#which is the worst thing ever. i hate it. i hate not knowing what is my place in people's life. i hate wondering if i even have a place in

[ckret2]

i come to you today with another samurai jack AU. quick recap of where this AU diverges from canon:

("hey i haven't seen the show and idk what's going on" okay, watch this from 9:56)

Every once in a while somebody goes "do we really KNOW Aku (as a separate entity from the space blob) is inherently evil? or did he just immediately turn evil due to the fact that his very first interaction was his creator telling him he meant to kill him? how would things have gone differently if that hadn't happened?" and I went okay, sure, let's roll with that.

AU where the emperor DIDN'T immediately give Aku a motive to hate humanity and just sort of claims him. that's his son now.

and that's Jack's brother now.

listen, I've made jokes in two different posts about Jack & Aku having the same birthday and y'all should have interpreted that as a threat.

Aku is NOT allowed to name himself Literally The Word "Evil." He gets named Kage. And being called Literally The Word "Shadow" is edgy enough to satisfy him so he goes with it.

Since Jack never gets named "Jack," he's going by his real name. which in this au is Hikari, because adoptive twins named Light and Shadow feels like the kind of corny symbolism this show would jump all over.

it's also an actual phrase: 光と影 (hikari to kage, "light and shadow") meaning "rise and fall; ups and downs; shame and glory; bright side and dark side; light and shadow"

I wonder a lot about the fact that Aku's just, like, created as an adult. We know he's capable of developing and changing—he does during the course of the show—so like, he hasn't been static since he was born. What was he pre-loaded with, then, and what came later?

what if he looks adult to human eyes, but mentally he's just a young child that can already talk & fight. "Guy tells baby he was trying to kill him; baby throws a tantrum and decides to take over the world"—that feels like a perfectly proportionate emotional reaction for an actual newborn less than five minutes old for whom this is not only the worst thing to ever happen to him, but the ONLY thing to ever happen to him.

This isn't how I interpret Aku by default; but it IS how I'm interpreting him in this AU so that he can mentally keep pace with Jack and so that he has to "grow up" even though he already looks grown. Sure, this means that at a week old he's saying stuff like "if that odious daimyo visits Father again today, I will rip his body asunder and send his charred skull back to his grieving children" but he's also saying stuff like "why does my brother get a blanket but I don't? 🥺"

"oh," you say, "so this is like a nice soft AU where nothing bad happens?"

NO. It's an AU about a demon tree child under constant pressure to make himself smaller & less threatening so everyone stops fearing him, and he's never quite small enough or unthreatening enough unless he's literally disguised as something other than himself—and sometimes not even then.

It's about the less favored son who can never seem to do anything right enough to gain his father's approval. Sometimes he almost thinks his father hates him. But that can't be true, right? After all, his father went out into the wilderness with a potion and some hocus-pocus to make him on purpose, and why would he have done that if he didn't want him? Surely there isn't some other secret reason his father made him that he doesn't know about. Is he just not living up to his father's expectations? Is he too much trouble?

At least his brother loves him unconditionally.

[strawberrystepmom]

dante x f!reader. established relationship, a minor disagreement that ends up in hurt/comfort. | wc: 1.4k, reading time: ~5 minutes

“I’m coming with you.”

Your remark is firm while you practically chase after Dante who slumps down in the chair behind his desk for the briefest moment, pulling equipment from the drawers of his desk and putting it into his pockets. 

“No, you’re not.”

It irritates you how he won’t even look up, preoccupied with getting out of here. Your jaw slackens, eyes narrowing.

“Why not?”

Now he looks up, his own teeth clenched. 

“Because I’ve said no ten times and meant it every one.” 

He hates fighting with you. In fact, he hates telling you no about anything and you’re all too well aware of it judging by the way you seem to think you can wear his defenses down into a yes right now. 

Disengaging by looking down, he loads a few bullets into his guns which further irritates you. 

