#obligatory shimmer tag

[notpowder]

romanticizing the collapse 🩷

hi, i’m jinx / jia :) i’m a fictive from arcane in a traumagenic system and i use they/she pronouns. bodily 20.

cigarette burns & cherry chapstick

this blog is a digital diary, completely unfiltered. warning for ed, drug/alcohol, and x-rated content here.

this isn’t my first rodeo with an ed blog, but my last one got terminated for inactivity when i made the mistake of trying to recover.

(shimmer, it’s not a solution, but what else do i have?)

stats (2024-11-22)

cw: 158

gw 1: 130

gw 2: 110

ugw: 100

2024-12-13

cw: 155

2025-01-05

cw: 151

reality tastes better when it burns

looking for mutuals!! i follow back <3

[gothcsz]

Purgatory | Javier Peña x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC | ~7.6k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

Summary: A threesome between you, your bestie and Javier Peña.

Tags: smut, no plot all porn, bi!reader, f/f/m threesome, light dom/sub vibes, dirty talk (javi and his filthy mouth), oral (f&m), creampie, unprotected p in v sex (you know the spiel. be safe), a small age gap (very vague but javi is older than them), the ladies 69, cock worship, a hint of anal play, cum eating, riding, costumes are kinda involved, JAVI IN THE DEA JACKET OHHHH MYYY—, little to no physical descriptions of reader or oc, javi speaking spanish because i fucking love it, olivia murphy mention (javi would not willingly be at a halloween party lbr), no use of y/n, beta'd to the point where i think there's still mistakes, as usual other shit i'm probably forgetting (lmk what i missed).

A/N: halloween + women + javi p = a very happy kat 🖤 this is one of those works that i really just wrote for me, but am dedicating to @almostempty because she gave us the really hot and sexy ffm birthday threesome of our dreams and i think about honey quite literally all the time 🥵 this is also for all my bi readers out there 💋 i hope you guys like it mwahhh gracias nenitas (gn) 🖤

The air is thick with fog and the pulsing rhythm of bass as you and your best friend strut through the front door hand in hand, slipping into the sea of costumed bodies at the party.

You’re the devil tonight, red latex hugging your every curve, leaving little to the imagination. Your horns glint in the low, ambient light, and the faint glow of your devilish tail sways just above the edge of your barely-there skirt.

Next to you, your best friend, the angel, contrasts perfectly. Her white wings shimmer, the fluffy halo hovering above her head, while her outfit is just as scandalous as yours— tight, sheer, and angelic in all the wrong ways.

You’ve always been a killer combo, and tonight, you’ve turned it up to eleven.

The two of you catch eyes as the fog machine puffs up clouds around your legs, laughing due to already being tipsy from the pregame at your apartment.

You’ve been playing this game since the night you hooked up with her. It had awakened something inside the both of you, some insatiable thrill, and tonight, you’re both ready to explore it further.

After a few more drinks and some obligatory dancing, your eyes start to scan the crowd, teasing and flirting with guys in passing, each one trying to make their move but none holding your interest.

You feel her breath on your neck as she leans in close, whispering about the bartender from your favorite local spot. He’s always had that flirtatious vibe, and you’ve both fantasized about him more than once.

He seems like a viable candidate, until he walks in. The man with the neatly trimmed mustache, older and far too sharp for this crowd.

His dark jacket, marked with DEA in bold letters, swings open to reveal a soft pink shirt, unbuttoned just enough to showcase his strong neck and collarbones.

He’s different, you think. Out of place but in all the right ways.

You nudge your friend, biting your lip and pointing discreetly. “Him,” you whisper, giggling softly as you watch her eyes flick toward him. Her gaze sharpens, lips curling into a smirk.

The lighting in the room casts deep shadows across his face, defining his cheekbones, his jawline—making him look like a fucking dream.

“He’s older,” she murmurs, her voice low with excitement, “but he’s exactly what we need.” 

You can’t help but nod, your stomach fluttering. You know it’s the chase that excites both of you.

“How should we do this?” You ask, finishing the rest of your drink in one smooth gulp.

She doesn’t answer right away, her eyes fixed on the handsome stranger across the room. His broad shoulders stretch against the fabric of his jacket, the way he stands having him look like he’s here on business instead of pleasure, and that only makes him more enticing.

Her lips purse slightly in thought, then her tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. “One at a time,” she finally says, “Don’t want to overwhelm him.”

You arch a brow, leaning in a little closer. “He doesn’t look like the type to get overwhelmed so easily,” you counter, eyes trailing over him again. 

“But have you seen us tonight?” 

She’s leaning into you as she asks, her fruity perfume and the feel of her soft skin brushing against yours is so mesmerizing that for a moment, you forget all about the man.

“We do look pretty fucking hot,” you agree, eyes flicking over her curves in that skimpy angel costume. She giggles, a sweet, feminine sound, and scrunches her nose in that cute way she does when she’s feeling playful.

“Exactly,” she doubles down, her gaze still locked on the stranger. “I’ll go warm him up. Then you can come over.”

“How will I know when?”

Her mouth pulls into a slow, knowing smile, and she gives you a wink that feels like a promise. “Trust me,” she purrs, pulling a tube of lip gloss from the tight neckline of her top. The motion draws your eyes to her chest, where the soft swell of her breasts pushes against the fabric, nearly spilling out.

She rolls the gloss over her lips, making sure every inch is shiny and perfect, and then presses them together with a soft, wet sound that makes your mouth go dry. “You’ll know.”

The simple act makes you want to pull her closer, taste the sweetness on her lips yourself. But that’s for later.

“Alright, go get him, angel,” you murmur as you give her a playful smack on the ass while she walks away.

You watch her hips sway, the curve of her body undeniable in that outfit as she crosses the room with purpose. The closer she gets to him, the more seductive her movements become.

You watch her place her hands behind her back when she reaches him, her posture coy and her smile devilish. You can’t hear what she says, but you don’t need to. His attention is locked on her, his dark eyes raking over her figure, intrigued, just as you hoped. 

The party around you blurs into the background, the music muffled, the chatter of voices fading into static. Your focus narrows, locked on the scene unfolding across the room where she works her magic on the handsome stranger.

She’s doing a damn good job too. You watch as she leans in close to him, her body language playful yet suggestive, the way her fingers trail ever so lightly over his arm, her lips in a flirtatious grin.

She arches her back just slightly to showcase her cleavage, flipping her hair over her shoulder in one smooth, practiced motion. That’s when her eyes meet yours—subtle, but intentional, with a glint that sends a jolt straight through you.

That’s your cue.

Your heart races, a wicked smile creeping onto your lips as you straighten your posture and fix your tits in the slutty red top, making sure they’re sitting just right—nice and perfect.

Your heels click against the floor with each confident step as you walk towards them. There’s a rhythm to it, a sway to your hips that mimics the way she had made her approach.

Up close, he’s even sexier. The moody lighting casts sensual hues of purple, green, and orange that only help him appear more attractive.

His chiseled jaw, curved nose, high cheekbones. He looks too good to be true. 

Then his dark brown eyes lock onto you, and there’s a flicker in them—hunger. Like he could bare his teeth and eat you whole.

It sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the weight of his gaze trailing down your body, lingering on your exposed skin, appreciating every inch of you. 

She flashes you a knowing smile when you sidle up to her. “Javier, this is my other half,” she introduces you, your name falling from her lips sweetly. 

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” You can’t help the way your cheeks heat up, feeling giddy.

“This doesn’t seem like your scene, agent.” You purr, eyeing his jacket, “Not a very festive costume, either.”

“Because it isn’t a costume.” He cocks his head to the side, “I just got off work. Had to come by to pick up my niece, Olivia, but it looks like I just missed her.” He licks his lips, “I was on my way out when my guardian angel decided to make an appearance.”

Your friend giggles and you bite your lip. Despite the loud music and other distractions, his voice is so smooth and velvety.

“Wow. A real agent.” Your eyes gleam as you lean in just a bit, close enough to catch the scent of his cologne. “Maybe you should perform a cavity search. Make sure we’re not hiding anything.”

You watch his reaction, a chuckle rumbling low in his throat as he shakes his head.

She sidles closer, her hand brushing his arm. “Think we could get off with a warning, agent?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and you can’t help but imagine what that mouth would feel like on you, how those hands—so strong, so capable looking— would feel gripping your hips as he fucked you.

“Looks like I’ve got myself some trouble tonight.” His eyes sweep over your costumes, taking in every detail, from the way your devil horns glint in the light to the way her angel wings shimmer with every movement. “Heaven and Hell. Guess I’m stuck in purgatory, unsure of where I’m headed.”

You exchange a glance with your friend, the two of you silently playing off each other’s energy, feeding into the wicked thrill coursing through both of you.

Her lips curl into a flirtatious smile, her voice as sweet as candy. “We could help you find your way…” she teases, sliding a delicate finger down his chest. 

You can’t help but smirk, loving how the muscles in his chest tense beneath her touch. “Let us be the angel and devil on your shoulders tonight,” you coo, stepping in on his other side, close enough that your body brushes against his. The heat of him is intoxicating, making your skin prickle with excitement.

“And what’s the catch?”

She leans in, her lips almost brushing his ear as she whispers, “The catch?” She feigns innocence, acting like she doesn’t understand his question, letting her fingers toy just beneath the open collar of his shirt, teasing his skin with the softest of touches. 

“There is no catch, handsome. We just want to have some fun.” Your hand grazes the hard line of his jaw, feeling the faint stubble that tickles your fingertips.

“Fun, huh?” his voice drops lower, rougher, enjoying the subtle touches the both of you are giving him right now. “Then let’s get out of here.”

Your mouth presses hungrily against your friend’s, kissing feverishly, like you can’t get enough. Her lips are soft yet demanding, and every time she pulls away for air, you’re right back on her, kissing down her jaw as Javier’s truck speeds down the dimly lit road.

The flickering street lamps that zoom by create an almost rhythmic flash, illuminating the scene in quick bursts—hot, stolen glimpses of skin, hands, lips.

Your fingers are buried in her hair, pulling her closer as her tongue slides against yours, the wet heat between your mouths making your body hum. The two of you are lost in each other, your bodies pressed together as if the world outside doesn’t even exist.

But it does. And Javier is watching.

You steal a glance toward the front, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror. You can see the strain in his jaw, the way his fingers grip the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“Spread your legs, diablita,” Javier’s voice breaks through the thick fog of lust, so smooth and commanding. It’s like a spell the way your thighs part for him, instinctual, as if he controls every muscle in your body with just his voice.

You expose the red lace of your underwear, a matching set to the white one she has adorning her hips as well. You two were planning to end the night with someone between you.

She pulls back just enough to look at you, her breath heavy, lips swollen and glistening from your kisses. Her eyes are glazed over, lost in the same spell that grips you.

She turns her head slightly, locking eyes with Javier in the mirror, and you can feel the intensity of their silent conversation, like something unspoken passes between them. It’s hot, so fucking hot, the way she looks at him, the way his brown eyes hold her there.

“Now touch her, angel.”

Her hand moves slowly, almost teasingly, fingers skimming down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She’s taking her time, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Her thumb brushes over your stiffened nipple, causing you to moan softly and she smirks.

She finally reaches the soft skin of your inner thigh, and your breath hitches as her fingers stroke gently, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

“Like this?” she asks, her voice breathless but playful, eyes returning to Javier in the mirror.

He grunts softly, ���Exactly like that.” His eyes flick back to you, and the intensity of his gaze makes your body heat up even more, your hips subtly lifting toward her touch.

“Sexy little set you’re wearing,” Javier muses, “I can only assume our angel has on the same pair?”

Your gaze meets your friend’s, and you both bite your lips, exchanging a flirty look. Slowly, you both nod.

Javier hums in content, his eyes dark and hooded. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs, “Push it to the side, I wanna see her pretty cunt.”

The command is directed at her, and the second it’s given, she’s already moving. She’s never this submissive, always one to take charge, at least with you, so seeing her so eager and obedient to this man definitely has your clit twitching out of excitement.

