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elliesbabygirl · 15 days ago

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ch.008 ⇄ch.009; everything is romantic- charli xcx

"early nights in white sheets with lace curtains"

my masterlist.

word count: 4.8k words

series synopsis: friends with benefits, that's what ellie wanted. yet, she can't let you go, even after the messy 'breakup' between the two of you.

warnings: swearing, lesbian sex, fingering (r! receiving), dirty talk (from ellie, kinda sub ellie undertones for a bit, strap-on sex (r! receiving), tit play/sucking, FERAL Ellie, mentions of pregnancy, slight (HUGE) mention of Ellie developing a breeding kink, kissing, drinking, wedding themes (not for Ellie and r!) but Ellie does mention wanting to MARRY reader, and slight use of y/n. This whole final chapter is literally just SEX because Ellie's a munch n I said so

author's note: so we're finally here... it's the finale ch. for 'run your mouth'. I'm so like distraught almost cause you guys... 'rym' is my baby😭. I really am so excited for you guys to read this last chapter. It does have a bit of time skip but that's not important for my babies cause they're gonna be happy (get nastyyy) with each other. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions with ellie and y/n but I really do love them. Enjoy this last chapter of 'rym' and as always, this last chapter is not proofread and just pure horny sex🩷

The reception hall was glowing with string lights, the air buzzing with laughter, clinking glasses, and the kind of soft music that made even the stiffest guests sway a little in their chairs. Ellie was leaning back in hers, one arm slung casually over the back of your seat, a half-full glass of champagne dangling loosely in her other hand.

You were both a little tipsy—okay, maybe a lot—but not enough to forget the way she’d been looking at you all night like you’d walked out of some dream.

“Can’t believe I get to sit next to the hottest person here,” Ellie murmured, her voice low, words just a little too smooth from the champagne. Her eyes dropped to your navy blue dress for the fifth—or maybe fifteenth—time that evening. “This dress should be illegal.”

You grinned, the compliment landing harder than it should have. “You’ve told me that three times already, Ellie.”

She smirked, completely unashamed. “Yeah, and I meant it every time.”

You leaned in closer, your voice soft enough that only she could hear. “You’re one to talk. This suit? The rolled-up sleeves? You look like you walked straight out of a youngmiko music video that I replayed too many times.”

Ellie flushed, clearly trying to play it cool and failing miserably. “You’re just saying that ’cause you’ve had champagne.”

“I’m saying it ’cause it’s true.” you said, brushing your hand against her thigh under the table, the touch subtle but intimate.

Her breath caught, and she looked at you like she couldn’t believe you were really here—at a wedding, sitting this close, laughing, teasing, loving her. It was new, but it wasn’t. It felt like everything you both had fought for finally leading somewhere good.

“I should ask Tommy if he needs help cleaning up,” she joked, eyes still on you. “Get outta here early. You know, in case my girlfriend in the navy dress wants to dance with me in the kitchen instead.”

You laughed, cheeks warm. “Or maybe just finish our champagne and behave like adults.”

Ellie grinned, leaned in close enough for her nose to brush against yours. “No promises, babe.”

And then she kissed you, quick and quiet, in the middle of a hundred people—there was no tension, no weight from the past.

You were both still giggling like teenagers hiding something, the champagne doing its job as Ellie leaned in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. Her fingers brushed lightly against the hem of your dress, just teasing the edge where it met your thigh beneath the tablecloth, her touch feather-light but very intentional.

Her lips curled into a grin—that grin—wide and mischievous, like she knew exactly what she was doing. “Hey,” she murmured, voice playful and just low enough for only you to hear. “Wanna ditch early?”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to keep your expression even, but your growing smile gave you away. “Ellie…”

“What?” she asked, eyes wide with fake innocence, though the gleam in them gave her away. “I’m just saying, we could be home… you in that dress, me in this suit… not sharing a table with my second cousins right now.”

You snorted, nearly choking on your champagne. “You’re ridiculous.”

Ellie leaned in closer, her hand still resting dangerously close to your thigh, her lips brushing your ear. “Yeah,” she whispered, “but you like me like this.”

You did.

You really, really did.

And from the way her fingers laced through yours next, anchoring you even in the chaos of the room, it was clear she felt the same.

Ellie fumbled a bit with the key, still buzzed from the champagne and the weight of the day, her tie loose and jacket slung over one arm. You leaned against the hallway wall, slipping off your heels with a tired groan, your bare feet finally hitting cool hardwood.

Without warning, Ellie scooped you up bridal-style, laughing as you let out a soft yelp.

“Ellie!”

“What?” she grinned, pushing the door open with her shoulder. “It’s tradition, and you looked too damn good to let you walk in.”

She kicked the door shut behind you both, your giggles mingling with hers as she carried you across the threshold like it was a honeymoon instead of just another night from a party. The lights were low in the apartment, golden and warm, the quiet hum a contrast to the clinking glasses and music from earlier.

“You’re such a sap,” you mumbled, arms looped around her neck now, your cheek resting against her shoulder.

Ellie walked you into the living room, setting you gently on the couch before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” she murmured, brushing a hand along your jaw, “but only for you.”

The way Ellie's hands lingered at your waist made it obvious she wasn’t going far. You both were still giggling from the champagne, the soft hum of the apartment light casting a golden glow over her flushed cheeks.

“You know,” you teased, brushing your fingers along the loose knot of her tie, “that wasn’t even our wedding.”

Ellie snorted, leaning in until your noses nearly touched, her lips quirking. “Yeah, I know.”

You grinned, poking her side. “oh, you so wish.”

Ellie’s ears went red immediately, her laugh getting caught in her throat. “Shut up,” she mumbled, but her grin was wide—cheesing, stupid and soft and utterly in love with you.

You let out a breathless laugh as Ellie nearly trips over her own feet, both of you still tangled in the warmth of the post-wedding buzz. The second she catches herself from falling on top of you, she gives you that lopsided grin—the one that never fails to turn your stomach into butterflies.

Ellie’s breath was warm against your cheek as she whispered, “Maybe I do wanna make you my wife.” The words made your chest tighten in a way that was almost overwhelming — in a good way. She leaned in again, her lips finding yours with a tenderness that quieted the world outside the apartment. You caught her with a small laugh when she nearly lost her balance, her arms bracing around you, giggling against your lips.

The playfulness softened into something else — quiet, vulnerable, real. Ellie’s hands slid down to yours, fingers threading through them as she looked at you like you were something she was still afraid to lose.

“I mean it,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I don’t know when, or how, but I want that. you, all of it. Whatever it takes y/n.”

You blinked, searching her face, her words sinking in and settling in your chest like warmth. You brought a hand to her cheek, stroking her skin gently.

“Ellie...” you murmured, eyes looking at her as if she was holding the world in her hands, just for you.

Ellie kissed you again, slower this time, more intentional. Her hands were warm and familiar on your back, your waist, as the two of you curled into each other on the couch. The champagne glow had faded, but in its place was something steadier — the quiet buzz of belonging.

The warmth of her lips was still fresh on yours as the moment stretched, slow and golden, softened by champagne and all the stupid tenderness wrapped around Ellie’s heart like ivy.

Her forehead rested against yours, her breath quiet, chest rising and falling in sync with your own as you curled together on the couch like it wasn’t made of fabric but memory—like the world outside had faded to a hush and left only the two of you, flushed and grinning, pulsing with the kind of intimacy that asked for nothing but to be felt.

Ellie had settled between your legs somewhere during that long, meandering kiss, her weight resting gently, reverently, her tie hanging askew from her open collar.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just watched you, a thumb brushing over the curve of your cheekbone like she could read the softness there, trace it like braille. Her freckles were still pink from the booze, and her pupils blown wide—not just from lust, but adoration, something heavier.

Her fingers found your hand again, intertwining slow, and she dipped in to kiss the corner of your mouth, almost shy. Then lower—along your jaw, beneath your ear, where her whisper barely stirred the skin.

“I’m gonna marry you, baby”

You felt it like a secret whispered right into your bones, low and serious despite the sweetness. Her mouth tickled over your neck, and she nudged her nose just beneath your ear as her other hand slid low, slipping beneath the hem of your dress where the fabric had already begun to ride up your thighs.

“I mean it,” she murmured, her lips brushing each syllable into your skin like she could etch them into your skin. Her fingers were warm—tentative at first, grazing over your inner thigh, up the gentle curve, and then dipping between your thighs.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath, it would've clashed with the dress, in your defense. She hummed softly at the discovery, breath catching, mouth still teasing your jaw. “Fuck, baby…”

She ghosted her fingers along your folds, feather-light, barely there, like she didn’t want to spook you but needed to touch you. And when your legs parted for her without needing words, just trust, she let out a quiet, breathy laugh—so soft, so fucking reverent. “Yeah… just like that.”

Her fingers circled delicately over your clit, light and teasing, no real pressure yet, just the light flirt of her touch.

She was still looking up at you, eyes glassy, drunk. Not from champagne anymore but from you—from the way your hips shifted for her, the way your breath caught, how your lashes fluttered as her fingertip finally pressed in deeper, slick and slow.

Her other hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your face towards her, grounding you in the sheer honesty of her gaze.

“I wanna put a ring on your finger, y’know that?” ellie whispered again, her voice so low it was almost a confession. “Wanna wake up next to you every morning. Wanna see you barefoot in the kitchen, yellin’ at me for burnin’ the eggs while the kids scream in the background.”

You laughed, breathless, trembling slightly as her fingers slipped inside, slow and gentle, curling just right. She paused, eyes flicking up to yours. “That okay?”

You whined. God, you whined

Ellie's smile turned soft and sly as she pressed deeper, thumb circling your clit now with more purpose. “Good,” she said, kissing your neck again. “’Cause I need you like we're already married.”

Your hips arched into her hand at that, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. “E–Ellie…”

She whined against your skin at the sound, a flush coloring her neck. “God, I love the way you say my name when I touch you.”

Her pace was so gentle it was maddening, like she was trying to memorize every slick, fluttering clench of you around her fingers.

Her wrist moved just enough, angle perfect, letting her thumb roll your clit in slow, loving circles while her other hand still held your face like you were the most precious thing she’d ever been allowed to love.

