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polarisjisung · 7 months ago

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MOTORBIKES & MELATONIN

synopsis: sleep doesn't find you in the comfort of your own home or under the covers tucked safely into your bed— sleep finds you in the warmth of park jisung's arms

wc: 1.1k

pairings: jisung × fem!reader, established relationship

genre: fluff

warnings: insomnia + mentions of using sleeping pills/supplement use of the word drug (literally once), speeding (follow the speed limit 🙏)

notes: emosung brainrot is in full swing (though there's not a lot of emosung mentioned) mostly self indulgent so probably not my best work since I was all up in my head but 🤷‍♀️

you're laying on your bed, aimlessly bouncing the soft tennis ball in your hand against the empty space of the wall just above your headboard. sleep never came easy to you and tonight is no different.

you'd tried it all, counting sheep, drinking warm milk, even meditation but nothing ever worked. instead you spent nights tossing and turning restlessly despite being tucked into the warm covers of your bed, chasing sleep.

just as you reach for the purple bottle that lays next to your bed, ready to pour half the jar of supplements into your hand and gulp them down with a glass of water, you hear it.

your perfect form of melatonin and serotonin mixed in one— your drug, your purpose.

the rumble is distinct. it comes with the soft vibration beneath your feet and the deep reverberation in your ears. the roaring of the v twin engine has you shooting up into a seated position as realisation washes over you

there's a dim red glow cast across your room by the break lights as you grab the loose fit leather jacket that rests over the back of your study chair. the woody oriental cologne still lingers through its material as you place it over your shoulders and run out of the front door.

there he is, helmet gripped loosely in his left hand, his right arm open and ready to welcome you into his embrace.

jisung's black hair flows in the wind, his forehead on show— paired with the soft smile he flashes you, you can't help but think he looks perfect.

"didn't even give me a chance to sneak into your room" he sulks taking you in between his arms, giving you a quick spin as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead

"can't blame a girl for wanting to see her boyfriend" you sigh, taking in his warmth with a smile

"yeah?" he pulls back to get a better view of your face, "miss me that much angel?"

"you know it sung"

his laugh is deep yet gentle, eyes sparkling at the sight of you

"well I'm here now"

jisung takes a quick step around you, his touch feather light as he gathers your open hair into a low ponytail, reaching for the hair tie on his wrist to tie it back

"too tight?" he says, voice full of worry and concern— when you shake your head he smiles, placing his helmet over your head

you wonder how people could ever think jisung was anything but the sweet, kind and warm hearted lover you knew, who wouldn't dare let you move an inch to do something he could do for you, like how he gently takes ahold of you in his arms and places you onto the seat of his bike, eventually taking your arms and wrapping them around his waist

"hold on tight" he whispers in that caring tone of his, that's reserved solely for you, ready to whisk you away for the night and you do just that, gripping his waist securely, but not before lifting his visor and pressing a quick kiss to his temple

jisung drives off, wordlessly but with a smile that speaks volumes

there's a warmth that radiates from jisung's body, the only thing keeping you from freezing as the wind rushes past you, blowing with harsh whistles, tyres screeching against the ground as he takes sharp turns through the streets leading towards the countryside

you'd snuck out before, driven way too far over the speed limit, done countless things that would define your reckless youth and yet nothing had your veins coursing with quite so much adrenaline as this, driving way too far, way too fast, with jisung, the person you loved way too much

like always, you find yourself in jisung's lap, god forbid he let you sit on the grass, wet from the fresh morning dew that rests over it, warm hues of orange and light pinks taking over the sky as you hold one another close, the wind still blowing strong gusts your way, your hair blowing in your face until jisung decides to take it between his fingers and hold it back in his palm

"I like this" you whisper, just loud enough that jisung hears it, his lip rising just enough for his teeth to come on show

"I like you" he responds, watching the warm glow of the sun reaching over the horizon through your eyes

"you do?" you smile, wider than you previously had been, it's a smile that reaches your eyes and jisung's unwavering gaze grows brighter at the realisation

"you're my girl, of course I do"

this time it's his turn to press a quick kiss to your forehead, but jisung's greedy, especially so when it comes to you and he can't help but want more, honey brown eyes resting on your lips

"give me a kiss and I think I'll love you forever" you can't help but giggle at the tickling feeling of jisung's hair against your neck as he pouts up at you

"yeah? didn't know my boyfriend needed kisses to do that" you tease with a roll of your eyes

"didn't know your what?" he asks, and you know exactly what jisung's doing, so you whisper the answer with nothing more than a shy smile straight into his ear

"my boyfriend"

"present" jisungs hand is raised and his voice is confident when he looks at you again, it's like he's begging you to tug at his shirt and crash your lips against his, and who were you to say no to him

"you're so cute" you let out between kisses, the bridge of your nose resting against jisung's, who now wears a look of faux offence

"yeah?" he asks, hoping you'll change your mind, though you don't let up, reaching out to ruffle his black hair "only for you"

somewhere between the late hours of the night and the early hours of dawn, between the quietus of your bedroom and the roar of his engine, between gazing up at the stars and watching the sunrise by the harbour— jisung hears your soft snores replace the quiet whispers of awe you once breathed out.

despite it all, jisung's smile remains all the same, radiant, warm and masked by the matte black helmet resting atop his head

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lex-the-flex · 1 year ago

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Cosmic Veins

Luke Skywalker x reader

Summary: Rekindling after an unfortunate assignment, Luke devotes himself as the wonderful man that he is to strengthen your relationship, and fulfills only a fraction of his destiny.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning(s): MEGA FLUFF, the reader and Luke just being in love, all the feelings; (both good & bad), mentions of amnesia, the reader + Luke being slightly insecure about the future, just two Jedi in their prime, Luke being a dutiful Jedi Master, the duo discovering their love languages, 18 + – PURE SMUT, loss of virginity (reader), oral f! receiving, body + skin appreciation, and unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

A/N: It’s about time that I wrote for Luke! It’s been a hot minute and I love this man so much. 18+ FIC, MINORS DNI!! Thank you to @dailydragon08 for the AMAZING lines to kick off the smut. You're an absolute god! Feedback is always appreciated and enjoy!

Salt and lavender lingered through the air whilst the calming sounds of Naboo’s endless waves turn your room into the private sanctuary it was meant to be. The sun threatens to peek over the horizon of the still ocean while you stir in your sleep beneath the fresh silk bedding. Turning your head into the layers of plush pillows, your brows scrunch at the visions behind your eyes. Jolting awake, you gasped for air, praying that the dreams would soon end.

The conflict finally subsided in the past, but the wounds remain on your heart. Luke had returned from the Dark Side, from the vile control of an evil presence that you never got to meet. Unfortunately, when Leia couldn’t find it in herself to fight her own brother, her twin, you were put on the chopping block.

And it nearly cost your life. You were thrown into a coma for two months, but the worst part: you suffered from a miniscule moment of amnesia. You couldn’t remember anything about Luke Skywalker or your friends. Luckily they refused to give up and you recovered in time with the Rebellion by your side. Once you did, Leia immediately prompted a change of scenery for you and Luke. The two of you needed to get away from everything to heal.

Removing your hand from your chest, you ran it along the empty side of the bed where you expected Luke to be. But he wasn’t. He refused to sleep in the same bed as you, in fear of hurting you, so he took to the marble floor. Gazing over to his usual spot on the floor by the changing screen, the makeshift bedding was messy, and he was gone. Twirling the engagement band around your ring finger, you fixate on the pale amethyst encased in silver within the dim light, and you remember why Luke gave it to you in the first place.

Wiping your face, you spotted your dark ebony robes neatly folded on the desk, and the room’s scents kickstarted the day. So with a heavy sigh, you quietly got dressed, and your faithful handmaid, Winter, brought you breakfast and to announce that Luke promptly requested to see you on the beach. You could feel that something was different in the air; he had good news to share, and a smile finally filled your lips for the first time in a long time. Descending the stone steps of the courtyard to the beach, you finished your early breakfast and discarded the pear’s core amongst the flower bushes where it would be finished by the sparrows momentarily.

Rounding the corner, you spotted Luke amongst the dawn as your boots crunched the pebbled sand below. Noticing that he was deep in a meditative state, you quietly kept your distance, not wanting to disturb him. Glancing back towards the staircase, you thought about leaving for a second, but your feet remained planted.

“No, don’t go. You’re as strong as the waves, Y/N.”

Inching closer to Luke, a large smile overtakes his lips, and he closes his arms around you. Feeling yourself let go in his embrace, his warmth was comforting as if it was something you were missing. Basking in your company, Luke kisses your forehead.

“Everything alright? You’re trembling.” He asks, running his hands up and down your arms.

“I’m fine, Luke. I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You reply, gazing into his blue eyes.

“Are your dreams still bothering you?” He asks.

Raising his hand to your temple, Luke silently begins to peer into your mind, ready to discover what’s troubling you. But you take his gloved hand in yours instead.

Rubbing your knuckles, he quietly understands that your nightmares are at their end, as is the shared exile.

“They’re not the worst thing I’ve dealt with. Trust me.” You smirk.

Chuckling at your response, Luke shields his eyes at the sight of the morning sun starting to peer out from under the waves. Basking in your company, Luke clasps his hands around your shoulders and a burst of excitement fills his face.

“So, I have a small surprise for us, Y/N. Before my security team arrived, my Commander told me that he discovered something just off the coast.” Luke explains, leading you further down the beach.

“A surprise sounds lovely, Luke. Besides, it gives us a chance to evade the power hungry Senators and staff for once.” You laugh at Luke’s proposition.

Following Luke towards the end of the beach, the various oak trees start to blend with the damp sand and pebbles. Reaching the beginning of Naboo’s uncharted woods, the sight of a few broken rock walls line the shore before descending into the water. Taking in the new beauty of the planet’s nature, Luke playfully covers your eyes, careful not to spoil the surprise.

