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[ "Divine Desire" ]

Simeon x Top AMAB!Reader

Summary: Just Simeon and reader having sex and a little play, basically.

Tags: 18+, one shot smut, bondage (at the beginning until half of the scene), anal sex, oral fixation (lots of kissing), explicit sexual content, dom/sub, lingerie/garter stockings kink, teasing/begging, humiliation (light), porn with feelings?, established relationship, pwp

Word Count: 5.8K words of porn

A/N: If you guys haven't noticed, I like writing character x top male reader than afab! or gender neutral. But I'll try more in the future, I guess.

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Simeon, clad in a provocative set of silk lingerie, lies motionless on his bed, bound by silky restraints that only enhance his alluring curves. As the moonlight trickles through the window, its touch seems even more sensual as it caresses his skin.

You smile as you take a moment to relish in the sight of Simeon laying on his bed. He takes in his soft, yet sensual appearance. Simeon is dressed in a white lace lingerie set, one that accentuates his youthful form. It's a sight to behold indeed, especially for you, who has been waiting for this moment for quite some time now.

Simeon's eyes flutter open, slowly, as he regains his bearings, and the world comes back into focus. Something about his predicament doesn't seem quite right, but he can't help but be drawn to the sensation of the soft silk cloth caressing his wrists and ankles. When he notices the dim, moonlight-filled room and the figure looming over him, he gasps softly. It is his boyfriend—you—already in your birthday suit.

"Is this to your liking, my little angel?" A devilish grin plastered on your face. Simeon trembles in anticipation, his face turning a dusky pink.

"W- what do you mean?" he asks, his voice quivering.

He glances down at himself, eyes widening at the sight of him in just a lacy lingerie. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes that he's completely under your mercy. Just then, he is reminded of what you both have agreed on and how he enthusiastically wore the lace fabric earlier. All he can do is watch as you glide around the bed, trailing a finger down his chest softly.

"Simeon, it's me." You chuckle as you rest one of your fingertips on his chin.

Simeon's eyes go wide with both fear and excitement as he tries to struggle against the silky restraints holding him down. He struggles but the more he bucks and squirms, the tighter they get wrapped around his arms and ankles.

"My little angel. So eager. So responsive. So adorable." You lean closer until your faces are all but touching.

"Now, tell me... do you like this? Is this to your liking?" You kiss his cheek ever so slightly, making Simeon's face contort to a delicious blend of shock and pleasure.

As soon as your lips make contact with his cheek, Simeon feels as if his very core is erupting in sparks. Despite his current predicament, he finds no reason to complain as every touch, every whisper, sends pleasure-soaked ripples through him.

He's overcome with a sense of dread, and yet, he's drawn closer, unable to look away despite the growing intensity of the feeling. He gazes deep into your eyes, heart thumping fiercely in his chest. His words come out in barely a whisper.

"Y- yes," he mumbles, his voice laced with desire.

You sigh softly. Simeon looks very alluring as he lies on his bed as his limbs are restrained. The trickling light of the moon that enters the window and candlelight accentuates his lovely dark skin, even more so as the white lace lingerie decorates his skin in contrast. Simeon looks beautiful, perfect, he managed to depict a sexy character from an old man's erotic novel.

"Good, because you look even more beautiful right now." Your voice sounds husky yet gentle.

The gentle rumble of your voice sends ripples of goosebumps down Simeon's spine. His breathing quickens as he feels the heat rising inside his body. He gazes at you, trying to control his breath.

His heart skips a beat when he sees the hunger in your eyes as you check out Simeon's body. He struggles to tear his gaze away, feeling a bit embarrassed at being seen in such a vulnerable position. Despite the feeling, he can't help but feel a burst of adrenaline coursing through his body at the mere thought of your touch.

"Please…" he whispers, his voice shudders from pure vulnerability. He closes his eyes, his voice turning into a breathy murmur.

"I need you," he murmurs, his hand reaching for you but fails, his body craving your gentle touch.

The soft sound of Simeon's voice, begging, sends a slight shiver on your body. "Please" makes you feel proud and excited. You grin mischievously and caress Simeon's cheeks down to his neck, feeling the soft smooth skin under your palms.

"You're so soft." You smile and press a brief gentle kiss on Simeon's shoulder. You stay there for a bit, inhaling the scent of Simeon's body mixed with the smell of his shampoo.

Simeon shivers at your touch, his breath catching in his throat. He arches his back, relishing in the sensation of your touch on his soft, warm skin. He lets out a gentle moan, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels your lips on his shoulder, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. Your breath is hot and sweet on his skin, and it sends him spiraling deeper and deeper into pleasure. He squirms a bit, desperate for more, unable to sit still. His body trembles in anticipation.

Simeon's face flushes a vibrant red as he bites his lower lip.

"Ahh!" he whimpers, his voice laced with lust and hunger. He trembles as you trail more kisses down his shoulder, his body twitching. The feeling of your lips on his skin is making him crave more, the anticipation driving him wild with desire.

"Please," he begs, the words slipping past his lips. "I need more."

"Yes, my love." You shut your eyes as you kiss Simeon's lips.

It was aggressive, hungry, and gentle at the same time. Simeon's lips are soft and moist against yours and couldn't get enough of it. You entwine your tongue against his, tasting every corner of his mouth. While you kiss, your hands roam around Simeon's neck, shoulders, arms and finally rest them on his toned chest. You give Simeon's chest a light squeeze above his lace bra.

Simeon's body thrashes in response, his breath becoming shaky at the feeling of your kiss and touch. The heat of your tongue against his own and your warm breath wafting on his skin are making him wild with need and anticipation. Every part of his body, every inch of his skin, craves more of your touch and your kisses. The sensation of your hand on his chest above his skimpy bra, sends cascading pleasure and goosebumps down his flesh. He lets out a long, soft moan that echoes throughout the room.

"More…" he whispers. "Please."

You continue to squeeze and knead Simeon's covered chest. The feeling of the lace bra's rough texture and Simeon's soft flesh is intoxicating and arousing. The more you stimulate Simeon's chest, the more you can feel his nipples go hard and pucker against your palms.

"God..." You sharply inhale after pulling away from the kiss. Your saliva and Simeon's own have mixed and stained both of your mouths and chins.

"Mhm..." he groans quietly. "Oh..." His voice is hushed as if he's afraid someone's going to catch the both of you.

Simeon pants heavily, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his body writhing in pleasure but also slightly in discomfort. The feeling of your hand kneading his chest is making him ache for more, to have his clothes completely removed. But, the thought of exposure brings a hint of worry to his mind.

"Please," he moans, "I want more..." The words come out of his mouth, breathless and desperate. He wants to feel your mouth and hands on his body again. He wants to feel your touch, your caress. He needs it. Now.

Your eyes glimmer with delight. The sound of Simeon's breathy moans and his desperate pleas for your kisses and touch arouses you. Your manhood throb in response, but you want the both of you to enjoy this new experience. Simeon looks absolutely divine with his limbs being tied up on his bed, begging and ready for you.

"Tell me, Simeon, what do you want me to do?" Your lips curve upwards, your voice slightly above a whisper. A look of mischief and adoration adorns your face. You are glad to have Simeon let go of his inhibitions at this moment. This is a night for you both, a new way to enjoy yourselves in private.

Simeon's body is writhing in excitement, his head rolling back against the fabric of the bed, his fingers clenching tightly on nothing. Your hand has set ablaze his hunger; he craves for more. The idea of doing something this brazen, something he's never done before, is equally thrilling and daunting to him.

Simeon looks up at you, his eyes glazed with a burning lust and hunger. The sound of your voice, the way his body quivers and squirms when you touch him, it's driving him insane with desire.

He arches his back, his chest and stomach twitching and shivering as he gasps. "Please," he pants, "I need you.”

"I want you," he breathes, his voice a hushed whisper. "I want all of you. Right here. Right now. I want to feel your lips on my skin, every inch of my body. I... I want you to kiss me. Everywhere.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at Simeon's desperate response. Your mouth curls into a grin, and your eyes glitter as your gaze never falters to feast at Simeon. You feel your blood rush all over your flesh, your manhood is twitching more as it grows more erect, your eyes burning with pure lust as you look at Simeon's bound body. Simeon's excitement is self-evident under his skimpy lace undies.

With one swift move, you crawl over Simeon and place one knee on each side of his hip, pressing him down on the bed. Your free hand grabs the edge of Simeon's bra, and slowly you remove it, enjoying the sight of Simeon's chest gasping and heaving in hunger and in response to the cold air against his skin.

"That, my love, can be arranged." Your lips curve upwards to a devilish smile.

The hunger in Simeon's voice, the way he looks at you desperately, is making you feel hot and heavy. You never wanted someone so badly before, and you want nothing more than to satiate your beloved angel's desires. You lean down to Simeon on the bed, your tongue darting out to lick his lips in a teasing manner, tasting his sweet mouth once again.

Simeon gasps, the feeling of your hand on his chest and the touch of your warm tongue against his lips sending a wave of pleasure washing over his body. His tongue flicks out, lusting after the taste of your mouth.

His body is arching on the sheets and his legs slowly thrashes on the bed in an attempt to free himself from the silky restraint around his ankles. Simeon is ready to surrender to the pleasure of the night, his mind focused on your touching tongues and your gentle fingers working away at the lace of his bra.

“You taste even sweeter every time, Simeon.” You lick your lips as you stare at his sultry blue eyes.

He stares back, unable to tear his gaze away from his lover's eyes, his mind in a haze of lust. "Love…" he begs softly, full of desperation. "I need more.”

You grin at Simeon, your eyes glimmering with mischief as the two of you stare at each other with hungry glances, the air thick with unsaid words, the tension and anticipation slowly building. The heat of the moment is making your blood pump through your veins, making you want to devour Simeon whole. You lean forward with a low groan, your lips brushing against Simeon's ear as a chill runs down his spine.