“You’re so fucking warm, babe,” she whispered, voice rough now. “So soft inside… like you were made to take me. Like you were made to be mine.”

Your breath hitched, legs tightening around her waist, and she hummed again, pleased, burying her face against your throat as her fingers pumped slowly in and out, soaking in the wetness slicking down her knuckles. She whimpered at it, soft and breathy, like it was too much. Like loving you like this was almost too tender for her chest to hold.

“Mmm—god, I could do this all night,” she whispered, kissing your collarbone, mouthing at it between words. “Just… hold you open, make you come slow, over and over… ’til you can’t even speak anymore, just say my name all fucked out, and then I’ll ask you again—ask you to marry me—and you’ll say yes this time. I know you will.”

You clenched around her fingers, your body betraying you before your voice could catch up, a high moan slipping from your lips as you arched beneath her, thighs trembling. “Ellie…”

“Yeah,” she breathed, desperate now, fingers working a little faster but still so careful, so full of aching love. “You’re mine, baby. Already are, gonna give you my last name, give you everything.”

Her mouth dragged up to kiss you, lips trembling with restraint even as your orgasm crested like a slow, perfect wave—pulling through your whole body in shuddering pulses, wet and hot around her fingers.

Ellie swallowed your moan with her kiss, her other hand cradling the back of your head as you came undone for her, as she whispered everything she’d never quite had the courage to say out loud.

“Gonna fill you up with me someday,” she murmured, still pressing tiny kisses between words, as her fingers slowed, curled up inside you. “Put a baby in you… make you glow for me… swollen belly and everything, my wife…”

You shook in her arms, her soft promises breaking something wide open in you. She held you through it, lips brushing your temple, her fingers staying inside like she couldn’t quite bear to leave you empty.

The bedroom was dim, lit only by the slow-turning fan above and the faint spill of citylight filtering through slats in the blinds—soft, dusky blue on Ellie’s skin as she loomed over you, her mouth parted, hair sweat-damp and mussed like she’d sprinted to get here.

Neither of you remembered exactly how you got from the couch to the bed—just that at some point your legs stopped holding steady, and Ellie had you pressed against the hallway wall, then the doorframe, and then onto her sheets with her mouth on yours like she couldn’t breathe otherwise.

Now her body hovered above you, tense with heat, a deep want radiating from her in waves. The strap was snug on her hips, the harness low and tight, the blue silicone base grinding subtly against her as she positioned herself, the toy slick with both lube and your slick.

Her hands braced by your shoulders, but her eyes never left yours—wide, pleading in a way that disguised how desperately she was moving.

“You’re gonna let me give it to you, right?” Ellie asked, breath ragged, voice cracking in the middle. “Let me make you come again? Let me fuck it into you?”

You whimpered beneath her, thighs open, back arched towards her with nothing but need strung tight through your stomach.

Ellie groaned at the sound, her hips giving an instinctive little buck before she caught herself. She pressed her forehead to yours, trembling just from being inside your gravity space. “Fuck—you make me crazy, you know that?”

She rocked her hips forward and eased inside with one slow, wet thrust—slick resistance giving way as your body welcomed the thick intrusion, slowly stretching around the toy.

Ellie gasped, hand clenching the sheets near your shoulder, her whole body shuddering as if she could feel it with you.

“God—you’re so tight, baby,” she whispered, teeth grit, eyes locked on where your bodies met. “So fucking perfect…”

Your moan was caught between your throat and lips, breath stuttering as Ellie's strap filled you deep, the pressure grounding, hot and full. Your legs curled around her waist on instinct, pulling her in, and Ellie nearly collapsed on top of you.

“Y-you—fuck, you want this, yeah?” she babbled, voice trembling as she began to thrust in slow, rolling strokes. “Want me to keep fucking you like this? Want me to fill you up—stretch you out—keep you open for me?”

You choked on a moan, fingers digging into her back, your heels locking behind her hips. Ellie made a broken sound, a raw little whimper as she pressed deeper, harder, finding a rhythm that rocked you into the mattress.

“That’s it, that’s it, just—just like that, baby” she gasped, sweat slicking her forehead, her whole body working to chase your pleasure like it was the only thing that mattered.

She wasn’t performing, wasn’t posing—she looked desperate to please, her breath breaking with every thrust, her hand curling tight against the side of your face like she was holding on for dear life. “I need—need you to come for me again, please, baby, please, I wanna feel it, even if I can’t really—fuck—feel it inside me, I feel it here—”

Her hand dropped to your stomach, spreading wide over your pelvis, pressing as her thrusts grew deeper, more focused, more consuming. “Right here, baby. Right where our kid’s gonna be. I can feel you taking me. You’re gonna get so full for me, aren’t you?”

Your whine turned sharp, hips jolting up into hers as the words ignited something feral in you—Ellie could see it, feel it, and she gasped like your need fed her own.

“Yeah,” she hissed, forehead pressed against yours again, her breath hitting your lips with every ragged exhale. “Gonna make you so fucking pregnant, baby—gonna fuck it into you every night ‘til it takes. Gonna keep you filled up with me—til you’re mine, forever.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed, and Ellie’s hands moved—one sliding behind your thigh to pull your leg higher, tilting your hips just enough for her to hit deeper, harder, her strokes now soaked with rhythm and need, the base of the strap grinding against her clit with every motion.

“C’mon—c’mon, baby, please come for me,” she whispered, voice cracking again as her mouth found your neck, kissing hard, teeth grazing, marking you. “I need it, need you to come—need to feel you fuckin’ clench around me like you want it, like you want my kids—”

You broke around her with a cry, your climax punching through your core like lightning, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing wildly around the strap as she groaned into your skin, chasing each ripple with frantic, desperate thrusts.

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it, that’s it, good girl, fuck—fuuuuck—”

You were barely catching your breath before Ellie was slowing, but not stopping—just grinding deep, holding you close, trembling all over as if she’d come too.

Ellie was still shaking above you, arms trembling from the strain of holding back, her hips pressing tight, the strap buried to the hilt inside you—wet and snug and twitching with every tiny flex of your walls. She was panting against your cheek, forehead pressed to yours, and you could feel the tremor in her voice before she even spoke.

“I—fuck, I need—can I—can I keep going?” she whimpered, her voice cracking, almost breathless from restraint. Her hips gave a small, involuntary roll, the pressure tight and immediate, her clit grinding against the base of the strap with every shift. “I know, I know you’re sensitive, baby, I know—but I’m so close—please…”

You moaned softly, still coming down, body trembling, cunt fluttering around the thick toy still stretching you full. Every tiny movement made your breath catch, overstimulated nerves lighting up like sparks. But Ellie’s voice—raw, needy, cracked open with need—made something deep in you throb all over again.

She started moving—slow at first, trying to be gentle, her whimpers growing louder the more she rocked her hips forward, the harness grinding tight against her clit with every push. Her forehead dragged down to your collarbone, lips brushing your skin in shaky kisses.

“I can’t stop—I can’t,” she whimpered , voice desperate now, almost crying with it. “You feel too good… you’re so wet, baby, I can feel everything—I can feel you squeezing me like you don’t want me to stop…”

You moaned, overwhelmed but pliant beneath her, and that sound made Ellie whimper brokenly, like she was right on the edge. Her hips stuttered harder, deeper, every thrust slapping slick between your thighs as her body chased friction, lost in the feel of your heat wrapped around her strap. Even if she couldn't feel it.

“Please,” she whispered again, mouth dragging lower, “please just—just let me…”

Her lips closed around your breast, sucking with a needy little groan, her tongue flicking the sensitive peak. She bit gently, grazing you just enough to make your back arch, the jolt of sensation blurring into the ache already humming in your overstimulated cunt.

She sobbed against your skin as she rutted harder, her movements frantic now, hips rocking wild and fast, the harness squeaking faintly with every grind. Her moans were soft and high, almost helpless, whimpering into your chest like she couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come—baby, I’m gonna—please, just—just let me—”

She bit down again, a little harder this time, muffling her whine in your breast as her whole body locked up above you. Her thighs trembled, her hips jerked once, twice—and then she came with a gasping cry, clutching you to her chest as her orgasm tore through her.

Her body shuddered, her moans soft and broken as she grounded herself down hard, dragging every last wave of pleasure out through the strap’s pressure against her aching clit. She was sobbing little breaths, lips still on your skin, repeating your name like a prayer.

You cradled her as she rode it out, breathless and shaking and wrecked, her fingers gripping your waist like she needed to anchor herself to you or she’d drift away.

Finally, finally, she stilled—limp and soaked with sweat, still buried inside you, forehead pressed between your breasts as her breath came in shuddering gasps.

“I didn’t mean to get so—fuck—I just… I needed you so bad, baby..” she whispered hoarsely.

The room was quiet, heavy with the scent of sweat and skin and something deeper—like sex left out in the open, warm and messy and unspoken. The sheets were tangled around your legs, damp with both of you, the strap still loosely harnessed to Ellie’s hips, forgotten in the lull of it.

She laid half on top of you, face buried against your chest, her breath warm and slow now, soft exhales against the skin just above your heart. Her freckles were flushed, lips parted, still pink from kissing too much. One arm lay draped over your stomach, the other curled beneath you, fingers twitching every now and then, like even in sleep she didn’t want to let go.

Neither of you spoke. There was no need. The silence wasn’t empty—it was full, humming with the echo of everything you’d said with your bodies. Her thigh was still slotted between yours, sticky and slick, and every slow breath made the toy shift inside you slightly, a reminder of how full she’d left you, how much she’d wanted you to take, both physically and emotionally.

Outside, the night murmured, a car passing, and a dog barking distantly. But here, in the nest of Ellie’s bed, it was just the hush of two bodies wound together in the aftermath of something that had left them both exhausted and full.

Ellie stirred once, just enough to press a kiss—clumsy and drowsy—against your collarbone, then mumbled so faintly you barely caught it.

“Mine.”

And then she was still again, letting the quiet wrap around you both like the softest possible kind of claim.

author's note: wow, that's a whole lot of horny desperate lesbian sex.... 😭PLEASE stick with me you guys. I am so deeply beyond grateful for this series and all the love you guys have given me during this series. I really do hope you guys have loved and enjoyed this series like I have, it was my first major attempt at writing a series, so thank you from the CORE of my heart. Please ask/request anything from me as a mini celebration for 'RYM' ending. 🩷thank you so much.

