#but that was the idea behind that bottom left one hehe

[baylardian-1]

Having that Protectors in Threshold AU brainrot agaaaaaiiiiiiiiin. :)

Just some stuff of her cooking and gardening and her return to the fleet and whatnot!

Part of me has the thought that like, Kathryn would have pumpkin cravings and would ask her mom to do things for her but Gretchen would make her go start the crops and everything herself. (Maybe being a little moody about Kathryn not disclosing her pregnancy with her mother until she needed to) Another part is like,,, Gretchen would probably bend over backwards to get her firstborn daughter what she wants and everything while she has her and Kathryn would help her out and get back into gardening. Another part is like, well maybe Gretchen started the pumpkins before Kathryn arrives on Earth lol. It's like a three to four month interval for pumpkins I think.

[alvojake]

How about pirate! Jungwon and mermaid! Reader? You can make it dark and stuff. Up to you 😘

「notes」 : bless you and your thinking anony, this is such a *chefs kiss* idea, I actually had a lot of fun writing it!! also, I would like to dedicate this to two of my lovely moots hehe, @yeonzzzn & @wondipity. I hope this feeds into your jungwon brain rot

Midnight Lagoon | Y.JW

「paring」 : pirate!jungwon x mermaid!reader 「word count」 : 1.9k

「synopsis」 : what you and jungwon had was nothing short of unethical, if you were to ask your people, that is. neither of you cared, though, which is how you find yourself waiting for the said man in the very cavern that had started everything, relishing in each other's company.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : unprotected sex (just don't), slight manhandling, teasing, cussing, making out, petnames (baby, princess...), praising, rough sex, mentions of marking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

The cavern was silent, save for the waves splashing against the shore. It had to have been late into the night. The only source of light was the bioluminescent algae that littered the cavern walls and ceiling. The algae illuminated the space in a soft blue, and the water almost glowed along with it. You lay out on the rocks, crimson tail dipping into the water, enjoying the feeling of the waves cascading across your scales.

Despite knowing the time, you knew that he would be here at any moment. You knew that as soon as his crew was all asleep, he would sneak away to come see you. It has become a routine since Jungwon first found you.

It’s a funny story, really. You had gotten caught in one of their nets when they were anchored in this very cavern. The string was far too tight for you to just rip away from, so you were stuck, fearing that your life was going to come to an end. You had heard the stories from your parents and the elders of the shoal. Pirates were not to be messed with; they would kill you on sight and take your scales to pawn off for a pretty penny.

So to say you were surprised when Jungwon found you and just cut you free would be an understatement. His hands were steady but careful as he wedged his blade between your tail and the net, slicing the dreadful contraption off of you. Even his voice was soft as to not alert those that were on the ship with him. His kind eyes and gentle hands intrigued you and you knew it was wrong, hell it was probably one of the worst things you could do in your life. But god, if you didn’t enjoy the thrill of it all. 

After those events, you stayed behind a cluster of rocks, watching and studying what they were doing. Your family had been worried sick about you all night long, but that was the least of your concerns right now. No, you wanted to actually talk to this man, even if it was the dumbest thing you’ve done. Curiosity has gotten the best of you.

So you waited… and waited… and waited. Finally, you saw Jungwon climbing off of the boat.

You tried to sneak up behind him, but for some miraculous reason, he sensed you there. His head turned, and his eyes bore into yours, peeking from the top of the water.

“I didn’t think a pretty thing like you would hang out around here.” His once soft voice now held a more sinister tone, but instead of getting scared… you were intrigued. Something pulling you towards him, like an angler fish going after the little light antenna on their heads.

That desire only grew from that night when he lured you out of the waters, watching as your tail morphed into human legs, leaving your bottom half completely bare to him. The complete ecstasy that his fingertips brought you left you gasping and begging for more. His dick reaching the most inner parts of your body that you hadn’t even known existed. By the time he was done with you, you had become addicted, wanting nothing more than to be in his embrace once more.

Thus began the little rendezvous, meeting in the very place where he first made love to you, much like what was happening now.

When Jungwon made it into the cavern, he wasn’t surprised at all to find you lying halfway in the water, your tail swishing softly under the surface. Your head was tilted back, eyes closed, enjoying the tranquility that this space brought you. He stopped once he was close enough to fully see you. Watching the way your damp hair cascaded down your back, small droplets of water still falling from the ends. His eyes trailed the length of your body, taking in your chest that was hardly covered due to the shell top you were wearing. Jungwon could feel his dick chub up at the sight alone.

Jungwon’s footsteps were careful and quiet, but you could still feel the vibrations under your fingertips. Your head turned slightly to look over at him, and the corner of your eyes crinkled slightly as a smirk spread across your lips.

“It took you long enough,” you teased the male as you pulled yourself further from the sparkling water. Your fingers wrapped around the pendant that lay between your collarbones, whispering a few soft words, allowing your tail to morph into human legs. Jungwon’s eyes stayed glued to your body, taking in the new skin that had just been revealed to him.

“I had to wait for everyone to fall asleep.” His voice was soft, unlike the dark look that glazed over his eyes. You carefully stood to your feet, but seeing as it's been a little bit since the last time you had to use your legs, your knees buckled, and you tumbled forward right into Jungwon's arms. “Even the sight of me has your legs weak, huh? I'm flattered.”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes before fixing your posture to wrap your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair. His face was merely inches away from yours, eyes boring into your own. He could smell the sea salt on your skin as he leaned closer to you, sealing your lips in a gentle kiss. 

“God, I've missed your lips so much.” He groaned against your lips, “... I missed you.” He sighed before letting his lips trail from yours to your cheek, down your jaw and neck, before finding purchase on one particular spot right below your ear. A soft sigh fell from your lips as you pulled his body flush against yours, leaving little to no room between the two of you. He continued to press open-mouth kisses along your jugular until he was sure there would be marks left behind, not caring for the consequences you might face once you were home.

“Won…” You whine when his hands traveled down to the fat of your ass, squeezing harshly. He licked a long stipe up your neck before roughly kissing you. His lips moved fervently against yours as he swiftly picked you up off of your feet. 

Jungwon wasted no time in laying your body flat on the flat rocks that sat next to the lagoon. His body slotted against yours, allowing you to feel his bulge against your bare pussy. Your small whines and whimpers were swallowed by Jungwon’s mouth as his fingers brushed along the inside of your thigh.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch, his fingers leaving tingles in their wake. But it wasn’t enough; no, you wanted more, and you didn’t want to wait. Noticing the impatiens in your eyes, Jungwon chuckled, pressing his thumb firmly against your clit, making your hips buck and a broken cry fall from your lips.

“Do you really want my cock that bad baby? You’re dripping on my fingers.” He teased, his fingertips tracing your slit, collecting your slick.

“Wonnie, please, I don’t wanna wait. Just fuck me, please.” You pleaded in a meek voice, and Jungwon smirked against your skin.

Who was he to deny you what you were asking so nicely for? So he pressed one last kiss against your forehead before pulling back to rid himself of his clothing. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock springing free from his trousers. Catching your gaze, he put on a bit of a show, pumping his cock a few times, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. Impatience grew in your chest as you watched him pleasure himself. A whine fell from your lips when he denied your motion for him to move towards you. 

Eyes rolling, you moved your hand down to your cunt using your fingers to spread your pussy lips, “Just fuck me already, Won, please.”

He chuckled once more before finally giving in and moving closer to your body, grabbing your plush thigh. Leaning over your body, he captured your lips in another heated kiss as he lined his cock with your entrance. In one swift motion, he buried himself in your warm heat, swallowing all of the moans that slipped past your lips.

“Fuck you’re so fucking tight, baby,” He groaned, biting down on your bottom lip. It had been far too long since he was last able to bury himself in your wet cavern, the crew and missions taking up a majority of his time. So he wasn’t going to hold back; no, he had a lot of lost time to make up for.

He gave you a split second to adjust before his hips were snapping into yours in such a rough manner you were sure there would be bruises. The sounds of your skin hitting his and moans bounced off of the cavern walls. Jungwon couldn’t hold back; his hips were pistoned into your, trying to get as deep as he could, throwing your legs over his shoulders, pushing even deeper. Deep enough to have the head of his cock kissing your cervix. 

Wonton moans fell from your lips as you tried your best to stay up with his pace, but as soon as his tip brushed over that sweet spot deep in your pussy you were putty in his hands. Stars clouded your vision, your orgasm already on the tip of your tongue.

“Fuck- Won, I’m- shit, I’m close.” Tears brimmed in your eyes at the sudden overwhelming pleasure. Jungwon leaned down, kissing over the few tears that had fallen from your eyes, whispering sweet praises against your skin while his hip snapped brutally into yours.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He groaned when your cunt squeezed around him, “fuck princess, you keep doing that, and I won’t last.” His hands trailed from your thigh to your hands, intertwining your fingers when your high washed over you. His pace slowed just a little to help you ride out your orgasm, but his movements never stopped.

“Won-” “Just a little longer, baby, I’m almost there.” He groaned before picking up the pace once more, letting go of one of your hands to rub his thumb against your clit, relishing in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him.

Your head fell back at the overstimulation, all words but his name leaving your brain. Jungwon loved when he got you like this, so fucked out that his name was the only thing you could remember. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss against your plush thigh before a choked groan tore through his lips when he felt you cum for a second time. The tightness around his sensitive cock was enough to finally push him over the edge, painting your velvet walls white.

“Shit…” He groaned into your neck as he leaned over you, hips rocking softly against yours. Taking in your scent, memorizing it once more for he wasn’t sure when he would be able to see you again. 

“Won,” you breathed out, running your shaky fingers through his hair. "You’re still hard.”

Jungwon couldn’t help but chuckle before rolling his hips deeply into yours, pushing his cum further into your womb, “You drive me insane, baby, and I want to fill you so full of my cum.”

A whine slipped past your swollen lips as his pace picked up a little, but your grip on his body didn’t let up. No, your lips found his, kissing him deeply, telling him that you would love nothing more.

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[meiluu]

Edward Cullen's Mate

Edward Cullen/ Afab!Reader

cw: SMUT 18+ MDNI, oral f receiving, unprotected p in v sex, edward breaks the headboard hehe, and edward is completely enamored with you.

(I need to get this out of my system, been thinking about him a lot recently...)

this was supposed to be a short drabble but i just couldn't shut up

reader pov.

Being with edward has been nothing but a beautiful and slightly chaotic ride. With finding out he wasn't human instead was a hundred something year old vampire along with the rest of his family. And then as your relationship grew as did the romance between you too, and that grew tenfold when the magnetic pull you felt for one another was because you were mates.

Fated to be together, equals, crafted for one another, you both completing one another and that never felt truer than now.

Body underneath his stony one, feverishly chilly lips leave a scorching trail of kisses from your neck to your bare chest. edward inhales your scent, and scent that didn't have him craving your blood like he was supposed to instead it calmed and aroused his body in a tantalizing mix. His eyes flick up to yours, pupils nearly completely dilated leaving behind a dark amber ring at the edge of his iris. Love and lust in his gaze has your body warming, and you knew that your gaze mimicked his.

"So beautiful. I'll never get enough of you my love." his word are spoken with nothing but truth. Leaving your shared gaze he continues his journey down your torso, soft hands caressing your hips squeezing the plump flesh before leading down your thighs to the backs of your knees. Mouth leaving behind love-bites upon your skin, each one sending jolts of heat straight to your core, evidence of your arousal staining the insides of your thighs.

Going lower with each kiss pulling your legs apart allowing him to sink further down, mouth right above where you need him most. A blush covers your cheeks and the tops of your breast, "Edward- you don't have to do that."

His gaze snaps up to you, and the sight of his head between your thighs with the full intention to bring you pleasure has you holding back a shiver. "I want to, God you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Can I ?" Why would you ever deny that? Nodding your head edward goes back to staring at your weeping cunt.

Hands tighten their grip on you before he's pushing them further apart and up, completely baring you to him. You watch as his mouth descends until you feel his tongue lick up from the bottom to your clit. softly wrapping the bud with his lips gently sucking on the bud, sending a shockwave of pleasure through you. A moan falls from your slightly swollen lips, seeing your obvious satisfaction edward continues his ministrations. Swirling his tongue a sucking in your clit, body lighting up in euphoria as a ball of pleasure settles into the pit of your stomach. Shaky breaths leave you as your gaze stays locked onto edward’s head, vision blurring around the edges as your mind begins to wholly submit to him.

Then his mouth is leaving your clit all too soon, but you don't have to wonder for long where he's going next. His tongue delves straight into your cunt, mouth covering the bottom half of you. Your eyes widen before rolling back into your head at the mind-numbing sensation of his tongue massaging your walls, pushing in and out of you. Then one of his hands is leaving your thighs and begins to swirl your forgotten clit between his fingers.

Your breathing is uneven breast rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. Heart racing as your body becomes so pliant and warm under his devotion. Your moans and cries of his name bounce around the room, hands going to his soft hair to tangle themselves within them, hoping to keep yourself grounded. The knot within your belly only tightens with each moment that passes. Your mind lagging behind as it gets lost within this pleasure, you realize a little late that edwards tongue has left you but his cool fingers have entered and taken the spot where his tongue once was. Curling up sweetly rubbing into your g-spot, a near-cry of pleasure leaves you at this.

