#just a peaceful lil guy watching the stars

[hoshidensha]

Looptober / Melotober Day 8: Spirit + Ghost

*3 AM from your Animal Crossing of choice playing in the background*

[cxffecoupx]

what 2 am with them looks like

seventeen × gn reader comfort, healing (kinda, idk) warnings: mentions of making love, food wc: 1.3k author's notes: this was a random thought, and has been in my drafts for so long, so i decided i had to complete it. writing this gave me a peace i didn't know existed, so i love this work very much. i hope you guys love it too <3

➼ choi seungcheol

in bed. he's probably fucking you into the next week, making you cum at least 5 times before he kisses you gently and washes you up and prepares to sleep. if not this, then you're probably on your side of the bed. the other side of the bed remains empty, because your cuddly clingy boyfriend is wrapped around you, strong arms trapping your movements and legs tangled together.

➼ yoon jeonghan

dumb conversations. lying in bed, your head resting on his arm, your arm wrapped around his torso that shakes with the laughter. it's probably one of your lame jokes that only he finds funny, or one of his hilarious stories about seungkwan and chan, but it's got you both clutching your stomachs after a while. he pulls you close with his arm that's under your head and presses a light kiss to your forehead before finding another interesting topic. when do you sleep that night, that's a question you both have no answer for.

➼ hong jisoo

deep conversations. you're both sitting in your bedroom, hugging pillows as you slip into deep conversations about the universe and your future. you aren't sure how you got here, you were in your bed to sleep one moment and in the next, you're both sitting as you talk about your wedding and your house and the stars and the moon and his mom and his job; the conversation flows easily into the next topic. he only stops when he sees you suppress a yawn for the 3rd time before kissing you and suggesting you both go to sleep.

➼ moon junhui

watching cat videos. it all started a few hours ago, with you and jun on either side of the bed, scrolling through phones. you roll over to him, perfectly landing your head on his chest as you show him your screen. "look junie," you said as you shoved the phone into his face. he chuckles before holding your hand and focusing on the video of an orange cat tripping over it's own feet. he laughs watching it, and it ends up in you lying on his chest as you both watched every single cat video available on the earth. your laughs filled the room and tears filled your eyes, but it felt so good, spending time doing silly things like this.

➼ kwon soonyoung

passive watching soap operas. its the time of calm and quiet after the rush of the day, so when you turn on the tv after dinner, you stay like that until late hours. except the focus has moved from the drama on the tv to drama from work. from sitting at the ends of the couch, you end up tangled somehow - his head resting on your lap or him sitting on the floor, hands held with yours. the tv drones on at a low volume, but by then you've both shared all the tea from your work and are giggling over the littlest of things. in the morning, you're both probably on the floor, one of the cushions as a pillow and keeping warm by hugging each other.

➼ jeon wonwoo

playing games. after much practice and pain, you'd finally gotten better at the games wonwoo often played. most nights you'd be a team going against your other friends, but sometimes you prefer to play against him. and when that happens, it ends in either of the two ways: you're winning and start shaking your hips, or he's winning and decides to deliberately lose to help you win. either way, he wants to see your happy lil dance.

➼ lee jihoon

in his studio. jihoon's seated in his studio, working on a new track. when you arrive, he immediately pulls you to him, making you sit on his lap as he hands you his headphones. you look at him, confused, but wear them anyway and listen as he plays the track he was just working on. as you fall deeper into the melody of the song, he grips your hips in anticipation. it was a song to you, from him, containing the most heartfelt emotions he'd felt for you, but couldn't communicate properly. so he decided to put them into a song, a language he speaks so well and one that you understand.

➼ lee seokmin

having breakfast cereal. you'd gone through great lengths to find and buy the brand of cereal you both highly enjoyed. so now that you have it, why wait for the morning? when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, anxious and groggy about your reaction, he'd worried you'd judge him. but maybe it's the sleepiness hanging in his mind that he forgot you both basically share the same braincell. so the next minute you're stumbling into the kitchen, looking for bowls and cartons and giggling over spilling milk and noisy spoons. by the time you're done, your stomach's filled with food and heart's filled with love.

➼ kim mingyu

moments of soft intimacy. the evening goes by peacefully: you both come home, tired and exhausted; have a silent dinner mingyu lovingly prepared and talk about work; after some leftover work you both head to bed. but slowly, the stroke on the cheek becomes kissing, drawing shapes on your back as you kiss and nip at the base of his neck. mingyu's vulnerable now, only with you, but neither of you are in a rush to haste. his hands cup over your ass and thighs; your hands are braided in his hair. his palms knead the flesh of your breasts; your fingers gently brush across his chest and abs. whether or not you make love comes later, but you sleep peacefully in each other's embrace.

➼ xu minghao

sky-watching. when you poke him awake, he's definitely concerned, but the first thought that pops to his head when you say you cant sleep is to go sit in the balcony. so now, at 2 am, you're in the balcony, a cup of warm tea in your hands and xu minghao at your side. its silent, but its a comfortable silence that wraps around you like a blanket, and warmed up by the tea he specially made for you. and although for others, the silence might seem awkward, minghao knows that this is exactly what you need to escape from the thoughts racing around in your mind.

➼ boo seungkwan

late night walks. seungkwan's energy peaks after he comes home and sees you, so walks to tire you both out becomes a staple in the routine. youre walking the streets in matching hoodies (that's because you take one of his) and even in the cold, he makes it a habit to hold your hand in his. you wander through new streets every night, discovering new neighbourhoods, having a quick snack from the convenience store, and usually stumble over a park or play area. you can feel seungkwan's eyes light up and the next thing you know, youre on the swings, side-by-side. with the little squeeze of your hand, he lets you know he's ready to go back.

➼ chwe hansol

watching a movie. to hansol, any logical being would be asleep at this hour. (un)fortunately for him, you weren't as logical as he thought. but maybe he enjoys it because why else would he allow you to keep him awake at this ungodly hour, watching 'Tangled' for the twentieth time now? all frowns erase the moment he sees pascal on the screen, and a smile places itself. he becomes so engrossed in the movie he doesn't even notice that you'd fallen asleep about halfway through the movie. when he does notice tho, he silently closes the laptop and places it away, before slipping back into the bed to get his precious sleep.

➼ lee chan

listening to him talk. chan loves to talk, and you love to listen to him talk. while mostly by this time you're both dead asleep, sometimes you end up in the balcony, the wind playfully ruffling his hair as he goes on and on about something he's so so passionate about. it could be the most trivial things, but the way his eyes go wide as he's expressing his emotions and the way they catch the moonlight in them like little stars. you're gonna be pretty tired the next morning, but when chan's with you, you couldn't care less.

[starminzoo]

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╰─▗ ▘➤𖥸 cowboy!yunho

꒰ risa's note ꒱ ever since these pics dropped... i haven't been the same 😭 the urge to write cowboy!yunho was eating me up but I only know yee-haw 😭 and nothing else man welp hope you all like wtv this is + this is poorly written guys.

warnings: cursing, choking, humping, bitting, marking, boob sucking, lil perv behavior, fingering, dirty talk, creampie, yunho as a cowboy.

cowboy!yunho who lives in the town, but was here to help your grandparents out like a good kid he claims to be :D

cowboy!yunho who left you speechless by his sweet smile and polite manners at first.

cowboy!yunho who is adored more by your grandparents than you are :)

cowboy!yunho who picks at you for making little mistakes here and there

cowboy!yunho who lovesss to tease you just to see the cute annoyed pout on your lips

cowboy!yunho who once made you run a mile as he left the animals run around freely 😭

cowboy!yunho who wakes you up with the rooster singing above your head (yeh the rooster pecked your forehead leaving behind an ugly bruise)

cowboy!yunho who follows you like a sad puppy when you give him silent treatment after his pranks

cowboy!yunho who you swore to hate all your life but that damn smile of his and that damn muscles of his and his damn height

cowboy!yunho who teases you regarding your height 🧍🏻‍♀️

cowboy!yunho who starts to work shirtless because of heat (god bless his parents)

cowboy!yunho who was actually nice if he wasn't speaking with his ass.

cowboy!yunho with whom you accidentally got drunk and ended up falling asleep on the table.

cowboy!yunho who helped you get to bed but you dragged him down with you and guys fell asleep with him sleeping besides you.

cowboy!yunho who was awoken rudely by you kicking him down your bed in the morning.

cowboy!yunho who makes you pay for kicking him in the morning by tying your boot lace together when you are busy so you end up falling face first into the mud (mud mask 😻)

cowboy!yunho on whom you took revenge by hiding his farming tools in pigpen.

cowboy!yunho who always gave you princess treatment.

cowboy!yunho who never allowed you to pick up heavy things or work alone.

cowboy!yunho who calls you petal because you wear lots of summer dresses with flowers on them.

cowboy!yunho who brings flowers for you on his way back from the market.

cowboy!yunho who planted your favorite flowers and fruits without you knowing.

cowboy!yunho who started to notice that you became less hostile with him when you started making his favorite foods.

cowboy!yunho who was about to confess his love for you when you made him his favorite pie.

cowboy!yunho whose small gestures you always appreciated such as putting his jacket around your waist whenever you climbed up the horse, picking you up easily as you weighed nothing to place you on mud free space, always tagging along with you to the market to keep the creeps off.

cowboy!yunho whose favorite sound was of your laughter.

cowboy!yunho who always made you feel happy and at peace whether you guys were cooking together, watching the sunset together or even star gazing, you guys were at peace.

cowboy!yunho who drags you out late at night in the fields just so you can run and giggle at fireflies and he can just stare at you with love pouring out of his eyes.

cowboy!yunho who fell in love first and harder.

cowboy!yunho who asked you out under a starry night and when you said 'yes' he placed a crown made out of your favorite flowers (those that he grew himself)

cowboy!yunho who loves to back hug you when you both are riding 'his' horse yes he owns one named thunder :)

cowboy!yunho who gets all pouty and whiny when you pay more attention to thunder than him.

cowboy!yunho who loves back hugging you when guys cook together.

cowboy!yunho who asks for pecks after every chore he completes.

cowboy!yunho who also loves messy make outs with you like we are talking about saliva, teeth and all.

cowboy!yunho who loves taking sneak peeks at your ass whenever you wear short summer dresses.

cowboy!yunho who loves the way your panties stick to your core all cute and cozy (????).

cowboy!yunho who also loves your dresses for another reason, easy access to pussy whenever he wants.

cowboy!yunho who just puts his fingers inside whenever you are around him, skillfully drawing you closer to your high, "ahh ahh yunhoo~ am cumming hah".

cowboy!yunho who loves you with his whole heart but your thigh are his drugs.

cowboy!yunho who treats your thighs as his stress pillows biting, sucking and smacking them but he also loves to relieve his stress by spending hours between your thighs.

cowboy!yunho who loves your pretty pink pussy, always wet and warm for him, "ahh yuyu, fuck fuck fuck 's good 's good".

cowboy!yunho who eats you out like his last meal every.damn.time.

cowboy!yunho who loves to creampie you, the sight of your creamy cunt covered with both of your juices is his obsession.

cowboy!yunho who loves littering your neck,chest and thighs and even your ass with love bites, "mine, mine, mine".

cowboy!yunho who knows it drives you crazy that when he fucks you wearing his cowboy hat.

cowboy!yunho who goes crazy when you hump his leather clad thigh, he holds your waist guiding you as you shiver from the intensity of your high.

cowboy!yunho who chokes on his leather clad fingers, "good girl just like that".

cowboy!yunho who heard you singing the lyrics "save a horse and ride a cowboy" he made sure you did that.

cowboy!yunho who was on the verge of passing out when you kept riding the life out of his dick, "fuckkk petal 's good mhmmm".

cowboy!yunho who loves cock warning with you after a tired day in fields.

cowboy!yunho who loves to bury his face in your chest, always melting away in your boobs.

cowboy!yunho who loves to suck on your nipples like a child, "*pop" so good baby hmmm*.

cowboy!yunho whose kind goes hazy when you give him "worlds best head's", "mhmm yes just like that petal deep and warm mhmmm fuck".

cowboy!yunho whose favorite sex position is doggystyle or reverse cowgirl.

cowboy!yunho who loves breeding your needy cunt, "fuck look at this pussy taking me so well holy fuck yes yes".

cowboy!yunho who loves to fuck you in the fields at night under the starry sky, "yuyu someone is gonna seeeee fuckk ahhh" "let them petal, let them see how good I fuck you".

cowboy!yunho who loves staring at his scratched up back in the mirror, proudly smiling as it's the way you mark him as yours.

cowboy!yunho who loves when you wear his clothes be it his vests or just his hats, he loves fucking you in them.

THIS IS SHITTT CAN U BELIEVE IT WAS SITTING IN MY DRAFTS SINCE HE POSTED THOSE PICS, i wouldn't be even mad if this flops like yeh :) I am sorry guys, for any mistakes as this is not proof read

[pocketjoong]

Carnival

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS): You accidentally run into Yunho at the carnival!

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING): Prince!Yunho x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): fluff. royalty au. sfw.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS): just fluff. yunho is whipped for you in the end.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT): 560-ish

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (A/N): HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE @justhere4kpop!! I hope the day ahead is as happy as the teezers made you the past couple of days!! I love you so much and I hope you enjoy reading this lil gift!!

It is late in the evening when you find yourself separated from your friends at the carnival that is being held in celebration of the Solair Kingdom winning the war. People all around are having fun, chatting, eating, playing with firecrackers, playing games, watching magic shows and buying things from the stalls. You spot people making wishes by the side of the lake by tying them to red lanterns; you walk over and buy one for yourself. You write down a wish, closing your eyes before setting the lantern free.

‘I hope this peace can last.’

Your gaze follows the lantern as it floats up in the sky and letting out a deep breath, turn around, only to be met with a strong and sturdy chest. You would have fallen if not for the strong arm around your waist that steadies you. 

A gasp leaves your lips, and you scramble to step away, “I am so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going…” You trail off, eyes widening, when you look up only to see the crown prince of Solair. He’s dressed in a white tunic and dark pants, but it doesn’t dampen even a bit of his beauty and regality.

“Are you alright?” he asks in a smooth tone. 

He has a soft voice, and you find yourself mesmerised, but you manage to nod at him. “Thank you for catching me. You saved me from an impromptu swim, Your Highness.”

The male chuckles, his grip steady as he helps you regain your balance. “Shh! You mustn’t call me that here. I’m trying not to get caught by my guards.”

“Who would’ve thought the hero of the war would sneak out to enjoy the carnival,” you can’t help but laugh.

“Well, considering I played a part in our victory, I think it’s only fair that I’m allowed to enjoy the celebrations without having eyes on me, don’t you think so?”

