#moon goodess

[bitter69uk]

“Nico was staying with Fred [Hughes] during the spring of ’68 in the apartment he’d taken on East 16th Street, just a walk across Union Square from the Factory. Fred doted on eccentrics and Nico was a true specimen: among other things, she thrived only in the gloom – the gloomier she could make the atmosphere around her, the more radiant she became. And the more peculiarities Nico indulged in, the more fascinated Fred became – to find a woman that beautiful and that eccentric was a fantasy come true for him. She liked to lie in the bathtub all night with candles burning around her, composing the songs that would become her second album, The Marble Index, and when Fred came home from Max’s Kansas City really late, she’d still be in the water … Fred was back and forth to Europe a lot. When he arrived back at the apartment one night with all his suitcases, he stumbled into the living room and found that he couldn’t switch the lights on. He saw a candle flickering in another room around the corner and then Nico walked in holding a candelabra. “Oh, Nico! I’m so sorry!” he said, suddenly realizing that Con Edison must have turned off the electricity. “I just remembered I forgot to pay the light bill, and here you’ve been in the dark all this time!” “Noooo, it’s fiiiiine,” she said, positively beaming with joy. She’d had the happiest time of her whole life, drifting around there in the dark for a whole month.”

/ From POP-ism: The Warhol Sixties (1980) /

Andy Warhol recalling the circumstances surrounding Nico’s magnum opus The Marble Index, released this month 55 years ago (November 1968. The precise date is seemingly lost in the mists of time). This album of what The Daily Telegraph would call “depraved Germanic lullabies” would be the first in the Nico’s bleak trilogy (Desertshore (1970) and The End (1974) followed). I would have bought my first copy aged around 18 from a used record store and was mesmerized by the challenging music and Nico’s inscrutable Mona Lisa expression on the cover.

Nico, (1968)

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Yasenia eats raw meat sometimes by the way and she has killed and will kill again.

When i drew this i meant it

[prettymissvu]

Dear Self,

Being spiritual and a parent is challenging. I don’t want to do the dirty work like laundry and cleaning the toilets. But I also don’t want to make my kids small servants.

But if the goal is to please myself, maybe they can be paid servants? That’s technically what allowance is..

[starrclown]

Ya know what would be so funny? The three people Macaque is drawn with alot either don't know who he is or just don't fucking like him.

(Oh by the way there is absolutely nothing wrong with drawing Macaque with any of these people as a duo or ship, besides the minor. Like it's cute but I just find it funny that MACAQUE is the one that gets drawn with these three.)

I've seen Macaque drawn with these three alot:

Princess Iron Fan: The joke is that since Wukong and Bull King are sworn brothers what if Princess Iron Fan and Macaque were sworn siblings. It's just silly.

Chang'e: They both are the moon. Macaque calls himself the moon and Chang'e is litteraly the moon goodess who is stuck on the moon. Ha ha, get it?

Bai He (Lady Bone Demon's possesed body): Macaque caught the girl when she fell so they're so obviously father and daughter. Nah I'm kidding, it's fine. But yeah, Macaque caught the girl when she fell so people made them father and daughter.

I just find it silly because

1. Has Princess Iron Fan met Macaque? Like ever? Even then, would she even like him. Something tells me she wouldn't really like the guy that stalks and obsesses over her brother in law, no matter how much she may not like him anymore.

2. Chang'e and Macaque, those hoes have never met. Ever. Ha ha moon. (Bro Chang'e is on the moon after the loss of her husband. Macaque compares himself to the moon because SUN Wukong and because sun and moon dynamic.That is not the same thing.)

3. Bro what the hell happened to that girl??? Like Macaque didn't adopt her. The last we see of her is eating noodles in Pigsy's shop. I find it funny that people looked at those 2 and thought "Yes, father and daughter."

Again honestly, there is nothing wrong with doing this. Seriously I'm not making fun of you. I just find it funny that MACAQUE is the one you wanna give interesting dynamics to.

(My FAVORITE part is all these people that I listed, their dynamics work better with Wukong. Princess Iron Fan and Wukong are siblings in law, Wukong has met Chang'e and she's a big fan, and wouldn't the litte girl make more sense with Wukong because they could both share the trauma of being possesed. Actually as we speak I'm writing a fic where Wukong apologizes to Bai He and tries to explain that no, he didn't want to kill her but the bone demon needed to be defeated and Bai He is just listening. I'll post whenever the hell I get that done.)

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘Cute’

Dr Strange x fem! reader

- i wanted to write some cute playful smut for once and i love this one. love u guys too, kiss kiss <3

The dimly lit streets of New York were tough. But Stephen Strange was tougher.

All the stars were shining just for him in the dead of night, the soft rumblings of him simply ridding of powerful foes echoed through his being- it was a breezy walk through the park it was that easy. Stephen sometimes just simply needed to remind himself of the powers he harboured and the pain he could simply inflict, so he went out at night even when he didn't need to. He was just pious like that, so sure of himself.

Stephen was on the rooftop of one of the buildings downtown, admiring his handiwork in his own photographic memory bank as he stared out into the New York city skyline. The moon enlightened his gloomy mind and the soft glow of the bulbs added a certain noir cadence to the air, it was like something out of a movie. His lips curled into a confident smile as he heard the rushing of an enemy behind him, he was already equipped and ready to take him out but when he twirled around the guy was punched to the ground, like ashes to the fire.

Ah, the handiwork of someone he'd come to be expectant and surprised by.

You.

Emerging out of the shadows like a creature unknown, your expression was one of confidence and a lack of modesty or humilty- the moonlight reflected on your features beautifully like always and yet Stephen was always surprised by you. You just had that sort of ability in addition to your flair for the dramatics and your tendancy to overdo everything as a means to prove you were smarter and more capable than everyone else.