The ball of pleasure that had settled within your core tightened and then you where cumming, as your cunt milked his fingers as they continued to abuse your g-spot. With your high fizzling out of you, thighs shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. Your eyes open looking down to see edward leaning his head against the one thigh he still had a grip on, fingers still buried within you and a smirk of satisfaction upon his face.

"You look so gorgeous when you cum." giving the inside of your thigh a sweet kiss before he starts to sit up, wrapping your legs around his waste. Face rising up to yours, his mouth comes down giving you a kiss that leaves you breathless. "Do you want to keep going?"

"Yes-yes, please." no shame, your words are full of need and edwards smirk brightens. "Of course my love, I am at your whim."

Reaching down taking edward by surprise, you grip his hardness, a groan leaves him at your soft hold. Lining him with your cunt you let him slowly sink into you. Your head falls further into the pillow as edward grits his teeth hoping to keep himself in control.

He stretches you out just perfectly, filling you up with no space left and your walls wrap so beautifully around him, so warm and wet and oh so welcoming to his cock. You were both made for one another as you slot together- bodies entwined with one another. "Move, Edward please." as your words leave you, he is obeying.

With near flawless movements he starts a slow yet deep pace, bottoming out to the hilt. Each thrust has you keening in utter ecstasy body lit aflame. But his pace begins to pick up speed as your cunt continues to push him to his limits by squeezing him, and with every pull out of you, your walls are trying to suck him back in. God he never knew he could feel like this, so wholly enraptured, this was his new drug and Edward knew that he would never want to part from it.

Your thighs tighten around his waist, arms leaving the bedsheets to latch onto his back. Nails digging into his stony muscle, as your head buries into his neck where his scent is strongest. Your sounds of pleasure are right by his ear, the most beautiful song he's ever heard. His arms leave your waist in favor of the headboard, harshly gripping onto the mahogany. Edward moans along with you as he tilts his pelvis down and up, kissing your g-spot with the tip of his cock. And with his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust back into your cunt.

Your arousal leaks out staining the fronts of his thighs along with the sheets beneath you, your heady scent filling the space around you two. Edward feels the head board snap then crumble within his grasp and not a moment after that does he feel your cunt quiver as you cum, walls milking him as a gush of your arousal stains his thighs. An unfiltered moan falls from edward, completely in shock at this sensation pace becoming frenzied as he pistons into you with the sole intention to cum within your cunt. Your head has fallen back into the pillow body buzzing in overstimulation as your third orgasm nears.

"Edward-please, please, I need it." words broken up by moans as you barely get them out. Edward's body hunches over yours, hands coming down from the shattered headboard to the sheets beside your head before quickly wrapping around your body. Pulling your chest against his, a hand against the small of your back the other at the base of your head.

His body trying to get as close to you as possible, trying to bury himself within you. Cock bullying your overstimulated and weeping cunt that continues to welcome him in with every thrust, pace now rougher and faster. Each time his cock bottoms out reaching the end of you your moans are punched out of you, mind having turned to mush. Your ears are hypnotized by the heady squelching sound of your cunt along with edwards moans of pure pleasure.

Edward feels the painfully tight knot of pleasure in his pelvis snap, cock swelling as he empties himself within you, eyes closing from the heavy orgasm. That orgasm grows tenfold with you cumming again, walls milking his cock in an attempt to ring him completely dry. Slowing down his thrusts as you both come down from your highs, coming to a stop as you are both left in the aftershocks of your orgasms. Gently bringing you back down to the bedsheets, turning to the side with you still within his embrace. feeling your racing heart against his chest.

Ever so softly he begins to place chaste kisses upon your skin along with 'I love you's, soon your body is lulled into unconsciousness, as edward continues to give his worship to your body. As you rest he lays protecting and watching over you and with every moment that passes does he fall more and more in love with you.

His mate, made just for him.

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[marsbutterfly]

A Field Of Sunflowers

a/n: yeah this is based on this post i saw a couple of years ago. anyway hehe enjoy

warnings: NSFW, canon setting, fem! reader, nb! Hanji Zoe, oral sex(f! receiving), fingering, semi-public sex, mentions of alcohol, not beta read (we die like men teehee)

The warm sun feels amazing on your skin. The bruised marks of your as a result of your ODM gear finally fade from your body the longer the areas are allowed to breathe freely.

Finally being able to take a day off and relax away from the prying eyes from the survey corps, you find yourself laying on a blanket atop the grass, a small flower placed behind your ear as you rest your head on your hands.

The sky above you is a shade of blue you have never seen. The clouds dance with each other, forming images and figures that bring giggles out of you. The silly idea that you could easily dip a brush into the color and paint an entire ocean out of you comes to your mind. Maybe the day is just so beautiful that you can't seem to stop smiling.

Or maybe it's the sheer amount of wine that travels through your veins, causing your cheeks to heat up and your breathing to get shaky. A couple of empty bottles sit beside you inside the picnic basket, a third one loosely in your hand as you gasp quietly.

The sunflowers in the field match your yellow dress, the fabric tickling your skin as it's pushed up by an eager hand. A pair of pillowy soft lips leave marks along the skin of your thighs as desperate fingers hook themselves on the edges of your underwear, pulling it down and tossing it on the grass.

The second Hanji's tongue comes in contact with your aching cunt, you can't help but allow a loud moan to escape your throat. The way the tip flickers against your clit, licking the area from top to bottom before slowly entering you causes your head to spin.

Your moans grow in volume, getting higher and louder with each hum that passes through Hanji's mouth. Though you try your best to avoid it, you can feel their gaze focused on your expression, fully taking in not only your juices but the just as delicious expressions you make.

"H-Hanji…" You whimper, crying out their name. The flowers brush against the bare skin on your left arm while the right arm comes down to the area in between your legs, your fingers digging at their head. You can feel the smile that forms on their face, you can tell how proud they are for making you whine and cry out like this.

Hanji wraps both of their arms around your thighs, carefully digging their digits into your skin while holding you perfectly in place. The placement of your hips perfectly aligned with their lips as they continue to feast on you, their cheeks a bright shade of red as the alcohol takes its toll on them.

The suckling sound they make while paying close attention to your folds is enough to draw a warm sensation to your face, your cheeks burning up in embarrassment like you have a fever while you try your best to decide what to do with your hands.

"Will you stay still for me?" They ask, mumbling against your clit. You pout in response to their abrupt interruption but quickly begin to nod, unable to form words as your brain turns to mush. They chuckle in response, knowing how you are getting increasingly desperate, "Good girl."

Without giving you much time to react, they readjust themselves, their nose brushing against your clit while their tongue begins working on your entrance once more. They let go of your left thigh and quickly bring their hand up, pulling down the upper part of your dress and ripping apart the straps that held it over your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the chilly breeze.

You can't contain the yelp that leaves your lips, especially when the palm of their hand perfectly encapsulates your nipple, tightly gripping the sensitive area for dear life. You don't have time to even process what is happening before they make their next move.

You try to keep your promise to remain still, but with their left hand, Hanji carefully inserts a finger inside of you. Your pelvis immediately rises, searching for more contact with their lips and you can feel a small giggle leaving their body.

"So tight, my love," they whisper. Their tongue begins to work on you once more, leaving no part of your pussy unattended: the tip of their nose brushing against your hardening clit, their tongue eagerly working its magic on the inner lips while their finger continuously pumps in and out of you.

Your throat begins to dry as you realize you can't keep your mouth closed for more than a millisecond, let alone swallow anything. Your hand rests on their head, nails fidgeting with the locks as you twist them into knots. With their left index and middle finger, they begin twirling your nipple around while still having the remaining digits squeeze your breast. You close your eyes tightly, the wave of pleasure that continues to wash over you becoming more and more overwhelming with each lap of their tongue.

"You wanna try two fingers?" They ask, a slightly smug tone to their voice. You look down at them, only to see the sun reflecting on those whiskey-brown eyes, your heart almost missing a beat at how angelic they look. A pathetic whimper exits your throat and you nod, feeling Hanji's middle finger tease your entrance, "I need you to ask for it, baby."

You groan and wiggle your hips forward, silently begging for more and hoping it would be enough but, deep down, you know it has never been that easy with Hanji. So you look deep inside yourself to gather any amount of strength you can muster to allow the words to leave your throat, "P-Please… Put two fingers… I-Inside of me."

They don't waste any time before complying with your request, your voice sounding like a beautiful symphony, filled with desire and need. A sound they could spend every second of the day listening to for the rest of their life and never get tired of.

With two fingers now inside, you cry out loudly. The idea that someone might hear you is making its way into your brain so you have to remind yourself of how far away from the city you are. But thinking about anything that isn't Hanji proves itself to be increasingly more difficult.

Hanji continuously swirls their tongue on your folds, their nose paying close attention to your clit and their two fingers continue to stretch you from the inside out, occasionally spreading themselves apart in a scissoring manner and it earns a jerk of your body. You can't help it anymore, the need to move your hips, to search for more contact is overwhelming.

When your walls begin to tighten around their fingers, Hanji realizes you are getting close. Though a part of them wants to tease you for it, to stop their movements and make you beg, their mind suddenly drops the facade once their eyes land on your face once more.

A couple of tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your grasp on the bottle of wine finally loosening as you cling to the grass close to your head, you chant their name like a prayer, a sacred word that could heal every wounded soldier in the world.

"Fuck… H-Hanji, I can't…" You cry out, your hips bucking against their face desperately, wanting nothing more than to be close to them. Their breath gets caught in their throat, their tongue beginning to pick up speed, working its magic against your pussy in the hopes of tipping you over the edge.

Their fingers pump in and out of you, down to the third knuckle as they fold inside of you, the tips perfectly brushing against your g-spot and making you see bright stars in the sunny sky. You cry out once more which causes their tongue to swirl around your cunt, taking in every last drop of your essence.

"Come for me, baby," They whisper against your cunt. Those four words are all your body needs to allow itself to fall over the edge. Your hips rise and buck against their face in a rhythm you aren't able to control, and the cry that leaves your chest is so loud, that you are sure anyone within all three walls was able to hear you.

"HANJI!!!!!" You scream, one hand desperately gripping their hair and guiding their face towards the area where it feels best while the other rests above theirs on your breast. You can feel the small chuckle they let out, gently using the tip of their tongue to help you ride out your orgasm for as long as they can.

"Oh, that's my good girl," they whisper, planting gentle kisses on your folds, on your clit and your thighs. They use the edges of your dress to wipe their mouth, a smile plastered on their face and you can tell just how proud they are. Slowly, they make their way up your body, planting kisses over any small piece of exposed skin they can find, their fingers finally making their way out of you.

In a drunken and pleasure-filled haze, you grab their wrist and bring it towards your lips, placing their digits in your mouth. Hanji gasps quietly, a moan escaping their chest as they feel your tongue swirling around their digits, licking away the essence you left behind.

Once you are done and your lips are free, they plant their face against yours, lips meeting in a hunger-filled kiss. The world melting around the both of you and you can swear the sunflowers are facing you, watching carefully over your act of true love.

"Your legs are shaking," Hanji whispers against your lips, their arm wrapping around your waist as they hold you close. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, not in annoyance, but as an aftershock due to the amount of pleasure your body has just experienced.

"I wonder whose fault that is," you manage to whisper and it earns a small giggle out of them. In a quiet voice, you say, "I wish we had more days off.."

"I do too," they whisper back, your arm wrapped around their shoulder as you nuzzle your cheek against the top of their head. After a long pause and a heavy sigh, they continue, "This spot always reminds me of you."

"Oh? And why's that?" You whisper, closing your eyes and enjoying the warmth of their skin against you. A smile forms on their face.

"You are always calling me your sunshine," they whisper, lifting their head to take off their glasses, placing the pair on the grass beside them, "It would only make sense that you are my Sunflower."

You chuckle, "I thought I was your Moonlight."

"I dunno, then I just think you are pretty like a sunflower," they mumble, "Ask me again when I'm sober."

You laugh quietly, hugging them a little tighter. You throw one leg on top of theirs and completely tangle your bodies together, your hearts beating as one and, for the first time in forever, you allow yourself to relax in the arms of the one you love most.

[smoooothoperator]

What Was I Made For?

14: War Of Hormones

childhood enemies, forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, enemies to lovers (👀)

Warnings: 👀🤭

a/n: HIIIIIIII!!!! The moment I thought about a title for this chapter I had it very very clear, and somehow it made me go back to my BTS era... ANYWAY!!! Hoping everyone likes this one hehe

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Facing a change often brings a mix of emotions.

At first, there's a sense of uncertainty and anxiety, as the familiar comfort zone is disrupted. This can feel like a tightness in the chest or a knot in the stomach. Alongside this, there's also a sense of anticipation and excitement about the new possibilities and opportunities that change might bring. 

The mind races with 'what ifs' and potential outcomes, creating a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, of pros and cons, and doubts and hopes.

When Charles and I arrived at the house, the mix of emotions settled into a more tangible form. I tried not to think about the kisses he pressed on my knuckles or the squeezes he gave my thigh.

I knew something changed between us, that the tension was still there but it transformed into something else, something less forced and awkward. We didn't want to give a name to it, opting to stay quiet and only communicating with our eyes and smiles, with touches and acts.

While I made dinner, Charles changed clothes, fed my cat, and moved around the kitchen. I felt him behind me, watching over my shoulder, his presence a warm, silent pressure.

