#awakened ::: reserves

[natreads]

went to the library to return four books and came home with five 🫶

[battleangel]

Salivating & Waiting...

They want people living in fear with a scarcity mindset full of self-doubt blaming themselves for an unsuccessful job search.

Who is "they"?

The Fed. The government. World leaders & politicians. Industry titans & leviathans.

The elite rulers of this world.

You know. Them.

All of the screaming headlines about half of a point of an interest rate cut boil down to that.

The Fed is controlled by a Board of Governors selected by the President then confirmed by the Senate — who serve a term of FOURTEEN YEARS.

All old white men like Chairman Powell.

They CAUSE recessions ON PURPOSE by PURPOSELY RAISING INTEREST RATES to make things LESS AFFORDABLE, to allow LESS BORROWING, LESS HOMES BEING PURCHASED, LESS JOBS, TIGHTER ECONOMY.

So, then it goes back to being an employer market and they have the control & leverage again, jobs are tight and scarce, the economy sucks and the job market is challenging.

Just how they want it.

People are less likely to take a chance, pursue off beat opportunities, take risks — which are all of the things that lead to learning & growth often times especially when you fail — its not based on whether its a "successful" outcome — its based on, did you learn anything from your various challenges, trials & tribulations.

Did you learn anything as a person? Were you challenged? Did you grow? Did you learn life lessons? Did you gain resilience? Did you gain confidence in who you were as a person?

Its not really about — did you make money? Was it profitable? Was it a financial success?

Its — did you learn more about your SELF — your actual self as a person — your dreams, your inspirations, your moxie, your fire, your spirit, your verve, your juju, your juice, your essence, your uniqueness, what makes you you.

Did you challenge yourself? Did you grow as a person?

Did you change, evolve, transform?

Did you alchemize your experiences?

Did you elevate? Did you change your state of mind & state of being?

Sometimes those lessons can actually only come from conventional "failure".

They want people operating in a low 3D mindset that just has them endlessly chasing clout, titles, prestige & companys brand names. Influence, Wealth. Money. Material things. Possessions. The flex. Vacations. Homes. Cars. Clothes. Shoes. Bags. Makeup. Luxury.

Chasing. The energy of want, lack, need. Scarcity mindset. Fear. Feelings of worthlessness & inadequacy. Envy & jealousy. Bitterness. Self doubt. Mental exhaustion & fatigue. Desperation.

The vibes of, "I'll take anything I can get. I hope they want me. So many other people have been laid off."

Fear of additional layoffs.

Chasing stability & security as the goal instead of change, discomfort, transformation & alchemization.

Surface, no substance.

Gloss & shine, no substance.

So, the Fed repeatedly causes recessions at scripted, planned, timed intervals. Then they will cut the interest rates & the economy will predictably grow.

If you question the Federal Reserve — why cant it be abolished? Why cant we go back to the gold standard? Why cant we go back to a time where there was no central banking authority?

You will invariably be told the following:

Shut the fuck up, you're not an economist.

Something something Panic of 1907.

Something something without the Fed there would be constant recessions every 3 to 5 years.

Something something the US is the worlds default currency so the Fed is necessary.

Something something inflation would be out of control.

Notice that none of the trite responses above actually even addresses anything that I typed prior — that the recessions are on PURPOSE.

The Feds website clearly & plainly states this — they seek to ensure "maximum employment" while "avoiding inflation" — why do you think they seek "maximum employment"?

They want people to be insecure, unsure of themselves, stressed, pressed, depressed & obsessed.

They dont want people trying new things, taking chances, taking risks, failing in order to learn, failing in order to grow, failing in order to transform.

They dont want people alchemizing.

They dont want people questioning THEIR current system.

If you look at LinkedIn's screaming headlines about the Fed's interest rate cuts — dont they seem a bit scripted to you? A bit contrived & forced? A bit transparent & obvious?

Almost to the point of parody?

Do you actually think anyone in power's actual goal is for people to be employed, satisfied, content, financially solvent, not drowning in debt, not panicking, not struggling to pay bills, not struggling to afford groceries, struggling to pay rent, to keep a roof over their heads, working multiple jobs, part time & full time, living in fear of yet another layoff, another reduction in force, becoming "redundant"?

Living in fear of endless online applications, auto rejections, ghosting, being unemployed for months after unemployment runs out, being evicted, losing your house, living out of your car, having your car repossessed, furniture repossessed, couch surfing, being homeless?

Being overly grateful & sucking off whichever employer deigns to give them an actual job, falling in line, vowing to never move around again, never leave again, never quit without a job lined up again, as the job search process — BY DESIGN — is too arduous, too debilitating, too soul crushing, too confidence killing, too draining, too depressing, too fatiguing, too exhausting, too humiliating, too crushing to your humanity, too inhumane?

And then you bust your ass, stay put & get laid off anyway.

And youre too drained, too tired, too depressed, too exhausted, too fatigued to even think about starting your own business, to even think about freelancing, to even think about creating social media content with the hopes of monetizing it, to even think about being a delivery driver for Doordash, to even think about delivering groceries for Instacart, to even think about being a rideshare driver for Lyft, to even think about using your expertise to start a knowledge as a service (KAAS) coaching or consulting business, to even think about becoming an author, to even think about becoming a public speaker...

To even think.

Just the way they want it.

They want you obsessively chasing money your entire career. Along with basing your entire identity & self-worth on a job title and name brand company that can be taken away from you at any time and at any moment.

They want you breathlessly monitoring every movement that Powell & the Fed makes, reading every prediction, waiting for every interest rate cut, every half point.

Salivating & waiting.

Hanging on their every word, every speech, every update.

Like a conditioned Pavlovian dog.

They want you believing the lie that the economy is doing well right now??????????

With the US presidential election literally next month?

Anyone who is currently job searching like I am right now knows that the US economy is absolute dog shit right now.

Every remote posting has hundreds of applications within literally a few hours.

While on-site positions obviously have way less applicants, the economy is challenging as fuck right now, despite the lies of the Fed to the contrary who keep insisting that we are absolutely not in a recession right now when literally anyone who is currently job searching right now can see that the economy sucks dick with their own eyes.

Never believe what your lying eyes are telling you.

But you should believe the Fed...right?

Because Chairman Powell & the board of governors of the Federal Reserve are NOT appointed by the US President and they DONT serve a term of FOURTEEN years...right?

It's all a script. It's all a set up. It's all on purpose. It's all forced. It's all contrived. It's all programmed.

They want everyone in a 3D mindset.

They dont want people experiencing their ego death, self-ascending into a multidimensional 10D mindset.

Your original mindset before you were born as a human being.

The real, actual you. Prior to your human incarnation. That is a limitless energetic being. Just like your imagination and your dreams — you as a being & entity are also limitless.

They want you to forget and suppress and not remember who and what you really are.

So you stay trapped in the 3D garbage of dog eat dog, competing to get ahead, fucking for clout, starfucking, ego, status, wealth, image, prestige, title, name brand, zeros in bank account, six figures, making it, envy, jealousy, success, excess, vacations, luxury, travel, fashion, cars, flexing, performance reviews, 2% to 3% annual raises, promotions, chasing, lying, cutting corners, scrambling over peoples backs, anything to get ahead, backbiting, kissing ass of all the people that you want to know...

And then the Fed just literally repeats the cycle every few months and every few years.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

I am going to be 43 this month and have already seen this cycle play out again and again within my own lifetime.

But the response is always that the markets didnt respond as predicted, inflation went up too high, the economy was softer than expected, less resilient than expected, consumers were tighter on spending than expected, job market didnt heat up as much as expected, housing market didnt rebound as expected, didnt react as expected.

And its all bullshit.

They want to perpetually keep people in low vibrational energy by ensuring they are always obsessing about, worrying about & endlessly chasing money.

They don't want workers having confidence in themselves to take chances, risks, to have a goal of failing to learn grow transform & alchemize, to quit a job in less than a month, to leave a job without having a job lined up, being a job hopper, starting a business, starting multiple businesses, having a side hustle, having multiple side hustles, becoming a social media content creator with a posting schedule & trying to monetize your content & become a full-time content creator, becoming a freelancer, working fractionally, working as an independent contractor, getting hired as a vendor, getting paid on a 1099, becoming a blogger, author, speaker, coach, consultant...

They dont want you being expansive.

Knowing that your thoughts create your reality.

Being high ass vibes.

They want you stuck in THEIR rat race where they purposely move the cheese around the maze for 50 years then you ask yourself at 65 what the fuck the point of everything was.

[theofficersacademy]

Strike me down if I don't have enough activity for this one. May I reserve Vaike from Awakening?

Vaike has been reserved!

You have one week (6/10) to submit your blog and application to the Masterlist. Thank you for your reserve!

- Mod Ree

[ibijau]

on one hand, rain

on the other hand, sinistea event in pokemon go

oh well, wetness won't kill me

[selenophilephile]

"Hayate you had an entire existential crisis over whether our village were the 'good guys' or not when you got the barest glimpse into what Black Ops missions can entail.

Trust me, you don't need to be ANBU."

I can be tough, Ibiki, I promise! Maybe not as tough as you, but tough! How can I protect Yugao if I don’t even know what she’s up against?

[urbanglitterfolk]

The song of cicadas

There have been many times in my life when I have envied foolish women, like Daisy Buchanan. My mother knows this, and when I say it, she just laughs. She laughs because, thanks to her genes, ambition, and dedication, her daughters are not the dazzlingly foolish women of The Great Gatsby. I suppose that’s why I’m here, hiding from mosquitoes in the middle of nowhere in the Peruvian high jungle, like a child playing at camp, with scraped knees and a few cuts on my feet, still chasing after something I can no longer name—a feeling, a state of consciousness.

The mountains greet me with a nonchalant attitude, their familiarity disarms me. They feel so known yet so distant, like the sand I find in my swimsuit—I don’t know if it’s from yesterday or months ago—but none of that matters. All I know is that where there’s sand, there’s happiness.

Six o’clock arrives, and I am ready. I had picked out my dress for the ceremony months ago. I had spent more time than I care to admit thinking about what to wear, but nature had other plans.

"Ready whenever you are!" I text Mayra. She, the hotel owner, is doing me the favor of driving me to the Ashram and introducing me to Don Alberto (we’ll call him “Don” even though he introduced himself as just Alberto—out of respect for his role as a medicine man). Mayra offered to stay with me, but, frankly, I’d rather be stung by a wasp again that same day than force someone to witness and listen to me vomit all night.

I feel like a tribute girl from an ancient tribe, yet not quite. To feel like a tribute girl, I needed my dress.

The sound of cicadas is so loud that it drowns out my thoughts, like an alarm. Mayra, now my friend, mentions that to her, they sound like sirens. At this, I only smile. Always with the sirens.