"You want me?" You whisper softly. "Then, you'll have to say the words. Tell me how much you want me. Beg for me.”

Simeon's body thrashes frantically, his head tossing from side to side on the bed. His muscles strain against the binds of the silk cloth as all his senses are centered on your body pressed against his own.

"Yes," he pants, the words coming from deep within him. "I want you," he breathes, "I need you." Simeon's voice trembles with emotion and the desire for your touch. "I wanna feel your kiss on every inch of my body, you hear me? I need this.”

He tries to move, to close the distance between the two of you and wrap his limbs around you, but he can't. His bound hands and feet leave him helpless against your seduction.

You shiver at Simeon's reply. You draw back, your look of desire and mischief replaced by one of shock. Then, you smile, licking your lips once again. "Is that so?" You lean down once again, bringing your face really close to Simeon's.

"I like to see you like this, Simeon. Helpless. Begging. Desiring." Your words are whispered into Simeon's ear, making the angel's heart race even more. Your teeth flash, and your lips curl into a lustful, devilish grin once more.

"I've got you at your most vulnerable and I have the power to do anything I want with you." You trace a finger down Simeon's bare chest, your gaze burning with heat and desire. You press yourself against the angel's body, your own hips grinding lightly against Simeon's lace thong-decorated manhood. You lean in closer again, your lips almost touching Simeon's.

"Then, what will you do in exchange for me?" With a devilish twist, you push yourself away, leaving Simeon panting for breath as he stares at you.

Simeon gasps for breath, his heart beating so fast, it's like a bird trapped in his chest. His gaze is locked on your lips, thirsting for your kiss. His eyes flicker around your naked body, his gaze stopping at your hips grinding against him. Simeon's heart thunders wildly in his chest, his body trembling as he stares at his lover.

"My love," he whispers hoarsely. "Don't tease me like this. Please... I need you. I'll do anything you ask, just let me have you.” Simeon gasps as he struggles to catch his breath. His heart, pumping furiously, echoes throughout his ears. He watches you with a mixed look of excitement and nervousness.

"Please..." he pleads once more, his voice quivering. His skin is flushed, his expression lustful, his lips slightly parted. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before he looks at you again.

"Love, please..." his voice above a hushed whisper, "Please, take me now.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as well as you watch Simeon's response to your words. The way Simeon's breathing changes, the way his pupils dilate and the way his lips part in lustful anticipation is driving you even more mad with desire. You slowly start to work on unlacing Simeon's bindings, your smile widening with each knot loosened. Soon, Simeon's hands and feet fall free.

Simeon feels his breath hitch as your hands make their way down to him, the knots loosening slowly but surely. Soon, he feels his hands free. He watches you with a mix of hunger, desire, and excitement, his voice barely a murmur when he speaks.

"God... I..." Simeon's mind struggles to formulate a coherent speech. Your touch is turning him into mush, the feeling of your fingers drawing tantalizing trails down his body making Simeon shiver and groan. "Please," he breathes. "I... I need your touch.”

"Oh, my, your patience and good behavior were rewarded," you tease, your voice brimming with lust more than earlier.

You spread your lover's thighs and you settle your whole body in between them. You glide your palms down Simeon's chest and your fingers trail the crevices of his toned abdomen, leaving a titillating sensation that ripples on his body. You are enjoying this far too much, your fingers tracing more soft trails on Simeon's flesh with tantalizing slowness.

The moment Simeon sees your fingers trail down his thigh and garter stockings, the heat of the moment rises up in flames. His heart races, his breath coming in short, shuddering gasps. Your touch is bringing him to another level of pleasure, and he can't control the moans of desire escaping his lips. His body trembles under your touch, his eyes fluttering open and then shut again. In the midst of this, Simeon's mind goes blank, unable to form a coherent thought. He can only feel and crave for more.

"Oh, look at you, Simeon," you whisper, "your heart is beating so fast. You're panting wildly like a dog in heat, your cheeks flushed, your eyes closed with pleasure and lust. Did you want this to happen, love?" You lean in closer, your lips almost brushing against Simeon's.

"Or are you just surprised at how much I can make you want me?" Your breath is warm and seductively close to Simeon's, and your touch is a tantalizing, lingering caress.

Simeon's body shudders in response to your words, his breath coming in deep, ragged gasps. His eyes flutter open as he stares at your face, his gaze burning with lust and excitement. He watches as you caress his face, your lips tracing a kiss against his earlobe. The touch is electric and makes him hiss in shock.

Your eyes glimmer with lust and desire. You stare at Simeon's flushed face, watching his breath come and go in short, shallow gasps. "Oh my, you really are in need of me, aren't you?" You tease your lover. "Good angel. I think you deserve a reward for your patience."

You grin and kiss Simeon's earlobe before whispering, "You're mine, Simeon. I can do anything I want with you." You caress Simeon's face gently before leaning in to kiss him, your tongue pressing against Simeon's lips.

The kiss from you is a breath-taking experience for the angel. Your lips press softly against his, your tongue licking and gently teasing Simeon’s. The sensation is so pleasurable that Simeon almost loses himself, his body shaking and his breathing quickening as he kisses his lover back.

Simeon's moans grow louder and more desperate. Your hand roams down Simeon's arm, across his chest, and to his hips before grabbing a hold of his ass. You slowly untangle the angel's thong, leaving Simeon with only his garter stockings adorning his waist and legs. You push him down and lower yourself on top, your fingers digging into Simeon's flesh.

The moment the lacy thong falls away from his waist, Simeon's voice is filled with lust and desire. His hips gyrate instinctively against your hips, and his breath catches in his throat at the feel of your bodies rubbing against each other. He stares up at your face with a come-hither expression on his own.

Your lips twitch in a small, sly grin. With a firm and hungry grip on Simeon's ass, you grind against the angel as your mouth curves into a pleased smile.

"Is your body mine, Simeon?" you whisper, "I think you know the answer to that question." You give a quick, hard squeeze on his ass cheeks and then relax your grip. "Your skin is so soft, love," your voice is still hushed in a seductive whisper as your eyes blatantly sweep a lustful gaze all over Simeon’s body.

Simeon writhes like a fish out of water as your hands continue to caress his chest, his abdomen, his waist, his hips, his inner thighs and his soft plump ass cheeks. You are driving him wild with your teasing; and Simeon's desperate breaths make the feeling all the more intense.

The pressure of your body against his delivers him to madness, his moans rising in pitch and urgency. The touch of your hands and lips on his body sends waves of pleasure cascading through Simeon's flesh, sending him further spiraling into a place of bliss.

"You, yes... don't stop, give me more," he whispers, his head rolling back in pleasure, his body begging for satisfaction. His body craves for more of your touch, of you in all your glory, and he's finally getting everything he wants.

Simeon's fingers grab onto the bed sheets as his body shakes, moaning at the sensation of your lips against his own once more. He opens his eyes slightly, his heart beating like a drum. He stares at your face, his gaze filled with desire and lust, his breath coming in short, staggered gasps.

You grin as Simeon begins to squirm more under your weight, his legs opening wide for you. You caress Simeon's thigh gently, your fingers tracing soft patterns over the angel's smooth and silky skin.

"Beg for it, Simeon." your words come as a deep, sultry whisper, the heat of your breath grazing Simeon's skin. You slowly begin to move against Simeon, your fingers squeezing his thigh and your hips grinding slowly against Simeon's erect, weeping manhood once again.

Your caress is bringing him to heights of pleasure that he's never experienced before. "Oh... yes, you..." he murmurs softly. "Yes..." His breath falters as you grind back on top of him. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and anticipation. "Please..." he begs.

You gaze down at Simeon and your eyes glimmer with lust. The heat of the moment is driving you to your own wild thoughts with each passing second. You can almost feel the rush of hormones and your own body's response to Simeon's warmth.

"I'm glad you want me, Simeon." you smile at him. "Because, I sure as hell want you too." This statement is punctuated with a deep, passionate kiss. "You're so sweet. So soft and so warm." Your voice is husky as you whisper this to your lover.

Simeon is unable to form coherent thoughts. His tongue darts out, trying to find your tongue and engage in a game of tug-of-war. His hands wrap around your body, feeling the curves of your form and the hard planes of your anatomy. His breath comes in short, rapid gasps, and his fingertips grip your body.

You smirk at Simeon, your eyes gleaming with desire and his voice a hoarse whisper. "I love hearing you moan and gasp for me," you breathe out, and your fingers tighten on Simeon's ass as your grip becomes more aggressive.

"It's so rewarding, seeing how much you want me." You lean down to press your lips passionately against Simeon's, while at the same time, you slowly, teasingly trace a finger on the seams of Simeon's garter stockings.

"Tell me again, Simeon," he whispers, "how much you want to be taken, in each and every way possible.”

Simeon's body shivers as he hears your husky whispers. His eyes flutter open as your fingers continue to firmly grip his ass, and his breath comes out in short, shallow gasps. He gazes up at your eyes—his cheeks, already flushed with heat, grow even rosier, and his lips curl into a lustful smile.

"I want you," he whispers back, his voice hoarse and breathless. "Please, love... please..." he begs. "I want you to take me hard, to satisfy your thirst and mine. I want you to break me, to claim me. Please, my love, please..." He begs like a desperate lover, his body is screaming for you.

Your eyes glitter in delight as you watch Simeon's passionate pleas. You lean down and whisper close to Simeon's ears, your voice a low rumble.

"Oh, you sweet, sweet angel," you murmured. "You have no idea how much I've desired you. Your sweet, soft flesh, your supple body... I will take you in every way possible. In every possible position imaginable. I will ravage your tender flesh and leave this bed a pool of pleasure." you sigh, your eyes burning with desire. "I've wanted this," you whisper.

