#Hasta rising

[duskyvenus]

uttara phalguni (virgo) sun, hasta moon, chitra (venus) rising

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Uttara Phalguni (Virgo) Sun

Hasta (Virgo) Moon

Chitra (Libra) Rising

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[scifidancer]

Arnold Schwarzenegger behind the scenes of Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines

Happy Birthday to his 75th birthday! 🎉🎉🎉

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[linxiety-is-here-and]

“you always did talk like an old soopy kittypet” <3

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[pascals-doll]

like you mad at me

javìer peña x reader

🫧 lovely gif by @ilovejavierpena ! (took me a min to find the post again 💔)

🫧GO ON STRETCH THAT COOCHIE OUT LIKE U MAD ATTA BITCH 😩 sexyy red been stuck in my head!! based on all those sex scenes in narcos, I KNOW THATMAN FUCK LIKE HE MAD

🫧 pedro pascal speaking spanish ouuuu voy a llorar hasta que se me caigan los ojos

🫧 spanish keywords for my non-spanish speakers

-mirame: look at me

- lo adoro: i adore it

- bebesita/cielto: heaven/baby

- gatita tan linda: such a pretty kitty

-dentro de/ de que hablas: inside of / what are u talking about

🫧 description: literally just smut, slutty smut, angry sex, dom!javier, husband!javier, sub!reader, rough sex, backshots!, unprotected p in v sex, hair pulling, face grabbing, mentions of spanking kink, reader speaks spanish, mentions of putting a baby in reader at the end!, little bit of breathe play (if u squint frfr), javier is stressed and angry, no use of y/n, use of pet names (cielito, bebesita, good girl) javi just desverves good pussy

you knew being a DEA agent was not a very easy job, especially with the rise of colombian drug dealers.

he needed to come home to blow off some steam, it was just human.

in fact, you even encouraged your husband of an idea you’ve had in mind.

one night you knew your beloved husband, Javíer came home because the slamming of your front door rung through your shared home.

you knew it must’ve not been a good day, you get up from the couch.

you began to walk, turning the corner once you reached it turning towards where the front door is.

there he was, running a hand through his roughed up hair tucking away his gun in the drawer he always leaves it in.

he looked up at you with dead eyes, a tense broad frame, and furrowed eyebrows.

you came up to him, you open your arms to him causing him to lean in slightly as you immediately embrace him.

he cursed under his breath, you knew it was from his frustrations ”mi amor, how about we release some of that stress and anger” you whisper in his ear. you could tell by his face he was confused.

“de que hablas?” poor javì, he was just so tired. you gave him a soft smile.

you began to massage his broad shoulders, finding his muscular pressure points. you made sure to put slight pressure and squeeze.

“fuck me like you mad at me, baby”

ever since then, he does exactly that.

you were sure your neighbors hated you, they had too by now.

but the both of you could give less of a fuck.

you were too busy screaming into your pillow as javìer pounded into you.

his hand keeping your head down as he fucks you doggy-style ruthlessly.

your face was so far into the pillow, feeling his grip on the back of your neck. you had completely drooled all over yourself and the pillow as your moans and incoherent words were muffled.

you reach your arm back, giving him two taps on his hip signaling him that you couldnt breathe.

he pushed your face into the pillow once more before grabbing you by your now disheveled hair.

“how does my cock feel-” Javìer began, leaning down to connect his sticky back to yours.

“fuck!-dentro de ese gatita tan linda” his vile accent spits out as your hands reach up to claw at the headboard of your shared bed.

Javìer’s cock was fucking in and out of you at a devilish pace, his hips not halting; not even for a second.

“J-Javi! fuck!” you cry out, literal tears streaming down your face at the feeling of his cock hitting you as his hand burned into your hair was mind-boggling.

he had his other hand on your hip, using that one to scoop you up against him by your stomach; bodies completely pressed together.

you were completely encaged by him, one hand still in your hair and the other wrapped around your stomach as his cock continues to pound you.

the sound of skin slapping just got louder throughout the room.

“such a good girl. the most per-perfect-letting m’use this sweet pussy” he praises, almost moaning out himself as your wet warm cunt clenches around him.

“g-god! f-fuck! s’fast!” you babble out as you try your hardest to keep your head up, Javìer lets go of your hair, his other hand now going to your neck.

he let his hand rest there softly as his hips began to stutter, his hot breathy grunts ringing through your ear.

Javìer detaches his chest away from your back momentarily, his dick moving from inside you aswell.

“i adore you.” such a sweet sentence being spit out so harshly; slamming his cock back into you.

you cry out “oh my! Javí!” his lips peppered kisses throughout your sticky neck and shoulder; not caring.

“i adore your soul. i adore your body. everything you do-lo adoro” he grits out, the hand that was around your stomach now going down to slightly lift your leg; causing you to arch down more.

he was fucking you in such a mean way while being so loving.

the new angle he was pistoling his dick into you from had you seeing stars as he stretched you out more as if that was possible.

you could hear Javíer’s grunts and groans turn rougher and into deep short breaths.

your pussy took him perfectly, loving the way his hips slapped against your ass so meanly, his hands gripping your hips and ass, sometimes even spanking you till your ass turns cherry.

your hands claw at the bedsheets as you slightly spread the leg he was holding, engulfing him completely; to his balls even feeling his bush against your juiced up cunt.

the action caused his hips to stutter, signaling he was close.

the hand that was resting on your neck, now goes up to grab your face: slightly gripping your jaw.

Javíer’s hips continue to thrust into you as your voice goes hoarse, turning your yelps into just above-silent squeals and pleas causing you to shut your eyes.

“mírame.” his low tone sends your shaking body shivers. you open your eyes but the overstimulation being too much to keep them open.

“dije-mírame!” he grunts out loudly, you force your eyes open; never leaving his.

you admire his mouth slightly agape, his hair and forehead glistening, the way his mustache looked, and his deep eyes concentrated on your face; just as much as he was taking you in.

“ay! ay-mph! gonna cum!” you moan out, your mind barely hanging on to any conscious-sense.

“c’mon, cielito, c’mon” Javìer encourages, getting close to his release aswell.

you share the room as you and Javíer take it over with the sounds of both of your moans combining as the sound of skin-slapping dies down.

once he pumped you full of his warm white load. he fell onto the bed, bringing you with him.

“how do you feel, amor?” Javíer asks you, one hand massaging the hair he was once pulling while the other loving fondled your breasts as your legs interlocked.

your mind was still beyond processing and answering.

you gave him a weak nod which caused him to give you a soft smile.

“i’ll ask in the morning bebésita, lets hope i fucked a baby into you.”

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[youremyheaven]

Vedic Astrology Observations

1. Punarvasus tend to be very spiritual if not religious. They find peace in prayer. Another thing I've noticed is that they are very sexually conservative (probably because of their cat yoni). Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon was a virgin when she married her first husband and waited until marriage to be intimate with her second husband as well. She was engaged to James Packer for 18 months and they reportedly never had a physical relationship.

Miranda Kerr, Punarvasu Moon was in a relationship with Evan Spiegel for 3 years and waited until marriage. Drew Barrymore, Punarvasu Moon has said that she's been celibate since her divorce in 2016.

2. Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon speaking of the nature of light & time , her memoir has multiple chapters titled with light-related names and even sooo many of her songs , including Butterfly (Punarvasus are connected to butterflies)

3. Moksha gana nakshatras embody the trickster archetype. They also often argue or provoke people simply for the heck of it. 2/3 Moon ruled naks (Rohini & Hasta) are Moksha gana and it makes sense as to why they fuck with people just because they can, they have nothing to gain from it and it serves no purpose, they're evil for the heck of it. They'll go to any length to ruin you even if they ruin themselves in the process.

Moksha means liberation in Sanskrit (Sanskrit is a classical language like Latin that is pretty much only used in a scholarly context) and is one of 4 purusharthas or motivations assigned to the 27 naks. The others are artha (wealth) kama (pleasure) and dharma (duty). Moksha would be located at the very top of Maslow's hierarchy of needs, which means an individual with Moksha gana naks has transcended all the other base level motivations of accumulating wealth, seeking pleasure and doing one's duty. What is left to do now? If an individual is evolved, they actually seek liberation through their spirituality but if they are not, not only are they unbothered by any ordinary human motives, they lack the ability to devote themselves to anything ordinary because they simply dont care about getting a job or building a house or whatever. this means they also kind of exist beyond normal social norms?? go up against a Moksha gana native/Moon dominant person and the kind of arguments they'll use against you will reveal this nature of theirs. like they will have zero issue using your every vulnerability and insecurity against you just to win an argument or put you down. they hate to look "weak" so they will tear you apart just because they can, with no regard for any history you share. there are people who defend this by saying "oh well i was mad" babygirl everybody gets mad, but if someone isnt raising their voice, being petty or singling you out and bringing up your past to make you crumble, its not because they're incapable of it, its because they have principles.

Moksha gana naks love to play devil's advocate.

4. Rahuvians have bad memory, they probably repeat the same stories in different ways every few weeks lol

5. Saturnian women often marry billionaires according to Claire Nakti and I recently found some more examples of that:

** Mariah Carey, UBP Sun was engaged to Australian billionaire, James Packer who used to date Miranda Kerr, Pushya Rising (both these women are also Punarvasu Moon), Miranda is now married to the CEO of Snapchat.

** Lisa Manobal, UBP Sun is dating Frederic Arnault, a French billionaire

** Elle Macpherson, UBP Sun was in a relationship with Arpad Busson with whom she had 2 kids (he's not a billionaire but he does have a net worth of $500 million)

6. Nominative determinism, literally "name-driven outcome", is the hypothesis that people tend to gravitate towards areas of work that reflect their names.

but i thought i'd use it in the context of astrology and how most people are subconsciously given names that reflect their nakshatras

ex: Angelina Jolie

the name Angelina is an expansion of Angela which is derived from the Greek word Angelos which means "Angel" or "messenger". Angelina has Revati Moon which is a deva ("godly" nakshatra) and Jolie is the French word for "pretty" and Angelina has Venus in 1h and is Pushya Rising (these were two of the biggest beauty indicators according to Claire's research)

(its so cute to me that her name is literally Angel Pretty bc damn right she is)

Yara Shahidi (Revati Moon)- Yara is the name of a water spirit and in Portuguese it means "Water lady" (Yara has stated that her name means one who is close to your heart, but names can have several different meanings) and Shahidi means "witness" in Persian. I feel like all of that really ties together with Revati being in pisces rashi and the last nakshatra that is "witness" to everything else etc

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[moonkissedvisions]

Astrology observations! (Vedic, Western)

Consider:

• These observations are based on my personal experiences, intuition and knowledge, not research. Use your own discernment.

• I'm not a professional astrologer. I've been learning Western astrology since 2016 and I started learning about Vedic only 2 years ago. Astrology is one of my passions since I was really young but I didn´t focus on it as a profession. You can ask me questions or send me a message ofc :), but I don't offer any astrological readings or give professional advice.

• This is meant to be fun and entertaining, so if I said something that you didn't like or that you disagree with, be kind and don't take it personal. These are just really general observations based on 3-8 examples! If you want, we can discuss anything here as long as you are respectful.

• English is not my first language.

Now let´s read!

I never experienced true telepathy until I met a Venus conjunct Neptune man. He would look at my face and know exactly what I'm thinking and feeling, and he would be so understanding of it, even when it was something potentially hurtful to his ego. These people are psychic lovers and I'm afraid they are often seen with abusive people who take advantage of their unconditional love.

Mars-Saturn aspects in synastry is an indicator of only wanting to have sex with only this person, or could be that the couple can go for long times without being intimate and not feel like they need it.

This may sound obvious, but Ardra nakshatra people are the ones that feel so renewed by crying. They could heal A LOT by just a long crying session. And while others think "crying won't solve your problems" Ardra nakshatra people know this is so far from the truth. I am an Ardra rising and sometimes i tell my friends that i cried for hours to feel better and they are all like "if I cried like that i would feel so much worse but I'm happy for you" lol.

Hasta nakshatra men are such women worshippers. Hasta women are so maternal.

If i wanted good financial advice I would ask a Venus in the second house person. Specially women. Ik they are known overspenders but I had many good experiences with them.

In fact, I've seen some cases where people follow the advice of Taurus/2nd house individuals more often than other people's advice. They perceive it as being more valuable, I suppose.

Anuradha nakshatra individuals love movies about friendship and gore/horror movies. I think they like movies in general too.

Krittika nakshatra people are often perceived as "mean" or they say things that others take too personally? Idk but I know 3 cases like that. They are so unapologetic. The 3 of them were perceived as asexual too.

As a Swati moon I've always been obsessed with beauty, decorating, fashion and clothes, putting on creams, balms, perfumes and other products and it makes sense!

My obsession with beauty wasn't healthy tho. I suffered from mental illness and could see the slightest imperfection on my face. That's another thing about Swati individuals, they perceive every subtle, small detail and may become obsessed with stuff easily.

True crime documentaries are a Ketu woman´s best friend. Probably Ketu men as well, although what i observed from them is more of adventure movies, movies about survival or nature documentaries. Teen Wolf is the perfect Ketu people TV show. Criminal Minds too. And they were both created by a Ketu man.

I love Mercury nakshatra women's voices. They are also so funny and sarcastic.

I know three cases of people with a mix of tropical pisces/neptune and aquarius/uranus having lucid dreams/dreams they can partially control, and dreams about flying. They also rarely have nightmares but when they do it's not something happening to them but to other people, and they are there trying to help lol.

Rahu women or rahuvians in general could feel like they don't even understand themselves sometimes. They're so independent and hard to tame that they feel like they need something to "control" them or some kind of restraint, but nothing feels effective or worth it at the end. I observed in my grandma, a Swati moon woman, that she used to brag about how independent she was, refused to stay married, hated feeling restrained so much and then she ended up wishing someone took care of her, gave energy and time to her, took the lead for her. She doesn´t necessarily regret being someone unconventional and independent, but she recognizes that now that she is old.

Uttara Bhadrapada and Rohini nakshatra people like learning and are so curious about some aspects of sex, they may even want to be sexologists. Could also apply to Ardra.

Cancer women get a lot of hate for apparently no reason. I even heard people saying they hate Cancer women as if they knew all Cancer women in the world?? I think the most simple explanation for that is that Cancer represents a lot of what's a woman's nature and power which are erased in a patriarchy.

Everyone talks about how Aries people get over anger so easily and never hold grudges but I've actually seen the opposite. In a lot of cases they are worse than the common "resentful" water and earth signs.

Aries in general have a hard time apologizing. It's like they never did anything wrong, the others were just unfair to them. I know SO MANY examples of this unhealthy expression.

A nice observation now lol is that I've never met an Aries that didn't have beautiful red lips and cheeks.

I noticed a lot of Moon and some Mars people have a significant amount of moles/freckles. The Spanish word for mole is lunar lol.

People with Mercury/Saturn aspects or Saturn in the third house felt "dumb" when young. Because of it, they made a lot of efforts and worked hard to know stuff and be smart by reading a lot of books, watching a lot of documentaries and educational videos, playing general knowledge games, learning a lot of words and languages, taking a lot of classes, playing memory games, chess, and even researching cognitive processes and brain health.

I've noticed that many Sun dominant women have this lowkey unhealthy expression of not being good friends with other women/feminine individuals. They're the type to say women are a lot of drama or that they can't connect with them even though they don't have a specific problem with women. They may be friends with only guys, or feel isolated from women. They also used to want to be a guy or dressed/still dresses tomboyish (there isn't anything wrong with that). I think in a way it's completely understandable and even healthy! But some of them express a lot of internalized misogyny and unconscious projections that they can't or don't want to recognize. When their expression is healthy, Sun dominant people are totally the warmest, best friends. And just the type of person others need around and in their life.

Saturn in the 5th house people are often self-taught artists. Some people perceive them as boring because they can be really afraid of expressing themselves. They give a lot in romantic relationships and often don´t get the same in return but they want to keep going because they care about loving more than being loved.

Sagittarius people make good parents in general and they are so underrated as parents. They give their children freedom, make them experience fun things like traveling, and often spoil them in a good sense! They also teach them a lot of valuable things and make them laugh!

Virgos are the most considerate and thoughtful people. They remember stuff about you even if you barely know them and they barely know you. They give you what you need at the right moment. They remember how you make your bed, how you fold your clothes and then they surprise you with an act of service. They know exactly what to gift each person.

