#nine as a new beginning and eight as the end

[reasonsforhope]

"China’s carbon emissions have flatlined over the past six months and there’s now an opportunity for substantial declines over the next decade, analysts say.

The rapid growth in clean energy generation has been sufficient to offset a recent surge in power demand caused by higher air conditioning use amid late-summer heatwaves, and the government’s manufacturing push, according to an analysis by Lauri Myllyvirta of the Centre for Research on Energy and Clean Air (CREA).

China’s carbon emissions fell by 1% in the second quarter of 2024 and were flat in the third quarter, providing another indication that emissions may have already peaked.

This is largely because solar power output was up 44% in the three months to end-September, compared to a year before, while wind power generation grew 24%. In the first nine months of 2024, China installed 161GW of new solar capacity and 39GW of wind, per CREA data.

For emissions to post a decline in 2024 as a whole, there will need to be a 2% reduction in the fourth quarter, Myllyvirta’s calculations show. That’s probable if power demand growth cools as expected and hydro plants perform in line with historical averages, he wrote in a post on X, adding that over the entire summer period, clean energy expansion covered all electricity demand growth.

“If the current downturn in China’s emissions is sustained — with emissions falling in the second quarter and stable in the third quarter — that would open the door to the country beginning to reduce emissions much faster than its current commitments require.

“This would have enormous significance for the global effort to avoid catastrophic climate change, as China’s emissions growth has been the dominant factor pushing global emissions up for the past eight years since the signing of the Paris climate agreement.”

Based on current trends and targets, CREA expects China’s emissions will decline 30% by 2035. The International Energy Agency says emissions will fall 24% by then based only on stated policies, but that could be raised to 45% if the country follows a pathway that’s consistent with its long-term carbon neutrality target.

For the time being, Chinese policymakers are setting relatively unambitious targets, and “it’s vital that future targets reflect ongoing clean energy trends to avoid locking in lower ambitions,” Myllyvirta said."

-via The Progress Playbook, October 29, 2024

[nymphomatique]

gold star student

professor!logan howlett x fem!reader

⋆·˚ ༘ * one bad grade is one too many, so you ask one professor logan howlett, phd. for some extra credit after class. inspired by this art.

cw: reader lowkey has undiagnosed adhd, u want that cookie so effing bad, oral (m & f), praise, some degradation, swearing (it’s logan), shaky power dynamics so it can be considered dub-con, non specific age gap, college aged reader, logan puts stickers on your face while you blow him, face slapping, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up!!), finger sucking, spitting on the pussy, grey streak logan cause if he ain’t greying im not staying!!!, this is just me being horny idk what else to say i’m sorry yall. 18+ only.

wc: 8k

❤︎ a/n: this was…. a labour of love to say the least. i hate the ending but fuck it we ball. enjoy <3

Ever since you were a child, anything and everything that had to do with academia had been the bane of your existence. Sitting at a desk for eight odd hours in a day wasn’t only grossly unappealing to you, but a mental challenge as well. You had found it hard to grasp onto concepts and new materials as well as the other kids, unable to focus on whatever spiel of the day your teacher went on about and still found yourself struggling in higher education. From kindergarten, to elementary, to middle school, to high school, up until now in your college years, you find that not only has your attention deficit gotten worse, but so has your motivation in academia in general. 

A floater student is what you would consider yourself, showing up to class once in a blue moon, rather busying yourself with doom scrolling in your dormitory or shopping off campus at the mall, only showing up during exam time and barely passing. your prognosis would be one of the many hyperactive disorders, but you never bothered to diagnose yourself officially. In high school, your parents didn’t make a huge deal of your grades, thanking a graceful god out there that you even got your diploma to begin with. At this age however, with tens of thousands of dollars being poured into your tuition, your mother and father have seemed to coil up even tighter in terms of frustration with your nonchalant attitude towards school. 

A report card from your fall semester riddled with C’s and D’s, emboldened and italicized as if to taunt you silently, was the final straw, the cussing you received was enough for a lifetime. At your parents' discretion, before the start of the semester you consulted with your academic advisor in suggestion of a course schedule that wasn’t a twelve hour day, and professors who would accommodate you with in the case of your late assignments and missing homework. 

All classes but one would be easy- you had been told. Your world history class and its professor had been the only one where you had been saddled with a hardball teacher, rate my professor describing one Logan Howlett, teacher of Modern World History in the Context of Classic Literature, as a man with a foul mouth and harsh grading asshole— with an excellent curriculum but horrible grade weighting, as described by your fellow student body, the mandatory attendance and participation accounting for twenty percent of your grade alone pulling a groan from you as your laptop screen stares back at you, the blue light emitting from it seemingly silently taunting you with the course course outline. Get used to looking at my screen. Three hours in an auditorium, every Wednesday and Friday for twelve weeks at nine in the morning with this douchebag.

You mentally prepare yourself for the exhaustion of the upcoming semester, shutting your laptop closed with a huff of annoyance before laying in bed, mentally preparing yourself for this seemingly infamous professor Howlett.

After a rather inadequate night of sleep, a zero sugar monster energy (gotta give in for the sake of your health where you can) and a double shot latte, you feel something that briefly resembles yet still distant from awake, you find yourself struggling to get comfortable in the stiff chairs in your lecture room. You’re glad you tucked yourself away in a seat in the corner, four rows back from the front, embarrassed that your peers are silently mocking your struggle. 

It’s some odd minutes to nine on the dot, and you’re rather proud of yourself for being able to make it minutes early rather than stumbling in twenty minutes late like you’re prone to doing. Face resting on your hand, cheek squishing your right eye closed, your left eye flits around the room to the other people present, and you wonder if anyone else is stuck in your current situation: burnt out student who didn’t have a choice but to take this class at the least convenient time possible, simply for your graduation credits. Unfortunate kismet, you think, if anybody else in this room also had the privilege to have been born with the unlucky gene you possess. 

Your eyes are heavy, the seconds tickering away at the speed of minutes, and you can’t help it when the last open eye you have flutters close. You hum to yourself, relishing at the feeling of finally being able to rest some more. the quiet shuffling of your classmates feet and the soft scrapings of their chairs, clock ticking so quietly that it barely registers in your mind. The ambient noise is like a blanket to you. It’s not more than five minutes, just a micro nap— you tell yourself, counting the seconds of each minute down silently. 45, 44, 43, 42, what minute is this?, 30, 29, 28, so tired, 22, 21, time to sleep…

Your eyes shoot open when you hear the auditorium door slam shut, blinking away softly the sleep in your eyes. your heart sinks for a minute and panic sets in— did you sleep through the whole class? On the first fucking day? You look around, eyes wide, and immediately sigh in relief when you’re greeted with a full hall. Conversely, you see everyone’s attention to the front of the class with materials out, so you trail your eyes to the front of the room and that’s when you see him, finally. Not his face yet, the wide expanse of his back and tail of his coiffed head facing you all instead. Your eyes trail down his body to his feet, clad in a pair of black combat boots, you can’t help but quirk up and eyebrow, bootcut jeans that seem to be worn in well, seemingly like they’re tailored to his long, very legs, then you see his jacket, which now you catch in time to see him taking it off to reveal a black t-shirt underneath and your breath hitches a bit. You can only see his triceps flexing as he maneuvers his jacket off, but you can just tell he’s covered in rippling muscle, his arms straining against the fabric of his shirt. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like, wondering if his face is as captivating as the rest of him. Your eyes flit over to the girl sitting two seats down from you, and you can’t help but smile a little at her expression, teeth chewing her bottom lip and eyes widened slightly and blinking in slow flutters, seemingly thinking the same things about this Professor Logan Howlett as you are; He’s obscenely sexy even though I haven’t even seen his face.

When you focus your attention back to the front, your face warms immediately upon finally seeing his– Professor Howlett’s face and fuck, you feel stupid for even thinking that he wouldn’t be even a fraction of attractive. His hair, oh god his hair, styled as if he just rolled out of bed and ran his hands through it once, maybe twice even, streaked with gray at his temples, peppering down into his sideburns and disappearing in his scruffy beard. His eyes are an enrapturing shade of hazel, almost brown, almost green, you squint a little to see the mix of hues better, cursing yourself for sitting so far away. His nose, button-like yet poses so masculine at the same time. His lips look so soft and kissable, framed perfectly by his facial hair as if it’s screaming at you to kiss there, to taste each other, let your tongues touch and whisper your deepest secrets to one another-

Gravelly and deep, his voice rouses you from your rather indulgent fantasy. “Good morning. Lively bunch this semester,” he quips and a quiet wave of laughter reverberates and echoes around you. Your chest tightens at the sound of his voice and you want to smack yourself silly for it. “Gonna spare you all the pointless introductions n’ ice breaking crap, yeah? We’ll go over the syllabus and get this show on the road.”

He’s curt, forward, doesn’t bite his tongue, you deduce. Not the jackass his reviews seem to pin him as, though it’s only the first class. They didn’t seem to mention how ruggedly handsome he was as well, you think and pull your lips taut as Professor Howlett, continues to read off the syllabus. Two essays, three quizzes, and a final reading comprehension exam. Attendance is mandatory Your eyes quickly flit to the back of your skull as he reads off that point. No makeups. No late work. No excuses. 

You feel your heart hammer in your chest a little, a sense of anxiety bubbling up in you at how much this class demands. It’s nerve wracking, super fucking discouraging to say the least given your track record, but you know you have no other choice but to commit fully and pass this class, so help your parents. You suppose you can find the motivation in a hot professor and at the very least, make an effort to roll out of bed and be presentable on the days you show up to his class. You exhale softly, hearing the shuffling of books and closing laptops to rouse you from your thoughts. 

“And don’t forget, first five chapters of tulip fever for next class,” his voice booms in the auditorium, fighting with the noise of students desperate to leave and head to their next class or back to their rooms. You flit your eyes towards your professor, arms crossed and muscles bulging against his shirt, casually leaned against his desk. His eyes meet yours for a moment and your breath hitches immediately. His brow quirks at you silently and you’re sure you might disintegrate on spot. You feel your face heat up and you break away the eye contact to rush out of the lecture, both exhausted and perpetually embarrassed, not having enough energy to handle feeling both. In your haste, you miss the way Logan's lip quirks up for a split second at you, rushing out the door with Tulip Fever and streaks of grey on your mind. 

You find you can’t keep your modern history professor off the brain since leaving the lecture hall that wednesday, ever so flustered. You thought about his thick arms back at your dorm, and how they might feel wrapped around you in a warm embrace. You thought about those graying temples, and the picture it would paint with his head between your thighs. You thought about him in your humanities class as your professor droned on about morality and its many philosophical perspectives, but you tune her voice out and think of his instead, wondering what it would sound like whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The level of yearning you’ve reached is bound to get you in trouble, hell it’s gotten you in trouble already— completely neglecting to finish the first five chapters of Tulip Fever like Professor Howlett had assigned, losing yourself in the work from your other classes. Friday had snuck up on you and you smacked your forehead for being so forgetful, the beginnings of discourage and a knot forming in your stomach. I’m a failure, I suck at this, I should drop out, I’m such a fucking idiot.

The thought of letting down a man you barely know has you berating yourself even further. You need to get a grip and quickly— he’s your teacher for God's sake. You suck in a breath, finding yourself sat in the same lecture hall your vivid fantasies found themselves being born in, laptop open as you’re frantically reading the Sparknotes summary minutes before class is set to start. Today, you chose a seat in the second row, still far off to the right side. You weren’t sure you could stay coherent with his gaze on you so heavy.  You tell yourself you picked this spot for a better learning experience, closer seats meaning less of a chance you fall prey to your fantasies, but deep down beyond the denial you knew better than to convince yourself of a lie like that. You sat upfront because you wanted to see Professor Howlett better, to pinpoint the hues of his eyes you couldn’t make out yesterday from so far behind. You wanted to trail your eyes up and down his muscular frame, taking snapshots of the hair on his forearms, the freckles on his thick knuckles, the veins trailing his big hands—

“Good morning, everyone,” a gruff voice speaks and you feel a ball of energy sits itself deep in your stomach, it’s him. You've missed the deep baritone of his voice, you realize. “Hope you all read up the chapters, yeah? We’ll be discussing ‘em today, and I am the asshole who picks on students to participate.” There’s a soft wave of grumbles from some, but your panic is quiet and you hope to a God in heaven somewhere that he doesn’t pick you, god knows you barely retained any information from your flash round of Sparknotes earlier.

“Like any book, the first few chapters were mostly exposition, character and scene setting stuff. Tell me, what does Sophia’s marriage and lack of heir signify to us in these times?” Professor Howlett asks, and you immediately avert your gaze to the grooves and scratches in the table in front of you. Please don’t pick me, please don’t pick me, please please please— “Yeah, you,” your head snaps up, heart hammering in your chest when you see him nod his head at some girl, some girl with too much fucking chest out, you spit, her hand raised high and smile plastered across her smug little face. Your brows pull together and you barely contain the urge to roll your eyes at her enthusiasm. 

“Thank you, Professor,” This fucking bi- “I think that- that while Cornelius and Sophia are often representative of the way marriage was a lot of the times something more transactional, her being unable to have a kid being a main problem- shows how a lot of times a marriage with no evidence of, um, consummation, is seen as practically null and void.” Your fist tenses against the desk at her answer.

“Little long winded, but yeah, good job..?” his voice lilts off, and you smile a bit knowing he doesn’t even remember her name. “Oh, um, Amber,” she sputters out. He nods at her response and continues asking questions about the book. You feel a little bad as class progresses, your unprovoked and unwarranted jealousy towards another woman over a man who’s simply an authority figure to you both, no matter how attractive, makes you cringe. What is he doing to you? 

“Good answers, guys. Glad you all did more than skim the book,” Professor Howlett muses, turning his back to face you all as he digs through his briefcase. You take this time to admire how broad his back looks, draped in a black polo shirt today that practically has you drooling. “The rest of you I didn’t pick on today aren’t unscathed unfortunately,” he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. He turns around and presents the stack of papers between his large hands to you all and he smirks, “Pop quiz.” 