Simeon's mind clouds with lust as he hears your low rasps. He stares at you with his eyes half-lidded, his body trembling in want and desire. His breath comes out in rapid, excited breaths as you kiss his neck and trails your lips lower. With each breath, his heart beats louder, his body thrills with desire, and his fingers twist into tight, clenched fists as his fingers squeeze the sheets in pleasure.

You grin at Simeon, your lustful gaze fixed on your lover. You move your hands back, leaving a trail of kisses on Simeon's soft skin once again. After a moment, your lust takes hold of you as you grab Simeon's waist tightly, pulling him even closer. Your lips come crashing down on Simeon's, your tongue exploring the angel's mouth with hunger. You devour Simeon's body with your kisses, your fingers tracing a trail of lust as you move them up the angels' legs.

"Oh yes, Simeon," you groan as you tease Simeon's entrance with your soaked tip, "I'm gonna take you now, angel."

Simeon's back arches and his body trembles as you move your fingers closer and closer to his inner thighs. His eyes flutter open with desire and anticipation as they look up into your glimmering eyes. His breath is quick and short, and he whimpers softly as you finally touch his pulsing entrance and teases him with your tip.

His hips involuntarily grind against you as he begs for you to give him the one thing he craves most. "You, please..." he whispers, his eyes locked onto your lustful gaze. "I want it... I want it so bad... I need you…”

Your grin widens even more and nods at Simeon's obvious need and lustful begging. "I'm gonna take you now, Simeon. All of you," you whisper, your voice thick with lust and quiver ever so slightly. "Just tell me how hard you want it."

You chuckle and kiss Simeon's neck once again. Your lips press kisses and you bite him with gentle aggression, your tongue exploring every inch of the angel's skin to add extra stimulation to your touch. Simeon's whimpers grow louder as he pleads and begs, but you ignore his pleas and tease him at your own pace.

Simeon's entire body quivers and his breath comes out in moans and whimpers as he begs you to give him everything he wants. His voice is barely even heard as he whispers your name and begs to be taken. He clings fiercely onto you, his fingers curled against your back, his nails digging into your flesh, your lips still pressed against his neck as he begs and pleads.

Finally, you push yourself fully into Simeon and bring your hips forward and move back again in a slow rhythm. "Mmm," you moan breathlessly, "you feel so good, Simeon. I need you... God, I need you."

The moment you push himself fully into Simeon, it's as if his entire world comes to a standstill. The heat of your touch envelops him in an overwhelming haze, leaving him breathless and unable to think clearly as his brain reels in pleasure.

"Ohh…" he murmurs seductively, the heat of the moment getting too much for him. "Mmm, god. I need... I need you too…”

You thrust deeper and hold the angel's hips down, your touch filling Simeon with pure ecstasy. "That's it... That's it, Simeon." You start to roll your hips slowly and sensually, pleasing yourself and Simeon at the same time.

His body arches back under the force of your touch, pressing his own flesh against yours as he begs for you to move faster, to give it to him. "Yes, please, god! Yes, harder! Harder!”

His whimpers grow louder and louder, becoming pleas and urgent demands. His body trembles from pure ecstasy, his hands clasped together and clinging desperately to your back as he begs for more.

Your eyes are filled with excitement as you watch and feel Simeon's eager and passionate reaction to your touch. Your muscles flex and your heart pounds with pleasure. You move your hips faster, teasing Simeon with a faster pace before slowing down again to a sensuous rhythm.

"Harder, please!" Simeon lets out a loud moan as you speed up your movements even more. His hips arch back, his body writhing in pleasure as your thrusts become faster and rougher, hitting him in his most delicious spots..

"Faster, please! Harder!" Simeon begs passionately, his body shaking as the heat of the moment grows. He grips tighter on your back as he leans forward, his body desperate for the release it craves.

Your eyes glitter with desire and your mouth is agape as you hear Simeon's desperate moans. Your touch is no longer teasing or playful. You are taking Simeon with a force which he's never felt before. You know the angel wants it, needs it, and you are more than willing to give it. You moan softly and plunge your lips onto Simeon's collarbone.

Simeon's body quivers under your touch as he finally gets the full and hard penetration he's been waiting for. He gasps and his chest heaves softly as you push down on him harder. Simeon clings onto you with all his might as he grinds his hips against yours as well.

"Yes, yes, like this... God, yes, harder, faster... harder!" His breath comes out in quick, short gasps, as he begs you to go deeper and faster with your thrusts.

"Yes, Simeon. Yes." You whisper hoarsely. The sudden change of pace sends shivers down Simeon's spine and his back arches as he lets out involuntary depraved moans—which you did not expect from him tonight. Nevertheless, you are both digging this new experience in your sex lives.

"Oh… Oh my god, yes!" He lets out a loud cry as his body convulses under your forceful touches. His eyes roll back as he moans and groans seductively, his body pulsating with pleasure. "Yes, oh, god, yes!" he gasps, "More, more, more... I need it!”

Your face is flushed with desire as you hear Simeon endlessly beg for you to go deeper and faster. Your touch becomes more intense and forceful, your thrusts more deep and penetrating. You move your hips rapidly, filling Simeon with pleasure and lust. You grit your teeth and push yourself into Simeon again and again. You groan and your breath comes out in short, raspy puffs, as you move faster and pound into Simeon with all your strength.

"Oh, Simeon, I'm getting close," you moan breathlessly, feeling the pressure building in your stomach. "Are you ready to be mine? Will you be my good, obedient angel?”

Simeon's eyes roll back into his head as your rhythmic pounding hits all the right spots. His entire body shivers and his legs wrap around you in a desperate plea for you to go deeper. His moans of pleasure grow louder as he gasps eagerly for breath. He begs and begs, unable to control his lust for you.

"Yes, you, take me... Yes, please! Oh, god, give it all to me! Please take me, make me yours!" Simeon begs in his hoarse, desperate voice. Simeon cries out softly under your touch, his body trembling and quaking with pure ecstasy.

"Yes, you. Please, I need this, I want this. I want to be yours." Simeon moves his hips up and down, meeting your thrusts with equal force, eager to let you have your way.

Your breaths quicken more, your eyes shimmer with lust and desire as you pick up the pace, rolling your hips seductively; your thrusts becoming harder, more pleasurable, and more intense.

Simeon's cries grow louder, his body trembling and quaking as you thrash and thrust into him vigorously. His fingers are buried deep into your flesh as his hips move in and out with your thrusts. His gasps get louder but his breath comes in short, shallow gasps and his moans drown out even the loudest of sounds.

"God, oh, god..." his voice above whispers—weak and desperate—as he clings to your body as he rocks back and forth underneath you. "Yes, I want this. I need this. I need you.”

You moan as you hold Simeon's body closer to yours, feeling every inch of the angel as you thrust in and out in a faster and faster rhythm. "Oh, yes, Simeon. I need you so bad. Oh yes, I want you so bad! Take me, Simeon. Oh, I'm... I'm going to..."

You lean down once more, your lips crash deep into Simeon's, forceful yet passionate; just like how your thrusts have become as you reach your climax. Your hands grip the angel's ass firmly under both of your weight, pushing yourself in deeper as your seed spurts and fills Simeon to the brim.

Simeon moans and gasps softly as the moment finally strikes, his whole body trembling under your forceful touch. The angel grips onto your shoulders and pulls you closer as his legs clasp around your waist, his eyes shut tight and he goes breathless. He grinds his hips against yours desperately, his voice hoarse and his lungs beg for more air. "Love... yes… oh yes!"

His whole body quivers violently as his climax strikes not long after yours, his body arching back and his eyes shut tight, bringing his senses into new heights.

Simeon's body tightens in response as he releases. He pushes back against you desperately, craving more of your electrifying touches on his body. His eyes flutter closed and he clings onto your frame as the seeds spill out over both your bodies. Panting softly, Simeon slowly opens his eyes to lock eyes with you.

"I love you." He whispers in between breaths and smiles sweetly.

Your expression softens as you hear Simeon whisper "I love you." Your smile is gentle as you look back at Simeon, taking in every inch of the angel's flushed and exhausted body. You kiss him gently for a moment while savoring the dissipating tingles all over your body.

"I love you too, Simeon," you whisper softly as you roll over to the angel's side; pulling Simeon closer to your chest, covering both your damp bodies with a warm embrace. You hold Simeon close to your frame, never wanting to let go. You run your hands over Simeon's back and down his arms, your thumbs leaving warm trails wherever they go. "You are my love, angel... my precious, sweet Simeon."

"Let's take some rest, shall we?" you hush in a whisper, your voice rasping with fatigue and pleasure.

Simeon wraps his arms around you, embracing you tightly as well. His touch is soft and delicate as he runs his fingers through your hair. "Mine," he whispers to himself. He lays his head down on your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat.

"Mine." The whispers continue as he caresses your body. "It's so hard to resist, but you're mine. Mine, mine, mine forever." His breathing grows slower and less erratic, his eyes closing as he drifts into a deep, restorative slumber.

#obey me fanfic #obey me #obey me smut #obey me oneshot #obey me x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me simeon #simeon x reader #om! simeon

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the-darklings · 2 years

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Matthew calling Wanderer "Lady Dream" killed me dead and the only thing that can resurrect me is a drabble of Dream himself saying it (please)

pairing: dream of the endless x f!reader

wc: 1.2k+

warnings: jealous!Dream if you count that as a warning.

notes: got an idea that's too potent when I saw this, so LETS GO!!!

part one | series masterlist | ao3 |

“I messed up.”

Dream Lord doesn’t pause in his measured stride at your edgy words, his flame-kissed coat trailing after him. The Dreaming castle is abuzz, accommodating additional visitors from different domains, and you can’t recall the last time everyone was this frazzled. Everyone has come together as a well-oiled machine would, but tension hangs thick in the air. No one is happy about the new visitors or their purpose for being at the Dreaming. Dream himself hasn’t had a free second since; indeed, neither have you.

“I highly doubt it,” he replies.

“No, Dream. I did mess up.”