“Are you ready? We’re here.” He teases.

“Yes! The suspense is killing me, Luke! What is it?” You ask, trying to break his fingers apart.

Removing his hands, you’re suddenly greeted with the view of an old and abandoned stone tower jutting out from the water. Surrounded by a ring of ferns and moss, the tower perfectly camouflages in the rest of the planet's green fauna.

Your jaw nearly hits the floor at this awesome sight. Sure you and Luke had discovered many old ruins in the past, but nothing compared to this.

“It’s an old lookout tower. Long before the Clone Wars, Naboo’s trading system used to operate on its soldiers living in lookout towers. Commander Uphsur said that this is only one of two remaining. I've already taken a look at the other one, but there’s something special about this tower. Like it’s calling to me.” Luke confidently explains.

Refusing to believe him, you shoot him a nasty look.

“Did you just make that up?” You question, crossing your arms together.

“Yeah, I just made that up.” Luke nods, admitting his defeat.

Nudging his elbow, you both smile at his joke.

“Alright, Master Jedi, how are we getting across? We could jump.” You advise.

Climbing to the top of a small boulder, Luke offers his hand and you join him, getting a better view of the tower. Then, without thinking, he dives into the cold water and resurfaces with a gasp for fresh air.

“Luke, what are you doing? You’ll catch a cold!” You shout, hesitant about jumping in.

“Come on, the water’s only a little chilly! Let’s enjoy the ocean while we can!” He emphasizes, wiping his wet hair from his face.

With a deep breath, you launch yourself from the boulder and jump into the salty water below. Whining at the freezing water, the sound of Luke’s laughter fills the nature sanctuary.

“Oh, you liar! You actually thought swimming during the spring would be a good idea?!” You shout, frantically swimming towards Luke.

“I had to get you to join me somehow.” Luke replies at his victory.

Splashing a wave in Luke’s direction, he uses the Force to block the water before meeting up at the base of the tower.

“Now that’s cheating! How dare you block my shot!” You say, making your way to the tower.

“Don’t doubt my abilities, Y/N! Besides, we all could use some fun in our lives.” Luke answers, extending his hand down to you.

Joining your palm around Luke’s, he pulls you from the stream, satisfied with his trick. Shaking your drenched robes, you scoff at the foggy weather. Opening the old door, Luke rams his shoulder, cracking the weather wood in the process. Wandering inside the tower, the blinding light of the morning sun shines on the light grey stone flooring.

Squinting inside, the once lived in tower remains empty with nothing inside. Squeezing your braid, you try to get as much of the water out as you make a circle around the room’s interior. Scrunching your brows, you take in the emptiness of this place, wondering as to why Luke brought you here.

“There’s nothing in here. Why are we here, Luke?” You ask, unlatching your heavy cloak from your shoulders.

Standing above the remnants of an destroyed tiny desk, Luke wipes off his dusty gloves.

“Can’t I spend some time with my fiancée before we return to Ossus? That’s all I want right now.” Luke replies, with his back to you.

“Luke, why are we here?” You ask again with a more serious tone, determined to get an answer.

Turning to face you, Luke steps toward you, stopping to look you in the eye.

“I couldn’t have the Senators and the others in the Palace eavesdrop. I already feel like a foreigner in my mother’s domain and you know I’m right. The truth is, I’m scared, Y/N. I’m terrified of what the future will bring …especially after I hurt you. I nearly killed you with my own hands and I wasn’t myself.” Luke’s shaking voice makes tears fill your eyes.

A lump rises in the back of your throat whilst Luke bends his head down to you, almost as if he’s bowing to you out of respect. Taking your hands in his, he guides his thumb over the engagement ring he gifted to you out of pure duty.

“But I’m here. I’m alive and stronger than ever because of you, Luke. I know the gem doesn’t feel like much, but it means the world to me. It means you love me with all our heart. I’ve never had anyone step up the way you have, regardless if they were a Jedi or not. You are your father’s son, Luke, but you are so much like your mother.” You explain, taking Luke’s face in your hands, with your eyes fixated on his facial features.

“Will this change us from our paths, Y/N? I’ve gone past the Code. I’ve been on both sides of the Jedi Way, but this feels different from anything else I’ve felt before. Even though we aren’t meant to know the future, I can’t help but decide what I want, what I need.” He explains, walking closer to you.

Placing your hand in the center of his chest, Luke leans his forehead against yours, matching his heartbeat in time with your soothing rhythm. The pale amethyst beams up into Luke’s peripheral vision, allowing him to fully combat the moment. His bright icy eyes reflect against your e/c orbs just as his pink lips hover an inch above yours.

The presence of his hands playing with your belt’s sash makes butterflies rise in your stomach. As the two of you stood here in this private intimate point in time, the two of you were no longer Jedi. But two people who are in love with each other to the very core.

“What do you want?” You ask, raising your chin.

Breathing out, Luke swallows his pride.

“You.”

Closing his lips around yours, you barely have time to register his answer as his hands begin to wander along your drenched robes. Roaming against the seams and stitching of the sash at your hips, Luke quickly rids you of the tight knot, while guiding you backwards into the growing sunspot. Discarding the ebony robes from your chilled form, freeing your exposed chest underneath. Descending your goosebumped filled body, Luke glides his lips along every part of your exposed skin, and tugs around the shape of your breasts, letting go once you begin to shiver unnaturally from the cold.

Untying your boots, he pulls your pants from your shaking legs, hoping to quickly get you warm. Ridding himself of his frigid clothes, Luke is suddenly hypnotized by the beauty of your nude form, his lips pressed along the crease of your hips, and continues towards the sensitive skin of your thighs. Collecting your throbbing folds in his lips, your mouth falls open just as Luke’s tongue plays with the bundle of nerves.

Running your fingers through his dirty blonde hair, Luke inserts his tongue past your virgin entrance, hoping to explore all of you first. Moaning at this unfamiliar feeling, your fingers repeatedly scratch his scalp as the booming sound of your heartbeat fills your ears, drowning out every other sound.

“Luke?” You call out.

Immediately stopping, Luke stands up in a heartbeat and gives you all of his attention.

“Yes?” He responds, taking your chin in his hand.

“I need all of you.” You whisper before him.

Collapsing your arms around his broad shoulders, your nearly exhausted pants fill the air.

Deepening the kiss once more, Luke captures your taste in your mouth, before laying you down in the middle of the floor on top of his cloak. Hovering above your body, Luke gives you soft kisses along your jaw, allowing some of your tension to disappear. Closing the space between you, Luke guides your legs around his waist, opening yourself to him. Shifting yourself to get comfortable, Luke adjusts his weight to his knees, and presses his hands on either side of your face.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” Luke says, touching your nose with his.

“You won’t, Luke. I trust you.” You whisper, closing your eyes.

Capturing your neck with a series of kisses, Luke gently touches his manhood against your openings causing you to gulp at the sensation of it all. Teasing your throbbing folds with his erect tip, a gasp escapes your lips and you grip his broad shoulders at the unknown feeling of your bodies melting around each other. Your bundle of nerves soak up Luke’s warmth and he slowly thrusts himself past your entrance, Luke desperately wanted nothing more than to be deep inside of you, allowing you to surrender to his euphoria. Wincing at this foreign feeling, you lean into his arms, silently begging for support and Luke senses your growing desperation.

“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” He asks into your ear.

“No, I’m alright. Just keep going.” You answer.

Smiling at your sudden boost of confidence, Luke quickened his pace, wanting to feel you around him. Trailing his lips down to your collarbones, the sweet sounds of your shared moans became more valuable than anything on Naboo. Gliding your hands down Luke’s muscular form, you suddenly became overwhelmed with all the love and lust in the world, causing a few tears to fall down your face.

Pepper kissing your tears away, Luke’s lungs suddenly clogged with lust as he opened himself up to you, and he buried his face in the softness of your neck. Stretching himself out, you welcomed his pleasure into your heart as he placed his hand on your chest. Discovering your sensitive spot, you both moaned and whimpered at how good everything felt. Digging your nails deeper into Luke’s hot skin, you felt a fluttering in your stomach.

“I’m here, Y/N.” Luke says as his voice echoes in your ears.

Nodding at his declaration, you couldn’t handle the tension for a second longer, and your walls squeezed around Luke. Finishing after you, your whole body went numb and Luke’s ears started to ring. Shielding your nude skin from the cold, Luke pulled his cloak around tired body. Hugging his muscular form, the warmth of his cloak made your eyelids grow heavy as Luke gave you his arm to lay on.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. Even until the end of time.” Luke declares, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“I love you beyond the limits of stars, Luke.” You reply, feeling sleep take over your mind.

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jaybird3756 · 7 days ago

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Httyd Demigod AU headcanons

From a practicing Norse pagan. My experience with the Gods may be different from others' because gods appear differently to different people.

Hiccup: Odin or Njord. Odinn's domain includes knowledge, curiosity, wisdom, and creativity. Hiccup's bravery in being willing to befriend a dragon and then challenge the belief that dragons are monsters reminds me of Odin. In Riders of Berk (When Lightning Strikes), Hiccup gets struck by lightning purposefully to prove that Thor isn't angry with Toothless but that lightning is attracted to metal. That's a pretty hardcore approach to solving problems with science. I also mention Njord because his character is similar to Hiccup. Njord's domain includes fishing, travel, and peaceful seas. Hiccup is a wanderer, and adventurer at heart, a trait which matches both Odin and Njord. Hiccup is also very diplomatic, and his connection to dragons which are used as travel and also a means to provide for people (the way dragons are used for fishing, plowing fields, etc) brings Hiccup very close to the symbolic domain of Njord.

