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[ziggysarcana]

The way he had looked at her when she took a drink from the glass was a greater satisfaction than even the first time she had landed a perfect Grand Jeté. Shira would have traded that look for anything, almost anything. It was like being known, or better yet, understood. Being looked at, especially like that, by him was different than the way she was usually looked at. And being looked at was one of the most constant occurrences in her life. When she first came out and everyone gawked at her in the halls, when she was voguing at ballroom events or dancing at the club. The latter of those was the look that was the most similar, but it wasn't quite the same. Customer's at the club looked at her like they wanted to swallow her whole. Silas kind of looked at her in the same way, but there was more to it. Like he wanted to dissect her, to find out what was hiding just behind her eyes. She wanted him to find out, even if it was only for a moment it still meant something to her. Shira's eyes lingered on him for a moment, weighing his words carefully. Her voice, when it finally came, was warm against his cheek. "Okay, then let me see."

Her eyes fell to where his did, on his watch and then out the window too. “It’s quite alright, Silas,” making sure to do the same, glint in her eyes as she grinned “I’m sorry to keep you so long.” Shira knew he didn’t mind but she enjoyed playing coy with him. It made her feel like Katharine Hepburn in a cheesy black and white romance film. Her head tilted to the side just slightly as she watched him pull the card out and scribble something onto it. When it was given to her, she couldn’t help the way her hands instinctively wrapped around it and pulled it to her chest, guarding it unconsciously. “Me too,” her gaze glued to him as he finished the drink. A giggle barely escaping as she said “I’m looking forward to it.” More than she would ever admit to him. Shira stood now to face him, and before he could leave, before she could even think — she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. One that was warm and sweet, but also short because she knew he had things to do.

Silas grinned, "Embellish is a great way of putting it," he said, actually loving the way she said it. Every new word she says or new movement she does further amazes him, like a little jigsaw puzzle being put together with every sentence. Knowing that she is like that, and also having a way with words that can impress him, well it's not helping the butterflies. When Shira took the glass from his hands, ever so gently grazing his fingers, it made his heart skip a beat. He wasn't able to properly feel what her fingers felt like, but it made his fingers tingle, like a surge of electricity went through his body. He wanted to know what her fingers felt like, the warmth of her hand. As she took a drink from the glass, he noticed how she put her lips against the same spot as his, like he had done before. His gaze lingered there, thoughts moving from hand to her lips, what they'd feel like against his. Is that what she felt like when he did that to her?

Silas regretted ever whispering in Shira's ear, because he starting longing for it as soon as he pulled away. He missed the proximity of her, even while they sat mere inches away from each other. He wished he stayed there, listened to her breath, feel it on his neck. He thought about her every individual word, the shape of her mouth as she said them, and what she was thinking of as she said them. He smiled as she talked about how she wanted him to try finding out what intrigues him about her. He responded, still just above a whisper, a reason to stay close to her, "I've never been much of a journey over the destination guy, but with you, I think I would much prefer the search." He had a grin on his face, he wanted to know all he could about her, every single part.

Shira and Silas had been so close to each other for so long, it was like nothing else existed. The party below them had completely vanished from his senses, the smell of the weed they had smoked had been replaced by the ever so faint smell of whatever conditioner Shira uses. The beautiful view outside, the moonlight shining through the trees were nothing compared to it shining through her hair. Nothing compared to the colour of her eyes. Shira telling Silas about what she wants to photograph, about how she wants to see the side of Silas he dosen't show, it caused him to get a knot in his stomach. His heart raced, he definitely did have a side that he hasn't shown many. A side he hasn't shown anyone. Shira was the first person in a long time that he wanted to show that side to. "Shira..." Her name caught in his throat, "I do want you to see." A ringing was rising in his ears, a feeling rising alongside it that he hadn't felt in years, like he confessed a sin he had been holding on to forever. A sin confessed to the beautiful person, just a breath away. He could feel his body start to betray him, his head move forward towards hers. It was like time had stopped in the room... what was the time?

Silas blinked rapidly, like he just woke up, he looked down to his watch. "Damn, we've been talking for a while." It had easily been over an hour, just the two of them. Silas looked out the window, "Stoker and I agreed to meet up to head home about three minutes ago," he looked back to Shira, a look of disapointment every so slightly washing over his face. He stood up off the windowsill, reorientating himself to his now intoxicated state. "I am very sorry to cut this short Shira," he made sure to say her name, he liked the feeling of it, "But tragically I need to head off." He smiled at her, he hated that he had to go, but he had a feeling that they would meet again. He pulled out his wallet from the inside of his jacket, alongside the pen he keeps on him at all times. From the inside of the dark brown leather he pulled a business card, white, nice font, and scribbled something on it. He handed the card to Shira, 'Silas Addams, Author' marked with the scribbles of a phone number, different from the card. "It's an old card, but you can call me there." He was feeling more awake now, like a spell has been broken, "I'll be anticipating our photoshoot." He grinned, grabing the glass out of her hand gently but without request, before finishing the rest of the dwindling drink in placing it on the windowsill next to her.

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yn.yln Sometimes things just work out 🧡

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ynslover MOM’S FIRST DAY!! ❤️‍🩹

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user1 ORANGE FOR PAPAYA? ⤷ yn.yln I am not biased ⤷ landonorris Sureee

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march 26, 2018

liked by 372,373 others charles_leclerc Ciao Melbourne ! P13 today in the race. Very happy about our first race of the season, and had a lot of fun with the 3 overtakes on track. Huge amount learnt and we maxed out what we had this week-end. Can't wait for Bahrain to keep improving in the same way! p.s. second photo was my first race❤️

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user1 IS THAT YN YLN IN THE 2ND PIC AT THE SIDE?

it had been 17 out of the 21 races that season and surprisingly, no interactions between you and charles.

the japanese grand prix changed that. charles, frustrated with his dnf, saw you in the paddock and a small smile started to form at the comfort you brought. he walked your way but halted when he heard two male voices, ones you could clearly hear yourself.

“she’s nothing but a slut, she doesn’t deserve to be a presenter” one laughed, glancing your way as you fiddled with your paddock pass and minded your own business. “yn probably slept her way here, pretty face tough” charles was already fuming “pretty is an understatement; she looks like one of those por-“ charles spun the man around, landed a punch on him. a little dramatic on his end, but he couldn’t contain the anger and disgust from the words he was hearing.

the other guy grabbed charles by the shirt and landed a good punch, his ring making a cut in his forehead.

you turned around with a gasp, sparing no time to get charles away. this could go worse if he stayed there. you grabbed his hand and dragged him to his driver’s room, turning back to see the reporter already cursing profanities very loudly to everyone.

charles gave you directions in to his driver’s room in alfa romeo, ignoring the looks they were both getting in the garage. a tv reporter dragging their rookie driver, who had a bruise forming, by the colar.

after getting the first aid kit, you got him sat down on a chair. charles was mustering up the words to say; he hadn’t exactly planned this to be the scenario where he’d first talk to you. “it’s your rookie year and you got into a fight because of me” you spoke first, inspecting the damage and grabbing a pack of ointment “yes” he replied simply, rubbing his fist softly.

“you cant do that charles” you scolded, grabbing one of the cold coca-cola cans and placing it against his fist. an all too familiar bracelet hanging just above his hand. “i did it for you, no one should say those things about you” your moves flattered “it’s not the first time” you chuckled, licking your lips.

“it shouldn’t be” you held the ice bag to his forehead and looked at him properly. you wouldn’t and couldn’t do this again. he stared at your necklace that spilled out from your blouse. the same necklace he had given you all those years ago.

you followed his eyes and stepped away, tucking the necklace back inside your shirt. you cleared you throat “don’t do this again. if you break your hand…” you paused and scrunched your face at the thought “you wont be able to drive, charles” you sighed heavily and he just continued staring at you “i’m going to get a clinic here.” and the door shut, leaving charles with a tight chest, wishing he said more.

— texts with gigi

october 7, 2018

gigi🪬🤍🫧

damn

Is it true Charlie boo got a 10 grid penalty for punching that reporter?

ynn 🎧🎀⭐️

unfortunately

gigi🪬🤍🫧

why unfortunately

ynn 🎧🎀⭐️

because now i feel like i owe him something and he got hurt, got a cut

gigi🪬🤍🫧

it’s not like you asked him to punch, right?

RIGHT?

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

YEAH I WOULDNT ASK HIM????

sometimes I contemplate going back to vogue. they told me if i stayed a little longer i’d secure a job.. forever…

gigi🪬🤍🫧

aren’t you happier there

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

yeah but this is all because of him. f1 is like.. him. i know the more time we spend together all the moving on i did will wash away

gigi🪬🤍🫧

is he single?

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

GIGI

gigi🪬🤍🫧

WHAT

It doesnt hurt to ask 😜

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

I think he is..

But it doesn't matter. He doesn't like me like that and I need to accept that.

gigi🪬🤍🫧

Did he message you after you left?

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

Good question…. I maybe changed my number..

gigi🪬🤍🫧

🫥

october 23, 2018

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

Oh

gigi🪬🤍🫧

WHAT THE FUCK

IS THAT FROM??

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

Yes. 😭

gigi🪬🤍🫧

he does have moves 😎

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

This isn’t funny, Gigi!!!!! What do I dooooooooooo

gigi🪬🤍🫧

IS THERE A CARD?

IF YEAH WHAT DOES IT SAY

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

“loving you is never a mistake. never let anyone make you think that. you are perfect either way :)”

Has significance by the way

gigi🪬🤍🫧

Righttt. The letter you left him. I say send him flowers back

ynn🎧🎀⭐️

He just followed me on Instagram again

gigi🪬🤍🫧

i say follow him back

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user1 charles in the likes????

user2 charles throwing a punch for her😭😭😭😭

user3 are charles and yn dating

landonorris you’ve got something on your face

⤷ yn.yln thanks! it’s my beauty ❤️

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f1gossipb okay but HEAR ME OUT! view all 273 comments l4ndolov3r “i mean you’re not wrong” 😭😊 SORRY YNCHARLES, I SAY YNLANDO

october 8, 2018

MON, OCTOBER 8, 2018

charles_leclerc

Hello, Yn 👋 Just wanted to ask if you received the flowers I sent you.

yn.yln

Hi, Charles :)

I did get the flowers… I’m sorry, I was going to thank you, but I got busy.