You’re about to answer him when you spot a couple of soldiers nearby, so you grab Yunho’s wrist and lead him through the bustling streets.

“Would you like me to show you the best sights and sounds of this carnival?” You ask hesitantly when you manage to escape without alerting the guards.

“Yes, please,” he smiles widely. “I’d love that!”

The two of you wander through the carnival, taking in the performances of acrobats and musicians. You have a blast sampling the delicacies from various food stalls, laughing as you feed each other morsels of sweet pastries and savoury treats. At one point, you found yourselves at a game booth where you competed in a friendly dart-throwing contest, with you eventually winning a stuffed bear, which you present to Yunho.

“This lil’ guy looks like you, doesn’t he?” You ask, eyes twinkling with mischief as you hold up the plushie next to his face. “I think it’s the bright-eyed smile.”

“If you’re done comparing me to a stuffed animal, we still have one more place to go.”

He guides you to a quiet spot atop a small hill, offering a panoramic view of the carnival. The sight is breathtaking, the lights twinkling like stars against the backdrop of the night sky.

“Wow,” you breathe, eyes wide with wonder.

“It’ll get better in a minute.”

Just as he says that, a boom sounds in the distance, followed by multiple others as colourful fireworks paint the sky. 

You can’t help but gasp as the sky lights up in different colours, “This is incredible.”

Yunho nods, his gaze fixed on you. “Yes, it is,” he agrees softly, though his eyes never leave your face.

[gayteez-wtr]

Night Watch | J.WY

Wooyoung is an obsessive stalker photographer and you are his subject.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N:: I just rly like the idea of Woo being obsessed and stalkery with his camera. Also avoided the use of Y/N throughout.

✨️DISCLAIMER! This does not reflect him irl or his personality or hobbies, its a silly fun made up piece of fiction)

Warnings: Yandere Wooyoung, Y/N gets hurts (not by Wooyoung), soft(?) dom Wooyoung, Y/N is a lil insecure, Wooyoung taking naked photos, cum sharing(if you squint), bruising, petnames. Let me know if i missed anything warning worthy.

You liked the idea of a late shift job because it meant that you always had time to do what you wanted to do in the day and then go to work, and let’s face it, you always ran off of very little sleep anyway so why did it matter if you finished at twelve AM. 

There’s something immensely beautiful about your town at night time too, the walk home was short, only 5 minutes in a hurry, but you always found yourself meandering and taking in the way the moonlight hit the trees or roofs around you. Even when it was raining, walking home was your peace. 

After a couple months at your new job you started noticing you sometimes saw the same person around. He was usually always in the same spot as you went by and held a seemingly very expensive camera, only seeing his back usually, you occasionally saw his digital screen and could see the stars and sometimes the moon zoomed in so far and so incredibly clear, it was gorgeous and you often found yourself hoping you’d see the view through his lens as you went by so you could see what he saw and not only what your dumb naked eyes could pick up. You wanted to ask why he was always around, what he was doing this for, anything but you brushed it off, 'he probably works close and finishes late too, I like the night, other people do too.' you told yourself. But, as time went on you realised that even when you took a little longer at work and finished late you still noticed him around. 

You’d never had the gall to look back after walking by to check which way he was going but one day, just after you’d seen some planet through his display as you walked by, a car sped down the road honking loudly and causing you to turn to see what was happening. It was just some teens fucking around, shouting loudly along to music into the dead quiet of the neighbourhood. What was more interesting to you though was that the camera guy was still near you, it had been about a minute since you walked by him and you’d always assumed he went some other way. You looked at him, his camera hanging around his neck, hands by his side and finally saw his face for the first time.

He was threateningly gorgeous, tanned skin, a lip ring around his perfectly plump lips, his jaw was sculpted in a way that would have made even Michaelangelo gasp, his beauty fit in absolutely with the charm of twilight you'd grown to love so much. You’d never took much notice of his clothes either (probably due to the fact he wore all black mostly), or even the back of his head. But, his black loose fitting clothes spoke to you. He was stylish and seemed cool. His hair was jet black and long, just past his jaw, fluffy and voluminous. In the one second you spent looking at him, you realised he belonged to the night, and suddenly it hit you that this was the reason he was always out here. How wrong you were… 

The next couple of weeks, you couldn’t get the image of his face out of your head. The only illumination you’d had was the dim streetlights. At work, your brain interrupted you constantly with thoughts along the lines of 'Imagine what he’d look like in a well lit setting' which made your stomach start twisting in on itself in nervousness. It was true that you had a thing for him, but it was never in your nature to approach people first, especially someone who was as beautiful as a literal god. You did however start putting in more effort to your appearance, not that it mattered much by the time you finished work, nine hours of carrying out your duties really didn’t help with keeping your makeup perfect by the time you took that tiny walk by him. 

You had been sure to be slower now, though, a couple of times stopping slightly behind him to make it obvious you were looking into his camera screen. Since the car incident, you made sure to turn around now and then, tilting your head up at the sky and following the stars around to look behind you and low and behold, he was always near. 'It’s just a coincidence. He just lives around here.' You wouldn’t know any different, you didn’t know anyone locally, hangouts with friends were near their places or in the closest big city. You didn’t spend much time out in the day, so obviously, you wouldn’t have seen him anywhere else. 

You’d had a particularly stressful shift and ended up finishing just over an hour later, a little bummed that you’d probably had missed your mystery camera guy and wouldn’t be able to marvel at him. You put your headphones on and blasted your newest obsession into your head to drain away stress on your walk. You were in the zone when all of a sudden a guy with his hood up ran out of a house leaving the door open with armfuls of stuff and ran right into you, knocking you right on your ass and sending your headphones into the road. As soon as your ears were unobstructed you heard the ringing of a house alarm and his footsteps running away, you looked down at yourself to asses the situation you were in and brought your hands up, turning your palms up, they were stinging like crazy and grazed all over with one bleeding pretty profusely from a little wound on the heel of it. Before you could even think about what you were looking at you felt hands lay onto both of your shoulders behind and let out a yelp. 

“Are you okay?!” a panicked voice behind you screeched, your head whips around so fast your vision distorts, you blink a few times and as your vision begins to clear the first thing you see is the glint of the metal of the camera guy's lip ring.

His face was full of panic, frantically searching your face for answers since you hadn't responded. “Answer me! Are you okay?!” he emphasises more the importance of your answer. 

You hold your hands up to him and begin to cry, so much has just happened but right now the only thing you can feel is upset and embarrassment because it's him seeing you like this. 

“Can you get up? Can you walk?” he asks calmly, rubbing your shoulders comfortingly. You nod and stand up, brushing the debris from your clothes. 

He scans the area making sure that there's no one else around to hurt you visibly angry as his eyes darted around, “those stupid fucking dirtbags.” 

He turned back to you, and the moment his eyes met yours, his expression softened. It's hard to read, a mix of kindness and intrigue, but a twinkle of something bad in his chocolate brown eyes. You brush it off as the residual anger. You sniffle a little, wiping the tear streaks from your face and smile softly, “I'm okay, really.” 

His face drops “You just got hurt by some scumbag and it's one AM. You're shaking,” you hadn't realised until he mentioned it. “Would it be okay if I walk you home, I'd feel better knowing you're safe. 

It was then that you spotted his camera hanging just below his chest, flipped backwards, the screen still lit and the photo showing appeared to be you, your eyebrows automatically tug into each other as you looked at it harder, confused.

He looks at your expression and follows your line of sight to the camera on his body, realising what you're looking at he sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes widen in panic. “I swear it’s not what you think! I-it was an accident! I didn't mean to take it!” he defends himself.

“If it's not, explain to me what it really is on the walk.” Regardless, you take him up on his offer to walk you home, yes he's a stranger, but you can't help but feel a sense of familiarity with him and right now you need something like that. You don't feel safe and are just grateful that someone was around to help you. 

Together you walk in step towards your place in an awkward silence for a minute before you turn to him and ask “Why did you really have that photo?” 

“For real, I didn't mean to take it, I did it when I heard the door to that house fly open. It scared me…” 

“Oh, okay, that's understandable.” It tracks. The photo didn’t seem perfect, so maybe it was accidental. “Why are you out so late?” 

“What is this, 21 questions?” A smirk wipes over his smooth lips, and he chuckles a little high pitched. “I could ask you the same.”

“Well I had to stay at work late tonight, but aren't you usually around your spot when I finish work at my normal time? You always leave in this direction after me. I just wondered why you were out later than usual tonight…” 

It was at this point that he realised he hadn't been as inconspicuous as he thought. “Oh, I got held up before coming out tonight,” he lies. 

“Curious…” you jest.

“How so?” he asks.

You take a breath and fix your thoughts, “You're always around about the same time, and it just so happens that tonight I'm late and so are you.” 

He grins at a joke he made to himself before letting you in on it, “Oh, I'm so sorry I've been late tonight, darling.” His stomach drops when he realises you've reached your home, and his eyes flick up to your bedroom window, not that you'd notice, you've always been oblivious. 

You giggle at him and almost continue walking past your place until you realise where you are and stop, “Well, you made sure I got home safely. I should be thanking you for being where you were when I needed someone…” Your head swims with thoughts that you may not get another opportunity like this to shoot your shot, but you don't know how to ask. Looking at his camera again, you finally find an excuse. “I really would love to see your photos. Do you think you could come in and show me for a bit? I won't keep you long, I-” 

“Yes, of course.” He has you right where he wants you, and as you turn to your door to unlock it, a smirk spreads across his face, and he can't help his tongue poking out into his sly grin. 

You'd never had anyone over this late at night before, and you knew it was probably a dumb idea, but in your defence, he didn't *feel* like a stranger. You offer him a glass of water and take a seat with him on the couch. He's been tinkering with his camera since you walked in, and when you sit down, he takes the strap from his neck and hands the heavy bodied camera over to you. 

Flicking through the photos, you see all sorts of striking nighttime scenes, mainly of the sky, but there were a good amount of the street and a few featured foxes. You always loved foxes. 

He watched on, taking in your small changes in expression as you looked at the images. It was so slight, but he saw the wonder in your eyes. Until your thumb slipped on the control buttons and suddenly you were looking at yourself through your bedroom window, he saw your face twist in confusion and almost terror whilst his own stomach twisted in fear, he'd been caught. 

“What the fuck..? Am I seeing this? Is this me?!” You spit out. 

“it's not what it looks like!” he tries to speak calmly, thinking of an excuse, alarms blaring in his mind. 

“HOW? It looks like you've been stalking me!” It's so clear to you that this is it, but you can't deny in your mind it's comforting somehow. I mean, what you've been doing could also be considered stalking… When you think of it like that, maybe it's not so bad. Either way, you feel like a boundary has been crossed. A hot wet patch forms in your underwear, sticking your panties to your lips. ‘I suppose that part of me likes this, for fucks sake’ you think to yourself. He can't know. 

Stutters and stammers and noises are just falling from his mouth at this point, he's fucked it, the best chance he's had to get anywhere with you he's fucked up. Suddenly his brain stops and he realises, if he's already fucked it then things can't get worse, right? He looks you dead in the eye and brings his hand up to hold your chin, bringing his face closer to you. Your breathing was erratic and warm against his cheeks. “Stop.” he speaks in a deeper tone, ordering you. 

Pursing your lips to stop any noise, a small whine still manages to escape in your throat, albeit muffled from the barrier you've formed with your lips. 

Until he adjusts his hand and squeezes your cheeks forcing open your puffy lips, “okay…” he speaks lowly “you've caught me, it is what is looks like,” he leans in and slowly runs his wet tongue up your chin and across your bottom lip, “I'm obsessed with you, darling.” Not pulling away from you, whispering right into your mouth.

Your breathing deepens and slows a little, as he does so, and with his mouth so close, all you want to do is glue your lips to his. The pool in your panties growing by the second and the ache in your pussy becoming very strong, very quickly, your hips shift a little and he does not miss it.

“Oh my god, you like this, don't you?” he perks up and swings himself into position above you on the couch, one knee on the one side of you, but as he was about to place the other on the other side he instead situated it in-between yours, flush against your pussy. 

The friction from that alone was delicious. You bucked your hips a little against his knee and whined harder, his strong fingers still squeezing your face. You looked up at him pleadingly. 

He crashed his lips onto yours, letting go of your face in favour of raking his fingers through your hair and holding your roots between them, he kissed you with more emotion than you'd ever felt in a full fuck, let alone a kiss. Your hips grew more desperate against his strong thigh now. 

“You want more?” he growled into your open mouth, teeth against your swollen lips. You whine in response, but this only makes him stop “Yes or no? I need your words, darling”

“Yes!” You blurt out quickly, begging him to resume what he was doing, as his head lowers back down and his hair envelops you both, he presses his knee into your pussy with more force and you keen into him moaning loudly.

He groans at your reaction “Good girl, I can't tell you how long I've waited for this…” His tongue slides in and around your mouth. “I'm gonna have fun with you, darling, okay?” He let's you pleasure yourself on his thigh for a moment while he takes in the taste of every part of your mouth, but before you can get close he pulls away and picks you up under your shoulders. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and link your arms around his neck as he walks you both into your bedroom.

Of course, not needing any instruction as to where it is, he'd never let on that he's been in here before. You've seen enough of his actions up until this point to come to a bad enough conclusion about him. He's not about to fuck that up even more. 

He drops you on the bed and stands over your flushed form, legs open in front of him and looking up at him with more lust than he could've imagined painted on your face. “Wooyoung… my name's Wooyoung, I want to hear you say it.” 

Suprise lights up your eyes, “Wooyoung… Well I'm-”

He cuts you off “Let's not be silly. We both know I already know your name, darling” he smirks cheekily, that tongue poking out between his teeth again in mischief. He pushes you back onto the bed gently by your shoulders and starts removing your trousers and panties all in one slow swoop, revealing mottled bruising along the back of your thighs from your fall earlier. “Wait here,” he disappears from the room for a moment, returning with his camera, “May I?”

The thought of being knowingly photographed makes your mind wander with your insecurities, but looking at Wooyoung’s face as he admires your marked skin dissolves all of your worries. You nod confidently, and Wooyoung takes place on the floor below you, instructing you on how to position your legs whilst he takes his time getting shots. Eventually his cock was leaking and twitching, trapped in his jeans and making it hard to focus on the task at hand. He eventually finds it impossible to deal with watching you with your legs up and your glistening pussy on display for him only and suddenly puts his camera down. He dives forward into your pussy mouth first, lapping up the sweet tangy essence of you, he grunts loudly into your cunt sending vibrations through your core. 