A myriad of groans come crashing from all over the lecture hall right down to your ears and you silently join, hands falling down against your desk. You sincerely hope these weren’t going to be graded, praying that Professor Howlett possesses some sense of apologeticness, knowing that the definite zero percent you’d get on this would completely fuck over your overall average for the rest of the semester, subsequently giving your parents ample reason to rip you a fucking brand new one. 

Row by row, he passes a stack of papers for each student to pass down and he stops in front of you, seeing as you so conveniently sat at the end of the second row. “Nervous?” he asks, brow quirked and smug fucking look on his face as you look up at him. You quirk your eyebrow right back at him, “Hardly.” A group of papers fall in front of you and he breathes out a laugh, leaving you to pass papers to the next row. You lied like shit, you were insanely nervous, knowing you hadn’t retained a lick of information from your mini crash course nor the class’ discussion prior.

“No tech, no cheating. You guys know the drill, don’t make me catch you and have to chew you out. Twenty minutes and I’m picking ‘em up.” Logan says, walking down the aisle and back to his desk, his hulking frame leaning against his desk and his arms crossed up against his chest so tight that his biceps practically bulge out of his shirt. Or maybe, he’s just that toned, that any movement, minuscule or major, would have him threatening to rip out of his clothes. You’re practically fighting yourself in your seat, tearing your eyes away from his thick arms and heavy pectorals and down to your paper. 

It’s one page, front and back, ten questions. It wouldn’t be so bad had you actually read the book, considering you can’t even remember the name of the main character in the book. You bite your lip, trying so hard to rack your brain for something that resembles a coherent answer to these questions that will give you at least a 75%, knowing it wouldn’t skew your grade average completely off. What does Maria’s role stand to symbolize in the context of 1600’s Amsterdam?. You clench your  fist so hard around your pen you’re almost amazed that it doesn’t break under the pressure. You didn’t even remember a Maria in the book.

Twenty minutes of writing later, grasping at straws for potential points that would make you feel better than getting a big fat zero on your first quiz in this class, in his class, you’re walking to his desk to place your quiz in a pile with the rest of your peers, just as he’d instructed. You kept your eyes down the entire time, feeling too embarrassed to look at him after that silly excuse for banter you had attempted earlier. Hardly. Yeah fucking right. 

After your quiz, you had been dismissed from class, and you felt the anxiety set in almost immediately. The phone call you had with your parents that weekend over your classes and grades so far only worsened, the stern and subtly implied threat of coming back home to learn at a local college looming silently above you if you didn’t keep your grades up. You had obviously avoided mentioning the pop quiz you had, choosing not to set them ablaze at the mention of the fact that you most definitely failed that pop quiz. The stress of your grades instilled a new found productivity in you, in which you took initiative to read ahead of the assigned chapters and annotate as well as take notes for your modern history class, hoping to be prepared next time he’d ask a question. Your stomach churns at the thought of his praise, Good answer. Very good, kiddo. Like that idea. you imagined he’d say to you. You bite your lip as you study your western civilization notes, maybe he’d even indulge in you, call you his good girl, his good little student, something that Amber would never have above you. 

Monday and Tuesday went by uneventfully, as you completed your labs and started on your assignments when assigned. Tuesday night however, you had been anxious almost, or maybe excited— you weren’t sure, but you did know you wanted to be prepared for this class, to prove to Professor Howlett that you could handle his class, show him that you wouldn’t let him chew you up and spit him out so easily. You took the time before bed on that Tuesday to prepare your books in your bag, organize your notes, and even pick out an outfit, neatly folding it and leaving it on your desk chair. Grades be damned, you were beyond ready to prove everyone wrong, yourself included. 

You sat in the front row again, enraptured in the world of Tulip Fever, but really you would rather focus on Professor Howlett. He was all you thought about these days, especially at night when it was only you and the dark of your dorm to entertain you before bed. You hear a giggle next to you and you snap your head to the direction of the noise. Amber. A deep rumble sounds in front of you, someone clearing their throat. You look forward again and see your professor and your face heats up. “Welcome back to earth, sweetheart,” he muses, humour painted all over his face. Your eyes widen at the pet name he’s given you and you feel like sinking into your seat. “I need you here next time, yeah? Not in that pretty little head of yours,” he says, quiet enough so only you and the front two rows can hear. Your head spins. Pretty. He called you pretty. He continues his lecture like nothing else happened, leaving you dazed at his affection. His eyes flit to you briefly and he smiles, before walking back to the front of the class. 

Little moments like these pepper themselves throughout your lectures with Profess Howlett in between the assignments and lectures and raised hands. You’d catch him looking at the juncture of your breasts sometimes as you wore low cut tops, his lilting voice calling you precious pet names, sweetheart, kiddo, sweets. They all have your face warming. Heated gazes, stolen smiles, one off banter, you were convinced you were being delusional. One particular moment after class where you had asked for details on an assignment had you reeling for days. You went up to him after class to ask your question. His face was insanely close, you could smell the mint off his breath from the gum he was chewing during the lecture, feel his words fan your face, deep rumblings and focused glares as you were only inches away from his face. His lips, oh God his lips… so close, so soft looking, so pink, you had been so caught up in him the entire time. And he had noticed, his fingers coming up to your chip to raise your gaze. He did it wordlessly, eyeing you as you eyed him. His look daring you to say something. Challenge me. I dare you. But you didn’t— you couldn’t, you had tried to focus on something else, his musky woodsy scent, his greying stubble, anything, as he continued to explain your question to you. You walked out of his class that day with jello for legs, replaying the moment in your mind. 

Next class you had seen him he had given the assignments back, adorned with little gold stars on those who had grades higher than a B minus. Your paper had come back to you with an A minu, a little gold star next to your grade. “Boosts morale,” had been Logan’s explanation when a student had asked why the gold star. You smiled. Cute. 

You had felt like you finally found your groove, despite the hiccup you had at the beginning. Your first test of the semester approached, and you weren’t nervous, in fact you showed up to class early, getting a chance to get a good spot and watch Professor Howlett walk in and begin setting up. You had waved, a meek good morning in your own words and he returned a wink back. Your insides tugged at themselves. He had waltzed over to you in your seat, starting up conversation. “Nervous?” he asks, curt and short. You smile, “Hardly,” using your own words once more. “I’m gunning on a gold star. I studied extra hard.” Professor Howlett hums, smile on his face. “I look forward to seeing your work. I enjoy reading it,” he says. He leaves you with those words as he walks back to his desk, more students beginning to pepper in the classroom as the test hour approached. You had been so sure you did excellent on your test, studying for days and days beforehand. So when you got back your test, a C Minus staring back at you with a gut wrenching empty space next to your grade right where a star would be. Tears prick your eyes as you look at the grade, feeling so disappointed in yourself. This couldn’t be. It just couldn’t.

You had promptly stayed behind after class to speak to him, and it seemed like Amber had the same idea, her body close to his as she spoke lowly. She didn’t spare a glance back at you as she spoke to him, hand grazing his bicep as she walked away and past you. Your eyes rolled in your head and you walked up to Professor Howlett next. He’s in the middle of packing up his papers in his bag when you come up to him, and he glances up in acknowledgment before going back to what he’s doing. You breathe out and his brown quirks as he pauses and looks at you. “Yes?” he asks. “I… I would like to see you after class if possible to discuss my grades,” you say, fist curling and uncurling with nerves. ”Tomorrow afternoon come see me at my office,” he says, arms crossing. “Don’t be late. Don’t get your hopes up either,” he quirks. You chew your lip before sighing. “I’ll be there. On time.” 

And true to your word, you showed up promptly and on time. Your heart was hammering in your chest cavity so hard you felt like it would burst through your ribcage. Your lower lip found itself between your teeth, chewing at it tenderly. You had been staring at the mahogany colored door, finished with a shiny golden plaque, L. Howlett, PHD. carved within the surface of the precious metal. His name posed just as intimidating as he did. You’d been standing in front of his door for almost three minutes now, fingers skimming along the hem of your plaid skirt. The accompanying white tanktop and white cardigan hand made your subconscious intentions loud and clear, as some part of you, a delusional part of you, had hoped this school girl-esque get up would grant you some sort of leniency with Professor Howlett as you begged for him to give you a retake, a makeup assignment, something for God’s sake.

Any moment more of hesitancy and you would be late for your two o’clock appointment time, so you bring your knuckles up to the door to knock, twice in succession, when the door swings open in front of you. Your knuckle is almost met with Amber’s face, her shock seeing you just as evident as hers. She doesn’t let it linger however, as she casts a glance over her shoulder and muses a “Bye Professor. Thank you so much, I’ll see you in class Monday,” before looking back forward and right back at you, holding your gaze as she walks right out the door and past you, making sure her shoulder doesn’t miss yours. You scoff. Bitch. 

“Right on time. Come in,” he gestures, refusing to get up from his comfy looking office chair. As you walk around his office you take in the interior briefly. The mahogany furniture, the lingering smell of cigar smoke, evidence of his nasty habit sitting on top of an ashtray on his desk, the glass bar cart, adorned with various bottles of whiskey and gin, and a mini fridge sitting on its bottom shelf— filled with ice and garnish you assume. You eye his book cabinet, shelves stuffed with various literary titles, old and new, classic and contemporary. You find yourself impressed, but you shouldn’t be, his teaching— albeit rough, brutish sometimes even— is a testament to his passion towards books and literature. You smile a little as you sit down in the foam lined chair in front of his desk. You try not to think of who sat in it before you as you feel the residual warmth of it against your thighs. You take in Professor Logan, black t-shirt and dark blue jeans— casual, but damn if he made it look good. You eyed his arms, veiny and bulging out his shirt, before flickering your attention back to his face, framed by those greying temples you oh so loved.

“So?” He trails, redirecting his attention from his desktop to you. You swallow a little and sigh. “Um, I know that you said no… no retakes or anything, and I understand your answer if it’s a hard no,” you say, pausing to look at him to try and assess what he’s thinking, but you’re simply met with a raised brow and crossed arms as he leans back further in his chair. “But I… I was wondering if- Well, my parents, they said that If I have a grade lower than an A on my report card this semester I had to drop out and transfer locally, and I don’t want to make this a pity story but I… It’s only this class where I’m having trouble. And I know what you said but my last test really fucked my average and I-” your nervous ramblings are cut off by him raising his hand. Your lips clamp and you watch him, waiting for his impending words. He makes you sit in the silence and with your words, instead opening his desk drawer, rifling between what sounds like various loose pens and papers before taking a lighter out. Small, sliver, zippo style and engraved with meticulous swirls. He picks up the already cut cigar out the ashtray, placing it between his pink lips, and lights it— two experimental puffs of smoke floating your way and you get dizzy. 

“You don’t mind?” He asks only now, and you try not to roll your eyes and that façade of chivalry. “No,” you shake your head. “Thought so,” he smiles, smug. He puffs from the cigar once more before he places it down on the glass ashtray once again before he speaks up. “As it stands now if you tighten up for the rest of the semester you can pass my class with a B something, which don’t sound too bad to me, sweetheart.” Your gut twists with tension. A B isn’t what you need. You brows furrow and you open your mouth to speak, but he continues. “I would love to help you sweetheart, trust me I would. But that wouldn’t be fair to all the other students who come waltzing in here dressed just like you, begging for an A,” he drawls, picking up his cigar again and slotting it between his lips before he stands up and your breath hitches. “Wh- dressed like me? I didn’t-” you begin, confused at what he’s implying. Your eyes follow his moving figure, his steps taking him around his desk to the side of your chair, conveniently eye level to his groin. 

“But you did, didn’t you?” he asks softly, thumb coming to your chin to direct your gaze up to his eyes. “I don’t understand…” you murmur, skin beginning to warm at the rather inappropriate contact and position. Your chest heaves up and down beneath your cardigan and he surely notices letting out a soft chuckle. “You’re a smart girl. I’m sure you can put two and two together,” he continues, thumb rubbing softly back and forth against your chin before he drops his hand from you completely. Your eyes drop in sync to his limb, your mind racing a million thoughts a second. But… isn’t this what you wanted? What you needed? What you’ve dreamed of for weeks upon weeks? “Look at me,” he says, stern. And you do. “You listen so well,” he hums and you feel the makings of a fire ignite itself inside you somewhere deep. I’m being good. Good for him. “Kills you inside that you couldn’t get that shiny little sticker, doesn’t it?” he muses, looking down at you with mirth swirling in his eyes. You feel tears spring to your eyes at his words. He sees right through you. It did hurt. All you ever wanted to be was good for him. 