You really didn’t need to get me them or anything

I should be the one sending you something for the trouble you got in

Sorry for the penalty you got…

Thank you for the card by the way

I really appreciate it

sorry for the spam… good night

TUES, OCTOBER 9, 2018

charles_leclerc

Don’t apologize for the spam of messages, I like it. Nor the penalty, I would do it again without a second thought.

Not get the penalty! I meant punching that reporter who talked about you.

And I’m glad you got the flowers and card; I really mean what I put there. I missed you.

yn.yln

I missed you too

charles_leclerc

Would you like to go to this Harry Potter exhibition with me this Thursday?

I know you like those movies

yn.yln

I’m a little busy, Charles. Maybe next time?

charles_leclerc

Of course:) See you tomorrow

[pandorxxx]

Wrong kind of training (part 2)

Neteyam (30) x omatikayan fem reader (23)

Read part 1 here:

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, age kink, praise kink, degrading kink, daddy kink, breeding kink, p in v, oral, mating, cursing, choking, slapping, creampie, multiple orgasms, belly bulge, neck bulge.

🔞Minors do not interact🔞

It had been a month since you and neteyam’s first encounter. Even though no one knew about you too, people had their speculations. The ways he talked to you, held you in public. It was only a matter of time before everyone truly found out. In the meantime, you two had been meeting at your regular spot every other night for training, but you were really there just to talk, kiss, touch….fuck.

“Mmmm daddy I’m s-so close!” You whined, holding onto the tree bark that your cheek was smushed into. He bent down to your ear, letting his fangs graze the lobe before kissing it

“I know, baby! Cum for daddy!” He grunted, drilling into you hard and deep. And on instant, your mouth flew opened as you squirted all over him.

“Fuck! You ready for me to fill you up? Huh?” He moaned as his thrusts became sloppier. You nodded frantically, spreading your legs farther apart to give him easier access.

“Yessss, just like that baby!” he growled slapping your ass before pumping his seed into you. He threw his head back, thrusting into you slowly to ride out his high.

“Mmmm” you hummed, feeling his seed paint your walls just right. He chuckled, kissing your cheek.“Daddy’s little girl, right?” He asked, pulling your hair behind your shoulders. You nodded again, smiling deliriously. He pulled out slowly, watching his seed run down your thighs as your legs twitched from your orgasm.

“Come on, baby” he smiled, turning you around before picking you up bridal style, walking towards the stream.“I’m going to clean you up, and then I’ll take you home.” He smiled, looking down at you as he walked waist deep into the river. He got to a rock, sitting you on it before cupping water in his hands, running it along your body.

“Neteyam? c-can I stay with you tonight?” You asked hesitantly, looking into his eyes desperately. He smiled again, sighing as he washed your thighs.

“You ask me this every night. What do I always say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for you to speak.

“It’s too risky, and my dad might find out.” You muttered, throwing your head down in defeat. He picked your chin up, looking into your teary eyes.

“Y/n, im supposed to be training you. What would your father think of me if he discovered this?” He asked, spreading your legs to wash your cunt gently.

“Is that why you haven’t mated with me yet? Because of my father?” You asked, closing your legs on his hand in frustration. He looked up at you through his eyebrows before standing up straight.

“Open your legs, y/n.” he commanded calmly, with a low growl building in his chest. “NO! Answer the question!” You shouted, crossing your arms. He clenched his jaw, looking around the forest before glaring at you.

“Keep your fucking voice down.” He growled, pointing his finger at you. You shook your head, pouting at him. “NO! TELL ME WHY YOU WON’T MATE WITH ME!” You shouted even louder. He nodded his head with pursed lips before getting in your face.

“Keep on, and I’ll give you something to scream about. Do you fucking hear me?” He shouted through gritted teeth, gripping your dainty arm tightly. You pouted up at him, as your eyebrows furrowed. He looked you up and down angrily before letting your arm go.

“Smart choice.” He spat, prying your legs opened again. “Now, I told you why I can’t mate with you, it wouldn’t look right!” He growled, still washing the flesh in between your legs gently.

“But you can fuck me on the regular?” You asked sarcastically, pushing him away as you got up, walking towards the shore.

“Y/N! Get back here!” He roared, following you to the shore. He caught up to you, pulling you back to him by your tail. You yelped in pain as you fell back into his broad chest.

“Now I want you to LISTEN!” he started, wrapping your tail around his forearm, yanking it slightly. “I do not have time for your attitude. I’ll put you in check right here, right now if you do not stop! You hear me?” He growled in your ear, yanking your tail hard.

“Ouch, I GET IT!” You screamed, holding on to his arm that had your tail wrapped around it.

“Walk.” He commanded, still holding your tail around his arm. You hissed loudly, making him yank your tail again.

“Ohhh you wanna test me tonight? Please give me a reason to wear you out right here!” He growled, snaking his free hand around to your neck, gripping it tightly.

“Now WALK!” He commanded again, clenching his jaw. You rolled your eyes, following his orders as you both walked to the shore. He let your tail and neck go, walking over to his loincloth.

“Get dressed, I’m taking you home!” He commanded loudly, nose flared as he tied his loincloth. You looked at him with disgust before bending down to grab your cloths. You tied them angrily, huffing and puffing with every movement.

“Let’s go! And I don’t want to hear another word from you!” He said sternly, watching you walk in-front of him silently.

The walk to your hut was silent. You walked in-front of him as he trailed behind, watching your back for anything dangerous. You finally reached your fathers hut, walking in without looking back at him, not even a goodbye. Neteyam walked in behind you, seeing your father at the table. You bolted to your room, slamming the door shut.

“Oh no, what happened?” Your father asked neteyam, still staring at your bedroom door in confusion. Neteyam shook his head, placing his hands on his hips as he plastered a face smile across his face.

“I think she’s just fed up with my training, Sir.” Neteyam started, sighing loudly before continuing.

“m-maybe it would be best if we….stopped for a while.” He projected his voice for you to hear through the door. Your heart sank as you cried on your cot. Was this his way of breaking up with you? Saying that he didn’t want to train you anymore?

“Yes, I understand. Maybe she just needs a break.” Your dad smiled weakly, shifting his eye contact from your door, to Neteyam.

“I think we both need a break, your daughter is a handful, sir!” Neteyam chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. Your father laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

“Oh, tell me about it!” Your dad chuckled, motioning for Neteyam to come and take a seat. He obliged, sitting across from your father.

“I-I’m almost, worried for her.” Your father sighed, knocking his knuckles on the table as he shook his head. “in what ways, sir?” Neteyam asked, intrigued with the conversation.

“Well, she’s 23, and not a mate in sight. I’m afraid her stubbornness will be her downfall.” Your father confessed, gesturing calmly. Neteyam knew about your stubbornness all too well, but he also knew how to handle that like no other.

“Trust me, I understand how stubborn she can be, but their are many other qualities to her that a man would be happy to experience. Just give her time.” Neteyam spoke softly, nodding his head as he looked in the direction of your shut door.

“I hope so.” Your father shook his head, before stopping suddenly, looking up at Neteyam with glee. Neteyam was confused for a moment before he finally spoke.

“What is it, sir?” Neteyam asked, sitting up in his chair. “Don’t you have a training camp tomorrow? For some of the young warriors in the clan?” Your father asked with a smile, and wide eyes full of hope. Neteyam scratched his head in confusion, nodding his head at your father.

“Yes, sir. Bright and early!” Neteyam responded, sitting back in his chair again. Your father hesitated to ask this question, but he did anyway.

“What if you took her with you? She could meet the males her age, and hopefully find a mate!”your father whispered in pure excitement, not wanting you to hear the plan. Neteyam’s heart dropped at the mere thought of you being with another man.

“Oh, sir I don’t k-” neteyam started nervously, being interrupted by your father.

“Please, neteyam. You of all people know that she needs this.” Your father begged, gripping the sides of the table. Neteyam was devastated, it felt like his entire world came crumbling down at his feet. How was he supposed to endure you talking to another man? Building a bond with another man?

He sighed loudly, hesitating to say his next words, but he did. Neteyam wanted to keep your father happy, so he did what he had to do.

“I’ll be back in the morning to get her.” He smiled weakly, swiftly standing to his feet as your father did the same.

“Neteyam, Thank you. I will be gone on a hunting trip in the morning, so I’ll make sure she’s up, and ready to go for you.” Your father nodded, embracing Neteyam with a hand shake. Neteyam nodded firmly, before turning around to walk out.

You sat on the other side of your shut door, taking in the conversation about you. Did your father really think that you were stubborn? And Neteyam too? You didn’t want to be apart of this training camp, and you sure as hell didn’t want to meet the male warriors your age. All you wanted was Neteyam, and the feelings didn’t seem to be reciprocated as much on his end.

The next morning, your father woke you up bright and early, telling you what you already heard last night before he left for the day. You got dressed, before sitting at the table to eat your fruit.

You could sense Neteyam coming from around the corner before he even walked in. He walked towards the table slowly, sitting in the same spot he did last night.

“Goodmorning, y/n.” He spoke calmly, leaning back in the chair as he watched you eat. You looked into his eyes briefly, scanning his entire body before taking a bit of your fruit again.

“Is it good?” He asked, crossing his arms, glaring at you. “Really good” you snapped back, taking a slow bite out of the fruit as you maintained eye contact with him. He looked you up and down with a slight smirk.

“I have a feeling you are going to give daddy a reeeaaaallllly hard time today! Am I right?” He asked calmly, tilting his head.