At first you were startled by the abrupt change of pace, but soon found yourself catching up, his tongue was sliding so deliciously between your slit you couldn’t help but moan loudly, he responded to every noise escaping your pretty lips with a change of pace, a suck or moan himself. His tongue rolling over your clit was the only thing to keep you grounded, “Fuck! Wooyoung! Ah-!” Your hands rake through his hair and grasp at his roots in an attempt to ensure he doesn’t stop. He couldn’t stop anyway, not even if he wanted to, he needed you to cum, for him, because of him. He continued his ministrations perfectly, teasing your orgasm from within you, he added a single finger as first, flawlessly pressing into that spongy spot causing more noise to escape you, he loved how loud you were and he wanted to hear you scream. He quickly added another finger, thrusting them into you persistently as he played with your swollen clit on his tongue until he felt your legs lock around his head and your body tense and spasm, your pussy twitching on his tongue and as he quickly removed his fingers his mouth became flooded with the taste of you. The only sound in the room was heavy breathing and whining.

He climbed over you, hands placed either side of your head looking at you with a very accomplished look over his wet, glistening face. “You taste incredible doll” he spoke so softly and leant down “wanna taste?” he whispered. You parted your lips for your tongue to meet his and he kissed you sloppily, groaning into your mouth, his right hand reached down and parted your legs on either side of his hips. He fumbled with his zip blindly and pulled his throbbing cock out of his jeans and teasing the tip around your wet hole “You want it, darling?” he moaned into your mouth, begging the universe for you to say yes.

The feeling of his hard head rubbing across your pussy was making you ache inside, you needed to be filled and, at his request, you took the perfect opportunity to wrap your legs around his back and pull him into you hard. The way his cock filled you was quick and intense, maybe you should have gauged how big he was first, but it didn’t matter now. The stretch from how his thick cock was jammed into you was so insane, yet somehow made everything better. He pulled his head back to check how you were, but when he saw how blissed out you were, he started fucking, gently to enjoy every drag through your slick walls at first, the words and moans slipping from your mouth made it even more unbearable to keep from cumming. “I’m gonna cum if you carry on like that, babe.” he grunted and slapped a hand over your mouth, but muffling your voice only seemed to make it sexier somehow. He was reaching his peak and there was no turning back now. He continued his assault faster and stronger, wet skin slapping together, so erotic and loud. He was moaning now at every breath, “I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” your muffled whines were leaking out between his fingers until he pulled his hand away to let you speak. 

“Please! Wooyoung, please!” You almost screamed as you felt his hot cum pulse into you, filling you so deliciously. He whined and whimpered into the air as his whole body convulsed in pleasure and he emptied himself into you.

He collapsed onto the bed next to you to catch his breath and looked over at you, his eyes were sparkling. “I can’t put into words how much I’ve wanted this.” he smiles widely and brushes a thumb across your flushed cheek. 

You smiles into his hand and giggle a little, “I might be able to guess…” 

“Shhhh, let’s go get you cleaned up, It’s been a long day right?” he smirked. 

[bones4thecats]

أهلا please can you write a story about Poseidon and his wife the goddess of moon, he love her so much but she lost her memory and forgot it and now he is trying to help her remember him despite his pain. Sorry for my bad language

Type of Writing: Request Character: Poseidon Name: Poseidon with Moon Goddess! Reader that Loses Her Memory Requester: @75rrgyt34

A/N: أهلاً بك! I hope that was right, I use google when it comes to languages I don't know fluently😅. I hope you do enjoy this, lil bubbles🫧!

⚠️ Content Warning: Trauma, severe wounds, child loss, trauma, and war ⚠️

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🔱 You were the Greek Goddess of the Moon, and the daughter of the Titan Goddess of the Moon, Selene, whom created you from a speck of the moon's dust

🔱 Due to the Titanomachy, or, as many nowadays call it, the Titan War, you and Poseidon started off on bad terms, since he had witness the fight your mother participated in

🔱 When she was taken away and imprisoned, you just watched while floating next to the brothers as she smiled at you and blew a kiss of stars, which now were littered throughout your hair, symbolizing the everlasting love your mother has for you

🔱 Poseidon would watch as you floated over the ocean with a small smile as a dolphin would jump up to try playing or when a whale tried to splash you with some water from their blowhole or a swing of their tail

🔱 While many would view those actions as a symbol that the Greek God of the Sea disliked you, he had no control over the animals, they were merely the ones living in his domain

🔱 He had control of the waves and how the weather surrounding the sea made it react, and it always seemed to go from rough and rage-filled to calm and filled with delicacy whenever you were around

🔱 You and Poseidon bonded quite well, as you were very quiet and peaceful like your mother, but you also had a darker side, one similar to Poseidon's normal mood

🔱 It took a very long time, and by a very long time, I mean around maybe a few centuries, for you guys to start courting one another, and another thousand or so years for you guys to get married and start a life together

🔱 In the first few months of your relationship, you had gotten pregnant and Hera said you were destined to have a baby boy, which you and Poseidon decided on the name Πρωτότοκος, or Protótokos, which means firstborn in Greek

🔱 Poseidon and you were extremely excited for the new chapter you were about to begin, but it all came crashing down when the Gigantomachy broke out

🔱 You were resting at home when Poseidon attending an important meeting with his brothers, Ares, and Hermes, and once it ended, he went home to prepare for battle, and to get you to Hermes and into protection

🔱 But, when he arrived at the palace, he didn't see you awaiting him in the front of the throne room doors like usual, and with the war, he felt a bit uneasy

🔱 Following his instincts, he fled into your shared bedroom and found you on the ground with many wounds dressing your once clean figure

🔱 The worst ones would have to be the big bashing your head had taken and the large stab sounds on your stomach alongside bruises

🔱 He froze and went to check your pulse, which was thankfully still there, and when you were stabilized by the nurses and doctors he ordered in to help you, he headed off to battle with nothing but pure rage in his heart

🔱 They may be able to hurt him, but nobody will ever touch nonetheless try killing the ones he holds closest to him, especially his wife and unborn child

🔱 When the war ended and he returned to hear the news of what happened to you, he was met with the horrible news of losing the child due to trauma, and your memories may not even be there, also due to trauma

🔱 Poseidon tried distancing himself as you awoke and began healing, but he couldn't leave you alone, besides, Zeus and Hades kept dragging him, more so Hades then Zeus, since Poseidon would skewer him

🔱 Seeing you look confused at him hurt, you were supposed to look at him with love in your eyes, not this distant unknowing of him and what you two had made and lost

🔱 He made it his life goal to help you restore your memories, no matter the cost, you were his wife, he made a pledge to you long ago that he'd be with you throughout any challenge that plagued your lives, and this was going to be the hardest one he faces, he hopes...

[lixenn]

Crochet corner

It's time, my dear internet people! It's time for me to babble about one of my numerous hobbies. And as the title arleady suggests, it's creative in nature, involves copious amount of yarn and often robs my bank account at gunpoint.

Yes, it's crochet! My beloved! That one activity that I have neglected for the past... who knows how many months.

But! I'm back! And I'm here to share my projects and progress and just generally ramble about fiber arts.

I won't do this in any particular order. I will talk about current, past and future projects. I will most likely complain about my inability to count and read crochet patterns. If it's in my ability to do so I will also share the patterns and tutorials I used to make my stuff, in case any of you people want to join me in doing fiber arts. (Please keep in mind that some of my patterns are in German, so I will probably only share the english ones unless requested otherwise.)

Now, let's jump right in the yarn pool with my current project (@upsilambic I'm tagging you since you seemed interested in my crochet adventures)

Triangle scarf for my mum

So, here I was chilling in the yarn store, two skeins for my planned project (mesh gloves) already in hand after consulting with the store clerk, fully intending on just buying those and instantly leaving before all the fiber goodies seduce me into making another purchase.

My mum had other plans though since she was already inspecting some of the bags that where spread out on a table. Each bag contained a set amount of skeins in prepicked colours and a pattern on how to make certain items. My Mum was intrigued... the colours spoke to her... and yes, you might have already guessed, dear reader, we walked out of that store not only with my yarn but also with one of those bags. The pattern was for a crochet scarf and my mum asked me if I could make it for her. I took a look at manual and was confronted with the absolute gibberish in the form of an unfamiliar crochet pattern. My brain offered me the nostaligic tones of the old windows shut down noise in response, so naturally the answer to my mum's questions was yes. (The motto of any fiber artist: Fuck it we ball.)

Once again I talked to the delightful sales lady, asking questions about the pattern and she was a great help. Let it be known that yarn stores are fucking awesome! I have never been in a yarn store where people weren't kind and welcoming and sweet. It's like entering a different world, one full of peace, fluff and most importantly: yarn! A yarn store is one of my favourite places to be right next to a bookshop and my bed.

Anyways, we got my stuff and we got the additional stuff (that I thankfully didn't need to pay for 🫡👍🏼)

It did take me a lil bit to fully puzzle out the scarf pattern but with some trial and error (I needed to frog once because I forgot in which row I was and tired evening!Lix didn't write it down) I'm now in the game.

Here my current progress:

The colours are more intense irl but no matter.

I will need to weave in so many ends after finishing it, I'm already regretting all my life choices *traumatised stare into the distance*

Weaving in ends is one of my many evil foes and unfortunately I still haven't defeated that one yet (I doubt I ever will). Everytime I reach that step in my work I want to set myself on fire because after couple dozen times it really does get quite tedious. It also doesn't help that I still haven't found a method where you really can't see that you have weaved in the ends (and is also secure).

But this will be a concern for future Lix 👍🏼

I will continue to crochet and watch my Let's Player (Magemasher22 on Youtube and Twitch, yes I will namedrop him, I love this guy so fucking much. He's a gem) play Honkai Star Rail.

If anyone has any questions you know where to find me 🫡

[mrsbuttergood]

[PAC] Pick Your SSO-Halloween Adventure!

I had originally done this on my main blog but I thought it would also be fun to do one Star Stable themed! And what perfect timing with the Halloween event starting soon. If you've never done a pick-a-card before, just look at the three images and choose which ever you feel called to the most then head over to the appropriate pile.

Disclaimers! as always, this is for fun and should not be taken serious. This is a fictional story/reading and should not be taken or be reflective of your actual life. This is more of a "choose-your-adventure" and I hope you guys like enjoy it! ;D

Now let's begin!

Hey welcome to my little shack! Since lil' old boy Ydris is away, I decided to take over for today! Isn't this place great! The smells, the fresh water, the— Oh. You just want to start the reading? Okay okay!

Now just go and grab one of three ingredient bags.

Don't mind the gaping hole of green despair underneath the huge cauldron. Isn't it sick? Don't tell anyone, but Kasper helped me sneak it in here, don't ask me how it fit, it just did, but I don't think Karin will mind me borrowing it for a second, so go on. Choose whichever ingredient you like the most and throw it into the pot to get your spook-tacular fortune!

(In order from 1, 2, 3.)

Now a sprinkle of horse hair, ash, and some soul shards.

Okay, not let's see what we-

Oug! Well isn't that peculiar, your cauldron shows to have a bit of a temper- well no. Actually, it seems hesitant more than anything, nothing wants to pop out. While that rumbling doesn't sound too good, no worries, it shouldn't be a problem�� I think… I'll just place this over there…

But anyway, this could be because the future wants to stay a mystery or more so, it seems to be hesitance on your part? …Did Madison convince you into coming here? …Thought so…

Because from the cauldron, it seems like you don't want anything to happen during this Halloween. This restlessness is seen within the 5 of Hearts and the stubbornness is also reflected with The Fool in Reverse. And given that frown you big grumpy pants, you don't want to take part in any of the festivities… or is it because you don't want an adventurous hallows eve?

Well kiss your peaceful Halloween night goodbye because unfortunately for you, you're going on an adventure! :D

Now before you chuck that plastic bat at me, hear me out. This may seem like a bad thing at first, given you were expecting to take a break from your hectic adventurer life in Jorvik, this will benefit you later! Trust me— well okay, I'll zip it before you actually do chuck that thing at me, the edges are actually sharp I'll have you know, but if you don't trust me, then trust the cards!

The 4 of Spades guides you to get out of the house with it's message encouraging to have fun this Halloween year despite your wanting to stay indoors with your horse.

I know, I know, you're sick of how busy you are. Just recently finishing up a quest with Alex, you had to watch after those two mischievous Goldspur twins that always play tricks on you and had to solider through the migraine Gavin usually causes with his forgetfulness. So it would be nice to have a day off on this wonderfully spooky season.

You were probably expecting a cozy Halloween indoors with an holiday appropriate movie, with a big bucket of candy that you'd occasionally munch on while also giving away to the local kids who ring the door bell.

Sore luck for you, because of 6 of Spades hints at something accidentally going awry. Maybe you go out to investigate the weird noise you heard in the stable and then suddenly, you're packed up to go onto your next adventure, or maybe not packed at all as you rush out. This is also reflected with The Fool, showing that your Halloween will take on a complete 180 turn in comparison to your plans.

You could probably feel frustrated at first, especially as the cold night bites into your skin, probably regretting not taking that extra large coat Mrs. Holdsworth made for you before heading out, but you will learn from this experience. You're gonna be fine and it'll be a pivotal journey in your life.

I know, you're giving me a buggy eyes with a "What are you talking about" look plastered all over your face, but it's fine. The cards speak of it's truth. Unfortunately, none of us are escaping this Jorvik madness and you'll have a spectacular, wacky Halloween adventure—Okay! I'll quit, don't actually try to throw the cauldron at me, you'll loose the extra messages.

This adventure unfortunately won't end for a while, and as you can, the image of a "winter wonderland" comes up. This will probably last for a couple of months, probably not till the end of this year's winter where it'll end with a blast. But, the message of "take a deep breathe" is also coming out. I know it's stressful, but at the end of the day, you'll still be in shock. But at least the twins will have a new story to tell the other children next hallows eve.

…Now would you like a piece of candy before you throw me into the cauldron next or…?

Yes, brilliant technique, I can almost see the sinking gooey goop of ghost goo behind the abundant amount of cobwebs you chucked into the cauldron, unfortunately those spider eggs seem lost long to the gunk. But just beyond their stringy grasps, I can see the image of a castle on top of the hill, just past the stone walls with a dark sky above. Dark and ominous but for the best of reasons.

Now I know you're excited, I can practically see the Halloween spirit dancing around you, but the images are popping up one by one. Even your horse seems to be in festive wear despite there still being time till the big event, lovely skeleton costume by the way.

Perhaps you'll have an adventure at the old castle this Halloween?

Ohh~ Are you going to encounter a new companion at the castle? The 8 of Hearts in Reverse tells me that you will find enjoyment through this year. There's also a lot of hearts imagery coming pooping up, from the hearts in your eyes to the hearts in the cards. This joy you have of this season will be satisfied greatly as this will be a wonderfully dreadful spooky time, which is seen with the Jack of Hearts.