Astrid: Tyr or Skadi. Tyr's domain includes war, justice, and the skies. Astrid is a ferocious warrior who stops at nothing to protect her loved ones and in the later movies she becomes very level-headed and practical, qualities I associate with Tyr. However I think being a child of Skadi is a better fit for her. Skadi's domain is winter but her story also contains aspects of vengeance and strength. Astrid has also had trouble with being quick to anger and eager for revenge (Fright of Passage and A-Team are great examples). Skadi is also the wife of Njord, although Astrid and Hiccup are far more compatible. (Skadi picked Njord for his beautiful feet)

Fishlegs: Eir or Freyr. Eir is a handmaiden of Frigg and her domain is healing; like Frigg, she is one of the common hearth-gods who would have a prominent place of honor in the home. Fishlegs has always seemed more domestic than the others due to his gentle nature and enjoyment of life's little pleasures like his meditation garden. Freyr's domain includes summer, peace and prosperity, sunshine and fair weather, (also Big D I'm not kidding). Fishlegs thrives in times of peace and has a warm demeanor. He also is great at coming through for his friends when he's needed. Freyr is the owner of many magical artifacts, much like Fishlegs and his gadgets and dragon knowlege.

Snotlout: Bragi. I have very strong feelings about this choice, and it's an unusual one. Bragi's domain is art, music, poetry, and eloquence. Snotlout is very performative in everything that he does in a way that feels more like a theater kid than just bragging and bravado. Snotlout is charismatic and very skilled in more than just battle. He's great at stitching (Night of the Hunters), singing (Crash course, Imperfect harmony, Tone Death), acting (last auction heroes), and even writing (family matters). In my experience with Bragi, he is a proud, confident, and boastful poet warrior who is well learned in both swordplay and wordplay. I feel that Snotlout would try to bluff that he's a child of one of the famous warrior gods like Thorr, but his friends would eventually figure out who his real godly parent is.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut: Loki, obviously. Loki's domain is mischief, deception, tricks, playfulness, and quick-wittedness. The twins canonically revere Loki and dedicate their lives to pranks and mischief. There is also a certain amount of deception in their characters, especially with Ruffnut. The twins are both smarter and more eloquent than they seem. They know multiple languages, come up with ideas sometimes even before Hiccup does, and are both skilled infiltrators. It seems they do the things they do for shits and giggles, flying by the seat of their pants, but really they are much more capable than anyone realizes (A View to a Skrill and Twintuition). I feel like they rarely let anyone see how capable they are so that no one expects them to really do anything.

Stoick: Thor or Tyr. Thor's domain is lightning, storms, battle, and farming (I will come back to that last one). Stoick even looks a lot like Thor with his red hair, amazing beard, and large belt. Stoick is quite a fearsome warrior and leader but is also compassionate and protective of his people. Thor's domain being storms is linked to farming because rain gives life to the crops and is a necessary part of growth. Because of that, Thor is also seen as a provider much in the way Stoick is as a chief. Stoick is also very fair and able to change his mindset and admit when he is wrong, as seen after the first movie. I feel like Thor gets a lot of shit in media, often being portrayed as fat, stupid, a giant jerk like Zeus, and cruel. In my personal experience, Thor is much more like Stoick in character. (#StopThorSlander)

Heather: Freyja or Skadi. Freyja's domain includes love, battle, cats, and magic. Freyja is the one who brought seidr to the Aesir, a powerful and mysterious type of magical practice. Freyja is seen as gentler than the other gods, but she has a darker side that modern interpretations tend to forget. Freyja represents female power, but also can be deceptive and secretive. Freyja is a powerful battle goddess who takes half of the souls slain in battle. Heather reminds me of Freyja in the way that you could think she's nothing more than a pretty faced charming woman, but you won't know you're in danger until there's a knife sticking out of your back. I think Skadi also fits Heather for the same reasons as Astrid, except that Heather is even more isolated and cold than Astrid is.

Dagur: Magni and Modi. I've seen others throw around various ideas for Dagur's god parent, but I don't think many people even know of Magni and Modi. They are the sons of Thor and are both battle gods, with Magni representing strength and Modi representing fury. They both resemble Thor and both brothers have red hair. Not a whole lot is known about Magni and Modi, but I know for a fact that they were revered by berserkers (the brothers have a place on my altar along with Odin and some animal totems). If I had to choose just one, I'd say Modi is Dagur's godly parent which would make Magni his uncle and Thor his gramps.

Viggo: Loki. Viggo may not share a lot of qualities with Loki, but he does share the aspect of Loki's silver tongue. Loki is very eloquent, charismatic, and deceptive like Viggo. In my experience, Loki is a god to approach with caution like the fae and is just as tricky. Viggo is very clever, capable of making his enemies do exactly what he wants.

Ryker: Vali or Vidarr. Both Vali and Vidarr are gods of vengeance and happen to be brothers, sons of Odin. I think Vidarr fits Ryker best. Vidarr is silent, much like how Ryker prefers to let Viggo do the talking and have his actions speak for him. Vidarr is nearly as strong as Thor and very reliable in times of trouble.

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ageofbajabule · 8 months ago

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Cassie’s Fic Recs🤍

I’m updating my fic recommendations list!

All these fics are 18+ and contain smut. So if you aren’t 18+ please move along.🫶🏻

Josh

Something About You - @abeautylives

Errant - @gretavangroupie @sacredstarcatcher

Drift - @gretavangroupie

Valtava - @gretavanlace

Feather Light - @tripthelightfandomtastic

The Meditation Room - @fleet-of-fiction

Absolutely Smitten - @alwaysonthemend

Travelers In Time - @samkiszkasfacialhair

Vengeance - @samkiszkasfacialhair

Brightest Blue - @garbagevanfleet

Abbadon - @garbagevanfleet

Cabin Fever - @hearts-hunger

Praises and a Punishment - @streamingcolors-gvf

Endless Sunmer - @anthemofgvf

Knock, Knock - @kissthesungvf

Jake

Edible - @gretavangroupie @sacredstarcatcher

Voyeur - gretavangroupie

Covet - @jakeyt

The Vanishing - @fleet-of-fiction

Muse - @joshym

Capital Vices - @builtbybrokenbells

Just A Kiss - @aflame4goinghome @dancingcarbon

Watered Down - @spark-my-nature

Lazarus- @garbagevanfleet

Hands To Yourself - @sinsofstardust

Satin - @daisyful-gvf

Danny

Enrapture @gretavangroupie @sacredstarcatcher

Illicit Affairs - @aflame4goinghome @gretavanstink @childinthegardenn

Thrills In The Night - @sparrowofthedawnsworld

Sam

Exposure - gretavangroupie sacredstarcatcher

Pink Lemonade - garbagevanfleet

Union - gretavangroupie

Twins

Kismet @gretavangroupie @sacredstarcatcher

Shake My Faith - @capturethechaos @earthlysorrows

Skin Deep - @streamingcolors-gvf

What Is & What Should Never Be - @sinsofstardust

Shake Your Foundations- @alwaysonthemend

Poppins - @gretavanlace

Lex Talionis - @builtbybrokenbells

Janny

Valor - @gretavangroupie @gretavanmoon

Guilty Pleasures - @builtbybrokenbells

Forbidden Twin

Vigilance - @gretavangroupie @gretavanmoon

Gold Dust Woman - @builtbybrokenbells

Cruel Summer - @sacredstarcatcher

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lavena · 1 year ago

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Since I am so incredibly desperate for tmnt fic recs, here I am supplying mine. All of these i HAVE READ AT LEAST 3 TIMES

pretty much all Mikey centric and jsyk every one I recommended I reread b4 posting this. Sorry If I repeat any, this took me over a week, college is kicking my butt and midterms are next week, kill me. If you have any you red please lmk either in comments or with rb I need the ficss guys please I am desperate.

On AO3

Train-wreck of thought by halogalopagost

A beautiful 2003 tmnt where Mikey is having trouble meditating and gets some tips from his dad and brothers, he struggles with his ADHD, he over comes it and turns out there is a lot more to this meditating than he thought. he intends to use it to his advantage.

The Legend of the Heiwa no Buki by abz_the_turtle

2012 Mikey is pure of heart and turns out that causes some problems for him, his brothers and a certain bother in blue from the future

exhaust trails through space by SpectrumWriting

2012 B team realizes they really need a break, after a fight between Leo and Donnie, B team pull a few favors and go to visit a few planets, look at some extraterrestrial inventions and get to see a festival of food. Each brother learns new things about each other and finally get to take a few deep breaths.

Surface Pressure by TheKeyBladeMaster1994

Mikey watched Encanto and something abut their family feels familiar. Honest to go so good, it is unfinished and only at 3 chapters but it is 32k words and by god if it isnt one of the best books I have read over 5 times already, featuring mikey being a helpful little brother and managing to stress his big brothers out in the proccess.

Pretend That I Never Left by redstingraven (sirimiri)

2003 Mikey gets taken into the Horizon Zero Dawn universe rather than the superpowered turtle universe in the SAINW episode. Positively glorious, he gets bashed and bruised and comes out the other end with an arrow sticking out of him.

All The Small Things by taizi @taizi

2012 Donnie gets deaged and Mikey gets to be a big brother. Positively adorable, Mikey is an enabler and the poor toaster will never be the same, plus just the right amount of angst to make me squeal.

Underdark by Nekotsuki

2003 Mikey and Leo and stuck in the sewers after a collapse, both are hurt and oh looky here it seems Leo has fainted and Mikey is panicking, it would be great if he could take a full breath to hyperventilate with.

We've been here all along by Taizi

Beautiful 2007 tmnt, Mike gets shot, worries about making Donnie abandon him, Casey says fuck that.

walk with open hands by taizi

Mikey can't get over his fathers death and knows his brothers cant get over it either, and he is going to do something about it, been if it almost costs him everything. Was originally 1 chapter, but a second chapter from Splinters POV makes everything gorgeous.

traveling so far to get there by taizi

different age turtles, 2012 universe, Mikey and Raph gets transported to a post-apocalypses time-line aptly called the after party, no one lives, but Mikey does manage to find himself a monkey companion and Raph really wishes his little brother and him would be back home. Little moment of Mikey and Donnie being twins that is positively adorable and I need more of it ASAP. Its 10k words but reads like 30 in the best way possible, like literally a must read!

