#it took me maybe an hour to figure out how to tie my hair up but now i have trilobites All Over my head

[fossilknits]

my bandana from @samimarkart arrived!!!

i just want to talk this up for a second, because i love it so much, and because Sami makes really cool critter art!! they are a huge quilting inspiration for me as well!!

i had my eye on this bandana last time they were available, decided not to buy one, and regretted it immediately. thankfully they came back, right after i -

- got my trilobite tattoo a few weeks ago, so i figured it'd be in good company!

the bandana itself is super nice and really high quality. i adore the combination of geometric and organic, the colors (blue on white is one of my favorites, it reminds me of porcelain), and of course the trilobites. they are adorable <3<3<3

my hair is longer than it's ever been and it's very very hot in my city right now, so i will be wearing this everywhere, starting tonight. best purchase i've ever made thank you Sami!!!!

[spider-ghoul]

Babysitting <3

Percy Jackson X gn!reader (fluff)

In which: a call from Sally Jackson leads you to help with her youngest, and spend the night with her eldest son. Lingering glances and sleepy confessions only to be forgotten by morning.

Warnings: Reader is mentioned to be smaller than Percy once, kissing, none I can think of but as always lmk if there's anything!!

this might be complete shit lmao I finished this at like 3:00 am last night but I wanted to get something out to feed the beasts of this website

~~𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𓇼 ࣪ 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒ 𓆡 ⭒ㅤ𓈒ㅤׂ 🫧~~

At six o'clock on a Friday, normally I'd be rotting in my bed after the week of school. And that was the plan, until Mrs. Jackson mom called.

"Oh- (y/n) I'm so sorry for asking but do you think you could watch Estelle tonight? Me and Paul had a date but Percy was going to the movies with Grover tonight and we-"

"Mrs. Jackson, yeah, it's fine. When do I need to be over?"

"Six is when we're leaving."

"I'll be there at five fifty."

"You're a savior."

This was perfectly fine. Me and Percy were friends and i was the only half-blood who lived around here. I watched Estelle a few times before too. No biggie. Except for the fact I'd been in love with Percy Jackson for...a while.

I mean, he was  kinda my friend. But god, he was Percy Jackson.

At five forty, i headed out. I grabbed my backpack, making sure i had the baby sitting essentials for any four year old: nail polish, beads, and my old rainbow loom (i also spent a extra minute making sure my hair looked okay so that if i saw a certain older brother) I figured that and the t.v. would be more than enough to keep us occupied till her bedtime at eight.

I got there right on time (surprisingly), and Sally greeted me with another thank you. She tried to hand over a few bucks cash, but i pushed her hand away.

She rushed out of the door with Paul after a few more (failed) attempts of paying me, leaving me with an excited two four old. And before too long, she had me watching Bluey (Though i do thoroughly enjoy that show), and making bracelets for us.

She watched as i showed her how to bead the string and make sure the letter beads where on the right way, and then she helped me choose colors.

To start i made one with her name in purple and white. She giggled and slide it on her wrist. I started working on a second one, and she told me to tie hers. It was all blue and had me spell out 'Percy' with beads for her.

"Is this for your brother?" She nodded excitedly, "well, we'll give it to him when he get here, okay?"

I got a solid hour with the beads before she got bored, and by the end both of our wrists had a fair share of bracelets littering them, and a small pile of three bracelets for Percy.

I seriously hope she's awake when he gets here, I can imagine the teasing that would come with handing him bracelets and saying, "oh yeah sorry I'm at your house haha baby sitting- oh me and your sister made you bracelets-". Or i could imagine our hands touching causing me to panic. I could imagine a million things actually.

I think this whole crush is really getting out of hand, especially with me becoming his mom's go to sitter now a days.

Estelle broke me from my thoughts with requests to watch 'Nemo', her favorite. We've watched it every time I've babysat. Part of me wonders if Percy likes it too, I mean with the whole sea god thing. 

As for her request, I made a bag of microwave popcorn and set her down in front of the TV.

I vaguely remember the opening, and Estelle fell asleep next to me before i dozed off myself.

I woke up a bit later, maybe half an hour? The movie wasn't finished, but Estelle was already fast asleep. I took the liberty of scooping her up and placing her in her own bed before going to clean up the main room.

It wasn't bad, just putting away my beads, and getting the popcorn bowl out of the way. I was tired enough, school was rough this week. I just planted myself back on the couch, finding Nemo not quite finished as I did.

I'm not quite sure when i feel back asleep, just that i did.

I'm also not quite sure when Percy Jackson sat down next to me, but he did.

I woke up, curled around a throw pillow, the end credits were playing. I rolled onto my back, and that's when I saw him.

Maybe i was too tired, or maybe he was just smiling, but i didn't feel all that anxious. At least not like i normally do around the son of the sea god.

"Do you always fall asleep to Nemo or is this a special occasion?"

"Do you always watch me sleep or is this a special occasion...?"

He laughed and my heart fluttered.

"Uhm, sorry your mom had me come over to babysit, I didn't know you'd be home yet." I say awkwardly smiley as i sit up, yawning. 

"It's fine, y/n. She texted me, sorry to have you waste a Friday."

"Oh its fine, better than doing nothing. Your sis was an angel, like always." I say, shifting, my shirt bunched up around my waist while I was sleeping. I was also pretty positive my hair was a mess. 

"Oh and speaking of my mom- before i forget." He pulled out a twenty, "now I figure you aren't gonna want to take it, but it's sally's orders."

"I'd feel bad, its just a favor. Your mom is always so nice, she patched me up after a monster attack once, this is just me repaying her."

"She did? When?" His eyebrows furrowed together, his eyes filled with concern.

And i felt my face getting hot again.

"A few weeks ago, your house was closer than mine, it's fine." I mutter, looking down. 

He sighed, "what happened?" he said, reaching out to put his hand over mine. I short wire for a moment, looking back up at him. 

"Just something on my way home from school, it wasn't bad."

After a brief moment of silence, i wanted to crawl out of my skin.

He sighed, "as long as you're fine." he lifted his hand off of mine, though I could still feel his warmth. 

I smiled weakly, "oh uh..what time is it?" 

"Uh.. ten-ish?"

"I should be getting home." I say, sighing turning away from him. 

"It's pretty late, I wouldn't want you to walk back alone."

"It's not far-"

"I'm sure my mom would say the same thing, you know."

I sighed, knowing he was right, "i don't want to intrude." 

"Neither me or Sally would care."

"...."

"...can i bribe you to stay with waffles?"

"...yeah you can." I sigh, any of Sally's food was enough to make me do just about anything. 

Percy smiled, making my heart melt.

"Great, it'll be like a sleepover. Do you need to borrow a shirt or something?"

"Yeah, that uhm- that would be great." I mutter, pushing myself up off the couch. My neck was sore, who would have guessed that a throw pillow wasn't great for sleeping? I stretch my arms out over my head, yawning again. 

"tired?" He chuckles, raising his eyebrow. 

"well you did just wake me up-" I resort, rolling my eyes. I always forget how nice Percy is. I always worry about stupid things, but when I'm with him none of it really matters.

"You woke up on your own- I was simply..." He trails off, and I laugh:

"Watching me sleep?" 

"What can I say? You looked so.. pretty." He look down at me, and I could swear my heart stops, but I don't look away.

"...Yeah, whatever." I mummer quietly,  staring into his eyes and blinking a few times before finally breaking eye contact.

After a short moment, He mumbles something about getting me to bed. I nod quickly, following him to his room, which is surprisingly clean. He digs though his dresser drawers for a moment, pulling out some old band tee, and blue plaid pants. He hands them to me. 

"Is this fine for you? might be a big big, just let me know-" 

"it's fine. No worries." I say quickly, taking them, making sure to avoid his hands. "Thanks." 

He smiles again, and I leave for the bathroom, my heart pounding in my ears. 'pretty'? it's nothing, Percy is just nice like that. 

I change into his clothes, the smell of ocean engulfing me as the soft fabric hangs from my body.  I can't help but to push my head into my shoulder. It smells like him. 

I ball up my jeans and tee shirt, shoving them into my backpack. I slipped out the bathroom once I calmed myself down enough to talk to him again. 

I walk up to Percy's door, "Hey, I'm gonna go lay down do you have a blanket or something I can use..?" 

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at me from where he was laying on his bed, "You don't seriously think I'm making you sleep on the couch-?" 

"Well I kinda assumed..?" 

"Get over here you dork." He said, scooting over on his bed, "Plenty of room- you don't mind, do you?" 

Part of me lit on fire, and part of me was desperate to put it out. My ears got hot, but I managed to nod.

"No, I don't mind.." 

I place my bag on the floor by the door, walking up and sitting on his bed, sliding my legs under the covers and sliding down to lay next to him. I was stiff, worried to so much as touch him. But eventually, I relaxed, turning to lay on my side, facing him. 

I looked at him through half-lidded eyes, my body already starting to sink into his bed, ready to get a proper night's sleep. My eyelids slowly drifted shut. 

I was woken when Percy broke the silence. 

"Y/N?" Percy whispered, almost silent. 

"Mhm..?" I mumbled back, not bothering to open my eyes. 

"I really like you, you know that?" 

If I wasn't half asleep, maybe I would have said something different. If I had the energy maybe I would have been flustered. 

"... I really like you too." 

I only heard him chuckle before he placed a hand on my hip. 

"Get some sleep, yeah? I'll confess my undying love when you'll properly Remember it." 

I must have frowned, because he laughed lightly and pulled me a little closer. 

It didn't matter though. I slipped back to sleep, and when I woke up I didn't  remember. 

I remembered waking up some point in the night, but I didn't know what was said. 

And in the morning, I got the promised waffles and left the Jackson's apartment. 

The ever chivalrous Percy Jackson (who I woke up cuddling with), offered to walk me home. 

We took the long way, and when we reached my door step, he pressed his lips to mine and told me he couldn't wait for me to babysit again, though he wouldn't mind me coming around before then. 

He left me breathless and giddy, and so so happy to have accepted Sally's offer.

[thema-nr-2]

tied - B.K

✮ synopsis - bill's cutecore style!reader girlfriend ties him up with a bow!!!! silly!!!!

✮ genre - smut

✮ word count - 2.3k

✮ content warning - NOT ERA SPECIFIC! nsfw, sub!bill, dom!fem!reader, riding, p in v, slight degredation, praise, bill is an atention WHOOORE, aftercare, bondage, let me know if i missed anything

✮ a/n - woah another sub bill fic, shocking? shocking? shocking news anyone?

Bill thought you were the cutest thing on planet Earth. How you would come off so shy and innocent, but once he got to know you, you were bubbly and always excitedly talking about something. And innocent? Boy was he wrong. He loved how you were practically the exact opposite of him. Though he’d never wear it himself, he always appreciated your sense of fashion and thought it was amazing. 

Lately Bill had been in desperate need of attention from you. He’d wrap his arms around your waist from behind, ever so slightly pressing his hard on against your hand, he’d constantly try to talk to you while you were busy, jerk off while he knew you were home so you would come check in on him, and he’d even stop talking to you so you’d KNOW something was wrong. (he never shuts up). But despite all this, nothing could distract you enough. The poor boy just wanted to be taken care of, but nothing he did impressed you. But it wasn’t your fault you were so busy! You had a job to do, papers to write, things to take care of. He needed to learn how to deal with not getting attention 24/7 without being a total needy brat. 

You had just finished up some work you had been doing for the last couple of hours. You figured it would be a good time to finally spend some time with Bill, maybe give him what he so desperately craved. As you walked up the stairs, you could hear the faint sound of groaning coming from behind the door. You smirked to yourself, thinking you knew exactly what he was doing. But to your surprise, you opened the door not to find your boyfriend pleasuring himself, but sitting on the ground in frustration. You peered over to see what he was doing. 

“Bill?” You asked, a small giggle escaping.

“Oh, hi schatz.” He replied, his tone sounding uninterested and focused.

You took a step closer to see what he was so worked up over, surprised that he wasn’t practically jumping up and down to see you. You finally noticed what he was fidgeting with. He was holding one of your pink ribbons that you use to tie your hair up, or that you sew onto your clothes. He was trying his absolute best (while failing miserably) to tie it into the perfect bow. Your heart melted at the sight of him trying to impress you. 

“Bill, what are you doing with that?” 

“I’m trying to tie it into one of those cute little bows you always wear… I was going to show you..” He said, his gaze still not shifting from what he was doing.

“Why?”

“Because… because I wanted to impress you. But this stupid thing won’t tie correctly.” He let out a huff of irritation, his messy hair falling in front of his face. His posture was slouched as he had clearly been doing this for a while. How hard was it?

You chuckled at his failed attempts. “Billy you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you.” You sat down on the floor in front of him, brushing his hair out of his face gently. You grab his chin, turning his face towards your hands. You took the ribbon from him and tied it quickly and effortlessly. You placed on your head and giggled. His jaw dropped at your ease and flawless tying skills. “How did you do that so fast?” “Practice, Bill, practice.” You smirked. “I’ll show you again. It’s easier when you’re tying it around something. I used to practice on people’s hair.”

“Well you’re not putting that thing in my hair.” He pulled his face back, twisting it in mock disgust. 

You let out a giggle, knowing he wasn’t really joking. You pondered for a minute until a thought struck you. “Here, put your wrists out in front of you.” You requested.

Bill’s eyebrows raise and he cocks his head to the side. “Both of them?” He asks, his voice laced with confusion.

“Yes, Bill. Both of them.” Bill complied. You quickly untied the ribbon and wrapped it around his bare, pale wrists. Step by step, you tied the ribbon around until it was in a perfect bow. “Did that make more sense?” You asked. 

“Uh, yeah, I think so…” Bill said, his mind clearly wandering. He shifted his gaze down at his wrists, at the beautiful piece of lacey, pink, ribbon tied tightly around his wrists. He got lost in his thoughts. His dirty mind taking over as memories of you handcuffing him, tying him up, came back. He missed your touch. It had been what felt like ages, years even, and this was already enough to drive him crazy. Oh how the poor boy wished you would just have your way with him right then and there. Take advantage of his restrained hands and ride him till he couldn’t cum anymore. “Are you focusing, darling?”

Bill snapped back into reality, being torn from his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I was just… thinking.” He responds, his voice barely above a mumble.

“About?” You prompt, knowing your plan was already working.

“Not much.” At this point, you could practically see his thoughts. Bill’s face got red with embarrassment “This bow is certainly cute..” He continued, clearly trying to change the subject.

“It’s very cute! And it looks adorable tied perfectly around your wrists, doesn’t it, Bill?”

He swallowed nervously, realising you were just trying to tease him, get him flustered. “Mhm..”

You shifted closer to him, crawling into his lap and meeting his gaze. The red tint spread across his face got darker as he avoided eye contact with you. “Why are you so flustered, Bill? I haven’t done anything. We haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N…” He breathed out shakily.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

“You. I’m thinking about you.”

“Well duh, silly! What about me?” You knew. You knew him all too well. All his kinks, turn ons, every dirty thought he could have, you knew it like the back of your hand. But nothing felt better than hearing him admit to what that foul little mind of his was imagining. 

Bill bit his lip, finally speaking up. “Thinking about you on top of me… and this stupid bow restraining me…” He finally admitted.

You gave him a warm smile. “Oh? You pervert!” 

“Don’t give me that. You knew what you were doing.”

You shrugged it off as you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto his back. You straddled his thighs, leaning over to pin his bound wrists above his head, moving your other hand down his stomach. “Do you want me, liebe?”

Bill’s head leaned back onto the hard floor. He tried looking at you, but your playful smirk and the sight of you on top of him was enough to make him cum on the spot. “Yes, fuck, I want you…”

You shifted your position, grinding ever so slightly against his clothed dick, feeling yourself get wetter by the second. Bill watched as your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing your soft skin perfectly. He wanted to grip some part of you so badly, your waist, your ass, anything. But of course, he was at your complete mercy. Even though it wouldn’t have been as hard to get out of the restraints of a simple piece of ribbon, he found himself not even wanting to. “Y/N, bitte…”

“God, you’re so hard and I’ve barely touched you yet. You missed my touch didn’t you, slut? Missed my touch, huh?”

