#vega and altair make up the summer triangle along with deneb which reminds her of the hasu triangle

[mihotose]

what hasu wished for for tanabata

kaho: a shopping mall!!!

ginko: to spread kanazawa's charms to the world; for her grandfather and grandmother and all the craftspeople to live long and healthy lives

kozue: good health

megumi: no more tests (kaho thought the same but kozue-senpai would have been mad)

ruri: captivate the world with megu-chan and himecchi

hime: have fun with mirapa and her favourite game

sayaka: said wishes won't come true if you talk about them so she didn't write anything

kosuzu: started writing but when she heard sayaka say that she stopped

tsuzuri: also didn't write anything so decided to just ask sayaka directly to make her chirashizushi

[hopelikethemoon]

Constellations (Ezra x Reader) [smut]

title: constellations  rating: explicit length: 2,400 warnings: Smut (public sexual content, female masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, creampie, roleplay)  notes: Set in the same universe as this drabble. For anyone who doesn’t know about constellations, Ezra references the stars in the Summer Triangle, which Vulpecula is located in the middle of. This universe is set pre-Prospect. 

“My sly little fox, I have a resplendent plan for our evening.” Ezra drawled out as he settled himself beside you in the rounded booth. You were nestled towards the back of the tavern, mostly as a means to avoid trouble. You had garnered for yourself quite an officious record with other prospectors. It was sheer luck that Ezra was enthralled with your errant ways, rather than the alternative. 

“And what is that?” You questioned with an arched brow, bringing the bitter polish to your lips. “Setting a spice harvest on fire? Looting that drunken oaf over there?” You nodded towards a man who had fallen asleep on the table with his data pad and personal effects on clear display. You couldn’t believe someone would be so foolish. 

Ezra reached out and brushed his fingers over your jaw, turning you back to face him. “No, my vulpine delight. I have something far more appealing to offer you this evening.” His tongue traced over his bottom lip as he held your gaze. “Something to sate that fire you burning in your eyes.” He slid his fingertips over your jaw, his thumb brushing down the column of your throat. 

He had your attention now. He had that look in his eyes that made a coil of desire twist in your gut, arousal burning between your thighs. 

“I do believe this plan will do much to ameliorate our moods this evening.” Ezra clicked his tongue against his teeth, reaching for his polish and finishing it off. You watched the way his throat moved as he swallowed, wanting nothing more than to press kisses to his golden skin. 

Ezra made a show of situating himself more comfortably beside you. Your brows furrowed as you studied the way he had angled himself — like he was blocking you from view. You were already tucked away, but he had made it even more pronounced. 

“Ezra…?” 

He smirked at you, “I want you to touch yourself for me.”

Your eyes widened and desire spiked through you. “Oh.” A nervous laugh escaped you and you shook your head. “I was expecting something devious, but… this.” A smirk twisted at your lips as you looked back at him. “Right here?”

Ezra slowly nodded his head. “Right here, little fox.” He reached out and brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. Your lips parted and you nipped at the digit before it retreated. “I want you to make yourself come.” 

“Wouldn’t it be more fun for you to make me come?” You countered, swallowing thickly. Your fingers trailed over your collarbone, feeling the heat of a flush burning across your chest and cheeks. 

“Later.” He tilted his head, as if to tell you to continue. 

You scraped your teeth over your bottom lip, settling back against the booth. “Keeva preserve me.” You muttered, eyes darting past Ezra as you watched for any unsuspecting eyes to fall upon your booth. There were none. Everyone was absorbed in their own conversations — no one cared to look your way. 

Ezra smirked at you, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he watched you with rapt attention. There was nothing to be seen, as the table came to just beneath your ribs, but your face was what revealed your efforts. 

You slid your hand beneath the waistband of your leggings. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You whispered to him as you dipped your fingers beneath your underwear. You spread your legs beneath the table, giving your hand the room to settle between your thighs.  

“Are you wet, little fox?”

“I’m always wet when I’m with you.” You told him, lips parting as you brushed your finger over your clit. “You have an effect on me.” 

Ezra licked his lips slowly, “I intend to explore that effect once we return to the pod.” 