Stephen's mouth dried at the sight of you and your incandecent figure.

You were such an unexpected little thing that Stephen was so damn curious about, what was your story? He wanted to read you like a book.

‘’Dr Strange.’’ You greeted him formally but you had a flirty smile painted on your face.

‘’Y/N.’’ He said back in the shock he was trying to feign.

‘'We keep bumping into each other, don't we?’’ Your smile was scandalous as you grabbed the fucker on the bare concrete as a means to put him elsewhere so he couldn't impede on you and Stephen goddamn Strange.

‘’No, no, I got him.’’ He smirked at you, trying to do your job for you as he grabbed the unconscious guy from your hands and portalled him away. Like two children who didn't know how to share a toy.

‘’Sure, sure. Even though I'm the one who took him out for you.’’ You teased like always but this time the air was thicker. Heavier. Denser. Eyes sparkling with a wicked gleam.

‘’Well I was here first.’’ He flirted back as he stepped forward closer to you.

‘’But you were off guard, one second more and he would've clipped you.’’ You raised a knowing eyebrow, biting your lip to satiate whatever deep rooted feeling you had for Stepehn right now.

‘’I don't need your help.’’ His togue travelled the inside of his cheek to stop his smirking.

‘’I know you don't.’’

‘’Then why are you here?’’

‘’I'm having some fun.’’

‘’Your version of fun is interesting.’’

‘’Fun is relative but don't be so boring and lecture me.’’’

‘’Boring? I'm offended.’’

‘’You should be.’’

‘’And lecture? How high handed do you think I am?’’

‘’Very...but I wouldn't mind that in certain situations.’’

Stephen knew that you were undressing him in your mind but he would be a hypocrite to call you out on it- he was doing the exact same. How couldn't he? Suit skin tight, body built like a goodess, the teasing. Fucking hell, the teasing. It was like it was your job to make him feel like a horny fucking teenager, the flirting between you will one day spiral out of control...maybe this was the day it all finally implodes in on itself. On the outside he was as suave as ever, portraying his expertise in those exchanges he loved so much. Everything you said was just so suggestive and Lord did he just want to fuck you stupid to just end this pettiness once and for all, for his sake more than yours.

You on the other hand, enjoyed seeing him like this. The dynamic between you was special and infuriating- flirting all the time, wanting to fuck each other, never doing anything about it. The frustration will make your inevitable collision that much more explosive, heady and potent. You wanted him so insanely bad, the eye fucking and flirty conversation wasn't cutting it for you anymore, not even your own fingers could satiate the need hibernating inside of you. Stephen Strange was the man you would instantly get on your knees for, he was everything you ever needed, the man you would degrade yourself for. These clandestine meetings just made everything much more provocative.

You circled around him as if he was your prey, so deliberate in your movements as body heats were about to merge. Stephen was covered in the scent of you, he exhaled as his eyes closed momentarily as you were behind him- your lips near his ear.

‘’I work alone.’’ Stephen said deadpan, trying to anchor himself back to reality his smirk wasn't hiding that though, he knew exactly what you were doing, he just wanted to see how you would play it out.

‘’You don't wanna work with me?’’ You foax pouted as your chin rested on his shoulder, lips still dangerously near his ear.

He bit his tongue, he remained silent- he knew what he wanted to say but he didn't want to give into your game that easily. He'd let you have your fun.

‘’What? No comeback.. no funny reason?’’ You whispered into his ear, your fingers teasing and playing with his hair.

Fuck. Shit. Your fingers were making his body stiffen...and something else.

Jesus Christ, your prowess was...inexplicable, ineffable.

He wouldn't be able to retain his sentient composure for much longer if you continued like this.

You licked his earlobe and bit down. Hard.

‘’Cat got your tongue?’’ You whispered, voice sweet and all honeyed- a weakness Stephen never knew he had before now.

Stephen exhaled before he grabbed you by the arm and spun you down to his front. The game was only just getting better. You scoffed and bit your lip when he pulled your body into his, hands landing on the sides of your waist and pinching hard. You finally made him give in, you felt so fucking powerful and special it'll be difficult to control your confidence after...well whatever he decides to do to you. You were itching to find out the delicious torture he was bound to inflict.

Stephen's glare darkened as his eyes bore into yours, it was cataclysmic, an invitation to play.

Okay, two can play that game.

His pupils were blown out and completely black as the seconds turned into minutes and the desperation was becoming more and more palpable in the cold New York air. Your eyes flitted to his lips, could you be that obvious? Do you need to spell it out for him that you needed his mouth on yours? These were the questions running rampant in your mind but Stephen was careful, cunning and calculated- he wanted to drag it out, make you needy and watch that fatale facade crumble before him as a form of cruel entertainment.

He could fuck you on the roof...but it would be incredibly uncomfortable for you. Concrete really isn't the epitome of a good fucking spot.

‘’So callous.’’ You taunted again, eyes unable to hide your sheer delight at his unprecedented reaction.

‘’Awh, don't be cute. It'll get you nowhere.’’ His voice was low and husky and oh so sexy.

‘’I'll stop when you finally have the balls to make me stop.’’

He suddenly grabbed your jaw and jutted it upward, his hand was massive in comparison to your face and your mouth pried open slightly, eyes heavy lidded and lust clouded.

‘’Cute.’’ Stephen muttered simply before his mouth clashed against yours.

Thank. Fucking. God.

His free hand travelled to your hair and pulled it back so your sweet mouth would open wider just for him, he tasted at you like a carnivorous animal satiating his hunger for you, but he wasn't full, he was greedy for more.

