#ily 2 the moon and back & whatever

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⋆☾⋆ Big Love Ahead (3) ⋆☽⋆

NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI

Summary: Feelings have been confessed, and what follows is... an explosion of the tension. Halsin thinks himself greedy when all he does is give.

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 4.3k Descriptors: Reader is smaller than Halsin and has female anatomy. CW: Halsin eats pussy and he does it like there is no tomorrow, praise, mutual softness, talks of marking each other up, Halsin is a poet in disguise, fingering, tons of foreplay, dirty talk; TLDR: oral (f!receiving) A/N: This fic is dedicated specifically to my beloved @pinkiemme who listens to me scream about Halsin and inspires me every day with her insane skill and talent. Special shoutout to @maybege for zooming through a quick beta-read for me- ily!

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Chapter 3: The Lover

You are in heaven.

Halsin’s head is buried between your thighs, and there is nothing else you can think about but his tongue and his lips and his fingers and his nose and… him, just him and him and him.

Cold, hard stone digs into your back, but you don’t care as your fingers grab Halsin’s hair tighter, pulling at him, guiding him. He follows your silent commands easily, moaning as he buries his tongue deeper inside you.

You whine and whimper, hitting your head almost too hard as you let it fall back, trying to keep some tension in your body so you don’t slide down the wall.

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Halsin had undressed you slowly, so slowly, as if you were not on fire by the mere idea of his touch. His skin kept rippling with golden shimmers, his eyes glowing in the dim light as his hands peeled layer after layer of clothing from you until you were bare before him.

“You, my heart, are… exquisite.” His voice is even more gravelly than usual, and you have to fight off the urge to press your thighs together as his eyes travel all over your vulnerable form.

“So beautiful,” he whispers as he leans down to kiss you. “The flowers already sing songs of your beauty as they grow, and the trees will whisper poems of my love for you for centuries to come. The grass will remember where we laid in it, and the stone where our hands touched it.”

“You’re sappy,” you laugh, relaxing a little at the way he looks at you. Like you hung the moon in the fucking sky. “I adore you with all my heart, do you know that? My sweet bear.”

The growl that escapes him makes you quiver, his legs trembling as he fights for control.

“You-“ he interrupts himself, pressing up against you, larger than life, warmer than the sun. “Your tongue is dangerous, little flower. It’ll get you into trouble one of these days.”

You smile at him and pull him down for a kiss.

“Oh, I certainly hope so.”

Halsin groans, his tongue hot in your mouth, his hands all over you, roaming, caressing, grabbing-

And suddenly you’re hoisted up, your back pressed against ice cold stone, your legs struggling to wrap around Halsin’s middle. You gasp, overwhelmed by how sudden, how easy it seems for him to move you like this. Halsin carries you as if you weigh nothing at all. He puts you down on your bed so gently, kneeling to kiss the inside of your thigh with lips that make you shake from their touch.

His eyes are golden when he looks up at you, pulling at you until your thighs rest on his shoulders, his face pressed nearly where you need him. He hums and shivers, but he keeps control. For now.

“You smell good,” he mumbles, his soft lips moving against the sensitive skin of your thigh. “My flower, my very own. You smell heavenly- tell me you’ll let me taste you. Let me taste the honey of your thighs and I’ll never ask for anything again.”

Your cheeks burn, but you dig your heels into the muscles of his back, burying your hands in his long hair to hold onto him for dear life.

“Yes,” you whisper breathlessly, “Of course, my love, anything you want to, anything and it’s yours. You never have to ask for anything again- I’ll be here. I’ll provide whatever you want willingly, eagerly. I’ll never make you ask for anything again, I’m all yours, my love.”

Halsin smiles so softly that your heart stops beating for a moment.

“Mhhhm.” His lips leave a searing path on your skin where they touch you, travelling up and up your thighs, his hands holding you steady and pulling you closer. “I have to know if you taste as good as you smell, my heart. Let me…”

When you look down at him, you can see the face of the bear in the face of the man, his teeth nearly fangs, his fingers almost claws. It only makes you love him more.

“Taste me then,” you murmur, easing the grip of your hands in his hair, tilting your hips as best you can. “I want you, my love. I want to feel you- I want to be known by you, I want to be everything you need, just like you are to me. My bear, my beautiful strong bear...”

Halsin shudders, his entire body bathed in a golden glow. He exhales slowly, his kisses growing languid on their path to the apex of your thighs.

“Dangerous,” he mumbles. “I knew it. What would you do if the bear came out to play, hm? It’s- you have no idea how hard it is to control myself when I have you here- so willing, so eager- everything I want laid out right before me, my beautiful angel asking to be tasted-“

“If the bear wants that as well…” you hesitate for a moment trying to find the right words. “I’m yours, whichever form you may be in. My desire is for you and you alone; no more, no less. The bear can have me just as the man can.”

Halsin makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, trembling against you, his fingers digging into your thighs with sharper nails than they should have.

“Silvanus have mercy,” he growls, voice so low you can feel the walls of the cave shake around you. “To see you with those eyes- touch you with those claws- you would take it? For me?”

Gently, you unwrap your legs from him, and he gets the hint, sitting up straighter between your thighs. You pull at his shoulders until your noses touch. He’s so tall he can barely fit between your legs like this, but you don’t mind. No, you don’t mind at all.

You cup his jaw in your hand that seems too small to be real in comparison to his sheer size. Halsin nuzzles his face into the touch and kisses your palm. You smile.

“My love,I would take anything I could get as long as it’s from you,” you whisper softly. “You are… all I want. If you lose control- if it all gets too much- we can stop… or we can keep going. I’m fine with either just so long as you are.”

Halsin growls, a sound that makes your teeth vibrate now that he is so close to you. You think you can feel yourself drip as slick gathers between your thighs at the sound.

His hand comes up to hold your face, and you nuzzle into the touch just as he did with you.

“I shall try to contain myself, my heart,” he sighs. “…for now.”

“Mhhm.” You smile at him, and his eyes are so full of affection you can’t breathe. “You are wonderful, Halsin. I hope you know that- I hope you know how much I mean that when I say it. You are the best man I have ever known, the best person I could have dreamed of meeting.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, soft, but full of passion, your tongue in his mouth, his hands in your hair. A coil forms in your belly from his touch alone. When he pulls back, you tug at his shirt.

“Take this off for me? I want to see you.”

“Anything for you, my flower.” He pulls the shirt off easily, and you watch his movement with a hunger you didn't know you could feel, burning in your chest, igniting a wild fervour in your belly. An expanse of skin is revealed to you: the broadness of his shoulders, the soft hair on his chest, to roundness of his belly. You cherish every inch of him that you get to see. Halsin’s hands settle on your thighs again, covering them almost entirely, and you wonder what it would be like to carry the marks of his love on your skin.

Your cheeks heated from the thought, you can’t keep quiet anymore, you have to tell him, you have to-

“Don’t hold back,” you whisper. “Let me feel how strong you are, my beautiful bear. I would be proud to carry the evidence of your love on my skin- to feel it every time I moved.”

Halsin’s teeth are sharp like fangs when he grins at you.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can be, but… I wouldn't be opposed to seeing you covered in my fingerprints, little flower. Nor to my own back bearing the marks of your… excitement, if you were so inclined.”

You choke on air when his hands slip under your ass to pull you even closer to his face. Halsin produces a pillow from somewhere, stuffing it under your back, his eyes never leaving yours. The desire in his look burns you up, it sets you aflame. All you want to do is make him happy.

When you tell him that, his smile is blinding and his eyes glow like molten gold in the dim light.

“You make me happy all the time, my heart. I have not felt this much joy in decades, and then I found you.” Golden sparks dance in his hair when he kisses you again. “Now the only thing that could make me happier than I am in this moment would be tasting you. I have waited so long.”

You kiss his face, his jaw; the palms of his hands; anything you can possibly reach. Anything to make him feel as worshipped and loved as you feel beneath his touch.

“You have been so patient - more patient than I myself have been. If that is what you desire,” you whisper, letting yourself fall so easily in his presence, “... well, who would I be to deny you? I would give you everything I have and all that I am in a heartbeat.”

He kisses your thighs, sharp fingers digging into soft skin. His lips are soft and warm, and the contrast of his mouth that treats you so gently and the strength of the hands that hold you in place has you trembling.

He teases you just a little- taking his time, caressing you, his breath hot on your dripping cunt though he does not touch you just yet. You whine and moan and arch your hips until you feel him smile against you.

“This is what you want?” he asks again, his voice rough with desire.

“You are what I want.” You smile and cup his jaw in your hand. His eyes are aflame and his teeth sharper than they should be, but it does not scare you. It only confirms that you are what he wants, and all you feel is lust and deep affection. “Please, Halsin. I need to- I want to feel you.”

“Then you shall have me, my heart.”

Pleasure drowns out everything else when he finally puts his mouth on you. You sigh- already nearly a moan, the tension finally breaking only to build and build when you allow yourself to realise what is happening. This is Halsin; the mighty druid, on his knees for you, moaning into you as his tongue laps up the arousal that drips down your thighs.

You arch your back and press your cunt up into his face. Halsin groans, hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls at you, burying his tongue between your parted legs.

“You are the sweetest thing,” he breathes, “the sweetest thing I have tasted in all my centuries. You are- gods have mercy- I could drown in you and never come up for air. Nature must have had me in mind when it made you, sweet as honey with a voice that could make nightingales cry- and you have never sounded so sweet as you do when you moan for me.”

“Mhhm… go on.” You are practically purring like a wild cat under his touches, your body vibrating with tension and excitement. “I’m all yours, my love.”

“All mine,” he mumbles. His fingers seem to glow from the inside when he squeezes your hips. “All mine, and sweet as honey. Nature truly has outdone itself with you, my flower.”

You shiver, then moan when Halsin dives back down to press his flattened tongue against your clit. Your legs fall open even wider and you tilt your hips up to meet him. He growls in a way that reminds you of the bear inside him, and the thought only makes you wetter.

“Make me come for you, bear,” you moan. “Please, I want to come for you- I want your tongue buried inside me when I do, I want to taste myself on you when I kiss you while you fuck me. Please- Halsin, please-”

You can feel him shake with the strain of keeping his human shape, but his tongue is stroking your clit in just the right way and you can’t stop the litany of filth that falls from your lips.

“Just like that, my love- oh gods, oh- oh, fuck, fuck, do that again… again- have mercy, you’re too good at this, my love. D-don’t ever listen to me when I tell you to stop, I want you to keep doing this f- oh- forever, I never want to…”

Halsin does not hide how much he is enjoying himself. His fingers are digging into your soft flesh with bruising force, and he moans and growls unashamedly as he eats you out like a man starved. 

The moans that fall from your lips, the filthy noises it produces when he runs his tongue through the wetness of your cunt- everything echoes in the small cave and makes you feel the sensations thousandfold. Halsin’s eyes fly open when you gently tug at his hair, quietly asking for more. He obliges, his nose pressing against your clit as he fucks you with his tongue, large hands keeping you right where he wants you, squeezing and holding. He takes no breaks, like he needs not air but only you to survive, and the coil in your belly starts to tighten with each stroke of his tongue.

“Let me hear you,” he breathes, barely raising his face from between your legs. “Let me hear you, my heart, tell me what feels good.”

“You feel good,” you whimper, your head light with pleasure. “It’s like you can tell- like you know exactly what I need. Halsin- H- fuck, oh gods, right there, you- mh- you are so good to me, so good to me… I wanna come on your tongue, my love, please let me- please make me- gods, I want everything with you, I want to be filled until I can’t move, I want your bruises on my thighs and to have you inside me all day and all n-night - fuck - to be yours and only yours, my bear, my bear Halsin-”

His growl this time is distinctly animalistic, and when you open your eyes, Halsin’s whole body is coated in golden light, glowing from the inside out, his eyes illuminating your skin.

“You will be my ruin, angel,” he groans. “Your words will make me come undone before you even touch me- to taste you, to be the reason of your ecstasy is all I have wanted for so long. Come for me, my heart, be good and come for me so I can fill you the way you deserve to be filled, be yours and- make you mine, just as nature intended.”

His mouth descends onto you again, licking and sucking, his tongue pressing against you in a way that makes lightning run through your body. You cry out and buck your hips, and Halsin repeats the movement, over and over and over until you are right at the edge of pure bliss.

“For me,” he groans into you, his voice making your whole body vibrate. “For me, come for me, little flower.”

He closes his lips around your clit and sucks, and in an explosion of ecstasy, you are done for faster than you can warn him.

“Bear, I'm going to- f-fuck- don’t st- Halsin!”

The pleasure sweeps you off your feet. Nothing could have prepared you for an orgasm like this - sudden and all-encompassing, so intense it nearly borders on pain as you arch your hips and curl your fingers into Halsin’s hair. His tongue laps at you, drinking in every last drop of you until your legs shake uncontrollably and you are begging him to stop.

When you manage to open your eyes and unclasp your hands from the sheets, Halsin is grinning up at you mischievously, his face wet with you, his eyes still glowing as he licks his lips.

“The sweetest honey I have ever tasted.” He laps at your cunt again and you shudder. A new wave of arousal buries you at the feeling of his tongue inside you as he looks up at you. 

“You-” your voice is barely more than a breath. “You are incredible, my love, do you know that? Fuck- oh, don’t- please, it’s so much-”

Halsin pulls back, a smile still wrinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I thought you never wanted me to stop, my heart.”

In the time it takes you to wring an answer from your blissed out brain, a new coil has already begun to form deep in your belly at the mere thought of being touched by him once more. Your brain stumbles over the words, and while Halsin is not touching you, the promise of More hangs so heavy in the air it’s enough to make you shake with anticipation.

Halsin’s voice breaks the fog that has settled on your mind.

“Are you lost for words, little flower? Already?”

“D-don’t tease me,” you breathe shakily. “You know your skill well-”

“Hmm, I’ve had centuries to practise. Your body is… a miracle. As if nature intended you for me, all this time.”

Halsin sits up between your legs, kissing your thighs. You stretch out your arms to him.

“Come here, my love. Let me kiss you.”

“No hardship for me,” he laughs, pushing himself up on the bed and settling against you. “You did so well for me, my heart. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and your voice moaning my name is the most exquisite song nature has ever devised.”

Your cheeks flush with heat, and you bite your lip. You can feel his hard length pressing against your thigh, yet here he is, singing your praises without expecting anything in return.

“You are too good to me,” you sigh. “And yet here I am, still wanting more.”

Halsin cocks his head, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

“More?”

“Mmhm.”

When he bends down to kiss you, you half expect a gentle kiss and the promise of more some other time, but you are wrong. His lips are searing, and when he pulls back, his eyes are pure fire, his fingers claws as he rips them from your body.

“Please.” You are begging - you are pleading. Nothing in the world could make you want to stop in this moment. “Go on, my love. I want to feel you- I want to have you inside me, and I want to make you feel good the way you did for me.”

Halsin growls and twitches, hands slamming down on either side of your head, his large body hovering above you.

“Once I start, I might- what if I can't stop?” He sounds nearly afraid. “It’s been so long, my heart. Have you any idea the way my blood burns at the mere thought of getting to fill you, getting to make you mine?”

You stroke his face.

“I trust you,” you whisper. You run your hand down the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles ripple under your touch as sparks of wild magic dance across Halsin’s body. “If I ask you to stop, you will. Though… I can’t imagine I would ever want you to.”

The groan that escapes from his throat sounds almost pained. Halsin buries his face in the crook of your neck, lowering himself down until you can feel his cock drag against your soaked cunt when he moves.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Fuck- bear, please… please.”

A shiver runs through him at the urgency in your voice.

“Ask me again,” he groans, hips bucking into you, his arms shaking. You loop your hands around his neck and pull him down to you until your lips nearly touch.

“Fuck me,” you say, quiet but firmly. “...please, bear. Halsin-”

The breath is punched from your lungs when he kisses you, his lips searing, panting and moaning into the kiss as he rocks into you.

His hand slips between your bodies, two fingers dipping inside you and the glow in his eyes intensifies.

“My heart- you are one of nature’s great wonders. You feel-” he breaks off as his fingers press deeper and you arch your back to meet his movement.

He fucks you open slowly, patiently - first two fingers, thicker than three of your own, and when you whine and plead and beg for more; he gives you three. You sigh and whimper, calling out his name between sounds of pleasure. 

Halsin knows exactly what you need - what your body needs. His fingers curl just right, and the smile on his face is one of pure joy. He watches as you lose yourself in the feeling of him, as you grind down your hips to somehow take more, as your hands grip the sheets until your knuckles pale. He praises you through it, his voice soft and gentle and full of awe.

You are not a god, but you have never felt more worshipped.

It’s a lot - so much you have to hold back tears of pleasure. Halsin slows for a moment, noticing your tension, but you beg him to go on and he obliges, his motions smooth and assured.

“The stars pale in comparison to your beauty,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder, your jaw, your face, while his hands never stop moving. “Nature has made you immaculate, has made you its boldest creation, the crown jewel of its heavenly bodies. To have you here with me… to get to feel you around me and see your face shine with the pleasure I can bring you- it’s more than I deserve, more than I ever thought I would get.”

His words make your heart stumble, but your body gives you no break to respond as your legs start to shake and the heat in your belly nearly explodes. You are shaking all over, your mind just as desperate as your body. Halsin’s fingers inside you make you feel so full already, and the way he looks at you makes you tremble with affection.

The hard length of his cock presses against your thigh once more when he shifts. Nothing in Halsin’s face betrays how painfully hard he must be- how desperate he must be for release. You want to feel him- you have to feel him inside you, you want to know what it is like- you want to see his face blossom with the same bliss he brings you, and the thought of that brings you to the edge again.

“Halsin-” you breathe, gripping his biceps with an iron grip, writhing beneath him. “Halsin- my love- please, if you keep doing this, I’m going to-”

“Good.” His brow is shining with sweat, and the expression on his face is something between hunger and bliss. “Good. Because I want more.”