“Correct.” You nodded, taking the rest of the fruit in your mouth, dusting your hands off. “And that’s fine. Just don’t get too touchy feely with my warriors, or you and I are going to have a huge problem.” He smirked followed by a low growl rumbling in his chest.

“I’ll do what I want.” You smiled at him, crossing your legs ontop of the table. He watched you intently, almost feeling enticed enough to take you right here, right now. Instead he chuckled lightly, shaking his head at you.

“What? You want some attention? I’ll give you some fucking attention. Lay even a single finger on one of my warriors, and I’ll show you.” He spoke in his melodic tone, nodding his head as he pursed his lips at you.

“Isn’t the whole point of this? to find a mate?” You asked with a smirk, crossing your arms across your chest. “My warriors are off limits.” He shook his head.

“All of the males are warriors, neteyam.” You smiled sarcastically. “Exactly…” he smiled, sitting up in the chair, placing his hands on the table.

“What? Afraid that i might actually find someone today? Someone my age as you like to say?” You asked all-knowingly as you squinted your eyes at him. He traced your body again, before glaring at you, licking his lips.

“Let’s go.” He commanded, standing swiftly as he walked towards the door. You rolled your eyes, before standing, walking towards him.

“Play nice today.” He said, following your body with his eyes as you made your way in-front of him, walking out of the hut.

Another quiet walk to the meeting spot for the warriors. Neteyam was in front, as you trailed behind him. He would occasionally look back to make sure that you hadn’t run off.

You two were getting closer to the warriors, as you started to hear distant male laughter, and arrows being shot through trees. You bent the corner to see 7 gorgeous warriors. They were all muscular, strong, and you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them.

“Alright settle down!” Neteyam shouted, standing before the warriors as the filed in. “Go sit over there, baby.” He whispered, pointing to the rock behind him, motioning for you to sit. You scanned the line of fine men quickly, before turning around to take your place.

“Are you not going to introduce us?” One of the warriors spat jokingly, making the others laugh. Neteyam snapped his head to him, glaring at him angrily.

“Are you here for her, or are you here to learn?” He asked sternly, and the entire line of young me fell completely silent.

“That’s what I thought. Start your warm ups.” Neteyam commanded, dismissing them. They all dispersed, starting their exercises. You watched them intently. watching them sweat, as their muscles flexed. You were almost in a trance until you were snapped out of it.

“PLAY. NICE.” Neteyam muttered, grabbing your arm tightly, clenching his jaw as he glared at you. You snatched out of his grip, rolling your eyes before going back to the show in-front of you. He growled loudly, looking between you and the warriors.

“ENOUGH OF THE WARMUPS!” Neteyam shouted, waving his hands to get their attention.

“But sir, we just started.” One of the warriors replied, scratching his head in confusion.

“I KNOW THAT, j-just-” neteyam stuttered, getting cut off by one of the warriors.

“So why are we-” the warrior started, immediately being cut off by an angry Neteyam.

“GODDAMIT! YOUR’E DONE FOR THE DAY! SIT OVER THERE!” Neteyam roared, pointing behind him. The warrior smacked his lips, stomping over to the rock you were seated at. Neteyam turned around, seeing the warrior sitting directly next to you.

“Y/n, scoot over.” He commanded, nudging his head in the direction he wanted you to go, but you took this opportunity to mess with him. You scoot closer to the warrior, to the point where your thighs were touching his.

“Like this?” You asked innocently. His eyes narrowed, as he gently flicked his nose with his thumb before dropping his hand to his side.

“Oh im sorry, did you mean like this?” You asked, getting up to sit on the young warriors lap. The warriors eye widened, scanning your body as you adjusted yourself on him.

“Get up.” He commanded angrily through gritted teeth. You completely ignored Neteyam, whipping your head around to the young warrior.

“What’s your name?” You smiled.

“Ze’kitey, yours?” the young warrior replied, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“Y/n! Nice to meet you!” You squeaked in happiness, shifting to the side to put your arms around his neck.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out here with us?” He asked, biting his lip as he eyed you up and down.

“Aggh! DISMISSED! EVERYONE!” Neteyam growled, darting over to you. He yanked you off of ze’kitey’s lap, pulling you over his shoulder like a rag doll.

“Tomorrow morning! Be here!” He shouted to the warriors over your pleads to put you down. He walked off with you in hand, all the way to his hut. When you finally got there, he put you down, slamming the door behind him.

“YOU ARE DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY!” He growled, punching the wall as you stood there, genuinely terrified. Maybe you took it too far this time.

He walked over to you, grabbing your neck harshly. “Why are you so damn STUBBORN?, HUH?” He yelled, shaking your neck with every syllable.

“Because you haven’t given me what I want yet…” you smirked. Holding onto his wrist as you looked into his eyes.

“Oh, I’ll give you what you want all right. Don’t fucking test me.” He growled, bringing you closer to his lips by your neck.

“I’ll test you all I fucking want. If you don’t want to give me what I’ve asked for, I’ll go find a man who will. How about that?” You tilted your head, still inches away from his lips.

“I’ll kill any man that even thinks about it…” he growled, backing you into the wall. His free hand rested above your head as he glared down at you.

“If I knew you were this crazy, I would’ve never done this with you. Why do you care who I mate with? YOU DONT WANT TO, REMEMBER?!” You shouted, pouting up at him as you wiggled to get out of his grasp.

“You want it that bad, huh?” He asked, letting your neck go before hoisting you up by your thighs.

“I want it SO bad!” You muttered through a clenched jaw, trailing your hands down his muscular arms.

“Tell me what you want!” He growled, holding you up with one hand as he untied his loincloth.

“I want you to put me in my place. I want to be your mate. I want you to fill me to the brim with your seed, and watch my belly grow with your children.” You confessed as you untied your top, throwing it to the side. Your words sent him into a frenzy, as he ripped your loincloth off.

“Open up.” He commanded, and you obliged quickly. Without warning he stuffed your loincloth in your mouth.

“You’re gonna need to bite down on this because I’m going to have you screaming in a few minutes.” He growled, plunging into you with no warning. As promised, you bit down on your cloth to muffle your screams.

“This is what you want? Huh?” He asked, thrusting into you fast and deep. Your face contorted In pleasure, as it consumed every part of your being. You reached around, trying to use your strength to climb up the wall, but he pulled you back down on him harder.

“No, let me give you what you want! Put you in your place! Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for all day?” He moaned breathlessly, as he trapped you between the wall and his body weight. You spat your loincloth out, immediately letting out a loud moan as spit trailed down your chin.

“Daddyyy I-I’m!” You stuttered before your mouth flew opened, arching your back all the way off of the wall. He licked your exposed chest before sucking on it, leaving hickeys all across your neck line.

“I’m not gonna let you off that fucking easy, baby! You’re gonna hold it until I feel that you’ve learned your lesson.” He growled, slowing his pace down, thrusting into you hard and deep, just how you liked it. Your toes curled, as your vision went blurry from tears.

“NETEYAM PLEASE!” You screamed sharply, as your legs started to shake lightly.

"Who?” He muttered through gritted teeth, tilting his head at you.

“Mmm d-daddy, please!” You pleaded with him, tapping his shoulder as an attempt to tap out.

“You’ve been a really bad girl today. Giving daddy such a hard time! Maybe I should make you hold it all night!” He grunted, slamming into you hard, rolling his hips directly into your sweetspot.

You screamed out loud, throwing your head back on the wall. “Pleaseee, daddy! d-dont do this to meee!” You whined as tears streamed down your face. You tried climbing up tho wall again, but was unsuccessful.

“Don’t run from me, y/n! Look at me while I punish you!” He growled, grabbing your cheeks to keep your gaze locked on his. “You feel me, baby?” He asked, thrusting into you at a steady pace as he held eye contact with you. Your legs started shaking faster, as you squealed in his grasp.“

Have you learned your fucking lesson? Your not gonna give me a hard time anymore, are you?” He asked, kissing your bottom lip.

“Nooo! I’ll b-be nghh! a good girl for you, daddy!” You moaned, trembling in his arms as you desperately waited for his permission. He bit his lip, admiring your pleasurable expressions.

“Mhmm, cum for daddy!” He chuckled, watching you lose it. “Ohhhhh shittttt!” You screamed, squirting all over him as your vision blurred.

“Good girl! Let it out for me.” He panted, thrusting into you slowly, letting you ride out your high. You fell limp in his arms, twitching occasionally as you whimpered softly.

“Oh no baby, I’m not done with you yet! Wake up!” He shouted sternly, leaning you back on the wall, slapping your face lightly to wake you up.

He placed you on your knees in front of him as he held you up by your hair. He grabbed his cock, slapping your lips with his tip.

“Open that big mouth of yours for me.” He smirked, watching you open your mouth lazily. Without a warning, he slammed his cock to the back of your throat, making you gag loudly. You hit his thigh weakly, trying to get him to let up, but he couldn’t care less.

“You wanted some attention, right! You’ve got my full attention now baby.” He grunted, thrusting into your mouth. Your throat contracted to fit his length, making a bulge appear with every thrust.

“This tight little throat of yours! You’re doing so fucking good!” He moaned, thrusting faster. You could feel your consciousness slipping away as your eyes lazily rolled to the back of your head. In an instant, you felt relief as he pulled out of your mouth. You gasped loudly, spit lines connecting your mouth to his cock as drool cascaded down your chin. Your eyes were read from crying, and the lack of air.

“I can’t have you passing out on me, y/n. Wake the fuck up and take this punishment like a good girl!” He growled, slapping your face harder, leaving handprints. He chuckled, watching you drift in and out of consciousness.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby.” He laughed, picking you up to throw you on the cot. You whimpered at the impact, trying your best to crawl away from him. He grabbed your arms harshly, pinning them behind your back before smacking your ass hard.

“d-daddy please, I-I need your help.” You strained, crying into the cot. He eased up on your arms, knowing exactly what you wanted from him. What you’ve been begging for this entire time.