Her fingers hook around the flimsy fabric of your thong, and with a quick, teasing tug, she pulls it to the side. The cool air hits your wetness, and you can’t help but let out a soft gasp as you’re exposed to both of them.

Javier licks his lips, his gaze honing in on the sight of your messy folds, the lust in his eyes almost overwhelming.

He shifts slightly in his seat, his cock straining against his pants, painfully hard as he takes in the tantalizing view before him. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, “go on, spread her open. Get her nice and wet for us.”

The way he says us sends a fresh wave of slick arousal dripping from you.

She doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers move with purpose, sliding between your seam and spreading you wide, showing off every inch of you to Javier’s hungry gaze. Her touch is delicate yet firm, and you shudder as she smears your sticky arousal across your sensitive labia.

Your head falls back against the seat, your breath coming in shallow gasps, lips parted as soft moans spill freely from your mouth.

She leans in closer, her lips brushing against your neck as her thumb presses down on your clit, driving you wild. “You’re so wet,” she whispers, her voice breathy, sending shivers down your spine. Her fingers barely dip inside you before sliding back to spread your lips wide once again.

Javier lets out a low groan from the front seat, his eyes glued to the sight of her playing with your cunt. His hand moves to his crotch, palming himself through his pants, his desire barely contained.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, his voice rough with restraint. His gaze moves between your parted lips, the slight tremble in your thighs, and finally to the road so he doesn’t kill you all.

“She is so pretty…” your friend adds her voice to the mix, halting her slow, torturous movements. The sudden lack of friction has you whining softly, your hips involuntarily shifting, chasing her touch. 

But then, instead of returning her fingers to your throbbing, wet center, she brings them to her lips, her eyes on yours. You watch, utterly transfixed, as her tongue darts out to kitten lick the slick coating her fingers, tasting you. The sound she makes—a soft hum of satisfaction, like she’s tasting the sweetest thing—sends another wave of ecstasy crashing through you.

“And she tastes so good,” she moans softly, as though she’s sharing a secret, and the way she lingers on her words makes your breath stutter.

Her gaze flicks to Javier, dark and mischievous as she leans forward slightly, her slick fingers shining with your arousal. “Do you want to try her?”

Javier’s jaw tightens at her question, his eyes narrowing as his desire for you both becomes palpable. The car slows as he nears a red light, giving him a moment to glance at her hand, then at you, before his gaze finally returns to her lips.

There’s a beat of silence, the only sound in the car are the heavy breaths coming from all three of you. 

Without a word, Javier leans over from the driver’s seat, his eyes locked on her fingers as he takes her wrist, pulling her hand toward him. His lips part as he slips her fingers into his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you from her skin. The groan that escapes him is guttural, a sound that makes your already wet pussy clench with anticipation and her moan pathetically.

“Fuck,” he mutters around her fingers raggedly. His eyes close for a brief second, savoring the taste of you, and when he finally pulls her fingers from his mouth, his gaze is fucking molten.

Before you know it, her lips are on his, their mouths crashing together in a quick, heated kiss. The taste of you still lingers on both of their tongues, and it makes the exchange all the more intense.

You watch them, your pulse quickening, your body already aching for more as you shift in the seat, thighs still spread.

The kiss breaks as quickly as it began, both of them pulling back, breathless. Javier’s hand moves back to the steering wheel as the light turns green, but his focus is still very much on you two, especially on the way you’re squirming , completely undone by what just happened.

“He’s such a good kisser.” She whispers into your ear, tugging at the lobe with her teeth gently.

“Looked real good. I’m kind of jealous,” you reply, breathless, allowing her to touch you all over, however she wants.

“Don’t be. You’ll get a taste of him too.”

Up at the front, his eyes glint with amusement while he watches, pulling into a nearby spot just outside your shared apartment. Finally.

You two lie back on the bed, stripped down to nothing but your matching thongs and the respective headbands of your costumes—your devilish horns and her angelic halo. Your breasts are fully exposed, nipples hardened by how turned on you are. 

Both of you are propped on your forearms, legs bent slightly, eyes lidded with anticipation as you stare up at Javier. 

He hasn’t even shed the damn DEA jacket. It clings so perfectly to his broad shoulders, the fabric hiding what you know to be a powerful frame beneath. His dark eyes roam over the two of you, drinking in the sight like you’re a masterpiece on display. 

He curses under his breath. “Look at you two… practically offering yourselves to me. Mi diablita y mi angelita.” His little devil and angel. 

His lips twitch into a smirk, and the low timbre of his voice has your core throbbing in anticipation.

With a simple motion, he beckons you over. “Ven acá,” he commands softly, his voice low and dripping with authority.

You move slowly off the bed. As you approach, he takes you by the waist, pulling you in suavely until your chest presses against his. Before you can even catch your breath, his lips are on yours. Firm, hungry, and demanding.

The moment his tongue slips into your mouth, it’s as though you’re lost in him, completely addicted to the way he kisses—so controlling and confident. His tongue moves with a fluid rhythm, caressing every part of your mouth like it’s his territory.

You gasp against his lips when his hand slides down to your ass, grabbing a handful of it with a harsh squeeze, his fingertips digging into the soft flesh. The pain mixes with pleasure, making you hiss, your hips instinctively pressing into him.

From the bed, she watches with wide eyes, her own pussy a mess as she witnesses him feeling you up. Her hand twitches, desperate to touch herself. 

Javier grunts, breaking the kiss with your bottom lip still between his teeth, giving it one last teasing tug before letting go.

He turns his attention to her, giving her a smoldering look that makes her breath catch. “Now you, angel. Come here,” he growls, and the urgency in his voice spurs her into action.

She moves toward him with eagerness, her halo slightly askew as she joins you by his side. You bite back a small giggle at how eager she is, but the moment is anything but light as Javier wraps one strong arm around her, pulling her close just as he did with you. His other hand remains firmly on your waist, keeping you close as well, as if he can’t bear to let either of you go.

Then he kisses her the same way he kissed you. His lips mold to hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as she melts against him. You can feel his hand tightening its grip on your waist as they make out, and it’s almost overwhelming, the heat and need radiating off him.

He breaks away from her, licking her bottom lip, eyes dark with lust. “Not sure if I want both of you kissing my cock,” he murmurs, turning his attention back to you, leaning in to nip at your jawline, “Or one of you choking on it while the other has her mouth full of cunt.”

Your hand fists the fabric of his pink shirt, knees weakening as the weight of his words settles deep in your core. Your mouth waters, not knowing which option excites you more.

“Both sound like a very fun time,” she chimes in, trying to pull his focus back to her, but Javier is too busy lavishing your neck with his lips and tongue.

Instead of replying, he sucks a mark into the tender skin just below your jaw, his mouth devouring you, while his hand trails up her body. Without a word, he presses on her shoulder, silently commanding her to kneel. She follows the instruction without hesitation, her body sinking to the floor between you and him.

You hear the familiar sound of his belt being undone, the metallic clink quickly followed by the hiss of his zipper. But everything else fades away when Javier kisses you again, his lips swallowing your soft moans as he takes his time exploring your mouth.

“Take my jacket off,” he mutters and you obey, pushing the heavy fabric off his broad shoulders, revealing the perfect fit of his pink shirt stretched across his muscular frame.

Holy shit. The sight alone makes you want to rip it off him like a feral woman, but you manage to control yourself, though just barely.

He groans, the sound vibrating into your mouth, and your gaze drops to the sight of the angel between his legs. Her hands wrap around his thick shaft, pressing his cock flat against his stomach as her tongue traces the thick vein running along his length.

He’s unlike anyone you’ve been with before, and the realization only makes your pulse race faster.

“Oh fuck,” he groans again, his hand tightening on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through his fingers. “My shirt, unbutton it.”

Your fingers fumble with how eager you are. The buttons refuse to cooperate, and frustration begins to creep in, but before you can truly lose your patience, Javier senses it. His lips brush your ear as he whispers, “Slowly, diablita, no te apures.”

You nod, forcing yourself to slow down, digits working more carefully now. You undo each button, revealing the bronze expanse of his chest, inch by inch. Your lips part, taking in the view, gaze roaming over every dip and contour of his muscles.

“Mmm,” you moan softly, leaning in to kiss his collarbones, letting your lips linger over his warm skin. You can’t resist biting down lightly, marking him as if he’s yours, even though you hear the sloppy sound of her spitting below, her mouth working his cock in earnest.

“She doesn’t have a gag reflex…” you whisper against his neck, drunk on his grunts of pleasure. You expect to hear approval in his response, but instead, his brows furrow.

“Really?” He growls, fingers tangling in her hair, and without warning, he pulls her off his cock with one smooth motion. She gasps, her eyes are wide and dazed, still high off the taste of him on her tongue.

“A damn shame,” he tilts his head mockingly, “I like hearing my girls gag and choke on it.”

She looks lost for a moment, pretty lips swollen and glossy with his precome, but before she can protest, Javier’s attention shifts to you. His gaze is searing.

“¿Y tú, diablita? You got that party trick too, or am I going to have to break your throat open by shoving my cock down it?”

The filthy words send a sharp pulse of heat through your body, and you can feel the wetness pooling between your legs, soaking your thong and smearing against your inner thighs.

You’re so turned on you could cry, desperate to feel every inch of him inside you.

“Use my mouth, Javier,” you plead, your voice breathy and wrecked, “please.”

A wicked smile spreads across his lips. “On your knees.”

You don’t hesitate, dropping down to the carpeted floor beside her. Javier holds her by her hair, tilting her head up as he addresses her softly, “You did so well, beautiful girl. Now help her get it wet so I can fuck you.”

She obeys, her lips moving to the base of his cock as you take his thick head into your mouth, the taste of him, mixed with her saliva, having your eyes flutter close. Your tongue swirls around his swollen bulbous head, and then you move together, licking and sucking in perfect harmony.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before sliding his thick cock deeper into your mouth. The stretch is intense, and you feel your throat tighten as you try to take him down. At the same time, her lips wrap around the heft of his balls, and the combination of both your mouths working on him draws a low moan from Javier that makes your thighs tense.

Determined to please him, you push yourself further, choking yourself around his length. Your eyes water, tears brimming as you glance up at him, searching for his reaction. He’s already watching you, his lips curled into that cocky, half-smirk you’ve come to crave.

Seeing that expression spurs you on. You start moving your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks with each slow drag, the gagging sound deliberate as your throat tightens around him. Beneath you, she continues lavishing his balls with attention, her mouth hot and eager, and Javier’s groans grow louder, his hips starting to subtly rock into your mouth.

At one point, the two of you get so lost in it, your mouths collide, tongues tangling as you kiss each other with Javier’s cock between your lips. Her hand slips up to your chest, pinching at your nipples as you both work him, and you hear Javier above you, a mess of pleasure as he watches his two pretty girls worship his dick.

His voice drips with authority as he watches the two of you with dark, lust-filled eyes. “Get on the bed, angelita. Hands and knees. Gonna take your pussy from behind while our little devil sucks your clit and licks at my dick while I fuck you.”

The moment you release him from your mouth with a wet pop, you can feel how swollen your lips are, your makeup smeared, eyeliner streaking down your cheeks. You and your friend look like something out of the filthiest, most erotic fantasy, and Javier can’t take his eyes off you. The thought crosses his mind that if he took a photo right now, it’d be worth a fucking fortune.

You both follow his command, positioning yourselves on the bed just as he ordered. She hovers over you, bent over, her ass high in the air, while your head dangles off the edge of the bed in a perfect sixty-nine.

He undresses, his gaze never leaving your bodies, watching with that predatory hunger as you and her begin to tease each other.

The delicate fabric of your thongs are finally gone and her warm breath ghosts over your exposed folds, making your pussy clench in anticipation.

She starts slow, kissing your inner thighs and around your heat but never quite giving you what you need. You can’t help but let out a whine, wrapping your arms around her thighs and pulling her down onto your face. Her soft, slick lips press against your mouth, and you waste no time licking up the seam of her pussy, savoring the headiness of her arousal.

