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[dearlyybrightmoon]

DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW POLITES, ODYSSEUS AND EURYLOCHUS ALL GREW UP TOGETHER AND LIKE ODYSSEUS CALLS POLITES HIS "BEST FRIEND" DURING "MONSTER" AND HE AND EURYLOCHUS CALL EACH OTHER "BROTHER" CAUSE THEY WERE BROTHERS IN LAW AND WHEN ODYSSEUS LOSES THEM HE LOSES PART OF HIS CREW BUT HE ALSO LOSES HIS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS???? TO THEM BEFORE HE WAS "CAPITAIN", BEFORE HE WAS "KING", HE WAS ODY. AND HE LOST THEM. THEY WERE KIDS, SOLDIERS AND TRAVELERS TOGETHER AND. HE. LOST. THEM.

[slttygeto]

gojo is super soft with you and you never notice it. how could you? I mean, the strongest sorcerer was always nice and kind to his students, an amazing father figure to megumi and a great mentor to yuuji. so you assumed that was how he behaved normally.

but you what seemed to forget is that he is the strongest, meaning he had the strength of a fucking god. his hands were huge and rough, a lean stature that could make you heart stutter when he towers over you and thighs that were strong enough to bounce you on his cock with so much ease.

gojo loves being soft with you, it reminds him that someone sees him for something that’s beyond what he was created for, beyond his cursed techniques and the chaos he caused at birth.

and so when you sink down on his cock, his rough hands are grabbing and kneading at the skin of your waist with so much love. they travel up to thumb at your nipples then are placed down on your ass cheek, giving them a light squeeze.

you’re almost whining because of the burn in your thigh, and the way you softly cry out “satoru” has the man seeing heaven before he’s hugging your middle and thrusting up inside you at a dizzying pace.

“fuck me, baby,” he rasps out when he notices the fucked out look on your face, slipping a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit. he chuckles when you let out a squeak at the stimulation, kissing your shoulder to calm you down, asking you to relax and take it.

he takes care of you, brings you into many orgasms before hes letting you collapse on top of him, clinging onto him like he’s your lifeline. and he loves that.

he loves being needed for something that isn’t “the strongest”, which is why he promises to love you even as the stars fall.

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[hoshifighting]

       jun + sensitive reader

— if he thought you would be that intimidating at sex, poor jun, or better, poor you, you are so sensitive that one touch of him, is enough to make you squirm.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, sensitive to touch, overwhelming.

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he thought you were so fucking poised, like, the first time he saw you, all buttoned up and standing straight, you had this quiet confidence that screamed untouchable. it was almost intimidating, honestly. jun had that cocky smile on his face, sure, but in his head? he was making all these assumptions. he figured you'd be just as composed when it came down to it. probably even boring, straight-laced, nothing wild under the surface.

and you let him think that for a while. played along, teasing him with this image of a girl who’s got it all together, like you couldn’t be touched or fazed. hell, it’s not like you didn’t like being seen that way sometimes. you liked the way his eyes always followed you around the room, like he was waiting for the right moment to peel back that exterior.

but the truth? the truth is that it doesn’t take much to break that composed little image you’ve built up. that first time he had his hands on you? the second he slipped his fingers down past your waistband, it was like everything shattered. you had this tension in your shoulders, still trying to act like you could keep it together, and then his fingers brushed over your clit, and everything fucking changed.

“shit,” you gasped, the word spilling out of your mouth before you could even think. his fingers were barely there, just ghosting over your skin, and already your whole body was lighting up like a goddamn fuse. all that posture, all that control, and suddenly you’re squirming like you can’t even handle the way he’s touching you.

he smirked, like he knew, like this was exactly what he was waiting for. “you’re sensitive,” he murmured, voice low, almost teasing, as he dipped his fingers between your folds again, making sure to drag them right over your clit this time. “didn’t expect you to fall apart so quick.”

you fucking hated how right he was. hated that he was unraveling you so easily, like all those walls you’d built up around him didn’t mean shit once he got his hands on you. your hips jerked without even meaning to, chasing the friction of his fingers even though it was too much, and not enough, all at the same time.