There’s no such thing as a truly unexpected job in his line of work. He gets calls at all hours of the day or night sometimes, reporting to wherever he needs to be to take care of business, but you don’t understand why he won’t let you come. It’s midday and he’s clearly playing coy about the threat level of whatever is out there meaning there may be a need for help.

Laughing sarcastically, you stand in place in front of his desk. 

“It amazes me how you are never this serious about a no until it has to do with what I want.”

Whipping his head upward so fast his hair falls out of place against his forehead, the man you love more than any other curls his lip and points all five of his fingers toward you, eyes wide.

“And it amazes me that you’ve never bothered to wonder why I'm so serious about it. How many times have we had this exact conversation?" 

There has never been a time where he’s raised his voice at you and he has no plans of starting now but you are seriously testing his patience. 

You fold your arms across your torso and raise your brows adversarially high. "I wish you’d just admit it’s because you think I'm weak and can't protect myself. Your little liability."

Finally, you push Dante to the point of a frustrated, humorless chuckle punctures the tense air of the room. You flinch in place, averting your eyes from him to other corners of the room that seem a lot easier to look at. Walls don't have eyes that pierce to your very soul the way his are right now, feeling them even if you don't see them.

"Will you please stop thinking the worst about me? I know better than anyone you can take care of yourself." 

He scoffs, another ironic chuckle following it. 

"In fact, this isn’t even about you. Have you ever thought for even a second that I keep you away from my jobs because I don't know what I would do if something happened to you? That nobody does?" 

You look up and he looks directly at you, brows furrowed. 

"Yeah, I've been called out about it before. By Trish and Lady and everyone who has ever seen the way I am when it comes to you." He shakes his head, rising from his seat behind the desk, reaching across it and grabbing your trembling hands. "They’ve all had the same thing to say about how you can't be around because my focus becomes keeping you safe."

He looks away from you, retreating to somewhere distant in his mind. 

"I catch myself thinking about a world without you sometimes and it's dark and heavy and...and I know I couldn't do it if I didn't have you."

"Do what?"

"Any of this.” He waves his hand around the waiting room of Devil May Cry dramatically. “Exist."

"Dante..." 

You click your tongue, chest aching at his words. They’re well meant but even the faintest insinuation of him stumbling into the bad shape he was when you first met makes you feel hollow.

"I mean it, sweetheart. You could come up with a hundred arguments and probably already have but I wish you wouldn't waste your time arguing with me about what the truth is. It’s not that you're weak, it's that I'm weak for you."

Now you feel like a real problem, pouting like a little girl while he airs out the truth. “Stop it.”

“No, you stop. Let me tell you how I feel and maybe, just maybe, actually listen to me for once.”

Pushing your fists against your eyes, you take a deep breath and allow the pressure of your knuckles to keep the levy holding back your tears from breaking. You probably look as pathetic as you feel standing there like this, shoulders slumped inward and breaths coming in staggered pants. 

Merciful man that he is, Dante never lets you suffer for long. 

You hear his footsteps round his desk in the  same pattern you memorized a long time ago, his warm arms coming to cradle you even if you won’t look at him. Your body naturally leans against his chest, fists pressed against his shirt, face hidden. 

“You’ve made me a man, not just someone pretending to be half one.” He unburies your face to kiss the tip of your nose, pulling you against his chest to bury your head beneath his scruffy chin. “And you’re one thing I wanna keep safe forever because of it. Is that so wrong?”

Shaking your head no, you sigh in lighthearted defeat. How can you put up a fight, especially when he is safely nestling his beating heart in your hand? You protect it, he protects you. 

It’s not all that bad of a deal when you really think about it. 

“You’re starting to give me a stomach ache,” you joke, lifting yourself up on the tips of your toes to kiss him. It’s a little brush of lips against lips, far less searing then how you usually approach. 

Still, it says everything. The pair of you remain locked together - two bodies and one shared soul - refusing to part even to continue the conversation. 

“Sorry for thinking the worst.” 

Your apology is only slightly muffled, mashed between his mouth and yours. He parts his lips to reply but chooses to kiss you instead, tongue dipping between lips he could not successfully exist without. You’ve given his world more than color, you’ve breathed life into every last corner of it. The least he can do is tell you so once in a while. 

