#cause ��the moon controls the tides

[dailypearldoodles]

Day 240

The one who walks among the stars and controls the seas

[kozmicmizuu]

as ive announced before…. i have officially finished ALTA (should I watch legend of korra???)

so, my brain basically says that the breathing styles in KNY should be combined with bending because the corps deserves to be overpowered too.

water breathing is beyond cracked now… like healing, water manipulation, ice manipulation, fucking BLOOD BENDING. urokodaki and giyuu just got 10x more scary…. imagine dead calm.. oh god praying for rui at this point. giyuu is more than worthy of being a hashira with his talented he’ll be with THIS much power.

also gyomei….. earth bending…. i’m getting all excited thinking about it. it’s toph on drugs, LETS GOO!! and metal bending.. and seismic sense, yummy (and lava bending if i’m correct?? i’m pretty sure it’s in LOK tho)

i’m sorry but sanemi is literally the complete OPPOSITE of the morals and values of air bending 😭😭 that just makes it better. his ass is NOT a monk. but he’d be so cool….

kyojuro… fire bending…. TASTY‼️ he’s literally the TRUE meaning of fire bending idc. (that episode was so cool). i believe he would survive the battle with akaza, maybe im pushing it a bit (HE DID NOT DESERVE DEATH)

but for the other breathing styles, not entirely sure how i’d work (except thunder breathing, it’d probably be now considered a branch of fire breathing now.) like for serpent breathing, not sure how’d it be created but maybe yall got an idea.

i just remembered that water bending is stronger at night… giyuu is now one scary mf omg. i feel like he’d be able to do blood bending, but not really use it. he’d find it a bit too much for his taste.

i think the demon would stay relatively the same when it comes to power, maybe a bit stronger but only by a little bit. they already cheating by regeneration and immortality ong

[starscr0ss]

monster high au

[vincentaureliuslin]

everything stays 😭😭😭 right where you left it 😭😭 everything stays but it still changes

[alphabetboyluvr]

once the thrill expires | jjk

title credit: cardigan - taylor swift

pairing: college!jungkook x female reader

synopsis:

your housemate-turned-fwb takes another girl home after a night out

warnings: angsty, smutty turmoil. it's not that bad, but it definitely isn't a happy lil number. fingering, oral sex (f receiving), rimming (f receiving), vaginal sex, doggy, protected (!!) sex, lil spanks, jaykay sorta makes out with her ear???, jaykay is a fawk boy who needs to learn self-control, oc is holding out for something that'll never happen, multiple partners in one night (jk), jk calls the reader diz (dizzy)

wordcount: 5.8K

note from holly: virgo boy trauma for you in the form of a jk one shot lmao. it's rare you get virgo boy shit laid this bare but he he i love oversharing on the internet! there's an old paragraph from yet another virgo boy fic hidden in here, too so if you think it looks familiar, that'll be why!!

minors dni // cross posted to wattpad

The knock on your en-suite bathroom door comes as a surprise. 

The subsequent twist of the lock mechanism from a coin wedged in the bolt on the other side does not. 

There’s only one person it would be.

And so you don’t yell. Don’t tell him to go away, even if you do hug your legs into your chest a little tighter. 

Sitting on the floor of your shower, dignity is preserved - but with skin as red as the flags that Jungkook freely hands you, and mascara staining your cheeks from the onslaught of piping hot water showering down on you, how dignified can you really be?

No words are spoken as the steam billows from the room, Jungkook not caring to shut the door behind himself. He takes a perch on the closed lid of the toilet, elbows to his knees, tattooed hands clasped beneath his chin. Refuses to look anywhere other than you.

There’s perplexion to his taut jaw - a frown embedded in his brows - but more than anything, there’s an overwhelming sense of confusion in his soft eyes. You’re unaware of the way he’s mirroring your expression back at you; how defeated you look, wet hair sticking to the side of your face, an emptiness in your gaze that is pale in comparison to the void in your chest.

With nothing but the pitter-patter of your shower to fill the space, you’re thankful that he can’t hear the way your heart is beating, or how you’re sniffing back the tears you were freely crying before he arrived.

“Jem messaged me,” he eventually says, quiet beneath the sound of the water. Leaning back, he wipes a palm over his face, then pushes it back into his dishevelled hair. Lets his hand fall between his legs, then shrugs as he looks at you as if to say, 'Don’t look at me like that' or 'It’s not my fault.'

And realistically, you know that it isn’t. Whatever he’s done is within the parameters of what was agreed upon. The way you feel - like Jungkook has stolen the moon and stopped the tides from turning - is not.

It’s not like either of you had ever expected to let things get this far, and definitely not for this long.

What had started as quiet kisses in the corners of clubs when your friends weren’t looking, had catapulted into drunken hook-ups after those aforementioned nights out. 

He’d call you Dizzy, ‘cause he was convinced you looked at him like you’d been spinning in circles, all awe-struck and smiley. Pretty. Like a giggle was on the tip of your tongue at all times.

Was easy, back then. Convenient. He was newly single. Not looking for anything. 

You’d been quietly harbouring an illicit crush on him from the day you moved into your shared university accommodation. Had been waiting for the stars to align - and once they had, you were certain that soulmates had to exist.

It’s the only way you can explain the small earthquake that happened half the world away at the very time you first met, the tectonic plates shifting to make sure you were perfectly presented to one another. 

You didn’t feel the tremors - would have been impossible - but your heart certainly felt something. Adrenaline? Limerence? You’re not sure.

Whatever it was only became more and more prevalent with every tipsy hold of his hand on the way to clubs, or moments stolen in secrecy in the house you now share with six of your friends. 

Now in your final year of university, if you spent as much time studying, as you do fretting over Jungkook - what he’s up to, who he’s with - maybe you’d get a first-class degree.

You’re on track for a 2:1.

He’s on track for a first, though. 

You choose to believe it’s because he’s naturally more academically inclined (as if you didn’t write an entire paper for him last semester), and not because he spends significantly less time thinking about you.

There’s no need for endless thoughts, though. 

The arrangement is simple: You’re friends. 

Best friends. Spend all your time together. Are plus ones to events. Fill the void that a partner should fill; at the winter balls, cinema screenings you don't want to see alone, and in the hushed privacy of midnight intimacy. He gets you off when you need it, and you him. 

Kisses are never shared between lips - apart from that one summer when he accidentally said he was in love with you, then took it back a week later under the guise of not wanting to ‘ruin’ the friendship. 

You don’t speak about that summer.

Hook-ups are in your room, always, ‘cause you’ve only got Jem in the room next door. Jungkook’s room is up on the middle floor, surrounded by all the boys. They’d realise what’s going on far too quickly.

It’s simple - yet excruciatingly complicated when there’s a lack of commitment, and Jungkook looks at you in the way that he does. 

His lips are a little deeper than their usual pink this evening, but you put it down to alcohol. 

Denial is a wonderful thing, and delusion even greater.

Still, he leans forward to push the shower door open. Leans further still, then knocks the tap off. Lets the water trickle down the drain, the hum of the pipes murmuring like your unspoken grievances. 

Rivulets of water chase down your skin. Jungkook watches one race from your knee to your ankle, running straight over the bruises from messy nights out and the small cut at the bottom of your calf from the fountain you’d both traipsed through when you were a little too merry a few nights prior. 

He’d given you a piggyback the entire way home, blood staining the white of his shirt; the very essence of you embedded now in the fabric of him. 

He’d patched you up after you got home. Showered with you, right here, then carried you the measly five or six steps to your bed. Had told you that you’d definitely get sepsis and die. Kissed it better, then decided he didn’t know any better, and trailed his lips up your leg. Took pity on your impending death and gave you a little, lovely death just to soften the blow. 

Funny, how you think sepsis would be preferable over whatever the fuck it is that you’re feeling now.

“Jem messaged me,” he repeats. Presses his lips together, the ring in the corner of his mouth glistening under the white lights of the bathroom.  “Said I should check on you. Been in the shower for an hour, apparently.”

Well, you think to yourself, bitterness wrapping around your words like poison ivy. You’ve checked. You can go now.

The words don’t manifest in your throat. Nothing does. Not even the echo of a sob you’ve been holding in since he first stepped foot within your sanctuary.

Instead you’re silent as you get to your feet, not caring for your nakedness. It’s nothing Jungkook hasn’t seen before. Probably knows your body better than his own at this point. Can look at the faded bruise on your chest and know that it was left there by his lips last week. Can pick out which ones of your dainty linework tattoos were there before he met you, and which ones have been acquired since.