She doesn’t know that my house is filled with siren crafts, that it all started with a gift and has now become the leitmotif of my home. She doesn’t know that six years ago, when I decided to become the person I longed to be, I felt like I was drowning in the waves while trying to surf, and there, for the first time, I heard the sea. Since that day, the sea, the sirens, and I have been interconnected in ways too numerous to count. But they always appear when something is about to happen, and that’s why I’m here—trying to understand what comes next.

The ceremony began with chants and tobacco. I spent the night in an Ashram in the ecological reserve, where, just hours earlier, I had seen a python (which gave me more nausea than my first dose). The tobacco-infused liquid reminded me of the worst Marlboro hangover of my life. I looked at the stars, felt the guardians, took a deep breath.

On the second dose, the ayahuasca arrived, announced by drums in a giant wave of dolphins and sirens who, though new to me, carried the same intimate familiarity that only the medicine can bring.

I saw the Pacha’s web, the spider, the ant. I saw my mother’s womb. I saw my own womb. But more than anything, I saw myself—I saw myself at 29, 15, 10, 5, and 3 years old. And I saw myself seeing myself, speaking to myself, in suppressed memories that now feel like déjà vu.

I remembered that I have always been there. That, to me, time and space are not linear. And that even though I cannot see myself now, my future self already holds everything I most desire.

It became clear that this time, I wasn’t meant to look ahead but to go back to the beginning. Yet I couldn’t get there. I would have liked to, but it wasn’t the moment.

María Sabina invited me into her body. I traveled to the Peruvian jungle only for an eagle to be absorbed by a tree. I have never been particularly patriotic, but this message had already been given to me—of course, I had ignored it. But it is no coincidence that I am flooded with tears whenever I speak of my home, nor is it a coincidence that when my home found its place, my body disintegrated.

The journey ends almost as quickly as it begins; I step outside to look at the stars, the cicadas continue. I think of my friend Ally and a haiku that began one of his, now many, documentaries: "Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests, they are about to die."

I think this journey began six years ago, out of fear of dying without having truly lived. And a year ago, I understood that it all begins in the mind. I understood my achievements as just that—achievements, not coincidences. That’s why I write today.

Here, in the middle of nowhere, yet at the center of the planet’s lungs, I know that every breath brings me closer to death—but also to joy. Alas, more time than life.

[innervoiceartblog]

Archibald Prize 2023 entry:

Barrambiyarra (Awaken)

by Luke Cornish

aerosol paint and acrylic on canvas

76.3 x 50.5 cm

Luke Cornish’s subject is Yvonne Weldon, a Wiradjuri woman and the City of Sydney’s first Aboriginal councillor. She is also an author, mother and ninna (grandmother).

‘For more than 30 years, Yvonne has worked in government and Aboriginal organisations, driving positive reform in social justice, child protection, education and housing. In 2022, she was recognised as a Member of the Order of Australia for her contribution to the community,’ says three-time Archibald finalist Cornish (also known as street artist E.L.K.).

‘I chose to paint Yvonne out of sheer respect. This portrait is inspired by the 2023 Sydney Festival’s Vigil: Awaken at which Yvonne welcomed everyone to Country. Held on the shoreline of Barangaroo Reserve, the vigil heralded the return of Me-Mel (formerly Goat Island) to its original custodians.

‘The painting encapsulates the spirit of First Nations peoples, motherhood and Mother Earth. The coolamon, traditionally used to carry water, fruit and nuts, and also cradle babies, is a vessel for burning leaves. Smoke is used ceremonially to cleanse and heal people, the land and waters. This ancient custom is shared today as a gesture of goodwill, bringing people together to promote healing.’

For the first time ever, there were more works by women (30) than men (27) in the Archibald finalists for 2023..

Across the three competitions – Archibald, Wynne and Sulman – the number of entries (101) and finalist works (38) by Aboriginal artists hits a new high.

[dosesofcommonsense]

@theconcealedweapon

You don’t have a bearing on the Conservative Mindset. You’re actually confusing Conservatives with Globalists…you might want to step out of your echo chamber so you can get a real pulse on politics.

The cost of goods is up. Why? It’s a 5-part issue.

1. The Fed printed 40% of currency, or $4 TRILLION dollars in a span of months. They intentionally devalued the dollar. They created inflation, or the devaluation of money. That single dollar bill is now worth-less. In terms of groceries, the grocery cart that was $200 weekly is now pushing $300 for the same exact cart.

2. The Biden-Harris regime not only stopped drilling for oil, they insisted on buying extremely dirty oil. We went from energy independence (gas at $1.50 nationwide) to energy dependence ($3.50 nationwide) to the current pre-election fakery of $2.60 trying to sell you on a healthy economy despite OPEC cutting production.

3. Interest rates. With massive inflation, the Fed jacked interest rates to pull money out of the market. They ramped rates quicker and higher than any ramp up in history. We let the people who caused the problem “fix” the problem…only in government. If you believe the Fed’s numbers saying inflation is near 2.5%, then you have bigger problems. The cost of everything is up, that doesn’t match the 2.5% rate.

4. Corporatism. Most people complain about capitalism, because they lack the intelligence and/or knowledge to debate the corporate greed system. Capitalism is “let’s make a car”. Corporatism is “let’s make a car that breaks and we’re the sole place for replacement parts”.

5. The Fed devalued our money. Biden-Harris cut oil and energy production AND made it expensive to process the oil. With high inflation, now all that costs more. With high rates, the companies have more debt and higher payback rates. And with Corporatism, the companies still manufacturing pass the added costs along to us consumers. You need the product, so you’ll pay the increase.

The conservative mind has never been what you’re claiming, however I know many Globalists with that mentality. I know a couple people with the “I have money. Why should I care if things cost more?” mindset. Who else has that mindset? Taylor Swift, P Diddy, Jay-Z, Tom Hanks…people with bookoo’s of money telling youto vote for more price increases that they don’t feel. They are completely unaware of price increases because they’re not buying the groceries or filling up their cars or even paying their bills.

Time for you to grow up and learn to think for yourself instead of how CNN or MSDNC tells you to think.

Why do conservatives complain about the price of gas and groceries?

If you don't like the price of gas and groceries, just stop buying gas and groceries.

What's that? That's horrible advice?

Well, that's the exact advice you've been giving to other struggling people since the beginning of time. You've been nonchalantly defending the free market whenever it was harmful to others. You convinced yourself that those who are struggling deserve it until you became one. Then, you suddenly decided that it must be some deep state conspiracy instead of accepting that what's happening to you is exactly what you dismissed when it was happening to others.

[epitome-the-burnkid-viii]

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[meowmewmews]

𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

minors don’t interact!!!!! 18+ only mature content under tab

synopsis : sol was obsessed with you the moment he laid eyes on you. you were his soulmate. he’d make sure no one else would touch you. he is the only one who can satisfy you. don’t you know that?

warnings : yandere, masturbation, obsessive behavior, stalking, somnophilia, cnc, dubcon, predatory behavior, smut, long word count, drugging, grinding, penetration, very rough sex, whiny submissive Sol at one point, and dominant Sol at another point.

author’s note : if you just want to read smut skip to sections with the 🍋 icon

long word count (11.7k+ words) i mean this might as well be split into different chapters but i don’t want to do that, also i decided to change him referring to you as pumpkin to something else sorry. gave him a tongue piercing because it sounded fun >:3 also i hate tumblr formatting so read on ao3 if you want . (gloomy_kitty)

also not 100% lore accurate

thanksss to my friend who proofread this for me!!

Sol was obsessed with you and had been since you first arrived at the school. The moment his scarlet eyes landed on you something strange was awakened within him. It felt like love at first sight—no it was love at first sight. Did you remember your first encounter? No, it was so long ago you probably hadn’t. He did though, he remembered how he felt so vividly. His heart pounded in his chest, butterflies fluttered in his stomach, and his breath hitched making it difficult to breath the moment he had seen you. That cute library assistant that worked on campus. He remembered how he had walked up to you at the counter, asking for a book for class. How you went out of your way to help him find it, not complaining a single time.

“You absolutely need this book for your class right?” You asked him, sighing in defeat after nearly an hour of searching the library.

“Yes, but if you can’t find it don’t w-“ Sol began, a bit irritated that this was required for his passing grade. But he’d just ordered it online and prayed it arrived on time before finals.

“No. I know we have it. Don’t worry I’ll find it. Just give me another day. Here write down your info and I’ll give you a call once I do.” You said determinedly, sliding a sticky note and pen towards him. “O..okay.” He mumbled and wrote down his information. He fully expected you to not ever find the book or just forget to call him to let him know of your findings. But the very next morning he received a call from an unknown number. “Hello?” He answered.

“Hi this ______ from the school’s library. I found the book you were looking for. It’s reserved at the front desk. If I’m not here just let whoever is at the counter know your name.” You said, he could tell that you were quite happy.

Sol’s eyes widened in shock, you really found it. He responded back with a simple thanks and during a free period he went to the library. There he saw you shelving away books, a content expression on your face. Awkwardly he walked up to you clearing his throat, when he realized you had an earbud in. You jumped in surprise, dropping the book you were holding. Then, at the same time you and Sol reached down to grab the book. Your hand on top of his for a brief second before you pulled away. It felt like a bolt of electricity shot through him. “Whoops! Oh hey you’re the guy from yesterday!” You laughed quietly as he handed you back the book. With that you checked him out reminding him that late fees would occur if he didn’t bring it back on time. You explained how you stayed over an hour after your shift to find what he was needing, then it turned out it was in the completely wrong genre! A historical book tucked away with comics, how egregious!

When Sol asked why you did that you shrugged, simply saying, “I don't want anyone to fail their first semester because I was too lazy to find a book for them. It’s my job after all.” You flashed him a smile. As you handed it over your fingers brushed over him for another brief moment. That same electric feeling coursed through his body. It was that moment something had awakened inside Sol. He was obsessed now.

That memory played in his head for over a year, he had found out your first name. One day when sitting in the library “studying” he overheard you telling a blonde girl about how excited you were for your art class in the fall then you explained what period it would be. Since there was only one introduction to art class that fall semester for the period before lunch, he was going to enroll in art class regardless so might as well make sure he was in yours. Everything had been planned out. Sol didn’t leave any detail forgotten.

He got to class early, sitting in the back of the classroom. He placed his backpack on the chair next to him and anyone he tried to sit next to he glared at, causing them to scurry away. Now he just needed to wait for you to arrive, you’d have to take the only available seat open next to him in a full class.

