess it is time to meet new friends' you thought to yourself.

the very next day was your first day of school. you looked at the school outside of your parent's vehicle while they told you their goodbyes. "Alright, here we are, cupcake! stay safe, okay? i love you!" they said as they hugged you tight, in response you said "ah! i won't go anywhere except inside my class if you let go, you know!" you said while chuckling softly. "goodbye!" you waved to your parent as they waved back at you, you started to make your way inside the school until you bumped into someone.

"ah!?" they yelped. "oh my gosh! i'm so so so sorry!!" you said as you lend a hand to help them get up. they had blonde hair, big black eyes, and some freckles decorated their face. "oh, thank you.. are you new here?" they said as they took your hand to help them get up. "uhm.. yeah. you've heard?" you asked them as they brush the dirt off their clothes, "oh! you! yeah, i remember what my teacher said about you the other day. my name's tommy by the way." he held out a hand to shake with yours, and so you did. after a few days, you guys became very close friends. you guys learn together, eat together, draw together, play together.. you guys do everything together!

until one day…

tommy went to your house to see you. he knocked on the door to your house, thinking of seeing you on the other side but instead got greeted by your parent. "oh, hello, tommy! i'm afraid our little cupcake isn't at home right now! we thought they were with you.." your parent pondered while tommy replied, "oh, why's that? where do you think they are? i'll help find them!" tommy said his goodbyes as he rushed to go find you.

after a few hours, he started to give up. orel, doughy, "him", and joe were also trying to find you! he went everywhere and he asked everyone, but nothing. "where were they?" he thought to himself. the afternoon started to become night. he went to the park and sat under a tree, right beside a pond and a bench. right there, he heard crying. he quickly turned the way where the crying was coming from, and there you were. the moonlight shone bright on you, making your tears look like diamonds, and your eyes look like gemstones. "hey.. there you are…" he said softly, taking off his helmet, and making his way to you.

he was really relieved he found you, not because he promised your parents to bring you home. no. he was relieved because you are his best friend. you are his sibling. you are his other half! he sat beside you on the bench, looking down at the grass. waiting for one of you to break the silence as you were sobbing softly. your sobs started to calm down.

"you know.. orel, doughy, and the others are looking for you too you know?" he said as he looked at you with a sweet smile, trying to lighten up the mood. you looked at him with glossy eyes and a shocked expression on your face. "they.. they are?" your voice cracking from the crying. "haha.. yeah. they're still looking for you, because i haven't told them you are here with me!" he chuckled softly.

his expression of relief turned into one of worry. "why.. were you crying? if you wanna talk to someone, im here! i won't tell anyone, honest!" he said as he put a hand on his chest with a comforting smile on his face. "i.. i don't know why i'm crying, tommy…" you said while looking down at the pond. "huh? you don't know? how's that??" he said as he put a finger on his chin while he pondered. he then stopped as he realized you looked even down as he said that, then something clicked.

tommy has got an idea.

"you know what? don't mind that! you don't need any excuse to do something! well, except illegal stuff… but, that's beside the point!" he said as he smiled brightly at you. the air became silent. but it wasn't an awkward silence, it was comforting.

"i'm really happy to be your best friend."

tommy suddenly broke the silence, you whipped your head to look at him. it went silent again after a few minutes. "you are very, very, very special. everyone would be happy to be with you. to spend time with you. even if it's just a few seconds or if it's just.. sitting on a bench, looking at the stars." he said as he slowly looked at you. "tommy…" is what you said before you pull him into a tight hug. he hugs you back and you start squeezing him while laughing.

"ah! you're gonna turn me into tommy juice, you goofball!" tommy exclaimed in between his laughter. you loosened up your hugs so he could breathe. you two stayed like that for a long time until you two heard someone say "ooooohhhhh".

you two quickly let go of each other and looked at the person making that noise, it was joe. "looks like tommy has a crush! i'm going to tell orel and the others!" joe said as he pointed at the two of you. "wh- hey! no i do not! don't tell them!" tommy screamed at him while his face was bright red. what a night…

what a night.

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[finalgirlkateausten]

picnic dates + nellie/hannah pls oh my god

wanna hold this moment the way you're holdin' me

Alright, so this got longer than I really expected, and took a different direction entirely tbh... anyway I love them and I had a great time writing them and also Hannah needs therapy. Those are my takeaways from writing this all evening and posting at a quarter to midnight 😅

When the temperatures stay in the 60s and 70s all week, Nellie knows summer is well and truly on the way. She hates the cold, and rain is usually at best a minor frustration, so seeing the sun on her way into work every morning and enjoying the warm afternoon on her lunch break has her beaming at patients and brushing off work issues far easier than she normally would.

"We should go somewhere," she says to Hannah, their shoulders brushing as they leave the hospital together Thursday evening. Shift work means they have all of Friday off, and from where Nellie is standing, a sunny June Friday is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Hannah smiles regretfully at her, stepping away from her just a little as she turns toward where her car is parked. "I'm on call on Saturday, I don't think we can go too far."

"It doesn't have to be anything big," Nellie cajoles, following her still even though she's parked further down in the lot. "Let's just do something to enjoy the nice weather. We could splurge on that sandwich shop you like and have, I don't know, a picnic or something!"

