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[merp-blerp]

My Gaylor Journey: A Year Later 🌈

So, I posted about my Gaylor opinions a year ago today, my first (intentional) post about Gaylor after properly looking into the community for the first time and eventually joining it. I can't believe it's been that long, Jesus! Feels both too long and yet too short of a time. Well, I want to commemorate that; hopefully, I'll make sense, as there's so much I feel and want to say. I don't think I'll ever truly get it all out of me. But here:

I've enjoyed my time here so much! This period has been surprisingly influential for me. For one thing, I've gained some lovely mutuals! I've never had so many before, so it's new, but I enjoy you all. You guys are so kind, smart, and welcoming!

I've also learned so much about queerness, the queer experience, and queer history that I just never would've known before. And I was already very into queer history before. I adore how I listen to Taylor's music now. "Wrong" interpretation or not, looking at her music from a queer lens is so interesting and so easy. I had looked at it from a queer perspective before, but it was more through my eyes. How could this song relate to me and my queerness? Never in regards to the possibility of Taylor's. It's crazy to remember being younger, listening to her music, and getting queer vibes, but assuming I was projecting. Nice to know I was never alone in my thoughts. Looking at the potential real muses is fun, but just daring to look at things another way has been fulfilling alone. I had no clue I could get more connected with Taylor's work, but somehow this community has proven me wrong.

Being here has also saved me from a lot of worrying probably. The Swiftie community since Joe ended whatever he had with Taylor has been very much so changed since I discovered it in 2018, so while I have nothing against nice Swifties, I'm glad I mostly stick to the Gaylor side of things these days. This fandom's less crowded and I like experiencing Tay's art this way. Being a fan shouldn't feel so crazy. Not too long ago, I was having a conversation with one of my college mentors, who's a Swiftie, the day after TTPD was announced, I believe. We were both excited and I spouted out several watered-down versions of Gaylor theories (can never be too careful who you Gaylor in front of), cutting out the gay parts, and what I thought they meant for what TTPD was expected to be; theories like the burning lover house symbolizing "a new phase of her career" starting with TTPD, or white symbolizing rebirth, blah, blah, you know. And absolutely no offense to my mentor, she's lovely, but I was a bit gobsmacked when her theories only had to do with Joe. It was so... bare-bones. Dry. Boring. Don't you wonder what this means for Taylor herself, not just some boy she may or may not be dunking on? She also had so much seemingly incorrect info about the Toe narrative, saying Joe has a music career (he doesn't???) and that Taylor herself confirmed, word of mouth, that she cheated on Joe, which definitely would not be very characteristically "cryptic and Machiavellian" of her to just confirm like that. Just saying it would not be how she tells us a detail like that. I didn't realize people truly thought she cheated till that conversation. They were just very hard to believe things, whether or not you believe in Gaylor or mainstream narratives. She said a lot of her theories came from TikTok, so misinformation isn't shocking in the slightest; people rarely give good sources over there, so if you find someone who does they seem to be a needle in a haystack, sadly. But that conversation reminded me just how much things have changed, both in me and the fandom. Having fresh relationship drama for the first time in 6 years made some Swifties feral and I'm glad I'm not in it. Getting swept up in that shit is easy and I fear I could've if it weren't for jumping ship in time. As Taylor's signaling gets louder and louder again, possibly gearing up for another coming-out attempt, I think I joined just in time. The goddess of timing found me beguiling, I guess.

It just makes me sad that for these types of fans, Taylor's music and craft aren't about her anymore, but about the guys. It's so weird to see fans introduce new Swifties by going over all the supposed muses instead of talking about her and how this song or album communicates her emotions about a situation. They are deeply missing out. Even when I was only in the general fandom, despite my jokes about the boys, I ultimately thought Taylor was the most important factor in her songs. And it seemed like others thought that too, until all this new Joe-Travis-drama eclipsed that. Or till some bad new fans came in just for the drama and to hop on the more trendy version of "loving" her that's going on now. Or maybe I was in my own bubble and it's always been like this. She was never simply "Mrs. Alwyn" and she's not "Mrs. Kelce" or even "Mrs. Kloss" and it's strange to see her get called that as if she's not TAYLOR FUCKING SWIFT. That's not enough? Maybe I'm taking it too seriously or literally, but it feels so wrong to boil her down to just that. I get where it comes from, Taylor's music appeals to the hopeless romantics such as myself, but there's more to Taylor, us, and life than just romance and being someone's "spouse".

Many Swifties rightfully criticize the media for only focusing on Taylor's alleged love life, but some of them hypocritically do the exact same thing, only I'd argue it's worse because they seem to think they're entitled to do so because they're fans or feel like her friends. We don't know Taylor. I don't know Taylor. If she's openly talking about her album(s)/re-record(s) and the craft behind creating it, or her emotional journey creating it, maybe don't yell out to her face about some trivial thing connecting to whoever you think the muse is (looking at you TIFF 2022—I'll never be over that). I'm glad Taylor seems to recognize this behavior and has at least tried to remind fans of the distance between herself and them in recent years; I mean, compare the songs she wrote for fans years ago like "Long Live" and "The Archer" vs "Dear Reader" and potentially "You're Losing me" and "But Daddy I Love Him" if you interpret them that way. They're all wonderful, but more recent songs remind us that she's a stranger to us as opposed to just talking about how grateful she is for us (which I'm sure she still is). I've mentioned in the past that I think this is part of why the TV eras beyond the Red TV era and promo for TTPD have been so laid back in comparison; she doesn't want fans getting way too into "defending" her from [insert "ex-boyfriend" here] like they did during Red TV's release, so she's making it less "exciting". 1989 TV didn't even get music videos. She's never dignified invasive questions with a response to interviewers, so why would she for some fan(s)? You aren't any more special or any less of a stranger to her than those interviewers were. None of us are, including Gaylors (that's why we can't out her, strangers can't out strangers with only pure speculation).

I find it interesting to see how differently the two sides of this fandom treat the potential ex-muses of songs. In the general fandom, there's a lot of animosity, where swifties love to joke about hating or destroying whomever (and I'm chill with jokes), but sometimes it goes way too far. Many Swifties hate most potential exes, exceptions being people like Harry Styles or Taylor Lautner because they have their own fandoms that tend to overlap with Taylor's. But Gaylors rarely do the exact same with exes. Potential exes aren't brought up unless necessary and I've never seen anyone even jokingly hate anyone purely because they are an ex and therefore bad; it might be around, but the fact that I can't find it nearly as easily is something. We'll hold ex-muses (and Taylor) accountable for potential mishaps in past relationships and that's it. Say what you will about Gaylors, but I've never heard of any Gaylors sending someone like Dianna Agron death threats like some Swifties have done with John Mayer.

One huge thing I was not expecting when joining this fandom was becoming slightly disillusioned by the Swiftie title. Don't get me wrong, I'm fine with being called that, as I know that's what I am ultimately and it's not terrible to be a Swiftie inherently by any means. But being opened up to the deep homophobia, bullying, and even doxxing in the Hetlor community has really made me feel odd lumping myself in with "Swifties", as they still call themselves, at times. I don't know how I never stumbled across it when in the general fandom, at least not that I can recall (I feel like I would if I did). From what I gather, Swifties have a rep for being a pretty sweet fandom, and many people are, but I can't help but feel sour about it sometimes after seeing what I've seen from some Swifties. I hope one day the homophobia and just basic vitriol with these types of fans can be lightened up by a cultural shift or something. Way too many people are unaware of the layers of the conversation about outing, closeting, speculation, etc. I myself wasn't before entering the Gaylor fandom and I'm glad I am now. I knew lots of history, but didn't properly apply it to how we can see things now. It's very odd, almost embarrassing, looking at some of my old Swiftie posts now, especially ones about Joe and Gaylors, because I don't feel that way anymore. I was never hateful, but I had some wrong ideas. I guess I'll keep them up though, in order to be honest with myself and anyone who wants to maybe dig into my blog. Plus there's not actually anything to be too embarrassed about from what I remember, it's just a very "in my head" type of thing. I'm glad I'm not as emotionally invested in Taylor's supposed exes anymore. Even when it comes to Karlie as an LSK, I'd be fine if Kaylor was broken up or never together. Surprised and maybe a little sad, but I expect to be okay if that were to be a revelation. It feels much healthier.

I even suspect that being here has helped me with accepting my own queerness further, and I thought I had fully done that already. I guess internal acceptance is a forever journey, at least for me. I came out to my grandparents mid last year and early this year, something I was planning on delaying till I went away to college (I'm doing college virtually for now). I think this community helped me.

I deeply wish that both sides of Taylor's fandom could come together, hear each other, and co-exist. I hate that Gaylors are so vilified for simply suggesting a random lady might be queer as if seeing potential hints of queerness in other people and pondering their sexuality hasn't always existed in queer culture and continues to prevail. We still see primarily femme sapphics ask how they can signal that they're queer without saying so, much like what Taylor might be doing with her hairpins and games. Why is it wrong to be on the other end of that interaction, seeing and acknowledging the signals? In my personal opinion, I think it's at least a bit homophobic in and of itself to say that queer people must come out in a loud, upfront, obvious-to-straights way in order to be seen as queer, otherwise they are forcibly slated as the default of straight. Yes, some people have a boundary about speculation, and that should 100% be respected for those folks, but Taylor specifically has set no such boundary as of me typing this out. Why still force her into the straight box when she's never plainly said she's straight, always toeing the line no pun intended, not giving any clear answers for now, which she doesn't owe. Honestly, I feel like it's more likely that if she were straight she would have such an issue saying plainly; straight people don't coyly tiptoe around saying they're straight like that, but that's just my perspective. When the discourse around speculation is brought up, I often see people say something along the lines of, "Well, I wouldn't want someone to speculate on me," and that's completely fine to feel, but that's your boundary. Not everyone feels that way. Some want to be seen without a definitive word out of their mouth beforehand. This is coming from someone who, when offline, sometimes gets a bit internally antsy when people inform me they could tell my lesbian-ness with or without me intending to signal, though not offended. Yet I also sometimes hate to tell people in verbal words. It can be exhausting, not in just a scary way, but in the sense that it can be akin to explaining that you breathe; being queer just comes so naturally for me because it is natural, so explaining gets tiresome, especially since straights never have to. For me, and in general, speculation is not as black and white as "you should never do it" or "you should always do it". You shouldn't cross people's boundaries, but you shouldn't assume people's boundaries either; that can be just as wrong and dangerous.

Gaylors and Swifties are the same fandom, so why can't we act like it, even when we disagree?

Everyone and everything I've involved myself in here has been so enriching and even if all the Gaylor theories were somehow proven wrong, I wouldn't regret my time here. It's meant too much to me. I'm very grateful and excited to see how this progresses for me. I can't find enough words to express it.

To any rude Hetlors out there, I hope you find it in your heart to treat others with kindness instead of throwing shade at those you simply don't understand/agree with. If you're going to hurt others, I don't want anything to do with you. Kindly leave for both our peace of mind.

To the vast majority of you who have been wonderful, welcoming, and kind, especially the ones who were here before I entered the Gaylor fandom, and didn't leave after, I love you all. You can stay. ♥

🩷❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[peach-and-bugs]

hii! i absolutely love your work, there are so little yj writers and every time i see you posted something new i get super excited 😭 could you possibly do what it would be like to date jackie taylor? there are no hcs/fics/anything out there for my girl </3

Awww! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! Thank you! It’s so nice to hear when people are liking what I post, it’s motivating to write more.

Dating Jackie Taylor

Pre-crash

✰ Jackie seems like an extremely complicated person to have a relationship with, especially a queer relationship

✰ she’d be deathly afraid of anyone finding out. It’s the late 90’s, she’s the queen bee of her school and heals to an intensely high standard, both by her parents (mostly mother) and her community. Being found out feels like death to her

✰ so she’d keep it quiet. You’d meet behind closed doors and ducking into shadowy corners. And she’d tell you she’s seeing you for a fun time, not a long time

✰ all of that would be a lie of corse. But it’s impossible to say if that lie was more for you or for herself. Because when she’s really honest she’s head over heals and it’s terrifying

✰ in private when she feels like she can really be herself she’s surprisingly tender and sweet. She likes snuggling up in her bed face to face, running her fingers through your hair as she muses about her day and her plans

✰ though a part of her does wish she could just be open about and with herself, there’s a bit of Jackie that enjoys the thrill of sneaking around to see you. It’s like a game of risk to her. She enjoys tugging you into a corner when she can to kiss you or whisper something in your ear. She likes the shy smile that you do simple at the sight of her biting her bottom lip

✰ she adores is when you come to her games. To everyone else your just close, budding friends, but to her, she knows that your her biggest fan. She can’t help but grin as wide as she can when she catches a glance at you cheering her oh when she runs down the field. It takes all her power not to wave as she passes

✰ she smells and tastes like strawberries all the time. Part of it’s the lip balm she’s constantly applying and part is the body wash she uses. She likes putting her lipgloss on you to, forcing you to pucker up your lips only to kiss you after putting in all the work to apply said lipgloss

Post crash

✰ if you do end up crashing with the team on the way to nationals, Jackie’s gonna be stuck to you like glue. She’s alway got you in arms reach because she’s so afraid of the situation they’ve found themselves in. But, durning the beginning she’s still terrified of people finding out, because then it’ll get out when they get rescued, right?

✰ she’s extremely touchy with you, but I’m a way that she thinks the others will miss. She stands shifted behind you so she can toy with your fingers and sitting close to you so that when one of you moves your shoulders brush together

✰ it’s not till she starts to notice how close Van and and Tai are that she starts being more open with you. She never gets to the point where she’s outwardly kissing you or telling you she loves you in front of the others, but she’s not as timid about hiding her feelings as she was before

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Greenie's Masterlist — Come & join the party <3

About Me:

Hi! My name is Greenie, which is a reference from David Bowie's song The Jean Genie which has the lyric "Poor little Greenie" in it.

I'm a 20-something lesbian virgo, triple earth sign, eternal-student, Donna Tartt enthusiast, 90's alt rock enthusiast, record-collector, & fic writer <3.

This blog doesn't have a specific theme... I go wherever the muses take me. Below you'll find links to & descriptions of all of my fics sorted by fandom.

Link to my AO3

Stories:

The Bear:

Rules For (fake) Dating an Italian 🇮🇹 - Sydney/Carmy. Complete, WC: 100K.