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cautumligth · 5 months ago

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Together they soared, spiraling through the air, two figures of frost and magic entwined in the currents of the night.

@therentyoupay @callimara

OH MY GOSH! WHAT AN AMAZING STORY! FROM BEGINNING TO END! 😭💖💖💖💖💖

Girls, you are incredible, I mean it, you are! 💖

This last chapter was truly wonderful, beautiful, a balm for the soul.

The whole story was a rollercoaster, always going up and fearing the descent, yet the excitement and ecstasy were palpable. I felt so many emotions while reading and have no words to express how happy it made me to read it and my gratitude.

So, I hope this drawing can finish expressing it for me. 🥹💕

Seriously, girls, you're amazing, I'm so happy to still be a part of this fandom after 11 years and that there are still fanfic writers, illustrators, and Jelsa shippers in general!!!! 🤧💕

I'm glad to be a part of this.

En fin, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! 🥹💕💕💕💕

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thetarotyapper · 1 month ago

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what would they do to you if they had you all to themselves? (18+)

if you kiss my neck, i'm not responsible for what happens next... ☆ pick-a-card reading☆

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(how to pick a card? observe the given options and choose the one which you feel the most drawn to. scroll down to read your message!! remember, this is a general reading, so take what resonates! ps.- if you feel drawn to more than one card/image/pile, feel free to read the others too!! if the chosen pile doesn't relate to you, feel free to choose another. the choice is yours<3)

☆ pile I ☆

king of cups, death, knight of pentacles, 8 of pentacles, the world, 2 of swords, knight of wands, the tower

OMG BABE OKAY WOW this person wants to make love to you, like i'm not even kidding. this person has gone through a rollercoaster of emotions because of you and they don't know how to handle it anymore. for many of you, i’m seeing that there is some sort of “situation” here. maybe this person could be a friend of yours? a work colleague? something of that sort? this person is someone you've liked for a long time and it feels wrong to like them for some reason. this person could mean a lot to you. maybe you're worried it'll ruin your friendship (if it's your friend), or maybe you're worried it'll ruin your professional life because you could like someone who is in your workplace. whatever the reason may be, there is some sort of situation here where both of you cannot escape. this dynamic feels wrong, but for some damn reason it also feels so damn right. NO UGH WHY IS IT GIVING FORBIDDEN LOVERS TROPE. I'M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. there's mutual attraction, but your situation isn't right. y'all will have to be very cautious if you're thinking about moving this connection forward because it also affects a lot of people involved in your connection - like your friends, family, co-workers and so on. okay, i'm so sorry to have kept you waiting!! i just got this “situation” energy and i wanted to clear it out. anyways, let's get to your reading now, my love.

this person is going to go through a lot of emotions when they're going to be with you for the first time. this all feels so wrong, but it also feels so…..right? ugh why does life have to be so unfair. things are going to feel a little strained and awkward at first but then later, it's going to get SO HEATED. this person has a lot of love to give you, it's almost like they have held themselves back for so long. but they can't take this anymore, they're going to break the walls that are blocking this connection. i'm also seeing that you're going to be very wet (um well sorry that channeled out of nowhere🏃‍♀️). i'm seeing sloppy and hungry-driven kisses. OH THIS PERSON HAS BEEN CRAVING FOR YOU. lots of heat coming in too. LMFAO they're going to adjust their pants a lot because they can't control their hard-on😭. with the king of cups here, im seeing that they'll approach this situation with a mature mindset and they're going to act very cool and well, nonchalant. but guess what? with the tower here, they're not as chill as they seem to be. you get them so worked up like i can literally feel the tension. this person wants to dominate you. they want you to submit to them. they want to see you under them and begging for more. oh babe they're going to change your life. they're hungry for you. i see deep long thrusts - um let me just run away i feel like i'm getting in y'alls bubble aksnamkaka. they literally want you begging for more, like i hear you saying “stop” in between moans but you both know that you want it more rough. they're not even going to wait for you to remove your clothes completely. they're literally going to devour you as soon as they get their hands on you. it's like one moment they're all super respectful and demure and the next it's like BOOM, they're an animal hunting for its prey.

and trust me when i say this, this is not going to be a quickie. they're going to take their own sweet time in making you come. they've waited days, months, years even to have you all to themselves. all their pent up emotions are going to come out. and this is not a “im gonna do it with them today” typa thing - NO. they've waited a long time for this and it seems like this is all pre-planned too. they've waited for the right opportunity and babe when i tell you they're gonna grab that chance, oh they will. they're going to be so focused on pleasing you, they're not going to stop until you've come undone on their fingers/tongue and their…. well, it starts with a D (d*ck), and if it’s a woman, they want you to fill them up 🫣. i hear them saying “be a good girl/boy and come for me now, will you?” DAMN CHILL OUT BOI. they're a giver. you can literally just lie down and they'll love doing all the work. you're like a precious sculpture for them. you're delicate and they want to handle you with care - but they also don't mind breaking your back in the bedroom 🤭

they're going to be OBSESSED with your body when they see you naked. i can literally hear them saying, “you belong to me and only me”. they're going to be very possessive and jealous when they're making love to you. they're going to do it so slow with you it's almost frustrating. it's like you want them to increase their pace because their teasing is getting too much and you just want to feel the pleasure already, but nope. they're not done. they want to see you crying and begging for more. they want to feel your insides and how nice your….umm….girl grips around their….man😺. they want to feel your girl tightening around them. they want to feel every thrust. they want to feel your moans. they want to feel your desperate pleas.

however i do see that in between they might rethink what they're doing with you because of this “situational” setting y'all are in but they're eventually going to say “fuck it” and they will literally fuck you. they've waited too long for this. they've waited too long for you. this tension is too much for them and they can't hold it in any longer.

additional information - 12, mercury, libra, 2, jupiter, virgo, 10, aries, pluto, water, green grass/garland, ocean, mountains, desert, black/grey cloth/shaul, brown, dark - blonde hair, yellow, red, green.

☆ pile II ☆

9 of wands, death, the fool, 10 of wands, ace of swords, 7 of cups, 9 of cups, king of wands.

THE CARDS FOR YOUR PILE WE'RE LITERALLY JUMPING OUT AND WERE SO IMPATIENT. maybe this could mean that your person is impatient too hehehe👀🤭

i'm just gonna get straight to the point - fancy dinners and then hard-core love making. FULL STOP. the person in your mind would SPOIL you if they could take you out. im talking red dress, wine in hand, red lipstick, high heels, back suit, neatly combed hair, sitting in a fancy restaurant. like they'll take you out on THE DREAM DATE. either you or this person is going to love it when y'all play hard to get. they want to break down your walls, and by walls i mean your kitty cat’s walls 🐱. your person will love it when you're unsure about what their next move is, or maybe they're the one who'll love the thrill of not knowing what you'll do next. i think both of you will like to balance out the dominating and the submitting part. maybe y'all both are switches. y'all don't mind taking the lead nor submitting. well that's a good thing because both of you are going to enjoy the thrill of being together and well…..getting spicy😳. before even getting to the ahem ahem part, your eyes will do the talking. no words needed. y'all will literally just look at each other and the tension has already begun. i see them pushing you against the wall, with your hands over your head while they just kiss you till both of y'all are out of breath. they're going to leave hickeys all over your neck so that you know who you belong to. BYE i see y'all literally standing and doing it with each other. y'all ain't even gonna sit down😭. damn y'all are freaky, let me give y'all come privacy and put my sunglasses on 😎 🕶️ 🤏😳👀

the intimacy and dynamic is going to be AMAZING, literally out of this world. there's a lot of passion as well as aggression here. babe they aren't gonna go easy on you, and one round is NOT enough. they're going to explore so many positions with you and they're going to try out so many things with you - like blindfolding you or maybe you blindfolding them. oh my god now it makes sense. remember how i said that y'all would like the thrill of not knowing each other's next move? it's because one of y'all would be blindfolded and the other would take control. I SEE A WHIP TOO. um okay go queens/kings🤭. they're going to love seeing you tired and exhausted after they're done….ahem ahem with you. they'll love seeing your body and your tired face, and they’ll love it when you ask them to take it slow. they literally have so much energy it's insane. LIKE HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE. but hey, who am i to complain? you do you babe��. they're going to feel so proud of their skills and i also see that you're going to feel so accomplished and happy. no one has ever made you feel this good.

i'm seeing that for a lot of you, this would be a sign whether you would want to pursue this relationship/connection or not. i think y'all would test each other's compatibility. y'all have a very high sex drive and sometimes it might be frustrating if your needs aren't met so if this person isn't able to fulfill your desires or if you're not able to fulfill theirs, i don't see it working out. i'm gonna be honest, there's a lot of double standards here and even if your sexual needs are met, the relationship won't work if your emotional needs aren’t met. for a lot of you, this is more of a lustful connection than an emotional one and maybe both of you have the same outlook on this connection but if one of you actually wants a genuine relationship, y'all need to talk it out. even though the sex will be great, if there's no genuine feelings, then nothing will feel good. so, please make the right decision. y'all are very tempted by one another and you guys are going to treat each other as possessions instead of humans who have genuine feelings. maybe this person already has someone in their lives and you're just a fling. something doesn't feel right about this connection. they also seem like they have their guard up with you and only show you what you want to see. i do see that they'll be the one taking the lead and coming forward regarding where this connection is headed and one advice i would give you is - please clear your mind and think about what you truly want. maybe this person is actually really good, but there's just a lot of lustful intentions here.

additional information - 1, aries, ascending lunar node, 11, pisces, descending lunar node, 12, aquarius, jupiter, trees/wood, temptations, orange, brown, white, cream (colour), woman, child, being in a tall building.

