#ruled by a divine couple

[mplanetleaf]

Founded by a god and ruled by a divine couple | పాండ్యుల వీరవనిత ‘తడైతగై...

[liesonthefloordramatically]

Obligatory roundup of tabletop characters I played this year:

Vyv (they/them), a cleric of The Twins in yumgeon (a homebrew Dungeon Meshi-inspired campaign)

Amber (she/her), The Old Soul in a game of Wickedness

Endurance Perez (she/her), a Teamster pilot in Mothership

Not pictured:

Poggs "The Slammer" Mulroney (they/them) in Doing the Job

(Links to icon makers: one, two, and three.)

[fuiru]

A 44 year old man goes to a K-Pop Concert

I promised you a report on the K-pop concert that I, a 44-year-old accountant, went to a couple of weeks ago with my wife and daughter in Toronto. So here it is.

The band we saw were Ateez. They're my daughter's favourite band and my wife's second favourite. I know most of my mutuals are similarly aged like me and may not be familiar with them so let me give you a brief primer on Ateez.

Imagine the most attractive eight men you can think of, just unfathomably beautiful specimens of aesthetic perfection, and make them sing songs that somehow combine the subjects of 'dancing like nobody is watching' with 'we live in a dystopian hellscape that we must all work together to overthrow'. Give them an ongoing music video story lore that literally nobody - not even the band themselves - understand, so that online discussion of their visual motifs looks more like the fevered rantings of a conspiracy theorist, complete with speculation about alternate realities and time being a Moebius strip. There is also a giant sand timer, for some reason.

That's Ateez. That's what you need to know.

Now, K-pop concerts are very different to the gigs I've been going to for the last 28 (!) years. There's no support act, for a start. Also the band perform for like, three hours, with breaks for costume changes and interpretive dance. Furthermore, hanging above everything is the constant looming threat of mandatory military service.

So this being my first such concert, I wasn't sure what to expect. What happened was difficult to explain, but I will try as I am already six paragraphs into this write-up and I'm too invested to stop now. Here goes:

In his Wicked + Divine comics series, Kieron Gillen places modern pop icons as deities, feeding upon and gaining strength from the worship of their fans at the altar of musical performance. I thought I understood that metaphor. I thought I understood it AS a metaphor. I was wrong, because that night Ateez WERE Gods with a capital G and we were their worshippers, a crowd emanating adoration (in the religious and non-religious senses), bestowing strength upon them and gaining their strength in return.

If that sounds weird, it probably is. But as pointed out above, I have lived over four decades and never yet experienced anything like the overwhelming passion of that crowd, the utter abandon with which they conveyed their love for the band.

"But Fuiru, what of the actual music?" you ask. Thinking back, there was a moment in one of their songs - I can't remember which - where I watched the stage, and the people around me, taking it in, and I thought, "Man, I just love Music". But that doesn't answer your question, sorry.

Ateez's music is bloody great. As a tiresome indie/rock/metal kid I'm resisting the urge to add the usual tiresome indie/rock/metal caveat of "...for pop music" because honestly that does it a disservice. They have some genuinely amazing songs. Halazia is an absolute fucking masterpiece that descends into furious hardcore breakbeat. Bouncy is a big, brash racket that somehow is also a perfect pop song. Utopia, Wonderland, and Guerrilla are similarly superb. The obligatory boy band slow number is represented by Dancing Like Butterfly Wings which will make you cry because you will forever associate it with your twelve year old daughter being pointed to and waved at by her favourite Ateez member (Seonghwa) because of her Seonghwa-branded lightstick.

That might just be me, though.

So in summary: being a 44 year old dad at his first K-pop concert rules and you should endeavour to partake in the experience if the opportunity arises.

Finally, for any Atiny reading this: my bias would be San or Seonghwa but my wife and daughter said they were taken so it’s Mingi. My concert outfit (designed and created by my offspring) reflects this.

[dailynnt]

FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE

⊹ Summary: Jungkook and you, his childhood friend, live together in an apartment, sharing space as roommates. Your relationship, built on years of friendship, is gradually becoming strained by growing sexual tension. You decide to become friends with benefits, trying not to complicate your feelings. But Jungkook's world is not so simple. When you begin to realize that he is hiding something, you open the veil of his double life - a world of mafia, criminal activity, and risk that could ruin not only your deal, but everything you valued in each other.

⊹ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

⊹ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

⊹ 🔞 Age restrictions: 18+

⊹ 👩����‍❤️‍👨🏻 Relationships: ⚤

⊹ Number of part: 19/?

⊹ Words: 117,382

⊹ 🖇️ Tags: best friends, friends with benefits, slow longing, sexual tension, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, drunken sex, inexperienced main character, mafia au, illegal trade, deaths of minor characters, weapons, swear words.

⊹ 🫂Dedication: For you, my love @myjungkookthighs. You are my favorite person 😘🥰 You know that I appreciate you so much and love you🥰💜

⊹ ⚠️ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

⊹ 📋Tag list: @myjungkookthighs, @notsevenwithyou, @nikkinikj, @lovelyyylunaa222, @jiminiemanura, @jalexad, @kelsyx33, @bhonbhon, @unholyforjk (If anyone wants to be in my tag list let me know)

≣ Chapter Index ↓

⌖ Part 1. These fucking rules.

⌖ Part 2. In theory.

⌖ Part 3. The most real type.

⌖ Part 4. Taste of divine.

⌖ Part 5. Someone from the past.

⌖ Part 6. A school friend and an offer that's hard to refuse.

⌖ Part 7. A good student.

⌖ Part 8. That man driving the Mercedes.

⌖ Part 9. Knows what no one else knowing.

⌖ Part 10. Mine.

⌖ Part 11. Not your girlfriend. Not your boyfriend.

⌖ Part 12. Christmas trip to Niseko.

⌖ Part 13. Between despair and desire.

⌖ Part 14. A gift for Christmas.

⌖ Part 15. Who are you, Jungkook?

⌖ Part 16. Read my love.

⌖ Part 17. The flame of sympathy.

⌖ Part 18. Dangerous.

⌖ Part 19. Kidnapped under the glow of fireworks.

[astrobydalia]

Astro knowledge pt. 2

work by astrobydalia

Cancer rules hotels, motels, etc. Hotels are all about hospitality, making people feel welcomed, comfortable, provide for basic needs like a bed, food, etc. Of course this will differ based on quality and the kind of place but in general places designated to provide shelter and a place to stay are ruled by Cancer

When I learned this it made a lot of sense cause my mom has Groom in Cancer and 7th house ruler in the 4th house and she met her fs at a hotel. I know a couple who has Cancer ASC in their composite chart and they met at a hotel

Jupiter is a very unpredictable planet and a negative manifestation of it is that it can make things grow uncontrollably without reliable results. Jupiter can give blessings yes but it does not guarantee success. Those blessings are just opportunities but it's up to you what to do with them.

Astrologically, the key to success is Saturn. That's why success is so hard to obtain and it's a symbol of status or accomplishment. And yes this applies to whatever it is you consider success. Saturn is not about obtaining success in itself, it's about growth, the way we feel accomplished and successful as humans is when we feel like we've grown and flourished overtime. That's why it doesn't matter what your definition of success is, in order to get it you need to mature and go through sacrifices and lessons related to your Saturn placement.

MC/10th house = what success means to you Saturn = also related to what success means to you, but it can specifically tell you how to get it

Moon is related to wealth that's why it is exalted in Taurus!

Moon in a man's chart indicates his wife because Moon symbolizes the divine feminine. Venus is important too but ultimately a man will commit to a woman that satisfies his Moon energy. That's why it is often said that men marry someone like their moms or the way a man treats his mom is how he's gonna treat his wife

5th house rules your creative endeavors and the 11th house rules your public/clients/fanbase/etc. That's also why 11th house is related to money you make in your career (2nd from 10th). If you wanna have your own business you gotta look at both the 5th and 11th houses

Something I don't see people mention much (maybe because its obvious) is that Libra energy makes things to be balanced in itself because Libra is all about avoiding any extremes. Libra makes this to be on the "elevated" or positive side but always keeping it moderate. For example, if you have Libra ruling your money houses your income could be averagely decent, like you could make good money (cause, Venus) but you're not insanely rich either or it does not appear that you are (cause Libra also rule appearances).

Aquarius rules heavy cold winds (you know like those very heavy and erratic winds), that’s why it also rules over airports and planes. I've also seen astrologers say that back in the day, Aquarius used to rule over sailing of bigger boats which also needed heavier winds in order to move

We all know Leo rules inner child. One thing about children is that when you're a kid you kinda don't have a concept of others being their own person and having completely different lives (that's something Aquarius brings awareness to, that's why its the humanitarian), but rather kids tend to assume everyone lives the same way as they do. That's what happens with Leo astrologically, they tend to not understand or fathom or be interested in things that go beyond them or their experience. Their own perspective of life is their whole world and what they will project on everything much like the Sun project its own light into the world. In the case of very unhealthy Leo energy this can go as far as actively minimizing other's experiences and perspectives. When Leo does try to understand others, they have a tendency to circle it back to something they can relate to or is relevant to them or they can understand

There's also another side of Leo that rules teenage years since that’s the period of our lives where we are finding our identity/expression and also where we start to become more interested in romance and sex

In composite, the ASC is how the relationship started and how it generally comes across as but the 7th house is the dynamic the two people have between them, how they actually interact with each other

Both Aquarius and Pisces are the last two of the zodiac wheel and both relate to themes of evolving as human and elevating spiritually but because of this, these signs are the hardest to develop healthily and many people fail to do so. That's why you see many Aquarius and Pisces placements with a god complex or huge entitlement cause both share this sentiment of feeling 'different', more elevated or special than everyone else

Venus finds fall in Virgo bc Venus is a sex goddess, she rules abundance, sensuality, pleasure and indulgence. Virgo on the other hand is the virgin, she's minimalistic, cerebral and modest, she’s too much of a “prude” for Venus.

Since Pisces is the most empathetic sign, its opposite Virgo is one of the most unkind signs unfortunately. Pisces wants to find the beauty in all things and people (Venus exaltation) while Virgo wants to find the flaws and everything that is wrong and needs to be improved or fixed. Pisces is about accepting the "soul" of things while Virgo is attached to an idea of how things should be. That's also why Venus finds falls in Virgo because Venus is related to kindness (this does not mean Virgo Venus people are inherently unkind, this can manifest in any unhealthy virgo placement, it's just an astrological explanation)

Domicile/exaltation is not always positive. When a sign exalts a planet it means that it can enhance both its positive AND negative qualities. That's why exalted mars can manifest as toxic masculinity or why exalted Venus can manifest as textbook enabling behaviour. On the flip side, planets are its fall/debilitation are challenging placements because the positive qualities of the planet are weakened but at the same time its negative qualities can be neutralized. For example, Mercury debilitated can be less prone to pointless rambles and have a more focused intellectual approach, debilitated Venus can be less compliant, etc

The energy that rules horror astrologically is Pisces/12th house/Neptune, we usually associate it just with dreams and idolization but it actually has a creepy and twisted side to it. Neptune is all about blurring the boundaries of reality including what we judge to be good or bad (Virgo). It rules over dreams AND nightmares. Not only that but Neptune energy does not understand the difference between a dream and a nightmare. This characteristic can range from blindness to red flags all the way to having rather morbid fascinations.

Following the above, the association of 12th house with nightmares is also explained by Saturn finding its joy is this house (the so called 'bad spirit', the never-ending burdens that come to haunt you). However, as I explained earlier in the post, Saturn is the key to success so this means Saturn is the key to help you achieve your dreams (12th house)

Pisces/Neptune energy rules spirituality but at its lowest it can also be the most superficial and vain sign (again, the negative side of Venus exaltation) because Pisces also rules illusions and idolization. It can focus so much on portraying an ideal image that it does not dive deep within, wants to escape reality and live a fake ideal

In terms of performance, Leo is theoretically better at sex than Scorpio

How to read the chart of a Nation + some observations

Sun signifies the characteristic of the rulers and it also symbolizes what that country is all about if that makes sense. For example USA is Cancer Sun and they've always been known for they patriotism and how they're very attached to their past as a nation.

Moon represents the people (civilians, population, the society). The energy you will likely experience by actually spending enough time there and start integrating yourself with the people. For example New York has Aries Moon and a relative of mine who used to live there once told me jokingly "with all the hustle and normalized criminality sometimes it feels like a war zone here"

Ascendant is the general national identity they present, the first thing that comes to mind when you think about that place. I've also noticed the stereotypes of a nation a lot of times relate to its ASC. For example Canada (Toronto) is Libra ASC and they’re known for being polite and nice to everyone. Japan (Tokyo) has Virgo ASC and their known for being super diligent and clean (think Marie Kondo). USA (nation) is Sagittarius ASC and they’re known for being loud, entitled, optimistic, multicultural, a massive country, cowboys and country music, etc.