Your head is foggy with pleasure, but that notion parts the veil around you for a moment.

“More?” Your voice sounds brittle next to his deep baritone. “Then-”

“Mhhm.” he hums, working his fingers deeper, grinding down against the bed. “More. Give me one more and I’ll have you, my heart. Just as it was intended, just one more is all I need…”

Your head falls back as you cry out, your legs starting to shake. He curls his fingers just so, and stars flicker through your vision.

“Don’t stop,” you pant. “Don't- anything, my love, I’ll do anything- just d-don’t stop, please, please I want to feel you, I want to know- I have to know what it is like to be full with you…”

Halsin grunts, curling his fingers again and again as soft lips kiss your jaw, your neck, your breasts.

“Then come for me,” he commands gently. “You can do that, can’t you? Let me be greedy just this once…”

That nearly does you in. After all that, he still thinks himself greedy for wanting to bring you pleasure?

“Fuck!” Your blissed out brain has such a way with words. “Fuck, bear- I’m gonna-”

The palm of his hand presses against your cunt as he sinks his fingers impossibly deeper, and then, all at once, you are done for. You can feel yourself gush, wetness dripping from Halsin’s fingers as you die a thousand little deaths of ecstasy, your mind exploding into bolts of lightning.

Vaguely, you perceive Halsin’s calm voice talking, speaking to you as if through a cloud. 

After a few moments, you realise it is not only you he is speaking to. He is calming himself down, willing the bear to stay dormant. Your walls flutter weakly, and when you open your eyes, Halsin is smiling down at you.

“You did so well for me, little flower. Never have my eyes seen anything more beautiful than you, and I doubt they ever will again.”

You blink slowly, trying to ground yourself back in reality. When you move, you hear the sound his fingers make when they glide out of you, and heat rises in your cheeks. He has given you so much, and yet all you want is…

“More?”

Halsin’s smile lights up the room.

“You, my heart, are insatiable.” He kisses you, his lips soft on yours, his tongue greedy in your mouth. “I’m glad you are- so am I.”

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Part 2

Life at the QZ has been complicated during the past few days. The Fireflies attacks were intensifying, and the FEDRA soldiers were nervous. An outing to Bill and Frank's house was planned, to bring them some medicine, but Joel didn't want you to come with him.

“I want you to stay, sweetheart. It’s a complete mess in here, it’s too dangerous.”

“You know Javi will help us, Joel.”

“Of course, but all the other soldiers are on edge. I won’t put you at risk of running into one of those cowboys.”

The radio turned on and started playing "Into the groove" by Madonna. 

“But you will put yourself in danger… See?” You sighed, before adding “Fuck. Sorry. I know Bill and Frank need the meds. But I’m worried about you going out alone.”

Joel hugged you and stroked your hair, and tried to reassure you “I know baby. But I’m gonna be ok. You know I'll be careful. The most dangerous thing will be coming out of the QZ, but Javi will help me.”

You heard an explosion before you had time to respond. A nearby building had been the target of an attack.

Joel and you walked out of the building and quickly headed over to Javi’s apartment.

“I need to go out tonight, Javi.”

"OK. Let me check some details so that it’s as secure as possible.”

Joel looked at you and said to Javi: “Our apartment is not safe. Not with this new attack.” 

He added, looking at you: “You can’t go back there. Not until it’s safe.”

Javi looked at him questioningly.

“I want her to stay here, with you, until I'm back. Our neighborhood is too dangerous right now. Here, it’s more secure. Two nights, maximum, and I’ll be back.”

He turned to you before adding “I don’t want to worry about you while I’m out.” You nodded, your worry at knowing Joel was leaving alone panged your heart. Joel properly put away his things that he had taken in a hurry, and handed you some of your clothes and toiletries that he had put aside before leaving. Javi used his contacts to prepare for the run out.

Before leaving, Joel hugged you and said "don't worry about me, sweetheart. You’ll get a 60s signal, when I’m in Lincoln. Tomorrow night. Javi, watch over her, ok?"

"Of course."

Joel turned around one last time before walking out of the apartment. "You two can… do whatever you want. I'm okay with that."

"Joel?"

“I don’t want you to spend two days moping and worrying. I mean it. Repeat it.”

“We… can do whatever we want.”

Joel looked at you before turning to Javi and they both nodded. They left.

Two hours later night set in. The moon lit up the apartment. You were waiting on the couch. You heard the key in the lock and the door opened. You stood up suddenly and looked at Javi.

"Everything’s fine Hermosa. He left, it’s ok. Things are calming down, Fedra is taking control again."

You threw yourself into his arms in relief and he held you close.

“Let’s eat.”

You had dinner, almost entirely in silence. Javi saw the worry in your eyes and the more the evening progressed, the more he felt your discomfort growing.

"You know we’ll do what you want, right? If you want to go to sleep, that's totally ok.”

You nodded.

You got into bed and you rested your head on his shoulder, hugging him, his arm around you. “It’s gonna be ok”, he said, and kissed your forehead. His cock was hard, you could see it with the sheet stretched. He didn't try anything.

You woke up in the middle of the night. Javi was asleep, his chest pressed against your back. He was breathing calmly, an arm around you. You made a small movement to shift away, but he tightened his grip and his cock nuzzled against your ass, pressing harder.

Fuck, you thought.

You felt your desire rising, and your pussy clenched.

You finally pushed your ass back, to feel him against you, and his shaft grew. You lifted your thigh a little so that his cock stretched between your legs. It followed this path naturally, his tip poking through this hollow. You put two fingers in your mouth to wet them, before sliding your hand between your legs. His tip pointed, hard, tense. You stroked it with your wet fingers and rubbed your thighs against it, until you heard “mmmm, Hermosa?”

You whispered “I’m sorry, Javi… I felt you against me and…” He kissed your neck and said:

“It’s the best way to wake-up. Use me, baby. Use my cock to feel good.”

You moaned, hearing him. You tilted your pelvis and pressed his tip to place it at your entrance. You were dripping. You slowly moved back, and you sank onto his cock. Inch by inch. Javi didn't move, leaving you in control.

You continued to press backwards until Javi's cock was fully buried in your pussy, and you waited a few seconds, time to get used to his width. His right hand came to cup your breast and squeeze it gently. You raised your arm until your fingers tangled in his brown curls and you heard him moan in your ear, his soft mustache brushing against your skin.

“You’ve got a big cock, Javi.”

He laughed, before adding “Yeah. But you're used to big cocks, aren't you? Joel is a big boy.”

You said “mmm” and moved your pelvis forward, very slowly. You wanted to feel every vein, every inch of skin on his cock against your folds. You felt like you could hear the friction of your skins against each other. Your pussy hugged his cock perfectly. Like it was molded for you, like Joel’s was too. You let your head fall back, until your neck was resting against Javi’s shoulder. He lowered his head to you and nuzzled your neck before kissing it. You sped up your movements little by little, focusing on the feeling of his cock filling you completely. Its contours sliding against your flesh. You seemed to feel it growing even bigger. His mouth rested against your neck, and you felt him suck your skin against his lips, then his teeth gently bit down on that space between your neck and your collarbone.

You moaned, face turned to the ceiling, continuing to roll your hips. He released the pressure from his teeth and kissed your slightly bruised skin.

“You like that Hermosa? You like using me?”

“God Javi, I love that. It’s so good.”

“Keep using me. I wanna feel you, and watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come if you keep talking to me like that.”

“Yeah right… you love dirty talk, don’t you?”

You nodded.

“Don’t worry Hermosa, I still have plenty of time to talk to you like you’re dying to hear. Keep fucking me for now.” Javi kept his hips still as you slid down on his cock. You heard him breathe your hair.

“You’re perfect Hermosa, so beautiful…”

You felt your orgasm building. Your hand, buried in Javi’s hair, came to slide down to your stomach, but he grabbed your wrist before you reached your clit.

“Don’t use your fingers, baby.”

“I…I can’t.”

“You can. Focus on what you feel.”

“Damnit Javi…”

“Shhh. Focus."

You started to move your hips again but impatience seized you almost immediately.

“Please… make me come with your fingers… please. Or let me do it.”

“No. I want you to cum just from my big cock filling your pussy. Come on Hermosa. Quit talking, just focus. Do you feel my cock sliding? Do you feel the way my cock is perfect for your pussy? Focus on its width, the way your pussy surrounds it. Do you feel how my cock twitches sometimes? That’s because it wants to cum too. But I won't let it happen until I feel your pussy flooding me. I won’t let it happen, as long as my cock isn't squeezed by you, while you make yourself cum on my shaft.“

Eyes closed, you focused on Javi's words, on his warm voice, and on these sensations you were feeling. This big vein that rubbed against you. The crown of his cock paving the way for the rest of his shaft, with every movement of your hips.

You changed your angle, very subtly. And Javi's cock came to rub against this place that seemed so tiny, but which was finally making you feel what you were looking for. And you felt your orgasm grow.

“Keep talking Javi, please.”

“I love to feel you fucking me, using me. I love that you woke me up. Ready to rub you against my cock while I was still sleeping. You're a naughty girl, aren't you? I can't believe if I hadn't blackmailed you, Joel would still be the only one fucking you, Hermosa. Now my cock can't do without you. You know that, don’t you?”

You mumbled “Mmmm.”

“You know what, Hermosa? Tomorrow night, I'm gonna use you when you sleep. You’d like that I'm sure. Feeling my tongue, or my cock in your pussy as you wake up. Yeah, tonight I’m the one who’s gonna use you.”

He stopped talking for a few seconds, as your breathing accelerated, before whispering in your ear “I bet you’re just waiting for this, to be fucked in your sleep by this big fat cock, right?”

And it was as if he knew that with these words, your orgasm would explode. And he was right. Your orgasm came from deep inside you. From this tiny place you had been concentrating on for several minutes. You felt this wave of spasms, finally taking everything away, down to the tips of your fingers, up to your throat and to your mouth, where the sensation was so strong that you bit your lip to prevent you from screaming in his apartment, in the middle of the night.

“I told you,” he added, his mustache brushing against your neck again.

Your spasms were contracting Javi's cock, and while he held back from grabbing your hips and fucking you hard, he forced himself to stay still and focused on your pussy gripping his cock and squeezing it, until he pulled out. He fucked his fist, with three or four strokes of his wrist, and shot his cum on your ass.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, while he held you tight against him.

You finally got up to go to the bathroom, and when you came back he was lighting a cigarette.

“How do you manage to find more cigarettes?”

“Oh I pay a lot for that, Hermosa.”

You smiled before laying back against him. “I hope Joel’s okay,” you said.

"I’m sure he is. He’ll be back soon,” he added before kissing your forehead.

“I have to go take my shift. Stay here until you get yours, okay? And you come back here directly afterwards. The situation is improving but I don’t want you to risk anything.”

“Sure Javi. Thanks."

He was about to open the apartment door when you called him. “Javi?”

He turned around and looked at you questioningly.

"I agree, for tonight. For you to wake me up like you said."

He smiled, with that cheeky smile you loved so much, and then he left.

You took your shift sorting clothes, the day passed quickly and when you got home, Javi was already there. You went to shower and came back in your t-shirt and sleep shorts. You liked that he didn’t rush you. He hadn’t tried to kiss you, sensing that you weren’t comfortable yet with the idea of establishing this closeness in Joel’s absence either.

The radio turned on and started playing "Whole lotta love" by Led Zeppelin. You felt the tension in your shoulders release and you smiled.

“See? He’s ok. Tomorrow he’ll be back to you.”

He made dinner and you sat down at the table. You liked the way he carried himself. He was always teasing, smiling, so open. He was charming and playful.

After the meal, you watched him light a cigarette and your eyes swept over him, slowly. His hair, his mischievous and lively eyes, his nose, his lips. Then his broad shoulders, his biceps which stretched his t-shirt. You couldn't see more, sitting at the table, still you couldn't help but bite your lip.

“What are you thinking about, Hermosa?”

“Your cock. In my mouth.”

He laughed then his smile froze and you saw the change in his eyes. His cigarette in his mouth, still seated, he unzipped his jeans, without taking out his cock. You smiled and took the cigarette from his lips before taking a drag.

“So… you like this idea?”, you said playfully as you blew the smoke.

You placed the cigarette against his lips and he inhaled, before you took another drag and gave him the cigarette back.

“A lot,” he said.

You stood up from your chair and knelt down in front of him, looking at him. His gaze was fixed on you, waiting. You placed your hand on his bulge before applying a light pressure. With your thumb, you caressed his shaft which strained his jeans, then his balls.

You slipped your hand into his tight jeans, and pushed the fabric aside with your other hand to pull his cock out of the clothing without hurting him. He lifted his pelvis from the chair and you pulled on his pants to slide them off. He wasn't wearing any underwear, as usual.

His cock pointed towards the ceiling as you released it. You looked at it for a few seconds and said “Fuck… your dick is so gorgeous, Javi.”

He smirked and took a drag of his cigarette. God he was beautiful. So confident and sassy.

You sat up so you were right on top of his cock and let your saliva slide down, while Javi exhaled and the blue cigarette smoke enveloped you. You spread the saliva with your thumb, mixing it with his precum, your other fingers wrapped around his shaft.

��Tell me what you want, Javi.”

“Fuck, Hermosa… blow me. Wanna feel your lips on me.”

You smiled as you looked at him and your lips rounded around his tip, as your tongue pressed against his crown.

“Damn… I missed your mouth baby.”

You turned your hand as you parted your mouth and your tongue slid along his cock, until you reached his balls. With your thumb, you gently lifted them, while your tongue continued to go down. You followed the roundness of one of his balls with your tongue as you gently jerked him off, then moved on to the next one. He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your cheek. Without pressing.

The ash from his cigarette that he had now forgotten fell to the ground. He said “damnit” and crushed it in the ashtray.

“You forgot your cigarette, Javi?” you asked, smiling.

“See what you doin’ to me baby?”

You lapped at his balls and your tongue moved up towards his tip. You took him back into your mouth, this time going down his shaft. You didn’t stop until your nose was buried in his neatly trimmed hair, and you stopped, keeping him in your throat, your tongue sliding against his skin. You felt his hand tighten on the side of your cheek. You finally pulled back and caught your breath for a few moments, before pumping his cock again. You felt his precum flowing down your throat and you loved having his cock in your mouth so much, that you didn't plan to stop. But he caressed your cheek and said “wait, Hermosa. I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.”

You groaned and pulled away.

“Baby… I don’t wanna cum in your mouth when I have you to myself all night. Need to fuck your pussy.”

He stood up and held out his hand to you. Barely standing up, he grabbed your thighs and made you sit on the table before sweeping away what was left on it with his hand. He nuzzled your neck while one of his hands rested on the back of your neck. He pulled your t-shirt over your head and kissed your skin, placed kisses under your ear and moved down to your collarbone and then back up the other side of your neck.

“You’re mine tonight, Hermosa, right?” he asked you with a soft voice.

“I am, Javi.”

“Say it.”

“I’m yours tonight, Javi.”

He grabbed your hair in his hand and kissed you, pressing his cock against your pussy. “Oh god,” you said.

His tongue passed your lips and came to seek yours. Everything about him exuded sensuality. You slipped your hands into his hair and all you wanted was to feel him more.

“Lie down, baby” he said, pressing gently on your chest to accompany your movement. Once you were lying down on the table, he remained standing against you, grabbed the outside of your thighs with his hands, and pressed himself against your crotch again.

He pulled back to place his hand against your pussy through your shorts, and smiled as he felt the heat. You pushed your pelvis forward to increase the pressure and he said “tell me what you want, Hermosa.”

“Your cock, Javi. Please.”

He smiled and pushed your shorts aside. “Fuck… you’re soaked…” He ran his thumb along your folds and spread the wetness up to your clit.

He pulled your shorts off and took his cock in his hand, then placed his other hand on your hip. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, as if asking if it was okay for him to continue. You nodded and he thrust slowly, his second hand also resting on your hip now. He established a slow pace where he entered deeper and deeper with each movement of his hips.

Once deep inside your pussy he stopped for a few seconds, and asked you “how do you want me?”

“Rough”, you answered.

He pulled back, slowly. Before sinking suddenly and entirely. He looked at you again and you nodded. You felt his hands grip your hips tighter. And he took the rhythm you wanted: powerful and deep. You didn’t hold back a scream and he froze.

"No! Don’t stop. Fuck me rough, Javi. I mean it.”

“Fuck…”

He fucked you, his fingers digging into your skin, pushing you down onto his cock with each stroke of his cock.

“That’s what ya want?”

“Yeah! Fuck…yeah.”

“Make yourself cum. Afterwards you won’t be able to do it.”

You slid your hand up to your clit and rolled it under your index finger, trying to maintain pressure despite his strong movements. You felt him slow down and said “fuck, no. Don’t slow down.” He resumed his pace and you came under your finger, squeezing his cock with each spasm.

“Turn around,” he told you, as he pulled out of you. He didn't wait and grabbed your arm to turn you around.

You leaned over the table and he placed his hand on your cheek, pushing it against the table, while he entered your pussy and fucked you again. Your pussy continued to contract from your orgasm.

“Fuck… you’re so…. fucking tight.”

He kept the pressure on your cheek. He was fucking you so deep that your mind started to wander. You felt his balls tapping against your pussy.

“Fucking hell”, he said. He stopped and knelt down. “I need to calm down for a minute. Fuck.”

He spread your ass cheeks and licked your ass. You heard him groan as his tongue played with your ring. After a few minutes, he nibbled your ass cheek and got up, and sank into your pussy.

He leaned against you, still lying on the table, bit your shoulder and pulled your hair back. “You’re driving me crazy baby.” He stood up and grabbed your hair in his hand, leaning your head against the table again.

“Harder…harder, Javi. Please.”

“Oh god…” He fastened his movements and grabbed you by the shoulders for leverage. He was fucking you so hard that the table was moving forward with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled away and grabbed your arm, making you kneel. He held your head level with his cock, and jerked off.

“Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”

You waited, tongue outstretched, until the jets of cum reached your mouth and chin. He placed his cock on your tongue, and you licked his tip, swallowing each drop.

“Damnit baby, you’re such a whore.”

He helped you up and took a towel to dry you off. You went to bed a few minutes later.

“Are you ok, Hermosa?”

“I’m more than ok, Javi.”

You kissed him on the cheek and pressed yourself against him.

Javi asked you what the outings were about, and who Frank and Bill were. You told him about the regular supplies, the road to Lincoln. The fact that Joel and you always went there together, until now.

“He was right to leave without you, Hermosa. It was too dangerous, the Fireflies made everything complicated. That fucking Marlene is pissing us off."

“The Che Gevara of Boston…”

Javi sighed and said “yeah…” You continued to chat about life at the QZ, how Javi had gotten to Boston. And you fell asleep.

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Javi woke up when it was pitch black. Not a crescent moon. He felt the warmth of your body next to his, even though he could only make out a vague shape in the night.

Joel would be home soon, early in the evening, and you would go back to your home with him. And Javi didn't want you to leave without doing what he kept thinking about. He hesitated between eating you out and fucking you in your sleep. He hadn’t eaten your pussy since Joel left and he fucking wanted it. No, he needed it.

But the idea of entering you while you were still asleep, unprepared, or almost unprepared, so sure that you were going to squeeze him even tighter than usual, was tempting.

His cock stiffened instantly.

His eyes were getting used to the darkness and he could see you more. You were on your back, slightly turned towards him. One leg extended, and the other slightly bent. He knelt down at your feet, very gently, so as not to move the bed. His head was inches from your pussy, and now all he could think about was sticking his tongue in you. His cock would be buried in your pussy soon enough, now all he wanted to do was place  his head between your thighs. He pushed your bent leg slightly, to spread it. You groaned in your sleep, without waking up. He grabbed the calf of your outstretched leg, and gently pulled it up, before crawling to settle between your thighs. Miraculously, you didn't wake up.

He wet his lips with his tongue, and let his saliva flow onto your folds before sliding his tongue in a slow caress. He stopped just short of your clit, hoping to keep you asleep for a few more moments. He spread your folds with his thumbs and ran his tongue again, before searching the entrance to your pussy. Delicately at first, then less and less, as he fucked you with his tongue. He growled into your folds, it felt so good. He wished it could last longer, but he finally heard you moan.

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You woke up with a strange feeling in your lower abdomen. As if something unusual was happening. You tried to come to your senses and understand where you were. And you remembered. Javi's. It was night, you were waking up and… Oh fuck!

You understood that the sensation you felt was Javi's tongue deep in your pussy. And the heat felt was the orgasm that was already building. He worked hard, alternating between licking your most and trying to go as deep as possible.

“Oh god… Javi….” you placed your hands on his head, and grabbed his hair between your fingers, squeezing it.

“Fuck… Javi… I’m gonna cum… keep going. Please continue. Oh fuck… Javi. Javi… Oh my God!" you came in his mouth and he didn’t release you until your spasms stopped.

Then he came back up to you, and he kissed you, your taste invading your mouth.

"You liked it? Are you ok?"

“I hated it.”

He looked at you questioningly before laughing when he saw your eyes sparkle.

“Hermosa! You almost scared me!”

“You mean I scared the shit outta you,” you told him, laughing. “Come on, I’ll make it up to you.”

You grabbed him to flip him onto his back and straddled him. Your hand grabbed his cock and you impaled yourself on it in one motion. “Oh fuck, Javi.”

He grunted and put his hands on your hips, making you sink further into his cock. You leaned your head back, eyes closed, continuing to roll your hips.

“I’ve fucked you twice in 24 hours, Javi. I'm gonna end up believing you like it.”

“I don’t like it, I love it.” He spanked you lightly, before telling you “keep going, smart ass.”

You smiled, and continued for a few minutes. Then you leaned forward, your arms around his neck, and whispered in his ear, "Now be a good boy and fill my pussy."

He growled and pulled you closer to him before taking control of the movements. His cock was hitting the bottom of your pussy.

"Who's fucking who now, baby? Huh?"

You smiled against his ear and licked his earlobe before nibbling on it. “Fill me, Javi”, you murmured.

You heard him grunt louder until he froze, hips raised, and you pressed down on his cock while his cum was filling you. You rolled onto your side and rested your head on his torso, after kissing his cheek.

“God, I’m so glad you blackmailed us, Javi.”

He laughed.

Javi walked you back to your apartment in the late afternoon, before going to meet Joel.

“Thank you for everything, Javi.”

“You’re welcome, Hermosa.”

You held each other close, and you knew that your heart, although happy at the idea of seeing Joel again, was torn at the thought of no longer being with Javi.

Joel came home and as soon as he entered the apartment, you threw yourself into his arms.

“I missed you so much, Joel.”

“I missed you too, sweetheart. How are you?”

You didn't let go of him, and he caressed your back with his big hands.

"I'm fine. How was it? How are Bill and Frank?”

"Everything was fine, Bill and Frank are ok. They say hello to you. Well… Frank says hello.”

“That asshole”, you said, speaking about Bill.

“God I missed you, sweetheart.”

You buried your face in his neck and took off his coat.

“Come shower with me Joel. I want to feel you against me.”

You got into the shower and washed yourself off. You loved feeling his fingers in your hair while he was washing them. You held each other together countless times, until the hot water finally stopped. When you went to bed and faced each other, he asked you what happened at Javi's house. You blushed and lowered your head, embarrassed.

“Sweetheart, it’s ok. I told you something, remember?”

You nodded.

"So tell me."

You sighed, still embarrassed.

“Darling…would it help if I told you I jerked off thinking about both of you?”

“What?!”

“What can I say? It’s hot to watch you two fuck. I had no difficulty imagining it. So tell me, please.”

“Ok. Uh… The first evening, I was uncomfortable. Javi didn’t force anything, he saw that I wasn’t in the mood for it and we went to bed without doing anything.”

"Oh babe…”, he said, rubbing your shoulder. “And?”

“And I woke up that night, he was sleeping against me. I felt his cock against my ass and... I couldn't hold back, I rubbed my thighs against him while he was sleeping and... we fucked.”

“Oh… you naughty girl. Did he like it?”

You blushed before nodding.

“Of course he liked it,” Joel said before kissing your cheek.

“Tell me what happened next.”

“Last night, after dinner, I think I felt better and I wanted to… uh… blow him.”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“Show me how you blew him.”

You looked at him, knelt between his legs and sucked him just like you did with Javi.

“Damn sweetheart…. This mouth… Tell me what you did next.”

“He fucked me on the dining room table. I asked him to be rough with me.”

“Were you lying down or leaning over the table?

“At first, lying down, then leaning over.”

“Fuck…sweetheart…come here.”

You got up and he took your hand before leading you into the dining room.

“On the table, huh?”

"Yes…"

“Bend over, then.”

You leaned over and he took off your panties, kneeling down. He spread your ass cheeks with his hands, and said “you’re fuckin soaked, baby. Is it me that turns you on, or thinking about Javi?”

“Both, Joel...”

He stood up and whispered in your ear “You’re a fuckin slut..”

He grabbed his cock in his hand and thrust into you, his other hand on your shoulder. You grabbed the edge of the table with your hands to try to stay in place. Both of his hands were now on your shoulders.

“Shit, Joel…”

“What is it sweetheart? Forgot my big cock?”

“Fuck! No… of course no.”

“Good, because I haven’t forgotten this pussy. My pussy. Although the idea of you getting filled by Javi turns me on so much.”

He was pounding into you and you could barely keep yourself in place.

“Tell me what happened next.”

“We… fuck… we went to bed. And…damn Joel…he told me…god…that he would fuck me while I slept…and…. Oh my God Joel!"

Joel fucked you harder, hearing this.

“During your sleep uh?”

“Yeah…. fuck…yeah…”

“Tell me.”

“He ate me out. While I was sleeping. I woke up… shit… when he was eating me. Fuck... Fuck! I came almost after… after waking up.”

“Damnit sweetheart…Now I’ll have to wake you up with my big, fat cock. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes… mmmm…. yes I know”.

“What next?”

“After that, I rode him and fucked him.”

“Until he filled you with his cum?”

“Yeah… fuck… yeah.”

"Like that?"

You felt the jets of cum painting the inside of your pussy.

“Fuck, Joel…”

As soon as he finished cumming, he grabbed you to turn you around and made you lie down on the table.

“Joel, what-”

“You didn’t cum. Do you think I’d leave you without cumming?”

He was speaking while he was already licking your pussy, filled with his cum.

“God, Joel…”

You grabbed his head in your hands and lifted your feet to place them on the table. Spreading your thighs obscenely. Joel licked off everything, your wetness and his cum, before coming to place his lips against your clit and pointing his tongue at your clit.

“Joel…Joel…keep going. Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t” he said, running his tongue flat from your hole to your clit.

“Be a good girl and come for me. Come on my tongue baby.”

You tried to resist the orgasm you felt coming, the sensations were so strong and so good that you didn’t want it to end. You resisted as much as you could, until it was impossible, and you came in his mouth. You heard him growl again.

“Baby, I don’t know what happened to us since we met Javi, but I just want to see you fucked by our two cocks, again. We’re going back to his place tomorrow night. Ok?”

You smiled.

“Ok Joel.”

He helped you get up and held you in his arms. He kissed your cheek and said, “I love you, sweetheart.”

Part 4

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favorite color: light/pale pink

last book: last fiction book ive read is moon of the crusted snow by waubgeshig rice and the last non-fiction book ive read is how states think: the rationality of foreign policy by jj mearsheimer. not his best book but not a terrible read either!

last movie: i think it might be the wild robot. i thought the bit where all the animals were forced to get along was really stupid, also very noncredible depictions of a moose. 2/5.

last tv show: house md! recently finished the penguin and im also caught up with arcane

sweet/savory/spicy: savoury for sure, unless it's crêpes in which case sweet every time. i dont understand people who put ham and cheese or whatever in those like at that point just eat a sandwich or a burrito.

relationship status: with my gf for almost a year!

last thing I searched: "how to do accent circumflex on mac keyboard". otherwise i just spent a lot of time looking up articles about warfare in video games for a research paper proposal. i want to write about WMDs in sonic but there are so few game studies about anti-war themes in video games that i'm struggling and will need to use less direct sources.

current obsession: always thinking about my wip. am i writing it? well...

looking forward to: graduating university

bonus topics

favorite drink: double gin and tonic. i also raise you chugging half a wine cooler and then filling it up with like 5 shots of vodka, but im banned from doing that now. i also love sangria and jaeger bombs. non alc is DR. PEPPER

song playing on a loop in your head: in my bag by flo and glorilla.

current favorite character: im not the kind of person who really obsesses over characters, but ive been loving knuckles a lot lately so maybe him.

fun activity you would like to get into: im easing back into it but higher level DDR/pump it up

last video game: overwatch. im cracked at dva

last comic/graphic novel: im behind on DC and havent read any manga lately so probably IDW sonic.

tagging (no pressure tho fr): @onesecretperson @khalewren @dreaminginmysoup @rooftop--runner @whisper-and-tangle @dablaanash @lunapegasus @teemdark @the-avr-dude @hishighnesstheprincess

[twistedwonderworm]

Hey hi! Saw ur match up event and just decided to join in for fun ! ^^

1. My prefered nickname would be yuji.

2. I would like to use he/they as my preferred pronouns.

3. And for personality ! Im known as a rather introverted person, but once i open up, you would think im a whole new person, really. I love shiny objects and rings. If you know me alot, you know i go on my pc and phone 24/7. Mainly just to do digital art, even play video games ( or just to tell you about all the drama lately. ) I rlly like ouji , v-kei fashion. If you like to listen to music with me, you would normally hear malice mizer songs. ( ily mana sama <3 ) I tend to zone out, and doodle in class alot.I really dislike getting looked at by multiple people and speaking publicly if millions of people are hearing me. I like to have my own space and be alone from time to time. I get stressed out over some small things and i have some rlly bad anxiety, i forget alot of things so i have to get reminded alot. I hate hot weather and cold weather. ..Loud people are a no for me.

4. I would like somebody short but could beat anybodys ass, somebody who can speak for me. If they have interest in my paintings or crochet animals i make, i get attached to them alot. I want somebody who gifts me tiny, but good gifts i can cherish. If they can help me with fashion then i would love them, love in i would jump in front of a train for them. ( when it comes to outfits, please dont trust me ) Somebody who would be a little bossy but yet fun, Somebody who is similar with me. Like they understand me. I dont mind somebody who is on social media 24/7, as long as they can have the time to spend time with me or go on dates. I do like patient people who let me take my time instead of rushing me. Somebody who i can tell secrets to and they would actually keep it secret, if they hate the same person as me then i could spend all day just talking shit about that same person w/ them. I like somebody who can play intruments, like violin, guitar or drums, ( etc )

5. i cannot stand vargas, sebek and rook omfg.

6: ehh, im on the fence abt faculty but sure.

im so sorry if theres any spelling errors , bye !

Hi!!! This match was a little hard to decide on but I think I got one! Sorry this is super late too.

The small but strong willed Kapre EPEL FELMIER!!

Epel is only really loud when he gets really angry, but beyond that, he's pretty perfect. If you need some alone time, he'll be okay with it. Sure he'll be looking forward to hanging out, but he's not overly clingy. And you know that he loves to shit talk people if both of you dislike them.

If you need time, he won't rush you because that's not the type of person he is. But when you want to go out on a date, he's absolutely over the moon, and won't hesitate to hold your hand as often as he's able to. He's also short, but that's not going to stop him if anyone messes with you two.

🍎🍎🍎🍎🍎

The night was clear, the stars twinkling high above in the dark sky. The breeze was gentle and the temperature was neither too cold or too hot. It was the perfect night for a date, but this wasn't a date. Right?

Yuji was taking a walk with Epel, and he was confused by how the Kapre was holding his hand. Epel was so confident about it too, not seeming nervous as he talked to Yuji while they walked. What were they exactly? They had gotten quite close over the last few months, but it felt like something had changed between them.

"What are we?" The question caused Epel to stop talking, stopping in his tracks to look at the human.

"What do you mean what are we?" He asked them, tilting his head.

"Like what is our relationship?" Yuji looked down at their intertwined hands. Epel noticed that he looked down, and his face flushed. But he wasn't going to back down from this.

"It can be whatever you want it to be," the Pomfiore student replied. "I may have feelings for you, but if you don't reciprocate them, it's fine." He was bracing for the rejection that was surely coming.

Instead, Yuji smiled, and he let out a sigh of relief, "Well that's good because I have feelings for you too."

Epel was shocked, "You do?"

Yuji nodded and smiled, pulling Epel a little, "I do. Let's continue our walk. It can be our first date."

[withleeknow]

lmao thank you for sharing your microwave-daylight savings-dream TMI 👀☁️ what if I told you that same night our 🐈‍⬛ popped up in one of my dreams? (my TMI: I'm the type of person who has countless dreams but the second I wake up they're usually lost to the ether like i couldn't tell you what our rockstar was doing but I'm sure it was a fantastic dream)

in continuation of our miffy saga: the same SIL made this beauty for my bday last year - we.tl/t-cg4Pq7vIJM - and there's this pop-up in ldn rn and the temptation vm.tiktok.com/ZGd8bqeXW/

a very happy very very very belated mimo/ksj1 day (let's brush past the fact it's literally d+7) ♡ our moon has been booked and busy - thoughts on I'll be there? she's like super tuna's less chaotic, more demure, gentle dopamine release cousin 🌕

oh oh and happy blogiversary! thank you for existing as you do and nurturing this blog ♡ [sidebar: october 23rd? fantastic gift for mimo day. I love your longer works/series but sometimes, your angst hits different in these oneshots- the closeness and vulnerability in lost cause has my head fucking spinning.] I didn't enter your inbox thinking we'd be sharing what feels like a single braincell with our constantly overworked microwave and now I've come to realise how big of a part you've played in my kpop resurgence this year and now I'm rambling ily- it's been a while since I've dived into the skz rabbithole: they're all looking like greek gods this tour PLS vm.tiktok.com/ZGd8bBCaH/

+ for the kpop ask game: 14 and 49! 👀

i don't usually remember my dreams that well either but that morning my bladder woke me up and i really did NOT wanna wake up bc it was such a cute dream so i tried to fall back asleep. it was SO cute, we were in a ♡△ with mimo 🤣 crazy that the microwave is even haunting our subconscious and on the same night no less. red string >:)

the cake is ADORABLE you have the best sister in law omg, and she MADE that?? 😭 and the pop-up oh my goddd please tell me you're giving in to the temptation. if i had a miffy pop-up near me i would be on a MISSION to put a dent in my wallet. i need everythinggg 😭 (also, foul of you to include a sneaky microwave attack while i was going all uwu over miffy)

'i'll be there' is so on theme with his solo releases so far. while everyone else is getting naked ("cHaPtEr TwO iSn'T aBoUt TaKiNg OuR sHiRtS oFf 🤥) he's still all "i love youuu 🥰 i'll be there for youuu 🥰" and i love it so much lol and i love the song 😭 she really is super tuna's cousin lollll. have you watched this yet? seeing him with his pink mic is just so... :((( he really is back our seokjinnie 😭

thank youuu and thank you for reading 🥹 i do be pretty self-indulgent lately 🥸 no but seriously, you've been so important in my skz journey too. i never really branch out in kpop fandoms and i mostly just keep to myself on tumblr (which erhm is admittedly a little lonely sometimes but whatever lol) so honestly i am so glad that you somehow found your way here :( i must sound like a broken record atp bc i say it every couple weeks but it's true !! years later when i think back to fangirling over skz in my mid 20s i will remember an 🍙 that made the experience so much more enjoyable :') <3

the whiplash of going from this ^ to this good lord. the way my eye twitched watching that. he is AWFUL he is DISGUSTING 🫠 and FELIX, the way my eyes widened and i literally said "oh my god" out loud lmao

as for the ask game heheh

14. name 3 idols you'd want to accompany you during a zombie apocalypse

mimo for sure. and not bc i am heavily biased 🤣 i feel like he would be resourceful and at least have some survival instincts lol. second pick jay 🥰 imo he's pretty similar to mimo so having 2 of them can't possibly be the worst thing 🤣 third pick probably jungkook bc let's be real among the tannies he's the most capable of keeping me alive lol but i KNOW his annoying ass would get on my last nerve

49. your favorite kpop songs from this year (2024)

^ the 2024 extended version counts !!!