He gave a shaky nod, whimpering out a faint “mhm”. He arched his back into your hand as you trailed it up under his shirt, placing it on his chest once again. “Stop teasing, please…”

“Be patient baby, if you really want it you’ll wait like the good boy you are.” 

Bill nodded once more as you removed your soft hands from his chest and carefully slipped your pink, lace panties off from under your skirt. You quickly unfastened his belt, pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. His tip was red and leaking with precum, just begging to be touched. And you could see it in Bill’s pained expression that he needed this more than anything in the world. You slid your shirt off over your head, revealing the cutest bra Bill had ever seen that turned him on to no end. He stared at your chest for a moment, taking all of you in. You gripped the base of his dick, positioning him right between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours suddenly. A loud exhale escaped followed by the feeling of Bill tensing up underneath you as you sunk down onto him. You try to conceal your whines from the stinging pain of his size as he bottoms out, but you’ll never be able to fully adjust to him.

Bill moaned as if it was his first time getting fucked by a girl, his back arched and his head thrown back. Just as he was starting to relax into it, you lifted off him and immediately slammed your hips back down. “Fuck Y/N b-be gentle…” He whimpered. 

“Shhh, Bill. It’ll feel so good soon, don’t worry.” You purred, starting to build a slow but rough rhythm. His hands strained against the ribbon that bound him, a pained groan escaping his lips. He just wanted to touch you again after so long of you not doing the same. “My poor baby doesn’t wanna be tied up anymore, does he?”

“N-no…”

“Well too bad.” You continued to ride him, laughing at his attempts to bring his hands up to touch you. Bill begs you to go faster on him, he can’t get enough of how you feel around him, your cunt clenched around his dick, fucking him dumb. “You’ve been begging for my attention all week. Now you have it. So you’re gonna take what I give you. Is that understood?”

“Ja, schatz…”

“That’s my good boy.” You softly praise. You admire the moaning, whining mess below you. Sweat forming on his forehead, his messy hair falling in front of his flushed face. He was so pretty. “You’re so pretty like this Bill- fuck…” You let out a moan louder than you anticipated as you push him as deep inside you as you can. The sound of skin meeting skin and breathless whimpers fill the room. “So pretty tied up like this for me..” “Baby I’m s-so close…” Bill pleaded. “Please, let me touch you…”

You pitied him. He was so desperate to hold onto you, to dig his painted nails into something while he came inside you. The poor thing.

You leaned down over him, pressing your chest against his. Without stopping your movements nor slowing them down, you carefully untied the ribbon around his wrists. “That better?” You asked, smiling innocently at him. Bill’s hands immediately flew to your waist, holding you tightly and almost forcing you down onto him. His nails scratched your soft skin harshly. You winced in pain slightly, but soon that pain turned to mind numbing pleasure. You felt his dick twitch inside you, signaling his release. “You wanna cum for me?” You cooed, prompting him to do so.

Another quick nod was all Bill was able to give in response. Though he wasn’t saying anything, only letting out high pitched moans, you were able to tell he was begging internally. Begging to let him cum inside you, to feel you cum on his dick.

“Go on, Bill.” You permitted him. He threw his head back in pleasure, nearly drawing blood with how deep his nails were dug into you. He whined out your name, dragging it through his orgasm as he came hard inside you, filling you up. “F-fuck, Bill…” You kept your rhythm, your body craving its release like a drug. Bill tensed up under you again, his limp dick feeling all too sensitive. “Y/N…” He moaned out. You couldn’t help but replay that in your head. The way he moaned your name made you feel so powerful on top of him. 

“God I’m right there...” You whispered. You brushed Bill’s hands off your waist, intertwining your fingers with his.  “Bill, mmh fuck!” Pleasure surged through you as his tip hit your g-spot. Your thighs tensed up as you came around him, a mix of you and Bill’s cum dripping down from your pussy. You finally come to a halt in your movements, taking in the sight of the pretty boy panting your name out from under you. 

“That was so…” He finally spoke out. “Oh my god.”

You let out a laugh, not even able to find the words yourself. You slowly pull off his dick, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You did so well, darling. Took me so well.” You could see Bill was fucked out and exhausted, you almost felt sorry for him. He wouldn’t have been this tired if it weren’t for the fact that you’d practically neglected him this week. That attention whore wasn’t used to not being taken care of, so you figured you could make it up to him even more. “Cmon, Bill, I’ll run you a bath.” You whispered warmly. 

—

After a few minutes, you called out to Bill. He got up, stumbled, and made his way to the bathroom. You had lit some candles of his favourite scents and turned the lights off. A perfect way to take care of him afterwards.

Bill rid of the rest of his clothes and slowly sat down in the bathtub, feeling the hot water wash over him. You did the same, sitting behind him and wrapping your arms around his slim waist. “You look relaxed already.”

“I am.” He responded sleepily.

You spent the rest of the night praising him softly, whispering sweet nothings to him. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep with his head tilted back, resting on your shoulder.

“Sleep well, my beautiful boy.” You whispered as you rested your head upon his. 

yikes..

sorry i didnt know how to incoperate the cutecore thing into it enough ell oh ell!!

[alastor-simp]

"A What Now?” - Alastor x Non-binary Reader

This was requested to me by @dudeidontknowok

I’m sure you are all aware Alastor is not very up to date with new sexuality’s and genders, seeing he was from the 1920s, so this will be my take on him reacting to a nonbinary reader. Enjoy!

“Let’s see…the man said take a left here and the hotel should be right….” Walking through the narrow streets in the Pride ring, you were trying to spot the Hazbin Hotel. Your name was y/n and you had just arrived in Hell a few hours ago. It was a very odd experience, suddenly dying in an accident and ending up in a place with a blood red sky and people looking like something from a cartoon, but at least you were glad you weren’t fully dead dead. The streets were havoc walking through them, fires popping up everywhere, random people getting stabbed or robbed and some others were just high out of their minds. A little flyer had landed in front of you, saying “Come to the Hazbin Hotel!” Seemed decent enough, but there was no map on the flyer and since you just arrived, you had no idea where to look. Thankfully the first demon you asked was friendly and not psycho bonkers crazy, and he explained the direct path that led to the hotel.

You had reached your destination and in front of you was a huge building, neon sign flashing “HAZBIN HOTEL”. It seemed a little run-down, but there were some good qualities about it. Heading up to the door, you stared at them, feelings of hesitation in your stomach. You had no idea if this was just a trap to lure people like you to get killed or worse. Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hand to knock on the door.

Before it could make contact, the door had swung open. A very tall man was standing in front of you. He was almost 6 or 7 feet tall, wearing a red striped suit, accompanied with a bow tie and red monocle on his face. His hair was in a bob cut, and dyed red to black. The smile he had on his face was enormous, making your cheeks hurt from how wide it was. His slitted red eyes stared down at you, a hint of shock in them as he probably didn’t expect someone to be at the door. “AH!, A newcomer! Hello my dear/young fellow! Have you come to stay at the hotel?” His voice sounded like it was coming out of a radio. He bent down, his face leaning closer to yours, making you feel a bit uneasy, since he appeared very intimidating. Giving a small smile, you gave a nod, leading to him grabbing your hand. “Splendid! Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Alastor! And you are?” he was very animated, given how wacky his reactions were. “My name is Y/N, and you don’t have to call me dear/fellow, just my name is fine.” He arched an eyebrow at that, as he pulled you in, allowing you to enter the hotel.

Your head darted all around, taking in everything. It was very spacious, and the decor was pleasing to the eye, but there was some hints that it still needed some work, given the wall you saw that was being repaired and some bugs crawling. You realized there were other people staying at the hotel as well. There was a tall, lanky spider lounging on one of the couches, phone in hand. There was another female demon, speeding around the hotel with a broom in hand. It was hard to figure how what she looked like, but she was very cute. Noticing there was a bar, you gazed at it and took a look at the bartender. He was the definition of a grumpy cat, given the scowl on his face. His mouth was attached to a beer bottle, chugging away. He noticed you looking and gave a slight nod, while still drinking the beer. A giant snake man was sitting on the ground, appearing to be fiddling with some device, he looked up, smiled, and went back to work. Al had brought you over to the couch, where the spider was staying, and made you take a seat. "Wait right here! I'll go fetch the owner of this establishment!" Al said, as he snapped his fingers, disappearing. Well that shocked you, you had no idea he had powers, maybe you had some as well.

Your thoughts got interrupted when you felt two arms, grab at your waist, pulling you closer to the other demon. "Well hey there handsome/toots~. Never seen the likes of you before, you new in hell?" The spider smirked down you, letting you see his gold tooth shining." You nodded and said you were which made the spider smile more. "Name is Angel dust~. Now tell me your name, toots/handsome." This was making you a bit uncomfortable. "Um could you please not call me that. I don't identify with male or feminine terms. My name is Y/N, by the way." Angel's eyes widen at that, and he rubbed his neck with one of his hands, "Oh sh✪✪, my bad. Didn't mean to offend ya." Giving him a smile, you pat one of the hands that was on your waist, saying it was fine.

The sounds of feet clattering against the floor alerted you, making you turn your head. A women, dressed in a red suit had ran into the lounge. She had pretty blonde hair that was tied up, and her cheeks had two cute red dots on them. The smile on her face was radiant, it could make the sun jealous. "HELLO! Oh my goodness, another patient! My name is Charlie, its so nice to meet you!" She had extended her arms out, squeezing you with a hug while you remained on the couch. Letting out a laugh at her energy, you hugged her back. Looking over her shoulder, you spotted Alastor walking back in, along with another girl with white hair and an X on her eye? Strange.

Charlie finally let you go, standing up while grabbing the other girls hand. "Let me introduce everyone, this is Vaggie, my girlfriend. Angel Dust is the one next to you. Husk is the bartender. Niffty is the little one running around. Sir Pentious is another one of our patients, and I'm sure you met Alastor." You turned your head at all the new names you heard, giving a smile and small wave to everyone, which they gave back, except Husk as he still looked grumpy. The little one, Niffty, had rushed up towards you, jumping up in front of you: "Ooooo... she/he is very pretty." There it was again, that feeling of discomfort. Angel Dust noticed your expression, giving your shoulder a rub. "Niffty, they are non-binary. Don't call them he or she, ya got it? That goes for all of you as well." Angel said as he pointed at everyone. Niffty blinked up at Angel, seeming confused before smiling, letting out an okay.

"Pardon me, a what now?" a static voice had spoken out, letting you know it was Alastor. He had walked closer to where you were sitting, head tiled in confusion. Angel was about to say something, but Charlie chimed in. "Alastor, they don't see themselves as man or a women. They may have male or feminine features, but they don't fall into either of the categories. Does that make sense?" Charlie helped explained it to Alastor. His head stayed tilted, clearly still confused. "I'm afraid I still don't follow, my dear. During my time, there were only gentleman and ladies." His time? Your mind picked up on that

"Um, sorry for interrupting, but what do you mean by your time?" You copied Alastor, tiling your head. Alastor perked up at that. "Ah, I was born in the roaring 1920s! Ah how I miss it so!" Dang, he was from the 1920s!!! That must be why he didn't know. "Ahh, that makes much more sense. Don't think so hard on it Alastor, its fine." Alastor still seemed a bit puzzled, and he wanted to say something else, but he was cut off by Charlie. "Well since your going to be staying here now at the hotel, you'll need a room! Come! I'll bring you to it." Grabbing your hand, Charlie pulled you off the couch, and began to walk away from the lounge. Turning your head back, you gave a small wave to the others, which they returned back. Alastor was still gazing at you, as you left, along with his shadow that eyed you with curiosity.

Charlie had brought you to your room, also letting you know that your neighbor would be Angel Dust, which she hoped you wouldn't mind, which you didn't. The room was marvelous, all nice and tidy and it even had a outdoor balcony. "Welp I should probably head back down to everyone, I'll bring you some new clothes since I'm sure you want to freshen up, let me know if you need anything else, okay?" Charlie beamed at you, making you smile. Thanking her, you told her you would do that, earning you another hug from her. Soon she left the room, leaving you by yourself. Well, might as well take a shower.

**Later in the evening**

After your shower and wearing the comfy lounge clothes Charlie brought, you headed back down to where everyone was. It was time for dinner and on the menu for tonight was lasagna. Apparently, Angel made it himself, letting you know he was well versed in Italian cuisine. Dinner with everyone was nice, it was a bit chaotic, but your heart felt warm being around everyone. They were all a bit kooky, but still friendly. Soon it was time for bed. Everyone bid you a goodnight as they headed to their rooms, while you walked away with Angel next to you. "Night y/n." Angel said, giving a big yawn while stretching his four arms in the air. "Goodnight." you said back, as you went inside your room.

Sadly, you weren't very tired, so you decided to head over to the balcony and stay for a bit. The view was nice, and so was the breeze. Leaning against the railing, you gave a sigh, peering into the maroon sky. "Trouble sleeping?" a static voice appeared next to you, making you jump. Turning around, you see that it was Alastor, grinning with glee that he managed to frighten you. "Jeez, you nearly gave me a heart attack." your hand was placed against your chest, which was still racing. Alastor gave a chuckle, and leaned his arms against the railing, copying you: "Oh I wouldn't want that to happen! I have grown very fond of you!" His smile was mischievous, but his eyes gave away that he was telling the truth. You turned back to look at the sky, before you heard Alastor speak again. "May I ask something?" Turning back, you gazed at him, waiting for his response.

"Well, could you go into more detail about the whole non beanery, was it, again?" He lifted one of his hands in the air, spinning it around, as he was trying to come up with the word. You quickly broke into laughter. Non-beanery!?! What the heck was that?! Alastor watched you, as you continued to laugh, wondering what was so funny. "Its non-binary, Al. I basically don't see myself as a male or a female. Growing up, I felt different then everyone around me. In my soul, I knew that. So after a while, I came out as non-binary, it was odd to tell everyone I grew up with that, but hey, I was still me. Yes I know to you, it's a bit strange given you were born in the era where there was always two genders, but that's what I am and I'm comfortable with it."

After your speech, your irises kept staring into Al's. He had not said a word, gazing at you still. His smiled had relaxed more into a soft grin. "Thank you for explaining it. I'm not the type to apologize often, but I wish to offer my apologies about before. It wasn't my intention to come off as rude." Your heart felt warm after hearing the sweet apology, you told him it was fine. Alastor smiled and turn back to look at the sky, before he turned his head back quickly, causing it to emit a loud snap. "How would you like me to address you then? Now you must be patient with me, since it will take me a while to adjust!" You were happy that he was taking this very seriously, other people you have told usually brushed it off, but it was nice that he cared. "My name is fine, but if you are ever mentioning me in a conversation, say they/them, okay?" Alastor's signature smile returned, and he gave a nod. "Duly noted!" The both of you gazed at each other smiling, before turning back to stare at the night sky.

~END~

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[paperweight91]

Which other CE babe is most likely to make boss and boyfriend!Lloyd jealous and territorial? Maybe you’re on the periphery of a business meeting between the two of them, and Babe (unaware you’re Lloyd’s) keeps shooting you slow onceovers and thanking you and giving you warm smiles, and Lloyd is TWO SECONDS AWAY from shooting him in the face lollll.

So I had several thoughts on this….i hope you like my answer 😈

The Green Eyed Monster

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

W/C: 970

Warnings: jealous!Lloyd, sneaky!reader

A/N: at this point anything under 1k words is a Drabble, if only because I say so. Comments, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated!

You had been Lloyds personal assistant for years. This job was your calling. You had always taken such great pride in how well you looked after him. It had been a recent party that had changed everything in your relationship with him.