“We can fix that today. Tell you what, you be a good student for me, and I’ll be a good teacher to you, yeah?” he says, taking a puff from his cigar. “Nod your head like a good student.” And you do. Up and down, slowly. Your brain is fuzzy. This surely isn’t happening, is it? It couldn’t be. He walks away and back to his desk, propping his cigar down after asking it. He pushes a pile of papers from his desk, until he finds what he’s looking for. A sticker sheet. What is he…

“C’mere,” Professor Howlett gestures with a finger, simultaneously sitting back on his chair. Your legs are trembling under you as you get up and walk towards his side of the desk. Logan pivots his desk chair to the side as you walk over to him and you find yourself standing between his legs, quiet. “Take that off,” he says, flicking his head towards your cardigan. You let it drop off your shoulder promptly, standing only in your white tank top and plaid skirt. “Kneel,” he says, and you drop immediately. Pathetic. Your hands lay in your laps as you’re sat between his legs on your knees. Your breathing is as laboured as ever. You can’t believe this is happening— something that you spent nights dreaming of. Touching him, tasting him, feeling him. He reaches over to his desk and grabs the sticker sheet of gold stars, a fresh sheet of stars neatly arranged row by row. “You know what to do, don’t you sweetheart?” he asks, palm of his hand running against your face. You nod, reaching forward to the zipper of his dark denim jeans before his palm grabs your hand. “When I ask you somethin’, I want a verbal answer. Y’understand?” he says. Your voice feels caught in your throat. He’s so intense your head is spinning. “Y-yes,” you breathe. “Yes what?” he spits back and your heart hammers. “Y-yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he hums. He lets go of your hands, taking a sticker off the sheet and placing a small gold star right next to your left eye. Your face heats up at the praise and you almost let out a breath, but you don’t. Your hands go back to undressing Professor Howlett, fingers deft with his button and zipper. He lifts his hips up and helps you shrug his jeans down until they’re sitting on top of his black combat boots, clad only in black briefs. The heavy tent in his pants makes your eyes go wide but you persist, thinking of your grade on the line. With a tug at his boxer band his dick pops up over the elastic, and you pull down until the full sheath of him is bobbing freely. Your eyes widen a little at the sheer size of him, wondering how he could possibly fit inside your mouth let alone your pussy. He was long, eight inches you’d guess just by looking and insanely thick. He was heavy too— the length of him unable to stand up fully, bobbing haphazardly as he twitched from arousal. You looked up at him, and his gaze was steady. Expectant. You sucked in a shallow breath before grabbing his cock, warm to the touch. Your fingers barely touched. You’re hand jerked up once before Professor Howlett was grabbing your wrist, only to spit on his dick, the string of saliva landing on the shaft. “S’better. Go on,” he encourages, and you do— jerking him a little faster now with his spit lubricant, the sound of his slick skin making your pussy feel warm, wet. You jerk him faster, spitting in the palm of your second hand before you join your other, breasts bouncing up and down as you jerk him. Little grunts leave Logan, and it makes your tummy feel warm. You were making him feel— “Good, just like that, yeah. Use your mouth now,” he moans. You felt intimidated by his size, but you persisted still. You wanted to be his good girl.

You look up at him as your mouth opens, coy like a fish, and you wrap your lips around his tip. He inhales a sharp breath and it gives you some encouragement. Be good. Your head drops lower, lower and lower until your mouth his full and his tip is tickling your uvula, and you gag around him, sputtering spit all over him. You pull off his dick to cough and he chuckles at you. “Let’s try again together, yeah?” You nod, “Yes, Sir.” You reposition yourself, back on your knees in front of him. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out, open real wide,” he says, tapping your cheek. It felt soft slap more than a tap however. But still, you open your mouth wide, tongue hanging out. “Juuust like that, yeah…” Logan groans, slapping the warmth of his cock on your tongue. “Breath through the nose,” he says, before putting the length of him in your mouth and pulling your head down on him, fist clenched in your hair. He pulls you down deep, further than you managed to reach alone and you gag, spit everywhere, but he pays you no mind. His curses under his breath before standing up out of his seat, your head craning up as his fist pulls at your nape. “Good fuckin’ girl,” he breathes, thrusting his cock in an out of your mouth. Your throat feels rubbed raw, tears pooling in your eyes but you hold on, hands gripping his thighs. “Take it, fucking take it,” he grunts. His hand disappears before placing a sticker on your spit-covered cheek and you whimper around his cock. Logan’s brows pull together and he laughs. “That turn you on? You like being my good little student? You like sucking off your professor?” he laughs, fucking your face with a deep pace. You muffle a Yes, Sir around him as his spit soaked balls slap against your chin and he laughs. Sticker after sticker covers the expanse of your face, a juxtaposition to your debauched mascara-streaked-spit-covered face.

Your throat is raw, but you’re relishing in the attention, the praise, the intensity of it. “One more mouthful, c’mon,” he grunts, pushing your head down even further down his cock and you squeal around him. Your eyes snap shut, focusing on holding your breath as he brings his dick deep down your throat until your nose is buried in his greying pubes. “So fucking nasty,” he drawls, deep groan leaving his chest. “Take it, be good and take it,” he says breathless, before he’s spitting his cum down your throat, leaving you no choice but to swallow his bitter semen. Your eyes wretch open lowly, watch Logan’s face contort in pleasure as he finishes in your throat and you whimper, squeezing his thighs tightly. “Good student,” he coos, pulling his cock from your mouth and it’s a relief that’s long overdue. Your first unobstructed breath is a deep one, and you’re slightly dizzy from the oxygen after having it restricted for so long. You don’t think about it for long before a hand is pulling you up off the floor, and before you know it, lips are on yours, tongue finding tongue. Your eyes close by themselves and you melt into the kiss, Professor Howlett’s lips soft against yours, but kissing you so roughly. Your arms grip his biceps, desperate for something to hold onto, anything to steady yourself with. 

The kiss breaks and your mind feels hazy. Your eyes open and you see Professor Howlett staring back at you, hands roaming your body. “Pr-professor…” you moan out after a particularly hard squeeze at your ass. “Logan, baby,” he says, kissing your lips once in a peck, and again as a sloppy embrace, his tongue swirling in your mouth and you keen into him. His hands pull at the back of your thighs and you jump up in his arms, wrapping your arms around his thick neck. He walks you a few paces, still stuck in an embrace, until he puts on you down on his desk. He breaks the kiss between you two before pulling the front of your tank top down, revealing your breasts to him, nipples pert. He wastes no time kissing and licking your chest, and you throw your head back in a silent moan. He sucks on your nipples for a minute, pinching and toying with your breast until your chest is heaving and nipples are raw. “What a sight for me,” Logan hums, and you feel shy under him like this. “Lean back and spread your legs f’me,” he says low, kneeling as you do as he asks. He’s eye level with your pussy, only covered by your skirt and white panties. He lifts the plaid fabric up and groans, the little wet spot of your pussy a delectable sight. 

Logan leans forward and licks the wet gusset of your panties and you let out a shuddering moan. “P-please, Logan…” you breath, too wound up to wait. He smirks and indulges in you, pliant and needy. He hooks a finger in the crotch of your panties and pulls them to the side, hurrying his face into your wet and waiting pussy. It’s an enrapturing feeling, having him suck and lick and taste your clit and folds like this, groaning into you and he praises you for having such a sweet fuckin’ pussy, baby. He sucks your clit roughly, before pulling back to spit on your pussy, rubbing his nose against your clit before flattening his tongue against your gushing slit once again. The streaks of grey between your thighs sends blood rushing downwards to the center of your arousal and you can’t help but run your hands through his salt and pepper hair. He licks and tongues you until your legs go numb, teasing your orgasm from you time and time again until you’re nearly in tears for him, ready to cum.

 “Please Lo- Sir. Please, Sir. Wanna cum, I’ll be good. Just-” your begging is cut short as two thick fingers push themselves in you and you throw your head back at the stretch. “You’re gonna come for me in a little, sweetheart. Be good for now,” Logan coos, kissing your inner thighs. You’re heaving as he curls and scissors his fingers inside you in a way that feels so unfairly good that tears begin to streak down your face, gold stickers peeling and falling off your damp skin; scattering down on the desk and falling on your chest. “G-gonna… Oh my God, Sir,” you squeal, just about ready to… Until his fingers deftly leave you. Before you can whine about this, Logan’s thick fingers covered in your slick push into your mouth and you groan. “Hush, baby. You’re about to feel real good in a little,” Logan hums, rubbing his cock, now hard again, up and down your wet and sensitive pussy, the head of him hitching your clit so good it hurts. His fingers leave your mouth. “Beg for it.” And you do. You’re a babbling mess under him. “Inside, p-put it inside me, Professor,” you moan, and Logan's resolve snaps, thrusting into you in one fluid movement.

You see stars, no pun intended, at the stretch of him. Your stomach feels full and you shudder, laying back down against the desk. “Tightest, sweetest fucking pussy I ever felt,” Logan coos, fingers pushing back into your mouth. His unoccupied hand grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder and he begins to thrust in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you with every push in and out. Your intermittent moans turn into a symphony of cries as his pace increases and he’s fucking into you at a brutal speed. Your hands are grasped around the wrist of his hand that’s by your mouth, sucking his fingers to soothe the burning part of the pleasure. “That’s it, fucking take it,” he grunts, pushing your leg from around his should back until your knee was touching your shoulder. The new angle made the pleasure unbearable, every movement rubbing against your g-spot. Your eyes begin to close, your body shutting down seemingly as you begin to enter a pleasure comatose, the bubbling pleasure, the fingers in your mouth, it all feels like too much. But Logan doesn’t let you stay in that place for too long, his fingers leaving your mouth to slap your cheek, pulling back down. “I need you right here, know it feels good but I want you with me,” he says breathy, thrusts still never faltering. 

Without his fingers in your mouth your moans are free to be heard, your incoherent babbles of “s’too much,” and “so deep in me, sir,” floating in the air between Logan’s heavy breaths and obscene curses. You’re breasts jump with every thrust in you, your head bouncing up and down from the sheer force of his thrusts. “T-Tell me…” you stutter out, eyes fluttering. “Tell you?” he asks, grinding his hips up and deep, and you’re sure he’s grazing your cervix. You grip his t-shirt and keel. He gets what you mean. “Good girl. My good girl. You’re the best girl. You want another star, don’t you?” he breathes out, a hand moving down to your clit as he thrusts up and out, up and out into you. You whimper, his words and ministration’s overwhelming, “Yes, Sir. M’good. So good. W-want it. Please, can I have it?” you babble. You belly feels warm, and the heat bubbles with every brush at your swollen clit and thrust in your pussy. He lets go of the hand at your knee, spreading you open to grab a sticker from the sticker sheet. “Stick your tongue out f’me,” and you do, overwhelmed with this moment. You’re being good. You’re being good. You’re almost there, keep being good. He spits in your mouth and you moan holding it there and waiting for him to tell you what to do. “Swallow it,” he huffs, thrusts faltering. He’s close, you deduce. I don’t want it to end. Please don’t let it end. You swallow and stick your tongue back out to show him and he groans.

He puts the star sticker on your tongue, and he thrusts in you harder, tweaking at your clit as he does. Your body seizes and you melt into a fit of moans and grunts, and you finally cum, Logan fucking you through it. “Yeah baby, just like that. Kneel for me,” he says, pulling out of you. You lay up off the desk and fall promptly to your knees, watching him jerk himself to orgasm above you with your tongue out, gold star on the middle of your tongue. He grunts with deep Fuck! before warm ropes of cum spray your partially sticker-covered face and tongue. Your eyes close and you hum, relishing in the warmth. Logan wipes the cum from your eyes with his thumb and sticks it in your mouth, and you suck, no questions asked. “Good fucking girl.” 

The moments following are awkward. Logan tucks himself back in his pants, and pulls his jeans up and you’re left laying on the floor, coming down from your ecstasy high. The zip of his jeans breaks the silence and you’re looking up at him, soiled with cum, spit, stickers, tears and mascara. He walks to his bar cart and grabs the cloth hanging off the handle bar, and he hands it to you. You clean yourself up, and when you’re done you find his cardigan in his hands. You fix your tank top back over your breasts and pull the crotch of your panties back into place before grabbing it from him. “Thanks,” you say quietly. “See you in class on Tuesday,” is the last thing he says to you before you leave his office. Stunned.

On Tuesday, he hands you back your test with a new grade, an eighty, and gold sticker placed on it right next to the new grade. He glances at you as you look over your test, and smirks. You read the note he left in red ink on the back of the test, heart beating a little faster once you look back up at him. Good girl. 

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SUMMER NIGHTS | TIMESKIP! KENMA X READER

Kenma never confessed in high school, but five years later, one summer night and ten seconds might finally be enough i wrote this at like 2am after seeing the new loonyz fanart lmao. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and confusion I didn’t proofread:(

Kenma has a problem and that problem is you. It’s been exactly five years since high school ended. He’s twenty-two years old, owner of the Bouncing Ball company, a stock trader and a YouTuber, in the midst of all things. And yet, his mind is still so crowded with thoughts of you.

You, the ex-Karasuno team manager. You, who managed to be strict when needed and quite frankly, scared most of the players with your poker face. And yet, you’ve always been kind, altruistic and in his eyes, the most beautiful ray of light.

For Kenma, you are what early spring feels like for a bird. Rejuvenating. Refreshing. Bright. Cold to some, and yet, if they only took the time to actually wait, they would realise that your rays are warm enough to melt even the coldest, harsh, snow of mid March.

You who have become such an important part of his life. His friend, his confidant, and most of all, the girl he’s been utterly and stupidly in love with since he was seventeen.

Falling in love wasn’t exactly one of Kenma’s plans. It happened randomly on a hot summer night five years ago. He doesn’t remember much about that night besides how your body felt pressed beside his. Or the way you looked, out of this world, as the stars shined bright on you. But most of all he remembers the way his heart was about to burst out at any moment. The way he couldn’t help but look at you. All of you.

And despite the sweetness of the memory, he can’t help but cringe at the sour undertones of it. That crippling, hidden feeling that he utterly despises. Regret. He regrets not confessing earlier. Too afraid to let his mouth say the words he longed for. Too stunned by fear. But no more.

Tonight, tonight is the night.

And that’s how he finds himself, along side you, Bokuto, Akaashi, Kuroo and some of the ex members Karasuno team, all together again for the Hanabi Taikai, a summer fireworks festival, on a grassy hillside overlooking the bay.

You’re sitting next to him on a soft picnic blanket, legs folded. You reach into the small popcorn bag, offering some to him. “Want some?”

He nods, muttering a soft, “Thanks,” as he takes a handful of popcorns. His fingers brush against yours. And everything slows down.

Your eyes meet, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. Just the brush of skin and the way the world seems a little too quiet. Then both of you look away at the same time, stifling laughter, cheeks flushed. And for a moment, it’s just the two of you. The rest of the world fades out. There’s something soft here. Familiar. Fragile. Real. Something he refuses to let it slip again. 

And then the moment is partially broken as in the distance Bokuto’s voice echoes.

“ALRIGHT EVERYONE!” Bokuto’s says in his usual 120 tone. “TEN MINUTES TO FIREWORKS! COUNTDOWN STARTS IN TEN! TENNNNN—!!”

Kenma groans under his breath, but then he glances at you. You’re already looking at him. There’s something in your eyes. A glint. A question. Maybe even hope.

Now or never.

Your thoughts begin to race.

He’s looking at me like he wants to say something. Is this it? No… I shouldn’t assume. But… maybe? He hasn’t looked away. Oh god, is my heart always this loud?

