#wooden tablet stand

[fishbonex]

The uncertainty of coexistence

Ambessa Medarda x fem!reader

Summary: Can a warrior become the object of her general's affection?

Warning: mentions of war, typical canon violence, big age difference (reader is in her 20s and Ambessa is in her 50s), power imbalance

Word Count: 1,5K

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

To be born in Noxus was to be certain that one way or another you would end up on the battlefield. Without knowing the reason or purpose, a Noxian would do what your generals told you to do. To honor your blood and ancestry. It was better to be a warrior than a slave or a prostitute. That's what you think, at least.

You had never been to war, though. It had been less than three years since you had become a warrior. Because you were inexperienced, the higher-ranking officers were more harsh on you and the younger ones.

The training sessions led by Rictus were tiring, but they were intended to prepare you for the imminent war that your general was preparing.

Your general, Ambessa Medarda. Lady of War. You had only seen her up close a few times, but it was enough for you to know that she was impressive.

You turned your attention back to what you were doing when you felt a strong blow to your ribs, making you gasp and fall to the ground. Shooting a irritated look at Carissa, your friend and training partner, you stood up, grabbing your stick.

"We're not at war yet and I'm not the enemy, you don't need to use so much force." you complained.

"I didn't use much force." she smiled smugly. "You're weak."

You almost raised your eyebrows at her teasing, then looked out of the small training cabin, seeing Rictus distracted with his runic tablets. Taking the opportunity, you ran and threw yourself at Carissa, making a dry noise on the floor, then tried to grab her hands, which proved difficult as she began to struggle, the smug look still present on her smiling face.

"Do you surrender?" you asked, letting out a low chuckle. She let out a louder chuckle when you managed to grab one of her hands.

Distracted by your play, you didn't notice the familiar sound of heavy boots behind you, at the entrance to the cabin.

"It gives me great pleasure to see the youth of Noxus rejoice in being a part of my army." the authoritative voice spoke, causing both of you to freeze momentarily.

Quickly standing up, you lowered your head, looking down at your bare feet on the wooden floor, you saw Carissa doing the same out of the corner of your eye.

"General." you both spoke at the same time, your voices sounding shaky.

Ambessa walked in, approaching and stopping near the two of you, her heavy presence silencing the entire room. She exuded a dark power without having to do anything.

"Don't stop, go back to playing, we have plenty of time." she spoke again, her voice vibrating closer. "Isn't it?"

You swallowed hard, your hands starting to sweat. Ambessa was known for her determination and violence, she had no patience for mistakes and distractions. A thought about that ran through your head and made you breathe heavily.

She walked a few steps, starting to circle around the two of you. She stopped next to Carissa and tilted her head down.

"Out," she ordered, her voice sounding colder.

Carissa swallowed and nodded, leaving without another word. Ambessa walked a few more steps, stopping in front of you, making you feel smaller than ever, in every way.

You felt your face being held and lifted by a large hand, Ambessa looked at you for a moment before letting go of your chin.

"You looked intimate the way you were riding her." she spoke again. "I suppose I don't need to advise you on the hazards of professional entanglements."

"I sincerely apologize, General. It won't happen again." you said, your voice sounding small.

Ambessa looked down from above, let out a satisfied sigh, and left.

You grunted as you delivered two consecutive blows with the blade to the inanimate doll's neck. Carissa was no longer your training partner. Now you trained individually in the training room that had the worn-out wooden dolls.

Sighing, you pulled out the large blade of the knife that had stuck in the wood. As you stepped away to stab the doll in the stomach, you heard the door open and heavy footsteps enter the training room, followed by the deep voice you had heard from very close by a few days before.

"Haven't they ever told you not to stand with your back to the door?" Ambessa asked and you turned in time to see her pick up one of the large knives that was laid out on a table in the corner.

She wore her training clothes, the sports bra that showed off her toned belly, her arms covered by cloth armbands.

You straightened your posture and tilted your head slightly, "General."

"Leave the doll alone, let's see if you can land your blows on me." she ordered, approaching you.

"Pardon?" you frowned, confused.

"I don't like repeating myself, child," she said, her voice heavier this time. "Fight me."

You swallowed hard, knowing you couldn't disregard her orders. Biting your lower lip in insecurity, you advanced on her, moving the blade in the strokes you were used to making.

All to be knocked to the ground in almost the same second, the blade being ripped from your hand.

"You’re sloppy and predictable. Everything the enemy expects.” Ambessa hovered above you, holding both blades in her hands. “You’ll die the second you step foot in the war.”

She threw the blades to the ground and pulled you up by your arm, before starting to randomly strike you with her hands, making you put your hands in front of your body to defend yourself.

She pulled one of your arms and raised her body, passing her legs over you, hitting your face with her right foot. You fell again, feeling your nose bleed.

Training with her continued for weeks. Weeks where you felt anxious whenever the time to see her approached. At one point, you longed to be near her, her body heavy on yours when she pinned you to the ground while teaching.

Learning from a war veteran proved to be rewarding, as you improved and improved a lot. But no reward compared to seeing her almost every day.

As unbelievable as it may seem, Ambessa was patient at one point, her voice softening as she taught you something you didn't already know.

This made your heart beat faster.

Your breathing was faster and you could feel your lungs burning, but you couldn't stop. Ambessa's blows didn't slow down, she advanced violently towards you. Using one of your legs to unbalance her, you used the tip of the spear to make a tiny cut on her cheekbone, making her freeze for a moment.

Realizing what you had done, you opened your mouth to speak and reached out your hand towards her, who stood up on her own and walked towards you, leaving almost no space.

"General, what-" your words were cut off as she brought her large hands to either side of your face and bent over you, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss.

You brought them to her shoulders, sliding them down to the sides of her face. She gave light bites to your jaw and chin as she pulled away from your lips.

"You have a lot of courage for someone your size," she said without pulling away. "You've proven yourself worthy."

"I want you to be proud of me." you blurted out without thinking properly.

She let out a deep laugh and pulled away, taking the heat of her body away from you.

"You left a scar on me, that is honorable," she said, pulling the gold piercing from her lower lip. "Someone honorable should wear a symbol, a symbol that shows they are on my side."

She approached you again and fitted the gold piece to your lower lip, running one of her thick fingers over it.

After that day, you no longer stood among the other warriors. Ambessa allowed you to walk beside her, as Rictus. You proudly wore the gold piercing on your lower lip.

At the moment, on her orders, the army was moving from the fixed base to Viktor's hideout, crossing the unguarded bridge that connected the Noxian installations to the rest of Piltover. Of course she wasn't going to blend in.

You turned your face and looked down, seeing how far the bridge was from the water. A fall wouldn't kill, but drowning was imminent.

You turned your attention forward when you felt Ambessa's large hand on your waist, making you look at her with a frown, to which she continued with the same stoic expression as always, looking forward.

Suddenly, you felt the thud on your legs and your body being thrown out of the limits of the bridge, the only thing that kept you from falling was the large hand that held only one of yours.

Eyes wide with surprise and despair you looked up, finding Ambessa's sharp eyes staring at you coldly. She didn't say anything for a moment, the sound of the water below was the only thing present, as the army had stopped marching.

"What-" you groaned, feeling your arm start to ache, your legs swinging slightly. "Please."

"I warned you of the hazards of professional entanglements." she said simply, her voice devoid of any emotion.

You froze, feeling your chest hurt. But of course. How could you have been so stupid?

A warrior does not grow like this in the eyes of their general.

With your delay in responding, Ambessa stared at you for a while longer before pulling you up, leaving you hanging on your own, struggling to climb up the bridge.

When you managed to get up, you were breathing quickly, your heart was beating fast and she had already started walking again, with her army following her.

[neuvilette-tea-party]

Sending you an idea, I was thinking about a Fem!Reader dancing with some soft music in the little house that she shares with Steb. Dancing while preparing some breakfast for the two of them. And then Steb see her dancing just with his shirt and her panties. So, Steb try to dance with her and gets to close, so close that he can feel the warm of her skin.

That makes Steb's mind go super high with the idea of make her his, and maybe breed her again(?)

Sorry if its not so specific. I did my best, I swear! Hope you like it, I really love how you write about him 🥰 plz keep it up! Bye!

Hehehehehehehehehe, glad to know the combo panties/stolen shirt is popular 💗💗💗💗💗

✗♡✗♡ Steb x F!reader ✗♡✗♡

Tags : Steb is selectively non-verbal, established relationship, heavy making out, Heat/mating season, Steb is feral, tickling, knot, oral (F receiving), P in V, creampie breeding, bed break, Bridge position, mating press, biting, dumbification, bit of blood, Steb has carnivorous tendencies

You bob your head as you work your dough with the palm of your hands, grabbing it, slamming it down the work surface, and then spreading it before reassembling it into a ball. To give you motivation and keep a good pace you put on some music and now you work it in rhythm with the percussions. 

That’s going to be some good brioche! 

You woke up extra early to surprise Steb with your special brioche that he just loves! He is a sticker to a healthy diet but he makes an exception for your brioche that he devours entirely in just two days like a little kid devouring candies by the handful. 

But his heat starts soon and you want to give him some bonus emotional support! 

You slam the dough hard a final time on the floured surface and take a step back. 

“Phew... That’s a workout!” you sigh. 

You grab the dough, put it in a bowl that you cover, and put it in the oven to rest and rise for the next two hours! You could stop here and rest ooooooooooor... You could make it extra yummy with chocolate shards! 

You grab two chocolate tablets and start mincing them with a knife, still bobbing your head up and down, swaying your hips left and right. You hum the melody as you cut the tablets, tapping the rhythm with your foot. You scrap them all into a bowl, take out your tomato timer, and set a 2 hours resting time, and now you have nothing left to do but to wait. 

You grab a wooden spoon and start to whisper the lyrics, moonwalking back from the counter into the living area. You jump and dance, silently screaming the solo to not wake up Steb, rocking yourself in all directions while your cat Compote looks at you like you lost your mind. 

You kneel down to him and press your face in his fur with a giggle making him meow absolutely offended! You laugh standing back up, jumping backward, dancing the choreography you remember from the concert Steb took you to as you both love this singer. 

You put your hands on your hips and shake them left and right energetically, losing your breath and you almost jump when a foreign hand slides on your tummy, pressing your back against a tall body. 

You yelp in surprise as Steb purrs loudly, sliding his second hand around your shoulders and diving his nose into your hair. 

“You scared me, silly!” You giggle. 

He gently kisses your temple before gently spinning you toward him. 

Visibly, his mating season started judging by his new bright red scales adorning his usually deep green stripes. You like these colors on him, he looks like he is in fire when light directly hits the red scales, illuminating him like real hot flames!  

 He contemplates you up and down with a lopsided grin as he signs. 

“Yes, I robbed you of another shirt.” You confess cheekily, “I can’t help it, it smells just like you!” 

He shakes his head with a low chuckle, sneaking his hands around your lower back, pressing your two bodies back together, and starts swinging his hips with yours, smiling at you with an assured grin.  

He grabs your hand and starts to make you twirl in your little living room, making your head spin as you chuckle in his arms. He throws you away from him gently, holding you with one hand, and pulls you back in his embrace tenderly, making you his sweet prisoner. 

He kisses your cheek several times as he brushes his nose against your soft skin, he gently tilts your head to the side, revealing your neck, pressing his nose in the crook, deeply inhaling your scent deep into his lungs with a satisfied sigh. 

With a low growl, he licks the entire length of your neck with the flat of his tongue, debating if he should bite down your pretty neck, bare and defenseless before him. He bares his teeth as he blows on your pretty throat, licking his fangs at that delicious thought... 

You explode laughing, hugging him tight as you twirl together like two blissful idiots. He leaves a trail of pecks on your neck, reaching your jaw then biting your lower lips, his hands sneaking down there to cup your accessible rear over the fabric of your panties, taking a handful of it. 

“How dare, Mister?!” You tease. 

He pretends to bite off your nose tips in response with a growled chuckle, pressing your crotches together. You retaliate by biting down his earlobe, earning a breathy gasp on his part. One of his hands slides under the baggy shirt to caress your naked back with the tip of his soft fingers so softly it feels like a feather is teasing your skin. 

Pressing your two foreheads together, you get lost in each other eyes, diving into his ocean eyes so deep and clear. 

But you notice a storm slowly darkening his gaze as he traces soft circles on your back. He delicately clasps his lips on yours, hugging them lecherously as he pushes his tongue inside to dance with yours. You close your eyes as he hums before parting from each other, a sinful string of saliva linking your two mouths as a witness. 

He presses his face back into your neck as he hugs you tighter, tickling you with his cheek scales making you laugh again. You hear him inhale your musk once more with a purr ending up in a low growl once more. 

He feels his blood pumping harder each time he gets a whiff of your natural fragrance, each time he grazes your warm soft skin he feels goosebumps flourishing all across his body, feeling lava being poured into his very veins making all his fins tremble with excitation, and great anticipation! 

He gently tugs on the shirt with a hissed whine, straightening his back to beg you with his eyes, pulling you gently towards the table of the living room. He sensually caresses it, looking at you as he sticks his tongue out between his two fingers with a grin. 

You cannot help but explode laughing at his sillyness. 

“Steb, come on! We were lucky it did not break down under us last time.” You counter. 

His grin stretches and he gestures to the upstairs with his head, his ears twitching in a silent question as he squeezes your hand. 

You nudge your nose against his cheek, pecking his soft skin lovingly.  

He wraps his hand on your ass and lifts you up expertly, forcing you to circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms. Now in his arms he casually goes up the stairs, pressing your cheeks together with a gentle purr, letting his cheek fin tips caress your skin. 

He opens the bedroom door with ease and enters the cozy, if not cramped, bedroom. He falls on top of you on the bed, crushing you under his weight. You let out an ‘oof’ being squeezed between the mattress and his tall body but you would not want to be anywhere else. 

Nowhere is warmer and more inviting than Steb’s embrace, nowhere is safer than between his long arms and you love nothing more but to snuggle yourself against his chest... 

Steb immediately attacks your face with plenty of kisses all over: your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your jaw, your temples, your eyelids... Nothing is safe from his lips and he will kiss every part of your face until he is happy, cupping your cheeks lovingly. 

Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! Muah! 

You smile under his lips, holding his hands softly as he purrs loudly like a big cat, slowly going down your body. His hands caress their way under the shirt delicately, grazing your sensitive human skin like a precious and fragile treasure, as he fondly kisses your neck. You do not unwrap your legs around his waist as you hug his shoulders tight. 

Out of nowhere 

He starts tickling your sides mercilessly with a large grin while you cry and laugh and beg for mercy, big tears rolling down your cheeks while you gasp for air. 

“Steb...! Steb! Ple-please stop! I can’t...!” You manage to shout between fits of laughter, rolling all over the bed while he keeps attacking you, chuckling too, kissing every morsel of skin he comes across, whether it is your face, your neck, your back, or your hips. 

You try to push him off you, kicking and begging but he keeps torturing you while you push all your pillows and the cover off the bed in your frenzy. 

“STEB! PLEASE!” You scream out of breath, jaw sore with your laughter. 

He finally stops, looming over you, disheveled and pantless too but with a big bright smile on his gorgeous face. He stands on his knees to get rid of his shirt, revealing his well-sculpted body to your eyes, his ravishing green stripes adorning his chest and hips that you adore lazily tracing with your fingers. 

You gasp loudly, catching your breath back as the last tears roll down your skin, you wipe them off with the back of your hands, your chest rising up and down repeatedly. Steb lowers himself to brush his nose tips with yours, snaking his arms under your back to nudge himself against you. 

He rolls, pulling you on top of himself, sitting you down his groin region. You finish laughing pushing your hair off your face, you feel his hands caressing their way up your thighs, groping your meat to knead it lovingly as you look down at him, letting you listen to a long whined plea. 

“What do you want, handsome?” You ask, tilting your head as you caress his jaw. 

He grabs the hem of your panties, pulling on it to let it slap your venus mound repeatedly while licking his lips with a hungry growl. 

“Aren’t you affraid to get hurt under me?” You inquire a bit worried for your lover. 

For sole response Steb raises an eyebrow with a tight lopsided grin, ‘try me’ written on his face. He grabs your hips and pulls them up, positioning you on your knees, looming just over his head. He immediately starts teasing you by grazing the extra thin skin of your thighs, tracing the crotch lining with the pad of his fingers, and deep breaths. 

He raises his gaze to meet yours and casually traces your slit through the fabric, getting a feeling of your pussylips until he reaches where your clit hides and he gives it a gentle flick making you instantly jump. 

He hums in appreciation and pulls on the hems, lowering your undergarments to reveal your pussy to his eyes, instantly his pupils dilate and his cheek fins wave with great interest. You extend your legs for him to take them off and he doesn’t break eye contact as he presses your undergarment to his sensitive nose taking a big whiff of it, his purring deepening another octave while you feel your blood rushing to your cheek at his perverted behavior. 