“You have wandered realms for millennia, Wanderer,” Dream reminds, slowing to peer at you over his shoulder. His features soften a touch from their near-permanent rigidity lately. His voice, too, eases into a husky, gentle drawl, “You are familiar with royalty and courtiers from countless kingdoms. A great number of them regard you highly. Your insight and advice in navigating this situation have been greatly appreciated.”

Your unease quells briefly, soothed by his sincere comments. It’s still too easy to be caught off guard by Dream’s attempts to be more open, more appreciative of those around him.

“You’re welcome,” you say softly, forcing down a gulp. “It's hard enough to remember a dozen different customs not to insult the guests. But I wanted to bring this to your attention first. Personally. So you don’t hear it from someone else first or, worse, the narrative gets twisted.”

Dream Lord rotates your way fully, moving closer. You’ve paused in a gallery. A new addition to the castle with multiple tapestries stitched from thick, luxurious cloth that hang across previously barren walls. Each one depicts various panoramas from different domains across the cosmos. It’s been a small, self-indulgent project you’ve undertaken in between travels, but given your recent company, it has gone down better than expected. Everyone relishes their kingdoms being paid homage to in the land of dreams.

“What happened?” Dream questions somberly. “Did someone hurt you? Threaten you?”

Your hands wring together at the seeping darkness in Dream’s voice, fingers knotting. You swallow under his steady, hard scrutiny.

“No, nothing like that. Certainly not with Cori around. It’s just… Cluracan invited me for a walk in Fiddler’s Green and, well, you know how he is. A flirt and an outrageous one.” A forced chuckle escapes you. Dream doesn’t smile or laugh with you. Some emotion pulses through his regal features, tucked from sight in seconds. “He’s a bit odd for a fae, if I’m honest. Surprisingly, he wasn’t drunk this time. So we got talking, and he was rather charming. It took me too long to realise he was, you know, hitting on me.”

You clear your throat, dragging your stare from the walls back to the Dream Lord standing in front of you. Dream’s bearing is stony, tense, his gaze hooded and mouth flat. Those pale irises seem to glimmer in the dusky light of the setting sun.

“Hitting on as in… courting,” you rush ahead, examining the strain in his jaw. “He asked if we were mates. And I think I’ve spent too much time around Hob because I figured he meant pals, you know? Friends. I forgot fae have a different definition of ‘mates’. So I immediately laughed and said: Well, of course, Dream and I are mates. We’ve been mates for centuries. So Cluracan got this intense look on his face—I mean, he gets under peoples’ skin even more than Cori—then actually bowed. And then, well…”

Dream seems to glide closer—close enough to touch, to breathe in, his words a cold caress, “Then what?”

You swallow. “Cluracan said: I must apologise, Lady Dream. I meant no insult with my offer. I now understand why Lord Morpheus refused my sister. I would appreciate it if you did not mention this to him. I would not wish to complicate this matter further.”

A shiver races down your spine when Dream’s arm slips lightly around you, settling on your lower back. “And then?”

His words are impossibly soft, but there’s something about the way shadows pool around Dream’s sloping, sharp features that set shivers skittering down your spine. His hand seems to burn through your coat. There’s something about the tension you discern in each digit, as if he’s holding himself back from dragging you nearer and pressing you to him. He’s done so in the past numerous times, tucking you from sight in the folds of his starlit coat. Quiet, peaceful, cold and hot like those raging stars you sometimes glimpse in his eyes.

“Then he, uh, left.” You don’t dare to move, curious to see what Dream Lord will do next. “And tripped in a creek. Which is weird because I’m certain there’s never been a creek there to begin with. It’s like it appeared out of nowhere. But anyway, I just… I thought I’d better tell you personally because Cluracan seems set on calling me Lady Dream now, and I don’t want you to overhear and take offence to it.”

“Why would I take offence to such a thing?”

You blink at his unhurried, probing question. Dream’s thumb strokes gently downwards—it’s so light, the contact, a mere graze, but there’s such potent power imbued into it you’re as good as naked beneath it, sensing the gesture through clothes and down to your marrow. Your breath wobbles before steadying. “Well, the implication…”

“Implication.” A deep, considerate hum vibrates from Dream’s chest, followed by a weighty, “Does this implication bother you?”

Does it? You’ve never cared for labels. Dream, to you, is everything. Those who matter most are aware of that, so why would anyone and their opinions matter? But they do. Deep down, you’re well versed with power that comes merely from what names you can evoke—whose favour in this vast cosmos you hold. But deeper than that lays a simpler sentiment: if you are his, in soul and name, you cannot be anyone else’s. Until you declare you are taken, then you are open. The brimming, dark scowl and icy, caressing whispers from his lips are displays of discontentment but not at any misstep on your part. But, rather, at the thought of another holding you so close. Another leaning down to touch their lips against yours. At the idea that you would permit anyone else this intimacy.

But there’s a more reticent sentiment to be read in the ancient, weary lines of his unchanging face: if you wanted another, he would not interfere. He would not hinder your happiness if you moved on and found someone else. He would not hinder you even if he wanted to.

You slant yourself closer. “No, I suppose it doesn’t bother me.”

As if you could ever want anyone else but him. Sullen, stubborn, flawed, but yours despite it.

Old ghosts flee from his regard, the weight on his shoulders lightening—a tiniest of smiles curving one side of Dream’s mouth.

He slants closer, his breath fanning against your ear. “Good. Because the title rather suits you, Lady Dream.”

an: Cluracan is a canon character that should appear pretty early on in S2 once Netflix stops being cowards. anyway, here's to hoping and hope you enjoyed : )

#the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman netflix #dream of the endless #sandman fic #morpheus imagines #dream imagine #sandman dream #sandman corinthian #dream x fem!reader #morpheus x fem!reader #sandman x reader #fic: today i bury you in me

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justfangirlstuffs · 7 months

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rain showers from the cozy autumn prompts? either for sea slugs or enthralling you enthralling me? - @clxckwork-sun-n-moon

GREY DAYS

Featuring @scarredlove's sea slug boys. <3

Wordcount: 3050

Grey. It dominated the mid-autumn skies, blotting out the sun with thick storm clouds and drizzly rain. You were home alone, hunkered under a thick blanket, still in your pajamas. You’d felt little urgency to get dressed since, according to the weather forecast, you wouldn’t be going anywhere. It wouldn’t be so bad if it hadn’t been like this for the past two days now. The monotony was getting to you.

Going over to your window, you pried the window open. A misting of rain carried on a light breeze was there to greet you. You closed your eyes and called out with your heart, picturing him in your mind’s eye before calling out his name.

“Sun? I’d really like to see you.”

Moon would likely be asleep, and Eclipse was always touch and go. Sun was typically the safest be, especially during the daytime. You waited for a minute or so, staring out into the gloom as raindrops misted across your front. Pretty soon you were starting to shiver from the chill.

You shut the window, leaving it open just a crack before moving towards your bed, intent on burrowing under your blankets until you warm up again. The squeak of sliding wood announced an arrival at your window. Your head whipped around, expecting to see a flourish of bright reds and yellows akin to a summer’s dawn. Instead, you were met with dusky maroons and pale gold across a backdrop of inky black.

“Oh… hey,” you greeted lamely.

Gold eyes surveyed you as Eclipse cocked his head to the side, the frills around his face twitching in what might have been irritation. “I wasn’t aware my company was that big of a disappointment.”

“No, not at all,” you said hurriedly. “I was just…”

You were cut off as Eclipse’s huge hand grasped the top of your head and playfully tousled your hair. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. Don’t be so uptight.”

“To be fair, it’s hard to tell you’re joking when you look like you’re about to bite my face off,” you muttered.

Eclipse’s fingers grasped around your jaw and bent down so that his sharp smile was gleaming inches from your face. “I’ll only bite if you ask me to,” he said in a husky whisper that rolled through you with the force of an undertow threatening to pull you under.

His low chuckle made you huff petulantly in the face of his antics. He wanted a reaction, and he got it. So, you wrapped your arms around him and bit into his shoulder. A low hiss sounded next to your ear, not of pain, but of surprise.

“I see someone is feeling spritely today.” Amusement highlighted the otherwise dark tones dancing in your ears like a comforting melody. You gasped as you felt teeth dig into your shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to send a spark of thrill and contentment curling in your gut.

“I thought you said only if I asked,” you murmured teasingly.

“You didn’t need to use words for me to know, Angelfish.” His voice caressed your ear, his mouth ghosting over the sensitive flesh, making your skin heat.

Still, you wanted a reaction and you’d gotten it. You’d take the win. “So, where’s Sun?”

Eclipse drew away enough to meet your gaze. “Sunny sends his regards, but he isn’t feeling well. So I came in his stead.”

Concern pricked at your heart like an icepick. “Is he okay?”

“He’ll be just fine,” Eclipse assured, his hand smoothing down over your hair to fix what he’d mussed. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said brightly. “Today’s been… fine.”

Eclipse squinted at you. “Just ‘fine’?”

“Yeah, maybe a little lonely. Bit of cabin fever building up.”

“I can certainly help with that. If you think I make an adequate substitute,” Eclipse remarked wryly.

“I suppose I can suffer your company for a bit,” you returned with a grin.

“Shall I steal you away then?”

“You’re gonna have to catch me first.”

Eclipse’s eyes widened in surprise as you bolted to the door and fled the bedroom. At first, you didn’t think he was following you until you glanced over your shoulder and squeaked out an ‘oh shit’. The slug was surprisingly fast out of the water, and his flowing robes made it look like he was gliding across the floor like it was ice. You scrambled down the stairs three at a time, landing awkwardly but managing to avoid turning an ankle. Even with your efforts, you were barely keeping ahead, turning a corner just in time as Eclipse’s claws swiped for you.

Your downfall came when you fled to the living room, your foot sliding out from underneath you when you stepped on a pile of magazines your cousin had left lying on the floor. A yelp of surprise left you, but before you crashed into the wall, a pair of hands caught you, one cradling your head while the other was secured around your waist. Chest puffing, you stared up at Eclipse whose face was pinched up with concern.