“jun,” you breathed out, voice all shaky and desperate, like some part of you was asking him to stop, and the other part was begging him not to. “fuck, i—”

he leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear as his fingers worked you over, not even letting up for a second. “what, baby? too much for you?” his tone was all smooth and mocking, like he was getting off on how wrecked you were already. and fuck, he probably was. he liked knowing he had this kind of effect on you, that he could break you down with just a few... touches.

your back arched up against him, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from making too much noise. it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire, especially down there. his fingers kept circling your clit, slow—too slow even, and it didn’t matter how much you tried to hold it in, you were shaking, hips moving of their own accord, thighs squeezing together like you couldn’t take it anymore.

“too sensitive,” you finally managed to whimper, breathy and half-moan, but he just chuckled, fucking chuckled, like this was nothing for him, like your body trembling under his fingers was just another day for him.

“you sure about that?” his other hand came up to grip your thigh, spreading you open wider, giving him more room to work. “you’re soaked, babe. seems like you’re enjoying it.”

the words sent heat straight through you, making you feel even more out of control, if that was even possible at this point. he had you pinned, completely at his mercy, and it didn’t matter how sensitive you were, or how badly you wanted to slow down, you couldn’t stop the way your body kept reacting to him.

“jun, please,” you begged, half-squirming beneath him, half-grinding against his hand. every flick of his fingers had you gasping, and it didn’t help that he kept alternating the pressure, switching from featherlight strokes that made your whole body jerk, to harder, more focused movements that had you whimpering like you couldn’t breathe.

he just hummed, like your begging was exactly what he wanted to hear. “what do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, voice all soft and taunting, fingers slowing down just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to push you over. “want me to stop?”

you almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that was. stop? stop when you were this close, when you were trembling and desperate, and so, so wet? but the problem was, even if you said no, even if you told him you wanted more, you weren’t sure how much more you could actually take. you were sensitive, fuck, way too sensitive, and the longer he dragged this out, the more agonizing it was getting.

“no,” you gasped, voice barely above a whisper, legs trembling as you tried to hold yourself together. “don’t stop, please.”

he grinned against your skin, nipping lightly at the shell of your ear. “that’s what i thought.” his fingers picked up the pace again, rubbing slow, firm circles over your clit, and you swore you saw stars. every little movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your whole body, and it wasn’t long before you were squirming again, grinding down against his hand like you couldn’t get enough.

it was fucking embarrassing, how quickly he had you falling apart. all that composure, all that control, and now you were nothing but a trembling, moaning mess in his hands. and the worst part? the worst part was that he was enjoying every second of it. the more you shook, the more you whimpered, the more he smiled, like this was all just some game to him.

“gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked, voice all smooth and sweet, like he wasn’t fully aware of how wrecked you were. “you’re so close, i can feel it.”

you bit down on your lip, hard, trying to keep yourself from crying out as his fingers moved faster, and before you could even respond, it hit you. your whole body tensed up, you were shaking, clinging to him like you might fall apart completely, and all he did was hold you through it, fingers working you through your orgasm until you were completely spent, gasping for air.

when it was finally over, jun looked down at you, that cocky smile still on his face, like he was so fucking proud of himself. “told you you’d like it,” he said, voice all smug as he wiped his fingers off on the sheets.

[chaos-and-ink]

I always imagine Jake to identify as non human in some kind of way. Like he’s sub human, some kind of creature or animal who’s worth less. And not from some BS abt him being the “evil alter” but because decades of abuse and torture and being treated like an animal leads one to feel less than human. He thinks of himself as a feral animal, a violent monster, some creature rattling the bars of its cage.

He doesn’t believe he deserves any semblance to humanity. He doesn’t get to sleep in beds. He doesn’t get to make friends. He doesn’t get to eat comfort foods or indulge in hobbies or even have a choice in his life. Thats all for Steven and for Marc. But never for Jake because Jake isn’t like them.

He’s shattered and fucked up and broken and his only job is to hurt. Whether it’s him being hurt or him hurting others. He was born from a monster only to be a monster. Tainted from the start.