(does the txt one count if it's japanese lol)

[orioo]

Playlist to Set the Moods

a long and sudden conversation about this story with my good friend (yuri, if you’re reading this, ily <3) made me realize just how many songs have inspired me to write certain details, have influenced my decisions in the creaiton of this project and/or have set me in the right mood for whatever scene i was coming up with or describing.

so, obviously, i compiled them all in a playlist! :D originally it was simply meant to be shared with my friend, since it was a subject we discussed, but then inspiration took over and ... well ... this is the labor of it.

i have yet to familiarize myself with spotify, so the playlist can be found on youtube right here! i wish everybody a pleasant time listening! ^^

ahead i will list all the songs in their respective order (+links) and offer a small explanation as to what mood they’re meant to represent - both for myself, so i won’t forget, and for you, dear readers <3

1. Curses - The Crane Wives: funky and jazzy song that sets the ambience of the world - light fantasy/medieval with a sprinkling of magic. it could also fit the positive feel of the witches, as well as offer a slight description of their habitat.

2. Afterglow - Ed Sheeran: how Filip is seen through Kaji’s eyes, when the pining is at its peak and after he has come to terms with his romantic feelings. could also be called Kaji’s pining theme song.

3. Heaven Knows - Five For Fighting: this song determined me to have Filip die at the end of the final battle for justice. however, i’m a weak-hearted person that has gotten way too attached to these characters. he won’t be dying, but he will be on the brick of death for the sake of Milo’s character arc apex. it’ll also help Kaji figure out his feelings run deeper than he thought! :D tldr; this song fits Filip’s almost death scene.

4. Queen of Nothing - The Crane Wives: Phala’s self-doubts and uncertainties about herself as a goddess and her (very important) role of the mender. this only applies to the beginning of their adventures - as the apostles train and begin being more in sync with their powers, Phala grows significantly more confident in her abilities and the subteam’s potential.

6. Sunshine - OneRepublic: Milo’s feel good theme song ^w^

5. The Moon Will Sing - The Crane Wives: Shreya and Maple’s relationship theme song. can especially be seen from Shreya’s view - she has been a merenary her whole life; somebody that has no home and is only appreciated for her prowess in battle, but Maple has chosen and loved her for herself.

after main6 get detected as magic users by the upper class elders, 2 of the best fighters across all A.G hqs get sent after them to hunt down their source or magic - if external, then to be destroyed, if internal, then detainment and further actions would be decided. one man and one woman; of which the man will be Phala’s love interest towards the end of the series. they’re not necessarily villains, but have been brought up with the conception that all magic wielders are evil. those 2 (currently still unnamed) have been in a relationship at some points, but broke off and remained partners in combat - they can;t really stand eachother though.

7. A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard: brief explanation needed for this and some other songs ahead. read below then return. welcome back! this song has the perfect vibes for the woman. (ugh, i hate having unnamed characters)

8. Running with the Wolves (WolfWalkers Version) - AURORA: the official Main6 theme song! :D they’re a happy bunch of strangers turned friends that are loyal to eachother; similar to wolves! the song also feels adventurous, which is exactly the genre of my story ^^

9. Touch The Sky (From "Brave"/Soundtrack) - Julie Fowlis - perfect theme song for a training montage in which the apostles learn to use their powers. featuring lots of hilarious fails, endearing bonding moments between the protagonists and emotion-filled hugs of success.

10. Queendom (Harp Version) - AURORA: roll credits song in which ‘queendom’ refers to the Kingdom. presents the outcome of every character we’ve become aquainted with and their respective character arc’s resolution. must be noted that Filip will get a dedicated moment at minute 2:50 of the song in which he will kneel before his brother’s grave as the new king of his region.

12. Far From Home (The Raven) - Sam Tinnesz: Kaji’s theme song - more specifically his way of viewing the world before Filip saved him from himself. as an orphan, he never really had a home. that is, until Filip took him under his wing and became his brother (brotherhood was Kaji’s initial way of perceiving their relationship, way before he realized that his feelings run way deeper than a familial bond). 

11. Sleeping Giants - The Crane Wives: the overall song represents the adventure theme of this story. the chorus (specifically the last one where "i feel something calling me" is repeated 4 times) depicts the 4 apostles each hearing their amulet for the first time and obtaining it! kudos to the crane wives for making up almost half my list. :D

13. Killing Butterflies - Lewis Blissett: the vibe-setting song of the man from the enemy duo (bruh, calling them ‘the man’ and ‘the woman is so flippin weird urghhhhhhh. let’s call them EW and EM as in enemy woman and enemy man). he might seem a bit of a psycho, but he’s mentally stable, i swear.  ... well ... yeah, i don’t and won’t apologize for anything related to this man. i’ll make sure he deserves Phala by the end though, since Phala deserves only the best <3

14. Natural - ImagineDragons: Shreya’s theme baby! she’s a natural fighter, wanderer and -surprise- apostle! imagine dragons does her justice so well, my god.

15. Hell's Comin' with Me - PoorMansPoison: Main6 fighting song :D they might be a childish and bubbly squad in their leisure time, but when it’s time to get serious, i can assure you that they are professionals - at least, after they recieve their training ^^”.

16. HUSHH - AViVA: bit of a surprise with this one. Maple’s not a villainous character, being Piper’s sister and Shreya’s eventual lover and all, but don’t forget that she is a witch and has been on the run from humans her whole life. she has lost her sister to their hands and plenty of other witches from her colony. this turned her into a slightly cunning character, with (some) moments of dubious morality. feel like this song encapsulates her devious side pretty well.

18. High Horse - The Crane Wives: Filip’s song. he’s a high horse - a prince!, but he has a ‘heavy crown’ with all the burdens he must carry as a 2nd son to the throne and all the prejudices thrown his way for his seer nature. “we get what we deserve” just sounds like Filip a lot, also. poor man’s used to all those mistreatments, so bless Kaji’s soul for being the temperamental one in their relationship and not standing for others bullshit. (potty language, sorry!)

17. It Took Me By Surprise - Maria Mena: defines the toxic relationship between EW and EM, while it was a thing. it could also give a feel of their current team dynamic - they detest eachother but have eachother’s backs, hence they are a good combo on the battlefield.

19. Cosmic Love - florencemachine: not exactly sure what this might represent, but it gives me such a good feeling that i couldn’t not include it. it could be about a relationship. it could also be about Phala’s role as the mender of the subteam. kinda leaning towards it being Phala’s battle song, honestly, since she does kind of adore the galaxy, and it sounds celestial enough to fit a goddess.

20. Colors of the Wind - Judy Kuhn: Maple’s theme song. it mostly sums up her ordinary persona, as well as her witch nature and the aesthetics of it and the wilderness. the savage mention at the beginning refers to the humans’ preconceptions of witches.

(more to come)

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Ravenous (Part 3)

Pairing: Steven Grant x Avatar!Reader, slight Marc Spector x Avatar!Reader

Word Count: 4420

Warnings: Violence, language, canon divergence, angst, fluff

Summary: He mostly resided in Marc’s mind, hiding in reflections or fading into obscurity during missions. He was a risk, a liability to both you and Marc, and he had no desire to get in the way and cause more harm.

Hey! I'm new to the Moon Knight fandom :) Hope you all like this thing I wrote.

This is the final part! Thank you to those who came along for the ride, I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart :)

And (again) special thank you to @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for making the gorgeous moodboard and beta reading this monstrosity. ILY <3 Check out her work, you won't be disappointed!

Part 1, Part 2

When Steven saw you again, it was through the eyes of Marc.

It always felt strange being on the other side. He hadn't gotten used to it as Marc had after so many years. It was like being wrapped in tin foil, tightly pressed, and compacted until he was nothing more than a tiny ball of mass. 

It felt awful. Suffocating.

Steven noted his surroundings. He wasn’t sure where you both were.

It was hot, blazing even, the sun unforgiving as it beat down over them. Steven was unfamiliar with the landscape. It looked like something out of a National Geographic magazine or one of those nature documentaries he’d sometimes watch. They were obviously quite far from London.

It was a dry climate, the ground below cracked and powdery, bits of dust flying about with the arid breeze. 

You were both kneeling behind a massive dead bush at a cliff edge, peering down at something Steven couldn’t make out.

You weren’t in your suit, he noticed, and neither was Marc, which made him think you weren’t on a mission. 

That was odd. 

Were you both having…a moment? And in a foreign country? Steven didn't know the extent of your interactions with Marc other than Khonshu and Sekhmet's missions. He was blacked out for most of them, lost in darkness while you both did whatever it was you had to do.

It unsettled him, just as it did the night you weren't healing. And why should it? He had his Tarzan moment with you, hands briefly touching—and what? Was something supposed to come from that? Steven didn't think so.

Marc was better suited for you, he always thought so. He understood the moral ramifications of being an avatar. He understood the pain and guilt of it. He understood the exhaustion. 

"Steven," Marc suddenly spoke, his American accent cutting hard through the silence, "I can feel you brooding, man, calm down. You're making my stomach hurt."

Oh, sorry! Didn't mean to do that. Where are we, anyway?

"Kenya."

In bloody Africa? 

"Your geography skills are outstanding, buddy."

Wanker. What are we doing here?

"We're on a mission for lion lady." 

Oh, so it was a mission, then. Steven thought you did those alone. After all, you made most of your moves during the early morning hours while Marc and Steven moved exclusively at night. 

What about your suits?

“Not yet,” Marc grumbled, “now keep quiet.”

Oi, don't do that. What’s the sodding mission? 

Steven could hear Marc sigh in annoyance and if there were any reflections nearby he could use, he knew he would’ve seen Marc rolling his eyes by now. It was a trait they, unfortunately, both shared.

“Would ya stop askin’ so many questions?”

“A pair of imbeciles.” You muttered to yourself, your hawk eyes trained on whoever it was you had to kill.

“You mean a trio? You’re giving yourself way too much credit there, sweetheart.” Marc countered back, smirking when you stuck your tongue out at him.

Was that you being charming? Marc, you absolute prick.

“Can’t be helped, it’s in the genes.”

“What, being an asshole?” You jokingly asked before adding, “You do ask a ton of questions, though, Steven.”

Is she taking the piss? Unbelievable.

You were amused, Steven could tell even through the slight haziness of his vision. He’d learned to read you better, and although he wasn’t fluent in your language, he viewed it as progress. 

He could make out your profile, the tip of your nose, the upward curve of your lips. 

You were squinting, eyes fighting against the brightness of the sun. You had a pair of binoculars that hung around your neck through which you looked periodically. 

The sight of you made Steven want to take over, wanting to push Marc into the darkness of their dusty mind if it meant he could spend a couple of quiet moments with you. 

He was like a lovesick schoolboy. As if you’d ever have him in that way. 

You were tough, a fighter, and one hell of a woman, and he was just...Steven. He liked books and Egypt. And he liked you. A lot.

It felt strange admitting that to himself but there it was.

“Poachers, Steven,” you finally answered, as if you heard him ask the question in your own mind, “we’re hunting lion poachers.”

Seriously? 

“Their pelts are being sold in the black market.” Marc continued. 

“And naturally, Sekhmet isn’t too happy about it," you added, peeking through the binoculars, "They're moving camp, that's our queue."

Why are we even here?

"Khonshu's orders. The stupid bird can't say no to the love of his life."

You snorted at Marc's statement, tossing the binoculars aside and letting your suit engulf you in a blur of red. "It's time," you looked over at Marc with glowing eyes, "you ready or what?”

“Yeah,” Marc grunted in response, letting the white wrappings of his suit slither over his limbs like snakes, “but you’re helping us with that damn scarab later.”

“Not like I have much of a choice, Spector,” you pointed out, “I’m gonna get a head start. Oh, and Steven?” you regarded Marc carefully, hoping Steven was listening, “don’t fight Marc on this, you fucking hear me? Let him deal with it or Sekhmet won’t be happy.” There was an edge in your tone, a sharpness that didn't go unnoticed. With that, you hopped off the cliff edge, a fall that would’ve easily killed anyone else but was nothing short of elegant when you landed on your feet.

What does she mean by that? Steven panicked, watching you slowly descend on the hunting party, just as a lion would, with a lack of fear and an unnatural grace in every one of your movements. 

Marc sighed.

“The reason Sekhmet didn’t heal her the night we fought Ammit and her disciples was that she got hurt trying to save us, Steven, trying to save you.”

Steven remained silent, processing the information.

He remembered. 

He remembered his anxiety, his overwhelming fear that struck him like lightning during the fight. And he remembered your face, the panic as rare as gemstones that was etched over your features.

So it was his fault, really. 

You were growing “soft” because of him. You were punished by an immortal being because of him.

“I know you care for her,” Marc cut into his thoughts, hopping off the ledge of the cliff once he saw you attack, never breaking a sweat or losing his breath, “Christ, she’s pricklier than a fucking cactus, but I care about her, too. And that’s why I’m better suited for these missions. You got a lot to learn. Khonshu is a bastard, but lion lady is worse. Remember that.”

Screams erupted from the campsite, and Marc joined you in the massacre.

»»————-���☾　————-««

Steven rarely took the body after that.

He mostly resided in Marc’s mind, hiding in reflections or fading into obscurity during missions. He was a risk, a liability to both you and Marc, and he had no desire to get in the way and cause more harm.

He felt useless, utterly inadequate.

He lost his job at the museum, no thanks to Harrow and his disciples. Marc handled the situation but Steven had to deal with the consequences, sitting in an office full of his superiors insinuating he was going fucking bonkers. 

It was humiliating, to say the least.

The little business card his boss had given him to seek help was in the trash bin later that day, ripped up by Marc almost immediately after taking control for another mission. “Nothing’s wrong with us,” Marc had snapped, “don’t let these people fill your head with bullshit.”

As if their mind could handle any more bullshit.

With no job, Steven kept to himself, only taking full control in his flat where he felt most comfortable, surrounded by his favorite books and a good cup of coffee in his hands.

But his absence didn’t go unnoticed. 

“So, Steven’s ignoring me, huh?” You asked one night after a mission, leaning against your kitchen counter, watching Marc devour his takeout. Thankfully, you both made it back in time before the last Chinese restaurant in your neighborhood closed for the night. “What’s wrong with him? I haven’t seen him in weeks.”

You’d drop by Steven’s flat occasionally, either after a mission or just because you were bored, mostly lonely, but he never made much of an appearance. You saw him less and less and fought alongside Marc a lot more, anger and viciousness clouding your every waking moment.

“I wouldn’t call it ignorin’,” Marc answered with a mouth full of steaming rice, “you know how…sensitive he is.”

I am not bloody sensitive! 

Marc ignored him, devouring the rest of his veggie stir fry eagerly. 

You looked irritated, arms crossed over your chest, eyes as sharp as knives, and lips set in a tight line. It had been a while since Steven had seen that look on your face, such a while in fact that you seemed like an entirely different person already. He watched you grow snappish and irritable again. 

Sekhmet must have reveled in it, purring like a house cat in your mind after every kill, feeding off you like a parasite.

"Sensitive about what? Not fighting? Because—"

"It's not that. Not exactly."

Marc, you better not.

"Then what is it?" You insisted, your gaze steady on Marc, hoping to catch just one glimpse of Steven in those dark eyes.

"Jesus, am I not enough for you, sweetheart?" Marc joked, something he'd been doing more of lately, and usually, you gave in to the flirty banter and the bickering, but this time you weren't amused.

You liked Marc, and that was saying a lot. You were similar in more ways than you could count and it was nice to be in the company of someone who understood you. It was like looking into a mirror sometimes, the reflection familiar and comfortable. 

But you liked Steven, too, and that was saying even more. His absence was loud, and you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it to them, but you had missed him way more than you probably should have.

"I will snap you in half." You threatened Marc, grabbing the closest object on the counter, a wooden chopstick, thankfully, and sent it flying across the kitchen toward Marc. He caught it with ease, using the one stick to stab into a piece of broccoli before shoving it in his mouth.

"You gotta understand, Steven isn't like us. He actually has…feelings, ya know?" Your brows furrowed at the comment.

Way to go, Marc, that was brilliant. Exactly what she wants to hear, you twat.

"Probably why she likes you a lot more, huh?" Marc muttered quietly, taking a swig of his canned beer before continuing in a louder tone, "Steven just doesn't want to see you hurt because of him." You snorted.

"I'll be fine—"

"No, you don't fucking get it," Marc's tone changed suddenly, the timbre of his voice shifting into something much lower, "he doesn't want to be the reason lion lady punishes you any further. He blames himself. You may not think much of it, or even care, but Steven does. We both do." 

Can you just kill me? Is that possible, Marc? Ask Khonshu.

“Shut up, Steven,” Marc growled, and Steven hyper-focused on your eyes as they narrowed, probably even more irked knowing he was conscious and listening.

“Doesn’t mean he has to hide all the time.” You snapped, annoyed with your own reaction. You were revealing way too much of yourself.

“You can take that up with him, sweetheart.”

“How?” You barked, your shoulders sagging down in defeat. You were quiet after that, the plastic Tupperware in your hands sweating from the heat of your forgotten food.

I’ve gone and made things worse, haven't I?

“He’s not doing it to hurt you, you know.” Marc ran a hand through his dark curls. He wanted a way to pacify you both, but his need to protect Steven was strong.

“I’m not hurt.” You argued.

“Mhm.” Marc wasn’t convinced.