“Thanks for that,” you mumbled.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he murmured, and you were helplessly lowered down onto the carpeted floor. “I’m still debating what to do with you, now that I’ve caught you.”

The words sent a shiver of delight rolling up your spine, causing you to squirm beneath him. In a single motion, Eclipse pinned both wrists above your head, securing them with a single hand while the other tapped a finger against your cheek. Your heart, already accelerated from the chase, went in twofold from the action. You struggled, more experimental than an actual bid for escape, your body pushing and pressing against the constraints that were his body and his hands. The motion seemed to excite him, and you couldn’t help but grin. Eclipse may be the ‘big’ brother, but he was still the baby. He liked having attention just as much as Sun and Moon, even if he was sometimes brusque about it.

“I’m still up for you stealing me away,” you said. Not that you were bothered by the positioning, but the floor was starting to become just a touch uncomfortable.

Eclipse seemed to sense this, as he relinquished pinning you in favor of scooping you up off the floor. “Let’s be off then.”

“Wait, I should probably change,” you suggested.

“There’s a change of clothes waiting for you there,” he told you. “From your last visit.”

“Oh, I was wondering where those went…”

Eclipse kissed your forehead, and you were quick to slide into unconsciousness. When you next awoke, you were in their sea cave, their home. Eclipse said it was a way to expedite travel but… you wondered if it was because they wanted to keep the location of their home a secret, even from you. Which… fair. Everyone was entitled to have a secret or two.

However, it wasn’t Eclipse whom you awoke to, but surprisingly Moon instead who had curled around you a cradled you in the folds of his cloak while you slept. “Hello, sea star,” he greeted with a wide grin.

“Ah, I got ditched,” you said with a mock sigh. “Tell Eclipse my heart is broken beyond repair, and I shant ever recover.”

Moon snickered. “He said he was sorry, but he wanted to look after Sun.”

“Is Sun going to be alright?” you asked.

“Just a stomach ache. Ate something he shouldn’t have. I’d take you to see him but he gets extra cranky on rainy days.”

“And he won’t get cranky knowing you’re hogging me to yourself tonight?”

“He’ll live.”

The cave had been strung with lanterns that glowed a soft sepia, and a woodfire housed in a circle of stones crackled merrily, providing warmth against the otherwise wet and chilly weather.

“Did you do all this?” you asked Moon in surprise.

“Most of it,” he said with a shy smile. “The others helped some.”

You sidled up to the fire to help dry you off. You were always soaking wet whenever they brought you to their home, so you at least suspected that they took you underwater through the ocean to get there.

“Moon, when you bring me here how do you… I mean how do I…” You paused, trying to figure out how to word your question.

He seemed to figure out what you were gunning for. “Breath spell,” he said simply. “Allows humans to breathe underwater for a time.”

“Wow, that’s incredible and super useful,” you murmured.

It didn’t escape your notice that Moon was keeping a respectful distance from the fire. Probably afraid of drying out or his robes catching aflame. Moon once told you that it was their robes that allowed them to come and go from the sea, and should anything happen to them, they would be stuck on land forever, cut off from the sea, from their home. Thus, they safeguarded them and hardly ever took them off.

Once you were mostly dry and your clothes only slightly damp, you shuffled over to Moon who had been fidgeting restlessly as he waited for you. He happily invited you into his space, pulling you back into the crook of his lap.

“Missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling your ear.

“Missed you too, Moonie.” You bit your lip when you felt his teeth gently bite and nibble along your neck, occasionally pressing a gentle kiss over the skin.

“The sea salt tastes so good when it’s on you,” he purred.

“You always were the biter out of the three,” you remarked with a soft chuckle.

Back when they were just little slugs living in your aquarium, you used to stick your hand in the water and wait for them to swim close enough to touch. Moon was almost always the first to approach, and he would weave himself between your fingers and nibble on the tips. You found rubbing a spot just under his ‘chin’ caused him to lazily spin, allowing you to run your finger along the length of his body.

“You never seemed to mind,” Moon murmured, nuzzling against your neck.

“I didn’t,” you answered honestly.

With a mischievous grin, Moon took one of your hands and brought it towards his mouth. Your cheeks heated and your heart skipped when he took one of your fingers into his mouth and softly bit. It was a little unnerving, having your fingers in between teeth that looked like they could serrate through a cinder block. However, you trusted that Moon wouldn’t do something so vicious as to bite off your fingers. He was always sweet and gentle, even if he had a bit of an impish streak.

“I’d like to go swimming with you sometime.” The statement was more a request than anything.

“Mm, sounds like fun,” Moon chuckled. “I can chase you through the seaweed beds and kelps forests.”

“Not sure how much of a chase it’ll be considering you boys can easily outswim me,” you remarked with a laugh. “But yeah, I’d love that.” You reached under his chin and gave it a soft scritch.

Moon’s eyes dilated and he let loose a rumbling purr, flipping onto his back with you on top. You squeaked in surprise and he grinned up at you. “Do that again.”

—

At some point, during your cuddles with Moon, you passed out again. You hadn’t meant to, but whenever he started humming at doing his light show, you couldn’t help it. Considering you had a touch of insomnia the night before, the added sleep was nice and left you feeling more refreshed. Even though you didn’t hear the rain anymore, the low rumblings of thunder still reached your ears. Opening your eyes, you found that once more your partners had changed during your time in snoozeville.

“Did you have a nice nap?” a warm voice asked.

You lifted your head to find you’d been making a pillow of Sun’s lap. His long fingers were stroking through your hair, threatening to lull you back into a dozing state. The fire Moon built had burned down, leaving only smoldering embers desperate to hang on and stay alight. Judging by how dark the sky was, it was nearing the evening time. Just before Sun was usually due to start winding down in his activities.

“How are you?” you asked, your concern resurfacing. “They told me you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’m doing better,” he said softly. Though looking at him, he definitely seemed off. His colors were far less lustrous than usual, and his eyes typically gleamed so brightly were dim. But he smiled that sweet smile at you. “Besides, I couldn’t let those brutes have you all to themselves. Do you like your gift, by the way?”

“My…” The question trailed off when you noticed that something dangled from your wrist that wasn’t there before. You stared in amazement as you found a chain of sea shells, pearls, and a sea star glimmering around your wrist, threaded by an elastic band.

“Did you make this?” you asked in astonishment.

“Yes,” Sun said proudly. “It took me a bit, but each piece of that is from a willing donor.”

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” you said, trying to find better words but failing miserably. “I love it.”

“I’m glad… and I’m sorry,” Sun murmured. “I wanted to see you. I just… didn’t want you to see me so…” He hummed, absently brushing a hand over the array of appendages surrounding his face. “I’m supposed to be your Sun. Your little ray of happiness, even when things are at their darkest.”

“Sun…” You reached out a hand but stopped. You grabbed your water bottle, spraying the water over your hands to clean them. “May I touch you?”

A faint smile passed over Sun’s mouth as he reached his hands out your clasp yours. “My precious pearl is so very thoughtful.”

You gently squeeze his long fingers. “It’s okay to have an off day. I have them all the time. You’ve helped me through a lot of them. So, I’ll gladly help you through yours.”

Sun effortlessly pulled you into his lap, enveloping you in soft folds of butter yellow and cherry red. He took one of your hands and brought them to one of his rays. “You can feel them… if you like.”

You carefully brushed your fingers over the delicate appendage, and it twitched against your touch. The texture was incredibly sleek and smooth and the more attention you gave it, you could hear a rumbling purr building within Sun’s chest. His large hands combed over your hair, rubbed over your back and brushed over the exposed skin of your arms and legs.

The explorative touches made you smile, once more thinking about Sun’s tank days. You had learned fairly quickly that you had to let Sun come to you, to let him be touched how he wanted. Then, once he felt like he was dominating the situation, he wouldn’t stop brushing and nuzzling your hand until you pulled it out of the tank and he would wriggle in his sluggy form of an indignant pout. Not a whole lot has changed on that front, but lately, Sun was getting better about letting you touch him. So long as your hands were clean first and you gave him fair warning. As for him, well… you basically gave him permission to touch as much as he pleased, so long as he was willing to back off when you became uncomfortable.

You shivered when his cool fingers snuck beneath the hem of your shirt, pressing over the curve of your stomach and the arch of your back. “You’re so warm,” he mrumured, his purrs thrumming through your body. You were turning into putty between his fingers as they fondled and caressed you in their gentle exploration. His hand splayed over the bare skin of your back as he hugged you flush against him. Your heart knocked loudly in your ribcage as you felt like you might disappear amongst the swaths of color that surrounded you.

“S-Sun…” You bit back a groan as his fingers gently pressed into your taut back muscles. As much as you wanted him to do it again, you weren’t quite ready for him to go any farther. “That’s a bit much.”

Sun hummed his disappointment, but his hands slipped out from beneath your shirt. “Apologies,” he said, keeping his hands busy by cradling your face. “I got a bit enthusiastic there.”

“I love your enthusiasm,” you told him, smiling in reassurance. Leaning up, you gave him a soft peck on his cheek.

The rays around his face twitched and almost seemed to curl towards you. Those eyes, they were gleaming again. So bright and endless, like the sea. You could swim in those eyes. Or drown in them. Titling your head back, Sun pressed his lips to yours. His usual eagerness was absent, instead chose to slowly savor your kiss. It wasn’t long before you felt that drunken giddiness and your hands grasped at the air, only for Sun to catch your hand in his and hold fast to you, keeping you from sinking too far too fast.

Your whole world tilted, and when your mouth was at last relinquished, you found Sun lying back on the sand with you lying atop his chest. “I’m tired,” he murmured.

“That’s okay,” you said, relaxing against him. “I’ll stay if you want.”