WANTED: Female, aged 20-30, to be my date for Christmas eve dinner with my Italian family. Must be willing to eat my mom’s cooking. No physical intimacy required. No strings attached—I will drive you home after. 4pm-10pm, 12/24. Salary negotiable. Call Carmen: (773) 555-0901.

OR: The one in which Sydney just needs a job, and Carmy will die before he proves Richie right.

Yellowjackets:

Wretched Things 🔥 - Jackie/Shauna, Taissa/Van, Lottie/Natalie. Complete, WC: 260K

It’s been five years since Shauna Sadecki volunteered for Jackie Taylor at the Reaping and won the 45th Hunger Games. Now, at the second annual Quarter Quell, everyone who has been previously Reaped is eligible to be thrown back into the arena. That includes former best friends Lottie and Natalie, and former lovers Van and Taissa.

(aka, me offering up another Yellowjackets Hunger Games AU)

The Killing of a Sacred Doe 🦌 - Lottie/Natalie, Jackie/Shauna, (minor Tai/Van, minor Natalie/Shauna). In progress.

|| Inspired by The Secret History by Donna Tartt || (but can be read without having read TSH)

By every metric that matters, Natalie Scatorccio should not have been admitted to Wiskayok Conservatory for The Arts. She didn’t have the test scores, or the tuition money, or any particular talent or ambition that might have made her a promising asset for a conservatory to acquire. She did have a drinking problem, a dead father, and no other option. So sure, why not art school? It was better than rehab. Or jail. 

let the light in 🖤 - Van/Taissa. Complete, WC: 5k.

“Take me home, please, Van.”

Taissa’s words are soft. Not a question, just a destination. They have always been heading here.

(Post finale getting-back-together fic)

Six of Crows / Shadow & Bone:

angelum mortis amo 🪽 - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 45k.

Jesper and Wylan are both hitmen from rival gangs. Wylan tries to kill Jesper. It goes about as well as you might expect.

(Featuring crazy-in-love Wylan Van Eck, flirting-at-gunpoint Jesper Fahey, and mob boss Kaz Brekker).

Show Me Yours 🐦‍⬛ - Jesper/Wylan. Complete, WC: 20k.

Wylan's past abuse hovers over him like a shadow. Jesper's gambling addiction binds him like a chain. But as they grow closer, it turns out secrets can melt like ice in the right kind of warmth.

(A character study of TV show-Wylan & Jesper & the way their backstories could factor into the progression of their relationship).

Stranger Things:

Star Star ✨ - Steve/Eddie (minor Chrissy/Robin). Complete, WC: 93K.

Rock band AU in which Robin, Eddie, Jonathan, Nancy, and Chrissy play in a band, and Steve has no choice but to hang out with the most annoying frontman in the world, Eddie Munson. Things escalate when they're forced to pretend they're in a relationship.

Modern AU, fake-dating (kind of).

I Buried a Hatchet (it's coming up lavender) 🪓 - Robin/Nancy (minor Steve/Eddie). Complete, WC: 60K.

Vecna nearly killed Robin before Nancy could take him out for good. Luckily, Robin's too stubborn to die, and Nancy's too stubborn to let her. Nursing her back to health, Nancy soon begins to question the feelings that almost losing Robin awoke in her.

In which Nancy has to do everything herself, compulsory heterosexuality is a bitch, and Robin Buckley is more charming than she thinks she is.

Harry Potter / Marauders:

Burn, Pine, Perish 🎶 - James/Regulus (minor Sirius/Remus). Complete, WC: 33k.

Sirius' family has magically forbidden him from dating anyone until Regulus finds a suitable pureblood partner. The problem is, Sirius is in love with a certain werwolf, and Regulus' romantic inclinations remain a mystery.

James, a pureblood, is nothing if not eager to help a friend.

AKA - A '10 Things I Hate About You' AU in which James attempts to woo Regulus so Sirius can have a chance with Remus.

Lonely Bones 🦴 - Draco/Hermione. Incomplete, on indefinite hiatus, I'm sorry, please stop asking me when I'm going to finish it, your guess is as good as mine, final answers is... sometime, probably, maybe?

Hermione Granger can't sleep. Draco Malfoy can't walk. The war is over, but it feels like it isn't. Neither of them are happy, but maybe the times together are better than the times apart. 

Draco is cursed in the battle of Hogwarts with unhealable bone fractures. Hermione is in desperate need of money to bring her parents back from Australia, and when Narcissa offers her a job attempting to cure Draco, she has no choice but to take it.

A League of Their Own:

It's Rotten Work 💐 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 10K.

Nobody's ever taken care of Jess McCready.

Not until she met Lupe García, anyway.

(In which Jess is oblivious, Lupe is romantic, and both of them are a little bit confused.)

Devour What's Truly Yours 🏴‍☠️ written in collaboration with the lovely @somebodytoundress - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 37K.

Lupe Garcia had planned to go down with her pirate ship when it was raided by Spanish soldiers one dreadful night. Bleeding out on the deck, she accepted her fate—until an infamous ghostly captain with no name and a haunting face rescued her from the burning ship and nursed her back to health. With no ship, no crew, and no fortune, the solution is clear for Lupe. She‘s going to kill this captain and take over her crew so she may return to ruling the seas. And she’s definitely not going to fall in love with her.

Simply Elegant 🚬 - Jess/Lupe. Complete, WC: 7K.

Lupe is the most popular jock in school.

Jess is a burnout weed dealer.

Lupe goes to Jess to buy weed for a party, and things progress from there.

Bein' Good Isn't Always Easy ⛪️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 32K.

The hottest part of summer, working in a guitar shop in the heart of Texas, Jess has the worst sunburn of her life. And she has the hots for the preacher’s daughter. She’s not sure which is worse.

Sing Me to Sleep 🌃 - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 5K.

Lupe's past comes back to haunt her on the anniversary of an important date.

Jess tries to understand. They fall a bit deeper in love.

Slice of life.

Keep Your Electric Eye on Me, Babe ⚡️- Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 4K.

Five times Jess caught Lupe's eye when she shouldn't have + one time Lupe did something about it.

Fever With Thy Flaming Youth 🌡️ - Jess/Lupe. Complete. WC: 2.5K.

Estí gets the flu. Jess & Lupe take care of her.

FAQs

Can I translate your fic?

Please ask first! We can discuss details.

Can I bind/print your fic?

As long as it's legal and no one is profiting off of it, go wild, send pictures when you're done!

Why haven't you updated (insert fic)?

Either I lost interest in it for some reason, or I got really excited about something else & intend to return to it, or I have something personal going on & can't write as much. Sorry!

Can I make fan art of your fic?

PLEASE make fan art of my fic. Please send it to me when you're done so I can share it!!!!

[itchose]

웃:  three people that are important to my muse / akilah to keep being self-indulgent

giving you 5, you're welcome. mari, taissa, rachel, her oldest sister, her nephew.

her oldest sister + nephew obviously go along with the rest of her family (her 2 mothers + her father, etc) but her sister is her best friend and always has been, and her nephew especially gives her a sense of hope that grounds her back into reality / in civilization. her nephew is the reason she keeps going, her nephew is how she justifies the things she's supposed to do out there to keep living another day and make it back to him ( that doesn't mean it's always going to be okay. it doesn't mean she will always be able to justify the things the worse it gets. right now it's about self preservation + survival, but the more it gets into violence, the harder it will be. )

rachel was her best friend and the person she did everything with. rachel knew her so well and akilah always felt so comfortable with her.

taissa is someone akilah always looked up to, both as a teammate and as a friend. she always admired how driven tai was and i don't think their friendship was new when they crashed, despite akilah just being moved up to varsity. they clearly had a connection before then and it only deepens in the wilderness; akilah is often the one who's helping tai understand herself + what she needs to do to keep moving forward, and tai is often the one helping akilah feel stronger.

mari is the person she clings to immediately after they crash. they likely didn't have much in common beforehand, but now she's her person. everything they're enduring is terrifying, but having mari by her side makes it a little more bearable. she knows she can lean on her, she knows she has her back. and she's not afraid to keep mari in check if needed because they form a trust so quickly that it feels like they've been friends for so long. she's easily the most pivotal person to her in the wilderness and she is terrified of losing her.

[tailoringtay]

"No puns."

Independent original character inspired by the world of Final Fantasy IX. Semi-selective

Crossover and AU friendly, canon characters and OCs from any series welcome! Written by silverfire113

Profile | Crew | Verses | Prompts

Doc Version: Profile and Verses | Crew

Rules and Introduction

Hello, silverfire113 here! Just wanted to outline some rules, and give a short introduction 8)

This is a RP and ask blog. As such, feel free to ask anything or request a RP etc. etc. I’m always happy to meet new people huhuhu~ I go by Potato or Silver usually, and I’m primarily an artist who hopes to someday make comics. I enjoy a bit of roleplaying here and there as well B)

Please note: This blog will sometimes contain mature content, such as: violence, strong language, and sexual themes.

At the moment, I’m going to classify it as a single muse blog, but with very prominent side characters. You can’t really have Tay without his companions; they’re a package deal

The guidelines part!

tailoringtay is the go-to tag for my blog

Please don’t use my art for your own uses (example: commercial use or faceclaims) unless you have my permission. If I have drawn something specifically for you, however, feel free to use it for icon and blog purposes!

I will RP with characters from pretty much any fandom, both canon muses and OCs are welcome B)

I don’t follow everyone back, due to being easily overwhelmed. I am still happy to interact even if we’re not mutuals, however!

It can take me a really long time to get to replies - often a month or two, and sometimes up to well…years (I try to avoid the latter where possible but it’s happened XD). I don’t tend to lose interest in threads after long periods, but I know its not a time frame that works well for everyone so do keep it in mind if you’re considering interacting!

I don’t do reblog karma, in the sense that while I will reblog from the source etc with blogs that request it, I personally don’t mind at all if people reblog things from me, whether you’ve sent something in for it or not.

I get really nervous about approaching new people (sometimes even old ones XD), so it can take me a while before I feel comfortable starting up conversation or sending things in. Regardless, I do love discussing plots and characters~

There probably won’t be much be much sexual nsfw stuff here, but if there is it will be tagged as nsfw and put under a read more. I’m 25+, but smut’s not really my thing. That being said, it does not bother me to see it on the dash, or to receive questions related to it. Other types of mature content will probably be more common, such as violence and dark themes.

If you would like anything tagged just let me know! I have no triggers myself. I tag things (though not consistently unless asked) as subject cw , example: blood cw

Open to exploring all sorts of different ships, so long as there’s some chemistry! (I’m also much more open to ships with muses that I know the mun of at least a little bit)

On that same note, this is a multiship blog. Pairings will always be in an alternate verse from each other, unless otherwise stated.

Alternate Universes

I can do any alternate universe that I have been involved in, and I’m always happy to start up new ones. If there’s a verse you would prefer, let me know!

By default I will be working with a ff9 verse

Other Accounts

My main art accounts can be found here and here !

   Looking for a different flavor~? My other RP blogs can be found here:

@venomousovereignty - Two FFIX OCs of antagonistic seasoning

@danthekickingman - Dan from Paladin's Quest/Lennus. Kicking mercenary with flexible verses. Tastes like spring

@silverymusings - Fandomless OC multimuse. Got tastes from bitter to sweet and all in between here

[slash-aaa]

⭐ ( gimme all of u i’m greedy ty x )

send a ⭐ for muses i would be interested in throwing at yours / potential muse combinations.

madison montgomery & john bender - just because of the attitudes and how potentially toxic they would be.

alex russo & michael moscovitz - i just think they would absolutely vibe. they're both so chill. he can play some music and she can do whatever she wants.

aurora renaud & jack skellington - i'm imagining aurora wandering into the feywilds and ending up stumbling upon jack, who is also lost in there lmao.

verna & omen lancaster - omen is a witch and a wanderer who helps creatures and monsters where needed. it's giving kind of opposites vibes, but they'd have a mutual respect i think.

addison montgomery & mateo rivera - mateo is my ga oc who starts as an intern at the hospital and obviously moves up from there. he's an ex con, so everyone either is scared of him or whispers about him. maybe he can work with addison and she can see he's not bad.

stu macher & any of your scream muses - i have verses where he survived, so we can work with a bunch of stuff.

carlisle cullen & joyce byers - doctor moves to the small down several years ago to help out. he's probably seen the boys come through his clinic a lot and he's grown fond of joyce. he wants to help where he can.

taissa turner & natalie scatorccio - with tai paying for nat's rehab, i would just love to see their dynamic more. also when they're teens.

tatiana vasiliev & genevieve belmont - both vampires. gen is on the run and is hiding out in a poppy house / vampire lounge, so maybe tatiana can frequent there or go there for information or something.

sydney kaiser & cain fahey - can be rival assassins, or she can meet him after he goes rogue. or she can even be the one sent after him when he goes rogue.

ra mi young & rick grimes or joel miller - love me some apocalypse things, so i'm down for either ra mi young being the doctor in rick's group, or her tagging along with joel / ellie or even meeting her where tommy is.

ares asare & john wick - i didn't see any information for ares, but i'm sure there's a ton of potential.

johanna avery & dana polk or daniel le domas - take your pick of my final girl or my final boy. they can bond or hate each other. and perhaps get into another horror Together.

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 23 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: It’s Taylor’s turn to meet the parents and Taylor and Kelsey go on their first hike together. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: anxiety, cursing, smut, public sex (sorta) // Word Count: 5,002

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Twenty Two

March 22nd, 2023

Though there was a part of Kelsey that was ready for her Wednesday lessons to be over for the season, she knew that once they were she was going to miss them. So she tried to just enjoy them, especially since there was no longer any rush to give up the ice for her uncle’s team since their season was over. 

Lingering for a few minutes after her girls had all left, Kelsey skated a few lazy laps before finally taking her skates off and grabbing her bag to head over to Taylor’s for the night. 

She hadn’t even realized her Uncle was in the building until he called her name from his office. Turning, Kelsey stopped at his doorway and leaned against it, waiting to see what he wanted. 

“So I hear we’re having you over for dinner this weekend…” He mused, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yeah well mom and dad are insistent on meeting Tay and I wasn’t about to subject him to just them…” Kelsey replied. “At least in front of you guys maybe they’ll tone down the ‘this won’t last’ and ‘hockey players are unreliable’ talk.” 