You sat up a little straighter as you circled your clit slowly, your lashes fluttering as you tried to keep your eyes fixed on his. “Tell me what you plan to do to me.” You begged quietly, your voice wavering as you worked your fingertip against that little bundle of nerves. 

He chuckled lowly, tracing his fingertip around the rim of his empty polish. “You are aware of my rather deviant predilection.” Ezra mused, brows rising when it became clear you had paused in your own ministrations. “Please continue.” 

“Sorry.” You laughed breathlessly, shifting closer to him as you continued teasing your sensitive flesh. You let your foot drag over his lower leg, wishing he would touch you. “Tell me, Ezra.” 

Ezra took pity on you, reaching out beneath the table to curl his hand around your leg. Even through the fabric of your pants you could feel the heat of his palm against you. Your head tilted and you moaned breathily. His grip tightened as he spoke, “Right now, my sweet bel esprit, I want you to dip your fingers into your cunt.” You obeyed without hesitation, thrusting your fingers into yourself. “I wish to taste.” 

You pressed closer to him as you withdrew your hand from your underwear, offering it to him. 

He shook his head with a crooked grin. “Wet your lips for me.” 

You swallowed thickly, transfixed by the fire in his eyes. “You still haven’t told me what you intend to do when we return to our pod.” You reminded him as you spread your arousal over your lips for him. He descended upon you, his tongue dragging over your lips to taste you before he slanted his mouth hungrily over yours. 

“I don’t know if you can handle my desires for you, little fox.” He breathed out, pressing his forehead to yours as he brushed your hair behind your ears. “Touch yourself.” Ezra commanded, waiting until your hand had slid back into your underwear before he continued to speak. “All the things I wish to do to you.” 

“Tell me, Ezra.” You begged, tilting your head so your lips nearly brushed against his. “Please.” 

“The season has changed.” He remarked, breath hot against your lips. “The frost of a stifling winter has melted away, seeping into mother earth and preparing her.” Ezra drawled out, his melodic voice filling your veins with a needy warmth. “And you, my sweet fox, are as ripe as she is.” His trailed beneath your arm, resting against your lower stomach. “I see the way your eyes linger on children.”

Fuck. 

“The want that burns in your gaze.” 

He was too observant. 

“I can give that to you.” Ezra canted his head, letting his lips move against yours as he spoke. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” You panted out, working your fingers in and out of yourself desperately as you neared your release. “Please, Ezra.” 

“I should’ve known that’s what you desired.” He rasped out, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and scraping lightly. “Stop.” 

You whined as he curled his fingers around your wrist and pulled your hand away from your aching center. 

“Look at me.” He urged and your lashes fluttered as you focused your eyes on his. Ezra looked so serious now, his jaw clenched so tightly you saw the tick of his muscle under the strain. “Is that truly what you desire?”

Your chest heaved as you drew in a wavering breath. “Yes.” 

Ezra looked as though he couldn’t believe you. That he must’ve been mistaken by what he heard. “You truly assent to my desire to see you heavy with my child, little fox? Is that what you desire too?” 

You brushed your fingers over his cheek, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. “Yes.” You promised him, cupping his cheek. “I want everyone to know that I’m yours.” You pulled back, holding his gaze. “But right now, if you don’t let me come…” 

He glanced around the tavern circumspectly, brows drawn together as he ensured that no eyes had fallen upon the scene playing out between you. Satisfied, his dark gaze returned to your face, beckoning you closer. 

Ezra slid his hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, fingers sliding between your sensitive folds. He was just teasing you, but the rough texture of his touch had desire burning through you. “I cannot wait until we are alone. I’m going to fill this sweet little cunt, again and again, until I’m certain it’s taken hold.”

You moaned quietly, biting down on your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. 

“You like that, don’t you?” He questioned lowly, pressing two fingers into you, trying to reach that sweet spot within you. “Just as Vega, Deneb, and Altair reveal themselves in the haze of summer, our child will appear.” He grazed his lips over yours as he drummed his thumb over your clit and made you shatter. 

Your hips arched up off the booth, grinding against his fingers. “Ezra, take me home. Take me home.” 

 ⁠—⁠—⁠—

 “Keeva has surely smiled upon me.” Ezra drawled out, whistling his praise as his eyes swept over you. “I pity every man and woman who will never lay their eyes upon this rare and splendid sight.”