Closer by Taizi

adorable human woodyangelo

Problem child by taizi

human AU, Mikey is going to give his big brothers a heart attack, he makes questionable friends, and it seems he has a lot of growing up to be doing

Things You Never Outgrow by taizi

Mikey might just have picked up some less than stellar habits from his family as a baby, and now its coming out to bite him in the butt as his brothers notice.

Know the world in yourself by taizi

Donatello is an aspiring Egyptologist, and close friends with part-time thief and sometimes-scoundrel Casey Jones, who pickpockets an ancient map of the fabled City of the Dead off a young man he stumbles across in the Casbah—a young adventurer, it turns out, and none other than the little brother Donatello hasn't seen in almost eight years

Small spaces by Taizi

After 2012 Mikey gets captured and held by the Kraang, it seems he might just have a new fear, his brothers are not happy about it.

While you're here enjoy the view by taizi

Cute little woodyangelo 2012. They have my heart

Sleepwalking by TheKeybladeMaster1994

Splinter wakes up in a cold sweat and notices that Mikey is missing, and it seems like a dark entity is after his littlest sons light, good thing its just a nightmare, right? A few nights later it seems that is not so. Only 4 chapters but has 30k words and is a positive joy to read, I hope it continues to update.

The Ultimate Weapon by TheKeybladeMaster1994

Mikey is pure of heart and just about everything knows it, including but not limited to an eldritch entity that he swears is just try to make his life hard no matter what it tells you.

Interrogation or Malpractice by Professor_Anxietree

2012 Mikey when he got captured by the triceritons, their mind reading machine doesn't do quite what was intended and it spells out pain and sufferings for the smallest of the Hamato clan. Its pretty much being over stimulated to the max, like your skin feels too tight and you can hear your nerons firing in your brain type stuff, beware if you have overstimulation.

Someone to Protect by Koalagriton

2012. Mikey's big bothers get captured by Hun and Mikey doesn't take it well, that's going to become Huns problem.

Flowers by intomyfireyoushallfall

Mikey meets Tang Shen

The shinobi's garden by taizi

buncha one shots that you have to read, you have to istg 66k words of nothing but amazing.

family sticks together, bruh by hellomyoldheart

Mikey (Bayverse) discovers online shopping and sends it to Aprils place, April gets a package addressed for Mikey O'neil

too bad, but its the life you lead by angelmichelangelo @angelmichelangelo

2k7my beloved. Mikey is having trouble at home, good thing this new cat he found, affectionately named Klunk, can help a little. You will cry, I cried, still have read it four times, but crying non the less, read the tags or it will hit you like a freight train

the dad diaries by angelmichelangelo

pepaw Ronin and the new babies, adorable and angst ( in the form of flashbacks) nuff said

a minute from home by taizi

bteam for the win, I cant get enough, baby don and mikey wonder off and survive 3 months, it changes them

I've been afraid of changing by taizi

2007 Mikey really hates his job, Donnie didn't get that, but now he does

Give up the ghost series by taizi

Mikey can see ghosts, and that means he can see his one and only dead brother too, donnie, it causes problems for eveyone around him. human AU

The Gauntlet by T33la

Mikey and Don have to take a leap of faith, good thing Mikey has complete trust in his big bros tech

Flipbook by T33la

the 2003 SAINW donnie boy planned just in case and mikey finds the first bit of the plan, talks happen

Chronicles of the Cretaceous by T33la

Mikey boy manages to befriend a T-rex because of course he does

Words to be Spoken by Mona_E_Lisa @mona-e-lisa

Soulmate Au with woodyangelo, its got angst, just not for the boys, nd holy shyt I need more

The Silver Sentry by Mona_E_Lisa

2003 Mikey gets a son, and he deffo has some problems with Splinter, and I love him more than words

2088 by Mona_E_Lisa

If you haven't read this you haven't lived and that's all I can say. What are you doing? go read it??? like asap, will change you. Its 6k and this post will still be here when you get back, get going now sho sho

A Tale of Spirits by unorthodoxx @unorthodoxx-page

ATLA x tmnt 2018, everyone thinks they are spirits, donnie boy isn't going to correct them, and mikey ends up malnourished, but it updates this sunday so GO Go Go asap, it great

turning over stone by angelmichelangelo

2012 mikey gets angry, and kami does it suck, but good thing his big brother has experience in dealing with it.

caught in the rip tide by angelmichelangelo

Mikey gets hurt, and it might just be leos fault. 2012 based on the season 4 episode broken food.

yolk by angelmichelangelo

Mikey can't take the fighting anymore, too bad it took wrecking a midnight breakfast for his brothers to notice.

december 18th: raise a glass by angelmichelangelo

Mikey turns 21, and they really should be winding down by now, but Donnie doesn't have the heart. technically tagged with 2012 and IDW, but could totally see it with 2007 if u ignore that raph is in japan

december 15th: a size too big by angelmichelangelo

2007 Mikey was supposed to be bac an hour ago, he is gonna be the death of Donnie I swear.

the Kappas constellation by angelmichaelangelo

bunch a one shots

Honestly just anything by angelmichelangelo or taizi, but you can see that with how often they show up in this list

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Its a cycle by GhostiesandGhoulies

Adorable 2007 Mikey being hurt while doing cowabunga car and his brothers looking after him

Clogged drain by Goblin cat KC

Horror, the poor boys were not ready for this one but I adore it. Nothing more I can say than they will have nightmares and all of them will have night lights.

Hero among them by oliviasbizzaremind

2007 gang gets a call after a rough night, its for cowabunga carl, so how exactly does this lady know Mikey's name? Mikey always was a bleeding heart.

If Wishes were Fishes by Taisi (this is also on A03 I believe I just found it on ff.net fist so i figured id share that here too)

Human AU, adorable must read, like I cant stress this enough, you haven't lived without this. And as a former foster kid, damn.

Mikey's truly awful, incredibly sucky, super hella bummer of a day by Orange4Days

Exactly what the title says and you will enjoy this boys suffering and eventual comfort.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt fics #tmnt fic recs #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction recs #fic recommendation #fic rec #mikey fanfics #mikey-centric #Michelangelo fics #Michelangelo #Michelangelo-centric #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2003 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2007 mikey #tmnt 2012 #tmnt idw

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moooncats · 10 months ago

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✿ Pick A Card : Why do your friends love you? ✿

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✿ 1: Black Mushroom: Grace | Felxibility. ✿

Woooow, okay okay so first off, you are very a go with the flow type of person. Imagine a koi fish just sailing through a mellow stream, unbothered and serene. Your friends admire that a lot from you because they know you are very easy going and even if plans change last minute you really are still full send. Lmao! I'm hearing that they think you're very zen. Pile 1 you may meditate or journal and your friends can really see a difference compared to other people they hang out with. You are very cool to them. They rarely ever see you being mad or making a scene, you are very gentle with your words and actions and your friends appreciate that a lot. I'm hearing you are always the first one they think to message when it comes to plans cause they already know what you're going to say lol. Also do you do yoga? Sorry kinda random, but you may be more athletic and your friends also love that cause they have more things to do with you yuhhh. (:

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✿ 2: Red Kitty Shroom: Support | Engagement. ✿

Oh wowzaaa, okay okay so like, you are very friendly pile two lmfao. This pile may have a signifigant other or is married, if not that's okay just a little message I'm hearing. Even if you don't believe it, you have a lot of friends and aquantences. Side note: I'm hearing secret admirers as well bwahaha. You are the life of the party. Like even if you feel like you're a wallflower you fit right in when it comes to conversating with others, stopping to smell the roses, or even saying hi to dog's being walked by a random stranger. Your friends adore that! They feel like you keep your heart open even when it comes to talking with random strangers. You always make the time to make the day a little bit more interesting than average. Boredom is not a problem you have because you know a vast ammount of people who will give you their time of day. You may be popular online or in real life. Im also getting Magician vibes from this pile and if you didn't notice it's associated with the Air sign Gemini (the twins and this is pile 2 brehhh xD) And if your not popular or don't feel it, truuuust me people know your name (big flex yuhh). Your friends appreciate you a lot! They also enjoy meeting your other friends as well. So don't shy away from making your socialite group bigger! (:

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✿ 3: Fisherman Kitty: Wholeness | Earnestness. ✿

Omg hiiii introverts! Wether it was on purpose, or not- Unlike pile 2, your friends appreciate that you are the type to not just let anyone into their aura. You feel at whole, just by yourself and you prefer not to give away from a half filled cup. It's giving me strong hermit vibes. You may do shadow work often or journal, take time to relax, make yourself happy- your friends noticed and they appreciate having such a wonderful person who actually loves themselves and puts themselves first. They have seen so many people lose themselves on the account of other people and it can be a real vibe downer. It is also extremely draining. You are the exact opposite of that. Seriously I'm hearing "that shit is contagious!" Lmaooo you have some goofy ass friends pile 3. You are very sencere when you talk with them and they appreciate that. You may be the type to say something along the lines of "I have some food in my bag for you, but not the type you can eat, its food for thought." Bruuuh on some Erykah Badu shit. Your words are prolofic af. Your friends appreciate your wisdom and stories that you tell them. I'm hearing "Continue being the amazing earth angel that you are". (:

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Thanks for taking the time to read my first ever PAC I appreciate all of you guys. Let me know if I should make more yuhhh. This is pretty fun, I love spreading positivity. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

*I do not own any of the photos or gif's nyaa!*

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#pick a card #tarot #pac #tarotreading #baby witch #intuitive #intuition #free tarot #witchblr #mooncatstarot

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oshinohoshi · 5 days ago

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Oshi no Ko - yet another rant about the ending & Aqua's self-sacrifice

Today I woke up sad and mad about Aqua's death so I'm going to rant about it. We're probably all sick of talking about how bad this ending was but I gotta get it out.