Jake is fear turned to anger. He is pain turned to fight. He is centered on such primal experiences that he feels primal himself. Incapable of being more than just hurt, pain, aggression, fear. He feels inhuman, like a monster

[georgette-mademoiselle]

On that topic of her eye falling off whenever georgettes limbs fall sekido always carries with him a sewing kit in order to help

She can regenerate another piece sure but georgette would rather let sekido nurture her like this. Seeing him so focused in carefully adjusting the needle with those caring eyes as he pulls out the last string and bites off the end flushes her face red. Once hes done the sewed cut closes in a fast healing process and shes good as new.

[who-is-muses]

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒

BOLD what applies to your muse,

ITALICIZE if there's potential / it's dependent on external factors.

CROSS OUT if there's NO potential under any circumstances

Repost, don't reblog.

holding hands | buying flowers | cooking | cuddles | writing a poem / song | holding door open | tying shoe laces | sharing a milkshake with two straws | offering their jacket when it's cold | kissing in the rain | publicly confessing love | long walks at the beach | doing the titanic pose on a boat | taking cute pictures in a photobooth | sharing a taxi / uber | kissing the back of their hand | slow dancing | getting tickets of their favourite artist / sports team / other | introducing them to their parents [ impossible beyond sharing memories qvq ] | lighting candles | flower petals on bed | love letters | star gazing | brushing / doing their hair | picnics | teaching them to play an instrument / a sport while gently guiding their hands | compliments | late night drives | taking selfies together | drawing them | self - made gifts | massages | proposing with a family heirloom ring | lending them their favourite book to read [ he doesn't have any, and can't sit still long enough to read anything lengthy ] | paying for dinner / coffee | mixtapes / playlists | surprise birthday parties | feeding them | handing them keys to their apartment | making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over | sharing a blanket | couple costumes | tucking a hair strand behind their ear | running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving | moving cities to be together | blowing a kiss | breakfast in bed | defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) | joint bubble baths | dropping the l - bomb ("i love you") | dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them | wearing their clothes | yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie | grant them the last bite from a meal

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[ And now for some extra bits cus I can't Not gush about fictional alien cultural practices qvq ]

While holding hands and even kissing can be wholly platonic, something reserved strictly for family and committed romantic relationships is pressing foreheads together. It symbolically brings the two minds closer together, eyes typically closed to better focus on their partner.

A gesture reserved for romantic relationships is a couple entertwining their head-tails together. This has a similar meaning as the forehead press, but with an added depth; the mental walls of both parties are lowered to allow each other full insight into their emotions. For this reason, this gesture is customary in any and all sexual encounters- whether the couple are recently together, long committed, friends with benefits, or even just a casual hook-up. Obviously a not Astonian partner can't reciprocate this gesture, but Bro'Dee will make it work regardless- after explaining the tele-empathic portion of it and gaining their consent, of course.

A more chaste gesture involving the head-tail is comparable to a hug or squeeze, also spanning different types of affection. Draping it across a loved one's shoulders, wrapping around an arm, holding their cheek, etc.. The head-tail is nowhere near as strong as the other pieces of an Astonian's musculature, but it's filled with thousands of highly sensitive nerve endings and thus functions as a sensory organ.

I have a previous hc post about different common affectionisms and pet names in Astonian culture here, but there are wordless pieces as well. These consist primarily of soft coos and chirrups, but joyful squeaks and clicks can of course be sorted into this category as well.

This is less-so a gesture as it is involuntary, but an Astonian's bioluminescence can express feelings like love and desire. These are typically pink and pinkish-purple respectfully, but will often be mixed with blue and blue-green for happiness/contentment/comfort. The brighter the colors and/or rapid the patterns, the more intense the emotion they're conveying is.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Random crack imagine/headcanon:

Sun has a secret femboy O.F. account.

[shining-gem34]

||I don't know if I brought it up before here, but Dan Feng is known to be rebellious towards the Preceptors (the Senioir Vidyadhara). There is a big reason for this, mostly out of distrust toward the Preceptors and their scheming behind the scenes. That is something I'll expand on later (and bother people with their big brains).