“Smells good” he whispered, close to my ear.

I took a deep breath before nodding and smiling, trying to not then my head to look at him. I just focused on the food in front of me and anything else. Not even his presence behind me. Not even his breathing against my hair. Not even his warmth.

“Thank you” I said, sounding more rough than I wanted, clearing my throat and swallowing thickly.

He moved away and in the moment I could finally breathe. 

God, this is going to be hard.

“Dinner's ready” I sighed, putting the food on plates. “I'm going to get changed”

“If you want, you can grab some of my clothes” he suggested, his voice soft.

“O-oh… Don't worry” I nodded, blushing.

I walked upstairs and looked at the door of his room, taking a deep breath. Should I grab his clothes? He said I could… And the bottoms of my pajamas barely fit me anymore. Yeah, maybe I can grab a pair of joggers.

I took a deep breath and sighed, opening the door of his room and then going to the wardrobe. When I saw the joggers I smiled, grabbing a pair, noticing that he came with many pairs. 

And then I saw it. The plushie. My cat plushie, the one I loved when I was a kid and thought I had lost. I extended my hand and held it, looking at it with wide eyes. It's my plushie, definitely. Washed, somehow fixed, but my plushie. 

I held it close to my chest, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes tightly, to prevent the tears from falling.

“I found it when you left from Greek” 

I gasped softly, turning around with the little cat still pressed on my chest.

“And you kept it all this time?” I whisper. “Charles…”

“I wanted to give it back to you so many times, but you always ran away” he sighed. “So I thought about bringing it for our baby”

“Oh, Charles” I smiled, placing my hand on my belly.

“I kept it all this time, just as a reminder of my first love” be sighed, walking towards me. “And when I went back home to grab clothes and bring them here, I found it in my wardrobe”

I smiled softly, watching how he walked closer towards me, placing his hand on my belly and rubbing it softly.

“I want the best for you and our baby, Dafne” he whispered. 

“And you'll be the best” I nodded. “Just… Trust yourself more, believe in yourself”

He nodded and sighed, taking a step back, again.

God, no. I want him close, closer. I need him to touch me. I need his touch, so bad.

“Let's go have dinner” he said, walking out of his room.

I took a deep breath, getting changed quickly with his clothes and going to my room to leave my own clothes. I placed my plushie on top of my bed and smiled weakly, sighing.

Charles was already downstairs, with the plates already on the table in front of the TV. He was sitting on the couch looking at his phone, writing things on it.

“I was thinking… I know we said that we were only going to tell Pierre about the pregnancy” Charles said, looking up at me and following me with his eyes. “But, I think it will be better if we just tell them through the group chat. Tell all the drivers. Just in case the media ask them things, so they can help us”

“Are you saying that we should lie to them too?” I sighed, sitting next to him. 

“They can help us, Dafne… If we tell them that we have been dating in secret but our team didn't want us together, I'm sure they will support us” he said, holding my hand.

“Okay” I nodded, sighing. “I just… I wish everything was different”

“Me too, believe me” he nodded.

We had dinner in silence, looking at the TV, and when we finished we just sat there. I felt his eyes on me, making me move and look at him.

“W-what?” I frowned, looking at him.

“Nothing” he smiled. “It's just…”

“Just what?” I make nervous.

“You are glowing” he smiled. “Really. Like, you were always gorgeous. But now? You look like a goddess”

“Idiot” I whisper, looking away, blushing. 

“What? I'm not lying, I swear” he smiled. “You look so beautiful, Dafne. So damn beautiful carrying my baby, and it's so hard for me to stop looking at you”

“And touching me?” I said, regretting immediately what I said.

“Touching you?” he laughed. “God, not doing it is the hardest thing ever”

“And why you don't do it?” I mumbled. 

“Believe me, I'm dying to touch you” he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before. “I'm fighting myself to not do it”

“I told you that those lines can be crossed” I sighed. 

“No, Dafne” he sighed, shaking his head. “I can't”

I swallowed thickly and looked at him. What lines does he want to cross? 

I sighed, looking away and focusing on the TV screen, or at least tried to. But the way his deep voice sent me shivers was repeating in my mind, making me look at him sometimes, scanning his face with my eyes.

His beard is making him even more attractive, and his lips… God, I don't remember how it feels kissing him, or even touching him. The night we had in Monza was something blurry, I barely remember what happened there.

I wish I could feel that again… 

No. No, Dafne. Stop it.

“I-I was thinking about start… Well, nesting” I whisper.

“Oh?” Charles smiled, turning his head sand looking at me.

“Yeah, well… I just, I guess it's time to start doing it” I sighed. “You know… Buy things, start planning a room. The typical”

Charles never stopped smiling while hearing me, and he moved closer, sitting right next to me with his arm on the back of the couch.

“You want to raise the kid here?” he whispered.

“I mean… I- I don't know” I sighed. “I have my apartment in Florence, and yours is in Monaco. I didn't think about it, actually… Before you came I only wanted to stay here and never leave”

“But then I came and broke all your plans” he sighed, leaning on me to place his hand on my belly.

“Yeah” I sighed. “But… I'm kinda glad you came. I think I needed to have you here, somehow. I can't do this alone, this is way harder than I thought…”

“Hey” he smiled. “We're in this together. I'll go wherever you want to go. You want to stay here? Then I'll come back here. You want to go to your apartment in Florence? Then I'll be there. I'll do whatever you told me to do”

“Thank you, Charles” I smiled, looking up at him.

I found his eyes, his green eyes looking into my eyes. He's so close, so close… I can feel his breath against my lips. Only a few centimeters…

“Cross the line” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. “Cross it…”

“Dafne” he whispered. 

“Please” I whisper, licking my lips, moving my hand to cup his jaw. “Please?”

He sighed, moving back and shaking his head.

“Is it because I'm pregnant?” I frowned. “You say I look beautiful, but you don't even dare to stand behind me, to hold me. Not even kiss me”

“No, Dafne” he sighed, messing his hair with his fingers. “It's not that”

“Then what is it? Please, tell me” I sighed.

“I don't want to hurt you” he said.

“Come on” I laughed, somehow trying to swallow the tears. “You are already hurting me whenever you stand close to me and can't even place your hand on my waist”

“I want to repeat that night!” he snapped, making me flinch, surprised. “I want to remember how it is to touch you, to kiss you. I want to remember how you sound when you moan my name and when you squeeze me. I want to do it over and over again. But I can't do it because I don't want to hurt you and the baby!”

I swallow thickly and look at him, standing up slowly.

“I… I'm going to bed” he sighed. “Good night”

“Charles-” I mumbled watching him go, my heart aching in need of his touch.

But he was already walking upstairs, closing the door of his room.

The bed felt cold and too big, an emptiness that hadn't been there before.

But what changed? Why does it feel cold and big now?

I sighed, turning again in the bed, facing the window, then looking at the digital clock. Five minutes passed since the last time I looked at it.

“Fuck” I groaned, sitting slowly on the bed and looking at the door.

I sighed, pacing the room. Should I go downstairs? Should I go to his room?

And before I could even think about it, I was already in front of his door, with my knuckles hitting the door softly three times.

I heard some steps seconds after knocking and then his door opened.

“Dafne?” he murmured.

“I can't sleep” I whispered back.

“Is the baby kicking hard?” he whispered, placing his hands on both sides of my belly.

“N-no… No” I whisper. “I just… Can you sleep in my bed? Please?”

“Dafne…” he sighed, stepping back and shaking his head, his conflict evident.

“Please. The baby seems calm when your hand is on my belly” I whisper. “And well, I feel good too”

I heard him sigh and I just closed my eyes, taking a step closer and wrapping my arms around him. 

“Look…” I sighed. “I'm going crazy, okay?”

“What? Why?” he whispered, and I sighed in relief when he wrapped his arms around me too.

“Because the fucking hormones are killing me” I groaned. “You just can't say that you want to fuck me and make me moan your name. You really can't do it”

“Dafne…” he sighed.

“You think I don't want to?” I whisper. “Hell. Something changed between us, I know. And it's going so fast that it's scaring me. You know I hate changes, that I hate doing new things. You know how bad it was for me when I moved to Ferrari… And know what is changing is how I look at you”

“But I don't want to hurt the baby, Dafne” he whispered, placing his hand on my head. “I don't want to do something wrong and hurt the baby”

I swallowed thickly and hugged him tighter, with my belly between us.

“Tomorrow morning, we'll go to a doctor” I whisper. 

“Hey, no…”

“Yes” I whisper. “I have to go anyway, hm? We will see our baby and then we'll check if everything is alright. And we'll ask the doctor everything we need to know”

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

“The hormones are making me horny, Charles” I laughed nervously. “You know how embarrassing it is?”

He chuckled softly, rubbing my back. He rested his chin on top of my head, taking a deep breath and playing with my hair.

“Let's go to bed” he sighed, pulling away and holding my hand, walking us to my room.

I smiled sleepily, holding his hand tight and then rubbing my belly, taking a deep breath when I saw Charles walking inside of my room and going straight to my bed.

“Left?” he whispered, making me nod.

He moved the covers of the bed so he could lay on the left side, opening the covers for me to lay next to him.

“Hold me” I whispered looking at him. “Please?”

He smiled and nodded, moving closer. I followed his movements with my eyes, taking a deep breath to ignore the anxiety of the situation. 

“Can I… Can I try something?” he whispered.

I nodded looking at him. He smiled and took the covers out looking at me, his eyes asking for permission.

“Go on” I whisper, feeling shivers all over my body.

A soft gasp escaped me as his hand gently lifted my shirt, revealing my belly. His hand, warm and gentle, began to rub my skin.

“There it is” he whispered, smiling amazed.

Until now, the only person that touched my bare belly besides myself was the doctor that told me the news, who had to do a scan to check if everything was alright.  And now, looking at Charles admiring it, only makes my heart beat faster.

I flinched softly when I felt his hand on my skin, but relaxed immediately when he started rubbing it. His hand is so big, practically covering my belly with it.

“Hey baby” he whispered, his voice filled with pure love, making my heart jump. 

He's talking to the baby.

“It's me, dad” he smiled, moving on the bed to be face to face with my stomach. “I can't wait to meet you, little one. Really, I can't wait”

I took a deep breath and placed my hand on top of his head, burying my fingers on his hair and closing my eyes when I felt his lips on my stomach, pressing tender kisses there. He wrapped his arm around my hips, rubbing his thumb over my stomach.

“I just… God, Dafne. This is the best thing you could ever give to me” he whispered looking up at me. “A kid…”

“Yeah” I smiled. 

“And in part it makes me hate myself for all the pain I gave you” he whispered. “And how bad it was the moment we made it…”

“The past is the past” I sighed. “Let's forget it, okay? Let's just focus on what we have now, on this chance of be the best version of ourselves”

He looked at me and smiled, resting his chin on top of my belly, carefully. He held my head and kissed it, taking a deep breath before pressing a new kiss on my belly button.

“Saying thank you is not enough for everything you are doing” he whispered. 

I smile weakly and squeeze his hand softly, taking a deep breath.

The way he looks at me is new. How he kisses my belly, how he closes his eyes when he does that. How he smiles, rubbing the tip of his nose and making me giggle softly.

“Come on, let's sleep” I whisper, yawning softly.

He smiled and nodded, moving to be in front of me but not pulling down the shirt. His face was in front of mine, his eyes looking into mine.

“Hi” I whisper smiling, biting my lip softly.

“Hi” he smiled.

I looked at him and took a deep breath, placing my hand on his jaw, rubbing my thumb over his cheek.

“Dafne…”

And then I did it.

I leaned in, my hand cupping his cheek as I pressed my lips to his in a kiss that held all the emotions I had kept locked away, deep inside of my heart. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But then it deepened, fueled by the months of longing and tension that had built up between us.

Charles responded immediately, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. The kiss was a release, a breaking of the dam that had held back our feelings for so long. My fingers tangled in his hair, my body pressing against his as I poured everything into that moment.

When we pulled away, both of us were breathless, resting our foreheads against the other.

“I told you that you can cross all the lines you want” I whisper, making him chuckle softly.

“I want to cuddle you” he whispered, making me nod and smile.

“All the times you want” I smiled, closing my eyes and letting him get comfortable in my bed beside me.

The next morning, his hand was under my shirt, gently rubbing my belly just as he has done last night.

I groaned softly, moving closer to him and feeling his warm chest on my back, sighing happily.

“Good morning” he whispered, his lips brushing my shoulder, making me smile. “How did you sleep?”

“Amazing” I whisper, turning my head, looking at him.

“That's good” he smiled, pressing his lips in the corner of my mouth. “So… What are today's plans?”

“Well… We can go to the village” I sighed, turning around slowly and hugging him. “Ask the doctor to have a fast appointment, meet our baby, and maybe go buy things”

“Mhm, sounds nice” he smiled, kissing my forehead.

The tension left my shoulders the moment he kissed me back last night, and this morning, and during all the times he woke up at night pressing a kiss on my shoulder.

“And we should call Fred…” I sighed, biting my lip when I heard him groan. “I know, I know…”

“It's just…” he sighed, pulling me closer. “I'm so happy in this bubble we’re in. I don't want to mess things up. I just… Can't we wait a little? Just a few more days”

I looked up at him and smiled weakly.

He's right, we are in a bubble, ignoring the outside world, just focusing on us. For once, we were acting like normal people.