Saturn dominant people/saturn in the first house/conj ascendant could suffer from a lot of anxiety and overthinking. They also criticize themselves for irrelevant stuff and that's so sad because everytime I'm near a saturn dominant I can't get enough of their energy! There is something really pleasant about them. They are also giving, considerate and nice hosts/hostesses. They make people feel included and heard. I made a personal observation about saturn nakshatra men here (based in this video)

Ceres-ascendant aspects/Ceres in the 1st are the perfect homemakers.

Thank you for reading! See you in next post :)

Here you can see my last pac reading <3

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[azure-cherie]

Oracle reading

Advice for each nakshatra for February

Hii loves hope you're doing well , please check for your sun , moon and rising. This is based on vedic astrology and nakshatras so check accordingly<33 hope it helps

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1. Ashvini/Aswini

Your advice for February is to connect to your inner self, your child self . Enjoy your days resting and taking care of yourself. Some trips and adventures to nearby places is also encouraged . There's happy energy, visit the doctor if you're having stomach problems .

2 . Bharani

There are various ways to meditate and so should you find ways to even dance and writing are forms of mediation engage in the soft and focused energy that you embody , watch the moon more often . If you're reading try reading up about mythology for February.

3 . Krittika/Krithika

For February speak up , tell people about what you need tell people about what you don't like tell yourself what you're capable of. Get into affirmations and stay away from negative self talk . You're gonna meet new people don't be shy when you need to engage into discussions.

4. Rohini

For this month you need to get disciplined with your body , are you drinking what you need to are you eating what you should . Your body is a temple and you should treat it like it . You don't need to make excuses for others I just saw 1111 , it's a good time to work on your body goals .

5. Mrigashira

Engage into self love this month , you might have a sexual encounter or just feel more energetic towards self pleasure this month , remember that your energy is divine and choose your partners wisely. Appreciate yourself this month you're such a capable being .

6. Ardra

This month choose embodiment are you listening to advice after advice but not trying it out , choose your gurus wisely and take the seriously and try to implement it . It's a good time to engage into creative endeavours and really be in it . Visit a beach .

7. Punarvasu

Study/dance/sing this month with outmost dedication, you're blessed this month , you need to work on your root chakra and be more grounded . If you have a special occasion this month wear the colour red . Okay for some of you , you might get a proposal.

8. Pushya

This month you're gonna be in loveee , I feel the valentine's is going to be very fruitful for you you're getting flowers compliments and gifts . If not you'll be more into loving and pleasuring yourself. You'll be learning new perspectives about love your advice is to appreciate all forms of love around you be it romantic platonic etc.

9. Ashlesha

For the month of February get into creativity more , learn about more forms of creativity it's not just physical like dance and arts but also of your minds and concepts . Learn to let go of limiting beliefs and create your own reality

10. Magha

Take actions this month , if you want something go get it , i hear that no one is coming to save you , you gotta save yourself, don't be scared of anyone you're blessed and protected . Also take care of your documents

11. Purva Phalguni

You might forget something important this month so take extra care . Buy yourself things and work on your sacral chakra energy by cultivating self pleasure and self love . Wear more yellow or just yellow for a specific occasion

12. Uttara Phalguni

Sometimes to attract something we need to become the thing like they say dress for the job that you want you need to be the aim that you are desiring if you wanna be confident don't wait on it rather decide that from the moment on you are

13. Hasta

Be at your home more this month, along with that ground yourself be in the earthy plane , avoid being in your head or daydreaming too much I sense you might get an accident or make a wrong decision if you're too much in your head

14. Chitra

Learn that sometimes we need to adjust for others i know that boundaries are something that one should maintain but sometimes your friend might need a listener more than your 20 hours of rest that doesn't mean an unhealthy sacrifice but a good one where you are helping someone who has helped you .

15. Swati

You're in conception of a new life for yourself this is the month to dream and achieve it all believe in the power of your mind and look for bird symbolism . Pray to the sun and drink from the moons radiant cup.

16. Vishakha

Refrain from any kinds of problematic situations this month , don't argue just detach not everyone understands perspectives and you should just leave them on their own. Work on your anger issues.

17. Anuradha

You're a perfect blend between being soft and nurturing and agressive when required don't let anyone gaslight you into thinking that's manipulation or being two faced, people can be different with different people and that's how it is don't complain don't explain.

18. Jyeshtha

Lean more into prayer and meditation this month , is there someone you have been wanting to worship or a guru you have been wanting to follow this is the time to start doing that , everything starts with small steps you're seeing synchronicities in everything

19. Mula

This is your divine month , you're gonna be dancing in storms with the devil's you're gonna be great at any cost , you took this decision with yourself that you're gonna be happy no matter what and that's what this month is about healing and dancing and rejoicing.

20. Purva Ashadha

Serenity is a place that can be often found in one's mind if you're feeling worry some write things down infact make a list of thing that you allow yourself to worry about if it isn't in the list don't worry about it , believe that nature can heal , hug a tree today .

21. Uttara Ashadha

Softness is beauty softness is virtue , if you're delicate and vulnerable give yourself credit that you are, not everyone can be soft in this harsh world . You're just so appreciated and admired and you don't even know that but you better start believing you are the it girl .

22. Shravana

It's okay to take space you're a human and sometimes things can be overwhelming, know that the right people will stay and be there for you when you can't give anything. Some people genuinely wanna be your friends.

23. Dhanishtha

Nourish your spirit with knowledge and knowing about your own self , write down your good qualities your hobbies your likes and things that you'd like to do in the future every day is a new chance to love yourself more you're transforming in the most beautiful manner

24. Shatabhisha

This month you're literally gonna rise from ashes I see you exploring your qualities and your talents your vibrations are high your mind is clear you are creative . Call upon your ancestors to guide you .

25. Purva Bhadrapada

You're gonna embody love this month , you're gonna be looking beautiful and lot of people will be admiring you and your perseverance what completely shines is your heart and your dedication. Someone notices you always keep working hard and never think you're less than anyone

26. Uttara Bhadrapada

Flow in the direction of life this is the time that the power you believe in has taken hold of your life be more based on observation than action see people as characters rather than problems see things as solutions more than tasks change your perspective you're healing glowing levelling up

27. Revati

Believe that you're in good hands of God and do each task in life as a divine human being a child of the goddess she's over you always protecting you and destroying the evil. Look within yourself is there something that you would like to change ask her to help with it she will show you the right path .

Thank you so much for reading

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[narcissistshandler]

reader eating afab!miguel until he is hot and delirious. love your blog <3

𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗘

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 gn!reader x miguel o'hara

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 afab!miguel, oral sex, lips/folds/warmth to refer/describe Miguel's genitalia, neither gender nor genitalia of the reader is mentioned.

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 I hope you like it and I'm glad you like the blog

You take your time between his legs, leaving kisses and small bites across the length of Miguel's strong muscles and brown skin. He's tense, waiting, not daring to rush you when he already knows what he'll get in return.

The warmth between his legs shows impatience, hole contracting where you can't see it through the thick lips pressed together, wetness running down it and onto the wood under his thighs.

Your fingers find their way there, parting the wet, soft folds, watching the slick glisten in the light above your heads. A groan sounds in your chest, deep and animal, before you leans in. Everything seems to happen in slow motion: your breath against his crotch. Your index and middle fingers trailing down a little while still holding him open, moving out of the way. Your tongue warm and soft and hungry making a long, slow line of the hole to the clitoris, looking as if you hadn't eaten for days and Miguel was your personal feast.

This is one of those rare times when Miguel's head seems to turn off, the world outside disappears, melts like sugar under your mouth; he melts under your mouth.

He can feel himself pulsing where your tongue touches and where your lips travel, getting wetter for you by the second and Miguel thinks he would get wet just from you looking at him, just imagining you touching him like this, the thought embarrasses him.

But the feeling is a futile little thing that disappears when you suck his throbbing clitoris and Miguel's hips sway of their own accord, once, twice hesitantly and when you say nothing to stop him, he becomes more spoiled, thirsty for more, hands flat on the table to help him move harder, faster, more more more.

There's something taboo about having him like that at the table where you two eat and sit down to talk.

Miguel drips and wets where you usually place the plates and glasses to eat; you sit in your usual chair, making it look like Miguel is the meal of the day.

Heat rises on his skin, stark naked and exposed, obeying your desire, spittle he doesn't notice trickling down his chin as he presses his fingers to the heat of his mouth in an erotic thrust. He wants to be embarrassed by it, wants to not be so excited to be doing it while it's still daylight, but he can't think of anything but the screaming desire that he doesn't know if it came out of his mouth or not, but still makes his cheeks burn.

"Cómeme hasta hartarte."

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[marsprincess889]

THE PRINCESS DIARIES - coming into your power.

Astrological analysis with nakshatras

The princess diaries, 1 and 2, are forever on the list of my favorite movies. Girls all over the world feel for Mia and I'm no exception, I almost always cry during certain scenes and I'm amazed again and again by how relatable and real she is, by how those movies speak to young girls.

I've decided to break down the main themes in the two movies by analyzing nakshatras of the people involved.

A quick recap of what the story is about: Mia is a 15 year old teenager living in San Francisco with her mother. She's clumsy, awkward and has no self esteem. One day, her estranged grandmother comes to visit her from Europe to tell her that she's the only legitimate heir to rule a small country- Genovia.

Director of the movies, Garry Marshall has Ketu in Magha. Magha is about ancestors, bloodlines and it's also associated with royalty (Magha begins the signs of Leo). Ketu in a chart represents a person's primal creative energy. This explains why he was drawn to a story about royalty. One interesting fact to note is that Gary Marshall made two very iconic movies (Pretty Woman and Runaway Bride) starring Julia Roberts who has been a kind of muse to him and who has Magha moon. This is also a pattern with directors and actors, one example I can think of is Kirsten Dunst (Ashlesha moon, Purva Ashadha Ketu) being a muse to Sofia Coppola (Purva Ashadha moon, Ashlesha Ketu).

Anyways, let's get back to The Princess Diaries and analyze the heart of the two movies- the relationship between Mia and her grandmother, queen Clarisse.

Anne Hathaway - Hasta moon, Vishakha sun, Jyeshta rising

Julie Andrews - Vishakha moon, Hasta sun, Uttara Phalguni rising

SPOILER ALERT

Part 1

Hasta- strong females

The second movie's main theme is about female empowerment and independence. When the parliament refuses to let Mia rule without a husband, she has 30 days to arrange a marriage and she's willing to do it, just because she wants to rule so much that's she's ready to make such a sacrifice. At the last second she breaks down at her wedding, unable to be betray herself and finds courage inside her to make the parliament change their minds. She succeds and becomes queen without a husband.

Hasta is all about female empowerment but unlike Bharani, it's in a non-sexual, celibate way. Hasta, as a woman, completely rejects almost all male influence and is capable of being self-reliant, only opening up to rare men who she deems worthy. Hasta is the female that does not need a man and in that way, is a safe and empowering place for women.

There's a scene in the second movie where Mia stops the parade to defend a small girl from boys who were bullying her. She tells her how to be a princess and empowers her, letting her and the other kids join the parade. During the monologue at the end, when Mia is talking to the parliament at her wedding, we see women accross the country intently listening to her on the television, shushing the men . 😆

Part 2

Vishakha - joining opposites

Like Hasta, both Anne Hathaway and Julie Andrews have Vishakha in their luminaries. Vishakha nakshatra is about joining opposites. It begins in the sign of Libra (partnerships, agreements, relationships, compromise) with its last quarter being in Scorpio (death, transformation, occult). Vishakha is ruled by the gods Indra and Agni- the lightning and fire gods. It's about energized ebthuasiasm, cultivating something over time, about using the pent up energy or anger. It's another name is Radha ("the gift", hence the next nakshatra being Anuradha- "after the gift".)

"The gift" is not just good, it can also be unwelcome, like in Mia's case, when she was angered by the revelation that she's a princess. Queen Clarisse and Mia are very different from each other, but neither had a choice but to compromise and agree to a bargain. They learn to appreciate their differences and embrace their similarities, thus, joining opposite forces.

They do have misunderstandings, but that's part of all relationships and eventually they bond deeply as they realize they have the same goal. Vishakha is also connected to anger and the little outbursts they both have definitely show that. One great example is when Mia ruins Lana's (her bully's) outfit and calls her a jerk in front of everyone after always just silently ignoring her remarks.

Joining opposites in this movie is not just about Mia and the Queen, it's also about the two cultures, also about the first movie being a high school drama as well as a fairytale for young girls.

Part 3

Jyeshta - from underdog to the ruler

"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something else is more important than fear."

-Mia's father to her in a letter

To me, Jyeshta is connected to the underdog who succeeds despite all odds. Jyeshta 's power is to "rise, conquer and gain courage in battle". It's the stage of intense competition. Its deity is Indra- lightning god and the king of the gods, like Vishakha. We see other kids bully Mia in the first film but she slowly places herself above it, making her point (by taking her little revenge on Lana) and then not engaging with them anymore, as she realizes her own self- worth.

A major point in the movie is when she decides not to run away despite being scared to speak to the public, showing her true courage.

Besides Indra- the king of the gods, another deity associated with Jyeshta is Dhumavati- the hag goddess who is eternally hungry. Because of this, I think Jyeshta is associated with grandmothers and our relationship to them. I personally have exalted Ketu in Jyeshta and I was practically raised by my father's late mother (unlike my sibling, mind you. I'm the eldest) and I still have a close relationship with my mother's mother. Mia, played by Jyeshta ascendant Anne Hathaway, also has a very special relationship with her grandmother.

So, in the end, the bullied underdog became a princess and eventually- a queen.

Some bonuses:

Uttara Phalguni is associated with gaining wealth and privileges from partnerships. Uttara Phalguni ascendant Julie Andrews playing queen Clarisse, who became a royal by marriage, confirms that.

Heather Mattarazo (Lily) and Anne Hathaway were born only a few days apart, hence their charts being similar and them playing best friends.

So, this is it. If you found this interesting, please, interact with me, like, comment, reblog. Take care 🤍

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[freakazoidfuc]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

Javier Peña x F! Informant Reader

Summary: Javi had gone out on a bust, he told you to wait for him in the safety of his room. You saw something shiny poking from his side table drawer and got interested.

-first time writing full-out smut, sorry if it's not that good. Some mistakes bc i didn’t edit it sorry!!

+18 smut warning

word count: 4k

You’re walking into the cafe where you were set to meet La Quica. All you have to do is get him to tell you where Pablo is going to be tomorrow, and you’re not nervous at all. You’ve done this for about a year or so, and it’s become second nature. As soon as you walk in La Quica spots you, but you’ve spotted the other sicarios he has placed around the cafe, they didn’t even hide the guns they have tucked into their waistbands. He nods you over, and you strut over not failing to notice how they all have their eyes on you. Hey, it comes with the job, you have to wear skinny jeans and tight tops, to blend in with the rest of the women in Colombia.       

“Quihubo y/n que mas?” Quica asks you how you are. “Ya sabe aqui esperando ordenes del jefe”. You tell him that you’re just waiting on orders from Pablo. You try to get to the point, not wanting to spend any minute more than you have to. He reaches to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you try not to flinch away from his touch. “Que pasa linda? La veo nerviosa?”.

His menacing tone makes it seem like he knows you’re up to something. You just laugh it off, and you brush your fingers along his shoulder and sweetly ask him if he’s gonna tell you what you have to do. “Que va pasar Quica? Me va decir lo que tengo que hacer o que?”. Your sweeter tone makes him ease up a bit, they’re so easy it’s laughable. “Ah bueno, mas le vale. Mire mañana va llegar un delivery de Miami, Pablo quiere que usted vaya con Limon al aeropuerto a recibir El Leon, la plata se la dan cuando El Leon ya este aqui en Bogota”.

Pablo wants you to go to the airport to pick up one of his men that works for him in Miami and you aren’t going alone, you’re going with Limón. He’s a recently added worker, you’d seen him around in the market with Maritza. Poor guy doesn’t know what he got himself into. You slide Quica a paper with the address of where to have Limón pick you up. “No se tarde, ya sabe como es el jefe. Hasta despues linda”. He tips up your chin while he gets up. You give him a sweet smile as you watch him leave with the group of men that were scattered around. 