The towns are decorated from head to toe in pumpkins, bats, and ghouls alike and your heart thumps as you think you hear the moaning of a ghost. The taste of pumpkin juice is deliciously sweet on your tongue and you'll laugh as you dance around the pumpkin patch with your friends. Decorated from head to toe in holiday fright, your scared little heart will thump it's might.

Perhaps for this spooky season you will be celebrating with a friend, as you guys both explore the pumpkin patch or maze. But the height of your excitement will happen within the walls of the haunted castle. I did catch a brief glimpse of the 2 of Hearts which symbolizes a union, and while it can represent a romantic relationship, this feels more like a friendship. Or maybe within there, you will come across a wondering little fellow to introduce into your stable.

This is likely the case, as the 7 of Hearts hints at a new companion joining your stable! Oh how fun! It's a nervous little thing, jittery, but before you know it, it'll sneak itself into your stable, and your heart.

There will be an adjusting period with sudden expenses as seen with the 5 of Diamonds, as it's a decision you come to quickly, but a happy one that'll bring you great joy. There will be this refreshing feeling within the holiday, and especially after this little critter joining your stable, you'll feel like overall, this was a good hallows eve filled with laughter with friends, dancing, and spooky madness.

Now hold up there, I can see the crazy in your eyes so before you kidnap a wondering bunny in the Hollow Woods or try to lure in a fox pup with some kettle—don't even think about doing that—the cauldron show images of you relaxing. Yes, you, you anxious body filled with anxiety. I know you want to bring it home with you immediately, but the cards are telling you to "be patient".

What is meant to happen is meant to happen, whatever companion is meant to find you, whether it be person, critter, or horse, it will find you. Though whoever this is, especially if it's a critter, there's an additional message of "I believe that we're soul mates" - a new steed or furry companion? Whoever the case, you're going to have a good Halloween.

Now, do you want some candy or would you like a nap? There's a pile of moss in the corner that Ydris usually dozes off on. But maybe instead you should go home, or I'm worried you'll combust with giddy anxiousness.

Let's see what this hallows eve will bring to you…

Well… lovely explosion, I guess your concoction loves to be very active. Quite weird given chamomile is usually a calming ingredient, even when mixed with moss and a wiggly worm. Oh well, at least the only side effect is this green goop, here's a napkin, it's okay, it happens. Could be worse honestly, one time I almost blew up the whole tent, it was-Oh! I would really suggest not biting your nails unless you want to taste the bitterness of grass in your mouth. But well what a mess we have here, with all these cards scattered about.

Well first of all, are you good? There's this sense of rush with how quickly everything is popping up. Specifically with the even numbers 8, 6, 10 all popping up in-order and it seems to show a route to completion. And then 9 last, which usually hints to the completion in life, barely reaching the end point—Okay! Woah, what is with all of these 9s popping up?

The 9 of Spades talks about being the giver of givers, but here it feels like it's telling you to give to yourself, especially within closing this hectic chapter in your lifestyle.

You seem to be anxious, head filled with thoughts. Are the decorations set correctly? Is there enough candy? What happens if the twins visit and blow up your pumpkin like last year? Aye yi yi, relax my fellow horse lover. With all this stress, how can you even enjoy the spooky season to begin with? Halloween is supposed to be fun, not stressful!

Look, even your horse is giving you a look- wow wait, don't eat that! Oh not you, you can nibble on as much candy as your heart desires, I just need to get this sheet from your—well, I guess now I have a naked ghost made of sticks and your horse has a new costume now. Well, that matter aside, the 9 of Diamonds in Reverse tells you to give to yourself this holiday season, which is repeated with the Jack of Clubs which hints towards you not just taking a physical break, but also a mental one this Halloween season.

And enjoy it too, cause even Jorvik hero's deserve a break from time to time, especially if recent missions have been taking a toll on you. I'm sure the Soul Riders would understand. All of these messages are telling you to give to yourself this spooky season, treat yourself to a treat if you will.

For all your hard work, you'll be regarded with sweet relief. Go on a vacation. Indulge in an extra piece of pumpkin pie and a smoothie, maybe at Fort Pinta Beach, or maybe just munch on candy as you watch people get chased around by pumpkins at the pumpkin patch.

You're constantly running all around Jorvik but have you stopped to smell the roses? Or, I guess have you stopped to poke at the goo this Halloween?

I'm banned from touching Ydris's crystal ball, I have no clue why, but if I did, I'm sure it would reflect all your stress back at you if it could.

Have you ever heard of breathing? I know, wild concept, but close your eyes then taking in a deep breathe for 4 seconds. Hold it for 7, then let go for 8. Now open your eyes and breathe again. Do this for as long as you need.

You're probably a completionist, and you're buzzing with this mix of dread and excitement, but allow allow calmness to come into your life. Maybe cuddle your horse a little, sit on the hay barrel and just chat with them if it helps. Who cares, we're all mad in Jorvik, no one would bat an eye.

Now don't mind Lizzy, she judges everyone. Better yet, enjoy time around the campfire and just relax as they talk about Jorvik folktales. Maybe you can come join Madison, Mrs. Holdsworth, Scott, and I tell stories this year? Or you could just sit and listen as Rania recounts her adventures instead.

This anxiousness will go away, and just take the time to relax. The most scared you should be this season should be from the Goldspur twins tricks, not from the sweet relief which is the spooky season. Now, go ahead and grab as much candy as you want and enjoy the re—

…You didn't hear a thump in the closet, and no that isn't-

Ydris! Get back in the box!

Thank you for taking the time out of your lovely day to read this! Disclaimer as always, this is fictional and doesn't reflect anything real.

Hope you guys had some good Jorvik fun today and have a splendid spooky season!

[narrators-journal]

A new moon rising: Chapter 1

Ngl, I learned the hard way with my other story. Do NOT baby this shit lmao. I love these two, I adore you all greatly, but I’m sorry. I’m not taking damn near a year to post a fic again. We are posting these parts as soon as they’re done basically. Warts and all. I can write more scenarios to answer questions or shore up plot holes if I need. For now? Just enjoy this lil ditty, and humor me besties. With any luck, ya bitch won’t drop this.

First part: Here

Next part: Here

Masterlist: Here “See ya next week, Mochi!~” The girl sang as she jogged off to the train station, with a plush toy tucked beneath one arm and a wave thrown back to the tall brunette that stood outside of the arcade in the crisp evening air with a bright smile. At least, until his date left his view, then that smile dropped into exhaustion. The solid brick of the wall a welcome support when he let himself sag slightly in the dark hour. The same thing said about the soft burble of the decorative fountain and the chaotic mixture of theme songs from the games behind the brunette. “I need to stop letting my dates go so long…” he chuckled up to the heavily round moon that stared down at him from the star-speckled sea of blue. Though, of course, the silver eye didn’t respond. It simply continued to watch him when he broke eye contact and pushed off of the bricks with a pained wince. No comfort, no assurances, just an ever present observer to the dull ache that zipped down the brunette’s spine as he left the mall. Though, Ryoji Mochizuki didn’t head for the boys dormitory to lay down and rest his achey bones. Instead, he took some time to wander the dark, peaceful streets of tatsumi port for some time to think. Something that he often did after dates, even when his pale skin felt as if it was about to slough off of his bones.

But, ever since he’d moved to the port, nightly walks to admire the soothing calm of the dark winter hours were the only moments of alone time that he got. So, even when his body began to ache and burn, he savored the time outside of the crowded boys dormitory. Between school, his part-time job, how crowded and noisy the dormitory could be, the time he spent with Junpei, chasing Minato, or going on dates, the brunette was rarely left alone in a day. And, he wasn’t mad at that fact, Ryoji was an exchange student, and that ‘new toy’ thrill was sustained by the amount of confidence and charm that he had. Paired with the fact that Ryoji was relatively tall, with dark hickory-colored hair that he kept swept back, and vibrant blue eyes, he was well aware that he was popular, and he did enjoy that popularity.

Though, it does nothing with Minato… He thought as he passed one of the zombie-esque people that seemed to be the only ones to wander the shadowy streets with Ryoji beneath the silver light of the inescapable moon. I guess I can’t be too upset though, Minato’s not the type to care about social opinion. Naturally, other girls and guys liking me won’t make HIM like me.He unhappily sighed at that point, but he knew Minato well enough to know it was true. Even if he does fucking like me, and is just a brat about it. An angry voice whispered in his head, which, was equally true.

Granted, if Ryoji had been at Gekkoukan a month, only a week of that had been spent in conversation with the midnight-haired emo beauty, but the brunette could still tell. It was as if he had some psychic sense when it came to the grumpy man, so Ryoji knew that Minato was, at a minimum, attracted to him in a physical sense, even if he wouldn’t admit to it. Which, was what seemed to encourage the tall brunette in his pursuit of him.

Though, there were multiple reasons for that pursuit. The way that Minato never had a consistent scent, as if he’d simply used what was within reach in the shower that morning, his storm-grey eyes, a voice that teetered between exhausted and annoyed, and a sense of humor that was as dark as the mariana trench.

“Mochizuki.”

Ryoji blinked back to reality at the sound of Aigis’ voice in the damp air of the...discolored night. “Aigis? The hell are you doing here?” He asked, though his eyes couldn’t seem to actually look at the blonde woman that stood a bit ahead of him on the moonlight bridge. Though, she seemed unbothered by the tornado green sky, cold, stagnant air, and sudden silence of the night. “Where...even is here?” “I am here to correct my mistake.” The blonde said in a serious voice that seemed to freeze the damp air to the brunette’s skin. The rush of the water beneath the long bridge a deafening roar in the tall man’s ears as the blonde continued. “I have remembered what you are, Mochizuki.” “N-no! Aigis...I’m-” “You are the embodiment of death. I remember that now.” She said, her...well, Ryoji’s vision had begun to swim, so he couldn’t tell what was on her feet, but it heavily clunk against the asphalt as she approached him. So, he stepped back from her as he squeezed his eyes shut and tangled his fingers into his hair. “No. I-I’m Ryoji-” “You are Thanatos.” She corrected, “You are the shadow of the thirteenth arcana.” “No! No, Aigis stop it!” He ordered, tears in his eyes and his words bouncing in his skull like a bunch of wrecking balls. And, when he lifted his head to look back at her, he saw that she had stumbled back. You’re a robot, how can I affect you?

Sadly, he got no time to ponder the question, because the blonde’s fingertips flipped back to force the- god am I even a man?- the brunette into a mad scramble across the asphalt. Which, wasn’t made easier by the pain that throbbed in his skull and through his body, nor by the clouds of dirt and rock that was sent into the air when Aigis’ bullets shredded Ryoji’s sun-colored scarf into rags. Somehow, he managed to avoid being hit by the projectiles directly, though, yet, no matter how he dove, scrambled, and ran across the moonlight bridge, Aigis simply reloaded. Stop it! Stop! Make her stop! Ryoji plead, though to who, he was too panicked to be sure.

He felt pulled in far too many directions. While his body seemed to run on autopilot, his mind was aflurry with a cacophany of thoughts. Dots that he didn’t want to connect, connecting, memories, explanations, all moved too fast for him to get a grip on in the moment. Yet, at the same time, there was something that weighed in his mind like a mountain in the hurricane. A cold hunger that crept in on him like a lioness in the sahara as he threw himself to the bullet-pocked bridge. “Stop it!” Ryoji screamed at the top of his lungs, not caring who it was at anymore. The presence in his head, the thoughts, or Aigis, he didn’t care. He simply wanted everything to stop.

And, it did.

Silence fell back over the discolored night as if the entire world held its breath. Ryoji’s thought, the gunfire, even the water below them seemed to freeze for a second at his command. At least, until the brunette braved a glance back at Aigis. Able to see that she’d been rooted to the spot on the cracked asphalt, her arms still raised with her fingers aimed at the tall man. Yet, as he watched her through the thin curtain of hair that had fallen into his widened eyes, her arms fell to her white-clothed sides, and soon, she fell to her knees. Her own sky blue eyes now dull and lifeless.

Now that she wasn’t on the attack, Ryoji could drink in the gold metal that glinted in the yellow-green light of the engorged full moon, the other shiny metal of the blonde woman’s body as she collapsed onto the bridge. She’s a robot, how is she dead? He thought, his breath slowed with his heart rate, though his head still throbbed with a pain that he ignored, sure that it came from too many thoughts, revelations, and the weight of that presence in the back of his mind. “But you cannot stop at a mere robot, my child.”A female voice barely whispered, as if a woman was whispering at him from a mile away. But, he heard her, and as he looked down at the non-functional blonde. His classmate. Minato’s classmate.

Ryoji’s stomach fell into his shoes.

Oh god, Minato. He thought, an anxious, miserable lump in his throat, If Aigis is in the Dark Hour, he surely is too. If he finds her like this… Tears burned the corners of Ryoji’s eyes at the mental image. He knew this...the truth that sat in his belly like a cinderblock, was too much to explain. To expect that his other half would understand. And it hurt to know. “You know what you must do, my child. Do not falter.” That woman said again, but he ignored her with no real thought towards it.

He scooped Aigis up off of the weakened bridge and bolted to the side of the bridge to look down at the cold, sluggish water beneath his feet that was colored a darker shade of green in the sickly color of the moon.

Surely, as a robot Aigis wouldn’t respond well to water. Not with the gaps that acted as her ball-and-socket joints and exposed her gears and circuitry. So, when Ryoji stepped onto the railing with her limply in his arms, he knew that it was a death sentence for the girl. For one of Minato’s friends. But, he still jumped into the water with her.

He clung to her as the wind swept his disshevelled hair back once more before the dark, icy water swallowed them both. Darkness blinded the man, his scarf suddenly over his mouth and nose as if to further drown him. As if I can die… He thought. Though, at the same time, a robot couldn’t die, yet he could feel her body heat up from all of the wires and circuit boards that seemed to wail as they were awash with the same river water that stirred her straw-colored hair around her lifeless expression.

She was almost beautiful as they sank. Without the snarls and glares that she always showed him, her face was perfectly sculpted like a barbie doll’s, her eyes were a lovely shade of blue, and her hair would frame her face wonderfully. Of course I would find her beautiful like this. When she’s as dead as a robot can be. He thought as he let her go to watch her sink to the muddy trash and plants that occupied the water. Meanwhile, up above, he could sense a familiar soul’s approach.

Naturally, Ryoji couldn’t hear anything above the roar of the water that flowed over him, but he could feel Minato. The same way that he could feel his scarf tug at his throat in the current, he could feel the dark-haired man above him. Could almost track him when he looked around at the many, many bullets embedded into the asphalt and called for Aigis in the discolored hour.