“Alright” I sighed. 

I took a deep breath and hugged him, resting my head on his chest and wrapping my arm around his waist. As I tangled my leg with his, he flinched slightly.

“Eh… Wait” he whispered, tensing.

“What? What’s wrong?” I frowned, following his gaze. “O-oh…”

“Y-yeah” he sighed.

I swallowed thickly and moved, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

“I mean…” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling. “I could…”

“No, no” he said quickly. “God no, not yet. Just…”.

He sighed, sitting quickly on the bed and getting out, going to the bathroom of my room.

So that's what happened yesterday too. He had to leave the bed quickly because of his morning hood. 

“Fantastic” I groaned, covering my eyes with my arm.

I heard him opening the water of the shower, then his groans. God, if only… I could help him.

I got up from bed and grabbed the joggers I was wearing, walking slowly to the door of the bathroom and knocking on it.

“I'm going to make breakfast” I said, opening the door a little. “And I'll call the doctor to see when we can go”

“S-sure!” he gasped.

God… Send help.

I shook my head, rubbing my belly while I walked downstairs to get our breakfast ready. When I finished, and noticing that Charles didn't get out of the bathroom yet, I called the doctor to set an appointment.

“Hey” Charles sighed, walking inside the kitchen with an awkward smile. “Look…”

“I could have touched you, Charles” I whispered. “I could have help you, you didn't have to go to the bathroom and hide”

“I know, I know” he sighed, standing in front of me, and something inside of me threw a party when he placed his hands on my hips. “It's just… I want to do it all, okay? Go all in”

I smiled weakly and looked at him, nodding. He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, making me close my eyes and breathe deeply, smiling when I recognized the shower gel I use.

“I called the doctor” I said. “We can go whenever we want, she's free this morning”

“Oh?” he frowned, surprised. 

“Advantages of being near a village that doesn't have over a hundred of people living there” I smiled softly.

“Oh, okay” he smiled. 

I looked up at him, smiling while leaning on the counter. He placed his hands on my sides and leaned slowly, pressing his lips on mine, kissing me softly and slowly, with no rush.

“I can't believe I can do this” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again. “I've dreamed of doing it for so long… For tasting your lips again… It's been a while…”

I pulled away slowly, looking at him with a sad smile.

“All this time?” I whisper.

“Since you kissed me in Greece” he smiled. 

I smile softly and peck his lips quickly. He pulled away and helped me grabbing the breakfast, placing it on the table and sitting in front of me. 

Time went by fast, and before we noticed, he was already parking his car in front of the medical center of the village, holding my hand and waiting to get called.

“It will be okay” he whispered, placing his hand on my knee after noticing how I was bouncing it nervously.

“I know” I whisper.

“Dafne Morelli?”

We stood up, still holding hands, as the nurse called my name and led us into the consultation room. An older woman sat behind the desk, smiling warmly as we entered.

“It was a surprise for me when I heard your voice this morning through the call” she said. “You must be Elena's daughter, right?”

“Y-yeah” I smile weakly.

“Well, let me tell you that I was your mom's doctor during your little sister's pregnancy” she smiled, making me gasp softly. “She was one of my first patients… God, how fast time flies, hm?”

I smiled nodding slowly, looking at her. She gestured to us to sit on the chairs in front of her desk.

“He might be your husband, hm?” she smiled looking at Charles.

“O-oh! No, no! We… We are not married” I gasped, shaking my head. “But he's the father of the baby”

“Oh good to know” she smiled, winking at us. “Well, tell me. How is it going?”

I took a deep breath and told her everything. My career, how I found out I was pregnant, how far, what the first doctor said… Everything.

“Well, then let's take a look on the bed, yeah?” she smiled.

I nodded, getting up followed by Charles. He helped me sit on the high bed and then I raised up the jumper I was wearing, taking a deep breath when the doctor grabbed the gel. I flinched when she spread it with the stick and immediately held Charles hand.

“Well, well… Let's take a look” she smiled, looking at the screen. “For what I can see you are around the week 17, close to the fifth month. Right now, your baby is of the size of a pear”

“Yeah” I nodded, looking at Charles.

“Do you know the gender?” We shook our heads and she smiled. “You want to know?”

“W-we… We actually wanted to do a little gender reveal, so if you could print the results…” Charles said softly, squeezing my hand.

“Oh, sure!” she nodded, pressing a button on the keyboard and then the printer started working. “Are you ready to look and hear your baby?”

Charles and I looked at each other with a smile, holding our hands tightly. We nodded nervously, taking a deep breath before the doctor turned the screen to us.

“Here, there is your baby” she smiled, moving the stick over my belly again and making the picture of the screen change.

I gasped, tears immediately springing to my eyes. It was so small, but so perfect. I turned to look at Charles, his eyes wide with amazement, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He was speechless, just staring at the screen in awe.

And then we heard it. A steady, fast and rhythmic thumping filled the room: our baby’s heartbeat. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

I looked back at the screen, mesmerized by the tiny life growing inside me, and then back at Charles. His eyes were glistening with unshed tears, his expression one of pure joy.

"That’s… that’s our baby" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

I nodded, unable to speak through the lump in my throat. I reached up and wiped away a tear from his cheek, my own tears streaming freely down my face. 

"Yes, that’s our baby," I managed to say, my voice trembling with happiness.

The doctor gave us a moment, letting us soak in the incredible sight and sound. 

"Everything looks perfect," she said, her voice gentle. "The heartbeat is strong and steady."

The doctor printed out a couple of ultrasound images for us, and Charles held them carefully, as if they were the most precious thing in the world. 

"Look at this," he said, showing me the tiny, grainy image. "Our baby."

"Our baby," I repeated, feeling a sense of peace and happiness wash over me.

I smiled, feeling his lips against mine before he pulled away and grabbed some napkins to clean my belly, taking the chance and kissing my belly quickly.

“I… Well, we wanted to know some things” I said nervously, holding Charles' hand.

“Oh, sure” she nodded, writing on her laptop.

“W-well… Is it if we… Well” I mumbled blushing, looking at Charles.

“Oh! Oh, yes” she laughed softly. “Yeah, I get it. Young love! Of course you can. It's safe for the baby, don't worry about it”

“Oh, thank you” I nodded, sighing ashamed.

“Cuties” she chuckled. 

I blushed and looked at Charles, biting my lip. He held my hand and grabbed everything the doctor gave us and walked out with me.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” Charles smiled, holding my hand tightly.

I took a deep breath and looked at him, biting my lip. 

“I…”

And then a flash. Flash of a camera. Then another. And another.

“Fuck” Charles groaned, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and walking quickly towards the door of the car, helping me get in.

I looked around surprised, watching the small number of paparazzi taking pictures of us. Then they called our names, taking more pictures.

“Shit” Charles groaned, getting in the car and driving quickly away from the village. 

“H-how? How did they find us?” I mumble, looking back through the mirror. 

“I don't know” Charles groaned. “Are you okay?” 

I nodded quickly, placing a protective hand over my belly and then holding his free hand.

They found me. They found us. 

The three of us.

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[thebookshopofnightingales]

in the backseat of his car

Aziraphale x reader (x Crowley at the end)

summary: a quick trip to Scotland to retrieve a book quickly turns into something a little less innocent...

cw: 18+ only!! smut asf, dirty talk, the Bentley being used for unholy reasons, thigh riding, reader pronouns not specified but 'good girl' is used, very slight hair pulling, switch!Aziraphale and switch!reader, dom!Crowley, handjobs, hickeys/bruises

word count: 1.1k

A/N: my first fic! (on this account, anyway) and we're straight into the smut hehe. I may or may not have started a part 2 so let me know if you wanna read that too. happy reading😈

You and that sweet-talking Angel of yours have somehow managed to convince Crowley to let you borrow his beloved Bentley to the Scottish highlands. Aziraphale caught wind of a particular first-edition that he just had to get his wings on. He was practically begging Crowley to take his car, and you have never been to Scotland so hoped to accompany him. Needless to say, after some heavy praise and the two of you worshipping him in bed, he reluctantly agreed.

You admire the hilly landscape on your left, and the angelic being on your right.

“Darling, you’re staring again.” His eyes don’t leave the road as he speaks. Such a soft voice, you think. But only you know just how filthy his mouth can get.

“I can’t help it,” you coo, “you look so good driving Crowley’s car.” You bite your lip, of which Aziraphale catches a glimpse of. You know the smallest gestures that get him shifting in his seat. You smirk to yourself. Slowly, your hand caresses his gorgeous thigh, moving ever so slightly higher and higher, until-

“Oh-” Aziraphale releases a heavy breath once you reach his crotch, palming him over his trousers as you feel him beginning to harden under your touch.

“My sweet Angel is already getting hard for me.” You purr into his ear. He whimpers, and writhes in his confinements, groaning at the friction.

When he has become completely hard, you lick your lips and remove your hand. He audibly whines at the loss of your touch.

“God, what are you doing to me?” You’re not sure if he said ‘God’ because he hears you say it so much, or because he’s actually asking, but there are times when Aziraphale becomes so worked up that a blasphemy or two will escape his sweet lips. And you’re not complaining.

You leave Aziraphale high and dry for the rest of the ride, eager fantasising about what’ll happen once you arrive, every so often sneaking peeks at his full blown erection from within his trousers and the way he has a light shine of sweat over his beautiful face. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. 

You shift over to the driver’s seat while Aziraphale is retrieving his book, watching him through the window with your bottom lip between your teeth, ready to pull off as soon as he sits down. With so much energy and excitement pulsing from your head down to your core, you need him here and now. 

Except it can’t be here.

“My dear, why are you sitting in the driver’s seat?” Aziraphale asks through the window. “You know I’m a much safer driver. You drive like Crowley.”

“Oh, my angel, you’ll be fine. Now get in the damned car.” You reply with a knowing smirk.

You whiz through the roads, barely sparing a couple of oblivious pedestrians. Aziraphale hides behind his book.

Finally, you find a secluded parking area overlooking a beautiful Scottish view just as the sun has set. As the sky is growing darker, so are your eyes.

“Get in the back seat.” You order Aziraphale. He can’t help the twitch of his cock at your tone and does as you say. As you climb over to straddle his lap, he moves your hips so you're just straddling just one of his thighs. Your eyes widen with lust and you let out a small moan just at the idea of what’s about to happen. He leans his lips to your ear as he pulls your hair back slightly.

“I’m in charge now, my dear.” He whispers, before moving to kiss and nibble at your neck.

“Fuck, yes Angel.” You moan breathlessly as your head falls back. With a snap of his fingers, you are suddenly left in just your underwear. He grips onto your hips and begins guiding your heat over his thigh. The friction is delicious and you begin to grind harder against him, moaning at the sensation. Aziraphale lets out a groan at the sight of you like this, beginning to leave your wetness on his trousers. You can see the tent beginning to form, so you run your fingers over his clothed crotch and let them slide beneath the waistband. This time Aziraphale lets his head fall against the back seat and you descend your lips to his neck, sucking just under his ear enough to leave a mark. You kiss the bruise you’ve left and hum at the sinful sight of a hickey on your Angel. His grip gets tighter on your hips, surely leaving bruises of his own.

You begin stroking his length faster as you begin to reach your climax. He tenses his thigh more to intensify your pleasure. It’s all breathy moans and each other's names on your tongues.

He pulls your hand from his cock and leans it on his shoulder. He’s always enjoyed being able to truly bask in your pleasure with no distractions.

“Fuck, Aziraphale, this feels so good, I’m so close.” You’re breathless and moaning as you grind harder and faster. Aziraphale, one hand still on your hip, takes the other to lightly brush your hair behind your ear.

“Come for me, my dear. Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”

His dirty words send you over the edge and have you coming undone hard on his thigh.

“Aziraphale, Angel, fuck!” You almost scream it feels that heavenly. You ride out your orgasm with your mouth wide and face contorted by pleasure. You collapse against his chest, lazily reaching back down for his still aching cock. He groans and deeply chuckles, and you can feel the resonance from his chest.

“I like when you let sin fall from your lips, Angel.” You purr, using your thumb to lightly tug on his lower lip. There’s so much lust in his eyes that you would never be able to tell that he’s one of Heaven’s ones.

“It’s because you tempt it out of me.” You feign shock at his remark. “Oh, come on, darling, you can’t pretend that you don’t have a little of the Devil in you.” 

You bite your lip. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A crackle of the radio interrupts the moment. Except you’re not expecting Crowley’s voice.

“Well, aren’t you two a salacious pair? Remember, I can feel everything that happens to and in this car. So imagine my surprise when I’m locking up your bookshop and suddenly I’m hard as a rock.” His words surprise you and your hand comes to your mouth, failing to hide your grin of excitement from your Demon’s words.

“Oh. Oh dear.” Aziraphale musters.

“Oh dear indeed, Angel.” You can hear Crowley’s gritted teeth through the speaker of the car and you chuckle with your lip between your teeth. “And don’t think I can’t tell that your hand is still wrapped around Aziraphale’s cock, my love.”

“Crowley, don’t be so- oh, Heavens.” Aziraphale moans as you suddenly tighten your grip and work your hand faster. 