“It’s fine,” you said with a shrug, tossing your uneaten food into your empty fridge, rubbing your tired eyes, “I'm going to bed. you can stay if you want, or not, doesn't really matter."  

Before heading to your bedroom you looked over your shoulder, a look in your eyes they've never seen before.

“I have feelings too, you know,” you said, directing it to both Marc and Steven, “may not seem that way because I’m always, ya know,” you aimlessly waved a hand around to help with your point, “angry.” You shrugged, your vulnerability cracking through.

"Tell Steven not to beat himself up. I can handle Sekhmet. I would risk her wrath anytime if it meant keeping him safe. Both of you,” You paused for just a second to collect your thoughts, “he’s not alone. He should know that by now.” Your face hardened again as if you didn't say a heartfelt thing at all. And then you retreated into your room, the door immediately closing. 

“Since when did I become the messenger and the fucking therapist?” Marc rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter. 

I dunno but you’re quite shit at it, mate. 

“I know. But I think that was the nicest thing I’ve ever heard her say.”

Should I go talk to her? I feel like a twit. Steven answered with a sigh.

"Give her some time." Marc tossed out his Tupperware, padding over to your old sofa and taking a seat with a deep sigh.

Shouldn’t we go?

"Wanna make sure she's okay.”

What happened to ‘she’s a grown woman, she can handle herself’?

“Shut up, Steven,” Marc muttered, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

☾☾☾

In the morning, it was Steven who woke up.

He was still in the same position Marc had fallen asleep in except there was a blanket draped over him.

He looked around your empty flat with heavy eyes, stretching his legs and flexing his toes.

Running his hands through his hair he felt something stuck to his forehead. It was a yellow sticky note with red ink scrawled over it in what he assumed was your chicken scratch handwriting. Leave it to you to have nothing in your flat but vodka, sticky notes, and a red pen.

Out on a mission.

Fishermen off the coast of Scotland.

There are keys on the coffee table if you want them.

Shifting his eyes toward the coffee table there were two keys held by a metal keyring neatly placed over the false wood. Steven reached forward and grabbed them, feeling the weight of them in his palm before jamming them into the pocket of Marc’s sweats.

He looked over at the window. It was still early in the morning. 

He might as well stay around until you come back if only to talk.

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Steven was in your small kitchen, shuffling around making lunch when he heard a loud bang from your bedroom before you emerged, your red suit still on.

He was startled at first only remembering a second later that you had a ceiling window and that you probably slithered in that way. 

You stared at him, confusion clouding your features.

“Hey, Grouch.” He greeted you, his hands immediately moving forward over his front to twiddle his fingers together in his anxiousness. His accent wasn’t so obvious in his greeting but the separating factor between him and Marc were the nicknames they had for you.

“Steven Grant? Could it really be you?” The sarcasm radiated off you as you slowly shuffled forward, exhaustion clear in the way you carried yourself, “What are you doing here?” Your suit disappeared, revealing your usual cargo pants, t-shirt, and Steven’s denim jacket.

“Oh, you know, just makin’ some lunch,” he shrugged as if it were a usual occurrence, cooking in your kitchen, "you hungry?"

He had prepared veggie burgers with sweet potato chips in the one pan you owned, presenting them on paper plates he had to grab from the store since you didn't even have that in your kitchen cupboard. Steven offered you the plate when you finally approached him, holding the burger between the two of you like a peace offering.

You look between Steven and the plate as if there were danger lurking behind his intentions. You were still in adrenaline mode from your mission, your chest heaving a bit from the climb into the ceiling window. 

He watched as you grasped the plate tightly in your hand, tight enough to disintegrate the paper if you really wanted to.

You scanned the burger and chips, your stomach growling at the smell.

"I'm mad at you." You finally muttered, picking at a chip and shoving it into your mouth.

“Uh, I know,” Steven said, twiddling his fingers again, willing his heart to stop hammering in his chest, “I just wanted to make lunch and talk about it, I s’pose.” He beamed as soon as you bit into the veggie burger, pleased with himself when you closed your eyes for a moment in approval of the taste.

“So talk.” You urged with your mouth full, leaning against your counter as you always did when eating.

“Uh, well…” shit. He didn’t plan this far ahead. 

A huff escaped you as you set your paper plate down on the counter beside Steven’s. 

He could swear an amused glint flashed in your eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? Or am I gonna have to force it out of you?” You asked, picking up a chip and using it to point at him before pressing it past your lips. 

Steven watched your movements for a moment before sighing and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I dunno, guess I’ve been feelin’ like a burden lately. A proper twit. I lost my job, ya know.” He couldn’t meet your gaze, keeping his sight on his barely touched food. 

“Fuck 'em, they didn’t deserve you. Too smart for them anyway.” You popped another chip in your mouth, savoring the subtle sweetness before noting Steven’s sad eyes. “You’re worried.” You concluded.

“Why didn’t you tell me what lion lady was doing to you was because of me?” 

“Because I didn’t want to worry you, Steven,” you sighed, “‘sides, there are too many factors involved. And I’m just…tired. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Of course, I’m going to bloody worry!” He didn’t realize how close you both have gotten to each other, eyes now locked completely, “I care about you, Grouch!” There was silence after his declaration, something as simple as those words rang loud and heavy between them. “Worry is all I do if you haven’t noticed.” He added quietly.

You blinked up at him, a smirk stretching across your lips as you watched him squirm under your intense gaze. 

“You care about me?” You snorted with a shake of your head, “I’m a nightmare to deal with, you know this.”

“Oh no, love,” Steven defended, grasping your hand in his, “you’re not so bad once your shell cracks a bit.” You looked down at both his hands clasped over your own, feeling the warmth that radiated off him. You were cold, Steven realized, but he let go of your hand, suddenly extremely self-conscious.

“Well, if it’s any consolation,” you said, just as quietly, “I care about you, too. More than you know.”  

The admission had Steven shuffle back as if he received a punch to the gut. His lips parted in an attempt to say something, anything, but words failed him. 

“I guess it’s true, I’m getting soft, huh?” You joked as your eyes fluttered down to his lips, watching how his tongue darted out to moisten them before you surged forward to kiss him. 

It was short and sweet, so unlike you in the face of a fight. Just a light tap that promised so much more. You licked his lower lip, tugging on it gently with your teeth before pulling away. 

You didn’t get far as Steven curled his hand over the back of your neck, pulling you close again to steal another kiss from you.

It was a clash of teeth in the beginning before he found his rhythm, his lips learning to move in sync with your own. The tip of his tongue poked out every so often to clumsily offer you little kitten licks. 

You hummed, bringing your body flush against his, sighing once you felt his warm hand grip your waist, hesitantly at first, his thumb drawing tiny circles over the skin under your t-shirt.

Steven was on fucking cloud nine. 

You tasted a bit sweet from the chips and a bit savory from the veggie burger, but the tiniest taste of iron lingered and settled on his tongue. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of you ravenous and wild just before this.

He felt your fingers dance over his arms, gripping his bicep so tight that a whimper escaped him, and you took the opportunity to plunge your tongue into his mouth to explore, your hands moving to run your fingers through his messy curls. You tugged the dark strands, gently at first and then a bit rougher, exposing his neck to you. You dragged your nose over his exposed skin, breathing in his scent before licking a stripe up the delicate skin.

“You’re killing me, love,” Steven whined as you smiled against his skin, his eyes closing as he savored your touch. He pulled away from you for only a moment to drag his lips over your brow in a fleeting kiss, pulling you back in for a tight hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t want you to get hurt ‘cause of me.” He mumbled into your skin, his nose catching the scent of the Scottish sea in your hair. You shifted in his arms so that you could look him in the eyes. 

“I need you to trust me when I say I can handle Sehkmet,” you run your thumb over the concerned lines that wrinkled his brow, your touch so gentle despite the damage you could truly cause, “I’ve been her avatar long enough to appease her. What you’re not gonna do,” You continued, jabbing your finger into his chest with force to make your point clear, “is run into a fight you’re not ready for, like a proper twit.”

Steven would’ve smiled at your use of one of his terms if he weren’t so embarrassed. His cheeks were blazing. How could he be with someone who he couldn’t protect? He couldn’t even protect himself.

That’s why you have me, idiot.

Steven turned to look at the glass of your cupboard, the reflection revealing Marc's stern eyes looking back at him. But there was something else swimming in his eyes, something dark and sad and just a bit lonely, but Steven couldn’t focus on it for too long, not when you were pressed against him like a cat begging for attention.

“I don’t mean to say it in a hurtful way,” you clarified, turning his cheek back so that his eyes met yours again, “Marc is better suited for the missions. For now. That’s not to say you can’t fight, I’ve seen you in action. You pack a mean punch,” Steven felt his chest puff out in pride, deflating a tad when you continued, “but I’d rather not see you hurt either, got it?” The sternness in your tone suddenly crept up and had Steven squirming again for entirely different reasons.

“Got it, boss,” Steven said, a goofy smile forming over his lips that was as blinding as the sun, though it disappeared as quickly as it came when it was swapped for one of his more serious looks. “Just one thing.”

“Mm?”

“You can talk to me, ya know. That whole bottling-up emotions thing you and Marc do? That’s not healthy. You can talk to me. Please.” His eyes were so sincere, so full of love that you could’ve melted right then and there. Since when did Steven have that kind of power over you?

You pursed your lips in thought and Steven had to suppress the urge to rush forward to capture your lips again, choosing instead to patiently await your answer. 

“Got it, boss,” you ultimately decided, repeating his own words, “I’ll try my best.” 

“Promise?”

“Mhm.”

“Brilliant.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you shoved your hand in your pocket, presenting Steven with a crinkled piece of paper, “I got you a postcard.” 

Steven took it delicately in his hands, smoothing out the postcard gently over the counter. It was an illustrated image of the Loch Ness monster, with the words ‘Greetings from Scotland’ written in white cursive over the top. He laughed, holding the postcard gingerly in his hands before turning to you with bright round eyes. 

“It’s going right up with the rest of ‘em. Gus’ll be happy. Thank you, it's brilliant.” 

You did what you always did and shrugged off his appreciation, taking another bite of your now-cold veggie burger. “It’s nothing,” you insisted, watching how Steven shuffled from foot to foot, his eyes still trained on his new postcard. “What’s wrong?” 

“We’re gonna get out of this, yeah? Somehow. All three of us. We’re getting out of this.”

“Steven, what are you talking about?” 

“This whole avatar mess,” he elaborated, “we’ll find a way out. There has to be another way.” 

“You know that’s not possible. Sekhmet and Khonshu are too hungry for chaos and revenge. They need us.” 

“But it’s good to hope, innit?” He said, his eyes catching yours now, laced with a child-like yearning. 

“Yeah, it's good to hope,” you put your paper plate down, “especially when you’re not alone.” You grabbed the front of his hoodie, Marc’s hoodie, in a tight fist, pulling him in for another bruising kiss. “We have each other, right?”

Steven only hummed into the kiss, his lips hungry, searching for the different parts of you he wanted to explore. His hands grasped the collar of his denim jacket tightly dragging you closer, all his fear and anxiousness disappearing for this one moment.

“I should probably give your jacket back now, huh?” You muttered over his lips, laughing when impatient noises bubbled out of him.

“It’s already yours, love, now shut up and kiss me.”

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Part 1, Part 2

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[tedesquire]

Could you write smth with Egon x reader, your writing is all so good and they make me so happy. Please I’m begging :’) anything you want topic-wise, as long as it’s with Egon. Thank you and ily :))))

It's a Date

Description: You and Egon have been dating for weeks, though it would help if he knew that.

A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while… It’s probably something that would happen to me if I was 2% more unstable. Again, I love when people say "write whatever you want" but then I am faced with the reality of wow I get to write what I want... for a public audience...

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“Egon, are you aware that there’s a woman at the bar who hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night?” Peter jutted his chin to gesture behind where you and Egon sat, a glint of mischief in his eye.

The gang had invited you and Janine out to a bar after their most recent bust, and while Janine declined, you couldn’t resist an opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend, Dr. Egon Spengler. It had only been a few weeks, but you were as infatuated with him as ever.

It began when he had asked you to tag along with him on a run to pick up some yeast and mold samples he had purchased a few towns over, inviting you to dinner as well. He made you smile, laugh, and he offered to pay for your meal.

“Wow, it’s almost as if this was a date.” You had teased, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, we’re currently two people in a social engagement at a particular time, so yes, a date.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You were over the moon, smiling for the rest of the night. Since then you had been on multiple coffee and dinner dates, park outings, and sweet nights just resting at your apartment.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?” Ray asked, bringing you back to reality.

You laughed heartily, shaking your head. “Ha ha Stantz, nice try.”

“Oh?” Wintson chimed in, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “And why wouldn’t he? Some girls like the nerd-type you know, look at Dana and Peter.”

“Hey, I resent that!” You raised an eyebrow, ignoring Peter’s cry of outrage.

“Because… Egon’s seeing someone…?” You were taken back by their lack of knowledge, eying the man in question, waiting for him to chime in. Was he trying to keep it a secret?

“Spengler, you dog! I take back everything I said about you! Well, a good 98%, at least. Who is the lucky fossil?” Venkman laughed, elbowing a chuckling Winston. You felt your heart sink. Did they really not know?

“No, I bet it’s Janine. Is it Janine?” Winston asked, genuine excitement in his tone.

“What about that woman from the bust last Saturday who was eyeing you… what’s her name…” Ray thought out loud.

“He won’t say anything! Y/n, you know who it is! Tell us. C’mon tell us.” Venkman begged, and you looked towards Egon, whose dark brows were furrowed in confusion.

“Me…?” You muttered weakly, the end of the sentence more posed as a question. The table burst into cheers, but you couldn't focus on anything other than Egon’s shocked expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, placing your hand on his arm.

“I wasn’t aware that we were in a relationship.” Panic bubbled in your stomach.

“What do you mean, we’ve been dating for weeks!” The table had quieted by now, all men equally lost as to what the hell was going on. Egon remained quiet, allowing you to think out loud. “You… you asked me to go pick up yeast samples and have dinner with you and you said it was a date.’”

“Oh my god,” Venkman cut in, not that you were paying close attention. “Is that an ionized class 4 apparition? We’re going to go check it out.” The three other men slid out of the booth faster than you had ever seen them move before in your life.

“And then,” You continued, voice started to crack as your throat became tense. “We had coffee, I invited you over for a movie, we’ve had dinner multiple times…” Realization dawned on you, instantly sliding out of the booth and standing.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god! You… you didn’t think we were dating. Because we weren’t. You didn’t say it was a date... You just mentioned it was a date, like an appointment. And I’m an idiot.” The music felt too loud, your heartbeat racing in your ears. You peered over your shoulder to find Winston, Peter, and Ray at the bar staring at you guys, immediately breaking contact to pretend as if they weren’t witnessing the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I thought you didn’t like touch too much so I didn’t try to…” You weakly tried to justify your actions.

“Y/n-” Suddenly it felt like everyone was staring, recognizing that you were a moon-eyed fool who believed in love so much you had made up a relationship with your coworker. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, tears welling and starting to pour down your cheeks.

So you did the only rational thing you could think of to do, you ran.

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Oh god, how could you think that for one second Dr. Egon Spengler, an intelligent, handsome, and caring man, would take one look at you and want to date you? He had his pick of fans and fellow members of academia, and who were you? Just a little nobody.

You could picture it now; him laughing with the guys about obsessed with him you were, telling this story to women who hung off his every word. Soon the whole city would know about your foolishness.

As soon as you had started running you knew you couldn’t think of anywhere to go where Egon or the team wouldn’t find you, ruling out work and your apartment. And since you left your coat and wallet at the bar, that eliminated the option to hail a taxi. So the only place you could think to go to was Bryant Park, hopelessly believing that the fountain might cheer you up

How were you supposed to go to work? You couldn't quit- could you? No, that would be too rash, too babyish. You’d suppose you’d have to suffer through Venkman’s quips and the pitying looks from Stantz and Zeddemore. And you would have to muster up enough courage to be in the same room with Egon, look at him, or speak with him.

Maybe you could think about that quitting idea later.

“No wishes?” A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, grabbing a large rock you had placed on the ledge earlier and pulling your arm back to throw it. “Woah, woah! Don’t- uh! It’s me! Egon!” You met his eyes and sighed heavily, throwing the rock down by your feet to wipe your tear-stricken face. If you weren’t so upset you would have laughed at how panicked he seemed at the thought of you hitting him.

“Do you often sit alone in the city with a rock to defend yourself with?” You could tell Egon was trying to make the atmosphere less awkward, and usually you would love him for it but all you felt was shame.

“I’m a woman. It’s the 80’s. It’s late.” Your sentences were clipped, throat tense from crying. “What do you want, Egon?” You sighed, turning your head to face the reflection again. “Come to make fun of me?”

“I would never, you know that.”

“Well, I did believe we were dating so clearly my mental accuracy is unstable.” You sniffed softly.

“That’s not the conclusion I came up with.”

“How did you find me?” You jumped, noticing he had sat on the ledge beside you.

“You mentioned it weeks ago, when we went to check out the new additions of the occult section at the public library. You pointed it out through the windows. If I recall correctly you mentioned your fondness for the fountain and how you went ice skating near it a few winters previous.”

“You remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say.” You tried to stop your blush as tears threatened to spill again.

“Egon-”

“Let me explain. Please?” He waited until you nodded, standing back up to his full height and pacing in front of you as he spoke.

“While it’s true, I had no idea that you felt a romantic inclination towards me. But looking back it seems so obvious, I should have noticed. You let me talk to you about my theories and recent work, though you’ve told me time and time again you have no clue what I’m saying. You came with me to collect samples and eat out on a Saturday night when you could have been doing anything else. Every time you invited me for a movie you had multiple options and let me pick what I wanted to view. You made dessert each time because you know I have a sweet tooth.”

“You stack the basement full of water bottles to make sure I’m taking in enough fluids, you bring me coffee first in the morning before anyone else and make me non-caffeinated tea after 5 pm in hopes I will create a steady sleeping schedule. And you avoided trying to make me uncomfortable by touching, even when you thought we were dating.”