“It’s clear y/n, you can head out. We’re just round the corner”. Javier’s rich deep voice fills your ears. In the car, you find Steve, Carrillo, and Javier, they were all listening to your conversation, and what you didn’t know but learned later was that they had set up cameras in the shop and watched everything. Carrillo spoke first once you got in, “Nice work y/n, we’ll be at the location you gave him. When you hear the signal, get out as quick as possible. We don’t want you involved with what will go down”. You nod your head “gracias colonel, do you want me in a specific place after?”. As soon as your last word went through Javier spoke up. “You’ll go straight to my place, understood?”.

As hard as you tried to deny it, you couldn’t anymore. Hearing Javi talks to you in that demanding voice did dangerous things to you. You had messed around with him in the beginning but you mutually decided it was best to keep things professional. It was really hard to keep things professional with him. The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you, and how he tried to sneak touches, it drove you crazy. Javier knew what he was doing, he loved seeing the way you’d blush when you caught him looking at you, he loved how the hairs on your arm would rise when he “accidentally” brushed his fingers along your arms. You looked up at him with a questioning look on your face but you decided not to question him. Especially not when Carrillo and Steve were here. “Yes sir”. 

You had no idea how the bust went down. As soon as you heard the signal to move, you did. You started to run till a cop car passed you and beeped. It was Trujillo, “Peña dio ordenes a llevarte al apartamento de el”.  You got in the car with him and drove in silence until you got to his apartment. “La puerta esta abierta, suerte y/n”. He let you know that Javier left the door open. “Gracias Trujillo”. 

You’re in his apartment and it’s exactly as you expected, it’s a bit messy with beer bottles scattered along his kitchen and ashtrays on every table. You walk into his room and are not surprised again when it’s the same deal. Beer, cigarettes, and a spare gun you imagine on his bedside table. His bed was messily made like he was in a rush this morning. The beautiful Colombian sun spilled through the windows into the room, making it hotter than comfortable. You felt your already tight light yellow top cling to your skin. Your skinny jeans stick to your skin like glue. It was safe to say you felt extremely uncomfortable.

You thought to take off your clothes for just a bit to cool yourself off. So you remove your high heels, peel off your jeans and unbutton your top. Looking at your watch and it being a while since you left, you thought that they’re probably gonna take a bit longer so you decide to relax a bit and lay on his bed. It felt so naughty to be in Javi’s bed just in your unbuttoned shirt, no pants, just your lacy pink bra, and matching underwear.

Your mind wandered to what Javier had done in his bed before, if he’s ever thought of you late at night while touching places you’d only wish he’d let you touch. You thought if he’s ever accidentally said your name while doing things that made your belly swirl. You shook your head, feeling your underwear getting wet. You sat up with your arms placed behind you, letting your eyes wander until they spotted something shiny poking from his drawer. Your curiosity got the best of you and you got up to see what it was. You carefully opened the drawer and saw handcuffs with the key right beside them. Before being an informant, your life was normal in Colombia. You had gone to school to learn English, you worked at a cafe and life was simple. Naturally, you had never gotten handcuffed and you had always wondered what it was like. You thought you’d do it quickly and unlock yourself before Javier got back. 

“Fuck”. It seems like you didn’t think this through. While the notion of you putting on the handcuffs was easy, you made the mistake of not taking the key out of the drawer before locking your hands together. You tried lifting your hand but you just could get them in the drawer. While attempting to get the keys you heard the door open. Double fuck, your eyes widened and you quickly scrambled to his bed and sat with your back facing the door. “Y/n?” 

His footsteps get closer to the room and you start to panic a bit, I mean what’s the worse thing he could do? Laugh at You? Or maybe he’d be mad that you even went into his room, which you can understand because you’d let curiosity get the best of you and now you’re handcuffed and sitting on his bed half naked. You were so in your mind that you hadn’t even heard Javi enter the room. As soon as he saw you he paused and confusion ran across his face. “What are you doing?” 

Your mind scrambles with what to say. “Oh just looking out your window”

Javier just hums and heads toward you. He notices your jeans and shoes on the floor. “Why are your clothes on my floor y/n”. While you couldn’t see him, you didn’t have to, you know that he had that stupid smirk on his face, that smirk that always had you clenching your legs together whenever you caught a glimpse of it. “It got hot?”. You were so nervous that it came out more as a question than a statement. You felt him close to you but you didn’t have the guts to look up at him.

Javi was already standing in front of you. Taking in the sight of you. Everything in front of him looked like one of his wet dreams. While you had no idea, Javier had been aching to touch you again. When “yes sir” came out of your mouth yesterday, it had him lose control. He went home that day with your sweet voice answering back to his orders in his mind. Javier couldn’t get you out of his head, not only because of your words but because you just looked so damn good yesterday that he truly doesn’t know how he kept himself under control. Those jeans you had on yesterday fit you so well, they did wonders for your ass and you knew it, more of the reasons why you wore them. Javi bends down in front of you, he places his calloused hands on your knees and slightly caresses them.

“Look at me bonita”.

And you did exactly that because you can’t simply defy him. He brushes the loose strands that had come in front of your face behind your ear, once your face comes into his view he smirks at you. “There’s that pretty face, so what happened here y/n?” He slightly smacked the side of your thigh. “I got bored of waiting for you Javi, and I saw the handcuffs I had never been handcuffed, obviously and I wanted to see what it felt like, but then I forgot to take out the key before and then you came and I got scared that you were gonna be mad at me”. There it was that nervous babble that you hated so much, you felt your face heat up out of embarrassment. Then you heard the beautiful chuckle, it was low and just so good, that you wanted to hear it again. He caressed your face. “I’m not mad bonita”, your eyes brows shot up in surprise. “You’re not?” 

“Of course not, I could never be mad at you” 

“Besides how could I be mad, when I’ve come home to you looking like this?” His hands start to roam your bare skin, and soft whimpers are released from your mouth. You’ve longed for him touching like this, he has no idea how much this is affecting you. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this?”. You just shook your head, you had a slight inkling he was interested in you but that was it. “Ever since you walked in that first day, with that sundress that drove me absolutely wild” Then he started to press soft kisses on your things, “that day I wanted to snatch you up, and have you all to myself”. 

“Javier-”. You moans his name softly, the soft touches driving you crazy. He’s so close to where you want him. “Those kisses we shared didn’t fill me y/n, I still needed more. Now I find you handcuffed, half naked, and sitting all pretty on my bed? I’m going to do things to you linda, things that have been on my mind since yesterday” 

At this point, you’re breathing heavily, you just want him to touch you already. “You want that baby?”

You nod your head, not trusting your words but he’s not having it. He’s shaking his head. He places his hands around your jaw and grips your face close to his. “Usa tus palabras princesa” 

“Yes Javi, just- just do it already” 

You aren’t sure who initiated first but you felt his soft lips slot in between yours. His hand moved down to your throat and his other gripped your waist bringing you closer. He kissed like he’s been dying for this. Javier can’t keep his hands off you and you couldn’t be any happier. 

His hand grips your throat tighter which causes you to slip a moan out and he takes that chance to slip his tongue in and tangle it with yours. He groans into your mouth. With your handcuffed hands you try to touch him but you can’t. You break the kiss. “Javi, please let me out of these” you whine. His eyes light up with mischief, and he pouts. “No baby, this is your punishment” 

Your brows drew together, “my punishment?” he hummed and pushed your legs open, he pushed you’re back so now you’re laying on your back. He’s hovering over you and goes into presses kisses on your neck and below your ear on that sweet spot that drives you crazy. You’re panting like crazy just wanting him in you. “Punishment for touching Quica, for letting him touch you and call you bonita. You don’t know how much I wanted to go in there and shoot every fucker that looked at you when you walked in. Staring at your ass and thinking things they shouldn’t. I want to cut off his hand for ever laying his hands on what’s mine” Javier sounded and looked genuinely mad, You didn’t even know he could see what was going on inside. “Nadie te toca, escuchaste y/n” His jaw was clenched and his pupils were fully dilated. “Si Javier”.  

“No, Not Javier. Yes, what y/n?” 

At first, you didn’t understand but then you got it, “Yes, sir”. 

“Good girl, now let me get back to what’s mine, okay bonita?” 

He was kissing the swells of your breasts and he muttered something along the lines of “too many clothes” he ripped open your bra and placed his warm mouth on your nipple and started nipping and sucking. His hand playing with the other. You moan in pleasure. He moves his mouth to the other and his other hand starts to roam down to your underwear. He runs his finger along your clothes slit. It has you flinch at the sensation. He moves his mouth back to your lips and kisses you with so much force that you can feel his mustache scratching you and it feels so good to you. He slides your underwear to the side and slides his fingers through your lips and he breaks the kiss to groan, “so wet for me already y/n, my poor baby how long have you been like this? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll forget about the times I wasn’t here eating you up.” Javier does just that he moves his mouth down all the way down to where you want him the most. He prepares you by kissing the inner of your thighs. “Javi please, i- I need you, just please do it already” You didn’t care if you sounded desperate, you’d beg him until he did it, but luckily you didn’t have to beg anymore because his mouth latched to your cunt, feeling his hot mouth sucking on your clit had you throwing your head back, moaning profanities and mixing in his name. He was eating you like this was the last time and you really hoped it wasn’t. His tongue going up and down, this sucking your slit then back to licking everything up. Javier was hungry for you and he wasn’t going to waste any of you. He brings his finger and starts tracing it up and down. A loud whimper escapes your lips n you feel his thick finger pressing into you, he pumps it in and out, curling it and finding your sweet spot. He increases his pace as your moans and whimpers increase. When you get louder he adds another finger, going at a pace that has clamped down on his fingers. You know that sensation. The swirl in your belly is getting too much to handle. His mouth and fingers are doing amazing things to you, you’ve never felt this good before. His groans vibrate through your cunt, making you desperately moan his name. He sucks your clit harder and you feel yourself unraveling, Javi takes the time to lap up every drop of cum, not letting any go to waste. He lifts his head and you see the glimmer of your arousal on his face making you blush, he licks his lips and places one of his arms right by your head, he brings his fingers and brings them to your lips, “I knew you were going to taste good, but princesa you taste so fucking good. Open for me baby”. You open your mouth and suck the juices off his fingers, swirling your tongue around and sucking them clean. 

“Javi” you breathed out. “Please let me touch you, I promise no one’s touching me but you, te lo prometo Javier, solo tu”. 

He lets you out of the handcuffs and once your hands are free you stand up. “What are you doing-” 

“Javi, shh let me do this” You push him onto the bed, He sits with his legs spread wide which already have you a mess. You place your hands on his knees caressing them up and down, then you move up to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off him. Your mouth starts kissing his chest, touching what you couldn’t before. “Don’t be a tease babe, keep this up, and ill just have to fill you with my dick and fuck you till you’re all the way up with my cum”. 

Javier had a way with his words. Hearing his dirty talk spurred something in you. You stopped the small soft touches and went for his pants. You palmed him through his jeans feeling hard he was for you, You unblocked his belt and unbuttoned his pants. Javi helped you pull his pants down. His dick sprang up and that’s when you noticed he was commando. Your hands softly grabs his dick and he groans at the way you’re touching him. “Did you think this was going to happen Javi? Hm?” 

You move your mouth to his shaft and press a gentle kiss before you wrap your mouth around his tip. That groan you longed to hear was let out from his lips. You begin to swirl your tongue around his tip, collecting the precum and tasting him. You had a feeling  Javi was big but you didn’t expect him to be this big. You brought your hand to the bottom of his dick and started to go up and down all in sync with your mouth, applying the right pressure. “Fuck baby, you’re doing so good for me”. His praise only made you go faster. He was groaning so much in pleasure you felt so happy that you were able to make him feel this good. Javier gripped a handful of your hair and made you go deeper in, “c’mon y/n, take me all the way in, I want to feel the back of your throat”  

He pushes your head all the way down, and you feel his tip touch the back of your throat, You were swallowing him. Javi let you back up and you gasped for air but you went back in with determination. Started to lick that sweet spot you knew every guy had. You felt his dick twitch and put his dick back into your mouth. You felt the hot spurts of cum in your mouth. Tasting all of him in your mouth. “That’s it, mama, swallow all of it, you did so good y/n”. You swallowed every drop of his cum. Licked every bit you could and his dick sprung out of your mouth with a pop. Javier sits up and uses his thumb to clean the side of your mouth where some cum had dripped out. He brings his thumb to his mouth and licks it off. 

You climb onto his lap, kiss the shell of his ear, and whisper “Javi, I need you in me. Please” 

“Yeah? You need me to fill you up?” 

“Yes, oh god, yes please” You clench around nothing, just at the fact that you’ll finally get to have him in you. Javi lines up his dick to your entrance. You slowly start to push yourself down on him, Only the tip has gone in and the stretch hurt, but it hurts so good your grab onto his shoulders. “Relajate preciosa” he murmurs and waits until you adjust, Javier grips your waist and pushes you down until you’ve taken all of him. 

“You feel so good Javi” you choke out. 

Right now he’s just letting you get used to him. But you start to grow impatient. You start to move a bit to create that friction you crave. A smirk appears on Javier’s face, he finally has you where he wanted you for so long. 

“Javier, muevete, I need you to move.. Porfavor”. His hands are already on your waist moving you up and bringing you down hard. His hands gripping so tight to keep you in place while he hammers into you. His hips move up to meet yours. The sound of skin smacking together spurs both of your pornographic moans. He turns you so fast you don’t even realize you’re on your back and he’s on top of you. 

“Look at you baby, you look so good under me like this” 

He is back to thrusting into you, His pace is relentless and yummy. With every thrust, he hits that sweet spot. He brings his fingers to your clit. Rubbing it in the perfect motion, going in delicious perfect moans that have you screaming his name. 

“Fuck, Javi keep going”, “You feel so fucking good Javi” 

He leans down to kiss you hard. “I’ve wanted this so long Javi” 

“Yeah? How long have you thought of me?” he thrust harder and harder. His fingers circled my clit relentlessly 

“Too long” 

You feel yourself gripping him, your belly swirling with that feeling from before. It’s like he senses it. “Let it go, baby” 

And you do just that, You cum, drenching his dick with your cum. You cum so hard you feel it drip down your thighs. “So good, You did so good for me y/n, you love being a good girl for me, yeah?” 

You’ve cummed but he doesn’t stop, he goes faster than before, the sensitivity making it too much but you let it happen. His thrust starts to get sloppy and you feel him twitch in you. “Im going to fill up your cunt so deep that it will be dripping out of you for days, reminding you who did that and who you belong to” He voice hoarse and deep. His hot cum shoots into you, and your cunt grips him. Milking all of his cum into you. He holds his dick in there. Not letting any of his drips out of you. You feel so full of him that it turns you on so much. Javiers leaned his forehead on you, his breaths getting back to normal. You feel his dick softening in you. You bring your hands up into his hair. Gently tug on the strands binging his mouth to yours. This time the kiss is different. It’s not rough and hungry like before. It’s soft and passionate. He breaks the kiss and peppers kisses all over you. You start to laugh at his playfulness. “Javi stop that tickles” 

You see him get up, and he gets a washcloth and cleans you up. Still a bit sensitive you flinch when he presses it along your slot. He gives you an apologetic smile. Then you go back to the bed and presses your body next to his, His arm around you bringing you in close. He kisses your temple and starts caressing your hair. 

“You did so good for me hermosa, I don’t know how I survived so long without you”  

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[didishawn]

More Pedri x Ferran x Reader??

Teaching lesson (Pedri x Reader x Ferran) smut

Warnings: Pedri teaches Ferran how to get you off without having to use his cock, smut, use of a dildo, reader squirts, lots of Spanish

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You laughed when the Valencian showed up to the lesson with some paper and a pen

"Sabes que no ese tipo de clase, ¿no?" (you know its not that type of lesson, right?)

"Solo quiero estar seguro de que me acuerdo de todo" (I just want to make sure I remember it all)

The Canarian joins you two, laughing at his friend "Mira que eres tonto, anda, ponte cómodo, que solo tienes que mirar" (you are so dumb, come on, get comfortable, you only have to watch)

Your back is against Pedri, sitting in between his two legs, he is completely dressed- so is Ferran- you are completely naked.