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[floralcyanide]

𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 ⋇ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

Charlie Walker x Gender Neutral!Reader (NSFW)

You and Charlie are fooling around with Robbie’s live-feed camera. The two of you forget it’s on when you are in the film club room fooling around after class. (both Charlie and reader are 18+.)

warnings: smut, nsfw, technical exhibitionism, public sex, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, Charlie and reader are 18+

word count: 926

author's note: god there's just something that drives me nuts thinking about giving Charlie head like omg. imagine. anyway here's a little imagine just for that (: I hope everyone enjoys!! also @ethanlandryslutt gave me the idea to write for charlie so shoutout to them (I will write your inexperienced smut for charlie soon hehe)

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

When Robbie was suddenly summoned for detention for not turning in homework earlier, you and Charlie thought well, this is annoying. Robbie had been discussing how important this Film Club meeting was, even though it was just you three this afternoon. You had to talk about how to plan the annual Stabathon.

“I’m gonna have to leave my camera here. No one touches it, got it?” Robbie says, moving two fingers from his eyes to you and Charlie’s direction. 

You both nod, trying not to laugh but failing once Robbie leaves the room. After you stop laughing, you and Charlie stare at each other in tense silence. You are now suddenly glad Robbie has left. Charlie looks really good today, and you aren’t going to lie- you want to eat him alive.

“Is that camera off?” you breathe out, not moving your gaze away from Charlie’s.

“I’m sure Robbie turned it off. Why-”

You lurch forward, grabbing Charlie by his face and kissing him deeply. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, forcing his mouth open so you can entangle your tongue with his. Charlie’s hands fly to your waist, his fingers digging into it when you press your hips to his. Your fingers travel from Charlie’s face to the back of his head, gripping his hair softly as you deepen the kiss even more. You start pushing Charlie slightly backward until his ass hits a desk behind him. You’re both now kissing hotly, with open mouths as you pant for air. Your hands let go of Charlie’s hair and grip the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him more flush against you. You grind your hips to gauge his reaction, to which he lets out a strangled whine. 

Sliding your fingers out from underneath the belt loops, you make use of them to unbutton and unzip Charlie’s jeans deftly. He gasps when you pull him out of his underwear.

“Are you sure we should be doing this- oh.”

You look up at Charlie through your lashes as you lick his only slightly hardened tip. You feel him harden more when you start pumping his length before putting most of it in your mouth. Charlie’s hands occupy the back of your head, massaging your scalp gently as you take him deeper. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag but recollect yourself quickly. You take deep breaths through your nose as you relax your throat, taking all of Charlie in as you begin to bob your head up and down.

“Fuck,” Charlie exhales, throwing his head back.

Charlie has to remove one of his hands from your hair to brace himself on the desk behind him. You look up at him, admiring his angelic appearance when being pleasured. His face is all twisted up- his eyes are squeezed shut with his lips pressed together unless he lets out a hiss or moan. You feel Charlie twitch in your mouth as he starts to involuntarily thrust into your mouth.

You hum around his length, placing one of your hands on his tailbone, pushing it forward to allow his thrusts to go deeper. Charlie is a moaning mess, trying his best to keep his sounds quiet. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Charlie warns, pulling at your hair.

You suck in your cheeks, swallowing Charlie up as much as possible as he twitches one last time. He cums down your throat, and you swallow it up and milk him as much as possible until he can’t take it anymore.

Charlie pulls out of your mouth, tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling his jeans back up.

He runs a hand through his hair, “Jesus Christ. What’s gotten into you today?”

“You just look irresistible today, is all,” you joke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a smile.

Charlie is about to return the favor when suddenly, you hear someone loudly running down the hall to the classroom. There’s an erratic knocking on the door as Robbie calls, “Guys!”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Charlie weirdly before walking to the door and opening it.

“Are you okay, Rob?” you ask, concerned.

Robbie looks at you bewildered, and his face turns red, “Uh. I was told something was going on in here via the camera feed. And I came right away.”

You’re confused for a moment, but then it dawns on you. The camera.

“Fuck, I thought it was turned off!” you cry, running to Robbie’s camera, which just so happened to be facing where you and Charlie were previously.

“Haha, yeah, well, it wasn’t,” Robbie cringes, following you to the camera and picking it up, “Sorry folks, the show is over!”

Robbie switches off the camera, which is weird for him to do during the day. But this situation warranted it.

Charlie awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, “You might want to delete that from your site, dude.”

“Good call,” Robbie nods, “Take my laptop and do it. I have to go back to detention. Mr. Applewhite only let me go because Kirby popped in and told us there was an emergency.”

The rest of the time slot for Film Club is spent in awkward silence and a feeling of horror as you and Charlie see how many people viewed and commented on the feed. You quickly edit today’s feed and delete the part where you gave Charlie the best head of his life. Too bad everyone saw it. 

School tomorrow was going to be hell. Was it worth it? Maybe…

[law-d-water-trafalgar]

Heyo, stariski!

If you read this when you were sick, don't do anything and do some recovering. Your body need to rest. If you're already healthy, then congratulations! Keep eating healthy and yummy food while drinking some water to stay hydrated.

So, about the request, can i ask Trafalgar Law with s/o who like into bdsm? The scenario was the both of them were outside the submarine and Law was like, teasing them. Like caressing his own body while looking at his s/o seductively, making them feel hot and bothered. Maybe like tempted them.

If you uncomfortable with the bdsm, you can skip it if you want<33

Thanks so much for your request! <3 @makemake22 I do hope you like it.

Credit to @the-fluff-piece for helping edit this. Your the best! <3 She doesn't do kinks but I do. She helped edit not write this. She takes mainly fluff requests!

S&M S\O Whose Into BDSM NSFW 18+

Law X GN!Reader

' = Thoughts 

" = Speech

* = Sound effect or Actions

(N)'s POV

You couldn’t help but glance at Law. Who kept adjusting his belt revealing the bottom of his hard abs making your cheeks turn dusted pink. His black and yellow hoodie ruffled at every touch of himself. Him caressing his stomach, abs, and hips adjusting, his pants and belt often as you watch walking behind him the area deserted. You've been with Law for years, enough to know when he’s hot and bothered. 

'Hehe I bet he’s at least semi hard right now' Thinking to yourself.

"(N) You’re quiet whatsup-Ya?" Perking your ears up you hear Law ask as you put your hands on your hips. Both of you had been walking on a lush green island with huge trees. He had told the crew before you guys had left to stay aboard the Polar Tang. As he stops, turning back towards you, he teases the bottom of his hoodie giving you a kind of seductive look with a glint of his golden eyes piercing through your soul, making you blush slightly. 

"I’m just watching the show" You state as he raises an eyebrow at you. He slowly raises his hoodie past his head pinning you in place with his honey colored eyes. While he discards his hoodie on the forest floor a smirk is adorning his lips. Feeling a wetness and heat start to blossom in your nether regions, you knew what he wanted and you had an idea of how to tease him back. Stepping forward, sliding off your travel backpack, you retrieve a long rope along with sea stone cuffs. Hearing Law shift his weight in front of you he turns around with his hands on his V slits, inked fingers slightly inside the seams of his pants with a slight bulge forming. Quickly grabbing his wrist and cuffing one inked hand, then the other behind his back, causes Kikoku to fall with a *clank* on the grassy floor.

"Hey what are yo-" He's cut off by you turning him round, him watching your actions. Clicking his tongue he swiftly closes the gap between you both, lips on lips his tongue seeks yours  fighting for dominance. As yours wins he moans softly into your plump soft lips. Shoving him a foot away, you reach to his belt easily undoing and pulling it from his waist causing his pants to sag slightly.

"Do you think I’ll behave for you so easily? You'll have to work harder (N). Goodluck-Ya" His husky voice rumbles in his throat.  As you *snap* his belt around him striking his rear making him release a grunted moan.

"I'm gonna show you a real tease you brat." your words roll off your tongue as he tilts his head back towards you, a smirk tugging his lips. 

"Oh is that right? Then show me already-Ya '' He says with a tch.

'What a brat he can be sometimes' You think as you throw the end of the rope up and over a big tree branch.

'This should be able to hold his one hundred and eighty pound ass up.' You think as you grab and tie the end of the Shibari rope to the chain on his cuffs.You quickly went to work, snaking the soft rope through his armpits and knotting them so his arms were restricted . Him trying to shake you off. Grabbing your smallish wooden paddle out of your travel bag you spank his ass hard knowing just how bad it turns him on when you take charge. Knot by knot you tied it around his neck with enough space so as to not choke him. Sliding off his pants. Through to his waist knotting diamonds then down to his crotch area knotting a diamond formation around the bulge in his boxers, so as to not hurt his precious cock. Wrapping the rope around his thighs then tying the final knots to hold him up, he makes no attempt to struggle anymore as he knows you're the one in charge. 

"(N...) What are you planning now-Ya?" He coyly asks, seemingly shy now. You've both had a great sex life over the years but this? This was new for him. You've never tied him up before now. Paddles and toys yes, you both dabbled in them. But you could tell by his shyness he was obediently letting you have your way with him, playing the sub as you played the role of dom. The rope supporting his weight, you fished out his precumming cock out of his black boxers with him blushing scarlet at his predicament. Rope against his neck he softly gets out

"Be gentle (N)-Ya" Staring him in his golden irises you respond

"I'll do what I want to you Law" This makes him whine, sensing he was about to complain, you *slap* the paddle against his plump ass again causing him to gutter out a seductive moan. 

"Ah so you enjoy being a sub. Being a masochist is hot after all, Law" The words spill out of your mouth as you spank him again.

"Like this? You like that Law, you brat!" Aggressive words threaten his ego as he moans out.

"Ahh! Yes (N) just like that please more-Ya'' His cock twitches as you punish his brattyness. 

Reaching into your bag again you pull out a ball gag, slipping it onto Law's head over his nose, but he refuses to open his mouth. *Slap* Him moaning out yet again you quickly slid the ball gag into his mouth as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. Causing him to start pooling out drools, dripping onto the dirt floor. Reaching under his drool you let him soak your fingers as your hand meets his neglected dick. Coating his member with his precum and saliva you start to pump slowly making him sound off a guttural whine through his ball gag, his body slightly shaking, hung up on the rope. Pumping harder and faster with one hand you make direct eye contact with him hung up by ropes. Edging him on before stopping him, whining uncontrollably now, you use one hand to stimulate his cock and the other to punish his moans with the paddle. *Spank* *Spank* 

"You like that Brat?!" Your words pierce his ears with an empty threat which he knew. Him making animalistic whining noises as you continue pumping, then stop before he could cum. Peeking at his face you now see him with harshly closed eyes.

"Open your eyes and watch what I'm doing, to you brat!" Your voice commands *Slap* as he reluctantly obeys. 

"Now for the main event my darling brat" Cooing to him you drop your pants and underwear. shaking them off as you jump onto him. Inserting his cock into you slowly, making you both moan.

"Ahh Law you feel s'good but i'm not done with you yet." Whispering into his ear you start grinding into his groin, softly swinging on his member like a swing set, occasionally pumping yourself up and down onto his pelvis, causing his dick to twitch and him to shake uncontrollably as his cock stiffens, his already hard member harder now. Feeling that hot coil inside your groin unleash, you feel yourself riding out literally, your orgasm as Law moans with you. 

"Ahh god!! Yess! Law Im cumming! Be a good boy and I'llill make you cum too." You toy with him, grinding down on to his dick, his body beading sweat now as you've been going at this for a solid hour just completely ruthlessly teasing and edging him on. Though you've done those parts before so he knows the payoff will be worth it. Continuing to ride him through your orgasm you start picking up the pace, now fully satisfied on your end, you had to fulfill your subs needs. Clenching your hole tight he grunts moaning in response. Feeling his cock stiff yet again knowing he was close you didn't stop this time and kept up your pace. Hard, fast, and rough. Soon his moaning seemed uncontrollable as you felt his cock twitch inside you, releasing his seed squirting into your fleshy cavern. This was it what Law had been longing for. This is why he started teasing you. This sweet release of pure ecstasy. *Slap* Hitting his bottom, as you clench your weeping hole around his dick, riding out his sex high. Sloshing and moaning are the only sounds, resonating from that part of the forest. Panting heavily now you both slowly catch your breath. You slowly ride him to a halt, knees shaking from the stimulus. 

"Okay my love, how was that?" Asking as you remove his ball gag, him swallowing his saliva before saying

"It felt fantastic (N), though my legs went numb-Ya..." Laughing at him you slowly pick yourself up. Hands on his chest as you hear a *Pop* then feel both of your juices leaking down your thighs, seeing some get onto his chest as you hop off of him. You skillfully untie the knots you made on him starting with the last ones first. Slowly letting him down, he collapses onto the grassy floor as you finish untying him, then unlocking his cuffs and putting away everything you had brought into your travel backpack. Gathering both of your clothes you put on your underwear and pants then help him into his clothes, him shaking slightly still. 

"You were so good my little brat" saying as you ruffle his hair plopping his hat back onto its rightful place on top of his head. Picking up Kikoku he shyly asks

"Ready to head back now?" Sliding on your backpack you nod interweaving your fingers with his. 

"What a stress reliever!" You state as you both make your way back to the Polar Tang.

[artemistorm]

Prompt ask: Cuddles

Bonus points if it includes Wild, Hyrule, Legend, and/or Ravio or Wolfie 💜

Oops. Here's 1051 words of everyone's favorite chaos duo (and Epona too!) somehow managing mischief even when trapped in an icy sinkhole.