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[aphroditelovesu]

Can you write a poly Yandere Percy x reader x Yandere Annabeth, thanks!

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I made one of these, but it was based on the Reader being the daughter of Aphrodite, this time it's more general. Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 🧡💙

❝tw: possessive and obsessive behavior, polyamorous relationships, unhealthy relationships, mention of death and murder.

❝🦉pairing: yandere!percy jackson x gn!reader x yandere!annabeth chase.

You had recently arrived at Camp Half-Blood. You had gone a little later than the other campers but you didn't mind. You were quickly claimed by your divine parent, moved into your Cabin, and continued to live normally at the camp. Training, learning and training.

That is until you caught the attention of Percy and Annabeth. You already knew them, heard about them but never actually talked to them. Not because you didn't want to, but because you lacked the opportunity. Again, you were more concerned with gaining glory and living your life as a demigod. Too focused on yourself to notice the couple's attention on you.

They had seen you and were interested. Percy was the one who approached first, always hospitable and kind, answering any questions you might have about the camp or training. So welcoming, he assured you that everyone would be kind to you and treat you well. True to his word, you were well received.

Annabeth watched from a distance, always hidden by her cap. She was more discreet than her boyfriend, kindly offering advice you might need, like how to handle something or even help with studying. She is more than happy to teach you everything she can.

It didn't take long for them to become obsessed with you. At first, they were worried that it might affect their relationship, but that was quickly ruled out. Percy and Annabeth knew that you wouldn't be a hindrance but rather an addition.

They spent so much time by your side that you couldn't help but fall in love with them both. It wasn't what you intended, nor what you thought you would believe when you came to Camp Half-Blood, but you can't help it. They were so kind to you and protective. You were in love.

Annabeth was the one who noticed your feelings first. Always very perceptive, she didn't take long to notice. The way you seemed to be shy around them, how you blushed slightly when one of them complimented you. Really, you were adorable.

Percy only found out after Annabeth told him and he was ecstatic. They both were. You could become theirs. So, that's how they confessed to you. During one of the full moons of the camp, you were called by them to the clearing and there, where only the three of you were the witnesses, they confessed what they felt. That they were in love, that they loved you and wanted you. You, of course as passionate as they were, accepted.

The relationship worked, despite your reservations. You never thought you would be part of a throuple, but you couldn't deny that you were loving it. Percy and Annabeth were so perfect for you, so warm and passionate that you melted with every touch. You were so in love that you didn't notice the signs of their obsession.

Annabeth is extremely possessive and controlling of you. She's always warning you to stay away from the other campers and just stay with her and Percy. She hated when someone approached you and when they did, she threatened them and if the threat didn't work then Percy would deal with it.

She hates it when people touch what belongs to her and you were hers. Annabeth won't let anyone take you away from her. She is a proud daughter of Athena, there is no way in hell she would accept losing.

Percy was always very overprotective of you and Annabeth, but especially of you. Because you were new at the camp, it was his duty to protect you from all dangers. He hates it when you go on quests, as he can be dangerous and will beg to accompany you. He's quite clingy too and is almost always clinging to you.

He's more than willing to deal with the other campers for you. Be it accidents like knocking someone over with a wave to even accompanying them on quests and "accidentally letting a monster kill them." He's not against threats either.

Percy and Annabeth adore you immensely, they love spoiling and taking care of you. Annabeth loves it when you lay on her lap and listen to her read a book to you and Percy loves playing in the water with you.

Both are ruthless when you are in danger. They will kill, maim and disembowel anyone, anything that dares to lay a finger on you. It's moments like these that make them question whether you should be there. It doesn't matter if you are a child of Ares, for example, this is not your fight.

They divide you and there is no jealousy between them, considering how much they trust each other. But they enjoy having their one-on-one time with you as well as together. It helps to strengthen the bond with you. They love you so much, there is nothing they wouldn't do for you.

You were too involved in the relationship, in the manipulation, to notice the signs of what was happening around you. The deaths, the disappearances... They all seemed unimportant when you were with them. You belonged to them and they will never let you go.

[sftykth]

milk and cookies ⟢ anakin skywalker i.

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╭ summary: your doll like face will be the end of anakin skywalker he was sure of it. however he must stay away from his disturbing thoughts as he was only your sugar daddy, and you two had agreed on a deal, no physical contact. Though for how long can you both resist the temptation?

╭ pairing: y/n x anakin skywalker

╭ genre: college au!, gap age (y/n is 20, anakin is 42), sugar daddy

╭ a/n: hi everyone! i couldn’t help but make another story as the idea sprung into my head. i would love to hear your feedback on it!:)

Today seemed like God was not on your side.

From the moment you had woken to your alarm not going off, to the precious sweat you had to break for chasing a taxi to meet him. You will admit you might have slept through the alarm this morning but that can't be entirely your fault. Your curious little mind just had to stay up and do research more of the stranger that you will be seeing for the first time today.

Anakin Skywalker. The name that drove you crazy for the past two weeks straight. A very well known man in Coruscant, the front leading man for ruling the state. To say you were quite intimidated by him would be an understatement, however you tried to ease yourself by reminding your little head that he agreed to this.

When you created an account for a sugar daddy website, seeing the man who was known for being cold and ruthless was the last person you expected. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you should add him. Handsome wasn't enough to describe this man, he was absolutely divine. The blue piercing eyes had made your breath hitch, you had been aware of his overwhelming looks but seeing it up close still made your knees weak. The sunken smile lines revealed his age and instead of making you feel turned off, it inflamed something deep within you. Creating an account was purely for financial gain, as a broke college student you had listened to your friend and pushed yourself to try it out.

As you sit in the taxi on the way to the little cafe you both had agreed to meet, just on the outskirts of the city. Away from the prying eyes. You reminisce on the first messages you two had exchanged, past you not believing that the day will come were you will meet this man.

April, 2024.

[Sky] Hi.

[Dollface] hey! what's up?!

[Sky] You added me?

[Dollface] um well yea but just a polite thing to say yk..

[Sky] I see. I don't think I have you seen on here before.

[Dollface] come here often huh;)

[Sky] Funny.

[Dollface] sorry. yeah im new here. hoping not to run into no creeps haha

[Sky] Well, one thing I can promise is that I'm not a creep. So dollface, why are you here?

At the moment you were scared by his harsh tone but you grew to embrace it and it only made you tease him harder. Even his texting style made you think about how much older he was, nearly twice your age. Somehow it just didn't concern you that much, you knew that getting into something like this will most likely mean that the men on the website will be much older. You only ever had one boyfriend in your twenty ears, and that was when you were sixteen and he was around the same age. You shook your head at the thought, this man is not going to become your boyfriend. This is a pure transactional relationship, something he made to stress.

Him being a known figure had its advantages to that you were able to get every detail of his life, from a young age he was put into the world of leadership and wealth. Age eighteen he had already won the elections and was announced as the youngest ruler of the state. Married at twenty one to the daughter of the ruler of Naboo, Mr Amidala and having twins just at the pure age of twenty three. You shuddered at the though of having to raise children so young. Though an unexpected divorce at the age of thirty had made you raise your eyebrows, even though you knew of the power couple you were never really into politics, the topic being all too confusing for someone like you. Leaving twelve years of being single, you wondered what caused him to join such website, he didn't reveal much through messages.

"Miss, we are here." You heard the driver speak up, you shook out of your thoughts and thanked him before handing some cash and leaving the car.

You shivered at the cold breeze that swept by you, you tugged your little pink skirt further down. Hoping that warmer days are coming, you hated the cold. Finally, the realization that you will be meeting this man that you have been messaging hit you like a ton of bricks. You gulped, as you peered at the cafe in front of you. Without another thought you rushed through the doors, feeling bad you that you must of have left him waiting. From the research you had done you knew he was a punctual man, always the first one ready for every event.

Scanning the area around you before you spotted the tall figure sat right at the back booth. You didn't even realize he was already staring you down like you had murdered his whole family, speed walking to the table.

"I'm so sorry Mr Skywalker, I slept through my alarm this morning and I didn't realize how long the ride will take." you rambled on, cheeks turning red being under his intense stare.

He hummed and pointed to the seat in front of him, not saying a word yet. Your hands shook slightly at the silence he was giving you, taking the seat he was pointing. Expecting the cold shoulder but still slightly hoping that the messages you had exchanged had encouraged some form of lightheartedness.

"Twenty minutes. That is how long I have been waiting for you. I must say I'm very displeased by this." Were his first words to me, oh that sweet honey voice rolling smoothly of his tongue. You took every word in carefully, gazing up at him you tried not to get too distracted by his good looks.

"I'm sorry... I will do better next time. I promise Mr Skywalker." you mumbled, biting your lip as sudden shyness took over your body.

"Not so bold now are, dollface? I must say the nickname does match the face." he added as he toyed with the coffee cup in his hand. The compliment had made you blush harder, not being able to look into his eyes no more as you shook your head carefully. The way he said the nickname had made your thighs clench together beneath the table, hoping he didn't notice the action. He did.

You were unsure how to reply, not really expecting for him to be so forward, before you could say anything he begins with a "So, are you ready to go through the rules?"

This made you look up. Rules? He was really an organised man afterall. "Yes." You replied, unsure what possible rules he will be giving you but still ready to hear what he wants from you. The intention of why you were on the website in the first place was known to him but you were yet to learn what he wanted from you. He said he would only discuss it in person which encouraged the meeting in the first place.

"Okay good. So as you know already my job requires of me to attend to many different events. Not just around our state but to others as well." He carefully listed, his eyes never leaving yours. Though you were taking every word in carefully, knowing you couldn't afford to anger him. Being late already set you back in your eyes, so you had to try harder to impress him. You scoffed inside, you didn't have to impress him, this is not a date. You had to remind yourself once again.

"My uncle, well he is a very persistent man and as much as I try to push his talks away it seems impossible. He wants me to marry again. This is something I cannot do, but to push those frustrating talks away I thought you could be an actual help here." Furrowing your eyebrows, you added puzzled, "You want to marry me?"

He scoffed at the words. For some reason that made your insides feel weird. You shook your head, this is not a date. You kept repeating in your head. "No, of course not. I meant that you could play a pretend girlfriend or some sort. Only for a while, until he backs off and I can finish off my tasks without having to hear his talks." He answered, taking a sip of his coffee. You licked your lips in response, you felt crazy for finding any action of his so sexy. You had to control yourself.

"I see. So what would be rules I would need to follow?" You asked, still unsure about this whole thing but deep within you knew you wanted to keep seeing this man. Something about him made you question your morals, wanting to do absolutely anything to please him. Once again you had to shake your head at such disturbing thoughts appearing in your head.

"Well firstly, you will and must attend every event that I have scheduled. No matter last minute or not, those events are super important for me and my job. And that way the media will be able to spread the word of their leader in a relationship and my uncle can finally back off. There will be no physical contact between us besides a typical hand hold, and only for such contact to made will be at those events. And for your attendance you will be payed as discussed prior of course." This seemed so easy for him as he spoke, always so professional.

You had to take all the information in, this was such an unusual situation. When your friend said to join the website you were expecting you will have to get some form of sexual interaction but this, this was so different. You can't lie, it was really an amazing deal. Though you cannot lie that the last rule made you slightly disappointing, you didn't know how you will control yourself next to this man and not be able to touch him.

"Deal" You squealed, throat dry from not speaking up for a while. Embarrassment took over you, hoping you didn't draw too much attention to yourself. You saw a slight smirk appear on his handsome face, "That's good, I'm glad." You still couldn't look into his eyes for long before staring at the table, playing with the hems at the end of your skirt.

"It was nice meeting you, dollface. I hope that our next meeting will be with you on time." The comment made your head shot up, face flushed as your doe like eyes stared up him, you saw his adams apple wobble as he swallowed, adjusting his tie he stood up, ready to leave.

"Oh and nice shirt, dollface." Were his last words as he turned away and walked out the doors. Leaving you speechless and embarrassed, you looked down at the shirt and saw you had forgotten in your late process to put a bra on, your white shirt clearly highlighting the hardened nipples from the earlier cold you felt.

You cursed yourself, this is going to be the hardest thing you will have to do. You were sure of it.

— i would love to hear your feedback on it:) and let me know if you like another part to it.

[voxslays]

Apple of My Eye

Featuring >>> Lucifer x Reader; In which, an attempt to kill baby Charlie goes south. Resulting in a soporific curse placed upon the reader.

