#i think i became high as well erm

[sheepthatgobaa]

did he get his demon period ⁉️

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In honor of me getting that time of the month my homeboy satanas also getting his period ‼️‼️ can we get L in the chat for hi- *gets shot down*

Bonus green version cause I also like how this looked

[foreverisntenough]

‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

Index

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 1 - Round Two | ‘Act II’

word count - 10 k

“Erm... yeah, that’s a bit of me. Big follow.” You giggled, plucking the phone out of your friend Whitney’s hand admiring an abnormally pretty boy she was showing you on the screen. 

“Right?” She laughed with you spreading her two fingers on the screen to zoom in on the boy’s perfect physique. Whitney’s dad spent every day he could watching football. It was on in their house twenty four hours a day. He was an awesome dad to two girls you called your best friends but you always sensed that it pained him he couldn’t have had a son to give it a go in an international football league. He could care less about the American MLS teams but that’s a story for another time. Previously, you really hadn’t cared about your best friend’s fathers interest in the sport. Your own family was into footie, your brother, your dad, but again, you didn’t really buy in. That said, if someone asked you on the street who you supported, you’d have an answer, you knew the high level things going on in the world of football.  

“Like okkkay besties! I’m into this.” You cheekily cooed. Your disinterest suddenly became a big interest when Whitney showed you a photo of two boys that played for the England international team. One was cute... pretty, in fact. You’d say he gave off a sort of a more demure vibe in comparison. Whitney was hooked; her dad was an avid Liverpool supporter and by turn Whitney was. Apparently her dad pointed Trent Alexander-Arnold out to her during a regular season match earlier. The other boy in said photo, well, that was a bit of you. 

“They’re so pretty.” Whitney sighed, taking a longer look at Trent’s face. “Hello. Earth to Y/N.” She called for you after your eyes began to glaze over wishing your thumb hovering over his happy trail was able to actually feel the muscular abs you’d been actually drooling over beneath it. 

“Sorry but he’s so hot.” You laughed with a shake of the head trying to snap out of your lustful haze. Whitney hadn’t even said their names but frankly, you didn’t care. You just might support England in this tournament. Your brother and dad would kill you but you’d do it for a man that looked like this. You were French, that would arguably be seen as treason in your household but he was so good looking they’d have to understand. Your dad would tell you you were French the same way Whitney’s dad would tell her she was British. You both were not born in your respective native lands but your dads were from, you had dual citizenships but no accents. That said, you did speak the language. Your family had actually lived in Paris for a few years before you went to university and met Whitney.   

“I know I figured I’d share.” Whitney smiled at you with a bob of the head happy with her recent Instagram follow as she grabbed her phone back from you. 

“Thank you Mr. Smith. Who knew he had such good taste in men.” You teased taking her phone back once more to actually look at the instagram handle above the photo that had you in such a trance. ‘Jude Bellingham’ you read the name in your head in a silly British accent that probably wasn’t all that accurate. You didn’t know a thing about him. You hadn’t heard either of the boys even speak but he just gave off such British vibes and it made you laugh a little. 

“Man of many talents, l suppose.” Whitney snatched her phone back and went back to Trent’s Instagram, scrolling through photos she’d seen at least a hundred times by now but she wanted to see them one hundred more. 

Flash forward a couple years, a lot of drinks, a blossomed relationship for Whitney, and unfortunately a few more tears than you would’ve hoped later and you found yourself in a Greecian club on a holiday with the two English footballers and their friends. How? You wondered the same thing but Whitney seemed to have fate on her side. Although, she didn’t seem to want to share any because a night ago you could have used some when you fucked her now boyfriend, Trent’s brother, so it didn’t really come as welcomed news when you found out the lustful torch you carried for your instagram crush, Jude, was in front of you in real life now burning. It had been a long couple of hours navigating the waters of two men in a confined space. 

“I like this…” Jude cooed, slipping his fingers under the strap of your red dress.  “Would look better on my floor though.” He whispered a line you’d heard too many times in your ear despite the loud thump of the bass in the club. It should’ve put you off. It should’ve been an eye roll moment except it wasn’t. There was something about the way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you. All night he had you in a trance. It made you feel attended to in the least cheesy and cliche way. You’d flirted earlier in the evening when you’d been introduced after dinner but you were proper close now and the game had begun. You were not an easy lay… well it depended on the day and how bad you wanted to have sex. Regardless, you liked the game with boys. It was fun. You knew you were attractive and you knew that came with many perks like lines of men interested in you and the only way to make it slightly more entertaining and fun and maybe sift out the trash, although some always managed to seep through, you’d test them. Play games, flirt mercilessly and then leave high and dry, you’d make them buy your drinks while you played with their hearts and their hands dragging them up and down your figure. 

“You can’t put a dress like this on the floor, Jude.” You quipped back, placing your hand over his and guiding it down your body and the sheer beaded fishnet fabric. It was a gorgeous Roberta Einer mini dress that you’d been itching to wear somewhere but the way the lights were reflecting off it now and your newly tanned skin barely hidden under it, you knew tonight was the perfect debut for it. 

“Alright, I’ll hang it up just for you.” He gently whispered into your ear. He wasn’t offering to do you some sort of grand favor but the way he said it made it sound like you were meant to be grateful and you didn’t like that he had made such a subtle move to take the upper hand. So you cut the line.

“Okay, thank you.” You brushed him off with a short smile as if he had handed you a coffee over a counter. 

“No problem. As long as it’s still coming off.” Jude was persistent though. He was sweet and smooth. His scent was encircling you and keeping you hostage. His woody musk built walls around you, caging you in. His big soft hands on your exposed skin acting as shackles. You were trapped.

“We shouldn’t.” You muttered haphazardly as he ducked his face to be in front of yours. He gently guided you to step back against a wall in a corridor of the club. You thought you’d get some air and free yourself from the thick tension being near Jude but he followed you. You two were like magnets. There was something there and you weren’t sure why it felt a little more dangerous than just lust. He placed his massive hand on your waist, squeezing you just a little before letting his hand drop down to your hip.

“But we could.” He cooed with the cheekiest smile you might have ever seen in your life and arguably the prettiest too. You couldn’t stop the giggle from escaping your lips. You hated that he had you like this. He moved closer and dragged his lips down your neck, kiss after kiss, running his tongue along your warm skin. It was like he was a live wire jump starting your whole system. The tension was palpable and you wanted more of it but not that easily, of course. You knew who Jude was. You were shown his instagram obviously by Whitney and if the millions of Instagram followers weren’t enough of an indicator it was his insistent presence in the media. A ad campaign, a dramatized story in the Daily Mail, a shirtless instagram post, you would’ve loved to say you did notice it all but you were very aware and embarrassingly you welcomed his ever presence on your phone when you were miles apart. Right now though you weren’t sure there was even a centimeter separating you. Despite knowing what you knew, you were not going to be complacent to the great Jude Bellingham. Tonight was meant to be a level playing field. 

“Your first night out?” You questioned him. Honestly, the only reason you were asking this is because Whitney had made a point before you’d even left for this holiday that you not ruin it all making a rash hook up night one… except you already had. You slept with her boyfriend’s brother which in both his and your defense was good sex. It was fun, rough, drunk, orgasmic and unattached just the way you liked it. He wasn’t exactly off the table though in your mind. He was cute, you had control of the situation and his room was next to yours at the villa you were staying in. Like you said, it was good sex. Although you weren’t going to say no if Jude pushed and you hoped he did but you weren’t exactly closing off other options either. You were on holiday. No one would get hurt, they were twenty some year old men in Greece, you couldn’t imagine commitment was on anyone’s minds. You didn’t kiss Jude in the corridor even though it was the only thought populating in your mind. Jude hated that your game of teasing drew him in more. He liked to be in charge. He liked to run the show and he knew he was losing ground when you moved past him to get back to the ropped off private area in the club with everyone else. Jude was slick as you made your way back and moved quickly in front of you to sit down first. He pulled you down to sit on his lap and you faked an eye roll as if Jude’s persistence was unwelcomed but it was anything but. As the night rolled on you got drunker and his touches got more courageous.  In the dim light of the nightclub, the bass thrummed like a heartbeat in the air, creating a pulsing rhythm that matched the intoxicating sway of the crowd. The atmosphere was thick with a heady mix of laughter, music, and the sweet scent of bottles and bottles of Don Julio 1942. You stayed settled on his lap, warmth enveloped you, igniting a spark that sent shivers down your spine. His strong hands rested gently on your hips, grounding you while the world around you blurred into a swirling tapestry of colors. With each sip of your drink, the world grew more vivid, the laughter more melodic, and the closeness between you more electric. Your heart raced, not just from the alcohol but from the magnetic pull of his gaze. 

“Just want to pull this right up and…” He leaned in closer, his breath a tantalizing whisper against your ear, sending tiny jolts of excitement through you. The rich timbre of his voice wrapped around you like velvet, drawing you deeper into this intoxicating moment, letting his hand on your thigh go higher and higher pulling the hem of your dress with it. His pinky finger able to ghost over your panty clad pussy. 

“Stop…” You giggled, meaning exactly the opposite, grabbing his hand to halt any further movement. This was a dangerous game. You were both on the verge of blacking out. As the night wore on, the music wrapped you both in its seductive embrace, and every glance he stole felt like a secret promise. You found yourself laughing freely, each sound mingling with the pulsating rhythm, feeling utterly alive under the spell of his charm. The lights danced across Jude’s features, enhancing the sharp lines of his jaw and the smirk that hinted at playful mischief. The more you drank, the more you adored him—the way he held you, the way he listened with rapt attention, as if you were the only person in the room. You could feel the warmth of connection building like the crescendo of a song, enveloping you in a cocoon of desire and vulnerability. The laughter faded into a soft hum, and in that moment, you knew you were falling—not just into drunken bliss but into something deeper, something intoxicatingly real. Time slipped away, lost in the rhythm of the night, and as you rested your head against his shoulder, a tender smile graced your lips. Similarly a boyish, lopsided grin plastered to his face.  A darkness flooded your mind. You. blacked. out.  You thought you had a pretty okay tolerance but maybe your stature didn’t exactly match the 6’2 man you were trying to keep up with shot for shot. 42 was starting to taste like water and you were pretty sure no one had an accent anymore. 

You had a blurry memory of his lips brushing against yours, gentle yet urgent, igniting a fire that danced within you. As the vibrant strobe lights cast fleeting shadows across his face, you felt a magnetic pull, drawing you closer into a world that existed solely for the two of you. Each brush of his lips sent shivers racing through your body, igniting every nerve ending in a delicious wave of ecstasy. The heat of his body pressed against you, a tantalizing reminder of the summer night outside, while his hands tangled in your hair and traced the curve of your back, urging you deeper into his embrace. The music swelled around you, a backdrop of heavy bass that mirrored the pounding of your heart, creating a bubble of exhilaration and desire. Time seemed to dissolve as the world outside faded, leaving only the taste of his kiss—sweet and intoxicating, mingling with the warm summer air that danced around you. Your bodies moved in sync, a rhythm as intoxicating as the melody that surrounded you. With each kiss, the world blurred into soft hues of color, a vivid painting of passion and spontaneity. The tender urgency of your connection deepened, exploring uncharted territories as hands explored, pulling each other closer, savoring the moment as if time itself stood still. It was a wild, breathless escape, filled with promises whispered between breaths, where the pulse of the music became the heartbeat of your desires, leaving you both breathless, alive, and utterly entwined.

The morning light peeked through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the disheveled bed. You stirred, feeling the weight of a night filled with laughter and passion settle heavily on your limbs. A dull throb pulsed in your temples, each beat a reminder of the revelry that had unfolded the night before. As your eyes fluttered open, they fell upon the figure beside you… Jude. His chiseled silhouette half-hidden beneath rumpled sheets, radiating an effortless charm even in the quiet aftermath of the night. The scent of his skin lingered in the air, a rich, intoxicating mix of cologne and the faint hint of warmth from your shared adventures. As you attempted to piece together the fragments of last night, the tableau before you sent a rush of sensations coursing through you. There he was, tangled in the sheets, sunkissed skin glistening slightly in the morning light, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. You could have sworn he looked like a work of art, perfectly imperfect in a way that made your heart flutter unexpectedly.

“I have to get to my room.” You whispered to Jude with a pounding headache, not entirely sure what happened but you were sore and naked so you had a good idea. Your heart was racing praying to see some remnant or clue that protection was used. The world around you felt hazy, your thoughts muddled from too much tequila and laughter, yet the sight of him brought warmth and a flicker of exhilaration to your chest. You shifted slightly, the crisp sheets whispering against your skin, and he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours—a lazy, sultry gaze that ignited memories of stolen kisses and whispered secrets shared in low-lit corners of the nightclub.

“Good morning to you to." He laughed tiredly. "What’d you say?” His voice was low and smooth, like velvet draping over your senses, both teasing and inviting. A smile crept across his lips, illuminating his features and crinkling the corners of his eyes in a way that made your heart race. You couldn’t help but mirror his expression, feeling the pull of a connection that thrummed between you, more potent than the remnants of your hangover. 

“I said, I have to get to my room.” You smiled as you tentatively lifted your hand to brush a loose strand of hair from your face, the soft rustle of sheets surrounded you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy that felt deliciously intoxicating. There was an unspoken understanding in the air, an acknowledgment of last night's escapades, layered with the thrill of unexpected mornings. In that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in warmth and longing, a beautiful aftermath that felt fleeting yet infinitely precious.

“Why…” Jude groaned, letting his eyes close again. With every heartbeat, it became clear: the night had woven your lives together, if only for an ephemeral moment. And though uncertainty lingered like a sweet aftertaste, the promise of the unknown shimmered in the air. 

“Everyone can’t know I slept in here.” You whispered again with some urgency. Image was important to you. Sleep with whoever you want, absolutely. Let people know that? Absolutely not.  

“Whyyy…” Jude kept on his childish theatrics with another groan. He outstretched his arm and draped it around your waist as insurance you wouldn’t leave. This was not a rare indulgence for you but it would cling to you like the sheets twisted around your body currently were, all day if you didn’t get out of there. The lavish villa room was stunning and an opulent blend of modern luxury and understated, but it did little to distract from Jude. His hair messy in a way he’d hate yet it formed a careless halo on the pillow beneath him.

“I’ll see you later.” You giggled pulling down the sheet and slapping his ass trying to make light of you not  being able to remember anything and remind him you were waking up naked in case he didn’t either. You moved in a way that was calculated after that, you’d done this before. You have a good night, a great night in fact, great sex, although usually you prefer to remember a semblance of it… god damnit where is a condom wrapper… literally anything! But you’d done this before and you knew you had to move quickly as if your very presence in Jude’s room might unravel the meticulously crafted image you’d built. The mesh of your mini dress, now crumpled on the foot of the bed, tells the story of a night you could barely recall. You did recall Jude saying he’d hang the dress up but that went out the window and evidently so did your morality when it came to safe sex. It was a night you both dreaded and longed to remember.