Hannah fidgets with her car keys in her hand, and for a moment Nellie thinks she's going to say no, like she does whenever she suggests actually having dinner out or seeking out an event fancier than ladies' night at a club or god forbid, letting on to anyone at med that they're seeing each other. But the blonde just smirks, raising her eyebrows with a flicker of disbelief in her eyes. "Is Lincoln Park good enough to fulfill your lesbian cottagecore fantasies?"

Nellie snorts at the phrasing. "Oh, please. We both know I'm easily entertained."

Honestly, Hannah is on the same page as Nellie about the beautiful weather. To calm herself down about the level of date this outing might count as, she dresses intentionally casual, converse and a black concert tee with light blue jeans. She drives out to grab the sandwiches they'd ordered and then swings by Nellie's apartment building, laughing at the bundle of blankets and tote bags she's carrying. "Woah, you came prepared!"

"No ants or grass stains at this picnic," Nellie pronounces with a grin, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Just blue skies and sunshine and nice, big blankets. Did you get the sandwiches?"

"Yep!" Hannah shuts the door to the backseat and accepts a quick kiss from Nellie before heading back to the driver's seat. "We're all set."

Hannah's spotify is already hooked up to her car's bluetooth, so Nellie teases her about her music taste and they both sing along until they reach the park, a drive that feels like it hardly takes any time at all with the good moods they're in. As they step out into the sunlight and head down a walking path, Hannah finds herself more enthusiastic about the idea of a picnic than she'd been when Nellie had suggested it. "Can we find a spot by the water? It's a weekday, and it's not quite lunch time yet, I don't think there'll be too much crowding."

"It's not like it's a hot new restaurant, honey," Nellie teases, lengthening her stride to keep up with her. "As long as we don't mind dog walkers or nannies and toddlers, I don't think anyone is going to bother us."

"Well, I'm down for either of those options," Hannah agrees, following the signpost toward the waterfront. "Seriously, I would adopt a dog in a heartbeat if my apartment had the space... and, well, it's probably obvious that I think kids are pretty damn cute."

"I could've guessed," Nellie laughs. "I would totally love a dog too, but I would want to adopt a rescue."

"Absolutely," Hannah agrees. "That's the only way I would do it... the SPCA ads always make me cry."

They debate large dogs versus small dogs until they pass a grand, twisting willow tree, situated maybe halfway between the path and the riverbank. "Oh, look how pretty," Hannah gasps.

Nellie grins as she takes her hand. "And you thought this was a bad idea."

"I never said that!"

Even though she'd laughed at the level of preparedness, Hannah has to admit that the grassy hill is much more pleasurable with two layers of blankets. Nellie kicks off her birkenstocks and Hannah unlaces her converse, earning her some teasing laughter at the daisy print on her socks. "I just saw them at Target!" She protests. "I thought they were cute."

"Hey, I'm not judging," Nellie says with a shrug, producing a bottle of sparkling cider from her tote bag. "I love Target. I always spend way too much money, but then I'm like, 'hey, self-care'."

"Now I have an excuse," Hannah laughs, turning a little to open the paper bag and unwrap their sandwiches. "Impulse-buying? No, my psychiatrist girlfriend says it's self-care."

In the exact moment that Hannah processes the words that have just come out of her mouth, Nellie leans down to kiss her. It's a soft, warm kiss, and her fingers tilt Hannah's chin up to the right angle for her to deepen it, but Hannah pulls away instead, her heart racing. Nellie is watching her with a curious smile.

"Girlfriend?"

"I--" Hannah doesn't want to just brush it off, but her stomach is tying itself in knots. "I mean. Well-- sure."

"Hannah," Nellie says, her laugh tinged with uncertainty as she takes her hand, "I want a little more than 'sure'."

Hannah fees regret burning under her sternum as she bites her lip and meets Nellie's eyes. "I... don't know what I can give you."

"As an answer?" Nellie questions. "Or in general?"

"Both," Hannah laughs, caught off-guard by the blunt callout. "I... isn't this easy, Nell? We can go on fun picnics and spend weekend nights pressed up against each other at the club and share a bed for fun and comfort whenever we want. And we don't have to think about anything else, and I don't have to think about if there's any other reason you would want me."

"Hannah," Nellie says softly, squeezing her hand a little too tight. "Baby, I would never want you to think that. I want you for so many reasons, you're important to me way beyond having fun and hooking up."

"I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse," Hannah responds, swallowing hard. "Nellie... I trust you, and I care about you, a lot. But I haven't been in a committed relationship, one with a name on it, since before I got sober. And I feel like you're holding out your hand for me to join you on this great, amazing roller coaster... but I don't know if I'm really... ready." She presses her lips together, moistening them with her tongue. "I'm sorry... I know that's not what you wanted to hear."

"It's okay," Nellie reassures her. "You don't need to apologize. Thank you for being so clear with me, baby... I'm okay just staying where we are, yeah? If that's what you need right now, I don't want to rush anything."