You rolled your eyes at Ezra’s rhapsodizing. “I think they’d thank you for taking away such a burden.” You taunted, gesturing to yourself. “Keeva knows your tongue has chased away attempts at an early demise.”

He chuckled, grinning at you as you moved to join him on the bed. Greedy hands found newly bared skin, tracing the patterns of constellations between scars and marks that dotted your complexion. 

“And such a radiant life that has been spared,” He murmured as he trailed his mouth over your throat. “Such fire.”

Ezra slid his hand between your thighs, dragging his rough fingers between your tender folds. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you, my little fox.”

You moaned, rolling back onto the bed, knees bent and legs spread. “I want you to fuck me, Ezra.” You told him, lashed fluttering as he pressed close to you along your side. His hand still wedged between your thighs. “I want to feel you, deep within me. I want you to fill me.” 

You grabbed at the back of his head, fingers twisting at his hair as you kissed him. 

Prospecting was not a life you brought a child into. But you wanted that. You wanted that with him. 

Ezra was the most infuriating man you had ever met — but he fed into the fire in your veins. He seemed to thrive in the blaze you left in your wake. And you wanted him. You wanted to be tied to him forever. To see him lavish your changing body with the tender affection he reserved for you. To see him cradle your child against his chest. To be the object of his pride. 

He moved then, slotting himself between your thighs. Ezra caught your hands and pinned them back onto the bed above your head. He kept them corralled within his grasp, using his free hand to guide his cock to your waiting center. 

He filled you ⁠— his cock pressing deep within you. It stoked the fire that coiled within you, the burn his fingers had only begun to sate. Your back arched up off the bed as you rolled your hips downwards, meeting his every thrust. 

“Are you going to be a good girl?” He questioned, pressing the full length of his cock into you as he whispered into your ear. “I’m going to fill you up and I need you to keep every drop in you. Can you do that for me?” Ezra’s facial hair was rough against the soft skin just beneath your ear. “My sweet little fox.” 

“Yes.” You freed your hands from his grasp, nails biting into his shoulders as you clung to him. “Please, Ezra. Please.” You wrapped one leg around his hips, trying to pull him in closer. 

Ezra kissed you desperately, fingers curling around your jaw. “Look at me.” He hissed out and your eyes snapped open to stare up at him. You moaned as he slammed into you, the angle of his thrusts just right. Your back arched up off the mattress as you came apart, your inner walls clenching around his cock as he slid in and out of you again and again.

His breath was hot against your throat as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, your name on his tongue as his body went rigid. You could feel the way his cock throbbed within you, the way his release spilled out, filling you. 

Slowly, Ezra sat back on his knees, keeping the length of his cock buried within you. “You take me so well,” He drawled out, smoothing his hand over your lower belly as he reached for a pillow. 

You lifted your hips up infinitesimally as he shoved the pillow beneath your ass, keeping your hips elevated as his cock slid out of you. “Look at you.” Eyes transfixed between your thighs as he reached out and circled his thumb over your clit slowly. “Fuck.” 

You moaned as his teasing made you clench, feeling the warmth of his seed starting to slip from you. But he wasn’t about to let that happen, his thumb gathering it up and pressing it back into you. “Ezra.” You breathed out, staring at him. “Come here.” 

“Can’t handle anymore, little fox?”

You shook your head, curling your arms around him as he settled down beside you. “You’re going to make me combust if you keep teasing me.” You admitted, laughing breathlessly as he pressed a kiss to a spot on your shoulder. 

“That was fun.” He admitted, pulling back to meet your eyes. Ezra traced his fingertips over your arm, brushing his thumb over the spot where your birth control implant was securely in place. “Is that something…” 

“Yes.” You admitted, catching his hand and bringing it to his lips. “But I know what it’s like to be the kid of prospectors. It’s shit.” You reminded him, kissing each fingertip. “Maybe one day we’ll find somewhere safe to dwell.”

“If only you’d learn how to make friends, little fox. One cannot find safety if they seek out trouble in every port we stumble upon.” Ezra rubbed his thumb over your lips. “As much as I delight in your flights of arsonist fancy⁠—”

You grabbed him by the face and kissed him, “Shut up, Ezra.” 

“As you wish, my vulpecula.”