The other reason is that Dan Feng while he accepted his fate as his people High Elder, he has identity issues like Dan Heng. He wishes he can rip off this face and return it. Because no matter where he looks or how he tries to change it, all he can see is Yinyue Jun- Not Dan Feng.

He was raised to be Yinyue Jun the moment he presented with horns and tails. He was not allowed to be himself because the people wanted the High Elder, not the person named Dan Feng. Everytime he tried to be his own person, his attempts were squashed down and slowly over time he had closed off his own heart. He given up, became their ideal High Elder.

But it will not come without consequences. His rebellion are subtle such as the lack of makeup and hair accessories. He changed the traditional Yinyue Jun garb to something more reserved that covered up his skin and chose subdued colors like saturated blues and gray and silvers. He addresses the senior Vidyadhara with politeness and respect, but they will not sway him to be their puppet. His tongue is sharp as a water needle, knowing when and where to strike.

Dan Feng is thankful that he is strong at least because they dare not to openly strike against him. And thankfully, for the time being, they are still in need of a High Elder.

Until the Sedition happened

Anyway, Dan Feng tries to differentiate himself as much as possible from the previous High Elders before him. There are moments it will get bad enough, that he feels like he's in a prison of his own body that he cannot escape from. It will make him feel like he has given up asserting his own identity but at the same time, the stubborn spiteful part of him refuses to bend so easily.

If he must be a High Elder, he shall lead his people the way he believes they should be guided. Not a puppet of the Preceptors bidding.

That's why it means so much when he found friends with the HCQ. He found friendship and camaraderie with people he came to see as his own family. They're a band of outcasts with dreams of their own and forging a path of their own making. They see him as Dan Feng and not the ever distant and ethereal Yinyue Jun.

[alevolpe]

☆☮️ Minako and Ami!!!

Alrighty!!!

Ami ☆ - happy headcanon

I think everyone knows Ami has always struggled with understanding people. She loves to learn. She cherishes and strives in environments where applied learning is the one true key to happiness and success. Ami studies, Ami gets a perfect score, Ami sees the perfect score, Ami gets praised. Ami receives praise and knowledge. So, why couldn't it stay that simple?

She had secretly always found excuses. She was meant to be THE top tier student, she has to study, there's no time and she's only human. So when faced with the impossible decision of trying to find a balance for her life, she dove head on. Sleep, Study, Social Life. She convinced herself, that was her happiness.

The harsher truth was, trying to understand others, making friends, and learning how to become more approachable was just not worth it. She tried that once, she gained was a group of 'friends', but Ami wasn't stupid. A few study sessions in, Ami was nose down on a large stack of books, the only one at the table, homework abandoned. Everyone else walking around, chanting, TV blasting, various drinks spilling. That was the last time Ami spoke to those people and the last time they spoke to her, but not the last they spoke about her.

So yeah, those very few experiences had made it even harder for Ami to understand, even harder to care.

But sometimes, the hardest of problems have the most simple of solutions. And her answer came in the form of a simple and sincere smile. For the first time she saw a person smile and truly felt the happiness take a hold of her, before she even knew it, a tender smile growing from her own lips.

The sincerity of Usagi and Mako's friendship, I think, is what finally convinced her that maybe, maybe some people are truly worth it. It's worth to put in the work, because they'll happily and openly show you the results. No trickery, no roundabouts, just straight to the point. I want to make you happy. I can try to make you happy. You look, act and feel happy. It makes me happy.

it was a start, at the very least.

Minako ☆ - happy headcanon

I truly feel like Mina is on a constant high of Ultra Dopamine. Not to say she doesn't have her low moments, but you'll find her dead and buried into her 869th incarnation before she's willingly to openly acknowledge the misery of her own existence. That just ain't Venus, that just ain't Minako Aino.

She has duties, both as the leader and as a friend, but fuck if she isn't gonna find a way to make it fun for herself.

A friend is sick?! Minako 'the sexy nurse' Aino is coming over full throttle and full costume making sure that spotlight doesn't dare to stop tracking her for even one second.