Your moans vibrate against her cunt as you devour her, her taste overwhelming you, familiar but always intoxicating. Your tongue dances between her folds, lapping up her wetness before flicking at her pearl, making her shudder above you.

Her hips begin to roll, grinding down onto your mouth, but the second her lips latch onto your clit, you lose all sense of control. Her fingers spread your folds apart, exposing your sensitive bud to her relentless tongue, and you cry out into her pussy, your hips bucking involuntarily.

The room is filled with the obscene sounds of your wet mouths working each other over. You’re both so immersed in the pleasure of giving and receiving, that you barely register the bed shifting under Javier’s weight until his hands are on her ass. His large palms knead and spank the supple flesh, making her gasp into your cunt as the flesh jostles against your eager tongue.

“Damn. Look at you two. So fucking hot. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” His voice is a growl, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core.

Your only response is a moan as she sucks your clit harder, making cry out. Javier smirks, relishing the sight and sound of you both writhing in pleasure. “I really lucked out tonight.”

He grabs his cock, stroking it as he positions himself behind her. The tip of him slides through along her cunt, teasing her fluttering hole, and you can feel the tremble in her thighs as he lines himself up.

You move your head to kiss and lick the underside of his cock, your tongue tracing the thick vein, working your way down to his balls. Your mouth latches onto them, sucking one into your mouth, your lips wet and hot around him.

You feel her entire body jolt when Javier finally pushes into her, filling her in one smooth, hard thrust. Her moan is muffled by your pussy, her face buried deeper into you, and you can’t help but cry out.

“Oh Javi…” she gasps against you, her voice shaky as she tries to hold herself up, but her face remains pressed to your cunt, her lips still working you over despite the overwhelming sensation of being fucked from behind.

Javier groans above you, his hips rolling into her in deep, slow strokes that make her whimper and squirm against you. “Good job, diablita,” he praises, his voice low and rough. “You hear that?” He thrusts harder, his cock plunging deeper into her, and you hear the slick, wet sound of her cunt weeping around him. “She’s fuckin’ crying for it.”

You can’t even form a response, too overwhelmed by the sensation of her mouth on your clit and your own mouth full of his balls. You’re drunk off the combined pleasure, your body quivering with need, every nerve on fire.

Javier grips her hips tightly, fucking her harder, his pace rough now. Her cries of pleasure are snuffed as she desperately licks at your pussy, her hand skipping down to rub your clit as Javier pounds into her.

The intensity is too much, the pleasure building into a crescendo that has you teetering on the edge of release.

She plunges two fingers inside you, your hips instinctively bucking to meet the pressure, needing more. And she gives it to you, even as Javier pounds the last coherent thought out of her head, his cock relentless inside her.

Every sensation is amplified as your mouth alternates between worshiping the inches of his cock as they disappear and reappear with each powerful thrust, and lapping at her swollen clit, her arousal coating his cock and dripping onto your tongue—sweet, salty, and heady.

Your lips slip from her clit just as her fingers curl inside you, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. You can feel the tension in her body, the way her breath quickens as her head lolls back onto her shoulder, helpless how you’re both making her feel. “I’m right there,” she gasps, breathy and urgent. “Oh god, I’m about to come.”

Her fingers dig deeper inside you, curling, while her thumb expertly flits over your sensitive clit, making your body tremble. Your pussy tightens around her fingers in anticipation, riding that delicious edge with her.

“That’s right, angel,” Javier growls, his voice rough, driving into her with a brutal rhythm. “Come on, make a mess all over this dick.”

His thumb slides down her cunt, collecting the mixture of your saliva, his precome, and her creamy arousal, and without warning, he presses it against her tight, puckered hole. He pushes in slowly, her body tensing, and that’s all it takes.

“Oh fuck, Javi!” she screams, her orgasm crashing into her like a tidal wave. Her fingers freeze inside you as she’s overcome by the intensity of it, her entire body going taut with pleasure

 Her mouth hovers above your pussy, so close, but she’s too far gone to continue pleasuring you.

Javier groans, his hand tangling in her hair, and with one rough motion, he pushes her down, forcing her lips back onto your throbbing heat.

The sudden pressure of her mouth against your overstimulated clit has you yelping, your thighs clenching tightly around her head as the waves of your own orgasm crash into you without warning. Your body shudders, your mouth still working around where their bodies connect, tasting her on him as you both lose yourselves in the euphoria.

He doesn’t let up, thrusting into her through her climax, his grunts echoing in the room. Both of you collapse, sweaty and trembling, drenched in each other’s fluids and completely spent, like you’re drunk off the dizzying mix of sex and pleasure.

But Javier’s far from finished.

“No, don’t quit on me now,” he tuts, his balls heavy and his cock still throbbing with need as he pulls out of her, his slick length absolutely drenched.

Before you can catch your breath, he moves, slipping his cock between your parted lips. Your eyes widen at the sudden intrusion, but the taste of her cum on his velvety shaft makes you moan as you greedily take him into your throat, your tongue swirling around him, desperate to please.

“That’s right, baby,” he groans, his voice thick with satisfaction as he thrusts into your mouth. “Doing so fucking good. Should have you wearing that goddamn halo.”

You hear her soft laugh from beside you as she rolls off, collapsing onto her back, her chest heaving as she stares up at the ceiling, completely blissed out. You feel the heat of his body as he slides out of your mouth, his thumb caressing your cheek before delivering a light slap.

Your skin tingles with the sting, and his next words make your stomach twist with anticipation. “Sit up,” he orders, his voice firm. You obey, your body trembling, ready for whatever he wants next.

“You okay, angel?” Javier’s voice is tender as he hovers over her, planting soft kisses along her flushed skin. His large hands knead her breasts, fingers expertly teasing her nipples with gentle pinches that make her moan.

She arches into him, threading her fingers through his hair, pulling him up for a kiss, their lips meeting with a heated softness.

You can’t resist joining them, your lips finding his shoulder as you bite down on the taut muscle, your teeth grazing the warm skin before you trail your kisses to his neck. He groans into her mouth, making your core ache with need, the sight of them kissing driving your arousal higher.

“I’m fine,” she breathes against his lips, satisfied but not yet spent. “Just need a second. You should play with her. I think she wants you more than I do.”

Javier chuckles, leaving a few more tender pecks on her lips before turning his full attention to you. His dark eyes are almost mocking as they meet yours. “That true?”

You nod without hesitation, not even fully comprehending what you’re agreeing to, but at this point, you’d say yes to anything just to feel his cock inside you, stretching you out, bringing relief to that deep ache.

In one swift motion, he maneuvers you onto his lap, guiding you to sink down on him. Your knees press into the mattress on either side of his hips as you both groan, the tight stretch of him pushing into your wet heat making you gasp.

The burn is exquisite, and the fullness—God, you never want it to end.

You start moving, slowly at first, trying to find a rhythm as your body adjusts to his girth.

His lips latch onto your neck, biting and sucking, leaving blotchy marks all the way down to your breasts. When he wraps his mouth around your nipple, sucking with just the right amount of pressure, you whimper, your pace picking up as the pleasure coils tighter inside you.

His calloused fingers pinch and roll your other stiffened peak, adding to the building tension, making you bounce harder on his cock.

And then you feel her behind you—the soft warmth of her tits pressing against your naked back, her breath hot against your ear as she plays with your hair before sliding down to your hips. Her touch guides your movements, her acrylic nails digging just enough to leave a sting in your skin.

Your head falls back onto her shoulder, your body trembling with the intensity of it all. You catch her eye, and the two of you share a slow, knowing smile, a silent acknowledgment of the intoxicating pleasure you’re both wrapped up in.

Meanwhile, Javier’s lips stay glued to your breasts, alternating between your nipples as he grunts with each bounce, his cock driving deeper inside you, brushing against every sensitive spot.

“You look so good riding his dick. Don’t know if we’re ever gonna top this,” her hand slides up to tilt your jaw, guiding your lips to hers. The kiss is messy, her tongue swirling around your own, and all you can do is moan into it, completely surrendered to the pleasure they’re both giving you.

Javier detached from your chest, mesmerized by the sight of you two kissing. The tension in the air crackles with desire, and he can’t resist joining in.

The three of you come together in a heated, tangled, trio makeout session—lips, tongues, and breath intermingling in a way that feels both chaotic and addicting.

The scratch of his mustache against your skin sends shivers down your spine, while her soft, breathy moans fill your ears like a sweet melody, lulling you deeper into bliss.

His cock twitches inside you, and your walls respond, squeezing him tighter. You can’t help but grind down on him, your body desperate for more. That sensation is enough to break the kiss, both of them pulling back as you gasp for air.

“Gonna come inside you, diablita,” Javier pants out, his voice low and full of heat. “While our angel sits on my face. That okay?”

Better than okay—it’s fucking perfect.

She giggles softly, and you nod, allowing him to reposition you like a doll in his hands, his strong grip shifting you further down the bed while he stays buried inside you. She straddles his face, her thighs quivering as he pulls her down, his lips already teasing her swollen folds.

You start moving again, rolling your hips as the room fills with the heavy scent of sex, the sounds of pleasure. Her moans grow louder, her head lolling forward as she leans to kiss you again, her whimpers melting into your mouth as Javier’s nose nudges her clit and his lips devour her.

You brace yourself, leaning back and planting your hands between his spread legs as you begin to bounce on his cock, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. You cry out his name, your voice breaking as the pleasure swells. His hands hold her steady, keeping her close while he’s lost between her thighs, groaning into her soaked pussy as he jerks his hips up, meeting your movements.

She kisses down your neck, her lips warm against your hot skin, trailing down to your tits. Her teeth gently tug at your nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core before she lowers herself enough to kitten lick over your clit.

You gasp, feeling her mouth move sinfully against your sensitive pearl, then down to where Javier’s thick cock stretches you wide, her lips brushing against the point where he disappears inside you.

The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, a dizzying blend of pleasure that’s too intense to put into words. “Fuck, keep doing that—oh shit,” you babble, barely able to form a coherent thought. Your body feels like it’s burning brightly as you fist the sheets beneath you, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy.

Javier groans into her, and you feel him start to lose control, his thrusts becoming more erratic. The three of you move together in perfect rhythm, lost in the heat of the moment, riding the waves of pleasure that threaten to pull you under.

Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, the pressure inside your core winding tighter and tighter with every stroke, every flick of her tongue.

He growls low and deep, pulling his mouth from her only long enough to mutter through gritted teeth, “Fuck, you two are gonna make me lose it.”

The rawness of his voice sends you spiraling. You grind down on him harder, your hips rocking in desperation as your moans mix with hers, a chorus of pleasure that fills the room. Sweat beads on your skin, slicking your movements as you chase your release.

“Come on,” his voice is strained and muffled by her thick thighs. “I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

That’s all it takes. With one more thrust, one more wet suck of her pretty mouth, your body locks up, pleasure crashing over you in an overwhelming wave. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream as you come, your walls clenching around him in pulsing waves.

She moans into your overstimulated sex, humping his face, her movements reeking with desperation until she cries out, her thighs trembling around Javier’s head as her orgasm overpowers her.

He’s succeeded in his goal of satisfying you two which in turn satisfies him, his chest shaking with a groan, cock throbbing as he spills into you. The feeling of his cum filling your pussy up sends another shiver of pleasure through your body, prolonging your high.

You’re all spent, bodies buzzing with the aftershocks of your shared release. Javier’s hands loosen their grip on her thighs as she slowly pulls herself off him, collapsing on the bed and you fall forward onto his chest.

His cock is still softening inside you as he wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you close. He presses a kiss to your temple, his breath hot against your skin.

“You two were... fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs, moving his free hand to rub over her body, making sure to share some comforting, grounding touches with her as well.

She smiles lazily, rolling on her side and cuddling into his side as he wraps his arm around her, her fingers tracing patterns on your naked skin as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, basking in this amazing feeling you don’t think you’ll ever feel again.