“Ow fuck, Y/N.” Jude complained reaching lazily to pull the covers back up to cover himself. You laughed a little at his poor morning attitude but got distracted when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. It reflected a woman who was both powerful and vulnerable, your usual poise slightly fractured. You couldn’t even attempt to restore any dignity to your appearance. This was simply the job for a real shower. 

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?” You mocked him a little, coming and kissing near Jude’s ear softly with a hum. 

“Yeah, fuck.” He complained, burying his face in a pillow. 

“Aw, I’ll remember that when I’m laying concealer over your bite marks before breakfast.” You teased running your hand over a bruise you could clearly make out on your collarbone. There was no use trying to restore your usual pristine facade. There’s no hiding the telltale signs: the smudged mascara around your eyes, the bruised lips, the scent of him lingering on your skin. “It was good though.” You sympathetically smiled at him. You felt bad. Why did you suddenly feel a tinge of guilt and softness towards him? No idea. You weren’t sure. You snapped your eyes off him to hopefully help break the emotions you were starting to feel. 

“Yeah? What you had wanted?”  Jude opened his eyes again and  smiled sleepily at you. You glanced back at his chiseled features softened in the haze of his tiredness. A part of you felt so drawn to him. So you took a seat on the side of the bed running your hands over his warm skin. 

“Erm… don’t know, I might need one more go just to make sure it was as good as I remember.”  You lied. Why did you lie? You weren’t sure. What had this boy done to you? You were having a hell of a hangover and you were starting to wonder if the tequila from last night somehow disregulated or fucked with the limbic system in your brain. 

“Mmmm C’mere.” Jude pulled you down into a kiss and you let him. It was warm, soft, slow, and sleepy and yet it had you trying not to moan into his mouth it was turning you on so much. 

“I have to go.” You sympathetically pulled away with an apologetic smile. 

“Yeah but you’ve got me hard now.” Jude flashed you a conniving grin hoping that his pretty face could convince you to stay. It almost worked. Unfortunately his face didn’t outweigh your fear of being caught out. Two men in three or so days wasn’t a fact you’d be broadcasting but you weren’t exactly complaining either. 

“That sounds like a you problem.” You gave him an annoyingly cheeky grin. Jude was upset that he still managed to find it cute despite him being painfully hard now. He sighed and grabbed your arm before you could get far. You looked at him innocently not sure what he needed because you weren’t going to stay. He kissed your knuckles and then rolled over in the bed. That was it. You weren’t sure what to make of it so you just smiled with a hum stepping away, leaving behind a world of temptation and chaos as you quietly gathered the remnants of your dignity and fragments of your outfit from last night. You grabbed Jude’s shirt of the floor and pulled it over you. You weren’t about to put back on your dress from last night. You were missing an earring as well but you’d find it later. It wasn’t a proud moment as you slipped out the door cautiously and tiptoed to your bedroom, heels in hand, your bare feet peeling off the marble floors of the villa, wincing at the noise with every step, terrified someone might see you. You went to the en suite of your room and took off his shirt. You looked at it and smiled until you caught yourself in the mirror smiling like an idiot at it. There was a slight smudge of your lipstick color on the collar. It smelt like him and you just wanted to put it back on and go to bed but instead you turned on the shower. In a state of delusion and a hangover haze you held the shirt in your hand and cheekily took a nude in the mirror sending it to Jude.  

‘To help with your problem. xx’

Jude threw his head back on his pillow with another groan as he opened the message. He sorted himself out after that thanks to your photos assistance and memories of last night before he went back to sleep. You smiled when you saw he responded after your shower… until you read it. 

‘You’re unreal, angel. Liked it better when I was cumming inside you though and not just to the thought of you. Maybe later? xx.’

“Oh my god!” You gasped out loud dropping your phone. It fell on your toe and you thought you were going to cry. It hurt so bad. You grabbed your phone and wrapped your towel around you a bit tighter and ran to your bed and fell face first. “I’m so stupid. I’m so stupid.” You repeated over and over again. You were haunted by the memory of last night you couldn’t remember, and the man down the hall, clinging to you like a whisper you couldn’t  quite shake, a reminder that even the most perfect facades have cracks.

“I need to talk to you immediately.” You hushly but harshly whispered to Whitney in the kitchen later that morning gripping her arm so tight she might have a bruise later. She was sitting on Trent’s lap who gave you a curious yet concerned face. You just smiled and yanked Whitney off him pulling her all the way down the hall to your room. “Look at me…” You snapped peeling your shirt off to reveal the remnants of your night with Jude. Her eyes went wide and a cheeky grin began to pull on her face. 

“Can you give me a little more context because I need to know if I should be applauding someone’s handiwork or if something happened because you look like someone attacked you.” Whitney kept her smile knowing it wasn’t the later. 

“Whit… I don’t even remember it and I think he does. I lied and said I did and then I was a fucking idiot and sent him a nude this morning because I apparently willingly opt for chaos and he jerked off to it and said he…” You picked your arms up to air quote. “‘Liked it better when he was cumming inside me’ so that’s fucking insane.” Whitney’s jaw dropped at your confessional. 

“Okay.. erm it’s fine. Sit down, sit down, sit down.” She beckoned you over and you sat next to her on your bed letting your body fall limp into her lap. “It’s fine. Honestly, we’ll sort it. A few questions for you. Erm… one, who are we talking about?” She asked you gently, running her hand over your head. That question alone made you feel dumb. To Whitney’s credit, it was a fair question. 

“Jude… I woke up with Jude this morning.” You whined covering your face with your hands embarrassed to admit it. 

“Y/N, its okay. Second question,  you wanted to right? Like you’re not upset because he… you know. Like this was consensual?” She sheepishly asked you. You softly smiled at her with a shake of the head. Whitney was always so mindful and gentle. She did this with everything. She needed to make sure everything was okay so she could properly help. She wanted to make sure you were okay and she was probably the only person in your life that when she asked that, you knew she meant it and honestly wanted to listen. She really was the sweetest and had good intentions but consent wasn’t an issue here. “Okay, as long as you’re fine in that regard. Well, you should ask Jude like if he actually did finish inside and we’ll go from there. I mean… we’ve handled this before.” She giggled a little recalling many of antics between the pair of you from university to date. “The nude is whatever. Don’t worry. He’s seen you naked. It's not exactly like you have a body anyone would be ashamed of either.  The photo won’t go anywhere and if you liked him or the sex, I mean it’s not a bad person to add to your body count.” She cheekily smiled at you. You couldn’t help but smile back. Her smile was infectious and it made you feel better just seeing it. “Jude is nicer than you’d think so just talk to him. You two can just have a pretty person conversation.” 

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him. Do you want to get your joke in now or will you give me the morning?” You laughed, running your hands over your face again. Your relationship with Whitney was like any good friendship it was filled with love and support, a lot of laughter and amazing memories, but humor was a pillar for you two. When things got hard if you didn’t laugh about it you’d cry. 

“Eh… When you least expect it. Today though.” She laughed. “To be fair, you looked really good last night. I didn’t think you’d be going to sleep alone.” Whitney cooed as you sat up. You picked up your phone and opened your messages with Jude and deleted them for your own sanity. You couldn’t have your mistakes just sitting there. “You’re supposed to say ‘yeah, Whit you looked good last night too, did you go home with anyone?” She teased bumping her shoulder against yours drawing you out of your moment of embarrassment rereading Jude’s message. 

“Yes, yes, Whitney. You’re gorgeous and Trent loves you. You guys probably fucked four times yesterday so forgive me if I didn’t add to Trent’s chorus of chants of how beautiful you are.” You teased her dropping your cheek to rest on her shoulder. Whitney deserved Trent’s high praise. She was stunning, you just were a little caught out over your mistakes. 

“It’ll be fine. I promise. Honest. Just talk to him, okay?” Whitney snapped back to a moment of seriousness and reassurance wrapping her arms around you tight. You don’t know what you’d do without her. She’d had this conversation with you more times than you cared to admit. 

“Hey… Can I talk to you?” You embarrassingly asked Jude, coming up sheepishly beside him. 

“Yeah, course but only if you help me with suncream.” He cheekily answered you, handing you the bottle.  His tanned muscular physique in front of you had you momentarily forget what you even were coming to ask him. You hated that it all made your heart falter but in all seriousness, you needed to find out what happened so you took the bottle from him and squeezed it into the palm of your hand. 

“Erm… so this is embarrassing, like I’m actually so embarrassed to say this but I don’t exactly remember the latter half of our night so can you just.. Ugh.. like… did you actually cum inside me?” You muttered out the words letting your face fall against his bicep. The sunscreen just waiting in your palms. You pressed your forehead against his arm muscle mortified unable to do anything else. You couldn’t look at him. Your words were quiet and mumbled. 

“You were that drunk, Y/N!?  That’s so bad. Fuck…” Jude was shocked. He pulled you off and held you by your shoulders in front of him looking directly into your eyes. “Okay, erm, first off I did.” He confirmed and your face dropped when he told you the fact you were hoping he was going to say wasn’t true. “Y/N… Y/N… hold on. I mean.” Jude started to laugh and your eyes widened in confusion and terror. “I mean, you don’t have to worry. I… or it was in your ass so you can’t get pregnant from that if that’s what your worried about, yeah?” Jude flashed you a devastatingly handsome and equally cheeky smile. 

“Oh… my god. Are you serious right now?” If you weren’t embarrassed before you certainly were now. You wanted to just disappear. 

“Yeah but I’m not really concerned about that. Are you serious you don’t remember? I feel awful that I was having fun last night with you now.” Jude admitted to you with no an unintentionally cute pout. His mind was racing panicking that he had somehow done something wrong but you didn’t think that at all. You were in your own head about how self-conscious you currently felt but also a little bit by how sweet he was. 

“You had fun last night?” You asked him more reserved than you would’ve wanted to. You wanted to be confident in front of this person who felt almost larger than life but you couldn’t help but feel a little smitten by him, a shyness washing over you you didn’t often feel. You tried to move last night's antics into the back of your mind. Both he and your ‘cool’ facades were crumbling. You both clearly cared.

“Y/N, you're fit. Of course, I had fun. It was amazing. I just feel horrible you don’t remember because visuals aside it was just a fun night in general. Honest, it was great. If you’re interested, I can give you a refresh?” Jude cooed, running his hands up and down the sides of your arms in a way that somehow managed to be both comforting and sensual. His cheeky smile returning. You did as he asked and helped him with the suncream and both of you were plagued with memories of last night. “Am I wrong for thinking we have to pack condoms for the boat?” Jude whispered to you as you applied the lotion on so that no one else could hear. You wanted to laugh but you bit your lip and rolled your eyes instead. 

“Yes, yes you are.” You spoke at a normal volume as you turned around to look directly at him. Funny he was asking to use condoms now considering you couldn't find any in the bedroom this morning.

“Oh, okay so you want to do round two, just do what we did last night, yeah?” Jude gave you a smug smile and slyly squeezed at your waist. Your jaw slacked at his cheek.  No, you definitely weren't planning on anymore anal sex on this trip. That was a drunk indiscretion you typically preferred to save for a serious boyfriend, if that.

"No! We’re just not fucking on the boat. Full stop.” You smiled at him really having a hard time trying not to laugh but you managed spinning on your heel away from him and jetting off to find Whitney and your sexiest bikini just to really rub it in his face you weren’t fucking him on this boat. Although a part of you kind of wanted to but you'd hold your ground.

For the rest of the day though, suncream became your secret way to touch each other all day. The sun was already climbing high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the shimmering waters of Greece. The yacht bobbed gently in the marina, waiting for its passengers to board. You stood on the deck, holding a bottle of sunscreen, watching the sunlight dance on the sea’s surface. You could feel the excitement of the day ahead—a day spent out on the open water with Jude, a day of freedom and escape. Jude emerged from below deck, a grin on his face, wearing a pair of dark Prada sunglasses and Bottega swim trunks. His skin was already kissed by the sun from the days you’d spent together here, but there was something about the way the light hit him now, that made your heart skip a beat. 

“Hey, you got that suncream?” Jude called out as he approached you. He took the bottle from your hand, your fingers brushing just slightly, sending a small jolt through you.

“Course” you replied with a playful smile. “Don’t want you getting any sun damage out here. You know, we wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty face of yours.” You teased. 

“I don’t know, I think it could be a good look for me. Adds a little rugged charm.” Jude chuckled, shaking his head. He squeezed some sunscreen into his hand, rubbing it over his chest and arms in quick, careless strokes. You raised an eyebrow.

 “I think you missed a few spots,” you teased, stepping closer to him. Your hand lightly grazed his back as you took the bottle from him. “Let me help.” Jude smirked, enjoying the attention. 

“Only if it means getting your hands on me,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, adding a teasing tone.

“Oh, stop,” you said with a laugh, trying to sound casual as your hands spread sunscreen across his back. Your fingers moved slowly, deliberately, feeling the muscles tense slightly under your touch. “You’re lucky I’m nice enough to do this for you.”

“Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it,” Jude replied, closing his eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of your hands on his skin. “I’ve got the best view and the best company. And now, a free suncream application. What more could a guy ask for?”

“Don’t get too comfortable,” You warned softly with a giggle, your hands moving to his shoulders, your touch more lingering now. “I still have to get my own back, you know.”

“I’d be more than happy to return the favor,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “In fact, I insist.” Jude turned his head slightly, peering over his shoulder at you. You felt a flutter in your chest but kept your expression playful. Jude took the suncream and poured some into his hands, stepping behind you. His hands were warm as they gently spread the lotion across your shoulders, his touch firm yet tender. You closed your eyes, feeling a shiver run down your spine despite the warmth of the sun. “Are you sure you trust me?” Jude murmured close to your ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“I don’t know,” you replied, your voice slightly breathless. “But I guess I’ll have to find out.” Jude’s hands moved down your back, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that made your knees feel weak. You could feel his breath on your neck, the closeness of him making your head spin.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you,” Jude whispered, his hands still working the sunscreen into your skin but moving slower, more deliberately. “You know that, right?”You nodded, your eyes still closed, leaning back slightly into his touch.

 “I know,” you said softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. Jude’s hands finally reached the small of your back, lingering there for a moment before he let out a deep breath and stepped away, breaking the spell. “Alright, I think you’re all set,” he said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the warmth in his voice. You turned to face him, your cheeks slightly flushed but smiling. 

As the yacht continued to glide smoothly over the azure waters of the Mediterranean, everyone gathered around a large table for lunch. The sun was high, warming the deck, and the soft sound of waves provided a calming background melody. Plates of fresh seafood, salads, and cold drinks were spread out, and the air was filled with the scent of the sea. You were seated directly across from Jude, your little yellow Louis Vuitton bikini doing little to cover your sun-kissed skin. Every time you moved, the sunlight would catch on you, making you glow in a way that Jude found impossibly distracting. He tried to focus on his plate, spearing a piece of grilled octopus, but his eyes kept drifting back to you. You caught him looking more than once, your lips curving into a coy smile every time your eyes met.

“So, Jude,” you said suddenly, drawing his attention fully to you. You were leaning back in your chair, stretching in a way that made your body arch just slightly. “You enjoying yourself?” Your tone was light, but there was a playful glint in your eyes that didn’t go unnoticed. Jude swallowed hard, feeling the heat creep up the back of his neck. 