Smiling against your lips, he stops for a breath and backs away enough to look down at you. 

“Let me know next time that happens so I can get ahead of it, okay?”  

A lighthearted reminder, sealed with another small kiss. The tension in the room gradually soothes itself, minute by passing minute. The safety of his arms even improves your mood slightly, your fists pressed against the center of his chest rather than over your eyes. 

“Please stay behind and let me come home to you in one piece.”

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you fight the urge to insist you need to continue fighting for your place in his life. He’s telling you clearly that you’ve earned it. 

“Alright,” you acquiesce, raising yourself up on tippy toes to kiss him again. 

Opening your mouth to continue speaking he shoots you a look, not venomous or dangerous, but serious. He doesn’t wanna argue about this again. 

You lean into him, big eyes staring. “Fine, God, okay. But you need to call me as soon as you’re done because I don’t know what I’d do without you either and cannot think about it so please don’t make me.”

Dante nods, chuckling. 

“You’ve got yourself a deal.”

Later on, after you’re less emotional and he’s home safe and sound, you’ll admit he’s right. You’ll mutter against his hair that he’s not merely a good man but the best one for thinking of you the way he does and that you constantly question if you deserve it or not. He’ll whisper to you that nobody has ever deserved it more, rocking you gently until you fall into a fitful sleep and leaving him awake for a little longer. 

Only then will he find himself alone enough to silently thank whatever force brought you, this stubborn, beautiful woman, into his life to save him. He’ll insist to this same force that he’s only making up for lost time by protecting you from danger to begin with. 

It happens every time.

[jishyucks]

was not, were not, is — ldh

pairing. haechan x reader  genre. friends to implied lovers, drunk confession wc. 1.5k summary. sober you would beat you up if she heard the bullshit spilling from your mouth; in which alcohol is both your best friend and your worst enemy warnings. excessive amount of fluff, reader’s drunk as hell, Donghyuck’s love language is acts of service  an. a little warm up writing before I start writing longer fics again—I REALLY like the drunk confession microtrope,,, this whole thing was either written at 5AM on my work breaks or 5AM bc my sleep schedule is fucked up,,, pls enjoy!

You couldn’t give any less of a fuck that the bare soles of your feet were touching the cool pavement. 

In fact, you couldn’t give any less of a fuck about anything.

Mind hazy, still tipsy from the shots your cousin had shoved in your hands, you briefly recall Donghyuck telling you that your mom had requested to bring you home—something about staying back to help clean up the venue and something about crashing out?—who the hell cares. 

You let out a snort for no reason.

Maybe you should’ve brought extra shoes.

But again, you don’t care.

Donghyuck tails you, not too far behind. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, a smile playing lightly upon his lips as he watched you stumble under the lights of the venue. He knows he should be at your side in case you lose your balance, but it hadn’t even been five minutes since you declined his arm.

“You sure you don’t want to wear my shoes?” 

You stop in your tracks and look back at him. It’s only now that you notice how sweaty the man was, bangs stuck to his forehead from all the dancing. This could also explain why your feet were killing you, “What shoes would you wear?”

He holds up the pair of heels dangling from his fingers, “Yours.” 

You scoff and continue walking, “You in heels? Funny.”

And although your intentions were to offend Donghyuck, the smile on his face stays put, “Well, if it means you could walk comfortably, then I’d endure that pain and embarrassment.” 

You roll your eyes, using all the strength in your entire body to not physically react to Donghyuck’s choice of words, “Please never say that ever again.” 

“I’m serious,” he responds, “Also, I told you about bringing extra shoes.” 

Donghyuck’s eyes trail further down the walkway, noting down that the parking lot was inching closer and closer. He recalls from this morning that the parking lot was sprinkled with pebbles. He frowns, “Can you please just put my shoes on?” 

“I’m fine, Hyuck,” you groan, “I think that the car isn’t even far from here.” 