“Egon-” You tried to interrupt, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Everything you do, whether you realize it or not, reflects your true feelings for me, and I failed to recognize it. You care for me and accept me as I am…”

“Egon-”

“Please! Y/n!” He shouted, stopping his walk and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I- I’m trying to say something.” He took another deep breath, standing in front of you, tipping your chin upwards to look at him.

“I was so shocked at the back at the bar because I had a hard time accepting your romantic view of me. That you believed if I was in a relationship with you that I would not take you out on dates, take you to a restaurant, pull your chair out for you, pay for your meal. That I wouldn’t compliment you or call you beautiful, and you are, objectively speaking, so, so beautiful.” His thumb softly rubbed your cheek, his hand cradling your face.

“I can’t comprehend what would lead you to believe that I wouldn’t tell our friends about us the second we got together. That I would not hold your hand, hug you, or.. Or kiss you.” He seemed nervous now, breath shaky. His fingers were still weakly pressed against your chin. “I would be willing to do it all, if you were the one I was with.”

His hands never left your skin, an arm wrapping around the small of your back to pull you in close, his warm breath mixing fanning across your face. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, muttering something unintelligible before softly pressing his lips against yours.

You had been waiting, wanting this for so long, eyes fluttering shut and pressing your palms against his broad chest. Could he hear your heartbeat? You wondered, it was fluttering so loudly.

Egon invaded all your senses, the taste of the beer he nursed earlier on your tongue, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his lips and small calluses on his fingers against your skin.

The kiss deepened, a deep moan escaping from Egon’s throat. He had thought of this moment for just as long, if not longer than you. The first moment he laid eyes on you, applying for extra help, he knew he had lost his focus and resolve. He wasn't as smooth or charming as other men and therefore was quite hesitant about breaking the barrier of your friendship.

He snuck a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t another dream, or a hallucination. The way you gripped him tightly, your body fitting perfectly against his, it was as if for the first time in his life he didn’t feel shy.

You both separated, gasping for air, Egon pulling your head in to rest on his chest, petting it gently.

“Let me show you what it would be like to be my romantic companion. Let me try again. I will never make you feel unloved or unwanted, I promise.” He pressed another his to your forehead.

So yes, that night would go down in history as being one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, but in the years to follow, you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

[sscarletvenus]

J high and the 4 crews reacting to Fem BigDaniel Park Reveal

@the-sun-and-moon-dreams always coming through with my favourite lookism headcanons ily (also i’ll just chip in with some of my thoughts BEFORE the reveal)

first of all, fem daniel park may hide her identity as a result of severe body dysmorphia from years of bullying by logan and the others(this time maybe from girls as well?) at her previous school (which may have been different in a worse way because, as crystal pointed out, bullying from girls is subtle but nastier)... the inadequacy, shame, and fear of appearing weak is still present, even in her PERFECT body

anyways so jay would probably be the first one to know because of his richboy connections (i feel that he keeps files of every student at jaewon kinda like eugene hahaha), but he’s really head over heels for daniel, so if she wants to keep it a secret then so be it. he’ll probably grow WAY more protective and possessive over her than he already is tho… ( him and daniel would be a “HE ASKED FOR NO PICKLES” kinda couple lol)

crystal would know either because of the stalker incident (where daniel or her stalker could’ve blurted out something, or daniel’s mannerisms had changed because of the vulnerable situation), or from spying on her. charles choi would ofc know the truth so maybe he might’ve kept the 2 bodies part from crystal, but told her that daniel was in fact a girl?

johan gets to know during the animal cruelty arc only, because i remember that they went to the police and all… so during the id verification, he could’ve gotten that. fem daniel’s behaviour would sometimes remind him of mira and he has several complicated feelings about that…

about the rest of the four major crews : one man intelligence agency eugene spills the beans during the summit meeting, like he did with johan’s eyes and then its dead silence followed by choking, coughing, gasping, and literally eyes popping out of ppl’s heads lmaooo

vasco would be the most unaffected like he would just pat her on the back and bawl his guts out for fighting her when she transferred but otherwise he would be pretty chill

zack… hmm ofc he would feel awful for fighting her. also he was having bro talk with daniel for months about how to become better for mira, and it was working pretty well and then it would hit him like a ton of bricks. daniel’s advice was awesome because, well… anyways he would be guilty, embarrassed, thankful, admiring, confused at the same time lmao

HOSTEL : eli seems the type to remain unaffected by whatever the fuck happens, so its just raised eyebrows then back to poker face lol (however he too would definitely be in much more awe of her fighting skills), warren would be simply flabbergasted, and sally would be glad to have another cute girlboss such as herself on the block

BIG DEAL : hoo boy imagine getting beaten to filth by a girl just days prior… jake the feminist king that he is would support daniel kicking more ass and even cheer from the sidelines!!! also i think he and daniel should become two pretty best friends who take down eugene’s evil ass together (I REALLY, REALLY WANT FEM DANIEL AND FEM JAKE IN THE SAME UNIVERSE!!! their dynamic would be SOOO cool and i LOVE seeing beautiful, beautiful women kick absolute ass)

workers would be intrigued at best because they really treat everything like a specimen to be studied, with mild clinical interest that’s all

daniel would not even care because she has started to recover and accept herself after the jiho incident, and would just tell the j high boys that they can do whatever they want with this information… she really owes nothing to anyone (zoe gets to know and immediately proceeds to have a sexuality crisis)

in conclusion J-HIGH has a new GODDESS : DANIEL PARK

BONUS :

Gun would be infatuated. Like he would actually look forward to getting his ass kicked by the prettiest girl he’s ever seen… he would forfeit all of his mortal possessions just to have a chance with fem daniel

DG lol he would get all flustered because the convenience store girl has suddenly gotten all cute and the sauna scene would get so much more questionable than it already is lmao

do you think jiho is aware of fem daniel because of the arrest? like it would be so much more humilating for his seasame seed-sized ego to push a girl out of the window (who was his, no matter what he convinced himself, friend?)

[sj0228]

astro notes for fun lol

HEY! this is my first astro observations post so don't be too hard on me lol unless u wanna then sure maybe i can improve them somehow BUTANYWAYZ this is for entertainment purposes only!! obviously these are just my own observations so if they don't resonate with you don't get offended or you're a big ol' 🅱️uss so here they are!! also SHOUTOUT TO MY AMAZING FRIENDS fyi i got sum help from them by asking them billions of questions to confirm my suspicions so uh hope that makes the observations more accurate LOL ANYWAYS HERE THEY ARE!! i'll probably make more in the future cuz i think they're super fun to make :D also if u couldnt tell uhm this isnt very professional im not professional BUT I TRIED TO MAKE IT PRETTY so pls dont be bothered lol im just doing this for fun i didnt even wanna make an astro page so yea </3pretty unreliable LMAOOO

👩🏻‍🦲 the house your mars is in is what pisses you off the most!! (eg. 1st - people assuming things about you, 5th - people beating around the bush, 7th - things that disrupt the harmony of your environment, 9th - the need to hold back your opinions because others get bothered by them being "offensive")

👩🏻‍🦲 cancers are true ambiverts and i've truly never ever seen a cancer who wouldn't be both introverted and extroverted at times. they are always either social introverts or quiet extroverts lol. or both!! (somehow 0_0) they enjoy people's attention, whether it's wanting to be noticed or appreciated or generally cared for, and they need their alone time. they tend to be very productive at those times, too.

👩🏻‍🦲 ok i have a lot of notes for cancers so it's gonna be a lot lmao sorry anyways!! i've also noticed they LOVEEE breaking loose every once in a while, if not every time they're given the opportunity! thing is, it's usually only if someone else is there to convince them or do it with them. they don't like taking risks alone! they are very impressed and fond of the 'wild child' persona people because they bring out the cancer's wild side!

👩🏻‍🦲 libra moons are absolutely loved by people, it's so crazy! like, no matter what they do they always have attention on them. this can manifest badly if the moon person is actually pretty horrible, things they do tend to be overlooked and others move on pretty quickly from their mistakes, letting them do whatever they want. i wanted to give an example but uh,,,,, i shall.. refrain😳

👩🏻‍🦲 libra suns with water moons are so scary when they're angry..

👩🏻‍🦲 cancer moon is what i deem as the zodiac sign cute-ifyer lol. literally any "tough" sign like capricorn, scorpio or aquarius becomes a super cute goofball with this moon. WEIRDEST THING EVER THOUGH is that it doesn't work for cancer suns?! like if a cancer sun has a cancer moon this just makes the person very confusing but very funny. they can brighten anybody's day without trying!

👩🏻‍🦲 okay uh this isn't an astro note as much as it is me being a phucken simp but uh..... I HAVE AN UNDYING LOVE FOR ARIES SUNS I WILL MARRY EVERY EACHAND ONE OF YOU ISTG. ARIES SUNS ARE THE NICEST AND FUNNIEST PEOPEL I'VE EVER SEEN YOU HAVE THE BEST HUMOR EVER AND YOU'RE SO KIND TO EVERYBODY YOU'RE SO KIND I LOVE YOU YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR THIS PLANET I WANT TO HUG YOU FOREVER okay jbshxhjn but fr aries are the best people ever?!?!?!?!?!?! pls

👩🏻‍🦲 okay JUST SO THIS WHOLE ARIES MENTION ISN'T JUST A POINTLESS LOVE CONFESSION - i've noticed a lot of ♥aries♥ people use the laughing crying face emojis (😂,🤣) unironically and it's honestly.....the best thing ever

👩🏻‍🦲 taurus suns do this sometimes as well

👩🏻‍🦲 THE MOST UNHEALTHY PERCEPTIONS OF ZODIAC SIGNS ARE PUT ON FIRE SIGNS, NOT THE WATER SIGNS AND THIS IS COMING FROM A PISCES!!!!!!1 every stereotype is always showing fire signs as those sunshine of the group people, the baddies, and the ones with the biggest 'idgaf' attitude. and while this can totally be true sometimes, most of the time it's super different! sad fire signs break my heart pls i just wanna hug you guys T-T they have it the hardest because unlike water signs who are already expected to be emotional, they often repress their emotions for the sake of others and because of the fear of betrayal or judgement, or just generally the idea of "it's better to have fake friends than to have zero friends". YOU GUYS PLEASE. cut these people off from your life you deserve soo much better i know it can be super hard to open up for you u just need a hug omg EVERYONE PLEASE CHECK UP ON YOUR FIRE SIGN FRIENDS ASK THEM ABOUT THEIR DAY N STUFF THEY WILL APPRECIATE YOU CARING FOR THEM! pls stay best and take care sweethearts ily!!!

👩🏻‍🦲 i've also noticed that some of the signs tend to show their sadness through anger - this is not just astrology though so if your friend has been jumpy lately please just check on them they are probably going thru sth😳 anyways the signs i mostly saw this in are pisces, aries and libra.

👩🏻‍🦲 cancers with feminine moons (earth and water) tend to be pretty introspective. they often think they're the ones being mistreated, and while this of course might be true, in reality it usually goes a lonnng way back lol. they often pay very little attention to others!! (masculine moon sign cancers (fire and air) can often be too focused on others more than themselves) this can be good because they don't snoop in other people's business but oh my god, guys, please pay attention to your friends, too! this WILL lead to lost friendships because, let's be real, nobody wants a one-sided friendship with someone who only cares about themselves! i don't want to target anybody here but this is just a pattern i've noticed wayyyy too often, so you might want to look into it and if you think this is you all you need is just to enlargen your perspective and it will all be okay. but please, PLEASE. think about your friends

👩🏻‍🦲 i needed to get this^ out because people often put this on leo placements but tbh i notice that leo placements are THE MOST generous of the entire zodiac and they always think of others first and that's what really makes them so popular. they very rarely are as egocentric as everybody says, they're just really loving and that makes them very lovable!

👩🏻‍🦲 scorpio risings are the prettiest people i've ever seen. not even kidding bruh i could stare at them for EVER their eyes are absolutely gorgeous and their mannerisms are just perfect pls marry me

👩🏻‍🦲 gemini and taurus placements make an individual soooo chill to the point where it often makes them lazy and a biig procrastinator lol. tho i love how they make light of it by using their amazing humor!

👩🏻‍🦲 you most definitely have your IC be one of your family members' sun sign or one of their personal planets. i have a taurus ic and my sister is a taurus sun!

👩🏻‍🦲 sagittarius suns are the best huggers cause THEY REALLY NEED A HUG SO GO HUG THEM RIGHT NOW. pls guys why r u so sad..

👩🏻‍🦲 scorpio mars aren't even as sexual as everybody says tbh. but they definitely do have some interesting.....interests ;)

👩🏻‍🦲 pluto aspects to personal planets are very prominent, but very hidden. if you have them, most likely you will be the only person to know about this side of you and it can be pretty dark..

👩🏻‍🦲 planets conjunct your sun will be the people you attract most in your life (venus conjunct sun - taurus and libra, jupiter - sagittarius and pisces, mars - aries and scorpio EVERYWHERE)

👩🏻‍🦲 your moon sign will be the sun sign of most of your friends

👩🏻‍🦲 if you don't quite relate to your ascendant, look at the sign you have in your 3rd house and at your mercury sign. this is how you communicate, convey your ideas etc. and will often be a major factor in people's first impressions of you :)

👩🏻‍🦲 lilith aspecting your sun may mean there's a side of you nobody knows.. 👁👁 you're also probably very convincing and people can be very drawn to you and they can't explain why. this also goes for lilith in 7th, especially in girls!

👩🏻‍🦲 you and your friends probably have each other's sun signs as your personal planets!!

👩🏻‍🦲 the kindest person you know is probably either a virgo or an aries.. and the meanest person you know is also probably a virgo or aries LOL

👩🏻‍🦲 capricorn suns & risings are THE hardest to read!! if they don't say what they mean people will just assume and they're never going to be right it's wild 👩🏻‍🦲 also capricorns definitely have the most dad energy, while sagittariuses are more like actual dads jdbshxcvb

OKAY THAT'S ALL!!!! im sure i have more but its 2 am i have school tomorrow or actually its today now so bye uh anyways there will most likely be more so if u liked these stay tuned!! oh and let me know if they were true witchu :o thats it love u stay awesome and super cool i love u byebye!!

[astarriscus]

HI LOVE GRATZ ON 50 !! <333 fr the event HAHA copy pasting this from our dms, i'd like to request fr oikawa/megumi/childe !! your pick heh, + mix of fluff/angst surprise me hehe c: 🌙🌃 🌌🤍🌠 + so much words to pick from sob but i'll shorten it to: selenophile & star-crossed lovers ^^ tysm astria !! gz again, i can't wait to watch your account grow even more mwah <3

🌙🌃 🌌🤍🌠 SELENOPHILE. childe x gender neutral!reader ; angst, hopeful ending, star-crossed lovers, hurt/comfort-ish, can be seen as either canon compliant or modern au. WC, ≈ 0.7k. 50+ milestone event ongoing !

but the moon and sun were never fated to be together, forever fated to be loved and love worlds apart (and yet, so close).

; hi beloved !! thanku smm ily 😭👊💗 i hope you enjoy this ! hehe time to break your heart >:D /pos /lh but i also broke mine in the process oh no D": <3 anyways ty so so much again mwah !! <3 happy endwalker release to all my ffxiv homies as well 😎

from the beginning, you should have already known—for if you had known beforehand, perhaps all this pain could be unwritten from the pages of history—but not all wishes are meant to be granted (or perhaps, that night, the moon was silent and content to merely watch).

in the deepest depths of the night, you tend to stare up at the moon in all of it's silent splendor, the night's breeze still and all other sounds merely muted and muffled. the stars, lovely as ever, are strewn across the blue yonder, and you feel at peace.

that is, until you heard a yell—and then, a thump, a big "ow!", and then... a groan?

a groan of pain, it seemed. it made you wonder who would be up at this hour when even you should be sleeping, 2 am in the morning? pfft, no way you're going out to check whatever the disturbance may be. for all you could know, it may be a trap! or, just some weirdo? still, you couldn't just ignore what you've just experienced, lest you not be able to rest properly throughout the night with unanswered curiosity.

they say 'curiosity killed the cat', and mayhaps if you had known earlier, you would have agreed—maybe, if you hadn't come out that night and saw the young fatui harbinger with his wounds and bruises and so obviously in pain, you wouldn't have been so affected by his inevitable departure.

and yet, they say too to have 'no regrets'—and, even as he kisses you for the first and last time 'neath the night sky you love so much, and his hand leaves yours and you can no longer reach out in yearning of his soft touch, your mind is clear as the azure skies without a hint of fog.

ironic, really, that 'twas on this day, wherein the moon's light reached out to all mortals up on this late night and the moon you so loved sat so lovely and brightly up in the sky, that your beloved left you.

"don't wait for me. you deserve better." (and yet, it is you who i want, isn't it?)

fate is cruel, if even such a notion even exists. and so as you stand there, bitterly waving him goodbye, but he daren't look back (because if he does, he's terrified he'll come running back in your arms and never leave). the moon looks down upon you once more, and you stare up at it in wonder. or is it numbness?

maybe, at least, you may be at peace knowing that he will still stay under this same night sky shrouded by the light of the moon.

until the day you meet again (if you ever even will, if the fates are kind and merciful), you shall stare at the moon at night and think of him, wherever he may be—hoping that, perhaps, he thinks of you too.

you were a fool to believe this love of yours would go well. not, when the moon which you so loved and admired had so many holes and imperfections, reminiscent of your relationship. but it isn't bad to hope, isn't it? perhaps you really were just a thorn in his side, burdening him—or, perhaps you were his sun and he your moon, giving him much needed light for him to continue forging on despite already falling deep into the abyss he can never get out of now. perhaps, you were really just his own special shooting star, fleeting yet ever memorable in his mind.

maybe, it would be better to bury this fleeting dream of what could have been more, what could have been us deep below, 'neath the dark waters of the neverending deep—but no.

for, though your starlit paths cross different lines and times in space, he will remain in your heart as the boy you once met under the moonlight, and you in his as the person he shall never forget.

until such a day comes when you meet again, you shall hold your memories of him close to your heart, and in the comfort of the moon's watch—keeping them close to your heart, until the day you meet him again under the your loved moon's light. that is if the archons are kind, but in any case, you shall keep the faith and forge ahead. until the day under the same moonlight happens once more with him.