It’s a quiet intimacy, the way Jungkook looks at you. There’s no towel in the bathroom - an oversight by your tipsy brain when deciding you needed to wash yourself clean of the man in front of you after arriving home from the club - and Jungkook doesn’t care to offer you one. 

Insanity is the product of looking at your body, he thinks. Can’t remember a time he’s ever seen you like this and hasn’t wanted to be inside you. He’s a simple man in pursuit of simple pleasures, and the way you fit him like a glove is the simplest pleasure of them all. 

“Hm?” He questions your lack of a response. 

His deep black eyes are just like the depths of the ocean floor, and it feels like he’s dragging you right down every single time he looks at you like this. Softly. Tenderly. Sweetly. As if he actually gives a shit.

There’s no room for two in this bathroom. It’s not a space designed to be shared, no matter how many times you’ve both squeezed into the shower under far different circumstances - though now you come to think of it, perhaps they weren’t so dissimilar. 

It was always Jungkook’s pursuit of pleasure that put you in that position, just like it put you there tonight.

“Hey,” he says quietly, as you turn to leave, his grip on your waist pulling you between his legs. You don’t look at him. Just keep your head turned to face out of the room - but you make no attempt to leave. Especially when his nose brushes up against the bottom of your ribs right between your breasts, and he husks, “Why are you being like this?”

The softness of his lips as he presses them against your sternum, long lashes splayed across the top of his cheeks, has you spiralling. Kind of feels like he’s twisting a corkscrew through your heart. You know he’ll rip it right out - but maybe you’ll let him, if it means he’ll kiss the wound better.

“Hmm?” He hums. One of your hands rests on his shoulder, the other in his hair, and that’s how Jungkook knows he’s rectified the damage done for a short while. It’s like putting washi tape over holes punched in the walls - useless, and bound to fall off eventually, but ever so pretty in the meantime. Another washi-tape kiss is pressed to your skin, a little higher this time. “We had a good night, didn’t we?”

The tenderness of his voice rewrites the events of the evening. A good night. 

Not one with tears, and jealousy, and arguments that people who claim to be just friends have no business having. A night shared together, perhaps, with no one else to intrude.

Didn’t we?

You so prefer this false chain of events - the one where he left the bar with you, and held your hand in the cab ride back just like he’d done in the cab ride there.

“Is she still here?”

He’s surprised that you’re mentioning it. Half-expected you to act like it never happened. Like she never happened. Is what you usually do, whenever he goes home with someone that isn’t you. 

Still, he just continues to gently stroke your sides. Doesn’t present you with any sort of weakness.

“No.”

“Did you fuck her?”

There’s a little venom to your tone; the poison ivy around your thoughts sprouting now from your throat. 

Her. Some inconsequential girl that neither of you will likely ever see again. Looked nothing like you, but a hell of a lot like his ex. 

“No, Diz,” he softens the sternness of his tone with a name only he calls you. “I didn’t fuck her.”

You’ve no idea if this is a lie or not. 

It’ll be accepted as truth for an hour. Maybe two. Just enough time for you to convince yourself that you’re the one he wants. That he couldn’t bear to fuck anyone else. That he sent her on her way after a kiss or awkward fumble, because he realised no one else could feel as good as you.

You’ll ignore the fact you know he’s here because Jem messaged him. 

You’ll ignore the fact he thinks you’ve been in the shower for over an hour, and has no actual knowledge of the events of it all. 

You’ll ignore the scratch mark on his back, and in the morning you’ll believe it was you who left there even though your nails are bitten right down.

The lies you’ll tell yourself will be far more grand than the ones Jungkook ever tells you. Nobody can ever hurt you quite like you hurt yourself.

And so, against your better judgement, you let him follow you to your bed. 

There's a clang as he tosses his rings down into the ceramic dish beside your bed. It's white, and speckled in tiny black dots, and matches the one Jungkook has in his own bedroom. Not really a surprise. He was the one who bought it for you. Before then, he used to just tuck his rings beneath your pillows - but he kept losing them, and he found it annoying having to rummage around for them whenever he was trying to make a silent exit so as to not wake you.

You tell yourself that small things like this are Jungkook's way of integrating himself into your life; creating permanence. In reality, it's just something that makes it easier for him to leave.

Leaving is the last thing on your mind right now, though, and it will be until he comes.

It used to be different. He used to stay. You convince yourself each and every time that he’ll do what he used to do before things got so confusing. That he’ll stay, and that things will be okay.

You let him kiss your skin, but he’ll never kiss your lips. Let him lay claim to your body, even though you know he’ll never lay claim to your soul. 

It’s nice to pretend.

Nice, when he lays you down and rids himself of his shirt. Nice, when he presses your legs apart, and looks at you like you’re the first woman he’s ever laid eyes upon. Nice, when he says shit like, “Such a nice cunt,” and “Let me make you feel good.”

So nice, when he strokes up and down your inner thigh, eyes trained on your pussy. 

So, so nice when he slowly drips a little spit between his pursed lips and watches as it trails down your folds. 

So fucking nice, when he spreads you with his index and middle finger, groaning at the sight of you.

See, Jungkook can be nice. Can be honest. Can tell you how much he wants you, and you can believe him without having to do mental gymnastics over it all.

As he sinks his middle finger into you - “Shit. So wet for me, aren’t you?” - Jungkook is on his best behaviour. He’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget he ever made you feel bad, cause he needs this. Needs you. 

Not in the life-debilitating, earth-shattering, universe-bending way that you need him, but in a way that isn’t too dissimilar. 

You’re his best friend. He loves you in his own, curious way. Would lay his life on the line for you. Just can’t seem to keep his dick in his pants for no other reason than selfish gluttony. 

It’s his fatal flaw, but he just thinks everyone has them. That most people are like this.

Of the seven deadly sins, Jungkook wields them all. Too proud to admit his wrongdoings. Greedy in his need to have everything life can offer, and how he refuses to limit himself to just you. His lust and gluttony go hand in hand - yet whenever any one else with similar predispositions look in your direction, he turns green with envy. Green, until he’s red, wrath taking hold. 

But he’s lazy, too. Far too settled in how easy it is to have his way with you. Why would he try harder when you never make him?

That’s your cardinal sin: desperation. 

It reeks. Spiced vanilla and black cherry. Tarnishes your skin, until Jungkook licks it from you.

And so as his lips press down your legs, wet and wanting, you don’t object. In fact, you don’t really do anything. You just allow it to happen.

Because you are desperate - for him, his approval, his desire. His heart.

You’ll never get it, mind you, for his heart is hollow. 

Saw every example of what he considered to be true love crackle and crumble until it fell apart. Parents divorced. High-school sweetheart cheated. Love, as you know it, doesn’t exist in Jungkook’s understanding of life. 

You never stood a chance. Not really.

The only times his heart is full is when he steals enough adoration from yours, and cosplays it as his own. Shines it back at you, and tricks you into thinking that maybe he did mean it when he mumbled false declarations into your lips.

But that was three summers ago, now, and Jungkook is a creature of habit. Too stuck in his ways to ever change. Comfortable in this chaos with you.

‘Cause while the other girls are fleeting, and fun, and always very nice, they’re never comfortable. Not like you are. 

“I liked your dress tonight,” he whispers, as he pushes a second finger into you. Pumps them gently, palm skywards, coaxing soft little moans from your lips. Curls them just right, just like he always does.

The affection of such a compliment rids you of the haunting way he’d looked at you earlier that evening. 

Up, down. No smile. Turned away to change the song coming through the aux at pre-drinks. Didn’t look at you again until he was passing out shots for everyone to take. Just nodded towards your necklace - the one his hobbyist silversmith mother made you for Christmas - and asked, “You like it?”

The pendant is small. Embossed with the letters DJ - the name his mother collectively calls you whenever you spend the summer together at his place. The hammered edge of the pendant matches the ring that wraps around your thumb. Another one of her creations, gifted to you by him for your birthday.

“Of course I do,” you’d said. Seemed silly for him to ask. You wear it most days. 

“Good,” he’d nodded, then took his shot and pretended as if he wasn't all too aware that your dress would be attracting good-for-nothing men all night.

See, Jungkook knows you like the necklace. Had just been reminding you of it, and the fact it’s his initial on there with the initial only he calls you. Well, him and his mother. Goes with the territory. 

She’s seen you through your formative years. Only ever sees the good parts, because Jungkook orchestrates it that way.