Stephen thought you tasted divine when his tongue explored the depths of your mouth. Your hands landed in his hair and your fingers carded through the thick strands of grey and black. His salt and pepper hair made you go crazy- he was just so mature and sizzling hot, you couldn't get enough. It was evident the way you started getting more needy for his touch. You were aching for it.

Enough was enough. He twirled his fingers behind you to form a portal to his bedroom in the Sanctum, you were too intoxicated by his taste to even register that he was pushing you through a portal and onto his bed. The fuzzy orange dissipated into thin air from whence it came and you were sprawled out on his bed and he was standing over you, looking as domineering as ever. You were basking in his beauty, and he was eyeing you like you were heaven incarnate. His cloak hung itself up and it only made he anticipation in the air heavier.

He revelled in the sight of you like this. He couldn't get enough of you normally when you were competitive, teasing and full to the brim with confidence. You were just so fucking fun. So fucking fun to be around and banter about nothing and everything with. It made him feel alive again. However he was rendered speechless by your position now. Subservient, submissive and trembling before him. The sensation travelled to the end of his cock.

‘’Undress me?’’ You asked so sweetly it would make his insides rot like a sugary tart, your big doe eyes blinking up at him as a subconscious tease.

Stephen was standing inbetween your thighs at the edge of his bed as you sat up. He stared down at you, it was clear he enjoyed this due to that crooked smile on his face.

He didn't say anything. His hand just darted and clamped onto your neck and pinned you down onto the bed roughly. It was over in quick hot flashes when you realised he was fawning over you and kissing your jaw. Stephen unzipped your suit with an ease he was praying for, he discarded it in a matter of seconds and it found hospice in a dark corner. Your naked body shivered as the cool air hit your skin.

‘’Oh...so you can be fun.’’

‘’You've been chasing fun for a while haven't you sweetheart?’’

‘’It's thrilling.’’

‘’And by fun you mean your need to chase me...well consider me chased.’’

‘'Oh, you can be so obtuse sometimes Stephen.’’ You pouted.

‘’You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?’’ He retaliated with a heavy voice.

Your hands instantly travelled to his pants to get him in you quicker.

‘’So eager...This what you wanted all along?’’ He was making fun of you now and you were tired of the filler, you need him now.

Stephen rid himself of his remaining clothes and merged his body against yours, they melded perfectly it was like it was fated. He kissed everywhere like his lips were a paintbrush and you were the canvas. Stephen's discerning self control was cracking as he bit down on your tits, you clawed at his back mercilessly as the void in your lower stomach was eating away at your entire being.

‘’Yeah, wanted you to fuck me but you were just so damn caught up in everything else...am I not on your mind?’’ You flirted in order to just rile him the fuck up.

‘’Always...don't be cute.’’ Stephen threatened and it made your fingers tug on his hair.

‘’No.’’

‘’You can't be cute, not when you're this wet. You have no juristiction sweetheart. Your credibility's shattered.’’He countered, his tone oozing with desperation.

He had a point though and it made you blush in embarrassment.

‘’Honey, don't pout.’’ Stephen's hand smooshed your cheeks as he mocked you so brazenly, it made your blood boil and veins quake.

Stephen pushed his glorious cock inside of you- you were delighted to feel that it was as thick as you envisioned it, even bigger if you were being completely honest. He was losing himself in the sheer feeling of you. He always pushed all the right buttons, he was touching you in all the right places... as if he's had your body add played with it a thousand times before.

Your knees buckled with every rut of his hips, you snapped yours to meet his and it was like this crazy infinite collision that was in production for so long- now it was finally time to let go of all the tension that surmounted in your bones. Stephen rocked your body with a particularly hard thrust that made you pant like a bitch in heat. Dear everloving God.

‘’Don't be shy baby...let me hear you.’’ Stephen sighed, you instantly obliged as you moaned into him.

‘’Thought you didn't want me to be cute?’’ You responded payfully.

What really did him in was the intense eye contact between you both, pupils dialating and unwavering, watching your face contort into multiple different scenarios of pleasure. Your mouth was agape as his hands roamed your body, feeling and memorising every dip and curve- comitting everything to his photographic memory.

‘’Make me feel like all of this...this w-waiting was worth it.’’ You stuttered as his pace quickened.

"Bossy little lady, aren’t you?’’

You whimpered lewdly as he bit your lip, he kept the unrelenting pace and you actually feared he was going to split you in half. Lord it felt so good but it was difficult to accomodate him. Stephen deposited a sloppy bite on your neck and you felt yourself bottom out with a final singular touch to your glistening clit.

Unable to speak, you let out a strangled cry as the world was warping in your peripheral...the only thing visible were Stephen's eyes boring into your soul and rewriting your story. He grunted as he fucked you through your release, the overwhelming sensation dulling and heightening your senses all at once.

‘’Fuck...what are you doing to me?’’ You exhaled sharply and that was his undoing, he filled you up with a gutteral groan as heat swirled in his gut. His body tightened and his muscles tensed with every moment he was filling you to the brim.

Stephen's clammy forehead met yours as you panted in post coital bliss. He remarked at your question.

What is he doing to you?

What are you doing to him?

What are you doing to each other?

Fucking hell, he had never felt this good before… this alive before and it was the only time his curiosity got the best of him.

[poemsbyjonna]

Bound to the moon, a goodess walks through dust with grace.

Her raven hair floating in star-studded space.

She was exiled from earth, where her true love once lived.

For taking an elexir that was meant for him.

Eternally she lives in her prison of gold.

Watching centuries come and go.