☆ pile III ☆

10 of wands, the hierophant, page of swords, 4 of wands, queen of wands, ace of swords, 8 of cups, the moon, 3 of wands.

being with you is going to feel like a sin for this person. it's so out of their character to feel this way towards anyone. what have you done to this person, pile 3? jasjajakaka. this person is frustrated and angry at you. they just can't let go of the hold you have on them. a part of them doesn't want to like you but they just can't help themselves. they literally can't comprehend the feelings they have for you. they might try to ignore you, but it's only because they can't stop thinking about you. this person has literally fantasized about you a lot and they kinda feel guilty for thinking about you in that way.

this person WORSHIPS you, like i'm not even being dramatic here. this person wants to kiss the ground you walk on. you're so ethereal, they can't get enough of you. everytime they see you, their man hardens. they try to control their arousal, but they just can't help it. the way you carry yourself and the person you are - just wow pile 3. you're mesmerizing. i can't even blame them at this point lol. you've got this enigmatic energy, it's driving them insane. people around you literally know that this person feels a strong sense of attraction towards you. they want you to dominate them. they want you to take control of them and use them. they want you to use them for your pleasure. they'll be so glad to be used by you, like i'm not even kidding. i have a feeling this person is very reserved and quiet. they might be a little short or their height might range from short to average (for a man) and you might be tall (for a woman) and this person loves this about you. this also means that your person loves it when you're on top of them and when they have to look up at you. they'll even like wearing a collar for you so you can order and control them around.

you attract a lot of attention, pile 3. and people can’t help but feel drawn towards your energy. hell, i'm also drawn to your energy. you're so mysterious, people want to study you. the way you present yourself, your face, your hair, literally EVERYTHING about you is so so…..i don't know. i can't find the right words. attractive? mesmerizing? beautiful? your energy literally cannot be explained. you're mysterious and you only let people know a little about you - enough to the point where they think they know you very well, but they don't. i can't shake off your energy, it's so strong and captivating. okay, damn enough i'm getting carried away😅. now let's get back to your reading, shall we?

this person has manifested you for quite some time now and if you want to shoot your shot, i would say go ahead. you have the power here. you are the power. you're everything this person has been looking for. they knew that you're the one they needed when they saw you for the first time. however, i do see that this person is insecure and a little scared because they think that you have a lot of people who want you (and you do) and this makes them a little jealous, but sad. they're afraid they're never going to get a chance with you. i think this person is completely opposite from your standard type. this person is soft spoken, quiet most of the time and all to themselves, glasses, neatly combed back brown/brunette hair (maybe even blonde hair?) and pale skin.

this person admires you from afar. im seeing two possibilities here - either this person finally get the courage to come forward and ask you out or you reach out to them first. but here's the thing, if none of you take the initiative to make the first move, this connection might not move forward and might even be lost. i'm not picking on a lot of sexual energy here. i feel like this person genuinely likes you and wants to get to know you. for them intimacy is not just sex, it's about spending time with the right person.

i am going to end your reading, my love but something just doesn't sit right with me. i feel like this person feels like they aren't being noticed by you at all and they might even feel neglected in general. their energy is so dull and sad and they struggle a lot with confidence. this person is in conflict with themselves.

additional information - 12, virgo, moon, 5, 8, gemini, sun, 6, pluto, firm back, back turned towards you, yellow, scared, unsure, argumentative, withdrawal, red, orange, questioning morals, black cat.

hi loves!! i hope this reading finds you in good health and i hope you are doing well. take care of yourself and i will see you in my next reading. thank you for being here<3

(note: tarot & oracle cards provide guidance and possible insights into what could happen based on current energies, thoughts, feelings and actions. the cards can highlight potential paths or outcomes, but they do not predict the future in a fixed way. this is a general reading so take what resonates!)

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astrologydray · 9 days ago

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How each sign acts after a breakup💔💔😭😭

Aries — “I’m fine. NEXT.”

Breakup Mode: Impulsive rebounder. Might post thirst traps 10 mins later.

Vibe: Rage gym sessions, blocking you without warning, pretending they never loved you (but secretly did).

Catchphrase: “I don’t chase, I replace.”

Taurus — “I’m not okay… but I’ll act like I am until I actually am.”

Breakup Mode: Stays in bed, eats comfort food, replays convos for weeks.

Vibe: Extremely loyal even post-breakup. Won’t let go fast, but once they do? It’s DONE forever.

Catchphrase: “You lost something solid.”

Gemini — “Anyway… what’s your friend’s @?”

Breakup Mode: Laughs through the pain, avoids emotions, posts cryptic tweets.

Vibe: Flirty on the TL, partying with a new circle, emotionally detached—until 3AM hits.

Catchphrase: “I moved on. Emotionally? Eh…”

Cancer — “I just wanted to be loved…”

Breakup Mode: Cries for 48 hours straight or longer, clings to memories, emotional breakdowns to music.

Vibe: Emotional rollercoaster, might text you and block you within 5 minutes.

Catchphrase: “Did you ever really love me?”

Leo — “You’ll miss this glow.”

Breakup Mode: Dramatic AF. Deletes all your pics, then posts fire selfies to remind you what you lost.

Vibe: Public healing with private pain. Will use their heartbreak to fuel a glow-up.

Catchphrase: “Now I’m the main character again.”

Virgo — “I analyzed every part of that breakup and yep, it was your fault.”

Breakup Mode: Overthinks EVERYTHING. Makes lists of red flags. Mentally edits you out of their life.

Vibe: Cold exterior, hurting inside. Lowkey stalks your socials anonymously.

Catchphrase: “I should’ve left first.”

Libra — “I hate being single… but I look good doing it.”

Breakup Mode: Hops into a new situationship, avoids feeling anything real.

Vibe: Flirty, smiley, but secretly spiraling when alone. Will miss the aesthetic of love.

Catchphrase: “Let’s just be friends…” (but not really)

Scorpio — “You broke my heart? I’ll haunt your life.”

Breakup Mode: Deletes you, blocks you, curses you in their journal. Might spy from a burner.

Vibe: Deeply wounded but won’t show it. Revenge glow-up and coming.

Catchphrase: “You’ll regret this. Forever.”

Sagittarius — “Breakup? Nah, I’m on a flight to Bali.”

Breakup Mode: Laughs, travels, distracts. Acts unfazed—but that pain hits randomly at 2AM.

Vibe: Fun, detached, but avoids true healing for a while.

Catchphrase: “On to the next adventure!”

Capricorn — “This is just a temporary setback in my life plan.”

Breakup Mode: Cold and focused. Buries pain under work and glow-ups.

Vibe: Doesn’t show emotion. Hopes you see them thriving and regret it.

Catchphrase: “I have bigger goals than heartbreak.”

Aquarius — “Did we even date?”

Breakup Mode: Emotionally numb. Avoids talking about it. Quietly spiraling in their head.

Vibe: Posts deep quotes, acts like it’s fine, detaches HARD.

Catchphrase: “I’ve transcended feelings.”

Pisces — “This is my heartbreak era. Let me suffer in peace.”

Breakup Mode: Cries to playlists, romanticizes the pain, writes poetry. Might hit you up months later.

Vibe: Feels everything deeply but still holds hope. Escapes into fantasy.

Catchphrase: “We were twin flames though…”

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kyri45 · 3 months ago

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✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 25/02✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@esmailsadeh ha chiesto: Kyri I have a question...please don't end your amazing masterpiece (LMK AU) there are literally a ton of people that love it , so why must you end it? please reconsider for your fans >.<

The question is... why must I end it? Well cause it's a story and I don't like unfinished fics ahah.

@oddogoblino ha chiesto: Sorry, random dumb thought Think that Wukong or MK would go "kachow" when they're tryna look attractive for their respective partners? 😭 Imagining Macaque or Redson being really into admiring their partners just for their idiot to go "aha, ✨ Kachow ✨ " when showing off intentionally LMAO

haha well they could!

@meisawkwardashecc ha chiesto: Are shadowpeach switches?

Macaque is mostly the top

@anidiotkid ha chiesto: So, does Wukong or MK ever get cramps? And if so, how do they deal with it? (...totally not projecting here 😭)

yes they do! Wukong is a drama queen. MK will neglect his meds until he faints. (and then proceed to be scolded by Mei)

@captain-space-kin ha chiesto: Okay so, I happened upon the Shadowpeach bio parents au update today and then binge read the whole thing instead of doing college work. And I just wanted to say watching your art grow and change is really encouraging to me as an artist. I often times get stuck thinking my art isn’t improving “fast enough”, but seeing the progress you’ve made over the course of comic is really cool! And it also kinda making me want to try out making comics finally. Anyway! Love your art, and I’m very excited to see how the rest of goes!

Thank you!!

@itzlilith32 ha chiesto: Hello kyri, I just came here to say that I really love your Au. Lmk was already consuming my life since I discovered it like a year and a few months ago. And now I also have your Au consuming my everyday, but I wouldn't have it any other way. :3 I've discovered your au like between part 2 and 3 I think, so a while ago. And it's been the most fun rollercoaster of emotions I've been on. I like everything about it, from your art to the storytelling, I honestly can't put into words how much I love it ^^ Since we're in part 9, and the final from what you said, I wanted to say this. These past months have been wonderful, from discovering this au and seeing how it evolved, to now, where we're near the end. Although, correct me if I'm wrong, but I have a tiny bitty feeling that this is just the end of a big chapter. And I can't wait to see what happens next. :D 🫶

Awww thank youuu!!

@virtualjellyfishcolor ha chiesto: uh kyri…. did macaque hear all that…?like uh mk and redson..

Luckily his powers were still too weak. He most likely WILL hear what might happen in the future

@busterwarrior2099 ha chiesto: So what's going to happen to Li Jing and heaven now? Because I bet mk and the others are not going trust them again after the stunt they try to pull by kidnapping the guy who defeated the bull demon king,the lady bone demon,azure lion and prevented the world to end all because they learn about his heritage so yeah not a good impression at all

I have... plans.