Your favorite dildo is next to you -a blue and red piece of plastic, thick and long, prominent veins, Pedri's hands massage your sides softly.

"Le gusta suave de primeras" the Canarian explains "Nada de ser brusco, le puedes hacer daño, esta es su parte más sensible, haz pequeños y suaves círculos" (she likes it soft at first. Don't be rough, you can hurt her, this is her mist sensitive part, do little soft circles)

The older boy's eyes are set on your middle, your little clit as the Canarian stimulates it as he say, you squirming on his hold, his legs on top of yours to keep you in place.

You are so wet, he can see that, hips following the pleasurable touch.

"Mira a ver que este bien mojada, así todo es más fácil" he raises his hand, showing how wet his middle finger has become, taking it into his hand, moaning at the sweet taste "Prueba tú" (make you she is real wet, like that everything is easier. You try it)

The Valencian hesitates for a moment, hand then reaching towards your middle, enjoying how you moan when he makes contact with your sensitive clit, finger going down to your slit, then up again, he takes it off, he too moans at the taste.

"Debes probar con un dedo primero, luego vas añadiendo según sus reacciones" he looks down at the toy, his hands on your breasts, teasing you "hasta que este preparada para lo que de verdad le gusta" (you must try with a finger at first, then keep adding by he reactions until she is ready for what she really likes)

Ferran nods, middle finger teasing your entrance as you whimper, slowly plunging it, groaning at how hot and tight you are.

"¿Bien?" he asks, you furiously nodding and lowly moaning. (good?)

"Otro" Pedri says, his own hand back to your clit, tight pleasure circles on it, enjoying your squirming, your head falling down to hi shoulder sighing, he knows you like it too. (another one)

Ferran does as told, scissoring the two fingers, wanting to open up space for a third one, you hand grasping his hair, begging him for more.

He doesn't wait for Pedri to guide him as he thrusts in the third one, he likes how your hips rise off the mattress, the midfielder once more putting his weight on his legs to keep you down, one hand on you waist, a warning whisper into you ear reminding you to behave.

Ferran's fingers are long, filling you up real good, but it's not enough, Pedri notices, his own hand grasping the other boy's wrist and taking his fingers off you.

He reaches for the dildo, giving Ferran a look "No sabes como adora esto, se pone a gemir como una putita al tener este trozo de plástico llenándola" (you have no idea how much she loves this, starts moaning like a little whore when she has this piece of plastic inside her)

The toy teases you entrance, circling it, yet not entering, Pedri sure knows how to keep you up your toes.

"Esto es lo contrario, le gusta fuerte, que le llegue hasta el cervix, rápido, profundo, como si fuera tu polla dentro suyo" (this is the opposite, she likes it hard, that it reaches her cervix, fast, deep, as if, it was your dick inside her)

Pedri doesn't wait a moment, Ferran's eyes widening up as he instantly slams the dildo all the way inside you, fast pace from the go, going in and out so fucking fast, so rough, destroying your insides.

It fills you up completely, has you crying out, tears on your eyes, it's painful, yet it isn't, it's so good, an incredible pleasure, the inanimate object hitting your cervix, your sweet spot, so fucking big, it feels so good.

Ferran watches you completely enjoying yourself, how you even trty to fuck the toy deeper into you, harder too as it completely disappears inside you. It's a true sightful, so pretty, you are a trembling mess, Pedri's lips attached to your neck as he fucking destroys you.

The Canarian gives him an amused look, yet his words are demanding "Usa tu boca" (use your mouth)

He doesn't have to say it twice, his lips instantly around your clit, sucking softly, yet demandingly, Pedri's hand keeping him in pace by a strong hold on his hair, he moves him, let's you grin into his face.

You are in heaven, being fucked so good, the soft stimulation your clit receives completely amazing, the feeling of his tongue makes you want to build him a statue.

You are close, they both know it, sounds getting higher, being unable to keep still, Pedri doesn't try to stop you anymore.

Your orgasm is a true explosion, juices pushing the toy out from you, wetting Ferran's face entirely, Pedri too doesn't save himself from your juices.

He has yo push Ferran off you -the Valencian enjoying himself way too much, the wet patch on his trousers a proof of this, kissing your cheek as they help you down from your high.

"¿Te sirvió esta pequeña clase?" Pedri asks, the other nods. (did this small class help you?)

Of one thing Ferran is sure, he can't wait to try this all once again as he watches your flushed cheeks, his cock hard.

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[youremyheaven]

The Astrology of Appearance pt 3

check out part 1 and part 2

MOON (eyes)

in my previous post i had mentioned how Moon dominant women tend to have medium to large protruding eyes and often have heavy eyelids as well. here are some more examples.

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Alexandra Daddario- Rohini Moon

Billie Eilish- Shravana Moon

Deepika Padukone- Shravana Rising

Thora Birch- Hasta Moon

(L to R)

Natassja Kinski- Shravana Sun

Sobhita Dhulipala- Rohini Sun & stellium

Jihyo- Shravana Sun

Anncy Twinkle- Shravana Sun

SUN (eyes)

the sun is specifically associated with the right eye but its been hard for me to find examples of celebrities with one prominent eye lmao 😭so ill just tell you about the appearance of the eyes of solar natives in general. Solar eyes are the most easy to identify because they're usually the smallest/narrowest. these natives have small, long, narrow eyes with hooded eyelids/no eyelid space ( they don't have "double eyelids").

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Jennie- Uttarashada Sun

Emily Deschanel- Krittika Moon

Amber Heard- Uttaraphalguni Moon

Ornella Muti- Uttaraphalguni Moon

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Miranda Cosgrove- Krittika Sun

Sade- Uttarashada Sun

Aaliyah- Uttarashada Sun

Lauren Bacall-Uttaraphalguni Sun

KETU (head shape)

Whilst Ketu is generally associated with torso/stomach, in my observations I have noticed how many Ketu natives have an oblong or oval shaped face and forehead with their hair framing their face in a similar way. I would say Ketu ruled women have the longest face shapes.

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Jennifer Beals- Ashwini rising

Billie Eilish- Mula Sun

Kat Dennings- Magha Moon

Victoria Beckham- Ashwini Sun

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Emmy Rossum- Mula Moon

Anjelica Huston- Mula rising

Ellie Goulding- Mula Moon

Nicole Scherzinger- Ashwini Moon

Jessica Jung- Ashwini Sun & Venus with Magha Ketu

RAHU (face shape)

I have noticed that most Rahuvian women tend to have small round ish faces with a very small chin. They have soft faces and short chins. Their faces are horizontally little wide but very short and have tapered chins.

(L to R)

Claudia Schiffer- Swati Rising

Princess Diana- Ardra Sun

Mia Wasikowska- Swati Sun

Audrey Hepburn- Shatabhisha Moon

Charli XcX- Ardra Rising

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Making Spirituality Real Vedic Astrology Community Questions Masterpost

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The Vedic Ayanamsa I use For Most Accurate Calculations

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Atmakaraka and Darakaraka in Synastry

Benefic Planets in Malefic Houses

Benefits of Challenging Nakshatra Placements

Bhava Chalit vs D1

Cancer Lagna

Connections Between Ketu and Venus rules Nakshatras

D60 Chart Interpretation

Dasha Period Compatibility

Debilitated Atmakaraka

Effects of Ketu Mahadasha

Finding Dispositors in Your Vedic Chart

Fulfilling Your Atmakaraka

Getting a Tattoo Based on Your Chart

How Does Nodal Obsession Manifest?

How Ketu Detaches but gives to Others

How Ketu’s “Detachment” Works

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How to Do Chart Rectification?

How to Handle Debilitated Planets?

How to Interpret D9 with D1

How to Judge the Influence of a Nakshatra Conjunction?

How to Learn Astrology?

Impact of Rahu/Ketu strong aspects on physical health

Interpreting D9/Navamsa in context of D1/Rasi/Main Chart

Interpreting Dasha Periods for D1 chart with help of D9 chart

Interpreting the Rahu/Ketu Axis of D1 chart with help of D9 chart

Is Darakaraka Important?

Jupiter in the 12th House

Karmic Relief Through D10 Chart

Ketu in the 6th House

Ketu in the 8th House

Ketu in the 8th House and Relationship Life

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Learn about Your Partnerships through your D9 Chart

Lunar Nodes in Jaimini Astrology

Magha Nakshatra

Mars Darakaraka

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Moon Dominant Men

Moon in Jyeshta and the Gandanta Point

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Nakshatra Dominance

Opposing Energies in D1 and D9 Charts

Planetary Dominance Archetypes

Planetary Strength in a Stellium

Purva Bhadrapada Nakshatra

Rahu and Ketu and Physical Health

Rahu in the 2nd house

Rahu in the 2nd House and Self Worth

Rahu in the 5th House

Rahu in the 6th house Dasha

Recognising Nakshatra Traits in People

Rising Modality in D10 Chart

Saturn as Karaka of D10 chart

Saturn in the 4th house in D9 Chart

Saturn Ketu Aspect in D9 Chart

Saturn in the 7th in D9 / explained again

Saturn in the 10th House

Saturn ruled Nakshatras

Sign Vs House Vargottama

Sun Conjunct Rahu

Taurus and Libra Lagna

Taurus Krittika Nakshatra Lagna

The 7th House in Synastry

The Power of Saturn ruled Nakshatras

The relationship between Mahadasha and Antardasha

Uttara Phalguni Nakshatra

Vedic Remediation

Venus Dominant Man

Venus in Uttara Ashadha

Venus is Judgment

Venus Ketu Aspects

Venus/Libra in D10 Chart

Venus in Hasta

Venus in Mrigashira

Weak Sun in A Vedic Chart

What if two Mahadasha Lords are Conjunct?

What is Arudha Lagna?

What is Bhrigu Bindu/Destiny Point?

What is Shadbala Scoring?

Why Darakaraka is NOT your Profession

Why is Uttara Ashadha without a Consort?

Why is Venus the Natural Darakaraka

Yogas - Overrated in Vedic Astrology

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[coolpizzazonkplaid]

Lin Kuei (MK1) y Hanzo Hasashi y Kuai Liang (MK11) x lectora que sufre una posesión demoniaca (Evil Dead Rise).

Es la primera vez que escribo headcanons ténganme compasión.😅😊 Contexto: Sos guardiana de muchos objetos de valor peligroso y por accidente (ósea mera estupidez) lees el Libro de los Muertos y caes bajo una posesión sumamente fuerte. Tu pareja intenta ayudarte a que recuperes la conciencia, pero en el trayecto vas sufriendo físicamente, también esta pareja descubre el porqué de tu situación.

Bi Han:

Este ninja se da cuenta al toque que ese libro no trae nada bueno ni tampoco ninguno de los artefactos que estas protegiendo, pero el libro que te encomienda Liu Kang lo ve cien veces peor.

No solamente por la parte de que Liu Kang te pide que lo cuides sino porque ese libro ve que tiene maldad pura. Intentas convencerlo para que se quede tranquilo y no se esté estresando innecesariamente.

Por eso prefiere acompañarte y vigilar qué artimañas tendrá ese libro.

Al dar inicio tu investigación con el objeto, te pinchas por accidente con uno de tus instrumentos de investigación y al caer las gotas de sangre, el libro se abre. Tanto a ti como a Bi han no le gusta la sensación que da ese objeto maldito y aun así sigues estudiándolo. Pasando hoja tras hoja, llegas a una escrita y lees en voz alta. Grave error.

El fuego de la chimenea se apaga sin más, las ventanas se cierran abruptamente y una ventisca te arroja al techo. Bi han es expulsado fuera de la habitación y gritas su nombre. Una mano invisible agarra tu cuello y lo aprieta, ya no puedes emitir un sonido. Otro par de manos agarra un brazo, una pierna y te la tuercen.

Caes al suelo como una bolsa de papas, cuando cobras la consciencia intentas arrastrarte hacia la salida, pero una vez más la mano invisible te agarra la pierna rota y antes de que puedas gritar el nombre de Bi Han la otra mano te cubre la boca nuevamente. El demonio hace que tus huesos ardan como si las llamas del Infierno estuvieran en tu cuerpo, tus gritos son silenciados y las lágrimas salen de tus ojos como cascadas. El demonio provoca tus convulsiones. Suplicabas que tu agonía acabara pronto, pero esas suplicas quedaron vacías.

Ese dolor siguió y siguió, el demonio tomó posesión de tu cuerpo y te levantas con tranquilidad. Abres la puerta y pasas al lado de Bi Han sin inmutarte en que estaba ahí. De a poco, Bi Han cobra el conocimiento y ve la puerta de la habitación abierta. Cuando se levanta, te ve a espaldas de él, intenta levantarse y quiere corroborar si te encuentras bien. Solamente sueltas incoherencias.

“Eres el peor Gran Maestro que he conocido, Bi Han, y pensar que hay otras personas que pueden llegar a liderar un clan mejor que tú.” “No puedes amarte a ti mismo y pretendes amar a esta zorra, eres un crédulo.” “Nunca harás que los Lin Kuei lleguen a la grandeza siendo un cobarde.”

Te das la vuelta y una sonrisa espeluznante adorna tu rostro, al mismo tiempo tus manos comienzan a rasguñarte y la sangre cae al piso, pero no se ve tu reflejo sino del demonio. En ese instante tiemblas, cobras la conciencia, Bi Han ve en tu rostro el horror y solamente puedes decir: “Ayúdame, Bi Han”.

Después de tu arrebato de conocimiento, te desmayas y Bi Han se aproxima a ti inmediatamente. Te revisa para ver tu estado, todo tu cuerpo está ardiendo en fiebre y comienzas a convulsionar. Sin pensar, Bi Han usa su poder para que tu fiebre baje, pero eso fue un error, porque repentinamente tu cuerpo se vuelve un tempano de hielo y tus convulsiones siguen sin parar. Hasta que en un momento te detienes.

Bi Han revisa tus signos vitales y al no hallar pulso, la impotencia lo invade y la furia hacia Liu Kang se acrecienta. No esperó que repentinamente abras los ojos y sueltes un grito tan abrumador que deja confundido al Gran Maestro. Los hermanos de Bi Han llegan al pasillo en el que se encontraban, confundidos por el grito que habían escuchado y cuando los ves ruges y los atacas.

Intentan sacarte de encima y al hacerlo, Bi Han te contiene con sus poderes y a pesar de eso sigues insultándolo sin parar, pero eran oídos sordos para él. Lo único que tenía en la cabeza era confrontar a Liu Kang por su ineptitud, la furia lo estaba consumiendo y a la vez la angustia, estabas sufriendo y no sabía que te pasaría si esto llegara más lejos.

Termina de encerrarte y sin inmutarse llama a Liu Kang de una manera colérica. Sus hermanos tienen que hacer la tarea de dios de evitar que Bi Han se abalance al dios del fuego y lo mate a golpes, pero no quita que le grite por su error y quiera instantáneamente respuestas de por qué te encomendó examinar el objeto maldito. Sus hermanos tratan que mantenga la cordura antes de que haga algo tonto y mas o menos logra calmarse.

Liu Kang intenta aclarar las dudas sobre el Libro de los Muertos, que era un objeto perdido y leyenda del Infierno, que si llegaba a manos equivocadas desataría muchos males al ser leído y que seguramente debía existir su contraparte. Eso llegó a los oídos de Bi Han e inmediatamente quiere salir a buscarlo, pero antes de eso Liu Kang lo detiene para poder decirle que puede que sea una posibilidad, ya que no se sabe bien qué le había ocurrido a ese libro.

Bi Han ya está enojado, porque fue este dios quien te dejó en el estado en el que te encuentras, pero a regañadientes acepta que Liu Kang le muestre las posibles ubicaciones. Antes de marcharse le pide a Kuai Liang y Tomas que te protejan y vigilen. Además, les pide que a toda costa te contengan y eviten matarte, ya que todavía estabas entre los vivos.

Se va al culo del mundo y no le importa dónde está ese maldito libro, lo bueno es que lo encuentra. Fue un viaje exhaustivo, pero tuvo su recompensa y vuelve Artika lo más rápido que puede. Lo que no esperaba era que te hayas liberado y estuvieras haciendo caos en todo el templo. Te abalanzaste sobre Kuai Liang, Tomas y Liu Kang intentaban a toda costa de sacarte encima de él.