Until, finally, the green sky seemed to recede back into the moon as it shrank. In it’s place, the sky’s normal dark purple-ish blue hue, stars, and silver light, but Ryoji’s senses remained. He could still sense Minato’s chaotic soul above him, then more souls, Mitsuru’s, Yukari’s, the other SEES, all of them seemed to come to talk to Minato. And, while Ryoji couldn’t hear them, he could feel when they eventually left.

Only then, did the brunette surface. The silver light of the now-normal moon the only one to greet him, that and the sounds of cars far off, or too much awareness of the many, many souls that filled Tatsumi port. Which, he swam towards with heavy limbs and an even heavier heavier heart.

[beesonhoneytoast]

Modern!Demon Slayer and what music they listen to

ib: @sxbrinakanroji ty for the idea boo 🫶🏻

remember these are MY personal headcanons for the characters! agree with them or not, they’re still my ideas.

Tanjiro Kamado

it’s only appropriate we start out with the main boy, the best boy, Tanjiro

tbh his is a toughie

i feel like he’d listen to anything and everything, no matter the genre

except country cos dear god

he’d just find a good song/artist he likes no matter the genre and he’s like

“yep, you’re one of my favourites now”

(he’s just like me fr)

tbh he’d be the friend that’d let his friends go ham on the aux

until inosuke starts playing some cursed shit on blast and ends up upsetting the neighbours

Zenitsu Agatsuma

im just gonna be honest this man probably only listens to girl bands like blackpink, and knows some ogs like spice girls and destiny’s child-

he’s a simp

but fr

like can you imagine him jamming out to survivor??

“zenitsu, what are you doing-“ “AHHHHH!!!! YOU SAW NOTHING!!!!!”

throws a shoe at tanjiro for good measure

like

let the mans listen to his destiny’s child in peace smh /lh

Inosuke Hashibira

mans listens to heavy metal bands, i don’t make the rules ok-

does the opening to Twist by Korn at 3AM simply to scare the shit out of everyone

*scatting Twisted* “inosuke it’s the middle of the night pLEASE—“

feral boy? feral music taste

PEPPERONI AND GREEN PEPPERS MUSHROOMS OLIVES CHIVES-

the thing i said about inosuke playing random shit on blast when he’s had the aux passed? He really just does it to mess with people, just out of spite

mans loves watching people be utterly confused as to why CPR by CupcakKe is playing and inosuke is like 🦟🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗

Nezuko Kamado

lofi.

no elaboration will be made.

Nezuko listens to lofi (and Blackpink maybe)

mostly lofi tho-

there’s also a tiny part of me screaming that Nezuko is also a Marina and Mitski fan too

Kanao Tsuyuri

for kanao I feel like she would use her coin to decide what she listened to

until tanjiro told her it’s okay to have her own music preferences

after that I think she’s an avid Hatsune Miku or general Vocaloid fan

idk

Tengen Uzui

the idea that basically inspired the rest of the post to really even happen, was from @sxbrinakanroji (their @ was also at the top)

they had the hc that modern!Tengen is a Swiftie and I can’t help but agree with them

BUT

I feel like Makio, Hinatsuru, and Suma were responsible for getting him into Taylor

I feel like pre-married Tengen was a metalhead and also a hip-hop lover

blasted Slim Shady on the aux

then he met the three and now he’s obsessed with Taylor

may or may not had gone to a Taylor concert with the girls

Kyojuro Rengoku

my lil pookie bear

I miss him sm ☹️

curse you Ufotable for getting me to like this loudmouth flamy boy only to make him a freshly glazed Krispy Kreme doughnut all in the same movie

anyways ☺️

he’s an Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy fan bc the Rengoku playlists on YT made me do it

Muichiro Tokito

now keep in mind I haven’t seen Swordsmith Village still so I basically have no idea what this goofy lil guy is actually like

but from what I heard from my brother and some friends, he’s no thoughts head empty all the time

so

white noise

tv static

whatever it is

that’s what he listens to

that’s it

Mitsuri Kanroji

pretty girl 🫶

can’t wait to see her 🥹

she’s the love hashira

so

ofc love songs are what she listens to

but off the love songs made by women bc

she’s sapphic

and that’s on canon /j

Shinobu Kocho

she’s a runner she’s a track star-

idk who said that uh

anyways

she’s a Mitski fan

WHY ARE YOU BOOING ME IM RIGHT-

Sanemi Shinazugawa

metalhead

that’s all

both derogatory and affectionately, he is a metalhead ☺️

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this was all my tiny brain could fart out, if y’all have any ideas or suggestions please leave them in the comments :)

-ryan 🎐

[chilelemonz]

The New Moon Ball

MASC AFAB NB! OC reader X Vampire OC

A/N: hey guys! thank you so much for reading this is the first sort of long peice i've written so that's why i included the word count. i kinda wanna turn this into a series so let me know!

Summary: Apollo Van Helsing , an active and blood member of the Helsing Historians attends the New Moon Ball in place of their father, to observe and report when they awkwardly bump into Atlas Gomez, a prominent political figure in Vampiric Society.

Warnings: use or “mr” for reader but I believe that is it please let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1,454

~Enjoy~

He said it would be a fun lil game, he said it would spice up the bedroom. Now I’m running through the woods barefoot, lungs threatening to give out every few feet. 

I met Atlas about a year ago at a New Moon Ball ,it’s traditional to have someone a part of the human faction at a cryptid event. It showed peace and respect between the two kinds.  So I went in place of my father, Charles Van Helsing. We don’t hunt monsters anymore and we haven’t for centuries, the mortal and immortals came to a truce very long ago. The Van Helsing name stoped being hunters and became historians protecting the same creatures they used to kill. That was my job, cataloging and observing the inner workings of vampiric society.  Walking around the ballroom taking notes, that's when I saw him, a midnight black three peice suit, broad shoulders, shoulder length brown hair. Atlas Gomez, his presence indisputable as a well known figure in addition to being next in line for his clan, standing with an empty red stained glass in hand schmoozing other leaders,making small talk. It’s always been so intriguing to watch vampires in their natural habitat and guards down. They seem so human and then they open their mouth laughing exposing themselves as the predators they truly are while being so damn charming. 

“It’s rude to stare” A deep voice breaks me from thought. It was him. Atlas flashing his fangs through a smirk, starring darkly. The surrounding vampires now also looking my way,creating a bit of a scene.

“I apologize sir, I’m just observing” bringing attention to the pin on my blazer showing my organiztion and occupation. Occasionally they will have humans dressed in beautiful gowns and suits walk around compelled to be the waiter and the horderve. The pin became part of the uniform after an incident

“Ah, Van Helsing Analyst '' he taunts now slowly walking up to me

“Tell me young one what have you analyzed this evening” he stands a few inches from my face,emerald eyes in full effect.

“Oh well I don’t really analyze I just observe and report all events back to headquarters, to make sure it’s in within the guidelines of the-” cutting me off abruptly

“Of the truce yes, yes, that crusty old piece of paper” casually brushing off the mention of international law “If you don’t mind me asking are Van Helsing by blood or association?”

  When the Van Helsing name became Van Helsing Historians LLC it became less of family business ofcourse family members still held higher ranks and didn’t always have time to do a report and go to event so it often fell on lower level analysts. Though there are rumors and whispers, older Van Helsings don’t agree with our new beliefs and refuse to come to events,threatning to bring back old ways. Other rumors say we're now scared of the same things we used to hunt. I wasn’t scared of them,but maybe I should’ve been.

“By blood” I state proudly not letting his closeness intimitate or stutter my words.

“A purebred gracing us with their presence” reaching down to kiss my hand “ And your name?” his lips ice cold on the back of my hand.

“Apollo” a little take back by such a formal greeting “Apollo Van Helsing”

“Mr. Van Helsing would you treat me to a dance?” the vampire asks his voice almost melodic, looking back it could have been the music or compulsion but if I was honest I would’ve still said…

“O-okay” a smirk and his fangs appearing again achieving his goal of flustering me.

I stuck my note pad in my back pocket and let a monster lead me to the dance floor. Faces and bodies inches apart, his cheek beside mine.

“I’ll lead” he whispers , the sound causing my heart rate to increase which I’m sure could hear as he wouldn’t stop smiling at me. He holds one of my hands with his own to our side and the other he leads to his shoulder. Then placing his hand on the small of my back under my jacket, making me shiver.

“Sorry, cold” he chuckles in my ear. I laugh a little bit too, I’d never though I’d hear a vampire say sorry.

“It’s okay my bad dancing wil cancel that out” 

I looked up, our height difference became very clear now.  He was a foot taller than me, fangs towering over my head. He leads slowly 1..2..3..1..2..3, then slowly quickening pace to more of salsa as the music sped up. It suddenly became clear we were making an even bigger scene before, glowing red, gold, and black eyes in dark corners of the ballroom watching us.

“Everyone’s staring” I whispered as he dipped me drawing even more attention to us.

“You’re handsome, I’m handsome. I thought analyst were supposed to be smart” he snarked in my ear while having a hand under my thigh. The tension building up to that remark and this moment. Lifting me back up once again faces inches apart as the song comes to close.

"Again,not an analyst" I snarcked back to the predator

The room erupts in applause , oh god everyone was watching us.

“And you said you were a bad dancer” he bows to the room and then shows me off before taking my hand and leading me off the floor, still dazed and a bit overwhelmed from the whole situation. I did lie, Van Helsing's held high social status for long time so things like ballroom dancing, fencing , and calligraphy were still implored on the new generation.

“Would you do me the honor of another?” he asked a smile on his face like a kid in the candy store and I was the candy, with a vampire though that comparison isn’t so sweet.

“Oh no I should really get going I have to take this back to catalog before closing”  knowing I could get into the catalogs whenever I pleased.

“Well please let me right down my number so you could observe me if you like or perhaps a one on one interview if your committee will allow it?”

This obviously his way of flirting but a one on one interview would be historic, alot of vampires refuse to speak to Van Helsings because… well to put it bluntly the killing of their kind to a point of almost extinction. Not to say we didn’t lose people we did but that was centuries ago but some of these shades have been alive that whole time so someone telling them to get over it all the time probably doesn’t help.

“Well I-” I didn’t realize til this moment his hand still on the small of my back now sliding down lightly grazing my ass to take the notepad out of my back pocket and flipping to an empty page. He than takes a pen out of his lapel pocket

“Oh smooth how many guys do you pull this on” Atlas having a pen on hand,of course there could’ve been many reasons but he wasn’t going to be the only person doing the teasing that night.

“ I am a large politcal figure for my species. I may have to sign document or treaties or give my number to a cute guy at the government ball”  he looks up from writing his number to see my reaction.

“I thought this was business” wanting to draw a line not for him but myself. I have been more involved with a vampire this evening than Van Helsings have in years, I had to get out of there.

“It can be what ever you want to be my dear Apollo” handing back my tablet and kissing my hand lips slightly warmer than before “I wait for the day to be called upon by you” God he had to know how good he sounded or what he was doing.

“I-” I could see this pleading look in the emerald jewels he called eyes “I’ll think about” finally taking my hand away and walking back to the entrance ,shutting the large the cathedral doors behind me. It locks it self as certain carvings in the door start to glow golden  revealing sigils and then the door unlocks itself swiftly. I open to see the comfort of my small apartment with boxes and files scattered a around and a half eaten cup-a-noodles on the coffe table.

“Home Sweet Home” I say into the void of my apartment once again making sure to shut the door behind me as the door is overtaken in gold light and morphs into the average apartment door. I flop onto the couch,still trying processing the events of the night.

A/N: IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO READ THIS THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i understand it's not a mainstream character and you're taking a chance during your midngint tumblr scroll so thank you!! love, lemonz <3

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[deus-ex-mona]

i’d like to hear the sick someya beats lore/intro. you’ve gotten me quite invested.

o h m y hello there, anon enabler~~👀👀

idk how unhinged this is gonna get, so i’ll be dropping a cut here, just like how tamamamamamagoro drops dem sick someya beats—

tbh this whole thing started off as a simple desire to see the longleg do something completely out of character, so the lore really is completely all over the place with this one. but still!!!!!

anyways the (current) starting point for this crackery happens when koichiro gets a couple of tickets to an ft4 live from a patron. the longleg tags along because there’s no way koichiro’s gonna ask yujiro to accompany him, yk?

so the longleg and his shortleg son watch as ft4 drop their sick beats (and horrible dance moves) to fake star. koichiro turns to tamamamamamagoro, all fake starry-eyed and stuff and go “dad… i wanna do that too!!!” and longleg goes “ok”, because he’s old, has experienced nothing but kabuki in his entire sad life, and figured “hey, if anything this could prove to be an educational experience for me about the ways of the young whippersnappers”.

and so mc someya t. and lil’ ko commission iv to write them a backing track, providing their own “lyrics” to serve as a basis of inspiration. iv takes one look at the lyrics and tries to gently advise them against doing any of it, only to fail miserably when the longleg just says “do it. i’ll double the payment.” instead. poor iv offers “ok how’s this: i’ll teach you how to write your own backing tracks and songs, so please keep my name away from this hot mess of a work” (albeit in nicer terms). and that’s how lil’ ko becomes dj lil’ ko. longleg stays as mc someya t. though, because he likes how that name sounds.

the longleg and the shortleg work really hard on their song in the interim, to the point where they nearly collapse from overwork after a kabuki performance. “but it’s ok,” they reason, “it’s for the sake of our dream…”. tae just backs away slowly with a polite smile, wanting no part of this.

their first performance finally happens. they pass it off as an encore for their kabuki performance of the day, confusing all their patrons because “since when does kabuki have an encore????”. anyways, they quickly get changed out of their elaborate kimonos and come out in jaw-droppingly hideous getups.

picture this: one moment you see these two guys all dolled up and pretty in their kimonos, only to see those two same guys reemerge dressed in oversized shirts, baggy jeans, backwards caps, and ill-fitting sunglasses and chain necklaces. and then the smaller one tries to set up a dj booth as quickly as he can, as the taller one begins to beatbox horribly to some inaudible beats for some unknown reason. confusion? confusion.

once everything was finally ready, though, it turns out that their debut track, “sick someya beats”, was anything but sick. it sounded way more like a cursed combination of the end result of a kid’s first day at rhyming class and a lxl diss track, interspersed with “modern teen slang”, than anything. i mean, who tries to rhyme “it” with “it”? they’re the same word.

“yO DAWG IT’S ME, MC SOMEYA T., IN DA HOUSE!!!!!”

“YEAH YEAH GO SHAWTY, LET’S YEET IT!!!!”

“HIT THE BEAT, LIL’ KO!!!!”

“DAB ON THE YUJIROS!!!! FLEX ON THE AIZOS!!!!!”