Lloyd had forgotten his favourite watch at home. Which you of course had to traipse all over to get for him. It wasn’t the end of the world, but annoying when you were supposed to be off the clock.

You knew this was a black tie event, so had made sure to put on your best outfit and do your make up. Even if you were only going to be in and out, you couldn’t let your appearance make Lloyd look bad.

When you arrived at the venue you quickly clocked Lloyd and discreetly made your presence known. He waved you over to the conversation he was having with one of the local politicians, you didn’t know who. As you approached, a broad grin had spread across Lloyd’s face, “Honeybee! You made it!”

You quickly hid your surprise, as you noticed the perfectly matching watch on his wrist. It had been a ploy. You had raised an eyebrow at him as he tucked you into his side, and he only smirked and nuzzled your head in response.

Not much had changed it your working relationship. You were both professional. However, your home life had gotten infinitely better since that night.

The two of you had become inseparable in your off hours. You had a surprising amount in common, and the sex was to die for. It had taken you a few months to realize how long Lloyd had actually had feelings for you before the party, and the longer the two of you were together the more in love you fell with him.

***

You were sitting at your desk when a shadow clouded your vision. Looking up you saw a tall, broad man with beautiful blue eyes. He had dark hair shaved close to his head, and a beard lining his cheeks. He gave you a soft smile and introduced himself.

“Heya Darlin’ I’m here to see Lloyd. Curtis Everett. The girls downstairs told me you could help me with that?”

His eyes glittered as they took you in from head to toe, and you found yourself getting warm under his watchful gaze. You stood and offered your name, before directing him to the conference room you had set up for their meeting.

“Do you want any coffee, tea or water for your meeting Mr. Everett?” You flattened your palms against your skirt to clean off some of the sweat you know had already accumulated there.

“Coffee would be lovely, do you need a hand?” He gave you another smile that left you feeling bubbly.

You giggled, just as Lloyd entered, “No Mr. Everett, thank you for the offer. Mr. Hansen, your regular coffee for the meeting?”

As your eyes flicked to Lloyd, you saw his jaw tick and the vein pop in his throat. That always meant trouble. The fact he only nodded and didn’t verbally answer was all the confirmation you needed that he was pissed. 

You busied yourself getting Lloyd’s coffee ready just the way he liked it. When you got to Curtis’ mug you stopped short, you had forgotten to ask him how he takes his coffee. You shook your head and grabbed a tray to load the two mugs and creamer and sugar onto and made your way back to the conference room. 

Lloyd didn’t acknowledge you as you placed his mug in front of him. Staring straight at Curtis, while Curtis’ eyes never left your figure. You could feel him undressing you, although his expression was soft. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Everett, I forgot to ask how you take your coffee.” You placed his mug in front of him and offered the tray with sugar and creamer. 

“It’s alright darlin’ I normally take it with a bit of sugar, maybe you could just dip your finger in and sweeten it up a bit.” He winked as he looked up at you from behind his lashes.

Before you could respond a loud crack from the other side of the table had both of you looking over at Lloyd. His face was unreadable, but in his fist was the pen he had been playing with when you entered the conference room, snapped in half. 

You stood stock still, torn between your need to comfort and reassure him, and your professionalism. Lloyd’s eyes finally left Curtis, and looked at you. He took in the emotions warring across your face. You saw his lips twist into a frown, before he stood and circled around the table. He gathered you against his chest, and murmured an apology into your hair. 

You nodded and looked up at him, placing a small peck on the corner of his mouth. You smoothed your hands along his shoulders before stepping back and nodding. You turned to Curtis and gave him a warm smile.

“It was lovely to meet you Mr. Everett, have a great meeting. Mr. Hansen can call if you need a refill.” With that you took your leave from the conference room.

As you shut the door behind you, you heard the deep rumble of Lloyd’s voice, “You ever try any shit like that again Everett, I’ll cut your balls off and shove em down your throat. We clear?”

You smiled softly to yourself as your phone buzzed in your pocket. Thanks, he’s going to murder me. You better get great jealous sex, cause I’m not doing this again. - C. You laughed at your best friend's text, and went about reorganizing Lloyd’s calendar for the rest of the day.

You were banking on great jealousy sex in Lloyd’s office later.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The ride or die

Jason Todd x Male reader

Jason has a boyfriend who is Bruce Wayne’s assistant.

Warnings: swearing, sex, violence and mentions of death

10 years flew by as you moved from place to place, spending some time in London, then Europe, then back to London. Moving to Gotham for work.

I guess you could say you were trying to find yourself, but it was not easy. Maybe you were running away, from yourself or something. But you felt ready to stay in one place.

Bruce Wayne took you in as his assistant around 7 years ago, then you worked your way up higher.

‘Good morning, would you mind passing this on to my dad please?’ The man asked, handing you a small file.

You smiled and nodded, taking it from the man. He stood tall, at least 6ft plus, big arms, big form, black curly hair, handsome features filled his face. His eyes pulled you in, they were bright but had a hint of darkness to them.

You’d always stood by that eyes are the gateway to the soul, and his told a story without speaking.

‘Sure, he’s just in a meeting but I’ll grab him when he’s free’ you replied, the man smiled as he seemed to take your form in.

‘I’m Jason, Jason Todd’ he introduced, holding his hand out to you.

‘Y/n y/l/n’ you responded by taking his hand, shaking it.

Jason stood leaning over the counter a little as he watched you, catching up with you a little.

‘Jason? I see you’ve met y/n’ Bruce appeared from his office.

Jason walked over to give his dad a quick hug and chatted, disappearing into Bruce’s office.

You spent the last bit of the morning catching up on some deals, organising meetings for Bruce. Occasionally hearing Bruce and Jason laughing I the office.

‘So, I will see you Friday for dinner’ Bruce said as he patted Jason in the back.

Both leaving the office, the two smiled as Jason headed toward the door, him winking at you before he left.

You blushed a little as you watched Jason walk away, hearing Bruce clearing his throat, you picked up the file and handed it to Bruce.

A black tie gala was all you needed right now, Bruce asked if you could come with him as part of a new promotion he’d offered you.

Bruce didn’t want you as his assistant anymore, he wanted you as a partner. A business partner, a man responsible for half of Bruce’s work.

‘Hello again’ Jason caught your attention, his black suit, black leather gloves, flower rested neatly on his jacket.

Jason looked very handsome in this form, he looked like a man who would steal hearts with a look.

‘Hi Jason’ you smiled back, the two of you stood beside each other as Bruce made his speech.

Bruce noticed the two of you talking a lot and getting drinks together, Bruce smiled to himself, he hadn’t seen Jason like this for a long time.

‘He’s gay, and single’ Bruce whispered to Jason quietly as the two stepped away to get a drink.

‘Why are you telling me?’ Jason asked as Bruce shrugged.

‘Just saying’ Bruce chuckled, Jason glanced over to you.

You sat at the bar and began talking to another man, older and well dressed. Jason was about to have a heart attack with how much he hated to see you talking to another guy all of a sudden.

Jason pulled you away from this older man and took a leap.

‘Can I take you out sometime?’ Jason asked, looking into your eyes.

‘Yeah’ you smiled, no hesitation in your response, Jason blushed a little as he leant down and kissed your cheek.

5 years had passed since this moment, 5 amazing years of you and Jason. Bruce refers to you as not only his business partner, but his son in law. Referring to you as this with pride.

It was a long drive through the roads as Jason sped in his Porsche, his sports car. Holding your hand, radio playing tunes as the two of you stared at the road ahead.

Jason’s skin was always the best feeling as you held onto his hand, it was another hour or so until you arrived at the hideout house.

You knew of the other lives, Bruce told you a few years back that he is Batman. Then you figured the others are Nightwing, Robin and so on.

Jason’s white muscle tee complimented his physique well, a physique you would never grow bored of.

The first time you saw Jason without his clothes was a blessing, he took his shirt off and you nearly fell with the sight in front of you. He took his underwear off and you almost screamed with the size. Jason’s manhood swung around as you saw, it would probably be the death of you.

Jason stared off into the distance as his head dropped to what he was doing, not even noticing that you were drifting into a deep sleep.

Jason gripped the steering by wheel as he glanced over at you, his boyfriend, fast asleep and dreaming.

Jason patted your knee as he allowed you to remain where you were, the sun falling down and turning the sky into a black night. The grey skies were filling the road, Jason figured he would need to take a break at some point, pulling over into a parking lot and filling the car with gas.

In these silent moments when Jason’s brain was his own, he remembered all the bits of his life that he tried to forget.

His death, his resurrection and all the things that followed. Jason distracted his brain by remembering all the memories with you.

After another round of driving, Jason parks neatly in the bay as he rushes out of the car. Opens the passenger door for you, holding his hand out and ‘princessing’ you out of the car, gives you a big kiss. Then Jason finishes it off by giving your ass a slap, the big one where he grips on impact.

The two of you get inside the base, a simple getaway for just the two of you. Escaping from Gotham for a night or two. Jason walking behind you so he can have the best view as you walk.

Jason wraps an arm around your waist as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, you managing to lock the door as you turn to face Jason.

‘Fuck, you’re so cute’ Jason growls as he kisses you, deepening the impact t as he lifts you off your feet.

You wrap your legs around Jason’s waist, holding onto his arms as Jason kisses you, him smiling into it.

The feeling of the wall against your back and being pinned against Jason’s giant form, makes your groin ache for release, Jason knows this and has power over you.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard’ Jason pants in between kisses, you dig your fingertips into Jason’s muscles as he presses further against you.

Jason pulls your top off over your head as you do the same to him, running your hands down Jason’s body.

Clothes scattered all over the place as Jason pins you against the wall once again, shoving his length inside you, you threw your head back, eyes rolled back and big grunt.

‘Fuck, baby’ Jason moaned as he began to pump inside you.

Remaining where you were as Jason pumped at an unbelievable pace, you were floating in the air as Jason hit all the right spots.

Jason rested his forehead against your collarbone as he released himself inside you, you gasped as you felt his seed rushing inside you. Kissing the top of Jason’s head as he smiled.

Jason rinsed you down as the two of you stood under the shower, grabbing your face as he kissed you again. The steam from the shower filled the room.

Jason could never go too long without kissing you, he had to be touching you in some way. Jason loved without saying it too much, showing it was always Jason’s thing.

Black tank top, grey sweats and leaning against his Porsche, Jason lit a cigarette as you approached from the house.

‘Ready to go back home baby?’ Jason smiled as he blew smoke out of his mouth, you nodded as you kissed him.

Jason held the passenger door open for you as you got in the car, him finishing his cigarette before driving the two of you back home.

Hand resting on your thigh, you nose deep in a book, Jason listening to the light music from the radio. Jason smiled a little as he sat next to you, his love.

[sailing-through-hawkins]

✧ sequel to my vampire eddie microfic because i had the urge to write a scene from steve's pov and make it super sweet so have 1k of a fluffy morning after ✧

Everything is so warm.

Steve rubs his nose deeper into the sheets with a content sigh, basking in the glow of a soft morning.

"What are you still doing here?!"

Blearily, Steve pulls his eyes open, slowly shifting in place to survey the room around him. He's alone, which is a major bummer, he's gonna have to dock points from Eddie for that. Then again, he muses as he looks over the clothes that are hanging from everywhere, including on top of the ceiling fan, maybe a few points don't matter much when he's definitely up in the hundreds already.

Oh shit, that's the brand new outfit, the one he and Robin spent hours agonizing over before their night out, thrown across the floor, isn't it? Fuck.

"Be polite, he's a guest -"

Steve stretches out his back, lifting his sore arms up towards the sky where his hands brush against the muscle tee, the one on the ceiling fan, that Eddie was wearing last night. Oh, now there's an idea.

With a smirk, Steve pulls the tee down and onto himself, fluffing out his hair and hoping today is one of those days he can pull off the bedhead look.

"Eddie?" he calls out softly as he steps out of the bedroom, rubbing at one of his eyes, the one on the side that was squished up against Eddie all night (well, not all night...).

"Stevie!"

His voice is loud and happy, far more chipper than Steve expected from a vampire after a long night. He blinks, looking up to see Eddie beaming at him with flour dusting his hair and a whisk in one hand. The sunlight filters through with the shades to cast lines of light across him and with the way he's smiling, Steve doesn't think he's ever seen a prettier sight.

"I was just making breakfast for you, I wasn't sure if you were a morning person but I figure, y'know, sun-kissed skin and whatnot, it'd make sense if you were -"

He can't help it, Steve lets out a giggle, something small and light, something he used to never let himself have. But Eddie's smile makes it so worth it. Steve smiles back shyly, gliding in closer and stroking a hand up Eddie's arm (he's wearing a different shirt, maybe he took it out of his closet?). "You're making me breakfast?"

The vampire sighs dreamily as he looks into Steve's eyes, his fangs peeking out from his dopey little smile. There's so much flour in his hair, did he forget to tie it up before starting to cook? "Yeah..."

"That's so sweet," Steve coos, bringing his hands up to cup Eddie's face, pull him in closer and nuzzle their noses together. "Thank you, Eds."

He slowly opens his eyes and stifles back a giggle at how desperately cute Eddie's expression is, eyes flickering between Steve's face and his own shirt, cheeks flushed pink with Steve's blood. He has a feeling that if vampires had tails, Eddie's would be wagging uncontrollably right now.

"So, what're you making me?" he whispers, dragging his nose down the curve of Eddie's jaw, breathing in his scent of iron and cranberries (did he have some juice? or does blood just smell like cranberries on a vampire?).

"I - uh, ha -" Eddie swallows and Steve tracks the motion with the bridge of his nose, peeking up over Eddie's shoulder to look at -

"Shit, is that the time?!"

"Wha -"

Steve shoves himself away from Eddie, rushing back into the bedroom and slamming the door shut. He frantically pulls off the tee (goodbye cozy morning, sigh) and grabs his skirt from last night - no stains on it, or on his top, thank fuck.

"Stevie?"

"Gimme a sec!" Steve calls out, crawling out from under the bed with his shoes in hand. Fuck, fuck, fuck, how did it get so late, Robin's gonna be so mad -

"What's -"

"I'm so sorry, Eddie!" Steve yanks the door open, guilt curdling up his insides when he sees Eddie waiting outside his own bedroom door with a hopeful-turned-distressed expression. He walks past him, hopping on one leg as he puts a shoe on. "I have a thing I need to get to, I honestly forgot until I saw the time -"

"Pfft, likely story," a random voice says.

He spins to stare at the sofa, where three people are strewn about, legs and arms overlapping each other. Only one of them is awake, a bleary-eyed, wavy-haired guy that's glaring at Steve.

"Shoulda thought of that excuse before he started nagging at us."

"It's not an excuse," Steve snaps, finally managing to get his second shoe on. "I have brunch -"

"Told you, dude," the guy lazily rolls his eyes over to Eddie, sending a hot flash of anger through Steve.

"Oh fuck you," he hisses, pointedly grabbing Eddie's hand (the one without the whisk, why is he still holding it?) and pulling him in closer. He glares at Eddie, who's staring at him with big doe eyes, softening at the gaze. "I'm really sorry I can't stay, Eds."

"But...waffles?" he says quietly, like he's confused, like Steve isn't making any sense.

And he isn't, not really, but he can't afford to be late to the Robin-and-Steve-Monthly-Gossip-Brunch after they both missed the past two months already, third time's the charm and he does not want to find out what that charm would be for.

"I'm sorry," he says again, wincing when Eddie visibly deflates. Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, just so he doesn't get distracted and lose even more time, and pats his chest. "I was really looking forward to breakfast with you."

A little bit of shine comes back to Eddie's eyes, flickering over from Steve to the window. He speeds away, whisk clattering somewhere in the kitchen, as Steve blinks and suddenly he's back, holding up his leather jacket towards Steve with a shy smile.

"'S cold out. Take my jacket?" Eddie asks and Steve pulls him in, flour-hair and all, for the deepest, filthiest kiss he can give, swallowing down his gasp, his moan and every last sliver of his minty breath.

