#this pod fell off into my hand when i touched it so i was like oh for me??? the fruits of nature???

[botanyshitposts]

today i found a plant growing in an alleyway downtown that gave me this delightful little seed pod that looks like a little banana about an inch long but it splits down the front to reveal hundreds of flat little seeds with little papery wings seed wings and theyre all stuffed into neat rows in a way that makes the pod look like an overfull expanding file and if you run your finger over it seeds fall out. the plant had like 6 of them going overhanging this one sidewalk and some of them were huge, like multiple inches long. anyway plants are still just making stuff outside it seems

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Welcome Home - King Ben x Reader Smut!

Warnings: smut, ben cusses :)

Request: Hi! Could i request a king ben smut where he has like a tough meeting about some other country and goes into his office where the reader is waiting for him all sweetly and he just bends her over his desk and gets his frustrations out?

(The way he smiles makes my insides CHURN.)

Everything was planned to a T. After being gone for two weeks, visiting King Charming and Queen Cinderella, Ben was finally returning.

Chad had unfortunately, but not surprisingly, done a stupid business deal with some pirates off the coast of Auradon. Since he was technically in Auradon waters, Ben was the one who had to handle it. After sorting out the issues with the pirates, he’d gone to King Charming’s castle to discuss the matter further, leaving you to govern Auradon.

Not that you minded, you just missed your husband. A great deal. So his arrival needed to be perfect.

His plane would arrive the next morning and so you had taken the initiative to have everything prepared. You’d asked the staff to prepare his favorite meals, planned a date for the next evening, and as your own added touch, we’re now setting the biggest vase of blue roses on his desk.

You opened your phone, looking at the last text he’d sent you.

It was from this morning,

See you soon, my love.

You simply couldn’t wait.

Your days were lonely without him, as were the nights. And selfishly, you’d been missing something else. These past two weeks was the longest you and Ben had ever been apart and your body was definitely feeling the repercussions.

You really missed Ben.

ALL of Ben.

As you turned around, the door to his office opened. Your head looked backwards and your heart jumped at the sight of your husband. His bag fell to the floor at the sight of you.

You froze in place, leaning back on his desk.

“Wha- why are you back?”

He smiles.

“Wanted to surprise you. Didn’t think you’d be in my office, sweetheart.” He walks closer to you. “Are you not happy to see me?” His brow arches.

“No, I am I’m just confused-“ Your words are cut off by a kiss. Ben lifts you up sit on his desk, stepping between your thighs. As much as you want to give in, you push against his chest. “Wait, Ben… how was the meeting?”

His eyes roll.

"Horrible. Chad's dad is an asshole. Chad is an asshole. The pirates were assholes. Now, I'm finally home and I'd really, really like to fuck my wife. Is that okay with you?" His eyes flicker down to your lips then back up to your eyes.

"Uh... yeah sure. That's cool."

"Great." His hand wraps around your head, pulling you into him again, lips meeting yours. Your hands find his face, thumbs sliding over his cheeks and pull him closer.

His fingers trail down your body and then grab your waist.

"Ben..." He keeps kissing you. "Do you maybe wanna..." Another. "Go back to our room?" His fingers play with the hem of your blue dress.

His voice comes out hoarse and deep.

"No, I think we are gonna stay right here."

Ben's lips attached to your neck, fingers threading up into your hair to tilt your head back.

The other hand begins pushing your skirt up higher and higher. Your breathing turns uneven as your eyes dart around, hoping no one is going to walk in on your escapades.

"Ben, are you sure..." He pulls away harshly, glaring at you.

"Do I need to bend you over my desk, Y/N?" You suck in a breath as a deep blush crosses your cheeks. His eyebrows raise because of course he notices and then his eyes roll. "Oh for fucks sake."

And then before you can even blink, Ben has you bent over his desk with your skirt over your hips.

You whine as his hips roll into yours, fingers curling over the edge of his desk. Your head turns, ready to glare at him when he rips your underwear clean off.

Your eyes widen in surprise, stammering out his name but go silent when you feel him podding at your entrance.

His voice is hushed next to your ear, sending goosebumps all over your body.

"A loss for words, honey?" His fingers tighten on your hips as he pushes into you. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the table tightens as well. He gives you no time to adjust to him and begins ramming into you. You shove your face into your arm, biting the flesh to contain your lewd sounds. "Fuckin' hell. Missed you so much."

One of Ben's hands leaves your side to press down on your back and you arch in response. Though you cannot see him, Ben grins. He loves your body's response to his. He can never get enough.

His jaw sets as he nears his orgasm, he'd missed you so much that he could barely hold it in. The sounds of his groans fill the office, along with the slapping of hips and the wetness of your core.

Desperate to make you come before him, his fingers dip between your conjoined hips to circle your clit. You jolt in response, an especially loud moan escaping your throat, boosting Ben's already inflated ego even more.

Before either of you know it, your pelvic muscles squeezing uncontrollably around him and his body collapses onto yours, absolutely spent. The two of you are silent while you come down from your highs and then Ben places soft kisses across your shoulders.

"Welcome home, my king." He groans as he feels himself harden inside of you.

"Oh, honey..." He pulls back, ready for round two. "Welcome home indeed."

Not sure if this is what you had in mind but there ya go. Hope you enjoy:)

[simpforboys]

I GOT YOU WITH REQUESTS.

this is kinda angsty.. but what about neteyam and you having a really good relationship until he sees someone kiss you (you did not reciprocate but neteyam was too mad to hear you out) and so you guys break up and now youve been like enemies but theres always that sexual tension and one day when you reach a heated argument he fucks you dumb and keeps telling you that youre not gonna find anyone better than him🏃‍♀️💨

fmokx

fmokx: jealousy, envy

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: a misunderstanding can lead to broken hearts… and backs.

warnings: smut! angst, fluff ending, breeding kink, dirty talk, mean!dom!neteyam, sexual tension, lovers to enemies to lovers again, jealousy, creampie, foul language, oral (f + m receiving), neteyam’s side eye (bc its scary)

aged up!neteyam (around 20-21)

yunoi: you-no-eye

envy.

it’s amazing how much envy can cause a person to do horrible things.

envy filled yunoi as he saw neteyam flirting with you.

yunoi, a strong hunter of the metkayina clan, saw you when you arrived with the sully family to awa’atlu.

he had long curly hair, a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and big eyes.

he had heard the rumors that you and neteyam were going to mate, but the sky people attack interrupted the ceremony.

and yunoi wasn’t going to allow neteyam to take you officially off the market.

“rewon (morning), y/n.” yunoi bowed his head to you as you went out to help find some berries for breakfast.

“hi, yunoi.” you bowed back, a mutual sign of respect to acknowledge the hunter.

yunoi would give you constant looks, only an idiot would not see how much the man was interested in you.

and it pissed neteyam off.

neteyam would openly hold your hand in public, trying to scare yunoi off. but yunoi wasn’t going to back down without a challenge.

“why don’t you join me for a swim? i can show you around the reef properly.” yunoi stared down at you, a deep smirk on his face.

“no, thank you. i have to get back to my family for breakfast.” you politely declined, wishing the man would leave you alone.

“are they really your family, though? rumor has it, you and neteyam aren’t officially mated.” yunoi raised his brow bone at you.

your ears fell in annoyance.

“yes, they are my family. they took me in, didn’t they?”

“more like they brought you to me.” he smirked at you.

you pushed your braids out of your face, tail swaying lowly. you were tired, annoyed, and wanted to eat.

“what do you want from me, yunoi?”

“i want you. you as a whole.”

neteyam had been curious as to what was taking you so long, but when he saw you speaking to yunoi in the distance, he hid behind a tree to see the interaction.

he watched as yunoi grabbed your hand, pulling you into him as he kissed you.

neteyam’s face scowled from the sight, but he didn’t get to watch the rest. he turned back, stomping angrily back to the pod.

you shoved yunoi back by his chest, your hands touching his tribal tattoos as you cringed.

“get it through your thick skull that i will not be with you. i will always be neteyam’s.” you scolded the boy, turning around so your tail could whip him.

but yunoi smirked, knowing neteyam saw the scene.

too annoyed to finish your berry picking, you wandered back into the pod. neteyam watched as you came in.

“what the hell was that?” he asked angrily, nostrils flared and ears turned upward.

“ma neteyam-“ you went to hold the boy, needing some comfort, but when he flinched away from you, you stood dumbfounded.

“do not. i saw him kiss you.”

“that is true. you saw him kiss me, not the other way around.”

“i cannot believe you. after everything we have been through.” neteyam scoffed at you, starting to walk out of the pod again. his braids swayed roughly as he walked.

“you are being irrational,” you barked back with annoyance. first yunoi, now neteyam.

you went to grab his forearm, but neteyam pulled it away from you.

“we are now nothing. go run back to that fish-lipped skxawng (moron).”

and with that, neteyam dove into the ocean and left you. your hands were shaking in frustration as you threw down the woven basket you were holding.

you walked away angrily, lo’ak furrowing his brows.

“y/n-“

“no.” you kept walking, letting your anger get the best of you.

lo’ak didn’t take it to heart, knowing his brother probably did something stupid.

➽─────────────────❥

the sullys soon realized something happened between you and neteyam.

you did not speak, began sleeping on opposite sides of the pod, and would brush past each other with a scowl.

and while all you wanted was for the boy to realize his mistake, neteyam was too blindsided by rage.

neteyam stood against a tree, his arms folded over the other as you helped tsireya feed the ilus.

you laughed with the girl, almost getting your hand nipped.

everyone throughout the village heard about you and neteyam within days. men would approach you, trying to take you out as girls would do the same to neteyam.

while neither of you would admit it, the jealousy that radiated off of the both of you was insane.

“are you going to stop giving y/n a side eye?” kiri asked her brother.

“she is a cheater.” neteyam said back, his voice low.

“is she really? or did you just not allow her to explain what happened?” kiri stared at her brother’s emotionless face as his ears fell flat.

“i saw that skxawng (idiot) kiss her.”

“but did she kiss back?”

neteyam rolled his eyes at his sister, seeing the way a tall fisherman gave you a smirk as he gave you more fish.

“look-“

“she is a beautiful person, neteyam. of course men will be fawning over her. but remember who she’s always wanted to be with.”

neteyam huffed, not responding.

“she’s always wanted to be with you, incase you didn’t get that through your big skull.” kiri teased.

neteyam rolled his eyes once more, this time playfully.

“yeah, i got that.”

that night, during dinner you and neteyam sat on opposite sides. you sat on your knees as you ate, thanking neytiri for the food.

the tension was thick and you could feel neteyam keep looking at you.

you two would accidentally make eye contact, you looking away as you kept picking at your food.

the family ate in silence, maybe because they were too afraid to speak.

you helped neytiri put everything back neatly, and when the family eventually fell asleep, you woke up to your arm being tugged.

you growled lowly, seeing neteyam tugging you awake.

“shhh,” he placed his finger over his lips. you complied, following him out and over a few ways away from the closest marui pod.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you questioned him, seeing his braids sway as he walked with passion.

he turned to look at you, his silhouette illuminated by the eclipse. he had an expression on his face like he was holding something back.

“hello?” you asked once more, growing aggravated at the boy.

“you can’t just wake me up in the middle of the night and not say anything, skxawng!” you insulted, rolling your eyes, ready to leave when neteyam grabbed you.

“y/n…” his chest was rising and falling, his once glowing eyes now dark. his pupils were blown wide, he looked not like himself.

in one sudden motion, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you. you immediately kissed back, missing the way he felt on your skin.

he kissed you like it was the last thing he’ll ever do, tugging on your queue which caused you to whimper in his mouth.

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, his lips dangerously close to yours.

you nodded, whines leaving your throat. neteyam stared down at you, pushing you down to your knees.

he untied his loincloth, the material falling into the sand to unleash his throbbing cock. it looked like it had been hard for hours.

“suck it, c’mon.” he grabbed your jaw, opening your mouth and forcing his cock down your throat.

your pussy gushed as he fucking your throat. you held his thighs as he gripped your hair.

tears fell from your eyes as you gagged around his cock, but the noises he made made it all worth it.

“you love sucking my cock, huh, baby? missed it didn’t you.”

you nodded against him, spit dribbling out of your mouth. “don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

neteyam ordered when he saw your hand reach for your loincloth. you whined at the man as he took his cock out of your throat.

“don’t be fucking needy.” he slapped his dick on your tongue a couple times, allowing you to catch your breath before shoving it inside once more.

neteyam’s hips were snapping angrily. something must have triggered him from the time you went to sleep til now, and you would be lying if you were to say you weren’t enjoying it.

neteyam bit his lip as he whimpered, loving the way your lips wrapped around his cock. “such a pretty baby…” he cooed.

when he was close to cumming, he ripped your head off of him. his eyes were like a reptile, about to attack its prey.

“neteyam-“ you breathed out as he pushed you down onto the sand.

juices were rushing down your thigh, soaking your loincloth as he finally untied it. “pretty pussy… too bad i’m going to destroy it.”

you moaned as he blew air directly onto your sensitive clit, back arching as he smirked.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted as he finally sucked on your clit, humming against it.

neteyam was not taking his time with you. he was quick, wanting you to come so he can finally claim you as his.

“c’mon, y/n.” he urged on, two fingers thrusting in and out of you. he curled them towards him, causing you to scream out.

neteyam’s free hand went to cover your mouth, his cock twitching as you clenched around his fingers.

“so good, ‘teyam. so good.” you praised, pulling his braids as he whimpered against you.

the lack of pleasure you hadn’t received in months was driving you insane. the way neteyam ate you out in an animalistic manner, your head was spinning.

“i’m gonna cum-“ you warned, but neteyam pulled away.

you growled at the loss of contact, pissed that he stopped when you were so close.

“shut the fuck up.” he slapped your cheek, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you adjust your attitude.

“gonna fuck this whore pussy, okay?” he looked at you, and while he was in total domination, he waited for you to give him a nod of consent.

your head fell back against the sand as he slipped inside of you, his cock burying itself in your cervix.

“fuck!” you practically screamed out, feeling neteyam bite on your shoulder.

he felt your pussy clenching around him as you adjusted, the motion causing his head to ring.

within seconds, he was rutting his hips into yours. you were a moaning mess, nails digging at his back.

“take that fucking dick,” he said. the pleasure was too much as you tried to push back.

he grabbed your body, holding you tightly against him so you couldn’t move.

he was panting against you, looking into your eyes as you pulled him into you again. you kissed him feverishly, thrusting your hips upwards to get him deeper.

“you’re never going to find anyone better than me. got that?” he said between thrusts.

you whined, nodding against him.

“say it.” he gritted out.

“i’m never going to find anyone better than you, neteyam!” you screamed out as he rubbed your clit.

“i’m going to put a fucking baby in this little cunt, okay?” he said.

“yesssss…” you were being fucked dumb on his cock, not even hearing what he was saying.

“you want me to give you my babies?”

“yes, give me your babies!”

“who’s this pussy belong to?” he asked, his ears perking up as he was yunoi looking out of his pod. neteyam smirked as he rubbed your clit faster.

your limbs were practically attached to his, legs gripping onto his waist.

“answer me, y/n.” neteyam made sure to say your name loudly so yunoi could hear.

“it’s yours! my pussy is yours, neteyam!” you were so close to cumming, you were panting against him.

“cum on my cock, baby. i’ve got you.” neteyam held your hips as he came in you, your pussy convulsing against him as your eyes rolled back.

you were shaking, dizzy, and panting as you were up with eywa for a few moments.

when things seemed to calm down, neteyam pulled you against him.

“i’m sorry, ma y/n. i should’ve listened to you.”

he buried himself into your neck and collarbone as you pet his hair.

“it is okay. let’s just promise not to do it again, yeah?”

neteyam nodded against you.