She grieves the life she cannot have.

Side by side with her love in another realm.

[roseseals]

i think that heejin handshake artemis unicorn thing in the mv bc loonaverse heejin is like god basically or wtv ? but she was thebonly one that like really actually faced artemis and then also it wasnpointed out that her nails were glowing red at the end of the mv anf yeah also silver hair when artemis is. silver moon goodess..

[missalicevalentine]

WLW Monster/Alien Romance rp plot ideas

Hey! I'm looking for a good old dramatic, romantic, gay wlw stuff! I have a few plots I'd absolutely love to flesh out with someone! A few I'm more excited to ask about.

For this since I'm twenty one I'm looking for other people around my age (adults, no minors) and preferably other fem presenting people!

Plots:

(Note I would love to play character B in these)

1: character A is an ocean goddess of some sort. Big, powerful and just absolutely beautiful. Think tall and intimadating and just incredible! (For height think Lady d from resident evil) and one day a mortal(Character B) is sacrificed to her. There was a prophecy she would find the love of her life at the bottom of the sea (which was where character B was left to drown. I love the idea of Character A grappling with the idea of mortality as she has waited for almost forever for this single human mortal only to have to deal with the fact how fast a mortal life is. And then you have character B who is dealing with and tackling the insecurities there would be from litteraly being in the shadows of someone so powerful. Super angsty!

2: Character A is a queen of an alien race. Power hungry and war driven people! This queen has spent a long time conquering species and planets in search for her long awaited queen. (If you haven't noticed I like prophecies and true love) character A is huge and scary. An intimadating individual who is taller, scarier and meaner than her subjects. Either way, she makes her way to earth and in the chaos she's brought finds character B.

I love stories of aliens and monsters and I love writing their stories with someone as passionate! And I think with a sea goodess or alien queen there are so many fun and interesting concepts and ideas to merge! If you are interested please sent me a moon emoji!^^

[crystallilytarot]

Hello thankyou so much for opening free readings, it means a alot. also love your readings sometimes choosing between cute animals is just so funny because there's this k!nky and hawt reading behind them. I love the way you put real things, can i know if there's a specific reason why?

Can I get a pov of my future Spouse during/after our first time together?

I'm Jasmine btw, a Capricorn sun, virgo moon and Taurus rising. (Tropical) I love doing something creative, something that can make me use my imagination and colours. reading and writing are bae 🤌🏻✨

Thankyou so much dear, hope you have an amazing day ahead!! Also looking forward to what's coming up next, hope there is some messages for me in the upcoming pick-a-pile. Have an amazing day/night ahead. 🫶🏻🤍✨🧿

Thank you very much 💕🍀

Do you mean why I use these items to my pac readings? I just like to be creative with it. But ngl, it's also because Idk how to edit pictures lol I try to use the cute stuff for not 18+ posts, but I do a lot of those and I don't have enough items now.

During your first time. They are in cloud 9. The whole thing feels so good, they feel confident, happy. Reallyyyy enjoys it. They need to focus a little bit not to cum too soon. I mean, it's just because they like your body so much and enjoy having sex with you so much. It feels that it will last for a long time, probably a long foreplay too. Or maybe 2 rounds. And I think you will both have an orgasm, but I look at their feelings now and it seems that for them it will be very intense and satisfying.

After. Well, it seems like a love at first sex. But probably they have feelings before too, but after they will just know that you belong together. They feel very lucky to have you, and they will see you even more beautiful, very sensual, like a goodess. Yeah, probably two round, and they are already fantasizing about your next time. Feels a little obsessed with your body, but just in a hot way, don't worry.

[isefyres-archive]

@dcviline asked: ❛ sneaky . to sneak away from a gathering to have sex with my muse . (vyrela @ arthur)

She    is    beautiful.    It    almost    seems    all    too    planned,    the    way    her    room,    so    far    away    from    the    gathering    and    the    noise,    seems    to    shine    by    the    light    of    the    moon    alone.    In    there,    he    wears    more    of    his    Dayne    colors    than    the    Kingsguard    uniform    and    his    eyes    follow    her    every    movement    as    she    lures    him    inside,    door    closed    behind    him    as    he    walks    closer    to    her.    A    star    goodess.    Nay,    she    had    the    fox    eyes    and    her    alluring    presence    was    magic,    he    could    feel    it    in    his    bones.    The    mere    insinuation    of    curves    behind    fabric    of    a    dress    is    enough    to    make    him    throw    his    vows    to    the    window.    No    one    will    know.   

Companionship    is    seeked    when    one    has    loneliness    most    of    their    days.    "Take    your    dress    off."    Arthur's    voice    comes    through    in    a    gentle    command,    voice    hoarsed    with    desire    as    he    stands    at    a    distance,    an    observant    of    a    nympth    luring    a    man    to    his    petite    death.    "Did    you    even    wore    smallclothes,    my    lady?"    He    asks    with    tease,    eyes    roaming    through    her    body,    his    hand    pulling    on    the    fabric    by    her    legs,    where    his    fingers    could    linger    on    her    skin.

[terionmiller]

Moon Goodess Jigsaw puzzle

Assembling puzzles is the perfect family bonding activity. Treat yourself to a unique puzzle and gather your loved ones for an evening filled with joy and teamwork. • Pressed paper chipboard with adhesive, 0.06″ (1.53 mm) thick • 252 pcs puzzle size: 10.62″ × 13.62″ (27 × 34.6 cm) • 520 pcs puzzle size: 15.74″ × 19.74″ (40 × 50.1 cm) • Digitally printed • Semi-gloss finish • Vibrant colors • Can…

[myheartisthemoon]

heyy! i would private message you but it doesn’t seem to be working so i’ll just write it on here. since you are a moon witch i’m pretty sure your aware that a group of baby witches hexed the moon. i always kind of felt attracted to the moon is the anyway i can connect with my self with the moon? or make my connection with the moon stronger?