“Show me what you want!” He growled, as he let your arms go. You reached back lazily, grabbing his queue. He smiled at your relentlessness. Even after all he’d done, after everything he’d said to you about mating, and you still wanted him. You wouldn’t let up, until he was yours. He always loved you, but you had finally earned your place in his heart. He flipped you over to face him, settling himself between your legs.

“I see you, y/n. I want to be mated with you for life.” He admitted, gently bringing your queue inches away from his. He grabbed your hand, pulling it up to your queue, helping you hold it.

“We can’t go back after this. Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me, for life?” He asked, tearing up as he watched you nod frantically.

“tis a-all I’ve ever wanted, neteyam.” You confessed as tears blurred your vision. And with that, he brought his queue closer to yours, connecting them together. You gasped loudly, almost as if he just revived you, brought you back to life. His pupils dilated, feeling a wave of emotion that he’d never felt before. You two could feel everything. The love, the burning desire for each other, it all hit you at once.

“Comere” you whispered, pulling him down to indulge in a passionate kiss. Your lips moved in sync with his, tongues fighting for dominance. He reached down to his cock, guiding it through your entrance. You both moaned loudly, feeling everything 10x as much.

“I know I’ve been neglecting you emotionally, I can feel it. I’m so sorry baby.” He spoke breathlessly, sitting up between your legs, pulling you down further onto him.

“But if you’d let me, I’d like to make it up to you.” He smiled, thrusting into you softly. You nodded with your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Yes, yes please daddy!” You pleaded, rolling your hips into his, in desperate need of another orgasm. He smirked, grabbing your hips as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. He hit your sweetspot every time, causing you to whine out loud.

“I know baby, I feel it too!” He moaned, trailing his hand all the way down your torso, sending shivers down your spine.

“I-I need you closer to me, daddy!” You cried, bringing him down to you by his arms. He fell into you, immediately engulfing you in his warm grasp, thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Fuck, y/n! I love you so much.” He moaned in your ear, contorting his face in pleasure. You placed your hands on his muscular back, scratching it up.

“Mmm! I love you too! I love y-you sooo much!” You moaned, feeling your peak nearing. He rubbed his head in the pit of your neck to leave his scent, as he grunted loudly.

“I’m gonna fill you up just right! Just how you like it!” he moaned, snaking his head around to your lips, kissing them softly as he sped up his pace.

“I want all of you, daddy! Give me everything!” You whined as your legs started to shake again.

“Everything?” He asked breathlessly.

“Everythingggg!!!” You cried, tears running down your face as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“You want to bare my children? Right here?” He grunted, pressing down on the bulge in your stomach where his cock was.

“Yessss! Please!” You whined, trembling in his arms as your orgasm was near. “You want me to cum inside of you? Breed you like the little slut you are?” He moaned, twitching inside of you as he felt his peak nearing.

“I want it so bad! Please give it to meee!” You moaned, eyes rolling back as you convulsed in his arms.“Daddyyy, I’m c-cumming!” You screamed, squirting all over him, you reached down to tap your clit, creating the right amount of friction to make you spazz uncontrollably.

“Yes! Yes! Yesss!” You whined, before your jaw dropped, feeling Neteyam brush against your sweetspot as his thrust became sloppier.

“You’re such a good girl, I’m gonna give you what you want, baby!” He grunted before sending you one last thrust, painting you walls, and filling you to the brim like he promised.

“Shhhhitttttt!” He moaned, convulsing on top of you. “Mmmm yesss!” You threw your head back, feeling his seed flow into your empty womb. He thrusted into you steadily, riding out his high before pulling out slowly. He sat up, watching his seed seep out of your cunt, licking his lips before speaking:

“You’re stuck with me, now”

This story literally took me all damn day to write. I am tired🤦🏾‍♀️. I really tried my best to top the first one but idkkkk yall. Lemme know what y’all think in the comments. As always, I love y’all and I’ll talk to y’all later!!❤️

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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[celestialtarot11]

Messages from your pet/s 🐱🌜💖

Hi friends! A long time ago I said I would publish a PAC reading centered around messages from your pets 💗 here it is! Enjoy 🍵 feel free to like, comment and reblog! Pick a bouquet —>

Pile 1: The Magician • 4 of wands

Hi pile 1’s! Welcome to your pile 💗🍵 I feel your per first of all, loves hanging around you. They could actually be your soulmate manifested in a different being this lifetime 🤍 they are your other half essentially. Some of you may own black cats! I feel right away your pet has an auspicious message about a new event, person or celebration coming up for you. This could be something you actually wanted and it’s coming your way 🤗 so definitely enjoy that! That sounds wonderful and I feel your pet is actually guiding your manifestations in a way. They are a guardian, and they also protect you from energies that don’t serve your highest good in this lifetime. Their existence deflects negativity! I heard a long time ago if cats purr they are taking away pain or something 🤔 I have no idea how true this is, but comment below and let me know! Because I am seeing a cat rubbing against you and purring a lot to get rid of evil eye 🧿🪬 so your animals are very protective, even the ones that aren’t a cat 🤣 they do watch over you, and love to spend time with you 🙌 I think if there is someone you don’t like, they will know right away and give that person a full on stare, or not interact with them. Thats your sign your animal supports you 💅🏻 and also is saying that person is negative (I heard full of shit but I resorted to respectful tactics 🤣) wow so your pet is definitely not one to mess with! I hope you are all well pile 1’s! Thank you for coming by and I appreciate any support to this blog 🤍

Pile 2: Seven of wands • Ace of cups

Hi pile 2’s! Welcome to your reading 🤗💘 excited to have you here! Lets see what messages your pet has for you. I see that they feel fulfilled, cared for and loved by you. They have a special spiritual bond with you, so maybe you see them in dreams, or they will have messages for you in your waking life when you spend time with them. Sometimes its almost like, “wait, why can I hear you talking? Im the human one” 🤣 now, unless you have schizophrenia, which please be careful and get that checked out! Your animal is trying to communicate with you via intuition, and loves to connect with you that way. You two share a special soul bond. A message they have is to persevere any issue you have right now, and they believe in you 🙌 they got your back, and they believe in your ability to move past an issue or situation! Or if times have been rough, they want to be there for you and spend time with you to make you feel better 🥹💘 honestly that is so sweet. But they definitely want to see you smile again. Im drawn to notice how the ace of cups in this deck has a bouquet too 🤣 just like our piles themes. So get some flowers if you’re not allergic. Put them in your space! Or garden, if it’s not winter in your hemisphere. Caring for plants is important now. Or being in nature will lift your energy 💘🤗 thank you pile 2’s! I appreciate you coming by, please support this blog in any way you can 🍵🙌

Pile 3: The lovers • 5 of swords

Hi pile 3’s! 💘🍵🤍 Welcome, please enjoy this message brought to you by your loving pet. So far I see if they have passed away, or had an injury they remember you 🥹💘 they did not forget you at all. They are watching over you. And somehow I feel they left something for you behind, there’s almost an energetic baggage of love and abundance at your doorstep. In a good way, they left behind something beautiful you can transform in this lifetime. Whether they are alive or not, your pet has brought in a different energy into your life and you probably noticed the shift right away. This could be an emotional support animal! This pet brought love and care into your life, and they are thankful for your presence 🤗💘 they miss you always, even if they are around you now. Some of you may have had a parakeet, or a bigger bird. They want you to remember the good times and smile because you had them 🤍 so whether your pet is alive or not, they want you to enjoy your moments with them, and everyone. There’s such an unconditional loving energy here, its beautiful 🥹💗 they want you to be accepting, and less harsh on yourself is what I heard. You did all you could is also something I heard. I forgive you. There are some intense energies here, please take care pile 3’s ❤️‍🩹 I am wishing you the best and all the love and peace!

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[ziggysarcana]

Shira's lips quirked into a small smile against the flesh of his palms. An electricity that lingered on her lips, warm against his hand. The look on his face told her mostly everything she needed to know. Which was weird for someone always second guessing herself. She found herself not doing that as much around him, something about him was so right it was hard for her to not trust him. And in turn, trust herself when it came to him. As easy as a breath. The scene before her, better than anything she could capture through a lens. The way he looked at her, eyes softening, posture shifting. It's the kind of reaction that would make a Nobel Prize winning shot. So real, unguarded. It was something she wouldn't want to capture though. Selfishly, she wanted to be the only one that got to see him look like that. As if he were Zeus she were Hera herself; queen of Mount Olympus in all of her glory. Her soft lips lingered on his palm for a few more beats before she slowly lowered it back down. The echo of him still on her skin. The only time in human history that someone has ever wished for an echo to turn into an avalanche. "You're in luck, my sweet. I only take the pictures." Shira said, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fact that she could feel the buzz of him on her lips, even if it was only his palm; it did something to her. Something heady and ethereal. "Though if I were a journalist, I would want to keep everything off the record regardless. I want your words all to myself." Again, selfish. But she didn't care. She tried to brush it off with a wink, but it was true.

One thing she couldn't brush off however, was the way her cheeks flushed. A light rose dusting her cheeks, fitting for Shira Rose, but embarrassing all the same. It was brought on by a conversation she recalled with her coworker, Elias. She had mentioned meeting a handsome stranger at the party he had invited her to. She had sheepishly thrusted the business card towards him and much to the surprise of both; he was supposed to interview said stranger later that month. It was such a simple thing but it was something she wouldn't dare tell Silas. The precise thing that caused her to blush in the first place; Shira gushing about Silas like a lovesick puppy to her friend. Like she was bound to start writing their initials framed with hearts into the margins of her homework at any moment, ignoring everything else in the world besides the fluttering in her heart. It was too much, or perhaps not enough. Never enough, with him. She longed to just reach forward and take his hand again but hers merely twitched in response. Her logical brain yelling at her ‘don't fuck this up, please.’ Self-conscious and what could only be described as lovestruck, she had to turn herself to conceal her cheeks. Only for a moment, it couldn’t be a beat longer than that. Because despite the fact that he flustered her more than anyone ever had, she couldn’t bare to not see his face. Blinking was hard enough. She tried to pull her attention to where his was; around the kitchen. The layout is what she would call 'cute' or 'cozy'. Usually the space was messy, not dirty but she didn't always pick up the tchotchke sor letters on the island. She did tonight, of course. Shira had brought out the good candles, the ones that smelt like Bergamont and Thyme. Put on an Etta James record, anything she could think of to impress the man. Another strike against her ‘feminist card’.