Senshi training tonight?! She's the shot caller, arranging all the set pieces, challenging herself with mixing important senshi duties and important 'I must be entertained, me, Minako Aino duties'. Yes, Mars, 3 more sets of single leg squats, cause of course that is very important. For both duties.

My friends are dating, but they are soo awkward?! Nothing that a Firefly 5 Inch Glow In The Dark Dildo can't solve, all nicely wrapped in a surprise box so graciously gifted during dinner (spoiler: it didn't end well...).

Long story short, if Mina has to do something and that something isn't fun, she'll make it fun. Most times at the cost of whatever victims friends she has brought along.

Although there is one thing that has consistently granted Mina with an almost inexplicable sense of sole contentment: Exercise. Mina loves, loves, loves working out. While I see her as having more a gymnast body type, so preferring more cardio and mobility workout, she's not one to turn down any type of workout; Being for Sailor Business Training or just for herself to experiment.

Where these 2 aspects of her meet the best I think is her love of volleyball. Training her body, mind, hand-eye-coordination and team coordination in a beautiful package that still allows her to snatch that spotlight for herself and make sure the people's eye are glued on her for the rest of the game, if she so wishes.

Minako and Ami ☮ - friendship headcanon

Welp, I've actually written about this before, right here. But, basically out of all the inners I think the MinaAmi friendship is def the weakest.

For the longest time, they just straight out didn't like each other, they just never admitted it out loud, I even have them beating the shit out of each other one time. I hc Ami as autistic and that makes it quite difficult for her to understand Minako's intentions from her lack of a clear response in both expression and tone. Her actions really speak to Ami as bullying behavior and that's not totally off. Mina thrives on getting a reaction, so she's willing to go to places where a lot of people wouldn't, just to get a reaction out of people and the times she does it on Ami, it just ends up making her feel very uncomfortable and quite angry. The others do try to stop this from happening if they catch what Mina is onto fairly early.

TLDR: Ami doesn't like Mina because Mina acts like a bully, has unclear motives on why she acts the way she acts and is very much willing to make people uncomfortable to get a reaction out of them (this last one is quite skewed from Ami's perception, since she sees Mina teasing the others the way she does with her, but never puts together that the others 'most of the time' consent to the teasing and are even willing to bite back playfully). Mina doesn't like Ami 'cause she's boring. Ami is very simple on the outside, and while that can be quite the entertaining show, the well runs dry as soon as Ami stops giving Mina what she's looking for, attention.

All that said, I can see them becoming closer as the years run by and mostly as Ami opens up to new expressions of affection and care. Most of the merit going to Michiru, whom I can see making a genuine effort, in her unique Michiru way, to befriend Ami. And sort of succeeding?! Michiru is in now way direct, every word that departs her lips is carefully refined before being handpicked to form the most enigmatic phrasing any human being could ever hope to comprehend. Her expressions, a total enigma. Never has one seen a smile hiding so much mystery since the Mona Lisa herself. And yet, something grew, they are quite content in calling it a friendship.

Beginning to understand emotion without a direct and clear response was definitely a step forward in understanding the blonde leader, since I never see Minako giving up her teasing I think Ami would grow toward more of a competitive side in their late teens and early adulthood. Minako wants a reaction? My turn. I'll practice this new Sailor V game at the arcade until all the top scores look like this:

Mizuno A

Mizuno A

Mizuno A

Mizuno A

Mizuno A

"Wow, Ami I didn't even know you played this game. You filled up the leaderboard" Usagi gawked with staring at the old arcade screen.

"Oh, I had some spare time yesterday, so I spent a couple of hours playing. The game is quite easy once you understand the enemy AI and get a sense for the tempo of the platforming"

Mina was quiet. The expression of horror plastered on her face. One to rival her encounter with the Galaxy destroyer Warrior Sailor Galaxia. A couple of hours, I REFUSE! ICAN'T BE! Endless afternoons spent sweating money, tears and MORE MONEY, MY MONEY!! on achieving that leaderboard, just for a couple of hours to

… she dared to peek. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a sight of true defiance and treachery.