@kid-of-chaos ha chiesto: Kyri will we get to see the mini monkeys at the Coronation or just around in general again I miss my gremlin friens :d

aww we can bring some of those little guys yes

@blairjojo ha chiesto: yo Kyri are u gunna make this into a full comic and publish it edventioaly (I need to buy it) @amyrosewithoutshadow ha chiesto: Hello! Brazilian fan here! How are you? First of all, love your art. Really, it makes me fell so safe and happy when I see it. Second, do you plan on doing a book or a web comic book with all the parts together when you end the Bio Dads au? I Would die for having the comic in hands and read it when I want and can. Thank you 💕

maybe, not now though (I don't have the time). I need mods and people who help me with the logistic first and a lot of planning

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: Your art is so genuinely great that I accidentally got invested in these fictional characters that I don't know just so I could see more of it. So like yeah, good job. I stumbled into it a few days ago and have re-read it like at least 3 times now and every time I get to the giant-kaiju Shrek 2-reference song-sequence I just feel an emotion that is very intense but that I have no idea how to quantify. I think the emotion is positive but there's also such a deep incredulity to it. It is glorious and unhinged and I am absolutely here for it. Loving whatever the hell this whole AU is, you have made me care very intensely about characters from a show I did not know nearly anything about. I've pieced together enough lore to understand enough of what is happening but you have made me want to actually watch the show.

awww tysm!!!

@gtuguzbuzbu ha chiesto: Will Wukong ever know what happened down there? Like he sorta knows that Mama got himself hurt but he doesn't know what exactly happened.

yeah Macaque eventually told him everything and he was condemned to 2 days in the hug-prison

@lordmageofart ha chiesto: Wait.. this instantly hit me but I have to ask! Is Macaque gonna Courtnap Wukong again? Will Wukong try yet fail to courtnap just to show Macaque he loves him? Or is it just going to be like a normal conversation like their normal people? (Probably won't be the last one but I still have to ask)

nah this time they just want to go straight to the point

@metalheaded-freak ha chiesto: Kyri, I just wanted to say… thank you, for creating the Bio Parents Au, it’s been such an emotional journey and honestly? If it wasn’t for you then I wouldn’t have gotten into the fandom the way I did. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you were the gateway for me to fully embrace this fandom and not be afraid to show what I do, so once again thank you!

Thank youu!!!

@classystudentmugdonut-blog ha chiesto: Hello I just want say I love your work I keep rereading it from the beginning even though I should be resting I got sick but anyways I want to who is YOUR MOST favorite in this lmk

MK. he is baby

@cranberrychaos ha chiesto: Considering you now got red bubble merch of the shadowpeach au... would you ever consider us paying to you to color in our favorite scenes from the comic? I got a couple I'd like to see colored and have in my house or wallpaper 😭

I don't take commissions

@redsontheredbull ha chiesto: Do you have a lady bone demon design?

mmm not really.

@astro-lmk-enjoyer ha chiesto: Do you think Red (or DBK) would get offended if people used cow/bull terms? Like bullshit? Or if they are driving and pass by a cow farm? Stuff like this pops into my head a lot and I wanted to know what you would think because all I can imagine is Red Son come face to face with a cow and it being so awkward 😭😭 Bye <3

mmm i think so.

Anonimo ha chiesto: I honestly think it would be funny to see how confused people would be if they just started being nice to each other, with no context as to how or why (Not like all their problems are fixed nice but just treating each other a bit better after their talk)

LOL i think everyone is either confused or glad they finally resolved their sexual tension

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Since Wukong is trans can he get pregnant too?!? Is this something he and Macaque have to worry about?!?

yes he can get pregnant.

@vivian-devoid ha chiesto: "kilani-123 ha chiesto:Does Mk know that Wukong and Macaque are still engaged?👀" WAIT WHAT?! I nearly choked on my water(stay hydrated) when the hell did this happen!?

the day before the brotherhood tried to take over heaven

@sleeo-goos10 ha chiesto: Hi kyri! Thank you for everything?! Just wanted to ask if you have other comics you plan on making once lmk is over aside from sky❤️

first i finish the sky comic, then I'll see

@violetcookie2007 ha chiesto: Do you personally have anymore nicknames for Shadow peach or Spicy noodles? I like all the ones you have in the comic and think they are all very cute and was wondering if you have any more. Also I love you art!

mmm not really. im open for suggestions

@gaybirdlovescrackers ha chiesto: How does it feel to singlehandedly keep a fandom afloat. To keep it trending by pure gay.

it feels illegal to hold this power

@steadylandface ha chiesto: Are we gonna get a Spicynoodles child in the future 👀

Yes, go watch Ninjago Pilot episode 1

@lonelydarkrai ha chiesto: Is there anyone dubbing your comics?

lots of folks are dubbing my comic.

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: I suppose now is as good of a time as any to wonder if this means Red Son has accidentally left his jacket with MK. Just like, as a concept.

oooohh yes

@nocturnaldaydreamer ha chiesto: Oh no, realized this a little while ago... But MK is not only the son of the Monkey King, but is gonna be crowned a Celestial Prince. Red Son and MK better be careful, there might be some crazies out there trying to Courtnap him...

Red son will be hissing like a cat to anyone who tries to come closer

@leve4ever ha chiesto: If season 6 comes out will you make more shadowpeach bio parents au?

yeah why not.

@nomadiclegends ha chiesto: 四耳孫小天 ...so is it pronounced "Sì'ěr Sun Xiǎotiān" ??? my mandarin's pretty weak sauce and I'm curious 😶

yes

@this-one-gay-person ha chiesto: For the LMK bio parents au is there like a specific post schedules?

every other day at 1Pm ET

@anxiety-beans ha chiesto: I need you to know that this comic is what converted me into a Shadowpeach shipper. It altered my brain chemistry, I swear.

let's goooooooo

@bonbonfoxyton ha chiesto: A little late asking this buut I'm curious, how did courtnaping go between macaque and Wukong exactly? Is it okay if you'd explain it, it's a 100% okay if you don't want to since I read your boundaries thing and everything to make sure your good with this question

I'll let the fans picture how it happened

@cutvdo ha chiesto: Have you thought of putting your fan comics ISAT: Sky CotL AU and LMK: ShadowPeach Bio Parents AU, on a different website? like tapas

you can't publish fan-comics on Tapas

@the-immortal-restless ha chiesto: Do you think that Macaque or Wukong’s hair ever falls forward? Like MKs does on purpose because style but like… Wukong and Macaque both have the longer fur so does it stay out of their face or does it fall forwards something in your au/opinion? (Petition for Wukong and Macaque to be Mukong… because if sun Wukong is swk then Mukong is MK!)

I think it could, maybe they use gel?

@wolfsbanex-x ha chiesto: KYRIII!!! Hello, I love your art so much. I just want to say that stream where you talked about motivation was very inspiring! I LOVE your comic so much, it’s been a shoulder for me whenever I have had a rough day. I hope you continue to gift us with even more amazing art (sorry if I’m rambling here). YOU CAN DO THIS!!! WHOOO!!!!☺️🥳

Thank you!!

@eneska31 ha chiesto: so we know when MK got his court napping thoughts, when did Redson get his? and can we see what happens in his POV in like a small comic at some point? p.s I absolutely love your art and this comic has brought me so much joy ☺️💛🐵

After MK called him beautiful

@factmeegg ha chiesto: Okay question, When first made this fan comic or whatever. What were your thoughts on this when you first started up to now?

that it would have been a really short and silly thing

@mischiefmelody ha chiesto: Question! Will MK be in his monkey or human form for his coronation? Either way he'll be gorgeous but I wanna knowwwww

He'll be in monkey form

cherrummi ha chiesto: After reading the latest update, I made an animation, but apparently asks don’t support video sooo here’s some key frames instead (I’m going to post my full animation in my blog, so if you’re interested you could check it out): Also: Will something like this happen in the story? 👆 How traditional is DBK and PIF would you say, comparing them to traditional human families? Could you give more insight on demon etiquette or courtnapping? Thank you so much for making art! It’s incredible! ❤️

uhh yeah in a way

they are very traditional, but they know when to put some traditions aside in sake of Red Son happiness

Courtnapping rooms are a must, old schools courtnapping usually last around a year but now days it's at best 2 weeks. The courtnapped person must consent and if not they can leave. The courtnapper must provide everything for their partner, including their hobbies, favourite food, family visits, etc… (it's basically a pre-dating very complex honeymoon

@huntershyperfixation ha chiesto: Your art is beautiful and the lmk fandom adores you ☆

ADFZBFD AGAER THANK YOU

@ithinkimprobablyweird ha chiesto: What is mk in the au? Like gay bi pan or something else?

Demisexual, trans masc, bi.

@cryptoknightpatch ha chiesto: Hi lol I’m curious did you come up with the court-napping idea by yourself or was it actually anything referencing Jttw?

it's a fan headcanon of the LMK fandom

@axtonorian ha chiesto: First up, I LOVEE YOUR ART Its really fun to look at and aesthetically pleasing in my opinion. Second I know Wukong had/has nightmares about Mk but what about Mac? And even if it all worked out in the end would his nightmares about those two get worse after everything that just happened?

he sometimes dreams of hurting him. a lot of cuddles ensue everytime he wakes up with wukong close by

@jinxdrawsstuff ha chiesto: Hi Kyri! Just wanted to pop in real quick and say thank you for your Shadowpeach AU <3 it’s getting me through my first college year, every update makes my day a lot better!

you're welcome!

#ask box #shadowpeach bio parents au

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daisyvisions · 1 year ago

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Change Your Mind - (l.jy)

➺ Pairing: fboy best friend!Juyeon x afab!reader

➺ Summary: You befriend your college’s resident fuckboy who’s been eager to get with you since day one. But after a rollercoaster of emotions between your friendship, he wants you more than you could ever imagine.

➺ Word Count: 4k (wow who is she?!)

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), friends to lovers, mentions of partying, drinking alcohol, fuckboy tendencies (flirting, hookups, ghosting), lying to reader (at first), lots of kissing and making out, dry humping, oral (f! receiving), slight handjob and masturbation, unprotected sex (but he pulls out), aftercare, pet names (sweetheart, baby), a lovesick Juyeon

➺ A/N: I’m officially back from my break! Really wanted to take some time off and focus on things irl, can’t really say if the break helped bcos I was still stressed haha but anyway!This took me a while to finish up, felt incredibly rusty writing again but glad I was still able to do it 😭 Considering this as my late birthday greeting for Juyeon. Hope you enjoy this piece! Proofread once. Let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Network & Tag: @deoboyznet, and my girlies @aimeecarreros @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez

If anyone told you that you’d end up becoming best friends with one of the most sought out guys in your campus (and not to mention resident fuck boy), you would’ve laughed at their face. All your life you’ve tried to avoid befriending guys like Juyeon. A guy like him just generally gave you the ick.