“You’re right but…” 

You hear him sigh out deeply before you hear his footsteps pick up in pace, the heels of his dress shoes clicking against the pavement. The alcohol pulls your eyes shut for just a moment, and when you finally gain control of them again, you find your best friend kneeling down in front of you, back turned towards you, “Get on.” 

“Hyuck, I said I was fine,” you attempt to walk around him, but the man somehow predicts which way you’re going and scoots right in front of you. 

“And I said to get on,” he orders gently, “Please.” 

The ‘please’ causes you to giggle and you find yourself staring at the back of his head, dwindling on a few possible answers. His hair looks soft, like something you’d want to reach out and touch. “Don’t wanna… risk you dropping me.”

If you weren’t completely insane for your best friend, you would’ve hopped onto his back no problem. Hell, with the alcohol you felt a little bit bolder than usual, but nothing could mistake that little kick in your heartbeat telling you that if you decided to take his offer, you’d probably melt the second you make contact with him. 

“I’ll throw a tantrum if you don’t,” Donghyuck threatens (was that even considered a threat?), “C’mon.”

“I hate you,” you mutter. But your actions completely contradict your words as you carefully secure yourself onto Donghyuck’s back, arms wrapping right around his neck. He follows in pursuit, hooking his arms right under your knees before he stands up. “You suck.” 

“See, it isn’t so bad,” he laughs, “I’m strong. I won’t drop you.”

Your brain’s telling you to mock him back, but your words falter because you’re hit by Donghyuck’s perfume. Fuck—of course he smells good. You can’t remember a time that he didn’t. 

It takes every ounce of your sobriety to not bury your face in Donghyuck’s hair. 

“I actually had fun,” Donghyuck begins, referring to the wedding, “Honestly, I was scared to meet your other relatives. You always talk about them and they sound scary. But I actually had fun.” 

“That’s good,” you reply quietly, almost dazed, “I’m glad you had fun.” 

Your head flops onto Donghyuck’s shoulder, hair falling in front of your face and tickling his ear. His car finally comes into view and Donghyuck wastes no time to swing the door open. 

“There you go, Princess,” Donghyuck jokes. He lowers you down gently, allowing you to plop into the passenger seat. Once he’s sure you’re seated, he turns around to face you, combing the mess of hair away from your face. “Comfy?” 

“What if I said no?” You giggle, head falling back against the headrest. 

Another sigh leaves Donghyuck’s lips and he pokes your side, “Then I’d do whatever it takes to make you comfy.” 

“Quit talking like that,” you groan.

He hums, “Like what?” 

The leather seat squeaks when you shift to face the other way, letting your eyes draw close. 

Fatigue was definitely catching up. 

I don’t know… you think, Just… like that. 

And although your mind struggles to piece letters together to word how you were feeling, your heart knows exactly what you were thinking about. 

Donghyuck shuts the door and his shadow crosses the light leaking through your eyelids. The driver’s door clicks open and then Donghyuck’s settling in the seat next to yours. 

“Well…” You hear his foot hit the brake before he taps at the button to start the car, “Did you have fun?” 

“Mmmm…” your lips form a pout, suddenly hit by the events of the wedding. You feel like you’re teetering between sobriety and intoxication, unsure whether or not you should be genuine, “Yo.” 

Donghyuck raises a brow and tilts his head at you, “Yo?” 

“Yes and no,” you clarify, almost as if he was supposed to know what you meant, “I had fun but didn’t.” 

Again, Donghyuck’s eyebrow jerks, “Whatever you say.” He’s unsure whether he should wait for you to settle before he pulls out of the parking spot. 

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” You whine. One of your eyelids draws open, just enough to peek out at him. 

He huffs, playing along, “…why?”

“I had fun because my cousin and her partner were cute and the dancing and the drinks, the games and everything…” You list, “But also, I didn’t have fun because all I could think about was the fact that I may never find the love they have.” 

Your best friend lets your words sink in, trying to make sense of it while stringing together the right words to say—ones that wouldn’t give it away. 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I think you will find that love you want.” 