Hey!! Ill have to look and make sure my messages are okay! And first i want to adress the hexing thing. I did see everything about that, i also saw that some people said it fake and the person that started it just said it to make witches look bad. Whether tgats true or not i felt a mood shift in Selene, i believe that they either actually did it, or some one did after that fact because it was "trendy". Either way Selene was not effected physically. The people that were supposed to use the powers she gives us for good just used them on her. All witches use the moon in their magic, the moon is simply a part of being a witch. So hexing the moon, will always fail. She is simply feeling betrayed.

As for connecting to the moon, im not 100% sure what advice to give. Ive always been drawn to the moon and felt connected to Selene. Hower, some things i do to respect the moon and Selene are:

1. I have a candle dedicated to Selene, and i light it only at night.

2. Moonwater. Using the moonwater you make in tiur craft will always build a connection, your working with a direct part of it, and your magics' are entertwining.

3. Spend some time out in the moon light, especially the full moon.

4. Moon flowers. Its just a personal thing, but caring for a flower that is directly connected to the moon and needs it to survive, makes me feel like im caring for part of the moon or a child of the moon.

And theres probably a lot of other things you could do. So ill do some research for you ^-^ since i dont know it we can learn together.

So the next few rhings ill post will be information on connecting to the moon and the deities of the moon 🌻🌙 thank you do much for you questions!🌙🌻

[sangriaroz]

Lunatic- Inktober*Day1* [Illustration Timelapse]

Here is a slightly to inappropriate drawing for youtube...on YouTube! It’s pretty :)

[katlimeart]

Made in 2020

If you’ve seen this anywhere else, I posted it back on my deviantArt when it was made.

Mario girls cosplaying as the Harvest Goodess (Harvest Moon franchise)

1. Goddess (Save the Homeland)

2. Mariel (Magical Melody)

3. Dessie (Story of Seasons & Trio of Towns)

4. Goddess (Story of Seasons: Friends of Mineral Town)

5. Lady Galariel (Return to PoPoLoCrois: A Story of Seasons Fairytale)

6. Sephia (Tree of Tranquility & Animal Parade)

7. Vera (Doraemon: Story of Seasons)

[ivyilustra]

Do the universe a favor, don't hide your magic. 🌙 🌚 🌙

[jeonbunnie]

moonstruck

pairing: reader x namjoon

summary: the one where namjoon makes the moon his lover

genre: fluff, smut, tiny bit of angst, greekgods!au,

soundtrack: orbit— nao

content/warnings: 18+, strangers to lovers, POV shifts, goodess!reader, mortal!namjoon

a/n: this is apart of yutasgalaxy’s gods among us collab! such a lovely idea ty for creating it, I had lot of fun writing reader as the goddess selene.♡ (also not beta’d)

word count: 4.1k

♪ Kinda sad but you remind me, you remind me of a love that I once knew ♪

Insomnia liked to play with Namjoon.

On bad days, he couldn't get to sleep at all. The stress would keep him up. Or maybe it was the tv, or maybe it was his cell phone? Sometimes it seemed to be a combination of all three. On good days, he'd spend hours curled up in bed, thoughts racing a mile a minute before finally, finally, falling asleep. But it wasn't just that he couldn't get to sleep: the problem was staying asleep.

He always woke up around 2 a.m., when his anxious body pulled him from the depths of his consciousness, and tonight was no different.

Namjoon shifted in bed, turning on his side to face the window. His limbs felt strange and heavy, prickly sensations running through them like static. Lately, the lack of sleep was starting to become a nightly occurrence. He couldn't sleep, but at least he had the moon.

If he was honest with himself, insomnia all started after the end of his last relationship.

After the breakup, it got harder and harder for him to answer his phone. He didn't feel like hanging out with Hoseok and Yoongi around campus on the one chance he'd run into her. His friends kept saying that he needed to get up and get out, get under someone to get over his ex. But Namjoon didn't have it in him to start a rebound with a stranger.

And it didn't feel right to lay the burden of fixing all the broken pieces of his heart on his friends.

So he stayed inside, and he kept to himself, only talking to the moon.

When no one else was around, the moon was his confidant. Talking to her was peaceful, healing even. He told her everything, from how his day went to his innermost thoughts. He told her things he didn't feel safe whispering to anyone else.

Tonight, her beauty was breath-taking; round, full, figure glowing up the endless dark. On nights like these, when his mind was restless, the moon was Namjoon's only comfort.

"Hey, beautiful." He said, beaming at the sight of her. "You look radiant tonight."

There was a certain kind of madness that came from self-isolation. Namjoon didn't think he was going crazy, but sometimes, he swore he could hear her talking back. A sweet, calm voice, echoing in the distance. Sometimes he thought it was all in his head.

Little did he know, you talked to Namjoon just as much as he spoke to you.

Maybe it was the gentle cadence of his deep voice or the adoring looks he sent your way, but you quickly grew fond of Namjoon and his midnight talks. You couldn't help but respond when he called out to you.

Hi Namjoon. I thought you went to bed early tonight? Can't sleep again?

You weren't sure if he really heard you, of course. Humans rarely paid attention to the gods these days, and if they did, they certainly weren't focused on you, a long-forgotten moon goddess. But he always responded in kind.

"I tried. Caught a few z's for a while, but I'm awake now, so it's just you and me." Namjoon sat up, swinging his legs out of bed, rising to throw on a housecoat. "I'm gonna make some tea; you want some?"