His fingers raked through your hair before rubbing lazy circles over your back. “I’d like that very much, pearl.”

The two of you lay there, just soaking up each other’s presence. Occasionally Sun would say something, and you would answer, but you knew it was just him trying to keep you entertained when he didn’t need to. You didn’t mind at all when he dozed off, trapping you in the folds of his arms in the process. So much for that change of clothes.

As you lay there, you started to sing the ‘rain, rain, go away song’. Sun’s arms hugged you closer, a content sigh humming through him and through you, eliciting visions of sunlight rippling through water. Reminding you both that no matter how grey the days were, the sun would shine again.

#fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #sun x y/n #sun x reader #moon x y/n #moon x reader #eclipse x y/n #eclipse x reader #sea slug au #justfangirlwritings #cw biting #cw suggestive

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sleepizaddi · 9 months

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Tonya can’t believe her new curves! She was skeptical when Michael told her about the Changr app, but since *everything Michael says is true* she decided to give it a shot. At first she wasn’t sure what to try but when she remembered that *Michael loves dusky, husky, bubbly babes* it was so obvious!

Now she’s in love with her new body, and has the ditzy, carefree mind to match. Since *making Michael happy makes me wet* she’s been sending him a stream of lewd selfies and playing with her sloppy box and big bouncy titties. Now he’s coming over and she can’t wait to make him even happier!

#tf #short

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comatosebunny09 · 11 months

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deep-fried | u. tengen

summary: he’s spoken to you in passing. friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. he can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your hips must feel. how cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name. genre: modern au, romance cw: mentions of alcohol, language, black female reader, suggestive themes, stream of consciousness, incomplete

Darkness swaddles him as the wind howls beyond the confines of his truck.

It’s quiet inside, save for the lazy purr of his Ram and the melancholy music spilling from his speaker. His grip on the steering wheel is lax as he creeps through his drowsy neighborhood, headlights shining off windows shut tight.

The clock on his display reads 10:37. Another night spent rotting away in his office. He rolls out the kinks in his neck. Exhaustion leaks down his shoulders, curling around his bones and puddling at his feet.

The day wasn’t kind to him. He spent it in and out of meetings. Deals fell through. Clients were no-shows. He had to lay off a few of his strongest employees at the urging of his superiors to compensate for the company's financial imbalance.

All he wants now is a stiff one and the chilly clutch of his bed. Just wants to throw this week in the backseat along with his briefcase. Maybe he’ll scrounge up some three-day-old stir fry from his fridge before he hits the sheets.

But then it’s there, burning in his peripheral when he rounds the corner: orange and blue flames dancing in the wintry gale. Golden swatches of light bounce off your features, highlighting the smile rounding your lips.

“What the...fuck?” Tengen rasps. He rolls the window down halfway and turns his music to a dull murmur. Slows to a stop, brakes squealing. He props his arm on the steering wheel. Your chuckle follows. Warm milk and honey to his ears. He finds your smile infectious, his own canting his lips.

“Howdy, neighbor!” Your voice is husky. Flirtatious even. You sit on your cozy outdoor sectional with a bottle gleaming in your fingers, raised to him in greeting. The breeze carries the oaky scent from your fire pit, reminding him of log cabins and days spent amid the snow.

“What’s this all about?” he asks, chin nestled in his palm. Surprised by how easy it is to skip formalities with you like he’s talking to an old friend. He’s not enamored. There’s no way.

He’s spoken to you in passing. Friendly greetings and excuse me’s when he bumped into you at the grocery store. Simple conversations after running into each other at the gym. He can’t deny entertaining the thought of how soft your body must feel, though. How cute you must sound, tongue curling around his name in that Southern twang.

You stand, thighs thick even beneath the slouched fleece of your sweats. Throw your arms up, your sweater flashing a slither of smooth, dusky skin. His mouth waters. It takes all of him not to bite his lip.

“Shoooot! I made it through another week!” Your grin is lopsided as you rock to the mellow tunes flowing from your speaker. He falls deeper into your web, chuckling. He’s envious of your carefree nature. Wishes he could bottle it up for use on a rainy day. “Care to join me?”

The offer is tempting. Sure, Tengen planned to drink himself into a stupor. But your body language beckons him, and your finger curls in a come hither gesture while you dance like a tipsy fool.

Fuck it. He could use a little respite.

His reply comes as easy as breathing in and out. “Gimme a sec to get out of this monkey suit, and I’ll see how I feel afterward.”

You giggle. Do an accomplished jig around the fire. Tengen can’t help but laugh as he slides off. You’re adorable in your own right.

Excitement wriggles into his fingers as he slides into his driveway. Soon after, he slips into his house, toeing his loafers off by the door. Shimmies out of his coat, making a beeline for the shower, blood pulsing in his ears.

He carries the aroma of rosewood and smoke with him when he sidles up to your patio 30 minutes later.

Tries to play it cool, hands shoved in his pockets, though his chest is afire. Pretty thing like you hankering for his company. He should be so lucky.

“Drink?” you offer, your tone heavy with inebriation.

Corona. He’s not the biggest fan. Prefers the sting of something sour, but he accepts it on his way down onto the cushion beside you, anyway. Tengen sits back in an easy slouch, draping his arm across the headrest. His rings clack against the glass as he brings the bottle to his lips, condensation dripping onto his turtleneck.

For a while, nothing but the sounds associated with nighttime fill the space between you. The fire pops and fizzes. Crickets chitter in the distance. Trees shiver in the breeze. A dog or two barks somewhere far off. Tengen falls prey to the inner workings of his mind before rustling fabric brings him back to the present.

“What's wrong, suga?”

His gaze drifts to you, angled towards him. Your vibe is maternal despite the distilled wheat wafting off your breath. Must be that Southern hospitality everyone talks about. He sighs with a drop of his shoulders, taking another swig. “Just another day at the office.”

“Wanna talk about it?” You lean closer. Fill his nose with the fragrance of cracked vanilla beans, heat rolling off you in waves. He finds himself disarmed around you. Nerves flare when your tiny fingers brand his quad, scorching him to the bone.

“Not really,” Tengen husks, lost in the idle stir of your eyes. He feels like he could tell you everything. But for now, he’s content with soaking up your presence. Hasn’t had a lady friend for some time now, having fully embraced bachelorhood.

“That’s alright.” Give his thigh a squeeze, irises twinkling with something indiscernible. The shadows cast by the fire shroud your intentions. “Just know that whatever storm you’re weatherin’ is temporary. ‘sides, it’s the weekend! It’s time to turn up!”

He chortles at how quickly the mood shifts. At your goofy little dance, taking another sip of his beer. His hand engulfs yours atop his thigh, entranced by the smoothness of it. He could get used to this. Get used to you.

The air feels lighter now. It’s easy to slide into meaningful conversation, throwing back a few more beers as the night eases into the wee hours of the morning.

At some point, he finds himself nestled in the plushness of your sofa inside.

The lights are turned off, the only illumination coming from the silvery moon peeking through your blinds. Sultry jazz tinges the air, chorusing with soft giggles and husky praise. A sheen of desire hangs overhead, intermingled with the smell of firewood clinging to your clothes.

Your thighs are tender in his hands. Doughy like he knew they would be, framing his hips. Your fingers make an unhurried excursion to the hair at his nape as your lips brand his carotid. His responding chuckle is breathless, disbelieving. Vibrates your chest, your breasts warm against the hard press of his torso.

He's grinning like a fool, lids heavy. Can't help mulling over what brought you to this point as his hands engulf the dips of your hips. Sucks his lip between his teeth, his voice a low gravel as you bear down on the apex of his thighs.

#tengen uzui x reader #tengen uzui x you #tengen x you #uzui x you #uzui tengen x reader #uzui x black reader #tengen x black reader #kny x you #kny reader insert #kny x reader #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer x reader

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Such Lovely Fur

Chapter 1

The wind howls horribly as I stagger through the drifts of snow. It tears at my cloak and dress, digging icy fingers down to my bones. My teeth are chattering and I can barely feel my hands as I tug the cloak tight around my shoulders.

I find myself wondering for probably the thousandth time if this whole endeavor is a fool's errand. Many men have attempted this very mission, most have never returned.

What hope does someone like me possibly have?

I pause beneath a rocky outcropping, desperately trying to rub feeling back into my numb hands when I hear the voice. It comes in the form of a song in a language I do not recognize, piercing through the storm unnaturally (though there is hardly anything natural about this storm in the first place).

Were I in my right mind, I would ignore it, but I am cold and delirious from exhaustion. Instead I stagger forward blindly through the wind driven snow, drawn inexorably towards the haunting voice.

What I find is a cage, hanging from a sorry looking tree and woven from rough hewn strips of wood and covered with glowing symbols. Within sits the hunched figure of the singer. Her back is to me, so all I can see is a cloak that appears to be covered in dusky feathers.

“Hello?”

She stops singing and whirls to grip the bars. What I previously mistook for a feathered cloak is in fact a pair of wings in place of her arms, three fingers with wicked looking claws emerging halfway down their length. Curling horns and pointed ears sprout from beneath the raven dark tresses of her hair, framing a face with pale mottled gray skin and a sort of flattened nose and tilted eyes like a cat’s. The eyes themselves… they are jet black with glowing flecks like sparks dancing within.

She… I don't even know if this is a she… regards me hungrily with those eyes.

“Hey!” she says desperately. “Get me out of here and I'll grant you your heart's desire!”

Her husky voice snaps me out of my shock and I stagger back.

“Demon!” I gasp.

Her face falls and she makes a sulky pout at me.

“Please?” she asks. “Judging from the spells inscribed on this cage, there are sorcerers about, no doubt intending to carve out my hearts and drink my blood. I would really rather not be around when they return.”

Still in shock at the sight of her, I stumble backward, turn to leave and…

Her words are finally catching up with me.

She could help me save my betrothed.

“You… you can grant my heart's desire?”