If it was possible, her Uncle’s eyebrows raised even further. 

“So if you could be at least a little supportive and keep any negative thoughts about Taylor to yourself, that would be appreciated.” Kelsey sighed pushing herself off the doorframe to head to her car. 

“Kelsey.” Her uncle stated, voice commanding her to stay. “As much as I didn’t see you dating one of my players coming, Taylor is a good kid and it’s clear you make each other happy.” 

“He certainly makes me happy.” Kelsey declared. “Which is why I’m willing to put in the work and I know he is too. No, neither of us knows what the future holds but unlike my mother, I think that it’s possible to have both med school and a relationship and I’m not willing to give up easily on having it all.” 

“You’re both stubborn enough to make it work.” Her uncle teased. “We’ll see you Saturday and your aunt and I have your back. Now go see Tmak.” 

Lifting a hand in acknowledgment and thanks, Kelsey sent him a small smile and left the doorway to finish the journey to her car and then Taylor’s dorm, ready to feel her boyfriend’s arms wrapped around her and settle into the security he provides. 

******

March 24th, 2023

Bobby: Been a couple weeks since I checked in. Have you told T yet? 

Kelsey: Been a little preoccupied with him meeting my parents tomorrow. So lay off please. 

Bobby: Preoccupied or stalling? But fine, you need to tell him though. Soon.

*******

March 25th, 2023

Kelsey was anxious before she’d even picked up Taylor for dinner at her aunt and uncle’s. As he slid into her passenger seat outside his dorm, Kelsey fiddled with the heat in her car before greeting him with a soft kiss. 

“Kels…this is going to be fine.” Taylor murmured, seemingly unaffected by the knowledge that he was meeting her parents. 

“Just promise me you won’t let them scare you off.” Kelsey sighed, frowning slightly. “Because they’re probably going to say at least one really shitty thing.” 

“Kels…I think you’re being overdramatic.” Taylor replied. 

“Trust me. I’m not. Promise me.” 

“I love you Kels. Relax.” Taylor assured her, kissing the back of her hand before buckling up so she could drive to her uncle’s. 

Parking on the street, Kelsey grabbed Taylor’s hand and guided him up the driveway, letting them into her Aunt’s house and announcing their arrival. Her uncle was the first to meet them, sending Kelsey a smile and reaching out a hand to shake Taylor’s free one. 

“Your parents are already in the dining room Kelsey.” He informed her as the pair kicked off their shoes onto the mat. 

“Aunt Dana in the kitchen?” She asked, figuring that they could detour there first to grab drinks before stepping into the line of fire. 

With her Uncle’s nod, Kelsey guided Taylor through the house to the kitchen, letting out a deep breath upon seeing her aunt who immediately stopped what she was doing to hug Kelsey tightly. 

“It’s gonna be fine Kels.” Dana declared softly in her ear, holding her for a minute before pulling away. “And it’s good to see you Taylor.” She stated warmly to the boy standing behind her niece. 

“You too Mrs. Carvel.” He replied, nodding at her admonishment to call her Dana in non-team settings. 

After raiding the fridge for drinks, iced tea for them both, Kelsey reluctantly guided Taylor to the dining room where her uncle and parents were waiting. 

Kissing her parents cheeks and getting them in return, Kelsey watched as they reached out hands to shake Taylor’s - a greeting so starkly different from the one with his parents. 

“Mom, dad…this is my boyfriend Taylor.” Kelsey introduced. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” Taylor declared before pulling out a chair for Kelsey and taking the one next to her. 

“Daniel. And this is my wife Heather.” Her dad replied as they settled back into their own chairs. Under the table, Kelsey immediately reached for Taylor’s hand gripping it in her own, needing that steady comfort. With Taylor’s thumb brushing over her hand, Kelsey’s shoulders dipped a little and she let out a small breath. 

“Did you have a good spring break?” Kelsey’s dad asked, thankfully throwing a little bit of a softball Taylor’s way. 

“It was good.” Taylor confirmed. “Spent time with my parents and cousins and stuff. Don’t get to see them much so it was nice.” 

“You’re close with your family?” Kelsey’s mom asked, her tone carrying more than the words themselves did. “Must be hard being so far away.” 

“It is, but I talk to my parents almost every night which helps.” Taylor stated, shrugging it off. 

Before her parents could go too far down that track, her aunt brought in dishes containing dinner  and Kelsey could only hope that eating would help minimize any grilling of her boyfriend. 

To some extent it did but at the same time her parents, correction…her mom, couldn’t help but throw comments laced with disapproval out there asking about Taylor’s plans to go pro in hockey before immediately jumping to Kelsey going to med school in Worcester, like that was a given and implying that obviously this wasn’t a relationship that would last because of it even if she didn’t say it in so many words. 

Every time her mother opened her mouth, Kelsey felt her stomach twist and she just couldn’t wait to get out of there even if her aunt and uncle and even her dad were doing their best to calm the waters. 

Taylor’s free hand stroked over her thigh soothingly the whole time and he was even keeled talking with her dad about Gary’s love of psychology that had been ingrained into Taylor and his brother, and how he was learning a lot from watching his brother’s success in life.

Her mother’s comment of “it must be nice…” was filled with implications that Taylor wouldn’t even be at UMass if it weren’t for Cale and it made Kelsey want to scream. Dinner literally could not end quickly enough even as Taylor complimented how nice it was getting to know Kelsey suggesting without words that they had raised an amazing daughter. 

As soon as the food was gone, Kelsey started planning her and Taylor’s escape for the night before she murdered her mother. Thankfully her aunt didn’t try to suggest dessert and her dad read her mood suggesting that she and Taylor go do something more fun than sit there with them. 

Taking that suggestion, Kelsey moved to say her goodbyes, watching as Taylor shook her parents’ hands again, before the two of them headed to put shoes back on and head out. 

“I’m so sorry T…I know I warned you but god that was awful.” Kelsey murmured as they headed back to the car. “The nerve of my mother…it makes me so mad that she acts like this is just some silly fling and won’t even try to get to know you and how wonderful you are. Worcester isn’t a given, it’s certainly not the only med school I plan on applying to…” 

As Kelsey ranted, Taylor caught her wrist and pulled her body back to his as they reached the sidewalk. 

“Hey tiger…it’s okay.” Taylor assured her, holding her firmly against his chest. “I still love you even if your mom isn’t willing to give me a chance. Your dad seems cool enough though.” Kelsey sighed and nodded against his shoulder. 

“Do me a favor…kiss me senseless please.” She requested just needing her brain to switch from dealing with her parents to enjoying time with the boy she was head over heels for. 

Dropping his hands to her hips, Taylor bent his head to kiss Kelsey deeply. It lingered until she broke it, needing to breathe with her eyes a little dazed. 

“Senseless enough?” He breathed against her lips, his eyes teasing. 

“I don’t know…might need to try again to be sure.” She mumbled, kissing him again with an arm thrown around his neck to keep him close. 

Kissing until Kelsey had gotten her fill, the two climbed into her car to head to her apartment. 

Once there, they settled into what had become a comfortable routine, stopping for water before heading into her bedroom and closing the door to enter their own little bubble. Kelsey promptly stripped out of her jeans and into leggings before unmaking her bed for them to crawl into, grabbing the remote to toss to Taylor. While she had changed, he had done the same, slipping into sweats and a t-shirt making him look soft and cuddly. 

As soon as he was settled into bed, Kelsey crawled beside him and buried herself into his side still feeling the embers of anger her mother had created burning away at her. She still couldn’t understand how her mother could be so hard headed that she couldn’t see how happy Kelsey was with Taylor, and wouldn't even give him a chance and try to get to know him. It was nights like tonight that Kelsey almost questioned what her dad saw in her mom in the first place. 

Though she tried to put it all behind her, glad that now that her parents had met Taylor, they were likely to not engage with him for a good long while, it was hard to control how frustrated she was. 

Taylor kissed her forehead a few times while watching whatever it was he had put on her tv and it helped a little, just not as much as she needed. 

Sensing that Kelsey’s tension wasn’t going away, Taylor eventually pulled her onto his body, wrapping his arms around her. Though his thumbs brushed against her lower back under her sweater, she still was unable to fully relax against him. 

Pushing up her sweater, Taylor started to raise it over her head, encouraged by her shifting to let him pull it off her body. 

“Kels what do you need to not be so angry?” Taylor questioned. “Do you need me to fuck you?” 

There was a glint of need in Kelsey’s eyes that told Taylor that was exactly what she needed. 

“Stress fuck it is then.” He stated, unclasping her bra and pulling it from her body before rolling her under him. 

As he kissed her neck, Kelsey’s nails dug into his shoulders desperate for the mental release of tension that had built up all week because of tonight’s dinner. 

There was minimal foreplay as Taylor finished undressing her before shedding his own clothes and grabbing a condom from her bedside drawer. 

Once sheathed, Taylor settled over her again, kissing her softly and nipping gently at her lips. 

“Tell me if I need to slow down.” He mumbled against her mouth before lining himself up to press just the tip of his length inside her. 

Kelsey’s gasp was one of the most beautiful sounds Taylor had ever heard and he groaned, sinking another inch deeper inside of her. 

“T…please…” Kelsey murmured, needy for the full stretch that came from Taylor being buried completely. She couldn’t contain her moan as he complied, her nails digging into his shoulders once more. It felt so good and quickly started to push anything other than the feeling of their coupling out of her mind. 

Taylor paused to let her adjust to the feeling before he started to thrust steadily, each movement filled with just the right amount of force to drive her crazy. Neither spoke, though Taylor kissed Kelsey’s neck and shoulder as he pistoned into her, her moans filling his ears. 

It wasn’t long before Kelsey twitched around him, her body hurtling toward her orgasm. 

“Let go Kels.” Taylor breathed into her ear. “I love you. Just let it all go.” Within a few more thrusts, Kelsey was cumming under him and Taylor grunted working her through her release before finally spilling his own release into the condom. 

Careful not to put too much weight on her, Taylor kissed her temple waiting for her to relax enough for him to pull out. 

Once she had, he carefully slid out of her and climbed off her bed to dispose of the condom before coming back to help her up and into clothes so she could go to the bathroom. 

While she was gone, Taylor redressed before working to change her sheets so that they had a clean bed to climb into. 

When she came back into the room she wrapped her arms around his waist causing Taylor to smile. 

“Feel any better?” 

“Thanks for changing the sheets.” Kelsey murmured after nodding in response to his question. 

Pecking her lips, Taylor just pulled her back toward her bed and climbed in, opening his arms for her to settle so that they could resume their cuddles now that Kelsey had worked out some of her anger. 

If her yawn as she settled against his chest was any indication, it wouldn’t be long until she was asleep which was good given that they were planning on taking advantage of tomorrow being one of the first nice days to go for their first hike together. 

*****

March 26th, 2023

It definitely hadn’t taken long for Kelsey to fall asleep curled against Taylor and when she awoke it was because her body was itching to go on the hike she had been waiting for since the first tease of warm and not rainy weather appeared on the forecast. 

Since Taylor was surprisingly still sleeping, Kelsey got up and did an abbreviated yoga routine, just to warm her muscles up without overdoing it knowing that they were going to be hiking a few miles today. Then she headed into the kitchen to start breakfast, a smile slipping onto her face when Taylor’s hands slid around her waist from behind. 

“Morning my koala.” She teased softly as she flipped a few gluten free pancakes. 

“Smells good.” He mumbled, his voice still filled with sleep. 

It wasn’t like Kelsey had gone majorly overboard, just a couple pancakes, a few sausage patties and scrambled egg whites, enough to make sure that they had enough fuel to properly feed their bodies. 

But she was glad Taylor seemed to approve of her cooking. 

Tipping her head back to kiss his chin, Kelsey motioned for him to grab some plates from the cabinet to serve the food onto. After doing so Taylor grabbed silverware from the drawer and moved to get glasses for some juice as well. By the time he’d done all that, the food was ready and Kelsey was serving it up. 

She didn’t think she’d ever get over how domestic it felt getting to spend the first waking hour with him like this, just making food, eating, cleaning up and enjoying being in each other’s presence. 

“I need a post sex shower before we go.” She declared, sending him a look like he was more than willing to join her. Unsurprisingly he did so and they quickly washed themselves before drying off and starting to get ready for their hike. Lightweight clothes were layered since it was still somewhat cool and a backpack was filled with bottles of water, lunch, snacks, a trail map and a few other necessities. 

By the time they were ready, Kelsey was practically bouncing with excitement. She could hike again and to make it even better she was getting to do it with her favorite person. 

“You ready?” She asked, giggling when Taylor smiled and pulled her in for a soft kiss. 

“Now I am.” He declared, grabbing the full backpack while Kelsey grabbed cans of sunblock and bug spray for ticks sitting them in her car’s cup holder so that they didn’t forget to spray before starting off. 

She was all smiles the whole drive to the visitor center and she could feel Taylor looking at her with soft eyes the whole time. 

“You really like hiking huh?” He questioned though it didn’t really need answered because her expression gave it away. 

Parking, Kelsey grabbed the cans and sprayed her legs under and over her pants with the bug spray before swapping for the sunblock to get the back of her neck and hands and face given that she was still wearing long sleeves to start. Once Taylor had done the same, she slipped the bottles into a pocket of the backpack before letting Taylor slide it onto his back. 

Taking his hand they left the visitor’s center and started out on the trail. The first half mile was relatively level, only about 50 ft in elevation changes over the span. Kelsey was basking in the weather and being able to get fresh air and exercise without freezing her ass off. 

Continuing on the trail to Mount Norwottuck after stopping for water and for Kelsey to wrap her jacket around her waist and spray her arms with sunblock, the elevation climbed from just over 500 ft to 1100 ft in about 40 minutes worth of hiking. Needing a distraction from the slight burning in her lungs and muscles despite her being in shape, Kelsey prompted Taylor about whether he’d listened to any good music lately. Taylor’s ramble about everything new on his playlists made her grin fondly and she followed him up the mountain less focused on her own body and its complaints. 

The view at the top was beyond worth it, spring blooming all over the expanse below them. Taking the water bottle Taylor offered again, Kelsey took a few healthy swigs, her chest rising and falling heavily with her breath. Taylor slipped an arm over her shoulder and feeling chilled she pressed closer against his own sweaty body for warmth as the breeze hit. 