******

"Well this is fun," Wild said, hands on his hips and looked up at the tall and ice-covered walls of the circular pit they were in.

"I wouldn't call being portaled into an inescapable icy sinkhole as fun," Hyrule said.

"At least we got the horse," Wild glanced Epona who made an annoyed horse noise and shook her mane.

"And we got everyone's stuff too," Hyrule said eyeing Epona's saddlebags. "We should look through them and see if there's anything we can use to get out of here like a hookshot or something."

"Good idea, ehehehe, and we have a rare opportunity to see what cool stuff they've got hidden away," Wild said.

Three raided sweets stashes, two explosions, and one weirdly angry bottled bee later and the two boys found nothing that could help them escape their icy prison; annoyingly, the rest of their companions had kept their mobility items on their person for the portal jump.

“I hope everyone else is okay out there,” Hyrule said making a little next out of blankets and clothes from everyone’s bags. “The sky is clear tonight which means it is going to be very cold.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Wild said piling blankets on Epona’s back. “Probably. Hopefully…. They better be.”

“How thick do you think this ice is?” Hyrule tapped a bare patch of dark blue ice that filled the entire bottom of the sinkhole. “It looks thick enough to tolerate a fire, don’t you think?”

“If it can hold the weight of a fully-laden horse I’m sure it’s thick enough for a bonfire, let alone a regular campfire.”

“Oh? Bonfire time? I’ll start setting it up!”

“Don’t get too crazy,” Wild cautioned. “I’d rather not go swimming if we can help it. Also, you don’t happen to have any grass or hay for Epona in your pack do you?”

“Uh, sorry, no. I only have breadsticks, salted ham, and all of Warriors’ candy.”

“Hmm. Alright. Sorry girl, looks like you’re having only apples and carrots for dinner.”

Epona made a horse noise that was the equivalent of “I really don’t mind. Give me all the apples and carrots you got.”

******

Two hours later, Hyrule and Wild were cozied up together in the blanket and clothing nest well fed and sitting in front of the roaring bonfire with Epona standing close behind on her own bed of blankets laid down for her (sorry Legend, they’re your blankets).

“How long do you think we’ll be stuck here?” Wild asked. Hyrule sighed.

“Probably a while. The others have no way to know that we’re down here. It’s not like we walked here and left tracks or a trail for Wolfie to follow.”

“I have enough apples for Epona to last two or three days at the most, then we’ll have to start sharing our food with her,” Wild said. “I love you Epona, but I’d rather not give you all the wheat and rice I have, which isn’t very much to start with.”

“I wonder if she likes salted ham,” Hyrule pondered. “Or candy.”

“She probably does,” Wild shrugged. “They say horses are omnivores. Isn’t that right, girl?”

Epona made a horse noise that meant “I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.”

“Despite the literal icy prison we’re in, this isn’t so bad,” Hyrule mused. “We’ve got a bigger fire than Time normally lets us make, all the blankets we could ever want, and nobody to fight with over the food. We can eat as much bread and meat skewers and other people’s sweets as we want.”

“You know what? You’re right,” Wild agreed. “Let’s enjoy being in ice jail while we’re here.”

“I hope they don’t find us anytime soon,” Hyrule said. “We’ve only just begun to scratch the surface of exploring what’s in everyone’s packs.”

“Hehe, then let’s get back to it… in the morning,” Wild yawned. “I’m tired and it’s cold.”

“Sure thing,” Hyrule said and nestled even further down into the blankets like a kitten.

******

“Well you guys look cozy,” a voice woke both Wild and Hyrule in the early morning.

“Twilight!” Wild exclaimed disentangling himself from the blanket pile he’d burrowed into. “What are you doing here?!”

“Looking for you two. And Epona. And all our stuff. Which it looks like you took the liberty of exploring.”

“You realize this is an ice-filled sinkhole and we can’t get out of here right?” Hyrule said. “You just trapped yourself down here with us.”

“How do you think I got down here?” Twilight rattled the climbing harness and the rope that connected him to the upper rim of the sinkhole. Sky and Legend waved down at them. Hyrule waved back and Wild gave them a thumbs up.

“Oh yay, we’re saved,” Hyrule said apathetically.

“Why don’t you sound excited?” Twilight asked. “We’re going to fish you out of this hole.”

“Is everyone else alright?” Wild asked.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. We all managed to find the same hunting cabin and stayed the night there.”

“How did you even find us?” Hyrule asked.

“We saw your smoke signal,” Twilight motioned to the smoldering remains of their bonfire. “You went a little crazy, didn’t ya?” Hyrule giggled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wild said.

“It’s a perfectly ordinary regular-sized campfire,” Hyrule said.

“Neigh,” Epona disagreed.

“Are you two going to get up or just sit there wrapped in blankets like a pair of hibernating bears?”

“Alright, alright, we’re going,” Wild reluctantly stood up and Hyrule groaned and wrapped the blankets around his shoulders even tighter.

“Four’s making berry porridge at the cabin, so if you want some before Wind eats it all, you two had better hurry up,” Twilight said.

“The question is how do we get Epona out of the pit?” Hyrule asked.

“That’s the easy part,” Wild said. “I have horse armor that can teleport the horse. All I—or you or Time—have to do is to whistle the horse-call song and poof! There she is beside you.”

“What? Seriously? That’s so cool!” Hyrule exclaimed.

“Let’s do that then,” Twilight said. “You two get up and pack up and we’ll rappel you up.”

“This has been one short lived vacation,” Hyrule said. “But it was a good one.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Wild agreed.

The End.

[humanbug]

Stoner!Ellie Drabble

a/n: enjoy this totally self-indulgent drabble. i've never written smut before so i hope this is okay!! this is kinda short because it's an idea i had literally at work and didn't want to forget hehe. also because this is self-indulgent it is written is 1st POV. feedback is always welcome!! enjoy &lt;3

| NSFW 18+ MDNI |

warning(s): smoking/weed, modern!au, established relationship, porn with minimal plot, angst (if you squint), switch!ellie, switch!reader, fingering e!receiving, semi-public sex (backyard)

There is a cold nip in the air as I exhale. Pulling my legs to my chest I lean against the wall of the porch. Resting the joint in between my lips, I glance at my watch, 3:34 am. Damn. One minute off. Taking in a deep inhale I move the joint in between my fingers. Exhaling, I glance down, picking absentmindedly at my nails. My head darts up, eyes wide as the back door opens. 

Eyeing Ellie as she leans against the door, looking at me with curious eyes. I let out a small sniffle, the old air making my nose run slightly. Meeting her eyes I say in a small voice, “Couldn’t sleep. Thought smokin’ would help.”

Stepping around and sliding down the wall to sit next to me. Holding her left hand out, I slide the joint in between her fingers. Admiring how she looks borderline edible simply smoking. 

“What’s on your mind? I can see the gears turning behind your eyes.” She asks, head leaning against the wall as she exhales. 

Fiddling with my nails, I bury my head into my knees, letting out a huff. Feeling Ellie’s hand hold the back of my neck, massaging gently, I let myself lean into her body, already feeling less anxious. Clearing my throat, I blindly raise my hand to reach for the joint.

She tuts at me, holding it just out of reach. “Uh-uh, answer my question first.”. At my dramatic sigh she chuckles, still not handing me my joint.

“Uh- my- my mom called today…” I confess quietly, not wanting to hear it in my own ears. 

An understanding hum rumbles in her chest, her hand slipping the joint in between my fingers. Sitting up I put it in between my lips, head dropping against the wall.

“How bad was it?” She asks, running her fingers against her palm. Her tell of anxiety. Rolling my head to face her I give her a dull look for an answer. “Bad.” She gives herself a verbal answer. Blowing a cloud of smoke against her freckled face I mumble out, “Smart girl.”

Coughing obnoxiously, she shoves a hand against my shoulder, mumbling ‘asshole’. A giggle rises in my throat, the weed starting to make my eyes heavy and my cheeks warm. Stubbing the joint on the cool concrete I straighten my legs, knees cracking from the cold. Feeling Ellie’s eyes on me as I scoot forward. 

“Where you goin’ bug?” She mumbles.

Biting my bottom lip I crawl over onto her lap. “Nowhere. Just chilly.” I giggle out and melt against her, nuzzling my cold nose against her neck, smiling when I feel her shiver, her hands wrapping around my waist. Peppering kisses along her neck I run my hands down her sides, huffing when my hands can’t find their way under her hoodie. 

Ellie chuckles at my pouting, hands drifting to the band of my sweatpants, “What do you want baby, hm? Use your big girl words and tell me what you want.” She says leaning into my neck.

Huffing out a whine, “Els…please”. Hands getting grabby, until I feel a sharp tug at the back of my head, whining loudly I grip at her hoodie. A warm feeling pooling in my lower belly. 

“What did I say baby? Big girls do what, hm? Use their words right?” She scolds, red rimmed eyes darkening. Another sharp tug makes my eyes water. “Please Els, pretty please. Please don’t wanna have to think anymore. Please let me touch you.” I ramble out, face flushing in embarrassment. 

“That’s my good girl.” She muses, biting her bottom lip as she grins at me. Her grip loosens as she guides me forward. Lips meeting in a frenzy of whimpers and hums of satisfaction. My tongue licks at the seam of her lips, begging for entrance. Granting entrance, our tongues meet and explore as if for the first time. Ellie's hands grip the band of my sweatpants, pulling me closer. Grinding into her, the warm drip in my lower body intensifying.

Pulling back, out of breath I kiss down her neck. Smirking against her skin when she leans her head against the wall letting out a soft moan. Wiggling my right down and past the band of her sweatpants and past her boxers, I settle my hand flat on her, barely stroking my fingers against her warm skin. Giving her a cocky smile when her head falls from the wall, eyes clouding over. 

She chuckles, leaning forward placing her lips lightly on mine and mumbling, “The fuck is that smile for, huh? You think you're in charge baby? Get to work.”

Pressing my lips firmly against hers I let my fingers run down, making firm circles against her clit. My body fills with warmth and pride at the loud sounds that escape her throat. Putting all of my weight onto my knees I let my free hand trail underneath her hoodie and palming my hands over her chest. Slipping two fingers into her cunt, thumb keeping firm pressure on her clit and my free hand rolling a pebbled nipple in between my fingers I press my lips against hers swallowing the raspy moan that escapes her throat. 

A confident smile curves my lips as she lets out a string of curse words and barely audible whimpers. “C’mon, baby. You’re doin’ so good for me.” I whisper against her. The drip in my lower belly is a flood now as I feel her tightening around my fingers at my praise. Always such a sucker for praise. 

“C’mon Els. Give me what I want. You can do it baby” I say in a low voice. Fingers curling inside her and rolling and pinching her nipples. Fuck I could cum just watching her come undone on my fingers. 

“Fuck. Please-” She says gibberish as she presses her forehead to mine. 

She brings her hands that have been on my waist in a bruising grip up to my face, cupping my jaw and pressing her lips to mine. Mumbling incoherently against my lips I can feel her tightening around my fingers. 

“Fuck baby. Fucking look at you. Cum for me baby c’mon.” I speak against her lips and can’t hold back my own moan as I feel her cunt spasming around my fingers. Grinning as I hear her whimper and grip at my wrist when I don’t slow my pace. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Please- baby.” She stutters, breathing heavily against my mouth. 

Finally relenting, I gently remove my hand, letting out a small giggle as Ellie throws her head back against the wall, out of breath. Scooting forward, I bring my middle and ring finger to my mouth and hold eye contact as I clean my fingers. 

As her breathing returns to normal, she sits up burrowing herself into my neck. Letting out a squeal at the ticklish feeling I bring my fingers into her messy hair. Giggling I hold her impossibly close, humming in content. 

“Let’s go inside” She whispers and grips my hips as I shift off of her. As we both stand on wobbly legs, I jump at a sharp smack to my butt and giggle as she grabs my waist, leaning down and saying with a nip to my ear. “It’s your turn.” Leaning my head back and biting back a grin as we stumble towards our room.

[water9826]

CURSED SOUL NOBARA! MEET RESONANCE!

It took much longer than I thought to draw this lovely lady. She was next on the roster, and it was a pleasure to draw her! Albeit poorly :')

Anyways! This is Resonance! She is another part of the chaotic group of guardians that watch over Yuuji. She communicates with clicks (usually made from her metallic limbs) or soft trills. Despite not having a face, she is still very expressive. Her mood can be decerned from the rose on her eye. If its in full bloom, she is content. The more upset she gets, the more the rose will wilt. If she becomes enraged, the rose will leak a blood-like substance while the vines around her multiply. She is specialized in long range defense/offense for Yuuji. She can shoot out the nails from her vines and control where each one goes. Her aim is deadly accurate. She is still able to use techniques like Hairpin on her nails. The nails will grow back quickly as long as she has enough energy. She also enjoys jamming a nail into anyone (aka Infinite) who annoys her. With Yuuji, she is careful not to accidentally stab him. At some point, Yuuji gets special mittens for her arms ;)

ALRIGHT FIRST PIC. The picture on the upper left is my finalized design for Resonance. For the most part. I say that because I am still indecisive of what I want her leg shape to be. I settled on more crooked legs in the end. Drawing her neck and arms were incredibly difficult bc I know next to nothing about anatomy. Luckily, Resonance is not a human so I could get away with some wacky proportions. Overall, I want her to resemble a limp marionette that can walk on its own thanks to the sharp ends of its legs. That theme carried on throughout all my designs. I debated on whether I should tear up her clothes or not since Nobara is known for her outfits. However, it would not make since for Resonance to have zero tears considering how sharp she is and how long she has been alive. She still enjoys wearing new outfits when she can.