“Yeah, I’m having a great time,” he replied, trying to sound casual. But his voice betrayed him with a slight huskiness. “How about you?” Your smile widened at his question, your fingers toyed with the rim of your wine glass. 

“Oh, I’m having a wonderful time,” you said, your voice soft and teasing. “The company’s great… and the view’s not bad either.” Trent and Whitney exchanged a knowing glance but continued eating, choosing not to interrupt the obvious tension building between Jude and you. Whitney smirked, clearly amused by the situation though. Jude shifted in his seat, trying to keep his cool. 

“Glad you’re enjoying the view,” he said with a smirk, though his eyes betrayed the way his pulse quickened every time you moved. You lifted a piece of fruit to your lips, biting into it slowly. You licked a drop of juice from your lower lip, watching Jude intently.

“I could say the same to you,” you murmured, your voice low and flirtatious. Jude’s grip tightened around his fork. It was becoming harder to focus on anything but you but he was annoyed by your cheek. Annoyed that he felt like he was loosing this conversation. 

“Yeah, well,” he began, attempting to match your lighthearted tone, “it’s hard not to when you keep… putting on a show.” Jude quipped trying to regain ground. You feigned innocence, your eyes going wide. 

“A show?” You repeated, your tone laced with playful mockery. “I’m just eating my lunch, Jude. What show?” You asked. Whitney lightly elbowed Trent, a small laugh escaping her. 

“Maybe Jude’s just not used to being distracted during a meal,” she added, winking at you. You laughed softly, a mischievous glint in your eyes. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Jude. Am I distracting you?” You purred, leaning forward slightly so your bikini dipped a little lower, tits out.  Jude’s throat felt dry, and he took a sip of his drink to steady himself all he could think about was you in his bed last night and getting that stupid bikini off you now. 

“Just a little,” he muttered, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his composure. “But I’m managing.” You raised an eyebrow, your smile teasing.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to suffer,” you said, drawing out the last word. “Maybe I should… cover up?” You smirked. All the boys sans Trent at the table shifted in their seats. Not keen about your suggestion.  Jude quickly shook his head, a bit too fast, doing what they all wanted to. 

“Nah, nah, nah, you’re fine,” he blurted out, then cursed inwardly at how desperate he sounded. He cleared his throat and tried again, “I mean, it’s a boat. You’re supposed to be comfortable.” He rectified. Your laugh was soft and melodic as you leaned back, clearly pleased with yourself. 

“Good,” You said simply, your eyes twinkling with amusement. “Because I’m perfectly comfortable.” Jude could only nod, his eyes locked on hers. He felt a mixture of frustration and amusement at how effortlessly you could make him lose his cool. He knew you were doing it on purpose, and yet, he found he didn’t really mind. There was something thrilling about this game you played, a tension that made every glance, every word feel charged with electricity. As they continued eating, the conversation flowed around them, but Jude and you remained locked in your private dance of flirtation and teasing, each word, each look a step closer to something inevitable.

The villa was silent, the only sound being the soft hum of the waves outside. It was late, and everyone had already gone to bed after another lively night out at a Grecian club. The moonlight spilled into the hallway, casting gentle shadows on the whitewashed walls as you quietly padded towards Jude's room. Your heart raced, not just from the couple too many of drinks you had earlier, but from the anticipation of seeing Jude again. The whole day had been a tease-sly glances, lingering touches, and stolen moments of whispered words that had you on edge. You reached his door and paused, biting your lip, starting to second guess yourself. You could feel the fluttering in your stomach, a mixture of nerves and excitement. Gently, you turned the knob and slipped inside. The room was dimly lit by the moon, enough to make out Jude's form lying in bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You tiptoed over to his bed, your bare feet barely making a sound on the cool floor. 

“Jude…” you whispered as you slipped under the covers, pressing your body against his. Jude stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open in the darkness. He turned his head to see you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips even in his half-awake state

“Y/N." He mumbled, his voice husky from sleep. "You alright?”  He smiled and you felt relief weigh over you. It was unsaid but Jude was welcome in your room and you were welcome in his. Although tonight you had gone your separate ways both trying to make it seem like you weren’t dying to sleep with the other. You were the first to cave. 

"I'm cold.”  You lied, shivering dramatically. You knew it was a poor excuse, especially considering the warm summer night, but you didn't care, you knew he wouldn’t care. All you wanted was to be close to him.

“Cold, huh?” Jude teased with a soft chuckle, his arm reaching out to pull you closer to him. His voice was still thick with sleep but laced with amusement. "You're always cold." You pouted, though the darkness hid your playful expression.

“I am," you insisted, snuggling closer, pressing your body into his. You could feel the heat of his skin and it sent a shiver down your spine-this one was real. Jude's arms wrapped around you, his touch gentle but firm. He pulled you even closer, your bodies now pressed tightly together under the covers. 

"Better?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"Much," you breathed, letting your hands rest on his chest. You could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, and it made you feel safe, like this was exactly where you were supposed to be. For a few moments, you laid there in comfortable silence, the only sound the faint rustle of the sheets as you shifted slightly against each other. Your fingers traced light patterns on Jude's chest, your touch soft and exploratory. You could feel his muscles tense slightly under your touch, a silent acknowledgment of the effect you were having on him.

"Y/N," Jude murmured, his voice a little tighter now. "What are you doing?" He smirked at you. 

"Nothing," you whispered back, your fingers continuing their slow journey over his skin. "Just…feeling you." Jude let out a low breath, a mix between a sigh and a groan. 

"You're not making it easy to try to go back to sleep , you know.” Jude’s tone dropped. You’re breath began to increase.  

"Who said anything about going back to sleep?" You shot back playfully, your voice hushed but teasing. You tilted your head up to look at him, your eyes catching the moonlight just enough for him to see the mischievous glint in them. Jude chuckled again, but there was a strain in his voice now, a tension that was unmistakable.

"You're trouble," he muttered, his hand sliding down your back, resting just above your waist. "You know that?" His eyes lit up as they looked at you. You smiled, your lips brushing against his jawline as you leaned in closer. 

"Only for you," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin. Jude's grip on you tightened instinctively, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. He rolled slightly onto his back, pulling you with him so you were half-draped over his chest. Your faces were close, the heat between you palpable. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips grazing your spine, causing you to shiver again-but this time, not from the cold.

"Still cold?" Jude asked, his voice low, almost a growl. His eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. You didn't answer with words. Instead, you pressed your lips to his, a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened as Jude responded. His hand moved up your back, pulling you even closer, while the other hand found its way into your hair, tangling in it. Your kiss grew hungrier, more insistent, as if all the teasing and flirting throughout the day had led to this inevitable moment. Your fingers slid up Jude's chest to his neck, holding him close, not wanting to let go. You could feel the heat of his body beneath you, the way his muscles moved under your touch, and it made your head spin. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he looked up at you, his eyes searching yours. “I want you to remember this time.” His voice thick with emotion. You nodded, your hands moving to the back of his neck, pulling yourself down towards him. 

"I've never been more sure," you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with certainty. Jude leaned foreward, capturing your lips again, and this time, there was no hesitation. The tension that had been building between you all day finally snapped, and you gave in to the desire that had been simmering just below the surface. His hands roamed over your body, memorizing every curve and line, while your hands explored his, feeling the strength and warmth of him against you. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled together under the moonlight, loosing clothing items by the second, lost in each other, and in the heat of the moment. His tongue slipped past your lips, causing you to moan. Judes hand slowly drifted down towards your core. The sounds you were making in desperation were driving him crazy. The soft moans like music. You could feel your pussy aching and dripping begging for him to move faster. You wiggled your body closer into his. He gripped your thigh squeezing you as he moved closer. You were so fixated on his hands so painfully close to your pussy you hadn’t noticed one of his hand coming to grip your chin. He moved your head to look directly at him. His deep brown eyes stared back into yours. His thumb grazed over your lips as he smirked at you. He slid his finger over your plump lips a few times before pressing it into your mouth. You took it desperately, swirling your tongue around his thumb. 

“So impatient, angel. What? You want me to touch you?” He asked you with such smugness you wanted to tell him to shut up but you couldn't. The only thing on your mind was his massive hard dick beneath you. He began to kiss down your jawline to your neck and you whimpered. You didn’t get to feel this last time or at least you hadn’t remembered it but god you wish you did. You tilted your head back to give him more space. He let his lips graze your warm soft skin before you started to leave little bites and nips, marking you again. You bit your lip in an attempt to muffle your moans. Jude knew exactly what he was doing and he was playing you. He now had you distracted by his lips on your neck you failed to remember his other hand, wet with your spit sliding through your folds, quick to place his thumb onto your clit and tease your entrance with his finger. He pushed one finger inside of you. He hit your sweet spot out the gate. Jude smirked in a devilishly handsome way. You couldn’t help but clench around the singular digit. He began to speed up whilst pushing in another finger. A loud, squelching sound filled the room as he played with you. “Good girl.” Jude praised you as your eyes began to roll back and the pace of his fingers sped up.  His thumb keeping up its motions on your clit. Involuntarily, your hips grind on his hand as you quickly grow addicted to the feeling of him. Your back arched as he kept at it for ages until you were cumming all over his finger. You covered them in your slick as he brought you to your first high of the night.

“Jude. Please, I want more.” You begged him with a whimper as he slowly removed his fingers from your pussy. You were practically shaking and the only thing you wanted was more of him. He brought his slick covered fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan. While he attempted to tease you, you had had enough. You made quick work and wrapped your hand around his massive length beginning to pump his cock in your hand as you let some of your spit drip onto it. Jude let his head drop back into the pillow behind him not anticipating your eagerness. You loved the way he reacted to you. You moved your other hand to take his balls into it, eliciting more groans from him. You wish you remembered the first time better because his cock looked so fucking good it had your mouth watering as it began to leak precum. The prevalent vein running along the underside had you swallowing to keep yourself from drooling. Jude grabbed your hips and moved you. He pinned you beneath him now, pushing your legs further apart, settling himself in between them. He took his cock in his hand and slapped the tip softly against your wet pussy. 

“I’ll give you more, baby. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” Jude roughly asked you dragging his cock through your folds. You nodded desperately reaching for him and pulling him into you. You gripped his muscular arms, digging your nails into his skin as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly stretched you out as he pushed inside, your walls already clenching around him, squeezing his cock. “Tell me, Y/N. Tell me you want me.”

“Please. Please. I need you to fuck me. I want your cock so bad.” You whined. You couldn’t believe this man had you begging like that. You bite into his lip, causing him to laugh. When he leans back, your eyes are almost closed. You moan, arching your back, and he pushes completely into you. He begins to thrust his hips and the discomfort from his massive size slips into pure pleasure. He moves in a hypnotic rhythmic pace, loving the feeling of your tight pussy squeeze him in the dead of the night. 

“Fuck. This pussy’s so good, angel. Just for me, yeah?” Jude mumbled leaning down to press his lips to yours. You nodded and absentmindedly smiled at his words but were unable to get any words out as his thrusts began to get harder and faster. You moan and your eyes shut tight when he repeatedly hits your g spot. Jude’s cock is throbbing. He can barely focus. He was probably too drunk the first to really relish in how fucking good this felt.  The coil in your stomach was tightening with every stroke of his cock. Your orgasm was imminent but when he slipped his hand in between your bodies to play with your clit your whined digging your nails into him further. Your mouth dropped open as you could feel your slick drip down your thighs and all over him. “Good girl—just like that– fuck. Cum f’me.” Jude groaned, moving his hips with skill. His cock glistening with your arousal.  Your body is on fire, and neither of you does anything to dampen the flame, only adding gasoline to it. 

“Jude.. Jude.. wait.” You whined as another climax began to blended into the one you were struggling to come down from. 

“Cum f’me angel. Cum with me this time. Gimme one more. Be a good girl f’me.” Jude whispered into your ear nibbling on it and simultaneously you spasmed around his length once more clenching tightly around him. “Fuck!” He growled, nudging his face in the nape of your neck as his warmth began to fill you up. He pushes his cum deep into your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm. His thrusts began to slow and then still. Jude held himself up with one hand while his dominant one came to caress your cheek. He softly swiped some stray stands of hair out of your face, tucking them behind your ear. He kissed you softly with a hum. “That was the best reason I’ve ever been woken up in the middle of the night.” He smiled at you as he flopped over dramatically to your side. 

“Yeah?” You questioned him with a breathy giggle now exhausted. He pulled you tight into his side. 

“Hmm. You should’ve just stayed with me to begin with. This could’ve been round two.” He whispered pressing kisses to your temple. 

“You want round two?” You cheekily asked running your hands over his bare chest, his skin warm and slick with a sheen of sweat. He was impossibly sexy. 

“Yeah, gimme a bit more of you.” He cooed and dragged your body on top of his. You obliged happily and in the end didn’t get much sleep till the morning. And as that morning’s sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft, golden light across the room, the rest of the house was still asleep. The quiet hush of dawn wrapping everything in a gentle cocoon. The early light painted Jude’s features in a warm glow, making him look almost ethereal, like a dream made flesh. There was something intoxicating about seeing him like this—unguarded, vulnerable, bathed in the morning light. Jude stirred slightly, his arm tightened around you, pulling you closer as he murmured something soft and unintelligible in his sleep. You smiled against his skin, your fingers tracing light patterns across his back, a silent promise of affection and comfort. For a moment, you simply lay there, wrapped in the stillness of the morning, your breaths syncing in a quiet, intimate dance. The world outside the room felt distant, irrelevant, as if nothing else mattered but the feel of his body against your, the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. As the minutes passed, Jude began to wake, his body slowly coming alive under your touch. He shifted, his hand finding its way into your hair as he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head. You looked up at him, meeting his half-lidded gaze, and the sleepy smile he gave you was like the sun breaking through the clouds.

“Morning,” he whispered, his voice rough with sleep, and you couldn’t help but smile back, your heart swelling with a quiet joy that only these secret, stolen moments could bring.

“Morning,” you whispered back, your voice just as soft. You shifted slightly, pressing a kiss to his jaw, your lips brushing against the stubble that shadowed his skin. Jude sighed, contentment settling over him like a warm blanket as he pulled you even closer, your bodies fitting together perfectly. You stayed like that, entwined in the early morning light, the world outside forgotten as you indulged in the simple pleasure of being together, of holding each other close. In that quiet, tender moment, nothing else mattered. Last night was sex you would always remember and you were starting to realize it may be hard to forget it and even harder to forget Jude.

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Nobody's Darling — 5. The Morning

— PAIRING: Benny Cross x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Benny comes across a girl walking alone in the middle of nowhere and offers her a ride to the nearest town. They stop at a motel.

— WARNINGS: just fluff

— WORDCOUNT: 2.3k

— TAGGING: @confessionbrain-writings @fleurdemers

— A/N: Continuation of Part 4.

She was sleeping. Then at one point she became aware that she was sleeping. Her body was pleasantly sore, her feet a little swollen but cooled by the morning air that slipped into the room, and beneath her was the softest, warmest blanket — only, as she slowly woke she realised it wasn’t a blanket. Her eyes opened to the bleary morning light and the sight of honeyed flesh. Oh… She wanted to get up but her back still ached, and as soon as she braced her arm against the mattress she remembered why she’d opted to sleep on top of Benny instead. The springs squeaked painfully loud.