➽─────────────────❥

the next morning, the village was confused to see you and neteyam all lovey again.

“what is happening?” yunoi’s friend, latiska, asked.

yunoi was scowling, but he knew his place now.

——

tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

[yomica12345]

Logan closed his eyes, exhaling slowly.

This was it.

He was finally taking his dreamer’s license test—a chance to prove, once and for all, that his methods were superior to Roman’s reckless improvisation. That precision, not flair, was the key to success. He just hoped the scenario wouldn’t be as ridiculous as Roman’s had been. Watching Roman fumble through a naked-at-work dream had been entertaining, if not mildly mortifying on his behalf. Logan, however, had no desire to experience something so absurd.

No, he could handle anything else. Anything at all. Or so he thought.

The moment he fell asleep, his surroundings swirled into something entirely different. Gone was the brightly colored pod he had entered moments ago. In its place was a carefully constructed garden scene. But this wasn’t just any garden. It was familiar. Painfully familiar.

Logan’s stomach dropped.

Of all dreams, why did it have to be this one? A dream so vivid, so personal, because it was one he had dreamt before.

Logan cursed, squeezing his eyes shut. He willed himself to wake up, his voice barely above a whisper. “Come on. Anything else, please.” The words fell on deaf ears. This couldn’t be happening—not now, not with Roman undoubtedly watching the scene unfold from a monitor in reality.

“Logan?”

His breath hitched at the voice.

A gentle hand cupped his cheek, pulling him back into the dream. “Are you alright?”

Logan’s heart thundered as the sounds of skittering parasites edged closer, like shadows hungry for chaos. But all his focus narrowed to the warmth of Roman’s touch.

“I—I’m fine,” Logan stammered, flinching at the way his voice betrayed him. His mind screamed at him to regain composure, to think. He swallowed hard and opened his eyes.

Roman sat beside him on a white bench, his usual training uniform replaced with princely attire—white and red, embroidered in a way only Roman’s dream-self could imagine. His expression softened with quiet concern as he studied Logan.

“Are you sure?”

Logan cleared his throat, his face heating as he pushed himself up to his feet. “Yes. I am perfectly fine. I—”

Roman caught his hand before he could turn away. The unexpected contact caused Logan to pause.

“Logan,” Roman said, his voice gentler now, “there’s something I wanted to tell you.”

“Now is not the time,” Logan blurted, but his words faltered as Roman squeezed his hand.

Roman stood, stepping closer. His brown eyes held Logan’s, brimming with something unspoken. “I know we have our differences—many differences, in fact—but…” He chuckled, raising a hand to his neck. “You’re brilliant. Clever. Infuriatingly so, sometimes. But you’ve always been there for me. You’ve kept me grounded, kept me from doing anything stupid.” His lips quirked into a softer smile. “So… thank you.”

Logan’s heart raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess. “Of course,” he managed, bowing his head awkwardly. “I… appreciate your gratitude.”

Roman reached up to fix a strand of Logan’s hair, his fingers lingering for a moment. His voice dropped to a near whisper. “Logan, I…” He hesitated, his eyes flicking down to Logan’s lips before leaning closer, his cheeks dusted with pink.

Logan’s breath hitched as Roman’s face hovered inches from his own. His pulse pounded in his ears. Why did this dream feel so real?

Roman’s lips were almost brushing Logan’s when he spoke again, his words catching Logan entirely off guard. “I want you to be my dream guard partner.”

Logan blinked, his thoughts screeching to a halt. “Your… dream guard partner?”

Roman stepped back, releasing Logan’s hand with a smirk. “Is that not what you expected, Teach?”

Logan’s face flushed a deep red, the color creeping all the way to his ears. “You… You got in my pod... You’ve been here the whole time?”

“Pretty much.” Roman shrugged, summoning a sword as a parasite screeched toward them. With one smooth motion, he sliced it into a puff of smoke.

Logan’s eyebrows furrowed, his frustration bubbling over. “But this is my test. You’re sabotaging my test.”

“They’re testing us as a duo now,” Roman said, shrugging again as he dispatched another parasite. “You gonna help me with these pests, or what?”

Logan conjured traps around them, his glare sharp enough to cut. “With you actually here, how are we supposed to keep this dream uninterrupted?”

Roman smirked, stepping closer. “That’s simple. Obviously, they’re part of the dream. We just have to play our parts in it.”

“Our parts?” Logan snapped another trap shut on a beetle-like parasite, his annoyance mounting.

Roman grabbed Logan by the waist, pulling him closer as he destroyed a few more parasites with a snap of his fingers. “Just tell me how this dream ends.”

Logan summoned a blaster, firing small, chemical-laden projectiles at the remaining enemies. “I… I believe you already know how.”

Roman’s grin widened, his tone playful. “Do I? I’m not so sure I do.”

The last parasite screeched and dissolved in the distance, leaving the garden eerily quiet. Logan lowered his blaster with a huff.

“Roman, if you’re not going to—” Logan started, but the words died on his lips as Roman kissed him.

The garden dissolved into a cascade of bright light, signaling the end of the dream.

Logan opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the dim light of the pod. The soft hum of the machines was the first thing he registered, a quiet reminder that this had all been a test. Roman, curled beside him, stirred slightly, his arms still draped over Logan’s. As Logan moved to pull away and open the pod, Roman’s hand tightened on his shirt, drawing him back.

Without a word, Roman pulled him into another kiss—this one deeper, more earnest. More real.

Logan held the kiss, letting the sensation of it wash over him until the soft hiss of the pod opening snapped him back to reality. He swiftly pulled away, smoothing out his uniform with a flustered breath, his heart still pounding in his chest.

From the side, Remus giggled, a mischievous grin spread across his face. "Took you two long enough."

Janus rolled his eyes from his place behind Remus. “We thought you’d never get together.”

Logan sat up. Despite the chaotic nature the test had taken on he found himself relieved things had gone the way they did. Relieved Roman now knew about his feelings—that he felt the same way. He smiled softly. 

Relieved that it hadn’t all just been a dream.

[wolven91]

An Embellished Tale

When the taurian ship crashed, Evelyn had done what she thought anyone else would do.

Rather than escape, she'd tried to help.

The first and only other life pod the human could get to, thanks to the bulkheads locking down, was one that contained Lord Xeet.

He had obviously woken in his pod, but the front of the capsule hadn't released. Without the system feeding him oxygen anymore, it sounded like he had begun to panic. He could probably taste the air within the pod getting thin.

== 0 ==

When Lord Xeet retold his story later, he would explain that the large 'brute' of a woman had stomped out of the smoke and with her bare hands; torn open the pod, pulled him free with her mighty arms and kissed him there and then against the ship's decking in a toe curling, passionate embrace that he, embarrassingly, returned out of pure gratefulness. So overcome was she at his beauty that she'd pulled him to herself and whispered her undying love for him within the first breaking off of their initial kiss.

"She saved my life in that moment, and I became hers." He would wistfully recount, eyes misty and far away for the crowd that surrounded him.

== 0 ==

To Evelyn, she had found a crowbar, jammed it into the side of the capsule and pried the damn thing open with no small amount of effort. When she got it open, the admittedly beautiful and slender, taurian seemed to have passed out. He was unmoving and had his eyes closed. Evelyn removed him as gently as she could from the broken pod, placed him onto the floor and when she found he wasn't breathing; attempted to give mouth to mouth.

The moment their lips touched; however, his arms latched around the back of Evelyn's neck! She had instinctively pulled away, but that merely pulled the taurian up and into her lap as she fell backways while he peppered her face with pecks and kisses, gasping thanks and begging for saving.

It was only when he pulled away to say something further that Evelyn got the leverage to pry herself away and escape, shoving him onto the metal floor.

== 0 ==

"Oh, she was amazing. She looked me dead in the eyes and growled 'we need to get out of here..'" Lord Xeet would tremble as he retold the tale, putting on a dramatic, gravelly voice to 'oohs' and 'aah's from his listeners.

== 0 ==

"I think. I think we need to get out of here... sir." Evelyn had said, standing back up and looking around at the leaks that had made themselves known. Water had begun to stream down the walls in places.

Ignoring that she knew taurian males were delicate and prone to dramatic outburst not to mention having odd notions of what was normal. She supposed if the roles were reversed, would the dashing hero get a kiss from the damsel in distress?

With a mental shrug, she offered a hand to help him up.

== 0 ==

"She hauled me up onto her shoulder without a word! She was like an animal! A barbarian! Oh! That human was an 'alpha' alright." He would close his eyes during this part of the story, touching the curve of his neck at the memory.

To the surrounding crowd of male nobility, despite not being there, the mere story was scandalous, and they lapped it up and hid their redding faces with their hand fans.

=== 0 ===

The taurian had grabbed her offered hand and launched himself up and onto her shoulders with explosive and frankly impressive leg strength, wrapping his legs around her shoulders and torso. Evelyn's face was briefly blinded by his scrabbling hands and arms as he kept himself up over the back of Evelyn's neck away from the slowly rising water. His hands unintentionally grabbed the hair at the back of her head as he settled himself. It was like being assaulted by a particularly scared cat.

"Yes! Rescue me, my hero! Rescue me!" He cried, the entire time.

"Get off you nutter! We're going to drown!"

== 0 ==

"But we weren't out of the depths yet. For all her strength! For all her courage! The poor savage couldn't escape our doom. I had to whisper to her, to tame the beast that she was. Oh, she was brave! She said she'd be brave for me. For her love!" He held his hand over his heart, his eyes swept heavenward, whilst the small crowd of his gentlemen in waiting and other guests all listened with eager ears.

== 0 ==

"Look, I can't breathe under water, nor can I see." Evelyn explained to the still 'latched on' alien that was still holding her neck and head hostage. She had swung her quite violently about without success of removing him and bar running at a wall she was out of ideas and running out of time. Any other time, Evelyn would have found this whole thing funny, but weirdly drowning took priority.

"I need your help."

"Lord Xeet."

"What?"

"Say; 'I need your help, Lord Xeet'."

"We're going to drown and you're making me 'repeat after me'."

"Quite."

Evelyn stared up and the obviously tickled pink alien for several seconds, trying to burn a hole through his head with her eyes. He didn't budge.

"I need your help, Lord Xeet."

His arms squeezed.

"Again."

"I need your help, Lord Xeet!"

Another squeeze and his hands gripped her tighter.

"Again!"

"I need your help Lord Xeet, please!"

"Louder!"

"Goddamnit!"

== 0 ==

"I eventually calmed the beast enough to let me find a small opening beneath the rising waters. I swam ahead while she held onto me. She would have been lost if not for my help. When we reached the surface, the lifeboats dragged her from the water." His gaze was cast downwards now as he remembered a hard memory.

"They were worried about her. She had been under for too long. But I whispered to her, to come back to her love." He smiled impishly around at the large crowd now.

"And she did, her love for me guided her home!"

== 0 ==

The air from the surface was sweeter than any air Evelyn had enjoyed before. She was immediately nearly drowned once more as after gulping in his own air, Lord Xeet wrapped himself around her shoulders and began trying to kiss her once more. Without full motion of her arms, Evelyn sank beneath the water.

Thankfully the lifeboats had hooks on the end of sticks, she caught one and another got an article of her clothing.

Dragged back up to the surface, she was bodily pulled from the water with the mammalian alien still attached and pawing at his 'saviour'.

He had immediately regaled the lifeboat with a very doctored version of the story, and while her 'heroics' got her praise, the human was treated as a 'noble beast' by the nobility rather than a 'dashing hero' that she'd mildly hoped for. Thankfully any non-taurian that heard the tale gave her a look that told Evelyn that they knew the actual story.

Evelyn shrugged as she watched her husband of five years retell the tale of their meeting once more as he did every year at their anniversary party he had in his mansion. The nobility that surrounded him ooh'd and aah'd and we're quite adept at the whole pantomime. Evelyn slugged the alcoholic drink she held in her hand and was immediately offered another by the various servants that patrolled the gala.

At least when she wanted out of a conversation, she just had to start grunting or metaphorically dragging her fists along the floor, and nobody thought twice about it as she just walked away.

[deseraethesimp]

Professor & His assistant

Prof!Simon Riley & Afab!reader

Wanings: A little age gap, oral (fem reciving), pure nsfw

This was kinda short, and I might’ve not spell checked it...

                                         ꧁•⊹٭!!Minors DNI!!٭⊹•꧂

You were always somehow the teachers pet, no matter how much trouble you have gotten into. You decided to be a teacher...Assistant, but it wasn’t to bad, Mr.Riley was very funny once you had gotten close.

You were in your little business casual outfit, and he loved the way it lightly hugged your curves and every imperfection that he needed to touch. Today he was letting you teach a topic you really liked and always talked about, while you were standing at the lecture stand and he was staring where ever he could. you knew it to, the way he secretly drooled over those tits, ass, thighs, face, hair, eyes, ANYWHERE. You were finished, Class was over you were worn out mentally. You put in your air-pods and began listening to music, you bent over to grab your bag and Simon saw a peak of your panties. He knew it was perverted but something about that made him painfully hard, you grabbed your stuff and walked to him. “Mr. Riley?” he looked at you “Yes Y/n?” “today was really fun but I’m worn out” your laugh made him blush a bit. You and him made conversation when he asked “Do you wanna come to my place” you were so confused but you perked up and smiled “Ofc!” you nudged him a bit “are we gonna talk about boys and do each others hair~?” He smiled a bit                                               ~LATER~

You were on your phone listening to music off one airpod, wearing some pj pants and a tight shirt. He was just watching TV, texting someone..You got up and hopped on him “SOoooOO who ya texting that’s gotta be sooo secretive sir?” he heard the music from your airpod and you smiled “Is it a girl” you gasped “IS SHE PRETTY??” you continued questioning him before he finally answered “Its one of my friends from the military before I had to leave” your eyes widened “You were in the military? Is that why your strong, or you have that tattoo? Or your so muscular, o-” he put his hand over your mouth “Never knew you were so curious” he sighed “Yes to all your silly questions” His thick accent..how big he was compared to you, the way he looked at you, how small you were on one thigh. All of this hit you in one wave of arousal and you moved your hips back and fourth one time. Maybe he didn’t notice luckily? You wrapped your hands around his wrist and pulled his hand off your mouth. “Their not silly!” you rolled your eyes “I think as a little teachers pet I could be curious?”  he smiled a little bit “Yeah a little too curious luvie” his hands slowly trecked down to your hips.

You began moving back and fourth slowly, whining softly, his hands moving all around you. Their was a cum stain in your panties now after getting off, Simon pushed you down on the couch. Your back hitting the cushions, he slowly slid off your pants and panties. Your inner thighs and cunt covered in slick and your own cum now, he licked a small stripe up. You clasped your thighs together, ringing his head like a bell hips bucking up “S-sorry I’m super sensi-” He had no time to talk or no way to talk being muffled. He was eating you out like a starved man, Overstimulating you to the brink of seeing outer space. He lifted up cover in every liquid he made come out, he quickly grabbed his phone taking a picture of you. Bottom half exposed in a bra, he had the flash on you covered your face and turned to the side.

He took very good care of you and made you his Home screen but only the face part. With your sweaty hands and messed up hair...He smiled everytime he saw it. He fed you some very good food, you didn’t know what it is but you listened to music and fell alseep after being worn out

BONUS: The next day, even though he didn’t pound your guts like you hoped your legs were still jello. Due to it being your first time being touched by someone who wasn’t your hands. You still think about it in class, though it hurts to walk you still made it. He practically laughed in your face when he looked at you with a shit eating grin.