He throws the panties away to be forgotten and grabs your hip to stabilize you, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your leg next to his face, and gently pulls you down toward his face. You grab the bedframe as you feel his breath on your exposed pussy but he first chooses to kiss your inner thighs on both sides, making you tremble with anticipation and nervousness. 

He leaves a final peck and focuses on your bare cunt right above him, guiding your hips down until he can dive his nose into your pubes to inhale your raw sexual musk with delectation as you see his ears twitching. 

He gives you a long lick with the flat of his tongue, parting your folds as he tastes your inner flesh. You gasp and dig your nails in the wood of the frame while he titillates you with short, quick licks with the dart of his tongue, getting a feeling of your cunt. 

Steb loves nothing more but to spend his time with his face between your thighs, fulfilling his aquatic Vastaya nature by remaining in a wet environment at all times, feeling your essence trickling down his skin with his gills wide open. 

You take a big trembling breath as you feel him tracing your slit up and down, eyes closed to savor your taste better, lathering you with his saliva and probing your tight entrance with his tip, circling it before pressing the end gently to it, not entering the tight circle of flesh, preferring to tease you by exciting it. 

He lets a loud kiss on your pussylips before adjusting your pelvis to gain better access to the start of your slit where your clit hides. He spreads them open with his tongue again, going up until he bumps against your sweet bundle of nerves, the object of all his obsessions and desires, and starts flicking it repeatedly and expertly. 

You huff and moan at his tricks as you feel his warm and wet long tongue circling and crossing your pearl, teasing its surroundings before going straight to the point and torturing you deliciously. You feel your thighs trembling under his care but worry you will hurt him by fully sitting in his face so you remain in this uncomfortable in-between position. 

“St-Steb...” You let out, voice trembling to not outright scream 

Steb reopens his eyes to meet yours, silent questions in his ocean-blue gaze. You open your mouth to speak and only manage to pant a long mewl as he wipes his tip against your excited nervous bud, drumming it relentlessly. Each tongue stroke sends a powerful wave of pleasure in your nerve endings and makes you shudder dramatically, pure lava coursing your entire body as Steb toys with you so easily it is ridiculous.  

Shaking, you bite down one of your fingers while he keeps tickling you, his purr insolently growing louder. You feel your pussy convulsing and getting wetter and your inner muscles gorge themself with blood in preparation for penetration. 

Steb lets his cheek fins wave as it pleases them, grazing the thin skin of your inner thighs, as he gets to taste and savor like he loves to. Eating you out must have become his number-one hobby since he tasted it for the first time, almost like an addiction he cannot help but crave the next time you will open your luscious thighs for him to dive in between. 

Drinking at the fountain of your pussy like a parched soul lost in the desert. He knows no better pleasure but to taste your essence on his tongue, feeling it dripping and trickling down his face and jaw, suffocating himself against your tasty cunt, devouring you like an animal, propelling you toward orgasm repeatedly. 

It’s a win-win situation, you both enjoy and pleasure yourself, only in a different fashion. You return the favor when he allows it, but he just loves taking care of you, witnessing you crumble with just some licks, seeing you melt between his hands, observing you shake under his tender care, delecting himself in your desperate reaction when he overstimulates you until he feels satisfied. 

What can he say? He is generous by nature and a little bit of a tease when he wants! 

Steb closes back his eyes to focus on your taste and the music of your moans, his thumbs caressing your thighs gently as he laves at your clit with dedication. 

You cry out as he suddenly wraps his luscious lips all around your pearl, feeling him roll and twist it, sucking on it like a piece of candy. You almost lose it and fall on his face but you manage to remain stable, although with difficulties. 

That change in his sexual endeavors worsens your wetness and you can now feel it dripping out of you onto his jaw and thick neck as he immediately opens his mouth wide to receive it on his tongue and not waste anymore drop of your delectable essence.  

You hear him gulp down and drink out of you, his purr and his groans resonating like an obsessive litany in the small bedroom of your home and making your head spin. 

If Steb is reluctant to speak out of habit and physical condition, he has absolutely no qualms vocalizing his pleasure and amusement: he groans, moans, mewls, coos, rasps, growls, and purrs all the most obscene sounds you have ever heard in your life! 

He has more repertoire than all Piltovans languages! 

He lacks no mean to express himself and has no difficulties making himself understood in those intimate moments when his hands are busy doing other things than signing, which is a detail that worried you during your first sexual encounters. 

In fact, it worried you so much that you started to propose implementing some rules for him to be able to express himself during the act like you knew all of that better than him! 

He silently and gravely listened to you talking out of your butt, raising an eyebrow here and there, refraining from smiling at your most extravagant propositions until he could not contain himself anymore and exploded laughing. 

To be fair, your ideas were not applicable practically and he enjoyed showing you how well he could communicate even with both his hands and mouth busy pleasuring you and silencing you for good on that subject. 

He left you out exhausted, satisifed and panting with a deep kiss, having proven his point efficiently. 

You lower your gaze back on your beloved Vastaya to discover you made a mess on his face and the sheets, but he seems way too happy to even think about stopping, your essence smeared all over his lips and jaw, his cheeks are rosy with blood as his heart sprints in his chest, letting escape sighs of pure satisfaction. 

You manage to take your finger out of your mouth to tenderly caress his soft hair and temple, giving him back some love and tenderness he so generously offers you on the regular. He opens his eyes again, boring his gaze into you and you can only see what you can describe are pure... glee. 

He is simply happy to be with you, to share that intimate experience with you. Steb is not a complicated man, his vision of bliss is not extravagant and superfluous, holding your hand every day makes his soul sing and he harbors the hope yours do the same. 

You always want to tell him. To tell him how much you love him, how a single glance of him can give you wings to surpass any obstacle, how a brush of his hand sends your heart in such a frenzy you someday worry it will simply explode from too much love. How he circles your shoulders gently in the streets, casually pulling you closer to protect you and signifying to anyone else you are together makes you feel desired and tenderly loved, how his simple everyday presence helps you prepare for any future hardships, any uphill battle, knowing that whatever happens, Steb will be here despite everything, to support you and build you back up if you ever fail. 

You often open your mouth to tell him all that, as he looks at you with a patient smile and you lose all your words, ending in a nerve-wracking, blabbering mess, unable to look him in the eyes so you just decide to press your lips to his as the best next course of action and he eagerly responds, hugging you tight in his protective and loving embrace.  

His capacity to rob you of all your words with a single glance always astonishes you, and he takes an undeniable pleasure in making you mute with a single grin, teasing you with his infuriatingly beautiful face and gallant demeanor, his ears twitch revealing his own excitement and pent-up hopes he cannot put into words. 

You come back to reality as Steb lovingly kisses your clit several times, like he would kiss the most precious thing in all of Runeterra, pouring as much love and fondness he can in each kiss with his wet, swollen lips. 

It’s not even for the sexual pleasure of it all, it is simply for the sheer tenderness and warmth of the moment, to give generously without expectation in return. 

Just because he loves you. 

“I love you Steb.” You gasp, your clit pulsating against his luscious lips. 

He glances at you, letting appear a mischievous grin, takes a handful of your hips, and forces them down his face with all his strength, actually forcing you to truly sit on his jaw. 

You yelp and try to stand back up to not hurt your lover but he holds on to you ferociously, digging his fingers in your soft flesh to keep you in place, pressed against his hungry mouth, not letting you go like a carnivore who dug his fangs in a piece of meat. 

Steb has more strength than you and you quickly realize that all your effort and negotiation will not make him release you. 

He has you right where he wanted you all along. 

Sitting on his face like a throne. 

You tremble with a hiss as his long tongue trails your entire slit once again before pressing against your entrance and pushing past the tight ring of flesh, entering you with his flexible appendage. You whimper as he invades your cunny with ease, opening your muscles up gently.  

“St-Steb...” You beg breathlessely. 

You shudder and cry out as you feel his textured tongue wave inside of you, grazing and brushing your G-spot easily, coating his member with your dripping slick right at the source. You feel him licking and lapping your cunt, leaving no surface of your secret temple uncared for as he twirls it, making your inner muscles clench at his will. 

You grip his hair for stability as his tongue tips travel freely inside of you, caressing secret spots like he loves to, feeling your drool trickling down your chin as raw pleasure shocks your entire body at each of his tongue tricks. 

Steb was always good at eating you out and liked flexing his talent to you just in case you forgot how much pleasure he could give you. 

If he doesn’t have the desire to go all the way with you each time, he surely craves to taste you on his tongue once more and will not refuse you his skillful tenderness. 

You inadvertently clench your thighs all around his head at his flicking tongue, ravaging you from the inside, actively risking to suffocate him but he actually forces your hips down harder against his face and accelerates his movement to push you at your limits. 

If you could be nice and squirt in his mouth, he would greatly appreciate it! He will help you, do not worry. 

You throw your head back, mouth open to swallow air but each wave of pleasure and lust contracts both your cunt and your trachea. You bite your lower lips as you feel sweat rolling down goosebumps as Steb’s grip tightens around the meat of your thighs his tongue waving flexibly, swirling and twisting against your pulsating spots as your inner muscle gorge themself with more blood to puff up and get all fluffy all around him. 

Steb releases one of your thighs to grab his already hard pack, kneading it and teasing himself as he listens to the symphony of your indecent moans. It’s so easy for you to make him hard, you hold him in the palm of your hand, and anything can get him going if it is you. Even the most innocent demeanor can throw him out of his carefully crafted habits and render him absolutely feral if he isn’t careful. 

Directly tapping into the most animalistic and feral instinct of his Vastaya nature and you are gracious enough to accept him as he truly is, allowing him to discover and test the different behaviors he had to keep hidden from his former, less accepting relationships. 

But you forgive him everything 

Maybe too much, he sometimes fears.  

So he doesn’t let go of his more bestial tendencies, muzzling them down for both of your sake, preferring to love you tenderly rather than taking the risk to scare you. 

But when the rut comes he just cannot help himself, one caress from you and he is drooling with a growl, craving to grab and bite the flesh like he wants to devour your body to finally truly make one forever. 

When his mating season arrives, his usually well-organized brain and logic almost get overridden by the deep carnal instinct 

To breed 

To make you his by tying you both by flesh and blood. 

To give you a little one 

How long and tedious his shifts are when the mating instincts arise and invade the forefront of his mind, he cannot help but think about pounding you while filing official reports and writing down witness testimonies. 

He never lost control once when at work, his strong self-discipline and work ethic forbidding him from the most minuscule deviation, but those shifts are so tiresome for him. 

But once you meet back at home... 

Caressing your velvety soft skin, inhaling and tasting your musk and pheromones makes him feel alive like never before, it’s a greater high than all the adrenaline frenzy he ever felt in his line of work and he does his best to make you experience the same sensations 

It is like an overdose of the sweetest drug, deeply inhaling the most sugary poison... 

But he cannot help but crave the softness and sweetness you bestow upon him, that feeling of emotional security you provide, allowing him to be himself in his most vulnerable moments... 

Intertwining your fingers for all eternity... 

He is so happy he found you... 

He chuckles, hearing you yap as he crosses your G-spot with the tip of his tongue. 

He adores your voice, he loves it even more when you cannot line up two words thanks to him and he can hear each tremor and quake of your tone, melting him on the spot, pushing him to hug you tight and snuggling against you to protect you with his taller body. 

He slides his hand inside his pants and boxer and grabs his hard length that he starts to fist roughly, letting you set the pace with your whimpers and beggings, relinquishing control to your whims.  

It is just to remain patient, not to finish himself: he hopes you will accept him finishing deep inside of you... 

He gulps down loudly, your slick soiling his lower face and your thighs, swallowing everything you are giving. He savors your palpitating cunt, feeling your pulse in your fluttering soft muscles through his tongue. What a good day to be an aquatic Vastaya, he cheekily thinks his gills wide open, his heart pumping blood like a machine in his ribcage. 

He accelerates the motion of his tongue and hand, feeling his knot swelling at the base of his girth in preparation for mating and breeding, feeling his pre-cum dripping along his girth and his hand, soiling his boxer. 

You are actually the first one he used his knot with, never feeling comfortable or close enough to his former relationships to use it with them. 

That magnificent feeling when he felt your cunt stretch all around him for the first time to welcome the knot inside of your pussy, drawing a delectable bulge, was just to die for... 

“AH! St-Steb...!” You cry out as he flexibly undulates his appendage against your sweet spot. 

He keeps his eyes closed to focus on his motion, feeling you terribly close to your climax as your inner muscles contract all around his tongue, he knows he just needs to keep going just a little more for you to magnificently explode between his hands. 

Just a little more, a little more... 

He curbs it once more, letting the texture graze your spot one last fateful time... 

And you scream. 

Your hands roll into fists around his strands of hair, pressing his head tighter against your cunt, your thighs muscles clench so hard they froze still all around his head and you squirt violently in the open mouth of your Vastaya lover, head thrown back dramatically as your scream of orgasm ends up in a long whine, eyes blinded by a white light that slowly subsides. 

You feel sweat trickling down your exhausted body, soiling Steb’s shirt as he finishes licking you clean, his purr clear and loud. He caresses your thighs and hips up and down as he cleans you up with his skillful tongue, satisfied by both of your performances while you try desperately to catch your breath. 

He gently seizes your hips to lift you and sits you down on his stomach, licking his lips gluttonously and with a satiated expression. You look at Steb, still in a daze as he wipes his jaw clean, licking his fingers with joyful eyes and rosy cheeks, his fins waving blissfully. 

You sigh loudly, slouching down when you feel something poking your butt, discovering his proudly erect member that he took off his sweatpants and boxer to touch himself more efficiently. 

You take a big breath and caress a strand of hair behind your ear to position yourself to return the favor when Steb grabs your shoulder to gently push you into the mattress. 

He rolls over you, looming over your smaller body with his tall stature, disheveled, eyes joyful but dark with secret intentions, licking his bared teeth like a predator. You gulp, looking at your lover, wondering what will be his next move, if he isn’t going to bite down your throat altogether like the carnivorous Vastaya that he is. 

Instead, he lowers himself to fondly brush your nose tips together with a clear purr. You relax and peck his nose happily as he cups your cheek with his large hand. 

“You do not want me to go down on you, Steb?” You propose like a secret. 

He chuckles but shakes his head, sitting on is ankles he starts signing his intentions. 

How he desperately wants a little one of you both, founding your very own family in Piltover and living happily all together, maybe even giving them little brothers and sisters. 

He dearly hopes so at last, but he cannot do it without your consent. 

You smile at him, head over heels for your Vastaya. Lust got the better of him the first time you made love and he used his knot in the heat of the moment, but since then has made it a point of honor to always ask for your permission to use it again. 

You never refused, even though you knew he would never use it again if you asked him to. 

But you begged him for a little one for long too before he made you his, so his knot is more than welcome. 

That never stops his face from illuminating in joy each time you say ‘yes’ to him once more, endearing you a little more to him each time if it is even possible. 

“Yes, Steb.” You muse, feeling your cheeks heating up dangerously, “You may.” 

His ears twitch dramatically as the flush of his cheeks worsens, a bright smile on his face. He leans over the bed to take back one of the pillows that fell and gentlemanly places it under your head for your comfort, snuggling his nose against your cheek in the process before repositioning himself between your legs. He caresses his way up your inner thighs and opens your legs wide for him, revealing your cunt to his eyes once more. 

He tilts his head to the side with a grin as he sees the remnant of your slick finishing dripping out of your pussy, he titillates your oversensitive clit with the tip of his finger just to play with your nerve while you hiss and groan for him to stop, shaking with the remnant of your orgasm. 

He grabs your hips and pulls you toward him before seizing his girth to play with his tip a bit, collecting his pre-cum to lather his entire hard shaft before pressing his fat, reddish tip to your secret entrance and very gently entering you. 

You open your mouth in a perfect ‘O’ as he pushes his size inside delicately, careful not to hurt you. You grit your teeth, feeling him opening you up easily, his pre-cum and the result of your former orgasm making you soaking wet and slippery. 

His size is impressive but thanks to his previous loving care it does not hurt at all. 

You shiver each time a new ridge brushes past your G spot, feeling your muscles spasming each time one of his frills titillates your gummy areas. 

Steb breathes deep, feeling his lungs opening wide in his chest as his heart seems to double in volume and threatens to burst through his ribcage.  

That delicious sensation... 

That feeling of your soft flesh all fluffy, wet, and warm stretching all around his member to welcoming in your most secret place, he feels his toes curling at each new centimeter he pushes inside, going deeper and deeper in your warmth. 

A human pussy is not meant for a Vastaya’s cock and no matter how long he takes to prepare you, no matter if you become a real fountain, the size problem remains. He knows it can be a bit uncomfortable for you at times, but you both make it work, he makes sure of it! 