She doesn’t see the moments like these, when he’s crushed your self esteem and tries to fix it in the most idiotic of ways. 

The necklace pools around the base of your throat as your head tips back into the pillows, his thumb coming to toy with your clit, gently pressing down.

“Shush, Diz,” he smiles, so pleased to see your body responding in the way that it always does. “You’ll get us in trouble.”

God forbid the people you live with - who’ve all heard the arguments after his illicit encounters with randomers, and seen his face of thunder whenever you’re getting ready for first dates - ever figure out you’re fucking. Not like it’s obvious in the slightest. Not why Jem texted Jungkook, instead of checking on you herself.

Biting onto your wrist, you try and stifle the impact of his touch - ‘cause if they do hear, it will be your fault. You’ll be the reason everyone knows your dirty little secrets. You’ll be the one who ruins it all. Not him. Just you. 

He doesn’t mean to condition you in such a way. Doesn’t even really realise he’s doing it.

Nor do you - but your self esteem is shot to shit. You’re good enough to fuck, but not good enough to love, even if Jungkook insists that there’s no one he adores more. It always comes with an add-on of ‘you’re my best friend’, or ‘you wouldn’t wanna date me anyways’.

Maybe he’s right.

But maybe it would have been nice to try.

Shame.

The pace of Jungkook’s fingers pumping into you begins to slow. Leaking around the base of his knuckles, you’re just as wet as you always are with him. Even when the emotional labour of letting him have his way with you feels like a ten tonne weight on your chest, crushing down on your ribs and spoiling you forevermore, your body still wants him. Only him. Always him.

Withdrawing his fingers, Jungkook taps the outer side of your thigh. “On your front for me, Diz. Face down, ass up.”

With anyone else, Jungkook is far more often on the receiving end. It’s a shame, ‘cause his talents go to waste, it’s just what he’s found to be typical of random hook-ups.

He loves pussy. Loves eating it. Loves that you love it, too.

Slow as he spreads your ass with his hands, Jungkook really doesn’t fuck around with wasting time. He dives in without hesitation, burying his tongue between your folds. Cares not for accuracy, nor carefulness. Just wants his tongue all over you.

Your body lurches forward, hands clutching onto the duvet beneath you. He’s always been like this. Hungry. Just as desperate as you so often feel, but better at hiding it than you are.

His tongue laps against you. Sinks into your soaked hole as deep as he can get it. Uses one of his hands to reach around and toy with your clit while he continues to explore somewhere he knows like the back of his hand.

Pulling back a little, Jungkook’s breathing is heavy. You can hear it. Groan, as he grips your ass again. Spanks it softly, then get back to his previous position. Licks a stripe from your clit up to your leaking cunt, then continues. Flicks up against the tight muscle you rarely let him fuck around with.

But you want him to want you. Want him to have you in whichever capacity he so desires. 

You reach back. Tangle a hand in his hair, and encourage him to massage your tight hole with his tongue, like you know he loves to do. 

It’s kinda cute, in a way. He likes doing it, ‘cause he loves the way it feels whenever your tongue toys with his ass. Assumes other people must love it too. Just wants you to feel good. Wants to right his earlier wrongs.

He continues to trace up and down both your holes, stimulating your entire body in the process. Rubs your clit with his fingers, till you're writhing against the sheets, body pressed flat to the cotton as Jungkook begins to fuck his fingers into your again. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He husks, a smile on his wet lips as he watches the tell-tale sign of an orgasm rush over you. Soon, you’ll be looking at him with dizzy eyes once more, and your namesake will make Jungkook feel things he pretends he can’t feel. “That’s it, Diz. All over my fingers. Good girl. Good fuckin’ girl.”

There’s a relief that comes with your orgasm for Jungkook. Hope that you’ll stop being mardy with him. He doesn’t like it when you don’t like him. These days, he keeps making choices that make it hard for you to like him. 

But you always like him - like him so much - in the comedown of a climax.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover. Wants to coax a second orgasm from you while he still can. Pulls you back into position - face down, ass up - and pushes down his sweats. Cock hard, there’s a small damp patch in his boxers from the precum he’s leaked for you. Lines himself up. 

“Let me fuck you,” he begs before he pushes into you.

“Uh-uh,” you full forward a little, preventing him from doing what he so desperately wants to do. Turning to look over your shoulder, you shake your head. “Condom.”

He furrows his brows. Has the audacity to look fucking offended, as if he didn’t bring another girl back to the house you share.

You’re stupid, and you’re desperate, and you make all the wrong choices, but you aren’t naive. Not really. Your delusions and denial are always elevated away from reality, of which you like to think you have a firm grip on.

And so you simply say, “Don’t believe you didn’t fuck her.”

He doesn’t deny it. Shakes his head, not that you can see it. Just reaches to the shelf above your bed, and gets one from the pot you keep them tucked away in. Rarely ever use them. It’s a novelty, more than not, when you use them. Something to make him last a little longer.

It’s different today.

Today, it’s because you don’t know if his cock is fucking clean or not.

It should crush you, but it doesn’t. 

Just a fact of life. Jungkook fucked someone else less than three hours ago. Came, probably. For someone else. Over someone else. Inside someone else. 

But that desperation of yours is back once more. You want to be the reason why Jungkook loses his mind in temporary bliss. To be better. To be his last memory of the evening.

And so as Jungkook rolls the condom down his thick shaft, you position yourself perfectly for him. Whimper as the tip of his cock kisses your entrance. Whine, as he pushes inside you. 

“That’s it,” he husks, gripping your ass cheeks to spread them nice and wide. Looking down to where your bodies meet, Jungkook is reminded of why he enjoys you so much. No one takes him so well. No one. He knows this. Doesn’t know why the fuck he ever feels the need to seek out anyone else. They’re never as good as this. “Fuck. That’s it, baby.”

Your hips roll back, ass bouncing in that hypnotic way he always swears will ruin him. His grip loosens to let you do the hard work, one of his hands stroking up your spine until it’s resting around the base of your throat. 

Taking back a little control, he keeps your head pushed into the pillows. Grunts. “Take this cock so fuckin’ well, don’t you?”

The mumble you moan into the sheets isn’t enough for him. He always does this. Asserts control and then realises he actually kinda fuckin’ hates it. Fingers still wrapped around the base of your neck, Jungkook pulls you up.

Chest pressed to your back, Jungkook wastes no time locking you in place with an arm around the front of your waist. His cock continues to pump upwards into you, the movements a little subdued but by no means lacking. 

The ridge of his thick head rubs up against your sweet spot. Gets you so fucking needy. Has your hand dipping to your clit to match the pressure.

And when you do? Oh, it’s heaven. You can’t help but whine - so Jungkook uses the hand that isn't on your waist to cover your mouth.

“You only get to cum if you’re quiet,” he tells you. “Be quiet for me, baby.”

But his hips are erratic. The sounds are lewd; skin on skin. It’s wet. Disgusting. Needy. Him, just as much as you. Sweat blossoms on his skin, keeping you both in this clammy haze of hedonism. 

Catching his lips on your ear, Jungkook doesn’t care if he isn’t supposed to let kisses linger so close to your lips. Tongue wet, he intrudes. Licks the shell of your ear. Grazes his teeth on your lobe. Whispers, “You looked so pretty tonight,” then drags his tongue across your ear. 

Cares not for precision nor accuracy, just the fact that this is an area of the body he doesn’t often explore, and that maybe he should do it more often, given how tightly your pussy is clamping around him.

There’s something about it - the obstruction of one of your senses likely to blame, sound distorted whenever his tongue licks against it - that makes you whine. 

You can’t even really do that now. Are too muffled beneath his hand - until he pushes the two fingers that had been inside your pussy earlier into your mouth. 

The taste is just the same as it always is whenever he does shit like this. Loves having you taste yourself. Experiencing what he experiences. Wants you to know exactly why he’s incapable of letting you go.

“Slutty little mouth,” he smirks against your ear. “Gonna finish in it.”

“Mhhm?” you mumble against the fingers you’re keeping wet and warm for him.

“Mhmm,” he replies. Presses a kiss to your temple, ‘cause he isn’t really thinking straight. Groans when your cunt clenches from the touch. “God, you want it, don’t you? Want it so bad. Wanna swallow my cum.”

Of course you do. You’ll take what he’ll give you. 

Your mumble around his fingers isn’t enough. He wants to hear you say it. Frees your mouth of himself. Grips your chin between his forefinger and thumb. Turns you to face further over your shoulder.