Part Two Part Three

Unfortunate. That’s what it was. It had only been a couple thousand years since both you and Lucifer were cast down from heaven into the abyss of darkness you now called home. It had taken at least a hundred years to get used to your surroundings—the new plants, animals, and completely different species (Imps and Hellhounds)—and of course the six other deadly sins. Satan and Mammon seemed to immediately dislike the two of you, despite the fact that they never could have existed without you. However, you and Bee got along well—sharing a love for food. And despite your unfortunate circumstances, you adapted rather quickly for hell’s standard, Lucifer starting to build his kingdom and family.

You had only tied the knot around fifty years ago (which is like 2ish years for immortal beings), deciding that you wanted to spend the rest of eternity together. Hell was no longer and endless nightmare pit—it was thriving—much to the dismay of the angels above you. And recently, a few humans (which were now called sinners) had fallen into your lands. Soon, there were a few hundred of them, along with the couple hundred thousand Imps and Hellhounds that lived there too.

Heaven was not pleased. They were already coming up with plans on how to stop you and Lucifer from ever growing stronger than them. When the announcement of a royal baby on the way, Lucifer was sent a letter by his twin brother Micheal. The letter was a warning. Yet, you and Lucifer carelessly discarded it. A mistake neither of you would realize until it was too late.

The day Charlie was born was the best day of your lives. She was a beautiful baby girl, who looked exactly like her father. Yellow eyes with red pupils, pale white skin, rosy red cheeks, and of course, the signature blonde Morningstar curls. You were so happy. Unfortunately, that happiness wouldn’t last long. Within minutes of Charlie’s birth, the seraphim, Sera, arrived at the palace.

The seraphim, led by Micheal himself, stormed into the palace, their golden wings glinting menacingly under the dim hellish light. Micheal's eyes landed on the newborn Charlie, wrapped in a blanket in your arms. “We couldn't allow this to happen," Micheal said coldly, his angelic face contorting with disgust. "The antichrist, born in Hell, under the rule of the fallen Morningstar…" Great, he was being cryptic as usual.

Lucifer gently lets go of your hand and steps forward. “Micheal, please.” Micheal raises his angelic sword, blocking Lucifer's path. "You've broken nearly every heavenly law, brother. Your actions have consequences." The other seraphim fan out, surrounding your family. Yet, Lucifer refuses to back down. “I refuse to give you my daughter.” He says, his red horns quickly growing out of his head as he enters his demon form. All you can do is watch in horror as you hug your new daughter closer.

Micheal's expression hardens. "Lucifer, you leave us no choice." He signals to the other seraphim. In response, they draw their swords, their golden wings spreading out menacingly as they surround your bed. Suddenly, Micheal blasts some kind of curse—you can’t tell what kind—aimed directly at Charlie. You weren’t going to let this angelic bastard hurt your only daughter, so you did the only thing you could think of. You close your eyes as you turn and shield the infant with your body.

Your scream echoes through the Morningstar palace as the divine curse strikes you instead. “NO!” Lucifer screams, running to your unconscious body. Micheal watches, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Consider this a warning…" He says, before creating a portal and stepping back into the pearly gates of heaven. Lucifer takes Charlie in one arm and gently tries to shake you awake, but it’s no use. You won’t wake.

A couple of hours later, you open your eyes to a crying Lucifer, covering his face, and a sleeping Charlie in his lap. “Luci..?” You groan, grabbing your now aching forehead. "You're awake," Lucifer says, relief filling his voice, but his face is still contorted with anger and unshed tears. "You took the curse for Charlie…" He trails off, his voice breaking as he realizes the gravity of the situation. “How could I not?”

Lucifer pauses for a moment. Whether he likes it or not, he would’ve done the same thing, you both know it. "You could’ve died." Your husband mutters, sniffling as he wipes his face. “We could’ve lost you.” He carefully checks your arms, your neck, trying to find where the curse hit you. “I’m sorry.” You gently wipe his tears with your thumb. He nuzzles against your hand, setting Charlie down in her cradle. "Damn it, why did you have to be so selfless?" He sniffles, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "Micheal’s curse…" Lucifer swallows hard. “Do you feel different?”

“Just tired.” You yawn. His expression softens with worry, though there's still a hint of anger in his voice "Don't fall back asleep yet, ducky.” He gives you a sweet smile. “I’ll call the Royal doctors to examine you properly. That curse…it's divine magic. It could have lasting effects." You yawn again. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You gently squeeze his hand as you drift off again. "No, no more sleeping." His voice carries an urgent edge as he gently shakes your shoulders "Please, my love…" Charlie stirs in her cradle, sensing the tension. "Look at me…stay awake…" But you don’t. You drift off into your dreams, leaving a very worried Lucifer behind.

[borninwinter81]

William Blake - an introduction for Good Omens fans

I have sent @neil-gaiman an ask regarding his feelings toward the poet/artist William Blake a couple of times, but no doubt due to the size of the poor man's inbox I haven't received a response. So I did a Google search to see if he's spoken about Blake before, and it did indeed come up with a fair few hits. I think you might enjoy seeing this Twitter post if you haven't already, the painting is from William Blake's illustrations to Paradise Lost.

It's not surprising that an author like Neil Gaiman might have an interest in Blake. A visionary from a young age, his imagination was such that he was surrounded by angels made visible in his mind's eye, and he interpreted these visions through poetry, painting and engraving, and self-printed and published many of his own works. This gave him complete freedom to say exactly what he wanted.

Though he had a passionate faith in God, he also had a deep distrust of the church as an institution, and disliked the use of religion as a means of control. This poem from "Songs of Experience" perhaps summarises his feelings best:

"I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore. 

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be:

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars, my joys & desires."

In his poetry there is often an incongruity with the generally accepted religious ideas of what is good and evil, Angel and Demon. In The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (there's a title that should make any GO fan sit up and pay attention) he tells us that "in the book of Job, Milton's Messiah is called Satan", signifying that he feels it is Lucifer/the devil who is the true Messiah of Paradise Lost.

He gives us The Voice of the Devil and Proverbs of Hell, and has Angels being transformed into Demons through enlightenment. He tells us that Jesus broke all of the 10 commandments, yet was still virtuous because he acted according to his own morality rather than rules.

The god-figure of his later works, Urizen, generally comes across as malevolent, seeking to bind and control, whilst Los, the Satan/Messiah figure represents freedom, imagination and creativity.

"Restraining desire" and acting contrary to your own nature seem to be the only real evils for Blake.

He expressed his faith through a love of the world and the beauty in it, summed up in this quote:

"When the Sun rises do you not see a round Disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea? O no no I see an innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty".

He saw "God" in everything, in all the wonders we have around us, and considered writers/poets and religious prophets as essentially the same, since they both have a connection to the divine, and express it through stories.

It's quite ironic that probably his most famous poem, Jerusalem (the one that starts "and did those feet in ancient times walk upon England's mountains green"), was made into a very popular church hymn, yet it is supposed to be satirical in nature. The poem recounts the myth that Jesus may have visited England in his boyhood, and Blake is expressing his disbelief at that notion and the unworthiness of England.

Did I have a point to all this? Mostly to show my hand as a massive Blake nerd, but also to hopefully demonstrate that there's a lot of common ground between his ideas and those expressed in a show/book like Good Omens, and hopefully to inspire some of you who may not be familiar with Blake to seek him out. In particular I'd recommend The Marriage of Heaven and Hell to any and all.

EDIT: I should have thought to include this, here's Michael Sheen reading a Blake poem. I have the CD this is from, he reads several by Blake, as well as other poets I love ❤️ 😍

[theoi-crow]

The humans in Greek Mythology are the mega rich and powerful:

In my college classes people are often shocked when I tell them my favorite part of Greek mythology is the gods themselves and I'm not a big fan of the humans.

99% of my classmates prefer the humans in mythos, especially the ones that stick it to the gods like Sisyphus and feel bad for humans like Kassandra and Helen who have been wronged by the gods because "they're just like us." My classmates and teachers hate the gods and don't understand why anyone in modern times would want to worship such violent and selfish beings whenever I point out there are still people who worship them. They hold onto the idea that people in mythology embody the human experience of being oppressed by terrible gods and fate and we should feel bad for them because "they're human just like us" but they forget that the people in Greek Mythology are NOT just like us. They are more relatable to medieval royalty, colonizers and ultra rich politicians who make laws and decisions on wars and the fates of others, especially the poor and the very vulnerable.

Every hero or important human in Greek Mythology is either some form of royalty or mega rich politician/priest-priestess (of course this is with the exception of people who are explicitly stated to be poor like the old married couple in the myth where Zeus and Hermes pretend to be panhandlers). All of them have an ancient Greek lifestyle more relatable to Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump, and especially to British royalty during the British empire, than the average person.

All of them.

Odysseus, Patroclus, Theseus, Helen of Troy, Kassandra, Diomedes, Agamemnon, Perseus, Hercules, Aeneas, Paris, Any human who has a divine parent or is related to one, etc. Although sometimes the story omits it, it is heavily implied that these are people who own hundreds or even thousands of slaves, very poor farmers and the tiny barely there working class as royal subjects.

They are the ones who make laws and whose decisions massively affect the fates of so many people. So no, they can't just be forgiven for some little whim, because that little whim affects the literal lives of everyone under their rule. By being spoiled they've just risked the lives of thousands of people and possibly even gotten them killed like when Odysseus' audacity got every single slave and soldier in his ships killed or when Patroclus as a kid got upset and killed another kid for beating him at a game. (A normal person wouldn't kill another person just for winning a game but royalty and those who think they're above the law do it all the time, plus the class status of the child wasn't mentioned but the way he didn't think he'd get in trouble implies the kid was of lower class, possibly the child of a slave or a foreign merchant.)

The gods get a bad reputation for punishing the humans in mythology but, if not them, who else is going to keep them accountable when they are the law?

And whose to say the humans beneath them weren't praying to the gods in order to keep their masters in check?

Apollo is the god in charge of freeing slaves, Zeus is the god of refugees, immigrants and homeless people, Ares is the protector of women, Artemis protects children, Aphrodite is the goddess of the LGBT community, Hephaestus takes care of the disabled, etc. It wouldn't be surprising if the gods are punishing the ultra rich and powerful in these myths because the humans under their rulership prayed and sent them as they did historically.

Every time someone asks me if I feel bad for a human character in a myth, I think about the many lives affected by the decision that one human character made and if I'm being completely honest, I too would pray to the gods and ask them to please punish them so they can make more careful decisions in the future because:

They are not just like us.

We are the farmers, a lot of our ancestors were slaves, we are the vulnerable being eaten by capitalism and destroyed by the violence colonialism created. We are the poor subjects that can only pray and hope the gods will come and correct whatever selfish behavior the royal house and mega rich politicians are doing above us.

And that's why I pray to the gods, because in modern times I'm dealing with modern Agamemnons who would kill whatever family members they have to in order to reach their end goal, I'm dealing with everyday modern Achilles who would rather see their own side die because they couldn't keep their favorite toy and would gladly watch their subjects die if it means they eventually get their way. The ones that let capitalism eat their country and it's citizens alive so long as it makes them more money. These are our modern "demigods," politicians who swear they are so close to God that they know what he wants and so they pass laws that benefit only them and claim these laws are ordained by God due to their close connection just like how Achilles can speak to the gods because of his demigod status via his mother.

Look at the news, these are humans that would be mythical characters getting punished by Greek gods which is why anything Greco-Roman is jealousy guarded by the rich and powerful and is inaccessible to modern worshippers because Ivy League schools like Harvard and Cambridge make sure to keep it that way. That's what we're dealing with. These are the humans these mythical beings would be because:

In our modern times the humans in mythos would be the politicians and mega rich that are currently ruining our society and trying to turn it into a world where only the rich can manipulate wars and laws, just like they do in mythology.

Fuck them.

I literally have so much more to add about my disdain for them and I didn't even touch on the obvious ancient Greek propaganda.

[shapard]

Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

naughty naughty Lucifer

Lucifer thinking about you riding his dick and face

A little bit NSFW mentioned

Snake in Paradise

Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4

Your mind screamed at you to leave but you couldn’t move. Your whole body was shivering but didn’t even move an inch.

Lucifer could feel how you started to feel uncomfortable. 

Ache

He wasn’t going to point it out, but his heart started to ache every second more and harder. 

For you everything made sense. The puzzles starts to fit in.

How you feel comfortable around him, how his divine smell that made you weak and crumble to your knees. 

How his touch excites you and makes you feel like a fool in love. 

He probably doesn’t know that you are his Soulmate. But when this is true, then what is the deal with Lilith? 