“Mmmmh… G’mornin’,” he muttered, breathing in and stretching his long body.

“Did I wake you up? Sorry,” she muttered, blushing as the events of last night came back to her.

“No, don’t worry,” he sighed, wrapping an arm more around her shoulder and pulling her back down on top of him. “Sleep well?”

“I think so…”

Benny looked down at her, his eyes quickly losing the haziness of sleep and finally gaining some focus. “You alright?” he asked, his voice sounding fearful of the answer.

“Yeah… Yeah.”

He said nothing, instead merely rubbing his thumb against her shoulder in a way meant to soothe her — or perhaps himself. The timid chirping of the birds outside and the gusts of wind were a stark backdrop to how sad he seemed.

She almost felt sorry for him. He’d been so happy when they went to sleep together, or if not happy… something. It was difficult to remember now between the high waves of her pleasure crashing down, distorting memories, sensations, time itself. Perhaps he thought she’d be the same person when she woke up as the one he knew last night, or maybe he’d forgotten who he invited to his bed, or maybe… Maybe it was useless to wonder what he thought. And she certainly didn’t have the courage to ask in what manner precisely she’d disappointed him in the few minutes they were both awake.

“I should, erm, get up,” she said.

“Yeah. Sure.”

She looked down at the two of them, covered in the meagre blanket grey with stains, and underneath she felt his naked body moving along hers. Strong legs, narrow hips, the softness of his muscled arm behind her… She lay cradled in his embrace and cuddling with him was like sleeping with a radiator. It made her want to fall asleep all over again, and Benny certainly made no move to leave. She blushed and didn’t know whether to get up quickly or take the time to find something first to cover herself with, but as her body slowly woke and caught up with her mind she realised she didn’t really want to go. She felt comfortable and safe, and the thought of returning to her white and cold apartment, to her boring job filled with meaningless little problems every day, and urgent issues, and measly internal politics, made her sick to her stomach. Benny heard her sigh and laid his broad palm flat over her shoulder, and then she felt him nuzzle his face into her hair.

“You sure you’re ok?” he asked. He must’ve thought she was upset with him…

“I just don’t feel…”

“How?”

“Like leaving.”

She could tell his body stilled as he thought through what she said. He must’ve doubted her, or himself, because it took a while for him to speak again.

“Want me to go to your room and fetch your clothes?”

“No, it’s not that. I mean, maybe you should,” she chuckled, “but that’s not what I meant.”

“Feeling real’ comfy in this dusty ol’ motel room, are you?” he chuckled.

“Hmm… no. It’s horrible,” she laughed. “It’s probably the worst bed I’ve ever slept in… And the best.”

He turned his head to look at her, to catch her eyes and figure out what she meant, but she only buried her face deeper into his chest.

“Is that right…?” he asked.

“It is,” she mumbled.

“You mean it?” he asked after a few moments. “You really mean it, doll?”

She nodded, her damp cheek rubbing against his skin. It was as if his body melted, covering hers even more, and then he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and the only thing she could do was wrap her arms more tightly around his waist, and curl her leg around his, and let her body sink into the warmth he made for her beneath those threadbare sheets.

Thoughts kept coming back about what happened the night before and how it made her feel. How it shattered her to her core — not necessarily to have a man there with her, naked, with her exposed and vulnerable beneath a bulk of sweaty skin and bulging muscles, but to be with someone who looked at her and really saw her, and liked every little part, even those she’d never considered showing. And then he kissed her, and loved her, and held her, and loved her still in the morning after the flush of passion had long passed.

Benny, meanwhile, kept thinking of what she said. He’d fully expected her to get up and leave as quickly and discretely as possible like he was some mangy mutt she might catch fleas from. He didn’t like it, but he’d expected it, and already had prepared a little corner of his heart to bury that night in. And then she went and turned everything upside down and now he had to hold himself back from going a mile too far and asking her to stay with him forever. She was timid, sure, just like he could be sometimes, but he too easily mistook that for disdain and it didn’t help that she kept hiding her face away from him when he most wanted to see it, to read in her eyes what it was she really thought.

He gently grabbed her chin and eased her face upwards. Her forehead was still a little damp with sweat, her lashes matted, and her cheeks were framed by the wild mane of her hair, but those were the same eyes that had looked at him last night with wonder and with love. He bent to press his lips against hers in a little kiss.

“Want me to fetch you breakfast?” he asked, partly to distract himself from the speed his thoughts were driving at. “I’ll go downstairs and get something…”

“Won’t you eat breakfast too?”

“Ah, I’m… not hungry,” he said, his elbows already braced against the bed as he heaved himself up. “Not really used to it.”

“You mean you don’t — Of course you don’t have breakfast,” she sighed, shaking her head like a disapproving mother. “Well, you’re having it today.”

He rolled his eyes but would’ve lied if he said it didn’t make something warm and soft flutter in his stomach.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he pressed another kiss to her temple, and then he hopped off the bed with more energy than he usually had at that hour.

She curled up and held the pillow to her chest, partly to cover herself, partly to have his warmth and scent about her a little longer, and looked over her shoulder as he bent for his briefs and socks and the rest of his clothes. Her face heated up again as she traced the length and breadth of his back, the muscles bulging in his thighs, and the soft golden hairs sprinkled across that smooth young skin. When her gaze caught the blushing bulge of his sac hanging soft and silky beneath his sculpted ass she buried her face into the sweet-smelling pillow with a moan.

“Damn, it’s eight thirty-five, can you believe it?” he said as he put his watch back on.

“It’s… what!? Oh no! I have work at nine! I…” She’d never make it home and to the office in time.

Benny had just finished looping his belt around, but that sad and worried look was back in his eyes. “Want me to take you back?” he quietly asked.

She held the blanket around her as she sat up in the bed, one hand trying distractedly to untangle her ruffled hair. She looked at him, standing there all still and quiet, waiting for her, then around them at the room as if she could find an answer among the crooked furniture, the sunken cushions of the armchair, the tilted framed photos on the wall, the bathroom door that wouldn’t close, all of it bathed in an uneven light with the carefree song of birds and lazy traffic seeping from outside. It was, in every way, a beautiful morning.

“No,” she said at last, her voice sounding calmer than it should have.

She looked up at Benny, his fingers slowly fiddling with his white tank top, looking in many ways like a little boy waiting to be kicked out of his parents’ bedroom. She couldn’t place what she felt at the sight of him, this mix of strength and frailty. She wanted to protect him and get lost in his strong arms again, and the more she thought about both options the more distant the prospect of going back to work became.

“No, let’s have breakfast,” she said with a faint smile.

He eyed her warily as if he didn’t expect this change of priorities to last, but he put on the tank top and got his wallet before she could change her mind.

She didn’t even want to think of how it must’ve looked downstairs when he got there half-dressed to fetch breakfast for two, but as she buried her face in the pillow again the shame bloomed into something sweet at the pit of her tummy. She eventually managed to roll out of bed and dress herself in yesterday’s slip, by now wrinkled and stained, but the brief reflections she caught of herself in the dark glass of the windows made her feel more sexy than ever.

“I’m back, darlin’,” he said as he walked through the door backwards, an old silver plate in his arms. “A full gourmet breakfast.”

“Anything is fine,” she chuckled as she took it from his arms to lay it on the bed. “I’m not fussy.”

“Yeah, well, you deserve to be.”

Once her arms were free, she got up on her tiptoes and wrapped him in a loose embrace. Out of some primordial instinct, he had his arms around her waist that very second and leaned down for a kiss. His lips were sweet and salty with an aftertaste of yesterday’s cigarettes and she couldn’t think of anything that tasted better. His arm around her waist tightened, pulling her up a little, while the other went up to cup her head, fingers tangling in the hair she’d barely managed to tame.

“You sure you want to stay?” he warmly asked, and this time he seemed less scared of what her answer would be.

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“What about your work?”

“If they fire me for missing one day, well…”

“Yeah, screw ‘em.”

“Exactly.”

“So what do you wanna do today, then?”

She looked up into his eyes, and her first instinct was to wonder what he thought. What did he want to do? What did he usually do? And what answer did he expect when he —

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” he added, cutting her thoughts short. “I asked you ‘cause I wanna know.”

A big smile threatened to bloom on her face, just from the notion that he cared for something as small as her whims. After all, she never cared a great deal about what she felt like doing from one moment to the next. Those impulses came and went, and she usually had better things to do than what she felt like doing. But he struck her as the sort of person who placed great value on his impulses — and, seemingly now, on hers as well. She bit her lip to temper the warm and pleasant feeling.

“Well… I want to eat this breakfast with you,” she started.

“Mhm…”

“And then I want to take a nice, hot shower…”

“So then, you can’t do that here,” he chuckled. “Maybe back in your room.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t do it in my room either.”

“What was it you said? Not fussy, are you?”

“And I thought you said that I deserve to be,” she smiled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“That’s right,” Benny purred, leaning down to kiss her again.

The coffee cooled on the bed beside them, butter melted on the toast, and the scant jam he’d dug up in one of Tex’s drawers was starting to slide right off. They kissed as if nothing was around them, and neither the scent of breakfast nor the singing birds outside could pull them from the comfort of being in each other’s arms.

“Come home with me,” she whispered against his lips. “You don’t have to stay for long if you don’t want…”

“You sure,” he asked, rubbing a thumb against her cheekbone. “I don’t wanna be a pest.”

“You’re not a pest. You rescued me.”

“That’s just cause you were pretty,” he grinned.

“I don’t think so,” she said with an easy smile. “You didn’t see what I looked like when you started slowing down. I think you’d have stopped for just about anybody.”

“Maybe,” he smiled, swaying her gently in his arms. “But I’m glad that it was you.”

She threaded her fingers gently through his hair, the soft strand sliding through like honey, like sunlight, like golden threads in the most delicate tapestry.

“Come home with me,” she asked again. “Don’t say no. Unless… unless you don’t really want to.”

“Oh, I want to,” he sighed, tightening his arms around her with a possessiveness that frightened her in the best possible way. “Just… tell me when you want me to leave.”

“I’ll tell you right now,” she grinned. “Never.”

[sebsbarnes]

a ghost || tangerine

tangerine x reader

summary: "are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out.

or ex lovers see each other for the first time

warnings: none! (i wrote this in 10 mins sorry if its bad)

word count: 700+ ; angst

tangerine masterlist

you should have known that eventually you would run into tangerine. you both resided in the same town since it happened, but it's been a year since you were this physically close to him. there had been times while driving you could've sworn you saw him in the distance but to appease yourself you chalked it up to your imagination. but right now, this was reality, and there was no denying it.

"tangerine," you exhaled heavily as the man walked towards you.

"hey darl- hey," he stopped himself from using the term of endearment.

anyone nearby in the park would've never guessed that you two were once deeply in love based on the blaringly obvious awkward tension clouding the air around you.

"how have you been?" you asked rubbing your arm to self soothe.

he scratched the side of his head letting out an awkward chuckle, "erm, yeah i've been alright. lemon's good, yeah, he's doing well."

"oh, that's good, good," you could feel your skin crawling as you stood there in silence, occasionally glancing away from each other.

tangerine pointed a thumb to a picnic table, "would you like to sit?"

you hummed, nodding your head and following him. while your seated across from him, you noticed tangerine's face was slightly thinner, his facial hair slightly grown out with a beard. he must've been on a job recently based on the marks scattered across his bare arms. but nonetheless he looked good, he always did.

"are you happy?" the question felt like a burning knife slowly carving your heart out. the air in your lungs vanished quickly and it felt as though your lungs were collapsing to dust. your stomach suddenly felt extremely sick and if it weren't for the lack of feeling in every nerve ending in your body you may have tried to stand up and release whatever might have been creeping up your throat from your stomach.

you have been asking yourself the same question for the last year. everyone else has been asking you the same question for the last year. but this was the first time hearing the words leave his lips and it stung, it burned. it felt like the time you and tangerine stayed at the beach too long and your shoulder's burned in pain for two weeks. it felt like the time you seared your hand on the hot plate while cooking for tangerine's birthday. you so badly wanted to escape this situation but there was nowhere to run and truth be told the only person you would want to run to is across from you.

"happy is a subjective word," you finally put syllables together to speak, despite it feeling like your vocal cords were shredding.

"love," he broke, "please i need to know."

"tan, you were the best thing to ever happen to me," you spoke truthfully, "the only times i was truly at my happiest was when we were together. i've- i've been managing since."

his eyes were glazed over and he was chewing on his lip, something he did when he was anxious.

"i'm so sorry for not putting you first in those last months," he confessed. the last three months of your relationship was rocky. tangerine had gained notoriety after the bolivia job and was being whisked away almost every day on a new job. he got cocky, more than he already is, and only cared about the high-profile jobs he was getting and the money that came with. slowly, you became a second thought to him.

"i know you're sorry," and you did, you knew he regretted his actions. but he couldn't turn back time.

"i think about you every day," he whispered, quickly ghosting his fingers over your hand.

before you could answer, before you could confess everything you needed and wanted to, you felt a hand on your shoulder. your eyes sealed shut, lips quivering harshly, a single tear rolling down your cheek. the voice of your new partner was behind you. that's why you were at the park today, to meet them for a date.

you knew that when you open your eyes tangerine would be gone. a ghost of your past that was no more.

[blackdollette]

k so hear me out my dear favorite author...

part two to the bimbo reader x euro thing. but rough anal 🤩 (i thought of this while listening to hardcore anal banging by ayesha erotica...)

anyways yall r jus doin it and then euro is like "erm wait a min..." and pulls outta readers cunt and like SHOVES it in her ass 😭 shes crying out in pain for a bit (but she lowkey a masochist so i dont think she cares) and then those little "slow down!!"s turn into "oh my god, yes, euro!!!" 🤭

this idea has me seeing stars... ur requests are like a goldmine of ideas. this is my first time writing anal so please bear with me 😭

"you fucked me so good..." | euronymous

norman fucking rockwell. - lana del rey

female!reader x euronymous

contents: anal, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

this one's kinda short

euronymous had been pounding into you for hours, your sore little pussy becoming a complete mess as you sobbed into the pillow. there was a white ring at his base from you cumming so many times, and you were about to cum once more until he pulled out, making you whine.

"one sec, angel..." he looked at his cock, dripping with your cum. he grabbed your hips once more, but instead of doing what you expected, you felt a shiver travel through your spine as he shoved his dick in your ass instead.

your eyes immediately welled with tears at the agonizing feeling of your tight hole being filled like this. but instead of giving you time to adjust, he got straight to it, pounding into your tight little asshole as you whimpered in pain.