"You're welcome, Silas" she said, it was barely above a whisper and nearly caught in her throat as he approached her. He was close, closer than he had ever been. It intoxicated her to no end, her head spinning. Shira was sure that someone had just flipped the off switch on the planet's gravity. Being thrusted to Mars would have been an enticing idea before she met him, but now it felt too far away. She wanted to be where Silas was. And here he was, she could hardly handle herself. Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to steady her breath, gently laying her hand against his chest; afraid he might float away too. She could have sworn she was dreaming, but when she opened her eyes he was still standing there and so was her hand. She didn't move it, selfish for the third time — it felt nice being there. "Sandwich, yeah," Shira managed, "anything you want." Another admission of the truth. One that wasn't as hard to swallow as the heart in her throat. She was blushing again but this time there was nowhere to hide her face. Except for against him. “Thank you.” She said. This time her idea actually came to fruition instead of just swirling in her mind; she leaned towards him and hid her face into his shoulder, nose brushing against his collarbone through his shirt. This did absolutely nothing to calm the heat in her cheeks — only exacerbated it. Shira didn’t care about that anymore because she could smell him and it took all of her focus. A scent she could only describe as; ‘Silas’ or ‘heavenly’, more precisely ‘home’. She took a deep inhale before she spoke, her words muffled by his chest “I’m sorry,” a giggle came next before she stood up straight to face him again “you’re standing so close to me, it’s too hard to think.” She whispered, her hand grasping onto his shirt gently as she added, “But I like it, don’t go. Please.”

Time felt like it slowed as Shira brought Silas' hand up to her mouth, he could feel every muscle in his arm strain as he allowed her to move his hand. He wasn't resisting, it was the opposite, he wanted it more than anything. As her lips touched the palm of his hand, it was like a white hot brand had just been placed there. His eyes widened, he could feel his jaw grow agape, like he was in a cartoon. His heart may as well been beating out of his chest, cherubs playing an angelic fanfare discend around him, his tongue could have rolled out onto the ground. Her lips were soft, warm, it was everything he imagined they would feel like, and that was just from her kissing the palm of his hand. The cold breath of her whisper soothed him, calmed him, he could feel an urge in his body he hadn't felt for a long time. He didn't know what to call it, love felt too insignificant, yearning too trivial. He craved her. It made him want to write. She made him want to write. Silas was glad Shira took a pause, because he needed it, he was able to recoup his thoughts so that he could pay attention to her words, instead of her lips. "The Chronical? I didn't know I was talking to a journalist. I sure hope everything is strictly off the record." He grinned, talking with a humorously stern tone. When she talked about him putting her in a joyous mood, he could feel those damn butterflies rustle around, but he was able to keep his composure well enough to reply. "You'll have to keep me around then, I'd hate to deprive the world from such a beautiful smile."

There was something about the way Shira talked that had Silas entranced. Every word, every tone, he wanted to just sit and talk with her for hours, if not longer. The little voice she put on to talk about the tour seemed so sweet to him. He wanted to just sit and watch her do little voices while saying anything. The parting on their hands left his palm inconveivably cold, like feeling the cold air cut against you after leaving the sancutary of a warm fire. He missed it, he clasped his hands together trying to appreciate what he once had, tracing his fingers against the space her hand was taking. Silas quickly recovered though due to the anticipation he felt from seeing Shira's house. As they walked towards the kitchen, Silas took a chance to get a closer look at the little details of her house, trying to get any semblance of what her life is like, a life he has been thinking about nonstop. Her kitchen looked like any other kitchen, but he couldn't help but focus on every little detail. The small pots she keeps her coffee and sugar in, the type of fridge she has, he has never cared about someones fridge before so much. It amazed him. She amazed him.

Silas watched Shira walk around the counter, him following closely behind, not wanting to allow a chance for him to lose her, even if they the only two in the apartment. He grinned as she offered him a drink, talking like it was another performance and he was the sole VIP. He felt like an important person while around her, not just a person with a badge, but someone actually significant. "I'm alright for now, thank you Shira." He responded to her offer of a drink. As she leant against the counter and gestured him towards her, he gladed accepted the offer. He stepped closer, entering her personal space, placing a hand on the counter behind her. He could only just feel her clothes against him, so close but so infinitely far from her. Silas gazed longingly into her eyes as she offered him food, he felt possessed. He liked it. Her offer of a sandwich, and the stark realisation in her eyes, brought him to laugher as soon as she started to laugh herself. Her laughter sounded like a beautiful sonnet, every inhale and every chuckle a gorgeous poem, a metaphor he could write an essay on. He liked knowing that she felt as flustered around him as he did around her. "Luckily for you, I made sure to eat before I came over. I will definitely remember that the offer of a sandwich is on the table though." He grinned, reminding her of what she just said. He leant in, just the tiniest bit closer, not to make any more contact but to remind himself of just how close he was to her, "You have a gorgeous kitchen Shira, it suits you." He felt like his words weren't significant enough for what he meant, he didn't know how, but he had to rectify it.

[goldfades]

who would you say is your favorite wbb writer on here? for research purposes

-🪬

gosh i literally have so many but the ones i can name at the top of my head are @bueckersstrap @euphternal @pb524830 @sweetbans29 @jareaul0ver @leilanihours @girlokwhatever @caitlinbueckers @makethemhoesmad @calicoheartz @iminlovewithpaigebueckers

there's sooooo SOOOOO many more talented writers on here, these are just the ones that i read/interact with the most. thanks for the ask nonnie baby!!!!!!!!!!!!

[oldiesstationlover11607]

So like about that one TikTok I’ve sent you, I was thinking the most basic, every school girl dream, plot. Like the reader is a fan and she comes to see them live, stands there, Josh likes her, interacts with her during the show and then invites her backstage to do some dirty things

Loved your work about Tyler throughout the years, that was exactly what I was thinking about 💖💖💖🪬

Backstage - Josh Dun x Fem!Reader - Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex (do not do that lol eww) + the trauma that comes with reading smut :)

Word Count: 2551

A/N: Sorry this took so long lol it was fun 😭 i tried second person pov and present tense so lmk if you prefer that. enjoy bestie :)

message for people who know me irl - FUCK OFF RN OR I WILL FIND YOU :)

You’ve never been this close to the stage before. The lights are blinding, and the bass thumps so loud you can feel it in your chest, vibrating through your entire body. You’ve seen Twenty One Pilots live before, but this is something different. This is intimate. Front row, close enough to almost touch the band, close enough to feel the energy pulse through you like an electric current.

The crowd around you screams as the music starts, and your heart races in anticipation. Tyler's voice fills the arena, smooth yet raw, while Josh sits behind the drums, pounding away with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken. You can barely take your eyes off him. His cotton candy pink hair shines under the spotlights, his arms moving with impossible speed, muscles flexing with every hit. You’ve always had a bit of a crush on Josh, but seeing him this close is something else entirely. He is magnetic.

You try to focus on the music, letting yourself get lost in the moment like everyone else around you. But every now and then, your gaze drifts back to Josh. And that’s when it happens. For the briefest second, in the middle of a song, he looks directly at you. You’re not imagining it. His eyes flick over the crowd, then land on you. It’s like the air around you shifts. His lips curve into a small, almost imperceptible smile, and then he goes back to drumming, but the connection lingers.

You brush it off, thinking it’s just a coincidence. After all, there are hundreds of people in the crowd. Why would he notice you? But as the show goes on, you keep catching him glancing in your direction. Every time, his gaze seems to linger a little longer. During the bridge of one song, he stands up, walks around the front of the stage while Tyler plays solo, and again, his eyes find yours. This time, he winks.

Your breath catches in your throat. Is this really happening? You can’t believe it. Your whole body feels like it’s buzzing, your skin tingling under the heat of his attention. It feels like the whole arena has faded away, and it’s just the two of you. His energy is palpable, almost overwhelming, and you feel yourself getting lost in it, in him.

As the show nears its end, you think that will be it. A few stolen glances, maybe a wink, and nothing more. But then, during the last song, Josh does something unexpected. He leans to the side between drum beats and says something to a security member. The man looks at you, and Josh nods before continuing to bash the drums.

The rest of the concert passes in a blur. You’re barely aware of the music anymore, your mind racing with possibilities. By the time the final notes ring out and the crowd erupts into applause, you’re trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. You can’t believe this is happening.

As fans start to leave the venue, you are still waiting at the front of the barricade. Your heart pounds, and you have no idea what to expect. You’re standing there, trying to calm your racing thoughts, when a hand taps you on the shoulder.

You spin around to find a security guard, towering over you with an unreadable expression. “I’ve been asked to bring you backstage,” he says.

You follow him through a maze of corridors, your pulse quickening with each step. Finally, you reach a door labeled ‘Dressing Room.’ The guard opens it, and you step inside, your stomach flipping with anticipation.

Josh is there, sitting casually on a couch, a towel draped over his shoulders, still damp from the show. He looks up as you enter, his smile widening. “Hey,” he says, standing up and crossing the room toward you. Up close, he is even more stunning. His skin glistens with sweat, and his eyes have that same intensity that drew you in earlier.

“Hi,” you manage to say, your voice shaky. You’re not sure what to do with your hands, so you shove them awkwardly into your pockets.