“Look at this view.” Kelsey gasped, the excitement visible all through her body. 

“Beautiful.” Taylor mumbled though when she peeked up at him, his eyes were on her and not the valley in front of them. 

“You’re such a sap.” She whispered. “And I love you for it.” 

Stealing a brief kiss, Kelsey shifted to pull her jacket back on as she continued to shiver now that they were stationary. Letting her go, Taylor shifted the backpack to pull out two protein bars for them to recharge their energy a little bit before they stopped in another hour or so for lunch. 

Continuing to take in the view while they ate, Kelsey considered how nice it was just to have company even in the silence of the moment. 

After putting their wrappers back in the backpack and taking a few more sips of water, they continued along the path, making their way back down the mountain past the horse caves and their ledges. From there they continued along a general decline until the trail split off. With the main loop a little too short of a distance even for their first hike, Kelsey guided Taylor onto an extended loop that would take them up another mountain peak. 

They stopped for lunch along the trail after hiking up Rattlesnake Knob once they hit a relatively flat area of trail and Taylor found a rock he could perch on with Kelsey sitting between his thighs. Idle chatter interspersed their lunch and once they were finished they packed up and continued on their way after Taylor stepped off the trail to take care of some business. 

With not many people out so early in the season they often went half to three quarters of a mile without seeing anyone else. Kelsey shared a story of one of her first hikes as a kid and in the privacy of the woods, Taylor started on about hikes he’d taken as a kid with his family before talking about his brother for really the first time in front of Kelsey. It made her smile that he was opening up to her in a new way about something that she knew wasn’t always easy for him to talk about given people’s - like her mother’s - foolish expectations on things. The trust he had in her to share those stories meant the world.

It was a slight incline for them to loop back around to the main trail and Kelsey took the lead in front of Taylor this time. 

After a few minutes, Taylor’s arms wrapped around her from behind, stopping her progress and his chin rested on top of her head. As he slid even closer to her, Kelsey could feel Taylor’s erection against her ass and it made her eyes go wide as a laugh bubbled in her throat. 

“You okay back there T?” She questioned, mirth in her tone. 

He nodded against her head but didn’t otherwise say anything and Kelsey tried her best not to burst into laughter. His body language felt happy and Kelsey grinned as his hands sprawled across her hips. 

The sounds of nature and their breathing filled the air for a few minutes before Kelsey finally spoke. 

“You gonna hike with an erection there, koala bear, or do you want some help?” 

Taylor’s shrug was something else and Kelsey rolled her eyes fondly. Reaching for his hand she pulled him a few feet off the trail where there was sufficient covering but also relatively stable ground and a tree Taylor could lean against. Stealing a dirty kiss, Kelsey started to squat in front of him, her hands sliding along his waistband. 

Quickly Taylor’s hand reached out trying to haul her up. 

“T?” She questioned softly, though she continued to sink into her squat, brushing his hand away. 

“Kels please.” Taylor mumbled again reaching for her. 

This time she complied, hands still teasing at his waistband as she looked up at him. 

“I want to blow you T.” She stated, trying not to pout over being denied what she wanted. 

“I’m all sweaty Kels…” He replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink. 

“Tay you’re sweaty every time we have sex…” He didn’t look all that convinced by her words and licked over his lips. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

“Would I have pulled you off the trail if I wasn’t sure?” Kelsey asked rhetorically. “If you’re worried about sweat there are baby wipes in the backpack, you can clean up a bit…” 

Taylor looked a little uncomfortable but didn’t put up any more fuss and after kissing him for a minute Kelsey squatted back down and carefully untucked him from his sweats and boxers. It was only a little sweat and he had showered and cleaned up this morning so Kelsey wasn’t overly concerned. 

Kissing over the head of his dick, Kelsey then licked a few stripes down his length before shifting to take him into her mouth. Bracing herself against his thighs, she rose on her toes to take him as deeply as possible. The sweat made his skin taste a little saltier but it definitely wasn’t offputting in any way. 

Using the leverage of her feet, Kelsey worked him, sinking deep on his length and providing suction in the ways he likes best. 

This was her first time giving him a blow job without a condom and Kelsey knew that when they weren’t in the middle of the woods she was going to have to explore his dick in more detail because god was that part of his anatomy fascinating and something she wanted to know better. 

It wasn’t the smoothest blowjob but it was clearly doing the trick as Taylor grunted softly above her in pleasure. 

Pulling back to breathe, Kelsey licked the precum from the head of his dick and then sunk back onto him as he twitched signaling the approach of his release. 

“Kels…” He trailed off before spilling into her mouth and down her throat approximately thirty seconds later. Swallowing as best she could given that it was her first time letting someone cum in her mouth, Kelsey pulled back heaving slightly. 

Making sure that he wasn’t too sensitive, Kelsey quickly licked him clean before using his torso to leverage herself out of the squat, her thighs now burning. Gently she tucked him back into his clothes and fixed his shirt before letting him pull her into a proper hug. 

“Better?” She asked softly, her voice a little hoarse. 

Taylor’s answer was with a kiss not words…the kind of kiss that was so deep she knew that he could taste himself in her mouth. Sliding his hands down around her thighs he hoisted her up around his waist and held her body against him, her arms flinging around his neck. 

“You didn’t have to do that.” He murmured against her lips. “But thanks.” 

After a few minutes, he set her back down and kissed her lips softly before reaching for her hand to pull her back to the trail. 

Rejoining the main loop, they continued to hike along the ridge. It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before Kelsey’s bladder, which she’d been ignoring since shortly after lunch, upped its protests. Grimacing slightly, Kelsey tried to ignore it knowing that they were only another mile and a half or so from the car and it was all relatively flat or downhill from here. She hated using the bathroom in the woods, it was honestly the only part about hiking that she didn’t enjoy. 

With Taylor trying to hand her the water, Kelsey shook her head and murmured that she was good, the discomfort growing on her face as they continued along the trail. Sighing in frustration because it was mostly her fault they weren’t closer to being done already, Kelsey mentally told her bladder to shut up already. 

“Hey Kels, you okay?” Taylor asked. “Are you tired or sore or something and need a break?” 

“Fine.” She mumbled. “Just need to keep going.” 

“Kels…” Taylor stated firmly, the tone he used when he wasn’t messing around. “Your face says you’re not fine…wanna cut the bs?” 

“I hate peeing in the woods okay.” Kelsey grumbled. 

“Kelsey.” Taylor stated, voice going softer. “You look miserable. If you need to go, just go.” 

If possible her face turned even grumpier and she pouted. 

“Can we just get through this last mile or so back to the visitor’s center…” 

Sighing, Taylor wrapped an arm around Kelsey and whispered softly in her ear. 

“How can I help? Because I know you know that holding it is not healthy. And you look so uncomfortable Kels.” 

Groaning softly, Kelsey pulled away from Taylor’s chest. 

“Fine.” She mumbled. “Can you just make sure no one sees me? And give me the baby wipes and a ziplock?” 

Retrieving the items from the backpack, Taylor left Kelsey to wander into the woods to find a spot secluded enough for her to feel comfortable peeing. It took a few minutes for her to come back and when she did she was still pouting but didn’t look nearly as pained. 

“God it’s so gross.” She mumbled tossing the sealed ziplock into the backpack. 

Pulling her against his body, Taylor kissed her head and then kissed her lips. 

“But you feel better right?” 

Kelsey couldn’t deny that but it still didn’t mean she liked peeing in the woods. 

“Now drink some water for me since you’ve been turning me down for the last hour.” Taylor insisted not wanting her to get dehydrated because she was trying not to make herself need to pee. 

Taking the bottle, Kelsey took a few longer swigs before handing it back and gesturing to the trail like can we go now. 

Letting her lead, Taylor walked with her for a little less than a quarter mile, her body language a complete 180 from when they had set off this morning. Using his long stride, he caught up to her and started to tickle her along her ribs, holding her body tight to his own. 

“T….stop.” Kelsey squealed. 

“I will when you stop being a grump.” He said, his tone matter of fact. 

She wiggled in his grip, pushing at his hands as he tickled her but eventually was bent over laughing hysterically. 

“You’re a jerk.” She gasped between breaths. 

“But I’m your jerk.” He grinned, shrugging. 

“C’mon my jerk…let’s go home.” Kelsey insisted. “I still have some reading to do for class tomorrow.” 

Finishing the last mile of the hike down the mountain, Kelsey grabbed her keys from the backpack and unlocked her car as they approached. 

Before she could climb in, Taylor was stopping her, pinning her between his body and her car. 

“Thanks for today Kels.” He stated. “For sharing your hike with me. Spending the day with me.” 

Pressing up to kiss him, Kelsey let it linger. 

“Thanks for wanting to come with me.” She breathed against his lips. “It’s nice hiking with you. Getting time alone without roommates or parents or coaches.” 

“We’ll have to do it again soon.” Taylor agreed. 

“For sure.”

[r3dblccd]

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Send "🎆" to share an unexpected kiss with my muse at the end of the New Year's countdown! @irrwicht

The fireworks looked so pretty! But they were also so loud! Very loud. Too loud. His poor sensitive ears couldn't handle the sound. Luckily, Kiho had his back. "Thank you." Tai smiled as he put on the earplugs offered to him and snuggled up in Kiho's arms once he did so. He could still hear the sounds, his hearing wasn't like that of a human, but this still helped, it was better than having nothing to reduce the volume a little bit. Especially since people seemed to have started setting off fireworks way earlier before it's almost New Year. And Tai could figure that they probably had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. He wouldn't be surprised if there were fireworks even days after starting the new year.

"Your kind have interesting customs." He hummed. And he was being honest. He couldn't have expected how many holidays people around the world had and all the different things they did during those holidays. It was fun. Then Kiho mentioned there's another thing some people did to greet the new year, which earned him a curious look from Tai. "Something else other than the fireworks, firecrackers, the food and the music? What is it?" And then, more than perfectly timed, when the clock hit midnight, he got greeted by Kiho's lips on his, and to that, Tai leaned in and let his fingers bury themselves in the older's hair. From there, he wasn't that stupid to not be able to put two and two together. He let out a soft chuckle. "I see. Though, I do hope that this won't be both the first and the last time we get to do this little tradition."

[atiny-crew-musings]

Hey Secretary Park may I ask out of Your and Fies mutuals who do you ship with the different people from muses?

Secretary Park: "i dont get paid for-"

CEO Hongjoong: "*gently holds up sign telling him to do it*"

Secretary Park: "...ugh. whatever. Im doing a short list and thats all. First is representative Smalls. I'd say she goes well with Seaborn Hongjoong. They both hold very good core leadership qualities and I feel they would play off of each other's creativity.

In lieu of sounding painfully obvious, representing Gaia would be a perfect match with Fuzanglong Jackson. He carries himself in a way that is cocky and honestly a bit overconfident, but I've seen him in the break rooms. He cares grately for the other trialmates and looks after them. Gaia works hard throughout the day and would do well to have someone around to just...help her feel small and turn off her brain. As much as he acts like a cocky jackass, Jackson would be a good fit.

As for our local mischievous ghost dragon Laz, i think his chaotic-and bratty bottom-behaviour makes him perrrrfect for Faerie Yeosang. Tinkerbell over there definitely had a deceptive, disarming smile when he first came into the office, but the more i talk to him and see him in action, the more I'm becoming aware of how good he is at wrangling brats and dishing out interesting "punishments". Granted, i wish he would use towels or a blanket in the office so my cleaning staff doesnt have to clean cum off the walls and floor for the nth time but thats besides the point.

Representative Tay likes a mean top who can take care of her, as well. So naturally, either Eldritch Wooyoung or War God Jaebeom. That describes both of them to a T and i honestly think she quite deserves to be, and i quote, "tossed like a pizza" . Undoubtedly, she'll gossip with me and give me the juicy details later.

Representative Luna would do well with paired with either the good doctor Yunho or Dragon Mingi. She stares out into the sea with such a sorrowful expression, making her potions by her lonesome. I feel she'd smile more and brighten up if she just had that one extra push to explore beyond her bubble. Those two do well at comfortably navigating their partner's struggles and issues.

And thats all for now. I dont get paid enough"

[septembersghost]

since you are both harry and Taylor fan do you think Stockholm syndrome is about taylor? Harry said it was about a 'nympho' so I always thought it wasn't about her because I didn't think he would call her that in an interview. But after complicated freak was released I am on fence about it. SS sounds like having a kinky chained sex and some of tay's song about harry has a sexual element. And I can't imagine complicated freak being about anyone else as he was pining so hard for her during that era. (Also ignore this if you got my previous ask. I sent the same one but my phone had trouble so I don't think you got it)

i got them both! in the previous one you said, "I also saw someone saying it's from a pov of the guy in blank space(she is the predator he is the victim so a satire)," and i've never thought about it that way before, that's actually a really fun interpretation!

short answer is yes i do think stockholm syndrome and complicated freak share her as the muse. definitely agree that complicated freak is pretty unquestionable and that there wasn't anyone else at that time that he was pining so hard for or would've described in that way.

i consider a lot of the stuff thematically in stockholm syndrome (an absolute banger btw) to be more metaphorical "who's that shadow holding me hostage? i've been here for days," "baby, look what you've done to me. baby, you've got me tied down" to me are like, he's so in love with/infatuated by/attracted to her that he can't escape constantly thinking about and wanting to be with her. i don't think it's literal *rihanna voice* ~whips and chains excite me~ as much as it's like, "you're always on my mind and it's overwhelming (and when we're together it's really good)." the song has a lot of elements about fear of commitment and how she's flipped his world and that's exhilarating but somewhat frightening too ("i fear i'm getting used to being held by you," "used to sing about being free but now he's changed his mind." harry also borrows her trick of referencing themselves in the third person there, which she does again in question, i'm just noticing that!). there's a clear sexual component and he, well. he made that joke, but there's a deeper aspect to that too, where he feels like he and his world are being reshaped by the intensity of what he feels for her. ("all my life i've been on my own/i used the light to guide me home/but now together we're alone/and there's no other place i'd ever wanna go" - notice he goes from being on his own to alone together). he sung stockholm syndrome and if i could fly regularly when touring hs1, and of course that's because he wrote them, but the themes also fit well with some of the other songs about this from his debut record.

i think where do broken hearts go is another aspect of this as well and his side of things referenced in ootw/iwyw (counted all my mistakes and there's only one/standing out from the list of the things i've done/all the rest of my crimes don't come close to the look on your face when i let you go/so, i built you a house from a broken home, and i wrote you a song with the words you spoke...the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things i want/mind is running in circles of you and me/anyone in between is the enemy/shadows come with the pain that you're running from/love was something you've never heard enough).

the allure/attraction/sexy element definitely appears a lot in her music about him too, even in a softer, more romantic way, the idea of the tide of that love pulling you back in shows up too (lanterns burning, flickered in my mind for only you). definitely why, when you lay their songs side-by-side, they take on that element of unspoken dialogue.