"aww, does that hurt..? im sorry, angel..." he said, his voice dripping with fake pity. he started moving in and out of you at an inhuman pace, making your vision blur and your brain turn into mush. "so fucking tight..."

you gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles went white. "e-euro... please! t-too fast..." you managed to say between sobs. at hearing your pleas, he went even faster, watching your ass recoil every time he hit it. "but you're making me feel so good... that's what you want, right..?" you couldn't help but nod.

the pain quickly turned into pleasure as he moved his hand to your pussy, rubbing circles onto your clit. he hit a spot in your ass that made you scream out. "r-right there..! feels so good..." he smiled as you saw you starting to enjoy yourself.

his balls started slapping your pussy every time he went back in, sending you over the edge. you felt a knot tying in your stomach, but it was much stronger than ever before. the pleasure became too much to bear. your body felt like it was getting weaker with every thrust.

he pressed his thumb into your clit as a few drops of cum escaped your cunt. "g-gonna cum, euro..!" you waited for his permission, your body beginning to tremble. "yeah... cum for me." he rubbed your pussy, making the knot in your stomach snap.

you started squirting all over his fingers, moaning at the feeling of this new sensation. he fucked you through your intense orgasm before reaching his as well. "gonna fill your ass up, angel..." was all he said before releasing his load in your ass, making your back arch with pleasure.

he emptied himself out into you before pulling out, watching as his cum dripping out of your hole. he waited until you came down from your high before he laid down beside you, staring right into your soul. "so, was that ok? not too intense?" you smiled and shook your head.

"that was pretty hardcore, though." you said. "I thought you'd fuck me to death." he chuckled softly, pulling your body onto his and bringing you into a heated kiss.

author's note: thank you for the request!! as I said before, this was my first time writing anal, so I hope this was realistic considering my lack of experience. I'm gonna try to post 1 or 2 more today. thank you!

[captainportgasdace]

Hi!!

What is your opinion about the rumors of Xolo Mariduena being Ace? Do you think he would be a good fit? Do you like the idea? If not, is there someone else you would have in mind? I know Lucas Amorim is another popular actor people want as Ace. Honestly, I saw Lucas Amorims audition videos...and I feel so bad to say that I DO NOT see him as our Firefist....at all. I feel bad beucase it looks like he put in a ton of work, but he isnt Ace. With Xolo, when I first saw the fancasting awhile back I though *mmm...okay, I dont love it but its not the worst....* then he started growing on me. Then I got to the point where I heard ANOTHER rumor and at that point changed to *Okay you know what? If it is Xolo, I wouldnt be mad* which then became *WAIT, I would actually be really happy if it is him!* after seeing Inaki Godo visit the Cobra Kai set. I like how he approahced it earlier whn asked if he WOULD want to be part of One Piece. He said *I would love to, but at the same time, it has to be right. I have to audition, just like anybody else.* I think Xolo would be really good as Ace, but I want to know your opinion!!!!!! Also, I am so sorry, I have been kind of spamming your blog in the past day (first my song comments now this).

OMG First of all you aren’t spamming, it makes me very happy to see you popping on my blog 🥹❤️ NEVER EVER BE SHY OKAY?

For your question, I am actually VERY GLAD you asked me. First thing, I’m a huge fan of Cobra Kai and Miguel is my favorite character AND because of Miguel I became a big fan of Xolo Maridueña. When I first saw the rumours I was like OH. I love Xolo but I can’t imagine him as Ace? So I rewatched the seasons of Cobra Kai to focus only on Xolo’s performance and…you know what? I KIND OF STARTED TO IMAGINE IT AND LIKED IT? I was just smiling the whole time AHAHAHA massive fangirl yeah erm well, anyway!

And then, I saw Lucas and…something felt off about him to me? I don’t want to be mean like dude is trying but I just can’t imagine our baby Ace like that? 😭 ALSO, one thing I didn’t liked is during the actors strike, I heard that he was still pushing to get Ace’s role instead of supporting the actors and I was like umm…ACE WOULD NEVER 😤 And the more I was watching his posts I’m like dude stop…and then I went back to Xolo and I was smiling like an idiot imagining him as Ace AHAHAHA Like…I’m already a Xolo Maridueña fangirl and I already support his career (and stalk his instagram, yeah!) and all so…YEAH I think I would love Xolo as Ace! 🥹❤️

He can fight, he’s cute, he’s a great actor, I love his face (AHAHAHA) so yeah, he got my vote and support! AND I MEAN, my expectations for OPLA Ace are HELLA HIGH, I was always saying to my boyfriend: NOT A SINGLE HUMAN ON EARTH CAN BE HIM HE’S TOO PERFECT so if I would accept Xolo, please be honoured, Xolo 😂

And seeing the videos of him with Iñaki just made my heart melt down 😭❤️

[orbital-inclination]

Can I know more about Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, and Blue relationship like how they became part of the gang and any personality changes?

answering this will either take two posts or a read more bc i do NOT do things by halves.

*Edit; I’ve chosen the read more option. Y’all get the backstories in a later post.

I “recently” went over a bit about Killer here. So for now, I'll go over Dust, Horror, Cross and Blue.

Horror: gentle giant. He just wants to feel included. Due to his head injury, he struggles with frequent memory loss and speaking verbally. He uses a notebook to keep himself on track, but his most successful plans are usually thought of and executed on the fly. He's really reliable in a pinch. Has good instincts. Out of the group, he's the most likely to be underestimated by outsiders. His love language is cooking for others but he's not picky about what he eats himself. Hates loud high-pitched noises. (screaming specifically.)

Dust: quiet brooding guy. Outwardly he seems to be the most laidback and apathetic of the group. In reality, he’s restless and moody. The most likely of the group to wander off spontaneously with no purpose in mind. Doesn’t talk much but he knows his way around chemistry. A competent engineer. Makes his own fireworks. Hard to say whether he's introverted or not but if he wants to be left alone you won't' find him, and if he wants company he will tail you like a shadow. more talkative in a group setting, strangely enough.

Blue: enthusiastic, boisterous, and incredibly earnest. He wears his whole heart on his sleeve. He doesn't believe in committing theft, crime in general, or even trespassing. He's actually a little scared of trespassing. secretly, he thinks criminals are brave (but stupid) for trespassing. Can’t lie to save his life. Not that the skill matters much when he lives with two empaths. Cross: introverted, defensive, reluctant to let down his guard, and enough of a workaholic to challenge Rem for his title. Cross needs a structured routine to function. He takes his duties very seriously and generally goes about things as if he has something to prove. (He doesn’t but he hasn’t realized that yet.) -On the Group Dynamic- Dust and Killer get along well. Most of the time. They have a lot of things in common. How they met the Apple twins. The tragic circumstances of their respective AUs. The fact Blue reminds them of Papyrus… do not bring up Papyrus or the Human, on this note. They’ve gotten into bitter violent confrontations over what happened with their brother. Don’t push it. Horror is good friends with Blue, actually. Blue is conscientious of Horror’s intolerance for loud noises and makes an effort to use his indoor voice in his company. Horror tolerates Blue’s erm… creative meal ideas in turn. And they mutually bond over their shared interest in food prep, wordplay, TV Drama, and baking competitions. (Molt, Horror and Blue set aside a date/time to watch the latest episodes when they air. (Cross sometimes joins them as long as they don’t make a big deal over it.) Molt can’t see the screen ofc, but he’s able to experience the show through how Horror and Blue react to it, the occasional narration from both of them, and ofc, the verbal drama of it all.)

Blue’s relationship with the rest of the group is complicated. He knows he’s the odd one out because he is ideologically opposed to Rem’s methods. At the same time, he begrudgingly accepts that sometimes for the greater good, you have to make sacrifices. (He doesn’t like it and is always looking for a better option anyway.) He sticks around out of loyalty to his friend and because he firmly believes the group needs a firm but kind hand. He knows they’ve all been hurt in some way. And if no one else will look out for this group of renegade thieves and scoundrels, he will!

Cross tries his hardest to get along with exactly no one because he wants to keep everyone at arm’s length but ironically this has the opposite effect. Killer treats him like a surrogate little brother. Dust simply doesn’t give a shit as long as Cross is a team player. Horror fusses over him. He has an open invitation to join Blue's workout routine whenever. Rem trusts him. And worst of all, he wants to spill his guts out to Molt whenever something even remotely happens, and that can only mean he feels safe here. And that is terrifying to Cross. He has a home now and that is the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.

[vindikaetion]

Thank yew @butterfly-siege for the tagggg this is a good excuse for me to come clean 😔 I have in fact not rlly been cooking up anything hijack lately, and that is because I have been haunted with thots of my OC, Klaufi....... Who is a httyd OC dhdbejsbsjsbwnwn

I'll be revealing more about her later once my friends start posting about their own OC's (wink wink nudge nudge) but below I've posted a blurb I wrote that takes place not long after Klaufi first washes up on Berk <33

"I don't trust her." 

Hiccup sighs. He's spent the past week bedridden, and his patience for Astrid's paranoia is at an all time low. Not to mention is head is pounding, and the Meade hall isn't exactly quiet.  "Has she done anything to warrent your suspicion?" Hiccup asks, rubbing his temple. 

Astrid's face falls. But then she steels it and squints her eyes at him. "Remember Heather?" she hisses, leaning over the table to whisper at him. "Some girl washes up on the shore with some sob story? What are the chances that happens two years in a row?"  Hiccup purses his lips. "Good point," he says. "But I still disagree. When Heather showed up, we weren't exactly in peaceful times. In hindsight we should have been suspicious of her."  Astrid gives him a flat look. "I was."  "Yes, yes, and you haven't let me forget it." Hiccup rolls his eyes. "But tell me; if she did have ulterior motives, what are they?"  That seems to catch Astrid off guard. For a few seconds her gaze drifts down to the wooden table, seemingly trying to think of an answer to his question.  It pains him to say, but Hiccup was suspicious of Klaufi at first. After everything that happened with Alvin and Dagur, he learned to stop being so trusting of strangers. For the most part, at least. But Klaufi's tale of misfortune seemed too fabricated to be true. 

Then he met her, and saw the genuine kindness in her eyes. From then on Hiccup decided not to treat her like an outcast. Which became a bit hard when their first meeting left her embarrassed and she started to avoid him entirely.

Eventually, Astrid sighs. "I don't know," she says, but there's still a pinch in her eyebrows. "But I think we should still be cautious. We have the book of dragons, and we've put a big target on ourselves. Maybe she's an assassin." 

Hiccup gives Astrid a dry look, and then turns his head to where their new guest is walking through the throes of tables. Every day since she's washed up on Berk, she's come to the Meade hall to grab food and flee back to Gothi's.  Her shoulders are bunched up to her ears, and her gaze stays glued to the floor as she tries to get out of the hall as fast as possible.  In her haste, it seems she didn't account for her... dexterity. Something catches her foot, a high-pitched yelp echoes in the air over the chatter, and she falls to the floor. Her food and drink spill all over herself.  Astrid stares blankly as the citezens of Berk erupt into laughter, the subject of their torment springing to her feet and escaping the hall with a blush so potent Hiccup wonders if red paint spilled as well.  "Does that look like an assassin to you?" Hiccup says dryly. "... There's no way she's that clumsy," Astrid mutters under her breath.  Hiccup laughs. "Her name is Klaufi."  "What are the chances her parents knew she'd grow up to be that... Well, y'know."  "I dunno. Maybe the gods blessed them with the gift of foresight."

Yeah I'm a dirty OC/MC shipper what about it

Oh erm yes tags. @that1notetaker @droptoposmosis @yanleafy hi pookies. Feel free to just post a line or two from your most recent WIP. I'm just a yapper and incapable of only posting that many

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

If I Could Turn Back Time

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

A/N: Alright guys it's the chapter you've been waiting for!

Warnings: SMUT, light choking kink, semi public teasing/light smut (in an empty hallway), oral and fingering (r receiving)

Chapter 12 (!!!)

“Alright, class. As you know, the Raven will be held this weekend. We’re still looking for more volunteers to decorate and clean up, so if you’d like to help out, let me know.”

Excited chatters filled the room, but my mind was only on one thing: Larissa. It had been a week since our fight. I felt hurt, I felt regret for snapping at her, I felt horrible for keeping my status as an outcast to myself. If anyone had a right to know, it was her. But I wasn’t in the wrong here.

I watched as the students filed out of the classroom. When the final one left, I shut the door and returned to my desk, tears falling almost immediately. I had barely known this woman for two months and it was already unbearable being without her–for a week, no less. I was a disaster.

In the week that Larissa and I refused to speak to each other, someone else entered into the picture. I sat in the teachers’ lounge at lunch, working on a lesson plan for the following week, when the botany teacher–who I hardly knew–came up to me.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked. Her hair was the same fiery color as her irises. She smiled at me, almost too kind to be benign. 

I stared blankly at her before responding. “Erm–yeah!” Her face dropped and I realized what I said. “I mean, no! No! No, the seat isn’t taken.”

“That’s a relief,” she sighed, taking a seat in front of me. “It’s always awkward when I try to sit with the other Outcast teachers. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to ask to sit with you for a while now. I thought, since you're the only other Normie, we could stick together. I’m Marilyn.”

We talked for an hour–mostly about my lesson plans which she seemed overly interested in. I noted the way she laughed, her hand coming to touch my forearm. I told myself she was just being friendly, but there was something more to the looks she gave me.

It was the same for the rest of the week. We became closer, going out to the Weathervane for lunch on Thursday. Larissa ended up walking in as Marilyn and I laughed over something funny I had said. She eyed me and I eyed her, my stomach sinking as I watched her walk past.

In front of me, Marilyn chuckled. “Brr, that was cold. I’ve been told not to get on Principal Weems’ bad side.”

“Nothing but a disagreement,” I said, smiling back.

Friday night, I stood on the outskirts of the room, the bright lights and loud music overwhelming my senses. Beside me, a petite figure appeared and I could see her smiling. 

“Enjoying the night so far?” Marilyn asked.

I thought for a moment. “Erm…it’s a bit overwhelming,” I responded. “But, it’s bearable.”

“I know how you feel,” she chuckled. “I never went to school dances during high school.”

“I didn’t either…usually I was suspended, so I couldn’t attend them.”

Marilyn burst out laughing, almost too much–it wasn’t that funny. But her hand touched my forearm as she smiled at me. “Ugh, you are so funny.”

I laughed awkwardly, having no clue what to say. “Well, I try.”

“You know,” she drawled. There was an undertone of seduction in her voice. This had been going on the entire week: in the teachers’ lounge, in the hallway. It was as if she was glued to me. “You and Principal Weems seem to be close.” There it was. “There isn’t…anything going on, is there? I’m just curious.”

“Well, erm…no,” I said, struggling to even think of the words. 

Marilyn smiled. “Alright then.” There was a brief pause between us. “Would you maybe wanna go to the Weath–”

“Miss Thornhill!” There was a falsity in the cheery voice behind us.

Marilyn’s demeanor quickly changed, almost irritated at being interrupted by Larissa. “Principal Weems!” she smiled. “Are you enjoying your night, so far?”

“Quite,” Larissa smiled back.

I could see right through that friendly manner of hers. “Principal Weems, what can we do for you?” I asked.

“Actually, I wanted to let you know, Marilyn,” Larissa began, “that there’s a few students out back when they shouldn’t be. Would you mind checking on them for me?”