Bi Han recita el hechizo indicado por Liu Kang, el demonio con un grito estruendoso abandona tu cuerpo y es desterrado hacia las profundidades del Infierno. Vuelves a tu estado normal y te desmayas por todo lo que te había pasado. Bi Han te carga y te lleva rápidamente con los médicos del Lin Kuei, no quiere que Liu Kang se meta contigo otra vez.

“Bi Han lo lamento… no debí leer el libro. Tuve que ser más lista”

“No es tu culpa. Liu Kang es el responsable de esto”

“No le heches la culpa al señor Liu Kang, Bi Han. No tenía que leer ese libro”

No quiere discutir contigo y deja que descanses en paz, te acompaña en todo lo que puede de sus horas, porque tiene que arreglar el caos que existe. Te observa dormir y se siente en paz, ya que nada pasó a peor y no deja que Liu Kang te visite.

De ahora en adelante, no quiere que examines las cosas que te de Liu Kang ya que no toleraría repetir este incidente, no puede perderte. Eres su felicidad y necesita que lo acompañes. Intentas convencer a Bi Han de que fue solo un accidente, pero se niega a que sigas estudiando estos artefactos a toda costa, pero después de mucha charla accederá a regañadientes.

Desde ese instante, él es el primero en examinar lo que vas a estudiar y después te deja hacer tu trabajo. Cuando Liu Kang te entrega un artefacto lo mira mal y quieres tratar de apaciguar esos momentos, pero es algo inutil. No quiere que te pase algo horrible y haría lo que este en su poder e incluso cosas peores para que estuvieras a salvo.

Kuai Liang:

Kuai Liang conoce tu rama de trabajo y se preocupa bastante que te haga daño. No quiere que los artefactos oscuros te consuman por completo y pierdas tu humanidad, desde que vio cómo Shang Tsung y a Quan Chi con su magia oscura y sus extractores de almas lo asusta la idea de perderte por lo que trabajas.

Por esas razones, a veces le cuentas lo que estas estudiando, ya que se muestra poco receptivo e intenta siempre que puede estar a los alrededores para procurarte, por si las dudas. Pero esta vez no le comentas que habías encontrado el Libro de los Muertos, porque ya tenías otros libros oscuros que no te habían lastimado ni maldecido. Estabas muy confiada con ese libro y eso sería un gran problema.

Al examinarlo parte por parte notas que la cubierta está hecha de piel humana y que tiene una cerradura de dientes de una criatura desconocida. Intentas buscar en ese objeto si hay una especie de cerradura para poder usar tus instrumentos y forzar a abrirse. Acaba en decepción y no sabes cómo entrar al contenido del libro, así que comienzas a usar la fuerza con el libro.

Al principio usaste tus instrumentos para intentar cortar los dientes, pero fue en vano y entonces usaste tus manos. En tu forcejeo te cortas y las gotas de sangre caen sobre la tapa del libro. Sentiste un escalofrío cuendo las hojas se movían por si solas y llegaban a la indicada.

El aura de la habitación cambió abruptamente, las ventanas se cerraron y lo que quedaba de luz se esfumó… solamente quedó una. Soltaste respiraciones agitadas y mirabas asustada a cualquier parte. La puerta se abrió de repente, sentiste que algo se acercaba y te rasguñó la espalda, pero no pudiste gritar.

Una mano invisible te cubría la boca, otras te tocaban, no parabas de soltar lágrimas y forcejear. Una de tus herramientas se elevó y te dañó una parte del brazo, mientras intentabas emitir un ruido. Las otras manos invisibles dejaron de tocarte, pero te rasguñaban sin cesar hasta que pararon. Luego te revolearon hacia una pared y después hacia el otro extremo. No podías gritar, la mano invisible seguía contra tu boca, solo gemías y llorabas.

Cuando pensaste que el demonio paró de divertirse contigo, intentas huir y gritando el nombre de Kuai Liang, pero fue inutil. Las puertas estaban cerradas y al parecer el demonio hechizó la habitación. Sientes golpes, más rasguños, tus huesos duelen y caes al suelo. Empiezas a contorsionarte, notas que algunos de tus huesos se rompen y sigues pidiendo ayuda en vano. El demonio ya tomó tu cuerpo.

Sales caminando cómo si nada, pero tu mirada estaba desconectada…ida. Rengueabas y dejabas un rastro de sangre por donde caminabas hasta llegar a la sala de armas. Kuai Liang se asusta al ver todo el rastro del líquido carmesí, verte de espaldas a él y mirando las armas lo preocupa más. Las gotas de sangre estaban haciendo charcos y solamente agarraste un pequeño cuchillo y dijiste cosas hirientes a tu amante.

“Sabes, Kuai Liang, me imagino constantemente qué habría pasado si tu hermano te hubiera arrancado el ojo y apuñalado sin parar”. “Sinceramente quise saber lo que sientes al ver que te sacan la cabeza con mis propias manos” Te estabas cortando la mano con ese cuchillo. “Deberias morir como tu hipócrita e inútil padre… y le haré el favor a tu patético hermano”.

Las palabras le dolieron bastante a Kuai Liang y creía que lo estabas traicionando hasta que te diste la vuelta y sonreías de forma macabra.

De repente temblaste, el cuchillo cayó con un estrepitoso ruido y esa sonrisa se fue. Kuai Liang vio que estabas asustada lo vio por tus acciones, tus ojos y gestos, pero solamente pudiste soltar unas palabras: “Esta aquí… quiere mi cuerpo”.

Gritaste de forma repentina y caíste al suelo, arrastrándote hacia tu amante. Este se alejó al ver que avanzabas y tus huesos crujían, hasta que te detienes y solo dices: “El libro…”. Sueltas un grito atronador que hace Kuai Liang se quede desorientado.

Atacas sin dudar, ruges y rasguñas a Kuai Liang. Tu amante logra sacarte de encima suyo y con el kunai te ata. Forcejeas y no paras de herirlo con tus palabras. Kuai Liang no entiende muy bien a lo que te refieres con “el libro”, pero aun así busca en todos lados ese libro mientras estás atada y encerrada.

Después de llamar a Liu Kang, tu amante sigue buscando el libro que dijiste. Esta vez entra a la habitación donde resguardas todos los artefactos macabros y ve con horror el desorden.

Camina por todo el caos y en tu mesa está el libro que le mencionaste. Al pasar las hojas entiende lo que te ocurrió, pero no sabe cómo el libro llegó a tu poder y ya inmediatamente le echa la culpa a Bi Han.

Al llegar Liu Kang, Kuai Liang lo recibe mostrándole tu estado de posesión demoniaca y el libro que estabas examinando. El dios llega a la conclusión de que es el Libro de los Muertos y que según la leyenda del Infierno debe existir su contraparte.

Sin dudar ni esperar, Kuai Liang se marcha de los territorios del clan Shirai Ryu para buscar ese libro. Después de ir al culo del mundo logra encontrarlo y regresa inmediatamente al clan.

Lo que no esperaba era que te hayas liberado e intentas atacar a Liu Kang y Tomas, pero ambos logran contenerte y rápidamente recita el hechizo. Cuando termina de conjurar el hechizo caes al piso, abatida por la fuerza que tomó tu cuerpo. Kuai Liang te carga al estilo princesa, escucha tus lloriqueos y disculpas.

“Kuai… nunca te traicionaría…yo…debí avisarte”. “Perdóname… lo que dije no era cierto”

“Está bien amor, no fue tu culpa. Vas a estar bien”

Le comentas lo que viste al estar poseída, que el libro lo llamó y que era una criatura sumamente caótica. Se alimentaba del miedo y el caos que generaba, que había que correr cuando era invocado. Viste los horrores que ese demonio había hecho y lo que planeaba hacer con el resto del clan y los que querias. Kuai Liang solamente puede consolarte y dejar que llores por lo sucedido.

Te lleva con los médicos del clan y te acompaña hasta que te mejores. No se va a ir de tu lado y él mismo quema el Libro de los Muertos para evitar otro incidente. Además, va a estar a tu lado de ahora en adelante cada vez que estudies un artefacto oscuro.

Tomas Vrbada:

Este libro lo encuentras a los alrededores de la fortaleza. Recuerdas que perteneció a Shang Tsung y Quan Chi, por eso, lo guardas para estudiarlo y mantenerlo seguro.

Por otra parte, Tomas está al tanto de tu línea de trabajo y sinceramente aprecia bastante que tengas valor para analizar los objetos malditos. Para él, muchas de esas cosas le dan escalofríos y no deberían ser usadas para un fin tanto noble como malicioso. Por esas razones deja que sigas con tu trabajo y prefiere no saber mucho, solamente lo que vas a estudiarlo y ya está. No necesita saber su contenido.

Volviendo al tema estas acostumbrada a tratar con cosas peligrosas, pero este te causó mucha curiosidad por como estaba diseñado (cubierta de piel humana tostada y cerradura de dientes).

Lograste abrirlo cuando por accidente te cortaste con los dientes que tenia por cerradura, sentiste una sensación extraña al ver como las páginas se movían por si solas hasta llegar a la indicada.

Empezaste a leer en voz alta una invocación a un demonio y ese fue un terrible error. Todo el lugar en el que estabas se volvió aterrador y sentiste como una presencia extraña se abalanzó hacia ti. Para tomar tu cuerpo, fue horrible, te poseyó una mano y te hizo que te lastimaras (golpeándote contra la mesa, usando los instrumentos que tenías para dañarte físicamente). Como final a la toma de tu cuerpo, empieza a hacer que te retuerzas de dolor hasta que tus huesos duelan y sientas que se te tuercen.

Por todo este alboroto y los gritos del nombre de tu amado para que te ayudara. Tomas, asustado, va más rápido que la luz a la habitación (se pone en posición de combate) en la que te encontras y al ver tu estado inconsciente, llama a su hermano inmediatamente. Te revisa y se espanta al ver tus heridas autoinfligidas y moretones, pero lo que más le aterra era tu nivel de fiebre.

Cuando Kuai Liang llega, ve a su hermano menor en estado de pánico y el desastre de la habitación se queda confundido. Se pone en posición de combate creyendo que fue un ataque enemigo.

Tomas le pide a grito desesperado que llame a los médicos y le bajen la fiebre a su amada, porque de enserio estas ardiendo en fiebre, pero cuando estos apenas ponen un paño helado en tu frente… los resultados no son muy alentadores. Tu temperatura empieza a bajar a niveles muy aterradores. Ahí entra Kuai liang para ayudarte, pero es en vano.

Tomas está mas que nervioso y apunto de tener tres ataques al corazón. No sabe qué es lo que te esta ocurriendo, ni por qué tienes las heridas que tienes. En su mente cree que alguien te embrujó para dañar al clan o que los Lin Kuei te envenenaron con una enfermedad extraña.

De repente, abriste los ojos, comienzas a contorsionarte los huesos y a soltar quejidos. Tomas y su hermano se alejan rápidamente de ti. Intentas acercarte mientras sigues contorsionándote y los crujidos de los huesos lo escuchan los propios hermanos.

En todo tu dolor cobras la conciencia y dices lo siguiente: “Tomas, perdóname… ayúdame… el libro…Liu Kang”. Tu estado consciente vuelve a irse de vacaciones, porque el demonio vuelve a tomar posesión de tu cuerpo, hace que te subas al techo y emitas un grito sumamente aterrador (cualquier semejanza con la película Evil Dead Rise es mera coincidencia). Los hermanos están aturdidos ante ese poder.

Tomas, queda confundido con lo que le dijiste, pero no puede pensar porque comienzas a atacarlo, pero su hermano intenta alejarte y sigues arremetiendo contra ellos con los instrumentos de la mesa. De milagro logran contenerte y Tomas permanece a tu lado todo el tiempo en el que estas encadenada. A pesar de decir cosas sumamente crueles:” Tu debiste morir con tu familia”. “Eres un maldito parásito”. ”Kuai Liang miente al considerarte tu hermano, lo hace por lástima”.

Tomas se queda tu lado. Te cuenta el por qué le gustas tanto, los momentos compartidos que le gustaron (tu primer beso con él, su primera cita y narrarte las historias que te gustan). Está chiquito hay que cuidarlo.

Llaman a Liu Kang para pedirle ayuda sobre tu estado y este viendo cómo te encuentras intenta buscar el libro con el que el quilombo inició. Descubre que posiblemente tengas una manera de volver a ser tu y es buscando el libro contrario. Tomas no pierde tiempo y va a buscarlo por cielo, mar y tierra hasta encontrarlo… para no hacer cuento largo lo encuentra.

Al regresar, él no sabe cómo lograste librarte, pero estas arrasando a diestra y siniestra con quien encuentras y Liu Kang intenta con todo su poder contenerte de tu posesión satánica. Tomas recita el hechizo para exorcizar al demonio que llevas dentro, termina el conjuro e instantáneamente ve cómo tu estado de locura desaparece y te desmayas por todo lo sucedido.

Tomas corre hacia donde te hayas y te carga estilo princesa para ver si sigues entre los vivos. Hasta este punto el pobre chico suelta todas sus lágrimas porque tiene miedo de que la luz de su vida se haya ido al otro lado, pero recobras un poco la conciencia y cuando lo ves lloras.

“Tomas… lo recuerdo todo, lo lamento mucho…te herí y casi mato a todos, perdóname. No tuve control sobre mí”.

Este ninja dulce dice con lágrimas: ”Vas a estar bien mi amor. Te vas a recuperar, quédate tranquila”.

Para dar final feliz, el libro satánico queda a manos de Liu Kang y de la Tierra para contenerlo. Por otro lado, te llevan con los médicos para que te curen y a partir de ahí Tomas siempre va a estar a tu lado cuando examines artilugios macabros. No quiere que vuelvas a sufrir una posesión donde casi te pierde, realmente te ama y enloquecería como nunca si algo malo te sucede. Perdió a su familia y no quiere que la historia se repita.

Hanzo Hasashi:

Viste que este libro antes estuvo en posesión de Quan Chi y por eso lo tienes en tu poder antes de que alguien más lo haga. La idea de dejarlo a tu merced fue idea del brujo, así podía herir una vez más al guerrero Shirai Ryu y ver que podía matarte el propio Hanzo para liberarte de tu dolor.

Hanzo ve que en ese libro hay maldad pura y quiere estar a tu lado cuando lo examines. Obviamente aceptas su compañía porque bueno es un pan de dios.

Comienzas a estudiarlo y Hanzo percibe que esa cosa tiene algún truco sucio. Se preocupa cuando te pinchas el dedo con los dientes que protegen el libro y aún más al abrirse de forma repentina. Una fuerza invisible te empuja hacia la pared, Hanzo es revoleado y cae más lejos de ti.

Las velas comienzan a apagarse, Hanzo cobra la concienca, pero ya no te ve donde te arrojó el demonio. Sino elevada, peleando al aire, sacudiéndote para bajar y chillando el nombre de tu amante para que te ayude.  Sientes que tus extremidades son atadas con unas cuerdas que no ves, comienzan a tirar de ti, gritas y pides ayuda: “Hanzo…duele mucho…ayúdame…perdón “. Tu agonía termina cuando sientes que llegan a su fin los retorcijones como una marioneta enredada y el demonio toma posesión de tu cuerpo.

El pobre Hanzo mira con horror cuando caes al suelo como una muñeca rota, corre rápidamente cuando tus convulsiones se detienes sin más. Te revisa los signos vitales y se da cuenta que no los tienes la pena y el pánico lo invade, pero esta estupefacto al ver que abres los ojos repentinamente y sueltas un rugido.

Empiezas a atacarlo sin parar y lo insultas por todo su pasado: “Mata a tu amante y rebánala en pedazos como lo hiciste con el primer Sub Zero, solo así dejara de sufrir”. ”Debes estar muerto y acompañar a tu esposa e hijo, no estar tras las faldas de esta ramera”. Cobras la conciencia y te alejas de tu amante de forma repentina, arrodillada y llorando: “Hanzo aléjate de mí… el clan está en peligro… va a matarlos a todos…”

El demonio vuelve a tomar el control y sueltas un grito desgarrador, en ese instante, el kunai y la cadena de Hanzo te atan y sigues queriendo atacarlo inconscientemente. Se promete curarte de la posesión y torturar al demonio en las profundidades del Infierno.