YALL IM SO FUCKIN PROUD OF MYSELF THIS IS MY LONGEST PEICE OF WRITING TAKING ME 2 FULL HOURS YAYYY!!! - Xoxo Desi Boo

[geminibsworld]

flower

summary: fb!tom tries not to fall for his fwb

warning: NO MINORS, 18+ sexual content, pinv(girl is on bc), cussing, tension, maybe mentions or use of drinking and smoking, angst, fluff, mostly sexual lollll, romance obvi, mental health/meds, slow burn, slight violence, slight tw, daddy!kink (sorry lol)

part 2 is called princess peach (there will be many parts) check my masterlist

the rain smacked against the windows. she sighed, staring ahead whilst listening to suic*de boys. the windshield wipers squeaking loudly, she sighed again. her lilac hair sat on her back, her aqua eyes bright as she stared ahead waiting for the light to turn green so she can start her day. she blew air from her mouth to change the song to superman by Eminem.

the light changed green, she pressed on the peddle and the car moved forward. she thought about how her boyfriend didn't make her feel the way the song made her feel. she wanted to feel the way this song made her feel. she wanted to feel wrecked, withering, ANYTHING. instead her boyfriend was plain vanilla, didn't care if she finished or not. it was quite boring to her. her long manicured nails tapped against the wheel while she was waiting to pull into school. the butterflies and stars tattooed on her hands stared at her.

she pulled into the sad parking lot and parked her car in the back, away from everyone. she didn't have friends, she had a friend and a boyfriend. people didn't like her often enough, everyone says she's a bitch. sure, she could be friendly but people have ruined her spirit for years. her family, old friends, old lovers, these people have ruined things in her life that's made her hate her existence. her white vans below her as she waltzed into the high-school, everyday everyone stares at her. they call her a whore, a slut, cock eater, etc whatever anyone could think of it's been towards her. she was taken out of thought, when someone tall bumped into her and her airpod fell to the ground. the music stopped and she looked up, a tall man with the bluest of blue eyes she's seen and brown wavy hair. she didn't realize she was gawking at him till she heard a laugh.

"I said, I'm sorry. are you alright?" he asked her, eyes peering into her.

she grabbed the pod and mumbled a quick, "yes, thanks."

"how come I've never seen you before?" he asked smirking down at her. she rolled her eyes, of course, she thought.

"I don't know, and I don't care, now excuse I'm going to be late and you've done enough already." she sighed, his brows furrowed his lips parted, his eyes watching her.

she went to walk away, but tom grabbed her wrist and said, "ya know, you have a fat ass right?" he was smirking at her, his plump pink lips parting slightly.

"fuck you, and next time you say something to me I'll fuck you up. don't think I'm scared of no man." she sneered at him, he raised his brows.

the bell went off signaling first period was starting. she cursed under her breath walking away from him. he stared at her imagining what it would be like to be closer with her. he watched her hips sway as she walked, her long lilac blonde hair went down to her ass, he imagined what it would be like to touch her hair. wrapping it around his hand, pulling her head back while plunging into her from the back, her fat ass bouncing against him.

*

it was lunch, skye sat with her boyfriend and her best friend. she stared ahead as that boy stared back at her from the other table. the chatter going on around her, her boyfriend and best friend going on about the new hunger games movie. his blue eyes pouring into yours, she felt a feeling she'd never felt before. it was in the bottom of her stomach, warm with butterflies.

"skye? you good?" you snapped out of it. she looked up to see her boyfriend, Jessie, staring back at her, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed, brown eyes staring at you.

"yeah, why?" she sighed, blinking. she looked and saw, that boy was gone. she didn't know who he was or why he was staring at her but she wanted no part.

"girl, you're all spacey and shit." Elizabeth, laughed. she flicked her black hair over her shoulder, her tan hand tapped skyes.

"I'm just chilling, why are yall worried? I'm good, just shit on my mind. not important, don't worry." skye grumbled, crossing her arms and leaning back.

"are things bad again? are you off your meds again skye??" Jessie spoke, concern and annoyance lacing his tone.

here we go again. skye sighed, loudly and laid her head down on the cold table. she closes her eyes, and breathes.

"please drop it. I'm fine." skye said in annoyed tone.

suddenly, skye sat up. grabbed her tray of food she barely touched, and walked away. she dumped the tray, and grabbed her airpods. sublime playing as she walked to her next class.

she walked down the hallway and turned a corner, once again bumping into a tall man. both pods fell out, and she looked up at him. he towered over her, she was short already but this made her feel even smaller.

he smirked down at her, noticing her taking all of him in.

"we've got to stop meeting like this, flower." his voice, smooth like honey.

skye scrambled to grab her things whilst ignoring him. she stood up, and began to walk away as he grabbed her uncovered wrist. his large hand warm and calloused. she slightly gasped but cleared her throat to cover it up. she yanked her hand away, and glared at him.

"I don't wanna 'meet you' at all, whoever you are, which by the way, I don't give a fuck. so get out of my way or I'll fuck you up." she began to back up and move around him, going to the left side picking up her pace.

"hey, woah woah wait up!" she heard behind her,' go the fuck away' she grumbled to herself.

he came up and pulled her hair from behind, the feeling it gave her was out of this world. it hurt mostly definitely, but felt so good at the same time. right amount of pressure. his large hand wrapped in her hair, her aqua colored eyes and pink cheeks staring back at him, her pink plump lips a gape.

"huh, interesting." tom let out a laugh, and let go. she cleared her throat, embarrassed.

"d-dont fucking touch me again or I'll cut off your fingers." she cursed to herself noticing the stutter. she had this feeling in the pit of her stomach. she was aching, she'd only know this feeling when she started having sex. that aching, burning, wanting, feeling. she never gets that with Jessie. never, ever.

"you didn't seem to mind all that much, flower." he smirked down at her, he admired how small she was. she was thick where it counted that's forsure, he thought to himself.

skye ignored the feelings she was having and rolled her eyes at him.

"don't fucking call me flower," she seethed, angry he made her feel that way. her boyfriend should make her feel that way, but he doesn't but that doesn't mean she's going to do whatever she wants.

"well, flower," he smirked, "I'm tom blyth, and I think you are so fucking attractive."

she stared blankly at him, then walked away. he followed her, closely. why is he following me? skye was getting annoyed because she made it clear she wasn't interested and dude doesn't get it.

suddenly tom was taken out of a trance, her ass stopped jiggling, and he was looking into skyes eyes. she was upset, aw how cute he thought. they were outside the classroom, the problem was the door was locked. she couldn't escape him, she's going to have to make him go away on her own.

"what the fuck do you want? I've made it literally crystal clear I don't want to know you and I'm definitely not fucking interested in you. I have a boyfriend, and I don't like you." she was clearly pissed off, but tom was too busy scanning all over her.

"unbelievable." she scoffed, "of course you're not listening."

tom laughed, his smile bright, his plump lips etched into a grin.

"of course I'm listening. I heard every word you said, I don't care if you have a boyfriend, flower."

she wanted to hit him, punch him, scratch him, push him, etc. skye has anger issues, no one knows where they came from. she goes into a rage so easily, and she releases it physically. getting off was her favorite way, but unfortunately she's never done it to herself and her boyfriend only helps slightly. skye has pent up rage, she bottles herself up and explodes rather than talk about how she's feeling.

"i hope you get hit by a car when you walk out the school," skye said, anger lacing her voice. she was basically spitting at him.

he leaned forward, his warm breath on her ear, she shivered ever so slightly so he couldn't see, but he still noticed. he smirked before saying, "you can hit me with your car, it would be an honor."

she cleared her throat, seeing the teacher finally headed their way. she stepped back, glaring at tom. he chuckled, putting his hands in his Grey Hoodie pocket.

"Hi, Mr. Garfield. how are you this fine day?" tom asked, smiling kindly at the older man.

"m'okay, how about yourself, Mr. blyth? you're not bothering skye right?" Garfield let out a dry laugh, unlocking the door. skye rushed in finding a seat in the back, away from everyone.

other students began filling the room, tom and Garfield still talking till the bell rang. his tall frame exited their classroom before taking one more glance at skye. her name was skye, I'm still going to call her flower, he thought to himself smirking.

*

she threw back the shot of tequila, wincing at the stinging. she's at a party with her friend, Elizabeth, she forced her to come to this. skye doesn't mind as long as she can get fucked up in peace.

she threw back a couple more shots, feeling good enough, she made her way to the floor holding Elizabeth's hand. once she pulled her to the middle, they were dancing to some indie song. she Levi shorts riding up higher as she swayed her hips,her hair flipping everywhere. she was laughing and staring up at the ceiling, the floor vibrated and she was alone in the world again. her flannel fell off her shoulder, she whipped her hair around as she danced.

Elizabeth ran off with some guy leaving skye alone. she walked upstairs, to find a bathroom. she climbed the stairs, looking over the railing she saw tom. he was laughing with a bunch of people she'd never seen before. he must be a grade older, she thought.

tom felt eyes on him, he looked at her as skye looked away and scurried up the stairs. she looked hot tonight, very Tumblr looking. suits her hair, he thought.

"I'll be back, gonna find a bathroom," he told his friends, they nodded and continued on as he went up the stairs. he didn't see her anywhere, he passed people and knocked on every door. almost every door locked, when he found one unlocked, he turned the knob and opened it. he had found her, she was sitting on a bed staring out the window, at the night sky.

her flannel was gone, he looked as the wind caused goosebumps on her porcelain skin. he wanted to give her goosebumps, in every way. he wondered what the rest of her looked like, he imagined her porcelain tattooed skin in the sunlight, waking up next to her after making her cum all night. her swollen pink lips, letting out small breaths, her lilac hair eyewhere, spread out on the pillow in knots from his hands.

"leave me the fuck alone" her voice snapped him out of his trance. he almost laughed out loud, she doesn't know him.

"why? you gonna cut my fingers off, flower?" he sneered, his gaze pouring into her. she stared back at him, she had to feel this burning feeling too right?

she blew smoke from her vape out of her mouth.

"I'll cut something off, yeah" she grumbled turning away. he laughed out loud this time, she snapped towards him.

"not joking, asshole," she breathed, annoyed she wasn't alone and wasn't drunk anymore.

"I'd let you do anything you'd want to if it meant you'd touch me," he smirked, "I've heard rumors about you. you're a good fuck and suck, I've heard."

she stood up and put back on her flannel, suddenly feeling embarrassed and needed to cover herself. she crossed her arms, and marched up to him. suddenly, her hand flew to his face, punching him in the eye. she gasped, as he immediately groaned and almost fell.

"oh my God, I-I am s-so sorry," she breathed crouching down in front of him. he sighed holding his right eye mumbling under his breath.

skye immediately felt bad, she hadn't been physical with anyone in a very long time. she goes to therapy for her anger. she never wanted to hurt anyone, ever. she blacks out, and it's not pretty.

"I am so sorry tom," skye sighed, placing her hand on his. he glared at her, before sighing and standing up.

"you know my name?" he asked, looking curiously at her. he pulled his hand away, there was a small bruise by his right eye. his wavy brown hair a mess, slight shadow around his mouth making his lips look even more pinker. she could smell him, he smelt intoxicating. suddenly, she realized she was just breathing in his scent not saying anything.

"u-uh, yeah. I heard at garfields," skye finally breathed out, feeling that feeling again. she wanted nothing more than to have him take her right there, but she couldn't.

he noticed the way she was blushing staring at him. all he could think about was how she smelled like cherries, and vanilla. he wanted to inhale her, in everyway.

"nice to meet you, skye," he smirked, she nodded at him.

"what happened to flower?" she slightly smirked at him, he moved closer to her wanting to touch her ever so slightly. the tension in the room was thick, they both felt it. he leaned down to her ear and said, "which one do you want, princess?"

cold chills spread across her whole body, her lower body started pulsating. she was so turned on for no reason. she wanted him forsure, and he definitely wanted her. but she could never, maybe in a different scenario. but God damn, she was turned on more than ever. her breathing was unsteady, as she took in his smell and how he said princess. she wanted him to take her right then and there, as hard as he could, she had heard rumors that he had a big cock. she got wet at the idea of it, she shook her head.

she stepped back, 2 steps. leaving a safe amount of space since she doesn't trust herself at the moment, she itched her head with her nails before walking towards the door. she looked back at him out of breath, he was watching her. taking all of her in.

"I'll be thinking about those pretty little hands on my cock later," he said, nonchalantly smirking at her reaction.

her eyes widened, before she could respond her cheeks went red. she was soaked, she couldn't help it. she hadn't had sex in weeks, and her boyfriend doesn't satisfy her. he's slow and soft and gentle, not her style at all. she gulped turning towards the door, opening it and running out.

*

Monday morning. she left the gym in a rush, her legs aching. today was leg day, her shorts rode up her thighs exposing some small tattoos she did herself. she pulled her large hoodie over her, and quickly decided to switch to leggings hefore heading inside the school. she couldn't help how she felt about tom, he is possibly the prettiest man she's ever seen. she touched herself to him all weekend, she quite literally couldn't help it, probably.

tom jerked off every night thinking about her. his large calloused hands, rubbing his cock thinking about the image of her. her body spread out on his bed, imagining what her pale body looked like. he knew her ass was fat, that was obvious. she seemed to have a small chest, and a very tight waist. from what he could tell, she was extremely fit and took care of herself. he liked that. he thought about her face, her plump fat pink lips, letting out small whimpers as he touched her. 'daddy,' she would cry out, he cums at the thought very fast.

he sat in the back of class thinking about her. his cock getting hard, bulging in his sweatpants. "fuck," he mumbled, adjusting himself. he pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly to distract himself. he found her on Instagram, he decided to stalk her, just slight stalking the normal.

"insane", he smiled to himself.

"fuck cancer"

"ur mom"

he sighed, she's so gorgeous. her lips would look so pretty around his cock he thought. he turned off his phone before, getting up and leaving the classroom. the bell rang not even a second later, he needed to talk to her .

she sighed, seeing as tom was coming to her and she couldn't do that right now. she's had the worst anxiety all day, she just wants to be alone. he smirked at her, she gulped pink spreading across her face.

they made their way to each other, she kept her face low, hiding with her hood up. he stared at her, she seemed off.

"flower, you seem down today. what's wrong?" his brows furrowed, concern spread across his face. his blue eyes searched hers, for some type of response.

"this is the first time we've talked all day. do you think I'm stupid? please don't act like you give any of a shit, we know you wanna get into my pants," she stated, staring at him with no emotion. he scoffed, why is she always like this?

"I'm trying to check on you, you don't have to be a bitch 24/7" he snapped, skye rolled her eyes walking away. he followed her of course.

"yeah I do, people leave me alone that way," she mumbled, before turning walking out the doors.

he still followed her, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

"I don't want to leave you alone," tom breathed, she leaned against her car, his right arm above her and he looking down at her. she breathed in, his intoxicating smell taking over once again.

he noticed her eyes closing ever so slightly.

"you okay flower?" he asked, his warm breath fanned over her face. she sniffed, before nodding.

"yes, now please move. I want to leave," he obliged. she got in her car, smiling tightly at him before driving off.

*

she was drunk again, worse than last time a real fucking mess. she was wearing a short black dress that barely covered anything, and ripped tights. the room was spinning and she kept drinking. she was dancing her heart out, when she bumped into someone. she recognized that scent anywhere. it was tom, she turned around.

his fluffy hair in messy waves, the hair had grown in more on his face making him look older. she searched him everywhere, he wore a button up with 4 buttons undone, black jeans,and black converse. his sleeves rolled up at his elbows, she looked at his arms and hands, so veiny and large.

"hey flower," he smirked down at her. she gulped she couldn't do this, not now. she couldn't control herself.

"H-hi," she breathed out finally, he laughed. the room colorful with the speakers shaking the house. she enjoyed seeing the colors, most of all she enjoyed seeing him.

suddenly before the conversation ended, she felt a hand on her back. Jessie, of course.