Kenma’s heart beats louder.

Say it. Just say it. Do something. Anything. She’s right here. She’s looking at you. Her hand is still close to yours. Don’t be a coward. Please, not again.

“NINE!”

Is he gonna do something? Should I say something first?

She looks nervous. Why is she nervous? Is she feeling the same thing? Could it possibly be—

“EIGHT!”

I should just tell him. Just… say it. What’s the worst that could happen? We’ve known each other for years... but omg does he feel the same? 

“SEVEN!”

I can’t let this go again.

“SIX!”

This is it.

“FIVE!”

Do it.

“FOUR!”

Please, please don’t chicken out.

“THREE!”

Kenma shifts closer.

“TWO!”

Your heart is beating so loudly you can hear it in your ears.

“ONE!”

He leans in, hands trembling slightly and then his lips are on yours.

It’s soft. Hesitant at first. But real. Real and warm and everything both of you have been holding back for way, way too long.

When the kiss breaks, your foreheads are touching, and both of you are blushing so deeply it’s almost comical.

You let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve always loved you, you know. I just… thought you weren’t interested.”

His eyes go wide like a spooked cat. “What? No. I—God, I’ve been in love with you since I was seventeen.”

You laugh again, and he can’t help but laugh with you, stunned by the dizziness of the moment and with happiness rushing through his veins. And just as he was about to lean in again, to savour those lips for a second time, noses touching and lips so damned closed… the moment is shattered by your friends in the background.

“WOOOOO!! FINALLYYY!” Bokuto’s voice explodes in the background, followed by Hinata’s high pitched shouting and Kuroo surprised, but amused grin, “Took you long enough!”

Someone (probably Tsukishima) mutters a dry, “About damn time.”

And just like that, you’re both swarmed in teasing and congratulations, flustered beyond belief but unable to stop smiling.Because finally it’s real. And your friends teasing, all of the noise, don’t matter.

Kenma barely hears the noise. All he feels is your hand brushing his again, not by accident this time and the warmth of your breath near his ear as you lean in to whisper something meant only for him.

He doesn’t even catch the words. Not really. All he knows is that he wants to hear you say them again. Closer. Quieter. Maybe with your lips pressed against his neck next time around. 

And maybe that’s greedy. Maybe that’s the summer heat talking. Or the hormones… maybe both. 

But with the fireworks exploding above and your fingers now tangled with his, he thinks, finally, he can start being a little selfish with you.

Just a little.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

What Would Have Happened If The Other Doctors Stepped on the "Boom" Land Mine

One: The land mine is diffused by the power of parental love much sooner. Splice and Mundy join the TARDIS team after he decides that Splice will be his next fill-in granddaughter.

Two: Plays the recorder instead of singing. Jamie attacks the ambulance with his knife as soon as it attaches the lines to the Doctor, and it's only Zoe that stops him from getting killed. The detonation happens much sooner because the Doctor gets antsy and plays with the fiddly bits.

Three: Expertly controls his blood pressure to stop a premature detonation. Tries to keep his companion far away, but they discover the land mine anyway. Takes the land mine with him after it is diffused to use for spare parts in the UNIT lab.

Four: "Harry, I'm standing on a land mine." Doesn't bother with a counterbalance and just stands on one foot for the whole episode. Snacks on some jelly babies while waiting for the right moment.

Five: Has an in depth conversation with Nyssa about how he is regulating his biology on a molecular level. They use a cricket ball from the TARDIS as a counterbalance, meaning that he never gets shot or targeted by the ambulance. One of his companions still ends up getting shot, at which point he falls over, immediately self destructs, and blows a giant hole in the planet.

Six: Gets far too irritated for his blood pressure to stay low. Could really do with some of Evelyn's cocoa right about now. The land mine blows up because he cannot calm down enough to disguise his presence.

Seven: A much longer conversation on how the Doctor is a complex space-time event. The countdown finishes, but the land mine doesn't blow because he had disarmed it at the beginning of the episode. The entire time, he was just pretending the land mine was live in order to teach his teenage companion a life lesson.

Eight: Forgets he's standing on a land mine and blows up. Gets into a passionate conversation with his companion about the war industry complex. Soliloquizes about life and death. Almost sacrifices himself in an inferno of self-loathing, but his companion saves the day.

War: His associates go back in time and extract him before he steps on the land mine. This new version of him continues fighting the Daleks while the time echo standing on the land mine is used to blow a hole in the nearby Dalek command ship.

Nine: Has flashbacks to the War while standing on the land mine but somehow manages to stabilize his blood pressure thanks to the presence of Rose and Jack. Jack manages to diffuse the bomb while he is on it thanks to his experience with Villengard tech.

Ten: "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." Tries to convince his companion to evacuate as much of the population into the TARDIS as possible because they would be safe there. Almost lets himself blow up, but his companion forces him to find a way to survive.

Eleven: The mine blows up in about ten seconds because he can't stand still. The entire planet is blown to smithereens, but his friends are okay because he locked them in the TARDIS.

Twelve: Gets into mind games with Clara while she is trying to figure out what he is standing on. Clara tries to take his place, but he doesn't let her. Missy eventually shows up and disarms the land mine because she wants to be the one to kill him.

Thirteen: Only manages to stay still because the Fam calms her down. Is oddly stoic about the entire thing and disappears into the depths of the TARDIS for several days after it happens. She never brings it up again even though Yaz tries to get her to talk about it.

Fourteen: God damn it this guy is supposed to be retired. He's supposed to be having a break. He talks about how much he loves his companion and how so, so sorry he is that he can't fix this.

Fugitive: This is a normal Tuesday for her. Probably has some sort of anti-land mine device in one of her coat pockets.

[causenessus]

cold kisses. | kozume k.

friends with benefits? you could call them that, but not those kinds of benefits. they're roomates. she likes him. he likes her. she does his homework. he acts like a clingy cat and will wander in to "platonically" cuddle with her at all hours of the day. the one drawback is that neither of them will ever say a thing about their feelings for each other. until the day she's caught on his stream.

kenma x f! reader

COMPLETED haikyuu smau

taglist: closed

playlists: 1 (by @eggyrocks <3) | 2 (my brainvomit for cold kisses)

warnings & notes: fake dating, college timeskip, language, one use of "whore" in a lighthearted manner, atsumu's bad in this :( as a fellow tsumu apologist i'm sorry but he might be good by the end </3 speaking of which, lots of deviations from the haikyuu canon, atsumu and oikawa were both setters and figure skaters in high school and then pursued figure skating after graduation, kenma might be a little shit in the beginning but i think it's in his character and he'll learn, i don't know anything about figure skating but i'm trying my hardest, ukai might make an appearance as a coach because i think it's funny, definitely pining, dates don't matter unless i say so

NEW NOTIFICATION FROM: the mental asylum waitlist | pretty setters + problem children

table of contents (❅ for any chapters with written parts <3):

part one: scary guard dog privileges part two: too many cooks (❅) part three: user 7193 (❅) part four: bald suits part five: pink dye part six: très sérieux part seven: practicing (❅) part eight: daddy's home part nine: the shining part ten: mr. jeff bezos part eleven: thinking about another man (❅) part twelve: men are stupid part thirteen: team dick part fourteen: main attraction (❅) part fifteen: nosy bitches!! part sixteen: "let me hold onto you, please" (❅) part seventeen: epilogue (❅) thank you for reading cold kisses <3

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Crown of Exile – Limited Access up to Chapter Ten

With Christmas around the corner and progress steadily approaching the final two chapters of Crown of Exile, I've decided to make the current Patreon demo available to the public for a limited time.

Time start: 21 Dec 2024, 8AM GMT +2

Time end: 22 Dec 2024, 10AM GMT +2

Link to game.

How it works:

During this time, the demo up until Chapter Ten will be made available on the public game page on itch.io. It will be available only to be played in the browser – no downloads will be available, sorry!

You will be unable to use saves from the current public demo so you'll need to restart the game from the beginning. The demo will remain until the end time on 22 December 2024, afterwards, it will be removed and the old demo up to Chapter Eight will return to the game page.

Why are you doing this?

It's been a hot minute since the last public update and a lot has been written since then. Everyone who has followed me on Tumblr and itch.io have been incredibly supportive and without you, a lot of the early chapters wouldn't have made it online. This is a thank-you gift for Christmas and a way for me to gather feedback from the broader public outside my Patreon.

Please keep in mind that I've been working on new chapters, not edits, so nothing new has been added to the earlier chapters. This demo access will allow you to play Chapters Nine and Ten.

None of this would be possible without my incredibly generous Patrons who voted overwhelmingly in favour of allowing public access to the demo for a limited time.

Reblogs will be appreciated! 💖

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity Masterlist!

series status: ongoing

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

“serendipity is the phenomenon of discovering something interesting or valuable by chance”

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

no use of Y/N, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18. and Bellatrix isn't Mattheo's mother in this fic (just fyi)

general warning(s): 18+ content, angst, fluff, some canon compliance, some canon divergence, typical wizarding world violence, war, torture, drugging, hospitals, familial problems, mean!harry, mean!ron....

** indicates smut warning

~∞~ chapter one

chapter summary: on the trainride to your sixth year, your friends give you a proposition that you can't refuse.

~∞~ chapter two

chapter summary: it's your first day back as a sixth year student. Classes are more intense and your first lesson with Mattheo ensues.

~∞~ chapter three

chapter summary: the first Hogsmeade trip of the year has a rather unpleasant ending.

~∞~ chapter four

chapter summary: after you end up confined to the Hospital Wing, you're surprised when Professor Dumbledore pays you a visit.

~∞~ chapter five

chapter summary: Mattheo has been avoiding you. You find and confront him after a frustrating week.

~∞~ chapter six **

chapter summary: the growing tension between you and Mattheo snaps. He reveals something about yourself that you has scarcely any prior knowledge of.

~∞~ chapter seven

chapter summary: joyful dinner parties and a switch in point of view. Two juxtaposing starts to the christmas holidays.

~∞~ chapter eight **

chapter summary: you're given plenty of revelations: all equally as daunting as the other.

~∞~ chapter nine

chapter summary: Ginny ambushes you in the library and Ron's birthday is off to a delirious start.

~∞~ chapter ten

chapter summary: in the aftermath of Ron's poisoning, Harry learns a thing or two about where your loyalties lie when he overhears your private conversation with the headmaster.

~∞~ chapter eleven

chapter summary: intent on avoiding him, you underestimate just how desperate Mattheo is to be around you.

~∞~ chapter twelve

chapter summary: new friendships are formed and you finally learn to control your abilities. Mattheo comes to a life altering realisation.

~∞~ chapter thirteen **

chapter summary: idk how to summarise this but i will say it's pure smut...enjoy

~∞~ chapter fourteen

chapter summary: friendships are rekindled and you save Draco from certain death in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, igniting your powers in the process.

~∞~ chapter fifteen

chapter summary: now fully recovered, Draco has a task to complete. The fate of the Wizarding World hangs in the precipice of his actions.

~∞~ chapter sixteen

chapter summary: after a startling and gutting discovery. secrets are revealed and alliances are questioned as Voldemort's tyranny begins to fester into the beginnings of another war.

*invisible string fits into the plot here!!*

~∞~ chapter seventeen

chapter summary: Dumbledore's funeral reveals new allies as you navigate a world without its protector.

~∞~ chapter eighteen

chapter summary: with his new role as a secret spy of the Order, Mattheo begins to grapple with the consequences of the horrors that occur at his father's hand.

~∞~ chapter nineteen

chapter summary: there's a spy in The Order and you make a decision that Mattheo is vocally against in every way.

~∞~ chapter twenty

chapter summary:

series oneshots/headcannons:

~∞~ tulips & starlight – valentines day drabble

~∞~ serendipity hcs (mattheo) – a glimpse at his life pre sixth year

~∞~ invisible string – bonus scene from chapter 16 **

~∞~ snippets of navigating fifth year with fred weasley

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all works are my own (2025©️weasleyreidstyles), do not copy, translate or repost.

[johnnysuhbmarine]

Because it's You ♡ Masterlist

Pairing: Chenle x reader Description: NCIT men’s basketball star, Zhong Chenle, faces a season of ineligibility if he can’t get his grades up. Luckily for him, one of his teammates is also part of a super smart friend group, and Chenle is just convincing enough in his request for a tutor - bringing you into his life…and making him aware of just how different the two of you are. With his newfound desire to prove to you that there’s more to life than academics, he ends up discovering there might be more to life than basketball, too.

Genre: smau, college au, crack, jock x nerd, Chenle’s a jerk in the beginning Content warnings: swearing, death jokes, suggestive jokes made throughout, one instance of drinking/partying

A/n: This is on the shorter side without angst to fill the plot because all the angst is going into my Chenle written fic…but I wanted to get something out for you all while I’m working on that because I love you (and then I got horribly attached to this smau and spent ALL my brain power on it and that wasn't supposed to be the case...)

Status: completed! Started: February 17, 2025 Ended: April 6, 2025 Taglist closed

[Intro: 637273 IQ Crew] [Intro: Basketball Brains]

[Chapter One: the worst day of my life]

[Chapter Two: Everyone say "no"]

[Chapter Three: Nerds are a little freaky]

[Chapter Four: Y/n’s got it handled]

[Chapter Five: let’s all live!!]

[Chapter Six: Don’t tell anyone…]

[Chapter Seven: come join me]

[Chapter Eight: Can we get back to basketball…?]

[Chapter Nine: Nerd :’)]

[Chapter Ten: your black Prada hoodie]

[Chapter Eleven: are you still awake?]

[Chapter Twelve: Does she call you “bud” too?]