Sitting on the worn out leather stool. The genius, her teammate, her friend, sparing her a look. A barely perceivable grin.

Truly the start of a miracle friendship.

[starrspice]

Hi! 'm currently writing a fic abt the DCA & I'd love to use your version of virus free Moon! I'd also like to credit you in doing so; do u have an AO3 account?

What what what what???? I WOULD BE HONORED!!!! AHHHH My Ao3 username is the same as here but I'll add a link anyways!!

I'm so thrilled!!! ahhhhh I can't wait to see what you write!!! Im so excited and flattered!!!

[dearlyybrightmoon]

I absolutely ADORE looking through my Radio Silence book because during my last read I wrote notes analyzing the Universe City moments in relation to what Aled was living and how certain things could he metaphors and it's so so fun to think about it (kinda sad tho)

[c0smiccl0wn]

random headcanons i had about sun and moon (HAH! i figured out how to cut posts!)

Sun ☀️:

Sun definitely has anxiety. I don’t make the rules

He has ataxophobia. That’s great when you work with kids

He’s super talkative, like super talkative. He’ll talk about everything and nothing simultaneously for hours

Neurodivergent anyone?

Bells or shoes + bells on wrists = noisy stims

Writes in perfect ‘playfair display’ font

Giggles and laughs as a stim

Definitely likes jack stauber

Love songs too

Physical touch, all of it. Hugs, hand holding, standing close to someone, etc

Really good artist, but only draws stick figures around the kids, as to not discourage them in their artistic abilities

He likes to use paint and oil pastels

Moon 🌙

Someone gave the robot body dysmorphia

Also has ataxophobia, just not the extent of his counterpart

Doesn’t really like his voice and half the time doesn’t have the energy to talk, so he doesn’t unless he feels like it

Also neurodivergent

Likes how his wire makes him feel weightless and swings around as a stim

Writes in ‘spectral’ font

He taps random things as a stim. He likes the different sounds

Listens to musical miracle

Also listens to “body terror song” by ajj

Doesn’t like touch, but will give people fist bumps

Like Sun, he is also a grand artist and hides it from everyone. Not a soul shall know

His art supply of choice is charcoal and pencils

das it :P

[hoshifighting]

Lingerie

— Synopsis: Where, while you show off your new lingerie sets that you bought, Jun is enchanted by the lingerie with embroidered flowers, something different, that enchanted his eyes. — WC: 2k — WARNINGS: Smut, penetrative sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), praising, squirt & etc.

Jun had always been the epitome of a supportive boyfriend. Whether it was your college work, cooking a new dish, or even finding the perfect dress for a wedding, Jun was there, ready to assist. He made everything feel effortless, always taking care of the details so you didn’t have to worry.

“Jun, I really don’t know how to tackle this assignment,” you’d sigh, frustration evident in your voice.

He would slide over, peering at your laptop screen. “Let me take a look. Maybe we can brainstorm some ideas together,” he’d suggest with a gentle smile, and before you knew it, the daunting task felt manageable.

In the kitchen, you once struggled with a recipe you’d never tried before. Jun found the perfect tutorial online and stood by your side, guiding you step by step until the dish was ready, his patience never wavering.

And when it came to shopping for that perfect dress for a friend’s wedding, Jun’s patience shone through. You spent hours in the mall, trying on what felt like a hundred different outfits. Yet, Jun never complained. He sat outside the dressing rooms, offering genuine opinions.

“That one’s nice, but I think the blue dress brings out your eyes more,” he’d say, making the decision-making process so much easier.

His opinions always seemed spot-on, which is why you’d come to trust his judgment on many things, especially when it came to your wardrobe. Shopping with him became an enjoyable experience rather than a chore.

Today was another shopping day, and you were on the hunt for a new outfit for an upcoming event. As usual, Jun was by your side, carrying your bags and offering his thoughts on the clothes you tried on.

“What do you think of this one?” you asked, stepping out of the fitting room in a sleek, black dress.

Jun looked up from his phone, his eyes lighting up. “You look amazing. But maybe try it with those heels we saw earlier?”