Like he planned There were no more seats left in class, you had arrived a bit late, only barely beating the bell. He watched as your eyes darted around the classroom looking for somewhere to sit, then a relief look washed over your cute face when you spotted the open seat next to him. Quickly you made your way over pulling out the chair, “Is this taken?” You asked him, already beginning to slip off your backpack.

“N..no.” Sol replied avoiding your gaze, he was focused on his sketchbook, his pencil tapping against the book as he tried to control his breathing. “Oh thank god.” You sighed in relief, finally taking your seat. Rummaging through your backpack you pulled out all the essentials you’d need for art class. It worked. His plan went perfectly!

Sol found it difficult to concentrate on the professor’s words as he discussed basic art fundamentals, he just kept glancing over at you. Your perfume smelled so intoxicating, it drove him wild. The way you studiously jotted down notes was so adorable. Then class ended much to the man’s horror, he hadn’t written down a single thing but most importantly you gathered your things to leave without saying a word to him. He lingered in the classroom a bit, slowly shoving his sketchbook back into his backpack.

A couple days passed before he could see you again, and the whole time he found it difficult to think about anything else other than you. Sol was a bit angry at himself for not even speaking to you, that was his chance to reintroduce himself. He would talk to you next time, he promised himself.

The next class came and you were once again in the same predicament as last time. Arrived to class right before the bell went off and the only seat opened was next to the same guy as before. Not that you minded, he seemed nice enough. “Hey.” You greeted him quietly as you sat down before taking a seat. “Hi.” He returned your greeting quietly. He once again didn’t speak to you and that cycle went on for some time, before finally he had an excuse for the two of you to speak. He wasn’t sure why he kept shying away from you. Shit, he could barely even concentrate in class.

Then the next class came. “Everyone, please pair up with the person beside you, I want you and your partner to discuss today’s chapter.” The professor mumbled as he took a seat back down at his desk, immediately kicking his feet onto the desk and tapping away on his phone.

Turning around with a sigh you looked at your partner with a smile, “Hi. Thanks for always saving me a seat. I’m ______.” You introduced yourself, then gave the dark haired man an encouraging nod to speak. I know what your name is. He thought. Sol rubbed the back of his neck, nervously avoiding your eyes, his gaze fixated to the side. “Yeah it’s no problem. I’m..Sol.” He introduced himself back, hoping that maybe you remembered him.

“Nice to meet you, Sol.” You chimed in reply, holding your hand out. He looked at your hand, then back at you before he shook your hand back. “Yeah, same.” He said, a small smile making its way to his pierced lips. The moment your hands touched, he felt his heart do a leap, and without meaning to he held onto your hand for a bit longer than usual. Though upon realizing that, he quickly pulled his hand away. Either you didn’t mind or just didn’t notice it, as you immediately turned your attention back to the textbook. So you didn’t remember him, that was okay it’s not like he ever went out of his way to speak to you at the library.

“So, this chapter…” you began as you pushed the textbook to the center of the table so you both could share. Sol didn’t speak too much, he was more interested in what you had to say, he nodded attentively and hummed in acknowledgment when he agreed with something you said. The professor didn’t seem too interested in teaching class, so the reminder was spent just conversing. You giggled as Sol said something as you playfully slapped his arm, “What, no way? You did not!” You quietly exclaimed as Sol told you a story. He nodded, “Yeah I really did. It’s embarrassing but it’s the truth.” He laughed softly. Every single fucking thing was so adorable about you; your name, laugh, appearance, personality, every single thing was so adorable. Then just as Sol was about to open his mouth to speak again, the bell rang.

Jumping up in your seat, you pushed the chair back, quickly gathering your belongings. “I gotta go, Sol. But you’ll save me a seat again right? I really enjoyed talking to you.” You asked, looking at him with the cutest expression. “Yeah of course.” He reassured you. “Thanks, you’re the best!” You said and with that, you rushed out of the classroom.

As Sol finished gathering his own belongings, he noticed something sitting on your chair. Your jacket was left behind. He grabbed it and quickly walked out of the classroom to see if he could catch up to you, but of course you were nowhere to be seen. ‘I’ll hold onto it. Give it to her next class.’ He thought to himself.

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“Woah, that's a cute jacket! You seeing a cute girl?” Hyugo asked his friend. The pair sat at their usual spot on the rooftop eating their lunches. Sol rolled his eyes, “No. The girl who sits next to me in art left it, I’m going to give it to her next class. I just didn’t want it to get lost.” He explained as he continued to eat. He could bring it to you at the library where you worked part time but no, he just wanted to hold onto a bit longer. It was a cute jacket, he couldn’t lie - it was black with striped sleeves and an adorable black cat patch was ironed onto the front. It suited you perfectly.

“Aren’t you so sweet?” Hyugo teased, causing his friend’s face to heat up. Sol grumbled under his breath as he just ignored the comment and continued to eat, only causing the other to laugh. As the bell rang, signaling that their final class of the day would begin and marking the end of their lunch break, the pair stood up. Sol gathered the bento boxes, placing them in his backpack.

“Are you doing anything after class?” Hyugo asked before they parted ways. Sol wasn’t, but he needed to spend some time alone, there was an issue he needed to take care of. “Yeah.” He simply responded. “Aw okay, I’ll just go to the arcade by myself then.” He shrugged before walking off.

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It was dark already when Sol arrived back to his small studio apartment, the short winter days meant it would always be night when he got home. The dark haired man sat his bag on a chair, taking out the bentos to wash. He remembered your jacket was still in his hands, so carefully he placed it on the top of the couch. And so he did his usual evening routine; cleaning dishes, cooking dinner and lunch. The television was playing a show he really had no interest in watching, but it was good background noise.

But he just couldn’t stop thinking about you, eyes flicking to the jacket on the sofa as he prepared his and Hyugo’s lunches. Sol felt the crotch of his pants tighten uncomfortably against him, he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as his heart rate accelerated. But he remained focused just hurrying to finish dinner as soon as possible so he could shower and lay in bed. Tomorrow was early classes after all.

Finally after some time Sol had showered and flopped onto his bed, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. He closed his eyes as he tried to focus on anything other than you. But his boxers were so incredibly tight, his erection wouldn’t go away no matter what he tried to do. It felt wrong to touch himself to you, so resisting the urge Sol finally fell asleep. Tonight at least he was able to resist the urge.

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The next day of classes came and nothing extraordinary happened. Sol couldn’t spot you anywhere, he supposed he would have to wait until tomorrow to see you and return the jacket. His evening routine was more or less the same, but as he laid in bed tonight, the urges were getting harder and harder to resist.

Sol tried to squeeze his eyes shut, trying to think of anything else other than the raging erection in his pants right now. His gaze kept flickering to your jacket, he was reminded of how amazing you smelled. He just wanted to smell the perfume again, there was no harm in that…right? Quickly getting out of bed, he snatched your jacket from the couch, immediately pressing it to his nose. Oh god, you smelled so fucking good. He was intoxicated by the scent, his eyes rolling back as he took in your smell, and without even realizing what was happening, his hands trailed down his torso until they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. His long slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his erection.

Sol began to pump his cock, a whimper leaving him as his thumb grazed over his tip. Precum was already pooling at the slit, his face still buried in your cute jacket. He could only imagine what it would feel like to have his face buried in your hair, neck…your pussy. He fantasized how amazing you would taste as his face was between your thighs, he’d make you feel so good. He had wanted you for so long now.

“_____…._______….” Sol whimpered your name, scarlet eyes fluttering shut as his pace quickened. At this point he was panting heavily, a complete mess and if your mere scent was doing this to him, he couldn’t imagine how he’d act during the actual act. His cock twitched in his hand and legs trembled; he collapsed onto his knees. He was now thrusting himself eagerly into the palm of his hands, precum lubricating his cock. Sol’s moans echoed throughout the apartment and he felt the warm sensation building up in his core, then with one final thrust he came loudly. “Oh fuck ______!” He cried out, his cum making an absolute mess of his boxers.

Riding out his orgasm he finally came to a stop and dropped the jacket onto the floor. His chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath, the whole of his body was a hue of red and warm to the touch. Dark hair sticking to his face from the beads of sweat that had formed. He made sure to toss your jacket onto the couch before he removed his hand from his boxers. A wave of embarrassment and guilt washed over him when he saw sticky cum coating his hand. I shouldn’t have done that. It felt so good though. He thought with a sigh as he stood to his feet. I should go wash up.

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Class was the next day, and that meant Sol could finally see you, he could return your jacket. He waited until after class, when you both were in the hallway. A part of him debated on not giving it back, he wanted it forever, to always have you with him, but he decided against it and it was worth it. The look on your face when he had handed you your jacket back was worth it. “Oh my gosh, Sol. I was so worried I had lost my favorite jacket forever. Thank you so much!” You exclaimed as you hugged him briefly, before you slipped it back on. “Yeah..of course. I tried looking for you yesterday to return it but I couldn’t find you anywhere.” He explained. A tinge of red evident on his pale features as he was reminded of what he did the night before with it. He violated your poor jacket, but of course he would never tell you that.

You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively, “Sorry about that! I was in such a rush to leave. My other job needed me to cover a shift.” You explained. You had another job besides the library?

But he didn’t mind; he was just glad he could keep your jacket safe from anyone else. Fumbling in the pocket of your pants you pulled out your cell phone, “We should exchange numbers! Just in case one of us needs to get into contact with each other.” You suggested, swiping your finger across to unlock the device. He watched as you typed away on the screen before handing it to him.

Sol’s heart was beating so quickly now, you were really asking for his number? He looked a bit uncomfortable, like he was rejecting your offer, because you began to pull away your phone looking at the floor embarrassedly. “S-sorry. I shouldn’t ha-“ you began but he cut you off, gently snatching the phone from your hand. And within seconds he typed in his number, he already noticed you made a contact name for him. Sol ☀️

But something else caught his attention as he felt the phone vibrate in his hand.

Crowe 🐦‍⬛ : You’re still coming over tonight, right?

Something inside of the dark haired man awakened when he saw that text. He froze in place, his blush that tinted his features now went away. Who the hell is Crowe? He thought bitterly. Your boyfriend or a coworker? He only snapped out of his thoughts when you retrieved your phone back, your thumbs danced across the screen then he felt his pocket vibrate.

“Did you get it?” You asked curiously, tilting your head so cutely to the side. “L-let me check.” Sol quickly said and pulled out his phone. His boring black phone background was illuminated with your text.

Unknown: hii! it’s ______ :D

Without a moment of hesitation he saved your contact. ______ 🌙

His contact was saved with a sun by his name so it only made sense that you were the moon. With that, you two said your goodbyes and Sol watched as you walked down the hall, he stood in his spot with a small smile on his lips.