[Chapter Thirteen: In the arcade]

[Chapter Fourteen: an unexpected development]

[Chapter Fifteen: Basketball buddy]

[Chapter Sixteen: his target audience]

[Chapter Seventeen: Our team]

[Chapter Eighteen:: #askchenle]

[Chapter Nineteen: Yeah, that checks out…]

[Chapter Twenty: What just happened]

[Chapter Twenty-One: Chenle doesn’t like Karina]

[Chapter Twenty-Two: Training camp]

[Chapter Twenty-Three: big news]

[Chapter Twenty-Four: Daegal misses you]

[lupinqs]

SERIES MASTERLIST (my main masterlist)

summary:

in which paige and dani have been best friends since they were six years old. however, when senior year begins, everything changes as dani seems to slip from paige’s grasp, leaving paige struggling to hold onto the friendship—and more—that they once shared.

content/themes:

best friends to lovers, homophobia (internalized and outright), sexuality discovery + religious guilt, angst, fluff, smut, cursing, underage alcohol consumption, hopkins paige!!!!

playlist:

character list:

here

☆ ━━━━━ CHAPTER GUIDE:

o. Prologue ━━ Beginning of the End

before paige leaves for the summer, she and dani share one last night together.

i. Chapter One ━━ Fractured Bonds

dani’s become distant, and paige wants to know why.

ii. Chapter Two ━━ Silence and Static

paige learns what it’s like to be without dani.

iii. Chapter Three ━━ Falling out of Focus

a party is all paige needs to get her mind off of dani. right?

iv. Chapter Four ━━ Caged Bird

dani’s sent away for the summer, and when she comes home, everything is different.

v. Chapter Five ━━ Happy Halloween

paige is getting more and more worried about dani.

vi. Chapter Six ━━ Shattered Glass

dani finally breaks.

vii. Chapter Seven ━━ Break In, Break Up, Break Out

paige and dani are paired up for a project.

viii. Chapter Eight ━━ Old Times, New Times

paige and dani hang out, just like old times.

ix. Chapter Nine ━━ Mending

paige, dani, jalen, and thaliah attempt to mend their friendship.

x. Chapter Ten ━━ Love Was The Law, Religion Was Taught

dani tries to get past the idea of sin.

xi. Chapter Eleven ━━ Home, For Christmas

dani sneaks out to spend christmas with paige’s family.

xii. Chapter Twelve ━━ State Championship

hopkins wins the state championship and paige throws a party in celebration.

xiii. Chapter Thirteen ━━ Swimming in Sin

dani feels lost, with nowhere to go and nothing ahead of her.

xiv. Chapter Fourteeen ━━ Know It’s For The Better

paige finds out about what happened with dani’s father.

xv. Chapter Fifteen ━━ Future In Our Hands

paige and dani graduate high school.

[bbina]

alone together masterlist

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 synopsis ── taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 pairing ── park wonbin x reader.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 genre ── college!au, fluff, angst | ☾ - written portions

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 status ── completed.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 taglist ── closed.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 notes ── the second wb smau i was telling y'all about while btl was still going on... tackles life and struggles in finding love in college so maybe this will be a bit more serious than lighthearted.. will contain mature content. somewhat based on a true story so minors do take note on what you consume on this hellsite. will take my time with this btw lol.. hopefully bbina will deliver... enjoy! + let's save our time together by making sure your blogs are visible for me to be able to tag you!

p.s if you came from my main blog saeist, this used to be nagi's fic :x

chapters . . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𖡎 introduction 𖡎 one . . . ghosted 𖡎 two . . . he's hot 𖡎 three . . . close friends 𖡎 four . . . you're drunk 𖡎 five . . . K.O 𖡎 six . . . new me 𖡎 seven . . . boys night 𖡎 eight . . . speak of the devil 𖡎 nine . . . love sucks ☾ 𖡎 ten . . . seunghan's friend 𖡎 eleven . . . close 𖡎 twelve . . . intrigued 𖡎 thirteen . . . don't shoot the messenger ☾ 𖡎 fourteen . . . pinky promise ☾ 𖡎 fifteen . . . see you later 𖡎 sixteen . . . take a hit ☾ 𖡎 seventeen . . . exchange numbers 𖡎 eighteen . . . boundaries 𖡎 nineteen . . . deal 𖡎 twenty . . . someone 𖡎 twenty one . . . yearning ☾ 𖡎 twenty two . . . lullaby 𖡎 twenty three . . . big favor 𖡎 twenty four . . . blind date ☾ 𖡎 twenty five . . . muse 𖡎 twenty six . . . fell asleep 𖡎 twenty seven . . . ponyo 𖡎 twenty eight . . . happy birthday seunghan 𖡎 twenty nine . . . different ☾ 𖡎 thirty . . . worse 𖡎 thirty one . . . make things weird 𖡎 thirty two . . . dispatch sideline 𖡎 thirty three . . . just a friend 𖡎 thirty four . . . chismosavirus 𖡎 thirty five . . . location 𖡎 thirty six . . . keychain ☾ 𖡎 thirty seven . . . proof of life 𖡎 thirty eight . . . safe space 𖡎 thirty nine . . . just in case 𖡎 forty . . . stay ☾ 𖡎 forty one . . . intrusive thoughts ☾ 𖡎 forty two . . . good friend 𖡎 forty three . . . stage fright 𖡎 forty four . . . friend stealer 𖡎 forty five . . . girl best friend ☾ 𖡎 forty six . . . flirting with their eyes ☾ 𖡎 forty seven . . . don't they? ☾ 𖡎 forty eight . . . left on delivered 𖡎 forty nine . . . just us two ☾ 𖡎 fifty . . . backtracking 𖡎 fifty one . . . release the kraken 𖡎 fifty two . . . situationshiptitis ☾ 𖡎 fifty three . . . since when 𖡎 fifty four . . . better this way ☾ 𖡎 fifty five . . . why 𖡎 fifty six . . . i don' care 𖡎 fifty seven . . . out of sight, out of mind 𖡎 fifty eight . . . reality ☾ 𖡎 fifty nine . . . just another girl 𖡎 sixty . . . casual ☾ 𖡎 sixty one . . . dickmatized 𖡎 sixty two . . . back like this 𖡎 sixty three . . . i'm sorry ☾ 𖡎 sixty four . . . updates 𖡎 sixty five . . . old habits do die hard 𖡎 sixty six . . . people change 𖡎 sixty seven . . . enough 𖡎 sixty eight . . . end of beginning 𖡎 sixty nine . . . ready now 𖡎 seventy . . . alone together ☾

⋆｡꩜˚ asks | lore | official playlist ˖𖤐

[kaylopolis]

Alastor's Shadow (18+) Masterlist

Alastor x F!Reader, Alias: Thestral

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months sooner than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. Afterall, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plans brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down, but also challenge your grab for power… 

Tags: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut 

Author note: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, but I was just so inspired and wanted to post it somewhere after writing like +67K words (and counting). So here goes nothing I guess?

Warnings: Minors DNI! 18+! May contain disturbing, gruesome, and graphic sexual scenes. Graphic violence. Blood. Obsession. Mentions of abuse. Mentions of substance abuse. Trigger warnings will be given at the beginning of each chapter. 

“Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent than the one derived from fear…” 

- Mahatma Gandhi

-> Chapter One - The Commercial

-> Chapter Two - Breakfast

-> Chapter Three - Care for a Drink? Spice 🔥

-> Chapter Four - The Meeting

-> Chapter Five - Night's Mistress Smut 💦

-> Chapter Six - A Stroll Spice 🔥

-> Chapter Seven - Forget Me Knot Smut 💦

-> Chapter Eight - The Headliner Spice🔥

-> Chapter Nine - A Black Suit Spice🔥

-> Chapter Ten - Cute Smut 💦

-> Chapter Eleven - Lucifer's Visit

-> Chapter Twelve - The Kidnapping

-> Chapter Thirteen - The Truth

-> Chapter Fourteen - Picking a Fight Smut 💦

—> A message to the readers

-> Chapter Fifteen - Heaven's Worst Kept Secret Smut 💦

-> Chapter Sixteen - Let’s Kill God Smut 💦

-> Chapter Seventeen - The Countdown Cuteness ❤️

Alternative Endings:

My Fawn & My Shadow:

-> Chapter Eighteen - The Endgame

-> Epilogue

Paris

-> Chapter Eighteen - The Endgame

-> Epilogue

->Afterword

[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 14

AN: THIS IS OUR 300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL WOOOOO

Anyway, I should've GUESSED this would've won but raceway put in a good fight. For those who voted for it, dw the finale is coming. Eventually. ( I don't even have a draft yet can't lie) How have we come this far you guys?

I also wanna talk about the requests rq (You're not in trouble don't worry).

HOW ARE YALL SO GOOD AT THIS? There are some MBC Requests in there in like omg??? And there's a boxten and Finn request? Like...Guys please...I can't simp for the entire cast but yall are EATINNGGG

Also whoever called me peg boy? Im coming for you. Im gonna touch you. /lh

Part One -> Part Two -> Part Three -> Part Four -> Part Five -> Part Six -> Part Six 1/2 -> Part Seven -> Part Eight -> Part Nine -> Part Nine 1/2 -> Part Ten -> Part Eleven -> Part Twelve -> Part Thirteen

Warning: :) Angst, verbal fighting, one-sided attraction

☁ The way I had to reread part 13 to see where I left off omgg.

☁ So, from what I've read (Like it's not my own universe), the team left off on a good spot! Which leaves me, as the write, in a not good spot, because how could i ruin them?

☁ Easily.

☁ Things were...tense, admittedly. It had been a few weeks since you went to the boys with your concerns about your own state of health. Slowly, there were improvements with their involvement, especially in regards to spotting Astro.

☁ In fact, you would say you were practically better then ever. Cosmo was an ever present reminder of your progress and how far you've come, always with a soft reminder to be gentle to yourself. Sprout has been more than forgiving when it comes to helping you with your stamina, explaining all the ways he upkeeps his own, giving you little treats to keep you going when it seems you're reaching a breaking point. Astro as well does his own part, at first making his presence noticeable and easily spotted, before slowly re-integrating his normal ways into the mix, re-training your instincts to spot him and recognize his magic signature. There's never a time when he's not encouraging you, or proving that there's nothing wrong with missing him every once in a while as he scares the other toons shitless.

☁ You, personally. thought that everything had gone stagnant, which was appreciated. After being turned, and then the upspike in the Teagan Terror Saga, as you and Cosmo have gone about calling it in between giggles and finally getting Bobette and Rudie back, things had been hectic and you were thankful for a few easy days.

☁ Or, you thought they'd be easy, but lately you aren't sure. Since you're moment a few weeks ago, you had begun to notice...more. Maybe it's since you were tired of being the center of attention- whether it be you were a twisted, freshly returned, or stumbling with your recovery- or because the quiet let you think, but you begun to notice.

☁ You knew Cosmo himself was observant. He knew and watched, and probably spotted things far before it even appeared on your radar, but there was one thing he struggled with. He could notice when an individual was struggling, but he sometimes failed to notice when the relationship between people begun to fray.

☁ Alternatively, that's where you thrived. You knew Rodger and Teagan was destructive from the beginning, and you knew Glisten and Rodger was little more than a fling from Rodger's end. Teagan and Shrimpo immediately made alarm bells ring in your head. Each and every relationship in Gardenview was neatly filed in your own little filing case of information, with new variable weighed in and monitored under your careful watch.

☁ You were sure this one was no different, however, it most likely took longer to spot due to the sheer personal stakes in it.

☁ You'd been on the internet, you've read to joking comments asking if "partners are voted off like in survival". Joking to them, yes, unfortunately, you had very little alternative should that be the case. Your relationships were fine. You and Sprout still shared early morning kisses in the light of the sunrise peaking through the kitchen windows. You and Astro still had your milk and cookies check in every couple of days, just talking and talking until fatigue made your eyelids drop. And you knew you and Cosmo were as solid as ever, introducing a new hobby to try just last week for you two to bond over.

☁ You knew Cosmo's were fine as well. He continuously talked to you about new developments or something either Sprout or Astro said that made him laugh, or in the very least he thought was clever. While you knew it had been a minute since you all had gotten together in a group setting outside of runs, neither you nor Cosmo really suspected a problem.

☁ Which may have been your initial mistake. Because it wasn't you, and it wasn't Cosmo that was struggling. No, it was Sprout and Astro. Something that started so small, you really wouldn't have picked up on it until you overheard a conversation between some of the other toons.

☁ You try not to make eavesdropping a habit, but sometimes you can't help yourself, moreso as you've been trying to make yourself, a familiar face, more available for Bobette and Rudie to find some form of comfort in, even if it's just surface level.

☁ And, it's not like Teagan and Vee were quiet. No, they always talked with a boisterous volume that was probably higher than it needed to be, echoing around the high ceilings of Gardenview.

☁ You knew that most of the female presenting/identifying toons had what they like to call a "girls night" every now and then, but you'd only been invited a few times as you quickly discovered that it was nothing more than gossip and petty backhanded compliments disguised as advice. You'd much rather spend the night with your boys than listening to Scraps hiss something at Tisha while painting your nails and pretending the dig, while not intended to hurt you, still stung.

☁ That being said, they're not quiet and they don't try to be. You hear the quiet little digs at those not there, the attempted mumbles of other theories or relationship hypothesis', but what stops you is the sudden mention of Astro's names.

☁ You know Astro missed Dandy, and you know they still talked every now and then. It wasn't your absolute favorite thing ever, admittedly, and sometimes you wished Astro would look at not only your perspective, but everyone else's as well. Constantly being in contact with the toon responsible for all of this was a choice, but before Dandy was the perpetrator, he was a friend. He had likes, dislikes, opinions further than anything capitalistic, and you knew he and Astro were close.

☁ And if it made the celestial happy, then that was what mattered to you. You'd bite your tongue and keep your spire at bay, snapping at anyone who had anything to say about it. Astro didn't have the most...titanium spine, but you had no problem stepping in and up for him.

☁ But when it came to Sprout? You hesitated. The group were discussing how you, Cosmo and Sprout must've felt about Astro's relationship with Dandy, giggling over the alleged tensions over it.

☁ You swallowed at this, rearing up to step in before it got out of hand before Rudie was waving you down and bashfully asking about where to find the kitchen.

☁ The most important thing was that it was on your radar now. Something you could spot and look for now. You even mentioned it to Cosmo as well, asking if he'd noticed anything. He hadn't, but you knew he'd be looking for it now as well.