He’s just gonna make you say it. Just make you say something lewd to get him a little closer. Just… Just gonna… Just...- Oh, fuck it. Your lips are just there, and they’re wet, and they’re pouty and - God, forgive me - perfect for him.  

His eyes flitter between your eyes and your lips. Is aware you’re doing the same. 

“Kook,” you whisper, as if you’re about to reprimand him.

“Please,” he begs. Thinks he needs this just as much as you do. Maybe even more so.

And so somewhere between the overwhelming acknowledgement that this is a catastrophic chain of events, and the promise of a happy ending (of which you know damn well will never reach fruition), you let him sink his lips into yours.

You’re pretty in war, and even prettier in defeat. 

Jungkook thinks you’re prettiest when you’re all his. 

You think that to be his is to accept an eternal loss. 

The breath of his nose is heavy against your cheek as his lips press into yours, brows furrowed. The need for you to be lewd is abandoned, ‘cause Jungkook doesn’t even think he’ll last long enough for it. Thinks that nothing gets him closer than the flavour of your lips. 

Hips still jerking up, the sound of his skin hitting your ass echoing around the room, Jungkook fucks himself into you until he can do it no longer. Pulls away. Rips off his condom. Tosses it to the floor. Gets you face down again. Wanks himself to the point of coming undone, hot spurts of cum dripping onto your ass and spilling down to the valley of your spine.

He’s the one moaning now, your body defiled by a boy who you wish would paint you in pretty compliments instead. Still, this is a compliment. Kind of. You’re hot enough to make him cum. That’s nice, you suppose.

“Shit,” he chokes out, breathing all out of sync, heartbeat far too rapid. A light spank is tapped against your ass, then softly stroked. He soothes. Aloe on sunburn. Milk with hot sauce. Pretty kisses in the comedown of a rough fuck. 

You won’t get those. Wasn’t a particularly rough fuck, either - and yet it hurts so much when he gets up to leave.

It’s awkward. He doesn’t really say bye. Doesn’t acknowledge the fact he stoked a fire inside you that burned you from the inside out. Ignores the ashes that are scattered around your vessel, as if your soul has been ejected from its home. 

He’s warm, when you look at him. That little part of your heart has been stolen once more. He’s just feeding it back to you.

“Sorry,” he says, a hand on your doorknob. “I shouldn’t- I mean, we shouldn’t-”

“It’s fine,” you offer.

That’s the thing about Jungkook. He’ll give you the world, then realise it was never his to give. Always has to ask for it back. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s fucked you, then acted as if was foolish - only to repeat the same mistakes the next evening.

It’s what he’s always done, and is what he’ll always do.

You’ll never learn. 

The shirt you chuck on to head downstairs the next morning is his. 

Far too big for you, it finishes around your thighs. Television blaring in the room beneath you, it’s obvious your housemates are awake, and even as you’re trudging down the stairs, you’re not quite sure you’re alive.

The headache of an overbearing hangover is threatening your life. You’re certain of it. The fact your housemates have the television set to what must be the maximum volume? Only further sending you to an early grave. 

And yet when you see Jungkook sitting by the breakfast bar, hair in all different directions, a bowl of cereal in front of him, and smiling in the direction of whomever else is in the room, you find yourself smiling, too. 

“Morning,” you say pleasantly as you walk into the kitchen, ready to flop your forehead down on Jungkook’s shoulder like you so often do.

Ready, until you notice the look in his eyes when he turns to face you.

Ready, until you glance in the direction of his previous smile.

Ready, until you see the girl who looks a lot like his ex-girlfriend and absolutely nothing like you leaning on the other side of the counter. Mug from your trip to Amsterdam together in her hands, and the shirt you got him for his birthday covering her body, she smiles.

You’re drowning.

“Oh,” you say, not looking at him. Only her. “I didn’t realise we had company.”

“Is she still here?”

“No.”

She’s awkward as she nods. “Sorry, hey. I crashed here last night - hope you don’t mind? It’s just you know what it’s like getting an uber at that time-”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod. Smile. Jungkook thinks you look pretty - but of course he does. You look defeated. “Totally.”

“Did you fuck her?

“No, Diz. I didn't fuck her.”

“Jungkook said you were feeling unwell last night?” She tries to make conversation. She needn’t. You feel far more unwell now than you ever did last night - and that’s before you notice the pretty purple bruise forming on her neck. “How are you feeling now?”

Her care is kind. Considerate. Wholly wasted on you because you’re gonna lie, and say that you’re fine, even though it feels as if your lungs have been filled with venom spat by a lover who is incapable of loving.

Still, you don’t look at Jungkook. Just make your excuses. Leave.

And even though he knows that he should, Jungkook doesn’t chase after you. 

He lets you go, because he knows you’ll always come back. You always do.

But if you don't?

Well, he’ll go back to you, and you’ll let him. Again, you always do.

From the kitchen, Jungkook can hear your showering starting up. Appetite lost, he isn’t listening to the girl in front of him. Isn’t even really sure of her name.

All that he’s sure of is that the fall out of this is not gonna be pretty.

[princessjojo-x]

Moon Synastry

ignore the crossed out parts bc that’s just for me & my chart 😊

💝 moon conjunct rising - moon is drawn/attached to rising.

💝 moon conjunct sun - finding this person feels like finally coming home bc you see parts of themselves in them. consequently, you both understand each other but also judge each other. sometimes you see this aspect in pairings that don’t make sense or seem mismatched; you can’t understand what attracted them to each other bc they look like polar opposites. you’d never suspect how much they have in common under the surface bc this aspect is so quiet. moon can become quite clingy of sun & it can be hard for partners to separate (even if outsiders try to split them up). i’ve noticed they tend to love each others cooking too.

💝 moon conjunct moon - partners may reflect each other's negative traits & they may find that too overwhelming. on the contrary, there is something abt one another that makes partners feel comfortable. both understand each other since they both express emotions the same way. however, the strong empathy they feel for one another can cause them to get lost in the emotional tide & lose sight of who the other truly is. partners pull on each others emotional strings, for better or worse. it can feel very emotionally exhausting & intense. partners may repeatedly dump all of their emotional baggage on to each other until both feel suffocated.

💝 moon conjunct venus - this can only be described as a deep, powerful & magnetizing rxship. partners have matching love languages & similar value systems. partners feel seen, supported & understood. moon may feel an unexplainable pull or attraction to venus, even if that’s not in a romantic way. venus is uncontrollably obsessed & emotionally hooked to moons presence. venus helps moon embody their true body, meaning moon becomes more beautiful when around venus. however, partners have a tendency to enable & feed into each others bad habits & behaviour. despite the rxship progressing quickly, partners always ends on bad terms, with feelings of bitterness or hatred. however, somehow partners always come back to one another, until they have learned their lesson. if partners don’t happen to return back to each other, one or both will always have the desire to do so, due to all the comforting memories & genuine love that existed between the two. due to how sentimental & nostalgic this aspect is, breaking up & forgetting each other is a hellish experience.

💝 moon conjunct mars - the status of this rxship constantly fluctuates between good terms to bad terms. partners have intense arguments but still crave each other afterwards. this emotional & physical connection is hard to completely break apart. there’s plenty of valuable lessons learnt in this partnership. partners feel a safe & familiar feeling when with each other. this aspect reveals the instinctive sides of both partners. usually, mars is more energetic than moon & moon may feel triggered by mars. due to the intensity of this aspect, expect irritation, passion & fertility. if moon is female & mars is male, he will easily bring out her feminine side & make her feel broody, regardless of how masculine she may be. she’ll involuntarily perceive him as very masculine & father like. if moon is male & mars is female, she will be the dominant partner & this will get tiresome after awhile. she’s theoretically embodying the intiative & proactive energy in the rxship so he may be more passive in response to her efforts, unless there’s other aspects to negate this. (aries mars or taurus moon)

💝moon conjunct pluto - obsession, imbalance of power, control. this can make you feel like the other is the ”only one” or the “first one” regarding something. for example a woman who has a bad rxship with men might meet a man, have this synastry with him & feel like he is the first man she ever felt safe around.(aries pluto or sagitarius moon)

💝 moon conjunct saturn - this aspect indicates partners getting together/moving quickly.

💝 moon conjunct neptune - marriage indicator (aquarius moon or aries neptune)

💝 moon trine moon - creates an empathetic bond & both feel safe in each others presence; there’s a feeling of “being home” when you’re together. mutual feelings for each other & show it in similar ways. you two just get each other. although you may have slightly different ways of expressing love, you still understand each other's love language to make this connection feel safe and warm. it's easy to share your feelings with each other and open up when you have this aspect and it's also so calming to be in this persons presence. they're the type of person that helps you sleep at night.