You never understood how or why people would want to be friends with someone whose only objective is to get into girl’s pants and be praised for it. Not only that, but also playing with someone’s feelings and just dropping them at an instant was wrong on so many levels.

But here you are, lending him a helping hand while you two clean out his living room after throwing yet another one of his bi-weekly parties, which was usually code for “Please let me at least make out with someone tonight.”

It’s crazy how you consider him one of your bestest friends. In another world you both knew this friendship would never work out. You were both opposite of each other in so many ways!

So how did you even end up becoming friends with Juyeon?

Transferring to a different university in the middle of the semester was one of the worst things that could've happened to you. Not only did you have to adjust to a new set of lesson plans and navigate your way around campus, but you also had to sit alone during lunch since practically everyone already knew each other from freshman year and had their own set of cliques.

During your first week, you thought you could at least find a table you could sit with just by going up to the group you vibed with the most and ask politely. But you decided to just sit by yourself instead and avoid any embarrassing introductions. You refused to be known as the weird new girl (which you already felt like one to begin with.)

You tried to fight off the tears emerging from the corners of your eyes as you sat quietly in the corner of the cafeteria, slowly poking the food on your tray as you try to drown out the noise around you.

You wish you didn’t have to transfer and leave everything and everyone you knew behind. Yes, you can still call or text your friends, but you knew it was different than actually being with them on campus.

You were convinced you’d be alone for the rest of your years in college. No friends to hang out, laugh, or cry with. No one to go through the same struggles as you. No one to tell you that everything was going to be okay. You were definitely on your own until-

“Hey.” The voice suddenly snapping you out of your self-loathing as you look up and see probably one of the most handsome men you have ever seen in your life.

The way his eyes held so much love, how his smile could light up anyone’s day, and how his aura was something you never felt with anyone before. He was practically radiating sunshine to your already gloomy day. It almost felt too good to be true… Because what the hell was he doing here in front of you?

“…Hi?” You sit up straight as you try to subtly dab off the tears in your eyes.

“I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone.” The man gently says.

Great, the first thing he notices about you is how much of a loser you are. But before you could even say anything back he continues on.

“Would you like to come sit with us? We have some space for you at our table.” He slowly smiles at you. You hesitated at first, confused by the whole situation but quickly made up your mind.

“Uh… yeah, sure! If it’s not any trouble.” You shyly respond.

“Of course not! Can’t let a pretty thing like you be all alone on her first week here right?” He holds out his hand to you.

“How did you-”

“I’m Juyeon.” He interrupts you again. You tell him your name, your cheeks slowly warming up as your hand intertwines with his as he looks deeply into your eyes.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirks. You felt the butterflies raging within your stomach.

“So, let’s go?” He waits for your response, but you shyly nod your head instead as proper words get caught up in your throat. Grabbing his hand as you stand up and follow his lead.

You try not to make a fool out of yourself as you feel Juyeon’s hand rest on your lower back as you guides you through the sea of people. As you two are walking towards his table he leans close to your ear and whispers,

“We’re gonna be best friends, I promise.”

And ever since that day Juyeon really did keep his promise. He helped you catch up with some of the lesson plans you had, guided you around school, and always made sure to leave a space for you beside him during lunch.

You tried to wrap your brain around the idea of how someone like Juyeon just randomly entered your life and swept you off your feet. At first you felt like you were on cloud nine getting the most attention and almost boyfriend-like treatment from him. But as the weeks went by you soon discover that his reputation actually preceded him more than you thought.

You see, it was no secret that Juyeon was somewhat of a playboy. Well, somewhat was an understatement. During the first few weeks since you became friends he would walk you to class almost every time. In those moments you couldn’t understand why people would give you such weird looks or whisper to each other whenever you two would pass by.

Maybe it was because you stuck out like a sore thumb as the new girl? You decided not to mind it for a while, pushing down the thought that you were just overthinking all of this… that is until you accidentally learned about his reputation and the real reason why he approached you that day.

It was an accident. You were never meant to find out anything about Juyeon. But during a party that he brought you to, a certain loosed-lip drunk friend (Eric) decided to spill everything to you, down to every letter and detail imaginable.

To be honest, it didn’t bother you when you found out that Juyeon was indeed a fuck boy. You saw the signs as the weeks passed by.

The way he would flirt with someone while waiting for you to finish class, how the notifications on his phone would show a name of a different girl every week, and even the subtle touches he would leave on you which were definitely not considered friendly but not perverted either. What bothered you the most was finding out the reason why he even wanted to be friends with you.

“He’s been really working up to have his way with you, you know? And I mean who could blame him? Have you seen yourself? You’re so fucking hot-” Eric rambles on to you as he tries to lean his body against the wall to keep himself upright, slowly inching his way closer to you. You felt your blood boil in that moment, completely ignoring Eric’s advances.

How could Juyeon do this to you? Even after everything you shared with him about your life, your struggles, your secrets too? And to think you were starting to feel like he could be a really great friend to you. But this? Hell no. You were not about to let some handsome sleazy guy use you like that. Not in this or any lifetime.

You nearly crush the plastic red cup in your hand before storming out of the house, intentionally pushing past Juyeon’s shoulder in the way as he tries to approach you with the most concerned look you had ever seen on his face.

He ran after you that night. He even dropped on his knees begging for forgiveness in front of a crowd of drunk college people too. Over the top sure, but somehow you knew his apology wasn’t just a one and done thing.

And after the humiliating lecture you gave him as well as the list of promises he had said he will be doing in order to make up for his mistakes, you decided to give him another chance.

In return of accepting his apology, you offered to help him get out of his fuck boy tendencies and be his “guardian angel”. Juyeon was reluctant of the idea at first because it would mean he couldn’t be free to do as he pleased but he eventually gave in. He had to because well… He did owe you a lot for lying to you in the first place.

Somewhere in your mind you knew this could turn out to be a bad idea. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me, or however the saying goes. But Juyeon was different.

You knew somewhere in that deep conceited mind of his there was a version of him that was actually a good guy. A guy that can actually learn how to not fool around and maybe one day, find someone worth changing for.

You can tell it was a struggle for him at the beginning. But eventually he started to lessen the flirting, the hookups, the ghosting, and more.

Gone were the days where Juyeon had a line of women wrapped around his fingers (because they were too many of them to count). Dating was still a thing for him, but he had said and even showed you that he would take them seriously and not just move onto the next one as easily as he did before.

Eventually you realized over time that Juyeon turning over a new leaf was also becoming a struggle for you especially at parties when he would come up to you nearly drunk out of his mind, his subconscious would revert back to his old habits and he would act them all out on you.

His hands subtly snaking around your hips, your waist, how he would brush the hair off your neck and leave a warm kiss on shoulder. The way he would smile at you like a lovesick fool, never leaving your side as he attempts to drop his corny pickup lines.

Or the way he would jokingly confess how badly he wanted to kiss you. You knew he wasn’t in the right state of mind, that he was just being his old self. But it really did confuse you because sometimes it felt all too real.

Now you understood why someone could fall so easily for Juyeon. It was second nature to him.

You tried so hard not to give into his appetite especially in those moments. But it was becoming difficult each time since you the crush you had on him from the first day you met was screaming to be set free, desperate to overtake your heart and soul and just allow him to do as he pleased, no matter the consequences.

The many “what-if’s” that crossed your mind when you were alone in your room at night had plagued you constantly. Your walls were starting to crack and it was making you lose your self control around him.

“Maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hu-” No. You shouldn’t. The whole point of staying friends with Juyeon was to guide him to being a better person. It wasn’t about you or how you felt at all!

But… how bad could it be to become selfish just one moment in your life?

“Wow, I’m so tired.” Juyeon plops down on the sofa as you finish up collecting all the empty bottles and cups around the room. After the last bottle was thrown inside the trash bag you washed your hands and plopped right next to him.

You instantly close your eyes and let out a huge sigh of relief, showing the same exhaustion as he felt. As you stay silent and enjoy this quiet moment, Juyeon can’t help but just stare at you. He watches how your chest slowly moves up and down and tries to commit to memory the little details of your face.

You look so beautiful right now, he thinks to himself. As you always have since the first time he saw you. But he pushes down the feeling deep within his gut, having given up pursuing you a while back. But it doesn't hurt to look every once in a while right?

As soon as you open your eyes again, you catch him staring at you with a look in his eyes you can’t quite read. You chuckle at how silly he’s being and turn your body slightly to face him.

“What?” You ask.

“I-It’s nothing.” He shakes his head.

“C’mon, what is it? You can tell me.” You semi pout, and how can Juyeon say no to you?

“I was thinking-”

“Oh no he’s thinking.” You fake gasp and giggle as he playfully nudges your shoulder in return.

“It’s just- I still can’t believe how we ended up as friends despite everything, you know?” He smiles gently.

“Me too.” You respond, “To be honest, if I had known about your reputation before we met I would’ve rejected you that day.”

“Yeah?” Juyeon’s eyes grow wider as he scoots closer to you. He places his hand on your knee, making you become nervous all of a sudden. “And why is that?”

“W-well…” you feel a lump forming in your throat, the way his cologne invades your thoughts and has your head slowly spinning. Is it getting hot in here or is that just you?

“Because, guys like you just aren’t my type that’s all. And well-”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Juyeon interrupts you as he looks into your eyes. You nod in response.

“I haven't been with anyone else ever since that night you confronted me about my behavior.” He pauses for a moment. Dead silence filled the air as he waited for your response while you tried to grasp what he was trying to say.

“Huh? What about that girl you were with last week? Or the one you were texting?” You softly ask.

“I... I lied about them.” Juyeon looks away from you, afraid to look at your reaction. He looks up at the ceiling, pushing down any regret he’s feeling at the moment admitting the truth to you.

“But, why?” Your voice laced with concern.

“It felt wrong to be with those girls. To even think about kissing or touching them the way I would've back then, because…” He looks back at you, his hand on your knee now traveling up to your lap.