I mean... Damn. Akasaka really made Aqua die for Ruby's career. What the hell.

Aqua, did you forget chapter 134??

Akasaka wants us to forget that chapter 134 exists but I remember it. It was not a fever dream! Or at least, it was a fever dream the fandom collectively had.

There's a lot of focus in ch 134 on the kiss but I like that Aqua and Ruby finally had a heart to heart.

Ruby idolized Aqua in this chapter and treated him as Gorou, which was surely a problem for their relationship, but she also told him that she accepted him for who he was and saw his suffering, his vulnerability, his kindness, and his persistence. She expressed in no uncertain terms that she loved him and was happy just because he existed.

And Aqua STILL killed himself for the sake of Ruby's career.

Akasaka said in this interview that what he wanted to express through Oshi no Ko was miscommunication - something I'll probably do a separate post on - and admittedly Aqua's death portrays that extremely well. But it does it too well.

It's in character for Aqua, but as a reader what does it say for a character who finally started to look towards the future to decide that the one thing his sister needed above all else was to be an idol? What was the point of any of this? Why is being an idol so glorified in the end?

There's another important thing Aqua said in ch 134 and that's that he felt guilty for being alive.

My first thought was that the ending would have been less rage inducing if this thread had been followed through with. If Aqua had died because he was still focused on revenge and mired in guilt about Ai's death rather than swapping his revenge for self-sacrifice at the last second.

It would remove the somewhat icky feeling of his suicide to some extent accomplishing his goal (albeit with critical damage to Ruby), it would resolve the frustration of knowing there were a myriad of other ways he could have taken out Hikaru, and it would tie in with how the road to revenge leads to destruction. It would also have kept Ai as a focal point in the story.

But then I remembered that I really love ch 154 when the twins get their revenge with Ai's DVD. It was a moving chapter and an elegant revenge that was worse than death for Hikaru.

So I need to get Aqua to die for a reason other than making his sister's career more important than his life while keeping 154 in tact.

I think that could have been accomplished if Aqua confronted Hikaru and died in a scuffle. Or Ruby could have shown up and he flung himself in front of her to protect her. That would have been self-sacrificial but it would not have been pre-meditated.

I would still have hated that the story wasn't about moving on with your life while carrying the weight of your past, but it might have felt just a little better.

I don't know... I really don't. But Aqua dying so Ruby can play at Dome is so not it.

#oshi no ko #in which I complain bitterly #oshi no ko spoilers #aqua hoshino

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talonabraxas · 3 months ago

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Awakening the Kundalini

The term Kundalini which is much used by yogis and spiritual practitioners, is an extremely important concept for any person seeking spiritual enlightenment and illumination. Kundalini can be best explained as the sacred fire located near the base of the spine. The fiery serpent in Exodus, verses 7:9-12 and 21:6-8 is also a reference to the Kundalini.

Importance of Kundalini in Spiritual Practice

The Kundalini energy helps the brain cells to register spiritual or higher experiences and stimuli. The brain, the nervous system and the physical body is improved and upgraded. A person with a highly awakened Kundalini is a genius and has the potential to become a great spiritual leader. Kundalini energy is like a fertilizer. The positive and negative qualities in a person will be highly magnified when the Kundalini is awakened to a large degree. Thus inner purification is necessary when a person embarks on a spiritual journey.

Structure of the Kundalini

The Kundalini has 7 layers and each layer has 7 sub-layers and hence there are 49 degrees of awakening it. Even common people have awakened their Kundalini, but to a very small degree. Hence the question is not whether the Kundalini is awakened but the question is to what degree is the Kundalini awakened.

Awakening of the Kundalini Energy through the Twin Hearts Meditation

The Twin Hearts Meditation is a safe and effective way to awaken the Kundalini energy. In this form of meditation, the heart and the crown chakra are activated first. The spiritual energy then flows down in great quantities to the base of the spine. The Kundalini energy is thus awakened to a higher degree as well as regulated and brought up to the higher chakras in the human body and to the crown chakra or sahasrara chakra. There is a sensation of your head being pushed down during the meditation. This is the spiritual energy descending. The practitioner may experience energy going up the spine. This is the Kundalini rising up.

About Arhatic Kundalini Meditation This form of meditation is also known as Meditation on the Inner Breath. Practicing this meditation helps in awakening the sacred fire or Kundalini, energizes and balances the chakras, purifies the energy bodies and develops inner awareness and awakens the consciousness.

Practicing of Arhatic Kundalini Meditation is Extremely Beneficial for the Practitioner. Some of the Results of the Meditation are:

It helps in developing the will aspect of the soul.

Accelerates the evolution of the soul.

Arhatic Kundalini Meditation helps in cleansing the energy channels, the chakras and the aura.

Accelerates the evolution of the physical body. (The physical body also needs to evolve with the evolution of the soul.)

Why is it Essential that the Physical Body should Develop along with the Soul?

If the physical body’s evolution is not at par with the evolved soul, there will be a mismatch. The evolved soul will fail at impressing on the physical brain many of the inner experiences. The physical body should be able to withstand greater amounts of kundalini energy flowing through it. Caution A new Arhatic yogi should restrict the practice of this form of meditation to once or twice a week. Daily practice of this form of meditation can cause severe hypertension.

Hatha Yoga

The special practices of Hatha yoga can also help in awakening the Kundalini. It is not an advanced spiritual technique, but can be effective over a period of time. Hatha yoga should be done under the guidance of a trained teacher.

Awakening the Kundalini from Bottom Up

This form involves the awakening of the Kundalini through visualization and mantras. However this method is not suitable, keeping the present lifestyle in mind. This method may also excessively activate the lower nature, unless inner purification is done thoroughly.

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iced-cofi · 1 month ago

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I kinda just wanna write game reviews here sometimes. *Ahem*

It's pretty damn rare that you find a piece of media like this throughout the course of your life.

One that elegantly, carefully, and lovingly traverses infinite despair in an infinitely more hopeful way. One that shows you that no true problem can be solved in a single day. One that teaches of the compassion in our hearts, for those around us and the world we all live in.

And, for me, one that teaches that in the face of despair, fear, and sadness, beauty can also be found, and that no matter how pointless it can seem, fighting, trying, and persistence is how we can push through the end of the world. And now matter how all encompassing it may seem, the end is never truly the end. It's just a new beginning.

I am, of course, referring to...

Before I continue, I must clarify, as I did in my ACT review, this will feature spoilers, and moreso than almost any other game I've played, you simply must play this blind if you can.

Ok, a brief, completely spoiler free review. *Ahem again*

Outer Wilds is a beautiful, relaxing yet occasionally stressful first person space exploration game, in which the only currency you collect through the game is knowledge. The solar system is your own journey through the puzzle box the devs made. The music is beautiful and touching, the visuals are distinct yet simple, and the story is like nothing else. The only genuine 10/10 I can give. It's brilliant.

Ok, I will now put a funny picture, this is your opportunity to leave spoiler free.

Ok now time for the real gamers to chat.

This game. This fucking game. It reaches deep to the innermost part of my mind and soul and shows me a more accurate depiction of the human experience than any other game, and it don't even got humans.

It is the absolute definition of existential optimism, and I think it's refreshing, and borderline spiritual.

And this fact is helped because the way you get to the end is entirely up to you. Every single person who plays this game will play it differently. Everyone follows what they find amazing and interesting, and everyone finds what they think is, and they fly and crash and die and laugh and love every moment they spend in this dark, enrapturing galaxy.

The combination of nostalgic foresty landscapes, crumbling planets, shoddy craftsmanship, and banjo laden melancholy music make for a uniquely sentimental game, which allows you to connect with what theyve done.

I mean fuck some of the coolest ideas for planets and worlds I've ever seen.

Brittle Hollow and it's crumbling deadly surface, and infinitely heavy black hole at the center

Dark Bramble, always enshrouded in fog and mystery, endlessly repeating dangerous, vine coated voids filled with the most terrifying creatures in the known universe

The Hourglass Twins, the most clearly time based astral body of all, as two planets pirouette through the sky, trading impossible amounts of sand due to a shift in gravity

And of course, the Quantum Moon, a blend of all other planets with an ethereal, eternally shifting vibe layered thickly on top.

It's brilliant, and scary, and add layers and layers to your story.

And the characters and all so clearly defined, with interests and dreams and hopes. Reibeck hates space but is obsessed with the Nomai technology and history, so he can't help but explore. Feldspar and his sporadic attitude and wealth of courage allowing him to explore anywhere, as long as it's got beasties. And of course, the one, the only, the best o Outer Wilds character, Gabbro!

This chill as mother fucker got trapped in the same time loope as you, and is simply to chill and content to give a single fucking shit, while still helping where he can with advice and knowledge. It's awesome, and he also teaches you how to speed up your death with meditation, so that's... Cool.

And of fucking course I gotta talk about the music.

It's hypnotic. It permeates your body and makes you happy and sad and lonely and any other thing you can imagine, while still fitting the game, and any individual story moment. It's brilliant.

Like, listen to this shit.

And what about this???

And how about this, which is from the dlc, which i will write about in another review when I'm not exhausted!!

I gotta say, this isn't a review in the way I'd like it to be, cause I'm tired, but fuck me play this game it's amazing and the music and visuals and every piece is just... Oh my God.

I hope you enjoyed reading this delirious mish mash of words I wanted to say about a game I really love.

No joke, 10/10

Would crash into the sun again.

Thanks!!

#outer wilds #space #game review #ramblings #storytelling #music #SoundCloud #Spotify

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pain-in-the-riri · 3 months ago

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Oh, hello there....