"Thanks, babe." Steve whispers, pulling the jacket on (at least it makes up for the muscle tee failure) and relishing in the warmth. He opens the front door, presses one final, chaste kiss to Eddie's lips and walks out, the smell of cranberries sticking to his skin.

Eddie watches Steve leave in his jacket with a sigh, already longing for that pretty voice to say "Eds" to him again.

"You know," Gareth says from the couch, which pops the blissful balloon Eddie was happily floating in. He turns to glare at his three friends, all lounging on the couch even after he told them to be presentable. Gareth continues, "You know, you could have offered to drop him off. He'd get there faster and you'd get more time with him too. I mean, did you even get his number?"

Silence. Then -

"Fuck!"

[not-goldy]

Kinda looking like maybe its Jk who was getting mixed signals, not the other way around for once. Hearing their conversation & seeing Jk's obvious saltiness that seems to be spilling over even after NY. I can see why, because you have Jm saying he wants no members on his personal album & comes to Jk with a very romantic confession song with romantic lyrics & ask him to sing with him on it & jokes its "Jk's" song to him, but wasn't spending alot of quality time with him after coming to him. Flashforward to Jk going live & Jm showing up commenting I wanna tie your hair up, eat well my baby, but then turns Jk's offer down to come over for a drink. Shows up to his boxing live, says protect me, Jk asks him to come & he turns him down. Jm writes I miss you randomly on weverse, Jk takes the bait, says me too & starts up a 2 hour Jimin live. Jm tells him his live is cute & Jk shows up spamming him 19 times in his live, Jm asks Jk to cook for him and Jk says you know I will & some time passed & Jm's asked if Jk cooked for him and he said no, so he didn't even go. But saw him out with Hobi visiting Jin, his friend Saeon, Taemin, other members. Flash forward to Jimin finally showing, but for a "show" as excuse since its the only way to spend time, but on camera as a cover & he agrees but clearly bitter taking shots at Jimin for how long it took him to come. And after NY we see Jk in bed on his live, Jm comes & being hella flirty with him & Jk takes the bait and asks if he can come over or will Jm come there and he got turned down again & we could see Jk's soul leave his body he was so frustrated after Jm teasing him like that, just to turn him down. Then they get to Jeju & there's a third party & we haven't figured out yet who did Tae ask if he can come, Jk or Jimin, but Jk seems kinda of annoyed, maybe at both. Then after Jeju Jimin visited Tae more then he did Jk publicly and then Jimin puts BY JK on his Muse 2nd album concept, but wasn't spending a good amount of time with him, just occasionally. Jk's frustration must be through the damn roof. SIGH :(

It hurts my heart cause we know he was seeing Jk & yes even probably spending intimate time with him, but maybe not enough to be doing all this. And I hate it has Jimin being dragged called a Jikook baiter and JK user, When we all know damn well JK is the only there for both his personal albums, Letter & this show, is because Jimin is in love with Jungkook period. Head over heels in love & its complicated, but they're trying their best. And people refuse to see it & that sucks for Jimin so bad cause maybe he had real reasons. I feel for Jk too, cause you can tell that man was probably not only sexually frustrated, but also frustrated in general being deprived of Jimin's attention, cuddles & intimacy when Jk wants it, but only getting it when Jimin wants to give it. Oh how the tables have turned. We said this years ago about Jk sending mixed signals to Jimin & only seem to be giving when he wanted too. I didn't like it when Jk did it to Jimin either, so I get Jk's hurt, frustration & confusion, also if this is the case. Glad it all worked out cause they're together now and JK wants to keep going for 50 years, but damn, Jk must've had a raging case of major blue balls only to get Jimin finally with him and he ends sick and dampens their reunion & has a member with them in Jeju dampening it again & being turned down left and right in between. This is Jk's villain origin story lol.

I need cereal to go with this

It's him coming online and making a fool of himself each time for me🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Dude never learns 🤣

[rqgnarok]

request: jamie x actress reader!

love your writing 💚

this turned out to be more a lil angstier that i expected but y'all KNOW ME

"You're nervous."

Jamie jumps, bow tie unmade and tangled in his fingers. "I- no. No, what? 'm not."

"Jay," your voice drips with sympathy, tilting your head to the side as you put on your earring. "I told you, you don't have to come if you don't want to. We don't have to do this if we're not ready."

This being announcing your relationship to the world. Somehow you'd managed to keep it lowkey, this thing between you, only your families and closest friends (and the entirety of AFC Richmond, of course) aware of how happy you and Jamie were in a relationship with each other.

But now both your publicists have given you the green light and you've been sitting on the announcement for weeks, figuring out the best way to do it. It was a matter of luck, or maybe a little nudge from the universe, that the Emmys came around just before Jamie had to be back in England for preseason. It was all perfect, a little too good to be true.

Which is why you're threading lightly.

You still his shaking hands by taking them in yours, leaving the bowtie on the table, and kissing his knuckles. "You know, I still think an Instagram post isn't the worst idea. Have you gotten your password back from Keeley?"

"No," Jamie shakes his head firmly, expression determined even if some nervousness lingers underneath it. "No, angel, 'm ready. Promise. I wanna be there to snog your pants off when you win."

"If I win," you smile at his relentless faith in you and the picture he paints. You can't say you don't like the sound of that. "And I'm not wearing pants. And you haven't looked me in the eye since we started getting ready."

Jamie's jaw tightens in frustration, meeting your stare just to show you he can, even if he looks away too quickly. You say softly, "Baby, I'm serious. I know you support me whether you're there or not. Whatever you chose, we've got each other's backs. A hundred percent."

"'s not that," Jamie mutters, slipping closer so he can press a kiss to your forehead without disrupting your hair or your clothes. Your stylist would kill him if she saw anything out of place after it took hours to doll you up. "I want to, angel, 'course I want to. I just- you have to be sure."

"You frown, reaching for him when he goes to take a step back, keeping him close. "What, about coming out together?"

Jamie shrugs, small and dejected. "'bout us, more like."

Realization dawns on you like a horrible, cold splash of water to the face. "I am," you say slowly, hesitating. "...Aren't you?"

Jamie looks at you like you're insane. "Of course I am, that's not what I mean. But if- after we do this there's no going back for you. No more secrets. No more take backsies. Everyone'll know."

"Take backsies," you scoff, glam be damned you cup his face in your hands and get real close.

"Honey," you say, soft and fierce all the same. "Look at me. Are you looking at me?"

"Yes, coach," he teases, and you barely refrain from flicking him on the forehead.

"I'm sure," you say and mean it. Falling in love with Jamie happened effortlessly but it was every day that you chose to be with him, a decision you haven't even thought of regretting. "You were never meant to be a secret, Jamie. And if I did something to make you think that was my intention-"

He cuts you off with a kiss, his previous restraint gone. Some things are more important than composure, you suppose.

He draws back, breathless, holding your chin in his hand and thumbing at the corner of your mouth where your lipstick is probably smudged. "You're perfect. 'm just being dumb, baby, I know you love me. I want you to be happy, 's all."

You frown. "It's not dumb if it upsets you."

"And I promise to talk about it tomorrow," he says as solemnly as you know Jamie's capable of being before he surges to kiss you again with the energy you usually associate with him.

"But tonight we're celebrating you. And every single one of those statue things we're taking home with us. Let's go knock 'em dead, sweetheart."

[mamayan]

I really liked your last Geto work with the witch! Reader. I'd love in any expansion on that.

Ask received Nonnie, expansion on Yandere Geto x his little witch! I’m sorry this took so long ★彡 Enjoy!

Yandere! Suguru Geto x F! Sorcerer Reader

Original Request: Here

tw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Oral (F) • Sex • Praise/Humiliation • Overstimulation • Dark/Toxic Undertones

Your fingers grasped at handfuls of hair, thick strands glued to the sweat of your palms as you tugged uselessly to remove him.

It was a futile effort. The strong muscle which tipped you into euphoria threatening to do it again. Those sharp dark eyes not looking away from your own even as he licks another stripe up your overstimulated cunt.

He wouldn’t stop. Nothing you did could make him stop.

He knows it too, as his lips tilt up while he shoves two fingers inside of you without mercy, even as you whine and dig your heels into the bed to escape. “It hurts,” you cry, unable to fathom how he could have so much stamina and time to torment you. “Liar.” He curls his fingers up, dragging the pads over the spongey portion while using his free hand to press down over your uterus.

“I think it’s dropped, your womb,” he murmurs casually, watching as your combined fluids are pressed out of you as you jerk and cum again. “Suguru please—!” He’s been playing with you for hours, slow and sweet, stretching your hole and filling it over and over. The room reeked of your activities, your head muddled and confused from all the stimulation.

“I told you what would happen if you tried to leave,” he sighs dully, as if all this was just a bore to repeat. “Should I tie you up and leave you with a vibrator again?” You squeal when he pinches your clit, flicking his tongue over the abused nub.

“Is it so bad by my side?” He slaps your clit now, light in force but it sends electric shocks up your body as you sob, pretty face covered in tears. You still won’t smile for him, but he’s content to keep this expression on your face. Your stoic facade like a house of cards before his breath. “Do you really think anyone even misses you?”

It hurts every time he reminds you.

“A sorcerer going missing isn’t even news, they’ve written you off as dead already.” He’s speaking so softly, as if he’s not making your walls crumble and world burn. He gives one last kiss to your messy cunt, relishing in your taste as he sits up over your nude figure to grip his heavy cock. “No one is even looking. They’re not even planning a funeral you know?” He lets the soft mushroom tip part through your sopping folds, wetting it enough to press into you. You moan as he stretches you open, sliding his hot length into your tight gooey walls. “You make such a pretty cocksleeve little witch, maybe I should give up on you too and keep you like this forever.” His cruel words don’t match his gentle touch, as he lays over you and leaves open mouthed kisses across your chest and neck. “Tie you up so your sloppy pussy is always ready for me to sink into,” he rolls his hips, letting his cock sink deep and hit every nerve that has you lighting up. You can only tremble and claw at his arms, mewling as he begins a steady pace. “Leave you here as nothing but a cumdump for me fill up.” His tone is dark as you go delirious with pleasure and panic, chest constricting as your arms shift to wrap around his neck.

“I’m sorry Sugu’—,” that’s what he wants, you know it. “I won’t run away, I’ll be good,” you choke as he gives a rough thrust up into your cervix. His narrow gaze filled only with amusement as he pressed you into the mattress. The slap of his balls against your ass almost like clockwork as he works you higher, forcing the pleasure at his pace even as you wiggle and try to grind up. He won’t go any faster though, not when he loves savoring you like this.

He blows a piece of hair out of his eye, looking unruffled as he cups your jaw, tilting your face up so he can kiss you. It’s all tongue and wetness, filthy as he moans into your mouth shamelessly and on purpose. “I think you like being my little slut, why else do you keep being so disobedient?” His hand trails lower to your neck where he squeezes the sides. “You seem to enjoy your punishments too much, naughty girl,” he teases, husky voice and masculine scent driving you while as your pussy tightens around him.

Still the same slow pace, leaving you powerless and out of control as you gasp and moan as he sinks into you. Every little ridge of his cock dragging inside you, so prominent at this speed. You feel your coil tightening nonetheless, orgasm imminent as you try and fail to meet his thrusts.

“Please,” you plead, teary eyes imploring for him to fuck you just a little harder, a little faster, to tip you over into that realm of uncaring pleasure. He ignores you, smile the same as he drinks in your pliancy with delight. The way you cling to him and beg, so desperate for more just how he likes you.

Without changing his speed or power, Suguru brings you just to the tip of your orgasm, before he stops. Pulling his still aching hard cock out, he easily leans up and wraps his hand around it, jerking with hard and quick succession before ropes of his seed platter over your spread pussy.

“No,” you nearly scream, nails trying to dig into his skin to pull him back, but it only draws you up with him, sweaty skin against his chest. “No please, I was so close,” he laughs, the look of agony on your lovely face too amusing for him. Even as you face him, he’s still working his cock slowly to milk out every drop, expression unchanging even as he tilts his head in confusion.

“I told you I’d make you truly fucking sorry if you tried to leave again little witch…” he’s terrifying when he wants to be, eyes open and lips dropped as he grasps your throat again to arch your back, leaning over you while his hair spills like a curtain.

“We’re just getting started.”

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[the-bar-sinister]

Run Away With Me (4279 words) by thesavagesabretooth Summary: Phoenix gets the final push he needs to come ask Maya to come back with him. Maya gets the final push she needs to finally follow her heart, instead of her grim duty.

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October 2, 2028– 11:15 am

Phoenix had been going to visit Maya in Kurain every week since she'd returned to the states in June. Sometimes– often– she wouldn't have much more time than to say hello, and maybe have a cup of coffee, but he still made the hours-long bus ride there just the same, without fail. It didn't matter how much time she had for him. It just mattered that she was there.

He straightened his tie as he arrived at the small bus stop overshadowed by the great stone standing outside the main family’s manor. It hadn’t changed in years– honestly, it was likely it hadn’t even changed in decades from the old wood and the archaic design. 

Phoenix would have believed that the bus stop was exactly the same in Maya's mother's and grandmother's time as it was that very day. In fact, he was sure that was the case for most of the village.

He glanced around to see if Maya was there to meet him that day, or if he'd have to go and find her. 

The bushes by the bus stop rustled…once…twice…and out leapt a figure clad in purple and white to tackle him in a hug. “NIIIIIiiiiiick!” 

Nick yelped in surprise, but caught her in his arms and carried the energy of her tackle into a whirl with the both of them, grinning. "Maya! You took another few years off my life!"

Maya squeezed him tightly, grinning from ear to ear under her dark fringe of hair. 

“Shit, I’ll have to be careful. You’re getting on in years. You need ‘em, old man.” 

"Ouch, right in the pide," he chuckled with her, letting her down to the ground as he continued to hug her. "You're in good spirits today. I'm glad to see it."

“Don’t tell anyone, I’ll lose their respect as Village Elder.” Maya chuckled as she settled back on her feet. She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m just …ya know…”“I missed you, and believe it or not…I actually have a little free time today.” 

Phoenix felt himself light up when she said so, and it showed on his face. "You do? That's fantastic."

Maya grinned and poked his cheek. 

“Yep. I’ve got some of the old farts in the sub family handling a couple meetings I don’t gotta attend, so…” She looked over her shoulders “Until someone comes to rain on my parade, we’re golden. You want some tea?”

"I'd love some," he said, slipping one arm around her shoulder. "Unless you have enough time to run back to LA with me for a burger."

He didn't really dare to hope that she could, but he was always going to suggest it.

Maya’s smile faltered for the first time since she’d seen him.

“Ugh… I wish…I haven’t had meat in like, weeks, WEEKS Nick. I’m dyin’ for a good burger but…I mean.” She rubbed her arm “...the people need me , and I could get called back into action any second. You know? I got time, but I dunno if I have ‘hours on the bus both ways’ time.” 

He squeezed her close to him and shook his head. "I get it. Don't worry. I brought snacks, anyway. I know how you are. Let's have that tea and I can enjoy watching you tear into them."

Maya laughed into her hand as she backed away and offered her hand with a grin .“You know what I like, Nick.”

It was crazy how much she’d started to look like Mia over the years. She’d grown, considerably, to the point it was almost hard to tell when she channeled her older sister anymore on the rare occasions she tried.

It was very clear in the warm mountain sunlight, at least, with the way the robes fell on her body. 

There was an unnerving element to it, sometimes, but mostly, Phoenix just found it amazing how much time had passed between them, and how much it had marked them both.

It wasn't as if he was the same man he'd been when they met, either. He'd grown quite far apart from that man in fact, over the years, and thought for a while that he'd never see him in the mirror again. That was changing now, though, and he was still working on ways to change it even more.

"Some big news this week," he said, catching her up with the goings on at the Wright Agency as he always did, as they made their way to her place.