☁ It's like a picture book where you're meant to find something in particular. At first glance, with no objective, you'd scan right over it. but now, as you analyze every single interaction happening before you, you spot so many things that you hadn't previously.

☁ You begin to wonder if any of you actually like each other, or put up with each other due to circumstances. The disgusting amount of boundary pushing is alarming and the way the others talk to each other makes your fur bristle now that you focus on it. Especially Astro.

☁ Most conversations center around his role as a celestial, but not what you'd expect. You nearly get into it with Boxten who refuses to elaborate on what he wishes to dream about, but still glares in Astro's general direction. Connie blatantly admits that she spies on the poor moon and Gigi has stolen from him. Predictably, Teagan's own words are accusatory and snotty, telling him he needs to make up his mind while Shrimpo screams at him to shut up. Those two you don't let slide, getting up in their faces and demanding the respect your partner deserves.

☁ Surprisingly, Vee is beside you as well and a good person to talk to. You ask her about previous interactions and realize there's a bit of a pattern as well.

☁ And then there's Sprout. You watch him and Vee talk, the latter doing it on behalf of you admittedly, and he immediately shuts the conversation down the second it turns to the relationship between Astro and Dandy.

☁ The entire situations takes up so much of your attention you very rarely focus on much else, even during runs. There's so much going through your head, that you move through the motions almost mindlessly, picking up supplies, distracting without much hassle. It gives your body something to do while your mind runs through the new information and files it away accordingly.

☁ So when Dandy's fingers suddenly wrap around your wrist as you reach for bandage, it's like you're doused in cold water and thrust back into the current situation. You blink, eyes darting to the pale fingers curled around you, gentle, but still demanding of your attention. He's watching you, eyes shining in the bright fluorescent lights. Your other hand is still wrapped around the tapes needed to pay for the med.

☁ Cosmo is behind you, stuffing his own newly acquired bandage into his apron pocket, eyes immediately locked onto where Dandy is holding you. He's tense, poised to intervene.

☁ Sprout is immediately moving to stand behind you, remind you he's there as support, but he's stopped by one of Astro's blue hands catching his shoulder. You just barely catch the flash of hurt in Sprout's face before he schools his features and levels his stance, angling so Astro's no longer touching him.

☁ This makes Astro himself frown further but he retracts his hand back into his cloak, watching you carefully. You can't see him fully, not from where you're too focused on Dandy in front of you.

☁ You can't bring yourself to look away, but you wordlessly pray one of them backs you up. You don't have the mindset needed to deal with him, and while you normally don't need any support, this time it would be greatly appreciated.

☁ Still, you would play the game. Swallowing tightly, your eyes met Dandy's, flexing the arms in your muscles. "Dandicus." You mutter, feeling the name slide of your tongue like wet cement.

☁ He hums at this, squinting just a bit. "So many thoughts in your pretty little head." He purrs, and it makes goosebump ride up your skin. Something rotten burns in your gut and this time, you dare a glance back at your boys. Sprout goes to step forward again, but Astro grabs the back of his sweater this time, eyes practically pleading with the berry to cool down. Sprout can't hide the anger in his face nearly as quick as he did last time.

☁ Cosmo is quick to step in instead, remaining a wordless support in the face of someone as unpredictable as Dandy.

☁ "...I don't know what you mean." Is what comes from your mouth, putting the tapes back and deciding to go without the bandage if it means getting you out of this conversation faster.

☁ "Nonsense. Come now, what's distracting my favorite distractor?" The hand tightens just a bit, and you bite your tongue to keep from wincing. "I'm your favorite? Don't go breaking Pebble's heart like that."

☁ Dandy laughs at this and the sound is reminiscent of your nightmares. "Oh, barring Pebble then." The grin he gives you makes you frown, stepping one of your feet back far enough it knocks against Cosmo's.

☁ The simple action makes Dandy's hand tighten further against your flesh, and now you know there will be a bruise. You give a testing tug back to retrieve your arm back, but the action seems to anger him and before anyone can stop him, Dandy is yanking you so close you can feel his breath on your cheeks, making your gut drop to your ass.

☁ His eyes flare red and you're reminded all too much of the day of the outbreak. "Don't make me do something I'd regret, darling," He sneers, his other hand trailing a claw along the underside of your jaw. "I'd hate to have to break you."

☁ You close your eyes before Dandy is suddenly stumbling back which stuns him into letting go of your arm. You immediately scramble back, tripping coincidentally over Cosmo's foot and landing on your ass as your chest heaves watching Dandy blink and catch the tapes. His eyes never stray from you though. They watch you the entire time even as his booth begins to sink and the sides fold over to lock him below.

☁ However, the elevator begins to rise and your thrust back into the moment all over again, eyes darting over to the lever to send the elevator back to the lobby. Sprout's hand is locked over it, sending it back, but you can't focus on the strain against his knuckles or the quiver in his wrist. No, you're watching his eyes lock onto where Dandy normally comes from, frantic and...nervous.

☁ Cosmo helps you up and you recognize the look on his face. It's the same one he had when you and Teagan got into it. He knows a fight is arising on the horizon, only there's an added layer of calculations there, wondering if he can act fast enough to defuse it. You're not even sure there is a way to defuse it.

☁ Astro refuses to look at any of you, looking alarmingly pale as he tightens the hold on his cloak, looking to the side instead.

☁ You feel nauseous as the elevator docks and Sprout immediately stalks out and towards the direction of your room, with the rest of you following. His leafy tail gives a whip behind him as he practically throws the door open, yanking his scarf off and tossing it to the side. He begins to pace, the way he normally does when he doesn't know what else to do, and you scurry to the bed. Cosmo follows, watching you grab Astro's pillow and hold it to your chest before burrowing into him.

☁ Astro is the last to come into the room, closing the door much more softly then it was opened. He doesn't stray far from it, leaning against it like it was his own version of a safe haven. The thought stings, but you're too busy watching Sprout and Astro to think further on it.

☁ "What was that." Is what Sprout settles on, stopping the furthest point away from Astro in his pacing track. One of his hands rub the area between his eyes as he sounds exhausted, but frustrated no less.

☁ Astro swallows at this, looking to the side before taking a breath. "I...Understand that-"

☁ "Do you? Do you understand?" Sprout whips around so fast his tail thwaps against the bed frame and you and Cosmo wince at the sound. "Because I don't think you do."

☁ "I do understand that what just happened was unacceptable-" Astro tries again, but Sprout seems to have either found his footing, or lost the fucks needed to care about holding his tongue as the berry is quick to cut in once more.

☁ "And yet, you excused it." Sprout snarled. "Not just excused it, but you stopped me from intervening. I'm sure if you were closer, you would've stopped Cosmo too!"

☁ Astro looks like he sucked something sour at the accusation, his lower arms falling from where he uses them keep his cloak shut. They're balled tightly in his cloak, knuckles turned white from the frustrations of it all. "We have no idea what Dandy is capable of. We can't act irrationally when it comes to him or else we put not just ourselves, but them at risk as well." He gestures to where you and Cosmo are seated, as if you two aren't privy to this very argument.

☁ "So letting Dandy manhandle them is better?!" Sprout scoffs like Astro just said the sky was polka-dotted. "I believe any reaction I deem worthy of that situation is far from irrational. If anything, what you pulled back there was irrational!"

☁ "I was being irrational?! Because I wouldn't let you go off again just for Y/N to pay the consequences?!" Astro's heated at this point, his normally calm demeanor melting away as he stomps a foot forward.

☁ You, like a rational, reasonable adult, hide in your pillow and Cosmo, heart hurting at the sight before you but not knowing where or how to step in.

☁ "Oh, is that the reason you're giving?! Because I have another thought as to why you stopped me." Sprout steps forward as well, pointing at Astro before continuing to close in on Astro. "I think you hated having to chose between Dandy and us at last. And I think I know who you chose."

☁ "I didn't chose anyone over another. There should be no question over who I'd chose-"

☁ "But there is! There is question, at least from me! Because you know what that just proved to me?!" Sprout's eyes are glossy now and you cling to Cosmo, who returns the hold. Even Astro looks like he's near tears, just barely holding it in against the accusations thrown his way. But Sprout's not finished. "It proved to me that even after everything, you'll still pick him. I can forgive the ichor operation, I can forgive the bleeding us dry for a chance to survive, I can forgive all of that to an extent, but Astro..." Sprout's words turn pleading at this point and the first tear drips down his cheek. "He had his hands on Y/N. He had one of us, and you still were willing to give him a chance. How many chances are you willing to give him before something irreparable happens? What if it happens to me, or Cosmo, or Y/N? Then what?"

☁ Astro swallows at this and his head bows for a second, shoulders heaving before he snaps his head up. "He doesn't have anyone else-"

☁ Sprout guffaws at this, like he both can't believe Astro actually said that and knew that's exactly what he was gonna say. "And why do you think that is?! Ichor be damned, Astro, do you know what the others think about this-!?"

☁ " I KNOW." The sudden sharp uprise in volume shocks you and Cosmo both as all three of you (Sprout included) immediately snap to look at Astro. His cloak is loosely hanging of his lower too arms with hands that are practically frantic in keeping it tethered to his form, his upper hands too busy yanking at his fur and hat. "I know what they all say. Do not mistake my silence for ignorance. That's an insult to my own intelligence and awareness. But I also am all too aware of the alternatives. Do you think I like pretending I don't notice it all? The ichor, the machines, the fucking twisteds?! Do you think I like hearing the whispers about me when they think I don't notice? Or seeing how they see me in their own unconscious?! Because I don't."

☁ There are tears streaming down his face and your heart absolutely shatters at the sight, but he's on a roll and refuses to give it up. "I see everyone's dreams, Sprout. Not limited to yours, or theirs, or even the others, but everyone's. Dandy included. I see what even the most polluted ichor cannot hide. Beneath all that he's still him. You may not have known him as long, but I did." Astro throws a hand up, and his hat nearly falls. "You don't blame Y/N for what Ciara did, do you?! Or Cosmo for what he did as a twisted?! I'm not excusing what Dandy did, believe me, if it were up to me I would've plucked him, petal by fucking petal right then and there, but I also how batshit fucking insane he can be. Look at Blu and Oakley, for heaven's sake, he switched our abilities."

☁ Astro takes a final breath before deflating. "I couldn't risk any of us, especially since we were trapped in that elevator with him. If we had acted to rashly, he would've snapped and that scares me more than anything. I never would've let him push further than the arm thing, which in hindsight, I agree, I shouldn't have stopped you, but I knew I could stop him discreetly. How do you think he fell?" One of his star shards whirs beside his head before it takes his cloak and sets it on the corner of the bed.

☁ "I'm sorry, Sprout. Regardless if I never intended for it be questioned who I would chose, that is what happened, and for that I apologize. I would chose you all, every single time. No question or hesitation." His eyes shine with a determination you've very rarely seen from the celestial, blinking when it turns to focus on you. "And I apologize to you, Y/N. I realize you must've felt unsafe and betrayed when I didn't let Sprout closer. I just..." He struggles to find his footing for a second. "I wished to mitigate the damage Dandy was capable of causing."

☁ You frown at the level of upset in his voice. "Oh, Astro, I knew you'd never let anything actually happen." You struggle for a second, suddenly thrust into the argument. "Astro, you know you don't have to take this burden alone though, right?"

☁ This makes the celestial blink in disbelief. "Unless you can suddenly enter dreams-"

☁ "No, no, that's not what they mean." Cosmo shakes his head. "It's more with...everyone else. It's not fair for you to hold this entire burden on what could happen. If this friendship you have is damaging, you don't need to keep it for our sake."

☁ You nod at this. "Exactly. I'm pretty tough believe it or not. I don't want you hurting yourself just to placate his temper tantrum." You pause, looking over at Sprout. He's wiping his eyes, all fire from earlier died out and smothered. You see it all for what he was. He was terrified of what just happened and didn't know how else to express it.

☁ "You guys always go on about me being more careful, but I think in return we all have to be a bit more...trusting of each other." You shrug. "We're thinking creatures, we make mistakes. What's important is that we learn from them and each other." You nod over at Sprout. "Even if some of us approach the issues less then gracefully."

☁ Sprout scoffs, but there's no venom. Just as he opens his mouth though, he squeaks as Astro wrapped all four arms around the berry, squeezing him tightly. Sprout squirms, but eventually relents. "You made me cry, you....dumb moon."

☁ "I'm sorry."

☁ "Next time we need a signal if you're going to use your freaky stars."

☁ "I-...We'll make one."

☁ Finally, after a moment, Sprout's own arms wrap around Astro and hold him tight. The image makes you smile, lowering Astro's pillow- which you had been clutching like a lifeline- and leaning onto Cosmo.

☁ Your heart thrums in content happiness at the feeling of everything slowly falling into place once more.

☁ Sitting up behind you, Cosmo stretches before rolling his shoulders. "Good, we all kiss and made up. How do you guys feel about a date night?"

☁ The suddenness of it all makes Astro guffaw before Sprout is laughing, shaking his head even if he remains wrapped in Astro's arms. "That...That sounds perfect honestly."

☁ For now, Dandy is another issue for another day.

AN: All interactions written about between the other toons and the MBC crew are based on their canon interactions. Like, they all lowkey seem like they hate each other? Is that just me? IDK if I'm looking too much into it, but just reading through Astro's made me sad, because Boxten's? Teagan's? Like my poor baby and he's always apologizing for everything :((( Someone give him a hug :((

[marithempressz]

Pick a card - Messages from The Divine

Choose the pile that resonates with you the most, be smart and take only the messages that serves you. Have a nice reading!

Deck used: Tarot of The Divine

Choose your pile!

Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3

Pile 1

Eight of Wands. End of the deck: Four of Swords.