My fic for the Conan Gray Marauders Fest has been revealed!!!! I LOVED writing this so please enjoy!! Link below. Forget That Guy

Rated: Explicit

7,585 Words

Sirius from six months ago would be strongly tempted to march across the club and cause a scene. Sirius from six months ago might have gotten into a screaming match right in the middle of the function, or stormed out with Fabian's house and car keys so that he couldn't get back home, or even thrown a punch. Right-now-Sirius has been doing yoga. He’s been meditating and working on his anger management and promising James that he wouldn’t need to pick him up from a police station again. Sitting here now, downing the remainder of a rosé spritzer, watching Fabian dry humping a stranger into a wall covered in fake plants surrounded by the bisexual glow of a cursive neon sign reading "The Naughty Corner", Sirius felt a strange sense of zen. Yes, perhaps his heart was currently residing somewhere in the vicinity of his bowels, and his vision was a little bit fuzzy due to a combination of intense rage and tears (which, if you pointed out, would make him even angrier) but, honestly, he was totally fine! He even told James a few months ago, maybe he went after the wrong twin. Fabian always was a bit more of a fuckboy than his brother, and yeah, maybe he had a slightly better hairline and wore sexier clothes, but Sirius knew that would bite him in the arse in the end, and here it was, its sharp teeth clamped onto his perky cheek as predicted. But, no. It's totally fine. Sirius is one hundred percent, to quote Mac Miller (or, if you're feeling silly, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards), Cool, Calm, and Collected. The only feelings running through his body, watching his boyfriend grinding his hips into a twinkier, blonder version of Ryan Reynolds, are resigned acceptance, a sense of placid serenity, and the gentle desire for a stronger beverage. Across the club, Fabian hefts Mr. Reynold's gay twin brother up into the air by his thighs and pins him against the wall with his hips, and Sirius snaps the delicate stem of the empty wine glass his spritzer was served in, in half in his hands.

#conan gray marauders fest #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #sirius black x remus lupin

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bblovetarot · 11 months ago

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{୭} What do you need to release?

ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ Pick a Pile ʚ ═══･୨ꕤ୧･═══ ɞ

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。°⚠︎°。follow your intuition when choosing a pile. if you're drawn to more than one pile, that's okay! you may have messages in more than one.

。°⚠︎°。tarot readings are not 100% accurate, and do not dictate your future. please keep in mind that you have free will. these readings are also general and aren't specific to one person, so please take what resonates and leave what doesn't!

Pile 1

Pile 1, it seems like you've been caught up in overthinking a recent relationship that ended, questioning the reasons behind it and reflecting on patterns in your love life. The recurring theme of meeting similar types of people and relationships not lasting has caused you anxiety, potentially affecting your sleep schedule. Some of you may be asking, "Why do I always attract the same kind of relationships, and why don't they last?" The universe is urging you to step out of your head and ground yourself. For some, you may already have answers, while others might still be seeking clarity. Balancing feminine (heart) and masculine (mind) energies is crucial for clear thinking. Meditation, journaling, reading, music, dance, and yoga are all ways to ground yourself. Finding what resonates best for you is important. For many in Pile 1, a spiritual awakening has occurred, particularly related to relationships. A mother wound may have impacted your relationships, leading to an insecure attachment style. For those unfamiliar with attachment styles, researching this aspect can provide valuable insights into your behaviors and patterns. This moment is transformational for you, Pile 1. While it may feel daunting, remember that the universe supports you. Seeking the guidance of a therapist could be beneficial if you feel overwhelmed. Releasing the fear you've been holding onto is a crucial step, and for many of you, it seems like you've already begun this process. As you release fear, an important decision awaits you. This decision has the potential to lead to more committed and fulfilling relationships, especially if that's what you desire. In a broader sense, this decision will positively impact your long-term future. To make clear-headed decisions, finding balance within yourself is essential. If you're seeking change, trust in the process, be patient, and believe in yourself and the support of the universe.

Pile 2

Pile 2, it's time to release the grip you have on a past relationship or someone you still harbor feelings for. Whether you are currently separated or entertaining thoughts of reconciliation, the universe is urging you to let go of the idea that this person is a "twin flame" or "soulmate." The relationship left you feeling hurt and possibly betrayed, and you might have shed tears over it. If you've been repressing these emotions, it's essential to confront them and allow yourself to feel. Memories of this person or past relationships may resurface, and you may feel ashamed or try to push them away. However, avoidance won't release these emotions; it merely suppresses them, waiting for an opportunity to resurface. Take the time to sit with your emotions, allow yourself to feel, and if needed, give yourself permission to cry. If you've been using distractions or toxic coping mechanisms to avoid the pain, it's time to release those patterns. There's a strong emphasis on avoiding reckless behaviors in this pile. Overindulging in risky actions, overspending, or excessive self-sacrifice without proper boundaries will only lead to more despair in the long run. Spirit advises caution and encourages you to look before you leap. Reckless actions might provide temporary relief but won't contribute to long-term healing. For those still entangled in this situation, the universe prompts self-reflection. Are you being fair to yourself? Are you living in alignment with your true happiness? It's time to release old patterns and people from your life. The universe is guiding you towards a different path, and this requires a leap of faith. Trust in yourself, listen to your heart, and believe in your ability to make the right decisions. While the mind may deceive with doubts and insecurities, your heart and intuition hold the truth about what you truly deserve, want, and need in your life. Trust in your inner guidance and take the necessary leaps when the time comes. If it means leaving certain people behind, don't let that hold you back. Some individuals are not meant to follow us on our life's journey, and new connections will emerge to enrich your path.

Pile 3

Pile 3, it seems that you've been putting a considerable amount of effort into something, whether it's related to work or a relationship. However, despite your hard work, it has reached a point where things feel stagnant or unfulfilling. You might have wished for success, but now that it's here or hasn't arrived, you find yourself detached from the outcome and even apathetic. The universe is signaling that it's time to release whatever has become stagnant or stale. This release is not meant to be permanent, but rather a temporary break. The guidance is to take a step back, surrender to the situation, and refrain from making impulsive decisions. Continuing to push forward without a break might lead to burnout. There's a need for you to sacrifice the urge to take immediate action and instead focus on surrendering to the circumstances. Allow yourself to take a break and be in the energy of receiving. The universe suggests a period of rest and relaxation to rejuvenate your mind and spirit. If taking a vacation is possible, consider doing so, as it could be a healing experience. It's revealed that you've been overworking, possibly influenced by competition or external pressures, which has led to feelings of depression and a lack of motivation. Now that this phase has passed, surrendering and giving yourself the space to rest will allow the chaos in your mind to subside. By embracing the energy of receiving, you'll find yourself in a better place. It's time to raise the white flag, take a break, and let yourself receive the positive energy and opportunities that are coming your way.

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Confession. (Part 2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: Here it is, the second part of Confession, as promised.

Before writing this, to get some inspiration, I listened to Josh's guided meditation.

I hope you like this and I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. Enjoy!

Word count: 4.9K

Pairing: Josh x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, oral (f!receiving), talk of anxiety, very minor injuries.

Summary: Friends always help each other in times of need, right?

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It's been a few weeks since that night in Josh's room.

The next morning, everybody went on with their usual things, like nothing happened.

He didn't mention anything and neither did you.

The boys didn't notice at all that Josh was a bit more relaxed than usual, all that pent up energy gone and replaced by his usual happy carefree self.

Jake was another story, though. Being his twin, you knew that he would immediately notice something was different in his brother.

The worst was that he acted like he knew exactly why.

The moment all of you had met in the hotel hall the morning after, the guitarist's eyes landed on his brother and then, immediately after, on you.

He smirked devilishly as he assessed the light blush slowly creeping on your cheeks.

You tried to bite your tongue and avert your eyes as quickly as possible from him, but he looked like he knew what you did with his brother.

And that he knew that you both liked that very much.

Thank God he didn't say anything there, but you dreaded the moment he caught you alone. You knew that he would say something.

If Josh's situation had improved, yours had worsened, exponentially.

You couldn't really get a nice full night of sleep since your little nightly incursion in his room.

Your brain felt always in overdrive with thoughts and it was becoming almost unbearable, especially at night.

You had to be absolutely exhausted to fall asleep, so it meant that you would toss and turn in bed for many hours before the gods above finally decided that you could get a bit of well-deserved dreamless rest.

The hours you spent in bed, looking at the ceiling with wide bloodshot eyes weren't peaceful.

Not at all.

All you could think about was Josh and his little breathy sounds.

You hated yourself but you couldn't stop thinking about it, not even if you tried.

And when you could finally stop thinking about that dreaded night, you often found yourself dreaming about it.

From those dreams, you always woke up with a start at some ungodly hour, body soaked with sweat and panties ruined.

And falling back asleep was almost impossible.

You didn't even remember when was the last time you had a nice night of rest.

It was really frustrating.

And unfortunately, it showed.

Your skin was dull and the circles under your eyes were so deep that no amount of concealer could mask them. You were jumpy and anything could get you on the verge of tears.

You were a mess.

You were starting to turn even the tiniest problem with the boys' stage clothes into some unbearable hurdle you thought you couldn't face.

You were letting anxiety take a hold of you and you felt like you were drowning.

Tonight was no exception.

You were waiting in your green room for the boys to take the stage.

You were shaking and exhausted and you were afraid to burst into tears if one of them came into the room needing your help with their clothes.

Luckily, this time, all went well.

Until the encore.

You heard the last beats of the drums just before the encore and thirty seconds later someone was threatening to slam your door down.

Your poor heart jumped in your throat as you went to open the door with shaky fingers.

A very sweaty Jake came inside the room, with his guitar still swaying on his hips.

"Hey, Y/N, I need your help real quick. I got the guitar stuck in this damn belt loop right here and it ripped. Can you stitch it back on real quick? It doesn't need to be perfect, just make it stay up till the end of the show, please." He said rapidly, showing you the ripped belt loop by his hip.