[brothersgrim]

FRUIT HEADCANON ASKS

@asteraex​ asked:

🍐- Taker

🍐  :    how intelligent is my muse overall?  are they smarter than the average person,  or less than?  are they primarily self-taught,  or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school?  are they more street smart or book smart?  

Oh, he’s a smart guy. He's had to be. He was fourteen when he stopped receiving any kind of formal education, mostly because he was dead. Also because he was a slave. That didn’t help. 

But he’s smart. 

Like, let’s just look at all the things he, canonically, knows how to do. First off, he’s a carpenter. Yes, he makes coffins and caskets, but there were other projects in the workshop WWE gave him, including wagon wheels and furniture. Given that that’s HIS workshop, those are also HIS projects, so it stands to reason he just makes all sorts of things. I like to think he handles most of the carpentry/repair jobs in the Valley. (This actually has historical basis, too. Most carpenters were also undertakers back in the day, and vice versa. That was the case in my home town, anyway.) He’s also a blacksmith. A lot of people forget this one, but he is - he works a forge in some of the late 90s promos. He makes most of the hardware for the caskets and his other projects himself. He also repairs his own tools. 

Speaking of repairs, he fixes bikes. He has a wide collection of them, and he’ll repair them, or even sometimes build them from scratch, on his own. It’s his favourite hobby, outside of working out and fighting, and he considers it almost a form of meditation. His bikes are his babies. 

He can also draw, and, from the brief glimpses of his work we see, he’s a pretty talented artist. We mostly just see the blueprints he makes, but the anatomy is clean, the lines are crisp, and it seems to have a slightly cartoon-y style, which is oddly cute to me. I dunno. 

Anyway, he's also a practising mortician. He does the whole embalming, dressing, and clean up process on his own, especially when Paul's not around. That requires a lot of knowledge of human anatomy, chemistry, and colour theory, among a lot of other things. It takes a LOT.

He’s canonically at least bilingual, speaking both English and Ancient Gaelige. (The second is mostly in his Ministry Era, but he does speak it on multiple occasions - including the chants in the Ministry theme song.) 

He’s a great fighter, which requires strategy, problem-solving, and a knack for quick thinking. If you can’t make plans, you can’t fight, simple as. If your opponent can outthink you, you’re going to lose. And he’s a damn good fighter. 

He’s also pretty people-smart, which surprises a lot of those who know him. There are a few examples of this. First off, again, he’s a funeral director. He has to know how to talk to grieving families, and if he does a bad job of that, the home goes under. Second, he’s really good at handling Kane. Yes, he loves his brother, but there’s more to it than just that. The way he talks to Kane - and I know I’ve said this before - is actually exactly how therapists recommend talking to people in abusive relationships. It’s not your fault, it’s okay, you’re safe, I’ll be here for you no matter what, you don’t have to choose between us, so on and so forth. When Kane messes up the Last Ride in their match against Kai and Tai, instead of getting mad at him, Taker pauses the match, shows him how to do it properly, and makes a point of expressing pride and approval when Kane gets it right, because he knows that’s what his little brother needs. Even outside of Kane, the other guys in the locker room have a tendency to listen to and respect Taker, and even go to him for advice. This is most obvious during the American Badass era, and even more so during the Invasion era. Vince, Chris Jericho, and a bunch of other guys say that they need Taker in meetings for anyone to take them seriously. This even extends to other eras - in the mid 2010s, Team Smackdown can’t agree to work together, so, after Edge and Jerry Lawler fail to get them to play nice, they call in Taker to make people behave. 

It works. 

Yes, he threatens to murder them, but it works. He deals with different people different ways. 

The last example I can give of this is how he deals with Shawn during the feud with Triple H that lead up to the infamous cage match. This is a brutal thing that mostly involves Hunter gaslighting the fuck out of Shawn to pit him against Taker. Interestingly, Taker in this feud mostly retaliates by trying to build Shawn back up. Hunter convinces Shawn that Taker is shit-talking Shawn behind his back. This drives Shawn to yell at Taker, retaliate to how he thinks Taker is talking about him, and Taker doesn’t yell back. You can tell he’s annoyed by the whole thing, but he keeps it pretty reeled in, all things considered, and tells Shawn that Shawn should know him well enough by now to know he would never talk behind anyone’s back - but Hunter would. This culminates later in a face-off between Hunter and Taker, with Shawn standing by. Hunter was trying to get in Shawn’s head again, Taker comes out, and gives one of my favourite lines of his  - “Remember when I said that Shawn was better than you? … He is.” And leaves at that. It’s great on both ends, because he knows that’s what Hunter hates most, he knows Hunter’s insecure as hell behind the front he puts on, and more than that, he also knows it’s what Shawn needs to hear - and saying it in front of Shawn means Hunter can’t say it didn’t happen. 

He’s a manipulative bastard when he wants to be, that deadman. 

But, yeah. All this to say, he’s clearly demonstrated high intelligence in a number of different areas. As for where he learned it all, in most fields, he’s largely self-taught. Mortuary sciences, carpentry, smithing, he started to learn that from his parents, yeah, but he was twelve when they died. He got a lot of hands-on experience, he watched them his entire life, but again, he was twelve. He only had so much time, and there was only so much his parents would let him do at that age. Motorcycle repair, that’s self-taught. The Gaelige, he started learning that from his mother, picked it up later from some residents of the Yard (and the Morrigan, who is only there sometimes and doesn’t fully count). The fight smarts, that’s self-taught. It had to be. You either learn to fight, or you wake up in the crypt again. And his people smarts, I think it’s a mix of self-taught and learned. Some of what he’s working with, you can’t be taught, you have to just be the right person for it. Some of the kinder aspects, again, he learned from watching his parents. He learned from watching them with each other, with him and Kane, with the grieving families the home served before the fire. Some of it is, again, just who he is under all the emotional armour. The mean stuff… Well, that’s the same way. Except he learned it from Paul. He learned it from Paul, and Ted, and even Vince to some degree, and the people they dealt with. 

He learned a lot from them. 

[xhxnne]

🌿 (for Tai & Hyunshik)

Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

Hyunshik wore a soft smile while staring at Tai, his hand fiddling with the empty glass in front of him. The conversation, though entertaining, wouldn't go any further. It was time to head back to the rented apartment. And so ended the last business event of the year.

The luxurious dinner, the various conversations, and the financial interests had to stay in the hotel where the event had taken place. This time Tai was the only one with him, but all three of them would be together again in a couple of days.

The car ride lasted 10 or 15 minutes long, their surroundings were calm, and both tried to be as quiet as possible while going up to the apartment. Hyunshik tugged on his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, his shoes had to stay at the entrance.

The man scanned the place, a few Christmas decorations made the place feel cozier, appropriate to the occasion, of course. With another scotch in hand, he went to the window to look outside. "Thank you for coming with me. I know those events are exhausting, but I must admit, they gave us quality food." As he spoke, Tai only looked above him. Curious as to what caught his eye, he also looked up.

"Is that a...?" He laughed. "What was the tradition?" Asked, pretending (obviously) that he was clueless but his smirk gave him away.. He used a hand to pull the other closer, pinning him against the wall, and after taking a close look at him closely, he pressed his lips against Tai's.

@notfrsale

[heyitskai2]

thank u for the tagggg!!!

H - headfirst for halos (mcr)

E - everlong (ff)

Y - you might have noticed (tai)

I - i dont love you (BONUS: interlude) ((both mcr))

T - to forgive (SP)

S - sodium (tai)

K - karma police (radiohead)

A - after the last midtown show (tai)

I - i am my own muse (fob)

2 - two slow dancers (mitski)

@imdressinguplikeacrow @purplesunsettia @something-universe (AND ANYONE ELSE I MISSED 😘)

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Tagged by @sailforvalinor, and thank you this looks like fun!

Remember and Proclaim (Andrew Peterson)

All I Ask of You (Jackie Evancho)

Innocence (Nathan Wagner)

Níl Sé'n Lá (Celtic Woman)

I Still Need a Savior (Billy Sprague)

No Strings (Ed Sheeran)

Take Me Back Road (Tim & the Glory Boys)

How Great is Our God (Chris Tomlin)

Everything Sad is Coming Untrue (Jason Grey)

El-Shaddai (Amy Grant)

Voice of Truth (Casting Crowns)

Endlessly (Amaranthe)

Not Alone (Red)

I'm an Open Road (Paul Brandt)

Never Leave Your Side (Sam Tinnesz)

Good to Be Alive (Skillet)

Hoo boy, can I think of sixteen people?

@griseldabanks @kraytwriter @kingofattolia @catkin-morgs @clawedandcute @nerdychristianfanboy @steampunk-archer @sergeanttomycaptain @smhalltheurlsaretaken @scribblermerlin @authortobenamedlater @stainedleather @mrtobenamedlater @mrgartist @get-loved-nerd @a-fount-of-blessings (Ignore if this is a repeat tag. Unless you want to do it again. Up to you. :)

[harrys-bf]

Fake social media | H.S x fem!reader (she/her)

A/N: Not proofread! As usual please send some feedback💌 so i know u liked it!! Also, you cannot take my work and put it in another platform, thanks <3

I only did this for fun tbh, so it might be shitty, still took me two hours to make but as long as i get to post more shit im fine 😭

Face claim: Ashley Moore!!

liked by harrystyles, zendaya, and 2,468,762 others

@yourinstagram: He fell after this pic was taken 💀

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@harryfan1: PLSS, DO YOU HAVE A PIC OF WHEN HE FELL???

@yourinstagram: unfortunately I don’t but he fell so funny tbh, the poor man had a little cut on his hand and now he has a scar 😭😭

@harrystyles: No need to share my embarrassing and vulnerable moment.

@yourinstagram: ayee you mad🥱

@harrystyles: Can you like… not?

@youinstagram: I don’t think i know what youre talking about to be honest 🤨

@harryfan3: HELP THIS TWO ARE SO FUNNY

y/nfan1: PLS Y/N ILYSM 😭😭

@harryfan5: She’s so disrespectful, Harry just asked her not to post this kind of things and she doesn’t care🙄

@gemmastyles: This is just how they treat each other, this isn’t your relationship, mind your business

@yourinstagram: dang 😭

harry&y/nmyparents: PURR GEMMA💅💅💅

liked by yourinstagram, gemmachan and 5,752,816 others

@harrystyles: my muse.

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@yourinstagram: i love you so much <3

@harrystyles: I love you more.

@1dfan: You guys warm my heart i swear 💖

@harryfan7: lindos mis papis <33 (translation: my parents are so cute)

@y/nfan: If I don’t have this kind of relationship, I don’t want anything 💔

harryfan8: fr

@taylorswift: You guys are so cute!!

( liked by harrystyles )

@yourinstagram: we love you tay!! 💞

harryfan3: I really love this kind of interactions, it warms my heart sm 😩

y/nfan1: ^^ FRR SAME

@gemmachan: I love you both so much!

( liked by harrystyles )

@youinstagram: AND WE LOVE YOU

@gemmastyles: When’s the wedding?

@harryfan: PLSSS, EVEN GEMMA IS WAITING FOR THE WEDDING

@y/nfan: who isnt waiting for the wedding? everyone at this point is rotting for them 😭

@yourinstagram: @harrystyles yo?? fr when’s the proposal? 🧐

( liked by harrystyles )

@pillowpersonpp: Awww💖💖

@yourinstagram: MWAH *kiss* 😚

@harryfan1: I love that y/n is always trying to reply to people in the commets and never leaves behind any kind of celebrity

@y/nfan5: ^^^^IKR

liked by harrystyles, lilireinhart and 3,634 others

@yourinstagram: golden.

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@yourbestfriend: YOU LOOK AMAZINGGG!!!

@yourinstagram: ILYY

@y/nfan: MOMMY👹👹👹

harryfan9: Harry is so lucky to have her

( liked by harrystyles )

@harryfan9: HOLYYY HARRY LIKED THIS

@harryfan2: Im not surprised, that man has been head over heels since he met her 😭

@annetwist: You look amazing darling!!

@yourinstagram: thank you so much anne!! ily

@annetwist: I love you too dear 💗

@harryfan1: i can rest in peace after this interaction 😩💞

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@harryupdates: Harry with y/n yesterday at oregon!!

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@harryfan1: PLS why are they in oregon?

@harryupdates: i think theyre there for some type of photoshoot for y/n

@y/nfan5: aww and he went with her, how cute😩

@harryfan6: Me and my sister didn’t want to interrupt them so we didn’t come up to them and they seemed so grateful for that, im just happy I got to see them for a while <3

@harryfan3: How did they seem to you?

@harryfan6: They seemed pretty happy together and harry was in a way looking romantic tbh, he kept his hand at her waist or at the back of her neck playing with y/n’s hair, istg they were so cute, they were laughing all the time and the way he looked at her was absolutely amazing, i literally have never seen someone so in love 😭

@y/nfan8: they really do deserve each other 😭💔

@harryfan6: that’s so cute, im kinda jealous but y/n is bae so Im not really upset😩

@harryfan5: ^FR

@harryfan8: ^^IKR

@harryfan2: ^^^we all feel that way bestie 😭

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@yourinstagram: photo dump of the week!!

@harrystyles: pls you know you’re not supposed to post the last photo right?

@yourinstagram: damn, am i in trouble? @jefezoff

@jefezoff: damn it y/n

@yourinstagram: umm what do i do now? @harrystyles

@harrystyles: HAHAHAHAJ

@harry&ynfan4: PLS Y/N WHAT DID YOU DO

@adele: You look lovely my dear y/n!