Second pic! This image on the top right is an older drawing. Resonance cannot touch Yuuji without risking him getting cut, so she usually likes to dangle roses in front of Yuuji's face to tickle him. The other image is of an older design of Resonance. I cannot reveal the true meaning behind the image without spoiling future chapter ideas hehe

Third and fourth pic! The drawings on the bottom left/right are my first designs of Resonance. I found them in a tiny notepad I had and they're pretty rough, but I wanted to include them anyways :)

Until next time!

[justpentdraws]

"a helping hand"

the first bit of writing i did for third wing au - a life series au set in the world of fourth wing. it tells a story of how tango makes his way over the parapet and, also, how tango and skizz met. because of its lenght (as you can see below, not a great one), it won't be going on ao3 like. ever. unless i actually make it a chapter. anyway enjoy.

note: this is also the piece of writing that has skizz's double blue eyes, a funny error i made and decided to not edit out for the sake of a joke hehe

word count: 1594

"Next... Tango Tek!"

Tango swallowed and slowly stepped onto the stone bricks of the parapet. His courier bag suddenly stopped seeming like a good idea, but he trained for this. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Just don't look down, he told himself, and you'll be alright.

A blow of wind hit the bridge and his step became wobbly for a second. Just keep going. Don't look down.

"MOVE, TEK!" One of the older trainees called out mockingly. Tango ignored him.

Desperately trying to keep his mind away from the enormous drop - just waiting to swallow him whole and make him just another name written in stone, another plain grave at the bottom - he started looking at the walls of the fortress raising up before him in the distance. Were the splashes of colour on the dark stone banners? No, that was stupid, the dragon riders did not have banners, and even if they had, they wouldn't be colourful, they'd be black, of course they'd be black, it was basic knowledge.

Tango felt a burning pain in his left shoulder where the strap from his bag dug in. Should he change arms? He stopped himself from glancing down beneath his feet. Was the bridge wide enough to allow it? He didn't even notice when his legs had begun shaking from the fatigue. Keep going. Don't look down.

After a few more steps he couldn't bear the weight laid on his left hand side anymore. He stopped and almost slipped, which cost him an adrenaline rush and certainly a few years of his life. Having caught his ballance again, he slowly slipped the strap from his shoulder and took two deep breaths of relief.

It would be so easy to toss it down the bridge.

It would be even easier to just let himself fall, but unfortunately, Tango wanted to live.

He made a small, determined sound and pulled the strap of the bag over his right shoulder. "Keep going.", he whispered. "Don't look down."

Something fell on his nose. A raindrop. Tango's heart raced for a split second. Even a small rain could be deadly on the parapet. He froze and started praying to every god he knew for a helping hand.

When after a minute there were no other drops coming, he relaxed for a bit. He opened his eyes - when had he closed them? - and gazed out into the open space, the fortress and the spots of colour...

Suddenly, one of the spots shifted and Tango felt like if his stomach fell from the bridge out to the valley below.

Those were not symbols, nor roofs, and definetly not banners, he realized with a chill running down his spine. Those were dragons.

He let out a sound between a cry and a scream of terror, making a few wobbly steps back. His voice carried out with an echo, quickly silenced by the creeping mists. When did they appear this high up?

Tango felt himself slip out of balance, the wind crying in his ears was slowly silenced by the beating of his own heart, the rush of blood. He miraculously caught balance again. Don't look...

Down.

A strong sense of vertigo closed its cold claws around his gut. Tango scrunched the fabric of his vest with both hands, bending his knees. He felt dizzy. Barely hearable through his racing heartbeat were footsteps behind him.

Everything was so loud. The mist was pressing on to him from all dirrections. The footsteps were getting closer. His own heartbeat sounded deafening to him. He started breathing faster, his lungs burned as if the air there was too thin to sustain him for long enough. He couldn't move. It could not be that high up. He couldn't see for all the mist. He couldn't hear, he couldn't...

He felt a pair of heavy hands on his shoulders, stabilizing him on the parapet. He yelped. From a jumble of thoughts in Tango's mind, one floated up over the chaos as he gasped for more air. They are going to kill me.

How come he didn't make it to the end before someone caught up? How could he be that stupid? He knew he shouldn't stop. He should keep going and don't look down. Keep going. Don't look down. He was going to die.

"Hey, buddy?" A voice a lot warmer than a battle cry he expected suddenly broke through his racing heartbeat and howling wind. "Do you need a hand?"

Tango gasped something incoherent in response, trying to look over his shoulder and wobbled, but the hands kept him in place.

"Woah there, easy..." The other cadet seemed... worried. Why was he worried? Why should he worry about anything else than just tossing Tango off the bridge like a worthless sack of dead weight he was? "I'm gonna need you to breathe for me, okay? Slowly."

The dark spots that started appearing within his field of vision did not leave him any choice but to frantically nod his head.

"No, I don't think you heard me. Slooooooowly." The reliable grip on his shoulders strengthened. "Breathe in."

Tango forced himself to hold his breath for a second. The world suddenly felt... Quieter.

"Very good!" He could hear the other man smile. "Now, breathe out. Slowly."

The air felt warm exiting his lungs, through his throat and nose. Everything started becoming more bearable. Even the blood rushing in his ears seemed to slow down with his breathing.

"Breathe in?" The voice commanded again. Tango obediently inhaled another sip of cold air, this time managing to avoid frantic gasping for it. Did the mists go away? "Breathe out. Okay?" A slight shift in the weight put on his shoulders brought him back to reality. "We need to move now, buddy. Can I take your bag?"

"No... No." Tango managed to spit out the first words since the world started spinning. There were important things in that bag. "I have to... I have to carry it. Myself."

"You sure?" His savior didn't seem convinced. After Tango did not deny, he sighed. "Okay... So hold my hands then. Can I let go of you?"

"Mhm." Tango nodded, stabilizing himself on his own two feet as he felt the weight slowly taken off his shoulders. It wasn't long until the same pair of hands found his, providing additional balance.

"Now come on." The other cadet squeezed Tango's hands in his in a reassuring gesture.

"You will fall..." He protested weakly. "I will slip and I will fall, and you are going to fall too if you keep helping me like this."

"If you die, I die." The other man replied without hesitation. "But if I get to the end of the damn bridge, you are getting there with me. Now, move. One step at the time. And if you slip, I'm going to catch you."

Of course, he wasn't. Tango knew it. He might've been small, but even if the other cadet was as strong as his hands felt, Tango's weight would knock him out of balance and send them both flying to their early graves at the bottom of the valley. But at that moment, with wind whistling around them and mists finally creeping down, he found himself believing his unexpected savior. So he took a step. And then another. And another.

"Tell me about something you like." The other man did not seem bothered by his shaky movements.

"Clocks." Tango immediately spat out. "Mechanisms. Do you know that pendulum clocks run solely on gravity?"

"The force that will inevitably claim our lives once we get dragons to fall off of? Cool." His companion snickered.

"Well, not quite." Tango realized that it would probably be better to ignore the impression. "You see, they actually have these amazing systems..."

And he ranted away, explaining various types of clocks with his face turned forwards, away from the only pair of ears listening. Or not. Tango did not mind. The only thing that mattered was he hardly even noticed when he let go of his savior's hands, or even when the parapet finally widened when it reached the wall of the fortress.

He was in! Tango made a noise half resembling a burst of surprised laughter and resisted the urge to jump around with excitement - his legs were still shaking and he was still standing a bit too close to the edge for his comfort. Instead, he turned around for the first time since he stepped onto the parapet, and met the blue eyes of his savior.

The other cadet had blue eyes, vast like the sky that just attempted to swallow them both and deep as the underwater caves that seem to not have a bottom, and a kind, honest smile, framed by his dark, curly hair gathered back in a ponytail. He was nearly a foot taller than Tango - which, knowing Tango's height, was not exactly that impressive - and he was wearing what once might've been a leather jacket, but now had its sleeves ripped off, leaving frayed edges of a white shirt sticking through. "We made it!" He spoke triumphantly, spreading his arms in a friendly gesture.

Tango hugged him, feeling the other man nearly lift him up in the air with a giggle. "We made it!" Tango agreed.

When they finally let go of each other, his companion held up a hand. "I don't think we were introduced properly. My name is Skizzle, you can call me Skizz."

"Tango." He shook the offered hand. "Tango Tek, nice to meet you.”

[ouroboros-hideout]

WIP WEDNESDAY WHENEVER

I got tagged by @theviridianbunny thank youuu!

ART

The Kurt drawing I started a month ago is almost finished so I won't show that as a WIP again lol. But I settled on what I want to draw next already and I am way to hyped by the idea (Cyberpunk/Witcher crossover)

WRITING

I write quite a lot lately (or try to). Manly oc stuff because I managed to get obsessed with Alyona. Welp.

Her character introduction for my AU is halfway finished, but I am overthinking if it got a little to shippy (I didn't intendet that in the beginning but it just happened and I like it hehe). Maybe I make my shippy stuff into something extra and name it after the ship to keep the actual AU "cleaner" bc it's not that important for the plot. I don't know! I can't organzie my stuff!

Here's a preview of the introduction tho. For context: It's a backflash and around 2073, the business in Dtown starts to bloom and she comes for a visit to see what the Colonel came up with (try not to cringe by posting your writing but cringe anyway):

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A woman got out of the helicopter after them. Relatively tall, slim, athletically muscular, her short black hair was tousled by the wind, the sides of her skull were shaved short. She wore simple, military-style clothing. Cargo pants, lace-up heavy boots, a tactical leather jacket. Everything was kept in black and dark olive tones. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was from here and it would be easy for her to blend in with the masses in Dogtown. One detail that made her stand out, was a multitude of thin scars that ran from the lower left side of her face across her nose and up to her forehead. Judging by the degree of healing, it was a very old wound. At least on the outside.

She walked confidently past her people, holding a bottle of clear liquid with an elaborately designed label in her right hand. Probably high-proof alcohol from her home.

After a few steps, however, she stopped abruptly and pushed the aviator glasses she was wearing down a little to look over the rim in disbelief and with a raised eyebrow.

"You look old, Kurt," she said blatantly, examined the man in front of her from top to bottom and continued to walk slowly towards the him, then took her glasses off completely and put them in the inside pocket of her jacket.

"It hasn't been that long since we last saw each other, has it?"

Her English was remarkably good when compared to other representatives from this part of the world who were usually up for business in Dogtown. However, she was unable to mask the slight accents common to the Russian language.

Kurt ignored her little teasing and tried to be professional.

"I'm glad you're here too." He couldn't help but welcome her with a thin smile." And it should be about half a year. The last time was in Laos during the negotiations."

Both slowly came to a halt in front of each other. Jago had followed the Colonel discreetly and kept to the background.

"That was six months ago already. Seems like I did good on suppressing the memories about that terrible place“, she answered shaking her head in disbelief.

"How was the flight?" he added tersely.

"Ah," she made a dismissive hand gesture. "Alright. I am getting used to traveling.“ She showed him the bottle she brought with her. „Here's your favorite. Don't worry, I've got more in the helicopter."

Without further ado, she pressed it into Hansen's hand.

For all the people standing by who were not yet familiar with Alyona and her way of dealing with Kurt, this whole encounter must have seemed incredibly strange. They all only knew him as the undisputed authority figure and nobody, except at most his old brothers in arms, would dare to talk to him like that. And even there were limits.

Alyona finally looked with interest at the man standing behind the Colonel.

„And who is the cute little cat? I don't think we've met yet.“

Jago's features froze completely and he didn't think he had heard correctly.

"The cute little... EXCUSE ME?" he replied with audible outrage in his voice.

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And I still NEED to write her fucking lore down. I think I got it togehter by now.

VP (new to the list)

Just started to activly making pics on my console and would like to come up with a little series in the future maybe.

Atm I try to make pics for a fun Discord Challenge where I have to show a single day in the live of my V. Since I am still obsessed with a certain disctrict I thought I make it a "Dogtown Days"- Edition. I struggle with the limited set of poses but I'll figure something out.

Yea think that's it for now. I still have so many ideas for a lot of different things but I have to restrain myself and finish some things first before I get lost in my WIP-Limbo.

[yuanvei]

Long message 💌 Hello Yuan! This is 🍋 anon! I woke up this morning and saw that you finally posted xo lvl 2 right when I fell asleep lol seeing the 23k wc, I knew I was in for a long ride so I rushed to do my chores in order to read it right away!

Damn, this fic was darker than I thought it was gonna be. The intro got me so hooked, it was so so good. I can’t help but feel pity for the protagonist :( I’m so invested in this story and I really felt like crying whenever she struggled.

Minji is so kind, I’m worried what will happen to her. I have a theory about Minji but I could be wrong and just overthinking it. Also, I love Hee’s character! His conversation with the protagonist was kinda funny to me. When he stayed behind after Minji and Jungwon left, I already guessed what the poll was going to be about and DREADED it. This is so hard! What if we choose the wrong thing?? Also, I loved the song references you sneaked in there 👀

Iirc, you said back then you wouldn’t write for Enha anymore (maybe excluding Jungwon), but seeing your recent posts, I guess you changed your mind. You’re my fave writer fr. I love Jungwon so much and I’m thankful he’s your muse (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Have you seen En-Drama? It’s how I imagined the members throughout the whole time reading. XO (and your works in general) would be a huge hit if it was a drama, you’re THAT good.