“…All I ever thought about in those moments was you.”

You felt your heart running a mile a minute. Eyes widening at his sudden confession.

“God you’re so beautiful it kills me inside.” he raises his hand and cups your jaw, thumb slowly stroking your cheek as his gaze turns into something more than just lust.

You subtly catch him quickly looking at your lips, your eyes nearly fluttering shut as he leans in closer. And with your lips just millimeters apart, he suddenly stops.

“But who am I kidding? I know you don’t see me that way-” Juyeon retracts his head, his face expressing a certain kind of sadness you can’t seem to properly label. You can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you watch him slowly slip away from you.

“Juyeon I-”

“It’s alright, I’m probably drunk. Just- forget what I said.” He shakes his head, but before he can attempt to get up from the couch, you grab his wrist. “No.” You sternly say.

Juyeon slowly sits back down on the couch and scoots really close to you, thighs pressing against one another. His eyes don’t leave yours, waiting for what you have to say or do.

“S-show me. Show me you mean it. Every word you just said.”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that.” Juyeon lunges forward and wastes no time as he leans in to kiss you. His pillowy lips feeling like heaven as he guides your lips with his, both melting into one another like it was always meant to be.

As your arms start to wrap around his neck Juyeon pulls you in closer, his body slowly falls backwards onto the couch. His hands desperately grabbing your hips to make you straddle his lap.

Juyeon whimpers into your mouth as soon as his straining bulge rubs against your core. His member throbs harder as you begin to roll your hips subconsciously.

He’s fucked way too many times to count but for some reason, grinding yourself onto his crotch makes him feel like an untouched virgin all over again.

He swears he can burst inside his boxers any second now if you keep doing this to him, especially with the soft little moans coming out of your mouth that sound so sweet.

Juyeon pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss your neck, mapping out his kisses until he finds the spot that makes you melt into a puddle. He knows he’s found that spot as your moans become louder and drag on longer.

He starts to wrap his arms around your torso and without warning, he flips you both over, making you squeal as he giggles at your reaction. His eager hands waste no time to unbutton your jeans as he continues to leave marks on your neck. You slightly push him away as you feel him slowly sneaking one hand into your pants.

“Wait-” You grab his wrist before he goes any further.

“Do you want to stop?” He waits for your answer.

“No it’s not that.” Your eyes close for a moment as you catch your breath.

“It’s- well- It’s been a while I've since done this. I- I might not be good for you.” Juyeon senses the worry in your eyes. He leans down to kiss the space between your eyebrows, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart… you’ll always be too good for me.” He smiles down at you. “You sure you still want this?” You nod your head instantly.

“Use your words baby, need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.” His hand travels to your neck and gives it a soft squeeze. The act alone is enough to get you dizzy again.

“Want you- want you to touch me, please.” You look up at him so innocently.

Juyeon leans in to kiss you passionately once more, his tongue immediately intertwining with yours. He helps you out of your pants in the process not wanting to pull his lips away from yours until he tugs the hem of your shift and lifts it off, leaving you wearing nothing but your underwear on.

His kisses start to travel oh so slowly from your lips all the way to your inner thighs. Juyeon can feel himself pre cumming at the deep inhale of your panty covered core. The wet patch luring him in to kiss it and practically mouth your covered folds.

You let out yet another ethereal moan as your fingers weave through his hair. His hands slowly pull the garter of your underwear down, throwing the damp material behind him as he continues on with his ministrations.

Juyeon wastes no time and grabs the back of your thighs and placing them over his shoulder, making sure that his face is locked onto your throbbing core. He kisses your folds before suddenly darting his warm wet tongue between them, reveling in the taste of you before flicking your sensitive bud. He looks up to watch your reactions, which motivate him to keep on going.

“P-please…” You whine as he hums and sucks on your clit. Juyeon doesn’t even need you to tell him what you want, by the sound of your moans and the way your thighs slowly squeeze his head he knows you’re getting closer to the edge.

He nearly lets go himself when you reach your high without warning, the sudden burst of your essence onto his lips as you moan out his name was something he never thought would feel so divine.

He pulls himself up and goes back to kissing you, tasting yourself on his tongue has your core throbbing for him once again. Your hands hastily helping him unbutton his own pants along with his boxers as he pulls them down and kicks them to the side.

Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive length, your hand instantly wrapping around his member as you stroke him slowly. “Oh s-shit.” He growls into your ear.

“Want you inside me Juyeon, want you to fuck me.” You whisper in his ear. He grabs your wrist to stop, holding his own member as he aligns it with your entrance.

“Don’t want to fuck you-” He mumbles. You pull away from him, confused by his words. His other hand grabs the back of your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“-Want to make love to you.” He whispers into your mouth. And before you know it he’s pushing his entire cock inside you, bottoming out instantly. You both moan into each other’s mouths at the stretch. Juyeon moves his hips slowly as he starts to fuck you deeply, making sure you feel all of him going in and out of your pussy.

Juyeon wishes this moment could last forever, but the way your walls grip onto his member like a vice brings him closer to the edge faster than he had hoped. Especially with how you’re moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck so tight? He was a goner.

He’s never fucked anyone like this before, and now he can’t imagine doing this with anyone else except you.

With every deep thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of cumming for the second time. Each stroke hitting that sweet spot in you has you reaching for the stars.

“Fuck Juyeon, you’re gonna make me cum again.” You whine as the wet sounds you're both making has you feeling dizzy.

“C’mon sweetheart, cum on my cock. God you can keep cumming on my cock as much as you want I don’t care.” His thrusts start to pick up the pace. “I’m yours forever.”

Those three words were enough to snap the coil within, breathing heavily as your walls flutter around his length. You’re so caught up in your own head you don’t realize Juyeon uttering a string of whimpers until you feel him quickly pull out his cock and blow his load all over your stomach.

The both of you take a moment to calm down from your highs before Juyeon gets up to each for the box of tissue on the coffee table. You watch him gently clean you up before he pulls his boxers back on to find your discarded underwear and also helps you put it back on.

He hovers above you before leaning down to leave small kisses around your face and on your lips. You caress his cheek slowly as he leans into your touch.

“Did you mean it? Everything you said?” You softly ask him.

“Down to every letter.” He responds. “But… I think you broke me.”

“Broke you? How?” You playfully scrunch your eyebrows at him.

“Don’t want to see myself with anyone else now.”

“Oh really?” You raise an eyebrow. “And how should I fix it then?” He smirks and kisses you again,

“Let me take you out on a date and we’ll call it even.”

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always-just-red · 8 months ago

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A/N: So I threatened a while back to write MC arresting Sylus since he literally won’t shut up about it. Thought this would be a silly fic but it ended up an angst-driven exploration of how his time with MC is probably finite and ill-fated?? Anyway Sylus is too soft for this, I’m sorryyyy (Sy I love you! I would never do this to you! ‘Didn’t it come from your imagination, though?’ Ssshhhh you don’t know what you’re saying!! 🥰)

To Remain Silent

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: Sylus has told you to arrest him one too many times...

Genre: Emotional rollercoaster honestly? Some angst, some comfort (and a lil spice for flavour)

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, vaguely established relationship, gets a little steamy at the end (mostly kissing tbh), artistic licence applied liberally since this would be WAY too risky for MC to actually attempt 😭😭

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Sylus knows this isn’t real.

You watch him through the glass of his cell, and the subtle tint to it lets you know that he can’t watch you back. He’s sat on the single bench inside, leaning against the far wall, his long legs stretched out before him. His hands are cuffed— tucked away behind his back— but he still looks comfortable. More than comfortable: at ease. At home. Bored.

“You think I can’t feel those pretty little eyes of yours on me?” he mutters, head back, eyes closed. “I’m at your mercy, kitten. Are you really only going to look?”

You tap a button on the glass. “You should start taking this seriously.”

He smiles at the sound of your voice, but his eyes don’t open; there’s still nothing to see. “I’m taking it very seriously, sweetie.”

“I don’t think you are.”

The smile turns even more smug: a confession, all by itself. He sits up and leans forward, like someone who’s found a change of conversation to be interesting. His eyes open— managing to find you, somehow, and— can he see you? No. It’s an educated guess, he’s just selling it with confidence.

Leisurely, he rises from his seat and saunters over to the glass. “Let me see you,” he orders, then bargains: “Please? This is so very—” he toes the division— “one-sided.”

You can’t look him in the eyes, can you? This is hard enough without the windows to your soul baring your heart and your mind to him, like they always do. You should have worn those sunglasses he bought you for that undercover assignment. This is what they’re for, right? Hiding.

With a circular swipe of your finger, the glass before you clears and Sylus meets your gaze.

“Hi,” he teases.

You fold your arms across your chest. “Hey.”

“This is quite some effort you’ve gone to, kitten. And all for me, no less.”

“What effort?” you dismiss plainly. “You practically slapped those handcuffs on yourself.”

It’s not an exaggeration: from the cuffs to the ride here, not a single stage of his arrest has been resisted. The closest he’s gotten to a lack of cooperation was when you’d first restrained and dragged him from his study, where he’d been inclined to point out that the bedroom was the other way.

“Well, I didn’t want to cause a fuss,” he smirks. One of his hands is brought forward, and his handcuffs now hang uselessly from a finger. “Tell me,” he says, letting them swing as he holds your gaze, “what am I to expect now I’ve been so masterfully captured?”

You glance at the restraints, unmoved. “That isn’t for me to decide.”

A door behind you slides open, and— right on time— an altogether more impressive presence joins you before the cell. Sylus glances her up and down as the click of her heeled boots come to a stop; he has never met your captain, but he knows her face.

“You really cashed in all your favours, didn’t you, sweetie?” he observes. He turns to address the woman beside you: “We haven’t been introduced. I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Jenna interrupts, her tone as incorruptible as yours.

Sylus’s arm lifts, resting on the glass above you so he can tower over you, despite the partition. “Is that right?” he purrs absent-mindedly, dropping his head so he can speak into your ear. “Sweetie… I thought you could keep a secret.”

He’s goading you into your usual game, but the stakes don’t interest you. “You were wrong.”

You’re at your own table, dealing your own cards. Does he want to play? You think he might. His lips are curving at the delicious prospect of a challenge. You’ve given him a taste of it. He wants more.