Where is she anyways? Isn’t she supposed to be on his side, ruling hell together. Why is he all Alone?

The question is easy to answer but you can’t Imagine that she’d just leave him. How can she not want him? Did She cheat on him, and they got a divorce? Or did he do something unforgivable.

Either way you wouldn't let him go.

Lucifer couldn’t take it anymore. This ache.

You were deep in thoughts with a sad expression on your face. which only fueled this ache more.

Ache

his heart ached as he looked at you. He can’t look away, but he wants to. Not wanting to see you in this kind of state.

With a heavy deep breath, he started talking. “Is everything alright?”

Snapping out of your thoughts your gaze shifted from his mark towards his face. Worried laced his pearl white face. 

“Yeah, yeah… of course. Everything’s alright.” 

That was the worst lie ever. 

Lucifer smiled a bit, “You know, it’s okay to feel what you feel. It’s one hundred percent valid. God Y/n, you fell from heaven a couple days ago. Just sit down, relax, and let me take care for you.” He wants that you to have a good time in hell after you recover. 

Cute, 

That’s what’s running through your mind. Forgetting your worries about the soulmate mark.

Maybe this isn’t all bad.

But one Question was buzzing in your head like a mosquito mid summer. 

Where is Lilith and why isn’t she here?

And why does it bother you so much?

…

Sera was in a heating discussing. 

The tension was so thick that you couldn’t even cut it with a knife.

Michael's angry gaze didn’t help at all.

“Michael I can explain- I.“ Sera stopped mid-sentence not knowing how and where to start. 

Azrael raised his hand, not wanting to hear Sera’s useless apologize. 

“You know Sera, you’re in deep shit.” Azrael shifted his paper in his hand to look on this case. 

“You didn’t Informed us about the extermination, nor asked for permission. Never thought you wanted to play God, Sera.” Gabriel looked at Sera with zero Emotions.

But his Voice let everyone fall for him. His smooth voice is alluring. 

And He knows it.

And he uses it.

Letting everyone fell in this trap of comfort, to trust him with everything.

And then he will use it against you.

Just like he did with his brother.

“It was something what I had to do. They were uprising I-.” Michael let out a loud hmpf, showing Sera that he’s not pleased at all. His head rested on his fist, looking down at Sera.

“Uprising? You’ve got to be kidding me. Sera look, I don’t have time for your bullshit. You want to end up like Lucifer?” the weight of this topic only filled the tension even more than before. 

“Or like your own daughter?” Azrael added for her demise. He raised a brow, now finally taking a look at the Seraphim Infront of him.

She felt Embarrassed and bare as if she’s naked.

Laid for them ready on a golden plate for them to be devour. 

But the moment they involved you in it, she has to say something.

“Leave my daughter out of this!”

“Wasn’t it your idea to decent her from heaven?” Michael showed the document with your case that led you to fall from heaven into hell, “You’re quite a terrible mother you know.” Michael threw the document infront of Sera and Gabriel glared at Michael for his childish behavior.

“I Apologize for my brothers behavior, but he does speak the truth. Your daughter didn’t deserve That punishment you gave her.” Gabriel looked on your Information Paper. 

“Seems that you couldn’t tolerate that she was against you.” Azrael sighed, disappointed in Sera. “You got a pretty daughter, you know.”

Sweat dripped down Sera’s forehead, everything but you. Even after all she's done to you, she still loves you dearly.

“You know father said that she should come back to heaven, and you’ll be thrown into hell Instead. Prove us that you’re still worth residing in heaven.” Gabriel announced, stopping his brother with their blabbering about some fallen Seraphim.

...

In the end of the meeting, they discussed that they give Sera one last chance and get you back somehow. 

But the "how" was the unsolved question. And no one has the answer for it. 

But for the worst part. Michael seemed very interested in you.

…Time Skip…

Lucifer paced nervous Infront of your room. 

He finally told Charlie that he had found a fallen angel in the front yard of his Home. 

Since then, you got your own room to live in.

Charlie pressured her father that she wants to see you and show you around. 

But knowing how difficult it could be for you, he was nervous. Will you hate him after this? No, right?

He laughed nervously and grabbed his hair lightly. 

“Hey Y/n. I know you just fell from heaven, but do you want to meet my daughter!... No that’s not good. Fuck, ehm…” gipping his hair tighter he paced quicker from side to side on the carpet on the floor.

“Luci?” The door creaked open revealing you in your cute, oversized nighty he bought you not long ago.

His heart melted at his new given nickname. 

You two kind of grew close these last days. 

“What are you doing here this early?” Lucifer's shoulder was now all tense again. Right, he’s not here to eat breakfast with you. 

“Hello dearest. I want you to meet the other guest and employees around this place! Get you socialized” He laughed nervously, the look on your face already gave him the answer. 

You slammed the door into his face. That was unexpected.

“Okay rude?” Lucifer knew you wouldn’t like the idea of going out but slamming the door into his face. It irked him. 

'Fuck' he thought.

Standing Infront of your door kind of dumb folded.

Inside your room you were running around and looking for a decent good-looking outfit. 

Squealing like a teenager.

In these last days you were living in hell you began to love this place.

Even though you rarely go out. You still feel uncomfortable in the new area, but it was better than heaven. 

Way better.

Very Brutal sometimes but you could live free and in peace.

You can watch Tv and eat Ice cream, not doing anything like annoying paperwork all day. 

You rarely watch Tv though because Lucifer hates Tv. Saying it makes people dumb, maybe it’s true but where’s the fun in that. 

Finally finding a nice dress, heels and to top it all: over knees! To make it all cute. Smiling at your outfit you nod, and you were ready to go.

You re-opened the door where Lucifer was standing in all his mighty, looking perplexed at your now opened door. 

Lucifer was about to leave but in the exact moment you opened the door revealing you in a very very pretty dress.

Lucifer already can’t get enough. 

The dress hugged your body perfectly showing your juicy curves that makes him weak and drool on spot. 

His cheeks warmed up and he felt his blood going from his head towards his pants.  

Oh god have mercy with him.

Coughing in his clawed hand he tried to hide his upcoming arousal. 

‘Now is not the perfect timing Lucifer.’ 

He regained his posture and smiled at you, “You look Amazing, eh- I meant pretty haha, the dress fits you.” He awkwardly laughed hoping that you didn’t catch up with whatever that was. 

Fucking Simp.

“Thank you, this dress is indeed very pretty.” You looked at your dress and spun a bit letting the dress move swiftly and smooth around your body. 

God, you should stop. 

He already has to take a cold shower. 

He turned rather fast away from you.

It hurt somehow, wasn’t it attractive enough to him? 

The one thing you didn’t know is that he was aroused and all what he wanted is to just claim you right here in your room. 

He gestures you to follow him and you let out a frustrated huff. 

Following him through the red, white halls down to the main opening.  

There was a tall spider like creature standing there and beside him was a tall girl with red circle on her cheeks.

Charlie! 

You remember her. 

And the aftermath that happened after that meeting.

The memories and flashbacks were harsh, water started well in your eyes. 

The scar on your back started to sting, you touched it and massaged it with hope that it would help with the shadow pain.

Looking around for lucifer for support you couldn’t find him.

Lucifer was gone for a couple of seconds to deal with that little problem you caused. 

He felt kind of disgusted by himself. 

You were so Innocent and sweet and here he was taking a quick cold shower to calm his aroused bulge that grew in his pants. 

In the last days he was whipped with you in no time. 

Such kind of euphoric he hasn’t felt before, not even from his ex-wife Lilith. 

He wanted to drown in this new warm feeling.

Every time he spent time with you, he felt like the happiest man Alife. 

He was sure that in his demonic form his tail would wag in happiness like a dog. 

He switched off the shower the cold.

When this happens again he won’t survive this.

You were just too pretty, Innocent, and sexy. 

He can’t wait to see you milk and cream on his dick. 

Hearing you cry out of pleasure while he sucks your pretty pussy dry.

You gripping his horns out of overstimulation and riding his face and dick just to get that high again.

He whines at that thought.

Throwing cold water into his face to get those Images out of his head, “you’re such a pervert.”

Ache

He knew something was wrong. This ache always came when you weren’t okay.

Teleporting himself beside you, he saw you in a panic like state. Alarming him.

“Y/n, did something happen?”

His sudden presence scared you. You let out a small scream alarming everyone in the main hall. 

You apologized and glared at Lucifer for scaring you so badly. “We don’t have to-“ do this Today

A loud gasp interrupted Lucifer. Charlie’s eyes were literally sparkling when she saw you. “OMG, You’re the Angel that my father found?!” 

She ran to you and gave you a crushing hug. 

Lucifer and Vaggie looked at the scene that was unfolding. 

Angel dust was eating ice cream and ignored Charlie’s shouting, he was used to it. 

Lucifer admit that he felt a sting on his mark, weird. Vaggie’s eye was twitching out of annoyance she didn’t like how close they were.

Letting you go Charlie’s smile was so bright you swear you could get blind because of it. 

“I’m so excited to show you around!” She was still holding you tight when she was pulling you around.

“Charlie.” Her father’s serious voice made her stop. She looked at him in surprise of his sudden shift of mood. “Be gentle with her, she’s still new here.” Charlie’s grip loosened and she nods at her father. 

She continued to show you around and introduced everyone to you. She was so similar like her father, and it was so sweet.

You could get used to this; this was way better than your life in heaven.

…

Back in the main hall. You sat down on the couch watching Alastor and Lucifer get into a fight. 

Angel dust and Husk were talking, and Nifty tried to kill the bugs in the area.

Charlie and Vaggie started to prepare an exercise, so you didn’t saw them near by.

But all the comforting living atmosphere was short lived. 

A loud Bang followed with a broken wall and dust all over the place. 

You coughed as you breathed in the dust that filled the whole room. Lucifer’s wings appeared on his back and he blew the dust away from the two of you. 

Since when was he Infront of you?

“This fucking wall is cursed I tell y’all.” Vaggie nods at Angel Dust sudden outburst. Something was definitely wrong with that wall.

Meanwhile Lucifer growled softly at the danger. He already knows who it was. Someone he hoped he wouldn’t see anymore in his lifetime. 

“What are you doing here, Michael?” He growled. His demonic form scratching in the back of his head, wanting to protect his mate from this Man. 

“Can’t an older brother visit his younger Brother?”

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[yusume-the-writer]

If you wouldn’t mind, can we get a bf!Orter Mádl x F reader.

Where Orter is being jealous and over protective bf, that whenever men come near or talk with reader that he just scares them off in a way. And when confronted about his jealousy he denies (as expected).

Sweet and happy ending! (take your time!)

It's not jealousy if it's just to protect your loved one

Orter Máld x Fem Reader

Request made by Anon, thank you very much for this idea

I'm sorry for the delay. I was kind of having a problem creating a scenario, but I hope you like it

We have to agree that Orter seems to be really overprotective, as he is a Divine Visionary who follows the rules to an extreme and has probably made a lot of enemies.

Gender: Fluff

Summary: During a meeting between Orter and his girlfriend, someone appears to interrupt the couple's moment

Today was a great morning

 Orter had missed a day off to spend with his lovely boyfriend (Name) as he was away because of work

So they spent half the morning in bed because of (Name)'s neediness (and also because Orter was hungry for her affection), and then they had breakfast and got ready to go out in the afternoon.

Now it was nighttime, and (Name) had mentioned a restaurant she wanted to try because of a friend's opinion.

And here they are both, in the restaurant while waiting for their orders to arrive

"A friend of mine said the sweets here are amazing! I can't wait to try them~" (Name) says in a childish tone similar to a child entering a candy store

"Okay, but be careful not to eat too much and get sick later" Orter says

"Okay dad, I'll be careful" She says while looking at him with a pout

"(Name) and you?!?" Suddenly an unknown male voice says

Then a guy appears that Orter has never seen in his entire life.

But it seems like (Name) does...

"Oh and you Kevin..." (Name) says while facing the stranger

 However... she didn't seem happy about this sudden encounter

"Yes! It seems like yesterday that we met" The man known as Kevin says, seeming ignorant about the presence of the Divine Visionary

 "Yes... because we work in the same office" (Name) says while looking at him as if he had asked a question that didn't even need to be asked because the answer was too obvious

Which was true, but Kevin thought he was a comedian

'There's the annoying colleague' Orter thinks as he remembers (Name) venting about how annoying and insufferable a colleague was and that he thought he was the guy for making uncle jokes

He wouldn't say it out loud, but he wants Kevin out of their sight now.

He just wouldn't say it out loud because (Name) would tease him about being jealous.