The three of you lie there in a tangle of limbs, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal.

His body begins to gear up to slip away, to excuse himself from the bed and let you both rest.

You and your friend exchange a glance, and without saying a word, you share a matching smirk. There’s a mischievous glint in her eyes, and it mirrors your own as you sit up slightly. 

As if on cue, her hand slides down his chest, teasingly brushing over his soft stomach then drifting lower, her nails grazing the skin just above where you’re still connected to him.

At the same time, your fingers trace a slow, sensual path up his neck, your lips brushing against his jawline as you press a gentle kiss there, whispering, “Where do you think you’re going, Javi?”

He groans softly, still a little dazed from the post-coital bliss, but you can already see the spark of renewed interest in his gaze. He shifts and you feel his cock stir again inside you.

“Yeah,” she purrs, leaning in to kiss his neck, her hand slipping lower to toy with him. “We’re not done with you yet.”

Javier chuckles, but there’s a hint of surprise in his voice. “Oh, really?” His hand grips your waist a little tighter as his other palm slides down to cup your friend’s ass, pulling her closer against him. “You two think you can handle me again?”

The playful challenge in his voice only makes you both smile wider. You rock your hips ever so slightly, feeling him hardening inside you. “We know we can,” you murmur, your voice dripping with lust.

“And we’re not letting you go until we’ve had our fill.”

started a tag list for my works here, so if you're interested— pls check it out 🖤

🏷️ : @magneticecstasy . @miss-oranje-disco-dancer . @persephone-girl . @greenwitchfromthewoods . @maiyart . @pedrohoe04 . @natalieispunk . @thewisesalmon . @bitchesuntitled .

@puddles221b . @swankyorange . @bbyanarchist . @thottiewinemom . @heyhihello-4771 . @pepperstories . @danaehldy . @sunflowerfive . @libre-sol . @harriedandharassed . @angiewatson . @dinanabuu . @sunshinefive .

[am-i-interrupting]

Do you have a tag list for "Across the River"?

I am eating this writing up fr and literally feel like a stalker checking your account so I can read the newest update <3

-🦇

Unfortunately no. I don’t do tag lists for any of my works due to the amount of energy it takes to upkeep. I don’t have the proper amount of energy for that upkeep due to my chronic pain and illness on top of my autism brain which makes things hard enough already. I wish I could but unfortunately I can’t.

I’m glad you’re enjoying it though! I have big plans for upcoming chapters.

Like. . . (Below the readmore if you don’t mind any spoilers)

A Silco meet up, the obligatory high class events/dance, something something something shimmer something something something politics something something something

I have plans both good and evil.

[tabswrites]

Seven Snippets, Seven People

Tagged by @athenswrites here!

Tagging: @bee-barnes-author @mysticstarlightduck @rachaellawrites @talesofsorrowandofruin @my-cursed-prince @i-can-even-burn-salad @ahungeringknife

I have emerged from the fiery pit of hell (ToL Ch. 12) victorious!

One

Mara thought she had taken all of his pain that night, as he had done to her once before–and he was grateful for her sacrifice, even if it was futile. Fear had already settled in the cracks of his fractured mind. (ToL, Ch. 12)

Two

A sound like a crackling fire roared from the shadows behind Adrin. His head snapped back just as a ghostly white face loomed out of the darkness with emerald eyes that wept, leaving a trail of crimson tears. (ToL, Ch. 12)

Three

Her shimmering silhouette striding against the familiar brown and green landscape would have been captivating, if Oliver’s mind hadn’t begun to gnaw its teeth on something far more enticing. (ToL, Ch. 10)

Four (obligatory spooky snippet)

Piles of black ash littered the cobblestone path and the scorched grass on either side. In some instances, the ash had remained in its original form–twisted corpses with their arms reaching desperately towards absolution. (ToL, Ch. 9)

Five

Cloud let out a shriek and floated through the doors backwards, his watery black eyes blinking at her before disappearing.

Mara tsked. “Don’t be cheeky, you aggravating thing. I can’t walk through walls, now, can I?”

“Have you discovered any sort of ability, though?” Adrin wondered. “Who’s to say you can’t?”

“If it’s so simple, then, you do it!” she snapped. (ToL, Ch. 9)

Six

Luckily, he had opted for the chainmail for the journey–he wasn’t keen on wearing the full set of steel, nor was he willing to risk a visit from the Siren that would strip him bare. Now, the chainmail tunic and leather pauldrons he pulled over his head felt too light, too exposing in the face of what awaited him, even as beads of sweat ran down his face. (The Prince’s Shadow, Ch. 2)

Seven

Grotesque, leering depictions of demons that guarded rooftops, tasteful furniture, imaginative buildings with sculpted columns–the stonemasons of Toral mastered the rough, unyielding material with ease. Without them, Father would have no one to bring his elaborate architecture to life–but oh, how Mother loved to complain about their hands. (Siren Song, Part 1)

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The Middle of June

by gucciasalways Nanami Kento signed up for a trip to Malaysia. He signed up for a beach with white sands and shimmering blue waters. He signed up for a job by the ocean every morning and a good book every evening by the fire. The contract for reality TV was an inconvenience, but it was one he could handle if it meant he could escape the monotony of his job. Nanami Kento did not sign up for a ban on sex and the irritating blue-eyed temptation determined to circumvent that. Nanami Kento did not sign up for Gojo Satoru. Words: 14928, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Ensemble Cast, Switch Gojo Satoru, Switch Nanami Kento, Dom/sub Undertones, Lots of Sex, like a lot of it, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Nanami Kento is So Done, Gojo Satoru Has a Big Dick, Eventual Romance, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe, Too Hot to Handleau, Obligatory OOC because Nanami would never join THTH, but i tried my best, POV Alternating, mostly nanami though via https://ift.tt/PDqdInO

[100-wof-adopts]

Luna's 100 Wings of Fire Adopts Rule + Information

Hello, my name Luna, I use she/they pronouns and welcome to my 100 WOF Adopts Challenge!

This blog was inspired by @100wofadopts, @wof-adopts, @just-another-wof-blog, and @shimmering-wof-blog.(lmk if you don’t want to be tagged!) Profile base by the the lovely AprilSilverWolf!

The rules may change depending on supply and demand, however these are the rules for now.

-Dragons are first come first served! If two or more people send a ask for the same dragon at the same time I’ll put their names in https://wheelofnames.com and that’ll decided who gets the dragon.

-After you have adopted a dragon, there is a 1 week cooldown where you will not be allowed to adopt again until it’s done. I will be keeping track of who adopts dragons.(Big thank you @wof-adopts for coming up with this.)

-You are 100% allowed to rename the dragon just don’t change the design up so much. Also the age, gender, pronouns, etc is entirely up to the owner!

-Reselling the adopt for anything (art, money, etc) is prohibited and you will be banned from adopting or interacting with this blog. If you don’t want the dragon anymore just send me a message with the dragon and the name of the dragon and I’ll take them back.

-It is very much within my right to refuse to give someone a dragon, these are my designs that I took time out of my day to do. If you have a problem with that, you are very much welcomed to leave.

- You MUST credit me if you are to post the design anywhere.

- Tag me if you draw any of your dragons! This is not obligatory obviously but it would make me very happy as I want to see what you do with them. :)

How to Adopt

To adopt a dragon, simply send me an ask telling me which dragon you wish to adopt. Anon will be turned off so that I may add your ownership on the dragon’s post. If you wish for me to answer privately, simply let me know in the ask!

Furthermore, dragons that are and are not adopted will be separated through these tags; Free and Taken.

And now, we begin. Every day I will be updating this grid(to the best of my ability). I will be starting by going diagonally, going through all the non-hybrid races first, and then I will proceed to go a little at random, seeing as I don’t like setting myself too rigid rules when it comes to art.

Green backgrounds mean the dragon is available while Red means it has been adopted!

Please be aware that the grid may be updated waaay before a dragon is posted, so please have patience!!

Grid base credit.

Current dragon bases credit

[limey-self-inserts]

got tagged by @call--me--home to share some ‘Last Lines’, or the most recent section of writing I’ve done on a fic. hopefully this one will be finished soon, it’s a cute one:

“Thank you for your help,” Aniketos said from the stairway, heading down towards them. He was already dressed for sleep, a loose tunic under a long robe that artfully laid open onto his chest until it reached the ties at his waist. His gaze briefly strayed to the largest window of the tree, faintly seeing the rivulets of water shimmering on the glass. Storms could be a curse or blessing, and he dearly hoped for the latter. He could defend his woods and tree from bandits, but only his tree could be safe from things like thunder and lightning. And even then, how much could he actually bend nature to keep a cove of safety. 

“Hmm, hopefully the wind won’t pick up much more than now. Otherwise we might be seeing a risk of trees falling overnight,” Aniketos commented aloud to Avon. “My tree isn’t tall enough to be at risk of lightning strike and, even if it were to come about as such, I have protected it with enough magic to see off such damage. I can’t do it for long, but a night should be enough.”

gonna tag @carbo-ships​, @tex-treasures​, @morilock and @captainscyarika​! this is not obligatory tho, so no stress~

[syilcawrites]

archived memories | 7

Series: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Type: Multi-Chapter Main pairing: Zelink (Zelda and Link) Rated: T Tags/Genre: pre-calamity, fluff (middle chapters mostly), hurt (toward the last chapters lmao), pining Summary: bits and pieces of zelink scenes strewn in between the canon memories in botw! Snippet from Ch 7: “And it only grew larger when he tilted his head up at her and smiled—not those small smiles he usually gave her—but a smile that reached his eyes. She had never seen one of those before, and a selfish desire to keep that smile only to herself flourished alongside that fear.” A/N: Between Memory 9-10 Obligatory beach chapter! :^D

You can also read it on ao3! Click here to see all chapters on tumblr

chapter 7: sweet summer sea

She stared in awe at the view in front of her—the sun was at its highest point, and the swaying sea water reflected its illumination, casting a glowing shimmer over it. They were situated in a small gulf of water, with high cliffs on either side of them.

It had been a long time since Zelda stepped foot in sand, and the feeling of it under her toes reminded her that she was here, in the present.

“Breathtaking,” she exhaled as her eyes shifted from the sea to the sky. A gust of wind rushed toward them, lifting her ceremonial dress to reveal the waterproof one piece suit she had worn underneath. Zelda dropped her sandals from her hand and pressed her dress down, face red, and darted her eyes over to Link. He was conveniently crouched down, observing a seashell.

“Well, this is absolutely stunning,” Zelda declared, poking his thigh with her big toe. He jumped at her touch, startled.

“Uh, yeah! I thought you’d like it here. My family used to visit the beaches near Lurelin sometimes, since the water is really warm.” He snuck a glance at her. “This is between Aris Beach and Clarnet Coast. It’s a secret spot though, so don’t tell anyone.” He brought a finger to his lips, smiling cheekily at her.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Zelda said, laughing. She always found his smiles contagious. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been near Lurelin…” She had went once, with her parents. When her mother was still alive.

“You ready?” The sound of his voice prompted her to look over at him. He stood up and proceeded to take off his Champion’s tunic in one swift pull over his head. Her fingers twitched as she watched the muscles on his back move—she wanted to trace her fingers along them, but decided to be courteous instead and looked away.

“Ready for what exactly?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow up.

“We’re going in the water,” he declared. When she looked back at him, his trousers were replaced with shorts, and he faced the waves with his hands on his hips.

“We are?” Zelda asked, pointing at herself. He nodded enthusiastically, his blue eyes sparkling with happiness. Zelda frowned, glaring at the rippling water. She felt conflicted—the reason why she avoided the beach for so long was due to her growing dislike for water. But when she glanced back over to Link, his encouraging smile was hard to say no to.

“Well, maybe a little dip will be refreshing,” Zelda murmured in agreement, beginning to slip out of her ceremonial dress. She paused, halfway through pulling it off as she narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you going to watch me undress?”

He looked away, cheeks red. Zelda chuckled to herself at his amusing response. She neatly folded it and placed it next to a palm tree, then placed her sandals snuggly beside it.