But for him... 

The way you absolutely strangle his girth with your tight cunt, how he can feel each infinitesimal muscle twitch all around his length... 

He could cum just entering you. 

He would die of shame if it ever happened, how could he dare cum so early, leaving you unsatisfied and utterly baffled? He has more manners and consideration than that as your fiance! 

You gasp under him, calling back his attention to you. He tenderly smiles looking at your expression, all panting and sweaty as you try to welcome him fully inside. 

His heart flutters at your sight, so adorable and so easy to love 

He lowers himself to capture your lips in an infinitely loving kiss as he finally finishes pushing his entire length inside of you. You almost bite his tongue in a jolt when you feel his knot pressed against your cunt. He kisses you softly, cupping your cheeks with his large hands, eyes closed to better savor your lips as you whine in the kiss. 

Steb remains still, letting you a moment to adjust, brushing your foreheads together, his thumb caressing your cheekbone, while you gently caress his hair and play with one of his very sensitive ears, making him twitch it involuntarily. 

It makes you laugh and accidentally contract your cunt all around him, making him hiss in return. He licks your cheek with the flat of his tongue and a guttural growl, both of you feeling his impatience bubbling under his scales 

Your pheromones titillate his taste buds delectably, making him dig his nails in the bedsheet with a snarl, licking his fangs as he starts panting, his body temperature on the rise. 

He feels a real inferno under his scales, boiling lava bubbling under his skin, so much energy and tension he could feel his muscles tear apart to pieces. 

He... He needs to move or he is going to lose it! 

He starts a slow circular motion, testing his liberty of movement inside of you, brushing his cock against your fluffy walls, and gritting his teeth. You gasp and moan, digging your own nails into his broad shoulders as your little pussy stretches the best it can. 

He keeps going gently, lying on top of you as his arms snake under your back to embrace you tight, pressing his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your raw sexual musk deep into his lungs, getting high on your compatible pheromones. 

If you truly realized what kind of aphrodisiacs your pheromones are to him, you would get scared and try to hide them under perfume. 

That would break his heart... 

Getting high on your compatible pheromones is such a foreplay for him! It also helps him keep track of your period cycle and know when... 

You are ripe for the harvest.... 

Ready to try again for a little baby with him. 

Oh, there is no more dangerous and delectable period for him than those moments... 

That tension between his Vastaya instinct demanding to claim you like a beast and his tender love begging to treat you like his goddess... That constant tug of war in his burning flesh. 

Should he bite or kiss? 

Should he claw or caress? 

He is constantly at war with himself in those moments, how to satisfy both sides without hurting your fragile human body? 

What if he scares you revealing his inner pulsions?   

He is lost in his thoughts when you jolt, feeling his ridges grazing your g spot repeatedly and you bite down his earlobe as retaliation, earning a gasped rasp from your beloved, prompting you to hug you so hard you are sure to discover bruises tomorrow. 

You lick the outer shell of his ear, only to take his tip between your teeth and suckle on the erogenous, reddish fins, biting down and licking them with a growl as he gasps with short breathes, his muscles rolling under his skin, a drop of sweat traveling from his thick neck to his moving chest. 

You drag your nails down, clawing his entire back till you reach the lower end and Steb throws his head back with a long moan, undulating his back under your nails like a wave, gritting his teeth under the mix of pain and pleasure he feels coursing his flesh. 

He lowers his head back, looking at you with dark eyes and barred teeth like you just pushed him too far, a long rough rumble escaping from the very depth of his chest. 

He grabs your waist with two hands, raising on his knees, forcing your hips up in the air and removing any control over the situation from you, locking you in a bridge position. He slips out his length, only letting his girthy tip inside, and pushes it back gently, testing the water.  

Your body lets his length move easily inside your flesh, welcoming him well and deep. 

Having the sweet confirmation that you are ready for him, he slips out again 

And rams his entire girth inside furiously. 

Your cry is cut short by the air getting punched out of your lungs as he repeats his action with a long growl. 

He slips out, and slams it back 

Again 

And again 

And again 

And again 

And again 

Steb installs a merciless pace where he keeps plunging his cock deep inside your core fiercely, his fingers digging into your soft flesh to keep you in place and not let you escape! 

Under any circumstances! 

He rams his cock hard and true, with full strength, undulating his hips with flexibility, the light bulb at the ceiling projecting a halo all around his gorgeous head, blinding you on the same occasion. 

His thrusts are powerful and full of intent, he snaps his hips easily, splitting your poor body in two so easily you have to dig your nails in the mattress to keep yourself grounded as his tip hits your deep spot and his ridges obsessively massage your gummy one, making the pleasure and his... 

Fury 

Inescapable. 

You try to open your mouth to speak and say something, anything, but each word dies at the gate of your lips each time he hits his hips with yours, your fleshes meeting in a wet, hypnotizing sound that gets to your head rapidly. 

Steb tries his best but  

He lost the battle 

After tasting your pheromones on his tongue, feeling it tingling delightfully, he felt his control slipping out of his fingers, and while he tried to keep it in his grip feeling you digging your nails into his back in such an 

Animal display 

Something snapped  

His self-control and dignity were pushed aside by the most bestial, feral part of himself 

A part his Vastaya kins warned him not to let loose in polite society for fear of getting exiled from Piltover or imprisoned. A part that must be muzzled and chained down deep inside of himself to never see daylight. 

But at that very moment, in your arms, surrounded by your scent, your warmth, the music of your voice, and the security you provide him and the sensation of nails in his flesh... 

He lost it 

He is a wild beast on the hunt, and you are the pretty little prey he stalks down, tracking you down by smell as he licks his teeth, drooling at the thought of digging his fangs in your supple, generous flesh until you beg for his mercy. 

Entangled in a tango of death and love, fighting each other for dominance, bodies contused and rolling on the ground, the survival of the fittest where the lusts of blood and sex intertwine to make one. 

Feeling your warm skin against his bruised scales... 

Hugging you so tight he could choke you... 

Intertwining your fingers in the battle... 

Appeasing his hunger and instincts, nuzzling in your embrace... 

You yap as his grip on your frail hips tightens as he tilts his pelvis up to hit deeper inside of you, reaching a new spot, sending new pleasure shockwaves coursing your nerve endings, contracting your muscles so hard you could think that they are about to tear up. You inadvertently bite your tongue as his harsh hip thrusts bob your entire body up and down on the mattress, hitting the top of your head against the frame of the bed. 

“St... Ste...!” You try to speak out, trying to reach him 

You are getting cut short each time, losing your breath and your intelligence with each undulation of his waist, his firm flesh slapping your soft one, making a lecherous music resonate in your small cozy bedroom. 

He never took you so roughly! 

He slams your hips together, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy repeatedly, swallowing him again and again, strangling him with each minuscule muscle contraction, making him growl louder and louder. 

Steb looks down at you from all his height, seeing your face twisting with irrepressible pleasure, your mouth agape to speak but failing to, your hands pressed to the frame to stop your head from hitting it. 

But more than anything else, he admires the bulge he makes inside your tight cunny, detailing how your muscles stretch to let him pass resulting in that absolutely delightful detail in this scenery. He cannot refrain from licking his dark lips, drooling at that simple view. 

You are just so perfect on every front! 

He wants to give you everything and it’s contrary. 

Shower you with love and fuck you like an animal. 

Tenderly kiss your lips and bite you to blood 

Help you spread your wings and tie you down with lace 

He is in full control of the situation but not of himself, his sexual instincts command him and order him around, his energy and stamina exacerbated by his blind lust for your body. 

He cannot help from a tight grin as he discovers a creamy ‘O’ appearing at the base of his cock, right at the edge of his swollen knot, making him salivate even more, pushing him over the edge all over again. 

He cannot get enough 

He cannot get his fill of you 

He needs more and more 

He could continue until you both pass out from exhaustion 

Filling you up again and again, breeding you for long hours, ensuring a little one! 

He takes it very seriously! 

He increased his physical exercises, modified his diet, quit caffeine, and regularly took fertility supplements, stacking all the odds in his favor! 

He so dearly wants that baby with you... 

He dreams about holding his baby in his arms at last, even the idea of nine months of patience is killing him! 

Why do human pregnancies take so long?! 

It’s driving him crazy! 

But he is already thinking too far of himself, you’re not even pregnant yet. 

Maddening him! 

This is an error, an error that he intends to correct shortly 

Maybe even today! 

At last! 

He ostensibly sucks on two fingers, humming as he coats them with his saliva before stimulating your little pearl again, still slamming his entire girth deep inside your tight cunt like you were a fuckdoll. 

But you are more fragile than a toy and so much more delicious, taking care of you is his privilege! 

He brushes your clit rapidly and your reaction is immediate! You immediately contract all around his cock, tightening your sensual canal to strangle his length, milking him for his pre-cum that keeps dripping out of his tip. 

You let out a cry at that new stimulation and Steb throws his head backward at the compression of his shaft. So much pleasure courses your two bodies, connecting carnally, in sweat and flesh.  

Steb feels his lungs tightening and air escaping him... 

You... You are just giving him so much, he doesn’t know if he has it in him to not finish before you cum! How is he supposed to not crumble to pieces when your luscious, generous body strangles him with all your warmth and love? 

How is he not supposed to fall on his knees and kiss your feet? 

He harshly bites down his lips to blood, the sudden pain electrifying him like a slap across the face and he refocuses on your sweet body, focusing on your body language, what earns the best reaction from you! 

Your arms are tired 

The force you need to exert to compensate Steb’s powerful thrust to not hit your head is consequent, and the waves of pleasure he gives you definitely do not help, only weakening your muscles with repeated warm shockwaves making you tremble. 

You cannot think of anything else but Steb’s cock ravaging you. 

How it obsessively hits your deep and true, and grazes your gummy G spot with its ridges, keeping edging you, torturing you without interruption you feel your poor pussy convulse around his virile member, stretching the best it can to allow him inside. 

This is... Such a trial 

You never felt like that before! 

Steb who is always so soft and tender, caressing you gently and nuzzling himself in your embrace with a light purr, simply happy to call you his 

Completely metamorphosed 

You do not recognize your sweet beloved, your good boy. 

He is looking down at you with a hungry expression, fucking you like he never did before. 

This is not even fucking anymore, this is much more bestial than that 

You feel it in each of his mean thrusts and in the bruise you guess you will discover on your hips and groin tomorrow. 

You can’t even think  

Each roll of his hips melts your brain and you just... Do not know anything anymore 

The only thing you know for certain is your Vastaya impaling you on his cock. 

You even have difficulties keeping your eyes open each time he hits a sweet spot. 

Your entire body is traversed by electricity, paralyzing your muscles, and making you vulnerable to the whims of your lover. 

You are at his entire mercy 

Steb growls, stopping his caress on your clit to grab your hip firmly with one hand and force your legs onto his shoulders before laying on top of you, pressing his entire weight and your smaller body and your knees to your chest. 

This allows him to go even deeper, that’s why he loves that position! It gives him a lot of control and you cannot do anything else but endure the pleasure. You do not have to do anything, just let him do the work and enjoy yourself. 

It’s also perfect for using his knot! 

He presses his forehead to yours as he pounds your poor pussy under him, reaching all the way up easily, your muscle contracting inadvertently to his delight 

When you try to open your eyes, you are immediately snatched by his white, sharp fangs that he licks instinctively to soothe them.  

Does he has phantom pain about having to file them for his job of enforcer? 

You don’t have to think this further, you’re forced to press your head back against the pillow as he keeps undulating his hips expertly, forcing you on your knees. 

You have some difficulties breathing correctly with the weight on your chest, but Steb loves to press himself on you for maximum skin contact on his sensitive scales. 

You hear the bed cracking and complaining under his powerful thrust, but that does not slow him down, you don’t even think he is in a state to hear that. 

Steb weights down on you with a long animalistic growl, his cheek fins waving under the sheer tension as he grabs one of your hands to intertwine your fingers together, locking you down with him 

You open your mouth to swallow a big breath and Steb takes the occasion to press his lips on yours, languorously kissing you with a pleased and relieved sigh, like he could not wait anymore to finally kiss you. 

You try your best to not bite down his tongue which is more difficult than anticipated as he buries himself in you with such force. Steb does not mind in the slightest, snickering in the kiss each time you bite his tongue or lips. 

That’s not a high price to pay to claim you as he does. 

He hugs and dances with your tongue, moaning loudly in the kiss, conveying his pleasure audibly for you to hear and get off too. 

He knows you love his repertoire, he makes strategic use of it to make you wetter. 

You whine in the kiss, realizing you drooled all over yourself in your debilitating pleasure, completely forgetting yourself. Steb breaks the kiss panting and licks your cheeks with the flat of his tongue with a rumbly purr, tasting your drool and sweat with delight. 

Your two bodies are wet, sticky and sore but Steb doesn’t plan to stop 

This is too good to stop! 

He licks his way down your beautiful neck while his other hand sneakily travels between your two bodies to whip and brush your clit again. You yelp, clenching your cunt violently under the assault of pleasure. 

Steb’s reaction is immediate and he bites down your shoulder 

Hard 

You cry out at that sudden mix of pain and pleasure, squirting on Steb’s cock irrepressibly. Steb does not let go, purring loudly and plowing you down savagely. 

The wet claps of flesh and the smell of sex his getting heady and your head dangerously spins with all those stimuli. You’re sure your legs would give out under you if you were not lying down 

An other thing that give out is the bed 

With an impressive cracking sound, you feel something break under you and you fall with a yelp, the mattress hitting the floor. 

“Steb! We broke the bed!” You warn as you suspect he did not realize it in his fury. 

Okay so? You broke the bed, that’s not sufficient for him to just stop like that! There are more pressing matters than a stupid bed! 

Like breeding you 

That’s what truly matters! 

He keeps stuffing you up, his teeth still clasped on your shoulder to keep you in place, his ears flapping around like a kid who received candy.  

Fucking you like a jackhammer, plowing you down like a fuckdoll as he ferociously caresses your clit, feeling your pussy kneading his cock as it convulsed all around him.  

He can feel each drop of your slick running down his scales like a trail of flames, stinging his flesh so lovingly he feels his dorsal fin freeze still, so full of raw tension. 

He circles and caresses and fondles your sweet pearl in sheer contrast to his bestial fuck. 

It does feel good to let go of the leash of his inner inhibitions, he contemplates in a surprising moment of clarity. 

Let’s just hope you don’t hold it against him... 

You huff and pants, feeling Steb’s tongue lapping your skin, still holding down on your shoulder. You feel something warm roll down your skin as his purr perks up. 

He bit you to blood 

That doesn’t... Feel too painful strangely?  

Instead, you feel a warm and numbing sensation spreading in your muscles sore from sex like a poison was poured into your veins slowly. 

Steb’s arms tighten around you as he raises his head to look at you, blood drops pearling at his lower lips that he licks avidly, his blue eyes almost glowing with lust as he savors your blood with a delighted carnivorous grin. 

This vision is so otherworldy 

And hypnotizing 

You cum right here and there under your lover’s careful and attentive gaze. You throw your head back into the pillow, your toes curling as pleasure waves crash on you like a furious tsunami threatening to drown you 

Did you scream? 

Did you cry? 

Did you pass out? 

You don’t know 

You just know you went deaf and blind under the fire of and orgasm so profound you think you might even have died in the arms of Steb’s to open your eyes as a rebirth... 

Steb roars, looming over you, as he feels your pussy try to retain him inside. He finally allows himself to come as he presses his swollen knot at the gate of your pussy, digging his nails in your flesh. 

Again, he feels your pussy stretch wide to welcome it inside and plug you shut and spurt his virile semen deep inside of you 

He lets out the deepest sigh as your pussy kneads his length to milk him dry. 

He is addicted to that sensation 

He... He wants it again... 

One more 

Please 

Petit coeur, please.... 

He will beg if he has to! 

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“Ah...! Ste-Steb... Please...” You pant, face first into the pillow, drooling all over the fabric as Steb licks the remnant of blood on your shoulder. 

He likes that metallic taste, it tingles his tongue, its a very funny sensation but far from unpleasant. His purr rises up toward the ceiling like musical notes as he nudges his nose in the crook of your neck before straightening his back. 

“Pleeeaaaaaa-AH!...” 

He rolls his hips again to sush you, holding your arms in your back, your butt in the air. 

He quite like that position too, you are hopeless under him like that, that makes him drool profusely 

That excites his hunting instincts... 

“It’s been... My timer...” You try to formulate a sentence but Steb’s rhythmic thrusts are going to your head, “My timer went off... Ages ago...” 

Indeed 

He heard it more than two hours ago 

He did not feel like releasing you just yet. He entered his heat cycle, he needs a lot of love and attention from you from now on... Love that he will give back a hundred times, of course, Petit coeur. 

And you are just so cute with that dumb blissful expression on your face like that! Eyes rolled, mouth agape, panting hard, and drool all over your face! 