"Hi baby," you felt lips on your cheek, you watched tom. he didn't react.

"who's this?" Jessie asked, his breath smacking your ear.

"tom, meet Jessie, Jessie meet tom," you gestured to each other, Jessie stuck out his hand but tom ignored him. his eyes stayed on skye for a moment before he smirked and shook his hand.

"nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you," tom smirked, teasingly. Jessie didn't even notice, he really thought that could be true.

Jessie beamed, wrapping a protective arm around her waist, she didn't move. tom noticed, he laughed before saying, "does anyone want a drink?"

"oh I would love a drink," skye slurred slightly, tom laughed and decided she'll be fine with no more. he wanted her safe.

"okay anyone but skye," tom smirked again, Jessie laughed.

"man just get her something to drink, shes more relaxed for later," Jessie, smirked, winking at Tom laughing slightly. Tom's chest tighted.

"huh??" he asked, Jessie let go of skye so tom could hear him. Jessie stepped forward Tom's frame much bigger than his, Tom's nostrils flared at this thought.

"she's more relaxed when we have sex, usually when she's drunk I don't even need to ask. I just do," Jessie smirked, laughing. tom didn't think that was funny at all, his flared nostrils and his blue eyes now angry. he stared at Jessie, he wanted to hurt him.

*

she picked at her ripped jeans in class, anxiously tapping her leg on the ground, her nails scatching her skin slightly, leaving marks. she woke up to Jessie trying to touch her while she was passed out drunk, she screamed and kicked the shit out of him and dumped him on the spot. she was definitely sad but anxious and done.

tom found out about the break up, tom decided to beat the shit out of Jessie after school today. tom decided to ask Jessie to come look at his car, said something was wrong with it before shoving Jessie into the car and kicking his stomach several times finally spitting on him and calling him scum.

he caught skye on the way out, she looked like a mess but she's still beautiful of course.

"hey flower," he smirked uo at her, she nodded.

"Hi tom," she said, blankly. he stared at her, he just wanted to Hug her and make her okay.

"would you like to come over today and watch movies?" tom asked, hopeful it sounded innocent enough. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"I guess, let me go home and change," she said with a tight lipped smile, he smiled to himself.

"cool, here's my phone for your number so I can text you the address or I can come get you?" he said the last part like he was asking her, she took his phone and put in a number.

"I'll drive, don't worry about it," she breathed, leaning her head back against the car seat. tom smiled and nodded.

*

she pulled up to an apartment, I guess his family and him live in an apartment she thought to herself. she drove to the building number before turning off her engine. the snow crunched beneath her feet when she walked to his building. his door was on the first floor, she sighed and knocked on the door.

the door swung open, stood there was tom, in a red hat and underwear. tight black underwear. it's cold outside, why is he still huge?

she didn't realize she was staring at him till his hand waved in front of her face. she looked up at his, standing there he leaned against the door on the left side, arms crossed, smirking and admiring her for totally checking him out,

"flower," he smirked, the hair around his mouth barely peaking through, his wavy hair peaked out from underneath the hat.

"tom," her heart pounded, she wanted to be pounded by him, so bad.

"come on in, flower," his voice smooth, she nodded going inside his warm home. the first thing she noticed was that smell, and that feeling was happening all over again. she felt dizzy, but in the best way.

"can I take your coat?" he asked her, eyes burning into her. he had pants on now, but still shirtless. his body was truly so beautiful, his waist was snatched and his chest and arms were so large. she shuddered her thoughts away.

she nodded, giving him her coat and leaning down to take off her shoes. she watched him from behind, his back flexed barely moving to put her coat up on a coat hanger.

"what are we watching?" she asked, looking around his home. it a studio apartment, a red brick wall on the right side, his TV sat in front of it. plants spread out throughout his place, his curtains a white see through, his couch was a dark brown sectional. he had paintings spread out on the other wall, they were all nature scenes.

his large bed sat in the corner, very messy not made in the slightest. two pillows sat on one side with a black sheet only. the sun shined down through the windows on the bed, skye blinked before thoughts could invade her mind.

"uh, I figured we could watch a horror movie," his voice echoed, as he came walking out of the small kitchen area. he stared at her as she looked around, she felt her eyes on him.

"sure,"

*

the tension was so thick in the room, skye felt like she was hyperventilating. they sat close, their thighs touching, arms at their sides.

"so-uh, where is your family?" skye asked, startling tom. he was in deep thought, thinking about what it would be like to tease her and please her. he looked up at her, their eyes met.

"well, I'm of age so I don't need them," he laughed, his eyes bright staring into her.

skye nodded, she stared at the screen again.

"so I have a proposition for you," she looked at him, him smirking at her once again.

"obviously you notice the tension here, why don't we ya know do something about it? if we like it we can do it again?" skye stared at him, mouth slightly agape. he laughed, a very melodic sound.

"are you joking?" skye voice, laced with annoyance. he still smirking at her, he turned his body towards her. she gulped, ever so slightly and turned towards him.

"never," chills erupted on her skin, she shook her head. I mean it wouldn't be terrible, and it would be a one time thing if so, I can't imagine I'd enjoy it that much. he is right, she's touched herself to the thought of him almost everytime she has time, she's soaked now just sitting next to him.

his eyes bored into her, his hand slowly coming up to her face. his large hands calloused, and warm, grabs her face on both sides. she gasped, that familiar feeling bubbling up. her cheeks began to pink, he knew what she was feeling because he felt it too. he leaned forward and kissed her. just once, just a taste.

his lips, soft and plump pressed against hers. she pulled away, as far as possible. she sighed and shook her head. looking away from his gaze, she could feel him staring at her.

his eyes watched her, she won't look at him. that feeling, he wanted more. he was hungry for her. she was too, and they both knew it.

edit: part 2 is princess peach and part 3 is blue Jean baby

[badasmuse]

“Old Ass”

Simon Dominic x Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MDNI) language, lowercase intended, penetration, oral m!receiving, protected sex, reader is impulsive

Summary: you’re a new artist at aomg and you become besties with simon. yet you end up making fun of his age and that gets you in a tough spot. not like you don’t like it tho

a/n: look yall, there is not enough simon dominic content on this app. it’s time for me to make it. for the smdc girlies🤞🏼

“everyone please welcome AOMG’s new artist, choi y/n. she- where is simon?” the ceo asked.

“i’m here i’m here.” he ran up bending over slightly, hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. “i was in the bathroom you were taking all day.”

“old ass.” devita mumbles, ducking when simon swatted at her.

“this is choi y/n. since you were late, you get to look after her.” he moves you in front of simon gently. “show her around, give her what she needs, make sure she’s comfortable. okay bye.” he walks away.

the other artists disperse and simon sighs, “hey i’m simon. sorry about that.”

you nod, bowing slightly, “no problem. i’m y/n. can i just.. not to fangirl, but you are my favorite aomg rapper.”

simon smiles, “well see now i like you. let’s go i’ll give you a tour of the building.”

he guided you gently with a hand behind your back. not quite touching you, but if you were to stop abruptly his hand would hit your back.

“this is where the dancers practice. i don’t dance so i don’t go in there. you dance?” he asks.

“mhm. i love dancing.” you stick your head into the room looking around. “ooh this is pretty.” you pull back and continue walking.

“this is a vending machine. it sounds uninteresting, however, there’s like three more on the other side of this corner.” he walks you around the corner. “that one is my favorite it has ice cream in it.”

you smile, “can i buy one?”

“i’ll get you one. as a welcome gift.” he puts his card in and let’s you hit whatever option you want. “thank you!” you exclaim grabbing it from the machine as it fell. “this is why you’re my favorite.” you giggle, following him to the studios.

“this is the one i record in. feel free to use it until they get you a permanent spot.” he looks at his watch, “i have to run but here’s my number, call me if you have questions.”

from that day forward, you and simon became two peas in a pod. you both spent a lot of time together. you were always in his studio either watching him or recording your own shit. he always helps you out, giving input on the flow and the lyrics.

then he started inviting you to his condo. obviously for group get togethers but then it was just you. you’d drink jack daniels together and you’d end up staying the night. this was a weekly thing. now you have a drawer in his dresser.

you’re used to coming to his house for the night but… tonight was weird. you got a different vibe when you walked in using the key he gave you. you took off your heels and hung up your jacket like always but you didn’t see simon. “si?” you said looking around. where is he?

you walk towards his room, you might’ve beat him here so you’re just gonna change into something comfortable. however, when you approach his door, you hear soft groans. your ears go red and you’re about to leave until you hear your name.

“fuck y/n why can’t this be your hand..” he grunts.

you peek your head through the door and see him thrusting his dick into his hand almost desperately. you watch for a good minute undetected, but your stupid watch just had to ding letting you know you got a notification. damn snitch.

he stops and looks up at the door, “how.. long have you been standing there?” he says tucking himself back into his shorts.

“long enough to hear you wish for my hand.” you respond, walking in and sitting on the bed. “move, let me do it.”

“what- WOAH!” he exclaims when your hand disappears down his shorts.

you smack his hands away when he tries to grab you. “sit still.” your hand moves faster on his dick and he moans louder. “fuck that feels better than i imagined.” he says.

you’re bored now, so you decide to kick it up a notch. you grab a hair tie from your wrist, pulling your hair back so it doesn’t get in your way. he’s confused but when your tongue licks his tip- well he’s not confused but he can’t think. you slowly take him into your mouth, giggling when he grabs your hair. your tongue swirls around his tip when you come back up and he groans louder.

“fuck y/n you’re gonna give me a heart attack with that mouth of yours.” he says when you take him all the way down your throat.

“no you’ll have a heart attack cause you’re old. don’t blame me.” you say taking him back in before he could respond.

“shit i’m gonna cum.” he groans, now fucking into your mouth, and you take it cause momma didn’t raise no bitch. he cums down your throat and you swallow it all.

he’s not too sure what to say or do. he just lays there awkwardly.

“all that talk you do in your songs and now you’re gonna act awkward?” you say pushing him.

“um.. thank you?” he says uncertainly.

you sigh and stand up walking to his bedside table. “do you have any condoms? honestly i wanna fuck and i’m not on the pill.” you looked through his drawers and pull one out. “can we? or can your old ass not take it?”

he grabs you by your shirt, yanking you on the bed before turning you over on your stomach and pulling your ass in the air.

“there’s the simon i know from his music.” you giggle as he pulls your skirt up over your ass. he then reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“don’t feel like ripping them.” is all he says before he slides the scissors under and cuts your underwear.

“simon! tf what if you cut me?”

he doesn’t say anything, he puts on the condom and just pushes into you without a thought causing you to let out a squeal.

“talk too damn much.” he starts pounding into you relentlessly. you hold onto the pillow letting out whines as he hits your gspot over and over.

“god simon just like that.” you whine out, a few tears slipping out.

“damn it’s like.. you were made for me.” simon says as he pushes your upper back down some more thrusting deeper.

“fuck… fuck made for you yeah, i’m gonna cum!” the headboard hits the wall as he speeds up. your vision goes white and you forget how to breathe as you clench tightly around him, cumming when his fingers come in contact with your clit.

he releases in the condom and pulls out. he cleans himself up before grabbing a cloth to clean you up as well. you let out a whimper when the cloth comes in contact with your sensitive clit.

“i’m sorry but you’re gonna be sticky so i have to clean you up.” he mumbles. after he’s finished, he pulls you into his hold patting your head. “there there. you’ll live.”

you don’t have any strength to hit him so instead, “fuck you simon.”

“we did. want to go another round? i can do more with my mouth than just rap.” he lets you go and shimmies down so his face is between your legs.

this is gonna be a long night.

[beanibon]

Mer!Livio x Reader Headcanons

I have slowly been accepting my Livio simpage, so why not add him alongside the merboys.

Reader owns a home at another section of the lake, not a holiday home just a normal house. Reader prefers solitude and often fears interaction with other people, her pass time is clearing the lake of trash that holiday goers leave. You also have a sausage dog called Mildred, cause I said so xD

TW: smut, cockwarming, borderline exhibitionism, mating mark, slight oral (f!receiving), biting, slight overstimulation, over all a very soft boy.

Livio lives in the same Saltwater lake as Wolfwood, who has taken it upon himself to be his unofficial big bro. He shows the younger merman the ropes, how to avoid the family that holidays at their lake, and how to hunt with their pod. Overall, Livio has become family, often found clinging to his brother.

You would imagine his shock upon seeing Wolfwood mating with a human late at night, mouth agape as he shyly observed his brother mating with the creatures he swore he hated. It was awkward to say the least, especially when he was dragged to meet said human.

Since then Livio has opted to try and become more independent, exploring further sections of the lake. During these times he'd hunt with his and Wolfwoods pod, until one day he noticed the sharks branching off at an interval.

Curiosity got the better of Livio as he pursued them, resulting in a rather unusual sight.

You were collecting trash left by holiday goers when the sharks approached, familiar with your presence. Of course that didn't stop a few from charging you, Livio went to intervene, stopping as you outstretched a hand to redirect the sharks.

This confused Livio, never before had his brother's human done something like this, let alone be found anywhere within the water. However you on the other hand allowed his family to swim around you, unbothered by their company unless one got too close. It intrigued him, yet he would not approach.

He watched with disappointment as you left, stripping off the gear and dumping the garbage in its respectable bins. Livio began to get more curious, so his visits to this side of the lake became more frequent, observing you as his passtime.

There was an odd creature that followed you around, one that Livio watched like he would prey. You fondled this creature with affection, throwing sticks into the water for it to retrieve. Surely if it could swim that meant it was fair game?

Livio lunged at the small mammal, fangs bared as he screeched. As his claws went to dig into this animals soft flesh, something hard smacked him square in the face. Whimpering chirps sounded from the merman, rubbing timidly at his bloodied nose, lunch now on shore besides you.

You had your other shoe in hand, aimed at inhuman man above the waters surface, you were confused as it began making drawled out chirps as if it were crying.

Guilt surfaced in your gut, so you entered the water, slowly approaching this oddity. With a gentle touch, you wiped the blood off his face, pinching his nose to stop any bleeding.

While you were close, you took the opportunity to study him, as if to confirm what you were seeing. Livio watched you, nervous like you were to hurt him again, but your touch was warm. Was this what dragged his brother away? You smelt nice?

Livio braved a few shy sniffs, circling you before appearing before you again, eyes wide as he gaze into your own. Yet as quickly as it happened, Livio screeched and vanished, leaving you alone in the water.

From that point on you saw the young merman frequently, sometimes during your dives, other times when you spent your time outside. One time Livio was found basking on your dock, asleep as the early morning rays warmed his flesh. You approached him, running a hand along his tail, abruptly waking him.

In his startle Livio fell back into the water, he seemed displeased as he resurfaced, a few disgruntled chirps sounded from him. You were even splashed by his tail, which you couldnt help but laugh at.

That sound had Livio hooked, head tilted this way and that like Mildred would when presented a treat. He climbed back onto the dock, circled around you then resumed his nap, damp tail soaking your clothes. It was as if he was saying "go ahead".

For the next few weeks this became a regular ordeal, until Livio decided to try something new. You were snorkelling, collecting trash like usual when Livio approached, nuzzling against you and chirping with delight. Yet when you went to greet him back, you were gently shoved into the ground, his larger form pressed into you.

Pointed teeth nibbled at your shoulder, then went lower and lower until he was grazing your clothed sex with his canines. Livio pressed his face into you, yellow eyes studying for any sign to stop, only you urged him forward to which he tore your swimsuit to devour you.

For weeks watching Wolfwood please his own human, Livio thought he'd gain enough experience to do the same. But without having done it before, you could tell he was a little rusty. Though it was the thought that counts.