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It was the weekend which meant Sol would do his weekly cleaning of his apartment. Loud music echoed throughout the apartment as he cleaned, humming softly to himself. Something caught his eye as he was vacuuming under the couch, a small piece of rectangular plastic glittered as it caught the light from the ceiling fan. Crouching, he picked it up and his eyes widened instantly when he realized what it was. Your ID had fallen out from the pocket of your jacket, he assumed. And all of your information was on it.

“______ ______..” Sol whispered your full name. He didn't know what it was before. Your address was there too, and it looked recent, judging from the picture and expiration date. The card shook ever so slightly in his fingers as he was practically salivating that he would now be able to find so many more things about you.

Halting his cleaning for the day, he shut off the music and instantly opened up his laptop to begin searching your name online. Hours had passed, day turned into night. Sol’s scarlet red irises were glazed over, his lips dry and mouth a bit parched. He hadn’t left his laptop screen in hours, too engrossed with finding out every single detail about you. Your social media wasn’t private, how foolish of you. And he scrolled through the dozens of pictures you had posted, finding out everyone you associated it with. The page refreshed and a new picture was posted. You are with a group of people at what looked like a bar, with the caption: Love my friends!! Tonight was so fun, let’s do it again!! :D

Sol remembered the text from this “Crowe” earlier and he began to examine the picture, trying to find out who this Crowe was. His eyes narrowed when he saw the man next to you in the picture. A long haired brunette with tan skin, he swore he had seen that face before. This Crowe was behind your frame, hands resting on either of your shoulders. To anyone else they would have assumed that you and the man were friends, nothing in the pose indicated anything romantic, but to Sol it was too much. He didn’t want to see another man behind you touching you like that. Standing up he slammed his laptop shut and decided he needed to go to bed before he got too consumed by his jealousy and anger.

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As days turned into weeks, then eventually into months, Sol and you grew closer. You were regularly texting and hanging out. He had found out that your lunches consisted of junk food, and that was even if you brought lunch to campus. So he decided to start prepping your lunches, and even dinners as soon as he found out you ate cup noodles nearly every night. God, you were cute albeit a bit useless, he didn’t mind cooking for you, it only made him feel wanted - and the look on your face every time you ate his meals just made him filled with so much joy.

You were so kind and introduced him to your friend group, Crowe was kind enough and he kept his hands off of you in Sol’s presence. But he knew that man looked familiar, and Crowe looked at him with suspicious eyes and a fake smile. Sol only remained cordial with your friends though, if they made you happy he’d pretend to be friendly with them. But the man never returned your ID, it was his now. You complained about having to buy a new one, but he made sure to slip some extra cash into your backpack one day when you weren’t looking. The text he received that night was so adorable. “Omg Sol I found some cash at the bottom of my backpack. I’m eating good tonight! >:3”

It was so worth it. But Sol had a dirty secret that he couldn’t tell a living soul. He was slipping sleeping medication into the dinners he made you, he made a copy of your apartment key, and he was letting himself into your home every night. It was all in an attempt to make sure you were safe!

“My neighborhood is so unsafe. I really need to find somewhere else to live. There’s been so many recent break ins and assaults, and I live at ground level.” He remembered you complaining.

“You can stay at my place, _______. It’s a decent neighborhood. Lots of old people, so it’s quiet.” He offered.

“Sol! No, I can't do that. You already do enough for me. I got new locks on everything and alarms.” You retorted with a pout. He knew you wouldn’t change your mind, you weren’t that type of girl. You were independent, but that was okay. Sol would still keep an eye on you. Knowing you kept a spare key hidden away, he found it and while you were at work he had a copy made, then placed the key back without you being none the wiser.

Tonight wasn’t any different, Sol waited until you were asleep and he slipped into your quiet, dark apartment. He could navigate your home in the dark. That's how familiar he was with the layout, but the dim street lights also did aid him. Your bedroom door was slightly ajar and he quickly made his way in.

The streetlights illuminated your room, he saw your sleeping form on the bed, one hand hanging off the side of the bed and your blankets messily thrown on top of your body. In fact, the blankets barely covered any of your body. You wore an oversized t-shirt and the cutest panties - the shirt was raised and exposed your bare torso. “Were you waiting for me dear?” He whispered as he knelt down at your bedside. Folding his hands on the edge of the bed, he rested his chin on top, his gaze was so loving - but there was something so dark about the way he looked at you. Raising a hand up, Sol’s slender fingers brushed aside the hair on your face. “So cute…” he breathed out.

You shifted, your eyes squeezing shut as a quiet groan left your lips. When you moved through, your shirt lifted just a bit more, revealing your breast partially. Sol felt his face grow warm and he tried to avert his gaze, but it was like you were practically begging for him, looking so cute and innocent. He choked back a moan as he felt his dick get hard, his fingers wrapped around the wrist of your limp hand and he placed his cheek into your warm palm. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a content sigh, “You're asking me to do something, huh dear?” He mumbled. That had to be it or why else were you wearing such an outfit is that why you left your bedroom door opened? You were inviting him in, right?

Sol leaned down to press a kiss to your exposed neck, he nibbled softly at the skin. A quiet whimper escaping you as your brows furrowed. So cute. He thought, still nipping at the skin, leaving a faint red mark. His hand trailed down your neck until his fingers reached your breast, he gently massaged it for a brief moment. Another quiet whimper came from you. He let your hand that was cupping his cheek fall onto the bed for a moment, as his fingers fumbled with the belt of his pants and with a swift motion his dick was out. Already hard from anticipation, he positioned himself in your hands, he laced both your and his fingers together. He let out a moan feeling your fingers wrapped around his dick.

His whole body shuddered in pleasure at the feeling, and he buried his face between your breasts to quiet his moans as he began to rock his hips back and forth. His sensitive tip fucked your palm as he moaned out your name from between your breasts. Tears pooling at the corner of his closed eyes as pathetic needy whimpers left him.

“You’re mine. Mine..you’re mine ______. I love you so much.” He cried as he felt himself about to cum. Then, with another thrust he came hard into your and his laced hands. As he calmed his breathing down he slowly lifted his head up, you were still asleep, oblivious to the lewd act he just made you do. “You’re so beautiful, dear. You feel so perfect.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

Standing up he pulled his pants back on, then walked to the bathroom to wash his sticky hands. Grabbing a rag he wet, he walked back to clean up the mess he left on your hands. “Crowe..the paper...” you mumbled in your sleep. Sol’s scarlet eyes widened in shock at the name, why were you talking about him when he was right here. His fists clenched and eyes narrowed, a dark cloud casting over his face. “You really ought to stop talking about him, dear. Crowe doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t understand you like I do.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You were just confused - that’s okay, Sol was patient. He leaned down to press a kiss against your lips once again before wishing you a good night. With that, he quietly slipped out of your apartment.

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The final day of class before winter break came the next day. You and Sol sat in art class together, sketching your final assignment. The classroom was quiet as everyone worked. You kept glancing at the dark haired man next you, a faint blush on your face as you remembered the brief dream you had of him last night. You dreamt that he was having sex with you, you heard his moans as he fucked you. Then, just before the dream actually got good, your mind decided that all of a sudden you were going to dream about you and Crowe finishing up your finals paper for English class that you had done earlier yesterday. God! Why did his stupid pretty face have to ruin the best dream you ever had!

Class couldn’t end any sooner and the Professor motioned for everyone to turn in their assignments. He reminded the students to check their emails during the winter break to see their grades. You quickly stood out of your seat, the chair nearly falling back as you fumbled with putting your things away. Sol noticed that something was off about you, you wouldn’t look at him at all. Surely you didn’t know what he did with you last night, right? He slung his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you as you zipped up your backpack. “Want to go to the arcade?” He asked you suddenly, “Hyugo and I are going since classes ended early today. Like right now.” He added.

Snapping your head up, you actually looked at him for the first time today. Your eyes meeting his, “O-oh…umm. I’d love to but I don’t have any…money.” You mumbled, voice trailing off at the end. “Campus library let go of all the part timers a few weeks ago, remember? And my other job cut my hours. So it’s tight right now.” You sighed sadly. “I wasn’t asking you to pay. I just asked if you wanted to come with us?” He said.

Sol noticed a strand of hair hanging in front of your face so reached a gentle hand up to brush it aside, tucking the strand behind your ear. “I’ll pay. You know I’ll always take care of you, ______.” He reminded you with a kind smile that made your heart flutter. It was something he always told you, you weren’t sure why he was so kind to you when you had nothing to offer him in return. You were a broke college student who couldn’t even cook your own meals. A faint blush dusted your cheeks as you shyly looked away, “O..okay. Then yes, I want to go.” You shyly said as you tugged at the sleeves of your favorite jacket.

“Alright, good. Here I’ll carry your bag. Hyugo should be waiting at the entrance.” Sol said, taking your bag from you with a swift motion. You tried to protest but he was already walking ahead so you were more focused on catching up to him.

The walk to the arcade didn’t take long, but you were shivering from the cold winter breeze. Sol noticed you shivering and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to him. You looked up at him before looking away shyly. Once inside the arcade, the three of you played games for some time. You pointed at a claw machine, wanting to win the cute cat plushie, you tapped at the glass before looking back up at Sol with big pleading eyes. “Aw, it's so cute. Do we have enough coins to win it?” You asked excitedly. Sol patted his pockets and sighed, shaking his head. “No, but I can go get some more if you’d like?” He asked, he just wanted to see you happy.

Hyugo nodded, “Yeah let’s play some more games! Oh, let’s get some food too. I’m starving!” He exclaimed, nudging Sol’s side. Sol looked at you, waiting for your answer. “That sounds good to me. While you two do that, I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll meet you back here.” You said. The pair nodded and with that you went your separate ways.

You found the restroom. It was located in the back of the arcade and once done, you hummed quietly as you made your way back to the claw machine with the plushie you wanted. But you unbeknownst drew unwanted attention to yourself; you hadn’t even stepped a few feet back out of the bathroom when you were immediately cornered by a much taller and bigger man than yourself. He backed you in between two large pinball machines, leaving you trapped. “Hey sexy. You got a boyfriend?” He slurred, it was obvious he was drunk. He had both of his arms on either side of your head so you could barely move. “Not interested.” You spat as you tried pushing him away, but to no avail. That seemed to only anger him more as he lowered his face to be at eye level with you. “Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll treat you nicely.” He said, though this time his voice was much darker. The stench of alcohol lingered with every breath he took. You turned your face to the side, but that seemed to only anger him and this time he grabbed your jaw roughly in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Don’t turn away, sweetheart. Just come on let me sh—“ he began, but suddenly his hand was ripped away from your face and you closed your eyes, fully expecting to get hit. You heard shouting and skin hitting skin, you still kept your eyes shut, flinching with every sound. The noise of the arcade was too loud and you slid down the wall, covering your face with your hands as you buried your face against your knees.