“Ooooh, big news huh? Did Charlie sprout legs and start pullin’ his weight?” She led him under the arch to the family garden and towards the side door. 

"I wish!" he laughed, stepping through the garden with her. "No, it's weirder than that. Trucy went to Khura'in with Klavier."”

“Wuh wuh WHAT???” Maya jolted physically, and all the veneer of ‘Master Fey’ mystique vanished in an instant at her goofy and dramatic gasp. “Trucy went to Khura’in??? With Klavier Frickin’ Gavin??? To Khura’in?????” 

He nodded, holding her arm to make sure she didn't trip. "Yeah. They're going to bring Apollo back to the states, apparently. I hope they're going to try to convince him, but they were at least joking about tying him up and smuggling him in a suitcase."

She whistled, sliding the door open with a shake of her head “some kinda bonkers rescue mission then? I guess she really missed the guy….hope they’re gonna be alright. Khura’in is goin’ through some hard times last I heard.” 

"Yeah, Apollo's been swamped," Phoenix nodded as they headed into the house. "I hear him and Sadmadhi are the only ones doing the job. And that's not even the political stuff. There's a lot of responsibility on their shoulders."

“Ghhh…” Maya grimaced as she shuffled off her shoes and stepped into her house slippers. “I’m not surprised. Ga’ran amok with a country’s legal system’ Sigatar Khura'in didn’t exactly leave things in a great state. I hope they can book it soon…it wasn’t bad there, but..”

She shook her head, and Nick saw a momentary sadness cross her face “it gets lonely when all you’ve got time for is your responsibility and work that never ends.”

It was personal, he knew that. Even Pearl and Iris had all but moved as far as they could away– which meant Maya was up here with only the occasional visits and the title of ‘Master’. 

It has been weighing on Nick's mind. It has been weighing on his mind for months. But never more than in these last few days. 

He thought about the item he'd brought in his bag, along with the snacks. 

"It sure does get lonely," he murmured. "But hey, if they bring him back, maybe you can actually meet Apollo."

She tugged him in after he switched his shoes, into the long hall surrounding the central courtyard of her Japanese styled manor home.

“You know, I’d like to? He seemed like a pretty cool guy the few times I caught like– half a sight of him.” 

"Yeah you guys didn't have much chance to get to know one another in Kuhra'in, sadly," he said, following her into the manor. 'I feel like you guys would get along."

“He always looked so serious!” She laughed as she rounded the corner past the former display area of the Urn of Ami Fey…where Phoenix had once seen Pearl playing with her ball. “You don't think I'd annoy the guy?”

"No way. You'd be surprised by how annoying he is too." Phoenix snickered– though he glanced nostalgically at the spot. Pearl was 18 now, going on 19, and enrolled in the police academy, hoping to become a detective.

Maya glanced out at the courtyard before she tugged him into one of the rooms…a large living room style space with a stove sunken into the center of the room, surrounded by old scrolls and dividers bearing the legacy of the Kurain tradition.

And of course the series of familiar mats around the stove that Maya instantly patted for him to sit atop as she got the pot.

Pearl had grown so much, and pursued a dream nobody had really expected. But this room didn’t look any different than the last time he’d arrived. Hell, it still looked the same as it did that second time she’d been accused of murder.

“No shit? Then we’ll get along like a house on fire.” 

Phoenix took a seat and started pulling snacks out of his bag and arranging them on the table for Maya. There were chips, cheese snacks, jerky, and boxes of instant noodles, and more. 

"Like a house on fire sounds about right. So I'm hoping they'll get him back just so I can get a front row seat."

Maya laughed. 

“Gonna drag him all the way out to Kurain eh? I’d ask if he liked the mountains and uh…” She looked around the room as she filled the teapot from a small spigot in a kitchenette off to the side. “A rustic atmosphere. But if he’s living in Khura’in, he’s gotta love it.” 

"I'm sure he'll be thrilled," Phoenix chuckled. He shuffled through the contents of his bag, and hesitated as he grabbed the folder inside, debating with himself.

Maya turned with a broad grin “OH SHIT!” she pointed to the table “you brought me noodles!!!” 

Phoenix left the folder where it was and grinned. "I wasn't gonna come without your goodies, Maya."

Maya trotted over and dropped the teapot on the burner with a slight splash of thankfully cool water from its spout. 

“You’re my hero, Nick! My literal, actual hero!” She picked up the jerky with a broad grin. “MEAT!” 

"Wish I could have brought you some actual burgers, but I figured it was better than nothing." He chuckled, leaning on his hand and watching her.

She flopped down, holding up the jerky like something holy. 

“I’ll eat this in memory of you, Nick.” with a giggle, she opened it up and took a big bite with her eyes closed “...It’s been nuffin’ but rice and pickles and veggies for weecksh and weecksh…”

Her mouth was full, her manners as atrocious as ever, but at least she looked happy.

It made him nostalgic, and he felt a swell of affection. "I know it's part of the whole medium thing but it always feels a little rough to me to force you to go without."

“It’s traditional.” She said after she swallowed “and if there’s one thing we love in Kurain it’s tradition!”

She looked down at the jerky in her hands with a chuckle. “There’s always tradition.” 

"There sure is," he sighed. He reached back in his bag– then took his hand out and shook his head. He looked back over at Maya. "But there's other stuff, right?"

“There’s channeling!” She said with a lopsided grin “and the mountain air. And…you know…the priestesses and the old folks. It’s nice to see ‘em smiling and happy.”

She reached slowly for a bag of chips. “And I mean..I grew up here, you know?” 

He pushed the chips toward her. "Yeah. Like Apollo grew up in Khura'in too. That's why I'm not sure they'll be able to bring him back."

Maya opened the bag of chips, listening to the water as it heated. 

“It's hard to leave your home, you know? Especially when it needs ya…you can’t just leave it to suffer without you…and it ain’t the same when you’re gone. Sometimes you just gotta accept that it’s where you belong, you know? 

"I guess in the end there's only one person who can make a call like that, huh? Trucy and Klavier might come home covered in bite marks."

“Yikes!” Maya snickered. “If they do, are ya gonna laugh in their faces with an ‘i told ya so’ or give ‘em bandages?” 

"I might," he said. "But I might be sad for them too. Any way I can help you with the tea?"

Maya rustled in the bag of chips with a shake of her head “It’s just heating up, don’t worry about that…it’ll just be another minute or two.”

She took a bite of the chip, joy sparking in her eyes for a moment before it quieted again. “I’ll be sad for ‘em too. I bet they miss the guy, huh?” 

"Trucy especially. She was his co-counsel, you know? For a while. Like you and me used to do."

Maya had a chip in her mouth when she looked up at him with a half smile. 

“those were the days, huh?” She chomped the chip with a look of satisfaction before she continued “...being someone’s co-counsel feels special, can’t blame her for being kind of heartbroken to lose him like that. Suddenly your life’s a lot quieter.” 

"Actually," Phoenix said, feeling himself start to sweat. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He shouldn't do it. But… He reached into his bag and pulled out the folder. "Speaking of those days– could I ask you to look over a legal document, for me?"

“Forget how to read legal docs during your break, Phoenix?” Maya teased him playfully as she held out her hand for it. “you’re hopeless. I’ll take a peek for ya, sure.” 

"You know I did," he chuckled. "Even a couple years back in the game, I still don't have all the skills back I had when you were around."

His fingers twitched, but he managed to hand her the document. There was a slim stack of papers inside.

They weren't particularly obtuse documents.

He'd typed them himself.

Maya opened it up to read them, starting from the top as she tucked her hair over her ear. 

They were business papers. A contract for a permanent position as the manager of Wright Agency, and a full half stake of the company.

He watched as her brow furrowed. She flipped a page– they widened– .and then she jumped as the teapot began to steam and she hurried to take it off the burner with wide eyes

“...N-Nick…this….”

There was a name typed in at the bottom, waiting to be signed.

Maya Fey.

"It's an offer," Phoenix said quietly. "And a plea, too. I know Kurain needs you, Maya, but– I need you too."

Maya pushed her hand through her hair, her breath catching as she looked between the paper and him. 

“I…Nick, I miss you too. Of course I miss ya…I need you too but…” She looked down at the paper again, her eyes lingering on the name. “but who’s gonna take care of the village while I’m managing the office? Nobody. There’s nobody else! Mom already abandoned them and died, Mia left….Morgan was a monster, Pearl esca— is following her dream. I’m the only one here who can bear the responsibility!”

She tensed “I trained for it, for years. If I just left I’d …what would happen?” 

"Maya, I'll be honest, I don't know what would happen," Phoenix said quietly. He looked down at the table. "I don't know what would happen to Kurain, or the people here without their important medium blood leader. But I know what would happen for me. I'd be happy. I'd get to have you in my life. I'd get to wake up and see you smiling, and get to take you out for burgers, and ramen. And have you by my side in court."

His fingers tensed on the edge of the table as he remembered that fateful case almost ten years ago now, when Maya hadn't been by his side. Everything had gone wrong. And he'd lost 7 years of his life to a kind of despair. "It's not the same without you, Maya. I'm not the same. I– it's not fair to put it on you, I know. But I'm a selfish man. I always have been."

Maya’s eyes started to tear up, and she reached up to push her hands through her bangs again. She stared down at the contract. 

“It’s not the same for me either, you know” “I mean…I…I’ve changed too.” She looked up at him with a shaky smile. “But you know me, you know I’d love to wake up next to you and fight it out in the courtroom, or have ramen whenever I want, or goof around and watch the Pink Princess and all that! But the people here need a leader…and if it’s me or Pearl, I’ll take the bullet before she has to. She’s got a dream now…” 

"Why? Maya?" Phoenix said, leaning across the table.He let it out. He let out what he'd been holding in– what had been building in his chest for years now. "Why do they need a leader, and why does it need to be you? Who even cares about any of this? Do you? Mia left! Pearl left! It's the 21st century– these people don't need you as a leader, they're using you, they're using your talent to bolster their way of life– and you don't even want to live that way!"

“You’re soundin’ a lot like her…” Maya grimaced as she reached for the teapot “louder and louder lately.”

Her fingers curled against the handle as she lifted it and fumbled blindly for the teacups.

Nick staggered to his feet and moved to help her, grabbing the teacups for her.

"Sounding like who? Cause they sound like they have a good head on their shoulders."

October 2, 2028– 11:35 am

Maya heard Phoenix get up, stepping beside her to take care of the cups while she took the teapot. He had a plaintive look on his face, which seemed, just for a moment, to not have aged a day since they'd first met.

She dropped her head into her hands, rubbing at her temples with her fingertips as she felt her jaw tighten “like nobody…don’t worry about it, Nick. I’m just talking to myself.”

Like Mia. She’d always heard her voice since the murder’s aftermath, on and off— and more in more the longer time went on– she wasn’t foolish enough to tell herself it wasn’t real, she was the Master of the Kurain Channeling Technique after all, even if it wasn’t the usual sort of channeling it was clear to her that the voice and presence in her head, draped throughout her like an extension of herself was none other than her departed sister.

“Does it matter? Whether they’re using me or not, this town needs me to survive.” 

"Economically, Maya," he said, taking the teapot from her as well, and pouring tea for them. "They need you to survive economically. No one's going to die if you leave. They need you the same way a farmer needs a prize cow to show at the fair, I know that seems harsh, but it's true."

It is harsh, Mia said. But he's not wrong, either.“Ghhh…” Maya closed her eyes tightly. “c-calling me a cow, huh Nick? That’s a great way to convince me to come back to LA, sure!”

She laughed it off like a joke, even as she felt her eyes sting. She knew they were profiting off her, but that’s the way it’d always been. The village was the mediums and the mediums were the village. There wasn’t one without the other. 

He set down the teapot and put his hand on her back. "Maya, you know that's not what I'm doing. But what are you getting out of being here, really? They're sucking you dry. Why should you be forced to serve them forever as their pet medium, just so they can get rich off your talent? Just so they can continue their reputation? Tell me off if you really want this, Maya– but if you don't want to be here, you don't have to. You really don't."

Maya bit her lip hard, feeling the pain as her tooth nearly cut the skin. She tried to summon the will to tell him off, but she couldn’t lie to herself…

She didn’t want to be here. Why would she wanna waste away in the mountains doing the job her mother abandoned? The job everyone else escaped from, forever and ever until the last of her talent dried up and she died for whatever offspring she managed to have to take up the burden in her place.

It was miserable. SHE was miserable being so far from every little pleasant thing she got to experience for a short and blissful time away from the village. 

Phoenix put his arms around her shoulders. 

"Maya. I'm not going to stand here and advocate for Kurain village. To me, they're a bunch of backward people who hurt you, and Pearl, and Mia, and who Pearl and Mia couldn't wait to escape from. They're a bunch of bitchy women who backstab one another and are ashamed of their husbands. I couldn't advocate for them if I tried." She felt his arms trembling around her, and his face on the back of her head. 

“I want you, Maya. I love you. I've kept my mouth shut for almost 10 years, because I don't have any right to tell you what to do. I don't own you, you're your own person. But I hate to see you dividing yourself among greedy people when I want you for myself. It hurts, Maya. It hurts because I love you, and I miss you."

Maya felt the hot patter of tears hit her hands as the teapot swam in her vision.

“I…” she hiccuped quietly. “I love you too, Nick. I know we never said it before but…but..I do.” Her fingers tightened on her lap as she looked up at him with a rough attempt at a smile. It hurt, but..the whole thing hurt. “You aren’t wrong…this place is a mess.”

Mia…I don’t know what to do. I know , I know what you’re gonna say but…

You know what I'm going to say, already, Maya. You know you do. I think that you should follow your heart. And I don't think your heart is in Kurain village any more than mine was.

Phoenix combed his fingers through Maya's hair. "I should have said it a long time before now. I didn't want to put a name on it. But I should have. I love you, Maya. Run away with me."

Maya choked, her shoulders shook and she felt the sudden wet trickle of tears hitting the backs of her hands and running onto her kimono below, leaving dark and damp spots near her folded knees. .

“I…I…” she whimpered. “I wish you said it sooner, Nick….wouldn’t have needed to run far at all. Hah. Hah.”

She gripped her kimono tighter in her fingers.

“Looks like everyone’s always runnin’...running from Kurain. Mia…wants…would want…me to go too.” 

"Mia, huh?" he said quietly in her ear. "That's what I thought. Yeah. I bet. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I didn't think– after what happened, I didn't think I had any right. And then you were in Khura'in, and I— I realized how completely lost I am without you."

He squeezed her tighter, holding himself against her body.

Maya leaned against him with a choked laugh. 

“You really are helpless without me, Nick. I turn my back, you lose your badge…or start smashing your way through a country’s legal system.” The laugh didn’t stop as she half fell against him “Nick…do you got any idea how small Kurain is? It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s just this circle of houses and the channeling chamber…everything outside is …situational.” 

"I have some idea, Maya. It's suffocating you, isn't it?"

She nodded , looking up at him with tear stained eyes. “I used to think I could live my whole life there. But Mia, when she vanished, she kept inviting me out and showing me things in the real world. I loved it…but it meant that comin’ back felt like being put in a cage.” 

As Maya turned around in his arms to look at him, she saw his own eyes filled with tears as he looked down at her.

"I don't want you to live in a cage, Maya. Pearl doesn't want that. Iris doesn't. Mia didn't want it. Not for you, and not for her. Please, Maya— will you be my partner again? We've been through so many crazy things that turned out to be real. Can we make this real?"

Maya hiccuped again, and she nodded. 

“y-...Holy Mother, are the spirits of Aunt Morgan and the rest gonna be unhappy…but y-yes.” She closed her eyes tightly to stop the way her vision swam through her tears. “I wanna be your partner again, Nick. I w-wanna run away.” 

He leaned his chin on her head, and she felt his throat against her as he swallowed. "Maya, I don't care who else is unhappy, because I'm the happiest I've ever been. We're going to be happy, together."