“You look like you’re having fun out there,” he says, his voice low and smooth as he looks you up and down. He stands so close now you can feel the heat radiating off him, smell the faint scent of sweat mixed with something else, something distinctly him.

“Yeah, I—I love your music,” you stammer, your cheeks burning.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. “Thanks. I noticed you. All night, I kept catching your eyes.” He reaches out, brushing a stray hair from your face. His fingers linger against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You swallow hard, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to process what is happening. All you can focus on is how close he is, how his hand now rests lightly on your waist, drawing you even closer.

“I don’t usually do this,” he murmurs, his lips inches from yours.

Your breath hitches, and you find yourself leaning into him, drawn by some invisible force. “Do what?”

“This.” And then, without warning, he closes the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours.

The kiss is fierce, hungry, and you melt into it, your hands finally finding their place against his chest. His skin is warm beneath your fingertips, his heartbeat strong and steady. Josh's hands tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer until there is no space between you. The room spins, and all you can think about is him—his lips, his touch, the way he makes you feel like the only person in the world.

Things escalate quickly, the intensity of the moment wrapping you both up in a whirlwind of heat and desire.

Josh's lips move expertly against yours, igniting a fire within you that spreads through every cell in your body. You can taste the sweetness of his mouth, feel the slight roughness of his stubble against your soft skin. His hands roam over your curves, mapping out the contours of your body as if committing every inch to memory.

You press closer, your breasts flattening against his firm chest, your hips grinding instinctively against the hardness growing between his thighs. The friction sends jolts of pleasure coursing through you, making your head spin and your knees weak.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, Josh trails his lips along your jawline, nipping gently at your earlobe before whispering, “God, you're beautiful.” His hot breath sends shivers down your spine, and you tilt your head to give him better access.

You groan softly as your lips meet his once more, pouring all of your pent-up desire into the kiss. His hands slide down your back, coming to rest on the swell of your hips as he pulls you flush against him. Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, he holds you steady as you feel his hard length against you. The friction is maddening, stoking the flames of your arousal higher with each passing second.

“I want you so bad,” he breathes against your lips, his voice husky with need.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats. “God, I can’t get enough of your touch, your taste… everything about you just drives me wild,” he pushes you against the door.

“Fuck, Josh,” you groan, feeling everything. His hands roam your body with increasing urgency, squeezing your ass. Lips attacking your neck, he nips and sucks at the delicate skin there.

“Tell me what you want,” he demands, his words muffled against your throat. “I'll give it to you, anything, just please... let me make you mine.”

“God yes, yes,” you pant.

“Oh, baby, you have no idea what I’m gonna do to you,” he rasps, his lips traveling down your neck to your collarbone. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive bud while his other hand teases the other breast. Your heart races beneath his touch, your breath ragged as he works to drive you wild. It’s intoxicating, knowing he has power over you. Your free hand slides down to palm your sex through your pants. “Let me take care of you, Y/N.”

You let out a groan, grinding yourself on his hand in a desperate attempt to feel something. He starts to rub slow circles over your clothed sex, feeling the heat radiating from your core. “That's it, baby,” he encourages, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your pants and slipping inside to stroke your bare folds. “Don't hold back. Let me hear those sexy sounds you make when you're turned on.”

He pushes a finger inside your tight heat, groaning as you clench around him. Slowly, he starts to pump in and out, curling his digit to hit that special spot that makes you see stars. “So fucking tight,” he grunts, adding another finger and scissoring them to stretch you open. “Gonna fill you up so good, Y/N.”

“Fuck, fill me up,” you groan. Almost immediately, he strips you of your jeans and panties, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to his desires. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you almost effortlessly, positioning you above his straining cock. Your entrance hovers mere inches away, teasing you.

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. “Ready to feel every thick inch of me stretching you wide open?” Without waiting for a response, he lowers you onto his shaft, groaning as your velvety walls engulf him. Inch by delicious inch, he fills you completely, until your hips meet and he is buried to the hilt inside your tight heat. Slowly, he starts to pump in and out, curling his digit to hit that special spot that makes me see stars. 

“So fucking tight,” he grunts, adding another finger and scissoring them to stretch you open. “Gonna fill you up so good, Y/N.”

“Fuck fill me up,” you groan. Almost immediately he strips you of your jeans and panties leaving you exposed and vulnerable to his desires. Grabbing your hips he lifts you almost effortlessly, positioning you above his straining cock. 

“Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. Without waiting for a response, he lowers you onto his shaft, groaning as your velvety walls engulf him. Inch by delicious inch, he fills you completely, until your hips meet and he is buried to the hilt inside your tight heat. 

“Fuuuuck,” you hiss through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to climax instantly.

“You feel incredible, baby. Like you were made just for me,” Josh groans.

As Josh's words echo in your ears, you feel his cock pulse inside you, the fullness making you gasp. His hands grip your hips tightly, anchoring you in place as you both take a moment to catch your breath. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending electrified by the intensity of the moment. You can feel his heartbeat, fast and erratic, matching your own. The connection between you is undeniable, a magnetic pull that neither of you can resist.

Slowly, he starts to move, lifting you up just enough before pulling you back down onto him. The friction is exquisite, a delicious stretch that has you biting your lip to keep from crying out too loudly. His thrusts are slow but deep, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body, building a tension in your core that begs for release.

You wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder as you cling to him, letting him take control. He sets a rhythm, steady but intense, his breath hot against your ear as he groans with each thrust. “God, Y/N, you feel so fucking good,” he whispers, his voice strained with desire.

Your body responds instinctively, your hips meeting his thrusts with increasing urgency, the need for release growing unbearable. Every movement, every touch, every sound heightens the pleasure until it is almost too much to bear.

Josh’s hands roam your body, one sliding up to cup your breast while the other grips your ass, guiding you in time with his thrusts. You can feel the tension in him too, the way his muscles tense with each movement, his breaths coming out in short, ragged gasps.

You’re close, so close, and you can tell he is too. “Josh, I—” you gasp, unable to form a coherent thought as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.

“Let go, baby,” he rasps, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. “I’ve got you.”

That is all it takes. With one final thrust, the tension inside you snaps, and you cry out as the orgasm rips through you, your body trembling with the force of it. Josh follows moments later, his entire body tensing, muscles flexing as he erupts inside you. Thick ropes of cum pulse from his twitching cock, flooding your insides with his essence. Each spurt seems to go on forever, painting your walls with his release. Slowly, the intensity of your orgasms begins to ebb, leaving behind a warm, tingling sensation that spreads throughout your limbs. He cradles you close, his arms wrapped tightly around your quivering form as you both struggle to catch your breath.

“That was... incredible,” he chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“Yeah. Wow.” He kisses you again, this time slow and gentle, as if savoring the moment.

As you finally pull apart, reality starts to creep back in. You suddenly feel self-conscious, standing there half-naked in the dressing room of one of your favorite musicians. But Josh doesn’t seem fazed at all. He just smiles at you, his eyes soft and warm, and for a moment, it feels like everything is perfect.

“Are you okay?” he asks, genuine concern etched across his face.

You nod, still trying to process what just happened. “I’m more than okay.”

“Good.” He grins, leaning in to give you another sweet kiss. The heat of the moment lingers, but the adrenaline slowly gives way to a soft warmth that envelops you both.

Josh reaches for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I don’t usually bring fans back here, but there was something about you,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

You can’t help but smile, your heart racing all over again. “I’m glad you did.”

He takes a step back, his gaze lingering on you as if he’s memorizing every detail. “So, what now? Do you have any plans?”

You shake your head, feeling giddy. “No, not really. Just came to see you guys perform.”

“Then how about we hang out for a bit? Just the two of us?” he suggests, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” you reply, your heart fluttering.

He pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Great. Let’s just take a minute to breathe, alright? You blew my mind, and I want to make sure we enjoy this.”

You nod, feeling a sense of bliss wash over you. As you sit together on the couch, the sound of the after-show excitement fades into the background. For the first time since you arrived, you feel completely at ease, reveling in the moment with him.

//

REQUESTS OPEN

[earth-psyche]

Astro Simplified Pt.5

➡️The Planets and Power

In astrology, the planets rule specific zodiac signs, some rule one and some even rule two, they are called the Lord of that particular zodiac sign. But they can also be poweful (exalted)🧬 or powerless (debilitated)🩼 in some of the other zodiac signs which can change the course of the horoscope reading. 🔮

So in this post we are going to talk about the power struggles of each planet in different zodiac sign.📿

⬇️

👑The Rulers

Sun rules Leo

Moon rules Cancer

Jupiter rules Sagittarius and Pisces (Sidereal)

Mercury rules Gemini and Virgo

Venus rules Taurus and Libra

Saturn rules Capricorn and Aquarius (Sidereal)

Mars rules Aries and Scorpio (Sidereal)

Note:- In tropical Pluto rules Scorpio♦️, Uranus rules Aquarius🪬 and Neptune rules Pisces🎏. The zodiac which the planet rules has the basic characteristic of the planet.

💪The Exalted

Exalted means to be in a higher position, so when a planet is exalted, its energies are expressed in a positive way and that planet automatically gives favourable result to the course of horoscope.🎖 If you have any of the planets in their exalted place, you will experience the best of that planet and the area of life it rules.⭐️

Sun in Aries

Moon in Taurus

Jupiter in Cancer

Mercury in Virgo

Venus in Pisces

Saturn in Libra

Mars in Capricorn

Rahu (North Node) in Gemini

Ketu (South Node) in Sagittarius

Note:- There is no planet which is exalted in Leo♌️, Scorpio♏️ and Aquarius♒️.

🥀The Debilitated

The debilitated planets are those that are considered to be in their weakest state within a particular zodiac sign and their energies are the one which needs to be work upon by the native in order to make them express positively. 🥉This occures due to the fact that the debilitated zodiac is ruled by the planet which is of the opposite nature of the planet which is debilitated so the clash of energy leads to the weakening of the planet. 🪐

Sun in Libra

Moon in Scorpio

Jupiter in Capricorn

Mercury in Pisces

Venus in Virgo

Saturn in Aries

Mars in Cancer

Rahu (North Node) in Sagittarius

Ketu (South Node) in Gemini

Note:- No planet is debilitated in Taurus♉️, Leo♌️ and Aquarius♒️.