 "Yeah... anyway -" (Name) tries to tell Kevin to go away

"Me and the guys from work are gathered here, don't you want to come? It'll be fun." Kevin cuts (Name), and it seems like he doesn't want her to deny the invitation

"She's on a date at the moment," Suddenly Orter says, catching the attention of Kevin and (Name)

"... And who would you be, man?" Kevin says it in a confused and disgusted tone of voice.

And, of course, he would be disgusted. There is a man who seems to be a thousand times better than him in front of him

"Her boyfriend, now that you're on leave, could you get out of our sight" Orter says while facing Kevin

 Orter didn't look like it, but he was very angry

Kevin looked like he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything

He wouldn't admit how threatening Orter looked or how he stared at Kevin like he was nothing more than prey, not an insect.

No, it didn't even seem like that Orter considered him, but rather just unbearable dirt on a clean floor

And like any dirt, it could disappear and no one would care

... An awkward silence filled the room around Kevin

Then he left without saying anything and went towards a table with people who saw the situation.

As soon as they saw that Orter was also looking at them, they quickly turned around.

 "Heh~" A laugh echoes in front of Orter

As he faced the source of the sound, he found (Name) staring at him with a knowing smile.

"It looks like someone is jealous~"(Name) says while still staring at Orter

"...The food has arrived" Orter says as he changes the subject and faces the waiter who brought the orders

"Hey!!! Don't change the subject!"

"If you don't mention that, I'll buy all the desserts you want"

 ".....Closed"

𝑩𝒐𝒏𝒖𝒔

 Orter was in bed reading a book while waiting for (Name) to finish her skin treatment.

"Don't you think it's better not to read so much?" (Name) says while lying down next to Orter

Confused, Orter stares and raises an eyebrow for her to continue

"If you keep reading so much, your vision will get worse" (Name) begins. "And if you continue, every time you take off your glasses, instead of your eyes looking like 3 they will turn into 4" (Name) ends

Suddenly a pillow is thrown in her face

[doomhands-jr]

The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 15

Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, angst, religious themes, religious guilt

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Something sweet and floral hovered in the very front of Noah’s nostrils, tugging him out of his slumber. Warm and comforting, it was a scent he’d become familiar with but couldn’t place until he opened his eyes and saw your hair sprawled across the pillow. 

He stretched slowly, trying not to wake you as he slid out from under the blankets, slipped on his boots and stepped outside. 

Pissing with morning wood was never comfortable for him. Usually, he’d wait until it went down, but nature was one persistent motherfucker who kept calling, so he leaned against the edge of the shed and tried his best to aim for a pile of snow. He scrubbed his free hand over his face, noticing he could use a shave, then sighed, pressing his forehead to the freezing metal of the shed, closed his eyes, and allowed memories of last night to come flooding back to him. 

You on your back, legs spread, the feverish look in your eye as he tightened his hand around your wrists—you, arching into him as his lips skimmed the soft skin of your neck—you, writhing on top of him, crying out as you chased your high. You—face down on the floor as Noah spilled himself into you. 

Noah was no stranger to sex. In fact, he’d wager he was more experienced than most men his age, but he had never had it like that. That wasn’t just fucking. That was a religious experience. At one point, he felt his soul leave his body, floating somewhere in the ether, only to come slamming back down into him and shattering into a million pieces, one of which, he was pretty sure, lodged itself in you like a fucking horcrux. 

Noah had long ago given up the search for God, but there was a part of him that was convinced he found it in you last night. And if that wasn’t divine, he didn’t know what was. 

With a couple shakes and a quick cinch of his sweatpants drawstring, he stepped back inside, slid his boots off, and wrapped himself around you. His shift at the factory didn’t start until three, and he was intent on spending as much time as physically possible soaking in the feeling of your warm, silky skin against his before he left. 

When he curled his fingers around your waist to pull you closer, you stirred, stretching your arms overhead in a big yawn as you turned to face him, then draped them over his shoulders while you blinked yourself awake. 

“Morning,” you mumbled. 

“Morning,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. You chased his lips with yours, pressing a sleepy kiss into his mouth and Noah sighed, feeling like he could spend the rest of his life here with you, just like this. 

“Power’s back on,” he whispered, slipping his hand under your sweater and splaying his fingers across your belly. 

You sighed, smiling in your sleepy state. “Is that so?” 

You yawned again, and Noah took the opportunity to press his lips to your neck. You hummed in contentment, combing your fingers through his hair. 

“What time is it?” you whispered. 

“Just past ten,” he muttered against your collarbone. 

“If the power’s on, does that mean we can make coffee?” you asked, rubbing your eyes while Noah slid his hands further under your shirt to cup your breasts. 

“Mmm…in a minute,” he said, kneading the soft flesh. He dragged his lips to the area where your neck and shoulder met, nipping and then soothing the spot with his tongue.  

You threw your head back, laughter escaping your mouth and sounding like a sweet melody to his ears. You scraped your nails softly over his shoulders as his hands trailed lower down your body, making their way towards the vice he craved much more than coffee. 

“Okay, okay,” you sighed through a smile sitting up and reaching for your purse while Noah tried to work his hand past the elastic waistband of your panties. He had finally, finally hooked his fingers underneath the elastic when you playfully swatted his hand away

“Let me at least plug my phone in.” You grinned, donning that sultry tone that tied him into knots. Noah groaned, rolling onto his back. He stared at the ceiling while he waited for you to finish. 

“By all means, take forever,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Absolute baby,” you whispered, scoffing to yourself while you knelt beneath the desk, searching for an outlet. “Acting like we didn’t just have sex a few hours ago.” 

“That’s far too long in my book,” he said, eyes landing on your ass. Noah couldn’t help himself. He knelt behind you, hips pressed up against yours so you could feel just how achingly hard he was. 

You chuckled, wiggling your hips around to taunt him and it wasn’t fair how absolutely whipped he was for you. He grasped your hips, pulling them into his to sate his desire for  some degree of friction. 

He reached around to rub you over your sweats and heard you sigh softly as you finally found the outlet. When you turned around to face him, you draped your arms over his shoulders. 

“Someone’s needy this morning,” you whispered, pressing your plush lips against his. 

Noah sat back, pulling you into his lap. “Can you blame me?” he asked, clutching at your waist and guiding your hips back and forth. If he didn’t get inside you soon, he was going to lose it.

You sighed into his mouth, running your nails along his scalp. Goosebumps erupted all over his flesh, sparking his nerve endings to life and he had to fight to keep himself grounded. 

“I have an idea,” he said, breaking the kiss. He tucked his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants and started to drag them down over your hips. “What if you take these off and we see what happens?” 

“Oh,” you said in mock surprise, smiling down at him from where you were perched, “is that your idea?” 

“Yeah, I thought it was pretty brilliant,” he grinned, sliding your pants the rest of the way off and you allowed him, lifting your hips to make them easier to remove. 

As soon as your sweatpants were off of your ankles, they were chucked into the corner of the room, Noah’s hand made a beeline for your pussy, sliding his fingers between the folds to find you already delightfully slick. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers slipped into you with little effort on his part, and a low moan escaped from between your parted lips.

If Noah could play that sound on loop in his head, he’d never get tired of it. 

Somewhere behind you, a phone chimed. Ignoring it, you fumbled with the drawstring on his sweats hurrying to untie them. Noah momentarily withdrew his fingers from you so he could lift his hips and let you inch his pants down his legs, freeing his cock. 

Just like he did last night, he suckedhis fingers clean, losing himself in the salty, sweet, full-bodied taste of you. At some point today, he was going to bury his face in you. He made a mental note to check that off his list before he went to work. 

You dropped back down, sliding your naked pussy over his cock, causing it to twitch. He was painfully hard and extra sensitive.. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned low as you started rocking back and forth on him. He could just die at how warm and wet it was. Noah knew that fucking you without protection wasn’t a good idea, but he’d have given anything to sheath himself in you raw at that moment. 

You brought your lips to his, kissing him sweetly as the phone chimed again. He chuckled into the kiss. “Someone’s popular today,” he whispered. 

You smiled, humming an impatient sigh and moving your hips with more intensity. “Ava’s probably bored. I’ll talk to her later.” 

Noah was more than happy to help you ignore your phone, gathering your hair in a fist at the base of your skull and pulling to expose your neck to him. In the daylight, and at this angle, he could fully admire his handiwork—a kaleidoscope of angry purple and red marks up and down your neck. He swelled with pride, knowing he was the one who had put them there. He’d left his mark on you— he’d claimed you as his own, and now everyone would know. 

The phone chimed several more times. You glanced over at it and Noah rolled his eyes, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at back at him. “Ignore it,” he commanded.  

You nodded, and as a reward, Noah dipped his thumb into your mouth, which you gratefully swirled your tongue over and around while moaning, and fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing Noah’d ever witnessed. 

“Come here,” he grunted, pulling you into a deep kiss, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lips until they were red and swollen. You ate it up, whimpering into the kiss and he had to get inside of you immediately or else he’d die. He’d just die right there. 

“Hold on, let me grab a condom,” he said, reluctantly shifting you off him so he could search for the stash he’d kept in his pockets, grateful to his past self for having the forethought to keep them on-hand. 

All the while, the flood of notifications chimed incessantly from your phone and Noah was about to throw the goddamned thing out the window if it didn’t stop distracting him.  

“Can you silence it?” he called to you over his shoulder, huffing with satisfaction and unsated desire when his fingertips found a foil wrapper. 

“Yeah,” you said, reaching for it just as a call started ringing. 

You sighed, shaking your head as you scanned the caller ID. .“Ugh, it’s my parents. They’re probably worried about the storm. I’ll call them back later.” Ignoring the call, you locked your phone and tossed it back onto the floor.  

Noah pulled you towards him by the ankles and you yelped as your body slid into his. You erupted into a fit of giggles, draping your legs on either side of Noah as you sprawled out on the carpet. You were the most beautiful thing Noah had ever seen in that moment, like a goddess splayed out before him on the nest of blankets. 

Quickly, he grabbed his phone off his desk and opened his camera app. 

“What are you doing?” you asked. 

“Nothing,” he said, right before the shutter sound chimed. 

“Delete that!” you said, reaching for the phone. 

“No!” he said, placing his palm on your chest to keep you on the carpet. There was no way you could overpower him, but it was adorable to watch you try. “It’s mine.” 

Huffing once you realized it wasn’t going to work, you fell back down to the nest of blankets on the floor. “Don’t show anyone,” you warned. 

“I’d never,” Noah replied, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cock, which had become painfully hard by that point. Groaning, he soaked in the sensation of you rubbing up and down his shaft and he pushed the condom into your other hand. 

The phone started ringing again and you turned to see the screen. Noah was three seconds away from throwing that fucking phone out into the snow. 

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you from reaching for it. 

“I’m just going to silence it,” you said, pecking him on the lips. Noah let go, falling back onto his heels and sighing as he gave in and stroked his cock pathetically a few times. 

“Shit!” you whispered, staring at the screen and in an instant, your demeanor shifted to worried. His heart pounded against his ribcage, and for one selfish moment, his only concern was the tightness in his balls and how whatever you saw on your phone threatened his chance to release it. 

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked, catching himself. The blood drained from your face, and he swallowed thickly, willing his thoughts away from his groin and back onto you. 

“It’s my dad,” you said, scrolling through the notifications on your screen. “He’s here.” 

“He’s here?!” Noah half-shouted, causing you to jump. “Sorry,” he said, controlling his volume. “I mean, he’s here? I thought you said your parents were in Africa.” Kneeling behind you, he wrapped an arm around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder to see the screen. A long string of texts appeared, each one growing angrier and angrier in tone. 

“They were,” you said, panic rising in your wavering tone. “They came home yesterday after they heard about the storm. I guess they’ve been trying to reach me all night.” With shaky hands, you typed your passcode to begin a reply, when the screen lit up with another phone call from “Dad”. Before you could reply, another call popped up. 

“Don’t answer,” Noah whispered, already knowing it was a lost cause. He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you swiped to accept it. 

“Dad?” you asked, voice more timid than he’d ever heard. You got to your feet and started pacing around the small space, the absence of your skin on his leaving him feeling cold and empty.  

He couldn’t hear what your father was saying, but judging by the stern, tinny tone coming through the speaker, he could tell your father was not happy. 

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I stayed at a friend’s.” 

The voice sounded again, and Noah watched as a parade of emotions danced across your face. First concern, then guilt, sadness, and finally, fear. 

“I know. My phone died. I’m sorry,” you said, and your voice cracked on the last word. He was at a loss for how to comfort you. All he could do was regretfully pull his clothes back on and watch you anxiously pace back and forth, biting your nails and curling into yourself.