💝 moon trine venus - partners likely have similar interests & tastes so the connection feels smooth. partners have an endless amount of forgiveness for each other. however, partners may struggle to establish boundaries with the other. venus understands exactly what brings moon comfort & venus loves reassuring moon with affection. venus makes moon feel safe & warm. (sag/leo venus or virgo/cap moon)

💝 moon quincunx moon - these rxships may feel fated. these are the partners you can’t help but be shaped by. even though it’s challenging to say the least, this duo tends to stick together for a longtime. (scorpio or virgo moon)

💝 moon opposite moon - this aspect can either be a perfect couple or a complete disaster. despite the small differences at the beginning, partners grow to understand eachother & realise their emotional needs are more similar than they expected. they treat each other with sweetness & delicacy.

💝 moon opposite venus - venus may feel moon is too distant. venus wishes moon was more caring & loving. (libra venus or scorpio moon)

💝 moon opposite mars - these planets arguably work better in opposition than conjunction within synastry. what one partner lacks, the other partner possesses, which can create the ultimate romantic fulfilment, if paired with effort & acceptance of each other. typically, partners do fight often but theyfind it very hard to let each other go. this bond is very raw & real. (libra mars or scorpio moon)

💝 moon opposite saturn - moon craves love & support but saturn is unable to provide. moon feels abandoned & will eventually distance themselves. saturn is usually very unaware of moon feelings. (libra saturn or sagittarius moon)

💝 moon square sun - partners are drawn to each-other like magnets & attracted to each other due to opposite qualities. however, this can become a big problem in the long term bc those differences that once made you attracted can make you repulsed once the honey moon stage is over. typically, sun will want something casual & sexual but moon will want something serious & loving. to make this work partners need to compromise a lot. also, partners can be competitive with each other, especially sun. (cancer/cap sun or moon)

💝 moon square moon - partners have an immediate emotional response to each other upon first impressions. despite the initial attraction, there’s an emotional disconnect. partners cannot understand each-others emotions which causes unnecessary misunderstandings & constant bickering. there’s many differences in how partners express their emotions & what they need to feel nurtured. despite the love they may share for one another, they view each other's ways of expression as incorrect. one or both feel deeply misunderstood or judged by the other. one will feel like their feelings are always being disregarded by the other. due to the continuous clashes resentment builds over time. partners can be overly involved in each others lives & overstep boundaries. since they likely have different maternal upbringings there may be conflict with each other's mothers or families. however, this difficult placement can be balanced or diluted if there’s further moon conjunctions present in the synastry chart (eg ‘venus conjunct moon’ or ‘sun conjunct moon’). for this partnership to survive effort needs to be made which shouldn’t be difficult if partners care abt each other. one has to come out of their comfort zone & go out of their way to make the other feel nurtured & satisfied. it takes a lot of acceptance, communication & regular check ins to work but unfortunately it rarely ever does. they may be worlds apart yet there is still a strong yearning for one another. this aspect is often seen within flings or very passionate rxships. (cancer/cap moon)

💝 moon square venus - any harsh aspects between venus & moon can indicate unrequited love. moon is attached to & idolises venus. venus enjoys moon’s company but they aren’t that romantically involved or interested. (can/cap venus or leo/aqua moon)

💝 moon square mars - any harsh aspect between these two planets causes complex chemistry. you don’t know if you want to rip their head off or rip their shirt off. they just know what to say to piss you off yet there’s something so appealing & alluring abt them. (cancer/cap mars or leo/aqua moon)

💝 moon square mercury - both partners feel misunderstood by the other. it's hard for moon to express emotions to mercury & mercury feels they have to walk on eggshells around moon. (cap/cancer merc or moon)

💝 moon square saturn - this aspect indicates a slow burn rxship & taking a long time to finally get together. a lot of insecurity here, moon feels like their feelings are being invalidated & criticised by saturn (cancer/capricorn saturn or virgo/pisces moon)

💝 moon square uranus - this aspect indicates partners getting together/moving quickly. however, uranus will pop in & out of moons life. moon needs support & security but uranus has other intentions & isn’t concerned abt moon’s feelings. (cancer/capricorn uranus or taurus/scorpio moon)

[doctorsiren]

Finally some Silly Little Monster AU designs! Here we have Thalassa, Lamiroir, Jove, and Zak

Thalassa is the name of one of those ancient primordial Greek gods, and she was the personification of the ocean. This goes along with Lamiroir being the “siren”. Since her kids are an angel and a demon, I thought going the goddess route would work since they aren’t hybrids and I can do what I want with my lore :3

As I was drawing up the design, I realized that what I was wanting was literally just Sea Fairy Cookie from Cookie Run, so I went with it. The goddess Thalassa has horns made of crab arms, so I gave this Thalassa some horns as well. Her hair and dress are always flowing like water.

Next we have Lamiroir. Since her design with the cloak is more based around constellations, I went the space route. I decided it worked since the moon controls the tide anyways, so there’s already a connection between the sea and the sky. When she lost her memory in The Incident, it caused her form to change, resulting in what we have here. It’s essentially a cracked gem Lapis situation, which is what I based her design off of. I thought the mirror eyes was perfect, and that actually makes her (la)Mirror Gem and makes Thalassa the Ocean Gem. I’ve always associated her with Blue Diamond anyways, so it works! Also I was just a big fan of both design concepts, so I did both.

Then we have Jove, who is a demon like his son. Apollo’s hair horns translated into his demon horns in his design, but Jove’s hair goes down, so I opted to give him both his hair horns and regular demon horns. I also decided to have one of his horns be broken just to spice up the design a little.

Finally, we have Zak. He’s an angel like his daughter. I started off the design wanting him to have silly little tiny wings, but as I drew, I couldn’t decide if I wanted that or if I wanted him to have big giant wings. The discord decided that small wings were funnier and so I went with those. His design didn’t change much, save for the halo hat, his ears, the wings, and the silly sparkles. Also, I believe that he wasn’t bald on the top before the 7yg lmao so yeah 😁

Thalassa’s husbands were both really warm toned while she was all blue and watery, which I think worked out.

[kamuikann4]

Let's go in the garden

You'll find something waitin'

Right there where you left it

Lying upside down

When you finally find it

You'll see how it's faded

The underside is lighter

When you turn it around

Everything stays

Right where you left it

Everything stays

But it still changes

Ever so slightly

Daily and nightly

In little ways

When everything stays

Go down to the ocean

The crystal tide is rising

Water's gotten higher

As the shore washes out

Keep your eyes wide open

Even when the sun is blazing

The moon controls the tide

It could 'cause you to drown

Everything stays

Right where you've left it

Everything stays

But it still changes

Ever so slightly

Daily and nightly

In little ways

When everything stays

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Hello!! Could you please write a sub!Anakin Skywalker where the reader (preferably female reader) ties him up? Like, to a bed or to a chair? And maybe pegs him? Thanks!!

Yes of course!!

All Wrapped Up- Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Plot: Anakin is used to being dominant with you… but tonight you’re the one who has him tied up and bent to your will.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, p in v, pegging, 18+

A/N: Keep the requests coming, loves! I loved this one!

You and Anakin are sitting at the dining hall table, eating dinner together with Padme and Obi-Wan. You try to sit as calmly as you can, dressed nicely and using your napkin and silverware properly. But it’s oh so hard when Anakin sitting is directly across from you, stealing secret glances and smiles at you.

It would be bad. So very bad if Obi-Wan, his master, or anyone found out. But it’s incredibly difficult to ignore those dark eyes, the ones that you could get lost in forever.

You and Anakin have not been together for long, but ever since the two of you met, all you’ve wanted to do was hear his voice, to be in the same room as him, to feel him.

You try to keep things discreet. What the two of you did was kept behind closed doors, where no one could see or hear you. You simply couldn’t help smiling back at him, batting your eyelashes in his direction.

When Anakin accidentally spills a spoon of soup on the table, distracted while looking at you, you cover up a giggle behind your hand.

“Sorry, that was my bad.” He mutters in embarrassment. Oh, how you couldn’t wait for what you would do to him tonight.

As you finish your meal and get up from the table, you stop him before he can leave. Holding his hand, you walk together up to his room, where you lock the door with the key.

Kissing each other on his bed, you love the way his warmth and affection fill you up. You kiss more and more passionately, his hands tangled in your hair. The way the moon shines through the curtains makes the scene straight from a romance movie.