— © astarriscus. please do not plagarize, steal, copy, repost, edit, translate, heavily reference, or profit from any of my works in any way !!

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SBI Fanfics of the Week (week 66)

Baby Steps by SilverWing15

3/3

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of your own prisoner,” the piglin says, and there’s a mocking laugh in his voice and Tommy hates it, hates it, hates it! The humans always laughed at him and said he was scared. He’s not scared!

“I’m not scared!” He yelps, glaring at the piglin from around the tree. He’s not scared, but he’s not stupid either.

The piglin stares at him, his eyes wide, his mouth open a little bit and it shows even more of his big teeth. Tommy goes back behind the tree.

“I’m not scared!” he says again, “so you better not laugh at me!”

“I--I’m sorry?” the piglin says, and he sounds weird, kind of high pitched. “Come back here.”

A month (or three) in the life of Tom Simons by Drhair76

2/?

"Come over," Wilbur says.

"Brighton nightlife is out on the prowl, Wilbur," Tommy points out. "They're gonna scoop me up and spit me out."

or, this is Tommy's life now - he, for one, adores it.

spilling out unnecessary secrets by plantform

1/1

Tommy’s keeping something from him, Wilbur knows. He knows because Tommy’s bad at lying in general, but especially to him—he is infinitely smug at the fact. So, Wilbur knows Tommy wants to tell him something—he even knows what that something is; Tommy’s going to America. For whatever reason, the boy hasn’t told him, and is now actively keeping it from him.

It only hurts because it seems like everyone knows except for Wilbur.

Or: Tommy's going to the U.S. and he hasn't told Wilbur.

Getting The Most Extensive Grounding Of Your Life The Day Of The Full Moon Is Not A Good Idea by WistfulWriter

2/?

Tommy Danger Careful Kraken Innit -ok, well, maybe that wasn't his legal name, but he didn't remember his birth family, and there was no way he was going to accept that Simons was the latter half of his legal name. No, no, he was much too cool for that.- had always considered himself to be a careful boy. I mean, he had been in the system since he could remember, and seeing as none of the homes he'd ever been in had discovered his secret, he felt he'd earned the title.

But back to the main point. Tommy Innit considered himself a very careful boy. Considered. Right now, he really. fucking. didn't. Because he fucked it up. So now, here he was, everyone scared fucking shitless, as he pressed himself as hard as he could into the recently shit-ily painted frosted emerald walls -the paint that he could still clearly see in Wilbur's hair no matter how many times he told him there was still more- with his tail tucked between his legs, ears pinned back, and going between whining in fear and discomfort, and growling and snapping at his- his fucking pack for the same fucking reasons.

So to anyone still confused, getting the most extensive grounding of your life the day of the full moon is not a good idea.

hold me like a fire (hold me like a river) by Anonymous

2/2

Wilbur would not let go of Phil’s hand. His sword hand, an angry and guilty part of his mind provided. The hand he'd slayed his son with now clutched within that very son's grip.

"Wil," Phil said, just wanting to break the silence. Wilbur didn't react, not a flicker of light in his eyes. "What can I do to help?"

He wasn't expecting an answer, but that didn't make the lack of one hurt any less. He put his fingers against his son's pulse point to feel the delicate flutter of Wil's heartbeat, anything to remind him that they were alive and together.

Or PTSD's a bitch, huh? Too bad all these fellows have that problem! They'll get each other through it.

my heart in your hands (and still i breathe) by rinredacted

1/1

"Fuck you,” Tommy all but cries out, chest exploding into fireworks of seething red. “Fuck you, Techno, you pretentious bitch, you fucking asshole. You come in here and— and start trying to tell me who I can and can’t be friends with? After fucking ignoring me for six months? You controlling fucking— I can talk to whoever I want!” A beat, a break, a bated breath. His voice does not waver. “And if it’s not you, that’s not my problem!”

It backfires.

or: Tommy and Techno have been talking less and less since Techno started college. In a subconscious attempt to fill the void, Tommy unwittingly makes good friends with one (1) Wilbur Soot— to which his actual brother does not take kindly.

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Broken Wings

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x Reader

Summary: You’re a small town girl with big city dreams, set on leaving Knockemstiff and its sheriff behind for good. Lee would do anything to make sure you stay with him.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, consensual sex, slight breeding kink, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of alcohol.

A/N: This is part 1. Part 2

I want to thank my baby @whateveriwant for your support, ily! I haven’t written anything in more than a month but it feels good to be back to it!!

Knockemstiff, 1957

The crisp air of the night hit your exposed legs when you swung them over the window sill, and a shiver ran down your spine as humidity seeped into your bones.

From your bedroom on the second floor, you could make out the shape of the Sheriff’s car hidden behind the line of trees near your father’s shed, and a bittersweet, faint smile spread on your painted lips. Fastening the clasp from the outside, you climbed down the drain pipes, savoring the thrill of it all one last time.

No more Knockestiff, sneaking out of your bedroom, shotgunning while he patrolled the streets, milkshakes and burgers propped on your things and Johnny Cash playing in the background, drowned by your giggles and his laughs. You wouldn’t get to call the sheriff yours anymore, and you would never spend another moment writhing in pleasure under his warm, soft body.

You loved Lee Bodecker in spite of everything he stood for, but not even the love of your life could keep you anchored to this town. Tomorrow you’d be far, far away, and God himself couldn’t stop you if he tried.

You’d promised your mother that you wouldn’t end up withering away with no chances and no future like she had. Like everyone who was touched by the curse of Knockemstiff did.

“Spread your wings and fly far, far away,” she’d hiccup between sobs each time you’d drag her limp body from the couch to her bed, the stench of alcohol and stale cigarettes oozing out of her skin, “my pretty little butterfly.”

Your mother would have sold her soul to the Devil to see you out of Knockemstiff.

A new beginning awaited you in New York. A job as a librarian, an apartment to share with one of your college girlfriends, a prospect, a future.

Hope, freedom, opportunities.

The pipe creaked under your weight, but you paid no mind to it. Moonshine would have knocked out cold anyone in the house by now.

Scurrying down the gravel road, you found Lee waiting for you, a smug smile on his clean shaven face and a brown paper bag in his arms.

“About damn time, dove. Been freezing my ass over here, waitin’ on ya.”

You flung yourself in his arms, knocking him back against the car’s hood, savoring the musky scent of his cologne one last time.

“Hello, Sheriff.”

His chest vibrated with a fond chuckle, and you looked up to him, trying to etch every line of his handsome face to your memory.

In another life, the adoration in his blue eyes would have changed your mind.

“Missed me?” he teased you, one arm snaking around your waist, holding you flush to his front. The other came up to your face, cradling your cheek in his palm.

You could feel his soft belly against you. His shirts fit tighter now than when you’d started dating, and his stomach was beginning to bulge over his belt buckle.

“More than you can imagine.” you sighed, offering him a weak smile.

Maybe he missed the melancholy in your voice, or maybe he’d made his peace with your mood swings long ago, because he didn’t comment on it, simply placing a soft kiss on your forehead and pushing you back, thrusting the bag in your arms.

“Let’s get inside dove. These streets ain’t gonna patrol ‘emselves.”

The inside of his car was always warm, and smelled like him.

He drove around while you fed him fries, and you talked until your mouths ran dry.

Guilt gripped your heart when he mentioned a future together.

You knew he’d picked a ring, voices spread fast in small towns. He wanted the white picket fence, a pretty housewife and kids.

You were selfish and cruel and revelled in his love and affection for months, knowing damn well you’d never give him what he desired most.

“You okay? You seem distracted.” he quipped, hand squeezing your thigh.

Your conscience screamed at you to talk to him, but your mouth stayed sealed. There were no words to make this easy on him, so you’d make it easier on yourself.

He’d hate you, at first, but he’d move on, find some other nice girl and settle down with her.

She’d be pretty, and good to him, and she’d love him for the rest of her days.

“I’m okay, you know me. My head’s always up ‘n the clouds. College,” you deepened your voice, mocking your father’s words, “makes ‘m kids airheads.”

His eyes crinkled when he laughed. You’d miss the sound.

“I know, my little dove’s always flying higher than the rest of this shitty town.”

It was bitter, really, that the one you loved the most was what kept you chained to the ground, where you didn’t belong.

You were meant for the sky, his little dove, your mother’s butterfly.

Spread your wings, you reminded yourself, and fly far, far away.

-

You swore time flew by faster when you spent it with Lee, and minutes melted into hours, slipping through your fingers.

You wished you had more.

When he pulled over to an all too familiar clearing in the woods, your body acted on its own accord, and you climbed in the back seat like you’d done most nights for months.

Those trees had seen you in all states of undress, fucked in the car or on the hood, on your knees, on your back, on your stomach, with his cock down your throat or in your cunt, his face between your legs or on the crook of your neck.

Everything made you melancholic, everything reminded you about what you were about to give up.

It was selfish, but you’d allow yourself to forget all about the future for the moment being.

Just you and Lee, just a moment longer before reality would inevitably hit you like a bucket of iced water.

You and the love of your life that you’d betray once morning came.

But in the dark, underneath the stars and the moon, he was still yours, and you were his.

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful baby, God, I’m the luckiest man in the whole world.”

You ignored the guilt once again, and straddled his lap. Grabbing him by his tie, you slanted your mouth against his. He parted his lips with a sigh, resting his back against the seat.

“Fuck, dove, you’re so good to me.” he mumbled, calloused hands roaming over your body.

A moan escaped your lips when his strained cock rubbed against your flimsy undergarments, and you arched your back, seeking more friction to soothe your aching core.

Warmth pooled in your lower belly, and slick gathered in your panties.

You ran your fingers through his hair, and pulled him impossibly close to feel everything, his warmth and his scent, his soft body and his rough hands.

Teeth clattering, bruising touches, heaving chests. The windows were getting fogged up by your hot breaths, and the metal creaked and clattered under your weights.

Desperation and arousal clouded your mind, and you looked at him through half lidded eyes, hoping he couldn’t read into your soul.

“Lee, baby, I need to feel you, I need you inside me,” you whined, unbuttoning his shirt and tugging on his belt impatiently.

You were desperate to feel his cock inside you, to have his hands leave bruises and his mouth leave marks on your skin one last time. Be his, be one in the flesh, one last time.

“So eager, you’d think I was Paul Newman or somethin’,” he chuckled, kneading the flesh of your ass.

“Much better than Newman, Brando or whatever they worship in Hollywood now.” you panted through sloppy kisses, hand dipping inside his briefs, his weight heavy and hot against your palm.

He hissed through his teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his brain. “What are you butterin’ me up for, dove?”

A beautiful moan escaped his lips when you doubled your efforts, wrist twisting around the velvety skin of his shaft, working his sensitive tip.

“I don’t need flattery to get me anythin’ baby, just these hands and lips.”

You popped your lips to emphasize your point, and let your tongue run along his bottom lip, taking it between yours and sucking on it.

He lifted your shirt with a swift motion, and the growl that he let out when he didn’t find any bra sent a thrill through you, straight to your throbbing core.

He groped your tits, squeezing until the line between pleasure and pain became too blurred to distinguish. You gasped when he rolled and pinched your nipples between his fingers, and mewled when his mouth closed down on one of them.

His tongue swirled around the stiff bud, teeth barely grazing the delicate skin.

A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his hot breath against your neck, and in a blur you found yourself laying on your back, his body caging you in.

“Don’t forget about this pussy, baby, I’d do anything for it.”

Your giggles turned to cries once his hand found its way between your legs, his name falling from your lips like a prayer while he caressed the hair on your mound.

He beamed proudly, feeling the wet patch on your undergarments, and dipped in your folds, spreading the slick around your entrance, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

His lips tasted like candy and strawberry milkshake, and you savored them as long as you could while your tongue intertwined with his.

You laughed when he knocked his head on the door, and then his knees on the floorboard.

“Can’t wait till we have a bed.” He groaned, already breathless while he fumbled with his pants, shoving them down his legs in a hurry.

Sadness filled you again, because one day he’d have a big, comfortable bed, but you wouldn’t be the one warming it.

You blinked away the tears as you clung to his shoulders.

When he breached your entrance, you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

You’d never gotten used to the stretch of his girth, and you wondered if anyone else would ever feel this right inside you.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hips stilling once he’s sheathed himself inside you, “God, you’re so tight.”

You felt like you were bursting at the seams, your walls quivering around his cock.

He rolled his hips tentatively, observing your face for any signs of pain, and started pounding inside you once he’d found none.

The burn soon turned into a pleasant ache.

“I’m a lucky bastard,” he snarled, punctuating each word with a rough snap of his hips, “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, dove.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and didn’t notice how your lips quivered, or the tears that streamed down your face. He kept thrusting inside you, moaning each time he would feel your walls gripping his cock tightly.

Damp skin slid over yours, filling the car with the lewd sounds of his balls slapping your ass, and his belly smacking against yours.

“I’m gonna put so many babies inside you, I can’t wait to see you all swollen with my child. Fuck-, I can’t wait to come home to you everyday, my pretty little wife.”

You let yourself revel in the image. A pleasant, safe one. One that didn’t belong to you, but that warmed your heart anyways.

When the pressure in your core became too much for you to bear, you began blabbering and begging him to give you that release only he had ever given you.

“Please Lee, I need to- need to cum, baby.”

You choked on your words and shrieked when his hand dipped between your bodies, and he began rubbing circles around your clit.

“Cum for me, dove, cum all over my cock, wanna feel you fall apart on me baby.” he growled, hips stuttering.

He swallowed your cries with a kiss as you came undone. Your whole body trembled when hot waves of pleasure shook your limbs, the tight coil in your cunt unravelling all at once, releasing the pressure inside you.

You throbbed and gushed around his cock, arching your back and digging your nails in the flesh of his back.

He kept pounding inside you, riding your aftermath and praising his good girl through shuddering breaths.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he whined, and you felt his movements become errantic and his cock swell inside you.

“Finish up outside,” you managed to wheeze out.

He grunted, but obeyed regardless.

Knocking you up before he got a preacher’s blessing wouldn’t look good on his resume if he was to ever be mayor. Otherwise you’d have had a child on your hip already, you suspected.

You winced when he pulled out, and stood on his shins, hovering over you, brows furrowed, sweat dripping down his forehead.

You brought your hand down to his cock, and you stoked him once, twice, running your thumb over his slit before his hips stuttered and he painted your stomach with his white, warm load.

He collapsed next to you, holding you tight in his arms and catching his breath.

“You’re gonna be all mine soon, dove,” he whispered in your ear, rubbing his nose against yours, “and I’m gonna fill your pussy up every night, I swear. No more pulling out ever again.”

-

Freedom tasted bittersweet.

Corn fields gave way to tarmac too soon, and before you realized it, you’d left Knockemstiff and your old life behind, in hope of a new, better one

You rested against the window, your head rattling on the screen with each bump on the road. The stench of stale cigarettes, moonshine breath first thing in the morning and sweat filled the packed bus, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

The prospect of your future terrified you and thrilled you to no end.

You observed the cars speeding past the bus, and the streams of dried tears on your face in your reflection. Your mind swirled with thoughts, the images of Lee torturing you. Sighing to yourself, you clutched the handkerchief that the woman besides you had gently offered with a kind, knowing smile on her face.

Better forget all about him as soon as possible.

New beginnings were hard, but hope blossomed in your chest with each mile that went by. Besides, your mother’s smile when she’d waved you goodbye had given you all the strength you needed.

You let the gentle sway of the bus lull you to sleep.

She’d never looked so happy and beautiful, bathed in dawn’s warmth with her Sunday dress she’d worn to see her biggest wish come true.

Her butterfly had finally spread her wings.

-

Part 2 (hopefully coming out tomorrow)

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So what do you think is going to happen in the next chapter? 🤭

I hope you liked it! I haven’t written in so long, but I hope it’s good. Please leave some feedback if you can, and reblog!

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fuck. oh god i just finished watching VP ep 11 (yea im late ik) and im still REELING from it holy shit this might be the biggest roller coaster of any content i've ever been on

i literally cannot make head or tails of whatever the fuck emotions im feeling rn. this episode is like im staring in horror (in a good way) as it unfolds, unable to even breathe

first off. YOUNG GUIL??? LOOKS SO DAMN GOOD ??? ngl thats my fav guil look, no wonder saga fell head over heels for him. also the moment i realized the dude is young saga asdjfhsdk. and i mean like we been knew why saga is stuck over guil but man, that's rough buddy.

fr tho, ive been saying saga needs to get his shit fixed with the "i belong to no one" thing while everyone knows he's still pissed about guil, like man its ok if ur still not over guil yet but dont pretend ur not bc that's just hurting both mist and jack lmao

so im v glad in this ep he's able to start moving on!! bc when he told mist & co. "i met u all" i almost cried holy shit. and despite everything the song he sang for guil was so fucking beautiful asdjfhdsjkfh

and fuuuck even with everything that happened saga still encouraged ange (and OZ) to sing and apparently he offered to save yutaka's life like ??? holy shit. classic tsundere but like saga ily

there was so much going on so this is all over the place BUT ! that bit with eve and beth like ??? what is going on ??? i have so many questions ??? 1) ok so what IS eve and beth's relationship?? and 2) we still desperately need beth's backstory ??

and THEN !! bc i have jack tunnel vision, and by extension i love it when the twins interact (purely brotherly interaction!!!), gosh that scene with robin and jack having an actual meaningful convo fuuuuck. and while i was combusting the whole time watching jack (bc i love my hubby), im glad the scene reminded me of why i actually love him besides instincts alone. i always thought jack has much more wisdom in him than he seems and thinks through things much more deeply than assumed and i'm glad this scene shows us that a bit more. maybe in the future i'll go off on a more elaborate tangent on jack but that's for another day

bc fuck. we finally got sagajack crumbs in this ep. (note : before anyone yells at me for looking (dis)respectfully at sagajack, 1) i still dk how i feel about it and 2) i hv my own hc abt them that may be a little bit removed from canon) FUUUUCK when jack laid his head on saga's lap AHHHHHHHH

i love their dynamic. i just simply fucking love it

and also the low quality jack on the bridge lmao that's so fucking cute and for what ([whisper] for saga obvs)

and uhhhh,,,guil came back to life with the power of the moon ??? that's a whole thing. i'm glad OZ questioned it instead of treating it as something that just happens normally. from what i understand no one is giving their life away for guil yet so there's that. but like, why were they singing naked ??? (i thought that's dimitri's thing only lol

i think that's all for now. my mind is still reeling even now holy shit. and next ep is the last WTF?? im NOT ready for VP to end fuck. and next ep is titled "angelist" which basically means there will be expectedly a fuck ton of ange drama and im not ready

also we'll be getting a manga !! yay !!

god i can tell im gonna be so deep into the VP fandom for the foreseeable future. the start of the year i said sk8 saved me from the pits of hell. and now i think VP literally just roller coastered me straight back to hell then yeeted me directly into heaven and god rly just keeps ping-ponging me between those two. and in between these, sonny boy took me apart and put me back tgt and left a permanent hole.