@yourinstagram: i love you so much, thank you!! <33

@harrystyles: and I don’t look lovely too adele? why does it only have to be her? im on the post too.

@yourinstagram: you’re so dramatic, when YOU post a pic about YOURSELF in YOUR profile then everybody will tell you you look lovely, but that is until you post something so it will be in a couple of years 🙄

@harryfan6: PLS NOT Y/N CALLING HARRY OUT

@harrystyles: she’s so wild.

@yourinstagram: and you’re still with me, i wonder why.

@harrystyles: i wonder why too

@harryfan8: WHAT ARE THEY EVEN TALKING ABOUT

@harryfan6: I have no idea but im loving it 😭

[localhornist]

And time for Day 7 of @rosebird-week ‘s Rosebird week, Promises/Betrayals

As always, ao3 link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41936106

Also school killin me rn so day 8 is probs gonna be a few days late😖

“Raven, stop scratching at it, the collar’s fine.”

“But it’s not. It feels crooked, and if it looks crooked when she comes, then-”

“Raven,” Raven stopped pulling at her black collar at Qrow’s flat tone, as he gave her a thoroughly exhausted stare. “You look fine. Seriously. And I’m pretty sure Summer’s gonna drop dead seein’ you in a suit, no matter how the collar is.”

Raven mused his words over, taking her hand from the collar to scratch her neck, looking back to where guests were beginning to filter in, no doubt guided by Oscar and the Schnee boy, or one of the other ushers. Raven chuckled thinking of them. “Honestly, I don’t think this would be going so well without all the kids’ help.”

“Hmph, you tell me. Speaking of,” Qrow leaned past Raven. “Hey, Yang! Is the sword okay?” Yang looked over from where she’d been talking with blake, rolling her eyes and placing a hand on her waist.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s okay. Don’t worry yourself to death,” at his lack of amusement, she held up an intricately decorated, curved scabbard. “See?” Qrow just sighed. Raven chuckled at the two’s antics, nudging him in the side. “Hey, I wouldn't’ve chosen her if I didn’t trust her. And we’ve got Clover keepin’ an eye on them, anyway.”

“Somehow, he doesn’t reassure me.”

“Really? After so long with each other, I’d thought you’d trust him with anythin’.” She laughed at his unamused expression. “Hey, be careful. You’re gonna be in my spot with him eventually, worry wart.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

The two meandered for a while longer, keeping an eye out as more guests filtered in and sat down. Tai soon enough came rushing in, Qrow mocking the celebrant for being late, earning him a hit on the heads with the book of vows. As he nursed the ache given, Tai and Raven took to small talk, though Tai made sure to take the chance to embarrass Yang with mentions of ‘Taking notes for her’s and Blake’s turn’. As the ushers still outside came in, however, the group knew it was time, and took their places. Yang and Qrow stood off to the right. Raven took her place in the centre, Tai just behind with the vows ready. The groom's people took their seats at the front.

And then, the music began. And the assembled crowd grew into a hushed silence.

And she walked in.

Summer was in a rather simple wedding dress, as she’d preferred, coloured in white and lined with red. Maria led her, taking the parent role after mentoring the woman for years, though not anymore. Ruby was closed behind, grinning happily whilst covering a shield decorated with a rose, with other bridesmaids in toe, Weiss looking slightly exhausted from all the organising. Clancy followed with Robyn keeping an eye on her, as the silver and red-eyed girl scattered petals behind them. The music began to soften as the party came to the front, the various bridesmaids filling in their seats, as Ruby stayed alongside her mother. Maria gave Raven a warm smile, of empathy or reassurance or both, she couldn't tell, then nodded, letting go of Summer’s arm, and standing to the side. As they did, the music finally fell silent. Tai broke it, clearing his throat.

“Family. Friends. Today we are gathered here to celebrate the union of two people, close to us all. A union of mind and spirit, so that the two may walk together not just as two bodies, but as one soul.” He held out a hand to one, then the other. “Raven Branwen, and Summer Rose.”

“As most of you will know, I’ve known both Raven and Summer for a long time. Which is odd, given how blindsided I was by being chosen to do this by them. Granted, I’m the only person they know with a law degree, but I’d have thought they knew me better than to trust me with this, given the number of juicy things I have on these two.” That earned him a laugh from the crowd, as Summer giggled whilst Raven just rolled her eyes.

“But, that’s for later. For now, I hope to honour them both and join them in a union I know from my beacon days they’ve both longed for. Of course, if there are no objections.” No one stood, and he chuckled. “Good. I’d rather not have to witness Qrow’s scythe skills on today of all days. Now then,” he gave a nod to Yang, who stopped forward, handing the sword to Raven, who presented it to Summer, hilt first. “On this day, I give you the sword of my family, so that we may one day grant it to our own.” Though it felt formal, Raven couldn't help but notice the irony, considering either Clancy or Ruby would be the ones to inherit it. Something told her it would continue to collect dust.

Summer took the sword carefully, swapping it with ruby for the shield. “Thank you. And I, too, present you with this shield, so that our union will be kept safe from all woes.” Raven took it, nodding as a smile crept up her face, barely noticing Yang take the shield.

“Now then, it is time. Raven?” At his prompting, Raven took from a necklace around her neck a small ring, decorated with red and black gems. “Summer. We’ve... had ups and down. Many of them. When we met, and for a long time afterwards, I would try to push you away, shut myself off. Yet you kept coming back, and, eventually, you helped me break my walls, see myself for who I was and who I wanted to be. Even when I closed myself back in again, time and time again, you still never gave up hope. Never gave up that I would keep those walls up. And it’s that hope that helped me do so.”

Her voice began to grow shaky, and she stopped for a moment to catch her breath, wiping a tear away even as Summer felt her own growing. “And I promise you, for as long as my soul stays on this land we call home, I will keep them down. And I will build something new, with you to enjoy it alongside me.” Summer nodded shakily, smiling warmly through the prickling tears.

“Thank you. Summer?”

Slow, calm breath filled the room, as Summer, too, readied herself. She took her own ring from her necklace, decorated with red and white. “I, I feel I’m somewhat the same. From our first interaction, we didn’t get along, butting heads throughout beacon. But, as I got to know you, I saw small things. But they showed something grand. Wonderful. The real Raven, not the Branwen she presented herself as. And I fell in love with her. How could I not?

And I kept falling in love with her. Through the trials and tribulations, through the best and worst, I stayed for her. And I’m so glad I did, so I could see her stand in front of me today.”

Tai nodded, smiling at them both. “Now then, with the exchange of vows and rings, the two may become one, in heart, mind and coil. Summer, do you take Raven to be your partner, through highs and lows, through joy and loss?” She smiled, looking into those crimson eyes, barely holding back tears. She nodded. “I do.” She slipped the ring onto Raven’s hand, holding to close.

“And do you, too, Raven, take Summer to be your partner, through all of life’s tribulations, from highs to lows, and from joy to hardship?” And so too did crimson look into Silver, smiling through small tears of joy. She nodded, sliding the ring onto her beloved's hand, feeling the warmth as the two rings touched. “I do.”

“And so, I am glad to pronounce the two of you joined in marriage - wife to wife!”

The ensemble guests erupted into a chorus of cheers, as Summer immediately pulled Raven into a kiss, making Yang chuckle until Qrow hinted that she should be taking notes for her time, which earned him an elbow to the gut.

The pair, hand in hand, soon made their way down the aisle, grinning, and only seeing one another, as cheers and claps echoed around them. They stepped through the doorway to the outside, eye to eye and hand in hand.

With a promise in their hearts, and a world to face. Together in heart, mind and soul, as so many times before.

[messwriting]

THE SMUT PILE SECRET SANTA

Golden Eyes

Demon!Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader  

Rating: E for explicit | Don’t read this if under eighteen.

Note: HOE HOE HOE INDEED! HAHAHAHA 

This is my secret santa gift for my dear elf Alisha -- @rivendell101​! I do hope you enjoy, I just tried to channel all of Kuroo’s wicked energy into this and sprinkled it with our beloved monsterfucking. Sorry for all the questions, I just wanted to surprise you but also include only things you’d like. ;-; Hope you enjoy and MERRY SMUTMAS <3

Big thanks and lots of kisses to my dear Tay @deathcab4daddy who read this, betaed, and said it wasn't the train wreck I thought it was 😂🥺😘💕

Warnings: This is loosely inspired by the manhwa DEAR DOOR, by Pluto, from which the art above is also from (Satan is fucking hot)! Monsterfucking - Demon. Use of tongue and tail in a very uh naughty way. Magic makes you horny at some point (tho i don’t think is dub-con?), but just to be sure Magic Manipulation. Assplay with tongue and finger penetration. Denials, oh so many denials. Sprinkle of spanking. Soft pain play. Overstim. Oral sex. Rough sex. CHOKING. BITING. MARKING. Demon uhhhh lure? aijaisajisj He’s seducing you with his devilish powers. CORRUPTION. RELIGIOUS BLASPHEMY (sorry jesus).

Word count: ~7.4k. I can’t write anything short, why?!

“So… you’re a demon?” You ask, weirdly not completely panicking over the fact that this brick wall of a man showed up out of nowhere in the middle of your living room as if this were just another Sunday night. The stranger smiles your way with a lopsided grin and the shivers that run through your body seem to support his affirmation.

“Did the horns give it away?” The dark-haired demon asks, with a smile that could make him the single male model of some sin’s propaganda. Your eyes flick to his tail, long and thick, moving calmly in waves behind him, and come up to the unbelievably wide black wings sprouting from his back and threatening to blow a hole in your ceiling. 

“Sure,” You say while your eyes come back to his face, taking a second look at the long, twisted black horns sprouting from his high forehead and mixing with his thick raven hair. “Let’s say it’s the horns.”

He snickers but his golden stare is very much sharp on you. Even before it pinned you in place you had found that your legs had begrudgingly refused to move in front of the massive presence in your living room. 

“You’re an interesting little thing, aren’t you?” He muses out loud, his arms crossing in front of his body while one hand cradles his own face while he looks down at you. The gold irises glint in the dark like a beacon, the small crystal-like black pupil like that of a wild animal. “Normally people would have been screaming by now. Or passing out. Maybe running.” He doesn’t move from where he stands, but his sentient tail floats over to you, lightly caressing the side of your face as a child stroking their pet; it moves under your chin, over your jaw and cheekbone, pats your hair back, and comes to circle your throat. 

It doesn’t squeeze -- but the threat is pretty much clear.

“I don’t think my legs can move.” You tell him in a breathless voice, panic eating away at the corners of your sanity the more you stare at the insanity in front of you. A monstrosity of man with a tail and wings to crown it swaying in your living room as if it’s all okay, as if this is real life. You shudder in place, a whole-body wave of dread that moves along your body and makes you tremble as all the hair on your being stands in place. He grins down at you, wicked and pretty, a cheshire air of mischief in the way his golden irises glint in the dark background of his eyes and mingle with the dim lit room to go with the roll of white pearls of sharp-looking teeth in his mouth.

“Am I dreaming?” Your thoughts escape from your lips in a breath as his tail grounds you to reality, burning hot and heavy around your neck. It contrasts awkwardly with the image in front of you, which your brain keeps trying to deny as true, but the weight of his tail pulls you from the edge of disbelief and pins you in place, your limbs turning cold as you feel unable to move. “Or am I going insane, somehow?”

“Do you think your brain is failing you, little one?”

“Well, seems like the logical reason why there’s a winged man in my living room. With horns and-- a tail.” Your voice stops and you gulp right before your eyes snap once again to his devilish black and golden eyes. “Wait. Are you a demon? Is… a demon in my living room?” The more you speak the least sense it makes. The thing in front of you seems to be very amused by the twinges of panic and disbelief coloring your voice and expression. “Why?”

He smirks and his wings do a fluttering thing before they curve inside his back, two massive black things even when they’re closed. “Must be your lucky day.”

You snort even through your scared haze. “Not exactly what one thinks when considering demons.”

“Ah, bad rep.” Kuroo says and he floats as if he’s sitting on a chair, his legs crossing as he supports an elbow on his thigh and his face on his hand. It’s both parts unnerving and enthralling, and you’re struck with the fact of how big he is once again. “God’s marketing team is hella good. We get the rep for everything going on now-- the crops died? Oh, the devil. Psycho kid? Demoniac. Fucked up government? Send from hell. Sex? Devilish.” He sighs, his pretty lips jutting in a pout as his beautiful face falls into a tired mask. “It’s tiresome to be the poster-boys to all things wicked.”

“Well, seems like you do the part just fine.” You hide yourself through some small sarcasm, as you grumble the remark.

“Hah.” His sharp teeth flash in the dark at the barked laugh, a gasped sound as if he truly found your remark funny. “We get used to it,” He nods your way and then shrugs, a never-leaving smirk on his lips. “And I like the style.”

“Sure,” you say, despite the clear unconvinced tone of your voice as your eyebrows shut up slowly, eating the distance from your hairline until you blink and tiptoe around your next words, “not to be rude, Mr. Demon--”

“Call me Kuroo.” He cuts you off charmingly, as one would in flirting; a playful arch in his brows as his smile spreads just that bit more over his face. You just now realize the appeasing traces of it, the sharp angle of his jaw, the high of his square cheekbones, and the elegant line of his nose; then your eyes fly over the protruding circles of his horns, and your eyes go round almost involuntarily. 

“Okay…” It breaches your lips along with a puff of breath. You blink a few times before continuing, still doubting your own eyes as they thread over the massive monster in front of you. You wonder if he’d look better if he’s bent to your height, but then again that wouldn’t do much about those broad shoulders, engulfing your wall where he stands. “Not to be rude, Mr. Kuroo, but…” you steady yourself with a deep breath before continuing, your hand flying to press against your eyes before you can reopen then and see the exact same thing from before -- a demon in your house. “What the fuck you’re doing here, exactly?” 

He smiles, pleased with your cussing, apparently. Then his eyes turn focused, predatory,  and they’re locked on you.

“I’ve come to offer a deal, little one.”

“A deal?” You parrot, lost in the pull of those golden eyes.

“Yes,” Kuroo smirks, lips splitting unnaturally over sharp canines. He keeps floating in his position, face supported on a big, clawed, hand. “And a quite good one, too.” 

“You… You’re at my home, to offer me a deal, right after the small rant on Devil’s bad marketing.” You list the things, doubt thick in your voice.