All over the place. While shuffling the cards, there were about two moments where a lot of them fell at the same time, a lot of energy, probably mental confusion. Four of Swords confirms that. 548 might be a significant number. A lot of anger for things not going the way you would like to, impatience, there’s something uncomfortable here. It feels like you want freedom from a situation, what you’ll have eventually, but it’s required stability from you. It’s tough to be waiting like that, unable to move or to know what to do for the next step. The obvious answer is to cultivate patience within this situation, but it seems like you’re tired of having this answer and still nothing really happens, it’s because there’s more to it, not just patience, maybe you don’t know how to deal with it in a balanced way. 

I don’t know what’s happening, but if there’s someone in a dangerous situation, of course patience it’s not really the answer if you need help as soon as possible. I hope you can count on someone or on a community for that. Ask for The Divine to help you. 

Back to the reading. There’s something about understanding how dealing with frustration is a process for your development. The Ego can be really demanding for its wants if it’s not well educated. 08:08 on the clock. By well educated I mean purified, question yourself: does what you want right now is what you really want? Is what you want a real necessity for your moment? How are your desires connected to The Divine? Fire, the element that rules the card picked, is a purifier in Alchemy, it’s also a symbol for the Spirit, it’s the Spirit who purifies the Ego, because the goal for this journey is to be in resonance with the Source. Ask for your desires to be connected with God’s will and then you’ll be led to your unique path.

Pile 2

Nine of Wands. End of the deck: Queen of Cups.

There’s something about recognizing the power of Feminine energy. God is a Woman. Trust your intuition. Step into your power, you’re a boss bitch, recognize that. You have survived all the way through, right now is not the best moment to give up. Don’t give attention to those fears, be smart and feed only the thoughts which are enriching for your journey. The Feminine Realm is not about fighting strongly with your fists, it’s more about being smart, knowing how to use your mind and intuition, watching the situation from afar. The element fire is shown in this reading, it’s a symbol for guidance, the light that illuminates the way. The tale being represented in the Nine of Wands card is Vasilisa The Beautiful, this moment of the story captured in the card is when she’s being guided through the forest by many fiery skulls, they represent the eternal light that exists inside of us and which will give us guidance at many moments. Remember that you’re free to ask for guidance, don’t ignore your power of connecting with the Source, don’t be afraid of it, it’s a gift and practice leads to its betterment.

At the beginning of the reading I felt this urge of being proud to be a woman, if you’re one, cis or trans, be proud of it, shower yourself with love for being born with this gift. In our history and culture it’s still considered a curse to be one, heal that part of you that feels like it’s dangerous to be one. There’s a bunch of shadows about being a woman in the collective unconscious, heal the part in you that agrees with that. With this New Moon in Aquarius, it’s time to be revolutionary and step into your feminine power. To be a woman is already revolutionary. Use frequency audios so you can connect with the Source. 

If you’re not a woman, this reading asks for you to connect with your feelings and be proud of it, be proud of your intuition. To ignore that is to disrespect an important aspect of being who you are. 

Pile 3

The Moon. End of the deck: Page of Coins.

Being closed off. Giving space so germination can happen. Something about stagnancy. While The Moon can represent a more abstract energy, the Page of Coins represents stability, matter and fruition. Something about you needing to have more information so something can be produced by that. The Moon also represents the unconscious mind; this part of our psyche does not use time like our Ego, time does not exist for it. It works in a different way, organic and pressure does not work with it. Something new is to be born from this state of “stagnancy”, respect that. Sometimes the only job you have to do is to just do nothing, your psyche is already working on that, there are many powerful forces acting upon you in this moment, do not doubt it. It’s hard to see right now, but the message is to trust. You’re in a moment of transition, at the other side of the bridge there’s a great reward, there’s victory. Maybe it’s some test's result that you’re waiting for? Or something that feels like it. There’s this feeling of being clueless about the results of a situation, the thing is that when your mind is in that state of cluelessness, you’re not supposed to engage with thoughts of fear, pray for the best, everything works out in your favor.

Thank you for reading!! :))

[fanaticsnail]

Countdown From Ten

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Word Count: 3,000

Synopsis: Wire is adamant on starting the new year off with fireworks. If you'd have thought the type of fireworks he was wanting to burst into the new year was him edging you until the count down begins, you might've never agreed to it.

Themes: Wire x afab!reader, edging, orgasm denial, confessions, time skipping, mdni, NSFW, 18+, smut, P in V sex, oral, fingering, love confession, cream pie, size difference.

Notes: Happy new year! I loved writing this one, and adore Wire so much. I can't wait to write more for him coming into the new year.

Ten.

Your back arched off the bed as you felt your encumbering high reach ever nearer. One large, skilled hand reached over your belly to push you back down onto the bed, splayed over your flesh and engulfed your much smaller form beneath their palm and fingers. While the intensity of the world began to ebb away from the cusps of reality the closer you drew, his fingers hastily left your dripping cunt and gently tapped your thigh.

“Not yet.”

Nine.

You had made a grave mistake in front of your crew a few nights prior. When they had asked everyone if they had any regrets coming into the new year over a few pints, you should’ve remained quiet. Instead, the boldness in the burn of alcohol rid your body of inhibitions as you spoke up. While Heat had suggested he should’ve dedicated more time to learning how to swim, and Killer had said he desired to learn how to perfect the most delicious lasagne, your regret was far more personal.

“I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year.” 

In lieu of an uproar of laughter that the others claimed from unearthing their wants, yours was met with a grave silence and a few empathetic clashes of tankards against your own. 

“Not even once?”

“You took a few to bed over the past couple raids. Didn’t they make you cum?”

“There was all kinds of fun happening at the pleasure district last week. I know you were there, one of the employees took your hand and lead you up to the rooms. Not even them?”

“Are you sure?”

You answered all of their questions by simply gulping back your drink and placing the container upside down on the benchtop in front of you. Shaking your head, you gave a variety of answers ranging from: “They were selfish lovers,” to, “It was my fault. Made them cum too early and they were tired,” and, “I don’t actually think I even can cum anymore,” or, “I didn’t have time to touch myself at all between the fights, workload, and sailing to different islands. Can't even fuck myself.”

While three of the commanders listened to your plight while clicking their tongues and shaking their heads, another reacted a little differently.

Wire had other plans.

Eight.

A keening whine left your lips as your clit quivered in sorrow. You had been so close to eruption that you felt the tingles lingering beneath your skin and your toes curling in annoyance. With a few quick motions, you thumped your head back against the pillow behind you. 

“Wire, please!” you called while clawing at the hand on your belly holding you down. A warm chuckle fled from his lips as he gently carved intricate circles into your skin by the caress of your thigh. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he gently chastised you before leaning forward towards your glistening cunt, “Just hold out a little longer. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

Seven.

After finishing his drink at the table and watching as you drew Quincy onto the dance floor, the cogs began to tip behind his eyes. A new bar, a new day, a new raid that ended in victory by the skilled labors of the Kid Pirate crew - yet, Wire sat stewing in his mind while fermenting the many possibilities on how to repair one wrong he would see righted. 

“What’s got you all up in a tizzy, man?” Heat asked as he slumped into the chair beside Wire. Wire recoiled and looked down at his shorter friend with perplexion over his face. 

“Firstly, ‘up in a tizzy’? Really?” He furrowed his brows and turned back towards the dance floor, “Secondly, not cumming for a year.” 

“You still thinking about that?” Heat queeried as he gently nudged Wire’s shoulder with his own, “To be honest with you, so am I. A whole year? Nothing? No…?” He gestured crudely with his hands a depiction of an eruption with his fingers demonstrating a hasty fling. “Must’ve found a few shit partners. Why not ask the crew for help?”

“I have a feeling the stupid saying: ‘don’t shit where you eat,’ has something to do with it,” Wire nodded, watching as Quincy wrapped her arms around you and drew you into a playful kiss. You reciprocated with a smile on your face, breaking away thereafter and laughed with her. “Quincy could do something about that expression, or I could take matters into my own hands.”

"Oh?” Heat quirked up his brow in interest, “Didn’t think I’d see the day you’d get sweet on someone. Not gonna let Quincy do her thing?”

Wire stood without a further word, giving a pointed stare at one of his oldest friends, and turned to make his way towards you as a few hours were left on the countdown clock. Taking your hand in his own, he led you away from Quincy towards the upper rooms of the tavern you’d claimed as loot. 

Six.

“Oh, fuck,” you whimpered as he drew his face towards your pussy. His lips curled up into a smile and indulged in flicking a fat stipe against your dripping slit to your clit. He hummed enthusiastically as he latched onto your pearled bud and sucked on it. Each motion was him mouthing and indulging in his every fluid momentum. He was romancing your pussy with his motions, his eyes meeting yours as he felt the call of your bliss reach the cusps of ecstasy.

Reaching behind his head and grasping a heaved fistful of his salt and peppered hair, tugging him both into you and away from you to grind your body against his assaulting lips. Wire muffled a soft, “nuh uh,” sound into your body and removed his face from your pussy immediately. 

“Just a little longer, and I promise it’ll be worth it,” he offered sympathetically, “You’ve waited so long. Surely you can handle just a moment longer?” 

“Wire-!”

Five.

Drawing you up the stairs to the rooms they’d acquired with minimal effort was likely the longest walk of Wire’s life. What was he to say to you? “Hi, honey. I feel so bad about the thing you disclosed to me a week ago and want to fix that for you? I want to make you feel so good, cum so hard, and force you into the cusps of overstimulation until every fibre of your being feels nothing but pleasure?” 

Not a chance. 

Formulating a conversation internally as to how to bring it up himself, he was broken out of his looping mind by a small squeeze against his hand. Closing the door to the room behind you both, you gently latched the door closed and flicked the lock switch into the iron fastening. 

“You alright, commander?” you asked softly before turning to meet his eyes with your own, “I’m not in any trouble am I? I didn’t do anything I wasn’t supposed to-?” 

“-No! I, uh, I mean… No. You didn’t, honey. I just,” Wire stumbled over his words, releasing your hand in favour of withdrawing his hood and ruffling his hair, “I was just thinking about what you said the other day when we were all talking about the regrets.” 

“Oh.”

Four.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you keened for him as he added a thick finger to your center and hooking it up to grind against your g-spot. Your eyelashes fluttered as your glossy lenses began to tear up over your lashline.

“That’s it, honey,” He praised you as he used his larger hand as an anchor to draw down your waist and press your ass back into the bed. “I’ve got you. You just wait on that edge, and I promise I’ll make you feel so fucking good. Just hold on.” 

Three.

“You said you hadn’t cum all year,” Wire clarified with you as he unfastened his cloak from his shoulders and rolled the joints back to remove the weighted material, “Did you mean it?”

Shock eclipsed your face as your lips drew slack. Wire followed your vision from your eyes to his bare shoulders now unshrouded by the tarp he usually wears to shield it. His own eyes drew wide as he stumbled over his words once more. 

“No, no, no, no, I, uh, I mean-,” he waved his hands to halt any thoughts that you may have felt regarding his disrobing in place, “It’s fucking stuffy in here, and I didn’t want the damn cloak on. I’m not meaning anything by it, I swear.” 

Your laughter erupted through your lips immediately, prompting Wire to do the same. You hadn’t even thought about the initial conversation earlier in the week. Nothing about it passed your mind due to how much fun you were having with your crewmates in the few days before the new year. 

“I don’t mind, Wire. Truly, I don’t,” you nodded while teetering off your laughter, “I honestly thought you guys would let it slide-, pass it off, even.” You shrugged nonchalantly while you moved to the other side of the room. A jug of water and a few glasses decorated the space, and you elected to pour two: one for Wire before one of your own as respect for his rank. 

You handed the glass to him and took the other for yourself. Both taking small drinks from your respective glassware, you spoke up to verbalise your woes.

“I don’t want or need your sympathy, commander,” you nod while looking down into your glass. “It was my own fault. I made a whole heap of shitty decisions, didn’t enjoy a few of the consequences, and I can live without cumming-.”

Two.

“-You’re gonna make me cum!” you whined before he halted all motion and removed his hands and tongue from your core. You mourned the loss of his attention before he replaced the hand clawing bliss from your center with his blunt cockhead. The small stretch took the wind out of your body as he pushed on in. Inch by inch he drew himself down into your smaller frame as he bit back his own groans of gasping pleasure.

He was thick, girthy, and made you feel fuller than you had in your entire life. The size difference between his nine foot frame and your smaller stature was adamant, but all of the earlier edging paid off as your cunt sucked him in. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered softly as he sunk himself down to the hilt. With his entire length now inside your walls and dragging against your walls. “You’re squeezing me so tight, honey. Fuck me.” A release of stringed, babbling curses fled his lips as he shallowly thrust inside you. 

Reaching down his hand to caress your face, he smoothed back skin and gently rubbed the pad of his thumb against the apple of your cheek.

“How are you feeling about it all?” he asked you while he gently rocked in and out of your hot, slick, cunt. “Too much, not enough, not like this, with something else to make it better like this?” His questions lingered in the air as your eyes squeezed shut. 

Each second that passed earlier had been almost a form of torture as you felt your orgasm fizz up, only to snuff out by the works of his lips, hands, and tongue. His cock had you feeling engulfed by his girth and stretched to your maximum capacity, but your body felt as if it would never reach the high it needed without him completely sheathed inside your cunt.

“Just like this, Wire.” You nodded up at him with your brows triangulating in the center of your forehead, “Please. Please, Wire? I need to cum. Please let me cum? I need you to make me cum. I can’t go another second without you inside me. Fuck me, Wire.” 

Wire found a new rise of determination swell within his abdomen as he set a brutal pace fucking into your desperate heat. At each cruel and unforgiving ‘plap, plap, plap,’ of his hips meeting your own, a small gasped and choking moan would spill from your parted lips each time his hips would still. 

“You’re being so patient, darling,” he praised you as he changed his position to cradle you up into his chest, “And you’re doing so well. This whole y-, fuck,” he rolled his eyes as he drew you up onto his lap. You straddled his hips and fucked yourself down desperately against his lap. Your clit brushed against his pelvis and neatly trimmed pubic hair, and your hands immediately drew themselves up onto his shoulders. 