Then tears start leaking out of the corners of your eyes and Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate to reach over to wipe them away. He can’t help but laugh, watching as you’ve finally reached your crying phase, simply meaning that you’d pass out next, “Why are you crying? I’m telling you the truth, you know.” 

You shrug sluggishly, “I don’t completely doubt you, Hyuckie.” Another tear slips out and you feel the pad of Donghyuck’s thumb swipe across your cheek. 

“Then why are you crying?” he frowns. 

“Well, what if…” you trail, “What if the love I want is with you?” You’re too far gone to even realize what you’ve just said, “I just feel like it’ll all be wrong if it wasn’t with you…” 

The pounding in Donghyuck’s ears almost drown out your voice. You’re speaking so quietly that he needs to lean in to hear you. 

Another tear—wipe.

“It’d be weird if it wasn’t your hand I was holding, if it wasn’t you I was waking up to, if the kisses I was getting weren't from your lips…” 

Your eyes remain close and the more you speak, the more spaced out the words come out your mouth. Sober you would not believe what you were confessing to a sober Donghyuck.

“I want you to love me,” you finally confess, like saying it out loud validated all your feelings, “And everyday I feel like that’s too much to ask.” 

“We should talk about this another time, Y/N.” 

You groan at his response, almost as if you weren’t satisfied with his answer. But before he could get another word out, he watches as your head flops onto your own shoulder. 

“Of course,” Donghyuck chuckles to himself, shaking his head. He reaches over and pulls the lever to recline your chair, letting your head fall back comfortably, “There you go… comfy…” 

Donghyuck sits back in his seat and admires you for a moment, a delicate frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

He wishes you weren’t drunk and saying these words, afraid that when the alcohol wasn’t running through your body, that none of them would even mean anything to you. 

Because if the love you wanted was with him, he’d do anything—everything—to give it to you.

[chericherilvr]

summary: Yeonjun is scared to gift you something he made. w/c: 891 warnings: cursing, fluff, all of the TXT being menaces to Yeonjun... the usual author's note: I started writing and I couldn't stop low key? wanted it to be around soob's wc but I almost doubled it... next reaction 1,5k?? lmfaoo

Dear reader, what is your favourite gift you've ever received? And what was the scarier gift you've ever given? I got to say, there's nothing scarier than the reaction of someone you love to you. Especially when you want them to feel cherished, appreciated… Loved. You can't dictate how someone feels. And then the over-thinking starts. And then the thing you've spent hours working on, suddenly seems worst than no gift at all.

Just like the break down Yeonjun himself was going through.

"Oh lord, what if it is too much?" Beomgyu groans and throws Yeonjun a pillow.

"Just like I've told you for the past TWENTY MINUTES. It's fine and they will love it!"

"No, yeah, you're right, yeah yeah…" He nods to himself.

It wasn't any special occasion really, but he was out shopping… And he saw that cute plushy critter… And then he thought of making a couple key-chain… And he had the materials so… Safe to say, he bought the plushy and spent the last hour or so making the key-chains. Now, twenty minutes later—and after giving Beomgyu the biggest headache of his life. Yeonjun was waiting for your arrival for the usual Friday date.

As a—not so proud—over-thinker, Yeonjun imagines your reaction to his present. He first sees you walking through the door. Beautiful as always and with a killer outfit of course. And then you would see him, and the bag on his side, and probably tilt your head with the upmost adorable frown. He would give the bag to you, awaiting… Sigh, they probably will hate it.

"But," Yeonjun starts speaking, although is cut off by another groan from Gyu. Who stands up and points at him.

"If they hate it, which is quite impossible given how utterly sickening down bad for you they are," Beomgyu says before muttering under his breath, "which I don't know how…" Yeonjun glares at him. "Then you'll just try harder next time, or just I don't know, kiss them as a sorry"

"This isn't one of your dramas in which a kiss solves everything!! What if they like hate it so much they end up hating me?! What if it's too cheesy?! What if they feel uncomfortable?!"

"Dude, you might want to see a therapist for the underlying confidence issues" Beomgyu shakes his head and walks off to his room.