“Now?” you asked. “But I—,” you began, but you were cut off by another loud lecture on the other end of the line. “Okay,” you said at last. “Okay just—just hold on. I’ll be there in a minute. Love you.” 

As soon as you ended the call, your eyes snapped to his, his heart folding in on itself when he saw the fear in your misty eyes. Wordlessly, you buried your head in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, rocking you back and forth. There was a rock weighing heavy in the pit of his stomach and he had a horrible feeling about what you might be going home to. More than anything, he wanted to keep you in the safety of his embrace, but he knew he only had mere moments left with you. 

“Stay,” he whispered, knowing full well that you wouldn’t. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, words coming out choked. 

“Please? I just got you.” 

“I c—,” you began but your breath hitched and you choked back a sob. “Noah, I can’t.” 

Noah pulled back, taking your face in his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’ll walk you.” 

You shook your head, sniffling. “He can’t see you. He can’t know I was with you.” 

His heart wrenched inside his chest. He tried his best to calm himself—tell himself it would be okay. Christmas break would be over in a few weeks and he’d have you back.

He helped you find your clothes and search around the room for your things, and when that was done, he stood in the doorway as you laced up your boots, shaky fingers fumbling as you hurriedly tied them. 

At last, you stood. Noah scanned over your face, searching for affirmation that you’d be okay, but he couldn’t find any. Instead, he saw only fear and regret. 

“Call me?” you asked sniffling, and Noah nodded. 

“Every night if I need to,” he reassured, and your face melted into a teary smile despite everything you were feeling. 

Noah wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and kissing you deeply—as deeply as he could in the limited time frame he had. Salty, fresh tears seeped through the kiss and onto his tongue, and Noah tried to memorize the taste and the exact shape of you in his arms so he could dream about it while you were gone. 

The kiss lingered, both of you hesitant to break it, but eventually it was you who pulled away first. “I have to go,” you whispered and Noah knew it was time to let go, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it until you pried yourself out of his embrace. 

You took a few hesitant steps toward the road, then stopped, turning back to him.

“Noah?” You paused to worry at your lip. “I…,” 

You trailed off, unable to finish your thought. 

But Noah understood. He knew the exact words on the tip of your tongue, because they were on the tip of his, unable to launch themselves past his lips, but still very, very real in their meaning.

“I know,” he said. “Me too.” 

With one last look, you took a few steps backward, then turned on your heel, and took off running toward campus. 

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Noah knew it was risky to follow you. He knew it was a bad idea to chance being seen, but he couldn’t help it. He had to make sure you were okay. 

He stayed a safe distance away—fifty yards or so, but he kept his head down and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible while he jogged after you. 

He stopped across the street from campus, hiding himself behind an SUV parked on the side of the road while he watched the scene before him unfold. 

There your father stood: a man of impressive size. He had to be at least six feet tall, possibly taller, with at least thirty more pounds of muscle than Noah’d been able to achieve. He had that father-strength—the kind that comes from half a century’s worth of toil that Noah wouldn’t be able to achieve for at least another thirty years. 

You stopped just a few steps short of him, and not a full second passed before your dad launched into a lecture. Noah couldn’t make out the words over the wind, but he could tell by the way your father gesticulated wildly around him that he was livid. 

You stood unmoving as the hair whipped around your face, head bowed and eyes trained on the ground in front of you, and Noah wasn’t close enough to see the actual tears falling in front of your face, but he knew you well enough to know they were there. 

His hands clenched themselves into fists on their own accord, itching to swing. Every bone in his body begged him to march over there and defend you, but he knew it would only make things worse. So, begrudgingly, he held himself back and watched. 

Finally, after what may have been ten minutes of tirade, you dad pointed towards your dorm building and you nodded, disappearing inside of it and reappearing a few minutes later with a backpack and a duffel bag. 

Then you loaded them into your father’s white pickup. 

Then you climbed into the passenger’s seat. 

Then the truck drove away, taking a piece of Noah’s heart with it. 

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“And on top of that, you haven’t been attending church?” your father scolded, passing a silver Corolla on the highway without using his turn signal. 

“Who told you that?” you asked. 

Your dad’s lecture continued in the car. He was angry with you for not checking in with him, he’d explained, knowing you could have found a space to charge your phone and wondering why you hadn’t volunteered with the worship center’s efforts to set up their own storm shelter, considering they had a state-of-the-art generator that had been generously donated by some of the wealthier members of the community. 

“Doesn’t matter who told me. Is it true?” he asked, adjusting his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. His temple throbbed, his signature tell that his anger threatened to burst at the seams, and he was doing a poor job of concealing it.

You turned to look out the window watching the snowy town slip behind you, watched as the space between houses grew, until the landscape turned to vast swaths of farmland. 

“Isaac and I had a disagreement,” you said finally. “I didn’t want to see him.” 

“A disagreement about what?” you father asked, his tone more gentle now that you’d finally started to open up. 

Growing up, whenever you got angry about something, your parents always quoted the Bible passage about being slow to anger, but whenever your father was angry, he called it righteous anger, whatever that meant. It was his get-out-of-jail-free card to use whenever he didn’t want to hold himself accountable. If you were to call him out at that moment, that would have been his defense. 

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” you deflated, resting your feet on the dashboard. 

Your father exhaled heavily through his nose. “You can’t let personal stuff get in the way of your walk with God or your responsibilities to the church,” he said. “I put you in a leadership position with the worship band this year. I trusted you with it because I thought you could handle the pressure.” 

“Well I can’t, okay?” you blurted, hating how much emotion managed to make its way into your voice. You buried your head in your arms. “I’m not this perfect daughter you want me to be. I’m still just discovering who I am and it’s like you want me to be this cookie-cutter person who never messes up.” 

Your father clicked his tongue, sighing. Of course he was disappointed with your outburst—you were also disappointed with your behavior, but not for the same reasons. 

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said in an attempt to comfort you. 

“Well that’s what it felt like you meant,” you muttered into your knees and you could feel your throat tightening. You knew you were directing your anger at the situation towards him unfairly. You had many justified reasons to be angry, but at the heart of it all, you just wanted to be back with Noah and your father had ripped you away from the first shreds of freedom and autonomy you’d ever tasted. 

He sighed again, hand coming to rest on your back. It felt slimy, and you wanted to throw it off you. But you knew it would only set your father off again, knew it would only launch another lecture about how unacceptable your attitude was. 

He kept his hand on your back, but the conversation died down and you spent the rest of the drive home in tense, uncomfortable silence. until at last, he pulled into the driveway of your family home and shut the truck off. 

“Look, I know I was harsh,” he began, and the muscles in your shoulders relaxed a few ticks. Maybe the two of you could work through this, and a few weeks at home wouldn’t be the end of the world. You would carry out your responsibilities, suffer through all the church stuff, and then be back in Noah’s arms in less than a month. You could call and text him every day until then. 

“But it’s just because I worr—,” he cut off mid-sentence and you looked up at him to see his eyes narrowed. “What’s on your neck?” 

You brought your hand to your neck, unaware of what he was talking about. “I don’t know,” you said. 

“What the hell is on your neck?” he questioned again, voice full of the same anger from earlier—possibly even more. You flinched, not used to hearing your father use a word like hell in a sentence unless he was talking about the place itself. 

“I don’t know!” you said, flipping the visor in front of you down and peering in the mirror. 

Several dark purple and red marks dotted your neck, dipping down past the collar of your hoodie. There was no mistaking what had left them there. 

Your stomach dropped, heart pounding and flooding your system with adrenaline. For a moment, you froze, not knowing how to move forward, and then your father’s booming voice broke through your trance. 

“Get in the house,” he shouted and you jumped, wrenching open the door and running inside, straight up the stairs and into your room, locking the door behind you. You hid behind the bed, knowing full well it wouldn’t protect you from whatever was coming. 

You heard the loud steps of your father following you, then the loud bangs of his fist on your door. “Open this door!” he shouted. Even with the door muffling his screaming, you curled into yourself, plugging your ears and rocking back and forth in search of reprieve.

“Open this goddamned door or I will rip it off its hinges!” 

You panicked, searching the room for a way out, but you were on the second floor and the only window led to a two-story drop to the concrete driveway. 

Then you heard your mother, stomping up the stairs and shouting back at your father. 

“Bruce! Don’t you dare speak to her like that!”  You’d never heard your mother yell at him before. She has always had his back in every single matter, following his lead. 

“Your daughter’s been fooling around with some hoodlum,” he shouted. “She has hickeys all over her neck!” 

“Oh, well I wonder where she gets it from,” your mother spat, matching his volume 

You unplugged your ears, listening more intently to their shouting match. What did your mother mean by that? 

“Will you keep it down? She’s right there,” he hissed and you moved closer to the door to hear the rest of his conversation, stomach tying itself in knots. “I have a responsibility to protect my daughter’s innocence.” 

“Oh, like you protected the innocence of that volunteer?” spat your mother, still maintaining her volume. “She wasn’t that much older. What about her innocence?” 

You heard some grumbling and muttering, and what sounded like a fist banging against a wall, before your father’s footsteps moved down the hall towards his study. “I’m not discussing this with you here.” 

As the door to his study slammed, your mother muttered some snide remark under her breath before stalking down the stairs.

What. The fuck.

What volunteer? Who was your mother talking about? And why on God’s green Earth wasn’t she upset when your father had told her about the hickeys? There was no way—

Your thoughts stopped in their tracks as  you realized you didn’t have the emotional capacity to begin processing the conversation that had just taken place—let alone all the events of this morning. You needed to check in with Noah before you could even begin to wrap your head around it. 

You got up, walked over to your bed and collapsed into it, searching your pockets for your phone, with no luck. Pounding your fist against your head, you realize you’d left it in the truck. Perhaps, if you waited until the evening, you could sneak out and grab it without your parents noticing?

Though it was barely noon, the exhaustion from the past few days had finally started to catch up to you. Your body ached, both from the workouts you’d done at the gym the other day and from shoveling all day. Rolling over, another sort of ache settled in—this one from the ghost of Noah’s presence in your body. 

You’d lost your virginity. This massive responsibility that had hung over your head for years was finally no longer your burden to bear. Inside, you tingled with the knowledge that Noah had been there. You could almost still feel the stretch of him inside you, could almost taste his tongue on yours, could smell him on you—traces of him littered all over you. 

You cupped yourself as if to trap the memory, curling up and trying to remember every single moment you’d shared with him last night and this morning, and before you knew it, tears started leaking out. 

You didn’t know where they were coming from and felt embarrassed by the severity of your emotions, but didn’t fight them, either. For whatever reason, you knew it was important for you to feel this. 

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Several hours later, you woke groggy, starving, thirsty, and desperately needing to use the bathroom. 

Listening carefully for any sign of life on the other side you inched the door open and tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. When you were done, you peered around the corner to your father’s study, finding it empty. As was your parent’s bedroom. 

Creeping down the stairs, you got to the landing, peered out the door, and saw that your father’s truck had gone, which meant your phone went with it. 

Sighing, you rounded the doorway to the kitchen to find your mother sitting at the island in the center, typing something on her laptop. She looked up as soon as you entered and stared at you for several long moments before she spoke. 

“He was right,” she said curtly. “You’ve got marks all over you.” 

“Are you mad?” you asked, hesitantly walking to the cupboard to fetch a glass. You poured yourself some water from the filtered pitcher in the fridge, then got out ingredients to make yourself a sandwich. 

She exhaled slowly, sucking on her tongue as she thought about her response. “I’m surprised,” she began. “You always seemed so committed to your purity.” 

You said nothing, slathering a slice of bread with Miracle Whip. 

“Your father thinks you broke your vow to God,” she continued, voice measured. “I told him that hickeys don’t necessarily mean you lost your virginity.” 

She was prying for more information. She wanted you to deny that you’d done anything more than kiss a little bit, but you weren’t so sure you wanted to keep pretending.

“It’s natural for people your age to be curious,” she went on. “I mean, before we got married, your father and I weren’t saints. We engaged in…things. But we always made sure we were right with God–” 

“What’s going on with you and dad?” you cut in. 

Your mother’s face fell, her eyes dropped to the laptop in front of her, shoulders suddenly tense and lips pursed. For several moments, she didn’t say anything. When she opened her mouth, it looked like it took her effort to force the words past her lips. 

“That’s none of your concern,” she said. She went back to typing, but you weren’t satisfied with her answer. 

“Did he cheat on you? Are you getting a divorce?” you pressed. Normally you’d be gentler with how you approached a topic like this, but it wasn’t fair for them to chastise you if they had their own dirty secrets. 

“That is enough,” she said, tone stern. “Your father and I are in a disagreement, and we are handling it.” 