She blinks in surprise and her ears twitch. She crouches in the cage, beckoning me closer. I take a few cautious steps forward.

“That might have been a slight exaggeration on my part,” she confesses. “But it is within my power to grant you boons to aid you in achieving such a heart's desire.”

“What sort of boons?” I ask, trying and failing to hide my shivering.

She makes a pointed glance at my cloak, fine dress and thin shoes, all of which are wholly unsuited for the ice and snow whirling around us.

“Well, that depends on what you need,” she replies. “If, as I suspect, you intend to brave this cursed storm and climb the mountain, it is within my power to grant you such tools to assist in such an endeavor.”

I should say no. I should not deal with demons, caged or no.

I also should not be out here in the elements attempting something so foolish. I am far outside of my realm of experience. I will surely freeze to death or worse before getting anywhere close to the top of the mountain.

“How many boons?” I demand.

A hopeful spark shines in her eyes and she grins, revealing sharp teeth.

“Three,” she says. “Standard package. Very powerful number, three.”

“Just so we're clear, I let you go and you grant me three boons?”

“You release me from this cage and I shall grant you three boons spread over three days of your choosing. I swear it on the skulls of my ancestors.”

She points eagerly to a surprisingly simple latch holding the cage closed. I know very little about magic, such things are anathema in civilized society, but I can only assume the glowing writing on the cage is meant for something like her and not something like me.

Regardless, I am reluctant to get too close. I find a long stick amongst the snow at the base of the tree and poke fumblingly at the latch from a safe distance. After a few attempts, I finally manage it and she comes tumbling out in a great squawking bundle of feathers.

She dusts the snow off of herself, revealing great birdlike feet with wicked talons and a whip-like tail that lashes excitedly behind her. She uncurls her body to full height and extends her wings in a languorous stretch.

I am not a short person, but I find myself dwarfed by her. At full height, she is nearly a full head taller than me, and her outstretched wings are nearly twice that height.

She cracks her neck and folds her wings close, ruffling her feathers and puffing up to ward off the cold.

My heart is hammering in my chest when she finally turns her attention back to me.

“What manner of person are you?” she asks as she begins circling me. “Man or woman? Something else maybe?”

She pauses behind me, craning her neck to get a look down my collar. I wrap my cloak around myself tightly in an attempt to preserve my modesty.

“I am a woman!” I snap indignantly.

She cocks her head.

“Indeed?”

When I was fifteen, my household hosted a delegation of merchants from a land across the sea. I remember them ogling and leering at me and asking the most inappropriate sorts of questions. I hated every minute of it, but the trade interests were too important for any sort of argument my father had told me. So I played the dutiful daughter. I made my family proud.

Out here in the wild, so far removed from any sort of propriety, this demon seemed to possess a genuine desire to understand, without a hint of derision. Perhaps… perhaps I could have a conversation with someone unburdened by any preconceived notions of the dictates of gender, neither from my homeland or distant lands with backwards beliefs.

The old familiar traitorous thoughts send a thrill through me and I quickly shove them aside. It is not proper to question my place in society or my role as a daughter or a bride. Nor is it proper to hold any such conversation with a demon.

(Nor is it proper for a woman of my station to be out in the wilderness such as I am, but these are special circumstances)

“Indeed I am,” I say. “Now tell me of these boons.”

She scowls in disappointment at the change of topic.

“Fine,” she sighs. “But first, answer me this: what is it that you seek? What is it that your heart desires?”

“I was to be wed at the end of summer, but the night before the wedding day, the Lady of Winter came down from her mountain and stole my bridegroom away. He is the nephew of a merchant prince, they are a very wealthy and-”

“You're out here risking your life for a man??” she interrupts. “No man is worth trifling with the Lady of Winter, trust me.”

“I am doing my family a great honor!” I reply defensively. “I will prove my devotion and earn my parents an even greater brideprice than what has already been agreed upon.”

She cocks her head the other way and leans forward, raising an eyebrow dubiously.

“But do you love him?” she asks.

“He was one of my dearest friends when we were children,” I say, forcing myself to meet her gaze. “On my naming day, a soothsayer read our fortunes in the stars and determined that we were a most auspicious match.”

She leans closer, too close now.

“You didn't answer my question,” she purrs.

“What is it to you?” I demand, jerking back.

She smirks and gives a little shrug.

“Nothing to me,” she says. “I'm simply gauging your conviction. These sorts of things come with a cost, and if your head and heart possess different notions of that cost, it can complicate things.”

“A cost??” I sputter. “But I freed you-”

“In exchange for the privilege of receiving my gifts,” she enunciates slowly with a roll of her eyes. “Listen, my friend. I can't make something from nothing, so everything costs something. It's called equivalent exchange.”

She taps her chin thoughtfully and sweeps me head to toe with her gaze.

“For example,” she continues. “A fur coat would serve you well… something nice and cozy to keep the chill at bay. I can't simply pull one out of thin air, I need something from you first.”

“What do you need?” I ask nervously.

“Your skin.”

“My…?”

I recoil in horror and she bursts into cackling laughter.

“Your face!” she wheezes as she doubles over. “You should see it!”

I feel a rush of embarrassed indignance and I'm surprised to find my fists clenching.

“This isn't funny,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Oh, but it is,” she says as she wipes tears from her eyes. “Seriously though, we'll need your skin. The best, easiest way to do this is to trick part of your body into forgetting that it's human.”

I stare at her, mouth agape.

“You mean… fur. Literal fur on my body? You can't be serious.”

“I am,” she says with a wicked grin. “That's how my magic works. How far are you willing to go for this man?”

I think of the pride in my father's face when my brideprice was negotiated. I think of the face of my bridegroom, the way he looked upon me the last time I saw him, the desire and satisfaction that I would soon be his.

I shouldn't even be out here, it is not a woman’s place to conduct such a rescue. If I returned now, empty handed, the dishonor I would face would be unimaginable. It would be far, far worse than if I had never left at all.

For better or worse, I am committed. I am also woefully unprepared and my success is now dependent upon the gifts this demon has to offer.

Fur would not be such a terrible thing, would it? I already shaved my body daily. This would just be one extra step to my morning and evening routines.

“Do it,” I command.

She claps her hands in delight.

“Close your eyes," she drawls, "and try not to think. Don't fight it.”

I close my eyes and stand shivering in the cold. I try to force my thoughts into quietude. It is difficult, with each stray thought I supress, it seems that two more appear to take its place.

I feel a jolt and a tingling feeling spreads throughout my body. I know instantly that it is the demon's magic, writhing and worming its way through me.

Don't fight it. Don't fight it. Don't fight it.

An itch starts at the back of my neck, spreading down my spine and across my back and down my arms and legs. It is not painful, but it itches more and more terribly with each passing second. I clench my fists tighter and tighter as it takes every shred of willpower not to scratch.

Then, so abruptly that it makes me gasp, the feeling is gone and I am left blessedly warm. I can still feel the chill of the wind, but it is a distant discomfort now, as if I really were wearing a thick winter coat.

I crack my eyes open and look down to the backs of my hands. From beneath the sleeves of my dress pale silver-grey fur pokes out, with darker spots like the rosettes of a leopard.

“Oh,” the demon gasps. “Fascinating...”

She steps forward and rubs the back of a clawed finger against the exposed fur on my neck, sending a thrill through me and setting my heart racing.

“Such lovely fur,” she croons.

#my writing #writers on tumblr #lesbian #transgender #fantasy #monster x human #transgender fairy tale #fairy tale #fantasy lesbians #fairy tale retelling #transformation #original fiction

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violetpixiedust · 10 months

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something sweet for sydcarmy that i couldn’t get out of my head

the rigid slope of his sun-kissed nose bloomed a vibrant scarlet as it brushed against the ebony complexion of her petal soft cheek. the delicate curvature of her face was reminiscent of the stained glass cherubs that danced across the evanescent sunlight when it seeped into his weekly aa meetings, undeniably gentle, radiant. honey-suckle curls drooped down to meet hip length braids, framing the divine structure of her body below him, laid atop his rustled sheets. the pair was askew, tangled, dewey with a veil of essence akin to the first morning fire ups at the bear. a husky moan left his cupid’s bow shaped lips, as manicured nails ran down the flushed expanse of muscle peaking through his rare pristine white tee. one calloused hand urgently pushed the hem of her tight red turtleneck up below her concealed mounds, fingers twitching against her unconsciously arched ribs. the other wandered below the little charcoal skirt that had taunted him endlessly during their menu experimentation in his minuscule kitchen that day. barely exposing a flash of ivory each time she whipped around to fetch a knife, paprika, salt, a clove of garlic that had ‘slipped’ off his counter top. a pretty little outfit he knew the woman in front of him wouldn’t be caught dead wearing around the likes of richie, marcus, gary, fak, even ebra- a soprano moan cut off his possessive train of thought, hyperactive mind practically melting into oblivion as his warm lips frantically kissed the exposed underside of her jaw, basking in her light scent of lavender soap and lilies. desperate to claim, claim, claim-

“carmy-“ his denim clad hips unconsciously ground down into hers at the crack of her voice, the sound of his name leaving her mouth like a prayer. the ribbons of their desperate moans intertwined in spite of the ache that pounded down the doors they had once desperately attempted to seal shut.

“syd. oh fuck. fuck! please-“ the wetness that had previously concealed his hazy cobalt gaze trickled down his freckled cheeks, staccato groans swallowed by her plump pout that had been decorated with brunette lip gloss, now smeared across his cheek.

“c-an i-i take this off-?” carmen shuddered as she raked her nails through his dampening curls, waiting not a second after her confirmation to tug the poor excuse of a garment down her sinfully bare legs, leaving a burning trail in its wake. carmen felt his heartbeat pound in his ears, the once dreaded feeling akin to his panic attacks now fuelled by unbridled desire, urging him forward as he marvelled at the sight of the younger girl in front of him. shell shocked as the quick absence of her shirt revealed a lacy lingerie set, ivory, scraps of fabric reminiscent of lacy chef whites barely concealing the most intimate parts of her. transparent enough that he could make out the dusky shade of her nipples through the wispy fabric, her sticky mound. it tumbled out of his mouth before he had the chance to bite it back.