2021 is rly just the year of original anime content huh. ik some ppl are hesitant on original content but when it fucks, it fucks u good

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mdzs au: the one with wen xu (pt 1)

>>wwx has his bisexual epiphany much sooner in life bc Reasons

>>so when he starts crushing on lwj Immediately at cr, he knows it too

>>anyway: sometime pre-cloud recesses, wx and wwx cross paths and wwx is being his usual mischievous self

>>he's very dramatic and flirty and running around on roofs

>>wx is like Hey You're Cute but doesn't catch his name

>>wwx is oblivious so he didn't know who wx was lol

>>they cross paths a few more times

>>wwx just knows wx as 'that one gongzi i see sometimes'

>>then cr happens and they meet again when wwx is heading back to cr with his alcohol

>>wx is like my how charming

>>the next morning the wens show up and wc pisses everyone off

>>and then wwx is telling him off and wc gets pissed and tries to fight wwx while also insulting his status

>>and jc is like EXCUSE YOU and draws his sword bc i'm a sucker for protective jc and will throw in as much yunmeng shuangjie as i want

>>but then wx shows up and tells off wc (bc of wwx) and tells everyone to calm down

>>wx learns wwx's name, wwx learns who 'that one gongzi i see sometimes' is, only one of them is happy with the revelation

>>wx is being weird and oily to everyone and the lans begrudgingly accept the 'apology'

>>wx is publicly weird to wwx, wwx is publicly uncomfy, jc is publicly offended and pissed and defensive and also has an inkling of where wx's head is at

>>cue jc aggressively glaring at wens and shielding wwx from them

>>nhs, who's more aware of what's happening than anyone else bc nhs, helps

>>doesn't stop wwx from adopting wn as a bestie but wn is a kitten so it's ok

>>cr arc is largely the same, wangxian shenanigans, yunmeng shuangjie shenanigans, alcohol shenanigans, you know the drill

>>except for two major things

>>one - wwx has been crushing on lwj since day one but he Knows it

>>and he gets sad sometimes when lwj rejects him

>>so jc is not only angry at the wens but he's angry at lwj's audacity too

>>lwj, who hasn't a clue about anything:

>>two - wx sometimes shows up randomly to 'check up'

>>he isn't, he just drops by to make wwx uncomfy via unsolicited gifts and flirting

>>jc usually passive aggressively intervenes

>>or nhs makes some excuse that is usually 'jc wants to see you'

>>there's an incident during a wx visit where wwx panics bc he really doesn't want to deal with him

>>and essentially bolts from the vicinity and runs right into lwj

>>lwj almost starts telling off wwx but he sees quite clearly that wwx is Not Ok

>>and then they hear wx approaching and wwx basically begs lwj to Get Him Out

>>lwj dislikes wx far more than he dislikes acknowledging his affections for wwx

>>so they quickly run into and hide in a room

>>cue bonding moment where lwj and wwx have a Talk and lwj says they're friends for the first time

>>and then immediately goes silent bc wwx is looking at him with complete adoration and he has to force himself not to kiss him lol

>>this is also the point where lwj has it confirmed that wwx very much does not like wx's presence

>>which is how lwj joins the defend wwx against wx's advances club

>>jc isn't happy about it bc wwx is mooning for lwj still but he lets it slide

>>wn actually joined the club accidentally and discretely

>>jc's like why couldn't wwx get This wen to crush on him i like him so much better???

>>lwj vinegar moment + flustered wn who just thinks wwx is really cool and nice

>>wq catches wind of what's going on and is worried about wn's involvement

>>but also greatly dislikes wx and doesn't want some random innocent boy to suffer

>>which is how she too accidentally joins the club

>>mianmian joins too but loudly bc she's friends with wwx and lwj and also wx sucks

>>jzx is friends with mianmian so he gets dragged in

>>and he might be an arrogant prat atm but he's not a bad guy and wx's behavior is very despicable

>>jzx has some um Revelations about himself and his family

>>and accidentally becomes an honorary member of the club

>>they're all kinda friends now, it truly sucks, thinks jzx with a small smile

>>xuanli engagement is not broken/salvaged much earlier on bc of this whole

thing

>>anyway that's how all the major sects' youth became so closely entwined

>>lqr was very proud that his lectures enacted firm inter sect relationships

>>lxc is just egging on wangxian while also becoming an honorary member of the club

>>waterborne abyss and stuff still happens

>>jc is even angrier at the wens and straight up completely hides wwx the next time wx comes around so he doesn't even catch a glimpse

>>wx is not happy, especially when lwj is silently passive aggressive the whole time

>>cr study ends, there's this whole lingering wangxian moment when they say their goodbyes

>>wwx and lwj are close now but also lwj can sort of admit it instead of shoving it under years of repression and gay panic

>>lwj agrees to visit at lotus pier and wwx looks so enamored that jc gags and drags him away

>>mianmian snickers and pokes lwj in jest, who actually pokes her back

>>lxc is so proud, his brother has Friends

>>wx is a bit more careful around lotus pier, but he does visit once

>>jfm greets him and is very polite but yzy is very blunt and pissed

>>jc upon getting home had immediately spilled all the info on the wx thing

>>yzy doesn't like wwx but she hates the main wen and wx was being vv disrespectful

>>so she kinda tells wx that wwx isn't here (not a lie, he's on a nighthunt) and that he can go jump a cliff now thanks

>>wx is rather irritated when he leaves

>>comes back again on a later date, but this is the day that the cr friends are all hanging out

>>which isn't really an issue bc wwx is a social butterfly, it's part of what wx likes about him, obviously he has friends

>>but he sees the way wwx looks at lwj, and happens upon a moment where they're alone

>>he is Not Happy

>>in the meanwhile the cr friends are all chilling together and making fun of jzx flustering around jyl and eating lotus pods and whatever

>>yzy for once is like not overcome with irrational rage at wwx's presence bc he did something right for once in her eyes

>>so wwx gets some peace of mind at lotus pier

>>madam jin is also very delighted at the xuanli progress and approves wwx for enacting it

>>no one outside of jiangs + cr know why exactly xuanli are doing so well

>>so madam jin assumes wwx just kinda did some wingman stuff and doesn't know about the wx thing

>>anyway, wangxian is progressing quite nicely, and jc is all the more miserable for it

>>jzx kinda doesn't care lol, the rest of the club are delighted by the entertainment, yzy is further not angry at wwx bc wangxian engagement = lan-jiang alliance = advantageous

>>fast forward and we're at the discussion conference

>>jc is scowlier than usual and is literally holding wwx's hand the whole time

>>and wwx is like bro ty and ily but also this is a bit much

>>jc eventually lets go of his hand but he is never more than a few inches away from wwx's side

>>the state of wangxian at this time means we have wangxian blatantly and publicly mooning and everyone's like :eyes:

>>wx is not happy, shows up and immediately starts seeking out wwx, everyone is uncomfy

>>jc at one point grabs wwx and shoves him into the middle of all the jiang disciples

>>kinda doing that zebra camouflage thing but with jiang disciples lol

>>whenever it looks like wx is gonna ask him about wwx he crosses his arms and scowls severely

>>wx takes his seat very unhappily and the discussion conference proceeds as normal ig

>>but the friends are all taking part in the hunt together

>>wwx and lwj have a lil competition for who snags the most shots

>>lots of flirting during the competition, much to jzx and jc's chagrin

>>wn is just :pleading_face: the whole time but he does excellently and gives everyone a run for their money

>>the wc thing goes a lil differently in that wc is more incensed about wwx's existence bc he knows wx likes wwx

>>targets wwx, it backfired bc of lwj, wc leaves in a huff

>>lwj closely attaches himself to wwx after that, jc is pissed bc that's 2 wens who are making problems about wwx

>>the ribbon incident goes a lil differently

>>it happens after the competition, in front of all the sects

>>wx basically

goes oh your ribbon is crooked and fixes it gently and smiles at lwj and lwj says nothing, just quietly nods and thanks him

>>lqr approaches qi deviation, the sects are shocked, wwx is oblivious, lwj is smug, lxc and the friends are all metaphorically eating popcorn, wx is mad, wrh doesn't care, wq is worried bc wx

>>wx actually corners wwx at one point during a banquet when wwx's alone

>>interestingly, it's jzx who steps in to save the day

>>wwx doesn't need saving tbh but there's sociopolitics to consider + he's a lil scared of wx's persistence tbh

>>and he has a crisis bc on the one hand wwx can just run his mouth and hope for the best except he realizes that wx Likes when he runs his mouth

>>so yea jzx steps in and says something about jyl and wwx is like ahaha duty calls again and yeets

>>jzx just says compliments about jyl as they walk back to the jiang under the pretense of wanting to discuss the engagement

>>wwx reluctantly decides he's ok

>>the jiang keep a firm grip on wwx for the rest of the conference after that

>>jyl uses the shijie card to her advantage to get away with dragging wwx with her everywhere

>>the conference ends and wwx is relieved

>>oh btw wwx placed first by a small margin, lwj and wn following, then jc and jzx tied

>>so the sects are leaving and ofc wwx has to say goodbye to lwj

>>and lwj is like what is your request bc you won

>>and wwx is almost like kiss me but then he Doesn't ok

>>so instead wwx is like lemme think of something interesting :wink: to cover his pining

>>and lwj says mn and Smiles at him and wwx melts on the spot

>>wx catches the interaction and is very unhappy

>>fast forward to the burning of cr

>>there's a reason why wx did it personally, and targeted lwj especially

>>fast forward a bit again, wwx is a lil mopey bc his letter from lwj should've come a few days ago

>>they're pining pen pals bc ofc they are smh :rolling_eyes:

>>at this point, news of cr's destruction hasn't spread to lotus pier yet

>>jc is annoyed and yeets him into the lake and makes him swim off the pining

>>cue yunmeng jiang lake shenanigans

>>and then mf wx shows up to personally deliver the invitation to the wen indoctrination

>>jfm and yzy simply Do Not acknowledge wwx's existence at lotus pier in front of him

>>it's a very tense but quick conversation

>>and then wx leaves and hears wwx and heads in the direction of the latter's voice

>>he gets to the lake to see the jiang disciple swimming in the lake, but no wwx

>>bc jyl knew he had come and quickly run over to the lake to warn and hide wwx

>>jc perched himself on a roof to watch wx and let them know when he was gone

>>that meal they had in cql? yea it goes differently this time around

>>it's mostly yzy hissing at the wens and also having a conundrum over whether or not wwx should go

>>jc votes no, wwx votes shut up jc i'm coming with you

>>jfm concedes, jc is irate, wwx and jc go to the indoctrination

>>but jc makes wwx promise to not ever leave his side

>>and wwx is like that's kinda the whole point?? but ok

>>and then ofc that whole opening scene at nightless city happens

>>what with them standing around and then bam an injured lwj

>>ft the cr friends being all fhkjhkjsghk (/neg) internally

>>except wwx, he's very open about his concern

>>wc shows up, spends half the time glaring at wwx

>>he was supposed to be make it hell for lwj

>>but quite frankly he'd be happy if lwj snatched wwx

>>he very much dislikes his brother's infatuation with wwx

>>so yea it's roughly the same, those first few days

>>except wn secretly visits the disciples

>>slips snacks, gives info, exchanges messages between them, and treats lwj

>>wq finds out, scolds him, and then does the same, mostly treatment

>>and then the dungeon day comes

>>by which i mean that day wwx ended up in the dungeons with the dog thing

>>it goes the same as usual, except wc is particularly harsh, and is focused on wwx

>>so it happens sooner, and only wwx is involved

>>spends the night with the wolf thing, wn comes, yk the drill

>>except he knocks out at one point and wx gets him

>>and he wakes up

in a room and wq and wn are treating him

>>he's quickly given a coded warning

>>and then wx comes

>>wc had been forced out of leading the indoctrination and someone relatively competent is in his place

>>wx doesn't really let wwx go back tho

>>just makes wwx stay with him and basically invades his privacy and harasses him

>>for like. quite some time.

>>wwx also meets wrh a few times and it is. not fun.

>>wrh makes thinly veiled threats about war and attacking lotus pier and stuff

>>and wx reveals he was the one who requested and took charge of cr burning

>>and wwx is angry at wx but then wx gets angry and snaps threats

>>and wwx quiets and realizes wx is relentless

>>and that his connections are putting ppl he cares about at risk

>>it all kinda piles up and wx's insistence gets to his head

>>and then the bell scene (which started all this) happens

>>it might seem kinda ooc this whole thing but like

>>sexual trauma is very different from standard child abuse/classic asian toxicity

>>and you have to consider wwx's position as he has to put up with wx's everything

>>am i projecting? probably, but my au my choices

>>so the bell scene begins with all the heirs and their entourages gathered at that. place

>>idk what it's called but that place from cql where wc was lecturing

>>wc's substitute indoctrinator is like so. y'all can go home now. here's your swords.

>>and everyone's like omg????? but also cr friends are like ok where's wwx :upside_down:

>>and it's a very complicated moment

>>and then they give suibian to jc

>>and he almost kills someone bc he thinks they killed wwx

>>and then they're like no he's alive he just won't need that :upside_down:

>>jc is like WHAT does that even MEAN

>>and it's about to be a whole thing but then wwx shows up

>>and it's all ok for half a second

>>bc yes he's here but he is very obviously not ok

>>and it Shows, wwx is doing such a bad job hiding how not ok he is

>>cr friends are like. what did they do. who am i killing.

>>so now we enter - The Bell Exchange

>>wwx comes forward and (very poorly) tries to lighten the mood and tease jc and is like aw did you miss me

>>jc who was very much terrified is just like yes ofc come here Now let's go home

>>and wwx has this look on his face that's summed up as love and affection but also deep apology and secrecy

>>he slowly goes to jc and his hands are shaky as he takes off his bell and grabs jc's hands to give it to him

>>and wwx is very vague about it he's just like i won't be going back it's ok you're all free to go now i'm making sure of it go back home be safe

>>and jc is having the nth meltdown rn bc wwx what did you do

>>nhs has an idea of the gist, and all the c friends are very concerned

>>and then wen xu shows up and wwx does this silent flinch but in his bones and straightens up

>>and wx is mocking the others and stuff and then wraps an arm around a very uncomfortable wwx and is like

>>"you should be grateful to my fiance for his generous nature"

>>wwx is very obviously not having a good time and is not ok with this

>>he looks like he's going to launch himself from a cliff (hehehe) to avoid this

>>everyone is silent for a minute as they realize what happened

>>a lot of the disciples here were at cr indoctrination

>>so they know at least somewhat of wx's pursual of wwx and the unrequited feelings

>>and it becomes obvious that wwx exchanged something - his freedom, hand in marriage, etc - to set all the disciples free

>>jc draws sandu and is about to go for wx's head bc how Dare he

>>but wwx stops him and tells him very firmly but desperately to not try anything, just go, tell shijie i'm sorry, it'll be ok

>>lwj does that death grip on his sword, 2 seconds away from taking wx's head himself

>>jzx is having lots of feelings about this and a lot aren't nice

>>especially with the weird sort of parallels as far as betrothals

>>also he kinda likes wwx?? they're kinda friends?? and they're brother-in-laws to be anyway

>>and even despite all that, the whole situation just Sucks and jzx is kinda an airhead but he's actually pretty noble

>>mianmian is

like So offended and enraged on behalf of everyone she's ready to throw hands

>>nhs is half horrified for his friend and half cold rage and plotting

>>what really worsens the situations is just how bad wwx is taking it

>>bc he always covers up his pain and worries, and very well at that

>>the fact that he can barely even fake a smile now, and has resolved to outright desperate pleading, not even teasing anyone, says a Lot about how bad things were while he was gone

>>they have suspicions about what wx might have done to wwx while they were alone

>>tl;dr: cr friends kinda have an idea of what wx has done and really want him dead

>>but wwx is forcing them out, and eventually they all do leave, miserably

>>they don't know what had happened for them to be let go with their swords and without consequences

>>and they don't want wwx suffering for their (not really helpful atm) stubbornness

>>jc is stiff and clenching his jaw the entire way home, trying to figure out ways to get wwx out

>>lwj is drowning in his emotions as he goes back to the burnt cr

>>mianmian, jzx, nhs are having very complicated thought processes about everything

>>nhs actually goes with lwj to cr first, to make sure he doesn't do anything dumb and to be a friend

>>drops him off, and eventually heads out after a few days (lqr is appraised of the situation)

>>and lo and behold, he happens to find lxc on his way home, and brings big bro lan back to cr

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