Handling it. More like sweeping it under the rug, the same way your family handled any major disagreement, always more interested in keeping up appearances so the congregation didn’t get wind of trouble in paradise and question your father’s ability to lead. 

“Have you seen my phone?” you asked. 

Your mother turned back to you, this time peering over her glasses in a look that let you know she thought your question was audacious. 

“I’m surprised you think you still have a phone after the behavior you’ve exhibited,” she said, before turning back to her laptop. 

“What?!” you said in disbelief, slamming the knife back down beside your half-made sandwich. “You’re taking away my phone?!” 

“Not just your phone. Your laptop. Your gaming console. Your TV privileges,” she continued, not bothering to look up from her keyboard. 

“That’s not fair,” you said. 

“You won’t even have time to miss it. Dad’s got plans for you to work alongside him in the church over your break. Says it would do you good, and I agree.” 

“This is trash!” you said, grabbing your pathetic excuse for a sandwich and stalking back off to your room. 

“It’s called consequences,” your mother called after you, but you could barely hear her over the sound of your door slamming. 

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Noah stared at the clock in his bedroom, grinding his molars together.

It was just after eight. You’d been gone for almost eight hours.

He crinkled up the aluminum foil wrapper from the burrito he’d ordered, fashioned it into a ball and then threw it up towards the ceiling, catching it on its way back down. 

He couldn’t get your face out of his head, but not the version he wished would play on repeat. Notthe flushed, fucked-out version, lips parted, sighing out in ecstasy—no, that one he had to work to recall. 

The one that haunted the insides of his eyelids was the image of you scared, distraught, on the verge of tears, unable to speak without your voice breaking. He’d never seen you look as small as you did when you were standing before your father, head bowed in shame. 

Noah had texted you as soon as you left, asking if you were okay. He hadn’t heard anything back, which didn’t sit easy with him. Usually, you were very responsive. It was one of the things he liked most about you. Conversations were so easy. You put in just as much effort as he did, sometimes going above and beyond, stunning Noah with just how thoughtful and witty you were with your responses. 

Radio silence was not your M.O. 

Perhaps you’d been busy and hadn’t found an opportunity to text? Perhaps your father had forced you to attend church functions all evening and you hadn’t had a chance to check your phone? 

Antsy, Noah fetched his phone out of his pocket, opening and closing the messaging app several times and huffed, tossing the aluminum foil ball into a trash can and rolling over on his bed. His finger hovered over your name, itching you text you again, but then thought better of it, navigating to his photo album instead. 

He pulled up his most recent picture, and there you were, sprawled out on the blankets, shy smile on your face as you looked up at him with what could only be described as love in your eyes. 

Noah stared for a while, zooming in on various parts of you and chastising himself for not taking more pictures of you when he had the opportunity. He’d already gotten off to the image twice that day, remembering the warm, wet vacuum of your pussy. If he were smarter, he’d have taken a video so he could hear you moaning his name. 

Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get you to send him a video of you later. 

He scratched at the stubble now visible on his chin and exhaled deeply. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to hear your voice, just to know you were okay. 

Noah switched back to his contacts, tapping on your name, and then pressing the call button. 

The phone rang three times before it was answered. Nobody spoke at first. 

“Uh…hello?” said Noah. 

“Who is this?” came a gruff voice on the other end. 

“This is Noah Davis. Who is this?” he answered. 

“Pastor Bruce,” came the voice. Noah had a sneaking suspicion before that it was your father who had answered, but that confirmed it. Taking a deep breath, it was time to rip the band-aid off. 

“Hi Pastor Bruce. I was wondering if I could speak with your daughter for a minute?” Noah asked, already knowing it was a long shot. Pastor Bruce did not seem happy about Noah calling his daughter. 

“No-ah Da-vis…” your father repeated, elongating the syllables as he spoke, as if they were specimens for him to lay out on a table and examine under a microscope. “I recognize that name. You were the one who vandalized our worship center, right? I negotiated with the authorities to have your sentence reduced to community service.” 

Noah’s stomach flipped over itself. His heart pounded in his ears and all his saliva evaporated, leaving his tongue to scrape over the roof of his mouth like sandpaper as he tried to force out a response. 

“Uh…yes, sir. Thank you for that. The community service has been a good experience, your daughter has certainly helped me see things differently.” He was floundering, trying his best to spin a narrative that would somehow paint you in a better light. 

“Don’t play with me, boy,” your father spat, and Noah immediately understood why you walked such a tightrope of moral perfectionism. He, too, would be terrified of this man’s disapproval if he lived under the same roof. “I’ve heard all about you. I know you’re the one corrupting my daughter.” 

“Sir, I—,” Noah began, but he was cut off. 

“Don’t deny it,” said Bruce. “Let me tell you something, boy.” It was clear he meant the last word as an insult, and the vitriol in your father’s voice chilled him to the bone. “You so much as speak to my daughter again, and I’ll make sure you’ll have to answer to more than just God for your sins.” 

The line went dead. 

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MOON CONJUNCT JUPITER | SYNASTRY SERIES

Astrologically, the Moon is exalted in Jupiter. Therefore, starting off we can conclude the Jupiter person feels that the Moon person is EVERYTHING, literally. The love or interest the Jupiter person has for the Moon person is overwhelming. Considering the Moon is reflective and supremely receptive, the feelings the Jupiter person has for the Moon person, is reciprocated. Every sign has a negative and positive however, if you read around about this placement, you will find a lot of HATERS who attempt to “bring you down to reality” about how bad this synastry aspect can be. . . What is so wrong or bad about unconditional LOVE being reciprocated? I’ll wait. This synastry aspect is DIVINE and most do not understand themselves let alone a higher frequency of energy/ vibrations and PURPOSE like this synastry exudes. Jupiter is the planet OF THE GODS, and the

Moon is a portal from such a place- hence, the exaltation. Also, Jupiter is the planet that teaches and gives the lesson. (side note: Saturn doesn’t bring the harsh lessons, he brings the consequences for not learning the lesson JUPITER DISHED OUT, I DIGRESS) With such said, this synastry aspect guarantees the best of both worlds, learning together and loving together. The energy this synastry brings is “growing in love” as opposed to others who “fall in love”. You will always find those people who steal their friend’s boyfriend/ girlfriend, or family members sleeping with their siblings’ husbands/ wives, or just inappropriate relationships who claim “they fell in love” just scandalous. Anyway,

To reiterate, this synastry aspect between two people indicates a Divine Connection & Gift, that most will never understand or DESERVE, and it’s not meant to be explained. The Moon is hidden, feared, misunderstood but very loving and in the dark- like this relationship, as it’s meant to be from others. The Moon also rules the 4th house, and we can all drive or walk past houses, but no one knows what goes on behind closed doors, therefore, others MAY notice this couple, but NO ONE will know or fully understand the emotional depths this synastry aspect brings for this couple, friendship, family relation etc.  - PLUS, THEY'RE JEALOUS . . .

The sign and house this synastry aspects dwells in, will be Divinely protected but “as above, so below” this couple will be extremely protective of whatever energy/ connection between them, that they feel is Divine- and no one will have access. I would consider this a Soulmate, Twin flame, or past life parent- child aspect.

[queenvhagar]

It’s hilarious when TBs cry “Rhaenyra TRAINED to be heir” because that honestly makes her look worse. Wdym she spent 20 years training and managed to fuck things up more than Aegon, who got pulled out of the trash 2 days ago?

Legitimately and it's why nerfing the Greens was such a dumb choice 😭

Like what do you mean you apparently trained your whole life (which btw spending years away from court hiding from bastard rumors "managing" Dragonstone is not really training for ruling an entire kingdom, especially when it comes to navigating political realities when in power) (but then again that's something she no doubt figured she could ignore in favor of ruling with hardcore fire and blood and fear of dragons and Daemon)

Like apparently you "trained your whole life" for this and you're somehow the only one divinely ordained and suited and qualified enough to rule...

AND YET SOMEHOW up against these apparently incompetent, short-sighted, impulsive Greens, who are made up of:

- a drunk dude who's apparently never been trained to rule despite him ruling being the plan since he was a baby, who appoints his unqualified and unnamed frat boys to Kingsguard, bullies his brother in public, drunk flies his dragon to battle, and executes a dozen dudes for "no reason" causing a "PR disaster"

- a kinslayer attempted kingslayer who took out one of his side's only dragons and rider because he got bullied :( and now he hates his brother and wants power and also he's gonna nuke a village for no reason except to feel powerful and manly I guess... also he unfairly does nothing about Rhaenyra's blockade and it's HIS fault people are starving from the blockade apparently and that's why the common people LOVE Rhaenyra SO much

- the dowager queen who converted to Team Black out of sapphic longing for a woman she was friends with decades ago for a couple of years, who willingly sells out her entire family to the enemy, including the son she crowned, two other sons fighting for the war she started, her father who was her only ally at court, her brother who was the only one to sympathize with her position, her sworn shield who lives to serve her and protect her family, her uncle and his men leading the Hightower host out of Oldtown, most of her family's dragons who will die defending their riders... all for the chance to win the favor of a woman who never showed any ounce of care for how her life turned out and the sacrifice she made (in fact the woman who was remorseless about her son's eye getting cut out, who blatantly pushed lies that endangered her whole family, who married a man who hates her whole family and wants them dead) (she fails in winning her favor) but girls stick together - girl power! And she's finally free from the confines of medieval feudalist patriarchy :) (except there's nowhere for her to go and no way to live her life as a free woman in any capacity as the wife of the former king and a highborn lady, unless she wants to try to be a survivalist in the wild or go to Essos and join a pleasure house, which, again, not really "free" and sustainable long term options for her)

- a poor helpless infantalized neurodivergent woman who can't even ride her dragon because she doesn't like it for some reason and she's incapable of acting outside of autistic stereotypes, also she's totally fine about her 6 year old getting murdered in front of her very eyes now, and actually she's gonna use her visions to condemn the brother who's always had her family's back up until this point and instead help the man responsible for her child's death, because she's seen the Grand Design and wants to help Team Black now :)

- "misogynist incel" but somehow also at the same time "Alicent worshipping and unreasonably Rhaenyra hating sex toy" (don't think about why he might have valid reasons to hate this particular woman) who doesn't think ahead and is apparently the most violent terrible hypocritical person in this show (don't think too hard about the show making him Dornish and casting a brown actor and the implications it has for this character on and off screen because the show and mainstream fandom won't!)

- offscreen brother nobody barely remembers who only just started riding his dragon apparently

- former Hand of the King immediately fired and sent away and captured off screen after doing nothing to help the war effort apparently

- Lannister twin off to Essos to fuck several wives and mud wrestle LOL!!

- foot fetishist shadowy creep (don't think about how they made a disabled character have a fetish involving their disability for no reason)

AND YET SOMEHOW against THESE villains... she can't even beat them 😭 she can't beat THESE guys who at this point are actively helping her out... she can't take and hold the throne against THESE Greens...

Like way to just completely make her and her team look equally incompetent by failing to take on THESE foes and instead elect to... mope... complain... do nothing except what others tell you to do... basically make no real decisions of your own except... dress as a nun and sneak into enemy territory with no real plan, leaving nobody in charge while you're gone despite a war looming... and burn a group of people alive for no reason to get dragons that you immediately refuse to use... ride dragon... speak a foreign language... cry... kiss your advisor immediately after she opens up about being violently assaulted and mutilated and never bring it up again... girlboss 💪💅

Truly astounding how badly they managed to fumble the bag with the show. Like. My god 😭 THIS was your vision for the historic Dance of Dragons aka the worst civil war in Westerosi history where both sides were Targaryens with dragons who destroyed each other and the Realm in their quest for power? Like THIS is what the singers in mainline ASOIAF books were singing about? 😭😭😭 bruh 😭😭😭

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝘁, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: yelena belova x fem!reader

tag(s): smut with plot but not really, a bit of angst but then again not really, nsfw, wlw sex

warning(s): MDNI, +18 ONLY read at your own risk, explicit wlw smut, wlw sex, oral sex, kinda toxic relationship, mentions of drinking alcohol, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 3k

note: I'M SO SORRY GUYS IT SOOOO LOOOONG. College had been kicking my ass. Agh! I need a break from that shit. Anyways... I was actually going to make the smut part longer but I kinda didn't want to ruin it, so this is what you get lol. Also I literally googled the russian pet names, so please correct me if they are wrong. I hope you all like it! Lots of love, M <3

note 2: I got so many requests and I'm so glad you guys asked me to write your ideas, I really appreciate that. It's going to take me so time but I WILL WRITE THEM and I'm so excited about them. Love the way you guys think lol <3

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⇨ Detka: baby - Moya lyubov: my love - Malishka: little girl - Krasotka: gorgeous

You knew this whole thing was wrong, it was a toxic never ending cycle, but still you could never help yourself when it came to her. 