Él mismo lleva tu cuerpo al Infierno y no ve tu figura. Te ve inconsciente, magullada y atada detrás del demonio. Este está frente a Hanzo y poseyendo sus mejores armas para contraatacar con el ninja.

Hanzo se prepara y lucha contra al demonio, obviamente al salir vencedor tortura a la criatura. Le pregunta quien fue el que dejó el hechizo activado. Tras varias negaciones confiesa que fue Quan Chi quien lo liberó, que hizo todo para hacer que Hanzo sufriera y que la pena lo matara para poder controlarlo.

Tras matar al demonio de una forma muy cruel, ve que tu estado se va recuperando y te lleva devuelta a la Tierra. Se alegra al ver que vuelves a despertar completamente y solamente lloras.

“Perdóname Hanzo… debí ser más fuerte y evitar que me poseyera…yo…”

“Está bien sakura, vas a estar bien. Todo terminó” Te besa en la frente, las mejillas y los labios (cosita linda).

Hanzo te envía con los doctores para que te curen y mientras de paso, él va hacerle una visita a Quan Chi. Esa visita acaba en que el brujo muere a manos de Hanzo y una paz interior invade al guerrero. De ahora en adelante siempre va a estar ayudando a examinar los artefactos que encuentres. Te considera su mundo y la pena lo mataría al ver que perdió algo valioso por segunda vez.

Kuai Liang:

Encuentras el libro cerca de los territorios Lin Kuei y te lo llevas para examinarlo. Debido a que por su aspecto parece algo para ser resguardado y que nadie debe toquetear.

Cuando estudias el libro, sentiste la punzada de los dientes y te espanta cuando el libro se abre. Más te aterra al ver las páginas moverse por sí solas hasta llegar a la indicada. Sientes como el lugar se vuelve más lúgubre.

Mientras tanto Kuai Liang te busca para discutir unos asuntos del Lin Kuei y demás problemas. Algunos discípulos le dicen que te encuentras en la habitación donde resguardas los artefactos oscuros y él se va dirigiendo allí para darte también compañía.

Empiezas a leer la hoja del libro en voz alta, el aura del lugar se vuelve más aterradora y al mismo tiempo ves que Kuai Liang entra al cuarto. Tras el error que cometiste, el aura del lugar cambia rotundamente, ves como Kuai Liang es arrojado hacia la pared y una fuerza desconocida se cierne sobre ti de manera brusca.

El demonio toma tu cuerpo y comienzan las cosas espantosas. Te tortura, hace que te lastimes con tus propias manos y sientes como el demonio casi te ahorca hasta morir. El demonio hace que te levantes y este de espaldas a tu amado.

Mientras tanto, Kuai Liang intenta volver a cobrar el conocimiento y te ve. Al aproximarse, te pregunta si te encuentras bien, pero solamente dices incoherencias: “Sabes anciano, siempre me he preguntado cómo serían sacarte las entrañas y comerte los ojos en plena noche”. “Siempre imaginé que me seguirías por querer tratar de tener una pizca de amor en tu patética vida de guerrero deplorable”. “Un anciano que sigue perdido en los recuerdos de su hermano y amigo muertos y no hizo nada para tratar de ayudarlos”. Kuai Liang se siente herido por lo que dices, pero al escuchar tu voz sabe que algo no anda bien.

Te das la vuelta y muestras una sonrisa macabra, comienzas a temblar y tu sonrisa dubita hasta convertirse en una cara de espanto y dices en tono asustado: “Quiere mi cuerpo”. Se acerca rápidamente a ti para ayudarte, pero retrocede cuando comienzas a retorcerte, convulsionar y contorsionarte de forma espantosa. Intentas acercarte a él, emitiendo exhalaciones abruptas y dices: “Kuai… lo lamento… ayúdame”.

Tu arrebato de conocimiento fue interrumpido cuando el demonio hace que tu cuerpo sufra sin cesar y tome el control nuevamente. Te subes al techo y emites un grito sumamente aturdidor, que Kuai Liang no puede esquivar. Te abalanzas hacia tu amado y empiezas a atacarlo con rasguños, de forma inmediata, los guerreros Lin Kuei entran a la habitación en la que se encuentran ustedes dos. Sueltas un rugido animal, te lanzas sobre ellos, solo dejas sangre y heridos a tu paso. Kuai Liang te contiene con sus poderes.

Pero es en vano porque empiezas a decir cosas crueles sobre él: “La muerte de este cuerpo te consumirá hasta el final”. “Sufrirás el mismo destino que tu hermano”. “Nunca seras un Gran Maestro formidable”. Kuai Liang está confuso y un poco herido al escuchar lo que dices, pero al mirarte a los ojos, se da cuenta que no eres tú. Te promete en silencio que buscará la forma de curar tu estado y quiere encontrar respuestas a lo sucedido.

Mientras te ve forcejeando con los témpanos de hielo, visualiza el libro y hojea apenas las páginas de este. Viéndolas comprende inmediatamente qué fue lo que te ocurrió. Se pone en contacto con Hanzo y Raiden para ver qué hacer para salvarte de tu posesión satánica.

Tanto Raiden como Hanzo saben de donde proviene ese libro, pero creyeron que era una simple leyenda del Infierno y que nunca fueron reales, asi que seguramente la otra parte de la leyenda de que existe un libro para combatir este demonio es real. No hay discusión, Kuai Liang va con Hanzo hasta el culo del mundo para encontrarlo, enfrentándose a todo tipo de peligros y trampas mortales y lo encuentran.

Cuando llega al templo Lin Kuei, ve caos en su hogar, ve pocos cuerpos y la mayoría de sus aprendices construyendo un fuerte para evitar que los ataques.

Empieza a recitar el conjuro para exorcizar el demonio hasta que este deja de luchar en tu cuerpo y logra salir. Al caer seminconsciente al suelo, Kuai Liang te sostiene y te mece como una niña. Sueltas lágrimas y pides disculpas.

“Lo lamento mucho Kuai Liang… tendría que haberte llamado antes…debí ser más inteligente. Lo que dije no era enserio, nunca…”. No paras de pedir perdón por tu error y sollozar y tu amado solamente intenta consolarte como puede de estos horribles acontecimientos. Hasta te da besitos (denle una medalla de oro).

A partir de ahora, Kuai Liang siempre va a ser tu segunda conciencia para que evites leer boludeces satánicas. Te procura muchísimo mientras examinas un nuevo artilugio oscuro con cautela. Sos una bella luz y no quiere ver aquello que lo hace cálido desaparezca por algo peligroso.

#mk x reader #mk1 x reader #hanzo hasashi x reader #kuai liang x reader #sub zero x reader #scorpion x reader #smoke x reader #bi han x reader #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas x reader

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swallow you like sunshine when i smile [mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader]

A/N: For Fanboy’s fangirls, I present some reunion sweetness with Fanboy and his cielita linda. Thanks for your patience. More fanboy is coming soon! (Remember, reblogs make the world go round!)

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x fem!reader aka Fanboy x Cielo (no use of y/n – my readers are written ambiguous, but with a latinx!reader in mind.)

Word Count: 8.6k (WHY OH MY GOD THIS WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 2K OF SMUT NONSENSE) of reconciliation, of promises, of cotton candy clouds and sweet nothings that mean just about everything.

Warnings: My writing is its own warning, smut, so 18+ ONLY – p in v sex, the vaguest bit of somnophilia, the vaguest bit of breeding kink, touching, biting, vaginal fingering, oral sex (fem!receiving), my usual odd attempts at dirty talk, the barest hint of angst.

Summary: When all the drowsy metaphors about love and fruit have been peeled and devoured, there's just you, your love, a bowl full of summer peaches,  two parentheses with nothing in between (just space) ...for the tongue's imagination. AKA you reunite with your love Mickey on his leave. He’s intent on making up for lost time with you. Every moment with him feels like home.

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The line crackled in your ear. A tangible noise, a manifestation of the distance and the dated technology that separated you. 

He was calling you from a landline. In some distant airport you weren’t sure you were allowed to know exactly where… But the words before the pause, before the crackle, had made your heart leap in your chest. 

He was coming home. 

“Did you hear me, cielo?” His voice was soft, murmured through the lines and slightly garbled, towers, oceans, and mountains between you. From his mouth, across countries, to your waiting ears. Always low, keeled, and beautiful. No exception, even in spite of the transatlantic call.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I can’t wait, Mickey. I can't wait to see you." 

He can't help himself. He smiles into the receiver, though you aren't there to see it. He knows you'll hear it in his voice, picture this exact smile as the one he reserves for you, graces you with it whenever he sees you.

"Hasta entonces, mi alma."

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"You're walking a little taller than usual," Reuben teases, walking in stride with his co-pilot up the ramp and into the airport’s gate area. "Excited to see anyone in particular?"

Mickey scoffs, rolling his eyes at his partner, nudging him with a teasing elbow as they close the distance between their plane and the gate. “Don’t hate, I’m sure she’ll give you a hug, too, Payback.” 

“I’m just saying, man, you’re glowing. Isn’t he glowing, Bradshaw?,” Reuben asks.

“Radiant,” Rooster snickers from somewhere over Mickey’s shoulder. “Practically skipping.”

Reuben takes the moment to hold up his phone and take a quick snap of Mickey’s face as evidence. “See? Goofy-happy. Aaaaaand that one’s going on the story,” he types a quick caption that Mickey is sure he’ll see later before swiping on his screen and settling his phone back into his pocket. “You’ll thank me later. You’ll have a memory of this moment to cherish forever,” Reuben’s eyes flash, face lighting up with his toothpaste-ad smile.

Mickey grins at his partner’s antics, playfully flipping him the bird and shoving him once more as they walk through the sliding glass doors and into the gate area with the rest of the Dagger squad, careful not to crush the small bunch of fiery, sunset-hued marigolds clenched in his fist. His gift to you. A paltry peace offering for all of his time away, he thinks, but they’re your favorite flowers. And fitting.

Marigolds represent power, inner-strength, remembrance. 

And not just anyone would wait for him as you have, he thinks. Not any woman would have that fortitude. And you’re his own personal sun, fiery as the blooms in his hand. His day rises and sets on you – the first and last thing to cross his mind each day – especially when he’s away. And he’s thrilled, it’s true. Here he is, seconds away from seeing you,  from having you back in his arms … when an unwelcome little twinge of anxiety shoots through his chest, splicing his ribs to take root somewhere to the right of his heart. 

What if you weren’t there? What if you’d changed your mind? What if it was all too much? What if, what if, what if  — 

“M!” 

All feelings of anxiety are banished at the sound, and Mickey can’t help himself… The happy shriek shatters his thoughts. 

Mickey looks up from the flowers he’s clutching just in time to catch the veritable blur that is you as you jump into his arms and lock your ankles around his waist, burying your face into his neck. The telltale wobble of posterboard met his ears as you dropped the sign you had been carrying, letting it sweep to the floor in favor of twining your arms around his neck. 

The force of your body against his was a welcome jolt. And Mickey was alight. Elated at the feel of your person against his once more. If it wasn’t for you in his arms, keeping him to the earth, he thinks he might just float away back into the skies he’s just left. 

But you were always good at that – making him feel simultaneously good and grounded, while also feeling like he swims amongst clouds. One of your many confounding abilities, he supposes.  

He feels the quick press of your lips to his neck as you’ve burrowed there, and it’s like lightning has cracked through his body at the site, your lips like silken petals along his skin that result in tingling peals. Another confounding thing. Always novel, even if he's felt them on his body hundreds of times. Never enough. Never, ever enough. 

Quick as you’d kissed his neck, you untuck yourself from the space beneath his jaw, reveling in the feel of his warm palms bracing against you, keeping  you aloft, as you untwine your arms from their wrapped bow around his shoulders. Electing instead to cup the sharp curve of his jawline. And allowing yourself to truly take in the face of your beloved, the man you've missed for months on end…

Allowing yourself to recognize his eyes, swimming in warmth and mirroring your own enthusiasm (you hoped). To trace the features of his face, the curves and angles of his jaw, his cheeks – prominently angled as his mouth curved into a grin.

Granting yourself just a moment longer to bask in the radiant sunlight of your beloved’s smile, equal only to the summery golden-warmth of his honeyed eyes. For what was one more moment when you’d spent so many apart?

And you were glad you had. For you were sure your smile mirrored his own in enthusiasm, though few could smile as brightly as Mickey Garcia.

You trace the curve of his fine-boned cheeks with your thumbs before finally, finally allowing your lips to meet his own.

It’s a feeling he’s gone months without, wants to bottle. Like cheap, sticky soda kisses on a summer’s day at the beach – orange syrup and sunshine promise. Or the feeling of dragging your fingers through warm, soft sand … tingling and comforting, silken. Of the sagebrush scent of summer rain, clean and clear, sharp and sweet. Of sunsets and summer peaches, hued and happy. 

He’s just as lost in the feeling of you, as you are in the feeling of him, your lips brushing as though they’ve always been meant for the other’s, facile and complete. His plush lower lip finds its way between yours, and he allows his mouth to smile (always, always smiling with you, isn’t he?) against yours.

As for you …It wasn’t fair, really, how he always made you feel as though you were adrift in the blue-green depths of the ocean. Untethered in cool depths, save for the feel of his hands, his arms wrapped around you – your soul escaping to the sea, ever beneath his blue skies as you found yourself reunited with your aviator. 

Far, far too soon, your lips part. And was the resulting sigh yours? His? Or collective and colloquial, the both of you finally relieved? In tandem. 

“You’re here,” you breathe against his lips, your forehead resting against his. “You’re actually here.” 

“I’m here, cielo,” he murmurs, lips perpetually curved into a smile as they meet yours once more.

A wolf-whistle cracked through the air and the moment, causing you to break apart from your beloved once more, a laugh slipping from your lips as as Reuben’s voice met your ears,

“Get a room, you nerds."

Brushing your nose along the slope of Mickey’s, you press your lips quickly to his once more as you slide from his arms, allowing your feet to meet the floor. Back on solid ground.  

You turn toward your approaching friend, and the current source of your playful ire, swatting Reuben’s arm before he swept you into a hug. 

“Good to see you back, Reuben,” you say, his frame dwarfing your own as he gave you a playful squeeze. 

“You too, pequeña,” he smiles as you wrinkle your nose at this – Mickey and Javy’s ‘little’ nickname for you having stuck, apparently. “You didn’t have to rush to him so quickly, ya know? You could’ve hid a bit. Taken your time, made him sweat. He needs to be humbled,” the teasing lilt of Reuben’s voice warm and pleasant to your ears.

“Don’t be cruel,” you chide your friend. “Or I’ll stop sending you sheet-masks.” 

The pilot drew his hand to his heart, as though shot. “Don’t hurt me,” he gasps. “You know it doesn’t have to be like that.” He glances a wink at Mickey over your shoulder as you giggle at his antics.

“Don’t worry, Payback, you know I come bearing gifts.” And you’re rummaging through your purse now, finding the orange-red wrapper you were searching for. 

It crinkled as you withdrew it from your purse and dropped into Reuben's waiting hand – a 100 Grand bar. A running joke between the two of you at the expense of his callsign. 

“Don’t spend it all in one place, babe,” you reminded as you also plucked a folded piece of notebook paper from your bag and slipped it in his hand to join the candy bar. 

Reuben smiled at the sight of the cartoonized version of himself you had sketched onto the paper – a battle-ready look on his little likeness’s face as he flew their spaceship into a dotted, sketched little asteroid field. 

“The next edition of ‘Fanboy & Payback?’” he asked, mouth quirked. 

“Just a little sneak peek at what awaits them next,” you shrugged, glancing over his shoulder and raising your hand in a small wave as Javy, Natasha and Bob walk by. "The two of you have to blast your way outta that asteroid field to escape the wretched Florgs. Think you're game, ace?"

Reuben laughed.

"Always," he breezed, his confidence seamless, as easy as breathing. Though you knew he'd approach real danger as smoothly, as boldly as your proposed, fictional peril.

You patted his hand that clutched your gifts.

"Thank you, Reuben," you murmur, locking eyes with your love's co-pilot – who, in many ways, felt like he was your co-pilot, too. Your voice cracked with the burbling brook of welled emotion inside of you – the feelings of fear every time you say goodbye clashing like waves with the feeling of relief that your beloved was back, safe before your very eyes.