Another gust of wind made her hair fly all over her face—one of the many downsides of having long hair was having to constantly tame it. Zelda had contemplated on cutting it every now and then, but could never muster up the courage to do so. She swatted at the stray strands that made its way into her mouth.

“I’ll join you in just a second… I’m going to braid my hair.” She shuffled around in her bag for a hair band, and when she pulled it out, Link tapped on her shoulder, holding his hand out.

“I can do it.”

“You can braid?” Zelda asked, surprised. She situated herself down on the sand, smiling in content when her skin hit the warm surface. Warm and comfortable, the two things she enjoyed. Link let out a hum of affirmation, sitting behind her, as he carefully combed her hair with his fingers.

“I have a younger sister, so I used to do her hair a lot.”

“You have a younger sister?” Zelda almost turned her head around, but stopped herself. “You’ve never mentioned her before! There’s always something new with you isn’t there?” Zelda smiled as he let out a small laugh. She focused on his fingers brushing through her hair, and on the sound of the waves that washed up onto the sandy shores. She had forgotten how pleasant the sea sounded.

Ever since she was unable to visit Hateno with him, he had promised to take her to secret spots around Hyrule that his father had taken him to, given that they were around the same area as their initial destination. She had looked forward to these various locations—although, that was before the overbearing pressure of obtaining the power.

No, the pressure was always there, but it had been suffocating her to hurry as of late. She had no time for such pleasantries, and decided to immerse herself in unlocking that damned sealing power to the point of exhaustion.

In the latest incident, she collapsed on horseback when they had gone on a trip to Rito Village to speak with Revali. Luckily he was riding beside her, and caught her before she could tumult head first into the rocky ground beneath them, but not without sustaining a couple of nasty scabs that still marked her legs. Link had fallen off of his own horse to dampen her fall and cushioned most of her damage. As he wrapped bandages around her legs, she tended to his head wounds, all while expressing her discomfort with him recklessly putting himself in harms way. It had been hard to keep the sternness in her voice when the pain from her legs kept causing her to grit her teeth though.

Zelda frowned upon that memory—if there was one thing she had to pick about him that she disliked, it would have to be how self-sacrficing he was.

After that incident, he seemed insistent that they take a small break to one of the many locations that he wanted to take her to, but reluctantly, she had always refused. Zelda did feel a little bad that she kept rejecting his proposal to take a short one-day trip, so she agreed to wear her bathing suit under her ceremonial dress for this trip, since he continuously mentioned that it would make her feel less uncomfortable while she was in the water when she prayed.

Of course she didn’t believe him—but she did it to humor him anyway.

And then this happened.

As she readied herself for another day of praying at the Spring of Courage, he lifted her onto the back of his horse, hopped on himself, and then sped off toward the coasts near Lurelin with her in tow.

Not that she hated being here. Rather, it was quite the opposite, but the stress was still there and the guilt for abandoning her responsibilities for the day were ever blooming in her chest.

“There, done,” Link exhaled with satisfaction.

Zelda turned around to face him, beaming. “Oh, we must take a picture!” She quickly grabbed the Sheikah Slate and pulled his arm toward her. Their heads lightly bumped against one another as she took a quick snap.

Link blinked rapidly afterwards, unprepared.

Zelda smiled down at the picture she had taken—her grinning and Link looking alarmed and confused. His expression reminded her of the first photo they had taken with the other Champions. She set the Sheikah Slate on top of her dress and felt around her hair.

“Why, you did quite a good job! I don’t feel much looseness in it.” Zelda pulled her braid over her shoulder, admiring it.

“There’s still enough time to go to the Spring instead, if you really want to.”

She caught that teasing tone of his—always lightly settled underneath the seriousness of his voice whenever he decided to poke some fun at her.

She scoffed and stood up, brushing bits of sand that had stuck to the back of her thighs.

“Come on, you need this too.”

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She didn’t go into the water immediately. Instead, she watched Link attempt to catch fish with his bare hands for the first hour near the rocks. Halfway through, with no progress, he decided to try to stab them with his Master Sword, as if it would increase his chance of success.

Which it didn’t, to her amusement.

After he had gotten out, she decided to try her own fair share of the beach experience.

She tentatively stuck her toes in first to check the temperature of the sea, but it was surprisingly warm—nothing like the times where she stood in the shallow waters of the Springs and prayed. It was refreshing and inviting.

It was… peaceful.

Zelda wiggled her toes, watching the wet sand slip in and out between them with the water for a moment.

She looked behind to wave at Link, who decided to settle on the sand, sprawled. He waved back lazily, his eyes fluttering close. She waded in a bit deeper, submerging her body, trying to at least enjoy the warm waters without thinking of her responsibilities. At least for a little bit, if anything.

When she sat down, the water was up to her neck, and it felt like she was getting hugged by a warm blanket. As she relaxed, her eyes wandered across the sea. It was clear enough that she could see the rocks beneath and the different variety of colorful sea life. Zelda hummed, moving her hands under the water to watch the ripples it created. She chuckled as some of the little fishes around her darted away, swimming deeper, toward the rocks.

As her gaze trailed their path, her eyes caught a glimpse of a shine off to the side—something sparkled under the waves, just in the distance. She simply had to wade a bit deeper. She glanced back to Link, who now had his arm over his eyes in an attempt to shield the sun out.

She debated whether or not to bring the Sheikah Slate, but found herself already treading toward the sparkle underneath the crystal blue sea.

Her heart flipped as she drew closer to it. More colorful groups of fishes dispersed when she neared, scattering all around her. She knew why she had been so drawn to it—the gem sparkled like the color of Link’s eyes, bright blue against the rough grayness of the other rocks.

An Aquamarine gem.

She figured a quick duck under would suffice—but of course things appeared closer than they seemed underwater, and she was under the surface for longer than she anticipated. A little overestimation didn’t hurt her though, as she retrieved the Aquamarine easily enough. She didn’t rise up to the surface immediately after picking it up. Instead, she admired how it looked under the rays of the sun in the water.

The sound of Link’s muffled voice calling her from above drew her out of her admiration. She took one last glance at the gem in her hand before grasping it tightly, wiggling her way back up to the surface.

“Hey! I’m right here!” Zelda shouted once she broke through, waving her arms in the air. She swam back, hardly that far from shore in the first place, and rung out her braid of water as she smiled brightly at him. “I just found this stunning—“

“Why’d you go out so far?” he asked, panic wrapping around his voice. Her smile faltered.

“Link, I went approximately fifteen feet away,” Zelda stated, bewildered. “It looked like you were sleeping so I didn’t wake you up.”

“Regardless of what I’m doing you should’ve told me.” He ran his hand fervently through his hair, sending sand flying everywhere. He looked confused and troubled, as if he had startled himself awake from his own nap. Zelda tightened her grip on the Aquamarine in her hand, frowning now.

“If you’re resting, I’m not going to wake you up to tell you I’m walking fifteen feet away from you. That’s absurd.”

He stayed silent, and she knew what it was—closing up, deciding to keep his mouth shut. He did that now and then, and it was something she had accepted, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to keep him from falling back into his old habits. She wanted him to speak for himself, for him to voice his own opinions without worrying. At least… with her.

“Link, you deserve as much rest as I do. You need to put yourself first—“

“Your safety is my priority,” he stated firmly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The fact that he had said it so easily angered her.

“Well, you’re my priority!” Zelda declared back stubbornly, shoving the gem into his chest. He grabbed it, but didn’t tear his eyes away from her. “I found this because I thought of you and I thought you’d like it. A-And as Princess, I declare you to put yourself as your own priority!” Zelda sharply twisted around to trudge back into the water.

“Don’t follow me!” she demanded. His soft footsteps that had trekked behind after her paused. She let out a huff of irritation as she submerged herself once more into the sea, going far enough so that she could sit down with the water just below her mouth. She blew bubbles into the water in hopes to blow off some steam, but the tempered anger didn’t linger very long anway. She kept glancing over her shoulder at him. He sat in the sand, looking sullen and glum. She couldn’t find it in herself to stay annoyed for too long.

After a short while she waved her hand at him, letting him know that he could come if he wanted to.

He had to sit a little ways behind her if he didn’t want the water to cover his nose. They sat there quietly for a couple minutes, simply listening to the sounds of the coastline.

“It’s pretty, thanks,” he said, breaking the silence. She nodded in response.

“I know it’s pretty, you’re welcome.” Zelda continued to blow bubbles into the water, her arms still crossed.

Eventually she scooted back and stopped once her back hit him. She drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around them.

“Link. Did you ever hate me?”

Her question startled him—she could feel him shift as the water around them rippled.

“Why would I hate you?” He sounded genuinely confused.

“Because I was nothing but rude to you at first,” Zelda stated matter of factly. “I don’t know what compels you to be so kind. Ever since the beginning you’ve been nothing but that.”

She patiently waited for a response, but his extended silence began to unnerve her. Soon, the little voices of doubt began creeping up into her thoughts: he must’ve been nice to her because he had to—how could he be rude to her, if she was the princess?

“The world is already cruel to you, so I thought you’ve had enough of that,” he said quietly. Her chiding thoughts halted shortly after, fading. Not even the voice of doubt could compete against his words, because if there was one thing Zelda was sure of, it was his honesty.

They sat there until their fingers grew wrinkled and pruny before she decided to finally look at him.

“I know you’re just concerned about me, but getting agitated over such a thing was quite unnecessary you know.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” Link rubbed the back of his neck.

“But I do appreciate your concern,” she stated, standing up. She turned around and held out a hand to him. He didn’t grab on immediately and glanced up at her first, hesitating. Zelda had a ghost of a smile on her lips, assuring him that she was okay. But there was still an unresolved tension under her skin that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.

He gripped her wrist as he pulled himself up. It took all of Zelda’s strength not to topple over, but she felt slightly proud for not falling on top of him this time. Their weekly training sessions were definitely paying off.

“I was ready for you to fall into my open arms,” he said with a playful lilt of his voice.

“I’m sure you would’ve loved that just so you could have something else to make fun of me for,” Zelda replied back with a scoff. The chill of the wind made her shiver, and they walked back to the shores, with Zelda rubbing her hands up and down her arms. Link was quick to grab some towels that he left on some nearby rocks and wrapped it around her shoulders before he did the same to himself.

The tension under her skin snapped.

“See—that’s exactly what I’m talking about!” Zelda exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at him.

He blinked, confused.

“You always do that. You make sure I eat first, make sure my tent is up first. You always make sure that I’m comfortable first before you are comfortable yourself!” She said quickly, halting. The waves crawled up to their ankles before drawing back into the sea. It continued that constant rhythm as they stared at one another.

He raised an eyebrow, as if he was saying so what? Zelda frowned and stood a bit straighter as she spoke. “From now on, I insist that you take care of yourself first, before you start concerning yourself over me.” He opened his mouth, as if to counter her point, but she immediately continued before he could say anything. “I see you as a companion, Link. As a dear friend, not just some associate of mine. I know that it’s your duty to ensure my safety, but I don’t want it to be at the expense of your own. It happens time after time, and it pains me to—“ she halted, sighing. She realized it seemed ridiculous that she had begun spewing this out simply because he had given her a towel first. But with him, she found herself more impulsive than usual.

And she wasn’t sure if it was necessarily a good thing.

At that point, Zelda had clasped her hands in front of her, casting her eyes elsewhere. Before she continued, she returned her attention back to his now softened gaze once she had found the words she had meant to say. “Take care of yourself more, Link. Won’t you?”

She admired his recklessness, but also feared it. Feared that it would make him meet a brutal end. The mere thought of it chilled her, and as if he knew she was plummeting into the depths of her thoughts, he brought her out of it with the brush of his skin against hers.

His fingers moved a stray piece of damp hair that had stuck to her cheek, making her realize how tense her expression probably looked.

“I’ll be okay,” Link reassured her. But it wasn’t the answer she was hoping to hear.