Your heart softened at the offer, even though you knew it was a half-hearted offer. Sure, you giggled. Send me up a cup.

Lifting your white gown, you pad over barefoot to the balcony of your temple to get a better view. You sat between the columns lining it, feet dangling off the side of sparkling white marble as you looked down below you. Normally, the balcony overlooked a galaxy of stars with constellations blinking through the night and auroras blanketing the sky. But more and more frequently, you changed the view, opening a portal to see your favorite mortal.

Namjoon was in the kitchen putting a kettle on the stove. "What kind of tea does the moon like? Green? Earl Grey?"

Have you ever heard of golden milk?

"Never heard of it."

It's my favorite. Sooo good. I'll make you some sometime. When we finally get that date.

Namjoon chuckled, "Okay, I'll look forward to it."

You made promises like that a lot, even when you both knew they'd never come true. You couldn't exactly have a tea party with him from your domain, but it was the thought that counted. Maybe you were flirting—just a little bit—but you couldn't help but tease.

You watched as he poured the boiling water into a cup and grabbed a bag kg tea from the cupboard. You liked watching him and chatting with him until the sun came up.

Perhaps it was an invasion of privacy (and neglect of your duties, it was your job to bless the restless with sleep, not keep them up all night talking), but you couldn't help yourself.

Namjoon added a teaspoon of sugar into his steaming tea; the clink of the spoon meeting glass was the only sound in the apartment. Things were awfully quiet now that he had a place to himself.

"Don't you ever find yourself wanting company?"

You keep me company.

Namjoon smiled, flashing his dimples and warmth flooded through your chest. You loved that smile.

A friend, I mean, someone you talk to.

We talk every night. Are we not friends? You teased.

"I like to think so," he said. "I come to you with everything, but who do you go to?

You laughed at that. I don't go anywhere. I'm the moon.

The moon incarnate, to be exact. You had celestial responsibilities; most deities were much too busy to meet with one another. The gods kept to their designated realms, and not all of you got along.

"Do you ever get lonely up there? All by yourself?" He wondered aloud, looking out the window at the full moon.

You paused, a bit surprised by the personal question. Namjoon talked to you about all kinds of personal things, but rarely did the conversation center you and your state of well-being. You couldn't remember the last time someone asked about how you were feeling.

Namjoon listened for that still, quiet voice.

I'm not alone, you finally said. I have the stars.

"Hmm," he hummed, taking a sip of his tea. "But they're so far away?" He tried to picture it, letting his imagination run wild, but somehow he couldn't see the stars making very good companions.

"Are the stars enough?"

It was strangely endearing to hear the concern in his voice. Most humans weren't so thoughtful; they never considered the moon an entity outside of nature, let alone someone with desires and feelings. If they talked to you at all, it was only to pray for their desires: more sleep, more time, more power. No one ever considered your well-being.

You didn't have very many friends, and with the faith of humanity fading every day, there was no need for human interactions.

You did miss that part, your relationship with mankind. To be needed, fulfill those needs, and be loved in return…the connection between mortals and the gods was truly sublime. It'd been so long since you'd felt a love like that.

Perhaps you were lonely.

No, they're not enough, you said quietly, mostly to yourself.

Namjoon heard you, though. He knew what that felt like.

He looked up into the sky, wanting so badly to have you by his side. "I wish—" he cut himself off, looking down into the tea he cupped in his hands, almost too embarrassed to admit the absurdity out loud.

"I wish you were here…."

More than that, he wished you were real. That all this pillow talk could take place in person. "I wish I could be with you right now. Then neither of us would have to be lonely."

A cloud passed, blocking out the moon and covering the room in darkness. Namjoon closed his eyes, imagining the impossible visualizing the moon, just for a second. The moon personified, in an all-white dress, divine glow all around her.

And when he opened them, his vision had materialized in front of him.

The cup slipped from his hands, tumbled down below to break into a million tiny shards, but Namjoon barely heard the crash—he was too busy looking at you, the woman standing in his kitchen.

…

A few minutes later, you sat on his couch and held Namjoon's warm hands in yours.

"Sorry," you said, tenderly picking out shards of glass from his palm. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't—I think I was surprised more than anything."

You hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. You also hadn't expected your human to be so clumsy, scrambling to clean up the mess he made at your arrival with his bare hands. However, his reaction is probably one of the calmest you'd ever seen.

"You're taking this well," you said, eyeing him as you worked. You could tell Namjoon just rolled out of bed by the look of him, honey brown locs curling into an endearing mess, a tell-tale sign of bed head. He looked comfy in a plain white t-shirt and some grey sweats, but you could see the dark circles under his eyes

Namjoon winced as you pulled out another shard, then let out a chuckle. "Honestly, if this didn't hurt so bad, I'd swear I was dreaming right now."

"But I'm not dreaming, am I?" He asked, voice low.

You smiled at him softly. "You're not dreaming."

Namjoon had an idea of who—what—you were the minute he laid eyes on you, crazy as it was. You'd already done the whole who, what, why thing. And he knew it was you the second he heard your voice, the voice he'd been dreaming of for months on end. But still, he needed it explained once more to be sure. "I still don't think I understand."

"You summoned me," you started.

One minute you were in your temple watching Namjoon from above, and the next, you were right there in the room with him.

"Mortals used to think they needed a sacrifice or an offering to summon us, but it's never really been that complicated."

"Sacrifice… like? Ah—" Namjoon grimaced as you pulled out another shard. "Sacrifice to the gods?"

"Mhmm," you hummed.