His hands move gently under your dress, lifting it over your head and unclasping your bra. You are now both naked in the brunette’s room, desperate for each other’s intimacy.

Then you decide to turn the tide of events. Taking an old pillowcase, you order him to sit against the bed frame. He eyes you carefully as he does so. You take the fabric and tie his wrists to the headboard, pulling them tightly. You swear you catch a glimpse of fear in his blue eyes. He has no chance of escaping you and he knows it.

“Want me to take care of you, Jedi?” you jeer in his ear.

“Yes.” Is his only response.

At that answer you take his cock in your mouth, sucking it down and forcing it up your throat. He groans as you slide your tongue on its underside, pushing it deeper and deeper. You fight the urge to gag as you nearly hit the back of your throat. Anakin shutters beneath you, and you force him to stay still by pressing your palms into his legs.

His cock finally reaches the end of its passage and you feel his cum flooding down your esophagus as he orgasms. Your eyes close as if to savor the taste. When you release him the juices drip out of your mouth, and Anakin wants nothing more than to touch you when he sees how hot you look gazing up at him.

“Not yet, Ani. You’re not being untied yet,” and he looks downwards, biting his lip. You can see how much he hates not having control, powerless with his hands tied above his head.

Mercilessly you flip him onto his back, retrieving a plastic dildo from his side drawer. Hidden under several books, where no one can accidentally stumble across them. But unfortunately for him, you know all of his secrets. You shove it into his ass hole, causing him to gasp out your name. Hands clenching, sweat beads on his forehead as you thrust the toy in and out of him, ensuring it hits its mark.

You leave the dildo inside of his hole for a few moments, waiting as his breathing becomes increasingly ragged. Then you pull it out of him quickly, bringing out a strangled groan of “Agh-gh!” from his mouth.

“You’re so sexy like this, letting me do whatever I want to you. Do you know that?” you say sweetly. He doesn’t reply, just remains head facing down on the bed. “Only I’m as good at doing this for you, my beloved.”

You flip him back over, deciding to give him what he wants: at least part of the way. Your opening wet with self-lubrication from his sounds, you slip onto his dick, making Anakin throw his head back. Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One, the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy, falling apart beneath you and calling your name in anguished whines that travel straight to your core.

Your jumping becomes more insistent, as your g-spot is hit deliciously again and again. His nails dig into your back, making you certain there will be marks there tomorrow.

You reach your climax, veins setting on fire like there’s lava flowing through them. Your heart beats out of your chest.

Only after you’ve had your entire fill do you unknot his hands and release him. He sags in relief with you onto the mattress, overstimulated and exhausted. Every movement makes him wince. You clean each other up and Anakin peppers kisses up your neck.

“We’re never doing that again.” He murmurs into your skin.

“We’ll see,” you laugh softly as you fall asleep, snuggled up against his chest.

[northsoulss]

warmth from the moon and sun

pairing : ronal x tonowari x gn!reader

inspired by this! -> (a massive thank you to this author btw i got inspired to write again after reading this)

content warnings : mainly fluff, slightly suggestive in one of the last paragraphs, no use of y/n (replaced with “___” instead), brief descriptions of the reader’s body but nothing to obvious to suggest anything from it.

synopsis : tonowari is the sun, ronal the moon. that leaves you to be the ocean’s tides, pulled by the moon, warmed by the sun, providing life and love to all those who allow it.

a/n : this is my first fic for ATWOW so i hope its okay </3 - also, please let me know if i missed any warnings to this, i’ll be sure to add it!

the morning sun shone through the entrance of your mauri, the brightness casting a pleasant warmth on your face. it was a morning like any other, where you would wake up before both tonowari and ronal, taking some time for yourself before going to attend to your duties. you have learnt to treasure these rare times of momentary peace, hearing the waves crashing outside, hearing the soft snores coming from tonowari and the swallow breaths from ronal.

you sat up looking down at both of your lovers, watching their relaxed features as they continue to sleep. times like this were precious, for you all were important na’vi to the clan and the price of that unfortunately was the lack of quiet moments with just the three of you.

you move over to tuck a strand of hair that has fallen over ronal’s eyes behind her ears, the movement causing her to stir slightly in her sleep. you froze immediately, afraid to disturb tranquility that has settled amongst you all. thankfully, she grumbles something under her breath and turns the other way, soft breaths continuing to fill the air.

tonowari on the other hand is still dead asleep, his snoring proving to you how deep he was in dreamland. sighing and watching fondly, a small smile creeps onto your face seeing him slowly pat the area around him, trying to find where you where. his nose was scrunched up and his eyebrows bunched, a sharp exhale leaving his mouth in frustration finding out that your side was cold. you grasp onto his hand, feeling his fingers wrap around yours instantly. unbeknownst to you, your tail started to thump lightly on the mat they were lying on, causing him to twitch and jolt up.

“___? why is the floor vibrating?” his voice husky and clearly very groggy, his eyes squinted trying to adjust to the morning light. a loud cat-like yawn escapes his mouth, his chapped lips pressed into a thin line expecting an explanation.

“huh? um,” you turn around to find the source only see it was your tail and you immediately slap your hand onto it, trying your best to muffle a bit of the sound.

“sorry,” you say sheepishly, smoothening the loose hairs that framed his face. he stares at you with a half-lidded gaze, looking like he’s contemplating between falling back asleep or pulling you down with him. he ends up doing the latter, causing a small squeak to escape from your lips. he wraps his forearms around your waist, careful to not bump into ronal in fear of disturbing her.

nevertheless, your plans to let ronal sleep for a while more were foiled when you heard a low groan beside you. well, so much for trying not to wake her up.

“i was wondering why there was so much shuffling and noises, but i see that you two are the culprits here.” her hair was a dishevelled mess, with a bit of dried up drool on the corner of her mouth — it took every ounce of control in you to not laugh at how adorable she looks. she points a finger at you and tonowari, a pointed gaze lingering on her scrunched up face.

“r-ronal, yawne. (beloved) forgive me for i have awoken the tsahik from her slumber. i shall not do it again.” you say with a barely concealed laugh, even going so far as to clasp your hands together in a praying motion as if to beg for forgiveness.

she looked at you with pure disdain in her eyes, and yet the corners of her lips curled up slowly. “well, apology not accepted.” she proceeds to poke your sides, turning you into a laughing mess. in the midst of trying to catch your breath again, you do not see the fondness in their eyes, the warm smiles that spread on their lips that are only reserved for times like this.

“h-hey! that’s not very fair.” you gasp out, a giggle escaping your lips still feeling her phantom touch to your sides.

“you woke me up. of course it is fair.” ronal immediately counters, leaving you with no words to say, only wide eyes and lowered ears.

watching this whole interaction, tonowari chuckles watching the banter between his two mates, his tail reaching over to rest on ronal’s lower back while his hands remain on the dips on your waist.

“enough you two, is this how village leaders behave?” he throws a side-eye at you two and shakes his head, another small laugh escaping his lips. this was usually how it goes, you and ronal would “argue”, and tonowari would be the mediator, though he wasn’t the best at it (he’s actually wonderful at mediating when the time calls for it, but for his mates, he loves to be playful), usually only adding fuel to the growing fire.

“oh shush, you were the one who dragged me down first.” you smack his chest lightly, earning a small “ow” and a scandalised look from him. ronal looks at you at nods her head approvingly, leaning over to caress your face gently. taking her hand, you press feather-light kisses to her palm, leading up to each one of her fingers, before finally giving her a big kiss on the back of her hand.

times like this made you wish you led a simpler life, with no pressing troubles to deal with, only having to worry if the mats and baskets of your shared home have started to fray. however, your train of thought was soon interrupted by tonowari clearing his throat, a slight frown plastered on his lips.

you only smiled at him for wanting attention as well, giving him lingering kisses on either side on his temples and one on the bridge of his nose. you hear him release a content sigh, and your smile becomes wider, seeing his eyes closed in bliss. “there! does that satisfy you, tìyawn?” (love)

“hmmm, not quite.” he then opens his eyes again, full of mirth and pretends to think before his lips meet yours, his touch sweet like honey. then he moves further down your jaw before you can get more, slowly making his way across the expanse of your neck. just as you were about to try and recover from his kiss, ronal’s lips now meet yours as tonowari’s still remain lovingly on your neck, sucking lightly at the delicate skin. he nuzzles into your neck and smiles against your skin, feeling goosebumps arise quickly. ronal’s lips move slowly against yours, a quiet whine escaping your throat in pleasure as she lets her fangs drag across your lower lip.

when she finally breaks away, she is satisfied with your dazed look and your swollen lips. she then gives you one final peck on the lips and to your hairline. her hands move to cup your face, causing you to lean into her slightly calloused hands. though one may wish for their lover to have soft hands, ronal’s was that of a tsahik’s, a reminder that she is so incredibly strong, and so loving at the same time. tonowari’s was no different, his calloused as well from the duties of a olo'eyktan, evidence of a gentle but firm lover.

tonowari removes himself from your neck, before sealing a kiss to ronal’s lips, one hand on the curve of your hips while the other resting on her cheek. when they pull apart, he presses wet kisses on her cheeks, laughter spilling out of her mouth at the ticklish feeling. her eyes curve up like crescents during eclipse, twinkling like the constellations in the sky.

you stare at them awestruck and full of admiration, and you could have sworn you felt butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach even after all these years of being mated. watching them laugh and connect foreheads made you fall in love all over again, seeing tonowari’s crinkled eyes as he grins at ronal, an amused look remaining on her face as she looks at him, before looking at you.

the morning passed in a flash with you and your mates lying with each other, basking in the warmth of your bodies pressed together, and the distant sounds of the village and ocean merging into one.

© northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved

[junhuifurby]

Alright alright alright, hear.me.out....can I request...

Moon god reader x poseidon , cause yk the moon and sea troupe. I rest my case😌

I apologize with how long this has taken me, but here it is TwT

Poseidon x Moon god reader

Notes: gender neutral reader

The sea and the moon, a tale almost as old as the world itself. The moon, so far away from the seas, yet it controls the ever changing tides. It would seem to be fate that the two of you would seem drawn to each other.

Poseidon, god of the seas. y/n, god of the moon. Your fates were intertwined, as much as you wanted to deny it at first. He was cold, cocky, seemingly unfeeling, and sometimes downright cruel. You couldn't stand him, well only at first. It seemed fate had chosen to shove the two of you together at any opportunity.

You were walking down the streets of Olympus, tired from guiding the moon all night, when you bumped into someone accidentally.

"I'm so sorry-" You said before you looked up. Seeing the blond god scowling down at you your expression of shock turned into a scowl.

"Apologies." You curtly snipped, bending over to grab the items you had dropped when you bumped into him.

He watched you with slight fascination, no one would ever look at him- let alone talk to him- like that. You were interesting, that was for sure.

As you were collecting your items, he noticed a small jar of bath salts that had rolled out of your view. He bent down to pick it up, but by the time he went to return it to you, you were gone.

You were relieved to have gotten away from him so fast- seriously you though he was going to kill you just from looking at him funny! You hadn't noticed your missing bath salts until you had arrived home, guess you weren't getting those back.

Much to your own dismay however, it wouldn't be long before you saw the tyrant of the seas again. On your very next daily walk back to your abode from guiding the moon, you instantly spotted the same blond haired man from before. The only difference was this time he looked like he was looking for something. You desperately hoped he wouldn't spot you while looking for- whatever he was looking for as you tried to sneak by.

"Hey, moon god." A deep voice rumbled from behind you. Shit. It looks like your luck had run out. You hesitantly looked back at him, his icy eyes seemed to pierce into the deepest parts of your being.

You stood as straight as you could when you fully turned your body to face him, might as well stand proud if he was going to kill you. How ever you were a little confused when he rummaged through his pocket to pull out a small, familiar jar.

"You dropped this yesterday." He said with the same indifferent voice from before as he held out the small jar of bath salts to you.

"O-Oh thank you." You said as you gingerly took the small jar out of his palm. You were extra careful to not touch his palms, but once you had it in your hands you held it close to your chest.

Poseidon simply nodded and walked away, your eyes following him as he left. Why such a powerful god would even bother to return your things was beyond you, but it lightened your opinion of him ever so slightly.

Your relationship would continue to grow over the years, starting out with simple encounters like this one, to visiting each other's homes. You grew closer and closer with every passing day. Eventually, despite his cold demeanor, he confessed his affection affection.

It felt like nothing would ever break the two of you apart. He was the ocean, and you were the moon who held his heart.

[whosthere54]

So there's this quote that I keep seeing on my Pinterest and EVERY TIME I go lol hey it's Broters or lol hey it's Prison duo but I wanna talk about it for a min cause sjkfkfkfkf I'm so normal

If u wanna I'm gonna yell about it below the cut :)

(Disclaimer it's all just incoherent ramblings at *checks watch* sometime around 1 AM but there's some sense to it I promise just trust me /lh/silly/hj)

So the quote is short, it’s just-

"Icarus should have waited for nightfall. The moon would have never let him go" - Nina Mouawad, blue sun

And I shake it. I shake it around. There's so much symbolism of Icarus and the sun. Icarus and Apollo. I always make comparisons of "hey what is Icarus's sun" cause I think it's many things- not even just Fable, though in some ways it could be the sun for Icarus. The thing causing them to fall, but he's always more Daedalus coded consistently.

Icarus's sun and Icarus's ocean I feel are two very similar things. The whole the sun is what causes Icarus to drown in the first place idea, is basically what I'm getting at.

I say many words but to try to shorten it, Icarus's sun is their fathers words, the idea they were something more than they were (something *better*). Their sun was just a touch of praise and validation (something they had been starved of for so so long). At the time, with fable, it may have still been out of reach for them. But, it was attainable. And that's all that matters to Icarus, isn't it?

Basically, their sun is the idea they can fix their mistakes. The idea that they could do something right for once. The thought that they could fix their relationships with the people they cared about (who they repeatedly pushed away for a taste of sunlight)

But, that sun isn't really the sun. it was the water that swallowed them whole as they fell deeper and deeper into what they deemed as trying to fix things. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, they couldn't quite tell anymore. Their ocean was the thoughts that came with flying, the thoughts that drowned them in their own mind. (The thoughts that told them they were doing the right thing. Their lungs filling with salt as the things around them told them this wasn't right, told them that he was wrong.)

The water was the trust they would tell themself Fable earned. (Maybe it was wrongly placed- but who else could Icarus have believed they could place that same trust on then) That's my whole "Icarus falls for a taste of the sun, but they chose the wrong sun to believe in" idea.

So that's the sun and the water blah blah blah /lh I'm yapping too much. I say "I try to shorten it” and then yap for an hour/silly

Now to the moon symbolism. So- Rae is alwyas moon and stars coded. As it goes- void prince my beloved.

Centross I say is moon coded personally. In my heart.

So, the moon symbolism I know of and think of off the top of my head are Cycles, immortality/eternity, the soul, enlightenment but also like dark side of the moon shit. But we go with the hey it's she who guides my way through the darkest of nights type stuff-yknow. With a quick google search and clicking on the first page that came up it's all I said before also can be like realm between conscious and unconscious, capacity for reflection and adaptation, decline of life and sleep. Which- some of those are namely Icarus coded but. Yknow.

Now, Rae and Cen are Icarus's moon because they're the things guiding them. Keeping them together. Helping control the tides and the storms within them. The moon reflects the suns light in the middle of the night- helping people see. They're trying to get Icarus to see what fables actual motive is.

See the moon never stays the same. It's always changing. And that's not a bad thing. They were trying to help Icarus learn that- yet they do what they do and pick something that they've picked before (the repetitive cycle continues) and pick Fable over other people. He's not consistent, yet they don't *really* remember that. But he doesn't change. He's predictable even if just in tone and inflection, but also action. And looks and. A lot of things about Fable stay the same. Have *stayed* the same since their childhood, no matter what they do or don't remember they can grasp that.

Rae or Centross would always try to catch them. They've shown it in the past with actions and words and they've shown it at that time with fable when Rae would still try to check in on their brother and Centross would get Icarus out of their house before his death, and show up to them/check in on them after. They're there, and they try. Fable doesn't, and that's the difference.

Rae and Centross would not let Icarus go until it was life or death. Fable, was fully going to kill Icarus for power. If that's not immediately letting them fall, then I don't know what is.

This is all a stretch but. Shaking it. I'm so normal. Arararah.

Thank you for reading my silly worbs come back later for more silly and more words :3

[campbells-content]

Guys, I don't think you understand. If you keep pushing the sun and moon agenda for wenclair we need to get one thing straight.

Wednesday is the sun. She burns those close to her and anyone that gets in her way, albeit half of it is unintentional. However, she's in control of herself and much more. If she wants something to happen it will eventually happen. The gravity of her influence leaves no one unmoved, except the moon, who stays in its own obit and not dragged away by sheer force. Unless, of course, the sun moves the earth, of which the moon will follow.