This is such a sight, it keeps him so hard! He wants to give you even more! 

His other hand keeps massaging your clit as he feels your slick and his semen dripping on your thighs to you both, you leak so much the sheet under you can’t absorb your essence anymore that a puddle formed. 

This is so obscene!  

So deviant! 

He loves it! 

You moan desperately as he pushes his knot inside once more, cumming deep inside again, together like one. He gently caresses your swollen tummy, full of his cum, tracing sweet circle on your soft skin. 

If you do not get pregnant after that... He’s actually going to lose it for good. 

He hisses as your pussy lazily milk him for all his worth and all your limbs go limp with exhaustion. Your trembling legs give out under you as you crash down with him on the mattress. Steb chuckles lightly, laying on top of you, pinning you down with his weight, and tenderly kisses your cheek while you desperately gasp. 

He nudges himself against you, taking your hand to intertwine your fingers as both of your hearts beat in a frenzy, appreciating that moment of intimacy. 

He will run you a warm bath, cook you a delicious and filling dinner, and massage you thoroughly to ease your sore muscles. Then you will watch a movie, read, play board games, or he will play you his violin! 

Whatever you wish to do Petit coeur. 

He just loves you so much...  

He wants to spend his life taking care of you 

So he thinks he is going to give you two or three more orgasms, just for good measure! 

Just for you. 

What can he say? He is generous by nature and a little bit of a tease when he wants! 

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog 

[sweetiesicheng]

wonwoo - all-nighter

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happy happy birthday to wonu >.<

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as you go through some flashcards, you feel someone tap the top of your head. you turn your head around and see your boyfriend standing behind you. you put the flash cards down and take your earbuds out. "what are you doing here?" you whisper.

"you didn't answer my texts, so i came to check up on you," wonwoo answers. "it's almost three," he mentions.

"i'm already set on staying up, so don't try to take me back to my dorm," you say to him.

wonwoo sighs and walks away to pull up a nearby chair. you resume studying while wonwoo sits down next to you. he takes his tablet out of his backpack and starts working on something, most likely something for one of his projects.

after you finish going through your flashcards, you go through a few sections of your notes. you peek at the time, realizing how committed you are to pulling an all-nighter. then, you look over at wonwoo, who is editing photos and watching an episode of a show via spilt screen.

wonwoo glances up and notices you looking at him. "yes?"

"just wanted to see what you're up to," you reply.

"i have photos to submit for class," he mentions while starting to work again. "i know i'm your handsome boyfriend but get back to studying," he says to you.

"i can't help it. you're a distraction," you say to him. he smiles and reaches forward to kiss your cheek. you face forward again and start studying again, pulling out more notecards and writing new flashcards to help you study later.

—

after awhile, you manage to finish studying all of the material you had planned on looking over. the wooden chair is not helping your body, so you stretch your arms and sigh in relief. you look out of a window and notice that the sky had brightened up a bit, but it was still before sunrise.

you look over at wonwoo, who is still on his tablet. you peek over and see him no longer working on editing but just watching a show. wonwoo notices you and pushes you away, trying to get you to study again. you lean towards him again, but he pushes you away again.

"i'm done studying," you mention.

he takes one of his earbuds out, "do you want to head home?" he asks.

"at this point, we might as well get breakfast at the dining hall," you reply.

"it's too early still. let's go to your dorm, and i'll cook breakfast for us. you should get some sleep," he says to you.

"but you haven't slept yet either. you need to sleep," you say to him.

"i don't have class today. that's why i came to the library to find you in the first place," he explains. "come on, let's go."

you two pack up and leave the library. the dining hall isn't too far away, and you see a few runners going through their routes around campus as you walk together.

"hey," you call out to wonwoo, "thanks for keeping me company."

wonwoo smiles, "no problem. glad i could be with you," he says and kisses your cheek.

[mellowsadistic]

Couples Therapy - Part 1

After Angela cheats on her husband, she agrees to go to couples therapy with him, but each session with the therapist leaves her feeling less and less like a grown-up.

***

Angela tapped her foot impatiently while her husband spoke with the therapist privately, probably whining about how angry and betrayed he felt. They were both supposed to go in together in a moment, but for now she was stuck waiting in reception.

Really, she couldn’t understand why Eric was being so dramatic. It was only sex! It wasn’t as though she didn’t love him anymore. She just needed to have a little fun sometimes, that was all. They weren’t even thirty yet! He was twenty-eight and she was twenty-seven. Did he really expect her to settle down and stick to a single sexual partner when she was still so young?

But he’d insisted on seeing a marriage counsellor and she’d eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly. Their therapist was a man. How was he supposed to understand what it was like for a woman in her situation? And her first impressions of the office hadn’t been great either. The receptionist was a total bimbo!

Angela glanced over at her. She was dressed up like some bizarre fetish fantasy. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a pair of high pigtails, and her stripper-sized tits were crammed into a sparkly Disney princess top. Didn’t this place have a uniform? She looked like an overgrown six-year-old for goodness sake! And she’d been acting like one too when she’d tried to match their names to their booking. Her husband had been very patient with her stupid lisping voice and barely passable ability to read, but Angela had wanted to turn around and leave straight away. What kind of serious therapist’s office employed a woman like that?

At last the door opened, and the therapist stood in the doorway. He smiled kindly and gestured her to come inside.

“He’s weady for you now!” the bimbo receptionist chirped happily, looking up from what looked like a fashion magazine for tweens.

Angela rolled her eyes. “Thanks.”

She went into the office and the therapist closed the door behind her. Eric was lounged on a sofa facing a hard-backed wooden chair, looking perfectly relaxed. Angela sat down next to her husband, leaving a few inches of space in between them.

The therapist didn’t take a seat in the wooden chair, however. He took a tablet from his desk in the corner and stood in front of Angela.

“Here,” he said, handing it to her. She looked down at the screen in her lap in confusion. What was this for? Some sort of presentation?

“I find that girls always get a bit nervous in my office,” he said, talking to her in a light, overly friendly tone, as if he was talking to a nursery-schooler. “This will help you relax, okay sweetie?”

Angela scowled. She was about to launch into a furious tirade. She couldn’t stand being talked down to! Who the hell did this man think he was? If he assumed most women were like his ditzy receptionist then he had another thing coming. But before she could say a word, the tablet in her lap came to life. Brilliant pastel colours swirled and spiralled on the screen, sinking into a single spot in the centre, and her complaints died in her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. It was just so pretty…

“There we go,” said the therapist in that same sweet tone. “That always takes care of fussy little girls.”

“Is there anything I have to do?” Eric asked.

Angela felt strange. She was vaguely aware of the men’s words, but it was as though they were coming to her from the end of a very long tunnel. Her attention was focused on the dazzling lights on the screen.

“Not a thing. Let me do all the talking. Did you hear that, Angela? We’re going to have a little talk, okay sweetie? Nothing to be nervous about. I’m a trained professional, after all. We need to have a little talk about how you betrayed your husband. About how he found out you were cheating on him. Because that wasn’t very clever of you, was it Angela? Getting caught.”

Angela shook her head, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Not clever,” she echoed. It was true. She shouldn’t have been caught. She should have been more careful not to let him find out. Because even though there was nothing wrong with what she’d done, even though she was completely in the right, Eric wouldn’t understand.

“That’s right, Angela,” said the therapist. “You’ve been a very dumb bitch, haven’t you?”

Angela frowned. That didn’t sound right. Dumb bitch. Was it okay for the therapist to call her that?

“Look at the pretty sparkles, sweetie,” he encouraged, and Angela sank back into the swirling lights. “That’s right. You’re just a dumb bitch, Angela. All women are, but you especially. That’s okay though. You don’t know any better – you’re just girls.”

Angela knew vaguely that there was something she didn’t like about what the man was saying, but she was too engrossed in the swirling colours to care. His words were like background noise. She could understand them if she concentrated, but it was so hard to focus with the wonderful patterns in front of her.

“Yes, you’re just a girl, Angela. Just a silly little girl. A big child. It doesn’t matter if you do something wrong, because you can’t be held accountable for your actions, can you? You’re sweet and innocent.”

Angela nodded eagerly, a dim smile spreading across her face. She hadn’t done anything wrong. If she wasn’t so distracted by her tablet, she’d have smirked at Eric. His stupid attempt to guilt-trip her with marriage counselling was backfiring on him. The therapist was on her side.

“Besides,” the therapist continued. “You didn’t cheat on your husband anyway, did you Angela?”

Angela was confused. She had cheated on Eric. Was the therapist going to help her cover it up? But Eric already knew, didn’t he? Surely that wouldn’t work! The lights on the screen grew brighter. They were so, so pretty…

“You didn’t,” the therapist said again. “In fact, it’s completely impossible for you to have cheated on your husband. You know why, I’m sure. It’s because of your embarrassing bedwetting habit.”

Angela wrinkled her nose and started trying to shake her head in disgust. She didn’t wet the bed! The therapist must be confused. He must be mixing her up with some little girl. Maybe one of his other clients was some silly little bedwetter who needed to be reassured that everyone had accidents now and again, but that certainly wasn’t her.

“Don’t… I don’t wet the bed…” she mumbled. Her words felt heavy in her mouth. It was hard to think. She just wanted to watch the pretty swirling lights.

“Look at the colours, sweetie,” the therapist told her. “That’s a good girl. You are a bedwetter, Angela. You wet the bed every night. You have done for quite a few weeks now. And what man would want to sleep with a woman who still pisses herself in her sleep like a dumb toddler? You’re very lucky your husband puts up with your babyish behaviour, young lady.”

Angela’s face slackened as the spirals spun faster and faster. Lucky. She was a lucky girl. She was lucky to have a husband who put up with her bedwetting. Another man might leave his wife if she started peeing herself every night. Especially if she’d cheated on him too. But Eric didn’t know about that. Did he? It was strange. For a while Angela had been sure he did. And the therapist didn’t seem to know either. In fact, he thought it was impossible for a bedwetter like her to cheat on her husband! She blushed even more brightly. How had she done it? Angela frowned slightly. She didn’t know. She couldn’t remember clearly. But the therapist was right – who’d want to have sex with some stupid, bedwetting baby-woman? Why would anyone sleep with her when it meant waking up in piss-soaked sheets, or next to someone in a sopping wet diaper. Her special protection. Her baby pants. Was the therapist still talking? She tried to pay attention.

“…because your husband puts up with you in other ways too, doesn’t he?” he was saying. “It’s not just the bedwetting. You actually have quite a few silly, childish behaviours that no adult woman should reasonably be expected to have. You…”

Angela tuned out again. She could feel his words entering her ears, but her attention was focused entirely on the lights in her lap. So pretty. Such pretty lights…

When she came to, the tablet was gone, Eric was standing up and putting his coat on, and the therapist was looking at her with a satisfied expression on his face. Had she fallen asleep?

“Ready to go home?” Eric asked her brightly.

Angela smiled back, a little hesitantly. She’d thought she was in trouble, but maybe she’d just been confused. She was such a silly girl sometimes. Such a dumb bitch.

Eric held out his hand, and she took it. It felt nice to be holding onto him. It felt reassuring. He held her hand all the way back to their house, and while he walked, she couldn’t help herself from skipping along beside him.

[uwmspeccoll]

Typography Tuesday

Clay Type Design

Here are some examples of letter faces made from clay and plasticine from our copy of The Making of Artistic Typefaces by 50 international designers published in 2016 by SendPoints Publishing in Hong Kong.

LudoSans is a handcrafted sans serif typeface by artist David Luepschen and designer Janina Sitzmann using Plasticine, wax, pigments, and a knife. Their purpose was to animate the typeface using a Strata-Cut method, a form of stop motion animation invented during the 1920s and 1930s by German animator Oskar Fischinger. You can view their animation here.

The San Diego Latino Film Festival Poster was created in clay by Mexican designer Rodrigo Zarain Rojas for the contest at the Media Arts Center of San Diego. He used white clay to model the icons and fonts, arranged them on a wooden surface, photographed the layout and imported it to Photoshop, and used a Wacom tablet to create the colors.

Using clay and sculpting tools, Barcelona-based designers Alex Palazzi, Eudald Carré, and Mio Ouchi created the Arial Family as an experimental series that investigates a relationship between typography and the human body. Changes in the font ‘weight’ are imagined as physical sizes of the human body, spelled out using an Arial font. Black, bold, regular and light variations are visualized with a realistic texture that mimics the skin, with wrinkles, folds, moles and bones intricately spelling out the typeface name.

Polish designer Justyna Rzepa created Zupa using Plasticine modeled into vegetables. The project was for a poster to encourage making and eating soups. Saturated colors were intended to bring to mind the deliciousness of fresh vegetables.

Awesome is also by Alex Palazzi. Letters were carved from a clay base, placed on a stand of thin dowels, then refined and smoothed, and finally covered in dripping slime.

View more designs from The Making of Artistic Typefaces.

View more Typography Tuesday posts.

[lovelypastelsweets]

♡Onychinus' Kitten♡[Part #2:]

Sylus Qin X female!Cat-Hybrid!Reader

{Notes:}

This is my first fan-fiction, if you have any tip/suggestions please let me know!In this story, the 'reader' is NOT the MC, and is female(I don't have an issue with males reading, but I don't know anything about guys, and I want to be authentic. If you'd like a male-reader fan-fic please collaborate with me to deepen my understanding of the male-mind)

{Trigger-warnings:}

This story will contain minor death(of random side characters), mention human-trafficking(not in-detail), the experimentation of humans-subjects, and it may a mention past-trauma that includes sexual-abuse, I haven't decided. But I have PTSD related to sexual-abuse, and I don't want to trigger myself, so if I do include that detail, it will be non-descriptive.

[One month ago;]

Sylus had done business with a man who worked in the black-market. The man bought a verity of protocore-infused weapons, as well as EVOL-canceling restraints and gear.

After two weeks, Sylus came to collect his profit, however the man, Mr.Kurosan, only had half of what was due. And Sylus simply couldn't just let that slide.

Inside a old, dark building; A small room with crumbling and cracked dull-grey walls and a wooden floor, there sits a small table with two chairs on each side- The same room the deal was made in- Sylus stands tall, with an sense of authority and malice, yet looking bored. His appearance was similar to that of a person with an infestation looking at a single mouse caught in a trap.

Sylus: "One such as yourself ought to know what happens when fools bite off more than they can chew. And you, Mr.Kurosan, are not better than a tiny finch picking a fight with a crow."

Sylus' voice lacked hesitation and was terrifyingly calm for someone who was about to take a life.Red and black mist circle the trembling man, lifting him into the air.

Mr.Kurosan: "M-Mr.Sylus-! Please, I-I'll get you the mo-ney! I just need more time!"

The mist continued it's deadly coil.

Mr.Kurosan: "No-no! Wait! I'm not the only party involved here, you see! There's- I-I- I was partnering with a group! A organization! We-we split your shipment! And-and they didn't pay their due! T-they-they didn't-!"

Mr.Kurosan yelled frantically, nearing incoherentnce- a pitiful attempt to be speared.

Sylus: "Oh? Do tell me more."

The mist stopped, causing the Mr.Kurosan to hit the floor with a "[Thud!]".Mr.Kurosan begin to hurriedly speak while scrabbling to his knees. He knew not to test Sylus's patience.

Mr.Kurosan: "There is a an organization of scientists that produce and sell hybrids! They wanted the restraints, and-and some weaponry. So.. I split the shipment, and they were expected to pay for the supplies and my work! They didn't pay the amount owed. That's.. That's why I don't have the money! And! The hybrids they create are really powerful! Some have very strong EVOLS. Su-surely that's something you'd be interested in?...Ah.. So.. See? Mr.Sylus? I-I didn't- I was loyal to you!"

Mr.Kurosan begin to wear a delirious-looking, yet worried smile as he began to see a chance to be speared.

Sylus: "I see. Well then, tell me the name and address of the 'organization'.. In fact, here, write it down. I'll give this organization a visit myself, after all it's 'me' who they owe money to. There's no need for a middle-man."

Mist appeared before Mr.Kurosan with a tablet and a stylist.Mr.Kurosan begin to frantically scribble on the screen. Then, he held it outwards towards Sylus.

Mr.Kurosan: "He-here, Mr.Sylus. This is all the information I have. Ah, so our partnership.. I-I haven't gone against you-I haven't gone against our partnership! So-"

As Mr.Kurosan speaks, the mist collects the tablet, bringing it to Sylus, to which he takes it into hand as he begins to chuckle darkly.

Sylus: " "Partnership"? Do you really think you possess the power to be called my partner? You're more of a fool than I thought.".

Mr.Kurosan's eyes widened in horror and realization, his heartbeat became even more erratic, even painful.The red and black mist returned instantly.

Mr.Kurosan: "N-n-no! Please!- Mr.S-!"