“Don’t you fucking touch her! I’ll kill you!” You heard a familiar voice shout, it was then you uncovered your face and your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sol fighting with the man, both with bloody noses. Hyugo pulled Sol away while a random person held back the other man. The two men were still shouting curses at one another, though you were so overwhelmed you could barely understand what they were saying. You noticed Hyugo was having trouble holding back Sol, so you quickly scrambled to your feet and stepped in front of the dark haired man, pressing your hands against his chest. “Sol! *Enough!*” you pleaded, tears forming in your eyes. The drunk man had lost his balance at some point and fell to the floor, but he was still threatening you and Sol. The man called you every name in the book, and he was mocking you - but you didn’t care. You just wanted to get out of here. There was a terrifying look in Sol’s scarlet eyes and it turned your blood cold. “Sol *please,* let’s just go.” You pleaded with him once again.

As soon as Sol heard your voice waver, he stopped and his eyes widened in a mixture of horror and guilt as he realized that you were crying. He cupped your face in his hands, shaking his head, “No, no, no. Please don’t cry. I’m done. We can go.” He said in a panic, “He didn’t hurt you, right? He didn’t touch you?” He asked. You shook your head, “No. I’m okay.” You reassured him, just wanting to leave. Your lip quivered as you looked up at him and you simply nodded, taking his hand in yours as you dragged him out of the arcade. Though when Sol was certain you weren’t looking, he turned back to the man and spat at him before he followed you out.

Once outside you wiped your tears away with your jacket sleeve, smearing your makeup a bit in the process, but you didn’t care. You didn’t dare let go of Sol’s hand, afraid that if you did he would turn back and actually kill the man. Hyugo sighed, rubbing his temples, “We should leave before the cops get called.” He mumbled. Sol clicked his tongue in annoyance, “We didn’t do anything wrong. That low life touched ______. I just defended her.” He spat back. You tugged Sol’s hand, “I want to go home.” You sniffled. “I’ll walk her home. You go ahead, Hyugo.” He said. The blue haired man raised a brow, by the way he looked at his friend you sensed that maybe he didn’t want to leave him alone. “You’ll call right? As soon as you dropped ______ off at home?” He asked, his brows furrowing.

Sol had already wrapped his arm around your waist, your and his backpack slung over his shoulders. “Yeah, I will. See you later.” He said pulling you along to walk off in the other direction. Hyugo just nodded watching as you two walked off.

Sol didn’t let go of your waist for the whole walk home, he held you protectively, glaring at anyone who looked in your general direction. Once you arrived back at your apartment you fished around in your jacket pocket for your keys, eventually finding them and unlocking the door. “Do..do you want to come in?” You asked Sol shyly. You were really inviting him inside! He felt his heart skip a beat and he swallowed nervously, “Sure.” He smiled and stepped inside after you, setting down the bags onto a stool by the door.

You untied your sneakers and left them at the door before you looked up at the tall man. “Do you want tea? Coffee?” You asked him.

“What do you want? I can start the water.” He asked you back.

“Tea sounds good. Something relaxing.” You replied, motioning him to follow you into the kitchen. You poured water into the electric kettle on the countertop as you reached into the cabinets to grab two cups. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change real quick.” You smiled before walking off towards your bedroom to change. Sol already knew where everything was located, so he grabbed two tea bags, setting them into the ceramic mugs as he waited for the water to boil. Then a thought ran through his mind as his hand absentmindedly rested on his front pocket. You didn’t get to eat the dinner he made you for tonight which meant you wouldn’t sleep well.

So before the water was done boiling he pulled out a small bag in his pocket, and broke apart the sleeping pill, letting it dissolve in the hot water. He just wanted to make sure that you’d be able to sleep tonight was all.

When you walked back out of your room, your tea was already made and Sol was sipping on his as he leaned against the wall. He looked at your outfit, did you wear something like that on purpose to tease him? You wore tight shorts, a tank top, your favorite jacket unzipped, and the cutest bunny shaped slippers. “Thank you so much, Sol.” You smiled at him as you held the mug in your hands and slowly sipped on it. He nodded, “Of course. Anything for you.” He said returning your smile. You chatted with him for a while it was obvious that you were just stalling, you didn’t want him to leave. You were still shaken up from earlier, from both how Sol reacted and to what may have happened if he wasn’t there to save you from that man.

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You sat on the couch, legs crossed as some random show played quietly in the background. Sol sat across from you, you both had long finished your tea. He could tell you were getting a bit more sluggish, “I’m sleepy, Sol.” You yawned. “You should go..it’s getting late. Hyugo is probably worried about you.” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes with your sleeve. Sol frowned, “It’s okay. I don’t mind. I want to make sure that you’re okay.” He replied back, he didn’t want to leave you alone.

“I’m okay. I just don’t want to be alone..” you sniffled. “I think someone has been breaking into my house.” You then said, flicking your gaze up to look at him with a worried expression. Sol froze, his breath hitched in his throat. “W..what? Why do you think that?” He asked, trying to remain calm. Folding your hands together in your lap, your eyes darted around before landing back on him, “Sometimes things are out of place.” Is all you said, “So please don’t leave me alone.” You then pleaded, suddenly leaning over towards him on all fours.

Sol’s eyes flickered to your face and to the gap between your shirt, he could see you weren’t wearing a bra and he shifted awkwardly in his spot on the couch as he tried to remaining eye contact with you. Placing a hand over his crotch, he let out a cough, a dark red blush making its way to his pale features. “Okay. I won’t. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.” He responded, a look of desperation in his eyes. You smiled, feeling butterflies in your stomach when he said those words. Then your mind wandered back to the dream you had last night, you sat back legs now folded underneath you.

“Can you come lay down with me in bed?” You asked him, looking away shyly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stay up much longer. Plus it’s more comfortable than staying out here.” You added. Sol found it hard to even speak now, he nodded and bit his lip. You stood up and began to walk towards your bedroom, turning off the lights along the way. Before you rounded the corner you noticed that he was still sitting on the couch, “Are you coming? You don’t have—“ you began only to be cut off by him springing up, “I am.” He mumbled shyly as he followed you into your familiar bedroom.

Your bedsheets were messily strewn about on your bed, like always. Clothes tossed haphazardly throughout the room, he watched as you shrugged off your jacket, tossing it on the vanity chair and you kicked off your slippers. You crawled into bed, pulling the sheets over your cold body. “What do you usually wear to sleep, Sol?” You asked him curiously, waiting for him to come lay down as yet another yawn left you.

“My..boxers.” Sol replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoided your cute gaze. “You can sleep like that here. I don’t mind.” You mumbled motioning with your hand for him to come lay down. “A-are you sure?” He stammered, already unbuckling his belt, his hands shaking a bit in anticipation. “Mhm.” You hummed reassuringly, squeezing your legs together tightly. Sol wasted no time in taking off his clothes, it was a shame the room was so dimly lit so you couldn’t see him. He sat at the edge of the bed, still unsure of what he needed to do.

You tugged at his wrist, “Lay down with me. Under the blankets.” You encouraged him in a sleepy voice. He let you pull him down onto the bed, his heart was racing so fast he found it hard to breathe. As you both now laid under the covers he could feel your body heat, you were so close to him. Your bed wasn’t big by any means, so your bodies were practically touching. “I really like you, Sol.” You suddenly said, you weren’t sure why you blurted that out, maybe it was your drowsy drugged state that made you say something you didn’t mean to.

Sol’s eyes widened in shock as he turned his head to face you. He could make out your soft features from the dim city streetlights that peaked through the curtains. Your hand now was on his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was beating. “You take care of me. You’re so kind. I’ve never had anybody care for me like you do.” You mumbled, leaning over until your noses touched.

Sol raised a shaking hand to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “I’ll always take care of you, ______. I’ll be here. No matter what.” He whispered back. His words were so kind and gentle, yet there was darkness in which he spoke. You blushed and looked away, your eyes closing shut as you finally closed the distance between your lips. You were a bit unsure on how to kiss him, not wanting to mess with his lip rings too much, but as soon as your lips met something clicked inside the raven haired man.

He returned your kiss desperately, not wanting to stop. Were you really doing this? Was this seriously happening?! He thought. It was a shame you were half asleep, but it still didn’t stop you from your next move. You rolled onto of him, your legs straddling his waist as you cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with inexperience. It wasn’t like Sol minded though, he was also just as inexperienced. His hands were on your waist, fingernails digging into your soft skin as he let out a needy whimper when he felt you grinding against his dick.

“Do you like me, Sol?” You asked him, breaking away from the kiss for a few moments as you continued to grind against him. When he took too long to answer you paused and lifted yourself up about to get up. Feeling utterly rejected by him, humiliated. But his hands slammed you back down on top of him. A crazed look on his face, “Y-yes I do. I like you. You’re my soulmate, ______.” He desperately spoke, his eyes flickering trying to read your expression. All you heard was “yes”, as you began to fade in and out of consciousness, despite desperately trying to stay awake.

“G..good.” You mumbled against his lips, beginning to grind against him again as you cupped his face. Sol returned your kisses as he let out whiny moans of your name, begging you for more. He wanted to feel your pussy, god knows how long he had waited to fuck you. His hands let go of your hips and now tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He managed to slip them off and when he felt how wet your panties were a pathetic whimper left his lips. He pushed your panties aside and now he could really feel how wet your pussy was. His dick pushed between your folds, you shivered as you felt his tip slide over your clit. “S-sol.” You whimpered his name.

Oh god, just you saying his name so lewdly was almost enough to push him over the edge. “A-ah.” He cried out as he felt your pace quicken. He loved the way you were using him, like he was nothing more than a toy for you to hump to reach your orgasm. The head of his dick was so sensitive and he felt your clit rubbing against it. “I..I’m gonna cum.” He warned you. Sol’s fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he bucked his hips upward. “I-I wanna fuck you…please. Feel your pussy…please.” He begged, biting your lip. But you ignored him continuing to grind against his hard dick as your moans became a bit louder, your thighs shaking. You could feel yourself about to cum, but Sol suddenly let out a yell. “A-ah ahh ______.” He cried as his hot cum shot out. He threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as tears pooled in the corner of them, his back arched, and fingernails scratching your thighs enough to leave a mark and draw some blood. His body shook under yours.

You felt the warm sensation rising from your core, your clit becoming more sensitive by the seconds. Sol’s thick cum now providing more lubrication. His whimpering of your name and pleading was enough to push you over the edge and moments later you joined him in his orgasm. You cried out his name as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, holding onto him tightly as you rode out your orgasm. Honestly you weren’t sure if you were or not, your mind was so hazy. Then you suddenly came to a stop, your body shaking a bit as your eyes closed shut.