"Yeah, just let me get the needle and the white thread ready." You told him, while running around the room to get what you needed.

You retrieved everything in record time but once you were in front of him, you couldn't thread that damn needle, your hands were too shaky.

You felt little tears of frustration starting to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

You could feel his stare on your hands and you jumped when he grasped them and grabbed the needle and the thread from you.

"Here, let me" he said and you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to cry.

You watched mesmerized as his lips slowly encompassed one end of the white thread, wetting it to ease its way into the eye of the needle.

Fuck, stop it, you told yourself.

"Here you go." He said handing you the threaded needle.

"Y/N, are you ok? You look awful" he asked, looking at you rather worried and feeling your forehead with his wrist.

"Yes, I am ok, really" you lied to him, without meeting his eyes and slowly placing the torn belt loop in its original place with shaky fingers.

To stitch it back you inserted the pad on your middle finger inside the waist of his white tailored pants, dragging the fabric away from his hot sweaty skin to avoid hurting him.

You tried to stop the shaking of your other hand as you slowly punctured the fabric with the needle.

Your attempts of not hurting him worked, but, just when you were about to tie the thread and send him back on stage, someone shouted from the hallway.

"JAKE!" You heard a loud voice just outside your door.

You both jumped and the sudden shout caused you to scratch the skin of your forefinger with the needle, rather deeply.

Fuck, he is wearing white. You thought. If I get his pants stained with blood, there is no way it won't show. They are going to fire me.

You managed to jump away from him in a second, clutching your finger that, of course, was bleeding out profusely. Luckily you didn't stain the fabric.

"I am so sorry, Jake," you said in a feeble voice.

Tears started streaking your cheeks and he observed you with a concerned look in his eyes.

He grabbed two tissues from the box on the nearby table and approached you, wrapping one of them around your finger and handing you the other.

"After the show, we need to talk" he said to you, adding a sweet smile to reassure you.

Let's say that, till the end of the show, you were a shaking mess and when you heard the final guitar chords being plucked, your heart started beating wildly.

You sat alone on the couch in the green room, absentmindedly looking at your phone and trying to avoid Jacob at all costs.

But it was useless.

You heard someone enter but you didn't look up.

You were still sitting on the couch with your eyes fixed on the screen of your phone, when you saw brown Chelsea boots in your peripheral.

He lifted your chin with his index finger and gave you a breathtaking smile.

"Are you avoiding me?" He asked, amused.

You sighed and shook your head.

He sat next to you and went straight for it.

"So, what's wrong?" He asked, slightly concerned.

"Nothing" you lied and he scoffed.

"So that's why you start crying for nothing, have the darkest ever circles under your eyes and shake like a chihuahua on caffeine overdose?" He pressed, amused and worried at the same time.

"I…" you tried to say, but he interrupted you.

"Y/N stop giving me bullshit" he said in a sweet tone, watching you closely.

You huffed and dropped your face into your hands, with a low groan.

"Ok, I am not ok. I am always anxious, I don't know why, I can't make my brain shut up, not even at night" you whispered into your hands without looking at him.

You jumped when you felt his warm hand on your shoulder squeezing lightly.

"Have you been able to get some sleep at least?" He asked. His voice was so soothing.

"No" you said feebly, your voice threatened to break at any moment.

"That's not good, did you speak to someone about it?" he asked.

You shook your head again, without answering.

Then he did something that surprised you.

He chuckled.

"So, my brother isn't doing his job, that idiot" he said, shaking his head, sounding cryptic, again.

"He is really only good at playing with ants" he scoffed again before standing up and exiting the room, without another word.

What the hell was that? You thought as you started gathering your things.

Sometimes you just didn't understand those boys.

You arrived into your hotel room for the night and, once you discarded your bags in the entrance, you practically jumped into the shower to wash away the day from your tired aching limbs.

You turned the water knob for the water to turn scorching hot and you relaxed there for a good thirty minutes. You took your sweet time washing your hair and scrubbing your legs.

Then, you blow dried your hair and tied it up in a loose braid, putting on soft cotton panties and a black worn tshirt that was long enough to cover your modesty.

You got comfortable in bed, feeling the softness of the sheets soothe your flushed skin. The mattress was heavenly and the warmth of the duvet was slowly causing your eyes to close. For the first time in ages you were starting to feel the numbness of sleep languidly guiding your body into a much needed rest.

You were about to fall asleep when the sound of someone shouting angrily in the corridor made you jump.

You groaned loudly and tried to go back to almost sleep, but it was gone. Entirely.

Morpheus, you bitch, you thought.

You were staring at the ceiling when an idea started to slowly make its way into your mind.

Your heart started thumping in anticipation.

Your hands slowly traced the warm smooth skin of your legs under the covers, gently moving your fingers on the inside of your thighs and inching closer to your center.

Your fingers traced the hem of your panties but trailed upwards under the worn fabric of your tshirt.

You reached your breasts and you gave them a gentle squeeze before languidly tracing your thumbs on your hardening nipples, pinching them and sighing, feeling the tingle of pleasure spread from your spine, all over your body.

After a while, one of your hands slowly started his journey downwards and reached the hem of your panties.

You were panting now and, as your fingers gradually surpassed the soft cotton of your panties, your heartbeat turned erratic.

A little whimper escaped your lips when your fingers traced a featherlight line down your wet slit and your legs fell apart.

A gentle knock on the door broke the spell.

Your hands immediately stopped their actions and you blushed, feeling so guilty.

You ignored it at first, but when it came again, more insistent this time, you groaned.

Then you heard it.

"Y/N, It's me" the person said from the other side of the door and you practically jumped off the bed.

It was Josh.

You ran to the bathroom to wash your hands rapidly and then you sprinted to the door, trying to calm down and erase the guilty flushed look from your cheeks.

You opened the door to a smiling Josh clad in a white tshirt and grey shorts, with two paper cups in hand and a little paper box

"What are you doing here? You should be sleeping" you said a little breathless, shaking your head but smiling nonetheless.

"I come bearing gifts, but these things are scorching hot, may I come in?" He asked sweet, giggling with his usual beaming smile.

You ushered him in and helped him with the cups, placing them on one of the nightstands.

He made himself comfortable on the bed and you mirrored him, sitting with your back against the headboard and your legs tucked under the blanket.

You were still nervous and fidgety, your heart thumping madly into your chest.

"So, Y/N, how are you feeling?" He said sweetly turning towards you.

"I'm fine thanks" you lied, yet again.

He scoffed and grasped one of your trembling hands, squeezing it.

"Don't lie to me, you are shaking and the bags under your eyes are worse than mine. What's bothering you?" He whispered.

You bit your lip and told him the truth, like you had with his twin.

"I am always anxious and I am not sleeping well" you told him curtly, shaking your head, with a humorless chuckle.

"That's exactly why I am here and I brought you this" he said in a sing-song voice handing you one of the hot cups.

You blushed slightly and thanked him.

"No need to thank me, we are friends and friends help each other." He said meeting your eyes, but he went on.

"And I am here to apologize too, I should have asked you earlier how you were feeling, Jake almost killed me because of it and, don't tell him I said this, but, this time, he is right. I have been a shitty friend lately so this is my apology. I am really really really sorry." He handed you the paper box and you opened it.

Inside there was a chocolate cupcake. On the chocolate whipped cream on top, written in white chocolate letters, there was a single word.

SORRY

You blushed even more and you bursted out laughing.

"You didn't have to, Josh, thank you" you said with a stupid smile on your lips.

"I really meant it when I said you are the only one that can put up with me without freaking out and I feel like I let you down. My brother had to scold me, I mean, I fucking hate myself." He said, always his dramatic self.

"Josh, stop, it's ok, really" you said, holding eye contact.

You nodded and took a careful sip from the cup.

As the warm liquid touched your lips and tongue, a little satisfied hum escaped your throat.

It was hot dark chocolate.

Your absolute favourite.

"This is heavenly, you remembered" you told him, surprised, and smiled.

"Of course I remembered." He scoffed, a little offended at your surprised tone.

"I hope this helps you relax a little and sleep peacefully" he said with a nudge of his shoulder to yours, before grabbing his cup and taking a sip from it.

"Fuck, it's amazing" he said, confirming to you that he was having the same drink as you.

You chatted for a while and you forced him to split the cupcake in a half and eat it with you.

Now you were laying a bit more down on the bed, sides pressed flush together and heads on eachother shoulder. The lights were off, only a little lamp on your bedside table was on, casting the room in a warm yellow glow. A film was playing softly in the background but you weren't paying attention to it.

Your attention was captured entirely by his hand, placed on your thigh on the covers. His warmth was slowly creeping on your skin beside the confines of the blanket.

You were trying your hardest not to squirm, but it was so difficult.

He sensed your nerves and squeezed your muscle under his fingers, lightly.

"Try to relax, Y/N" he whispered, worsening your state without knowing it.

You had to suppress a whimper.

When the film ended he turned off the TV and eased a bit further down the bed, matching your position.

You laid there in silence, looking at the ceiling, trying to even out your breath.

After a while, his sudden whispering made you turn your head towards him.

"You know, you really helped me that night" he said, meeting your eyes. A little blush was almost invisible on his cheeks in the dark, but you noticed it.

You gasped at his words and at their sincerity.

You didn't know what to say but it didn't matter because he spoke again.

"At first I thought it was all a dream, but then I understood it couldn't be because when I closed my eyes after, I remembered your touch so vividly" he said in a breathy whisper and your breath caught in your throat.

"I still do, now" he confessed and you bit your lip. Hard.

Silence fell in the room.

But your eyes stayed glued to his, almost unblinking, and you felt like you were slowly and peacefully drowning in the chocolate brown expanse of his irises, turned golden by the light coming from the lamp.

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest.

"Y/N" he whispered and, again, you bit your bottom lip so hard it hurt.