“Link,” Zelda grabbed his wrist before he could pull away from her cheek. “You’re not invincible,” she whispered, her voice grim.

A heartbeat passed between them.

“I know.”

But did he really? Her eyes traced the various scars covering his legs, arms, to the ones that trailed up his torso. The scars were long, thin, short, wide. Some deep, others superficial. There were even some on his neck. His skin was riddled with marks and burns, and that wasn’t even taking into account the backside of him.  Zelda tore her attention away from his body and met his eyes once more.

“Truly?” she asked.

He nodded, and she relaxed when she noticed that any semblance of humor had left his features. Zelda let go of his wrist, drawing her hands back to latch onto the ends of the towel hanging around her shoulders.

“I’ll hold you to that then,” she warned, letting lightness back into her tone. “Don’t you dare forget.”

“You’re so demanding today,” he exhaled, feigning annoyance. He shifted away from her to walk further up the shore, and Zelda followed suit.

“I’m exercising my right as future Queen,” Zelda insisted curtly, tugging at his ponytail gently. A smile of her own quirked up on her lips after she got a laugh out of him.

“Okay, fine. But I’m not going to put myself first every time. If you’re shivering from head to toe I’m giving the blanket to you first.” Link covered his feet with dry sand, wiggling his toes underneath it. She copied him and did the same to her own feet.

“As long as you don’t risk your life, I suppose I’ll agree to your terms,” Zelda replied back solemnly. He chuckled at her intentional usage of her princess-esque tone.

A click clacking sound prompted her to look up from her feet. She glanced back toward the waves, ears perking up. Her eyes latched onto a nearby ironshell crab, sauntering its way alongside the waves.

“Oh!” she said, her eyes brightening. “And lest I forget…” Zelda carefully made her way toward it, “I do wonder if I could study these local crabs alongside the hot-footed frogs. Will these crabs also produce some interesting effects, or will they simply be good for dining?” She raised her hands up, her fingers wiggling in anticipation. The moment the ironshell crab turned its head, Zelda latched onto it, being mindful of its claws.

She turned around to face Link, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I have seen these crabs in some of our flora and fauna books in the royal library. I’m sure the name ‘ironshell’ wouldn’t have appeared out of the blue if they weren’t known for just that. If we take its name into consideration, perhaps it can offer some sort of increased sturdiness, which would greatly benefit you!” she rambled, peeking up to a nervous looking Link.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to eat this one just as it is,” she promised. “Unless, in the name of research, you would be willing to try it this time?” Zelda held the crab up to him, and she burst into fit of laughter when he instinctively paced ten steps back. “I’m merely joking, Link!”

He let out a shaky, albeit relieved, laugh of his own. Although it would’ve been fortunate for her studies, the last time she urged Link to try a critter, he was less than willing to. She was hoping that maybe a crab would be up his alley, but she figured that eating live critters raw was probably not something anyone, even Link, would be too keen on trying if he didn’t have to.

“Get a bottle for me, will you? I want to take it back to the castle.”

As he shuffled in her bag for a glass bottle, Zelda carefully made her way back to him while avoiding its sharp clippers. They sat down across from one another, with Link holding out the bottle, and Zelda meticulously placing the ironshell crab into it. She sealed it with a pre-stabbed cork top. She wanted to enable some breathing air for her captured critters, since a live specimen was far more valuable to her than a dead one. She lowered her head to get a clearer view as the numerous experiments she was planning on conducting were already whirring around in her head.

“Let’s come back here with everyone else once we seal Ganon,” Link said, his voice quiet against the wind. Zelda raised her eyes from the glass bottle to his face, a bit taken aback from his declaration. He was looking down at her hunched form, staring at her. Even now, it was hard to tell what he was thinking sometimes, despite her best efforts to decipher his expressions.

“Once we seal Calamity Ganon,” she echoed back, agreeing with a nod. She leaned back, clearing her throat, but the uncomfortable lodge stuck in it did not disappear. And she knew exactly what it was.

Her fear, growing and evolving into something more twisted and deafening than it already was.

And it only grew larger when he tilted his head up at her and smiled—not those small smiles he usually gave her—but a smile that reached his eyes. She had never seen one of those before, and a selfish desire to keep that smile only to herself flourished alongside that fear.

“I think we should visit the Spring of Courage again before we head back to the castle. We still have two days left,” Zelda murmured, casting her attention back to the clear blue water.

“Are you sure?” Link asked, drawing his eyes in the same direction.

Zelda nodded, letting out a long, hard exhale.

They both stared out toward the sea, relishing in its peacefulness for one last time.

[elsa-the-snowbitch]

The obligatory Lloret Abifahrt headcanon Druck edition

Abdi does bodyshots off of Carlos,

Jonas gets into an arm wrestling match with turtleneck boy,

the sheer amount of drunken love confessions are wild,

people find out that David is a very clingy drunk because he keeps asking for his boyfriend even though he’s draped all over said boyfriend,

Leonie and Sara and Sam are all dancing together, also matteo keeps trying to get david to dance on the tables but david is not having it

Them all chilling in the sun on the beach, Carlos falls asleep and gets a terrible sunburn (David and Matteo learned to always keep sunscreen at hand after their trip)

Drunk karaoke wherein Jonas dedicates a song to Hanna (idk which one yet)

at least one time of Photoshop Markus being followed by wildlife enthusiast Matteo again

They all sleep in terrible rooms, Matteo and David could bully the others into giving them the biggest room,

If you don’t pay attention the mattress will scuttle away with you on it

abdi following a group into a bar and only realizes a few hours later that it's not their class but a totally different one not even germans

They’re all very friendly though and he just lets them tag along and wow David and that cool girl with the turquoise streaks seem to get along like a house on fire

Maybe abdi even finds a new crush and Carlos is damned to help him find her again (if you asked yourselves, yes, it’s Amira N)

Imagine abdi telling the boys about amira n and everyone is confused af until abdi mentions that it's not their amira he is talking about, Matteo will be like: "da Queen?" And Abdi will answer "yes", which will confuse them even more

Imagine Amira telling Cris about that hilarious and kinda dumb in a totally cute way boy and Cris slowly realizing that amira has a crush, She would nag amira for so long until she finally admits she does have a crush on abdi

Cris meets a boy with slightly tired but warm eyes at the beach who has a soft lilt to his voice and they bond over memes and the desire to bring their friends together

Eva Joana and Cris will come up with an elaborate scheme to get Abdi and Amira together/to meet again but in the end they manage on their own

Laura sitting at home having breakfast and listening to David's drunk voice messages he sent at like 4am and being close to crying because David finally has things to be excited about, dumb story's to tell about his friends and she can finally worry about David breaking a leg while drunkenly jumping over fences to go swimming in a hotel pool and not because of sad reasons

Amira would totally roll her eyes when Carlos and abdi Come up with the idea of going swimming in the middle of the night; "why don't you go into the pool of that fancy hotel next to us" she says ironically and is *pikachu meme* when everyone is excited about that idea

I can also see Carlos and Jonas discussing tattooing a k and h to show their girlfriends how much they love them, While David, Matteo and Mohammed try to explain it's maybe not the best idea to do this without asking them first

Matteo and David ream into the guys for the tattoo idea and when they go to the beach, they all see matteos back and the swallow, wings outstretched, shimmering in hues of blue, David has a simple tattoo, it’s almost unnoticeable: A small vial full of water on his pulse, the waves forming an M

Thank you @naslostcontrol, @gedankenspaziergang, @flirtyflorenzi and @dusuessekartoffel for your service

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[carmenlire]

I just had the best thought ever, prepare yourself. Malec human au where Alec's friends & family know he's dating some guy but only his bff Clary (Yes theyre gay besties) knows it's Magnus. Then, one day, they get engaged & Magnus posts an obligatory "he said yes!!" pic & tags Alec, Izzy follows Magnus on insta (maybe he has a following? maybe because of his job? maybe she just follows him because of mutual friends? maybe they're friends?? who knows) & sees the post & is like Alec,,,,, explain??

This was super fun, Julia, and I hope you like this!!!

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Alec answers a text message as he sits down, only to look up when Clary snorts.

“You’re so smitten,” she teases, taking a drink of her bubble tea.

“Shut up,” Alec huffs. He turns his phone so that the screen faces down as he gives his friend his total attention.

Clary had been a total pain in his ass at first when they’d met in college. Taking pottery as an elective to fulfill his fine art credit, Alec had gotten to class early enough to have his pick of seats. Of course, he’d taken an empty table only for a bright-haired whirlwind to come crashing into the seat next to him just before class started.

She’d introduced herself cheerily and while Alec knows his own expression had probably been closer to a pained grimace, Clary had been unfazed. As things would go, they were assigned partners for the semester and after four months Alec had a fervent desire to never even see a pottery wheel again and a reluctantly good friend.

Sighing as Clary just stares at him with an expectant look, Alec dryly wonders that he shouldn’t be surprised. In their early days, the two had bonded over talking about relationships. As luck would have it, Clary had ran into Isabelle during an art exhibition a few weeks after they’d met and Alec hasn’t known peace since.

“What, Fray.”

Alec’s tone isn’t what anyone would call welcoming but Clary doesn’t let that stop her as she perks up. She raises a brow, mouth upturned.

“When are you going to tell everyone? It’s been what, over a year?”

“Almost two,” Alec mutters and jerks away when Clary reaches over and slaps his shoulder.

“Alec,” she exclaims. “You’ve been dating Magnus for two years and you still haven’t told your family? How the hell have you managed that? Why would you want to do that? You know Izzy thinks you’re dating, like, a CIA agent or something, right? For God’s sake, you two live together.”

Wincing, Alec shrugs defensively. “Magnus is gone a lot for shooting. Do you know how hard it is to explain his absences without making him sound like a black ops spy?” Running a hand through his hair, he goes on to mutter, “It just sorta happened? Magnus wanted to keep things quiet for awhile to stay out of the press and then it just snowballed from there.”

“Surely you could trust Izzy and Jace, though.” Clary’s tone is incredulous and Alec doesn’t blame her. Whenever he stops to think about it, it does seem inordinately ridiculous that he’s been in a relationship without his siblings catching wind of the guy.

“I was exciting at first, you know that. Sneaking around, annoying Jace and Iz by refusing to say anything, especially since I know that Izzy’s halfway in love with him herself. But then it just got to the point where I didn’t know how to tell them. The timing never seemed right.”

Clary laughs softly. “What, tell them that their brother is dating Magnus Bane, two time Academy Award winner? Yeah, I’m sure that’d go over smoothly.”

“I can hear Izzy’s screams now,” Alec says grimly before sighing deeply. He flips his gaze up to meet Clary’s eyes. “I’m halfway surprised you haven’t told her.”

Sniffing delicately, Clary just offers, “I am capable of keeping secrets, you know. After we ran into Magnus that first time, when he called me that night and demanded pretty boy’s phone number, I didn’t know if anything would come out of it. Magnus is a pretty private kinda guy when he’s not working.” She snorts. “And then, like you said, things snowballed. You two started dating– and were dating for months before I even realized– and by then, I didn’t think it was my place. She’s your sister,” she accuses with a glare.

Alec just huffs out a breath, beleaguered. “Yeah, trust me, I know.”

Leaning over the table, Clary’s tone drops to something encouraging and a little beseeching. “All I‘m saying is that this will bite you in the ass if you don’t tell everyone.”

“Know something I don’t, Fray?” Alec asks with a raised brow before glaring at her when she does nothing but smile.

The conversation moves on swiftly from there. While the two of them regularly hang out, the schedules have been so busy lately that it feels like ages since they last stopped for coffee and chatted until the sun started drooping in the sky.

Still, as Alec enjoys a rare afternoon out of the courtroom, he can’t help but wonder what the hell Clary was being so cryptic about.

Alec wakes to the feel of lips against his spine. Smiling into his pillow, he relaxes deeper into the mattress as he feels Magnus trace invisible lines along his back with a wandering hand before chasing a string of kisses across his shoulders.

“Morning, babe,” he finally manages to get out, voice hoarse with residual sleep.