"I do not have confidence issues!!" Yeonjun screams after him, and follows Gyu with a frown. "Hey! Come back here!! I do not have confidence issues!!"

"Who are you screaming after, my love?"

The world stops. Yeonjun almost kicks the bag to the floor with how quick he is moving. You stand in front of him, eyes wandering full of curiosity—and with a killer outfit, of course. He scrambles to get put together and ignores Taehyun—who opened the door for you up your arrival—side eyeing the Yeonjun almost with second hand embarrassment.

"No one!"

You nod slowly at his words, skeptically, before chuckling.

"Sure…"

Yeonjun clears his throat and walks over to you. He smiles and hugs you.

"Missed you so much! Was about to die without you!!" Your whole body twists with a warm feeling upon the confession.

"A bit dramatic, no?"

"Nah, he's saying the truth." A voice snaps you out of each other. "He was so ready to end it all if he didn't see you again."

Kai walks towards the coffee table, going to pick his phone left behind.

"Can I have a single moment of peace in this house in which no one interrupts me?! What happened to being a happy family?!"

Hyuka just refrains to snort and grabbing his phone, waving you goodbye. He walks a couple steps before pausing.

"What is this on the floor?" He bends down to grab the discarded gift bag before a feral Yeonjun drags him. Kai yelps. "HELP A LUNATIC IS TRYING TO KILL ME!! I AM WAY TOO YOUNG TO DIE!!"

You stare at the scene slowly raising your own phone and recording all of it. Perfect for blackmail.

"Aren't you going to separate them?" A voice says behind you.

"Oh fuck! You scared me, oh my god" You look at Soobin, who is eating some snacks. "Shouldn't you? Aren't you like the leader and the responsible one?"

Soobin shrugs and eats another chip before saying, "Four members is okay as well, one less kid to manage."

You just limit to follow him with your eyes, until he disappears inside the kitchen again. Triple blackmail in one, nice.

It takes a grand total of two minutes before Kai gets away from Yeonjun. You only hear Yeonjun muttering some words before the almost-dead Kai runs away to his room. Finally your boyfriend looks back at you, with the culprit of a gift back in hand.

"I have something for you," he says, blushing and avoiding to look at you in the eyes.

You grab the back and carefully look inside. The most adorable plushy ever, with two key-chains—a big one with three initials—and a matching tiny one.

"His name is Boing, he jumps."

Looking back at Yeonjun you catch him with the same key-chain on his trousers. A handmade gift with the letters of your now tiny family.

"I hope it's ok—"

"I love you."

[ragnarockz]

[stumbles into you ask box]

“the worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.”

"i kissed someone to forget you. didn’t work. shocking, right?"

“you said you hated me. so why did you come looking when i left?”

- vidal/agnes pls 🫡😍

(or just one of these if 3 is too much! Thank youuu 🫶🏽)

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“the worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.”

FEATURING MY COWBOY!AU OF AGNES AND VIDAL! 🤠🤠🐎🌵

yee fucking haw but not in the way you expect it to be!

We Ride at Dusk playlist

She rode in from town before the sky could even blush pink; not unlike her face and neck when I pressed my lips to them and smothered her in kisses and soft bites. Her hat was pulled down low over her eyes and I couldn't tell if they were cloudless blue or, the way the sky changes darker when the stars come out. Deep and brooding.

That was Agnes all the time, unless of course, she had that smirk splayed upon her lips like someone holding back a secret. She didn't have many of them, secrets, not with how the way she looked at me and let her fingers dance upon my forever-warm skin.

"Why the hell do we stay out here anyway?"

I could tell she didn't mean what she said as she dropped from her horse and led him away over to mine. I waited for Agnes to come back; waited for her to tip her hat back so I could say my answer to her face.

But, she never tipped it back. She just ducked her way into our tent and waited for me to follow her inside.

"Ask me again, Agnes."

She turned her head to look at me and scanned my face as if all the answers to life out here would be revealed. Her chin jutted forward and her voice dropped low as she started undressing in front of me.