Mr.Kurosan's words cut off into a blood-curdling scream of agony, as Sylus' hand clinched, and his body dissipated into pieces even smaller than the cells that made him.

Sylus looked at the tablet that read; "[HYBE-CO. 444, Shinde-Lane, N109-ZONE.]".

[Two weeks later; Present day:]

Inside a laboratory that disguised itself within an abandoned hotel. The air was filled with screams, slanderish-yelling, pleads for mercy, curses, and the sound of rushed foot-steps of the scientists who made them- Scientists who did want to befall the same fate as their co-workers; Lying bloodied on the floor or disintegrated into ash-.

As Sylus, Luke and Kiren made their way through the laboratory, Sylus noticed a man and a woman conversing in the back of the room. The woman held a gun, checking to see if it was loaded. After nodded to each other the woman began to rush forward- not towards Sylus, but down a hallway and deeper into the laboratory.

Sylus: "You two finish up here. I'll be back"

Sylus said to the twins. He vanished in telaportation before they could respond.

Gun in hand, running fast, the woman moved steadily with intent- knowing that there was only one way to keep their "Products" out of the hands of the Onychinus.

At last she reached her destination; The shared-bedchamber of the hybrids.

♡[To Be Continued]♡

[live-laugh-lenney]

How do you think George & Arthur would react to their girlfriend having an off day and being a bit emotional?

I feel like Arthur especially would be such a sweetheart about it 🥴

ohhh absolutely! he'd be the softest boyfriend. :((((

A R T H U R

arthur has a sixth sense.

he likes to pride himself on knowing when his girlfriend is having a bad day, knowing when his girlfriend feels ill, knowing when she just needs some comfort and some love without her asking for it verbally or delving deep into her feelings. he never goes digging for answers... he always lets her take her time, lets her enjoy the comfort he gives to her, lets her tell him on her own terms.

sometimes, he can tell through her texts.

when she gives him short answers, when she takes a while to send a text back to him, when she misses the 'x' at the end. when she gets to the point, when she's straight with him, not double-texting him... or even triple-texting.

sometimes, though, it's just a gut feeling.

and it's usually around that time of the month where all she wants is to feel warmth, love and comfort from those close to her. knowing that she caves in on herself when she first starts, when she feels the cramps begin, and all she wants is to be looked after without needing to ask him to grab her tampons or pads or sweet treats that she craves. to which he complies, of course.

he doesn't care how silly he looks when he's on the tube, with a bag in his hand that was full with boxes of tampons and pads, alongside an unusual amount of chocolate for one person and paracetamol to help soothe any of her aches and pains. a big bouquet of flowers in his hand that definitely draws attention to himself... but he doesn't seem to care as he stands looking at the floor with his airpods in his ears as he listens to music to pass the time.

and it's time like this where she's glad he had a key to her flat.

because there was no way she was leaving the warmth of her bath to answer the door if he knocked to only get back in moments later with a different feel the water than she had been accustomed to before. knowing that it was him when she heard the jangle of his keys fall in the bowl on the table beside her front door. colliding with the metal of her own keys that lay in the bottom of the wooden bowl.

hearing his footsteps thud around the open plan of her living space, the rustle of a bag being placed down on her kitchen island, hearing him step closer and closer to where her bedroom was. her bedroom door creaking as he steps inside and she was expecting his face to peek around the door to her en-suite.

"only me," he smiles, "had a feeling you'd be in here."

"how do you know i was in?"

"your keys and your shoes by the door," he points his thumb over his shoulder and she mentally facepalms herself for being stupid, "had a feeling you weren't feeling so good today, too."

"been a bit distant, haven't i?"

he steps into the bathroom, hit with the smell of cocoa and coconut from the bubbles in her bath, crouching down beside the tub and resting his forearms on the edge of the ceramic basin she was laid in.

"it's okay," he says softly, "i know you like the back of my hand now."

he dips his fingers into the water and feels how lukewarm it was and she frowns, knowing she'd had to stand up and leave the warmth she was soaking under and find another source of comfort to keep her nice and soothed. to keep her stomach from cramping. to keep her from curling over in aches that seemed to swallow her up whenever she moved.

"brought you some bits, as well," he informs her, standing to his feet and reaching for the towel she had draped over her towel rack, "some chocolate, some tablets, some tampons and that. i don't know if you have some already so... i can always take some back to mine."

she smiles as he stretches the towel out, waiting for her to stand to her feet so he can wrap her up tightly under the cotton, giving her a hug once her teeth start chattering at the chill in the air.

"thank you," she whispers, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, "love you."

"anything for you," he replies and presses his lips to her forehead, "love you, too."

--

G E O R G E

george is oblivious.

but she hid it well, he had to admit.

she stands to her feet during the half-time show of the football game they had on the television, stepping passed the the two arthur's who were sat on the floor and leaning against the sofa and walking passed chris who was sat in the single chair sitting diagonal to the tv, leaving the warmth of george's body heat from where they had taken the sofa so they could lounge together. excusing herself by claiming she was using the toilet before disappearing for the second 45 minutes of the game.

it's only when arthur (hill) mentions that he was getting a numb bum and needed a sofa cushion that george realises she hadn't come back to fill the empty space beside him.

"we're about to watch a film out here, do you want to-"

he cuts his own question off once he sees the human-sized lump curled up underneath his duvet, hand holding the handle of his bedroom door as he pushes it open, his eyebrows furrowing on his browline in confusion.

"babe?"

"hmm?"

"you okay?" his voice comes out in a hushed tone, quiet and almost whispered and he steps into his room, leaving the door ajar, "did i wake you up?"

"no," she responds softly, tucking the duvet tighter around her body and she feels the bed dip beside her as george crawls across the top of the mattress, his arms coming to rest either side of her as his legs straddle her body and his face soon comes into her line of vision, "i'm okay, yeah."

he cocks an eyebrow and she smiles softly.

"i just needed some time to myself," she admits softly, craning her neck to look at him and she's met with the softest pair of eyes looking back at her, "thought i'd leave you lads to watch the football."

"really?"

the way the word lingers on his tongue makes it known to her that he can sense a change in her demeanour and she lets herself relax, her body rolling onto her back and there's a moment where his breath washes over her face and she feels more relaxed than she had done before.

"no but it's silly," she sighs and she mentally scolds herself for how shaky it sounds, "just feeling a little sad, i guess."

"why's that?"

"i don't know," she shrugs and he drops his head to press a kiss to her forehead, "think i'm just feeling all soft. today's been such a nice and comforting day with you guys and tomorrow, it just goes back to me being stressed with work and not seeing you and-"

she lets out a heavy sigh and watches as it catches his fringe.

"i guess i just want every day to be like today," she admits and he tuts at her, "what?"

"you're forgetting i'm your boyfriend. you can see me whenever you want, you silly goose," he leans his weight on one arm and brings his other up so he could cup her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, "if you want to stay here then you can. the boys won't care. if you want to see me, just say so. you know that."

"i just don't want to be a burden," she says and he shakes his head, "i do, sometimes. i don't want to interrupt time with the guys out there."

"but you come first," he says, "always." xx

[cosmiiqueer]

replaying mcsm!

i havent touched this game in about 3 years and now im going back through it because i have terrible terrible brainrot

ep 1

-i still had the opening narration memorized oh my god

-THE OLD MINECRAFT TEXTURES DISTRACTED ME SO MUCH absdfkhsh i kept being like :0 old cobblestone texture! when i was supposed to be making choices

-the original oots are all so goofy

-REUBEN, ,, ,, gently holds. baby. protect baby at all costs.

-petra and lukas and their whole thing still make me so insane

-the animation has some really nice little details that i don't remember ever paying attention to before, like jesse's wooden sword breaking in half before poofing. it's a nice blend of minecraft logic and irl logic i think.

-also girl i KNOW you have the materials for a stone sword! you cannot convince me that wooden sword is your best option

-i played mcsm on a tablet in ye olde days, and even though i have played it on a computer before, im not fucking good at it !!! kept almost missing or fully missing arrows and embarrassing myself lmao

-i forgot how unnecessarily STACKED the va cast is like. matt mercer how did you get here

-i love ivor i love ivor so much he is so dramatic

-"ashley johnson sounds like she's trying really hard to sound cool" -my partner. ohhhh he's right. she does.

-i don't actually ship jesstra (kind of over shipping in general) but jesse having a huge dumbass crush on petra is a headcanon i still enjoy. she's silly.

-yes i always play as fem jesse i simply cannot handle oswald's voice for long stretches of time

-I LOVE THE MUSIC SO MUCH, ,, I REALLY MISSED IT. it's so GOOD. i love how many characters and things have their distinct themes, i love how it sounds similar to minecraft music, i'm just literally obsessed with it. ep 1 alone doesn't really have tracks that i go specifically insane over (thats more in s2) but boy does it have some iconic ones. like look me in the eyes and tell me ivor's theme isn't iconic. you can't.

-like i forgot how melancholic the order's temple track is?? that one gave me the most intense 'im still fourteen playing this game for the first time' feeling that i really wasn't expecting

-who in the ocelots had the legit redstone knowledge to make a working rainbow beacon. which one. i need to know.

-truly love the moment of lukas being like "if you're cool with petra, you're cool with us :D" while the other three are standing behind him, VISIBLY not cool with you. peak comedy.

-axel and olivia are the funniest bitches here. some of the jokes fall pretty flat but they definitely have the most lines that do make me laugh

-lukas and axel are such highschool mean girls to each other. calm down.

-heading to Boomtown because i literally don't remember a thing about it lmao

-i still love this game a lot. i stopped hyperfixating on it around 2019-2020, and replaying it back in 2021 didn't rekindle the intense interest i used to have in it. but god, i missed it a lot. i think it's really fun to rediscover something you used to love so much and i'm looking forward to continuing when i have time

[the-californicationist]

Gunslinger (an excerpt from Chapter 05)

AO3 Link - MDNI

You and John Price had been playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse, but when you hide a pair of panties under his pillow one night, the hunter becomes the hunted.

... you left one lace thong under his pillow. It was white with a pink bow. The strings on the side were satin. Laying crumpled there, between the sham and the sheet, you looked forward to whatever happened. Good or bad. Any reaction from this man would be enough to satisfy your craving to see him undone. How far could a patient man be pushed?

The captain was downstairs, sitting at your table, talking over a tablet with Ghost. As you made your way through the small den, you eyed him shamelessly, daring him, and he saw you, a suspicious look on his face, though not obvious enough for anyone else to notice.

But you were both existing on the same plane, living your lives so closely to one another, vibrating at the same frequency, your atoms dancing at the same intensity, that even if he only imagined a word that he wanted to say to you, you’d know what it was. You’d hear it in the quiet parts of your mind. If he breathed too deeply or stared too long at this or that, you’d notice. Hyper aware of each and every movement that the other was making, stalking each other like wolves, hidden in the trees.

You headed upstairs and lay awake as long as you could, trying to stay up to witness his reaction. Maybe he’d be disappointed. Maybe he’d chastise you like you were a child who didn’t know better. Maybe he’d take your teasing too far. Maybe, and this was the worst one, he might just ignore you.

It wasn’t until you heard him crawl his way up the stairs that you heard his answer.

No one knew the sounds of this house better than you. You’d hid hundreds of people in its very walls. You knew every floorboard and furnishing by heart.

You heard him in the hallway outside your room, walking carefully to his door, and listened to him click open the handle. He was inside. You knew the moment he sat on the edge of the bed with the sound that the mattress made, sighing under his heavy weight.

You could hear his rustling, pushing the quilt back, and you heard him sinking down fully into the covers. Then, silence, but not the relaxed sort.

A sigh, ragged and long.

Another. Full of turmoil.

His feet swung around and touched the floor again, the wooden planks there betraying his movement. You thought he might burst into your room to politely deliver them back to you in that restrained, gentleman’s manner he had. But, he didn’t. He was just sitting there.

It felt like hours had passed before your ears, straining, caught his next sound.

It was another sigh, and then...  a groan.

The sticky popping of skin touching slick skin. Repeated. Iterative. Rhythmic.

The bed moved, barely an inch, rocking in place.

Wet little whispers revealed that his hot palm was pumping, steadily, down his shaft, using the source of fluid from its drooling head to ease the path. He rubbed it along his length. The wet noises became frantic.

More rustling of sheets.

He moaned louder this time. You felt the hair on your arms and neck stand up, shocked, awestruck. You were barely able to breathe.

His movements became desperate, the noises of a body that was working itself to a fever, growing more and more obvious as his reservations surrendered to pleasure.

The bed jostled. His feet pressed against the floor.

The grunting you heard was that of an enraged grizzly, panting roughly, blowing scalding air through his nostrils. You imagined his bearded cheeks hollowed from sucking in a breath, braying in a short, shouted cry. Face contorted with hot agony, his sticky release spilled from his rigid font.

Then, satisfied sighing.

Out of breath.

Spent.

Your blood was pounding in your ears, and your head swam with a loud rushing noise as your heart banged against your chest. It was too much to bear. Your dreams had become too real.

The bed creaked again. You held your breath.

Price was in the bathroom then, mere feet from you, moving around, running the water.

As you watched his feet cast shadows below the door frame, you saw him step toward you, hesitating. But, he didn’t touch the handle. He simply backed away and cut the light, keeping himself from you.

...

[goldnhourwrites]

Not enough people talked about these so I'm gonna do it myself because oh my god (commentary and headcanons below, it's just long)

Sett has a little travel-sized sewing kit in his bag... it's so tidy... sett stitching things back together when his bandmates rip them...

Sett just casually carries around like 20+ pounds of dumbbells. Mans is literally always working out. The grind never stops.

"yo Ezreal can you grab my bag for me?" "Yeah sure--what the FUCK do you have in here? This thing weighs a hundred pounds."

His little exercise headband... and is that a hair tie behind it? Sett with his hair tied back??

Sett's energy bar collection. Sett's the type of person to pack an entire backpack full of snacks for a road trip.

Ezreal has a plushie OF HIMSELF on his bag.

this guy practically collects aesthetic glasses. 3 pairs in the bag plus the circle ones he had in PARANOIA.

Sharpie (for signing autographs???) His signature on the polaroids of himself???

The photo under the lip balm looks like it might be Ezreal and Aphelios. Ezreal's the type of person to make sure he has photos with all of his friends. Ezreal hanging up his favorite polaroids in his room.

can we talk about the all-white fit in the very bottom photo omg

Aphelios has back-up headphones for his headphones.

WHO SENT THE SNACKS. WAS IT ALUNE. WAS IT SOMEONE ELSE.

The writing on the note looks like Korean but unfortunately I don't know any Korean :(

his sticky noted book... is it a journal? is it full of lyrics? who put the little smiley face sticker on the front!! does he write in it!!

I love the idea of Aphelios just pulling out a little keyboard whenever he wants to write down a tune. How well can he play the piano? Only enough to write music, or does he have songs memorized? Does he ever play for anyone?

K'SANTE'S DRAWING TABLET

he's not just in charge of putting together their fashion, he designs it himself. i'm going to scream

I am in love with those glasses. I need art of k'sante in those glasses ASAP. i will do it myself if i have to.

What is his book!! What does the W stand for!!

The way the button on his gloves matches the one on his jacket in his LoL splash art. This tiny detail is driving me insane.

Also, the cologne? The top is the same as his necklace? Does he have a specific personal cologne? So elegant...

Kayn's Pentakill guitar pick. Let me see him play the guitar I beg

The crumpled up receipts. This man goes Shopping (also see: cash, various coins). And he just has a bunch of random shit in his bag because he never bothers cleaning it out.

the open leaking bottle of hair dye. please. do you NEED that

The random jewelry... I love the idea of him either a) taking it off, shoving it in his bag, and forgetting where he put it or b) bringing backup drip with him everywhere in case he needs more

While Sett, Aphelios, and Yone all opted for headphones, Kayn's gone with good old-fashioned corded earbuds. Does he not like headphones? Is it because they mess up his hair?

Big ass box of matches and For Why? Does he smoke? Is he too cool to carry around a lighter? Does he just like setting shit on fire?

Yone keeps a little emergency travel kit. Band mom energy. He's got band-aids and a toothbrush and toothpaste At The Ready.

Bottle of lotion? Yone with a skincare routine? Yone who stays moisturized? Everybody in Heartsteel asking Yone for lotion?

Earplugs (for sleeping on long bus rides, maybe?) I want to see Yone going "I'm sick of this shit" and tuning the fuck out.

Yone is the only one with a real headphone case. Aphelios has his around his neck 24/7, but his wireless earbuds have a case. Sett's just shoving his in there with twenty pounds of dumbbells and hoping for the best.

Yone's got so many little gadgets and I don't even know what they all are. He has his laptop and (probably) his phone, plus a smartwatch, and maybe a portable charger? He's that prepared.