A visible face of annoyance could be seen, but she swallowed the words she wanted to spit and nodded. “Of course. I was just going to check on something anyway”

Now, Larissa and I were left alone. Silence stood between us as we observed the scene in front of us. She finally spoke up and the anger–or was it jealousy?--was palpable. “So, you and Miss Thornhill are becoming close. One week apart and someone’s already fawning over you.”

“Are you jealous, Principal Weems?” I teased. “Because it certainly sounds like it.” I decided to push her further. “What do you plan on doing about it? There’s no rule in the staff handbook about workplace relationships.”

Something in Larissa seemed to snap. She grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of the hall. When we reached the secluded corridor that her office was in, she pinned me against the wall, kissing my lips fiercely. My body tensed before relaxing in her embrace, relishing in the feeling of her hands roaming further…up my legs…under my skirt…

I gasp as she breaks from my lips and moves to my neck. Brushes of teeth and tongue can be felt as she sucks at my pulse and I grip her hair tightly. “Larissa…”

Her lips brush against my ear as she mutters, “Shhh…we wouldn’t want someone overhearing us now, would we?”

“No–no we wouldn’t,” I whisper as she continues to move from one side of my neck to the other. “Larissa, we should–probably–we should–fuck–” I’m cut off with a low groan as her fingers move my underwear to the side, running up and down my slit.

“I think we should too, darling,” she said. 

My breathing sped up as I tried to gather my thoughts. “No, I mean–we–” My head fell back against the wall with a breathy moan.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed, her fingers moving in and out tantalizingly slow. “You’re so wet for me.”

I took a deep breath and decided to dig myself a deeper grave. “And how do you know it’s for you, Principal Weems?”

In a flash, her hand had removed itself from my underwear and gripped my face. “Look at me,” she said, her voice deep in lust. Larissa squeezed my cheeks, forcing my face up. I looked into her eyes–they had turned at least a shade darker. “Who else would this be for, hm? Are you such a desperate slut that you’ll take a fucking from anyone who asks?” Before I could respond, she continued. “Who do you belong to?” 

“You,” I breathed.

“That’s right,” Larissa said softly. Her grip turned light as she looked over me. “You’re mine. Not Marilyn’s. Mine.”

Her hand traveled back down, fingers torturing and teasing me. My mind was clouded by the pleasure she gave me, but it wasn't enough. “Larissa, please…fuck me, please.”

I could feel her smirk against my neck as I whimpered and whined beneath her. To my misery, she removed her hand. “You just can’t stay quiet can you?” Her hand came down to grab my wrist, yanking me behind her and pushing me into her office. Larissa pressed me against the closed door and leaned in close. “I think this is much more…private.”

Without a word, I pulled her to my lips. Heavy breaths tangled together and our hands grasped at each other, my fingers traveling to the back of her dress to unzip it. She held me close in her arms before her hands slipped under my thighs and hoisted me up. Larissa carried me to a separate  room off the side of her office. I felt myself fall onto the bed, the absence of Larissa’s body heat sending a chill through my spine as I watched her undress in front of me.

Larissa removed her gloves finger-by-finger, grinning as I frantically took my dress off. 

“Oh, wait!” she blurted. “Hold on!”

She hurried over to the vanity on the other side of the room. Taking out a makeup wipe, she removed the bright lipstick that was already smudged and the rest of her makeup.

Larissa came back over and smiled. “Alright, there. That’s better.” She climbed on top of me, hands on either side of my head as her lips hovered over mine. As I parted my lips slightly, anticipating a sweet kiss, she grinned and pulled back, chuckling. “Oh, darling, you are so adorable.”

She finally gave me what I wanted, and as she did, I reached around to her hair. After pulling out the pins, I pulled away. I smiled up at her, admiring the way her hair fell around us and cascaded around her shoulders. I ran my fingers through it and she peered down at me, confused. “What?”

“Nothing,” I said before pecking her on the lips. “You are just so beautiful.”

The very compliment alone seemed to fluster her more than the fact that we laid in her bed fully naked together. A bright crimson spread through her cheeks and I giggled as I pulled her lips back to mine. I felt her knee slot itself between my legs before her hand wandered down to my thigh, gripping it harshly and going back up to my hip.

She took obvious delight in the way I shivered as her thumb simply brushed the spot where it poked out, grinning against my lips before moving her way down to my neck and chest, nipping and sucking at the skin as she went. My back arched when she got to my thighs, my core aching with need, but she continued to tease.

“Larissa, please…” My words came out muttered, but there was still desperation in the tone. 

She chuckled lowly. “Just working you up, darling.”

“Well it’s working,” I groaned. “Please, ju–oh fuck…” Cut off by my own moans, my head fell back onto the pillow–this woman’s tongue was practically magic. Every lick, every pattern drawn brought me closer to the ecstasy that I so desperately craved from her. I could feel her grin against me, knowing exactly what she was doing to me. My hand wandered from the pillow beneath my head to my breasts before going to my throat and squeezing lightly.

I could hear her chuckle above my bored breathing. “Oh, what a naughty girl you are.”

Looking down, I watched as Larissa reached up to remove my hand, replacing it with her own. My mind grew fuzzy and as Larissa squeezed my throat, all I could think about was the pleasure building and building. “Oh, god, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

To make matters worse–or better–her fingers came up to my entrance, sliding in easily and curling immediately. My back arched and I completely fell apart. Her hand around my throat came down to my leg, keeping me open as continued torture me in the best way possible. She was relentless that night, pushing me over the edge over and over again until I was begging for her to stop.

 With my hands in her hair, I pushed Larissa away and caught my breath. She smiled at me and crawled up, kissing me sweetly. I wiped the remnants of pleasure off her chin, humming in delight as I tasted her on my tongue. The weight of her on top of me was comforting and she settled beside me, pulling me into her arms.

“You look exhausted,” she giggled.

“With your talent?” I mused. “It’s impossible not to be.” There was silence between us before I spoke up in the darkness. “I’m sorry…for not telling you about me being an Outcast.”

“Don’t,” she said softly. I looked up at her as she ran her fingers through my hair. “You’re not obligated to tell me anything. Besides,” she continued, “I should be the one apologizing. You’re right–and Miss Addams in this case.” She seemed to hesitate at confirming Wednesday was right. “We shouldn’t ignore the actions committed against Outcasts or they’ll just happen again. I’m sorry.”

I smiled up at her. “What matters is that you’re able to acknowledge it. That’s the first step toward progress.”

She held me tighter and kissed my forehead, the sound of her breathing and the feeling of our bodies entwined enough to send me into the bliss of sleep.

[brightlightsdeancity]

Masterpost ab my vbros oc. I update/edit this a lot

General info:

Name: Adrian Weddell

Pronouns: Any

Gender: Bigender, GNC

Age: Early 30s

Height: ~5'10-11

Autistic (among other things)

Villain info:

Alias: Seal the Deal

Guild rank: like. A 2 or 3?? I'm not good at judging what he'd be but it's not high either way LMFAO

Powers: Being able to hold his breath underwater for much longer periods of time than a typical human. He can also withstand much colder temperatures

Equipment: He's much more focused on physical fighting and brute force than any technological things (at least in terms of him being a villain) and he's pretty strong/muscular. The only things he really carries around are two ice picks and he has a cargo belt thing that he carries little hail things around him to throw at whoever he's arching lol

Background:

He was in college doing a marine biology lab when a freak accident happened and he mutated to have some features alike to a seal, similar to Wide Wale. Speaking of Wide Wale they DO NOT like each other lol. Idk why yet but they DONT! Anyways, the features are basically what his powers are (holding his breath longer + cold tolerance) but he also has some patches of skin that are discolored and have a texture like seal skin. He also has a small tail but that's really not noticeable (note: It's an actual TAIL and NOT a seal's hind flippers!)

After he graduated from college, he had a lot of trouble finding a job and he came across the Monarch one day and decided to hench for him. He was fine doing that for a while but he wanted to take advantage of his powers on his own so he went off and became an antagonist with the Guild.

Canon interactions/relationships:

The Monarch: Despite him being an ex-henchman they have a pretty friendly/amicable relationship!! They're not the best of friends lol but they can talk and they enjoy each other's company. They're kinda similar in certain aspects but neither of them really want to unpack that right now

Dr Girlfriend: I have plans I cannot share with the public because the haters will sabotage me (oc x canon.they don't have any lore yet but. Trust me)

Henchman 21: Super close friends... not like. 21 and 24 close but still very close. They don't have that many specific interests in common but they bond over both being nerdy and they have fun talking to each other... they converse in similar ways and their personalities bounce off each other well so they just like hanging out and discussing Whatever. Idk

Wide Wale: Like with Dr Girlfriend they don't have lore yet but I have an idea in mind lol. Idk I think they're just competitive bc they're so similar... both NYC based villains who are mutated to be similar to an aquatic animal... obviously Wide Wale is a much higher level villain than Adrian is so there isn't really an escalation of conflict between them bc I don't think Wide Wale would stoop that low. Unless in the case that Adrian actually starts taking his job more seriously but. Shrugs

I haven't really thought about anything else I fear I'll probably add onto this when I do/I have the time though!!

Personality/small details:

I'm really bad at describing personalities because I'm autistic so bear with me if this is inconsistent LMFAO

Anyways erm... He's pretty set in his ways/headstrong. This is why he's been stuck as a low level antagonist for so long. Cuz he pretty much refuses to change anything about what he's doing even if it's not the best for his career as a villain

He's not very social at all. This is the main reason he doesn't have henchmen or anything, he just doesn't want to talk to most people. His headquarters is also his apartment which is part of it too but it's mostly him being less social.

He's actually a pretty nice guy when he's not arching!! Despite him not liking social interaction he's pretty friendly and isn't like. outright mean to most people idk. He's not really into making mean jokes either

He still has a passion for marine science!! Despite everything it's still one of his favorite things. On a similar note, outside of being a villain, I think he'd have a job as a guide at the new york aquarium or zoo idk. Outside of stuff in that vein he's interested in vexillology and philately

His costume is kinda rivethead style* outside of the obvious seal influences and he dresses in that style outside of work too, but in a much more like. casual manner and definitely not as "villainous" or similar to how he looks in costume lol

*he's also a rivethead For Real which is why his manner of dress is influenced by it. To be clear

[shummashum]

Klaus Goldstein Happy Ending [13~18]

she came back so they beat the main villain in the dream ...what?

uh… wait is this real?

uh…… erm……

anyway they were finally able to be together clap clap ~

and they kissed! but well I quite enjoyed Zeus' ending, but Klaus' is um well…… what will be the reason? because he's not creaking at all? come to think of it, I haven't seen his blush scg in K2

And, the epilogue!

hihi Al sweet guy why am I getting more attached to other guys in Klaus' route forgive me, you excellency

Anyway, he asked how Klaus was doing, so Liz answered that he completely recovered.

why!! why are you worried about him when he despise you if it was the opposite situation, that mighty emperor wouldn't have worried about you at all

wait what what are you guys talking about oi Solmare shall we have a talk when are you going to throw away this tear stuff let's throw it away please throw away this "saving the one I love with the power of tears" plot will you?? promise me you won't please,,,,,,

no way are you insane why are you willing to put them together you don't remember? you forgot what happened and how the atmosphere ruined in Ch7??

ngl Al is too kind he doesn't have to be worried about those who hate him… well if he's okay with that……

don't ask that don't just casually ask about that sensitive subject what are you doing, you already know they have their personal problems would you please stop it already aaargh

At that time, Al said he might be late for his lecture, and hurried off down the hallway.

okay you can find his backstory in his route~ it's like that, right? okay okay I'll check his story after finishing Hiro's route!

Well she headed to the rooftop balcony to meet Klaus, and…

sorry, what? I have no ability to hear words from the one who became a skewer

and there happened to be another justification for him to appear in the later story the intention is so obvious that it's a bit hilarious though

Anyway, they talked about when he collapsed and fell unconscious.

and she showed him you-know-what photo I hope to tell you how I feel thing

oh I know, it's like something hidden under the bed is revealed well you should've kept your things well

what will you do if that's the case we should use this as a snack at a party haha!

and what the blush on Mr. Stickuphisass what am I seeing am I seeing things

but! cracking? extra point I needed this cracky cracking scene make fun of him this will be our last chance let's fucking make fun of him gogogogo

Anyway, back to the story.

then stop throwing flags so that it won't happen in the future I'm saying this now, but I could already predict your future by seeing you speak that way think twice before you open your mouth from now on I think you are underestimate me ← don't do this shit you guys all should recognize that one day you could be skewers or donuts or whatever

Anyway, she suggested a date.

oh no Klaus' basics in education and learning,,,,,,,

Anyway, that's how Klaus' route came to an end.

what it's not over how

wh..who who the heck is that? I have no idea at all um… maybe he's the mastermind then what about that Taffy-like entity eh

well… anyway, happy ending! clap clap

<Review> It was good! except that stupid climax and stupid magnet charm and stupid perfume shakeout and stupid bunch of death flags and etc But it feels kinda bland, maybe because I watched Zeus' route right before?

I honestly quite wondered how the story would flow; his intimacy with her was already high enough, and we the player already knew his backstory (besides I was quite sure that K-R-S issue wouldn't be covered in K2). So I thought: this K2 should have an emotional conflict, but how? But the writer twisted this situation; a new character named Alfonse appeared, and his relationship with Klaus was used as an emotional conflict… I was kinda surprised by this. In a way, Klaus' route was used to reveal Al's backstory, but that wasn't unpleasant to me. Rather, it appropriately stimulated my curiosity about what the hell happened between the two.

But the one thing that bothers me is, this conflict was only implied and not resolved in Klaus' route. And I'm sure that this will be covered in Al's route, then conversely, his route will be used as a stage for the conflict between the two. And I doubt if Solmare can do this well. I'm kinda worried that what if I end up like "I'm watching Al's route, but why is Klaus being shown more and his emotional line being emphasized more?" Well… I have no choice but trust the writer But really, I'm kinda scared. The conflict between the two is already serious, and Klaus finds out there's something between Al and Liz? While he has a crush on her? oh no

About the character Klaus… demanding, intimidating, sharp tongue, the manner of a superior… like that. In K1, his characteristics felt relatively emphasized since Liz was a novice provisional student. However, as she grew up after the cataclysm, the sense of hierarchy and vertical distance between the two was greatly resolved. But in my personal opinion, if I only consider characteristics, I'd rather give K1 a higher score. Of course it's obvious that K2 is much better as a romantic partner (compared to K1, I mean), but what can I say... it feels like his characteristics have also been diluted in the process of diluting all the negative elements of K1? Those elements are subtly revealed when dealing with other characters (especially Al), but well. This evaluation might change if I see Al's route later. Perhaps his behavior will be more severe and drastic than K1… I'm not sure though.

<Trivia> I don't have much time to post since the semester started plus translating takes more time than I think Anyway, I might start Hiro's route on Tuesday or Thursday, but I guess the upload term will be irregular. Considering that I have midterm in April, I'll probably not be able to finish Hiro's until May. huh

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt16

Part 15 here

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Wyrm: *finally snapped back to reality after a long rest with Taliesin & Kaidans supervision, now seated in the bee and barb twisting a piece of paper in his hands as he loses himself in his mind*

Kaidan: *gently nudges him* hey, come back to me, you okay?