"Why the hell...do we stay out here?"

I know I couldn't look away from her; not with the look she was giving me in return. She was gauging just how quick she needed to be to make an exit or, how many steps to fully embrace me depending on my answer she was waiting for to fall out of my mouth.

"Because, Agnes, no one out there wants either of us..."

This landscape is unrelenting in ways people believe they know but fail to ever discover, experience. She and I knew it always, like an extra sun-bleached bone in our bodies that never failed to remind us that we were different.

Harsh and hot; mysterious and cold. These two things existed in tandem just like the two of us. Dancing always between beautiful and terrifying.

That lazy, sly grin bloomed over Agnes' lips before she licked them and stared me down like I was the only source of life left in the desert.

In some ways, I fully was.

The worst part was that sometimes, Agnes didn't realize it. Those were times, like now, where she kicked off her dust-coated boots and dropped to the floor of the tent and found herself rummaging through her things as if a thief had come in here during the night and stole her reasons.

She was, at times, someone without reason. No thief could take what wasn't there.

"What happened this morning?"

It was my turn to ask questions as Agnes turned to watch me from over her bare shoulder.

"You joining me?"

Her response flew over my words in a desperate attempt to dodge and seduce me at the same time.

Snake coiling around a mouse.

Her face was open and unafraid and that made me feel the same, so much so that I did decide to join her. I undressed as if my clothes were suddenly set on fire from the desert heat that still managed to seep into our tent.

I heard her blow air out through her nose and shift her weight against the floor of the tent as if that phantom limb between her legs was making her uncomfortable. I didn't dare look down into her lap as she turned herself around to face me.

"The people in town don't like me...or you..."

"I wonder why that is."

She snorted louder and drew her leg up and away; sitting with one knee up to her chest and her left leg down straight out on the floor. Her right forearm rested on her high knee which caused her right breast to raise slightly.

She looked dangerous; just like the scorpions that hid in between the cool, shaded rocks. She wanted me to put my hand in between her and wait foolishly for her to strike.

I watched her watch me as I took two and a half steps over to her before I myself dropped to my hands and knees in between her strong legs. She blew out her cheeks; prideful and smug. The scorpion was winning ever so slowly.

"The people in town...think we're up to no good..."

Agnes whispered as her eyes fell to stare at my bottom lip. Her hand reached out to cup the side of my face and her calloused thumb brushed over the curve of my jaw which ticked in anticipation against her skin.

I melted, like most things do in the desert, under that touch. Craved it like the last drop of water from my canteen. Desired it like the last wool blanket thrown over myself in the dangerously cold night.

"The people...don't trust us, Vidal..."

Slow and steady like a desert tortoise, Agnes' words fell from her chapped lips before she pulled me closer. Her mouth ghosted against mine but not fully; not sealing just yet so I, could get my final words in before she struck.

"The worst part is...that I trust you...more than anyone else...and it kills me..."

The moan that rose from her throat invoked my own before we drew together in a heavy kiss. We shut one another up as her hand left my face for more pressing areas of my body. She drew me in close so was basically sitting on her lap with the gnawing desire in the pit of my stomach to help myself.

The shy go hungry or so it was said.

I lifted myself up from her and heard a frustrating moan tumble from her lips. She watched in fury as I moved away, as if I was dissing her and her attempt to woo me even more than she already had. My right hand reached out to her, to her base so I could hold her steady as I sat myself down onto her cock.

The moan that fell from her lips then was like water hitting the hot sand; sizzling out with such intensity that her hands flew up and grabbed my hips and pushed me down without a second thought. I felt myself fill and stretch and knew for a fact that she was trying her hardest to twitch inside of me.

"Tell me...Vidal...please..."

Agnes really had to force her words out as she helped guide my hips; rolling and grinding down onto her. Her skin was sticky and hot; coated always with a sheen of sweat. The hair on her body curled with moisture just like the ends of her ponytail and it made me smile to see her so vulnerable in front of me, below me.

"...I'll never be able...to get away from you..not ever..."