Maya leaned up to kiss his chin. It wasn’t going to be easy…not emotionally. Not when the elders of the village came to ask questions…but…

I’m making the right choice, right Mia? I’ve gotta follow my heart.

It's the choice I made, Maya. I didn't even have someone begging me to go with them, and I never regretted it for a second. Even though it made my life a lot shorter. 

[calsper]

DWC: Day IV

SURRENDER & TRANQUIL @daily-writing-challenge

Anything you can do on land, you can do on ice. How am I supposed to bring skating back into the world without having first perfected what I teach?

He understood the sentiments Calsper always reminded him about but Tirrak did not understand how something as dangerous as backflips were necessary. Just having to watch his elven roommate attempt them on the ice countless times in a row without surrender made his knees ache and all he was doing was whittling nearby upon a fallen log, the pond Cal favored freezing for his practice only a few yards out. Another drogbar slain meant another bead to carve for the charm on his antler tassel.

“Why don’t you wear joint guards?” the Highmountain tauren hollered out to the sin’dorei when he yet again landed clumsily onto his elbows and knees.

Calsper dusted them off of frosty debris before calling back, “Movement restriction! Bruises are pretty, anyway.” Something Tirrak couldn’t quite make out that followed that contained the accursed ‘almost there’ phrase which meant he’d have to continue sitting tense until the other was satisfied with his efforts. Earth Mother have mercy; the lad was relentless. Every flip risked a broken neck…

Another half hour passed. By the end of it, one damned backflip had finally been both landed and skated out of with enough grace that the weathermancer allowed himself to take a break by gliding back towards land, the ice in his wake rapidly melting behind him. The blade on each sole disappeared with an enchanted shimmer before stepping into the dirt and just like that, it was as though he were never out there on a makeshift rink.

Short black gloves were peeled off in order to have better dexterity when removing the hair tie from his ponytail—the blue-to-white ombre of a layered bob fluttering down once freed. “Joint guards,” he scoffed beside Tirrak.

“I would wear them.”

“You won’t even go out there.” A foot reached over from where he stood to nudge at the Skyhorn’s thigh. “Keep saying you’d—”

“—Fall straight through the ice? Because I would. I’d chip it all up with my hooves and plummet right into it. Don’t care how thick you say you can make it; my kind don’t seem suited to what you do in the slightest.”

Eyes like a robin’s egg cast a stare across the pond with a dismal yet meditative hum. It was one of the most tranquil sights Calsper got to admire day in and day out, his soul never tiring of the way the sunset’s pink hues wavered in the rippling water or of watching geese fly back down to its cold edge for bathing. Seeing a distant group of goslings close behind their new mother left him smiling at how opposite the tiny creatures were from the moose of a man to his left. “Maybe,” he shrugged, chest puffing from the hearty inhale he took of the campfire-laced air. “Wouldn’t know unless you tried. I agree that dancing on blades might be impossible unless a different shape could be figured out, but… you could at least stand on it. Slide around.”

Tirrak side-eyed Calsper with a snort. Seeing as the elf was finished for the time being, he began to put his miniature woodwork away into a belt bag and rise for the short trek back to their tipi. “In an outfit like yours?”

“What is wrong with my clothes?!” Arms spread in exasperation whilst staring down at himself. All he donned in this mountaintop atmosphere was a fitted black tee and thermal leggings of the same dark color—as well as, of course, his boots that the leggings were modified to loop around. But the tauren warrior could not reply.

Both men were startled into wide-eyed silence as a shriek pierced through the distance and in their direction of travel.

Calsper froze, paled so rapidly that his skin prickled with goosebumps, and forgot how to breathe.

Harpies? Harpies! Do they know…? No, that's impossible—count to five. Just five. You can do it, damn it. One.

Two.

They're here for me.

Three...

Not again. Was that his name being called?

...Four . . .

[halloworhorecrux]

The vibe: Partition by Beyonce

Post War celebrations with a dose of Secret relationships

Harry is leaving in a car (a way the wizarding world is trying to be more integrated with muggles) from a Ministry Gala towards his townhouse in the center London. The rain makes for good distraction as he contemplates if he will return to find Malfoy still there. He thinks maybe offering to make him a homemade meal will go a long way in soothing the irate Heir.

Imagine his surprise when he pulls up to the Grim old place a figure stands in front of the steps. The car slows, and the driver goes out into the rain to open the door for Harry; another thing that itches at him. Instead of being allowed to exit the car, he is unceremoniously pushed back in.

Now if it wasn't for the familiar cologne he would have already started blasted. Malfoy places himself succinctly on his lap.

"Malfoy! this isn't how you ride in automobiles" Harry loses most of the admonishment from his words with each exhale as he feels his boyfriends hands travel up his collar and into his hair.

"Oh such a shame, I've been told I'm a dab hand at riding" Draco whispers

Harry is fairly conscious of the driver re-entering the vehicle and racing away from Number 12.

"Driver roll up the partition fast" the last words he speaks before he distracted once more by Malfoy.

It may be minutes or hours when he realizes there is a door closing and they have reached their destination.

The he hears it. The sound of a camera as well the flash.

"Took me 45 minutes to get all dressed up," Draco says as he fusses with his hair.

Though Harry is aware there is pictures being flashed at the car, he quite keep his hand from gripping on Malfoy's ass.

"Tsk tsk Potter, don't you even ask where we could possibly be. Now, how are we going to make it into this club?"

Draco's hair and clothes are mussed and though Harry loves the sight he also realizing there is paparazzi outside. There may also be handprints and footprints on the glass. Malfoy is also losing his slightly dazed look and visibly looked scared. He is trying to covering himself even if there in tinted glass from seeing inside.

"Maybe I could put on a glamour. No one has to know you have me in here, Potter. I can add length to my hair wouldn't take much to look like the type of girl you like" the words may try be reassuring but they hold real insecurity as if Harry would be ashamed to seen with him.

Before he can say more, Harry makes a decision, " Why would you do that when I already have the type I like right in front of me?""

There is no concealing the surprise on Draco's face. The smile that accompanies the small "Oh" make Harry feel lighter since he was stuffed into this stupid tie.

" Yes. Alright. Then you should probably open the door Mr. Potter"

"Of course, Peaches" He squeezes the plump arse he hadn't let go of for a minute, smoothing out the material as he shifts closer to the door.

Draco tries to scowl but can't because he has never been more excited to step out of the monstrosity Harry calls perfectly safe transportation. Though if this is how all future trips are taken, he can't say he would mind using it more often.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

I want to use this very small, handmade crochet item from Forever21 to illustrate exactly how little they are paying artists:

These hair ties are $5 for the set. There's some somewhat tricksy stitchwork in those petals, and I think the center is embroidery, not crochet, so this hair tie took two skills.

I would guess each flower, depending on how fast you are, could take 30-60 minutes. Closer to 30, if you do make a lot of them. And I bet the goal is to make as many as you can in one sweatshop-hours workday so you'll paid by the quantity you can crank out. And I'm sure someone's triple-checking every last bit of your work to cut your pay down to the minimum.

As this is a set, I assume it's one of each color that's required to count as a batch. And you'll be paid some sort of even worse pittance for any unfinished batches you have left over.

For 5 bucks for three, Forever21 likely isn't paying more than a dollar a set. So, for, at best guess, 1.5 hours of work, someone's making a dollar. And that's if their work isn't being intentionally judged harshly to cut their pay further. Because I'm betting the wage on unfinished sets is maybe 20 cents a flower. On a very good day where the artist can make everything in sets and end an assumed 12-hour day with all sets complete, that's 8 sets. 8 dollars.

8 dollars for unstopped physical labor. So Forever21 can charge 5 bucks a card.

Now, if you can copy these and sell them yourself but don't know what to price them at, here's my pitch:

I have a standing rule that if it takes me more than 30 minutes to make, it's 10 bucks to sell. Because I think 20 bucks is a solid rate for my work on something like this. So, half of 20 is 10. I'm willing to eat the cost of materials as I can undoubtably make a whole bunch of little flowers off one skein of yarn. So, even if I choose a higher-priced yarn, the fact I can make 30 or 40 or 50 little flowers cuts down on the price of supplies.

Now, if I were selling online, I'd offer some sort of small discount for a group buy. 1 for $10. 2 for $18. 3 for $25. This can lead to people deciding to buy more rather than less, and while you do take a bit of a hit on the overall price, a larger sale is a larger sale.

If I were tabling somewhere, I'd be willing to use something like hair ties as an easy sale. I'd cut down my base price to, say $8 for 1. $15 for 2. $22 for 3. As someone who has tabled and been buying at a table, I cannot tell you how much people love a deal like that. Especially if you have a lot of colors to choose from. Not only that, but it's a sale that's much easier to make on day one (when people are trying to be careful with their spending) and on the final day (when people are nearly out of their spending money). You can get a lot of small sales that add up.

Obviously, Forever21 isn't going to price up like I just described. They are a fucking elder god of fast fashion and will not be changing their exploitation of artisans any time soon. But having an understanding of exactly how badly they treat workers and presenting a very average pricing from an artist who is trying to be fair to themself and their skill can be helpful for people who are trying to figure out how to put their money where their values are.

[steven1123x]

Behind The Scenes - Chapter 2: Sun, Sand and Surf

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Steven was on the beach, it was six in the morning and he was about to surf. The waves were perfect for it, it wasn’t too hot outside. So it was the right time for a little morning surfing. Greg and Rose weren’t up yet. So it was just him out on the water and a few people who also came to the beach. The boy saw a wave coming up. he paddled out to it, popped up on the board and he surfed that wave.

“Woah! Look at that little guy go!” A man said, sitting on his board. Watching Steven. Some other people joined in on the fun, Steven wanted to put on some music, but a guy on the beach put his iPhone into the dock of his iHome and he turned on some rock music. ‘What I’ve Done' by ‘LINKIN PARK’ played on full volume.

Rose walked out and leaned on the railing of the wooden balcony, watching her son. (since Steven was the smallest one there) Then the door opened to the house. Her husband walked out and put an arm around her waist. Greg went on his tippy toes and kissed her on the cheek.

“Is Steven in the water?” Greg asked after a few minutes of silence. Rose nodded and pointed, Greg recognized the figure as their son, and he went back inside. She was confused at first, but then she saw that her husband was dressed in blue swim trunks that had a white palm tree pattern, he was shirtless and was carrying his surfboard under his arm.

Rose smiles and watches her husband go down the steps and get into the water to surf.

She went to go change into a pair of shorts and a tank top. She also walked down the wooden steps and sat by the water, some surfboards were sticking out in the sand and some people were talking or sitting on beach towels. She took out her phone and took a picture to send to her friend, Ameythest. She had forgot a few times that they were three hours behind them since her team lived in California.

Rose watched as her son and husband were out on the beach having fun. A woman walked to her and sat in the sand. “Hello,” Rose said, waving toward her.

“Hi.” the woman said. She is wearing a dark green bikini with triangle cups and ties that fasten around her neck and back. The bottoms tie at the sides and feature a minimal coverage design. The woman has a medium skin tone and long, dark brown hair styled in loose waves. She is smiling and facing her. “Hi, I’m Allison.” She said.

“Hello, Allison, I’m Rose.” she smiled, a chunk of her pink hair falling off her shoulder.

“You are pretty.”

Rose smiled. at her. Blushing; “I get that a lot.”

“Oh?” Rose nods. “Multiple people tell me that I’m pretty.”

“Well, you are. Are you a model?”

“No, I was a commander,” she said casually.

“A commander? Like for the US Army?”

“Mmmmm, something like that. Have you watched Transformers?” Rose asked. Allison nodded.

“It’s like that, but I commanded a rebellion against my kind.” Allison wanted to believe that that wasn’t true or that she was making it up, but half of her told her that she was not joking.

“So you lead a rebellion?” she nods again, Then Greg walks out, holding his surfboard, Steven is next to him. He wore a pair of pink swim shorts, Allison saw something… Different about him, He had a pink gem where his navel should be. and he was tiny. Maybe she thought he was about five years old.

“Aww, who’s this little guy?” Alison asked.

Rose smiled as her son sat next to her on the sand. “This is my son, Steven,” she told her. Allison wondered, and wanted to ask her.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how old is he?”

“I’m seven,” he said.

“Wow.” She said with a smile on her face. “He looks so cute.”

“Thank you,” he said, smiling at her. Greg smiled and put a hand on his son’s shoulder. Steven looks up at his father.

“Alright, let’s go inside and have breakfast, then after we can go back to the beach,” Greg said, Rose and Steven agreed with that and they went to the beach house for breakfast.

Two boys stepped out of a red 2008 Ford Mustang with their mother. They were both wearing bathing suits.

The first boy appears to have short brown hair, a cheerful smile, and bright eyes. He is wearing a plain white t-shirt and standing in the sand. He is in a happy mood, radiating positivity and warmth through his expression. He has brown hair. The combination of his smile and bright eyes could indicate a sense of joy or contentment, adding a sense of innocence and youthfulness to his overall appearance.

The other boy has a joyful expression on his face. He has curly hair and is dressed in a black T-shirt. The t-shirt features a graphic design with multiple white panels, which may contain comic strips and a large white swoosh logo. The overall atmosphere of the photo is festive and cheerful, with a greenish background and sparkling white stars adding to the lively ambiance. The young boy in the image has a joyful expression on his face. He has curly hair and is dressed in a black t-shirt and red swim shorts, The t-shirt features a graphic design with multiple white panels, which may contain comic strips and a large white swoosh logo.

“Lance, Mikey.” A woman told the two seven-year-old boys.

“Yeah, mom?” Lance said, walking up toward his mother. His mother was a tall woman, not as tall as Rose. She stood at six foot seven. She has a light complexion and long blonde hair that is casually styled, flowing around her face and shoulders. She is wearing a dark top, with short shorts with a bikini underneath her clothes. Lance and Mikey both helped their mom with items, such as towels and an umbrella.

Steven sat at the table with his mother, as his father made breakfast. Rose saw two boys and one woman walk up the stairs through the glass leading outside to the house. They heard a knock on the door, Steven opened it and saw his friends standing there with their mother, Luisa.

“Guys! You're here!” Steven hugs both of his friends.

“Hey, Steven!” Kyle said.

“Hey, man!” Lance said, giving him a high five. Steven gave both of his friends hugs and they walked in with their mother.

“Hi, Greg, hi Rose.” Luisa greeted them.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Universe!” Lance and Kyle said.

“Hi guys, how are you?” Rose asked. Rose now wore another one-piece swimsuit. Like the last one, her gem was exposed. And, her pink hair was tied back in a ponytail, they were about to go back out again to surf. Greg, Rose, and Steven were almost finished eating breakfast and they were going back onto the beach.

“Do you want breakfast guys, Mom made French toast.” Steven said, standing up and putting his plate in the kitchen.

“No thanks, we just ate back at the house,” Mikey said, Lance nodded. Steven went back outside with his friends. Their surfboards were leaning on the side of the house, Steven grabbed his that was by his dad’s and went down the wooden steps.

Steven, Lance, and Mikey all went down to the beach and they were now playing together. Greg and Rose then came outside with their surfboards and they were now out on the water.

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Steven was now in his room, playing GameCube with his friends Lance and Mikey, who wanted to sleep over. Rose said yes, and now, Rose was making popcorn for the boys for a movie that they were going to watch in the living room. The movie was set on the silver VHS/DVD player they had sitting inside the large TV.

“Boys! Popcorn is ready!” Steven’s mother called out. Steven, Lance, and Mikey raced downstairs and all sat in the living room. “What movie is this mom?” Steven asked, sandwiched in between his bigger seven-year-old friends.

“Lilo & Stitch,” Rose said, Steven’s eyes lit up into the shapes of stars.

“I love that movie!” he said, Rose chuckled. “I know you do, Steven.”

“Your dad should be back with the pizza.” She said as she saw a pair of headlights in the distance.