Sol caught his breath, his hands rubbed up and down your back and he realized you had fallen asleep. The medicine had taken its full effect. He wrapped his arms tightly around you pressing a kiss on top of your head a content smile on his lips. “You’re mine. Mine…you’ll never have to be alone again.” He mumbled against your hair. His scarlet eyes gazing at the ceiling as you were fast asleep against his chest. At some point he fell asleep still holding onto you, with his dick between your thighs.

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You had awoken the next morning a bit groggy, you realized you were in bed with someone and you stared down in horror as you realized that you had slept with Sol. You only remembered bits and pieces of the nights before, and your sticky panties confirmed that you two had been intimate in some way. You wiggled out of his strong arms as quietly as you could and rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your phone careful to not wake him up.

After you cleaned yourself up and changed, you sat on the ledge of the bathtub typing away rapidly on your phone.

Crowe I NEED YOU NOW!!!!

What’s up? You okay?

NOOO. I think I just messed up. I think I ruined a friendship.

Woah calm down, ______. Is this about him?

YES. Can we meet up at the cafe? Please. Right now.

Yes. I’ll be there in a few.

Thanks.

With that you clicked your phone shut and quickly got dressed into your clothes from yesterday, not wanting to disturb Sol’s sleep. You peeked into your room and still saw him resting. You left the house getting your wallet and keys and tossing them into your jacket.

Sol woke up not long after you had left the house and when he didn’t feel your presence he immediately shot up in bed, panic beginning to set in. Where were you?! He grabbed his phone getting ready to dial your number when he saw a text appear on the screen.

I’ll be back soon. :3

He calmed down a bit, laying the phone in his lap as he ran a hand through his messy hair. Why didn’t you tell him you had somewhere to go? Why would you leave alone in the morning after everything that had happened last night? It was then he felt a bit angry, wondering why you were sneaking around. Snatching his phone back up he called you but you kept ignoring his calls, finally though you answered.

“Hello.” Your voice came through on the other end, there was also another voice on the other end too. It was one he recognized. It was Crowe. He felt himself grow even more angry as jealousy filled him. Why the hell are you with him?!

“Who are you with?” Sol asked, his voice as sickly sweet.

“Shhhh be quiet. Yeah, hi Sol, I’m with a friend. Don’t worry, I’ll be back home soon.” He heard you shushing Crowe. His grip tightened on the phone, if he squeezed any harder he may have shattered the screen. “When will you be back? Where are you?” He asked, this time his tone wasn’t as sweet.

“Sol…please don’t worry about it. I promise I’ll be back home soon. I gotta go.” You reassured him before hanging up.

Sol was furious, he slammed the phone face down onto the night stand, the glass screen shattering. Why is he interfering? Why does she keep hanging out with him? Doesn’t he know ______’s mine?! So many jealous thoughts flowed through his head as he quickly got dressed. He freshened himself up before he left your apartment, storming on the busy streets. What you hadn’t known was that Sol had installed a tracker on your phone many nights ago. He was really trying to give you the chance to tell him where you were without having to resort to using the tracker, but you wouldn’t tell him. He had no other choice but to use it, and make sure you were okay. He had to make sure that filthy Crowe wasn’t touching you. And he needed to show the brunet who you belonged to.

It was a rainy day and he didn’t care if he got wet, he was determined to find out where you were. The tracker led him to a busy coffee shop where he saw you and Crowe sitting near the window. His scarlet eyes met bright blue ones, belonging to the last person he wanted to see. Sol’s eyes narrowed, and all the brunet did was return a sly smirk before mouthing something to you. You whipped your head around just as Sol stormed into the coffee shop, immediately making his way to the table you two sat at. He tried to maintain his composure, his chest rising with every deep breath he took as he glared at the man sitting across from you.

“Sol? H-How did you know I was here?” You asked him in shock. He ignored your question continuing to glare daggers at Crowe, who sipped on his coffee nonchalantly. “Hey there. Care to join us?” He asked with a polite smile, motioning with his hand to the available seat.

“No. ______, we’re going home. Now.” Sol demanded, now turning to look at you. He grabbed your wrist and you tried to jerk away, “Ow, Sol!” You cried out, which caused him to immediately drop your hand. “Are you okay?” He asked, his angry expression now etched into worry. You frowned, rubbing your wrist, “Y..yeah. I told you I’d be gone later. Please stop this.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes.

“You should be gentle with her, Sol.” Crowe scolded half heartedly. “______, you should go. Don’t keep him waiting. We can talk soon, I have to get to work anyways.” He smiled warmly at you.

“But I—“ you stammered, but the brunet cut you off with a wave. “Seriously, it’s fine. Just remember what we talked about, okay?” He winked, it was purposeful, he was trying to get under Sol’s skin and it was working.

Sol grabbed your wrist a bit more gently this time as you stood up, “We’re leaving. Bye.” He spat, glaring at the man as he dragged you out of the coffee shop. All the while Crowe watched with furrowed brows and a forced smile. He didn’t like Sol, he didn’t like him at all. But whatever made you happy, he’d tolerate.

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Sol was dragging you down the street as you squirmed under his tight grasp on your wrist. The whole time you demanded to know what had gotten into him! This wasn’t the Sol you knew. Ever since the arcade, you noticed a sudden shift in his personality, it was instantaneous. As you two arrived back at your apartment, he shoved you inside with a forceful hand, slamming and locking the door shut. “What the hell is wrong with you, Sol?!” You screamed at him as you tossed your phone, keys, and wallet onto the kitchen counter.

Sol’s eyes were narrowed still as he walked towards you, instinctively you stumbled backwards until you found yourself with your back pinned against the wall with nowhere to go. His tall frame towering above you. “What’s wrong with me? You’re the one sneaking around with that bastard.” He hissed as he slammed his palms on either side of your head, pinning you between his arms. “I’ve tolerated him long enough. Doesn’t he know you belong to me?! I’m the one that’s caring for you and protecting you. While he does nothing.” He snapped angrily.

You cowered beneath him, beginning to grow a bit scared, “Y-you’re scaring me, Sol.” You whimpered. He clicked his tongue in annoyance; he didn’t like you pretending to be innocent in all of this. Perhaps you and that bastard needed reminding of who you belonged to. Sol crashed his lips against yours roughly, you felt his tongue trace the bottom of your lip. But when you were tightening your lips together to deny him, he bit your lip causing your lips to part open in surprise and with that his pierced tongue forced its way into your mouth. One hand on your jaw forcing your head to tilt up. You tasted like coffee and sugar, he didn’t mind at all though. It suited you.

You cried against him. He was being so forceful it was terrifying. He pulled away panting heavily, a string of saliva connecting your and his lips. His hand was still firmly holding your chin. “I don’t think you realize, dear. That you’re mine. No one else can have you. Ever. I won’t allow it.” He muttered. He noticed that your eyes were watery and a sympathetic smile made its way to his pierced lips. “Aww..please don’t cry, baby. I don’t want to make you cry. I promise I’ll make you feel good. You just need to be reminded that you’re mine.” He said in a gentle voice as his thumb wiped away your tears.

“I’m scared.” You whimpered.

Sol leaned down to press a much more gentle kiss to your lips, “You won’t be for long. You’ll be feeling so good in a minute.” He purred and with that he picked you up holding you so gently in his arms bridal style as he continued to kiss your lips. Once inside the bedroom he tossed you onto the bed and hovered over you beginning to tug at the waistband of your pants. “N-no Sol.” You whined but your arousal said otherwise. The truth was you were so turned on by him. You had wanted him in this way for so long.

Sol ignored your pleas and within a couple minutes he had you stripped of your clothes. You laid on your back on the bed as you looked at his nearly naked body, he stood only in his boxers. And now with the sun peeking through the blinds basking the room in a bright light you saw just how big Sol was. His body was well toned, just perfect. You saw the erection in his pants and you swallowed nervously at just how big he was. You weren’t sure if he was even fully hard yet.

You didn’t get to stare at him for too long though as he got to his knees, kneeling in front of your legs. “I’m going to make you feel so good dear. You won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” He said it almost came out as a warning. His slender hands pushed your legs apart and the look of pure lust was on his face. You tried to cover yourself up with your hands but he wouldn’t let you. “So pretty.” He whispered. God, he dreamt for so long to be buried between your thighs eating you out.

You jumped when you felt Sol’s tongue licking your pussy, the muscle dragging slowly between the slit. You felt the cold metal piercing drag along sending a shiver up your spine. He let out a moan as he tasted you. God, you tasted better than he could have ever imagined. He pushed your legs further apart and spread open your pussy, you squirmed a bit at being so exposed. Your hands balled up the fabric of the bed sheet beneath you as you felt the ball of his piercing roll over your clit, causing you to let out a loud moan. You knew you messed up when you gave him that reaction, because he immediately began to suck at your sensitive clit, rolling his piercing over it every single time causing you to moan louder. His tongue moving from teasing your clit to probing your wet hole. He wanted to taste every bit of you, this was pure bliss for the raven haired man.

“So good.” Sol praised. It was hard to focus as he sucked the sensitive bud, your head spinning as your legs quivered. He wouldn’t let you close your legs, no matter how much you tried. His tongue worked so expertly, he knew exactly how to get you whimpering under him. “Sol!” You yelped when you felt his tongue enter you, causing your hips to buck and your back to arch. It was such a strange feeling but god it felt so good. He was trying to fuck you with his tongue. Your hands tangled in his dark loose hair as you tilted his head back up to focus on your clit. “I-I’m gonna..” you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm sensation began to build more and more. Your breathing became more frantic and with another roll of his pierced tongue against your clit, your legs closed, Sol’s face still between your thighs as you held him there cumming all over his face. You were practically screaming his name as he continued to suck on your overstimulated clit. You begged him to stop, so he did and instead decided to clean you up.

Sol’s tongue lapped up every last bit of your juices, you tasted so amazing. He was drunk off of your scent—taste. Everything about you drove him crazy. He could spend the rest of his life buried between your thighs, licking your pussy and letting you cum all over his face. He was yours to use. “N-no more. Please.” You begged, your body falling limp.

Sol gave you one last taste, his tongue swiping up the full length of your pussy before he sat up. He licked his wet lips, “See..I’m the only one who can make you feel this good, dear.” He said matter of factly. He stood up pulling down his boxers revealing his hard dick. When you looked at him you nearly choked on your own spit. How the hell were you supposed to take him? He hadn’t stretched you out with his fingers to prepare you. “I-I can’t take you without—“ you began. But Sol leaned forward kissing you, shutting you up. “It’s okay. I’ll be slow.” He mumbled against your lips.