Livio lapped at your folds, suckling them as his teeth brushed against the fragile skin. Your legs kicked as pain exploded from your inner thigh, blood escaping the bite mark that Livio innocently licked.

You were brought to the surface, placed ever so gently upon the dock as your lower body dangled over the edge. The cold, wet member that was Livio's cock slithered between your legs, causing moans of anticipation to escape you.

Those sounds only had Livio chirp in excitement, gently entering you, stretching your walls with his foreign cock. You stayed like that for ages, the merman practically purring as his cock twitched inside you. You tried begging Livio to move, he only growled and wiggled further into you.

You could've sworn your stomach had bulged, pressed beneath him as Livio squeaked and whined as your walls contracted around him. That's what caused him to move, thrust after thrust until you were drooling onto the polished wood of your dock.

The water splashed at each collided of his hips against your ass, strong arms on either side as he sunk his teeth into your soft flesh again and again. His chirps were restrained, quiet as you felt his lips brush your ear, as if Livio only wanted you to hear him.

An arm wrapped around your waist, hoisting you up as he slid onto the dock fully. Carefully Livio turned you around, slitted yellow eyes staring into your own as he bred you.

Even when he was done, satisfied with the end results, Livio didn't pull out. No. Instead he snuggled into you, body wiggling as you protested due to his cock still inside you. With a tired yawn, Livio cuddled into you with his weight pressing you against the wooden dock, familiarising himself with the soft walls of your cunt.

It was something you could get use to, snuggled next to your cuddly water cat. A sweet creature that adored the way you ran your hand along his body, touching you with such care whenever the opportunity arose.

First time writing for Livio, so feel free to give me any feedback! Thank you all, had hope you enjoy!

I'll be getting back to requests now!

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @elsie-writes here and here!

My words: behind, yell, couch, bird, away, eyes, stretch, moon, worm

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Keep reading for:

Kelsey's first appearance

Noelle's grilled cheese opinion

Meet George

I'm using a different definition of bird

Gwen and Akash meet

This is based on a true story

Scary telepathy facts with Carla

Gwen and Akash are dating now <3

Gross Halloween Party games

Behind - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

I snuck up behind her before tackling her in a hug. Kelsey yelped, but laughed, giving me a semi-hug back; the best she could give from the awkward angle. “Hey, Maddie,” Kelsey greeted, taking her backpack off the chair she saved for me and moving it to the floor. She removed the pods from her ears and shook her head to knock her short, choppy hair out of her eyes, but her bangs just fell back in her face. I took the now-empty seat next to her. “Your glasses are smudged.” Kelsey removed them and rubbed them on what I hoped, for the safety of her lenses, was a cotton shirt.

Yell(ing) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

“Best grilled cheese sandwich?” Noelle stopped, thinking. “Sourdough, Cheddar and Muenster, sliced tomatoes, sauteed greens, sliced pear, ham, and cut into two diagonal pieces.” Silence. I peeked into her mind. “Could you by any chance make that sandwich sometime?” Noelle smiled slightly. “Sure.” “Told you Muenster was the best,” Liam said. “Which means, I win.” This ensued more overlapping yelling.

Couch - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

Carla and a taller, older boy were sitting on the larger couch. The boy—or maybe young man—held what appeared to be a granola bar in his hand, out of a wrapper. A world of dragons and portals and they still have regular food? On the table in front of him sat a plate with other unwrapped granola bars set on top of it. Jeez. He wore earrings and a red beanie-like hat with a green fringed jacket over an orange crewneck. His bright blue eyes against his skin tone reminded me of Maddie. Based on the state of the room, I couldn’t help but wonder if these two lived alone.

Bird - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Ash POV)

“The rules of this exercise are simple,” said Wade from the other side of the room. “The goal is to remove the other team’s necklace. If your necklace gets taken, you cannot get it back—you are out. You can attempt to incompacitate your opponent, but the ground rules is that you can’t knock them unconscious. We don’t want any serious injuries.” “Boooo!” Jazlyn and Parker said from next to me. Wade gave them the bird from across the room. They just returned it.

Away - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

I realized I was staring when Akash smiled. “You’re new around here, aren’t you?” When I didn’t answer, he added, “You want me to help you down?” I nodded, and Akash wrapped his arm around me. I flinched slightly—a cute boy was touching me!—but allowed him to do so. I let go of the vent and let him fly me to the floor. I suddenly realized I had wrapped my arms around him. I quickly pushed away from him. “Thanks,” I muttered. I glanced off to the side and panic ran through me when I noticed a bed. I could feel my cheeks turning red. I just fell into a cute boy’s room! As if I wasn’t embarrassed enough.

Eyes - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

Shelby giggled as she reached for a cookie in the center of the table. “And what happened next?” I sniggered, trying to hold my laughter in so I could tell the story. “So—” I burst out laughing. Shelby rolled her eyes, but while smiling. “So, Mr. Taylor got mad at Jasmine for not playing soft enough and?” “And—” I took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “And Jasmine said, ‘Mr. Taylor, I wasn't even playing!’” Shelby burst into a fit of laughter as her dad walked into the dining area.

Stretch - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

Carla fiddled with the ring hanging from the chain around her neck. “The mind can only stretch so far. If advanced telepaths did—or even do—exist, there would be no way they could function. Their minds aren’t able to communicate the information that they can comprehend. They end up lost in their own thoughts, unable to reach out to another being.” I fell silent.

Moon - from The Secret Portal Part One

“You’re right. But… tomorrow?” “Sure. It’s a—” Gwen stopped herself. “It’s a what?” “It’s a...n event. That I will mark. On my calendar. My mental calendar. In my head.” “Oh. Okay.” Akash took a deep breath. “I… just thought you were gonna say date.” Gwen felt her cheeks burn up. “Only if you want it to be.” “I would want that,” Akash said, smiling shyer than usual. “Cool.” Gwen wasn't sure if she was nervous or over the moon, but she looked around, trying to find a distraction. “Hey, look, is that Gills under that sheet?” “Yo, Gills!” Akash shouted. The person in the sheet turned. “Yes, it’s Gills.” He raised his voice again. “So lemme guess: you’re a ghost!” “No, I’m a high schooler in a sheet!” Gabriel replied. “Ah, that’s a unique costume!” “Says the person dressed as the most recognizable character in the world.” “Not this world!”

Worm - from The Secret Portal Part One

“Ooh!” Lexi gasped, pointing at a table with a bag of Skittles and cups. “Is that the Skittles game?” “Skittles game?” Robbie asked. Lexi smiled deviously. “It’s disgustingly fun.” “You use your mouth to put the Skittles in the cup,” said Parker. “Whoever has the most wins.” Robbie scrunched up his face but smiled. “Aw, that’s nasty. I love it.” “Gummy worm spit!” Maddie gasped. “Yes!” “You’re welcome,” said Tyler from the punch table. “Oh, by the way, in the center table there’s a jar of candy corn. Write down how many you think are in there. Whoever gets it closest gets the entire jar.” “Time to write down 5 million,” said Akash, floating over. “I hate candy corn.”

[neonponders]

A Merman themed part 38 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🧜🏻‍♂️ ~ marine biologist!Steve x shark!Billy with his pilot fish guppies 🍣

Part 37 (merman!billy pt.1)

Part 36 (main plot)

Part 31 & 32 (werewolf!Billy chapters haha)

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

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“Deep breath...good! Other side.”

The littles rolled over in the lagoon between Steve’s hands. He had to use magnified bifocals that dentists used in order to see their gills expand between their tiny ribs, but they looked clean and healthy. “You guys look beautiful.”

“Heh, hearw that, Biwwy?” the blond fish said proudly, “Bewtifuwl.”

“You think so, Stevie?” his own asked, swimming over his palms excitedly.

“I say it every time,” he confirmed. “Now let me see those teeth.”

There really wasn’t anything he could do if there were something wrong with their teeth. They were simply too small for dental care, so Steve hoped they had the perks of sharks and that their teeth could grow back if they fell out. As things were, he held a micro cotton swab for them to at least brush some of the fish smell out of their mouths.

Speaking of sharks, he thought to himself and turned -

Billy lounged eerily close to him. Within kissing distance. My turn? he asked inside Steve’s head, and caught his body when it sagged under the weight of his siren’s song.

“Biwwy,” the littler Billy groaned.

“Stevie can’t take carwe of us if he’s sweepy,” little Steve seconded.

“Use yourw out-here voice.”

Big Steve mumbled, “Do you have one of those?”

Billy hummed something like a laugh in his throat...not in Steve’s head. His brown eyes widened as Billy’s large, clawed hand adjusted the baseball cap on his head. Steve didn’t like the thought of sunscreen steadily seeping off his body into the water when he was with these guys, so he’d donned the hat to protect his face. Every time he wore it, the guppies laughed and laughed, calling him a funny looking bird.

“Fix his beak, Biwwy, and wet him see you,” little Steve coached.

“My turn?” Billy repeated, this time out loud. It was the same voice that he swamped Steve’s brain with, but something about hearing it on the air tickled Steve’s ears.

“Yeah. Uh. Yeah,” he stammered, fixing his crooked glasses. Billy poised an arm in the shallow sand, holding himself on his side as he inhaled and spread his ribs and gills wide. When Steve declared, “This side’s good,” he rolled over while the littles swam around his head, sometimes holding onto a lock of hair for anchorage.

The strip of green fluttering out of Billy’s gills was not hard to find. Steve ducked an arm under Billy’s waist, as if he needed the help staying up. “You’ve got some seaweed on this side. It should come right out.”

With impressive speed, the littles swam over to see. Like a tug-o-war rope, they grasped the end and Steve kept an eye on Billy’s gills -

“Wait. You’ve got a couple of seed pods stuck in there. Just breathe normally for a sec.”

Steve’s floating tool bag drifted a little in the mellow surf, but its dumbbell anchor kept it close. Steve found his long tweezers and warned, “This will probably itch. Big breath this time.”

He followed the green line all the way to the small golden pods, doing his best to play Operation and not touch the metal tweezers to Billy’s gills. The effort totally failed when his ribs closed around the tweezers because the pods brushed against the soft, frilly gills. At least Billy didn’t smack him with his tail this time.

“I got it. Pull,” Steve narrated, and could hear the muffled war cry of the littles underneath the water as they got the debris out of their shark. “Good job. Everything looks great.”

Billy rolled onto his stomach...and swam a lazy circle around Steve and his pilot fish. Steve’s brows furrowed since this usually meant a shark was hunting. Then in a fast, graceful turn, he caught Steve in his arms and tackled him under the water. Even down below, he could make out the littles’ laughter clear as a bell.

“Heh heh, check up’s all done!”

“Swim with us!”

“Check up for Stevie!”

Steve kept calm so he could hold his breath a little longer. His pink shirt ballooned around him and he smiled at the tickle of the littles swimming around his ribs. He did come up to put his glasses and soaked hat in the tool bag, staying topside long enough to whip his hair off his face and earn the littles singing in the spray, “Wain! Rain wain!”

Steve took his tool bag back to the beach. He gulped down some water pressed on his skin to test how far he was burning, and then grabbed his goggles, flippers, and snorkel. He checked the time on his diver’s watch and finished the impatient circle Billy swam.

“You wook so siwwy,” small Billy said, knocking on the goggles lens.

Steve emerged just enough for the top of his face to be above water and shoved the goggles over his hair. “I can see you better with these on.”

“You can’t see us?” small Steve wondered.

“Up here, I can. If the water’s directly on my eyes, you’re blurry. I don’t know where to kiss otherwise.”

Small Steve screamed with glee as Steve trapped him in another lagoon of his hands and kissed his head. It was short lived, though, as Steve jerked back and rubbed one of his ears. “Wow. You have pipes of your own.”

“Hey!” small Billy demanded as he jumped in a clean arc over Steve’s fingertips to join the lagoon. “What’s goin’ on in herwe?”

“Kissy fish!” little Steve sang.

Small Billy blushed pink all the way to his tail. “What! I didn’t know we were pwaying!”

“Head start,” Steve caught off guard, smooching his blond head.

Why a fish needed such thick lashes, Steve didn’t know, but his eyes batted dreamily until he recovered with a feisty, “You pway dirty! Biwwy! Attack!”

“Wait a min--” Steve started, but the shark was already on him. Billy had difficulty separating uses for his lips, teeth, and tongue, so they all blended together on the bend of Steve’s neck and shoulder. He winced, but let Billy tackle him into the water, taking his time swooping back up to the surface. Steve knew there’d be a red crescent on his neck later, as if Billy licking the wound wasn’t confirmation enough. 

Billy had far more skill in swimming without kicking up sand; Steve let himself get handled since his flippers caused more disturbance in the water. Gingerly touching his neck to gauge the damage, he estimated it would be a hell of a bruise but the skin breakage didn’t feel too bad.

Donning his goggles once more, he said, “Let’s swim.”

Steve often wondered if Billy could do more than talk directly inside his head. Sometimes he looked at Steve as if he’d heard an internal idea, or smiled at whatever emotion Steve felt. He wore that smile as he swam in tandem with his pilot fish. It was beautiful how they knew his movements as he did them; they were so little but flitted around his head or shoulders like they were a part of him. Chatty little jewels who sometimes swam into the cloud of sandy blond hair to rest or hide.

Steve had been taking lessons in free-diving. He could hold his breath in repeated six minute increments, but eventually he did need to resign to snorkeling above the littles as they explored shells and the occasional rock.

Steve had a vague idea of where Billy lived, but he’d never asked. He left the opportunity open with prompts like, “Show me something,” and, “Where is your favorite place?”

Billy had taken him to a rocky shore - far too much trouble for tourists or even natives to get to - that hosted a beautiful reef. Regular black-tipped reef sharks had been there, swimming in their calm way and paying them no mind, but Steve did take note when the littles hid within Billy’s hair. Sometimes Steve was closer, so they went inside his t-shit. However much they liked the reef, it wasn’t safe enough to live full time.

Billy did not take Steve there today. Probably because the last time they’d gone, a barracuda had swum too close. He hadn’t seen any quick movements that might’ve suggested hostility in the fish, but Billy had snatched it and ripped its head off in one movement. Steve knew the predator and prey part of nature meant that an ecosystem was thriving, but it had been a humbling encounter.

It was with this memory floating through his head that Steve removed his flippers and started trudging through the shallows to the beach.

“Bye bye, Stevie!”

“We’wll see you tomowwow?”

He turned around to smile at the little ones, but it faltered at the solemn look on Billy’s face. As both a question and a promise, he nodded, “I’ll be here tomorrow.”

Then, in full force, he heard, Bring a boat.

Steve didn’t know how he was still standing, much less with the wherewithal to blurt, “Boat?”

A quiet boat, Billy confirmed, and then all Steve had was the blur of silver and all the greens and blues that reflected off of him, and he was gone.

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Find You Again

PART OF THE ANGELFISH COLLECTION 

A/N: The middle of the night is the perfect time for smut, right? This first cropped up in my google docs during kinktober, so technically this is five months late. But as the wise @oonajaeadira once told me, “kinktober never ends if you keep the spirit of kink in your heart all year”, so here we are in kinkmarch with a (sort of) twist on the prompt of marking kink. This one takes place in the Angelfish universe, but would probably also be fine as a stand alone if you haven’t read the other parts. Takes place before the events of Prospect. The only physical description is that Reader has freckles and birthmarks. 

Word Count: 4.3k 

Warnings: sexual situations, this is a smut (in case the kinktoberness of its origin needs more explanation) but it is also a fluff. so a kinky smuff, I suppose. With a dash of angst? Idk. It’s an all play. Read at your own risk and enjoy. 

Summary: Your last night on the Green Moon is spent in Ezra’s arms. To ease the ache of leaving, you share with him a belief held on Lao - the planet you’re being transferred to - regarding the existence of bonded souls. 