“F-Fu-huck,” you cried out desperately as your edge again called to you. “Please, can I cum? Please, Wire? Can I cum? Will you let me cum now? Please?” Your desperation was picked up in every hitching syllable of your crying lips. Wire could do nothing but to cradle you against him and feel the way your walls began to rhythmically contract and squeeze him to the capacity you could. 

“Wait,” he gasped as he felt his own high ebb on the knife’s edge. He was so worked up from edging you for so long, he couldn’t let himself release before you had been given the chance to. The way your body felt made for him caused his brows to crease and eyes to squeeze tightly shut.

“Now.”

One.

“-I refuse to let your year start off without at least one orgasm under your belt, pardon the pun,” he chastised you firmly before rephrasing his ill-temper, “I mean, I… fuck. I’m sorry. Honey, we’re pirates. We sail, we drink - or some of us do, we fight, we fuck, and we cum. You… you deserve to cum.” 

“Wire-,” you started, only for him to strike you down with a further warning.

“-I won’t have it. You said, and I quote: ‘I wish I had orgasmed at least once this year,’ am I right?” he asked you softly while stepping towards the altar where you drew water for you both, “To make myself completely clear as glass: I am propositioning you. I like you, honey,” he confessed so plainly it seemed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to you. 

He gently raised his hand up to hover at your cheek, not yet bringing it to caress your skin and waiting for you to make a decision. Should you back out, he would leave you there to return to the party, or to sleep - both of which were more than viable options.

Or.

You were now given the chance to lay with your commander and experience being the central focus for a channel of lust. For too long had you laid back and endured the mediocre. For too long had you done all of the work for your partner to experience that encumbering high, only to roll over and slumber almost immediately. For too long had you journeyed with the Kid Pirates and withheld your feelings for the tallest commander in the hopes that they would die down and never rise once more.

But here he was, the man of your desires, offering himself to you in a way you had only ever dreamed of. He was willing to not only fuck you, but make you achieve the one thing you had long-since deprived yourself of. 

“I… I like you too, Wire,” you gasped softly while leaning into his palm with your cheek. You closed your eyes on impact and felt the emotions begin to trickle over the edge in every breath. Wire gasped as your head met his hand, a small moan fled his lips as he gazed upon you with nothing but longing and love. Lust lingered below the depths of his persona, but his love was adamant. 

“When do you want to do this?” he asked you while thumbing over your cheek and leaning in closer. His lips gently brushed its borders against your own, tasting the breath he longed to share with every soft touch. 

“Now.”

Happy New Year.

Pleasure crested in your chest as the encumbering heat bloomed in your abdomen. The long wait and long edge finally met your body with an eruption you had not anticipated. As he denied each orgasm he called you to earlier, a longer and more substantial release atop your lover’s lap. 

“Hhah-, fuck, m’cumm-ming-!” you slurred and babbled amongst your moans and whimpers. Your pussy throbbed and rhythmically squeezed Wire’s shaft in hot pulses as your release finally engulfed your senses. Wire continued to fuck you through it, keeping the pace steady as his own pleasure mounted inside your heat.

“Sh-Shit, I-I-,” Wire began as he felt your cunt continued to contract around him and milk him of his precum into his own high. “Fuck,” he called out a breathy exhale of your name as he shot his release deep inside your body. 

Cheers and hollers ricocheted from the group on the lower grounds of the occupied tavern as the crude slapping of your hips meeting his continued to clap against one another. Your high seemed never ending as his own fucked itself deep inside your body and punctuating every babbled word with its intensity. 

Your breaths caught one another as you came down from your crashing highs and riding the few lingering waves in the arms of one another. His cruel motions moved into rocks for comfort of both you and himself. His cum begun to spill out of your pussy and form a creamy ring around his cock as he kept you on top of him. 

“I… I, uh,” Wire halted in favor of a small chuckle, “I wasn’t going to allow myself to cum, you know? This was meant to be about you, honey.” You laugh alongside him as you nuzzle into his chest and brace his larger torso against your face. You whimpered into his touch while feeling his firm cock begin to deflate the longer the moments passed between you both. 

“I am glad you did. No way we both can’t start our year by cumming into it,” you smiled, only to sigh deeply into the way his heartbeat thumped against your ear. Your inhales and exhales were in perfect unity as your bodies still fit together as one. The sentimentality took you as you moved your head to gaze up into his eyes. 

“Happy new year,” you whispered in barely a breath. His lips found yours and hovered in his own response before claiming you entirely with a passionate and heated kiss to shepherd you into the new era. 

“Happy new year.”

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[oraclemoontarot]

what would a romantic relationship with your favourite/chosen celebrity be like? - PAC ★

pick a chococat !! ᯓᡣ𐭩

from left to right, top to bottom - pile 1, pile 2, pile 3, pile 4 disclaimer - i used the love story tarot deck, meaning interpretations of certain cards may be different to standard tarot! this is also a new deck, so please let me know if it resonated or not ♡

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pile 1 ୨୧

cards pulled: ten of wands, nine of swords, star, high priestess, eight of swords, five of pentacles, sun, seven of pentacles, nine of wands, two of cups, five of cups, two of wands, six of swords + chariot

the relationship between you and your celebrity would be one that may take time and effort to grow/get close to one another. a lot of effort and secrecy may be needed for it to develop into something long-term and meaningful, and there may be times where you may worry and have to sneak out in the middle of the night to meet them, or they may have moments where they'd need to explain things to you and apologise, which may add weight to such worries.

however, this would be a relationship you hold a lot of optimism towards and have longed for, and one where the two of you would simply understand each other on a more intuitive level. you would be understanding of their obligations and their career and be open to working around that, they may also have moments where they miss you, especially if secrecy or distance is involved, as well as concerns on how a relationship with secrecy and sneaking away may affect you - due to them being a celebrity.

but this would be a relationship that would bring the both of you a lot of happiness despite the initial challenges, there would be a sense of hope and dreaminess involved. they would easily make you flustered, even with simple acts or comments, and the two of you would think of each other while working etc., where you would look forward to the next time the two of you would meet. with the two of cups, it would be a relationship with a lot of love and depth, and paired with the six of swords, you would enjoy each others company and conversations and never get bored of each other.

with the chariot, despite the slow burn at the beginning, the relationship would end up being fast moving once the two of you get over any hurdles/challenges presented to you. it could very well be a relationship that could last long-term.

pile 2 ୨୧

cards pulled: high priestess, two of pentacles, page of cups, ten of pentacles, nine of cups, seven of swords, queen of cups, devil, temperance, ten of swords, two of cups, justice, sun + three of pentacles

similarly to pile 1, you and your celebrity would be connected intuitively, you would understand each other on a deeper level, however, the two of you may be different yet similar. there is an air of maturity and depth to you, you are the queen of cups, someone who is emotionally mature and open, you have a warm heart and take care of those you care about. your celebrity is the page of cups, they are idealists, possibly romantic dreamers and can sometimes express their feelings in innocent yet charming ways.

within this relationship, this celebrity would bring out the best in you, you would take care of yourself especially well, including your appearance, and they would spoil you mainly in material items or gifts - their love language may be gift giving. the two of you would get along really well with each others side of the family, and it may be a relationship which lasts at least for a few years.

it would be a balanced relationship, and the two of you would have a deep love for one another, although there may be times where there is distance or coldness between the both of you, this could stem from disagreements - relating to difference in maturity levels or the ways in which you express your affection. the relationship as a whole, with the nine of cups, would be incredibly successful though, and paired with the seven of swords, if your celebrity is successful in terms of their career, they would definitely share their earnings with you, especially as they would love to shower you with gifts.

With the devil card, there would be a lot of passion within the relationship, as well as a strong physical attraction towards one another.

Overall, with the justice, sun and three of pentacles, this relationship would be fair, balanced, full of happiness and positivity, as well as one where you not only have a love for each other, but a friendship - this may have been a relationship that first started off as friends.

pile 3 ୨୧

cards pulled: six of pentacles, nine of swords, seven of cups, star, ten of wands, three of wands, page of cups, justice, knight of pentacles, emperor, six of swords, queen of wands, four of wands + two of cups

y'all I'm getting serious puppy and lover boy energy from this celebrity, like jake from enhypen - golden retriever energy. they would be so loving, possibly even wearing their heart on their sleeves. they would melt at the sight of you, spoil you with affection, and likely be the ones to pursue you - they would be shy yet determined in a way.

there would of course be worries mainly on your end, and you may miss them when they aren't around - like looking at their photos or watching their content. it would be a relationship you longed for, like a wish come true. it would take a while for the relationship to develop, but there is so much hope and potential for it and the two of you would be imagining and planning for what the future has to offer.

it would be such a balanced and loving relationship, but the two of you would also be the IT couple - and you guys would fit together like puzzle pieces. they would bring out the queen of wands in you - someone who is confident, passionate, enthusiastic, and alluring. you would shine so bright in this relationship, it's like you bring out the best in each other.

your celebrity would be the emperor in this relationship - where they may express their love and affection outwardly like the page of cups, idealistic, romantic, with a sense of innocence and charm, the emperor is more stable and grounded, a family-oriented person who makes sure everything is going well, that you're doing alright. they're like husband/wife material, and they bring you a sense of calm and security, like there's nothing to worry about.

overall, with the six of swords and two of cups, there would be so much love, affection, and meaningful conversation. you would love being in each others company and thrive together. they would definitely be obsessed with you in a cute way, serious puppy energy. this is honestly the sweetest pile.

pile 4 ୨୧

cards pulled: two of cups, two of swords, lovers, ace of pentacles, nine of wands, six of wands, judgement, three of swords, hierophant, five of cups, three of pentacles, world, page of wands + strength

not gonna lie, i was worried at first until more cards fell out. this relationship would be so lovely, but with its own set of challenges, mainly surrounding jealousy and misunderstandings.

there would be so much love for one another, the two of cups AND the lovers?? (which explains the jealousy) your celebrity would also be the biggest flirt and would get you flustered almost instantly and at random moments which would catch you completely off guard. but, because they are such flirts, you may feel heartbroken at times due to misunderstandings and doubting whether their intentions towards you are genuine. because of this, the two of you may spend some time apart putting your thoughts together, maybe even seeking advice from friends - on both sides.

it's funny because the cards i pulled had a woman with two friends, and another card of a man with his two friends, so the both of you would be trying to get to the bottom of this and working on better understanding how to approach this situation and where you see your relationship heading, as well as hearing out other perspectives from trusted people.

with the page of wands, your celebrity is incredibly charming, almost irresistible and they may be quite smug at times. they're confident once they know what they're doing and what they want, even if they were initially worried or uncertain. and, with the strength card, none of you would give up, even more so them. they would put all their eggs in one basket to be with you, especially as they have such strong feelings, so they would keep working at it, and opening communication between you two so that misunderstandings don't arise again.

overall, with the ace of pentacles and the world, you may buy a home together and eventually get married - or at least be a long-term and meaningful relationship despite misunderstandings and jealousy that may have arisen in the beginning. there would be a need for communication and having to work through such issues to get there.

[stevie-petey]

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT IT (WE DON'T HAVE THE TIME)

season one of “come home”

being dustin henderson's older sister and jonathan byers' best friend is usually an uneventful affair, but when will byers goes missing and a girl with a shaved head claims she has super powers, your duties as a sister and a best friend become a lot more complicated. (it also makes your feelings suddenly complicated, which you're choosing to ignore). (and steve harrington definitely isn't helping). (as usual).

episode one: the vanishing of will byers

jonathan smuggles you free food in exchange for friendship, will goes missing the one time you listen to jonathan, hopper doesn't really like you, and steve harrington almost hits you with his car as you're sobbing like a damn baby (in a cool way).

episode two: the weirdo on maple street

you use your limited psych knowledge to help a bald girl, you force jonathan to accept $20 and he's later an ass to you, steve doesn't know what a "missing" poster looks like, and it's really hard being a single mother to now four kids.

episode three: holly, jolly

you and jonathan talk it out and things are better (spoiler alert: they aren't), you somehow end up agreeing with steve harrington ?? then you have a minor breakdown in front of the kids and once again fail to prevent them from experiencing more trauma.

episode four: the body

you basically have a "no babe don't cry over ur dead brother ur so sexy" moment with jonathan, hopper plays mr love doctor (cute date idea: coffin shopping), and somehow nancy wheeler makes you realize that you're a horrible babysitter and an even bigger idiot. meanwhile: steve harrington is frustratingly charming.

episode five: the flea and the acrobat

you and dustin have a long overdue Sibling Moment, at will's funeral you and jonathan exchange information and surprise ! it's all horrible news ! nancy has awful timing and when you leave her alone with jonathan one damn time you and steve end up trauma bonded on her front porch #bffs.

episode six: the monster

so nancy and jonathan are a Thing now and you really just need a good nap, the three of you go shopping for monster hunting supplies (which honestly isn't the weirdest thing you've done this week), an old man sells you a sentimental knife, and steve kind of accidentally kidnaps you with a sexy black eye.

episode seven: the bathtub

your brother basically places himself on the fbi's most wanted list and el flips a van with her mind, now you have to create a giant salt tub because of course you do, nancy tries Talking About It but hasn't she read the title ? you don't have the time. sidenote: you've somehow become a steve defender during these trying times. typical. meanwhile: steve's inner thoughts are pathetic.

episode eight: the upside down

drinking game time ! take a shot every time jonathan tries ditching you or every time you almost die at the byers house, you find out that steve really is an athlete and tbh it's hot, but you know what's even hotter ? saving hawkins and reaching a tentative compromise with steve after he loans you $5 for snacks. after, jonathan makes a promise you really hope he can keep.

SET IN BETWEEN SEASON 1 AND 2

episode nine: the beginning

BONUS EPISODE TIME ! steve becomes bookstrorindary's favorite loyal costumer, jonathan buys you a bug for christmas, you freak out your poor coworker alex, and suddenly steve is really hot and you're feeling so many feelings (bad ! it's all bad !).

STATUS: complete

season one title based on this song x

blurbs set within the "come home" universe can be found here x

“COME HOME” SERIES MASTERLIST

this is a part of my stranger things rewrite, “come home”, and other seasons can be found linked above :)