 "Thanks for keeping him safe up there. And getting him back to me. This isn't enough to say thank you, but …" when had your eyes started welling?

"Hey," Reuben sweeps you into another hug, "it's nothing, alright? We keep each other safe. Nothing to get bent outta shape about, okay?”

You nodded, Reuben patting your shoulder as he releases you. Mickey, ever-patient as you greeted his friend, is quick to fill the space, pulling you into his side with an arm over your shoulder.

“Thanks, pequeña. It’s good to see you. Do me a favor and keep an eye on this one for me while he’s home, yeah?” Reuben juts his chin in Mickey’s direction before leaving the two of you with a departing smile, already unwrapping the chocolate bar you had gifted him. 

“I won’t let him out of my sight, sir,” you called after him, mock-saluting, before turning and burrowing into Mickey’s waiting arms once more, greeted with the sight of a bunch of orange-hued blooms held in fine-boned hands. 

“For me?”

Mickey’s nodded, offering you the fiery marigolds, insides warming at the look of adoration on your face at his gift.

“Thank you, my love,” you murmured. “They’re perfect.” You took the hued florals in a bunch and held beneath your chin to frame your face, striking a bit of a pose for your beloved. “How do I look?” 

“Like an angel, mi alma,” Mickey smiled, admiring the sunset-hue of the petals against your skin, its contrast to your smile. How had you only been back in his arms for mere minutes, and it’s enough to make him feel like he’s never left? That’s the atmospheric pull of you, he supposes. So like his very own sky. 

You’ve wrapped your arms around his neck once more, reveling in the feeling of him against you, thanking him for the flowers and basking in this moment together, when…  

“Told ya,” Rooster whispered into Mickey’s ear as he breezed by the two of you, “Marigolds are her favorite.” 

Mickey nodded in thanks at his friend as he passed. 

“Good call,” he mouthed. 

Rooster grinned before plucking his aviators from the front of his uniform and sliding them up the bridge of his nose, 

“Adios, you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 

You waved at Rooster’s exit, gently holding the flowers as Mickey slung an arm over your shoulder, his duffel in the other.

You bent quickly to scoop up the absconded posterboard, tucking it beneath your arm and tucking yourself back into your boyfriend’s side.

“What did it say?” Mickey raised a brow at you, nodding to the posterboard under your arm. Was that the Star Trek font? 

“Ah,” you shook your head in mild embarrassment, flourishing the board before the two of you with a hollow, reverberating wobble to allow him to see your greeting of “World’s Sexiest Pilot!” in loud, block letters that did indeed match the Star Trek font – and matched his helmet, in screaming electric blue, embellished with silver streaks.

“It’s a bit much now that I look at it,” you lamented with a sigh. “But I know how the guys get. Egos, and all. I didn’t want there to be any question that it was for you.” You were adorably sheepish about it.

Mickey, meanwhile, tossed his head back with a laugh.

“It’s great, baby,” he reassured, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Though you’re right. Hangman would definitely ignore the design if he thought you meant him.” 

“Oh, well, if you think Hangman would like it…” you made to leave Mickey’s hold, making a show of looking around for Hangman, only to turn back to your besotted boyfriend, shrugging in feigned resignation and easing back beneath his arm. “Don’t see him. Guess you’ll do,” you pecked a kiss to his cheek, your own insides warming in kind as you delightedly take in the flush that blooms across the apples of his cheeks.

Mickey guided you toward the airport’s exit, savoring the feel of your side pressed to his once more as you walked, steps in-tandem as always. 

“Let’s go home,” he whispered into your ear. “I can think of a few things I don’t think Rooster would do that I’d sure like to.” 

–

If you had thought your greeting for your longtime boyfriend was enthusiastic, your golden retriever had put you to shame. Artoo had bowled Mickey over the moment he stepped through the door. 

“It’s my fault,” you choked through your giggles as your boyfriend looked up at you from his place on the floor, as your dog relentlessly endeavored to clean Mickey’s ears. “I told him you were coming home today. And you know that I think he can understand us.” 

It was silly, Mickey thought, watching you watch him play with the dog, to have been worried in the first place. The anxiety of traveling, of seeing you again after so long. The annoying, persistent little jab of fear that he wouldn’t be able to gel back into your lives – that he had missed too much while he was away… that you had developed a routine without him…. Learned only how to live with the absence of him instead of with him… But it was incredible, he thought – How you were able to make it all melt away as you guided him into your shared space. Into your forever home, together. 

Your beachside home smelled just as he remembered it – sun-warmed earth, coffee grounds, and the clear smell of ocean air. The accent wall in the living room was the same earthy, terra cotta color you had picked to remind yourself of gardening all year round, offset by the sweet creme color of the remaining walls and the slate blue of your overstuffed couch. The mirror that hung along one wall still caught the late afternoon sun as it poured in, dazzling the room with beams and prisms of natural light. Your laptop was set up at your workstation in the corner of the dining room table, haphazardly-tossed sketchpad teeming with design proposals. You had left the blender out on the kitchen counter, likely in your haste to get to the airport – the vestiges of your morning protein shake congealing at the bottom. It was lived-in, comfortable, comforting. A space that you had made a home, waiting for him to weave his way seamlessly into when he returned. 

“So?” you padded behind him, having left him with Artoo while you had taken his duffel to the bedroom and waited for him to kick off his boots by the sunroom door. You rested your chin on his shoulder and took in the living room from his perspective. “Does it pass inspection, Lieutenant?” 

Mickey snorted, turning and guiding your arms to wrap around his waist. “I’d need to see the rest of the premises, I think. Specifically, our bedroom?”

Our. 

You quirked an eyebrow at your boyfriend. At his sweet smile and swirling, Bambi eyes. The curls you loved to lose your fingers in, loved to braid on lazy mornings together were long-gone, shorn and replaced with a regulation buzzed-cut that you still loved, even if it meant you wouldn’t have hair to tug when… well….

And you'd pondered on the kind of love you'd read about in novels. The sort of novel a sixteen-year-old girl would sneak beneath her pillow, the better to dream of romance with. Like some sort of amorous osmosis. The fact that the man before you personified that rosy, sunny feeling you’d hoped one day to feel – that you’d found something you could recognize in another. Well, you meant to capitalize. 

“Aye, aye, sir,” you lilted, propping forward on tip-toes to brush your lips along Mickey’s. “You’re not going to make me beg for it, are you?” 

“That all depends on you, cielo,” he rumbled, taking in the sight of you before him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Now lead the way, cadet.”  

With that, he gently patted your rear, ushering you forward, down the hall on slippery-stockinged feet to your shared bedroom that he hadn’t seen in months. You were biting back your lilting, champagne giggles as he chased you down the hall, pulling you into your room with him, and toppling the two of you onto your cloud-like, powdery comforter. 

“Baby,” you gasped as Mickey rolled himself over you, meeting your lips with his own in a firm, honeyed kiss. 

This feeling, so sweet, that you could almost taste it when your beloved slipped his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss, a true saccharine sacrament. And just what type of sweet it was, and how could you describe it… 

Mickey kissed like …. Like the feeling of warm honey meeting your tongue when you take your first sip of well-loved tea. Or the feeling of sugar between your teeth as cotton candy dissolves on your tongue – cloudlike, yet textured. 

All was sunset-hued as his lips moved over yours, his hands coming up to cup your face, to trace every bit of you, to feel you as he tasted you, caging you into the cotton softness of your comforter as his warmth rolled over you like a summer storm.

And you knew he wasn’t home for good. A sad reality that made you want to savor every moment he was home with you, that made you resolved to taste him, to feel that sugared sweetness as often as you could – 

But, as your beloved trailed his hands to your hips to toy with the hemline of the soft cotton t-shirt that you had tucked into your jeans, you knew you had to stop him… at least, momentarily. Lest he get ahead of you when you had planned for your surprise. 

“Baby,” you gasped again, palms flat against the starchy front of the uniform Mickey had been traveling in, “I know you’re gonna kill me, but you have to give me a minute.” 

With that, you gently pushed, causing his warm lips to part with the skin of your neck – and when had they gotten there? 

“Cieloooo,” Mickey groaned, part in exasperation, part in warning, as his hands cupped your waist, his warm skin burning through the thin material of your t-shirt. He brought a hand back up to caress your jawline with the backs of loving fingers, elongating your neck so he could press another kiss there before tucking your chin down to allow his eyes to search your own. “What could be so important?” 

“I promise,” you skimmed your hands over his cheeks in kind, drawing him in for another full kiss before gracefully extricating yourself from beneath him. “It’s worth it. Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.” 

With that, you closed yourself into the en suite bathroom, your reunion surprise for your beloved tucked into a fabric drawstring bag you had left for the occasion.

You changed into the lacey lingerie that you pulled from the bag, shimmying your way into the straps and lace that adorned your curves. 

Once you were satisfied that everything was in place, you fluffed your hair in the mirror, eager to see your beloved’s reaction. 

Before walking through to the bedroom, you rested your ear gently along the door to see if you could hear him, only to be met with the silence of your home. 

Perhaps Mickey was patiently (impatiently) awaiting your return with a warm expanse of newly-exposed tanned skin and bated breath. Perhaps he would gasp when he saw you, bedecked in your soft, floral lace. Perhaps he would let you take control, guiding his hands to where you wanted – no, needed them most after months with nothing but your memories of him, your own hands, and the occasional clandestine, dirty FaceTime call. Perhaps he would let you ride him, his hands clasped to your hips, guiding you both to your respective peaks as his mouth trailed every part of you he could reach.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps…

But what greeted you on the other side of the door was not any of your supposed perhapses. 

Instead, your Mickey, having shucked his stiff uniform, which now lay pooled at the foot of your shared bed, had tucked himself into the comforter in preparation for your arrival. His bicep bulged where he had tucked his arm behind his head, all the better to see you with when you emerged from the bathroom… 

And there he was, asleep. 

You chuckled to yourself, gazing adoringly at the sweet sight of Mickey’s chest, gently rising and falling, his eyes closed, enviable eyelashes fluttering against pretty, prominent cheekbones. You  scooped his uniform quietly from the floor and into your closet hamper before turning back to him.

Funny, you thought, as you eased your way in beside him – all thoughts of racy, lacey fun with Mickey slipping from your mind as you allowed yourself to curve around him and bask in his warmth. It was funny how he called you cielo, alma, angelita… when he was the one who looked so like an angel as he slept. 

Your last thoughts were of him as you drifted off. And weren’t they always? But the very real feeling of him next to you, of his chest beneath your stretched arm, breathing easily in the restful sleep of someone comfortable at home … It was perfect. As you held him and cuddled into his side, you were struck with how this was so much better than what your mind could conjure in your nights alone. 

This was tangible, palpable, genuine. 

You closed your eyes against the late afternoon sun and allowed the warm, cinnamon scent of him to invade you, visions of marigolds and planned sunset beach picnics dancing in your head as you gave in to the static fuzziness of sleep.

–

You dreamt of him.

… Were you dreaming? Or was it real? 

He hmms into your neck through the smile you know to be there in the darkness of your bedroom – a sweet and honeyed little noise, like the tufty soft buzz of bee's wings. And there, now … you feel his lips part, warm, silken and amorous, before pressing against the column of your throat. Loving the feel of his kisses along your skin, as only his could feel. Radiant and true. You were sure it wasn’t just a dream now…

For you could feel him everywhere. Through your haze of sleep now rapidly-fading. You were swaddled in the dim lighting of the room and the veritable TV static that was the prickling vestiges of your sleep, and your own climbing, buzzing pleasure at Mickey's attentions.

Your love, on the other hand, was wide awake. Surging over you like a wave at sea, gentle at first, and then all-consuming – as though he were a slave to your moon's gravitational pull. No choice but to cover you, devour you in loving sweetness. 

His warmth surrounded you as he pressed tender kisses into whatever skin he could find in the darkness of your room during the witching hour. 

First was the skin of your wrist and the minimalist sun inked there – a tender question placed at the site of your matched dedication, something to gauge your wakefulness against his own desire. At the pleased hum emanating from your dreamy throat, he continued… trailing his way up your bared arm with intentional, insistent presses of his lips. Urging you into ever-present consciousness with his lips.

Mickey's nose skimmed the regal curve of your shoulder, along your collarbone. Delighting himself in the way your skin felt along the velvet warmth of his own – something he could never fully appreciate in the depths of his own imagination when he was away.

Nothing like the real thing, baby.

And he was content to repeat the process, allowing himself to slide down to begin anew with the skin of your hip, kissing along the ridges of your ribs and allowing himself to drown once more in the feel of you.

Was he the ocean, or were you? Desirous, greedy, wrathful as it was… 

Mickey brought himself up to you, chest-to-chest, as you stirred, reveling in the feel of your chest meeting his own with every heaving inhalation. The soft lace of your lingerie brushed his chest, catching the curves and edges of his skin, tickling and teasing as though you meant it. And perhaps you did, your smile coy, sleepy, sweet.

“Is this for me, my love?” Mickey murmured in the low-light of your bedroom, toying with the bra strap that had slid down your shoulder in your sleep, admiring the contrast of the white lace against your skin. “Te ves como un ángel.” 

“It was your surprise,” you breathed, urging yourself ever-into wakefulness as Mickey bent to kiss your neck, trailing his fingertips from your arm, over your clothed breast, and down, down, down, to rest on your hip.

Mickey's fingertips are honeyed. They drag along your skin, sticky with desire … leaving a tingling trail where he's touched you, enough to drive you to absolute madness, fully awake now. 

With no thought but the desire to see if he tastes as good as he makes you feel – thick honey and cloves, sweetly heavy when you grip his wrist and bring his fingers to your lips, taking them into your mouth – nectar. 

Mickey groans as you suck on his fingers. He is devotional, devout, and ever-enamoured with you, and if the kissing and touching to urge you into wakefulness didn’t leave him half-hard already, the sight of you, eyes heavy-lidded with sleep and stardust, lips pouty and sinful with the feel of his fingers in your mouth, warm, wet, enticing … was enough to get him the rest of the way. And it had been so long since he’d had you, how a man could be expected to wait, he didn’t know.

He smiles into your skin – million-watt, apparent to you through the curve of his lips against your skin.

"I love it. You're pretty," he murmurs. "So pretty, mi cielita linda."

You released Mickey’s fingers from your lips, pressing a kiss to his open palm, and make to guide his hand down your body, your eyes adjusted to the dark of the room now, appreciative of the curve of your love’s body above yours, the curve of his biceps, the feel of his torso against yours. And it had been so long since you’d felt his touch rather than imagined it. How you could be expected to wait, you didn’t know. The promise of his touch against your skin, of his kisses to your neck and shoulders in the darkness of your shared bedroom, was enough to dampen your panties, to urge in the slow, pulsing ache between your legs. 

You guided Mickey’s hand down to your center now, allowing his fingers autonomy to explore you. And for his part, the resulting groan Mickey emitted at the feeling of the damp fabric as he slid a finger over your clothed slit, was enough to cause you to shiver. 

Pleased with himself, and more than a little turned on, Mickey rolled his hips into the bedspread, to alleviate just a little of the tension he was feeling. The two of you had barely touched, and he was ready to bury himself in you, to die if it meant it was with you. 

Gently pushing the white lace aside, Mickey stroked his way along your now-bare slit, pleased at the way your hips involuntarily rolled into his touch, the way your chest heaved just that little bit more at his touch. 

Your silken slickness is a direct contract to the pulsing ache you feel. And he adores you, he abets you, encouraging the pent-up want with pressing, pretty kisses along the line of your throat as he eases a long finger inside of you, beckoning you to him from inside as he curls his finger, allowing you to buck yourself, your clit, against the heel of his hand, your eyes rolling back at the saintly, sinful feel of him. 

“Gotta taste you, amor,” Mickey breathed, pulling down the lacey cups of your bra to kiss along your breasts, sucking your nipple into his mouth as his fingers continued to play with your center. 

You arched your back, urging him down as he kissed his way down your torso, awash in intentional adoration. Chuckling at your chagrin as he withdrew his fingers from your center to pull your panties down your legs, kissing your hipbones as he went.

“Don’t worry,” he soothed, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Mickey rewarded your (im)patience as he kissed along your thighs, the oceanic pull of you rendering him senseless in his singular desire as he urged himself closer, closer to your center, caught in your orbit, the waves of your desire (or were they his own?) washing over him as he kissed you.