I also wanna say that your layout is immaculate. And please don’t ever doubt or downplay your writing because it’s beyond just amazing. Trust me. It’s so immersive and really draws you in. Magnetic, if I may say. I aspire and strive to be a writer as good as you are. You’re definitely gonna be a successful mangaka someday.

I’m already excited (and nervous!) for the upcoming levels even though we have to wait for a while. I know this fic took a long time to create and you said you’ll do your other film projects so I hope you get some good rest and good luck with your studies as well! Keep safe always, and we love you 💓

🍋 nonnie !! :(( i cried lol- u have no idea how my heart dropped when i saw this ask from my notifs cuz like i was rlly sad bc there's barely any anon ask beside yours, so i thought ys;xo flops bc no one is interested enough to talk about it.. but your ask RLLY MADE MY DAYY THANK YOUUU SM FOR THIS SWEET MESSAGE<33 im vv grateful for u for taking your time to write this 🫶🫶

i'm so glad you love the intro as much as i do!! and the fact that u feel sm for the protagonist too, she is prob one of my complex protagonists as of now. and it's only going to get rlly rlly dark w the upcoming levels.

you can tell me more bout your theories hehe but i won't be able to tell more bc no spoilers 🤫🤫 im glad hee's character was lovable bc i keep giggling as well while writing his scene w mc >< ALSO IM HAPPY U NOTICE THE SONG REFERENCES

oh about enha, yep tbh I've kind of lose interest in them n and jungwon was the only reason why im still around but i have to say this comeback w xo and brought the heat back is def my fav !! not to mention that jake is looking too good recently—very much influenced by a cantonese film i've watched recently. 🤭

and about en-drama — i don't rlly catch up w enha's updates apart from their mvs & comebacks, I've seen en-drama many times on my yt but it doesn't rlly catch my interest, however i might watch it one of these days to get an inspo for ys;xo :D BUT YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME THANK YOUU ,, i'm very happy that u think so :((

i'm glad u like my layout btw !! 😭 and once again thank you thank you VERY MUCHHH for all these encouraging words, i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart 🫠🫶 it's so sweet of u to spend sm of your time writing this and it's making me emotional lol ,, and yes you're going to become an amazing writer too, maybe even more better than me ! >:)) it's going to be a journey, but fighting and ik u can do it !! 🫶 and the mangaka part PLS ill keep these words forever in my heart I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO THIS THANK UUU

you're very kind 😭😭 im so happy you're around 🍋 anonnie,, i'll make to sure deliver a more better story thru xo level 3 !! have a good rest too !! stay safe, and take care 🥹🫶

[leaderwon]

HATE THAT...

chapter 37 — pink shoes

Synopsis :- In a world where lovers are destined and written by fate, You hated the idea of a soulmate, or maybe you just hated him. Jake wanted a soulmate, a lover to be with for the rest of eternity. Just not you. Not wanting eachother, the both of you occupy yourself with someone else. But the universe had other plans.

luna's diary : a bit of a soft chapter. Kinda like a calm before the storm before y/n's mental health completely deteriorates.

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You wiped your sweat off with the back of your palm as you continued to dig. Where the fuck was it?

"Guess you're not the only one who was curious" You heard a voice behind you. You turned around to see Jake looking at you.

"How long have you been standing there for?" You said avoiding eye contact with the boy. "Long enough to know you've been digging at the wrong spot" He said chuckling.

"What?" You said confused. "It was 20 feet away from that tree" You said finally looking at your soulmate. "Nope it was 25" He objected.

"Huh? I remember it being 20 though?" You said as a look of puzzlement crossed your face. "If you don't believe me, try digging 5 feet away" He said smirking.

You started digging in hopes of finally finding the box you were looking for only to find "Nothing?" Jake said looking at the ground you dug.

"Give me that, you're weak and can't dig properly" He said as he snatched your shovel.

"You're going to make a big ass hole with the amount of mud you're taking out of the ground right now" You sighed looking at the intensity of digging Jake was doing. "And then we'll both get busted" You continued.

"It's impossible though? If it's not 25 feet or 20 feet away from the tree, where the fuck is it?" He said questioning the situation. "You don't think it decomposed, did it?" He asked again.

"Are you stupid? It's a steel box, it can't decompose that easily" You said sighing at his stupidity.

He handed you your shovel back and went to grab another. "What are you doing?" "Digging what else? we have to find the box" He said giving you a look to start digging.

25 minutes later, you felt something hard under your shovel. Thinking of it to be the big rocks you've dug up, you tried picking it up to realise it was the box that you guys burried all those years ago.

Happiness filled your veins as you called Jake. "So it was 30 feet?" Jake said looking at the box. You both agreed to wash up and open it together.

"Ew no way i left a packet of reeses for me to open years later" He said disgusted as he threw the packet in the trash.

"I left myself my shin guard" You said giggling.

You and Jake spent the time reminiscing the past as you went through your old belongings.

You saw an envelope at the bottom of the box. Wondering what it was, you picked it up scanning it.

You soon came to the realisation that it was a letter you wrote to yourself in the past.

Opening it, you chuckled at the messy handwriting.

Dear older me,

I'm you, from the past if that wasn't obvious enough. I'm currently 10 years old and I'm going to guess you're in your 20s or something? Wow, you're old hehe.

Can I be honest? You’re you, after all. Right now, I feel selfish. I want to tell you all the things I want in my life. I want to be happier than how I am right now, in a good college with amazing friends and money! I really want to be rich when I grow up! I want to buy all the ice cream in the world and share it with Jake. Speaking of Jake, i hope I'm close with him in the future.

We initially hated eachother didn't we? But turns out he's alot more fun and he bought me ice cream with his own pocket money today! He's the best.

I'll talk about Jake and how awesome he is later, i want to ask you something. Have you experienced this pain all adults around me are talking about? I told mom that I wanted to grow up fast, she said i shouldn't wish that because becoming older is hard and painful.

If you did, I'm sorry for whatever happened. I know you're the strongest woman in the whole world and you can tackle everything in the world. You are old me, after all.

I have some wishes as well. I’m sure by now you've turned toward many humans, loved them, held them, and cared for them. But I wish for you to do the same for yourself.

I want you to remember a few things about this time in your life. I want you to remember how amazing you feel running in the football field with the wind blowing past our hair.

Do we still play football? Are me and jake still the best partners?

I want you to remember the late nights you spent giggling with Jake trying not to wake your parents up during sleepovers.

I want you to remember the joy you felt building a new set of legos Jake's parents would buy for him.

Amongst the good memories, i also want you to remember the hardships we went through. From hard homework, to crying in the football field because you hurt yourself.

Also remember Jake, and never ever ever ever ever lose him or I will haunt you, oldie. I don't know what I would do without Jake. Homework sounds bad but he's the only one who comes to help me with it and he's the only one who picks me up if I fall and hurt myself.

i guess the hardships aren't as bad with Jake.

We just came back from playing together for 4 hours. He's asleep right now, i tried sleeping with him but i couldn't get a blink in.

Oh! Jake taught me how to make a paper frog today. It's really cool and it hops! I swear to god, Jake is the best! He bought me a whole packet of Oreos today. Sadly, i finished them before he could even ask for me to share any with him.

We have recently been watching Harry Potter too! It's a cool show and I'll be honest, i may have gained a tiny crush on Harry. He's super cute! You can't blame me at all. Jake hates the fact that I like him tho. He claims that he's cutter than Harry Potter.

Speaking of cute, did we ever get a boyfriend? i hope he treated us right. I'd be surprised if Jake let you get one, he doesn't let me talk to other guys sometimes.

I’m happy. I have my hard days. I have bad habits. I haven’t gone to the dentist to fill those cavities, so I hope you don’t have five crowns by now. I'm studying and playing really hard, so I hope I'm setting you up for success.

I hope you're happy too. I hope we still have Jake with us and I hope life feels full.

Sincerely,

y/n :)

You grabbed a tissue paper as you realised that you had started crying.

"We were pretty close, huh?" You heard Jake's voice write next to her. "You read the letter?" You questioned him. "Yeah, I was curious on why you suddenly started crying"

"Younger me was so hopeful about everything, she'd be sad seeing me like this" You said as you looked at the letter in sadness.

"I don't even want to imagine how she'd feel seeing what you've become" He said as he got up.

"We both know the type of person I am, Jake. You just choose to believe the wrong people" You said standing up for yourself.

You were not going to let him get to you anymore.

It's true that younger you wanted to be friends with Jake forever, but turns out he's changed alot.

You took the letters and your belongings that you took out of the box and headed to your room. "See you later" You sighed as negativity laced your tone.

You missed Jake, Your Jake. The one younger you loved so dearly. The one who had your back always. Things had changed so suddenly and you weren't prepared for it in the beginning.

But as you got older, you came to the realisation that maybe it's for the best.

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[hanniejji]

I love your writing! The maple and Xiao with little adeptus ideas are so cute! I’m happy to see more platonic content from you

Would you mind giving some hcs on how a dynamic between a older yaksha with a younger Xiao would be like? Platonic siblings maybe? Or even when he first joins? The new yaksha family quest pulls at my heartstrings hehe

headcanons for younger adepti!xiao with older adepti!reader

[ young yaksha!xiao x older yaksha!reader]

note: had trouble making a format for this but it's too interesting to not do a little something for it! took a while but here's some hcs of what i think! :'> also, i intentionally looked away from the bottom of your second ask, no more angst for this angsty baby and me :'> | m.list

warnings: spoilers about the yakshas and mayhaps archon quest?? keep in mind that the hcs for the five (5) other yakshas here are all not confirmed too. and no proofread yolo bitches

you're a fucking blessing to his dark world and he treasures you so much

having someone who's older and actually has braincells is exactly what xiao needs

bosacius may be the oldest and proudest of them all, but he's also a little too proud and sometimes all our alatus just wants is peace of mind and someone who can help him no he doesn't say this out loud ^^' in a toned down manner

sure, we also have menogias (according to other sources and works that include the five (5) yakshas), but he can be a little too naggy sometimes, like a very protective mom :]

what xiao needs is someone who can be on the same level of energy whilst being around him!

the calm and gentle air that surrounds you gives him a sense of peace. knowing that he's not alone in this and that he can approach you without feeling like he's a burden—which took a while to convince him btw—this propels him to literally stick right beside you. the two of you look like a mama duck with her duckling :'>

he always follows you around wherever you go! always watching and learning from your actions when interacting with the adepti and sometimes the occasional humans here and there

he crouches at the corner away from you like a grumpy kitten when you're around humans its literally so adorable to you but intimidating to others

he's still a little menace of a gremlin though…

bosacius sometimes teases him so much that you have to physically restrain him from pouncing on the laughing yaksha, shaking your head but feeling relieved that xiao's kinda getting along with the other yakshas

sometimes you have to hold him around the scruff of his shirt from behind when he's striding straight to a risky battle and just... carry him like that away from the scene

he's a little embarrassed both from being treated like that and that you have to see him like that of all people

you're the person who looks like a cinnamon roll that can kill you but won't and xiao's the cinnamon roll that can kill you and actually will >:)

you constantly worry about this boy

he may be older than humans can possibly be, but his young mind that was stolen from him by the evil god is still there within his aching soul. he lacks a single care for himself, very self-destructive (such is the fate of the yakshas, but it still worries you nonetheless), and always puts others before him no matter the situation

so you start by slowly introducing him to new things, and the first one is almond tofu :]

the sight of xiao eating snow still haunts you to this very day

you offhandedly offered the second plate of almond tofu to him, claiming that you ordered too much and it would be a waste for it to be left uneaten. the awed glimmer in his eyes when he took his first reluctant bite is still and will always be ingrained in your memory and no form of erosion or karma can take it away from you :'>

you keep ordering different foods for two, but stopped once you realized that he only likes almond tofu and nothing else

however, teaching him how to take care of himself is still an ongoing process :/

that's fine tho, you're always there to lend a hand and maybe a few scolding and flick on the forehead here and there to make some sense into that stubborn head of his

he has moments where he keeps to himself. you worry at those times the most, but you know better than to overstep his boundaries and let him come to you himself, telling him that you're always one swish of his anemo powers away before going back to your business

and sometimes, he does come to you

approaches you like a prey inching towards a potential predator who's actually a gentle soul. you allow him to do so at his own pace, sending him a reassuring smile and patting the space besides you

he sits near you, shoulders touching. soon enough, the dam will break and he slumps against you and weeps for his brothers and sisters and the lives he took. this happens more often after every disappearance of each yakshas. until there was only the two of you

two pillars supporting each other

contrary to the usual beliefs, i think he'd be more inclined to cling around you more than he usually does now that there's only the two of you left

he fears that one day, one of you would be next and the other wouldn't know how any of you met your end

he's lost almost all of his family, so he holds on tightly to you. with you, he's not the conqueror of demons or the vigilant yaksha and you're not the oldest yaksha left guarding the land with him, the pillar of balance. what the two of you are is family. a family keeping each other close and safe from all the possible things that can take the both of you away from each other

and no karmic debt can stop the both of you from purging everything that threatens the bond you have