“That must be him!” Steven said excitedly. Rose chuckled at her son’s enthusiasm. Running to the door, Steven opened for him, letting the summer air come in as well as the smell of the sand and the ocean Greg was walking up the stairs and smiled when he saw his son holding the door for him.

“Thanks, Schu-Ball,” Greg said, ruffling up his curly black hair, Steven closed the door and locked it. He set the box down on the table so the boys could eat. Steven opened the box and gasped, stars in his eyes. “Pepperoni!” he said, he and his friends grabbed a slice then ate some pizza and watched the movie.

“OH, YOUR TOUCHING ME!”

“Not touching.”

“TOUCHING ME!”

“It’s free air!”

Steven licked Lance. “EW!” Mikey laughed as he ate his popcorn.

“That’s funny.”

“No, it’s not!” Lance said, going into the kitchen and washing his face.

“Did your parents go to bed, Steven?”

“No, there outside on the porch,” he said, looking at the wrap-around porch through the window, the lights were on and Greg was strumming his acoustic guitar.

“Okay guys, let’s play Shadow The Hedgehog!” Steven said, opening his TV and handing Lance and Mikey two controllers.

“I’ll be the original Shadow.”

“I’ll be gold Shadow!”

“I’ll go next after you guys!” Steven said, putting his Sony TV to the right input as they played the game.

“Hey, Steven. Is there any water or something?” Lance said, getting up from the floor.

“Yeah, they should be in the fridge,” he said. Lance went to the fridge and saw a whole case of water bottles, he grabbed one and went back upstairs to his bedroom.

“Hey, Steven. why don’t you have any walls and a door?”

“My parents thought that it was cool like this, and I agree with them,” Steven said, playing the game.

Lance nodded and they went back to playing.

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The next day, Lance, Mikey, Steven, and Greg were playing volleyball on the beach, and Rose was surfing.

“Steven! it’s your serve!” Lance said, Steven threw the volleyball into the air and tried to serve it, but he was too small to reach over the net, so the ball went under it instead.

“Ugh! I’m too short for this game!” he said in frustration. Then, Greg walked to the other side of the net and knelt to his level.

“Steven, you can do anything you set your mind to,” Greg said, touching his shoulder. Steven didn’t believe that.

“Dad! Just admit it, I’m a joke. An excuse, I wish I… I was more human, like Kyle, Lance, and Lucas. And all of the kids at school! I HATE the way I look.” Tears welled up in his eyes and are now streaming down his cheeks. Greg listened to his son vent.

“Every day at school I was called a baby because I look like I’m in the first grade still! I would get made fun of by COUNTLESS KIDS CONSTANTLY! The coaches would not put me on a team with kids when we would play basketball because I’m ‘too short’ or I have some kind of ‘growth problem’ You know how AWFUL THAT IS! Why do I always get the short end of the stick, why am I always discriminated against because I was born differently maybe… Maybe I shouldn’t been born at all!” Seven finished his rant, balling up his fists and glaring at the sand beneath his feet.

Greg felt his heart shatter into a million tiny pieces. No seven-year-old should think like this. He put a hand on his shoulder. “Steven. What made you think like this, dude?”

“Remember that kid I told you and Mom about last year, the boy who I think got held back a year or so and was in Miss. Phips class with me and Lucas?”

“Yeah.”

“Well he called me all kinds of names, and the one that stuck with me the most was ‘baby’ he told me to go back to kindergarten!” Greg didn’t say anything but took him and hugged his son.

“You know.” he started. “I don’t understand this gem stuff, but your mom and I both love you, Steven. Don’t talk like that about yourself again, understand?” Steve nods. Greg smiled kissed his hair and stood up. Steven looked at the ocean, the sound of the waves, the sand, and the salty air hitting his nose.

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Steven was at the mall with his friends and his mom in Delaware. Steven was on his mother’s shoulders. “What do you want to do first guys?” Rose asked.

“Mom, can I get a new hat?” Steven asked.

“Sure,” she said, walking into a Spencer’s. Steven picked out a Sonic The Hedgehog beanie. Rose smiled and examined it.

It was a beanie hat with a vibrant blue and black pattern. The pattern includes stylized text that is artistically designed, making it somewhat abstract and challenging to read. Notably, there is an embroidered patch of Sonic the Hedgehog, a popular video game character, displayed on the fold of the beanie. Sonic is depicted in his classic running pose, colored in blue with details in white, red, and flesh tones for his face and arms.

Steven’s eyes had stars in them and wanted to try it on, Rose smiled and helped him slip it on his curly head of hair. Rose’s eyes lit up and smiled, admiring how adorable he was! “You look so handsome!” Rose said, his friends nodded in agreement. Steven went to the mirror and looked at himself.

“I’ll take it, Mom!” he said, excitement in his voice.

Rose smiled and got one for herself too, she looked in the mirror and gasped at how cute she looked in it!

It displayed the pink beanie on her head, adorned with an embroidered design depicting a cartoon-style character on the front. The character exudes a playful and mischievous vibe, characterized by its large eyes and expressive features atop of her naturally pink hair.

“You look so good, mom! We should get one for Dad too. What do you think he will like?” Steven asked.

“Isn’t his favorite character Tails?”

“Yeah, but maybe we can get both, Or we can get Vector The Crocodile., 'cause Dad likes music. And vector is a DJ.” Rose liked that idea

“Alright, Vector it is then!” she said, reaching up for it and grabbing it. “Wow…. I still can’t believe that I have an eight-foot-tall mom.” Steven said, with stars in his eyes as he looked at his mother in amazement.

Rose giggled and ruffled her son’s hair.

They stepped out of Spencer’s and now decided to eat at the food court. Lance and Mikey got something, they got two Sonic shirts. Steven wore his beanie and Rose wore hers also. Steven was holding his mother’s hand as they walked through the mall.

Steven held the Spencer’s bag as they went to the food court.

“Can we get Burger King, Mrs. Universe?” Lance asked. Rose smiled “Yes you guys can, Steven. do you want Birger King also?”

“Can I have Taco Bell?” he asked.

“Ohh, that sounds wonderful. I’ll maybe have that myself.” Rose said. She knelt and pulled out ten dollars for Lance and Mikey.

“You know where it is, do you?” she said, handing Lance the bill.

They both nod and walk to the Burger King.

Steven, Rose, Lance, and Mikey all sat down and ate their food. “Thanks for this, Mrs. Universe,” Mijey said, dipping his chicken nuggets in barbecue sauce.

“No problem guys.”

“Raise your hands if you think Mrs. Universe is the best!” Mikry said, dipping a fry in the sauce. Lance, Mikey, and Steven all raised their hands. Rose laughed and smiled.

“I think you guys are pretty great also.” she smiled at them, Steven hugged her from the side, and Rose hugged him back.

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“Rose was driving her husband’s van back to Dewey Beach. Steven was sitting in the front and looking out the window. The radio was playing Sum 41. Rose drummed her hands on the steering wheel and Steven drummed his fingers on the window.

Steven took off his beanie and set it on his lap. He saw that the beach was coming up and Rose stopped the van and they got out Steven grabbed the bag and they went upstairs, Steven giggled at the door handle.

“Hey, mom! it’s locked! I think Dad’s not in the house.”

“I have a key, Steven.” she smiled and opened the door to the beach house. Just then, a red 2008 Ford Mustang pulled up next to their MR. UNIVERSE van then step out. “Boys, your mother is here. Get your stuff.” Rose said. Lance and Mikey went inside and grabbed their stuff.

“Bye, Steven. See you tomorrow or something.” Lance said.

“Bye, guys!” Steven waved as they went down the steps and to their mother’s car.

“Steven, If you want to go into town, you can. You remember how to get back, right?” Rose asked. Steven nods and hugs his mother.

“Thanks, mom.” Steven ran down the steps, Rose was leaning on the porch, watching her son leave. Steven was walking around the boardwalk, he saw some people as he was looking around.

Steven came back home a few hours later. Rose was reading on her phone at the minibar.

“Hey, Steven how was your walk?” Rose asked.

“Hey, mom. It was good, thanks for asking,” he said, walking up the stairs.

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Rose, Greg, and Steven were now dressed. It was later in the evening, Steven was wearing a blue polo shirt, jeans, and a pair of red Converse high tops. Also, to complete his look. He was wearing his Sonic The Hedgehog benie Rose wore a white button-down shirt with pink jeans and a pair of white Adidas. Greg wore a long-sleeved shirt with blue jeans and a pair of white Converse with his Vector The Crocodile beanie. They were going to a party in Washington tonight at Christopher’s and Jasmine’s house.

Steven grabbed something from his room, he grabbed his Nintendo DS with a copy of Super Mario Bros inside. Steven, Greg, and Rose all walked downstairs. Greg opened the door to his van and sat inside. He put the key in the ignition and left Dewey Beach.

Steven, Rose, and Greg saw a large home come up.

A charming two-story suburban house with a striking brick facade and numerous large windows. The design of the house is symmetrical, with a central entrance that is flanked by two evenly spaced windows on either side. Above the entrance, there is a large arched window, adding to the architectural symmetry of the building.

The roof of the house is multi-gabled, suggesting the presence of additional space on the second floor or in an attic. A concrete driveway leads up to an attached two-car garage, located on the right-hand side of the house and seamlessly integrated into the main structure.

The landscaping surrounding the house is meticulously maintained, featuring manicured grass, various shrubs, and a few young trees. This attention to detail enhances the overall aesthetic appeal and creates a tidy and welcoming atmosphere. The clear sky in the background indicates that it is dark, with the house lights on.

Greg parked on the driveway and killed the engine. Rose and Steven both went up to the house and knocked.

A woman opened the door with a joyful expression, looking directly at the couple. She has long, straight black hair and is adorned with a blue top. Her makeup is subtly applied, naturally enhancing her features, with a bright, engaging smile on her face.

“Greg, Rose!” Jasmine said, shaking both their hands. She looked at Steven and knelt at his level. “And little Steven!” she said with a large smile.

“Hello, Jasmine,” he said. Jasmine smiled.

“Come in, Steven. Lucas is in the living room with everybody.” Steven nodded and walked into the house. He walked into the living room and saw Lucas and everyone playing Guitar Hero on the Nintendo WII.

“Lucas!” he smiled and saw him on the couch with their five other friends around the same age range as both boys. Steven sat on the couch and watched three of his friends, Joey, Ryan, and Andrew all in front of the TV. Steven saw the song list, Andrew selected a song, and Steven’s eyes widened.

“Wait! Go up!” he said. Andrew went up and the song displayed the name ‘Comet’ Mr. Universe, 1984.

“Can you play that one? It’s my dad’s song!” Steven told them, stars in his eyes.

“Woah! Cool. We can play it!” Andrew said as he pressed the green button and they got into the game, “Wait, pause it. I’ll be back!” Steven said, running into the kitchen where the adults were. Greg had a can of soda in his hand as his other arm was wrapped around Rose’s waist.

“Dad! you gotta come into the living room!” Steven said, grabbing his bicep.

“Woah! Where’s the fire, buddy?” Greg asked, letting go of Rose and kneeling to his level.

“Dad! come into the living room, mom can come too!” he exclaimed, running towards his friends Greg and Rose both walked into the living room and Andrew unpaused it, they were playing the song.

Some... say I have no direction, that I'm a light-speed distraction, that's a knee-jerk reaction.

Still, this is the final frontier, everything is so clear, to my destiny I steer

This life in the stars is all I've ever known,

Stars and stardust in infinite space is my only home

Greg and Rose both smiled and watched the kids play.

But the moment that I hit the stage, thousands of voices are calling my name

And I know in my heart it's been worth it all of the while

And as my albums fly off of the shelves, handing out autographed pics of myself,

This life I chose isn't easy but sure is one heck of a ride

“Do you remember that we met two decades ago, I was watching you play and the rest was history.”

Greg smiled. “You know I do, babe,” he said. They both listened to the rest of the song.

At the moment that I hit the stage, I hear the universe calling my name

And I know deep down in my heart I have nothing to fear

And as the solar wind blows through my hair, knowing I have so much more left to share

A wandering spirit who's tearing its way through the cold atmosphere

I'll fly like a comet

Soar like a comet

Crash like a comet

I'm just a comet

Greg and Rose looked into each other’s eyes, Rose had stars in her eyes, and being reminded of how they met holds a special place in their hearts. They both leaned in for a passionate kiss.

Steven and his friends were by the pool. It was a luxurious and modern backyard setting with a swimming pool as the focal point. The pool area is elegantly designed with a neatly paved deck surrounding a sleek, rectangular swimming pool. On the right-hand side, there is a dining area under a large parasol, complete with a contemporary table and chairs, perfect for outdoor dining experiences. Next to the dining area, there is a cozy seating space featuring a wooden bench, providing a comfortable spot for relaxation.

The architecture of the house is modern and stylish, characterized by large glass doors and a minimalist design aesthetic. The garden surrounding the house is beautifully landscaped, with lush green lawns and a variety of ornamental grasses and flowering plants adding to the overall charm of the space. The combination of the swimming pool, outdoor dining area, seating space, and well-maintained garden creates a tranquil and inviting atmosphere in this backyard setting.

“Chris, aren’t you waiting for the delivery driver to get here with the sushi?” Jasmine asked, Chris nodded.

“He will be here with the platter, Jasmine. And Steven, I did order you avocado and cucumber, I know that you don’t eat fish.” Steven smiled and nodded.

“Thank you, Jasmine,” he said, smiling. Jasmine smiled back at him.

“Sushi is here,” Christopher said, that Steven, Lucas, Joey, Ryan, and Andrew were all talking about their favorite cartoons.

“Hey, Steven. Have you seen this show called Chowder? It’s so funny!” Andrew said. Steven nods. “Heck yeah! Have you seen Teen Titans?” he asked.

“It’s a shame that the director canceled it,” Joey said.

“How about The Grim Adventures Of Billy And Mandy?” Ryan asked.

“YES!” Steven said. “I loved that show, my favorite character was Fred FredBurger, Uh. Joudge, joudge!” Steven said.

“The nachos made my poopoo really stinky!” Rose cut in, the boys burst out laughing at that.

“I love that show,” Rose said, stars in her eyes.

“Awesome! But.. You're an adult.”

“So, I like cartoons too. When I came to Earth, years later like. Thousands of years later after I met Greg, the first movie we watched together was Transformers The Movie.”

“Wait, how old are you?” Joey asked.

“She’s over a thousand years old,” Steven said. Joey choked on his water.

“Wait, what?!” he asked, as he coughed. Steven nodded and looked at his mother.

Joey looks at Rose. “She looks like she’s in her early twenties.”

“I know,” Steven said.

“Wait, I remember the first time we met, I asked your mom that if you had a growth defency, no offense.”

Steven knows that he doesn’t mean that but, all the years of him getting talked down to and bullied by other kids in his grade made it impossible for him.

“I think I do because I’m almost eight and I still look like I’m four.” Steven tried to keep his anger inside, but his parents told him to not keep your feelings inside. Steven looked up at his mother, Rose looked down at him and knelt to his level.

“Steven, are you okay?” Steven shook his head. Rose looks at her husband, Greg nods and removes his keys from his pocket.

“No, I don’t want to go home. I… I need some time.” he said, Greg knelt to his level.

“Are you sure, Schu-Ball? We can take you home.” Greg said, concern in his voice.

“I’m fine Dad.” Greg nods and then puts his keys back into his pocket. Joey looked down on the floor and Greg walked to him.

“I know it wasn’t your fault, Joey. But next time, be careful what you say next time.” he had a warm smile on his face saying ‘Hey, I’m not mad at you, just don’t do it again’ Joey nods. “Steven had a lot of trouble from other kids for his height,” Greg said. Joey nodded sadly and looked at Steven.

“Sorry, Steven.”

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it,” he said, hugging him.

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The Universe family drove back to Dewey Beach, Steven fell asleep in the back of the van. Greg was driving, Rose was looking out the window, and LINKIN PARK was playing softly on the radio. It was a comfortable silence.

Rose reached for his hand, Greg smiled and intertwined his fingers in between hers.