Pausing in his ministrations, Magnus leans over him further until Alec shivers at the breath against his ear.

“Good morning, fiance.” The words are immediately followed by a lingering kiss just under his hear that’s more of a nuzzle against warm skin.

Alec can’t stop the grin that lights up his face and he doesn’t try to as he shifts until he’s on his back with Magnus looming over him. The morning sunlight streams through their gauzy curtains and paints them both in burnished shades of gold.

“That does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Humming, Magnus nods emphatically. “Oh, darling, you have no idea. How are you feeling this morning?”

Alec’s voice is traitorously soft as he brings a hand up and combs it through Magnus’s wild bedhead. His boyfriend– fiance– looks ridiculous and perfect and like everything he’s ever dreamed of. “Like the luckiest man in the world,” he replies and he watches Magnus’s mouth tip up in a faint but glowing smile.

Leaning down, Magnus catches Alec’s lips in a kiss that’s warm if not heated. Time spins out for long minutes, the two of them enjoying each other and this perfectly ordinary– yet special all the same– morning.

It’s a couple of hours later, after they’ve finished breakfast, when Magnus gets that gleam in his eye that Alec would know anywhere.

Laughing a little, he asks, “What’s going on in that head of yours? You have something up your sleeve.”

Resting his chin in his hand, Magnus gazes across the table at him, eyes moving between the engagement ring on Alec’s hand up to his face. “Can I paint your nails?”

Surprised, Alec blinks. “Why,” he asks, bemused. “It’s been months since you painted my nails.”

“Well,” Magnus drawls out, reaching for Alec’s hand and tangling their fingers together. “That ring looks lovely on you, if I do say so myself– and I should know since I bought the damn thing– and what better way to set it off than with a little polish?”

Alec brings their joined hands up to his mouth, placing a quick kiss right below Magnus’s knuckles. “Yeah, okay then,” he agrees easily. “Did you have a color in mind?”

Grinning widely, Magnus just winks at him. “Oh, Alexander, how could you even ask me that.”

He’s just finishing the last nail’s clear topcoat when he looks up at Alec.

Alec, who’d been smiling as he watched his fiance work– Magnus was always so cute when he concentrated– shakes his head a little as he sees the faint line between Magnus’s brows deepen.

“Hey,” he says softly. “What’s up?”

Straightening from where he’d been leaning over Alec’s nails, Magnus frowns a little and looks uncertain. That’s an expression that rarely comes across his face and Alec studies him, a little worried.

“I was just thinking,” Magnus starts, “That if we’re getting married then we’ll probably have to come clean, don’t you think? Really, we probably should’ve made an announcement awhile ago but I do so enjoy having you all to myself.”

Magnus’s voice lowers on the last few words and Alec finds himself smiling even as heat sweeps up his spine.

Careful with his still tacky polish, Alec grabs Magnus’s chin, urging him closer for a soft kiss. “Whenever you want,” he agrees easily as he pulls back. “I respect your job and you not wanting us to become fodder for the media. I know I can handle things, though, if you think you’re ready.”

He rolls his eyes. “And I mean, come on. Everyone knows that Magnus Bane is off the market. They just don’t know who.”

“Fair enough.” Magnus laughs a little before he looks down and studies Alec’s hands, now painted with a dark blue polish with the faintest hint of shimmer.

Alec watches his love take a deep breath before his gaze flips back up and meets his. “So we’re doing this?”

“We’re doing this,” Alec repeats, voice firm. “How do you wanna play it?”

Magnus’s eyes go from his phone on the table to Alec’s hands– back and forth a few times and Alec can pinpoint the moment he gets an idea.

“I’ll have to invite Jace and Izzy to brunch tomorrow and tell them the good news,“ Alec says, picking up on Magnus’s train of thought. "I don’t want them hearing it from anyone else.”

“Whatever you say, darling,” Magnus agrees absently as he reaches for his phone and starts shifting Alec’s hand how he wants it. “I can meet you depending on the time. I do have that interview tomorrow afternoon in Midtown.”

Alec makes a faint noise of acknowledgement as he grins down at his ring, his stupidly perfect ring that Magnus had surprised him with last night.

It’s a bold move but right now, in this moment, Alec feels like he could shout his love from the rooftops. It’s unforgivable drivel but it’s true and he’s excited to finally proclaim Magnus as his and, by the looks of things, his forever.

“Okay, hermano, you told us to be at Taki’s bright and early. Here we are, I’ve eaten two plates of appetizers, and you have yet to tell us what’s so important that you dragged me from my Sunday morning ritual with Clary. Spill.”

Alec takes a bracing drink of his coffee as he looks between Izzy and Jace. Clary’s next to Isabelle trying valiantly to swallow her smile, though Alec sees the discreet thumbs up she throws his way.

He clears his throat. While one arm rests on the table as he fiddles with his coffee mug, the other hand is under the table and he tries to calm his nerves by playing with his ring, spinning it slowly to ease the vise that’s clamped down on his throat.

He’s not worried about his family’s reactions. They’ve heard him gush about his boyfriend enough to know that he’s a good man and that he makes Alec happy. Still, Magnus is famous and Alec’s kept this under wraps for a surprisingly long time.

Distantly, he has a moment to wonder that the timing just never fucking fits.

As he starts thinking about what to say– and yeah, he did practice but Alec’s never been good at remembering speeches when they’re not in front of a judge– he’s vaguely aware of Isabelle studying his nails. He catches the smile that spreads across her face before her expression turns thoughtful, her eyes narrowing.

Alec’s just opened his mouth when Isabelle speaks over him.

“Oh my God,” she exclaims, eyes widening but laser focused on his hands. “Oh my God, Alec.”

Her mouth is hanging open and Jace is staring at her like she’s lost her damned mind as Alec deflates and Clary stifles the giggles that he just knows she’s hiding behind her hand.

Isabelle stands up from the table abruptly, her chair scraping the floor loud in the cacophonous din of the morning crowd.

Pointing a sharp finger at him, Izzy demands, “Show me your other hand, Alec.”

Sighing, Alec obeys and climbs to his feet. He holds out his left hand in front of Izzy and watches as she gasps before immediately reaching for him, thumb brushing over his ring.

“I ought to kill you,” she mutters, sounding dazed. Her eyes are glued to his hand before she lifts her head with, what looks like, herculean effort. “Explain everything.”

Alec winces as he sits back down, playing with his ring blatantly now. His sister’s voice had been sugary sweet as she spoke through clenched teeth.

He swallows hard. Before he can say anything, though, Jace is talking.

“What the hell’s going on,” he asks, confused. “You got engaged– I’d have to be blind not to see that engagement ring– but why is Iz about to murder you and everyone you’ve ever cared about?”

“Because,” Isabelle grits out, "He’s engaged to Magnus fucking Bane, movie star and fashion icon.”

At that, Jace does a double take. “Wait– what.”

“Yeah, about that,” Alec says, clearing his throat. He looks at Izzy. “How did you know?”

“I saw your hands. They were familiar but it took me awhile to place where I’d seen that color lately. Wouldn’t you know, I saw it on Instagram yesterday. It was a post by Magnus of a hand with that color polish and a ring and the caption He said yes. It’s all anyone can talk about, the prospect of Magnus taking his relationship public. If only I knew that my brother’s boyfriend– who I thought was some sort of super top secret spy– was the man in question.”

Running a hand through his hair, Alec leans back in his seat, deflating. “I should’ve known you’d check Instagram before brunch.”

He doesn’t get to say anything else before there’s a whirlwind heading toward them. Magnus drops a quick kiss on top of Alec’s head before plopping down in the chair next to him. He’s grinning and Alec’s the only one who sees the nerves that are lighting him up from the inside.

Without thinking, he reaches over and takes Magnus’s hand, sweeping a thumb over his to steady his fiance. Magnus squeezes his hand, throwing him a look of thanks, before turning toward the table.

“Hello, I’m Magnus and I’m Alexander’s–”

“Fiance.” Isabelle says the word with Magnus and the table sits in stunned silence for a minute.

Jace is the first one to rally.

He holds out a hand for Magnus to shake before tilting his head in Alec’s direction. “We heard you proposed to Alec last night. Congratulations but I just have one question.” He pauses for a brief moment and the glint in his eye has Alec wanting to preemptively sink to the floor. “Are you sure you want to tie yourself forever to a guy that has the social life of a ninety year old great-grandmother?”

Alec doesn’t have time to take offence, to offer a sharp rebuttal, before Magnus is responding.

His fiance– the love of his life, the very beat of his heart– just winks at Jace, settling in his seat as he reaches for Alec’s coffee with his free hand.

“You know,” he starts, and Alec rolls his eyes at Magnus’s thoughtful, facetious tone. “I daresay the grandmother would be more lively than Alec– especially when he’s on a case. Have you ever played cards with him? He’d be kicked out of bridge club before he could be offered a hard candy.”

Jace barks out a laugh and it breaks the tension. Alec joins in even if it’s at his expense and feels relief that everything really will work out alright. He’ll have to answer a million and one questions from Izzy and he’s already bracing himself for Jace’s ribbing but as he introduces Magnus to his family and finally sees one of his most anticipated daydreams play out, Alec’s comfortable and happy and so full of joy that he barely knows what to do with himself.

Brunch is a splendid success and becomes a sort of tradition for the Lightwood siblings and their significant others. Isabelle forgives him after bleeding every single detail out of him and he breathes a quiet sigh of relief when her ire turns toward Clary.

Later that evening, when Alec sees a picture of him and Magnus splashed across the front of TMZ, he chuckles and thinks, This is it.

"Hey babe,” he calls out from where he’s laying in bed, scrolling aimlessly on his phone.

“Yes, darling?” Magnus’s voice echoes from the bathroom where he’s taking his makeup up and going through his night time routine.

“It looks like our secret’s out. People saw us walking today and know who I am.”

Stepping into the bedroom, Magnus studies Alec for a minute before smiling and coming over to his side of the bed. He looks down at him softly before combing a hand through his hair.

“Don’t you know, Alexander?” He winks. “The best news is when people think they’re pulling something over on someone.”

Humming a little, Alec looks back down at his phone. He takes a single breath, turning his head slightly to kiss Magnus’s wrist. “Out of the frying pan,” he murmurs.

Magnus’s voice is just as quiet– and just as confident– as he replies, “And into the fire.”

[yosua--0699]

(Yosua the Editor here :D)

Valentine’s Day evening. 

Gifts were exchanged en masse - some obligatory, some platonically, and others more romantically. Everyone on the base was having a good time, except for Minato, the 4th platoon leader of the Lycaon Squadron. He was pacing anxiously back and forth in the lobby, trying to muster the courage to give a gift to his squad leader, Reki Michihi.

“Dammit, I can’t seem to find an opportunity to give this to her,” he sighed wearily, his shoulders drooping. His hands were clutching a bag of homemade sweets, which he made based on Orienta recipes. A little while later, he sighed again.

“I can’t do it,” he muttered to himself hopelessly.

Minato stared at the bag’s little tag with the cute drawing Theo made. He hung his head, wondering what to do. Maybe I should just eat these myself, he pondered. Not a moment later, his squadmate burst through the door, panting heavily. 

“SHE’S ALONE - MICHIHI’S ALONE - IN THE CHANGING ROOM!” he gasped, clutching onto the door as he struggled to collect his breath.

Shocked, Minato asked, “Wait, what? How do you know she’s alone?”

His squadmate coughed discretely, a smug grin spreading across his face. “I’ve been watching the changing room with the others,” he laughed. “You ready?”

It’s now or never.

“Alright, get the boys outta there. I wanna do this alone,” Minato said firmly. His squadmate nodded and ran back through the door. Minato trailed slowly behind him.

As he walked down the halls and to the lockers, he took deep, composed breaths to muster up his inner strength. As he opened the door, he found Michihi standing in the middle of the changing room - right as she was changing from her jumpsuit and into her uniform.

“Ah, um, aren’t you in the wrong room?” Michihi asked, her face blank. She was completely oblivious to the bag clutched in Minato’s hand.