His tall frame towered above you, it was so intimidating, the way he looked at you with half lidded eyes and a small smile on his face. His arms were on either side of you pinning you between him. You felt the tip of his dick poke at your entrance. Sol continued to gently kiss you as he pushed himself inside you, he let out quiet whimpers as slowly filled you up. His body shuddered at the sensation, your tight pussy was everything he had ever dreamed off. “Fuck…oh god you feel so good, ______.” He moaned as he sat up now. Placing his hands on your inner thighs, he spread your legs apart as far as he could without hurting you. He wanted to see how well you took him.

Inch by inch Sol sank into you, it was agonizing how slow he went but by the look on his face he was savoring every moment. He was panting quietly trying to control himself, he did want to hear his soulmate after all. You squirmed under his strong grasp as he filled you up beyond belief. You weren’t ready to take him, he was so big it hurt. “S-Sol.” You cried, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you felt the tip hit deep inside, causing you to flinch in pain.

“It’s okay. You’re doing so well, dear.” He praised you. And without warning Sol snapped his hips back and slammed back into you, causing you to yelp. He couldn’t resist himself as he began to roughly fuck you. His fingernails digging into the soft skin of your thighs and quiet moans left him. He stayed quiet because he wanted to hear your sweet sounds.

He watched the face you made as every single time he hit that sweet spot of your pussy. The way your lips parted as you moaned his name and the how your back arched as he fucked you. The way your breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He noticed the creamy white ring forming on the base of his cock. You felt so perfect, it was as if..”We were made for each other, ______.” He whispered. Sol let go your thighs, confident that you’d keep your legs spread out. He now cupped your breasts, fingertips lightly teasing your perked nipples as he watched you shudder under his touch.

Sol frowned, “Something’s missing.” He said in between pants as he continued to relentlessly fuck you. His pace was not slowing down at all, you were exhausted already, your pussy ached from how hard he was slamming into you. You weren’t sure you’d even be able to walk in the morning. “W-what?” You asked confused by what he meant but he didn’t answer you, instead leaned down to bite your neck. You cried out in surprise. He actually bit you. He nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin on your neck, not caring if he hurt you. After all, everyone needed to know you were his.

Your hands tangled in his hair as you squeezed your eyes shut, tears now running down your face. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he slipped one hand between your thighs. You body twitched when you felt the pad of thumb rub your clit, all the while he never stopped fucking and marking you. He let out a low laugh when he felt your body twitch underneath him.

Sol could tell you were close to coming, by how your breathing became more erratic, how you held him closer. “Are you going to cum for me, dear?” He asked. You didn’t say anything, which annoyed the dark haired man. He sat up, ripping himself from your grasp and stopped rubbing circles against your sensitive clit. “You need to answer me.” He growled and just to emphasize the point, he pulled nearly all the way out before he snapped his hips forward. You cried loudly, biting your lip and nodding eagerly, “Y-yes. I wanna cum for you, Sol.” You whimpered, looking up at him with the cutest expression.

Sol smiled lovingly at you, satisfied with your answer, “You’re so cute when you beg, dear.” He spoke gently and with that he returned to stimulating your clit. Your mind was hazy as you felt your orgasm building up, you were only focused on one thing and that was coming. Your hands reached up to dig their fingernails in the skin of his bicep. “You’re so close. I can tell. Just cum for me. Please. I want to feel it so bad.” Sol begged in a whiny, desperate tone as he quickened his pace. And just like that you practically screamed his name, your body shaking as you came around his cock.

You orgasming and screaming his name was the most beautiful thing Sol had ever witnessed. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, it was better than he could ever imagine. He felt your pussy tighten around him and soon after he was coming too. Sol threw his head back as his dick twitched, coating your insides with thick cum. He was buried deep inside you, holding your thighs firmly so he could adequately fill you up. “You’re so beautiful. So pretty, full of my cum.” He mumbled, gazing down at you now.

Sol gently pushed your legs apart as he pulled out of you and watched in awe as his cum leaked out of your tight pussy. It was a heavenly sight. He sighed in satisfaction, flopping down onto the bed as he wrapped his arms around your tired body, pulling you onto his chest. You buried your face into the crook of his neck as you clung into him tightly. “No one will ever make you feel this good, dear. You were made for me. We’re soulmates.” Sol said barely above a whisper as he gazed at the white ceiling. “You’re mine. I won’t ever let anyone come between us. Ever. I love you so much, ______.” He said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His embrace tightening around you when he said that.

There was something threatening about the way Sol spoke. You were a bit scared, but you had no reason to be, right? He just loved you and you loved him. “I love you, Sol.” You sniffled. Sol just smiled at your words. He finally had you all to himself.

[theofficersacademy]

Alright I’ll just put the reserve in. f!Morgan (I’ll edit everything very soon.)

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[selenepsyche]

Placements That Could Indicate Being "Walking Karma"

Pluto in the 1st House

People with their Pluto in the 1st house have a powerful, intimidating energy that's hard to ignore. Their mere presence evokes strong reactions that makes people obsess, fear, admire, or be unsettled by them. These folks have the ability to mirror what other people have buried. They have the ability to reveal our insecurities or inner demons. They catalyze deep change in anyone they meet.

Scorpio Stellium

As a fellow Scorpio stellium, I just have to say that we are fucking iconic and powerful. Scorpio is the sign of death, rebirth, transformation, and karma. Having a Scorpio stellium makes this energy even more intense, especially if it's in the 1st, 4th, 7th, 8th, 10th, or 11th houses. Our presence pulls others into shadow work, which includes exposing betrayals, helping others heal traumas, or unveiling wolfs in sheep's clothing. Every encounter with a Scorpio stellium feels intense because we strip off the mask and reveal the raw truth. People either use this encounter to evolve, or continue running from their problems.

Saturn conjunct the Ascendant or Sun

Saturn is the planet of karma, restriction, and soul lessons. When conjunct the Ascendant, your presence and interactions with others could be karmic or force people to hold themselves accountable in certain situations. When it's conjunct the Sun, your identity could become the source of karmic pressure, on yourself and others. You could be seen as serious, disciplined, and authoritative. Not only will you experience important lessons throughout your life, but the people who come into contact with you will too.

Venus or Mars conjunct Pluto

These aspects could bring karmic energy when it comes to love and relationships. Relationships could bring control issues, obsession, or extreme emotions. You could attract partners that are meant to go through changes with you.

12th House Stellium

Since the 12th house is associated with past lives, people with multiple planets here tend to absorb the emotional and spiritual energy of others without realizing it. You could meet people that feel familiar to you, even though you've never met them, indicating that they could be someone you knew in a past life. You could also end up being involved in situations where you serve as a mirror to others for deep, unresolved issues.

North Node in the 8th or 12th House

These North Node placements could indicate a life path that will be tied to intense transformation and spiritual evolution. You could be placed in others' lives to help them confront things they may be afraid, be more vulnerable, or ease them through changes within their life.

Vertex in the 7th or 8th House

The Vertex is a point in the chart where fated situations and connections will happen. In the 7th or 8th house, it points to powerful, life-changing relationships. You will often meet others that you were destined to meet and it may be karmic. These will sometimes bring painful lessons, spiritual awakenings, or major emotional growth.

Pluto, Saturn, or South Node in the 7th House

With these planets and the south node in the 7th house, you could feel challenged, emotionally tested, or change through your relationships. You may deal with difficult endings and past-life ties to either people or situations you dealt with. You could serve as a karmic teacher to others, as they could to you.

Moon square or conjunct Saturn

If you have these aspects, others could feel exposed or judged by your presence. You could come off as emotionally distant or serious, which forces people to reflect on their own emotional maturity.

Thank you all for reading this! If you have any further questions, feel free to comment them down below!

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[feroluce]

Timezone reblog to add in these tags via @hydrachea and @sorrinslays because YES

I love the fact that the Silvermane Guards are essentially just a very devoted "We Love Gepard Landau" fanclub, and I desperately need for all of them to get into ship wars about it behind their Captain's back. The soldiers are all split into several factions:

Some of them ship him with Sampo 🛡💣 (enemies to lovers/hateship enjoyers; this does not necessarily mean they like Sampo- in fact it's more like most of them want to sic their Captain on him skzjsmdm)

Some of them ship him with Bronya 👑🛡 (knight and princess trope enjoyers and also a sorta-kinda "that is our mom and dad" type of deal; this faction gets riled up and ridiculously hypes Gepard up to Bronya every time she comes down to the frontlines mskdkxmd)

Some of them ship him with the trailblazer 🛡💫 (the smallest and newest faction, but steadily gaining!)

Some of them ship him with Pela ❄🛡 (workplace romance enjoyers; Gepard once charged out into the Fragmentum alone to save Pela from an expedition gone horribly wrong, and when this faction saw Gepard carrying Pela back princess style they threw a whole party)

Some of them ship him with Dunn 🛡🗡 (also workplace romance; Dunn is very flattered by this because yeah wrong Landau, but wow, the troops really think he's good enough to woo the Captain, what an honor)

And some of them ship themselves with the Captain 🛡❤ (yumejoshi enjoyers; this faction throws a massive group effort every Valentine's Day and are also all very supportive of each other)

The final faction is an odd one, because they're defined not by who they ship their beloved Captain Gepard with, but rather by who they don't ship him with. Their name is generally shortened to the A.B.S. Group- Anybody BUT Sampo 🚫💣 DKSZJJSMSOZ

[startheskelaton]

I had this idea of a native woman who rides a transformer buffalo and wonders the Great Plains after the fall of modern society and works to protect those seeking to return to their rightful land, and sparklings emerging and being taking in and raised by a human family. I decided to combine the two. I am not native myself!! So if there are aspects that need to be changed please tell me! I got inspiration for Dakoda from @off.the.rez on TikTok

Iina and Dakoda emerged after the matrix awakened the energon within the earth, born on a reservation in Wyoming. Seeing that they did come from the earth and were part of it, they were taken in and raised like any other child.

As they grew, their older sister Nanabah took it upon herself to help defend their community from both human and alien threats. Knowing that society had basically collapsed and people were on a free for all, Nanabah wanted to make sure her people were able to flourish like they used to, without the government stepping on their necks.

Nanaba and Iina are dedicated to helping others in need and protecting the wildlife native to the great planes, they hope to use this opportunity to build a better tomorrow for all. Dakoda on the other hand is a lot more lost when it comes to figuring out what he wants to do. He doesn’t want to leave his family behind but he also wants to head to one of the still functioning cities in order to meet other transformers like himself. Even if he prefers to live like a human, he still can’t help but feel different.