Jenna is studying her clipboard, acting oblivious. She senses the impasse. Asks Sylus: “Do you know why you’re here?”

He huffs impatiently. “Enlighten me.”

“Sylus,” you scold.

Red eyes widen a fraction.

You see it.

Good.

…

Sylus thinks this might be real.

You said his name. His real name: the one with sharp, bloody strings attached. The one on all the posters. The one in your precious Association’s archives, linked to stacks of files and crime scene photos, most of which he isn’t even responsible for.

Sylus. You said: Sylus.

It was worthy of a grand reveal— the sort of plot twist that delivered the suspense of so many thrillers— but here you are, speaking it like it’s nothing. Not a slip of the tongue; not a mistake. And it’s different here. He’s not your Sylus. He’s theirs.

Their murderer. Their monster. Their convenient little scapegoat for everything dark and unholy.

The captain is reading him a list, reeling off every crime— each alleged sin. As if he needs a reminder. As if all the time in the world could ever let him forget. “Needless to say, Mr Sylus,” she summarises, “due to the nature of these crimes, you may prove exempt from our standard procedures. A case like this is… unprecedented. Onychinus has much to answer for. You have much to answer for.”

Sylus hasn’t really been listening; it’s all senseless bureaucracy. “You have the wrong man,” he says, because whatever you’re doing— whatever stunt this is— a confession is sure to derail it. You know that, don’t you? You must be counting on it: holding that guilty breath of yours and hoping he’s smart enough to not be Sylus.

You don’t look worried in the slightest. You must have an awful lot of faith in him.

He studies you, waiting for a small, deliberate smile or a moment of weakness. Give him a sign, don’t give him a sign— it doesn’t matter; he’ll find one. His intentions must be clearer than yours, because you step up to the glass to face him.

Do it, your silence says, even though the rest of you is illegible. You want to look? Look.

His eye could light like a crimson fire— could burn the truth out of you— but it won’t. It’s a promise he made what feels like a lifetime ago, not long after you’d met: Your thoughts and desires are yours to give, not his to take.

Even here. Even now. He’s a man of his word, after all.

Impressed? You smile faintly, but there’s no warmth to it. “Captain,” you speak, your eyes not leaving his, “can you give us a minute? Please?”

“Of course,” the woman answers with a nod.

Sylus does not see her go. He hears it: the retreating rhythm of her shoes. He feels it: it’s just the two of you, alone again. Well, the two of you and that ‘hidden’ camera in the far corner of the room. “Whatever game this is,” he grins good-naturedly, his teeth gritted, “it stops. Now.”

“It’s not a game, Sylus. I told you to take this seriously.”

“What are you doing?” he snaps, and that good-natured grin didn’t last very long.

Your hands land on your hips. “My job.” When he scoffs, you continue: “Did you really think this would end any other way? After everything you’ve done?”

He laughs and it’s deeply sardonic. He’s no saint— to try to convince you he was would be a crime worthy of punishments far worse than this. But you know him. You know the line and what stands on each side of it: everything he’s done, yes, and everything he’s been made to take the fall for.

You wouldn’t do this to him. Would you? “You want to play pretend? Fine,” he hisses. He wants to wrap his Evol around that godforsaken camera and annihilate it. “You caught the big, bad boss of Onychinus— congratulations, sweetie. Sure. Let’s say that’s who I am. A man like that has power, right? So what’s to keep him— me— from escaping? Right now?”

“You’re not going to leave, Sylus. Wanna know why?”

He’s sure you’re going to tell him, and you do:

“Because you’re all talk. All smoke and mirrors. You want to go? Go. But there’s not a single person in this building who wouldn’t give their life to bring you back. Someone will catch up to you eventually, and what then?”

“I’ll have a lot of fun, I imagine.”

“You’ll do nothing,” you correct. “Because those people out there? They’re my friends. My family. You hurt them? You hurt me. Make all the threats you want, Sylus— we both know the truth.”

He towers over you, still, but it’s hard not to shrink at your next words:

“You don’t have it in you.”

Your eyes are sharp: whetted with resentment. Sylus is your reflection— your worthy opponent, always— but he just can’t look at you like that.

There’s a quiet hiss as you slide a finger over the cell’s control panel. White, neon light carves through the glass partition: two vertical lines that bleed upwards, either side of him, before bending to meet each-other. The glass between them shimmers, then fades.

Sylus stands on the precipice of the doorway, cool air crawling past him. He stares up at the camera, then down at you. Your arms have folded again as you watch him— a narrative of apathy.

“How about it, Sylus?” you ask bitterly. “Still think you can outrun fate?”

“No.” Not since it started wearing your face. Fate is you, putting a bullet in his heart, and him, waking up so you can do it over and over again. Maybe this is real. Maybe it isn’t. “What do you want from me?” he entreats softly, because you’ll get it— either way.

“Isn’t it obvious?” you sneer, and your hand shoots out, grasping a fistful of his shirt. You use it to drag him out of the cell, closer, lower, so that his face is mere inches from yours.

“No,” he repeats. “Say it.”

Your eyes burn like pyres: so dangerous, so beautiful, so suited to being the death of him. “I want you—” you begin, as they flit briefly to his lips— “to tell me…”

“What?”

“How you cheat at kitty cards.”

Oh. Oh.

You’re going to be insufferable about this, aren’t you?

Sure enough, you drop his shirt and burst into laughter— irrepressibly you again. The fire in your eyes has simmered down into something warm, safe, and comfortable, and— gods— you’re even crying. You’re doubled over, holding your stomach as though it hurts. You lift a hand to wipe your wet cheek. “Your face,” you get out between gasps, “oh, your face!”

Yours is not the only laughter, but it’s the only laughter Sylus hears.

“We so got you, Skye!” Tara’s vaguely familiar voice resounds from an intercom.

There’s some confusing static with it— more tittering voices— and Sylus suspects he’s found himself the star of your colleagues’ after-work entertainment. He puts his hands on his hips as he looks up at the camera. “Is the whole office—”

“Yeah,” you manage, wiping away another tear. “Figured it would be good for morale. Good practice, too.”

“Practice?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirm with a hum. You’ve apparently gotten a handle on the hilarity of the situation, because you approach him with something close to composure. Meditatively, you smooth down the fabric of his shirt. Straighten his collar. “For when we catch the real Sylus one day.”

He captures your wrists; that’s a lot of tenderness for someone who just tried to give him a heart attack. Maybe he’s a little too rough, because you pout at him in a way that makes him instantly soften his grip.

“You ok, Skye?” you enquire with an ironic smile and an adorable tilt of your head.

His thumbs are feathering over your pulse points, and slowly, he leans in to deliver a message, just for you: “If I say no, will you make it up to me?”

…

Sylus knows this is real.

His mouth is on yours and it’s relentless, desperate; you made him wait for it. How long has he been wanting to trap you against the nearest wall, just like this, so he can kiss you until he forgets just how cold you can be?

He’s been very patient. He didn’t roll his eyes or utter a word of complaint when you’d dragged him to join your colleagues for dinner. It was your victory party, your ‘I made you look like an idiot’ party, but he was his usual, charming self, and your friends all adored him for it. They’d spun him the tale of his ‘arrest’— the planning, the preparation, and your lightbulb moment:

“Hey, guys, have you ever thought about how Skye kinda looks like Sylus?”

Only he could understand how wickedly clever it was. His eyes had sought yours as he listened, lazy, content, and so obviously biding his time. You’d smiled at him. He’d smiled back.

And he’d stayed smiling, even after the party was over and you’d had to walk a slightly-tipsy Tara home. She’d refused a taxi, insisted Sylus escort her— oh, and you could come, too! He’d lent her his arm: humoured every squeeze and chuckled at each remark about the size of it. You’d had to swat her away, in the end.

“I’m just teasing, y’know?” she’d giggled as the three of you arrived at her front door. “Skye knows I’m just teasing. You’re such a sweetheart, Skye. Imagine! You— the leader of Onychinus!”

She’d laughed, much too loud for such a quiet street, and with a less-than-subtle wink, left the two of you alone. Which is how you’d ended up here, in an alley around the back of her building, because it was Sylus’s turn to drag you somewhere.

His attentions have moved lower; there’s a subtle clink as his fingers find the clasp of your shirt collar and he peels it back, exposing your neck. His lips leave yours, trailing down, down— past the line of your jaw and over the soft, vulnerable column of your throat. You gasp as he brushes over a sensitive spot, and you could swear you feel him smile.

He’s always been passionate, but this is a different fire, fuelled by something you can’t ignore, no matter how much you want to:

Relief.

“Sy,” you murmur breathlessly, your hand in his hair, tugging gently. “Sy, stop.”

“Mmm?” he acquiesces, voice sinfully low as the cold evening air takes his place kissing your neck. His eyes shine like blood spilt in the dead of night— lingering on you. He looks drunk.

You lift a hand to cup his face and run your thumb over his cheek. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, Sylus. You know that, right?”

Those dark eyes find clarity with your words, full of apprehension for just how naive you can be. The future will turn on you just as quickly as a wild animal someone boasts about having tamed, and aren’t you foolish, thinking you can control something like that?

Besides, that’s his job.

“I know,” he says like he’s supposed to— ever the martyr, following the script. He goes to nuzzle into you again, but your hand is still tight in his hair and he groans as you use it to pull him back.

“I mean it,” you reassert, forcing him to look at you. You don’t care that it’s ridiculous. You don’t care that fate is so hot on your heels that you have to keep running. You’re tired. He’s even more tired.

Isn’t it nice to stop and catch your breath?

Pretend you have time: His gaze is full of faith and oh, the world is going to enjoy punishing the two of you. “I know,” he insists, because this is the second time you’ve fooled him tonight. You feel his hand on your face and you let him kiss you— again, then again— so achingly slow, so arrogant.

The world can wait; he wants to punish you first.

“Do you really want to know—” he distracts as he finds that sensitive spot on your neck again— “how I cheat at kitty cards?”

The pad of his finger is chasing the path of his mouth; it tickles. You whine: “Tell me later, Sy.”

“Ok,” he breathes against you.

Later. There’ll be a later.

Won’t there?

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