Enid is the moon, one with the tide. She's calm when everything is happy and bright but can turn the ocean of their relationship into a minefield of tsunamis. She gets angry and upset, and shows her emotions in the tides. Like everything else, the ocean is also influenced by the Sun, warm when it is present, cold when its away.

Anyways, I'll shut up for now. I just binge played stray and i am so upset cause I only missed the sewer memories.

[edutainer2022]

It's a little two-part glimpse into Dad Jeff going away into the sky. And Scotty being not happy about it. Baby Virgil features briefly too. Jeff Tracy tells himself things that tide him over more difficult times (but are not necessarily true).

SEPARATION ANXIETY

It was unbearable. The little face of the boy in his arms was wrought with boundless grief. Bright blue eyes full of tears and fear.

"Daddy, no gooooo! No gooooo!"

Tiny hands were clutching the collar of his uniform. The boy's voice was choking on sobs and Jeff felt his heart being ripped out. He was due at the base for a pick up and relocation for training before the Moon mission. He was a breath away from calling in his resignation right then and there and never leaving his son ever again. He forced himself to exhale and hoisted the child higher, bringing their forheads together. That gave Jeff a chance to blink away tears of his own:

"It's okay, Scotty. It's okay. Daddy will be back soon. I have a very important job for you, Bluejay. Look after Mommy and Virgie, when I'm gone, okay? Can you do that for me?"

The child's sobs halted for a moment it took him to nod very earnestly. Jeff leaned in to kiss the boy's forehead and then kiss away the tears from the blotchy little face as best he could. He turned to his wife with an apologetic smile.

Lucy was hovering in the doorway all this time, ready to intervene. Dad's departure for the Moon was a matter of wide-eyed wonder and endless enthusiasm till it was actually time for Jeff to leave. Then it quickly dissolved into a Greek tragedy. Her own hands were full with the baby. Little Virgie didn't yet understand what was happening, but he developed an uncanny ability to pick up his brother's moods. So to echo Scotty's desperate pleas, the baby's tears were now inconsolable.

Scotty settled to hug Dad's neck, so Jeff beaconed his wife with Virgie to step into the embrace. She leaned her head on his shoulder as he reached to kiss the baby.

"Are you really gonna be okay?"

She smiled up at him. So beautiful.

"We'll miss you like crazy, Flyboy. But we'll be alright. We're in good hands."

She lifted a hand to rub soothing circles on Scotty's back. The baby calmed down too and looked ready for a nap. Jeff gave himself extra minutes to just hold them all together. He didn't know yet he was already holding three sons in that embrace. Baby Johnny was to arrive while he was still thousands of miles away on the Moon. But in that moment he needed to capture the perfect memory of balance and fulfillment that would tide him over a long night in space. They were going to be alright.

***

It was unthinkable. The whole situation was his worst nightmare come true. The hijacked Zero-X was obviously speeding up and overheating. He ran a quick math and the fallout would quite easily cause an extinction of life on the planet. Unacceptable - his sons lived on that planet. His mother and friends. What made matters worse was giving in to Scott's big blue pleading eyes to let him come with him in One and watch the T-drive launch. Little Allie definitely learned to step up his puppy eyes game from the best. So Jeff was now stuck with the impossible variables of his son in the blast zone and One's still untested autopilot.

"Scott, I need you to take over the controls for me!"

He was halfway out of the pilot seat, leaving One on hover. Bright blue eyes, flooded with horror, shot up at him from where Scott was adjusting the harness by the cargo doors (oh, goodness, the boy was actually prepping to board Zero-X himself!)

"Dad! You can't go down alone!"

There it was. Daddy, no gooo! Jeff had to brace himself to enter full Commander mode.

"I need you to follow Zero-X flight path, align in formation. Once I board the hull, you will bank and scout the possible fallout zone perimeter in a thousand miles radius. I need you to shoo, tow or scare away anything that will be flying or floating there, understood?"

Jeff was sorely tempted to set the milage at a farther distance (as far and as fast away as possible, just fly away, Bluejay!), but he couldn't risk Scott questioning his intent in the moment. Blue eyes were still flooded with disbelief, pleading and barely concealed tears.

"Dad, please! Let me come with you! You'll need help!"

Daddy, no goooo!

"That's an order, Thunderbird!"

When he'd come to in the Zero-X wreck, in the middle of the galactic nowhere, and for endless years to come, he'd try and soothe himself with the knowledge Scott obeyed the order and got safely away from the blast. From that point on Jeff would try to convince himself he was not worried. Scotty knew what his job was. He'd look after his brothers and Grandma. They would be alright.

[hero-israel]

This is exactly what criticism of Israel is supposed to look like, while being nowhere near antisemitism. In full sincerity, thank you for engaging.

And I meant what I said on that map post: the proper number of civilians to kill is zero, and I have a terrible feeling about this. The Jewish community is nowhere near comprehending - not even starting to comprehend - the new Babi Yar that was just inflicted on us. In that frame of mind, none of us are anywhere near capable of really thinking up the right response either. And the no-talent criminals whose incompetence left open the security gap that Hamas exploited are the same people now leading the response. Are we supposed to expect them to do better this time?

I really do not want Israel to go full Grozny / Aleppo and kill tens of thousands of innocent people. I firmly vote "No," if anyone cares.

As David Schraub wrote, what is necessary to obliterate Hamas will be terrible, but no one has proposed an alternative that is not worse. Under no circumstances can there be any outcome through which Hamas or anyone else could point to it and say "Yes, that works! Do that to Jews, to Israel, again; it will be good for your cause!" Israel and Palestine do not have to be mutually exclusive, but Israel and a Stage 9, Rwandan Genocide antisemitic militia raping hundreds of Jewish teenagers and gunning them into a ditch? Yeah, those two things are mutually exclusive. And since Israel is the stronger, it won't be the one that disappears.

And in that context, if the choice is to tell innocent bystanders to flee their homes and make a run for vacant areas, or to NOT tell them? You tell them.

But ask yourself this:

Do you think a plausible outcome would be for Hamas to surrender, to abandon its bunkers and its weapons, for its leadership in Qatar to turn themselves in for judgment on crimes against humanity?

Because that's an option. It's right up there with "Israel physically obliterates all Hamas assets in Gaza and anything that gets in their way."

And it is purely a habit of mind - purely a cultural assumption - that has anyone thinking Israel must be the party to show restraint because Hamas' actions are beyond human control and as automatic and unchangeable as the moon pulling the tides.

Again, I appreciate the ask and anyone who can engage constructively while waving a red flag.

[transtundras-fr]

To Know, Water…

Centuries had passed since King Njord and Seer Dynamene returned to their coastal kingdom. Once, they reigned as the first fathoms to be blessed personally by the Tidelord. Appointed as secular rulers to the Eastern Shore of the Thousand Current Sea, they guided their kingdom through the death of the second age and the birth of the third. After stability settled, Njord and Dynamene followed their Fathom instincts. They left in charge King Sefter and Seer Keema, with an oath that held the expectation that Sefter and Keema's descendants would abdicate their throne upon the fathoms' return.

Unfortunately, upon their return, Queen Oystella and Seer Flux made no effort to uphold their promise.

The kingdom is divided. Many argue that since Njord and Dynamene are the founders, they deserve to take charge again. Others remain loyal to Oystella and Flux, believing the elder monarchs too out of touch to successfully lead the kingdom.

Njord was once a levelheaded and patient king, able to talk his way out of most fights. Years sailing distant shores have caused him to grow aloof and unattached, affecting the eons-long marriage between him and Dynamene.

Dynamene never wanted to leave Vaden. She wanted to stay close to the Tidelord and work with him to discern the future. She loved Njord more than her desire to stay, so agreed to leave, expecting only to be gone for a few years at most. The distance from The Tidelord made her lose that prophesying connection, so she devised a new way. By harnessing the power of the moons control of the tide's, she gained her own prophesying powers.

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My offering for world building Wednesday, my current lore project War of the Waves!

The title of king/queen and seer do not necessarily signify dominance over the other, more so what their job position entails. The King/Queen is often seen as the physical protector, whereas Seers are seen as spiritual protectors. The firstborn of a royal couple will be assigned a role based on where their skills lie.

Njord and Dynamene, having been blessed by Tidelord, are essentially immortal but can physically be killed.

Feel free to send asks abt them :3