I can't tell what the object beside his smartwatch is (looks wooden?) If anyone knows, let me know? I'm so curious

This man's got even more stuff inside his bag. Yone doesn't leave the house without like fifteen things in case of an emergency.

good news everyone. i'm still losing my mind over them

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Chapter 7

Read on AO3 or below || Chapter 6 Chapter 8 Lawyer AU where Eris and Nesta used to be rivals before she got married and decided to leave the field. But now she is divorced and determined to return to the legal field, even if it means working with Eris, not against him.

Nesta woke up to the morning light streaming directly into her eyes. She blinked once. Twice. Three times. Then, she took in the unfamiliar surroundings, trying to piece together where she was. Soft silk sheets on a bed she didn’t recognize, a minimalist bedroom interior, and her belongings scattered across the floor—serving as an undeniable reminder of last night’s events.

Thank all the gods that the other side of the bed was empty. Nesta wasn’t sure she could have handled Eris’s presence beside her right now. At least she had time to reflect on what the hell she had done last night—allowing herself to end up in his bedroom and engage in what, okay, she had to admit, was some absolutely incredible sex.

If they had been younger, Nesta would have opted for the classic move of sneaking out in shame, throwing on her clothes quickly, and leaving before she could be caught. But now? Aside from the awareness that they still had to work together, she didn’t feel much embarrassment about it. Her attraction to Eris hadn’t come out of nowhere—it had built steadily over time—and Nesta definitely didn’t regret last night.

Not when they’d both gotten more than their fair share of satisfaction.

So, she mentally outlined her next steps. For now, the priority was checking on her daughters. Scanning the room briefly, she spotted her phone, reached for it, and opened her chat with Feyre.

Her younger sister had managed to send her ten mini-reports over the course of the evening and night. These updates included photos of Astrid and Callista eating dinner, accompanied by a caption admitting that, yes, they had actually ordered pizza instead of cooking what Nesta had asked Feyre to. Below the photos was a message pleading with Nesta not to kill her because Callista and Astrid had begged so much that she couldn’t bring herself to say no.

Then came photos of the girls watching ‘Tangled’, smeared with pizza and milkshakes Feyre had ordered for them—though at least Feyre had had the sense to put a bib on Callista. Next was a picture of Astrid and Nyx play-fighting with wooden toy swords while Callista focused intently on a game on her tablet. And finally, there was the last report: all of them fast asleep, cuddled up together.

Nesta shook her head, typed out a quick “Good morning,” and let Feyre know she’d stop by in about an hour and a half. Feyre replied almost immediately, telling her not to rush because Nyx had already come up with some sort of space pirate game for the girls that would keep them entertained for a good while.

Setting her phone aside, Nesta turned her attention to finding her dress. She weighed her options: she could head downstairs in her designer floor-length gown, which was not particularly practical for such a morning, or she could follow the classic cliché and throw on one of the shirts she’d seen in the room. Realizing she wasn’t quite that bold, Nesta settled on the first option, slipping into the dress and trying to smooth it out, making herself look as presentable as possible.

When Nesta stepped out of the bedroom and oriented herself in the vast expanse of this unfamiliar apartment, she was greeted by an objectively pleasant sight. Not that she liked it personally—no, this was just something anyone would find aesthetically pleasing. Not because it was Eris. Definitely not.

Just Eris. Simply Eris, standing in the kitchen, busy with coffee. Simply Eris, standing there without a damn shirt, his torso bare, muscles on display—the same muscles her hands had trailed over just hours ago, while—

Shit.

She suddenly felt like she was twenty-five again, back when she and Eris had spent a night working together at her apartment.

It had been so long ago, during their preparation for the bar exam. At that time, passing that daunting test seemed like the most important thing in the world, so Nesta allowed herself to temporarily set aside her dislike for Eris. They agreed to study together because it seemed more efficient, and one day, they sat together in Nesta’s rented apartment, poring over casebooks again and again.

The room was filled with the smell of coffee, takeout containers scattered across the floor, and papers everywhere because Eris insisted he could focus better when everything was spread out. The entire room had been blanketed in a sea of documents as they quizzed each other on theory, rehearsed laws they already knew by heart a thousand times over, and argued repeatedly over vague wordings that each of them interpreted differently to suit their own points while reviewing cases.

Eris had been the first to fall asleep. His head had barely touched the pillow before he was out cold. Nesta had looked at him, sighed, and draped a blanket over him before leaving him in the living room, making sure his phone alarm was set. She had yawned herself a few times, her glassy, unfocused eyes scanning the mess of papers before finally conceding that it was time to take a break.

The next morning, she had woken to find him standing in a similar position—though more modestly dressed, his half-unbuttoned shirt exposing just enough to make her glance twice—at the stove, fussing with a frying pan.

“You can cook?” Nesta had asked, incredulous. She hadn’t expected Eris Vanserra to do anything remotely domestic.

Eris had shot her a long, withering look, as though she’d asked the dumbest question imaginable, before transferring the contents of the pan onto a plate. “I can manage bacon and eggs, Archeron,” he’d muttered.

Nesta, enticed by the smell of food, had let the jab slide and murmured, “Smells good.”

“There’s more left. You can cook some yourself,” he had said nonchalantly, gesturing to the stove with his fork.

Unbelievable. Nesta had blinked several times at his audacity, then huffed in irritation. She should have kicked the bastard out the moment he fell asleep. Who cared that it had been four in the morning and he probably wouldn’t have made it home safely? Since when did she care about Eris Vanserra’s well-being?

Eris, catching her reaction, had only smirked before nodding toward the counter, where a breakfast spread from some café was already waiting in a neatly packed box. “I’d always suggest the sandwiches and pastries from there over burnt bacon.”

Nesta had been surprised for the second time that morning as she inspected the box’s contents, shaking her head in disbelief. When she’d finally sat at the table and glanced at his plate, she’d noticed he hadn’t been exaggerating—half of his breakfast was charred beyond recognition. Out of sheer humanity—and years of experience as an older sister—she’d shared her sandwich with him.

And now, here he was again, but not at the stove. This time, he was pouring coffee from a beautiful Turkish coffee pot adorned with intricate designs. Nesta couldn’t help but notice it, though her attention was undeniably drawn to everything else in the room except his bare torso.

“Good morning,” Eris greeted her casually, his tone entirely unaffected by the situation. “You can either sit down and have breakfast or keep staring at me, but fair warning—I might start blushing.”

The same bastard as always, Nesta thought, rolling her eyes as she approached. “Do you even have breakfast in this house? Don’t tell me you’ve learned to cook in the past ten years.”

“You wound me,” Eris replied, smirking. “I’ve mastered the art of finding excellent delivery services.”

Nesta had been bracing herself for awkwardness at breakfast, but now, she mostly wanted to smack him. Not because of the food delivery, but because of the feelings he stirred in her with his words and actions. A younger version of herself would have shot her a judgmental look for how unguarded she felt right now.

Still, the table was set with two plates of food that looked like something out of a marketing campaign for healthy breakfasts, and Eris placed two mugs of coffee beside them.

“The coffee’s good,” he said. “In case you need a reason to convince yourself not to bolt through that door.”

“I honestly don’t know how I still put up with you,” Nesta grumbled, sitting down and fixing him with a stern look, which only made him laugh.

They had breakfast quickly, after which Eris offered to give her a ride, pointing out that taxis in this area had a surge pricing of one and a half times. Nesta wanted to be proud and independent at this moment, but with it being a week before her paycheck and her account already looking grim, she wasn’t eager to pay an exorbitant fare for a taxi.

After freshening up and brushing her hair in Eris’s bathroom, she left the apartment with him, descending to the parking garage via the elevator. Eris drove her to Feyre’s house, from where Nesta was ready to call a taxi, but—

“Mom! Eris!” Astrid greeted them excitedly as soon as she stepped out of the building and saw them. Her face lit up with a wide smile as she waved at them, cautiously hobbling toward the car.

Callista, meanwhile, immediately rushed over to Nesta, her little legs moving quickly before she leaped into her arms. “Mom!” she said, beaming.

Feyre only gave Eris a quick glance before turning her gaze to Nesta with a knowing smirk—a look Nesta wanted to strangle her younger sister for. Of course, Nesta had shown up here wearing her dress from the previous night and stepping out of Eris’s car; it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

“I’m glad to see you too, Feyre, but tone down that smile,” Nesta muttered under her breath as she walked closer to her sister.

“Good for you, sis,” Feyre whispered back mischievously, still smirking as she shot quick glances at Eris, who was busy answering Astrid’s endless questions. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you moving on, and—”

“Slow down, will you? It’s a one-time thing, nothing more,” Nesta interrupted, shaking her head as much to herself as to Feyre.

“Sure,” Feyre replied with a sarcastic whisper before pulling Nesta into a hug. “Nyx wanted to see you, but Az promised to take him to a movie today—a horror film. I told him the girls definitely didn’t need something like that. Remember the last time when I put on Krampus?” she added, her tone turning sheepish.

Nesta snorted. Of course, she remembered. She had left her daughters with Feyre, so she and Cassian could enjoy a rare night out together. Who could have predicted that Feyre would put on a “festive and kid-friendly horror movie,” thinking it wouldn’t actually be scary? After that, Astrid refused to sleep alone for weeks, always sticking to Nesta’s side. Luckily, Callista had been too young to fully grasp the terror and had fallen asleep quickly, though even her sleep had been restless.

“I’ll see you later,” Nesta said as Callista began squirming in her arms, clearly ready to head home.

“You’ll come to Nyx’s birthday party, right?” Feyre asked, louder this time and quickly, as if she didn’t want the subject to escape unnoticed. “He misses you so much, and Elain and I do too. I promise I’ll make Rhys behave himself –– you won’t hear a single snide comment from him.”

“And Cassian?” Nesta asked quietly.

“He… Rhys wants to invite him, and you know Nyx loves him,” Feyre mumbled awkwardly, clearly unhappy with the situation herself. “But I’ve already told Rhys I don’t want Cass at the house. He’s a cheating piece of—”

She stopped mid-sentence, her gaze shifting to Callista, who was staring up at her with wide, curious eyes. Nesta chuckled.

“I’ll come,” Nesta said. “I’ve already promised, so prepare to host the three of us again.”

Feyre let out a delighted squeal and hugged her again. “We’ll be waiting! Now go on—your prince is waiting,” she added with another sly grin before retreating into the house.

Returning to the car, Nesta spotted Eris and Astrid standing opposite each other, arms crossed as they seemed to be arguing.

“Ankylosaurus was like a tank!” Astrid declared stubbornly, her brows furrowed as she looked up at Eris, who smiled indulgently at her enthusiasm for dinosaurs. “It had armor on its back, and even if something tried to bite it, their teeth would just break! And it could knock anything over with its tail!”

“Tanks aren’t exactly agile, you know,” Eris responded in a bored tone. “But Therizinosaurus was fast and graceful. It could easily dodge a tail strike and counter with its claws. That’s not a tank—it’s a real martial arts master.”

Oh, for God’s sake. Nesta shook her head as the two finally broke off their debate and turned their attention to her.

“Mom! Eris doesn’t know anything about dinosaurs!” Astrid complained.

“Nesta, your daughter doesn’t know anything about dinosaurs,” Eris retorted, mimicking her tone.

“Hey!” Astrid exclaimed indignantly, her gaze snapping back to him.

“Astrid, no ‘hey’ at adults,” Nesta said firmly. “Eris, for the love of the gods, stop arguing with a seven-year-old.”

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, an apologetic smile spreading across his face that almost seemed genuine. Nesta knew it was nothing of the sort, but she chose not to comment, instead asking Astrid to get into the car and helping Callista into her seat, buckling her in.

“Mom,” Nesta heard from the back seat, her youngest daughter’s little voice reaching her with that unmistakable tone of curiosity. She turned to look at her. “Why did Aunt Feyre call Eris your prince?”

Nesta wanted to open the car door and roll herself right out onto the street. Her cheeks flushed with a light pink hue of embarrassment as Eris raised an eyebrow at her, clearly intrigued. “Oh?” he drawled, his tone laced with amusement.

“Aunt Feyre didn’t say that,” Nesta managed to reply, though even she doubted her conviction. Gods, was she even still a lawyer? How had she not come up with a plausible, clever deflection instead of this fumbling denial?

“But she did!” Callista argued, her small face set with determination.

“You misheard her,” Nesta said briskly.

“Really?” Eris asked this time, his smirk deepening into something downright mischievous.

“Really,” Nesta replied, shooting him a sharp look. “She said prince, but she definitely wasn’t talking about you.”

“But Mom—” Callista began again, undeterred.

Eris suddenly burst out laughing, a rich, low sound that filled the car. Despite the heat rising in her cheeks, Nesta found herself unable to hold back a small smile. She even laughed softly, though Callista remained thoroughly unimpressed by the lack of answers she was receiving.

Astrid, on the other hand, seemed far more invested in winning her ongoing debate about dinosaurs, and the conversation in the car shifted back to that quickly enough.

When they arrived, Eris offered to carry the girls’ bag of belongings inside. Nesta knew she should refuse—it would have been the sensible thing to do—but… she wasn’t used to being treated this way anymore. And, honestly, she didn’t want to say no. She couldn’t even remember the last time Cassian had offered to do something for her without her having to remind him. Sure, he did what was needed, but taking initiative? That was rare.

So they stepped out of the car together. Callista clung to Nesta’s hand, her eyes darting around as she started pleading to play on the playground. Meanwhile, Astrid arched an eyebrow in surprise as her gaze settled on something across the parking lot.

“Mom, you said we were staying with you!” she exclaimed, her voice accusatory.

Nesta furrowed her brow in confusion and nodded. “You are. You’re with me for the weekend.”

“But that’s Dad’s car!” Astrid said, her tone accusatory and confused as she pointed at the familiar black SUV pulling into the lot and parking right next to Eris’s Aston Martin.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Nesta froze, her body stiffening, as Cassian stepped out of his car. His expression was dark and foreboding as his gaze flickered over to Eris. Eris, for his part, merely glanced at Cassian with mild curiosity, the corners of his lips twitching upward in what might have been amusement.

Cassian wasted no time, his long strides carrying him quickly toward them. He still radiated that effortless charisma and energy that had once drawn her to him, but now? Now, all she felt was a simmering frustration. How dare he just show up like this? How dare he even—

“Hey, Nes,” he greeted coldly, his tone sharp enough to cut.

Nesta raised an eyebrow, not pleased by his tone. Eris mirrored her expression, his own brow arching slightly as he observed the exchange.

“Hi, Dad!” Callista’s bright voice broke through the tension as she waved eagerly, her small hand gripping Nesta’s dress. She looked up at Cassian with unbridled enthusiasm, blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. Her cheerful greeting brought a fleeting softness to Cassian’s face as he crouched to her level, gathering her into a tight hug.

“Hi, my little star,” he murmured before turning to Astrid. “Hey, sunshine,” he added, reaching for her. But Astrid didn’t move right away. Her eyes darted between her father and mother, her small brow furrowed in visible confusion.

When Astrid finally stepped forward to hug him, it was slower, more measured. As Cassian held her close, her gaze lingered on Nesta, who offered her a faint but reassuring smile.

Cassian smiled warmly at them, though the warmth disappeared the moment he stood and turned his gaze back to Eris. This time, his expression was openly hostile.

“No hugs for me?” Eris asked dryly, his tone light but his smirk sharp.

Nesta almost snorted at the sheer audacity of the situation. Cassian, however, only narrowed his eyes further, his jaw tightening. A vein in his forehead pulsed dangerously.

“Vanserra,” Cassian greeted, his tone cold enough to chill the air between them.

Eris merely tilted his head, his stance casual as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Astrid’s gaze darted between the two men, her small brows furrowed in confusion, while Callista pressed herself closer to Nesta, clearly picking up on the tension.

For Nesta, though, this was the breaking point. She pulled both girls closer to her side and cast a sharp glare at Cassian. The sheer nerve of him, acting possessive and territorial after everything he had done. It was beyond infuriating. He had destroyed their marriage—shattered it with his betrayals—and now he thought he had any right to jealousy? To judgment? Absolutely not.

“Lower the testosterone levels and spare me the need to watch you two play alpha males,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip. Though her words were pointed at both of them, the irritation in her tone was directed squarely at Cassian. She refused to turn this into a spectacle, especially not in front of their children.

Eris shrugged lightly, an apologetic smile flickering across his face as he turned to her. “Sorry, love,” he said, his voice soft but laced with just enough mockery to needle at Cassian further.

Cassian, predictably, bristled, his posture stiffening as his jaw clenched even tighter. But, for once, he didn’t respond, only glaring daggers at Eris while Nesta sighed inwardly, wondering how she’d managed to get caught in the middle of this ridiculous standoff.