“DROPPING SICK BEATS. YEAH. LET’S GET IT.”

“yeOWWWWW THAT’S A HOT MIX, LIL’ KO!!”

“WHO NEEDS A ROMEO WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE SICK. SOMEYA. BEATS?!”

“STICK AROUND FOR THE RAD SOMEYA BEATS.”

[dance interval, in which mc someya t. does a traditional dance with a folding fan he pulled out from somewhere within the deep recesses of his baggy jeans, all while dj lil’ ko just works the dj booth in the background]

“HEY YO. GO SHAWTY.”

“DAISUKI IS NOT YAPPA SAIKYOU. WE ARE YAPPA SAIKYOU.”

“THIS HAS BEEN… SICK. SOMEYA. BEATS.” [explosion sound effects]

“PEACE AND ROCK OUT.”

…and of course, the lyrics (aside from the yappa saikyou-related lines) were completely in english. it’s a small wonder why iv wanted nothing to do with it.

anyways, sick someya beats becomes a cursed hit, mostly because the idea of seeing a rich middle-aged man try his best to act like a teenager was weirdly hilarious at best. plus, it served as a good example of how not to rap, which was pretty helpful to aspiring rappers.

mc someya t.’s second single, “even a national treasure can be hip and cool too”, was a sleeper hit too. thrift stores started to use it as bgm all the time after its release

lxl know nothing about this until a fan asks them what their beef with “mc someya t. feat. dj lil’ ko” is. yujiro faints when they finally look up their self-proclaimed rivals after that interaction

the conflict happens when lxl finally sue mc someya t. and dj lil’ ko for defamation. there was a whole court case and everything that ended with them settling on a compromise to 1) leave lxl out of their diss tracks (“father, please. dissing ascana is more fun, i swear!”) and 2) to give aizo yujiro’s hand in marriage as a form of reparations, because aizo had nothing to do with the someyas before this. outsider rights, man

and the conclusion to this arc ends with mc someya t. and dj lil’ ko performing a rap cover of yappa saikyou at lxl’s wedding. shibasaki yujiro has tears in his eyes as he watches his stepfather and brother dance and rap at his wedding reception.

“this is… so not yappa saikyou.”

tl;dr: i just wanted mc someya t. to be a horrendous rapper for my own amusement; how did it end up like this—

[valorxdrive]

◜It would seem that they like you.◞ There is a hint of a smile that doesn't quite reach roseate lips, yet those sufficiently knowing of Twilight Sword's mannerisms would tell that he is content. So he is surrounded in an aura of peace and tranquility, watching Sora from where he sits getting ambushed by a legion of small saurians trying to climb him if he refuses to go down their level. A stray and timid-looking Yumkasaurus approaches Dáinsleif in the meanwhile, tilting its head at him with a curiosity grander than its shyness. He catches on this quickly, sapphire irises soften as he reaches out a gloved hand to pat its head first, caress it thereafter. Star-shaped gaze returns to Sora next. ◜Are there such creatures in your homeworld?◞

Before the Twilight Sword would be sights that could fall into fantasy. Right now was the defeat of a hero, one that's lost in laughter as the small gang of tepetlisaurs caught their greatest 'foe' yet. Resting in each and every one of them was a spirit for life, a sense of vitality to witness the world that just made a softness stir in his heart deep down. So why wouldn't his knees buckle towards their demands in the end?

Just as some immediately tackled themselves on his chest, another found it's place scrambling up his back, two of them in particular holding an innate fascination with his chestnut colored hair. There were initial attempts to try biting it from how sharp, pointed and faintly rock-ish it looked. "Y'sure about that!? Feels like I'm gonna be a new location for them to stick a flag on!" How this soul be claimed in the good name of these geo-loved dragons.

Two more of them would be content in Sora's arms, practically hauled like sacks of potatoes as he draws himself back up. The keybearer would shoot them a spirited smile, even doing a poor man's imitation of their roar as some of the younger dragons clapped their clawed hands in approval. Now this was how you truly dove into the soul of their community! Soon, those skylit eyes would follow their way towards Dain, many of those beady, golden eyes repeating the same as they marveled at the man who also held a gentler heart for their kind.

"But I gotta say, these guys are gonna be some real party stars when they get on up there. It was after a lil abyssal accident where they actually gathered together, helping their ma from a pitfall when I swung by to pitch in too. They were all frightened at first-- but Dain? The courage when we worked together, you should've seen it." There was an emotional hitch within Sora's tone at the remembrance of such a stormy night. It was no thought bred of fear, rather, an immensely growing pride in seeing these young hearts keep steady.

He would proudly step onto any plateau to ensure that torch goes strong.

This tale thankfully didn't end as a sullen one. And in a way, maybe his friend sensed that with the differing change in topic. The sort that made his memories spring with a glittering fountain of past experiences, of sweeter and tumbling days spent on Destiny Islands. A soft shake of his head is offered. "I wish. Where I come from, it's primarily a world dominated by the sea, and in that case sea creatures too. If there's anything mythical there, I'd say it's the people."

His mind fell back to old legends that were spoken around the campfire, days where his father and mother even played whimsy with hidden truths. It leaves him a touch thoughtful as he leans his cheek towards another Tepetlisaur, causing them to growl in contentment. "It's views like this within stories that made me wanna come out to see the world. Weird as it is to say-- It almost felt too 'normal' where I hailed from." And by no means was it a bad thing.

Compared to the wonders in the cosmos? Maybe that was the gem like quality of his own side of the stars.

@reginrokkr

[cata-daily]

Dailies Index 51-100

I would say that these are really random, but the first 50 were also random so. Um. From 6/4 to 7/23

Format: Day ___ - Short Description

Prev Index (1-50) Other art, WoT's, etc Index

Day 51 - * He also likes to say: Nyeh heh heh! Day 52 - Flowy ... (how do i describe this) Day 53 - With a rock Day 54 - Watches at the beach Day 55 - Bird hybrid Day 56 - Moth house Day 57 - Laying on the floor Day 58 - Sketch of moth house comic Day 59 - Part of moth house comic Day 60 - Wearing a party hat Day 61 - Moth house comic Day 62 - Sleepy Sprocket Day 63 - Whisk drill... Day 64 - Casual outfit Day 65 - Evil autistic flag Day 66 - Try at a sketch for Curses project Day 67 - Swing Day 68 - In the rain Day 69 - House Shoebox for sale Day 70 - Capelet hoodie Day 71 - I dunno?? Him. Day 72 - Sipping tea in Shimmer Day 73 - Closeup colour of previous Day 74 - Dunno what to draw Day 75 - Reach for the stars Day 76 - Eyelights/flames expressions Day 77 - Blue lights in the darkness Day 78 - Drama king Day 79 - Design ideas (/au) Day 80 - L (/au) Day 81 - ;P (/au) Day 82 - Peace! (/au) Day 83 - Alt halo idea (/au) Day 84 - Uh just a pose? (/au) Day 85 - Very small lil guy Day 86 - Again just a pose Day 87 - Lookin at his hand Day 88 - Big peace! Day 89 - Fighting his mic Day 90 - Just some things he can do (/au) Day 91 - Floating Day 92 - He wants that minigun Day 93 - Zombie apocalypse Day 94 - Glasses Day 95 - Blue v. Red event Day 96 - Frying pan bonk Day 97 - Favourite weapons Day 98 - Fast bc i forgot lol Day 99 - Demon scythe Day 100 - Wingless problems

[cambion-companion]

hii could you write abotu aemond and the reader being togehter and one night while theyre having sex, they almost get caught and the reader stars freaking out (cause theyre not married) and he calms her down

Hi guys, yes, I am merging these two to flesh out the oneshot a lil bit. I had one more request of Aemond seeing you with Helaena's kiddos but couldn't find it.

Word count: 1300

Aemond x f!reader | light smut | minors don't interact | baby-hungry Aemond hehe

“Jaehaera, come put the roof on the tower.”  You coaxed the little toddler back over to where you were building a toy castle on the floor.  

Jaehaera and her brother, Jaehaerys, were only three years old, the twins both had the trademark white hair and violet eyes of the Targaryen family.  You served as handmaiden to their mother, Helaena, and often found yourself entertaining the small children.

You laughed fondly as Jaehaera toddled back over to you, collapsing into your lap and reaching for the wooden roof you still held.  You gave it to her, and she immediately raised it to her open mouth.  

“It goes right here, honey.”  You guided her attention gently back to the fixture you had made together, placing the roof upon its rightful place, thus finishing your work.

“Dragon time!”  Jaehaerys shouted, taking the small dragon sculpture in hand and flying it toward the castle.  

“Oh no!”  Jaehaera hid her face behind her tiny hands, peeking through fingers as her brother demolished the structure you’d just set up.

Jaehaerys mimed the dragon munching on citizens and breathing fire, and, after a moment’s hesitation, Jaehaera joined in, the two of them giggling madly.  You leaned your weight back on your hands, chuckling softly and shaking your head at the typical behavior.  “You will both grow to be fine dragon riders one day. Perhaps we will work on your lenience with the common-folk next.”

Soft laughter from the doorway alerted you to Aemond’s presence, how long he had been leaning against the doorframe you couldn’t guess but he was looking fondly at the scene before him.  “If you think Targaryens are merciful, you haven’t been paying attention, Y/N.”

“Hi uncle Aemond!”  The twins hardly looked up, still too caught up in their playtime to pay him much attention.

“Your father is a peaceful king, and a Targaryen.”  You retorted, noticing Aemond’s hands flex slightly at the mention of Viserys.

He bit his retort back, however, watching as you urged the children to begin helping clean up the mess they’d made. You stood, smoothing your skirts, and Jaehaera latched herself to your leg knowing it was time for you to depart. “I want you to stay.”  She whined, burying her small face into the fabric of your dress. Jaehaerys, in his turn, reached up on tip toes to tug at your hand. “You can play with the dragon this time if you stay.”

“I’m sorry little ones, it’s time for me to go now.  I’ll be back before bedtime.”  You extricated yourself from their grasp with the help of the nursemaid, who’d just entered the chamber to relieve you for a while.

You kissed each child on the top of their head, untying the apron you’d been wearing and leaving it folded upon the sofa.  Aemond still waited by the door, and you approached him curiously. “Can I help with something, my prince?”

In response he smiled, turning to offer you his arm, which you took.  The two of you walked outside and down the empty corridor.  “How were they today?”  Dropping pretense of formality, Aemond placed a quick kiss to your temple, moving to clasp your hand in his.

“Better, they’re opening up to me more now.”  You squeezed your fingers around his. “It took Jaehaera a little longer to trust me, they’re very shy children.”

“They adore you.”  Aemond opened the door to his chambers, leading you into the room and shutting it behind you.  

He pulled you into an abrupt kiss, his lips molding against your own, surprising you with the sudden intensity.  “Seeing you with them…” He trailed off, dragging his long fingers down the sides of your neck, kissing you again.

Aemond backed you up until your legs hit the bed, moving to press himself against you as you collapsed onto the mattress.  

“Aemond…” You breathed into his mouth, feeling his tongue tracing your bottom lip.  

He pulled away just enough to look into your face, his violet eye burning with lust. His long hair tickled your chest as you gazed at him, caged in by his arms.  

“I want you to bear my children, Y/N.”

“Then you need to become by husband, Aemond.”

“I fully intend to.” He nuzzled against you, sucking bruises onto your neck.  

You arched into him, carding your fingers through his silken hair. “When?”

Aemond raised himself onto his forearms, hovering above you, his mouth curling into a small smile. “As soon as possible.  I’d wed you tomorrow given the chance.”

You felt him shift, his hand lifting your skirts and trailing up the inside of your leg. Almost subconsciously, you opened further to his touch. He fisted the fabric of your dress, bunching it around your waist, cool air causing your exposed skin to prickle.

“I am not a man of half-truths and empty promises, Y/N.”  Aemond had moved down your body, ghosting his mouth up to the apex of your legs.  You shivered in anticipation.

“I intend to have you, as a lover, as a wife, and as a mother to my children.”  Aemond hooked a finger on the band of your underclothes, placing a hot kiss to your center, mouthing at the thin fabric that still covered you.

You moved your hips against him, seeking friction, feeling the heat of arousal begin to seep from you.

“Hmm.”  Aemond pulled at the fabric of your garment, you raised your knees as he eased it off your body.  He took your legs in both hands, spreading you wider for him, looking down upon you, clearly enraptured.  “You’re already so wet for me.”  His tongue flicked out to wet his lips before lowering his head back to you, licking a warm stripe up your slit. A jolt of electricity shot to your core, you let out a mewling whimper, a hand tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he suckled at your clit.

A knock on the door sent panic straight to your heart, the two of you jumping apart.

“Aemond, are you in there?”  It was the voice of Queen Alicent, causing your blood to run cold as you looked for a place to hide.

“Yes, mother!  Just a moment.”  You had to give credit to your lover, his voice was as cool and calm as ever, giving away nothing considering he’d just had his head buried between your legs.

He motioned you to hide in the wardrobe by the bed, and you slipped into the darkness gratefully, clutching your discarded undergarment to your heaving bosom.  

You heard Aemond open the door, exchanging a few hushed words with his mother.  You couldn’t understand much of what was said but heard the name of Aemond’s brother, Daeron, who was currently living in Oldtown.

The door snapped shut once more, silence fell, making you wonder if Aemond had left his chambers with Alicent.  

“You can come out now, little mouse.”

He was standing pensively by the oaken table, hand resting upon the polished wood surface.  He looked to you as you hopped out of the wardrobe, his lips twitched as he noticed the underwear still in your hand.  

“That was far too close, Aemond.  It was your mother as well…”  You felt rather faint, lowering yourself to sit upon the mattress.  

He crossed the room to stand in front of you, taking your hands, rubbing his thumb along your clammy skin. “She wishes to meet with me, to discuss retrieving my younger brother from Oldtown.”  He kissed your forehead briefly, gazing down at you with his lilac eye. “I will also tell her of my intentions to wed you.”  

Aemond pulled on his overcoat, preparing to leave. “Don’t stray too far, my lady.” He turned back in the doorway. “I’ve not finished with you.”

You squeezed your thighs together, feeling bare beneath your heavy skirts.

He noticed, his pupil dilating at your reaction to his words. “You are not to touch yourself while I am gone.  I will be the only one bringing you pleasure tonight.”

You nodded weakly, already feeling a pool of heat reawaken in your belly.  “Don’t be too long.”

“Hmm, I shan’t be.  I wouldn’t my betrothed left wanting.”  Aemond gave you one last smoldering look before exiting the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

[afatallovesong]

Hewwooo:3 I was wondering if I can request a Ashton smut when it’s late and you’re asleep with him in bed and you have a lil naughty dream of him that it wakes him up and he gets alil annoyed but turns your dream into a reality but in a rough way?