Namjoon's mind raced as all the information flooded to him, momentarily distracting him from the pain. "Are you telling me you're the moon goddess? Like Selene?"

You smiled at his recognition. "I go by many names…but, yes."

He couldn't be in more awe. He studied all the Greek classics and always enjoyed reading tales of the gods…but never thought he'd meet one. It all felt so impossible.

"How can you be real? I mean, here, in the flesh?"

You laughed. "I've always been real. Just away…People stopped believing in the gods. There hasn't been a need for us to take human form in millennia. Most of us just keep to ourselves unless we're summoned."

It'd been ages since someone even spoke your name, let alone beckoned you to their side. "You're the first in a very long time."

"But how? I didn't have a sacrifice or an offering."

"The mind is a powerful thing. You thought of me, and for a moment…you believed. You accepted the possibility of my existence. And that belief, coupled with the sincerity of your request, brought me to you."

You'd almost forgotten what it was like to take on the abrupt change. The shift in the air, change in matter, that transported you from one plane to another. It felt foreign even to you. You couldn't imagine what it must be like to appear to an unknowing mortal.

"Did any of that make sense?"

Namjoon nodded. It all still felt surreal, but he could understand.

By the time you finished explaining, you had cleaned all the glass from Namjoon's hands. "Hold still," you said, placing your hands over his open palms. "This might tingle a bit."

Namjoon watched as light bloomed from your hand, spreading into his own, a golden hue lighting between you. Then came the heat, a hot pricking sensation that dissolved into a pooling warmth. When you took away your hands, there were no wounds, no scars. He was completely healed.

You looked up from his hands. "There, all better."

Namjoon brought a hand to his face, staring in amazement. "I have so many questions."

You grinned at him. "Well, thanks to you, we have all night. Ask me anything you like."

The two of you relocated to the bedroom, where so many of your conversations took place. You manifested warm mugs of milk, turmeric, and cinnamon—the golden milk as promised. Namjoon drank his all up within minutes, and you had to keep refilling his cup. You carried on for the next hour, drinking and talking in the dark.

Had the conversation been with anyone else, perhaps sitting on his bed with a stranger would have been uneasy, but with you, it felt intimate, familiar even.

Because he knew you after all, even with all that time apart, meeting with him didn't feel strange—it felt like a part of him was coming home.

"When was the last time you were summoned?" He asked, curiosity still on his tongue. He wanted to know everything about you.

Your brow furrowed as you tried to recall, but alas, no memories surfaced. It pained you that you didn't know. "You know what? I can't remember."

"Humanity has long forgotten about the gods. Few, if any, speak to us anymore. Your's is the only voice I've known for centuries..."

If he closed his eyes and listened to you speak, no doubt, the same peace washed over him like hearing you all those nights before, your voice like a lullaby putting him at ease.

Except Namjoon couldn't take his eyes off you.

You were hypnotizing, and it wasn't just the haloed glow that danced around the top of your head like a crown.

You stopped talking, catching the look in his eye. "I'm sorry, I'm talking too much, aren't I?"

"Not at all; I'm not staring because you're boring me. Quite the opposite actually… .you're captivating."

"Am I different than you imagined?" You said.

"Yeah, you're different," he admitted. "Better."

You weren't sure how to take his open interest. A part of you, though, was flattered, intrigued even; you couldn't deny how handsome he was and the attraction you felt building.

But you'd already been down this road. This feeling…it reminded you of a love you had before. But that was a different time, with another man—a man whose eyes remained closed to you.

You hadn't been involved with another human since, and though you knew this time was different—you couldn't go there, not again. Falling for a mortal was out of the question. You shook your head, blocking out the thought.

"What is it?" Said Namjoon.

"Nothing," you said, dismissing his concern. "I suppose I just haven't had this much attention in quite a while. I don't know what to do with myself."

"Do you miss it?"

"Miss what?"

"Humanity."

You shrugged. "Less and less since I started watching over you."

"Oh," Namjoon said, lips curling as he brought his mug to his lips. "So you've been watching me, huh?"

You feel yourself glow a bit, brightening in your embarrassment. "Don't say it like that! I haven't stalked you or anything. I just like to check in on you from time to time for my own comfort."

That gave him pause. He set his drink down on the bedside table, facing you fully. "I bring you comfort?"

You blinked. You hadn't realized the words you just said, even now, even though it was the truth.

You nodded, suddenly shy.

Namjoon could help but grin at your reaction. Was the moon…Blushing? Hearing that warmed him inside. He found himself drawn to you. Was it your power? Namjoon couldn't tell if it was your godhood or something more, but he felt bewitched. "I hope you know the feeling is mutual."

He found himself inching closer towards you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off your body.

You didn't fight the proximity as Namjoon inched closer to you on the bed. There was a part of you, a small, stupid part that wanted him even closer.

"Can I kiss you?" Namjoon blurted out.

He knew how ridiculous that sounded the second it was out of his mouth, but he couldn't help himself. He felt inexplicably drawn to you. Ever since you appeared to him, the need to be close to you was all-consuming.

You'd already had your heart broken by a man who never could have loved you the same way you loved him. But against all sanity, you didn't pull away at his request. Worse, you leaned in.

What were you doing? Hadn't you learned your lesson before? And yet, here you were…risking the same heartache again.

"I don't think you should…" you said, heart, guarded, voice just above a whisper.

"Why not? The light you cast every night, it's love. You send your love down for everyone, but who's loving you?"

"Let me…" he said, lips ghosting against yours.

His words moved your heart, even when your mind told you otherwise. A relationship between a mortal and a goddess would only end in tragedy. But still…

You wanted this. Wanted him. It'd been so long since you'd felt affection for a man, so long since you'd known love—even longer since somebody touched you.