“I sometimes can’t imagine mine or Steven’s lives without you, Rose,” Greg said, breaking the silence. Rose smiled and looked at him, Greg stopped at a red light and they both kissed. Then they broke the kiss.

“I love you, Mr. Universe,” Rose told him softly. Greg smiled.

“I love you too, Mrs. Universe,” Greg said, then. He had another name. “Or, should I say Mrs. Quartz Universe?” Rose giggles. “I like it…”

They drove back to the beach house and put Steven to bed. Then they went to bed themselves.

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A/N: Hi guys, Hopefully you guys are enjoying this story so far as much as I am. Now for some questions.

Q: This was amazing! It was so wholesome and cute! I wonder whether we'll see more of the Crystal Gems adapting to modern life on Earth?

A: Yes, you will see them in the story. But I don’t know what chapter.

Hopefully, you guys are liking the story, Making it is a little bit of a struggle. But hopefully, I get to keep writing this fanfic for you guys. If you have any suggestions My Tumblr is; steven1123x

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Don’t be a stranger (erenxreader)

Words: 3.5k

Summary: one-shot, you come back to the city where you spent your gap year in high school and decide that meeting up with an old friend with a big crush on you is a good idea (Eren drives a motorcycle hot af ngl)

cw: explicit and mature content MDI, cowgirl position, oral s*x and a little strip show, there’s a small use of alcohol

Notes: hope you enjoy, it took me quite some time to figure out how I wanted to write this but I think that in the end it came out pretty good, it’s my first one shot so as usual constructive criticism are accepted! Reblogs,notes ad comments are always deeply appreciated!!💕

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It had been years since she breathed this air.

Landing in this place again after all of this time felt like coming back home after a long trip, all the memories of her first days came back like a river and her heart only grew fonder of this place.

You didn’t forget an instant of her gap-year here, all the memories, the photos, the friendships, all of it was still with you.

And now, landing in the city once again as an adult, gave her a sense of nostalgia she didn’t even thought she would have been able to feel.

The trip was for work but you were so thrilled when your boss told you that you would have been able to spend two days in Dublin again, you immediately told to all of your gap-year friends and they were as thrilled as you, they asked for all sorts of photos of all the places they went to ages ago.

Or at least it felt ages ago in her heart but as soon as she saw the city again it felt like nothing had changed, it was all the same as she remembered.

You snap a first photo and post it on your story “welcome home” that’s what you wrote on it.

After the morning you spent in the office to do the work you came here to do, you decided to walk around a bit. The city welcomed you with a warm day, as unusual as it could seem, and you took the chance to hang out around the city center again, for old time sake.

She saw again all the bars, all the benches and all the places she had memories of.

While walking a notification makes your phone thrill in her pocket, someone replied to your story.

eren.yeager_: you’re in the city again? Wanna hang tonight?, it was him.

She didn’t forget, how could she.

When one of her closest friend told her, after the gap-year, that one of the kids she had history with had a massive crush on her.

At first it felt unbelievable, you two barely talked and he never let out anything for an entire year but then the time passed and it all became an inside joke in her group.

So when you saw the message you froze, could it be that even after all this time he still wanted to shoot his shot?

He wasn’t bad looking at all, that definitely wasn’t the problem, tall, fair-skinned with short brown hair, his eyes were a gorgeous emerald green.

It never occurred to you how one like him could even like you, most of all how he could have liked you during that time of your life, you were still a teenager and the school uniform surely wasn’t the most flattering thing.

But during the years, you thought, the spark never died, we both talked and replied to each other stories, bonding over common interests that never came up during your time there.

So maybe this isn’t so bad after all, you reply soon to his message with a simple “yeah let’s hang tonight, tell me where and when”

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The hours passed and she spent all of her time after dinner to get ready, she had an “everything” shower just in case and she tried to play with a bit of makeup she had brought.

You never bothered putting on makeup so the task asked for a bit more time than normal, so you ended up running late.

The outfit you choose was simple, a short and bit tight black skirt with a small slit on your right thigh and a casual cropped shirt with the graphic of a band you both liked, a black denim jacket to tie it all together.

She swiftly took a bus towards the center to head towards the pub he suggested, she knew the place it was a usual hanging out spot she had with her friends.

When you arrived he was already there but at first you didn’t recognize him.

A tall guy with broad shoulders and only a white shirt was talking with someone while leaning on a motorbike right in front of the entrance.

“sorry” you quietly say, he doesn’t even flinch, he kept on talking animatedly with the guy “excuse me” your tone a bit louder, but still nothing.

The guy notices you and white shirt dude turns around, it is him.

Your face goes from a frown to a wide smile in the span of seconds, you couldn’t believe her eyes.

He let his hair grew a bit and now they were just past his jawline, just enough to put them in a small bun, he was even taller and bigger than you remembered, it all felt doubled.

You had to take a step back to look at him completely, he was checking you out while leaning on the bike, another thing you both bonded over during the years, “when did you get this one?” you looked at the bike and it was gorgeous, it fitted his personality perfectly, “we can go for a ride after” he teased, he knew how much you liked them.

The spark was definitely still there you both could feel it, lingering in the air.

The night was smooth, after a couple of beers you felt a bit light headed but nothing major, he obviously teased you about being already drunk and you denied.

The beer tasted like memories in her mouth, it went down smoothly and it left a familiar taste on her tongue each sip.

He asked you all about your gap-year friends and how are they now, you told him about Armin and Annie that ended up engaged and what all of the others are up to now, working and studying abroad in different places.

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The conversation went on and it felt like hours passed in mere seconds.

The night eventually came to an end, the cold of the night hit her face making her suddenly sober up.

A shiver down your spine, even after the year you passed here you still can’t remember how strong and cold the wind can feel at night, “if we go for a ride you can put on the jacket” his hand resting at the base of your spine guiding you towards the bike, you felt a bit hesitant “I can bring you to your hotel, really no pressure” his eyes piercing yours “I really don’t want to let you take the bus this late”.

Only now she noticed a detail, he was wearing black pencil in his waterline, he had always been this edgy kid, he likes metal music, rides a motorcycle and who knows what else. The pencil really made his eyes greener even if she thought that it couldn’t be possible.

“yeah ok only because you insist” finally you gave in, at the end of the day you would have been able to go back to the hotel faster.

He gave her a spare helmet and his jacket, she suddenly felt warmer and safer, a smile lingering on her mouth.

“I won’t go too fast” you looked at him with a face that had “really?” written all over it, then the helmet was on your head “pinky promise” he flashed you with a smile, “after you, princess” a small gesture towards the seat of the bike, you climbed with a bit of difficulties but managed to get on top without making a fool of yourself at his eyes.

The ride was peaceful, he warned her that clinging to his waist would have been the safest option but it felt too personal so her hands were on his shoulders.

A sudden abrupt stop makes you nearly fall but his hands were already on your bare tights, “told you” she swore she could feel him grinning under his black helmet, your hands travelled down to his waist and during the ride he toyed with your fingers making you forget that Dublin isn’t that big after all and that the ride was near to the end.

He helped her climb down the bike to prevent her skirt from rising too much.

“and that will be 20 euros miss” he teased you while removing your helmet, a soft chuckle came out of you.

“I had a great night really” you suddenly felt sad, like a small part of your younger self was inside of him and you were just leaving it behind “before ending it I wanted to ask you something” she got his full attention with just this sentence alone.

“it is just something Armin said to me after the gap-year nothing much really” you tried your best to play it off as something lighthearted even if inside you knew how much this response would affect you “did you really had a crush on me? It just seemed surreal at the time and we never had the-” she started ranting to fill up the embarrassing silence that fell between them until he spoke.

“I still do” his eyes were on you checking every single movement, your cheeks pink and then immediately red.

“you what” you felt startled by his blunt response unable to understand why and how it was possible.

“I like you” his hands still holding your helmet firmly, the way he said it brought her back to her high school years, that weird tension you feel in your belly when you declare your love to your long lasting crush, that uncertainty that floods your brain right before the response bracing yourself for an inevitable heartbreak.

She could sympathize with him in this moment because she knew the feeling he was experiencing; she knew them really well.

His eyes glued on the floor like the response he was looking for could have been written on the sidewalk.

“wanna come up?” this was definitely the beer talking, you thought, but fuck it really, he is good looking and if his feeling for you lingered this much it must mean something.

You stop to push the button of the lift and your hands brush one against the other, a faint smile on his lips, you interlock your pinky with his and look up him.

The light of the lobby was faint because of the time, 1a.m., you felt just like a teenager sneaking out for the first time.

The elevator dings and the doors open slowly.

As soon as the doors close, you’re both one on the other.

The kiss doesn’t even have the time to start softly because of the heat you both feel deep inside, he feels like a fool for not letting her know before about his crush, he wasted all of this time for fear of rejection.

Her hands on his chest, she was throwing herself on him, she wanted this, she needed this.

Just as her lips part to let him in the lift dings again, they arrived at her floor.

They both recollect themselves like nothing happened, she peeks out of the lift to see if someone might have seen them but no one is around, swiftly they shuffle to her room. In front of the door she quickly whips out her card, another sound followed by a red light, she tries again but it declines “fuck me” you mutter under your breath, he comes closer to your neck placing small kisses along the length of it, his hand around yours slowly passing the card through the door, “you have to do it slowly see?” another small kiss “no need to rush it”, finally the door opens.

You close the door and take his hand guiding him towards the bed.

The room was definitely smaller than you expected when you first checked in but it would have been ok for just one night, the bed was big and soft, soft pillows of different colors gave the room a cozier vibe than the usual boring white-sheet bed.

It felt surreal to have him sat on the bed, admiring you while you awkwardly tried to give him a show, his words from earlier echoing in your head “no need to rush it”, you both wanted to enjoy this knowing that an opportunity like this could never happen again.

After getting out of you shoes and skirt you started removing your shirt, “keep it on” he whispers while man spreading on the bed, enjoying the little show, you start walking towards him not breaking the eye contact “like the shirt?” you slowly crawl on his lap, your ass near his erection, that was definitely noticeable even through his jeans, straddling him.

“I like you with this shirt” a small grin and again your lips were one against the other, your ass keeps rocking back and forth while you feel his erection growing bigger, he whimpers between the kisses unable to contain “fuck” his hands sliding slowly up your shirt “I’ve waited so long” his fingers were just right below your breast before he looked at you for some sort of consent to go on “touch them already” your breath is starting to get heavier with each stroke, his hands were busy exploring your body, his thumbs gradually start forming circles on your nipples and you’re unable to hold back a whimper.

It had been some time since someone touched you this way, you could feel the eagerness in every single touch, he was hungry for you but wanted to savor each bite carefully.

His head is under your shirt and his mouth is latched on your breast, his tongue toying with your nipple flicking it until it becomes hard making you flinch each time he comes near it, a small bite makes you moan loudly, your hands on your mouth “someone likes this a lot” his head peeks from your shirt making you blush so slightly.

She looked so cute, that what he was thinking the whole time, he was unable to comprehend how no one still got their hands on her, she felt so perfect in his arms, soft and weightless.

He could cum only from this, her ass felt perfect grinding on his hard erection, he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible but this felt unbearable.

Suddenly, like she weighted nothing, he moved her from his lap placing her on the bed, she got up on her elbows looking at him.

His head between your tights looking at you like the most beautiful thing he ever touched, his hand caressed you under your shirt, down your stomach stopping just on the hem of your panties, half a finger under the elastic running around the edge.

You squirm under his touch and you place one of your hands on his to guide him to your sensitive spot to just satisfy your needs, “I know where it is, princess” a small peck on your inner tight “I’m taking my time” you suddenly felt embarrassed but the feeling of eagerness was definitely stronger.

His mouth was tracing small kisses all around your legs, looking at all of your moles even the most little one just near your panties.

Finally, a small kiss lands on your sensitive cunt, your panties by now soaked left a bit of your wetness on his lips making them glisten, a small grin appears as he licks his lips.

“someone got really wet from just a few kisses” he was suddenly near you again, his mouth on your ear “right, princess?” you shudder as he places a kiss on your neck.

His hand at last touches your wet cunt, his middle finger plays with your clit making you move your hips to create even more friction, “you want a finger in?” his words a filthy whisper in your ear, you nod eagerly “I need to hear it” his tone firmer “yes” that’s all you could say, your voice came out strained.

A finger slips inside you and it fills you up immediately making you jolt at first, “ups two slipped in” he chuckles, he is having fun toying with you, soon your cunt gets used to the width of his fingers making the feeling full with pleasure, you could come just from this and he knows it.

“do you wanna come?” his kisses slowly work their way towards your stomach, only a small whimper comes out of you while you move your hips at his pace making his fingers go in and out of you, precipitously his mouth latches to your clit, his tongue swirls between your wet folds and your vison goes blurry.

His fingers are rough and he eats you out sloppily like this is the last meal he will consume in his entire life, his lips are plump and livid, your wetness all over his face, you try your best to not squeeze his head between your tights when you feel close, “I’m coming” your voice is high pitched and after this phrase his hands grip your legs bringing them closer to his head.

You cum violently, the pleasure arrives in waves but he doesn’t stop until you grip his hair removing his head from between your legs “I’m too sensitive please” you cry out as he licks your cum from off his fingers.

You look at him unable to catch your breath “you taste too good sorry” a small laugh comes out of you “you don’t look sorry” he smiles, a small kiss on your lips.

Your eyes curiously look for his groin trying to get a glimpse of his erection, your hands start to unbutton his jeans and he already groans in pleasure on top of you.

He is unable to stay on top so he lays down, you get on top of him as your hands free his erection from his boxers.

The tip is already covered in precum so you simply start by licking it off, the sounds he makes feel like he is getting already the best head he has ever had “it’s really sensitive” another small groan “plus you look so beautiful” his hand cup your cheek tracing the bulge of his cock, you innocently look up to him while licking up all along his length and he is unable to control.

“stop this I want to come inside of you” his hand on your forehead stopping you from licking his shaft again.

So you get up again and get ready to ride him, your cunt is still dripping wet from before, you sit up to let his cock ease into you, he suddenly feels bigger and just from the tip alone you already feel overwhelmed, his hands placed at your waist slowly caressing you “take your time” his words immediately comfort her and she guides his hand to her core, slowly with his thumb he draws circles on her clit making her able to take all of his length inside of her.

Your eyes are closed and your head is slightly rolled back while he moves your hips by your waist, both of you have no rush to end this.

When you got used to the feeling you started to thrust more violently his cock in and out of you, with each thrust you could feel his orgasm growing, the eagerness in his eyes, the grip he had on you becoming more and more strong.

“you were so innocent back then what happened huh?”

His words feel like honey in your mouth, just from this shivers go down your spine making you twitch around his cock, “fuck, you liked that?” your body was unable to respond verbally to his words and you didn’t want to contain anymore, slowly you lower your upper body until your head rests on his chest, your hips still unable to stop “such a little slut right?” he touches your chin making you tilt your head towards him, you share a deep kiss while he takes control of the rhythm making you bounce on his shaft while he fulfilled his orgasm.

You could feel you were close too and inevitably you start twitching around his length forcing the orgasm out of him.

He gets up bracing you while he fucks you faster “fuck, I’m coming” he groans “I’m fucking coming” his mouth near your ear and his hot breath on your neck drive you crazy.

You feel the warm load inside of you while he holds you tighter like he is afraid you could shatter in his arms.

You feel his breath heavy and you bury your head in his neck, when he is calmed down he takes you to the bathroom and helps you clean.

After you both finished cleaning up it was really late so you both cuddled up under the blanket.

His breathing and the sound of his heart felt like a lullaby to her, falling asleep had never been that easy.

When morning arrived she tried to get up as quietly as she could, her flight was in the late morning she had to be quick and get out soon.

Just before heading out she gives a last small glimpse at him peacefully sleeping in her bed, a note on her side of the bed.

“don’t be a stranger”

The door closes behind her.