You and Ezra were two of thirty-nine crew members that were currently stationed at Bakhroma Base, all of you packed into two narrow halls of connected dorm tents like canned Fanfish, bumping elbows in the commissary like Kamrean hogs snuffling at the trough. It was as crowded as it could be without having to add a third hall off the main hub - which was rumored to be on the horizon, housing another ten to twelve bodies - and it felt it. The din of all those voices and the constant hum of the filtration system filled the air  and your ears for most of the day, making it impossible to forget that you were surrounded by people at all times. 

At night though, once everyone had shuffled back to their quarters, it was easier to make yourself believe that it was just the two of you, tucked safely in each other's arms under the golden halo of your reading lamp. It was easier to tune everything out but the weight of his touch or the warmth of his breath. At night, the Green Moon belonged to you and Ezra alone. 

For one more night, anyway. 

The clunky old radio that lived on the built-in shelf above the bed filled the small space with the soft sound of music tinged with static. Ezra's hum vibrated against the kiss you left over the freckle at the base of his throat. He likes that. You smiled, lips curving upwards without moving away, your mouth parting just enough for the edge of your teeth to graze the same stretch of skin. He let out another husky breath as his arms tightened to fold you closer to his chest. And I like this. You swallowed. Oh, I’m going to miss this.  

In two cycles’ time you would be hopping a transport pod to catch a slingback to Hylion-4, where you would then board a second transport due for Lao. Ezra would be staying on The Green to complete his stand, and then returning to Central as he waited for his next mining assignment. As of that moment, neither of you knew when you’d be in the same sector again, let alone the same bed. It could be a full rotation. Or even longer. A knot formed in your chest at that thought, but you did your best not to let it grow and ruin the rest of the night. I’m not gone yet. Laying on your side facing him, you slid the hand you had on his back further up between his shoulders until your finger fell into the divot of a decades old scar. And he’s right here. 

He was still warm from the shower he’d raced through to get back to you sooner, his damp curls slightly soaking the pillowcase. The harsh, astringent scent of the Bahkroma Base standard issue soap clung to his skin in lieu of sweat and the smell of his suit. It was necessary for the soap to be so strong when living in an environment so hostile that even the particulates that hung in the air were toxic enough to kill you. You pressed your nose into his neck and inhaled deeply. But I can still smell him, too. Musk and moss and amber spice. Kissing him again, your tongue swept out to flick at one of the freckles you’d been teasing. Despite the fact that your own skin was heating from the contact with his, you felt a full body shiver work its way down Ezra’s spine to bring the grin back to your lips. 

“Like a moth,” he mumbled, hips scooting towards you to eliminate the space that wasn’t there to begin with. 

But I still want him closer. 

He ducked his chin to drop a kiss to your temple. It was your turn to let out a satisfied hum then at the sensation. Ezra being mid-stand meant that his patchy beard was slightly overgrown. He never shaves once he’s up here. He just lets it grow. Any open wounds - even the tiniest nicks and cuts from a razor blade - could sideline a crew member for several days, keeping them from contributing to the Aurelac quota and therefore extending the trip. That was something that Ezra had never been willing to risk. Not only did he not want to be responsible for holding up the dig, but the thought of staying back at the base while you trekked out into the toxic forest was one he couldn’t take. Not that he doubted your capability or thought for even half a second that you didn’t belong on the Green. But he knew how many ways a simple dig could go wrong, so doing anything that would keep him from being out there with you was out of the question in his book. 

Your heart gave a wild thud at the soft scratch that dragged along behind his lips as he moved them to the corner of your eye and finished his analogy. “Kissed by the flame it flies towards.”

Leaning back, you untucked yourself from him so that you could look into his dark eyes. “What’s that mean, hmm?” Unwinding your arm from around his torso, you brought your fingers up to rake through the splash of silver near his hairline. 

His eyes scanned your face, lingering on your lips before lifting to meet yours again. There was a soft sort of adoration tinting them that you felt settle in your chest, undoing the knot that had started to form. “The thrill I feel when you kiss me there, Angelfish.” He reached up to encircle your wrist, rough fingers sliding gently over the back of your hand to brush your middle knuckle. “I imagine it is akin to what a moth hopes to feel just before its wings are consumed in the conflagration.” He brought your hand down from the side of his head and folded your fingers in his grasp so he could trail his plush lips there, too. 

Your sigh took the shape of his name, eyes falling closed as you nuzzled into the dip of his collarbone. Without looking, your lips found another of his freckles from memory, giving him another fiery thrill.  By day the two of you were sealed away in your survival suits, your hands covered in gloves and your faces kept behind thick glass - no touch or taste or scent except for the heavy material you were wrapped in and the dry air being pumped into your globed helmets. But by night, tucked away in the comfort of the cramped bunk space that you shared at the base camp, you had learned every landmark on Ezra’s body and he had completely mapped yours. I know more about him than I do about anyone. The hand he’d just released came up to rest on his shoulder, where your pointer finger drew a circle around yet another darkened splotch of skin. And there’s no one I’ve given more of myself to. 

Your looming departure and the subsequent undetermined length of separation still weighed heavily on your mind. But though you would miss moments like these on top of many others while you were working to set up the research base on Lao, the strength of your relationship with Ezra wasn’t ever something that worried you. 

You’d witnessed other dig-couples crumble after one or both partners were transferred to different operations throughout the Fringe and the Seam, the temptation of a warm and willing bedmate on their current assignment too much for them to ignore. A few of them had been messy splits, resulting in Frontier Mining associates who once shared sheets that could now not even share postings on the same planet. But that won’t happen to us. Even Danelo, easily the most pessimistic one in your crew, had clapped you on the back after hearing the news of your promotion, saying that if any pair could last the distance between Bahkroma Green and Lao’s Blue Halo it would be the pair of you. Normally, agreeing with Danelo on the outcome of any given situation would mean you’d thrown in the towel and were ready to quit. Not this time, though. 

Letting out another contented sigh, you blinked and looked up at Ezra. Faces only a few inches apart, you could see every strand of bronze woven through his irises, every pleat of skin as it crinkled around the corners of his eyes. I love this man down to his pores. Though it was obscured by the way his borderline unruly beard was creeping down his throat, you knew there was another freckle just beneath the line of his jaw. “Did I ever tell you what the Laoan belief on freckles is, Ezra?” To punctuate your question, you opened your mouth and lightly nipped the area you were focused on, feeling as he smiled through it. 

The gentle, playful pressure of your teeth elicited a velvety sound from him that stuck around in his voice as he answered. “You have not.” He hooked his top leg over yours, linking them at the knees and securing your hips against his lower body. “Is this something that you learned in your background preparations prior to applying for the position?” 

You always liked to learn as much as you could about the places your work sent you, making it a point to know about things like cultural practices, sacred plants, and seasonal weather patterns. It was important to you that you could do your job as efficiently and respectfully as possible, and you knew that was something that Ezra admired about you. He had even started learning the Saytr language after you’d demonstrated how much easier it was to keep things peaceful with the Green Moon’s religious settlers by simply trying to make that connection with them. He’s getting good at it, too. 

You nodded, the tip of your nose bumping his chin. Ezra grinned, the motion yanking at the curved scar on his cheek as it rose. “Well then, consider me intrigued, Angelfish.” 

Your tongue slid along the seam of your lips to wet them, and you watched him track its motion. “On Lao, people believe that freckles and birthmarks show up in the places where their soulmate has kissed them in a past life.” 

“That so?” He brought one hand up to your face to trail his fingertips over the few freckles sprinkled there, your cheek falling into the cup of his palm as you nodded again. “And how did that particular myth take root?” 

His thumb slid over your lips and you pressed a kiss to the pad of it before answering. “It actually comes from the myllocks.” 

Curiosity flashed in his eyes. “Is that so? The very creatures you are going to be studying?” You confirmed, your touch roving over his shoulder and up the side of his neck. There were a few more freckles behind his ear, and your fingertips brushed them before sliding over his earlobe and idly tracing the helix. “Well you simply must say more. How is it that a belief about fated lovers springs from a species of deep sea dwelling cephalopods?”

“Well,” you tilted your head back to look him in the eye, his hand falling from your face to rest over your shoulder. Extracting the arm he had tucked under the pillow, Ezra propped himself up just enough to have an unimpeded view of your face. “Myllocks form bonded pairs for life.” And they live a long time. “Even though they scatter through the ocean when they migrate, or when the currents change, they always find each other again.” You sighed as his fingers slid under the strap of your tank top. “No matter what.” 

You went on to explain that the iridescent ink in their tentacles left distinct blue patterns on the shell of their mate that they were able to recognize after months - sometimes even years - apart. You told him about how when the shells wash up on the Dunes after big storms stir them up from the ocean floor, Laoans comb the beaches searching for whole, unbroken ones to give as a gift to their significant other. They were symbols of everlasting commitment, and traditional Laoan wedding bands were inlaid with pieces of those shells. The entire time you spoke, Ezra’s touch never stilled, and his eyes never wandered from yours. 

“Now we know that they live around a hundred standard years, but-” 

“A century? That is quite a lifespan.”

It is. You smiled, raising one eyebrow. “But, because they live so long, ancient Laoans first thought that myllocks actually lived multiple lives, and that if one of them died while the other was still alive, they could be reborn and reunited with their mates through infinite life cycles.” 

“Infinite, hmm?” The hand that had been teasing along your scooped neckline moved to the nape of your neck, strong fingers curling gently around it. You nodded, your heart beating out of rhythm as he swiped his thumb along your spine. You watched his eyes fall to your lips before yours fell shut. That feels… “Well that is as good a jumping off point as any.” You sucked in a breath as he left a whiskered kiss on your eyelid, and then you felt the bridge of his nose rest against yours. “But I am not entirely sure that infinity is long enough, Angelfish.” Before you could ask him what it wasn’t long enough for, he went on. “With you, I would require an infinite number of infinities to ever consider myself satisfied.” 

“Ezra…” 

His words made your heart swell, and then without knowing who initiated it, your lips met his in a kiss that was slow and deep. You felt him sigh as your tongue slipped languidly into his mouth, cherished the little groan he made and the way you knew his brow furrowed as he rolled his hips into yours. With only the thin sleep shorts you were wearing and the pants Ezra had on - which were made of the same lightweight fabric - between you, it was impossible not to feel him - firm and warm and pressed right against your core. You released a breathy moan as he nipped at your lower lip, tugging gently before freeing it. Kevva, Ezra. He ended the kiss with small pecks, starting in the center of your lips and moving slowly out to the corner of your mouth, and you chased each one with one of your own. Infinity with you isn’t long enough for me, either. 

 Voice huskier and breaths growing heavy, Ezra spoke your name. You hummed in response as he reached for the hem of  your shirt, fingers diving beneath it so that his palm could glide up the side of your body. When your eyes opened, his were waiting. “I think there may be some truth to that tale.” 

“Do you, now?” You licked your lips as he nodded, the hand under your shirt swimming back to the hem and making a grip. He pulled it up and you shifted just enough so that he could bring it up over your head, tossing it to the floor, and your chest heaved as the air - and then his breath - hit your previously covered skin. You buried your fingers in his hair and wound them through his curls, sucking in a breath as his scruffy beard and then his lips dragged over the top of your breast. Stars and satellites, that feels incredible. “What…” You tried to take a deep breath and failed as he kissed you there again, your sternum sinking rapidly with another shallow inhale. “What makes you think that, Ezra?” 

“Well…” Placing his hand on your hip, he used it to guide you to roll to your back. You did, but instead of keeping you there, Ezra dug his fingers under your body and hooked them to turn you even further. He pulled you to him until the small of your back was flush to his stomach. You sighed at the feel of his skin on yours as he resettled his arm over your waist. When he spoke again, his words were right behind your ear. “As you know, Angelfish, there are quite a few freckles on the back of your neck.” There are. To punctuate his point, he pressed his lips to a cluster of them and you grinned. “And it is, with few exceptions -” His fingers spread wide over your abdomen before sliding south, pausing over the place where heat was pooling in your belly. “-My favorite place to kiss you, that is not your mouth.” The hand behind your neck curved around it, his thumb lazily drifting over your pulse point. “So it would appear as though some other iteration of myself  has left some guidelines for me to follow.” 

Past lives, reincarnation, bonded souls - you weren’t sure what you believed in when it came to all of that. You were from Ciran Central. All you’d ever learned about your homeworld growing up was how important it was for you to leave it. For all you knew, there was no culture or religion or folklore on Central. There were no beliefs about things other than how many points were owed or lost or gained. You weren’t raised on Lao or Kamrea or in the Ephrate, where myths and legends and hymns were passed down and used to explain or teach things. 

But if souls were things that lived on and carried parts of their past lives with them, you didn’t want to imagine yours finding anyone’s but his. 

“You did, Ezra.” I’m yours in any lifetime. No matter what. 

Without fully letting you go, he loosened his hold and urged you to turn so that your back was to his chest. You felt one of his large hands settle over your abdomen, the other over your heart. The thin material of the tank you wore wrinkled beneath his fingers as they flexed slightly, and then you sucked in a breath as you felt his lips press softly over the skin at the base of your neck. “Still,” he murmured, the hand on your belly slipping down to the waistband of your sleep shorts. “I should leave a few more. For good measure.” 

Lifting your hips just enough for him to deftly free you of the thin blue bottoms, you hummed.  “I think you should. Just to be on the safe side.” The back of his hand swept up the inside of your thigh as he nipped at your skin, and though your eyes fell shut it seemed as though stars were bursting behind their closed lids. Kevva, that feels… incredible. “Want to make sure you’re able to find me again.” 

The mattress dipped as he shifted behind you, his knee and the width of his thigh bumping into your legs as he rid himself of his own pants. Instinctively, you tried to scoot forward to give him more room to move but he stopped you, the arm around your body locking down to keep you close. He mumbled something that sounded like “stay right there” and then you felt the playful bite of his teeth on the top of your shoulder, as though he wanted to secure you to him by any means possible. Your heart lurched at the need behind the act, and though you knew he was tremendously happy for you and proud of you for your promotion and reassignment to Lao, you could already feel how much he would miss you. I’m not gone yet, Ezra. 

As soon as he was finished discarding his pants, you reached back to tangle your fingers in his hair. See? I’m right here. He groaned, dipping his head further so he could access the slope of your shoulder where it met your neck, shaggy beard dragging up and to the back of your neck once more. Repositioning himself, he snaked his free arm between your body and the pillow, winding it up and around your chest so that his palm was flat against your sternum, his middle finger falling into the hollow of your throat. The fingertips of his other hand strayed further towards the apex of your thighs, and when he pressed both hands to your flesh, you felt your heart pound under one and a wave of heat crash beneath the other, and you knew he felt both sensations, too. 

“I do not intend to ever lose you, Angelfish.” His tongue flicked out to lick at your existing marks as though tasting them - as though trying to remember leaving them there in a previous life. You gasped as his lips grazed your damp skin at the same time that his touch roved between your legs to find you just as wet there as his tongue had left you. Swirling his fingers in a slow circle, he mouthed at your neck with his teeth again, and just like with the kiss that started all of this, it was impossible to tell whether his low growl brought about your stringy sigh or the other way around. “But if I did…” He teased you with one finger before thrusting two into you, your fingers tightening in his hair as your chest heaved against his other hand. Fuck.  “It would take more than an ocean to keep me from finding you again.” 

You sighed around his name, tilting your head so that your mouth could land close to his, somewhere along his jaw. “I know,” was all you could manage in response, his wrist twisting to change the angle of his touch. Raking your fingernails over his scalp, you removed your hand from his hair and brought it down between your lower bodies, grip wrapping loosely around him. The curve of his forehead rested against your shoulder as his hips stuttered at your touch, and he turned his face to bury his groan in your hair. 