“Astrid, Callista, would you show me where to leave your things?” Eris’s voice was calm and polite, carrying none of the tension hanging in the air. His focus shifted to the girls, who seemed relieved to have an excuse to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere. Astrid nodded quickly, eager to take on the task, while Callista, ever her sister’s shadow, followed along just as enthusiastically.

Nesta handed Eris the keys to her apartment, a fleeting but genuine smile gracing her lips as their fingers brushed. His own smile, warm and reassuring, was a stark contrast to Cassian’s stormy demeanor. Eris took the keys and the girls’ hands, his posture relaxed as he helped Astrid avoid putting too much pressure on her injured leg. The three of them disappeared up the stairs, leaving Nesta alone with Cassian.

Cassian’s eyes followed them, lingering on every exchanged glance, every small gesture. His features twisted into something bitter, jealousy and resentment carved into every line of his face. He turned back to Nesta, his expression hardening as if to shield the vulnerability beneath.

“It’s been less than six months, and you’ve already found someone better?” he asked, his tone biting and accusatory.

Nesta blinked, stunned for a moment by the sheer malice in his voice. It wasn’t the words themselves that surprised her—she’d expected some level of jealousy from him eventually. But the bitterness, the implication that she was nothing more than a gold digger moving on to someone wealthier, cut deeper than she’d anticipated.

“What are you even doing here, Cassian?” she asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. It was barely mid-morning, and already her patience was wearing thin.

“I came because I thought you might want to fix things between us,” he said bluntly, his confidence making her stomach turn.

“Fix what?” she asked, incredulity dripping from her voice.

“Our relationship,” he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Nesta, we’ve been seeing each other all week. Every single day, reconnecting little by little. The girls want to see their mother every day, and we both know that this whole custody schedule is bullshit. You know that staying married was the most logical thing for us. You were the one who insisted I come over every day. And—”

“Shut up,” Nesta cut him off, her voice laced with disbelief and anger. “Just shut the hell up.”

Cassian froze mid-sentence, his mouth snapping shut as her words sank in. He stared at her, his gaze unyielding yet somehow empty, as though he truly believed what he’d just said.

“I didn’t insist on anything,” she continued, her tone sharp and unforgiving. “I asked you to pick Callista up from daycare because I physically couldn’t be in two places at once. That’s it. And for the record, Cassian? Go to hell. There is no ‘us.’ There hasn’t been an ‘us’ for a very long time. If you came here thinking I’d fall back into your arms because your little fling moved on, then you’re delusional. My answer is no. It always will be.”

Cassian stepped closer, his broad frame casting a shadow over her. Instinctively, Nesta stepped back, hating how he loomed over her every time they fought. He had always made her feel small, whether intentionally or not, and she refused to let him do it anymore.

“This is about him, isn’t it?” Cassian growled, his voice low and rough with suppressed rage. “You’re sleeping with that pompous bastard, and now you think you’re too good for me.”

Nesta glared up at him, her chin lifting defiantly. “You think this is about Eris?”

“Who else?” he shot back, his tone dripping with derision. “He was sniffing around you before we were even married, and the moment you divorce me, he swoops in with his expensive suits and flashy cars? What did he do, show up with a hundred roses and a Cartier set worth more than your salary?”

“What the actual fuck are you talking about?” Nesta demanded, her disbelief morphing into outright fury. “Do you really think that’s how it happened? That Eris has been stalking me all these years, waiting for his moment to pounce? That I just threw myself at him the second I signed the divorce papers?”

Cassian clenched his fists at his sides, his face twisting with anger. “I think he’s using you. And you’re too blinded by his charm to see it.”

"I came to Eris for help. I needed a job until I could restore my legal license, the one I gave up because of my marriage to you. He helped me, and no, Cassian, I didn’t sleep my way into the position."

“Oh, but he’s clearly waiting for that,” Cassian scoffed with such condescension as if he truly believed that Nesta wasn’t capable of holding her position without having to ‘pay’ for it with her body. Nesta wanted to wince in disgust. “We both know this type of guy. He’ll pretend to be a good guy for you, wait until you let your guard down, and then take whatever he wants from you before tossing you aside.”

“Sounds familiar,” Nesta shot back coldly.

Cassian's jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring as he glared down at her. "You really want to compare me to him? After everything we went through, Nesta? After everything I did for you?"

Nesta let out a sharp laugh. “Everything you did for me? Do you mean like cheating on me in our own house? Or pretending like nothing happened while you laid next to me every night? Don’t stand here pretending to be the martyr, Cassian. You burned it all down, and now you want to come crawling back, playing the victim? You’re not fooling anyone.”

Cassian stepped closer, his jaw tight, his broad shoulders squared in a posture that seemed to fill the space between them. For a moment, Nesta considered stepping back but held her ground. She wouldn’t let him intimidate her anymore. Not after everything.

“You think I’m playing the victim?” Cassian’s voice was low, but there was a sharp edge of jealousy woven through the anger. “You think I don’t know how badly I fucked up? I’ve spent every damn day regretting it, Nesta. Every single day. But it’s not just about that, is it? Now there’s that bastard.”

“Eris,” Nesta cut in sharply, her voice steady but filled with warning. “His name is Eris. And I don’t see any problem with him.”

Cassian’s nostrils flared at the name. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You think I don’t see it? The way he looks at you? The way you let him? It’s like I never even existed.”

Nesta’s lips pressed into a thin line, her voice dropping to an icy calm. “You erased yourself from my life the moment you decided to fuck Morrigan, Cassian. Don’t you dare stand here and blame me for moving on.”

“Is that what you call it?” he shot back, bitterness lacing his words. “Moving on? With him? You really think he’s some kind of saint? Nesta, he’s just waiting for the right moment to use you. That’s what people like him do.”

“And what about you?” Nesta’s voice rose slightly, her control slipping. “What did you do, Cassian? You used me too, didn’t you? Used my trust, my love, and then threw it all away when it suited you.”

Cassian flinched, his bravado cracking for a moment. His voice softened, though the jealousy still simmered beneath the surface. “It wasn’t like that. I was… lost. And instead of turning to you, I made the worst decision of my life. I’m not proud of it. I’m ashamed, Nesta. But seeing you with him? Knowing that he’s stepping into the life I destroyed? It’s killing me.”

“Good,” she said coldly, crossing her arms. “Maybe now you have a small taste of what it felt like for me.”

Cassian’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his expression a mix of guilt and frustration. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. I know I don’t deserve that. But don’t pretend like he’s some perfect alternative. He’s going to hurt you, Nesta. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it’ll happen. And when it does, where will that leave you?”

“I’ll tell you where,” Nesta snapped, stepping closer until they were almost nose to nose. “It’ll hurt, but I’ll move on and find someone who won’t betray me. Because unlike you, Cassian, I’ve learned how to stand on my own. I don’t need anyone fighting my battles or falling over themselves for me. I don’t need you. I don’t need him. But at least he’s giving me something you never could: respect.”

The words hit him like a physical blow, and Cassian’s mask of anger faltered for a moment. Beneath it, she saw the raw hurt and insecurity he was trying so desperately to hide. But the moment passed, and the fire returned to his gaze.

“You really think he’s better than me?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Nesta’s expression softened, but only slightly. “I don’t think, Cassian. I know.”

His face twisted with anger, but there was a flicker of something else there too—regret, guilt, maybe even longing. Not that it mattered.

“Fine,” he said through gritted teeth. “You want to throw everything I did in my face? Go ahead. But don’t think for a second that I’m going to sit back and watch that bastard replace me. He doesn’t love you, Nesta. Not like I did.”

Nesta’s laugh was cold and sharp. “Love doesn’t feel like constantly questioning your worth because the person who’s supposed to cherish you is busy chasing after someone else.”

Cassian took a step back, his shoulders slumping as if her words had physically struck him. For a moment, he looked like he might say something else, something softer, but then his jaw tightened, and the anger returned.

“This isn’t over,” he said finally, his voice low and tense.

Nesta raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a cold smile. “It is for me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than entertain your tantrums.”

Without another word, she turned and walked back toward the building, leaving him standing on the street. She didn’t look back, but she could feel his eyes on her, burning with the weight of things left unsaid.

When Nesta reached the stairs and opened the door to her apartment, the sound of the girls' laughter drifted down the hallway, warm and genuine. She paused, taking a deep breath for a moment, and allowed herself a small smile.

Walking into the living room, she found Astrid and Callista seated on the couch. Astrid was flipping through her dinosaur encyclopedia while Callista tried to mimic her sister by holding another book upside down. The sight made Nesta’s lips twitch into a small smile.

“Mama!” Callista called out, her face lighting up as she noticed Nesta. "Look, I'm reading!"

“You’re doing an excellent job, sweetheart,” Nesta said, ruffling her youngest’s hair before turning to Astrid. “What are you doing?”

Astrid sighed dramatically, closing her book with a thud. “Eris thinks he knows everything, but he made up a dinosaur that doesn’t even exist! I checked!”

Nesta chuckled, settling down on the edge of the couch. “Well, that sounds like him. But haven’t you finished this argument yet?”

“We finished,” Eris nodded, sitting on the armchair, “but the little lady immediately found her encyclopedia when we came in, and we resumed the discussion. I must admit, I was running out of my extensive knowledge of dinosaurs, so I had to resort to imaginative tactics. Did you know how useful Latin is?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “Just admit that my daughter outsmarted you, Vanserra. It’s not that hard.”

“Ouch, even mini-Nesta is outsmarting me now,” Eris replied dramatically, clutching his chest as though wounded. Astrid giggled, pleased with her victory, while Callista climbed down from the couch to fetch an apple from the kitchen.

Understanding Nesta’s wordless cue, Eris straightened and made his way toward the hallway. He paused at the edge of the living room, catching her gaze. “Can I ask how your conversation went?” he asked quietly, leaning against the wall.

Nesta sighed. “Terrible. And honestly, it’s a little embarrassing to realize how many years I spent married to him.”

“Well, you’ve always had a knack for making questionable decisions—” Eris began with a teasing grin, only to wince as Nesta swatted his arm. They both chuckled softly, though the humor couldn’t fully mask the gravity of the morning.

“But honestly, I’m sorry,” Eris said quietly, his voice softening. “Sorry it turned out that way with your marriage. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I guess the important thing is that I’m divorced,” Nesta shrugged, trying not to let her voice reveal how much it affected her. As if it didn’t matter, as if she didn’t want to break down in tears during her conversation with Cassian.

Eris just looked at her with a long gaze. And in his eyes, she saw concern, warmth, and care. A dangerous combination that made Nesta’s heart pick up its rhythm. She leaned against the doorframe, watching Eris as he adjusted the cuff of his jacket. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words.

“I suppose this is where I’m meant to make a graceful exit,” Eris said with a faint smirk, his tone light but his gaze lingering on her face.

Nesta’s lips twitched in a small smile, though her eyes betrayed the wariness she carried. “You’re better at it than most.”

“A talent honed over years of practice,” he replied. “But I’ll admit, I’m not used to leaving somewhere and feeling like I want to come back.”

Nesta’s hand tightened slightly on the doorframe. She glanced away for a moment, trying to mask the faint blush creeping up her neck. “Don’t let it go to your head,” she said, her tone wry but lacking its usual bite. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

Eris tilted his head, studying her with an intensity that made her feel both exposed and oddly comforted. “If that’s what you want to believe,” he murmured, his voice low.

Nesta opened her mouth to respond, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but it faded when he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. The space between them felt charged, like a string pulled taut, waiting to snap.

“I’m not trying to make this complicated,” he said softly, his voice carrying the kind of honesty that made her chest tighten. “But I can’t pretend this doesn’t matter. That you don’t matter.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she couldn’t think of a single word to say. The weight of his admission settled over her like a blanket she wasn’t sure she wanted to shrug off.

“Eris…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, but he shook his head slightly, his expression softening.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “Not now. Maybe not ever. I just needed you to know.”

The silence that followed was thick, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was filled with the things neither of them were quite ready to say, and yet they both understood. Finally, Nesta nodded, her gaze locking with his.

“Thank you,” she said simply, her voice steadier than she felt. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for now.

Eris stepped back, his hand lingering on the doorframe for a moment before he turned to leave. He paused just outside, glancing back at her with a small, almost wistful smile. “I’ll see you on Monday, Nesta.”

“Yeah,” she said, her lips curving into a faint smile of her own. “Monday.”

When the door closed, Nesta leaned back against it, letting out a slow breath. The tension coiled in her chest began to loosen—but only slightly.

“Mama?” Astrid’s small voice pulled her from her thoughts. She turned to find her daughter standing near the couch, clutching her encyclopedia against her chest. Callista was beside her, chewing on her second apple but watching closely with wide, curious eyes.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Nesta asked softly, moving closer and crouching slightly to meet her daughter’s eye level. 

“Why was Dad so mad today?” Astrid asked hesitantly, her small fingers gripping the edges of the book tightly. “I know he smiled at us but... but he was angry.” Her voice wavered, and she glanced at Callista, who had stopped chewing her apple and now looked between her sister and her mother with a furrowed brow.

Nesta hesitated, smoothing her hands over her dress as she considered how to respond. “Sometimes grown-ups have big feelings that they can’t control,” she said carefully. “Your dad wasn’t mad at you or Callista. He loves you both so much.”

Astrid nodded slowly, though her face remained troubled. “But he was mad at Eris, wasn’t he? I saw how he looked at him. Like when I get mad at school when someone cuts in line.”

Nesta bit back a sigh, her heart aching at the earnestness in Astrid’s voice. “It’s a little more complicated than that,” she admitted gently as she cupped Astrid’s cheek. “That’s something me, your dad, and Eris will figure out. You don’t need to worry about it, okay?”

Astrid didn’t look entirely convinced but nodded again, her expression serious. “Okay. But... I don’t want anyone to fight. Not you, or Dad, or Eris.”

“Neither do I,” Nesta assured her, brushing a strand of hair from Astrid’s face. “That’s why I’m going to make sure everything stays calm. You don’t need to worry about it, my sweetheart.”

Callista finally spoke up, her voice small but curious. “Mama, does Eris stay for dinner? He’s nice.” She looked up at Nesta with wide eyes, seemingly oblivious to the weight of the conversation.

Nesta smiled faintly, wrapping an arm around both girls. “Not today, sweetheart. But maybe another time. Now, how about we go to the playground while your sister recites every nerdy fact she’s learned from her encyclopedia?”

“Not nerdy, Mama!” Astrid protested.

“Nerdy,” Callista echoed teasingly, grinning as she poked fun at her sister. Astrid ruffled Callista’s hair in mock retaliation, causing the youngest to let out a playful whine of protest. Nesta stood, her heart lighter as she watched the two of them giggle and banter.

[hamsteriffic]

Chapter 6 updated!

I do or die (Melodrama not included)

Relationships: Adrien x Marinette

Tags: Semi-arranged marriage (they signed up for it), Reality TV show, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn

Rated M for Mature (suggestive language, no smut) and swearing.

Excerpt:

Marinette barged through the old wooden doors, marching out into the garden while the rest of the guests looked on in horror. The redhead jumped to the front and held her hands above her hair to get everyone’s attention. “We will take a short break. Please talk amongst yourselves! Thank you for your patience!”

She let out a scream as the door slammed shut.

This was not possible!

They wrote down their exes - but she couldn’t just well write down Chat Noir. Before today, the time they saw each other they parted on bad terms and there was a lot of unresolved tension. They had kissed and fooled around a bit in their suits and outside of the suit, it was barely even hand holding. She didn’t even think about writing down Adrien’s name because the chances of him being paired with her were astronomical.

“Before you formally quit, remember your contractual obligations,” the red headed lady warned.

Marinette startled. She was so quiet that she didn’t even know that they were standing right behind her. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, there's a lot of expenses that we have to pay. There’s the venue hire and the staff, you know, not to mention catering. So some level of compensation would be ideal.”

The red head handed her a tablet, on it she recognised it as the network contract. Marinette looked at the bottom line with alarm.

“I—,” she protested meekly. “But I don't have any money!”

“Well, you should have thought of this before you signed with the network,” the woman replied snippily.

“Yeah, but I didn't think that you were going to set me up with my ex boyfriend.”

“We had asked you to fill in the questionnaire and list all your exes. Don't you remember?”

Marinette remembered. Because he was fucking Chat Noir! There was no way she could say “I can’t marry him because I am Ladybug and we happened to date before I realised we accidentally killed his father.”

Fuck this. She thought testily. Shit like this was always happening to her. Why couldn’t it happen to someone more deserving (I don’t know, say, Lila?)

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Written for the @mlbigbang2024

Some pretty pictures below the cut.

I just wanted to include these images because they’re so cute!!! Don’t mind me

Photo credits from :

Wedding Forward (bouquet)

Zoe Clark Cakes (cake)

Grounds Alexandria, Sydney, Australia (venue)

Recipe for Sakura Cherry Blossom Macarons

[rainbowolfe]

In "CHAOS", the speaker gives three nicknames that they're known by: Chaos, Leshy, and Me.