You and Yelena were together for three years, three years filled with love and lust and happiness; but then your relationship became hateful, bitter and full of anger, still the lust between the two of you remained the same.

Allegedly, the two of you had broken up 5 months ago. Allegedly, you resented her for the shit she put you through. Allegedly, you didn’t even want to see her face. 

Nevertheless, she always found her way back to you, —back to your bed—. The moment her lips made contact with yours, you knew you had lost all sense of reason. How could you restrain yourself when her hips grazed against yours in a slowly almost painful yet divine pace that had you arching your back and curling your toes?

“Fuck,” you breathed out, as her hands thighten the frim grip on your waist.

You always promised yourself it would be the last time, that it was just your body reacting to hers, that you would be strong the next time and would turn her down. It took you a couple more slips to finally understand that you and Yelena were done, that the two of you were through. But you finally came to your senses.

“You do know this is the last time, right?” you said breathless, feeling your quick heartbeat in your eardrums. 

You sword to yourself that would be the last time you let yourself give in to her. Just one more night of pleasure, just one more night of kisses and whimperings and moans, and the next day it would be over. 

“Yeah, I know,” though her voice was muffled by your cunt you could still make out the sarcastic tone in her voice. 

“I mean it, Yel,” you tried to sound serious, and apparently you did because she lifted up her head for her eyes to find yours.

“I know you do,” and she did know. She knew that you meant it, at that specific moment. 

But she also knew your statement wouldn’t last long, that you would soon change your mind and her lips would find their way back to your neck, hips, thighs and cunt. 

So she allowed you to think it was over, but it will be over once she decided so. 

[...]

It’d been a year since you had last seen her, you thought that was it, that the two of you had moved on at last. But maybe you got it all wrong, maybe all the things she made you feel enhanced by being away from her, maybe you forced yourself to forget about her. But there was no point in trying it, for she had made a mark on your heart. Like a tattoo, always under skin even when it gets removed.

But tonight was supposed to be different, you were supposed to have fun, drink and dance with your girl friends. But for some odd reason you couldn't stop thinking about the blonde. You would mess around with some people, but you found yourself thinking that it wasn’t her hands roaming around your body, or her lips leaving kisses and bites all over your neck, it wasn't her scent and it most certainly wasn’t her hoarse voice reaching your ears.

As you and your friends made your way to the bar, you heard your phone ringing. Even before you took a look at the screen you were 100% sure that it was her calling you, who else could it be then? 

Your heart picked up its pace as you looked at the ID caller and your suspicions were confirmed. It was at that moment that you realised that you had never blocked or deleted her contact number. 

Before you could answer or decline the call, it stopped. You swallowed down the lump that hard formed on your throat, unsure of what would be next. And soon after it stopped you got a text from her, you were about to read it when you noticed that someone was calling out for you. 

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you said, quickly putting away your phone, trying to focus on your friend’s words over the loud music.

“We have to use the restroom. Let’s go,” she said, reaching out for your hand, motioning for you to tag along. 

“No,” you step back, away from her reach. “I, um,” you felt your phone burning your hand. “I’m going to get some air, okay?” you noticed she wanted to say something against it, so you quickly added: “I’ll be right back, I promise,” you smiled at them, before making your way out of the club before they would follow after you. 

Once the cold air of the night filled your lungs you felt like you could finally breathe properly. You looked at her missed call and her text message on your phone screen, it was simple: an address. You knew what that meant, but you weren’t sure of what you should do. As if sensing your doubt, she called you again. The phone kept on ringing in your hand, as you made up your mind.

Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? Yes, you might not be really drunk but the alcohol was messing with your brain and you were not thinking straight. Plus, your friends were going to kill you for meeting her.

Seeing her tonight was a bad idea, right? You weren’t just going to throw away the last year and pretend like nothing had happened.

Seeing her would be a bad idea, right? But your mind had other plans as the memories of her soft lips and her rough hands and her raspy voice all came rushing to your brain, and suddenly it was all you could think of.

Seeing her tonight…? Fuck it, it’s fine, was your only thought as you picked up the call. 

“Hello, detka.”

The old pet name sent a silver up your spine, still you were yet to form a coherent thought. 

“I missed you,” she paused, waiting for you to say something. “Did you miss me?” she tried again. Still, you weren’t answering her, but she knew you were listening carefully to every word. “You know? I’m all alone right now. I wouldn’t mind some company.”

You could sense the undertone she was using, you were no fool to her tactics, even though you would always fall for them. That was the kind of power Yelena had over you, everytime you would do so much as think about her your brain would just shut down and you wouldn’t be able to hear your own thoughts. 

“No,” you stated firmly. Shaking your head even though she could not see you. 

“Oh, baby. What’s the matter? You want me to pick you up?” you could hear the jiggling of some set of keys. Your heart stopped for a second, was she really that desperate to come and pick you up? You felt your stomach burning. 

“This is… This is not right, Yelena. I shouldn't have picked up the call. I should probably not—.”

“Oh, come on, moya lyubov,” again with the russian nickname that would make your knees weak. “How about this, I pick you up, we get some coffee and we just have a quick chitchat?”

You knew that it never was so simple with Yelena, but you felt your walls crashing down. 

“I’m not sure, Yel…” it felt weird to pronounce that nickname after so long. 

“Look up, pretty girl.”

You felt your stomach sink as you did as you were told. And there she was, in all her glory. You didn’t even question how she knew exactly where you were, Yelena just knew stuff. You knew she was your ex, but she said it was just a quick chat, can’t two people reconnect? You knew you were stronger now to her advances, you were pretty sure you only saw her as a friend. But, in all honesty, you knew you were full of shit. 

Without a word, you sent a text to your friends, put your phone in your purse and got into the car, wrecking all your plans. You knew you should just stop, but you couldn't. You cursed yourself for that, she knew you too well and you hated both yourself and Yelena for that.

As soon as you took the passengers sit, Yelena sped up the car and the two of you left the building and your friends behind. 

“I did miss you, Y/n,” was the first thing she said as she rested her hand on your thigh. 

She knew how much you loved it when she did that.

“Mmm,” you muttered, unsure of what your answer should be. 

“Didn’t you miss me?” she jokingly asked as she gently squeezed your skin. 

“What do you want, Yel?” 

“I thought I told you,” she quickly took a look at you before looking back at the road. “I just want to chat, that’s all.”

“It’s never that simple with you.”

“Well, maybe this time it is. Maybe this time I want things to be different,” she smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. She still had that kind of power over you and you hated her even more for that. But not really.

You gently shook your head. It was bad, you shouldn’t have picked up the call, you shouldn't have gotten into the car. You should have thought things more clearly before letting her into your life again. 

As you were mentally cursing yourself you didn’t realise that the two of you had already made it to whatever place she had driven the two of you. Realisation hit you as you now had now idea where the fuck you were, you had no other choice but to follow her. Or so you told yourself. 

Yelena opened the car door for you and stretched her hand out for you to take. Which you did, you didn’t even fight it, you longed for the contact of her skin against yours. And maybe, just maybe, you thought it would be enough, just by intertwining your fingers in between hers. But, god, you were wrong. 

You knew the moment you would step through her front door all sense of reason would leave your mind, and it would only remain the lust and feel of belonging you always felt around her. And you were right, the soon you stepped in, it was like you were that same person a year ago and you had no intention in fighting your feelings, not anymore. You thought maybe you deserve it, as a reward for being all this time apart from each other.

As soon as you entered it was as if you could feel Yelena everywhere. It wasn’t just the fact that she was there next to you with her hand in between yours, but you could all also smell her scent all over her place, you could see her in the furniture she had chosen, hear her in the music that was playing, and even though you had yet to taste her lips you were so overwhelmed by her entire being that it felt as if you already had. 

“So, um,” she cleared her throat as she closed the door behind the two of you, getting your attention. “Would you like some coffee…?”

“Fuck it, it’s fine,” you mumbled to yourself once more before dropping your purse and shortening the distance and crashing your lips against hers. 

Yelena’s hand quickly found their way to your hips, gently squeezing your flesh earning a low groan out of you. She pulled away gasping for air but the next second her lips were back on yours. You moaned into her lips as her tongue easily slipped into your mouth and found yours to mess around with. 

You felt a warm feeling in your stomach as her hands roamed all over your body leaving goosebumps on their way. Then they rested on your ass, grabbing the muscle motioning for you to jump on top of her, which you did without a second thought. The feeling became a small fire in your stomach the moment your chest was pressed against hers. 

“I knew you would come back,” she mumbled in between your lips, feeling her grin into the kiss. 

As a response you bit her bottom lip, not really sure what you meant by that but it felt good when you heard a low moan escape from her lips. 

“Don’t push your luck,” you said once you let go of it, earning a small chuckle from her. 

“Yeah, you’re right, krasotka,” her thick russian was only fuel to the growing fire in your stomach. 

Her lips found the crook of your neck and she left as many bites and kisses as she pleased, leading the two of you to her bedroom. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your fingers found their way in between her hair. 

Once in her bedroom, Yelena gently laid you on her bed. As her lips made their way down to your collarbone, her hand tugged at the hem of your dress slowly and painfully bringing it up to your waist. 

On command, you spread your leg open letting Yelena’s head take the place in between your thighs. She kissed and bit them, her lips ghosted over the area where you needed her the most, but all you got was her hot breath which sent a shiver up your spine and made you groan out her name. 

“Stop with the teasing,” you begged her, as your legs rested on her shoulders. 

“Tell me what you need,” she breathed out. 

“I need you… I need your lips on me,” it almost came out as a moan. 

And she did as she was told, but it wasn’t quite what you wanted. Her lips kissed and licked your core, but it wasn’t enough since the area was still being covered by your panties. You wanted more, needed more. 

“Yelena, please…” you begged her once again. 

“Shh…” she cooed as her fingers tugged at the hem of your underwear and slowly pushed it out of the way. “Is this where you need my lips, malishka,” her hot breath over your now uncovered cunt ripped a moan out of your mouth. 

“Yes, yes, just please do something. Please, Yel, I—,” a whimper cut you off as you felt her tongue licked up your slit. “Fuck,” you could feel your heartbeat going a mile per hour. 

Her tongue went up and down a few times, tasting your juices, loving who wet you were for her. She then made sure to give your clit as much attention, so she wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard. You felt your leg trembling on her shoulders as she worked her magic on you. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you were a moaning mess, the fire in your stomach felt like it was taking over your entire body and you only wanted to give in, to let it consume you whole —to let Yelena consume you whole—.

You wrapped your legs around her head, bringing her even closer to you. The thought of her suffocating on your count scared you for half a second, but then as she ate you like a starving woman, the thought only added more to your arousal. 

Yelena took a quick look at you: eyes closed, lips slightly trembling and parted, brows furrowed, your leg around her head, your hand flying to meet her hair. She wanted that moment to last forever, she wanted to be forever buried in between your legs if it only meant she could see you like this. But she could not stop time and live forever in that moment, so she could only moan at your sight. And that was what it took for you to finally come undone in her lips.

You cried out her name as your leg almost squeezed her head too harshly, but she could take it. A few curses followed her name as her tongue and lips helped you right out your high. 

“I missed this, malishka,” she said breathlessly as you unwrapped your legs around her. 

Her nose, lips and chin were glistening from your release, you felt something like a match lighting up inside you once again. Much to your dismay she used the back of her hand to clean some of it, which she noticed that it had bothered you since you slightly frown. She chuckled at just how cute and precious you were. 

She crawled on top of you, placing her knee in between your legs and her lips found yours. You moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips and tongue, feeling the fire coming back to life. 

“I missed you… so much,” she said in between kisses. “Tell me… you missed me too…”

Drunk on her scent, lips and words you couldn’t think properly. But still the words you blurted out were the truth: “I did… I missed you too…”

“Then we should… make up for… the time we lost…'' she said as her hand expertly tugged down the cleavage of your dress, she smiled to herself as she realised you weren’t wearing a bra.

She trailed a path of kiss from your neck, down to your collarbone to finally end with her lips sucking your right nipple. 

“Yeah, we should…” you breathed out. 

“Then, we are going to be here for a while,” she said, her words were muffled by your tit inside her mouth. 

You giggled at her words but then it turned into a moan as she went on sucking. 

You knew the whole thing would fire back eventually, but your head was empty, blank, no reasonable thoughts. Just one that it keep you going and that was the only thought you were willing to listen to: ‘Fuck it, it’s fine.’

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