[sylusgworl]

a slow morning - 12:28 am

gn!reader, fluff, slightly suggesrive

slow mornings with zayne are your favourite thing ever, you could never get tired of them.

as the two of you wake up, sleep still lingering on your bodies, zayne pulls you closer, spooning you from behind with one arm and places a tired kiss on your collarbone.

then he proceeds to make you breakfast in bed, because you can laze around all you want, but you need to get enough nutrients.

the two of you then proceed to cuddle in bed all morning. you're glued to his arm while he looks over some pending documents and academic papers.

from time to time, zayne looks over at you to notice your adorable expression as you focus on the tv show in front of you, teeth sinking into your lower lip from concentration.

on the other hand, he doesn't realise you're stealing glances at him when he's not looking.

the spectacles sitting on his nose bridge give him a serious air, just like a professor in the midst of work. his green eyes flutter from word to word, his breathing is steady as he rests against the headboard.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" you're caught red-handed.

there's a sliver of concern in his gaze. are you feeling uncomfortable? are you sad? he doesn't want to seem too prying, though, so he keeps the questions to himself, waiting for you to open up.

"nothing, uh can i get a kiss?" you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind in a panic.

zayne is frozen for a moment.

but oh, he could never say no you, his sweet angel.

he gathers the papers and just lays them somewhere on the bedside table, and then pulls you in with a hand cupping your cheek.

the kiss is soft and slow, warm and it... feels like home.

your heart flutters, you move closer and closer until you're sitting in his lap.

as the two of you separate, zayne rests his forehead against yours, his warm hand caressing your cheek while looking at you with such affection and longing.

a shy smile tugs at his lips while the tips of his ears are slightly flushed.

"was that okay?" he asks in a deep voice. "you've awakened something that should have been left asleep," he whispers, pressing another kiss to the corner of your lips, short.

"uh, i think we can try again?" and that's all he needed to hear, before diving again, cupping your face in his bigger hands while swirling his tongue, searching for yours.

this time, the slowness is no more. forget taking his time, zayne kisses you like it's the last thing he can do, like it's crucial for his survival, while you lock your hands behind his neck, bringing him even closer.

the tv show was now forgotten. zayne didn't get to work more that morning for obvious reasons 0///O.

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[writingstreetspirit]

Want (Need) Your Taste

Summary: You and Bucky spend the morning in bed, doing some rather… pleasurable activities.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, kissing, oral (f receiving), handjob, (P in V) smut, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I’m rather inexperienced when it comes to writing smut, but I wanted to challenge myself. Who better to write smut about if not Bucky Barnes? Thank you for reading, I hope you’ll enjoy! <3

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“Look at me, doll.”

You forced yourself to listen to the spoken command, to open your eyes and tip your head forward to look down. Thick brown locks lay spread across the pillow, intense blue eyes staring up at you from between your legs where you straddled Bucky’s face.

The morning light shining in through the window of your bedroom had been what had awakened you. It was Saturday morning, and you nor your partner had anywhere to be today, which was too rare these days, what with both of your job titles.

Bucky had also still been in bed, but awake. He’d been lying down on his side, gazing at you with that painfully tender and devoted look he only ever reserved for you. It was impossible not to be affected by those eyes when he looked at you like that, and before you knew it, you were being tugged on top of him to ride his face, because ‘fuck, I need to taste you, doll.’

His lips trailed idly across your thighs, the pillowy skin already swollen and slick with your arousal. Bucky hummed, looking pleased with your eyes back on him again. “That’s it, keep those pretty eyes open. Watch me make you feel good.”

He returned back to your pussy, his mouth immediately jumping back to work. Bucky’s tongue licked long and firm through your folds, tasting you from the source, and all the way back up to your clit. He closed his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

A broken mewl fell from your lips, shuddering from the pleasure zapping from your core and all the way up through your body. Fingers slid into Bucky’s hair, gripping the strands as if it was your only anchor to stop you from trembling apart. Your hips rocked softly against his mouth, “Buck! Feels so good, fuck.”

Bucky groaned against your clit, the sound vibrating against the swollen nub. A whine slipped past your lips, your legs instinctively jerking as if trying to get away. His hands, both metal and flesh, held onto your hips firmer to keep you right where he wanted you. The unspoken words he was conveying were clear as day, ‘don’t pull away from me.’

His mouth was hot and wet as it sucked onto your clit firmer, flicking his tongue back and forth against the swollen nub. Your hand gripped tighter onto Bucky’s hair, keeping him close to where you needed him. The pleasurable sensation was steadily building, and you knew that it was not long before you were going to shatter. “I’m getting close, don’t stop!”

Bucky, ever the devoted lover that he was, did not disappoint. He didn’t speed up or change the rhythm, his mouth devouring you in the same way he had been doing. His hand, the metal one, let go of his firm grip on your waist. It instead creeped up your torso slowly, up to your chest. The firm hand cupped your breast, his thumb rolling the nipple for extra stimulation.

Moans were spilling out of your mouth with every breath you took, hovering over the release that was within reach. A pinch of your nipple and a delicious lick of Bucky’s tongue was what finally made you shatter. Your eyes slammed shut as the release tipped over the edge and washed over you.

Ears ringing, you couldn’t hear whether you were screaming or not, but you undoubtedly knew that sounds of pleasure fell from your wide open mouth. Wave after wave of bliss sweeped over you, warming you like a blanket. Bucky kept licking you through it, his tongue coaxing you through the aftershocks, working them out until your fingers loosen their hold of his hair.

Your chest rose and fell in fast, shallow breaths. Bucky stayed there a moment longer, kissing your inner thighs, his hands smoothing over your thighs and torso in tender movements. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Can never get enough of your sweet pussy.”

Once the aftershocks fully left you, you lifted up your hips and glided down his muscular body until you laid flat on top of him. Your hand reached up to cup his cheeks, your lips eagerly meeting Bucky’s in a hot and messy kiss. His hand cupped behind your head, his tongue teased against your bottom lip, asking for entrance, which you granted. You let out a small moan against Bucky’s lips when you realized you could taste yourself.

In a swift and steady movement, Bucky guided you to lay back on the duvet before he rolled on top of you, strong arms caging you in around your head. His cock pressed against your thigh, hard and hot on your skin. Your breath stuttered in your chest at his obvious arousal.

Still kissing, your hand that had been clinging to his back began to slide down his pectorals and between your thighs. With a slow and steady hand you grasped onto his hard cock and gave it a firm stroke once.

Bucky broke away from the kiss with a stuttering moan, his pupils blown wide. His breath was hot as it fanned your face. “Shit, [Name]. Your hand feels so fuckin’ good.”

“Yeah? You feel good in my hand.” You started to stroke him again, the firm flesh twitching in your hand. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed up at the man above you, making note of every single reaction you pulled out of him. “I want you inside me.”

Bucky groaned, the sound bouncing around the room. He nodded eagerly, leaning down to kiss you deep and filthy again, only pulling away to hoarsely agree. “Yeah, I want that to. Wanna be inside you so fuckin’ bad.”

Crashing back against your lips, his body pressed close against yours. Your thighs fell to your side, spreading your legs wide open in invitation. He groans against your mouth as he sinks his hips between them. You tilt your hips up as Bucky presses the tip of his cock against your wet, sensitive pussy.

He sunk into your tight heat slowly, his hips pressed forward slow and deep, and the air was pushed out from both of your lungs. Your hands grasped onto his shoulders, holding onto him as you were being filled, the sensation intense and oh so good. Bucky’s breath caught on a soft groan, pressing his face against your neck. “God, doll. Your pussy feels so tight and warm.”

The both of you remained still for a few moments, getting used to the feeling of filling and being filled by the other. Then Bucky slowly pulls out only to just as carefully and slowly push in again. The sensation pulled a gasp out from your lips, your walls instinctively pulsing around his cock as if to pull him in deeper.

His hips rolled in and out between yours, the thrusts steadily gaining strength and speed until you’d both found the perfect rhythm that felt the best. The faint sound of his skin meeting yours filled the bedroom, along with the moans and groans that poured out of your lips.

“Oh, Bucky, right there! Just like that.” You moaned as Bucky rolled his hips into your own at the perfect angle, hitting the spongy spot inside that made zaps of pleasure spread through your whole body, all the way to your fingertips.

Bucky groaned against your cheek. He tightened his hold on you, pulling your body closer against his like he doesn’t want even an inch of space between you. “Yeah? Right there, sweetheart?”

You could only nod soundlessly, clinging onto Bucky’s shoulders with your hands harder, thighs trembling at the pure pleasure that was being given. You could already feel the orgasm building up inside you, and Bucky was doing a damn good job of building it up.

Surging up, you captured Bucky’s lips in a needy kiss. He moaned against them as you took his bottom lip between yours and nibbled, his hips stuttering on his thrust for a second.

Bucky suddenly propped himself up and pulled his head away from you, his lips trailing down your neck and to your chest. His mouth kissed across the soft skin before closing around a nipple, circling his tongue around the nub, his hips never slowing the thrusts.

The building release was so close now that you could almost taste it. You tugged at Bucky’s hair, the other hand scrabbling across his shoulders and back as you felt the thin thread start to snap inside. “Oh god, Bucky! I’m- I’m gonna-“

Your orgasm tore through you, long and deep. Your whole body locked up, thighs clenching, arms holding tight to his shoulders as the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave.

As you tightened with your release, pulsing around his cock, Bucky too fell apart. He moaned your name, his whole body shuddering as he came, face buried in your chest. His hips never stop thrusting through his and your orgasm. ”Shit, [Name]!”

As the waves of seemingly endless bliss that had been washing over you slowly started to ebb away, Bucky slowed his thrusting to a stop and instead grew limp, collapsing down onto your body, his weight pressing you down further into the mattress. You accept his weight immediately, soothing a hand down his damp back as you wait for your heartbeat to slow down.

Once both of your breaths calmed down, Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you, and you shift as his come starts to drip out. You would eventually have to get up to clean up the mess between your legs, but that could wait for a couple minutes.

With a sigh Bucky rolled onto his back, his arms still wrapped around you, bringing you with him. You curled up into his side, his arm wrapped protectively around you, your fingers drawing slow circles over the skin of his chest. “I think I died and went to heaven there for a bit.”

You huffed out a laugh, nuzzling into Bucky’s warm chest. You shared the same sentiment. “That good, huh?”

He looked at you for a long moment, something soft and unguarded in his gaze, then leaned forward to kiss your forehead, lingering there. “It always feels that good with you, doll. Everything does.”

You shifted slowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your heart full with the love you had for the man beside you. He turned toward it and caught your lips with his in something achingly slow and full of promise, like he’s still memorizing what it feels like to be loved like this by you. ”I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, doll.” He pulled you tighter into his arms, tucking your head beneath his chin, nuzzling into your hair like he’s found his home. And you supposed that you both had, in each other.