☎️🪞📜🪘👝

So that's all for today loves, I hope you'll are doing good, having fun, living life and not just existing...and for more interactions stay in touch...I love you all to the moon and back...🎀

[ziggysarcana]

Behind her eyes there was a flickering of hesitation but also curiosity, acutely aware of the soft soil beneath her feet as she considered the question. Shira has been accustomed to formalities and the graces of a lady, considering her rigorous training's that spanned far beyond just dance -- but she wasn't necessarily attached to it. She could sense the other woman wasn't either. The weight of the words lingered still, offering her a moment to chose.

After a slight pause, Shira met her gaze, earnesty in her eyes giving way to something softer "Marisol is good for me," her voice firm but also gentle, a smile their that was faint, an unspoken acknowledgement that the journey ahead wasn't all titles, but something much deeper. "You've shown me more than I could have expected already. I trust you, Marisol. We can see where the journey goes without too many names or labels. Perhaps, a perfect new title for me to call you will come along and present itself for us." She shifted slightly, her posture becoming more relaxed.

Shira knealt down and brushed her fingers gently against the leaves of sage, feeling a sense of reverence. It was clear she was in the midst of sorting her thoughts, frustrations tightening around her chest. She had indeed felt its pulse before; brief and fleeting, like trying to catch a dream. Marisol's words sunk into her like water into the dry earth. The idea lingered, but she wasn't entirely sure that she understood. Magic, to Shira, had always felt ... stubborn, in her hands. Like sand slipping through lithe fingers. For a moment she met Marisol's eyes, her voice low, "I've felt it," she said, "the way it wants to come through. It's like holding something fragile but you don't know truly how fragile it is until it's breaking." A low breath escaped her lips and she glanced down at the foliage jostling gently in the breeze, "It feels like I'm missing something, like I'm trying to force a rhythm."

Her brows furrowed slightly as the other woman spoke, the idea of jewels and pearls serving as a symbol and a weapon invaded her thoughts. The weight heavy but so intriguing, thought provoking. It was both a new and old concept to her, a mixture so vulnerable but also so, so strong. "I've never thought about it like that," she murmured, wishing she had known Marisol before she had to flee the last city, "there's something that feels very freeing about that."

Shira followed her movement and knelt beside her, the ground feeling comforting beneath her. Her prior words tugged at something inside her. The smallest things -- wildflowers. She always thought magic had to be grand or intentional, something you could master. Something tangible. But the way Marisol descrubed it, there was something so gentle about that. Elusive. Like water flowing over rocks.

"I'm ready," She gave a smile as she pressed her palms to the earth, "I've always preferred things that are real and dirty over things that are perfect, pristine." Her fingers digging in just enough to feel the cool against her fingertips.

Marisol’s smile was warm, though her gaze carried an impish amusement, as though she was playing a game and was revealing the rules one step at a time. She looked Shira over, noting the earnestness beneath her beautiful, youthful apprehension. Yes, there was something unformed yet promising about the girl, something raw that, with time, could be guided into the intricate arts Marisol herself had mastered.

She paused, brushing a bit of soil from her fingers as she considered her student’s open, curious expression. Lorraine’s influence crept into her thoughts—the woman who had trained her in poise and refinement, wrapping her in pearls, gowns, and the armor of grace. Lorraine had taught her that a lady’s every word and step mattered, and that a witch’s calling must be earned. Yet here, amid rosemary and lavender, Marisol had come to see magic differently—untamed, grounding, and free from the constraints of decorum. Lorraine would tell her to mold Shira into the perfect lady. Marisol wanted to see Shira blossom in her own way.

“I suppose I should ask what you’d like to call me,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “Lorraine is my teacher, and I’ve always called her ‘Mother’ out of respect. But between us... well, I’m not sure if that’s quite the title I’m after.” She met Shira’s gaze. “If you prefer Marisol, that will do fine. But if you feel a need for something more ... formal, I'll leave it to your discretion.”

She led Shira to a fragrant bed of sage, the leaves rustling under a gentle breeze. “Here in the garden,” she continued, “Lorraine would remind me of tradition—every pearl in place, every manner perfect. We would take small steps, the heels of our shoes not sinking into the ground, we would sink gracefully but without allowing our knees to touch the dirt -- we looked utterly ridiculous, I am sure, but that was part of the mystery.” A small, conspiratorial grin flashed across her face. “For you, darling, what we’re doing requires something else entirely. Magic, is elusive and often comes at the price of dirty hands.”

Earth or blood ... take your pick.

Marisol’s expression shifted, listening as Shira spoke of her own frustrations with magic. She knew that feeling all too well—that desperation to hold onto something as it slipped through your grasp, like trying to catch the wind. Marisol knelt beside her student, her fingers grazing the sage, releasing its earthy scent. “Magic,” she murmured, “isn’t just in the flowers, or in you. It’s in the reaching itself. Learning to let it flow, learning when to restrain it—that’s the balance I’ll teach you.”

The mention of pearls sparked something in her, a memory of rituals and customs imagined for students she’d never had until now. “Consider them a badge of entry. Pearls are a reminder of focus—of being part of something timeless and perhaps even a bit burdensome. A weight, yes, but also a beauty. I won't make you be someone you don't want to be -- but I suppose there is something to be said about a woman's jewelry. Before we could have a bank account or own a house, jewelry was the easiest thing for a woman to hide when she was running away. Consider it an old-fashioned gift from your teacher to you -- as you advance, you'll gain jewels, and if you ever need to run, you'll be able to run far."

But Lorraine's dignified, lady-like magic was only part of what Marisol would impart, but she had to speak quietly. She knew that the roses would whisper her secrets if they overheard. “But tradition doesn’t hold all the magic. Sometimes, the smallest things—quiet moments among wildflowers—carry a truer power. Even if the crysthtnthums and irises try to tell you otherwise. If you’re willing to keep reaching, you may find that magic is more willing to be caught than you realize.”

She motioned for Shira to kneel beside her, fingers poised over the soil. “Now, let’s begin. It’s far from pristine work, but that’s where the real beauty lies. I do enjoy getting my hands dirty. I suspect you will, too.”

[yourdaddyfigur3]

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[supernovaae]

Yandere! Yamato x G/N! Reader Headcanons

-.'✰'.- [a/n]: This is my first piece of fanfic content ever made (and posted). I hope it you guys like it lol

-.'✰'.- Content Warnings; yandere, stalking, kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of death (not detailed), loss of free will,

-.'✰'.- Additional Information: Minors DNI, not proofread, grammatical errors, possibly ooc(?), reader is not an esper.

I do not support the following topics in real life.

Shadowing someone who's never met or formally interacted with you may be considered a.. very unconventional activity, to say the least, but Yamato couldn't think of a better way to use his spare time as of late.

He paid close attention to your mannerisms, watching like a hawk as you fidgeted and bounced in place, periodically checking your phone.

What for? Were you waiting for something?

He didn't dwell on the thought for too long, opting to continue observing as you absentmindedly entertained yourself from where you stood.

Everything seemed perfectly fine to him.

Yamato turned away from you, just for a moment, and extracted his phone from his pocket, intending to check how much time he had left.

Glancing back to you briefly, he-

Wait.

His eyes narrow, body going rigid.

Despite being a ways away, he watched closely as you greeted a briskly approaching someone that he'd never seen before.

His grip on his phone tightened.

Who are they?

You embraced them briefly before conversing, quite expressively at that, with them.

Who is that?

Something apprehensive and wary bubbled up inside of him once the individual laid a hand on your shoulder and leaned in to say something to you.

Did you meet them recently?

They have to be new, or else he would know who they were.

What do they want from-

A raucous chortle suddenly fell from your lips before you stifled your apparent glee by placing your hand over you mouth.

Yamato heavily exhaled, his form visibly relaxing.

They must've told you a joke.

They're friendly.

It's nothing to worry about.

From where it rests in his hand, Yamato's phone vibrates.

He looks down at the device and sees a calendar alert displayed on it's screen.

He has to host an assembly meeting soon.

He sighs and moves to leave, making a mental note to run a background check on the individual talking with you later as he glanced over one more time before exiting the building.

He'll have to make his introduction to you soon.

It's best not to have any troublesome new acquaintances of yours complicating things for him.

-.'🪬'.- Yamato takes it upon himself to judge everyone who attempts to approach you. There's always more than what meets the eye.

-.'🪬'.- Certain companions and coworkers are fine, but people who intend to court you or have ulterior motives are dealt with swiftly.

-.'🪬'.- In order to minimize his chances of failing to pique your interest and keep it, he's has to know as much about you as possible while also keeping others out of the picture.

-.'🪬'.- Whether Yamato's following from somewhere close behind or receiving updates from a disguised subordinate, he almost always has eyes on you.

-.'🪬'.- Once he uses the information he's gathered to approach and reel you in, he's practically always with you in his downtime (he still has to lead the Twilight Order).

-.'🪬'.- From where he stands beside you as a relatively close friend, he can micromanage your relationships more effectively, picking and choosing who is and isn't good for you to be talking to.

-.'🪬'.- Even the friendly-looking ones cant escape his scrutinizing gaze.

-.'🪬'.- If any people that he's deemed unwelcome slip through the cracks and manage to make it to the conversation stage with you, Yamato's standing right behind you and giving that person a death stare.

-.'🪬'.- If you catch on and ask him about it, he'll look away, an artificial replica of a sheepish expression forming on his face as he explains that he's had a few bad experiences in his own life that have left him wary of everyone around him and he just wanted to make sure that you were safe.

-.'🪬'.- As you express your remorse for making him revisit such awful memories and thank him for his help, he simply smiles and assures you that it's fine.