A little surprised by the immediate agreement, Hannah gives Nellie a somewhat watery smile, before abandoning the sandwich bag to lean forward and throw her arms around the brunette. "Thank you," she mumbles, her face buried in Nellie's hair. "I care a lot about you, Nell. I really like what we've got going. I just wanna... stay here a little while longer."

"We can do that," Nellie promises, her fingers scratching gently at the base of Hannah's scalp. "We can stay here as long as you need."

"I didn't mean literally here," Hannah points out, readjusting her head on Nellie's shoulder.

"Why not?" the brunette says lightly. "We have beautiful weather, the river ambiance... sandwiches..." she reaches halfheartedly for the bag.

"I'm not hungry," Hannah decides, shifting position so that she's lying on Nellie's lap looking up at her. "Play with my hair some more?"

Nellie laughs, and her smile is so bright that Hannah actually feels a spark of hope that she hasn't totally fumbled this. "I'd love to."

"You're amazing," Hannah tells her. "You're too good to me."

"No I'm not," Nellie says simply.

Hannah blinks, and then shrugs, a smile brought over her face by the soothing touch and the warmth of the day. She closes her eyes and acquiesces, to everything Nellie is offering. "Okay."

[isaspsp]

Made a piece using the new Devin Elen Kurtz grass brush pack. I would like to say that I used only this pack for this, but that'd be a lie cus I already mixed it up with the other pack :D

But for real, these brushes make me love painting nature bakgrounds, thank you so much Devin!

Also, I did straight up steal the composition of Devin's example piece for the back lolllll I do think I've got a pretty different vibe going on tho ^_^

I really enjoyed the first brush pack and with this new one there is even more power to throw around.

I did notice that my color palletes recently have been really bad. I'm not good with colors, which feels like a BIG oh-no for me, I'm relying a lot on just throwing a gradient map with a layer mode on top, which is a bit oof. It does have a nice effect, but I'm saddened it's something I feel like I have to do in every illustration.

Other thought, I'm keen to apply a slight chromatic aberration in every paiterly illustration again because the effect is so nice lol (it also hides any incosistencies)

[tentacledtherapist]

Lisa,

I love hearing about your new project. I do hope you'll post photos! I would personally go with "I'll love you forever." (It is also my favorite quote so I am a little biased!)

I am unsurpised we both enjoy campy movies, would we be here if we didn't? It's funny, I've been attending RHPS since my 13th birthday. That is probably what really got me into horror and camp and things like that.

I'm curious what your 'canon' is like, what your thoughts and theories about the end of our story is, etc, etc.

- Creature

P.s.: Sorry if responses are sparse this week!

please don't worry about not being able to talk much! it's not like i'm owed your time or anything. i'm happy to read your 'letters' whenever they get to me :)

i think it was also rocky horror that got me into camp and horror fully? but i've been listening to hair metal/glam rock for a long long time, and there's a lot of elements of camp in that too. twisted sister's whole schtick was a gateway drug, i think. i hadn't been to a midnight screening until just last year though, since finding a theater near me that actually put on proper screenings was near impossible

i'll for sure be posting photos of the project as i make progress on it. and thanks for the input on the quote! i agree, it's kinda my favorite quote of the bunch, but i think i held out on actually deciding on it 'cause it feels less like a "merch tagline"? but that actually will probably make it better, since it's my own personal project. as soon as my craft store has the bright pink embroidery thread i need back in stock, my work will begin

as for my 'canon'... unfortunately, what i remember is mostly little snippets of moments that are shown in the source. one of those moments i remember most vividly is when creature first played the piano? up until that point he was mostly just a... concept to me? i cared about him, sure, but there was this sort of... disconnect. like the care you have for a pet, i guess. and that feels really bad to say, but i had spent a long time, months, just spending time with his gravestone and thinking of him as an abstract concept? he still kinda was once he came back. but i distinctly remember the feeling of. realization, i guess. where creature really became a person. he always was, of course, i was just a little blind at the time. that's definitely the moment where i started to fall in love with him too, even if it took me still longer to really get there intellectually.

i do remember little glimpses of moments from before, too. grass and mud stains on my jeans cause i was working on homework or a poem at bachelor's after it rained and forgot to bring a blanket to sit on. i remember brushing my teeth and washing my pj's like 5 times the morning after creature first showed up cause i couldn't get the smell out of my mouth or out of the cloth. i think i threw those pj's away, actually. i remember being hugged. creech always hugged so tight, like it was the last time he could ever hug anyone? it was nice

i try not to remember the actual moment of death, and i don't know anything that happened between death and rebirth, really. but after coming back it was. kinda rough. better cause i had someone to help me through it. it's another one of those 'i remember vague snippets and feelings' things. but i remember that my eyes were shot for a bit, i think they got. replaced. somehow. i never really got my depth perception back 100% though. i remember the feeling of missing taffy? i loved my sister, but logically it makes sense to not see her cause the whole 'corpse' thing would've done way more harm than good

i wish i remembered more things solidly, but finding these memories is almost always like trying to remember a dream the next morning, ya know?

what do you remember from your 'canon', etc etc? i hope you have an easier time remembering things, 'cause my way of grasping at straws to remember things kinda blows

- Lisa