You yelped at a particularly invested nip of his teeth against the skin of your thigh.

"Sorry, sorry, amor," he breathed, sweeping an apologetic brush of his lips over the offending spot, not-so-secretly marveling at the minor indentations of his teeth now adorning the fullness of your thigh – all glittering, mischievous nightsky eyes in the low light of your bedroom. Another sincere, soft kiss to the spot, belying his remorse. "We can stop if you want."

"D-don't you dare."

It was so easy, Mickey thought, to give you what you wanted. To kneel before you and acquiesce to your every demand – simply because you didn’t demand. 

It was easy for him to, he knew, when your gratitude was reflected in starry, wan eyes as you gazed down at your beloved, your expression one of idle worship that he drank in. 

It was easy, when you asked so pretty, breathy moans of “please, please, please,” meeting his ears as though you were inside of his mind. 

It was easy, because you were beautiful. And beautiful people have a way of getting what they want, and Mickey understood you were beautiful – made beautiful as you were, and moreso, if he asked you, because he loved you. 

It was easy, Mickey knew, so easy to give you anything you wanted  … simply because he would do anything for you.

Mickey gripped your thighs now, pushing them apart to better bare yourself to him. He buried himself in the cleft of your thighs, the flash of his hot tongue like electrostatic shock, jolting through you from the very center as he licked a long, loving stripe along the seam of your cunt. 

And if you’d thought the first taste of his mouth on you was heavenly – And how was that, when it was him who was tasting you? You were falling in love with him all over again, with every bit of attention he showered you with as he licked you, wriggling his finger once more inside of you and rendering you senseless at the feeling of him pulling you into his depths. 

The feel of him was like the slow drip and drizzle of honey in tea – warm, sweet, tingling. 

Your fingers scraped their way along his scalp, lamenting once more the lack of hair to tug. Nevertheless, your keening moans in the room sounded unfamiliar to your own ears, but you knew, distantly, that they were coming from your own mouth, building within the finite space of your room as Mickey urged you closer, closer to your peak. 

And the feel of his mouth, of his fingers, is divine… wretchedly and wrathfully so. You cursed your own fingers in comparison, cursed the ache you felt in the months of his absence, for they could never quite match the exquisite feel of his. And yet, and yet, and yet…

It wasn’t enough. 

You needed more. As your chest heaved in tortuous pleaser, as you groaned at his attentions. You realized –

You need all of him.

“Mi cielita linda,” Mickey breathed, sitting back on his heels and taking your thighs with him in warm, prayer-like palms, to continue to press kisses to your legs. "I'm wild for you, amor … Does it feel good? When I touch you like this?" 

A villain.

“Please, M,” you keened at Mickey’s tickling kisses. “Please. I c-can’t… I need you.”

He chuckles darkly, like the slow pour of golden-dark, honeyed syrup, slow, low, and full of the promise of something.

"You're sweet," he murmurs into your thigh, trailing his lips to where he knows you want him most, before withdrawing once more. "So sweet."

With that, he releases your thighs, guiding them down to the soft bedspread on either side of him as he lifts himself to his knees, sliding his boxers down his legs and slipping out of them. You made to assist, slipping your hands down your body and to your center, gathering some of your own slick onto your fingers and onto Mickey’s hardness, stroking him with the evidence of your own desire, reveling in the choked noise that caught in his throat. The way his eyes fluttered shut as he paused in his movements.

“Goddamn, cielo,” He surged forward, caging you with his strong arms as he fell forward, capturing your lips with his own, the taste of you as much a tease as his own mouth. 

Mickey broke from you far too soon, as you continued to work him, leaning past you to your bedside to shuffle in the drawer for a condom when you stopped him.

“It’s fine, baby,” you assured, urging him back to you as you wrapped your legs around his tapered waist, your hand cupping his jaw and guiding his lips to yours once more.

“Are you sure, baby?” He asked, wanting to make sure he understood your intention behind the decision to forego protection. 

“Of course, corazón,” you assured. “I just want to feel you."

And you didn’t have to tell him twice. 

"Have I told you today I love you?" he asked, aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you with his length along your slit and causing you to buck, chuckling at your impatience, your impertinence. That wild streak he loves so much. 

“I love you,” you urged. “Now, please, M, c’mon. Don’t you wanna show me how much you missed me?” 

And that did it.

Mickey slid himself into you, rejoicing in the slick feel of you, in the snug warmth of your tightness, ever as though you were made for him as he began to thrust into you, measured, keeled. In the way he knew you liked. 

"Shit, baby," Mickey groaned. "Fuck."

And he’s so desperate, desperate to feel some part of you that he’d mimic whatever gets him closest. But he needn’t mimic. Because, truly, there was nothing like the real thing. Like the very real feel of you wrapped around him, squeezing him ever-tighter.

Of the feel of your thighs around his waist, your ankles locking behind him, urging him for more, more. Your nails along his back, and your breathy moans in his ear, begging, begging – he swears, for him to fuck you harder.

“Oh, fuck, you undo me, Mickey,” you sighed, relishing in the honey warmth languidly sweeping its way through your veins with each of his thrusts. Following the swirling pathway of Mickey’s attentions, the heated, silken traipse of his body along yours, inside of yours.

And Mickey whispers in your ear, incoherent, dirty little nothings as he fucks into you, his body curled over yours, one hand on your neck, his face pressed into the side of yours and his full lips gently brushing the shell of your ear.

And you were an angel, the way you took it, took him. A silver-screen siren, a hazy dream, sent straight from the kind of grainy, overfiltered pretentious indie flicks he'd loved in college. 

Mickey’s thrusts urged you closer, ever closer to the edge as he rolled his hips into yours, the thrust-and-drag of him heavy inside of you, his fingers circling your clit as you resorted to incoherent murmurings for “more.” 

Selfishly, you prayed, he’d give you an ache you'll remember long after he leaves again – never mind the one in your heart that's sure to follow– but you couldn’t dwell on that now as the staticy pleasure of your orgasm started to sweep through you, tingling your toes to your scalp.

You felt your release surging through you, a wave of pleasure pulling you back to your love, his arms wrapped around you just as you tightened around him with a sweet sigh, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as he kissed you, coaxed you through it. 

His own release followed after  the feel of him emptying himself inside of you one you would never tire of, the anchoring sound of his satisfied groan like music to your ears as you guided him to rest alongside you, pleased at the sweat-sheen glow adorning his warm, tanned skin. Pressing a kiss to his bicep, his neck, and his lips once more.

Out of habit, you made to sweep his hair from his eyes, the soft pads of your fingertips meeting the side of his face instead, admiring every inch of your man in the low light of your bedroom.

"You've got galaxies in your eyes, love," you whispered to him, your thumb brushing a soothing, sweeping line over Mickey's prominent cheekbone. “Always in the sky.”

“Yeah?” he breathed back, his eyes sweeping your face, taking you in in-kind. “You have the sea in yours.” He brought your wrist to his mouth to place another kiss to the sun there. “I’m sorry I fell asleep before. I'll make it up to you tomorrow once I’ve had my coffee.”

You tore your wrist away gently to swat his bicep, the little thwack resounding in the relative silence of your bedroom. 

“Oh, don't be silly,” you chided. “You know you were good.” 

“Oh yeah?” Mickey puffed his chest a bit, pleased at your praise. “Then I’ll take power-naps every time before.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you told him. Noting his hum of agreement. 

–

You lie together, Mickey in your arms, legs tangled, as you gently scraped your nails over his scalp. 

“The curls, I miss,” you confessed, the tickling buzz of short hair a strange prickle against the pads of your fingertips. “But this is cute, too.” 

Mickey’s eyes were closed at your attentions, contented. You were almost certain he was moments away from purring like a large jungle cat, a panther, with inky dark hair and eyes made for targeting its prey (he was good at that, after all, being a WSO…). 

“Glad to know you approve, seeing as I didn’t have much of a choice,” Mickey sighed, taking the opportunity to admire your features in the soft lamplight of your bedroom, the two of you caught in the witching hour, the lurch of a late-night-come-early-morning – grey skies dotted with the final holdouts of twinkling, winking stars. 

“Does your C.O. know how cute you look with the curls, though?” you pondered. “Should I write to my congressman?” 

“You’re too much, cielo,” Mickey hummed, his lips turning in a half smile as he gazed up at you in moonlight adoration.

“You love it though,” you replied, bending to press a kiss to his cheek, your hands never ceasing in their movements.

“I do,” Mickey groaned in satisfaction at a particularly rewarding scrape of your nails through his cropped hair. “I hope our kids end up with one-tenth of your tenacity – ready to take on the entire U.S. Navy over a haircut.” 

You brought your hands down from his scalp to his shoulders, kneading the muscles there as he rested against you. What he assumed was a gift for him – the massage– truly a gift for you, as you took every opportunity to feel his skin against yours. A reminder that he was here. He was home. 

You quirked your lips as you worked.

“Our kids, huh?” You queried. “And when is this happening?” 

“As soon as you’ll let me,” he laughed, the radiance of his smile a secondary source of light in your bedroom, blindingly dazzling, as always. “If it’s a boy, he’ll be a Jedi like his father before him,” he said, voice bold, assured.

“You seem to have thought a great deal about this. And this boy’s name?”

“Vero,” Mickey replied, not missing a beat. 

“Ah,” you kneaded a particularly stubborn knot of muscle in his shoulder, causing him to let out a deep groan. “Great hero, a warrior. Good name for a Jedi. And if it’s a girl?”

“Valencia,” he said, sitting up and turning to face you now, allowing your hands to fall from his shoulders so that he could take them in his own. “Our gift in winter. Something we’d share.” 

And you could envision it, you could. An entire life with the man before you, packing school lunches together, planning summertime road trips. Backpacks, bonfires, the whole nine yards. There was never any question that you wanted your life to enmesh with his – to share everything together. 

Still. Wasn’t it always nice to hear that he felt the same?

“I see,” you murmured, voice hitching a bit with the tenderness of the moment, “And you see that in our future, do you?”

Mickey’s eyes were dark, searching as he gazed upon you, appreciating the filtering purple-grey of twilight through your window and how it played upon your features. You truly were his dream girl. 

“Of course,” Mickey replied, voice emboldened with confidence and warmth. Pressing his lips to yours before confessing, “I’m going to marry you, cielo.” 

–

A few short hours and one doggy walk later found you and Mickey in the morning drive-through queue, waiting to pick up your coffee at the pick-up window, Artoo contentedly sprawled along the backseat, gnawing on his favorite Nyla-bone as the two of you hummed along to your current playlist. 

Mickey laced his fingers through yours, resting your joined hands on the center console as the song changed to Sam Cooke’s sweet warble, begging Cupid to pierce his lover’s heart with his arrow, promising to love her for eternity. 

“A lot of motown on this playlist,” he mused. “Any particular reason?” 

“This one,” you sighed dreamily, “… This one I made when I was thinking of you.” 

Mickey turned to look at you, the sunlight glancing off of the lenses of his flattering, wire-rimmed glasses. His worn San Diego Padres hat fit more loosely than you had remembered, thanks to his closely-cropped hair, and the distinct lack of voluminous curls that he would typically need to wrestle in order to fit the hat to his head. He smiled at your admission, sparkling and cruelly-perfect. 

“Sam Cooke makes you think of me?” 

“A lot of things make me think of you,” you retorted. “Be grateful I don’t serenade you with ‘Lovefool.’” 

“You know I don’t mind your singing, amor,” he breezed, bringing your joined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss to the back of yours. “Even if you sound like a bag of angry cats in a hurricane.” 

You arched a brow at Mickey as he took his foot off the brake, inching you forward to the pick-up window.

“I seemed to recall you saying you’d be nicer to me once you’d had your coffee,” you chided, swatting the brim of his hat and causing it to fall over his eyes.

“Well, I haven’t had my coffee yet, amor,” Mickey adjusted his brim and eased his foot onto the brake, rolling down his window before greeting the barista. “So there’s still time.”

He winked at you before collecting your coffees through the window. 

You scoffed, toggling your playlist over to Curtis Mayfield and rolling your eyes in mock-consternation at your beloved, grabbing the cup with your name on it with greedy fingers and taking a deep, appreciative sip. 

The two of you drove off in the easy silence borne of enjoying your respective beverages. 

At the next stoplight, you offered your cup to Mickey, per your tradition. The two of you swapped cups, him taking a swig of your coffee as you sipped his overly-sweetened cold brew. 

True to form, Mickey visibly grimaced at the pungent taste of hot, black coffee on his tongue, shuddering and causing you to giggle at his overwrought reaction. It never changed, and yet he insisted on sipping your extra-shot Americanos, even though he hated them.

“Cielo, I say this because I love you… Is, like, is your stomach lining okay? This is SO acidic. I just don't understand how you can drink something so bitter.”

“I have all the sweetness I need right here,” you leaned across the console to peck his cheek. "Mhmm," you nodded. "Super-sweet."

"Corny," Mickey chuckled, pressing your coffee back into your hands and navigating the two of you back home. "So, is tonight a movie night?"

"Of course," you replied. "The projector is up and ready. You decide – Alien or Predator?" 

Artoo sighs in the backseat, settling in for the drive home. 

Mickey glances over at you, savoring the sweetness of the cold brew on his tongue, though of course it has nothing on the sweetness that is you. 

On this, you both can agree – coffee is nice. But nothing quite makes you feel alive as the person next to you. 

"You're perfect, cielo."

–

Time is cruel. It passes quickly in joyful moments, slipping like cool water through cupped hands in the desert. In moments you wish would pass, it somehow stagnates, stuck like boots in mud during an uphill climb. 

Mickey’s two weeks home seemed to fly by – no pun intended, really, because you knew he’d be flying away soon. And you didn’t want to resent it. Really, you didn’t. You knew he lived to fly. When you stared at the night sky when the two of you were apart, you’d imagine him up there, watching over you. If you’d catch a falling star out of the corner of your eye, you’d wished for more time. For the sky – beautiful as it was – to stop calling your love to its endless vastness. To allow him to stay on the ground with you, for even just a touch longer.

But the sun rose and set, the same way it ever does. And it rose again on the morning Mickey was to leave. 

“I’ll be back before you know it,” he said, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder as the two of you lay in bed together – content to never move, to bask in this moment forever.

His words hang heavy on you, weigh even more heavily on your heart. An ache borne equally of love and pain. Of the promise of a future (which he was clearly planning for), but devoid of togetherness in the present.

"I miss you when you're gone," is all you manage to choke out, voice soft so as not to belay any of the fissures in your heart that are making their traitorous way up to your lips.

Mickey laces his fingers through yours, giving them a gentle squeeze as he pulls you back into the bed, into the warmth of his embrace.

“I know, cielo,” he sighs into your hair, gifting you with another kiss, this time to the top of your head as he takes in the warm, rosy paint of your bedroom walls. “I don’t want to go.” 

“Mickey,” you break from his hold to look at him, to cup his cheeks, the sheets swishing as you turn to face him. “Of course you do. And that’s okay. You’re supposed to love your job. And you… You’ve got your head in the clouds." 

Mickey made to protest, to tell you that he doesn’t love it more than you, when you press your finger to his lips,

“It’s okay, love. I’ll always be here when you get back. We have plans for our anniversary, remember? Disneyland.” 

Mickey had always thought you like the ocean to his sky, parallelled, but so different. Turbulent, soft. Untameable, endless. When, really, you were always with him. 

He removed your hand from his lips, gently guiding it next to his own and holding your wrists together so as to admire the two suns inked on your respective wrists. 

(“Like the twin suns of Tatooine,” Mickey had joked – quick to silence his laughing when you reminded him this was supposed to be a metaphor for your love, and did he really want to equate it to the most uninhabitable planet in Star Wars? You delicately chose to ignore Mickey’s rejoinder that Hoth was the most uninhabitable planet in Star Wars, content that your point had been taken.)  

And whether it was the suns adorning your wrists, or the bunch of fiery marigolds in water next to your bedside, or the theft of his favorite ballcap, you knew Mickey was with you each day. Even if he wasn’t. He was part of your day each day, just as you were part of his, when he affirmed –

“I’ll be back soon, my love,” Mickey rested his head against yours, eyes never leaving your wrists. “We have these because you’re in the clouds with me, remember? You're mi cielo."

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