You nodded, smiling. “You always know what looks best.”

After a few more outfits and Jun’s invaluable input, you finally settled on a dress. As you walked out of the store, you linked your arm with his, feeling grateful for his constant support.

“Thank you for always being so patient with me,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder.

Jun chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze. “It’s easy when I’m with you. I just want to make sure you’re happy.”

He says that with the greatest naturalness. – While you were freaking out inside.

As you arrived home, Jun noticed you were carrying a few extra bags, including some from a lingerie store he knew well. He had bought you gifts from that store before, particularly on Valentine's Day.

“When did you buy these?” Jun asked, curiosity and a hint of excitement in his voice.

You smiled, placing the bags on the table. “When you went to get ice cream,” you replied nonchalantly.

Jun's eyes lit up, a playful smirk spreading across his face. The thought of you picking out something special while he was away added a spark of anticipation.

Later that evening, after dinner and a cozy time together, you both retreated to the bedroom. Jun sat comfortably in the poltrone, eagerly waiting as you prepared to show him the new lingerie. He could hardly contain his excitement, his eyes following your every movement.

First, you stepped out in a stunning red set, the vibrant color highlighting your curves beautifully. Jun's jaw dropped, and he couldn't help but cover his face, cheeks flushed red. “Wow, you look incredible,” he mumbled from behind his hands.

You giggled, twirling around to give him a full view. “You really think so?”

“Absolutely,” Jun nodded, peeking through his fingers, his eyes filled with admiration.

Next, you slipped into a sleek black set, the lace and satin combination making you feel both elegant and seductive. You strutted around the room, feeling confident under Jun's appreciative gaze. “This one is my favorite so far,” he confessed, his voice slightly hoarse with desire.

“You're too sweet,” you replied, feeling a rush of warmth at his words.

Finally, you emerged in a delicate white set, the purity of the color contrasting beautifully with the sultry design. Jun couldn't take his eyes off you, his face still a deep shade of red. “You look like an angel,” he whispered, his praise as genuine as ever.

You walked over to him, leaning down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you like them. You always make me feel so beautiful.”

Jun smiled, his hands gently holding your waist. “That’s because you are. And I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”

You stepped into the room, adorned in a pastel floral lingerie, a departure from your usual style. You knew it, and Jun knew it too. But this time, instead of his usual enthusiastic response, Jun remained silent. He simply stared at you, his gaze sweeping over your figure from head to toe. His mouth hung slightly open, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath.

Concerned by his lack of reaction, you couldn't help but ask, “Don't you like it?”

Jun didn't respond with words. Instead, he closed the distance between you in a few swift strides, his movements purposeful and determined. Before you could even react, he pressed his lips to yours, his hand firmly holding the nape of your neck while the other encircled your waist.

Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden action, but you quickly melted into the kiss, allowing yourself to be consumed by the warmth of his embrace. His lips moved with a fervent passion, igniting a fire within you that quickly spread throughout your entire being.

As he gently laid you down on the bed, Jun's eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze intense and unwavering. His hands began to explore your body with a tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. Fingers traced delicate patterns across your breasts, down your belly, until they reached the band of your panties.

You held your breath in anticipation, your heart racing with excitement. But instead of removing your panties entirely, Jun surprised you by simply pushing them to the side. A soft gasp escaped your lips as his fingers found their target, circling your clit with a feather-light touch.

The sensation was electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You arched your back instinctively, pressing yourself against his hand as he continued to tease and tantalize you. 

As Jun's fingers slid inside your wet pussy, you couldn't help but arch your back in response to the delightful sensation. A low moan escaped your lips, your body instinctively pressing against his hand as he began to explore your gummy walls.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence as he gazed upon you. "Every curve, every sigh, it's all so perfect."

Your cheeks flushed crimson at his words, and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment. "Stop it, Jun," you protested weakly, though the desire that burned within you betrayed your words.

But Jun was undeterred, his fingers never faltering in their ministrations as he continued to lavish you with praise. "I can't help it," he confessed, his voice low and husky with desire. "You drive me wild, you know that? Just seeing you like this, so hot, so pretty..."