He slowly turned towards you and you shivered as you felt the soft pad of his thumb stroke the skin of your cheek gently.

Back and forth.

Like a feather.

Fuck.

"Y/N, let me help you relax, let me take care of you tonight" he whispered and you melted further into his touch.

You nodded and an entirely involuntary "please" left your lips.

You felt utterly desperate.

"I interrupted you when I knocked earlier, didn't I?" He asked, his tone sweet and apologetic.

You knew exactly what he was talking about.

You didn't even think about denying it.

A simple shy "yes" left your lips accompanied by a deep blush.

"Don't be embarrassed. I am so sorry" he breathed out.

"What if we start again from where you stopped?" His tone was so coaxing and soft, you would have agreed to anything he said.

"Please, yes" you whimpered.

He slowly trailed his hand on your neck, shoulder and down your arm to your hip, so slowly that you forgot how to breathe.

"Let's get you comfortable" he said while guiding your back flat on the mattress, with the hand he had on your hip.

He felt so warm.

He kneeled up and you grasped the sheets in your hands, trying your best to stay calm.

But it was impossible.

He noticed and grabbed your hands in his, squeezing them and untangling the white fabric from them.

"Relax" he whispered simply and you shivered under the covers.

"May I?" He asked with the blanket between his fingers.

You nodded and he slowly dragged it off your body.

Your lower half was exposed to him now, your bare legs were littered in goosebumps and your panties were peeking out from the hem of

your tshirt.

You were afraid he could see the damp spot already forming on them, but, if he did, he didn't say anything.

You were about to cover yourself a bit more with your tshirt, but he grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

Then he did something you weren't expecting.

He covered you himself, slowly dragging the bunched up fabric of your tshirt to cover you as best as he could.

He smiled to you then and spoke.

"May I touch you, Y/N?" He asked sweetly.

Before you could answer he went on.

"Just, please don't feel pressured to let me do something you don't want me to and don't feel embarrassed if, instead, you want to, it's up to you. You are the one calling the shots." he whispered truthfully.

You were shaking with anticipation now, and you couldn't deny that you wanted his touch, you needed it.

"Please" you whimpered and, after taking a deep breath, you went on.

"Please, Josh, touch me" you begged him and he whimpered low in his throat.

You guided his hands, still tangled in yours, on your thighs.

You both shivered at the touch.

His touch was featherlight as he started caressing your skin. You had to close your lips to suppress a whimper when he positioned himself between your slightly parted legs.

But it left you a bit confused when his hands didn't trail upwards.

Instead they started their path downwards, stroking the skin of your knees and shins, stopping on your calves.

Then, light like a gust of warm spring wind through dandelions, he started trailing them upwards.

His eyes stayed fixed on yours and you shivered.

Once his hands surpassed your knees, his thumbs slowly started tracing your inner thighs.

The closer he got to your center, the closer you felt to completely burst into flames on the spot.

He reached your mid-thigh and stopped with a soft squeeze.

"Y/N, breathe" he said softly, he smiled and winked.

You didn't realize you were holding your breath, but the burning feeling in your chest confirmed it.

His hands moved again and this time they reached your hips, but stayed on the tshirt. His thumbs retreated from between your thighs, without touching you where you were throbbing for him.

Then he dipped his hands underneath the tshirt to stroke the bare skin of your hips. The fabric of your panties was the only barrier between you and him, there.

"Please" you mumbled and a little smirk spread on his lips.

His hands trailed again on your thighs and again his thumbs stroked the soft skin of your inner thighs.

But this time he didn't stop before his fingers could touch your center.

He lightly pressed them between your legs and you whimpered.

The wet feeling you knew he could feel made you self conscious and you started fidgeting, a deep blush covering your body.

"Y/N, now stop overthinking" he said and took one of your hands in his, squeezing it reassuringly and then placing a gentle kiss on the top of it.

You released a deep breath and tried to relax.

"Focus on the sound of my voice" he said, while his thumbs stroked your clothed center.

"And focus on your breath" he whispered.

"In and out, just like this, with me" he said and started breathing with you, slowly guiding you.

"Remember, with every breath your body feels lighter," he continued.

You followed his directions and, slowly, you felt more relaxed than you had ever been.

You didn't now how but the sound of his voice was doing wonders on you.

"May I?" He asked, the hem of your tshirt between his fingers.

You nodded but you didn't expect him to lift it just a bit over your navel and not more.

Then he traced the elastic of your panties and met your eyes.

You nodded, a bit esitant, without a word.

He slowly dragged them off you and you bit your lip, feeling exposed and turned on beyond belief.

"Sorry" you mumbled, sheepishly.

In the shower you had completely avoided shaving, not expecting him to come into your room for this.

"Why are you apologizing to me?" He asked, curious.

"For… Because… I didn't…" you stuttered, deeply embarrassed. One of your trembling hands gestured downwards and he understood.

"Y/N, are you apologizing to me for being human and having body hair?" He whispered and you blushed even more.

You nodded.

"There is no need to apologize," he said, twirling his fingers on your knee. "It's completely natural. Nature is magnificent, and so are you." He went on, in a sweet tone.

"And I love nature" he winked and chuckled, caressing the little patch of pubic hair with his fingers, as your cheeks pinkened more.

You bit your lip, hard, as a shiver shook your body.

You knew you were dripping and, when he noticed, you saw his eyes darken a little.

One of his thumbs slowly traced your wet slit and your back arched slightly away from his touch.

"Don't fight me, let me make you feel good, like you did to me that night" he said, eyes darting between your eyes and your core.

"Nobody will know about this, it's just me and you. Let my touch flood your being with warmth" he murmured and your body felt limp on the bed, completely at his mercy.

His thumb traced again your slit and parted your lips with a bit more pressure.

"Fuck" he whispered as your wetness covered his digit.

He parted your legs a bit more and stroked your clit, eliciting a low whimper from you.

"Tongue or fingers?" He asked, mirroring almost the same question you asked him that night.

You met his eyes when he raised the question and you almost moaned when his tongue traced slowly his bottom lip.

You had no doubts.

"Tongue, please" you whispered so lowly he almost didn't hear.

He grabbed one of your hands in his again and kissed it, like he did before.

"Good choice" he winked, looking rather smug.

"Y/N, please, may I taste you?" He whispered and you couldn't wait anymore.

"Please" you all but moaned.

It seemed that the only words escaping your lips were pleas.

He laid down on his stomach on the bed between your legs and you felt his warm breath hit the skin of your tummy.

He kissed you there, right under your navel and then his lips trailed downwards, laying little wet kisses that had you shiver again.

One of his hands gently traced abstract lines on your tummy and reached your chest, delicately massaging your breasts and skimming his thumb on your slowly hardening nipples, making you squirm and pant.

When his mouth reached your mound he trailed his nose through the little patch of hair on your pubic bone and you gasped.

He chuckled.

"Josh" you whimpered involuntarily.

"Mh?" He said meeting your eyes from between your legs.

His eyes glittered and his smile was breathtaking.

"Stop teasing, please" you whispered and he chuckled.

He sent you a wink and without a word delved between your thighs.

He dragged the flat of his tongue torturously slow against your core, making you moan as your body flushed with heat.

Then he did it again, but with enough pressure to part your lips and reach your clit, stroking it lightly with the tip of his pointed tongue.

You stifled your moans biting your lower lip.

"Let me hear you, please, don't hold back" he whispered, his face still between your legs. His warm breath hitting your wet cunt made you shiver.

He resumed his actions, spreading your lips with his thumbs to better reach your clit.

When he sucked it gently between his lips, you whined

"Josh" his name fell from your lips softly and he hummed.

The vibrations made their way up your body, making your spine tingle with a much needed feeling of relief.

You wanted to chase that feeling.

One of your hands instinctively made its way in the mess of curls on the back of his neck and he moaned onto your wet folds, as you kept him flush against you.

Your grip tightened on his hair and you moaned his name again, a bit more loudly this time.

As his thumb started stroking your clit at the same time that his tongue prodded at your entrance, you knew you would crumble completely under his touch in no time.

Your other hand gripped the sheets and you felt little jolts of pleasure shake your whole body.

Suddenly, he detached from you completely, just when you were about to cum.

A defeated whine left your lips.

You didn't know when your eyes fell closed, but, as you opened them, you wished you never did.

The first thing you noticed were his eyes, twinkling with a hint of mischief and playfulness.

He was wearing a proud smirk to match, looking so devilishly handsome and so sure of himself.

His lips, drenched and shining with your arousal, just like the entirety of the lower part of his face and chin, were what left you without breath.

The pad of his thumb on your aching clit made you jolt, unexpectedly.

Without a word, he delved again between your legs and his expert tongue brought you without any effort and within seconds just where you were seconds before.

Your hand, still in his hair, tightened, and he groaned.

That ungodly sound, so similar to the sounds he made while your mouth was on him, paired with the quick tight circles his tongue was providing to your clit made you crumble.

Your back arched sharply from the bed, your legs clenched around his head and little breathy moans on his name escaped your lips like a sweet prayer, over and over.

It was ages that an orgasm didn't hit you this hard.

Honestly, you didn't remember anything remotely similar to this explosion of pleasure that he ignited in you.

You felt the warmth he promised it would flood through your body to the last drop.

After what felt like ages, but too soon at the same time, he untangled your hand from his hair and released himself from the death grip of your legs, wearing the same beaming smile as always.

His hair was disheveled and his face a mess.

But he looked so exquisite and ravishing, that you felt like grabbing him and taking him hostage till morning.

Yet, you suddenly felt so extremely exhausted that you couldn't even keep your eyes open.

You recalled him leaving your side and coming back to gently clean you up with a warm damp cloth and pulling the covers up your body.

The feeling of his warm lips placing a featherlight kiss on your forehead and a whispered goodnight, were the last things you remember, before falling into the most peaceful and soothing sleep of your entire life.

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