There was. No further elaboration on that final nickname in later tracks. So, I can only take that at face value. The speaker is literally called "Me" by some.

Consider it a weird bastardization of how some sects of Christianity refer to Jesus Christ as "He" instead of by name. Which is, coincidentally, an appropriate reference cause guess who else was destined to die.

There are a handful of uses of "me" that stand out.

"Dream of me."

The flavor text for the Moon Necklace. There is literally no other first-person singular reference used within the flavor/lore text or descriptions. That's weird.

There's exactly two uses of first-person plural, and both are describing the exact same thing: Finding/Creating order within/from chaos.

"So we bend nature to our will in pursuit of order." -Wooden Planks "We mould the very earth itself to build our city." -Stone Blocks

And what is 'we' if not 'me' in the Reversed position. Not to mention that the necklace's effect is that the wearer can never sleep. The only 'dreaming' they're gonna be pulling off is daydreaming.

'Stop and stare to worship me within this reverie.'

"Take this, and remember me."

These are the parting words of the shadowy entity that's been providing the Ancient Tablets. Suggesting that the serpent design relates less to the speaker and more to the mysterious entity related to Chaos.

And, I don't have a screenshot of it, but I've seen Cosmica-Candy yell about it enough to believe that it's real, but Sozo has a unique Follower Thought where he asks about a "mi". A different spelling, but there's only two ways to pronounce that. It's either relevant or it's not.

Please be relevant, give Sozo a purpose that isn't messy narrative foil.

[m0use123]

Asami woke up groggily, feeling something wasn't right, she sat up on the edge of her bed and slipped her feet into her awaiting slippers.

She glanced around her spacious bedroom, the full moon was shining brightly into the space, her balcony doors were open and the silk white curtains were flowing gently in the wind.

The roar of the sea was loud in the quiet night, her alarm clock on her bedside table read 1:15 am. She scanned the room looking for any obvious signs of why she had been dragged out of her heavy sleep so easily.

Her television was turned off, her phone, laptop and tablet were all charging on the far opposite side of the room so she wouldn't be tempted to glance at them when she should be sleeping.

Her desk lamp was off, her sketches for her father were scattered haphazardly ontop of it, the top pages ripperling slightly in the fresh sea breeze.

All in all everything was in it's correct place.

Totally stumped the young heiress decided to grab herself a glass of water before trying for sleep again. So she slipped on her RCH cheerleading hoodie and crepted downstairs without turning on any lights, she didn't want to wake up her friends that were sleeping in the other rooms around her.

Once in the kitchen, Asami collected a clean glass from the draining board next to the sink and poured herself a glass. She lent on the kitchen counter top as she took small sips of her water, watching the sea crash against the shore line through the window not 100 yards away.

As she watched, her eyes landed on a figure standing knee deep in the surf, they were scimming stones across the waves of the ocean. A boisterous dog was lolaping around the person diving nose first into the water excitedly in search of the stones.

As the person turned and stretched extravagantly, Asami reckonised her girlfriend Korra in the moon light. Wondering if her leaving through the back door had woken her in the first place, Asami opened the kitchen door. Welcoming the warm sea breeze that engulfed her as she stepped onto the wooden decking outside the back door.

She crossed the garden until she reached the back gate that backed out onto the soft sandy beach beyond, she took off her slippers and left them on the grass next to the gate where she wouldn't get sand in them and crossed the dunes until she reached her girlfriend.

"You're up late" Asami commented as she came to a stop next to her girlfriend.

Korra glanced sideways at her and smiled slightly, "Alot on my mind is all", Asami nodded. That was the thing about Korra, she wore her heart on her sleeve, but words weren't exactly her foretay. If she actually wanted to know what was going on in the younger girl's head she knew she would have to probe a little deeper.

"Penny for your thoughts then"? Asami asked, leaning down and stroking Naga's head as she trotted over panting excitedly.

Out of the corner of her eye Asami saw Korra shrug before she pulled her arm back and threw a stone as far as she could, it sploused loudly about 200 yards away.

Asami sighed, "Babe, if you don't want to talk to me about it that's cool, but please don't stand there and sulk all night, I don't mean to sound harsh but either spit it out or come back inside, but don't just stand here all night trapped in your own head".

Korra nodded, she gave a massive, defeated sigh and mumbled something the older girl couldn't hear.

"Sorry babe I need you to repeat that, you kinda mumbled".

Huffing through her nose Korra said, "I'm just thinking about next year".

Asami's heart sank, of course, it was obvious now, Asami was heading off to university in Zaofu in September whilst Korra was starting her senior year of high-school. For the first time since Korra was born they wouldn't see eachother every day, and just the thought of it hurt like hell.

"Baby" Asami said sympatheticly, "why didn't you tell me sooner, what's going on in your head, talk to me".

Korra scoffed, "yeah right, here I am worried you'll realise how immature I am as soon as you reach your halls of residence at Zaofu and you want me to whine like a little kid about my problems".

Asami sighed and rested her hand on Korra's shoulder, "I don't think your immature Korra, well", she paused, then continued, "not in the way you're thinking about anyway. I don't care that we haven't slept together yet babe, you know that, and you don't drink because of your parents accident, I think that's very responsible of you".

Korra scoffed and muttered "damaged goods".

"Korra, stop" Asami said forcefully, "stop with the self hate, you've gone through so much in your life, don't be so hard on yourself".

"I just. I can't loose you as well" Korra said in a quiet voice.

"Your not going to baby, I promise".

"How can you possibly promise me that"? Korra asked.

"Because I believe in us, that's all I need" Asami said softly before pulling her girlfriend into a caring hug.

"I love you" Korra mumbled into her girlfriend's hoodie.

"I love you too baby, come on inside, I'll make us some hot chocolate" Asami smiled as she pulled back from the hug.

"Oh, oh, can I have those mini marshmallows in mine"? Korra asked, with the most adorable smile Asami had ever seen on her girlfriend's face.

"Of course baby, anything for you".

Together, the two girls and Naga went back up to the spacious beach house for hot chocolate, alot of cuddling and finally some sleep.

Just before she fell asleep with her younger girlfriend in her arms, Asami made a silent promise to herself, and the girl she loves, to never give up on what they have, right here in this bed.

- - - - - -

Five years later, as she was kneeling infront of her speechless girlfriend, asking her the most important question she's ever asked anyone. Asami Sato was so very grateful she was always a women of her word.

[frostfires-blog]

Traditional Symbolism in Jujutsu Kaisen Opening 4 - Specialz

[⚠️Warning: Possible small spoilers⚠️]

Hata-jirushi (旗印)

The white banners seen in the background of this scene are most likely Hata-jirushi (旗印). Hata-jirushi were the most commonly used war banners on medieval Japanese battlefields. The kanji used here “旗印” literally translates to “symbol flag”, “marker banner”, etc.… These war banners were generally simple streamers attached by a horizontal cross-piece to a shaft, unlike the later used nobori (幟) which were stiffened. Later, some hata-jirushi were hemmed on their sides and tops to better attach them to their poles in such a way that they were visible from the front. The purpose of these banners was to help identify and distinguish different army sections and regiments.  The use of them in this scene helps to set the tone of this arc which is essentially the start of a war between jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits.

Torii (鳥居)

In this panel, several characters are seen passing through a torii (鳥居). A torii is a traditional Japanese gate mostly found at the entrance of and within Shinto shrines. Torii gates are where kami are thought to travel through and are welcomed to the shrine. It is customary to walk to the side of a torii gate when passing through instead of walking down the center—as it is believed that only kami may pass through the center. The word torii derives from the term “tōri-iru” (通り入る) which roughly translates to “pass through and enter”. These structures mark the transition between the mundane, secular world and the sacred grounds of the shrine. Thus, passing through a torii gate can be thought of as “crossing into another dimension or entering into spiritual communion with nature”. Torii gates act as both a physical barrier and spiritual guardian separating the profane from the sacred within its boundaries. Therefore, it is believed that those who pass through one, are cleansed of their worldly worries and enter a realm of tranquillity and peace. Aside from their religious significance, torii gates hold other more abstract meanings such as providing good fortune, hope, purity, and protection from evil spirits. In this panel, as the characters pass underneath the torii it signifies their crossing from the physical to the spiritual world—which could refer to them traveling down the path to enlightenment or death. Since torii are also believed to provide good fortune and protection from evil spirits, the characters passing under one could be a sort of send-off ritual before the battle to ensure their safety.

Ōnusa (大幣)

In addition to more hata-jirushi, we can see an ōnusa (大幣)—also known as a nusa (幣) or a Taima (大幣)—a wooden wand used in traditional Shinto purification rituals in this panel. Ōnusa are embellished with shide (paper streamers). The wand is also referred to as a  (祓串) when the shide are connected to a hexagonal or octagonal staff. It is believed that impurities are transferred from the person or thing to be purified to the ōnusa by waving the ōnusa left, right, then left again. The usage of them in this scene adds to the traditional imagery and the idea that something significant is about to happen that will require the characters to purify their minds and steel their resolve.

Nokotsudo (納骨堂)

In this scene, Itadori is seen standing in front of a nokotsudo (納骨堂) which is a Japanese ossuary. A nokotsudo is known as a “nokotsuden” or “reido” and is a building in which the remains of cremation are kept. Nokotsudo are generally built in the precincts of temples and are equipped with lockers to keep the remains and are occasionally equipped with Buddhist altars above these lockers to place Buddhist mortuary tablets. This scene portrays Itadori breaking down in front of a nokotsudo. This could either refer to him facing the ashes of the people Sukuna killed using his body—or perhaps more improbably the scene depicts him being confronted with the fact that his grandfather's wish has inadvertently led him down this troubled path.

Joss paper (金紙)

The rounded pieces of paper falling from the sky in this scene are likely pieces of joss paper (金紙). These are typically sheets of paper or papercrafts which are used as burnt offerings in ancestral worship as well as the veneration of deceased relatives on special holidays in Asia. Joss paper is typically printed with various representations of worldly goods such as money, houses, cars, credit cards, etc.… Joss paper is burnt at Asian funerals “to ensure that the deceased’s spirit has sufficient means in the afterlife”. In wuxia and xianxia C-dramas, joss paper is often seen falling from the scene during scenes in which the reanimated and ghostly beings invade the world of the living—which is somewhat similar to the setting in this scene with Megumi meeting his reanimated father. Additionally, it was partly Toji's pursuit of money that led to his death, taking him away from his son, so it is somewhat ironic to have joss paper raining down on him.

[P.S. A few people have been analysing this opening on other platforms, but I wanted to touch on some of the more obscure cultural nuances... I am not Japanese, so this is based off of my own research, so I apologise if I miss anything or get anything wrong. Feel free to make corrections or additions in the comments and reblogs respectively.]

[furorsopher]

Percy Jackson and Hades' Treasury Secretary pt. 2

"So", Percy broke the silence after two minutes of quiet speed-walking though the halls, "Why are you young?"

He wanted to implode into himself right then and there. Why did he always have to be so unfiltered? The guy would probably leave him alone in the endless labyrinth of Hades' palace now.

But to his surprise, he answered as if it was a normal question to just ask people.

"...We're not entirely sure. Father suspects it has something to do with the whole", he made a vague gesture, "nearly dying all the time while I was alive and being the son of the god who rules the realm of the dead, something like that."

Percy must have looked pretty confused at that, so Alex struggled to explain a bit more, but suddenly slipped into French and Percy was officially out.

"Merde-", he looked like he wanted to punch something, "Look, the thing you need to know is that sometimes my age changes randomly. I don't know how to control it, it hasn't happened often. Mostly I'm stuck as", he motioned down at himself, "this."

Percy nodded as if that made any sense to him. Then Alex was gone all of the sudden. Percy frantically looked around to see him standing a few feet back, looking expectantly at him.

When he finally stood next to the shorter, staring right at the smooth marble wall, Alex nodded at it, and a small door opened. Percy was no stranger to stuff like that, things existing out of nothing with no trace it would ever or had ever been there in the first place, he was a demigod after all, his life revolved around things normal mortals would only dream of, but it still caught him of guard sometimes. As did the magic door.

Alex passed through it quickly, and Percy wanted to warn him that his stack of papers he was carrying was too high and would hit the top of the opening, but somehow the marble twisted and flowed around the papers, as if it was water.

When he realised that it must look quite strange for him to stare at the magic wall-door for as long as he probably had, he hurried after the man, hearing the stone glide closed behind him.

The room in the walls was - even for Percy's standards - the most chaotic he had ever seen. It was a quite small, maybe 15 feet wide and 20 long, but it seemed even smaller with how packed it was, and the dimmed warm light with no apparent source made it feel a little claustrophobic.

A large wooden desk stood in the middle with papers, files, papyri, pergament, scrolls of all kinds, clay and wax tablets, digital tablets, a laptop that looked like it was only held together by the sheer will of its owner, and tons of books strewn over it. The chair that stood at the desk looked just as worn as Alex' laptop and hoodie.

The walls were... well, they looked like the desk but in bookshelf form. There was only one little spot where no packed-to-the-brim shelves reached to the ceiling, and it was decorated by an overfilled pinboard that was layered thicker than a completed set encyclopaedias. It was so full that Alex had apparently resorted to sticking papers to the wall with tape. It looked a little like a spreading infection.

The floor was completely covered by a thick carpet that felt like it was moving under Percy's feet. It reminded him of walking on sand under water, in a dry, carpet-y way. The corners were also 'decorated' with stacks of documents that didn't fit anywhere else.

Alex put down the gigantic stack he had been carrying and sighed deeply.

"This is your office?", Percy asked, a little in awe, spinning around slowly to discover everything that hid in the sparse light. It was like a Where's Wally page, only that it was a lot more detailed and everything was Wally.

"Yes- at least my private one", Alex explained, while walking around and picking things up just to put them down again. He looked nervous, like he had to be doing something with his hands, had to keep moving so he didn't explode. Percy understood all too well, he didn't hold it against the man in the slightest.

"I have another station that is accessible to all who need me. That's where Minos", he spoke the name like it would poison his tongue, "left me all of his pensum- eh, work."

He looked unsure, "You do speak latin, right?", then he shook his head and mumbled something about mixing up languages.

"I do, though with some difficulty. I'm greek", Percy supplied, Alex swallowed and nodded hastily. He practically vibrated with anxiety.

When the shadows under the desk shifted unnaturally, both immediately froze, Percy's hand had already moved to Riptide in his jacket's pocket.

What came out of the shadows was a hell hound, a huge bear of a dog with glowing red eyes. Percy tensed even more when he recognised it as not Mrs. O'Leary, but the other man let out a shaky breath of relief.

"Goodness, Quill, you scared me-", Alex's voice was thin, but the laugh that escaped him when the dog gently pushed him to the ground and greeted him with wet dog-kisses seemed more relaxed.

Percy relaxed as well, though he was still wary. He had made bad experiences with hellhounds and Mrs. O'Leary was the single one he had met that was friendly.

Only then did he notice that Quill was tiny compared to others of its kind. Definitely not for dog standards, in those he was still a giant, as if a Great Dane, a Tibetan Mastiff and a Newfoundland had a baby. With glowing red eyes, though.

At this point, Alex had fought the creature off so far that he could sit up, but the dog's giant head still rested on his crossed legs, looking up at him... lovingly? It was hard to tell, red eyes always looked menacing to him.

"... Cool dog you got there, dude", Percy commented. Alex nodded absentmindedly, smiling down at the bear sized fluff-wrecking-ball on his lap.

He seemed to have calmed down significantly from his previous antsy-ness, wasn't so fidgety anymore, he also seemed to have gained a bit of colour back - well, as far as one could tell, he was dead after all, paleness was a side effect of that. Percy was glad, he knew what an impending panic attack looked like and he really didn't want his only source of navigation though the building to be... well, unavailable.

Alex didn't seem to be in the mood to talk further, which was fine by Percy, he didn't mind silence in this visually loud room, more brain-capacity to spy out all of the knick-knacks on every surface.

The other man ignored him in favour of his pet anyways, gently stoking its fur. At least he guessed it was his pet, they looked very familiar with each other, that the hellhound was his companion was a fair assumption.

Percy sat himself down on the ground to rest, too, and felt the carpet shift underneath him. It adjusted so long (only around a second), until he felt his aching back and fucked-up spine being comfortably supported, his crossed legs were resting on top of each other in a way that wouldn't cause his joints to scream at him for the next hours and his tailbone didn't have any pressure on it.

Holy shit, it was an sentient, orthopaedic carpet.

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two chapters on one day????? wtf is going on here?! well, I just really like my guys. And yes, im projecting a little too hard here, dont mind that haha- the fic is on ao3 now as well! :D (user ASDnightmare)

and the AU/crossover now has a name???? incredible I know!

@sopaprimordialy you asked to be notified :3