Kuroo smiles, but it looks wrong. “Yes, dear.” 

“Okay,” You risk, though it comes out as a question. Kuroo seems pleased, though. “Go ahead, I guess?”

“I need something from you.”

“Oh shit, is this the soul thing?” Your eyes widened again, hands coming to stand protectively in front of you even as you doubt you could do much to fend him off if he wanted to do you harm. “I’ve seen Supernatural, I’m not selling my fucking soul okay?!”

“Chill, kitten, I don’t really mind your soul.” He’s rather nonchalant, golden eyes completing a circle along his eyeballs before they fall once again on you while Kuroo comes out from his floating position to pace calmly over to you. Then, his sharp teeth split his face wickedly in two, an alluring characteristic in the way his lips form an overconfident grin as he bends over you in your place on the couch. “It’s your body I’m interested in.”

“My… body?” 

“Have you ever heard of hell portals?” His face engulfs your line of vision as his tail angles your head back to look up at him, a clawed finger gliding over your jawline at that.

“No? Should I? Who do you think I am to know about hell doors?” It happens again, your thoughts slipping through your lips at the same rate as you think them, the sarcastic tone of your mind also dripping out much as if that had been your intention all along. 

He seems rather happy at that, too.You wonder if he’s prying the truth from you somehow. “Well, you’re one.”

“What?” You ask, stupidly, as his face gets further from you and he straightens back into his full height.

“A door, to hell.” Kuroo finishes, cheerfully. It looks, once again, wrong on his face, as if it's more of a threat than a joke. 

 The seconds pass by as falling rocks over metal, loud and rattling, a restless moment in which you keep staring at the monster --demon-- face and even as his horns stay in place and his curved wings twitch, it stills feels wholly detached from reality; an insane, out of this plane moment in which you doubt your whole being - your eyes and your ears and your brain and your skin, where the weight and warmth of his tail still surrounds your neck.

“Now I know I’m losing my mind.” You murmur to yourself as you can’t make peace between reality and, well, this reality. 

“Ah, you humans are such disbelievers. I’m here in front of you, saying you’re a portal, and you still doubt your own eyes as if they’re the origin of your offense.” Kuroo mocks you, crossing his arms in front of his body and for a second your eyes linger on the blackness of his clawed hands, the weird way they’re shaped as if something is enveloping them, elongating claws on the point of his fingers with the color of a moonless night. Still, the acidic tone in his voice makes you perk up with infuriating annoyance, and it seeps from you at the same rate as it fills you. 

“Well, sorry if it’s hard for me to believe I’m a fucking hell portal.” You sass him, fiery eyes closing on gold. It’s even more annoying that he smiles through your taunt. “Ten minutes ago I didn’t even believed in hell.”

“You can keep doubting if you want. Aren’t you doing so even when you see me here? All I need is passage and then you’ll be free to doubt once again,” his eyes glow brighter as he closes in on yours in a way that has you swaying in place, a vexatious air around him that’s unmistakable; but then again he is a demon, so maybe that’s just the norm. “That is… if you want.”

A shiver runs down your spine at the promise in his voice, and your own trembles when you ask, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That this can be a one-time thing -- or not.” 

You blink, a bit lost. 

“What’s this, exactly?” Your brain pulses in pain at the quantity of information it has to make sense and still try to understand. It’s too much and soon you’re pressing your hands on your face in frustration, “Dude, you’re not making sense.”

“It’s easy.” Kuroo says and suddenly you’re yanked up by thin air, floating in front of his fingers at his will as he twirls your body in the air as if you’re some sick kind of roulette. “Inside you, there’s a portal. I’ll activate it, and go to hell. In exchange, I’ll give you something.” As he speaks, clawed hands slowly and maliciously thread over the valley of your breasts and then down your middle, his golden eyes like a lighthouse to your wandering attention. “Something I know you desire, but you may not even know so. May not even accept yourself.” As his fingers approach the appex of your sex, you’re rounded in the air abruptly and set right on your feet in front of him, safe and sound and dizzy, feeling like prey to those eyes. “It may be this single time, or, if you accept my deal, it can be more.”

You breathe some big gulps of air before speaking in a wavering voice, “Something I wish? And you won’t tell me what that would be?”

“Essentially, you know. You just may be in… denial.” His eyes flash that golden glint once again, twirling molten pools of liquid sun on his face. Their constant, slow motion never-ending circles seeping inside your consciousness, making your mind blank, slowly flowing into a haze in which you feel lost but safe; warmth flowing from it over you as if you’re being dipped in melted honey, weighted down but comfortable, as moving against warm waves in a tropic beach. 

It tips from your mouth as you’re swimming in the molten pools of gold, pulled out from your body as the warm breath from your lungs, heated and pliant. “Okay.”

The spell crashes as his grin spreads through his face, the self-satisfied smirk of a cat who got its prey. Just as you’re burning in embarrassment and ready to cancel whatever that was you just said yes to, a sudden wave of warmth spreads from your face to your feet, your hair undulating at the force it hits you, and travelling so quickly you can feel the way your toes curve while a buzz crosses them, a pleasant but foreign thrill settling in your bones. You send him a nasty glare. 

“The fuck have you done to me?”

“Me? Nothing, kitten.” Kuroo tells you but everything from his expression, to his stance and the fucking satisfied smirk he sports tell you it’s a lie. Your glare turns worse. His lips are curved up in a telling manner but he concedes with a tilt of his head.  “I just lowered your inhibitions, relax.”

“Why would you do that?” The questions zap from your mouth just as you think it, and in a fleeting thought you wonder if that isn’t exactly what he meant. 

“I told you, I’m going to give you what you want.” Kuroo says as he stops in front of you, a sexy, powerful sway in the way he moves and towers over you that you can’t help but appreciate. “But I need you to accept your darker wishes,” It’s a murmur, raspy in his deep voice, and you breathe the words in as the indecent, luscious feeling swell inside your being and seems to find it’s home in your chest-- and drip from your sex. “And then embrace me.”

“I don’t want you.” You tell him, but it comes breathless, weak, and as Kuroo’s golden eyes pierce yours, you can feel as he pinpoints your lie. 

“Then let’s change that, shall we?” 

He wastes no time in maneuvering you into his arms, pulling you through thin air until his feral hands close around your middle and neck. Kuroo tilts your head back while grazing a single clawed finger over your pulse-point and up to your jawline, and then his breathing comes loud and misty against your bared skin. 

“Wait--” You plead as your breath comes in long puffs and when you wet your lips before continuing, a freakishly long, wet and hot tongue comes to lick a big stripe of your skin and you yelp loudly, “-- the fuck!” 

Kuroo, on the other hand, literally hums approvingly and brings his nose to glide over your skin, soft breathing as his hands pull you closer into his massive chest. You realize now, at the proximity,  just how big and broad he is, somehow between terrifying and uncanningly acceptable. 

His body runs hot, the temperature difference between yours quite clear when your skin feels so heated by his touch, clothes you found nice now feeling constricting the more of you that touches him. 

The planes of his chest are hard and toned, lean muscle and strength as he moves you up without effort, your feet dangling way above the ground and still no hint of struggle as he supports your weight. As you get closer, those yellow irises centered in black globes seem to pry inside your mind, big and all encompassing; it makes something coil in your chest, much like panic but tame as agitation.

“Wait--” You breathe out and look down, shocked at the distance you found yourself from the ground. Something crawls from your chest as a distressed groan, “I--” 

Kuroo tilts your head back and -- not without sending you a smirk -- delves down to close your lips together.

Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this -- you’re swept away by the kiss, amazed at how well your mouths work together, how perfectly plush and soft his thin lips feel on yours, how pleasing the motions of his tongue are against yours, how tasteful his movements are, and before long, you’re breaking the kiss but because you need to breathe, to pull some air inside yourself to battle the haze settling in your mind.  

It does nothing to aid you though.

Your body feels achingly flushed, avid, weirdly pliant and it is with mild surprise that you feel yourself drooling inside your panties. Something tells you to be indignant, to kick him, to bite and claw, but instead you’re sighing the weakest of noises, spiralling back to his expert lips, falling deeper inside the slow seduction that this demon offers.

Kuroo moves you calmly, his big, searing hot hands threading across your body and working goosebumps in it’s trail even as all he does is touch you over your clothes. Your hands, previously abandoned by the side of your body start to move up his body, spreading your small palms over his chest, and instead of pushing him off, you’re pulling him closer, opening your mouth wider, your legs hiking over his side as if you’re begging for the moment he’ll pick you up.

“Hmm, what a nice little thing you are.” Kuroo murmurs over your lips, taking in the wrecked expression you sport with just a kiss. “So honest, too.” His claws glide over your thigh, hiked on his side. It doesn’t hurt, but the feeling of something sharp sliding against your skin makes your heart rate pick up and your panties grow wetter.

“You’ll like this too, kitten, don’t worry.” His syrupy voice enchants you as he hooks a razor-sharp claw on the side of your shorts, threads up slowly and precise until the ripping sound breaks through your haze. When you look down, your hooded eyes turn wide, taking in the fact he just ripped your shorts and how easily they slide to the ground once they’re free from your hiked leg. The panties stay, but they’re not exactly much. 

“Hey!” You turn to look up at him, puffed cheeks in indignation, and one of his hands yanks your head back, angling your body in a arch as his other hand glides over your thigh to your lower belly, sharp thumb swiftly climbing up your body and with such, ripping your comfy t-shirt. The feeling of something scratching along your middle and the valley of your breasts make your breathing catch up on your lungs, too afraid it will press enough to hurt if you move. You never knew a menace could be this seductive.

Still, the anticipation coils inside you, pours from between your legs as your skin feels too small to hold all the feelings cursing to you, your breasts heavy and your lips falling open in a breath that Kuroo drinks from your lips, attentive and dedicated as his tongue comes out and slides over your lips.

His eyes glint in the dark, sharp and focused. 

“You know what? I think I’ll like you.”

 The air feels cold on your heated skin, especially when he holds you so close. Small trembles pass through your frame as you melt inside his kiss, falling deeper inside the pleasure he offers you and Kuroo barely started. Your nipples perk up without attention and when his rough palm rolls over them, their new-found sensitivity makes it impossible for you to not let out a sound. It’s something meek and surprised, but Kuroo seems proud of it and decided to pull more out of you. 

Magically, you’re yanked up, floating until your middle is at the height of his neck. 

“Hey! What are you doing?” Your head is millimeters from hitting the ceiling, your hands touching it as a way to protect yourself, you throw a nasty glare down at his face just for him to make a half-circle in the air and your upper body be launched behind. 

“No!” You’re laying on thin air -- your heart beating so fast your blood pulses in your head as you look over your shoulder and notices just how impossible is the situation going on, where you’re levitating a few meters from the ground. 

If he stops now, would you go down crashing? Would you die from such a fall? Questions swirl in your mind enough for you to forget whats going on - the way a sharp claw swiftly cuts the side of your panties - until something wet, firm and long prods on your dripping folds.

“What--” Your first action is to hitch your neck up so you can confirm that it is what you think it is, and, granted, Kuroo is slowly prying you open, his huge tongue threading on your most sensitive parts. As he laps a long stripe down your pussy, he looks up at you in flashing gold, seeming extremely pleased. 

Kuroo winks at you, depraved.

Your blood is rushing through your veins at such a haste that you feel dizzy, and your whole body is fervent as something very loud breaks through your lips as Kuroo’s tongue moves and presses on your slit, circles your clit, and moves in serpentine movements along your puffy cunt. 

You didn’t realize before how the texture of his tongue was a bit rugged but now you’re suffering the full extent of its benefits as he eats you out sloppily, enough that you’re dripping down on the carpet as his monstrously long and dexterous tongue plays with your cunt as if that’s his sole mission on earth. Kuroo hums against your clit, makes your whole body tremble with it, and at some point, he manages to press his tongue flat against your clit and still reach enough that it dips softly inside your entrance, slowly and deliciously prying the inner ring of your sex open, then broader.

You can’t help the noises falling from your lips and when one of his rough, clawed hands close around your breast, the pressure inside you peaks and you’re panicking at how close you are to your first orgasm, from his tongue alone, at an impossible long and sentient… demon tongue. 

But he retreats just as your mouth falls open, your throat constricted by the scream that instead becomes an indignated gasp. “Fuck--! I was--”

“Hmmm, I know.” Kuroo answers you, his hands coming to hold your thighs open as you tremble from the effort. His thumb pulls your cunt lips apart and his golden eyes glint, fierce and pleased at the same time. “Aren’t you an interesting plaything? Skyrocketing into pleasure head first when I was just getting a taste.” He licks his lips, his canines making an appearance as his ridiculous long tongue cleans his face and chin where your juices have leaked to. 

His grin should be illegal. “Delicious, by the way. But I’m not ready to end this so fast.”

“End this… fast?” You ask, still having difficulty in thinking straight when you’re floating up in the air with your legs spread open in front of his face, his thumbs spreading you open as if you’re his meal and he likes to play before eating.

“Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable.” Kuroo muses out loud and before you can blink you’re falling, screaming in your surprise until you bounce on the comfortable cushion of your bed. The air is knocked out of you in a oof, but Kuroo just looks down at you happily, his smile still looking mischievous as if that’s his whole personality trait.

You know what, maybe it is.

“Warn a girl.” You tell him, and he winks your way, just as he pulls your naked body to the edge of the bed.

“Consider yourself warned: i’m about to eat you up.”

His massive hands engulf you and arch your body into his eager mouth, where his tongue lavish at your sex in a way that has you feeling as if they everywhere and at the same time. The muscle is thick and long, firm as it presses from your entrance to your clit, as it rounds your sensitive spot and slithers down through your pussy lips, slurping it with his lips as his wicked tongue never stops its prodding.

One of his hands circles your body, closes around your breast and tweeks your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, painfully, deliciously, something obscene curling inside you at the way the feelings mix, the pain and the bliss and it doesn’t help that Kuroo moves his mouth to the sensitive and fragile skin of your inner thighs and build a whole trail of bite marks and throbbing hickeys. 