Wyrm: *looks up at him with a sad, blank expression to his face as he shakes his head*

Kaidan: *nods with a sad understanding in his eyes* aye, im not surprised, you’ve had a rough few days…

Taliesin: *walks over placing breakfast down in front of the dunmer* just eat what you can okay?…

Wyrm: *looks up at him and nods as he tucks in, mainly just poking around at his food and taking a few nibbles here and there* …

Taliesin: *sits down and stares at him with concern but doesn’t push him to speak knowing it’d only serve to make him remain non verbal* We’ll, head off for winterhold once you’ve eaten.

Kaidan: aye, it’ll be a 3 day journey from here, but the faster we get you home the better…

Wyrm: *pokes the yolk of his egg making it pop onto the toast* I should have never of left home… I thought nothing could be worse than Ancano but I was wrong… papa was right. *sniffles* he’ll be so disappointed in me…

Taliesin: I? No he won’t Wyrm, you couldn’t have predicted any of this happening to you, none of this was your faul- Ancano???

Wyrm: *blinks up at him* you know him?…

Taliesin: I? Well? Yes, he’s a well known member of the dominion, he’s the reason I became a justiciar in fact I- what do you mean, worse?

Wyrm: … *rubs his side with his hand nervously, easily picking up Taliesins positive disposition towards Ancano and worried he might leave him if he tells the truth* he… I… he gave me these dwarven gauntlets I wanted in exchange for talking with me. I didn’t want to speak with him at all but he promised I could keep them if I just conversed with him but… he’d come into my room at night and he’d be rough with me, then he’d kiss me, and from there all our talks turned into him putting his hands on me, it felt? Good but… bad, very bad… I don’t know how to explain it but- he scared me a lot an-

*glass shattering as Taliesin grips his cup a little too tightly with anger and a sense of betrayal that someone he’d looked up to could behave in such a disgusting way*

Taliesin: *jumps a little in surprise at himself but remains composed in his anger and tone* …and Hes still at the collage I take it?…

Wyrm: *visibly jumps at the glass shattering and shrinks in stature as he goes non verbal again, fearing he’s upset Taliesin* … *nods sheepishly*

Taliesin: … *looks to Kaidan* …

Kaidan: *nods back at him in a silent understanding, both of them recognising the threat Ancano poses to their already vulnerable companion* You don’t have to worry about him friend… We’ll keep you safe from him. He comes near you and we’ll make him regret it.

Taliesin: For his sake. He’d better be gone by the time we get there…

Wyrm: *blinks and calms down realising Tali isn’t upset with him, just quietly nods and resumes eating his food all the while taking in the space around him as his mind settles*

???: Aye, he’s convinced he murdered some poor dark elf. But when we went to check all we found was scrap metal.

???: scrap metal?

???: mm, like Erm, from those dwarven ruins I think? They looked like the junk you’d find at the pawned prawn.

Wyrm: *ears pricking up hearing the conversation* huh??? *looks over to see a couple guards at a table talking to one another*

Guard 1: maybe he shot one of those dwarven automatons then and it simply wandered away?

Guard 2: I thought that as well, but he said the dunmer had a ‘metal arm’ and a ‘glass eye’. Pfft. Dumb cat really must’ve been high on skooma.

Wyrm: *quietly gets up and walks to them, Taliesin & Kaidan both watching but not interfering, just being present* u-um excuse me?… I-I think I might be the dunmer you’re talking about. *reaches into his satchel and pulls out his broken mechanical arm*

The guards: … *both drop their tankards in unison*

*a few minutes later*

Wyrm: *hugging onto taliesins arm for both emotional and physical support as they enter the jail, following a guard as he leads them to a cell with a strange blue khajiit inside of it*

Guard: oi, Inigo, you have a guest. *opens the cell door and walks off letting the group enter*

Inigo: *looks up, ears immediately tucking back as his eyes rest on the pretty pearl eyed young dunmer* I- y-you!

Wyrm: *sheepishly steps in, Taliesin being sure to keep him tucked behind him just a little* h-hello?

Inigo: come to kill me at last then have you?…

Wyrm: wh-what?? N-no I just w-want to ask you some questions! I- what- *looks up at Taliesin for help already feeling like he’s lost any type of control or understanding in the conversation*

Taliesin: *smiles at him comfortingly before looking at inigo* Let’s start from the beginning, how do you know my companion here and why would he want to kill you?

Inigo: I- you don’t remember me?! I killed you! Or I tried to at least! I shot you!

Wyrm: I’m sorry I-I don’t know or remember you. *holds up his arm* b-but I think you broke my arm instead of actually shooting me?

Inigo: I?… I didn’t hurt you?

Wyrm: I was covered in scratches and some bruises when I woke up in Helgen but nothing life threatening but, my arm was being held together by the string I used for the elbow joint, all the gears were missing…

Taliesin: *ears tucking back, already deciding he doesn’t like inigo* May I ask. Why. You shot him? A confused dunmer covered in frost bite walking barefoot across skyrim?

Inigo: I was on skooma at the time… I was not all there in the moment and once I realised what I had done, I turned myself in, when I came back he was gone.

Wyrm: you must’ve knocked me off balance th- oh- *blushes a little as Taliesin tucks him back behind him further in a protective manner*

Taliesin: *clenching his jaw as he takes in inigo’s posture and tone, trying to decide if he’s being honest with his remorse* and you were just, waiting here, for him to turn up and get revenge on you?

Inigo: Yes! I felt terrible for what I did! I feel terrible for what I did! But nobody would believe me! I had to pay them to keep me in this cell! I had to repent, I need to repent…

Taliesin: … *looks at kaidan* what do you think we should do?… I don’t want him around Wyrm. Not after he tried to kill him.

Kaidan: …I’m no saint myself, I’ve done a lot of things I regret, and I’m a recovered addict as well… I think a man trying to better himself is a man worth sparing. But… I think it should be up to our little dragon.

Taliesin: … *looks down at Wyrm* what do you want to do?…

Wyrm: *peers out from behind Taliesin again* he can come with us?… if he wants to apologise for breaking my arm then he can help me get home and maybe retrace my steps some more…

Taliesin: I- no. I’m putting my foot down absolutely not-

Inigo: *ignoring Taliesin, now focused entirely on Wyrm, ears pricked forward and eyes tearing up* I-I fight with you?? Or die defending you??

Taliesin: …

*a few hours later*

Taliesin: Ground rules. You do not speak to Wyrm without my permission. You do not touch Wyrm without my permission. In fact don’t even look at him without- HEY WHAT DID I JUST SAY?!

Inigo: *ignoring him and helping Wyrm with his pack* thank you for letting me join you friend! I promise to be on my best behaviour!

Wyrm: th-thank you inigo!

Taliesin: *rubbing his face* oh gods why does no one listen to me?!

Kaidan: *pats him on the shoulder* at least you’re important in your own mind~

[spinnysocks]

making my main clangen cats in picrew!!! part 1! :3

there are uhm. erm. like ~75 cats in SpringClan rn soooo i'm gonna do this in parts! first of all, the four currently living founders! under the cut :)

Silkstar (formerly Silkwillow). She/her.

Cis lesbian molly. 120 moons old (as of Moon 87). 9 lives left. Insecure and an excellent teacher. A founder of SpringClan, current (second) leader, and former deputy.

Mate: Thunderpetal (deceased).

Kits: Patchswift, Stormcliff, Sorrelcreek (deceased), Boltstar (disowned), Batjump.

Grandkits: Moleprickle, Bogwhisper, Burnetrustle (deceased), Dapplepaw (deceased), Shinefly (disowned), Gleamkit (deceased), Darkwing (disowned, deceased), Flashkit (deceased), Florakit (deceased), Rumblekit (deceased), Dockpaw.

Notes: My girl! I can't believe how long she's been around. She was deputy since the founding of the Clan and has lived to become the next leader. I gave her a frown because life's been pretty hard on her — she became leader right after losing her lifelong mate, Thunderpetal, who was the epitome of deputy material and everycat loved her. She died during an extinction event, and the former leader had also died at the same time, so there was a lot on this poor gal's shoulders. But overall, she's an amazing leader with no intentions but the best for the cats she looks after and peace between the Clans.

That being said, while writing her profile, I realised 7 out of her 11 grandchildren are deceased. Most of them from extinction events. Gleamkit and Flashkit were only newborns too. It's sad as fuck.

She also has 5 great-grandkits, who are luckily alive and well, which you will see in Patchswift's profile. So that's something happier ^^.

Overall, I love this sweetheart who's doing her best looking after a ~75 cat Clan. I want her to be leader forever. I'm hoping she doesn't lose all her lives at once; I think, if anything, old age will take her.

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Caterpillarfoot (formerly Caterpillarpaw). She/her & ve/vir.

Cis lesbian molly. 97 moons old (as of Moon 87). Charismatic, a den builder and a good storyteller. A founder of SpringClan and current deputy to Silkstar.

Mate: Snapgaze.

Kits: Kestrelstrike (step-son), Sandkit (deceased), Snakeholly, Snailtongue, Kiteblossom.

Grandkits: Thorny (became a kittypet), Spikyhawk, Wrenkit, Cricketkit, Sleekkit.

Notes: I love her. Ve is also a founder and has managed to survive many many extinction events, though she does have a scar and is a member of the Seven Tail Scars group (/silly).

Unfortunately, a lot of the Clan drama trails back to vir, though it's not her fault. I'll explain here: many moons ago, a new molly called Tuftwhisker joined the Clan and caught feelings for Caterpillarfoot, but she was manipulative and tried to convince Caterpillar to leave with her. Tuft's plan didn't work as Caterpillar was oblivious to her advances and very happy in SpringClan; Tuftwhisker died of greencough soon after and went to StarClan. Eventually, when one of Caterpillar's close friends called Plantainstorm died, he travelled to StarClan and revealed Tuftwhisker's inappropriate behaviour towards Caterpillarfoot. Subsequently, the molly was sent to the Black Lake (the Dark Forest). From then on, Tuftwhisker has endlessly terrorised the Clan, including manipulating three cats to commit awful deeds. One of these caused the death of Caterpillarfoot's own child, Sandkit, by the paws of one of vir's own clanmates.

It's really tragic. If Tuftwhisker wasn't sent to the Black Lake, the three traitors may not have been manipulated to do evil. They may still be alive and happy with their families. Numerous clanmates may not have died. But in the end, it isn't Caterpillarfoot's fault. Ve is strong and resilient, stepping into the deputy role with her head held high despite sickness and grief over lost clanmates. She would make a good leader too, though if that is set in the stars, it questions the future of SpringClan due to Tuftwhisker leading the Black Lake and her apparent hatred for Caterpillarfoot being happy...

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Snapgaze (formerly Snappaw). They/them.

Nonbinary bisexual cat. 98 moons old (as of Moon 87). Loving and a keen eye. A founder of SpringClan and a retired elder.

Parents: Rowanstar (deceased), Leafbreeze (step-mother, deceased).

Siblings: Thistlebloom (step-sister, deceased), Roothop, Basilpaw (deceased), Honeypaw (deceased).

Mate: Caterpillarfoot.

Kits: Kestrelstrike (outsider roots), Sandkit (deceased), Snakeholly, Snailtongue, Kiteblossom.

Grandkits: Thorny (became a kittypet), Spikyhawk, Wrenkit, Cricketkit, Sleekkit.

Notes: They're AWESOME. I couldn't do any of their colours justice in the picrew sadly, but I'm not too bothered.

This cat has lost a lot. Their moms were the first leader and the head medicine cat of the Clan, and I think Snapgaze had deputy goals as they were a very ambitious warrior. However, they lost their beloved new sister in a drought, taking a big toll on them. When Snapgaze recovered from that grief, they were on a walk when they became trapped in flames and burnt their paws so badly that they felt unable to do warrior duties ever again. As a result, Snapgaze became an elder when they were just a young adult, but still they experienced many many joys in their life: bringing their son, Kestrelstrike, into the world. Seeing two new litters of siblings being born. Becoming mates with Caterpillarfoot and having two litters of kits with her. Becoming a grandparent to five grandkits. Yet, they still lost more: two of their siblings, with only one left living. Their child, Sandkit. Their mother, Rowanstar, losing her lives in a landslide. Their step-mother, Leafbreeze, falling into ever-lasting grief and delirium afterwards - retiring and eventually passing. Even their grandchild, Thorny, was unhappy in SpringClan and left completely one night. But despite it all, Snapgaze still has a lot to hold on for and be happy about — they are extremely close with their son, Kestrelstrike, and are overjoyed at their child, Snailtongue's, new litter of three :).

They're cool B). But if you think Snapgaze has lost a lot, just you wait for this last kitty.

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Patchswift (formerly Patchkit, Patchpaw). She/her.

Cis unlabelled molly. 91 moons old (as of Moon 87). Ambitious and an incredible runner. A founder of SpringClan and currently a senior warrior of the highest rank.

Parents: Silkstar, Thunderpetal (deceased).

Siblings: Stormcliff, Sorrelcreek (deceased), Boltstar (disowned), Batjump.

Mate: Plantainstorm (deceased).

Kits: Moleprickle (step-son), Bogwhisper, Burnetrustle (deceased), Dapplepaw (deceased), Shinefly (disowned), Gleamkit (deceased), Darkwing (disowned, deceased), Flashkit (deceased).

Grandkits: Downyleap (adoptive), Dappledpatch, Weedbelly, Snowsilk, Quailnettle.

Notes: This girl. Is so tragic. But she has rose from the only kit in the founding of SpringClan to the current greatest, most experienced senior warrior. She was almost picked for the deputy position, but Silkstar decided against her due to that being nepotism™. Patchswift doesn't hate her mother for it, she just hates that she couldn't be deputy, and envies Caterpillarfoot's position.

She has lost a lot more than that, though. She became mates with Plantainstorm and the mother figure to his son, Moleprickle, the first new kitten of SpringClan (I think?). Soon enough, Patch and Plantain had a litter of three together. When their kits became apprentices, they had a second litter of four. Yet, a terrible drought meant Patchswift could not produce enough milk and lost two of their newborn kits, Gleamkit and Flashkit. As if things couldn't get any worse, Plantainstorm and Dapplepaw, who were both working desperately to help Patch, could not survive their own dehydration and heat exhaustion. She was left absolutely devastated. Only a moon later, a fire raged through the camp. Another child of her first litter, Burnetpaw, suffered from smoke inhalation while trying to help save an elder. The apprentice was named Burnetrustle just before they travelled to StarClan. Patchswift's younger sibling, Sorrelcreek, also died in the fire. The molly promised on her life to look after what was left of her closest family: her adoptive son, Moleprickle, her only remaining first litter child, Bogwhisper, and her two second litter kittens, Shinekit and Darkkit.

As if fate couldn't hate her more, Shinefly and Darkwing were manipulated by Tuftwhisker drawing them into the Black Lake. They led an attack against their clanmates - including their own uncle, Batjump, Patchswift's younger brother, among many others - and were banished from SpringClan for good. Now all of Patch's second litter were gone.