Minato would’ve replied, but he couldn’t. His eyes and focus were completely fixated on Michihi. Her small, slim frame. The drops of moisture shimmering against her smooth midriff. Her underwear, the same color as her eyes and hair. It was entrancing.

“Did you need something?” she asked, pulling Minato back to reality. Her head slightly tilted to the side, a somewhat quizzical expression spreading across her face.

Minato took a deep breath, and blurted, “I-I wanted to give you somethi-” 

He was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Before he could even think, Minato grabbed Michihi’s hand and hid in the nearest locker, wanting to hide from the crowd of unexpected guests entering the changing room. 

As he caught his breath, realization dawned on him. He looked down to see Michihi, her body pressed tightly against his, her shirt button completely undone. Minato desperately fought the overwhelming urge to scream.

“Don’t make a sound,” Michihi whispered in his ear. “If they hear us, we’re doomed.”

Despite the clamoring outside, the silence between them was deafening. Minato felt his heart pounding against his sternum as Michihi shuffled against him. The smell of her hair - the faint, subtle smell of lilies - made him feel somehow both enthralled and relaxed.

Michihi, who had unknowingly been embracing Minato the entire time, felt her own heart leaping into her throat.

Ba-dump... ba-dump... ba-dump...

It was as if the silence had been slowly replaced with the beat of their hearts - a perfect, in-sync melody that only they could hear - and feel.

Minato was the first to break the silence. “U-um,” he stammered. “The-these chocolates are for you.” He slowly offered the bag to Michihi, struggling to maneuver his arms within the cramped confines of the dark locker. 

The flower-shaped chocolates that had been in Minato’s warm hands for all this time had been slowly melting. Unbeknownst to Minato, they had turned into a dark, syrupy liquid that seeped in between his fingers and dripped down onto Michihi’s supple chest. Michihi shuddered as she felt the melted chocolate slowly travel down her breasts, and to her belly.

The sounds of distance footsteps told the pair that the girls had finished changing and were now leaving the changing room. When Minato could no longer hear a single sound, he immediately burst the locker open. The two clumsily stumbled out and fell onto the floor. Minato looked up, and saw Michihi straddled on top of him, her body covered in chocolate and her eyes locked with his.

“U-um,” Minato started nervously, “I’m sorry about the chocolate, I mean, I know you just took a bath and all...” His voice slowly trailed off as he tried to catch his breath.

Michihi brought her face slowly towards his. “It’s fine,” she replied softly. “Though, i-if you could help with cleaning me up. I’d hate for it to go to waste, you know?”

“Uh, s-sure!” Minato struggled his pockets. He could feel his body temperature rising by the second. He could practically feel his face turning red with excitement and embarrassment. 

As he reached for his handkerchief, Michihi’s hand caught his wrist. 

“Not with that,” she whispered. “Yo-your tongue.” Her face turned a bright crimson as the words left her mouth. 

Minato nearly collapsed from her request.

Michihi’s fingers slowly pulled her undone shirt, letting it fall from her shoulders. Her smooth belly - now completely exposed - 

(spicy)

[notpowder]

giggling i smoked so much and the world is spinning. god i miss shimmer. it made me feel so empty and perfect

[cataclizard]

I think it's becoming a thing where Andel just has a glittery, starry raincloud over his head at all times and it gives him a nice shimmer It's also been a whopping 4+ days I haven't drawn these babs and I said NO LONGER Obligatory tagging incoming :}c @alphahusk

[akashena-blog]

NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Reyes Vidal ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE: (obligatory lazy graphic)

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

Callsign “Anubis”: On the human colony of Cuervo, a large factory explosion set a large portion of the settlement in a raging fire. Though most managed to evacuate and the flames were eventually put out after two days, there was still a staggering death toll. Many families back on Earth and on other planets demanded their loved ones be returned to them for burial, and because Cuervo was too small a colony to be supplied with adequate spacecraft to meet the wishes of the deceased’s loved ones, other pilots were called in. Reyes had the un-glamorous job of delivering some of the bodies of the departed back to their families in his shuttle, the N-503. His fellow pilots stamped him with the name “Anubis,” then, for the fact that he “led them to the afterlife.” It was in poor taste, all in dark humor, but there was a certain sense to it. Reyes disliked the nickname, but as it goes, the more you hate it, the more it sticks. So the name stuck and became official.

Piloting abilities: Though a shuttle pilot, Reyes was an exceptionally skilled one. He delivered anything and everything from point A to B throughout the entire Milky Way, and though there were security checkpoints stationed throughout the system, space is too large a frontier to cover. Pilots went in with the mindset that they could be subject to pirates looking for easy scores. Reyes was no exception. Throughout his time, he learned how to outmaneuver most anyone, making those tight turns and fancy spins, and--whenever it was available--using his surroundings to his advantage. He also knew routes to best avoid.  Reyes had the talent of out-thinking most pirates, and his unpredictable flying style often threw them off guard. Add on the fact that he was no stranger to carrying fragile cargo (in secret, he smuggled alcohol on the side), how he was consistently able to deliver them intact proved he had skills. Still does.

THREE THINGS YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME:

Drinking: Goes without saying. Reyes loves kicking back with something strong at hand. Couple it with the thrumming, droning music of the Tartarus, and he’s very much at home. However, he is not an alcoholic.

Gambling: Reyes is a natural when it comes to gambling be it poker, mini-bac or whatever. He can read people’s faces and their body language, so calling someone’s bluff is a talent of his, and he’s sharp when it comes to keeping count. He’s also, as one can guess, gifted at playing other people and baiting them into doing what he wants them to do. Some people swear he’s a cheat and he’s gotten into a number of bar fights because of the unfounded accusation. He could probably give Gil a run for his money or even SAM. That said... he also knows how to cheat and get away with it.

Sightseeing: Reyes is a romantic at heart. Whenever he isn’t up to something and has some genuine free time, he likes to unwind taking in the sights. Sunsets, sunrises, the cloudless nights and shimmering stars. Before coming to Andromeda, when he was first starting as a pilot, he could probably have been found sitting on top of some cargo crate looking up to the canopy of stars above. You can’t beat the view when you’re in a small colony or soaring the abyss in the cockpit. At home or in a big city, the light pollution obscures it all, but out in space? You see it how it’s supposed to be.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES/LOVES:

Ryder

Keema

That sums it up. They’re the two people he’s opened up at least somewhat to, and considering his whole life is built on secrets on top of secrets, that’s a significant deal. Still, he is not exceptionally close to much anyone, and he will always have enough skeletons in the closet to fill a graveyard. 

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS: 

If romanced, then playing Ryder. 

Reyes isn’t one for many regrets. Even if he feels troubled or sorry about his actions in any way, ultimately, he decides it had to be done. In that regard, his regret may come off as empty. The feelings are real, however. 

A PHOBIA YOUR MUSE HAS:

Wouldn’t call it a phobia, and everyone has it, but a fear of rejection.

Again, I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but he does not want to be unimportant. 

Sorry for the cop-out on the people he likes and the regrets thing. I’ll come back to it later, maybe, when I can think big time. Still working through my grief over my dog.

Tagged by: @guidedbyheart (Thanks, Fig Newton!) Tagging: @synthmama, @galaxiiie, @threelimit, @roadsonward, @arielshepard, @mendacitor, @explorvtor, @crownviper, @bioticommando, @shvdowdrake, @equiincx

[thelilknight]

Ah! I'm finally on a computer to be able to do this. We'll see If this..actually..works. Thank ya @foeyauic!

 Coke or Pepsi: Coke. Though I do try to stay away from pop as of late.

Disney or DreamWorks: Both.

Coffee or Tea: ...Both. Like my coffee as bitter as I am.

Books or Movies: Books!

Windows or Mac: The obligatory PC Gamer answer is Windows..10 does piss me off sometimes but IT WAS FORCED ON ME.

DC or Marvel: I tend to lean more toward Marvel? But I do enjoy DC.

Xbox or PlayStation: PlayStation

Dragon Age or Mass Effect: ....I don't know. *sweats*

Night Owl or Early Riser: This one is one I'm stuck in the middle of.

Cards or Chess: Cards (Magic the Gathering has got me again.)

Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate!

Vans or Converse: I own more Converse

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: ???

Fluff or Angst: Okay but both???? Just depends on my mood and where they are in a story.

Beach or Forest: (Wrote Bleach at first..Ha.) Beach.

Dogs or Cats: Cats. I like dogs but I identify with cats more.

Clear Skies or Rain: Both. Currently I want CLEAR SKIES PLEASE.

Cooking or Eating out: Cooking.

Spicy food or mild food: I can do both.

Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas, partly because the other half and I got together the 22nd of December.   

Would you rather forever be a little cold or a little too hot: COLD. I hate. being. hot.

If you could have a superpower, what would it be: Oh shit..Okay. I would want to be able to be super fast?? Speedpaint would be taken to a whole new level

Animation or Live Action: Animation

Paragon or Renegade: ???

Baths or Showers: Showers because it's ALL I GOT. I enjoy baths when I can.

Team Cap or Team Ironman: Ahh...Cap because I agree with his stand point but I LOVE TONY SO SCREW THIS QUESTION.

Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Fantasy.

Do you have three or four favorite quotes: Ahh..This one is always hard for me. There are things that make me cry in shows and quotes but I don't remember them. I live by the lessons those quotes taught me. Believe it or not I have the Instincts speech partially memorized (used to be all of it) and that's taught me to trust my gut. It's usually the right answer most of the time, especially with people. Bones has taught me to stay true to myself even if it's hard, Voltron has taught me that just because it's difficult doesn't mean you shouldn't try. Yuri on Ice taught me so much on understand people..AHH just ah. The ONE QUOTE I DO HAVE ONE SAVED AND IT IS BY VINCENT VAN GOGH, I adore it. "Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well."

YouTube or Netflix: Both

Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter

When did you feel accomplished: I..Idk..It's been awhile honestly. I think when I got my first commission and finished it.

Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars.

Paperback books or Hardback books: Hardback.

Horror or Rom-Com: I like paranormal horror movies but I HAVE to be in the right mood. So, Rom-Com.

TV Shows or Movies: TV Shows

Favorite Animal: Cats!

Favorite Genre of Music: Oh god. I like literally everything that I don't like but I do swing more towards alternative.

Least Favorite book: HITCHHIKERS GUIDE TO THE GALAXY, HOLY SHIT.

Favorite Season: Fall c:

Sparkly or Shiny: Ahhhh..Shiny on Cosplays and Sparkly on my lids lol. (Been doing a Red to Orange to Yellow shimmer gradient lately on my eyes with some purple in the crease and omllll.)

Favorite character in a TV Series: DON'T.

Do you have/want any tattoos and if you do, what are they: I want to get "You are Art" in my Mom's handwriting on my wrist, a tattoo of a moon but the "Yin" side of Yin-Yang with my Best Friend. Maybe a Death Knight emblem in the future??? We'll see.

Thank you again! I tag @midnightrose77, @kimbycrows, and then whoever wants to do it cause I don't want anyone to feel obligated to do this

[ao3feed-nanago]

The Middle of June

by gucciasalways Nanami Kento signed up for a trip to Malaysia. He signed up for a beach with white sands and shimmering blue waters. He signed up for a job by the ocean every morning and a good book every evening by the fire. The contract for reality TV was an inconvenience, but it was one he could handle if it meant he could escape the monotony of his job. Nanami Kento did not sign up for a ban on sex and the irritating blue-eyed temptation determined to circumvent that. Nanami Kento did not sign up for Gojo Satoru. Words: 8941, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Ensemble Cast, Switch Gojo Satoru, Switch Nanami Kento, Dom/sub Undertones, Lots of Sex, like a lot of it, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Nanami Kento is So Done, Gojo Satoru Has a Big Dick, Eventual Romance, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Alternate Universe, Too Hot to Handleau, Obligatory OOC because Nanami would never join THTH, but i tried my best via https://ift.tt/b6PhQ91