Something firm, large and hot slither up your body, circling a breast but finding it’s home at a circle around your neck -- his tail -- and the more vocal you become, the more it seems to close around your throat, your heart beating on your fingertips as they claw at anything of Kuroo’s you can reach, hazy and breathless at the way he discloses your wicked desires so plainly, the way his every move seems to discover layer after thick layer of temptations that you have hidden so deep with partners before.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” Kuroo coos to you when he presses a thick finger past the tight ring of your cunt. “So honest and eager,” It moves, prods, another one joins and soon they’re scissoring against your walls, opening your tender flesh so he can sink himself in further. 

The mere thought has you moaning out loud -- unbelievable and yet, you feel how your arousal drips from your cunt to your thighs.

 “Ahhhh~” Kuroo exhales as his tongue laps a long stripe of your juices. “So pure.” He says against your pussy lips, kissing them and then letting his long tongue slide further until it prods between the cheeks of your ass, immediately falling into circular motions on the furl of muscle. You yelp but midway it becomes an embarrassing moan. “This just makes me wanna ruin you more.”

It’s too much -- he has to know it’s too much, and as Kuroo curves his fingers just right inside your sloppy cunt and his tongue breaches just the tiniest bit the resistance of your ass, your eyes are falling open in huge plates, a long moan of his name on your tongue as you’re so close to cumming you can practically taste the high already.

“No, not now.” Kuroo chastises you as he retreats his tongue and fingers from you, the arch of your body ready to snap curling in a tremble of a denied release.

“Too soon, kitten. I want to savor this.” His tone comes out between pleased and patronizing, and it makes your cunt clench, empty. 

You heave, unfocused eyes blinking the wicked golden away. “What--” A deep breath. “What do you want from me?”

“Wrong question, kitten.” Kuroo tells you just as his massive frame bends over you, the wicked eyes seducing you in once again -- not that they ever stopped. “Now that I got a taste,” He murmurs practically against your lips, and you lick where his breath hits, captivated, “I want all of you.”

 He lets you fall on the bed once again and maneuvers your body without difficulty until your ass is high in the air and your thighs are spread, his tail lighter around your throat, fondly slithering on your jaw. His knee presses on the mattress until it squeaks and his hands massage from your thighs to your ass, prying it open and kneading it with hard, powerful hands.

“Beautiful.” He praises you and you swear your pussy throbs and flutters hard enough to make a gushing noise. By the way Kuroo snickers, it may be true. 

His tongue is the first thing you feel right after his laboured breathing on your cunt. It pries you open, thick muscle sliding inside you, big and wet and dexterous and you’re moaning against the mattress in seconds. 

Kuroo seems pleased even though all he does is hum, his large hands press on your back and the other opens your cheeks wide for his assault. Something hot prods your asshole, and you’re surprised at how careful his fingers can be while maneuvering the wetness left by his tongue there. They move slowly but surely as he presses and retreats, opening you from two fronts and still seemingly not enough.

He decides to change, his tongue coming out of your sex and then sliding to your ass as his thumbs open your lips for him to watch as he dips two big fingers inside your cunt. The stretch, the massive pleasure of being assaulted by both ends make you clench and cream around his digits, once again climbing up the familiar euphoric road. 

This time, however, Kuroo stops you differently.

His hard, heavy hand falls on your ass cheeks forcefully in what must be his intention of being light. You yelp loudly and groan, somehow caught between winding down and flying right over the edge. 

“Oh, hoho~” Sounds from his voice and he descends his hand once again on your ass, heavy and startling. It sounds so loud and so lewd in the empty room, your whole being burns in place, trembling from the effort of holding yourself in all fours and the pure elation growing inside you, spreading from your fingertips to the depraved center of your being. 

As the sting settles in your senses, it winds down your orgasm but makes a renewed wave drip from your cunt and down your thigh. You’re surprised at how it excites you, the pain, but fuck it still stings. His hand falls on your ass a couple more times but then his hot palms knead the stinging flesh, an exquisite feeling spreading over you as it throbs and burns and you melt.

“Ugh! Fuck!” You groan, biting the mattress, unable to tell him to stop and too embarrassed to tell him to keep going.

“You really are a nice plaything, aren’t you?” Kuroo asks but it seems as if it's more for himself, his digits collecting your wetness as he dips once again inside your cunt, spreading his fingers apart and sliding a third inside just as his thumb circles your clit lightly and you howl, sensitive and wanton, too eager into tasting bliss.

This time, at least you’re half-conscious he’s not letting you cum. Kuroo stops, leaving you clenching for something, anything and gives you nothing. His immoral smirk seems to sound in the air, much as the way his tail leaves your throat to circle your hair and yank you back, stuffing your open mouth with the fingers that were just inside you. You lap obediently at them and he groans in your ear, teeth nibbling at your skin. It’s almost as if he’s tempted.

“We’re almost ready, kitten.” He tells you with a hoarse voice, all sin and flames, “Hold on.”

“Ready?” You question poorly with a mouth stuffed of fingers, but he understands and nods your way, his tongue licking the spit that starts dripping from the corner of your mouth at how broad his fingers open it. 

You don’t see if Kuroo undress or if he just magically gets naked behind you, the startling thing being the incredible feeling of his hot skin on yours, the dazzling feeling of his hard planes of muscle on your back, the sublime sight of his skin marked by faint scars; When you feel the scalding, throbbing thick member at the side of your thigh, however, you have to look back. 

“Oh my God,” You murmur at the sight of his cock. It’s proportional to his form, but that just means it’s ridiculously big, a veiny, swollen thing that seems looming as it stands close to you, and it clicks in your slow mind just what he meant by almost ready.

“Nope, I’m on the other team here.” Kuroo grins at you as he turns you with your back on the bed, spreads you on the cushion until your thighs hurt from the effort. His tail sways behind him as if to paint a scene, and you realize his wings are nowhere to be seen now, “Though I do think it’s some kind of poetic justice to have you screaming and blaspheming jesus while I fuck you silly.”

The higher part of your cheekbones alights with flames at the implication and you gasp back the words you planned on speaking when Kuroo’s hand pivots your lower back up to his mouth and closes his efforts on your neglected clit as his freak thick tongue enters you in one go.

You cannot explain the sensation of such a soft muscle invading your walls, or the way in which it seems to focus so expertly on your weak spots, but you’re too wound up not to fall head first into rapture. 

When he stops this time, you actually curse him, in the most wrecked sound that has ever left your lips.

“Ughhhhhhh--Fuck you!”

The bastard laughs, debauched, then deposits a kiss over your pussy as his golden eyes fix on you. “Now you’re ready.”

Kuroo adjusts until you’re both at the bed, pulling you up on his powerful thighs until his cock bounces over your navel and reaches way too high for you to actually be calm. But then he retreats his hips, bent over you so his lips can steal the air from your lungs just as his large hand palms at your breasts and his tail slither by your side. 

“Try not to cum too fast, kitten.”

“Easier said than done,” you grumble back against his lips and let yourself fall into the ruthless ecstasy of being spread open on his cock. His lips thread on the side of your jaw, under your neck, biting and sucking on your skin as his hands divide themselves between holding you up and pawing at every bit of you they can reach.

Everything feels so good, as if he knows your inner thoughts by hint alone -- your toes curl at each newfound area that receives his onslaught, you’re contorting at how good his mouth feels on your pulsepoint as he slowly starts to sink his cock inside you. It’s a weird feeling, to feel so full and yet still so eager, but you’re welcoming him at each torturous inch he manages to squeeze inside your tight walls. Your body trembles from the effort, Kuroo’s tongue slides from your neck to your nipple as his hand climbs up and settles around your throat, his fingers enveloping your neck.

Your heart picks up enough that you feel it beating on your ears as you search for his eyes and finally you’re pinned in place under the sharp gold and their twisted intent. 

“Scream for god if you want me to stop.” Is the warning he gives you before his fingers start constricting around your neck, your airways blocked as your chest starts to heave. And in between the small twinge of anxiousness and alarm, you realize just how much that entices you, how much it makes you burn and crave. Somehow you feel corrupted, falling into desires that threaten to peel you apart and leave you exposed.

Kuroo’s cock keeps slowly stretching your insides and his tongue twirls your nipple, your lungs burning for air and your eyes rolling inside your skull as you skyrocket into blissful free-fall. 

“Oh, hell yes.” You listen but don’t register as your body seems to be crushed under the massive pressure of your climax, burning and bright, sound ringing in your head that you come to find out it’s from your hoarse moan, your breathing laboured as Kuroo allows you to suck in air during your peak.

It dawns on you as you’re coming back to your body that theres a twinge of soft pain indicating Kuroo has bottomed out, his muscular thighs pressing flush against yours, the feeling incredible but fuck so much right now. 

As Kuroo nestles himself entirely inside of you, you feel as if your focus shifts, the task to not concentrate all of your attention on the massive hot cock spliting you in two is difficult. Your body feels tight, and not just from your fluttering walls that are constricting around him.

Kuroo sends you a big smile above your head, twinkling eyes in the dark. “Now, hold on.”

You do your best to do so, your arms latching onto him with all the strength you can muster as his hips retreat and then slam back inside you. You’re jolted at each push and pull, the sensual motions so depraved as the noises echo in the room, and you’re dragged into the ferocious pleasure that threatens to overwhelm you, and despite the fact you’ve cum just few moments before, as his tail slides between your bodies and circles and pats at your clit, you’re screaming and, quite unbelievably, cumming again.

“Now we’re very ready.” Kuroo says in a grunt above you, shameless grin as his eyes do their golden thing once again. He lets you stop trembling, peppering small kisses along your collarbone until you’re breathing normally again, but something tells you you’re just being fooled. 

“What?” You tiredly question, the feeling of dread confirming your suspicion.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, little one.” Kuroo nudges at the side of your face, bites softly at the junction of your jaw. “Or we could have more. All you need to do is say yes and i’ll mark you nice and easy here--” His teeth softly nibble on your pulsepoint, “and you’ll be mine.”

“Oh, god.” 

“Haha, wrong again.” His eyes pierce yours, swirling gold as molten honey dripping over your body and weighting your mind down. “Go ahead, tell me what you want.”

It tips out, softly and raw, and you have to close your eyes to hide your emotion. “To belong.”

“Oh, my little thing.” Kuroo softly murmurs on your ear, “Belong to me, then.”

You’re swaying despite lying down, something big and heavy coiling inside your chest as you blink, “I don’t want to belong to someone who isn’t mine.”

It’s a big truth to leave out -- the need for companionship, but a mutual one, a lasting one, a trusting one. You don’t want to be alone, but you also don’t want to have someone who doesn’t belong to you, too. 

Kuroo just smiles, golden eyes on yours, melting you from the fierceness alone. “Exactly,” he speaks against your lips, the taste of his breath on your tongue and you eagerly gulp it down, wickedly licking at his lips. “But i’ll be yours, too.”

In your hazed state, that’s all you need to hear, so you just shyly nod -- and Kuroo growls, angles your head to the side, and sears a marking bite on your neck -- deep, and painful. You mewl, body arching into his touch, and his tongue laps at the fresh wound, making it nice and numb.

“Now, let’s go to the main course.” Kuroo gives you no rest, retreating his hips and slamming back inside. “Don’t forget to breathe!” He teases between your moans. 

Once the fucking starts, it’s a frantic mess, and it goes on forever until the mere feeling of Kuroo’s cock leaving your heat is enough to make you whimper at the loss. The feeling of him inside your walls, a thing that mingles with your being, seares your memory until you cannot remember the feeling of not being split open on his thick cock. As you melt away from the overstimulation of having no rest while Kuroo contently and incessantly keeps pistoning inside you, your painful pleasure mixes until you’re climbing into something that feels weirdly uncanny, your mind -- or is it your body? -- twirls inside itself as if there’s something more than just sweet release ready to burst out. 

Kuroo has made you both teeter on the edge of pleasure and fall into it so many times you can’t differentiate the feelings that come now, this sensation of something being pulled out of you like the many orgasms he caused.

“Hmmm… Yes, my time is coming.” Kuroo groans, his hips movements turning sloppy, apparently displeased with his fucking being cut short while you very much suck a thankful breath at being able to rest. Kuroo’s teeth descend on your neck once again, his hot tongue over the pulsating mark of his bite and you feel him shudder and groan your name as he finally - finally - peaks, the feeling of hot spurts spreading inside you. 

As he cums, Kuroo brings a finger to rub over your abused clit softly and between your oversensitivity and the fact he angles his fat cockhead to softly pound over your sweet spot as he sails his own climax, there’s very little you can do but be ripped apart in bliss, once again, by him. This time is weird. Even as pleasure keeps swirling inside you and building up with the eerie sensation, you can do very little but hold on and wait until the waves crash and pass and you can blissfully surrender into the darkness of exhaustion. 

However, the freakish sensation twirling inside yourself builds and builds until you’re light-headed from the feeling and you just then realize how you’re shining, and how Kuroo has disappeared.

You don’t even have it in yourself to panic. Your body feels heavy and used, spent in the best way possible, but still completely unused to such a frantic session as every muscle in your being throbs, and your eyelids weigh the world as they fall closed and you’re engulfed by darkness.

-

[bonus scene]

 When you wake up in the morning, you are engulfed in a nice blanket, dressed in some mismatched set of pajamas, feeling as if you just had the best sleep of your life - and a weird vivid dream to go with it. You’re blinking up to your ceiling, stretching on your bed and satisfied with how the knots break in small noises as you sit up, when you feel just how sore you are, how your body is heavy despite satisfied, how your thighs burn and your sex throbs. 

Everything crashes up on your mind way too fast, and you’re suddenly torn between passing out and bolting up, but as you try to get up your body falters and a big, hard, hot hand plants itself over your middle and pulls you right back at the bed. 

Of course, you scream.

“Shh, kitten, there’s people trying to sleep here, y’know?”

“What--How--What are you doing here?” You shriek, looking at what is definitely the demon you thought you dreamed, but in a way more humanized version if the absence of his horns, claws and massive wings are anything to go by. The golden eyes are sharp as ever, but no black background to them, and you can infer by that much that his sinful tail probably isn't around too.

The grin he sends your way gives you war flashbacks that make your skin prickle with goosebumps. 

“Well, yesterday was quite nice.” He tells you and you can feel your whole face burn from his tone alone. “So I decided that hell can wait a bit more while I have more fun with you.” His eyes flash with a weird energy, and Kuroo brings his fingers to glide over his bite mark at your neck. The throbbing mark you had forgotten about until now. “After all, you’re mine now.”

“Oh, fuck.”

You’re doomed.