Okay, you'll be glad to know, I actually kept to the request for once, hoorayyyyy

Hope you enjoy!!

Babe

An Ashton Irwin one shot

18+, Smut, NSFW

Word Count: 6512

There wasn’t a clock in your room. There never had been. For as long as he’d known you. It was just one of those sounds that grated on you no matter what time of day it was. In fact, you couldn’t stand any repetitive noises. The clicking of a pen lid, the tapping of fingers on a desk, it got to you, tickled you in an uncomfortable way. Your bedroom had to be a silent sanctuary, had to. You’d so often find yourself chasing sleep, unable to catch a single wink if there was nothing short of dead silence enveloping you.

Ashton had found it strange at first, unsettling really. It was one thing he never thought he’d be able to be on board with. He never thought you two would ever work with this sound barrier between you, but he fell hard anyway. He’d dwell in the quiet life if that’s what it took to be yours and he so desperately loved being yours.

He was partial to white noise. The waves on a shore, the light humming of traffic, birds singing outside, just soft, and subtle sounds to lull him into relaxation. Being a percussionist, it felt abnormal to be in complete silence. One time he actually panicked he may have gone deaf due to the conditions in your room. He could mostly blame his exhaustion for that scenario popping into his head, but it still freaked him out every now and then if he forgot.

It didn’t come without some advantages. It made him more sensitive to sounds and movements. It made him more perceptive of you and your routines. If he couldn’t catch any sleep, he’d lay there, waiting, hoping, trying to find something to send him away. He listened to music quite often. It was the most natural release he had. He’d lay and watch you, twisted onto your side, curled into a foetal position (you always ended up there eventually). He’d watch your form rise and fall on the mattress with each breath. He’d smile at how peaceful you’d seemed. He’d thank his lucky stars for bringing you into his life and then he’d listen to song after song until he joined you in slumber. Tonight, wasn’t going to be that easy.

He'd done his stages, he’d watched you drop into your routine, curling over, hugging your knees tight. He’d put his earphones in, picked a meditational track to try and soothe him. He’d been on the road for the last few months, so used to the engine of the tour bus or the movements of the other guys in their bunks to accompany him and rock him to sleep. It was difficult to adjust back to your silence. The tracks had helped him, they started noisily, a mixture of sounds to illustrate busyness in the environment. They died down, lessening, focusing on particularly calming vibrations. As the sounds condensed, his consciousness began to feel like it was slipping away. His breathing became deeper. His arms felt heavy. He was drifting away into his own wonderful mind. Almost in bliss.

He felt movements on the mattress. Beside him your body felt like it had dipped deeper before you shuffled back and forth back over to your side. He continued to focus on sleeping, he still felt ready to drop. Your movements subsided. He decided you were just adjusting yourself, getting more comfortable. He couldn’t blame you for that. He settled down again. Just a few breathing exercises would get him there. Breathe in. Hold for four. Breathe out. Hold for four. You moved again, backside nudging into his thigh. His eyes remain closed, his fingers start to twitch at his side with agitation and possibly sexual frustration, sharing a bed with you again after so long away definitely did things to him out of his control.

Next track. He needed to start again. He needed to repeat the process from scratch. Loud noise filled his ears again. He tries to still himself, but with your newly restless body shuffling beside him, he’s beginning to lose it. He starts tapping the bed on either side of his legs. Just slow beats drumming into the sheets. He’s still committing to his breathing exercises. You bump into him again only this time he swears you mutter as you do it. He keeps his earphones in but begins to listen out for you over the volume.

You’re mumbling. He wonders if you’re having a nightmare. If that’s why you can’t sleep in one set position. It was unusual for you to be so fidgety otherwise. He aches at the thought of you scared. He’d dive into your subconscious and protect you from your demons if he could. He wonders if he can soothe you from here, let you know he’s got you, that you’re safe. Your body stills as he thinks of it. Perhaps you’d made it out without him. He was alone once again.

You were still for a few more minutes. He’d been surrounded by the sweet sounds of the coast, sand crunching beneath footsteps, water washing over the shore, birds singing overhead as they flew. He was sinking. He was so close. He takes deeper breaths, mouth parting beyond his control. He starts to picture things in his mind, nothing that made sense, just images, colours, and shapes it would take hours to decipher the meaning of. It’s pretty, its bright and it’s so him. He’s so light, he’s weightless, floating away and- fuck. You made the strangest sound.

He removes his left earphone to see if you make it again. Nothing comes from you. Perhaps his own mind was playing tricks on him, keeping him awake as some kind of special torture created just for him. He definitely heard something. He swears it. There! You’re humming, almost whining. Your body shuffles a little. You’d left your ball of comfort, instead you lay on your side, one leg straight, the other bent on top of it.

He rolls onto his side now abandoning both earphones to focus his attention on you. He doesn’t reach out, doesn’t try to touch you. He just watches you. You seem peaceful enough. You were moving. You were rocking, sort of. He couldn’t find a better way to describe it. You were in motion, as if you were trying to get somewhere without ever really going. You huffed and sighed. It seemed like you were frustrated. He decided you could be stressed. Work had been hectic on both of your ends. You could just be tackling your problems in your sleep. He wasn’t sure. He wanted to help though.

He strokes over your back silently. He expects a reaction from you. He’s not sure what exactly, but something. You were well and truly, fast asleep. You continue your shuffling. He decides he may as well keep attempting to soothe you. It’s not as if he had anything better to do. He’d abandoned the idea of sleeping all together. If it happened later on then so be it but for now, all eyes were on you.

He swears your whines were getting louder. They were fewer and farther between. When they did appear, you were clear as day. He’d be lying if his attraction earlier in the night hadn’t crept back up on him again. He was rock solid, much against his will he thought. But then you moaned. You moaned his name. It was so sweet, so intoxicating. He thought he’d hallucinated. His eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. His hand dropped from your back. He waited for another. “Ash.” He held his breath. You weren’t having a nightmare, no, far from it. You were having a dream. A sweet like sugar, dripping with honey, sex dream. He’d never felt pride like it.

He thought about waking you. Even with the realisation that you were just as hot for him as he was for you, it didn’t feel right to purposefully stir you. He instead opted for sliding in closer behind you. He threw an arm around your waist. He buried his face in your hair and he held you. He held you closely into his chest. He just hugged you to him. The time for your shuffling was over. You’d leant back into him. You’d accepted his touch. It was as if he’d answered your prayers and given you what you needed unintentionally. He might have been slightly disappointed that all you wanted was a cuddle. He still wouldn’t say he didn’t love that. He did. He loved that you were needy for his closeness even in slumber.

“Ash.” You call. It’s quiet. It’s above a whisper but just barely. He wants to respond. He’s not sure if you’re sleep talking once more. “Ash.” You whisper it again. He kisses your shoulder to alert you he was there; he was with you. “You okay?” He chuckles into your skin, kissing you again. He wants to smother you in kisses. An appreciation. “I’m good, how are you?” He decides to do it. He litters the top of your spine, the tops of your shoulders. “I’m okay.” Your breath hitches as his kisses wander. “What you dreamin about?” You blush, he can’t see you, but you still blush. “You.”

He smirks into your skin. The blood is running straight between his legs. “Wondered what you were doing.” He begins his affections again. You shudder under the warmth of him. “Did I wake you?” Your breath is still shaky. “That would imply I slept at all.” He sucks a kiss into your left shoulder. “Which I haven’t quite managed.” You felt guilt. “It’s not your fault.” He adds, answering your thought. “So tired I’m not tired at all, you know?” You did. You knew it all too well. If you hadn’t been prescribed sleeping medication in the last year you don’t know where you’d be. Exhausted in a hole somewhere, was that too dramatic to imagine?

“Can I help?” You turn your face slightly. You try to catch a glimpse of him even if it hurts your neck to chase the idea. “I don’t know, can you?” You roll your eyes instinctively. He takes a bold step. He nudges your thighs, you separate them without question, allowing his knee to slot between them. He presses his leg right against your cotton clad cunt. You’re embarrassed at how wet you’d been. “I think I can help you though.” He rocks his leg torturously slowly over your pants. You don’t dare to fight the urge to grind down onto him.

He laughs a breathy chuckle over your neck. “Tell me about your dream.” You want to curl up and hide. You found it mortifying. You didn’t want to confess. You knew he’d never judge you. He never had. It still felt like this was something too personal. The inner workings of your mind. They were inner workings for a reason. “Come on, don’t be shy.” His leg switched pace. His hands grip onto your hips, burrowing into the thick flesh of them. He’s pulling you down onto him. You’re meeting his thigh, bouncing almost. You gasp, pussy clenching for something he hadn’t yet provided. “Tell me baby.” He nips your earlobe, and you lose it.

“Just you, you coming home, fucking me.” He gathered that much already. “That’s what got you all restless and rutting in your sleep.” He digs his fingers deeper, in a way that hurt, but a way that you’d begged for before. “Why don’t I believe you?” You bite down on your bottom lip as the heat pools between your legs. There was something so dangerous about the situation. You withholding information could lead to all kinds of punishment. Your pussy was drenched with your anticipation.

“I could stop. Let you go back to your dream; you liked me there.” You huff. “You’d really stop.” He hears the sadness in your tone, and he’s glad it’s there. “If you can’t be honest with me, how can I give you what you need?” You think about it but not for too long. You lean your head back, neck stretching, beckoning his lips to latch onto it. He does as he assumes you want. He attaches his teeth just below a vein pumping away.

“You fuck me everywhere. Every room. You just don’t stop. Say you missed me so much.” He’s humming with contentment at your words. “God, like a feral animal or something.” He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. “I loved it, Ash I need it. Need it like that.” He’s stirring from your words. He’s rocking his pelvis as well as his thigh. Shit. “You fucked me on the couch. Sat back and watched me ride you. Said you missed the way I wrapped around you.” He’s letting his hands wander, encouraging your words, drawing them from within. “You choked me.” Nothing new to him there. “Said you wanted to taste me.” This all seemed so normal. He retreats from you. “No, no please.”

He sighs. “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?” He doesn’t limit his hips, or his thigh moving. He just refuses to kiss you until you spit it out. “You wanted to cum in me. You needed to.” He felt his cock twitch at the thought of it. He never tired of filling you, didn’t suppose he ever would. “You said you wanted to taste it, Ash.” You start to grind down desperately onto his thigh. He realises just how close you were from sputtering your secrets. His mouth parts, jaw going slack. “Taste you.” He repeats. You nod quickly. You’re chasing your orgasm and he’s in slow motion processing your words. “You cum in me and you beg for a taste.” You groan.

Ash doesn’t think about his next move. He just does it. He’s sliding away from you. He’s standing from his side of the bed and he’s walking to the door. You’re panicking. Your chest is tightening, and you feel like you might cry. You were scared. He’d forced it out of you, and he’d left you upon hearing it. You pull yourself into a sitting position, eyes fixating on the wooden panels that line your bedroom. “Living room, now.” He orders. Your head snaps into the direction of the door. You choke on air.

You scramble out of your bedroom. You run down the hall faster than a kid on Christmas morning. When you reach the living room he’s seated on the sofa, thighs spread, hands tapping into them with impatience. You walk over to him, not seductively nor confidently. You were too timid for that. Your teeth had been tucked away into your bottom lip so deep you tasted the metallic flavouring of blood. “You take all that time and don’t even have the decency to remove your panties.”

He's pulling you in by the hips. He’s looking up at you, chin resting just above the lining of your underwear. Your fingers tuck themselves into his hair. You couldn’t have loved him more. He thinks the same. Looking up at you, the light around your head pronouncing you as some kind of angel. You were more than that, to him you were far more.

His fingers start to shift the thin fabric separating you. You don’t speak as he removes it. You just watch him. He slides them effortlessly down your thighs and he kisses you every now and again. He gives into his temptations, and he showers you in his love. “Gonna make your dreams come true.” He prods your calf, alerting you to lift your leg to step out of your underwear. “Yeah?” He laughs. Why is he always laughing? Everything was so damn amusing to him. “If it gets you that worked up-“he jolts your body into him and you take the warning to sit, knees sliding on either side of his thighs. “I need to see what all the hype is about hmm.”

You’re stood on your knees, breasts just before his face. He doesn’t let his eyes drop to them even once. He’s so focused on your eyes, so present and in the moment with you. “Want me?” You whine at it. “Need you.” You lower your face to kiss him. Your breasts bump into his chest as your bodies meet. He’s sighing into your lips, arms wrapping around you, pulling you down onto his lap. You’d not realised how perfectly lined up you had been until he slipped inside of you within a moment.

You surge forward even more. Your kiss rough on his lips. He’s devouring you. You’re the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and he’d be lying if he didn’t accept that as an addiction because that’s what you were to him, an inescapable feeling, a drug, he was endlessly begging to be prescribed. “Fuck.” You breathe over his lips. “You’re soaking me.” His nose brushes against your own. “You complaining?” He pulls your hair, your neck tilting all the way back. “Don’t forget your place.” You clench down on him and he smirks. “Pussy knows who you belong to so why don’t you.” You’re shuddering at his words.

He brings his lips to yours as his hands lower. Your stomach flutters as his rough fingers skim over you on their path down to your throbbing clit. “You feel close.” He mutters. You nod. His gentle touch just above your clit sends you mad. He was doing it on purpose. “Just can’t seem to find it.” He rubs another portion of you, and you whimper. “You’re horrible.” He reaches it and you gasp. “Ahh, there she is.” You fasten your lips on his, tired of his teasing when you’re aching for a release. You’d known you were hot, known you’d been horny, but this was frantic. This was pathetic. You felt like you would have died if he hadn’t given himself to you. Maybe you would have. You’re glad you didn’t have to find out.

“Gonna cum.” You tear away from his lips to warn him. He’s grinning. He’s surprised, you’d never finished this fast. He was so pleased you were going to. He couldn’t claim it as entirely his doing, but he wouldn’t dare tell you that. He was going to own it, to own you and he was going to cum. His cock had been teetering on the edge of bliss since the moment your ass brushed his thigh accidentally.

“Give it to me.” He starts thrusting upwards from beneath you. “Come on.” He’s pulling you in. You’re almost there. Just a few more strokes. Just a few more bites of his fingernails into your hips and you’re spilling over. You’re crashing around him. “Oh god, oh fuck.” He’s cumming. He couldn’t handle it. The moment you tightened around his length he was a goner. He’s fastening his lips around your breast. Your nipple slotted between his teeth, pinching it, aiding your release. You were shaking. You’d felt so much and all at once. His teeth, what was he doing to you? You felt so light, so unreal. You weren’t even here in the room.