“god, i love you.” and he would have been mortified, hightailing it out of his own apartment to avoid the sight of his sous leaving the bed of her pathetic loser of a boss- had the girl not taken charge, straddling him in under a few moments, fingers encircling his golden chain to hold him steady, as her lips slammed against his in a teeth clashing kiss, a valiant effort in pushing down what apologies would have inevitably come up. her tongue was doused in lambrusco, spurring carmy on as his tattooed arms pulled her impossibly closer to him. desperate to memorize the scent of her, the silhouette of her, the taste of her, before he faced the consequences of his confession. he only went slack when she finally breathed shakily in his ear, hushed, as if she was telling him a secret, missing the glimmering onyx of her doe-eyes as they softened incredibly at the very sight of him.

“love you too, chef.”

#i haven’t been able to stop thinking of them since the first episode #they’re so perfectly imperfect #silly chefs #the bear fanfiction #the bear #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmen x sydney #sydcarmy #sydcarmy smut #carmy berzatto #sydney amadu #carmy x sydney smut #carmy x sydney fluff #pixie’s works * ੈ✩‧₊˚

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sp00pypumpkins · 2 months

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Have a doodle pile that I did while i procrastinate into doing the actual draws I want HAHAHA The last draw is the design of Ollie that my friend karl did, you can find it here!

(also I think I am starting to love my swap guys of dogday and catnap HAHAHA)

#catnap #dogday #ollie poppy playtime #poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #poppy playtime ollie #idk why my artstyle changes depending on the day lmao #i wanna finish a draw and do sillies but DANG i procrastinate a lot HAHAHHA #swap critters #gonna call it that to tag it lol #dusky husky #dawn coon

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betwixtyiff · 4 months

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Betwixt posing on a bed, for someone? For a camera? Who can say for sure?

As done by the wonderful @uiojk7 who can also be found on twitter!

#pokesona #dusk lycanroc #betwixt #my fursonas #pokefur #dusky husky

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blood-darkened-moon · 7 days

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Isolation

Ok, the first chapter of my Alexia Ashford fic. Again, I would appreciate short reviews on whether it is worth continuing or not. I'm not mad if you say it sucks. I just want an honest opinion.

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Chapter 1

December 12

What do you actually write in a diary? I guess I just write whatever comes into my mind.

My name is Samantha Blair, and I’ve been stationed at the Aurora Research Facility for about a month now. This place will be my home for roughly the next 11 months. I graduated two years ago with a PhD in chemistry. This is my new job. It wasn’t easy to get it. After all, there are only a few positions available in this facility. There are 12 of us in total, and my job is to analyze ice and soil samples. It’s summer here at the moment. The sun doesn’t set this close to the South Pole any more, and at night it only gets a bit dusky, which, admittedly, bothers me more than I thought it would. Doug* gave me this journal “so I won’t lose track of time.” I wonder if that will help. At least I can try.

*Douglas Garry, station leader

December 13

Nothing interesting. After breakfast, I set about sorting the samples from the last research team and finding out which of them still needed to be analyzed and which didn’t. So the same thing I’ve been doing for over a week now. What were they thinking? “We’ll be gone soon anyway, let the next team take care of it?” After me, the deluge. Typical. Half of the samples are not properly labeled, and even for those that are, it takes forever to find out what has already been done with them. It’s all in the lab books, my ass. I can hardly do anything with the cryptic notes there if I manage to decipher the handwriting at all. On top of that, I have to pick the measurement data out of disorganized piles of paper. It was all planned differently. They were actually supposed to measure their own stuff, but towards the end of their stay, one device after another broke down. The devices are working again. Now, we’re supposed to carry out these measurements first and send them the results.

December 14

Sorting samples, searching for corresponding measurement data. Nothing new. Jeff gave me a new drill core. At least I was able to take a few measurements today.

*Jeffrey Norris, geologist

December 15

As I was going about my usual business, John* arrived and said that we were going to be hit by a heavy snowstorm in the next few days. According to the weather data, the storm will last for several days, maybe even weeks. We have to prepare the station. So we spent the whole day outside moving equipment into storage rooms or fixating it. I’m still freezing.

*John Bennings, meteorologist

December 16

Dark clouds have gathered. After so many days of sunshine, the darkness, if you can call it that, is a welcome change.

December 17

It’s been snowing since last night, and the snowfall is getting heavier, although it will be another 2-3 days before it really starts. David* expressed concerns about the dogs, but Marcus** said they don’t mind the little bit of snow. Quite the opposite. Huskies love this weather. Marcus looks after the dogs. He will know best. When I think about it, it occurs to me that we are probably one of the only stations left that still uses dog sleds. We also have snowmobiles, but Marcus always says the dogs are more reliable.

Later, we decided who should clear the paths and when. The work should continue if possible. However, if the storm gets too bad, the research buildings will remain closed until it subsides.

*David Palmer, technical chief

**Marcus Clark, responsible for the dogs, thermal engineering, welding work

December 18

The howling of the wind gets stronger and stronger. Eerie. I have hardly slept a wink. At least I’m slowly making progress with the samples.

December 19

I spent half the day clearing paths. It is a Sisyphean task. As soon as I was finished, I had to start all over because everything was covered in snow again. And the worst is yet to come. If it goes on like this, I can forget about work for a while.

December 20

Jeff was on clearing duty today. He also said there was no point. After dinner, we agreed that we would only clear the paths to the important buildings, everything else would have to wait until the storm subsided. At least the dogs are having fun. And Lena. She built a giant snowman. Lena Fuchs is still a student and the youngest of our team, and you can tell. When I see her so carefree, I sometimes think I’m getting old...

The fact that Lena is here is not a matter of course. Normally, students are not accepted for research stays. However, Lena has excellent grades, so she was selected regardless of the usual rules. At least, that’s the official reason. For those who believe it. Her father just happens to have a lot of political influence and a ton of money. It would be a true miracle if he hadn’t set the whole thing up.

She’s supposed to help me with the measurements, but that will have to wait until the samples are sorted and the storm calmed down. In the first few weeks, however, I had already shown her how to operate the measurement devices. To pass the time, I’ve now given her a pile of papers to read.

December 21

We have a visitor. The last thing you expect at the South Pole in the middle of a snowstorm is a visitor. Her name is Veronica Edwards. She is British and works at the Umbrella facility nearby. She says she is a senior researcher. There’s been a virus outbreak. She hasn’t said what kind of virus it is, only that it’s not airborne and that the likelihood of her being infected is low. In general, she kept a rather low profile. However, she said that under the circumstances she cannot stay in the Umbrella facility. If she is infected with something, we can’t let her roam around freely, but not helping her is not an option either, so we put her in quarantine. Actually, that was her suggestion. Isaac* has prepared a room in the northeast storage building for the purpose. She waited in the snowmobile she came in. The building is quite large, and it also has a shower room and restrooms. Additionally, the supply in the northeastern storage building is largely separated from the other buildings, and we can lock an area from the outside. That could work. It was supposed to be modified into another research building this summer, but the modification has been postponed for another year or so. However, it has already been largely emptied. She said two weeks of quarantine would be enough. For the time being, only Isaac and Harry** will look after her. Isaac is our doctor. Harry has volunteered. They will stay away from the rest of us to minimize the risk of a virus outbreak during that time. In case of an emergency, they have walkie-talkies.

We have offered to contact Umbrella and tell them what happened, but Dr. Edwards said she had done that before she left the Umbrella facility. They’ll send people as soon as the storm subsides. If they’re taking so long, that must mean it’s not that bad, right? Or that it’s already too late, and there’s nothing they can do anyway. Shit. We’re not prepared for incidents like this.

* Dr. Isaac Copper physician, and by necessity veterinarian

** Harold Childs vehicle mechanic

December 21 Addendum I

I have to distract myself from the thought that the woman might have infected us all with some deadly virus. And I forgot to write that our new arrival is rather strange. She was at least wearing a jacket, but underneath, she had only put on a long purple dress, high-heeled shoes, and white velvet gloves. The clothes looked anything but cheap. She looked more like she wanted to go to a gala than work in a research laboratory. Who walks around like that in Antarctica? Well, maybe she wasn’t on duty when the outbreak happened. That would also explain why she managed to escape and, according to her own statement, is probably not infected. But even as casual wear, her outfit looks pretty bizarre in a place like this.

She had to wait quite a long time in the snowmobile until the provisional quarantine was ready. Wasn’t she cold in her thin clothes? She didn’t complain. And I couldn’t see any signs that she was freezing either. Admittedly, I kept a safe distance. Speaking of snowmobiles, judging by the tracks, she was driving as if she was drunk and almost crashed into one of the buildings. Can she just not drive, or are these signs that she’s not feeling well? A fever, perhaps?

Also, I remembered Doug mentioning in the first or second week that Umbrella isn’t even doing research at the facility anymore. It’s supposed to be a materials storage facility or something like that. Well, Dr. Edwards claims she is a researcher there. I’ll ask Doug about the facility again when I get a chance.

December 21 Addendum II

Nicky*** wanted to contact AAD and ask how we should proceed with Dr. Edwards. However, due to the storm, there is currently no way through with our communication system. Always at the best possible time, of course! At least it’s not broken. Nicky has checked it. In a few days, the storm should ease a little, although not stop. She’ll try again then. Until then, we’re on our own. As old as the communication system is, I’m not surprised that it doesn’t work currently. It probably dates back to when the station was founded in the 70s.

***Nicole Windows, telecommunications, electronics, computers

AAD = Australian Antarctic Division

#resident evil #alexia ashford #🩸🌙#fanfic

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