-.'🪬'.- You trust far too easily.

-.'🪬'.- His smile wanes, just for a moment.

-.'🪬'.- Your faith in others could become a detriment.

-.'🪬'.- While he was absolutely ecstatic that you welcomed him into your life and home with open arms and let him bear witness to all of the little things that make you who you are, he couldn't help but listen to the little inkling in the back of his mind that told him that you would've let anyone in under the same pretenses.

-.'🪬'.- That someone could’ve spelt your doom.

-.'🪬'.- Taking note of his currently strained relationship with his own sister, he'll tread carefully, not wanting to make the same mistakes as last time.

-.'🪬'.- But, at this point, If he sees you at risk or in peril, especially if it’s due to another human being, he’s made up his mind.

-.'🪬'.- Naturally, you became apprehensive when Yamato told you that he decided that your safety was worth more than your autonomy, but it was nothing that the music box couldn’t quell.

-.'🪬'.- He’d take your docile body by the hand and lead you to the Twilight Order’s base, where you’d be quartered and prohibited from leaving the premises from then on.

-.'🪬'.- No amount of pleading or tears will dissuade him from his decision to keep you with him.

-.'🪬'.- If his own sister’s screams of anguish couldn’t change his mind, you have no chance of convincing him.

-.'🪬'.- He understands that you're most likely going to despise him for what he's done to you, so he's slow and methodical in his attempts to regain your affections and normalize your new life.

-.'🪬'.- His main goal is to condition you psychologically by slowly changing your interpretation of what's happening to you whilst also using your self-preservation instincts against you.

-.'🪬'.- You have more privileges and freedoms, and even Yamato himself will be nothing but cordial to you as long as you remain compliant.

-.'🪬'.- But, if you act particularly unruly, he’ll use the music box to control you, essentially trapping you in your own body and turning you into a glorified dress-up doll.

-.'🪬'.- It seems cruel, yes, but he's only doing it so you'll stop hurtling insults at him.

-.'🪬'.- He's been nothing but kind to you when you treat him with basic politeness, so why hurt both of you like this?

-.'🪬'.- Just stay agreeable. Things will be easier for both of of you.

-.'🪬'.- He hopes that, over a period of time, you'll grow to love him again. Just like you did before.

-.'🪬'.- As a precaution, he’ll test you every once in a while. These tests include keys and keycards in areas where you might come across them, just to see if you’ll take the bait and try to run.

-.'🪬'.- If you do fall for it, he’ll have people waiting for you at the exit, ready to snatch you up and take you right to him.

-.'🪬'.- As you stare at him with wide, glossy eyes while meaningless apologies spill from your lips, he's disappointed, to say the least.

-.'🪬'.- You'll start right back at square one, confined to your room again, having completely lost his trust.

-.'🪬'.- If you decide to bring the object back to him personally, he'll be over the moon with delight, taking it back with a warm smile.

-.'🪬'.- You came to him.

-.'🪬'.- You want to stay with him.

-.'🪬'.- You trust him.

-.'🪬'.- Eventually, he’ll give you just enough leeway to roam the building (with limited surveillance).

-.'🪬'.- Don’t even try to ask anyone for help. They’ll report it to Yamato so fast, it’ll give you whiplash.

-.'🪬'.- As long as he doesn’t hear anything suspicious from those watching over you, he might even let you take walks outside, with either him or one of most trusted associates, if you’re feeling restless when he’s unavailable.

-.'🪬'.- Now, if you're playing the long game and putting up a lovey-dovey front so you can gain just enough breathing room to make your getaway, you better hightail it once you step foot out of the Twilight Order's base.

-.'🪬'.- The moment Yamato receives the news that his sweet, adoring significant other left him in the dust, the second he realizes that every single smile, laugh, and whisper that ever graced his senses were products of treacherous deceit, he’s livid and frantic and having an ugly, visceral meltdown.

-.'🪬'.- How could you do this to him?

-.'🪬'.- He’s outraged at what you’ve done, but also hysterical at what could happen to you. Especially since you’re out of his sight.

-.'🪬'.- You could get horribly lost, cross paths with a Miramon, or you might misplace your trust and lose your life to an individual with nefarious intent.

-.'🪬'.- Fueled by some twisted, churning mixture of distress and fury, he’d send as many people as he could spare to hunt you down and bring you back, he himself joining the hunt.

-.'🪬'.- You would be lucky if you were caught and dragged back to base by one of his subordinates.

-.'🪬'.- If he finds you in the state that he’s currently in, he might just forget that you’re not as durable as he is, since you’re not an esper.

-.'🪬'.- All he’s really focused on is getting your hands off of your ears and your mind under the music box’s control so you can stop fighting him.

-.'🪬'.- He’s only trying to protect you. You'll understand eventually.

[✰-notes-✰]: I'm not too confident in the way this looks since i'm personally not a fan of the bullet point format, but I couldn't come up with enough connected ideas to write a full oneshot, so.. anyway, please lmk if you like it or if there are any awkward mistakes!

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long alter cryptidcore/forestcore template with snail emojis pls :]

We should make forest-y themed templates more often, they always come together so nicely ^^

🪬 Name 🪽ᨒ↟ Pronouns

🌲 °⭒˚ Age ⊱ 👁 °⭒˚ Gender ⊱ 🌲 °⭒˚ Terms ⊱ 👁 °⭒˚ Orient ⊱ 🌲 °⭒˚ Status ⊱ 👁 °⭒˚ Species ⊱

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

🌑 °⭒˚ Role ⊱ 🌕 °⭒˚ Source ⊱ 🌑 °⭒˚ Attachment ⊱ 🌕 °⭒˚ Source Talk ⊱ 🌑 °⭒˚ Sourcemates ⊱

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

🐌 °⭒˚ Likes ⊱ ☘︎ °⭒˚ Dislikes ⊱ 🐌 °⭒˚ Hobbies ⊱ ☘︎ °⭒˚ Spins ⊱

𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

🦌 °⭒˚ Interaction ⊱ 🌿 °⭒˚ Touch ⊱ 🦌 °⭒˚ Flirting ⊱ 🌿 °⭒˚ Nicknames ⊱ 🦌 °⭒˚ Petnames ⊱ 🌿 °⭒˚ Pings ⊱ 🦌 °⭒˚ DMs ⊱

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New and improved intro post :3

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Can I have a medium system template with the emojis 📗🗯️✏️⚠️🪬?? THANKS IF U DO!!!

Here You Go. Hope You Like It.

📗﹕₊˚*C*ollective *n*ame⇎ 🗯️﹕₊˚*C*ollective *p*ronouns⇎ 📗﹕₊˚*C*ollective *g*ender/orient⇎ 🗯️﹕₊˚*B*ody age⇎ 📗﹕₊˚*H*osts⇎ 🗯️﹕₊˚*H*eadcount⇎ 📗﹕₊˚*S*ubsystems⇎ ⟡→__Frequent Fronters__⟡→🪬 ▹**Name**゛Pronouns゛Role – ✏️ ▹**Name**゛Pronouns゛~~Role~~ – ✏️ ▹**Name**゛Pronouns゛~~Role~~ – ✏️ ⟡→__Boundaries__⟡→🪬 ⚠️﹕₊˚Interaction⇎ y/a/n ⚠️﹕₊˚Touch⇎ y/a/n ⚠️﹕₊˚PDA⇎ y/a/n ⚠️﹕₊˚Flirting⇎ y/a/n ⚠️﹕₊˚Compliments⇎ y/a/n ⚠️﹕₊˚Nicknames⇎ y/a/n ⚠️﹕₊˚Pet names⇎ y/a/n

[asaltysquid]

“He’s a Harry Dubois kin so you know he’s experiencing the narrative in such a mentally ill way.” Review by a friend.

🔅New People so New Pinned🔅

Hey y’all, welcome to the space.

I’m a queer creature that answers to Scott, El, or Squid. Married, poly, and happily in a pack running through the forests of BC. I’m a son of the woods and keep reptiles and isopods. (I do not TW my pets!)

I’m an illustrator and storyteller currently working on a queer 80s camp creature comic and a trans masc/fem demon nun erotica! Updates will be released under #squidsriptide and I need a hashtag for the other.

My other stories you will see frequently are Hicks, Trigger Happy, Godtier, and Oddities. All co owned with my husband @stuttermutt

Most of my work rotates around horror, transness, and the queer experience and as such can dabble in dark themes. I will always try to trigger warn accordingly.

The true loves of my life in order of hyperfixation are:

Greek Mythology/Disco Elysium/X-Men/Breaking Bad/Treasure Planet/Malcolm in the Middle/IT/Gravity Falls/Texas Chainsaw Massacre/Scott Pilgrim/Knives Out/Old West History

🪬DNI🪬

Trus-cum/T3rfs/Exclusion-ists/Anti-semites/Bigots of any kind. I will not interact with you. I will not respond to you. I will not engage with you in any shape or form. You will simply be blocked.

Hard aligned antis/proshippers. I believe both sides are flawed and there’s a lot more nuance within the conversation that neither is willing to have.

Lore Olympus blogs. Hey it's my rules and I get to make em.

If you’d like to see a lot more of my art including my furry stuff as well as Female presenting nipples and other Nsfw consider checking out my Patreon!

https://href.li/?https://www.patreon.com/Asaltysquid

[solarflare-bah]

hihi! could we possibly request a headmate/fictive of Siffrin from In Stars and Time? possibly w themes of ice & snow as well? it’s fine if not dw!!!

— 🪬🌿

Ofc!!

*Reminder that this blog is anti radqueer and anti transid, rqs and transids can interact but beware we are antis!

Name(s): Siffrin, Frin

Age: Mid to late 20s

Pronouns: He, him, they, them, snow, snows

Gender(s): Non-binary, glaciesian, nievian

Role(s): Jester, mood booster

Personality: Easygoing, perceptive, worriless, forgetful, impatient at times, jokester

Species: Human