Agnes threw her head back and let her mouth fall open; eyes closing and the lines between her eyebrows deepened. Those blunt nails of hers dug in deeper, pressed into my hip bones as she lunged upwards in her movements. She wanted me dangerously filled; bubbling over with so much satisfaction that there would be no reason ever for me to get away.

The image of Agnes' wrist rolling with the itchy coil of rope held loose in her fingers seeped into my mind as I let my body take over and my mind drift away. Her wrist kept rolling before she whistled long and loud and the flick of her wrist came forward and the rope left her fingers. She had managed to wrangle in something out in that valley; something that she wasn't going to let get away.

"comeonVidal...come for me...you...sweetfucking thing...fuck..."

I tried to pull my mind back as Agnes' words pressed into the side of my face; hot and wet just as the growing intensity between our legs had followed suit. She knew I was close by the way my breath continued to hitch higher in my throat before it evaporated into nothing and then, like a clash of thunder, a deep, rolling wave fell in a low moan.

I fell forward then, exhausted from her and from the way my body took too much that it was almost too much. I could feel my lower abdomen hold tight and then relax and a deep, sinking feeling filled me and I felt a warm rush not unlike those falls Agnes and I had rode out to see. I felt her hand move around my hip to rub at my lower back; lazy and desperate as she soothed me down from my orgasm. I took my chances here to breathe large mouthfuls of air.

The rope tightened then around my neck and the crunch of boots against hot rocks and sand came closer. It was Agnes, always Agnes as she stood there before me with the sun at her back. Hat tipped low so I couldn't see her eyes; secrets she couldn't hide from me.

Not now, not ever.

[sofia-not-sophie]

Help I’m thinking too hard about the unexplored world building implications of the seven kisses lead to pregnancy in a world where there seems to be/have been a patriarchy and also somehow it works interspecially despite humans and akiridions having entirely different modes of existence/bodily function

[aeolianblues]

I'm not an extrovert. At all. In everyday life, I'm a yapper, sure, but I need someone to first assure me I am okay to yap, so I don't start conversations, even when I really want to join in sometimes! It's just the social anxiety acting up. God knows where from and why I lose a lot of my inhibitions when it comes to talking to people about music. I don't know where the confidence has suddenly sprung from. I've made a crazy amount of friends in musical circles, either just talking to people about common music or (since it is after all in music circles) talking to bands about their own music. I let out a sigh of relief any time an interaction goes well, because in truth it's going against my every instinct. I wish I could do that in everyday life

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

just finished el mundo gira and i thought it was like. comically bad. sorry to any el mundo gira stans, but tomorrow's writeup will have some hater energy.

[willowfey]

starting to think maybe waking up with an anxiety stomachache every single morning and then needing to spend the entire day trying to get rid of said anxiety just to maybe have a few minutes in the evening of feeling relaxed before going to bed is perhaps not normal

[hylianengineer]

The stupid streaming service website has decided that I am forbidden from watching Ted Lasso, specifically. I have tried six times and every time there is some sort of critical error. Usually it just freezes but on one memorable occasion everything was in French and it wouldn't let me change the language preferences.

[doctahpants]

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[aaronymous9]

Being undiagnosed autistic with a diagnosed autistic brother can be really fucking annoying sometimes because if you don’t want to do something because it’s overstimulating for you you will have to suck it up simply because “your brother can handle it so can you” and its like AAAAAA I WANT TO RIP MY HAIR OUT

[jackass-jones]

Really into the episode of Ouran where this girl confesses her love to Mori but he doesn’t feel the same because he’s into Honey and the girl’s reaction is just like YIPPEE I LOVE YAOI THATS SO COOL FOR YOU YAY 🥰

[unproduciblesmackdown]

omgg lol [guy who won't stop going "more like scapeGOATED" voice] now hold! on!! lmao [same guy just saw encanto voice] Hold on!!!

[cuntwrap--supreme]

Dog has a swollen lymph node. Just one for now. Which means her cancer is getting worse already. The longer this goes on, the more detached I feel from reality.

[cherrymoonvol6]

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