“Need you.” He panted through another kiss to your nape, flexing the fingers that were inside you. Your muscles involuntarily clenched around them and he hissed, a string of curses both foreign and familiar dripping from his lips as you tightened the grip you had on him and moved your hand along his length. “Need you right now.” 

You both pretended not to hear the unspoken conclusion of that sentence: Need you right now, while you’re still here. 

Swallowing, you nodded. “Need you too, Ezra.” Releasing him, you started to push yourself up so that you could turn to face him, but again he stopped you. 

“Stay. Right. There.” Though his voice was strained with want, he didn’t mumble this time. It wasn’t a command so much as it was a plea, his palm covering one breast and squeezing on the last word of his request. 

Before you could say anything, he pulled his fingers from your body, and whatever you might have said devolved into a whimper in the absence of his touch. You felt his to leg push between yours then, his meaty thigh separating them and keeping them apart. Fingers still covered in your slick, he reached for himself, preparing to line himself up with your entrance. All active duty Frontier Mining employees were given the option to receive birth control injections before each deployment to ensure that they wouldn’t need to cut their assignment short. They had been used safely and effectively for years, so both you and Ezra had always opted in which meant that there was no need for any added protection. But before he pushed into you, he spoke your name. 

“Yeah?” 

“Thirty seven other sets of ears here.” The thumb of his left hand rolled over your nipple as he nipped at your shoulder again. “You gonna be able to keep quiet?” 

You hummed, pressing your backside into him to throw the challenge right back. It worked, catching him off guard and making him groan. “Guess we’ll find out.”

That was as much as he needed in terms of an answer, and like he’d done countless times before, he slid slowly but easily into your waiting warmth. Pausing as you both sucked down dizzying gasps, you felt his fingers find you again, and then he was moving and each languid thrust sent shocks through your core. Though you’d been with others before Ezra, it had never felt the way he made you feel - like nerves you didn’t know existed were suddenly awake and alive and vibrating with bliss and light. Like you were on fire without burning. 

Like a moth. 

You weren’t sure if you were quiet as he took you apart, and frankly, you didn’t care. 

Later, you lay tangled together, sweat shining on both of your skin in the yellow glow of the lamp and clinging to your hair. Your ear was pressed to his chest so that you could listen to his heart, memorizing the thump of its steady beat the same way that the pads of his fingers rested against the pulse point of your throat, feeling it thrum under his touch. Neither of you said a word or moved a muscle, and after a while, Ezra must have assumed that you’d fallen asleep. He reached up to click the radio off, then did the same with the lamp, plunging the small space into dark silence. When you still didn’t move, he curled his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your brow. 

“I will always find you again, Angelfish. I swear it on my very soul.” 

Your hum surprised him as your arm tightened around his waist. “I know, Ezra,” you responded through a sigh. “I know you will.”

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[ficbrish]

Oh shit it was WIP Wednesday yesterday

[22Jun2023]

This is from a new Fallout 4 fSole Survivor/MacCready wip (because I'm replaying this game and I'm trash). My Sole Survivor is named Renée Kilburn. Here she is:

It'll either be a one-shot or a multi-chapter story that starts after the Kellog memories mission and goes through the Vault 81 quest.

"Vault 111"

[[TW/CW: Grief, dead bodies, blood mention]]

“And this…” Renée said, gesturing to one of the pods, "is Nate.”

“Holy shit,” surprise slipped out of his mouth with a faint puff from the chill, “Is that your dead husband?!”

Something about the sudden wave of shock let those thoughts out loud without his permission. MacCready really should have been prepared for this. He knew what this vault was, knew what it kept inside. He’d seen the cold, dead stares of her neighbors as they passed them, and the open pod she’d emerged from. He should have been able to guess what was across from it.

Still… it was another thing to be brought face-to-face with the corpse you essentially cucked.

Not that it was like that. He never once saw being with Renée as cheating on Lucy.

But… still…

“Yep. It’s Nate!”

The expression on her face was wrong and her voice shook.

“Uh…” he struggled to find the words.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Renée was not fine.

She didn’t explain much on the way over here. Just said, “I need to get a gun,” in a voice with less life than usual.

Then she took off towards the bridge. He followed her.

They didn’t speak on the way over, or up the hill. He tried to ask a question when they reached the peak and the seal, but she interrupted his attempt.

“Stand here and look there.”

He did.

“That’s where I watched the bombs fall. The blast passed right over our heads. Made my hair move.”

MacCready could feel the tight heat against his face. It must have felt like opening an oven too quickly. He didn’t ask her about it though.

The seal began to move down. The creaking steel sounded like shrieks of the dying. Hell, maybe they were! The ghosts of her neighborhood screaming their existence from their frozen graves.

The elevator platform shook as it hit the ground with a clanging thud.

The whole place reeked of fetid rainwater. Thankfully the bodies were on ice, or else the stench would be a lot worse.

They got the gun first, an experimental freeze ray like you’d see in comics.

“Said I’d come back for you,” she’d muttered as the lock fell.

It never unnerved him like this when she talked to things that weren’t people.

MacCready thought they were finally going to head back up after that, but she took him down a different hallway once they were back at the entrance.

“This is where they took us,” was all she said.

MacCready knew what was coming. Saw the pods. Met their stares.

But he still wasn’t prepared for the ice frosting Nate’s sleeping face. Or the popsicle blood on his chest.

“Hey, I’m really sorry,” he said, “We don’t have to be here if you don’t want to… I… I’ll leave you alone.”

Renée just shook her head. So he stayed.

MacCready looked at the man’s face directly. Maybe it was better, easier, that he never had to wake up and meet this new world.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated.

He didn’t know whether he said it to her or to Nate. Probably both.

Yeah, both.

He reached out and took her hand.

The longer they stood there, the more jealous he felt. Renée had a body to visit, one that would stay preserved in its tomb. He had nothing left of Lucy.

“We should probably,” Renée suggested, “Before he thaws...”

“Right.”

He let go of her hand so she could press the button. She touched the glass once his pod sealed, a lover’s final touch.

He never got that with Lucy. He was glad Renée was able to do it, but it was conflicted by jealous yearning. Renée had memories before the war, and a body to mourn. She had a proper childhood and parents. So many things just out of his reach fell into her hands.

He swallowed the bitter feelings, trying to focus on the part of him that was glad at least someone was able to mourn properly.

Renée stood there looking through the glass until he suggested their exit. She followed him out without saying another word.

“It’s changed,” she commented as they reached the surface and looked out over the hill at the Sanctuary she rebuilt. The new houses stood among the old ruins.

“You made it better,” he assured her.

Followed by my notes:

"[smut] [grief smut] [two widows smut] [two widows who just visited the body of her husband in a freezer smut]"

[commanderthalys]

🍒🌠⭐ for Thalys? 👀

Thanks for the ask! Sorry it took so long ^^

🍒 What kind of things do they expect from their relationships? Does this differ between platonic relationships and romantic ones? Is your OC “demanding” or a door mat? What kinds of things do people expect from them in a relationship?

In any relationship she looks for a mutual trust between her and the other person. For platonic relationships Thalys doesn’t expect a whole lot, just be kind and have a sense of humor and you’re probably already well on your way to a good relationship with her. For romantic relationships she also looks for people who are reliable, if she’s going to have a partner she wants them to be there for her as much as she’s going to be there for them. Thalys is definitely not a doormat, if she’s uncomfortable with a situation she WILL let you know (she can be a bit blunt in regards to that). She isn’t very demanding either, I think she’d be somewhere in between? Due to her friendliness and general cheerfulness people always expect her to be in good spirits, which leads to her feeling like she has to be happy all of the time, which then can lead to frustration on her end.

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revisit them if they could?

Thalys’s first friend was Amelarius! He was one of the first people she met after coming out of her pod prematurely, and he came over to help her as she was struggling to get out and couldn’t walk quite right. He helped her and grew pretty close to her, and she ended up helping him as well. They’re best friends and became romantic partners as well (between the end of icebrood saga and EoD). Thalys has had other friends in the past, Gavin from the white stag sylvari story was one of her earliest friends, and she’s never forgiven herself for killing him, they had genuinely been good friends and it’s something she still regrets. She also had befriended one of my charr characters, Hera Bonecrusher. She met Hera years after the slaughter of the rest of the Bone warband, and they fought together in drizzlewood coast against the frost legion. They fell out of touch afterwards. As of EoD Hera is still wandering across Tyria, and Thalys is busy in Cantha. Thalys wants to reach out to her, but doesn’t know where Hera currently is due to the charr’s nomadic lifestyle.

⭐ What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

Thalys is claustrophobic. When she woke early from the dream she struggled to break out of her pod. The panic she felt in those moments was awful, she felt like she was suffocating and everything was closing in around her. Having a hand to squeeze and taking a few deep breaths helps most of the time, also having some sort of light with her helps. She typically tries to avoid putting herself into situations that make her feel that way, but if she has to crawl into a tight cave being able to see helps her feel a little more at ease. Thalys typically doesn’t come off as scary, she’s physically not very intimidating, and most of the people she talks to find her to be very kind and friendly. However when fighting she’s absolutely terrifying. Thalys Is typically very expressive and emotive in whatever she’s doing, and all of that is completely absent in battle. Her face barely changes and her style of fighting is made up of fast and brutal strikes (typically a dagger). She doesn’t mean to look like that, it doesn’t just scare her enemies but also her friends! She just focuses and fixes her face, and doesn’t realize how scary it looks to the people around her until they tell her.

[mist-girl999]

Also here's all the shitty poetry I wrote this summer

warning I am not a good poet also TW: implied s/a and also just general soulcrushing sadness and angst

Forest Green and Knobby Knees:

You said your walls were forest green

Sertraline tastes sickly sweet going down

Maybe that’s why life lost its color

It never had any to begin with

I’m told im missing the vibrancy

That I’m living among shades of brown

It makes me want to cry sometimes

Even though it’s all i’ve ever known

Eyeliner stamps distract me from it all 

when I remember to use them

I rarely do

I only get to be a woman when it’s convenient

When it’s harmless to everyone else

In my room in the quiet hours

I can wear my ill fitting skirts

Stretch the two tops I own over the body i hate

So I can pretend I’m the hottest girl alive

Sometimes the lie works

Sometimes it didn’t

Mostly it doesn’t

I’m not very good at lying anymore

Yearbook signatures make me feel more real

Promises of friendship

Of love

You’ll never know how much you mean to me

It’s not love

More obsession

Not with you but with the idea of you

A concept of who I want to be 

A caricature to stretch over me

I want to ask you how you do it 

How you be everything I want to be

Dream to be

Knobby knees

Oh god the knobby knees

The hair

The bangs

The eyes

The smile

Deficiency isn’t enough

Dried up succulents 

stalks shattered are the only mark you left on my life

I hope they never die

Even if I do

Vanilla pods were all I sought:

You never understood my greatest wish of all

To smell like vanilla pods in the midnight air

To lay back arched in the sunlight as it leeched into my skin

To be laid bare to the world and seen without the disgust I felt

To find friends amongst the grapevines

To talk to bees

Point at ravens in the trees

You never understood the beauty I craved

But you bought me skirts

And said that was good enough

And now I’m afraid to be me

Even if I bled even if I died:

I met you before I existed

Before I knew something was wrong

And you turned me into something you felt like you could love

I started to believe I could love that too

Still I remained foreign even to myself

The problem was I loved you too much

Yet also not enough

But the problem was that I wasn’t enough for you

Even if I bled

Even if I died

Sacrificed all but the breath in my lungs

It still wasn’t enough

I wasn’t enough

I acknowledge that

I apologize for that

But you left

And now I don’t exist anymore

Maybe I never really did

You made feel feel desired for the first time ever

And then took it all away

And so I scrambled I fell grasping at the open air

And now I’ve hit the bottom of the canyon

Not quite dead

not quite breathing

maybe drowning

My spine shattered against the battered boulders

It’s quiet down here though

It was never quiet with you

Fuck you

I wish you never wanted to fuck me

I wish I didn’t have to keep breaking myself for you

Until I was a handful of shattered glass under your foot

The times I saved you from suicide every night

Matter not now

I tried to forget about them

About you

But I can’t

So fuck you

I can’t save you

And I shouldn’t have had to

I wish you didn’t fuck me

I hate that you wanted to touch me

I’m scared now

That no one will want to touch me

Because you’re the only one who did

And your touch sunk deep

I can still feel it sometimes

Even when I don’t want to

Rarely when I do

I hope you disappear into the back of my mind

Somewhere I don’t venture often

That’s where you belong

Far away from me

I’m happier here

And worse

But better every day I don’t think of you

I wish you didn’t look at me that way

I wish you didn’t speak to me that way

I wish you didn’t hurt me that way

I wish you didn’t paint me that way

I hope you forget about me

I hope I forget about you

But I know I won’t

I still wear the necklace

The star

The branches around my neck

It feels wrong to take it off

And feels wrong to leave it on

So I just try to forget it’s there

Forget how the rope flows arcross the valleys of my sunken collarbones

Forget how you looked at it

At them

At me

Try to forget the pattern

The late nights

The mistakes

The regrets

The firsts

The lasts

You made me into a lady didn’t you

And now I hate her and love her at the same time

Womanhood makes me sick

Because of you

And the way you looked at me

You call me sexy

You call me pretty

You call me kind

I call you worthy of love

You ask if you’re using me

I lie

It feels good to be desired

It doesn’t feel good anymore though

Now it makes me sick

I don’t want to be seen

But I can’t live without the perception of others

All because of you

And your yellow teeth

I miss then

I think more than anything else

Those teeth

With their spots

Brilliant white

My eyes were always drawn to them

But they’re gone now

And so are you

And I think I’m glad

I was your dog

And now

You left me

Bleeding and rabid

Without a bullet in my brain

Fuck you

I wish you would stop looking at me

But I keep seeing you

I keep feeling you

And it makes me sick

Sicker than it should

I can’t tell if I’m angry or honest

You don’t deserve this

You might deserve worse

I’m sorry I wasn’t enough

I’m sorry I was crazy

In my defense I think you might’ve driven me insane

But you’ll never know that

Because I’ll never tell you

I’ll never look at you

Because if I do

 I’ll be right back where I started

A shadow in a dress

Fetishized

Ostracized

And left to sit in the rain

And pretend I’m crying

Because you took that too

I miss when you loved me but I’m happy you don’t anymore

I don’t think I’m strong enough for that anymore

Easier this way:

You were perfect

I was better at lying to myself than you were at lying to me

Your eyes left cuts where I can’t reach them

Can’t bandage them

Can’t heal them

So I pretend they don’t exist

Just like you

It doesn’t work very well

But it was worth a try

I’m not a poet

You made sure I knew that

You made sure I knew that I was supposed to fuck you until you didn’t want to die anymore

But somewhere along the way you got rid of whatever was left of myself

I didn’t need to know these things about myself

I did it think I ever would

But you made sure I won’t forget

So please stay away

I’m too fragile your your voice

Even more for your silence

You took all my love away and I’m glad you did

It’s easier this way

A most familiar feeling:

How long did you love the sex more than me

How long was your favorite part of me the one I hated the most

How have you been

I don’t want to know anymore but

I know I’ll know again someday

You’ll find me

No matter where I hide

Quick to criticize quicker to change me

Quicker yet to leave

I’m glad you’re gone

I can pick up the pieces that are left

Delete what I wrote for you

Forget you ever happened to me

Walk away until I know you’ll never chase me

Hate what you used to love about me

Start to hate everything about you

I’m surprised I didn’t sooner

How was I ever happy when you looked at me

I’ll change my voice

Change my eyes

Sand off my face

And run until my feet fall off

Become so unrecognizable that even I feel foreign to myself

Which admittedly is the most familiar of feelings

If I replace every organ

Claw at my skin

Until I know you’ve never touched it

Will I be ok

Hate me more:

You’d probably hate who I’m becoming now

Which brings me comfort

Every moment that passes

You will hate me more

But I’m just glad

That you don’t love me anymore

Because that felt so much worse

Cleanliness my god:

I wish I could stop writing about you

I wish I could stop thinking of you

You taught me to love things I should hate

And now I feel wrong

I don’t write love poems anymore

I did once

You ignored them

You hated them

You didn’t say it out loud but I could see it in your eyes

You didn’t read them

You suffered through the ones I read to you

I know they weren’t good

But I loved you

That should’ve been good enough

You loved what was under my ill fitting skirts the parts of myself I tried the hardest to hide

Cleanliness is godliness and you had no god

Cleanliness became my god

And you became my satan

I liked it at first

Then you liked it too much

It became all I was good for

All you wanted

It felt good to be desired I guess

But it felt worse to be looked at in that way

Eyes blazing with something that scared me

An emotion that felt foreign to me

That always had

And so I waited

And hid

For it to be over

For you to love me

But instead I held you

Comforted you for hours

So that you could do it again

And again

When I just wanted to be loved

Girlhood sinkhole:

You made me a woman

While I was still trying to just be a girl

And now I don’t know who I am anymore

A familiar feeling

A sinkhole

A place I want to leave

Strawberry nose:

I’m tired of strawberry nose

Doomscroll

Lost submersible

Tired of staring at your eyes praying to see anything but disgust reflected back at me

Tired of being the only person in the world

Who hates me this much

More than I probably deserve

More than I’ve probably earned

Tired of being hard to love

Easy to shove

Bent and broken and caved in

Shattered to pieces and glued back together  again

I should probably go to sleep but I can’t

Tired of being incapable inconsiderate inconsequential

Just really fucking tired

Goodnight I hope

Strawberry nose

Ripped clothes

Bare toes unpainted

But I wish they were

A deep red a pitch black

Something a little more human

I wish I could love in a way that’s acceptable

To you

To me

That feels like it isn’t killing me too

Mending:

Sick of living 

Sick of healing 

Sick of apologizing

Of changing

Of admitting

You’re so pretty i could cry

The kind of beauty that seems unattainable

Foreign even

Otherworldly

How do you do it

I’ll ask myself that question for a very long time

There’s a pile of clothes on my floor that need mending

They have holes and tears that need patches and stitches

I’ll get to them eventually

You ripped my fishnets

I can’t mend those

You ruined me you know

Ruined my clothes

Ruined my body

Ruined my mind

But i’m still here

And i intend to stay that way

Summer after high school:

Screaming 

Crying

Songs about 9/11

Late nights

Regrets

Changes

Summer after high school

Almost lost all my friends

Changing myself everyday

It’s exhausting

Is this what happiness feels like?

Reckless driving

Check engine light

Second job

Nightmares

Death

And after all of it

Rebirth

The drowning man

The big yard sale

Goals ambitions

And bugs

Box hair dye

Wishing I could cry

Early mornings

Take my meds

Hope it gets better again

It’s better without you i think

Learning how to exist alone

Is the hardest thing i’ve done 

Until tomorrow

Then that will change too

No one will hate you more than you already do

Sufjan Stevens

Girls

So many girls

To kiss to be

To love to hold

To run from

To hide

Wondering what a sunburn feels like 

New bedsheets that don’t quite fit right

Dread, love, and fear

New posters, old eyeliner

Scared of flying 

Scared of dying 

Cards on my wall

Wishing me well

Broken CD player

Broken spirit

Is this it?

What stains the heart:

Work shirts

Grease stains

Grease stains the heart too you know

So does blood

And loss

I bought white eyeliner from a vending machine

Used it once

Now it’s in my drawer

Shirtless pictures on a digital camera

Are all  I have left

Therapy appointments and soft blankets keep me going

So do you

More as an act of revenge at this point

Slow revenge

Metamorphosis

Like kafka

I doubt you’ve ever read kafka

Walk in the park play on the swings

I wish I could write horny poetry

Boygenius lyrics:

I feel platonic love in a way that scares me 

I’m nothing without my friends

It scares others too

I think we’re all just a bit scared

Boygenius lyrics

Kissing on stage

Devotion and love

I know i’m broken

But please let me love you

You make me a bit less frightened

You all do

Homoerotic swimsuit shopping 

Loving too much

And sometimes not enough

I know i’m not easy to love

But please let me love you

Hearts in texts and hugs with eyes

I promise i like being touched

I just don’t want to burden you

Road trips and letters sitting on our phones

Panic attacks and loving arms

Even when they’re by your side

Hand tattoos and weed 

I think that’s what my future holds

I hope yours holds all that and oh so much more

You deserve the world 

I’m sorry if I love you too much

It’s just that you stayed

Will you still be here when I'm 27?

Even the little things:

Poetry so bad 

it might as well be a word association game 

Unused mascara

Tight underwear

Nothing fits right and I don’t think it ever will

Water droplets across my skin

The second hour in the shower

Remind me who i’m supposed to be

Dead black rotting skin

As i become more sunken in

I’ve lost everything that brings me joy

Even the little things

It might be different tomorrow 

But tonight

In this moment an hour before the stars

With the wrong clothes

At the wrong time

It’s all gone

I’m sunken in

And i think this is it

No more weird little loves

No more loving till it hurts

Just empty

Poured out over the concrete 

Tricking into the sewer drain

For the long journey home

I’ve scared them all away 

and I don’t think they’re coming back

And for once 

I don’t blame them

I’ve accepted it now

I’d let you touch me:

Broken computer screen

Broken cash machine

Dried up plants i’ve ignored for far too long

I’m sorry you didn’t deserve this

Spider in a jar

Friends from afar

Unloveable self in the mirror

Ruined myself again for you

Trying really hard to make you see

That i’d let you touch me

If you wanted to

But i doubt you do

And I don’t blame you

I don’t want to either

But i’m stuck in this skin

Try as I might

Glimpses of the stars

On the walk from my car

Before I disappear

New septum piercing didn’t stop you from leaving

And I don’t blame you anymore

I’m glad you left

But i would’ve let you touch me

If you wanted to

What’s left of my heart:

You can fuck me till i fall apart 

Rip out what’s left of my heart

Pull my lungs out my ears

And my brain out my nose

You can have anything of me you want my darling

My books

My eyes

My touch

My love

Apologies for the ages

I’ll make you a playlist even if I don’t love you

Not because I don’t want to 

But because I think i lost the strength to love you a long time ago

It’s nothing personal

I’d give everything to be able to love you

To know you

To blush when you look at me

I’ll try my best i’ll buy you flowers

Kiss your face

Stay up late

But I can only pretend for so long 

that this isn’t just because I can’t be left alone

I’d treat you right 

We’d never fight

But I know i’m not enough

And i think that’s ok

Made to love you:

She says she likes her nose

and god I wish I liked mine too

In the exact same way she does

A girl who likes her nose

Panic attacks in my bed sheets

Wishing for a loving embrace

You can use me if you want

Just don’t make me go away

Clenched jaws I never notice until they start to hurt

Can’t seem to let them go

Thought I was getting better

Now I know I was wrong

Weighted blanket isn’t enough

Need your embrace

Anyone’s embrace

Need you to touch me

Need you to want to touch me

Need anyone to want to touch me

Motorcycle rumblings signal my end

And as much of me wants to run

Also wants to embrace it

Made to love you

Made to love anyone

Please look at me with kind eyes

And I will worship the ground you walk upon for as long as you let me

And just a little bit more after that

Stay on the plateau with me:

Everyone else is loved and fucked and touched and desired

Everyone else feels love in their hearts and tears in their eyes

There is an unspoken loneliness in losing your will to cry

To cry to love to hold to cherish

Screams of female rage or heartbroken sobs that shake the earth you walk on are but

A pipe dream

Why oh why would you ever wish to leave this plateau

Sweetness is sickness

And sickness is heartbreak

Heartbreak is loss

And loss is death

So why not skip it all

Watch the sunset from the plateau

Overheat 

All alone

Love yourself like no one can

Stare into the river and wonder what color the rocks at the bottom are

Drive past the bar where you might ruin your life

In a year or two

Do drugs alone in your room and pretend you’re more

More than you ever will be

More than you’ve ever been

Wonder when your friends will stop loving you

If it hasn’t happened already

Write poetry for sad girls who are so much more like you than yourself

Hide in a masquerade

Remember who you were 3 years ago

Then forget everything and everyone you ever where

Almond soap blues

Be too quiet

Make too much noise

Be restless

Be tired

But never forget who you are

Tiptoes and sad girls

Mothers who stare at me

But oh to be loved

To be desired will always be immortality

Oh to be perceived

The girl I want to be:

To see her knees peeking out from under that dress when she crouches

Inspecting bugs under a rock

Sticks and leaves in her hair

Bags full of old melon rinds 

Faded stick and poke tattoos from someone she once knew

This is the girl I want to be

Bewitched eyes

Impressive doc martens collection

Big beetle purse

Frilly socks, can’t read a clock

Because she’s never had to

Old tattered hat, white flower dress

Band aids and perfume

This is the girl I want to be

Cries in secret

Loves in public

Galaxy eyes with the universe inside

Thrifted button downs 

Gray sports bra 

Kills all her plants but loves them so

Pleasure to have in class

Life of the party

Reads alone in the garden 

This is the girl I want to be

But i’m not and I don’t know if i’ll ever be

So i’ll keep dreaming

Keep weeping

Keep praying

Keep waiting

For the girl i’m meant to be

[kazxraval]

When people died, especially young and especially tragic, they remained behind glass. Yes, Kaz felt compelled to dissect those moments with the ghost and a singular memory thrust upon him to experience again. Later. Alone. Not then. For the time being, Ani returned to the space behind her protective glass.

Emre found a similarity with the siblings. Kaz's brows rose and fell as a reply. In the pod, they touched with a brush of fingers, a clasp of hands. Emre did so as an invitation into the pod and Kaz accepted. "Not sure Walid would agree about not counting. You two farting and ranting so loud no one wants to bother coming down here or what?"

Enough teases. It's our lounge-- made so clear. "This is the best." Low and appreciative, still in awe with a few clear nods of his head. "Can't believe you went through all this trouble." His gaze swept around the little oasis. "Now, gonna need a sound system. I'll be in charge of setting it up. And yeah. Finding shit to smoke isn't too difficult for me." Walid was his best customer, but he kept that bit to himself. "Nowadays people want to get high and get fucked more than ever, yeah?" Undeniably.

"We just calling it the lounge, when we want to meet up here?" A new spot, a bit of permanence on an island where everything changed.

His eyes lifted away from the charcoal for a few seconds. "Surprised she didn't kick your ass instead. Looks like she could throw a punch," a compliment, impressed. Kaz normally said little about the past, lately Emre encouraged. "I was with a couple of people who wanted me to do that. Smack 'em around a little." Another look at Emre, but longer lasted. "Never heard you say anything about love except for your family. Even for a cat."

Once the preparations with the pipe were done, Kaz flopped down in the cushions. And took his sweet time to answer. A deep draw from the hose Emre passed over. Kaz placed Emre's hand between them to examine each knuckle for pain or swelling.

"I was 19. What you saw. She was 16." So much occurred that year, it felt like a lifetime. "I talked to her on the phone after. A week later, or two, dunno." He did know, actually. Those final seconds with someone seared into the brain. "Two weeks. Eventually my grandfather called and said Ani didn't come home one day."

And the rest, a giant wheel that spun Kaz dizzy. "She was mad at me in the end. Really pissed off. We'd grown apart. We weren't like you and Iyaz. She wanted to move in with me and... well, I was barely on my feet at that point. The fuck was I supposed to do." Kaz left out particulars as they seemed neither interesting or important.

He tapped his teeth on the end of the hose and glanced beside him. And then another huff from the pipe. "I should've done more, so you don't have to tell me." Not defensive necessarily, more to acknowledge it was too late. Should've helped, should have asked more questions. His own emotional deep-freeze thanks to his father paralyzed him, perhaps. "I already know this, Emre."

But Emre was the protective brother too and probably saw through every mistake made. He melted further into the 'lounge'. Long legs spread and his gaze turned more to the ceiling as he slouched. "Wish I could've been more like you in that sense. The big brother. She should've had that, hm?" A drag with the smoke held in his mouth followed by several puffed smoke rings. "Anyway. Enough from me, let's get high."

It was painful, witnessing Kaz suffer. He was an immutable man; things had to move around him. He'd carve his own way and he'd earned that right. He'd made himself distant and acerbic, but not purposeless. Certainly not purposely cruel. Emre had only known him for three years, but this bizarre island granted him multiple scenes from Kaz's history. Ani had always been a bright light in that past, sometimes too blinding for Emre to properly see or understand. But he assumed Kaz understood all of his little sister - her short life, herself - in agonizing, gory detail.

Having Ani on the island, seeing how Kaz had been with this ghost of her...now Emre wasn't sure what he understood about the pair of them. As a ghost, she floated and flittered about; but maybe she was like that in real life. A butterfly fluttering around Kaz's head; sometimes beautiful, sometimes irritating. The memory was so raw, an interaction more vibrant than Kaz's reality with Ani's ghost. It still frustrated Emre to see how Kaz missed this chance. Not to make things right, but to do something. It was devastating, to perceive that Kaz had, once again, done nothing about his little sister.

Emre couldn't wrap his head around it, so he made concessions instead. Maybe Kaz and ghost-Ani did have a heart-to-heart, before Kaz brought Ani to meet Emre. Maybe they did sort things out, as much as they could. Maybe Kaz got some closure, maybe something good came out of this, for Kaz. Emre didn't know everything that had transpired between the two siblings, for Ani's short stay on the island. He just saw what he was allowed to see, before the island took the girl back.

He listened as Kaz narrated for his little sister. He made it sound so friendly and congenial, now. Kaz could tell stories about Ani better than he could be with the girl. "Loads of questions. Just like her brother, yeah?"

Emre had forgotten about the state of his hand, but he just nodded. His hand would be okay; but it would be better if Kaz wanted something of fuss over. And Emre liked being fussed over.

Emre liked fussing as well, over certain people. Iyaz was long gone, so Kaz got the brunt of it now. A great motivator to transform this dorm pod into a smoke den just for the pair of them (maybe Walid if he wanted in, but Emre doubted the little old thing would be interested). "It's our lounge," Emre corrected, reaching for Kaz as he slipped inside. "No one but Walid and me comes down this wing anyway. And Walid don't count."

If Kaz wanted this too. The way he jumped into work preparing the shisha, Emre believed that was a yes. "And you'll have to find more things to smoke in it, yeah. I only got this little bit of hash from Orion, only last one go."

Emre took his time, as Kaz filtered Emre's life through his own lenses. "Melz got hurt plenty in her life. Nature of the world..." Kaz would know. "I never hit her though. Nah that's not true - she hit me and then I smacked her back. Then we shagged," Emre huffed, remembering slowly. "But I never beat her. High bloody standard."

It was a fondness, Kaz was right. "I loved her, but not enough to change anything for her. She'd always be my sidegirl. I'd always be her sideman." A rueful chuckle. "I miss her cat."

The bowl was packed and placed, Emre did the final flourish of lighting the coconut charcoal, waiting a moment. He handed a hose to Kaz, took one for himself, and lounged against the cushions. And Kaz finally spoke, about his memory - through Emre, anyway. Emre went along with it. "You looked so young. Your face is young now but I keep forgetting you was only 27 when the island snatched you. How old you was, when that happened?" Emre finally took a puff, eyes fluttering from the smoky inhalation. "Was it the last time you saw her?"