She also lost her mother figure, Thunderpetal, along the line. Luckily she hasn't lost any more of her family for a fair few moons, but with recent news that her disowned younger sibling has become the leader of a neighbouring Clan that has been causing them problems, there may not be peace for her truly.

So yeah. All those deceased or disowned grandkits of Silkstar's? They are Patchswift's. Moleprickle isn't her biological son, so her only living biological kit out of seven is Bogwhisper. They're super close, they even share the same petal accessory! AND Patchswift can see Plantainstorm in Bogwhisper such as when he adopted an abandoned kitten called Downykit, just as Plantain had with Molekit :').

Patchswift can be snappy and cold, but I love her. Her story is so so tragic - she can't even get the one role she wanted all her life - but she lives for her two sons and grandkits, and honestly she's an inspiration. I will be sobbing on the floor when she goes </3.

i used this picrew! ^^

if you read this far uhm. i'm impressed /gen & silly

[da-gamingojichan]

Is Ameripan sex cringe like does America say the most cringe pick up lines that Japan has to get up and leave the room and take a shot

i think ameripan sex fucking sucks. the more i like a ship the worse the sex is (looks at itager and romapru) and i like ameripan quite a bit. because im a firm believer that japan desperately wants to seme hes an otaku freak he wants to seme and do crazy shit but he will never be deadass bc of his politeness and even in a relationship where hes able to become more deadass he still is hashtag fail at being deadass when it comes to asking for what he wants in sex. so america tops because obviously hes young and all gung ho and like MANIFEST DESTINY!!!! but he fucking sucks at it. because i actually believe that america gets bitches yeah but hes not THAT that experienced. especially with men like he only learned that gay sex could happen after be became friends with japan and read yaoi (this is a headcanon i made because of that part in the "i am a yaoi fangirl and proud" post where the author goes ITS NOT "GAY". DO YOUR RESEARCH. "GAY" CAME FROM JAPAN. AND THE PROPER TERM FOR "GAY". IS YAOI!). but yeah and yaoi is not...... the best teacher for gay sex. at least if you arent reading enough to get to the few ones that are accurate (and america def isnt reading enough) so he gives japan the worst experience of his fucking life. bro literally tried to shove his dick in raw no prep no lube first time and japan had to stop him and teach him how to prep bc he was NOT going to die like that. and even then he doesnt prep enough and the dick game is so mid because america thinks that going fast and hard immediately is everything and japan is like just fucking kill me now because hes a seasoned sex man so he actually has pretty high pleasure tolerance and needs good game and hes like Lord. Just pass me my 500 dollar america plushie onahole custom. but yeah the sex is pretty bad and america thinks the sex is amazing bc hes inexperienced and japan pretends its great and pretends well (out of politeness) and america is like waow.. that was so good ❤️. i think japan abd italy have a special close friendship together where italy has known and pushed japans boundaries so much that japan can be fully deadass with him at times. and especially about sex because italy constantly cries to japan how germany is so scared so they talk about their terrible sex lives together all the time. Japan still misses the italian strap on but also loves america now and would not cheat on him ever ofc and loves his boyfriend the most. I think america sometimes almost becomes aware of how bad his game is because he thinks about how japan used to be head over heels with italy and loved the sex so he asks germany how good italys game actually is and germany goes "T-THATS A COMPLETELY PRIVATE MATTER!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU ASKING RIGHT NOW?!?!?" and america insists until germany goes "ergh.... if you have to know erm. were waiting for the right time okay. now stop prying." and america feels all his confidence recharge bc he thinks oh this must be germany not wanting to admit italy's game sucks ass cuz no way theyve been together this long with italys libedo without banging! the italy i know will DIE without someone to fuck at least once a week and he obviously isnt cheating either haha! and he just goes "its okay germany, i know youre shy but just try to communicate to him and things will get better okay? ❤️" and germany goes "vhat?" while the camera slowly pans to japan in the background

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Hello! It is I, 🐱 Anon who finally checked your new OC blog bc i keep forgetting to do so unless you reblog it to your main blog :’D (i am so sorry T.T)

And I have so much questions about Artemis! Her introduction post really hooked me in because she sounds very intresting, so here are my questions!

1. So from the few post about Artemis, it seems she is related to Ambrose. So what are they actually? Are they blood related (and if so are they cousins or siblings?) or are they just two people who see each other as family regardless of blood?

2. Along with that, the both of them seems to have a good relationship. If that’s the case, do any of their respective Aeons know that their own Emanator is close with the Emanator of their enemy?

3. What does Artemis think about Lian?

4. Following number 3, how does she feel about Lian dating Ambrose?

5. Is she close or at least acquainted with anyone in the Xianzhou Luofu? (aka playable character we know of)

6. What does she think about the High Cloud Quintet?

7. And lastly, does she have a silly side that no one or a few people know about?

Also i just realised that you may had hinted about her in the HuoHuo’s older sibling reader post where you replied to my idea of big sister Huohuo. You made a paragraph (i think?) about how Abundance and the Hunt need each other and how they would work really well under the part of Huohuo’s older sibling who’s the Emanator of the Hunt. So nice foreshadowing aph ^_^

- 🐱 Anon

HELLO BELOVED HI ohohoho i am so glad you asked omg.... me when um. Me when oc questions 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

they are blood related! biological cousins, actually. ambrose's mother had a sister, artemis' mom, and the two children grew up very close to one another. <3 i don't know if i have ever explicitly talked about this, but their homeworld was war-ridden before ambrose drew yaoshi's attention. artemis was a child soldier basically and ambrose kiiiinda was? ambrose did a lot of work in rationing resources such as food and clean water and healing wounded folk. so a lot of times, ambrose would tend to their baby cousin's wounds. so both of them have that kind of bond that going through the same trauma together gives people.

OH MAN OK THIS ONE IS A LITTLE LONG HELLO!!! long story short, yaoshi knows, lan does not. lan knows they are related (which is part of what drew their attention to artemis in the first place) but they don't know how close the two are and artemis is kind of worried because how long can you lie to something, someone so powerful without them finding out the truth??? and what would the consequences of that be???? artemis is very different from ambrose in this way; she is scared of the aeons. she is scared of lan, in certain aspects. she is not desensitized to their absolute power like her older cousin is. she is freaking out deep down inside. artemis and lan have a very tentative relationship and artemis doesn't tell them anything at all that might indicate her care for ambrose, because she knows that if they knew... erm. yeah. but yaoshi knows. i mean, after all, artemis is one of their children too, technically. if lan ever shunned her... yaoshi's arms are open, the gentle and forgiving aeon that they are. their child, who was stolen away by the hunt, is always welcome home. just saying. but also keep in mind that artemis would 🏹🏹🏹🏹🏹 ambrose if they ever became a threat to the general balance of the universe, so it's kind of complicated HAHA i suppose the real question is this: does lan have the capacity to understand that just because artemis loves ambrose, she willl still never hesitate to do her utmost to subdue ambrose if they ever became a serious threat? who knows?

artemis and lian actually met a looonnnggg time ago when lian was in the shackling prison. she knows what it's like to do questionable things because you just love and adore someone so much (artemis protecting ambrose and lian with dan feng back then; have i ever talked about that? i don't know haha), so she sympathized with lian greatly. artemis didn't talk to her after they were released, but lian was thankful that she came to visit so often.

artemis was kind of surprised at first, i think. but she thinks it's cute! she did, however, warn lian that ambrose will bend to the abundance's will very easily and ambrose can VERY quickly become evil and fucked up, should it ever become yaoshi's will. whether or not lian takes her words to heart... who knows if they will? but artemis did her part, and if lian chooses not to be careful, then that is the vidyadhara's decision and the fault will be hers alone. artemis did her part.

to the luofu residents, artemis is just about as elusive as the aeon lan themselves. so, for the most part, no. this is largely because artemis just doesn't want to risk them finding out about how much she cares for her cousin (ambrose's ass will just sneak onto the luofu like it's no big deal though and artemis is like "wtf man i am literally trying to protect you from them?!!?!?!? 😒"). when artemis goes on the luofu, she tends to adopt disguises and false identities. jing yuan, however, knows that it is her. and she knows he knows. but for some reason, he just... doesn't say anything..? she doesn't understand why but she appreciates his discretion.

artemis probably thinks they should leave dan heng alone already LMAOOOOO i feel like she has a great amount of respect for them, but she knows that she would be really fucking annoyed if she were dan heng. dan heng is not the same person as dan feng and they seriously need to realize this already (at least, that is what artemis believes). dan heng and artemis have actually met before and i think they are... friendly acquaintances? or something like that haha. they don't know one another well enough to be FRIENDS friends but they're friendly with one another, at least.

ABSOLUTELY LMFAO i just know she's a lil silly deep down!!!!!!!! but her silliness was buried a long time ago on account of her being a child soldier. so there is silliness in her but it is very hard to uncover.

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now i need to hear you talk about homeschool

i really dont like home school

it's a good thing blacklist sucks more because thats the only thing keeping home school from becoming my least favourite "this high school is fucked up" show. but ever since i found out what blacklist's source material is like (romance centric NOT mystery centric like the series tries to be) i gave up on that one. ANYWAYS

home school is bad. it's themes are all over the place, the execution is meh and i don't even like the messages themselves (this might be a personal thing). i would say 2/3 of the characters are not well developed despite there being 18 episodes.

erm. spoilers ahead (i will try to be vague if i can). also quite a bit of discussion of child abuse yknow typical home school things. phrasing not really the best but hopefully i get my point across

the themes and messages

this isn't clear from the start but home school is ultimately about healing from abuse/trauma and how things with good intent behind them can end up... bad. this is fine on it's own but the details of it within home school itself is....... erm...........

one of the key points of the ending is that violence/murder should never be the solution even to things like abuse because it turns you into a monster as well. i don't like this i think it's stupid personally but it fails at executing this well either way. you cannot tell me violence turns you into a monster and love is the solution when one of your characters is forced to kill or at least seriously injure her abusive dad in a previous episode (WHICH IS THE ENTIRE REASON SHE HASN'T FLED THE COUNTRY BY NOW).

you could say it's never confirmed he died! but he's not there in the final episodes with all the other parents and instead her (equally shitty) mom is there which seems to imply that she killed him! or put him in a coma! home school never brings this up and if i think too hard about it my head will burst open.

there's also how home school (the building that would become home school later) has always been.... abusive. i don't talk about this ever because i don't know how to phrase it well but we're shown that even before the orphanage became home school the children under it's care were mistreated. run and maki's abusive stepdad who becomes a cofounder of home school being one of them and it seems like a set up for a story about the cycles of abuse and violence, and (this is my personal reading) that very building is used as a metaphor for this.

but also it isn't. home school was founded as a place for unwanted (rich) children, meant as a safe haven but later turns into a terrible terrible one because the 2 people who run it are scummy. this is fine. until the twist that amin was actually good all along! he was just brainwashed and after the brainwashing was undone he's normal. this is... okay.... but thematically i think it's awful and comes a bit too close to abuse apologism (run saying that he knew something was wrong because the amin HE met in childhood wouldn't abuse students and lock him up in a room for years!!! and run being RIGHT? because amin was brainwashed???)

the ending is also (cringes)(disgusted) because the 2 masterminds who brainwashed amin are arrested, amin dies of old age and run becomes the new headmaster of home school and everything is fine! the kids have each other and home school is no longer a scummy institution. it's like a kids show in the absolute worst way and even then i know shows aimed at kids with more nuance and thought put into them than home school. you cannot write a story LIKE THIS and conclude it with "these 2 people were the problem the whole time" ????????????? it's like they want me to pull my hair out.

wow this is horribly disorganised. there's also the framing of home school as trying to teach good lessons to the children through tough methods. methods such as locking up and retraumatising a student they KNOW is innocent until the real culprits confess (?????), punishing students who are on time because they couldn't get the latecomers to wake up on time (????????), starving the students and pitting them against each other (????????????????) to build cooperation and teamwork and love. the end of episode quotes (like the ones in some other shows) also support this and treat it like a good thing, the masters were right for traumatising kids to get them to love one another! (i remember some speculation that this was intentional and they were going to subvert it. this did not happen).

at least they don't do go the typical thai series route of sloppy reconciliation with parents. i've had enough of that (happy birthday is directed by the same person and i felt like the reconciliation between tonmai and his family was done pretty well so! thank you p'fon).

the characters

i didn't expect every character to be given a crazy amount of depth because it's a large cast but they couldn't even hit the bare minimum for some of them so you could say i was Very Disappointed. i ended up only caring about white out of the main 4 (don't even get me started on how much i dislike that there is a Main 4 in the first place) and my favourite character ended up being jingjai.

pennueng, phleng and biu are painfully underutilised. phleng and pennueng had potential to be very interesting but got pretty much dropped after the first few episodes (i was especially disappointed with phleng lol i love myself a flawed girl who acts out and lies as a trauma response. if only she didn't immediately change after one of them talked her down). it seemed like they didn't have a full idea of what to do with biu, her and phleng's reconciliation was also pretty meh. did not care enough.

they forgot about jean. he's the one that got done the worst by the show sorry he shows up does nothing and becomes biu's love interest. nothing4nothing i guess.

the rest of the cast are fine but this show is allergic to depth and nuance. there was a lot that could've been said about children who grow up unloved and how it manifests (particularly with jingjai, hugo, fuji and phleng) then the show just does not do that. we skip right past jingjai and hugo's bullying but then again i guess they needed plot to plot so there wasn't much time.

while it was airing i saw a post comparing maki to akk from the eclipse, saying they could have similar arcs, with maki being the class president that sticks closely to the rules (waking up on time even without an alarm). she ends up being... nothing like akk! i had my own problems with the eclipse but one is obviously better than the other.

i really liked the twins though. most shows (cough the gifted cough) forget about them but mek and mork had a very interesting storyline even if they got reduced to comic relief with pennueng after. absolute Twin Misery on display.

why did every single character get into a romantic relationship? ALL of them were paired in "expected" duos (as a prsk fan this makes me cringe) and they just put fuji with the twins i guess. some of these characters had ONE conversation or notable scene and suddenly they're dating i guess (???) i liked jingjai and hugo i think about them once every few weeks, and i can kinda see why tibetmaki and naiwhite ended up together but i don't think anything else was necessary. if anything i think biuphleng should've kisse-

damn. this ended up long. thank you for reading. if i had to say anything good about home school is that most of the cast were fantastic with their roles (to be expected) and the styling is good if you overlook how unrealistic it is for everyone to just have perfect hair and makeup all the time. prigkhing's hair looks good here (low bar but many shows cannot style her hair well) and the twins looking more distinct over time (someone said it was things you couldn't do with the other's face but i'm not good with faces so i can't confirm this) is a nice touch.

this is the main thing bringing down my expectations for high school frenemy tbh. p'fon has good shows (i enjoyed happy birthday/my precious, heard 10 years ticket is good and i expect 23.5 to be simple but good) but this type of show is.... hm........ it's probably going to be delayed too i'm not expecting it before the 2nd half 2024 (unlike the gmmtv2024 pt 1 shows) seeing how her shows just do not seem to come out on time LMAO