So when Namjoon closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours, you sank into the kiss with a sigh.

Namjoon kissed you slowly at first, cupping your jawline tentatively as if you could disappear at any moment. For all, he knew you would. He wanted to savor every moment, every sigh, every hum of pleasure. Only when you leaned into him, pressing your chest to his, did he deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

You'd forgotten how good kissing felt. Namjoon licked into your mouth, and a constellation of pleasure lit up inside you. All apprehension flew from your mind. All that mattered was the way he made you feel: hot, desired, wanted.

And you wanted him, too—more than you thought possible.

He kissed down your neck, lips soft as clouds, so gentle it made your heartache. His hands had a will of their own, wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you from your side of the bed and into his lap. He felt the delicious weight of you in his lap before his mind could catch up, and he broke the kiss, pausing to check in.

"Is this okay?"

"Please," you panted. "Don't stop."

Namjoon kissed you again, stealing your breath. But this time, the kiss was hungry. All tongue and teeth and hiss and bite. You could feel him, hot and heavy between your thighs, the thinness of your gown doing little to conceal his growing arousal.

You ground down in his lap, both of you moaning at the pleasure it caused. His hand dug into the flesh of your ass and dragged you harder against him.

It was all too much and not enough. You want to feel Namjoon's skin on yours. You pulled back for a moment, and just like that, you dissolved yourselves of any clothing in a flash of light.

With both of you naked before each other, something shifted between you. A dionysian heat passed over you, and you knew you wouldn't be satisfied until you had Namjoon inside you.

You were overwhelmed by the hazy look in his eyes, lust darkening his stare as he drank up the sight of you.

Namjoon can't believe his eyes, the divinity in front of him. "You're perfect," he marveled, hands coming up, sliding up your waist to cup your breast, and you moaned at his hot touch.

When his eyes dipped lower, eyeing the wetness between your legs, his cock throbbed. "I wanna taste you."

He splayed his hand out on your belly, lowering you to down the bed then quickly diving between your thighs. You barely had time to catch your breath, and then he was there, where you needed him most, pink tongue sliding against your folds.

You threw your head back, back arching as Namjoon worshiped at the altar between your thighs. You lost all sanity, fingers tangling in his hair, and he lapped at your center. And when his mouth trailed up, was sucking hard on your clit, as he pushed two fingers inside you, sparks traveled down your thighs till your toes curled in bliss.

Namjoon held you through it, licking up your juices and tasting ambrosia on his lips. "So good," he hummed, husky voice making you shiver.

You whimpered at the last swipe of his tongue on your clit. You can't help but agree; it's good, so good, but it's not enough. You need more; need him inside you.

"Namjoon," you said, voice strained as you tugged at his hair to get his attention. He looked up, eyes staring into you, making you feel molten inside. You couldn't hold back your desire anymore

"Take me."

Reluctantly, Namjoon parted from you, taking his time to lick up the rest of our cum like nectar. Only when you whined did he fully pull away, positioning himself at your entrance.

He locked eyes with you once more, looking for your consent even as his length pulsed against your thigh. But instead, he found hesitation in your eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asked, eyes crinkled with concern. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head, feeling strangely vulnerable. "No, it's just—It's been a while."

Namjoon smiled at you reassuringly. "It's been a while for me, too. Don't be nervous. I'll take care of you."

He leaned down and kissed you again, lips so soft, so sweet. Then he lined up with your entrance and pushed inside. You held onto his shoulders, fingers biting crescent moons into his skin, and he took you, claiming your heavenly body as his.

Namjoon moaned at the sensation of being inside you. You felt like heaven. Hot, and wet, and so damn tight. He kissed your neck, catching his breath as the ecstasy washed over him.

You felt so full as he slid in all the way, every inch of him stretching you to the limit. When he stilled, giving you time to adjust you lifted your hips, somehow still desperate for more of him.

Namjoon wasted time giving you what you wanted. He rocked into you, pace steady, deep. The way he loved you had you crying out with every drag of his cock against your walls. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest as he filled you over and over again.

You all but melted in his arms. You wanted to stay in this moment, but you could already feel yourself reaching a peak.

Namjoon knew; he could feel you clenching, squeezing him just right. He quickened the pace, driving into you with a force that has him seeing stars. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer until you fell over the edge, orgasm spiraling through you like a falling star. The halo around you grew bright, lighting up the room as you transcended into paradise.

Namjoon followed you, white-hot pleasure hooting through his veins, eclipsing everything else till all he felt was the glory of having you. He came moaning your name as his cum spilled deep inside you.

You felt empty inside when he pulled out, but the feeling was so short-lived. Namjoon wasted no time cradling you in his arms, his body spooning you till your tangled limbs curled together, resembling a half-moon.

You relaxed into his touch, feeling true content for the first time in a long time as he pulled the sheets over you.

"I didn't know I could feel like that for anyone anymore," you said when your breaths faded into a comfortable silence.

Namjoon watched you, marveling at the moonlight pooling in his arms, completely enamored by your afterglow. "Me either."

You turned in his arms to face him. There was so much you wanted to say. But with so many feelings reawakening inside, you didn't know where to start. So instead, you kissed him. Soft and sweet, and as lovingly as you could. And when he kissed you back, with just as much ardor, you knew you didn't need any words at all.

"You have to go, don't you?" He said when you broke away, looking at you with hope in his eyes.

You looked out the window. Outside it was almost dawn, soon it would be dawn and the sun would rise, signaling another day. But you still had some time. "Not yet," you sighed, cuddling into his chest.

"I think I'll stay awhile.”