His words sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself squirming beneath him, unable to contain the desire that coursed through your veins. With a gentle touch, Jun reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheeks as he gently pulled your hands away from your face.

"You don't need to hide from me," he whispered, his eyes burning with a fierce intensity. "I want to see all of you, every part of you."

Jun's response was immediate and decisive, his actions speaking louder than words as he lowered himself between your thighs without hesitation. As his warm breath ghosted over your sensitive flesh, anticipation coursed through your veins.

Without a word, Jun buried his face in your heat, his tongue flicking out to taste your arousal. A moan escaped your lips at the touch of his tongue on your clit, pleasure radiating out from where his lips and tongue touched you.

"Please," you whimpered, your voice thick with need as you pressed against him, urging him to go deeper. "I need you, Jun. I need you to fuck me."

But Jun simply chuckled against your skin, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he teased you with languid strokes of his tongue. 

You writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair as your body begged for release. But Jun was relentless, his ministrations driving you to the brink of madness as he expertly toyed with your bud.

And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Jun's touch changed, becoming more insistent, more demanding. With a low growl, he devoured you, his tongue delving deep inside you as he consumed you like his last meal.

With a final, desperate cry, you reached the peak of ecstasy, your body convulsing with the force of your release. Jun drank in your essence greedily, his tongue working tirelessly to draw out every last drop of your pleasure.

As you eagerly anticipated his next move, Jun teased you with his cock, allowing you only the briefest of touches before pulling away again. Your frustration mounted with each fleeting contact, but Jun seemed to relish in your desperation, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he toyed with you.

"Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "Good things come to those who wait."

With a wicked grin, he finally positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. You could feel the heat of his arousal against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

And then, with a single, smooth motion, he plunged deep inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the suddenness of his entry, your body clenching around him in ecstasy.

"God, Jun," you gasped, your voice strained with pleasure. "I think I could cum just from the feeling of you sliding inside me."

Jun's chuckle sent shivers down your spine as he teased you, adjusting your legs to rest on his shoulders. The new angle made you feel him even deeper, and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Jun murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I love seeing you like this…"

You could only nod in response, your breath hitching as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

"You're so beautiful like this, taking me so well," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "I can feel how much you want me, how much you need me to fill you up." 

"You're mine, all mine," he growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "No one else can make you feel like this, can they? Only me."

You whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washed over you. Jun's words fueled your desire, pushing you closer to the brink of orgasm with each passing moment.

Your words tumbled out in a desperate gasp as pleasure consumed you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Jun!" you cried out, feeling his cock driving you to the edge. The sensation of him sliding in, wet and sharp, only intensified the pleasure coursing through you.

As you felt the knot unraveling in your belly, you came around him, your body pulsating with ecstasy. But Jun didn't stop there; he continued, spreading your legs wide as he gazed into your eyes with unwavering intensity. He captured every expression on your face, savoring the way you looked as you cummed.

pleasure crash over you. When Jun let out a choked moan, his face contorted in bliss, you felt a gulp of anticipation. His hot cum filled you, triggering another orgasm that ripped through you, causing you to squirt around him.

As his cock slipped out of you, you felt his cum mixing with yours, spilling out from within you. Jun watched you with awe, his eyes wide with amazement at the sight before him.

Jun leaned in close, his hands gently caressing your trembling body as he whispered soothing words to coax you from your orgasmic haze. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and lips, his touch gentle and reassuring as he helped you come down from the intense high. You melted into his embrace.

[sunnymused]

Sun doing everything he can to help Gregory, or Cassie, or whoever escape the Pizzaplex while dealing with the problem that every hour he reverts back to Moon to "patrol", so they have to find increasingly creative ways to hide or distract (or figure out how to disable the trigger.) Sun's favorite way of throwing Moon off is initiating clown behavior because Moon can't help himself, while the other person quietly goes the other way.

[bloodurged]

peter has "here comes the moon" as his mj ringtone, and mj has "here comes the sun" for him.

[eideticspider]

cindy’s nighttime enrichment is watching that dude on TikTok roll bottles down stairs