Your lap sinks down eventually, ass sitting comfortably on his thighs allowing you to catch a much-needed breath. He fastens his arms tightly around your waist, surging your body forward to capture your lips as if he’d been away from you for far too long. You’re panting into each other. He kisses you with an astonishing vigour despite the exhaustion washing over the both of you, the sleeplessness. Its only seconds before your tongue is back in his mouth, hands wrapped in his locks just like they had been before. His cock twitches ecstatically inside of you, still deep and leaking his arousal into you. He shocks you, lifting his lap, rotating you along with his knees, left towards the rest of the couch. You panic at the shift, not even the action itself. With a quick motion he’s lifting, cock nearly slipping from you entirely.

“Don’t, I’ll make a mess.” He wants to smirk and provide a proud “Yes you will.” But he fights the urge. You felt him leaking from you, it was only a matter of time before the mixture of your finishes were staining the couch beneath you. This is it; you think. He’d going to do it. He’s going to taste. He pushes you onto your back with a huff, bodies still tangled, cock still firm within you. “No, no baby.” He coos. He kneels between your legs, chest pressed to yours, eyes looking down between you both to your connected state that he’d managed to keep. “Cause you’re going to fucking keep it inside of you.” If you could do anything but moan, you don’t even think you would.

He brushes a gentle finger across your clit to accompany his words, your pelvis reacts, lifting into him, needily humping at him. He drops his mouth into a little “o.” Deep down he wasn’t surprised, you had always been desperate for him, even if you fought it, but he didn’t need you to know that. “Still sensitive.” You want to whimper; you suspect you may have. “Bucking your hips for me.” He observed. His knack for noticing even your most disguised form of pleasure taking had always gotten on your nerves. There was no surprising him, he was far too intelligent and in tune with your reactions to let an action like that go unnoticed. He tuts. “Still hard for you.” He laughs, his own hips rocking. Is that why he hadn’t moved yet?

“Feel it?” You nod. “Yeah?” He’d have liked words, words were always better than glances or pathetic shakes of your head, but you were so worn out, you’d done so well, and he was so proud of you, but your job just wasn’t done. “Want me to use you? Make it go away.” It was never what you intended but you weren’t upset. You nod more, pouting your lips for some kind of pity from him, any kind. “You want a kiss?” He cups your face in his hand. His fingers stroke over your tear-stained cheek. It wasn’t a terrible thing to find the dampness there. He knew he hadn’t pushed too far, knew he hadn’t hurt you, because he never would, and even if he had by some form of accident, you’d have told him. You instead cried from frustration and then more so for release. An orgasm you’d worked too hard for, held for so long and then finally on his commands you were elated to be granted it. So euphoric that you’d cried with joy.

“Maybe you should make me cum first. Since this whole thing was your idea and you dragged me into it.” He toys with the idea in his mind. You’d tantrum if he did it. Which would have been a hindrance if it didn’t result in some kind of punishment, he quite enjoyed the idea of giving. You hadn’t misbehaved in so long he was starting to worry that he hadn’t corrupted you as much as he’d been bragging about to his friends. On the other hand, you were so good for him recently, it would be fair to give you what you need, while he takes what he needs, and he could be fair. Choices, choices. Your lips were just there, so plump, swollen from his kiss already. “Fuck, you know you always get a kiss.”

He leans into you, his nose slots neatly beside yours, head tilting to glide his lips over your own. You release all of the tensions in your body, drowning in the sofa and his love. You give yourself over to him. A kiss with him was all you’d ever needed; you’d give your life for another if the occasion was ever there. He enjoys it too, just as much, if not more. He wanders back to the thought of you around him though, your tongue slipping into his mouth not as distracting as it usually was. Of course, he’s not usually inside of you for this long, never warms himself inside your wetness in this way and my God, you are so wet. You’re dripping.

Your mixed juices almost unbearable to contain. Even with a mesmerising kiss such as this, he found it nearly impossible to act as if he wasn’t enjoying the feeling of you. You’d ruined your couch, there was no doubt in your mind or his, about that. He felt bad, sure, but not enough for him to stop. Couch be damned, he thought. He could buy you a new one if it didn’t clean well enough, God knows he already built you a new bed after cracking the last one. It was an investment at this point, the use it would have. He may as well make the most of you now the damage was done, waste not, want not, just imagine it being sexier.

His hips pistol into you, skin slapping yours, the noise echoing through the living room just the way you liked it. You’re no longer a tight glove fixed around him, you’re instead just a wet hole, filled to the brim with him. You’re something he can ram into, no concern for the stretch, for the potential pain of his first thrust. He wished he had the stamina to do this more often. To take you like this. Your tightness over his cock was his weakness but this, this was just divine. The promise of your pleasure and the wetness of your orgasm had given him such a high level of satisfaction that you may as well have ruined sex for him for the rest of his life. This is what it means to make love, this is how good it feels.

“Fuck, so fucking good.” You mutter, tears forming again out of your control. “Say it again, tell me how good it is.” He latches his teeth onto your shoulder, hands kneading your ass, pulling you up from the cushions, allowing him to drive into you deeper. You’re melting under the intensity, and he knows it but it’s just too good, you’re too good. He feels like if he didn’t communicate it, didn’t run it by you, then he wasn’t doing it right. He needed you, your tone, your moans, your tears. “Fuck me so good. Use me like I’m nothing.”

He wants to roll his eyes with pleasure, you were so fucked out and still you knew the right words to say. You were stirring him in a way that only you could. “Not nothing baby, you’re not nothing.” You were fucking everything. He’d tell you if he wasn’t so pent up. He mumbles, shaking his head to focus on his cock, its sensitivity inside your slick cunt. “Best fucking pussy.” He’d be more romantic, but he didn’t have it in him. He wants to cry. You clench around him, and he wants to fucking cry.

Your eyes flutter closed, his lips find yours and you gratefully litter his soft lips with as many kisses as you can muster to encompass his moans. You wanted to help him so badly. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close.” He’s whiny and desperate. He sounds like such a little bitch, and he knows it, worries about it, but he can’t stop. You’d wrecked him. He wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t capable of holding on, pretending he had it together. He was falling apart at the seams. He was succumbing to your hold on him. You had weakened him into a needy state he’d never once imagined he’d be adept to and there was no more holding off.

“Come on, sweet boy, cum for me.” You play with his chain, fingers grasping the metal, his eyes rocketing down to your fingers. “Doing so good for me.” He lets out a huff of air, before another small wail. He’s so close, he’s hellbent on fighting it. He wants more, wants you to finish too. He knew it was too ambitious. There was no way he’d last through it. He was so disappointed in himself. “Give it to me.” You push, hoping to awaken his dominant side. It was okay to take what he wanted from you. “Give me everything.”

You can’t describe the sound he made accurately enough. It was a gut-wrenching desperation. You felt so bad for him, fighting for his finish, holding himself back, sweet boy. “Want my cum?” His eyes are soft when they look to yours. You see water pooling at his lower lash line and your heart hurt to see it. You want to reach out and tell him it’s okay, so unused to seeing him this way. This was usually a reaction shown on your own face not his.

“Yes, yes please.” You moan melodically to coax him closer. You caress his cheek with the back of your hand and his lips slip down to your wrist to place a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss there. “Say it baby please.” He wants to be demanding and strong but he’s on the brink of utter despair. “Say you want my cum, please fucking say you want it.” He’s fucking into you so erratically, so harshly. He barely maintains eye contact, your precious gaze too much for him to bear. Your heart breaks for him. “Need it Ash, need your cum, want to feel it.” You kiss him between sentences. “Want all of it, give it to me, cum in me.”

He lets out a strangulated groan as his cock pulses and leaks into you drop by drop. His eyes snap shut, his lips twitching and contorting involuntarily. He’s overcome by an ethereal bliss he’d never known before. He felt rather invincible. He thought he came hard the first time but now saw that he was entirely wrong, never been more wrong actually. “Fuck, fuck Ash, oh it feels-“he cuts you off with ease, “like fuckin heaven.” He admits. “Exactly like heaven.” You confirm as his forehead pushes to rest on your own, his face is turning subtly as he comprehends the power of the emotion wracking his body. “You’re my heaven, you know that?”

He meets your eyes. You take heavy breaths together. Your eyes transfixed on one another. There was a connection between you so strong in this moment that it felt like you were the only two people in existence. No one else had ever come close. There were never two souls more meant for each other than you and him. Shaking breaths and the thudding of hearts against your two chests had envisioned that.

Water gathers, clumping your lower lashes together. He’d wipe them dry with his thumb only he can’t take his eyes away from them long enough to move. The small pearls of tears forming before beginning their journey of sliding down your pretty cheeks. How lucky they were to touch you in such a way. He wanted them to evaporate before they had the opportunity to fall but there was just something so touching about the way you empathised with him. Crying at the sign of his finish, so deeply grateful that he had the chance to, enough to stir you into a reaction like this.

He wants to stay. He wants to live in your warmth for eternity, but he still has a job to do. He has to make your dream come true. God help him he’d thought of nothing else since you uttered it. “Gonna pull out.” He pecks your lip. “Give you what you wanted.” You’re throbbing again. How was it that you were throbbing?

He’ll admit he wasn’t turned on by the idea of the taste. He’d never been curious. He hadn’t wanted to know. It was the way you had wanted it that caught him off guard. You were the only reason he’d ever attempt something like this. That’s what he thought at first. Then his tongue lapped up the waterfall cascading from you. He cleaned up the liquid you’d leaked. You pushed your pelvis into him and suddenly he was thirsty. He was dehydrated. He was parched.

He hooked his arms under your thighs bringing you ever closer to him and he buried his tongue inside of you. He only meant to try it. He only meant to lick a little, gather the taste on his lips before bringing them back to yours to share the flavour. He couldn’t pull himself away. He wanted more. He wanted every last drop. You were moaning so loud, even over the noises of him lapping away at your shared juices, he heard your moans. “Fuck, Ash.” He was so hungry. You were going to cum again from the determined look in his eyes alone.

He never stopped. Even when he felt the warm fluids dripping from his lips, down his chin and onto the cushion beneath him, he didn’t stop. You were cumming again, your hips were jittering, twitching into his mouth. He was like a man possessed. “Too much, oh my god, fuck Ash.” Your hands were in his hair, trying to pull him away and despite him wanting to fight you on it, he withdrew himself. You stared at him bewildered. He may have looked the same, wiping his chin with the back of his hands as he sat back on his knees. “I gotta lock you down.”

He leans to kiss your lips, but you let out and exhausted laugh before he can, just missing him by an inch. “Don’t know what’s so funny.” He feigns offence all while smiling, as if he hadn’t just done what he just did. As if it hadn’t phased him. He didn’t think he cared. He chases your kiss a second time, you escape him with an intangible ease again. He sighs with annoyance before trapping your face, his thumb on one cheek the rest of his fingers on the other, stationing you in place. He kisses your pouting lips, you let your eyes roll back as you taste yourself on his mouth. It was far greater than you ever thought it would be and you weren’t too wrecked to acknowledge it. He pulls away finally before releasing you to continue speaking. You were lucky you were cute.

“As I was saying.” You roll your eyes at his persistence rather than eroticism. “Don’t give me that. Where’s this attitude coming from?" He’s mocking you and you love that; he’d flipped the switch immediately back to sweet boyfriend mode. You loved it, but he also sounds demeaning and if you were brutally honest, quite parental in the way he scolded you. You knew a blush had coated your cheeks at the realisation. You wonder if this was the only time, he’d exhibited that authority or if it was just the only time, you’d caught it. “Just made you cum twice is all, think I get a little credit.” He nods his head, but you know it’s not in agreement it’s in consideration of your case. “Think you make the rules cause your pussy can’t keep away from me.” You sure hoped you didn’t, you wanted a telling off.

You try so hard not to laugh when he speaks again. “I’m just a big joke to you hmm.” He’s in a borderline tantrum state, ready to lecture you jokingly until you behaved. If it wasn’t for the pending pout, you’d continue to push him into retaliation. You instead kiss him sweetly to soften him, but his features remain depleted. “I’m not mad, baby, just disappointed.”

You can’t fight it anymore. “You’re so fucking weird.” You nearly snort, ruining any chances of being sexy ever again. He really was acing this paternal disapproval. He’d heard that line many times in his life. He grins back, he knew he was being ridiculous, but it was too fun to stop now. It was late, you were so exhausted, but you were hit with such a pleasant come down that you’d feared you’d be awake for the next 24 hours just to enjoy this euphoria with him. This level of giddiness and goofiness that had you quickly grasping the idea that he just might be the only other person on earth who understood you.

“You’re so right, and so fucking rude at the same time. I just ate your pussy so hard, and you’re sat here laughing at me. Got me tasting my own cum because you begged and you’re mocking me. Hurts baby. Remind me why I like you.” He arches a brow as if he didn’t know the million reasons inside and out. You try something, a gentle reminder, a simplistic action. You watch his face to see if it has any affect. You clamped your hand down on him, squeezing his softening length while tangling the fingers of your spare hand in his hair. You felt him twitch and almost think he’d hardened again from it. “Yeah, you’re right.” He sighs into your neck that he now buries his face in briefly. You smile with a satisfaction money can’t buy, not even his.

“Can’t just squeeze me like that to get a win.” He pouts against your throat. “It’s all I got baby.” You stroke his hair, taming his locks albeit aimlessly considering it was practically sentient with a life form of its own bouncing it back into its previous position. “Think you got more going for you than that.” Ever the sweetheart he beams at you. “That’s probably one of your finer skills though.” You take it back; he’s a dick and you hate him. “But you do it so well.” He patronises and strings out the Ls. “Thanks babe.” You scoff. “You’re so welcome babe.” He always needed the last word. “Love you babe.” You combat. He smirks before he speaks again. “Eh, you’re alright.”

He earns a swift smack to the side of his head, you didn’t apply much force, but you suspected that even if you had, that indestructible barrier of hair would have softened the blow anyway. “Love you sooooooo much.” He pecks your lip. “Babe.” You’d always hated the word but coming from his tongue, you loved the way it sounded. “Still gonna to lock you down.” You groan, writhing beneath him as if to escape the coming monologue despite knowing you were well and truly trapped beneath him. “Make you no good for anyone else hmm.” He pins your wrists like it’s nothing. “You’re hot.” He really was. “You’re also relentless.” He resents that, even if it is the truth. “Yeah, well if I annoyed you that much you wouldn’t be dreaming bout my dick.” He had several other points to add but he felt it best to with withdraw from the argument. “You love me though, right?” He couldn’t tell if he was playing or genuinely vulnerable enough to need it said. “Of course.” You kiss him, he let out a sigh of relief. “Dream Ash anyway.”